Andy fucking Andy on the set of "Pretty Woman" after hours. The year was 1989, and it was a characteristically balmy night in Hollywood, with a slight breeze. Andy had worked long and hard to make the filming of what was then tentatively titled "$3000" but would in the end be "Pretty Woman." It was approaching nine in the post meridiem, and everyone else had long since gone home. Andy was finishing some bullshit tech fag jargon fitting in here when he heard a door creek across the dark, silent shop. It was just other Andy coming back to get his coat, he'd also been getting things proper for the next day. Andy walked over to Andy, tight shirt clinging sweatily to his burly figure. Andy looked up at the handsome, approaching man and asked "Could I have a smoke?" Their lips locked, and then Andy turned Andy's wiry, boyish frame backside in the air and pushed his boner into his manhole. Andy's lower intestine pretty much soaked up all the moisture of Andy's wad ladder.

Andy awoke at the sound of the cabin's door scraping as it opened, and the rushing sound the cool air made as it entered the room. He stretched luxuriently under the rough, warm blanket and blinked at the crackling fire. "Back so soon?" he mumbled into a fold of the blanket, twisting sleepily to catch an eyeful of the love of his life. "Big A will never stray," Andy replied, setting a bag of groceries heavily onto the table. "Isn't it a little early for rhymes?" Andy playfully scolded. "Strip down boy, and lemme get at that pecker." Andy demanded as he pulled down his fly with a nicotine stained finger. Twenty minutes later, the two lovers were still entwined, two halves of the same whole, safe, at last, here in the mountains.

Concerning the Sexual Encounters of Neanderthal Andy and Cro-Magnon Andy Andy scratched at his heavy, sloping brow and grunted. Yup, the glaciers were definitely having trouble with the maintaining of their current size shape dimensions. The hunting had been poorer lately, with fewer very large mammals for hunting with the climbing temperature. Andy's mate, who was of smoother and less protruding brow, Andy, was busy scraping stones and animal bones and boners into arrows to help penetrate hide ob animal with bow. Andy didn't know Andy was a boy, because Andy was a Cro Magnon Man and thusly was of slighter build, which Andy usually associated with WIMMIN. Andy shoved his prehistoric cock right up in Andy, Surprise! Later that night, a similar situation arose under the Mastadon blanket, Surprise! Andy's big uncircumcized cock again and again into Andy. Andy was A-OK with this because he didn't have to hunt because Andy thought he was a boy. That's how the cookie crumbled back in the day, I don't make the rules, I just tell you about 'em, get off my case and help Andy get into Andy.