Sunday Afternoon with Andrew is also available as part of the collection When Twink Met Twunk, Volume 1: Books 1 - 10.
Nineteen-year-old Willie gets to do everything he's ever dreamed of with Andrew, his long-time crush, when they spend one last afternoon alone together in this hot, sexually explicit, first-time, straight-to-gay, MM, erotic romance.

Sample sections:
I rolled onto my left side, opened my eyes ever so slightly, and focused on the lower bunk bed across the aisle from me. I kept the white bed sheet and thin, lightweight, pale-blue blanket over the side of my head to help obstruct my face, so I could feign sleep while I watched my friend, bunkmate, and fellow camp counselor Andrew's morning routine. He'd wake up any moment. I couldn't wait to see his beautiful body again. Watching him in the morning was the highlight of all my days at Glory Creation Christian Camp, but I was beginning to think that he knew I spied on him every morning. I sensed that he enjoyed it, and that he teased me, well aware my gaze was glued to his beautiful body.

Andrew rolled onto his back, stretched out his arms, and yawned. My heart rate and my breathing sped up with anticipation...
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I'd had a secret crush on Andrew for years. He was handsome, and his body was so beautifully proportioned that he could have been a model. In addition, he was just such a nice, sweet, considerate guy that he was easy to fall in love with. All the girls at Glory Creation Christian Camp, where we met, were crazy about him, of course. He dated several of them through the years.

We met at camp the summer when we were twelve and developed a friendly rivalry. We performed all the usual tests of strength, speed, agility, and fearlessness that boys of our generation took part in. For the first several years, we were more or less the same height and weight and nearly equally matched at arm wrestling, leg wrestling, and actual wrestling. He'd win some rounds, and I'd win some. He was a faster runner, but I was a faster swimmer.

The summer we were fifteen, though, that all changed. Andrew had matured more quickly and outgrown me. He was taller, heavier, more muscular, and much stronger than I was. I was no match for him anymore. When we wrestled, he picked me right up off the ground and pinned me to the dirt beneath him in no time flat. He held my wrists pinned to the ground behind my head in his strong hands and laughed as I struggled in a vain attempt to break free. I loved that moment. I loved the feeling of being overpowered by Andrew. I loved the feeling of his big, strong body on top of mine. I loved that he'd gotten so big and strong and that I hadn't.

On the last afternoon of camp that summer, after we swam in the lake, Andrew and I dawdled behind the others as they rushed up the hill to shower, change, and prepare for supper. We strolled along slowly and chatted. He hung his arm around my neck and rubbed my slender chest. Then he ducked, slung one arm between my legs, lifted me off the ground, and pinned me on the grass. He straddled my chest so close to my chin that I had an amazing view of the bulge of his big cock and balls in the crotch of his thin, skimpy, red cotton swim shorts, with the Glory Creation Christian Camp logo in white on the front.

"Maybe you'll have a big growth spurt this year and beat me at everything next summer, little buddy," he said, kindly.

That didn't happen. Andrew remained bigger and stronger than me ever after. He continued to call me his little buddy. I fell desperately in love with him, something I could, of course, not admit at a conservative Christian camp. Yes, for years, I struggled to suppress my secret desires for Andrew...