Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2022 14:05:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Austin and Andrew, Chapter 18

This is a true story, taking place in the early 1990's.  After originally
meeting over the phone, Andrew and I decided to meet in person over
Memorial Day weekend in 1990. Overcoming insurmountable odds, our long
distance relationship was no more, as Andrew found work at the company
where I worked at the start of 1991. Although our first year together as
a closeted gay couple was one of extremes, we emerged most unscathed, but
as 1992 came to a close and 1993 was about to begin, I had committed the
ultimate sin and cheated on Andrew. Now after making amends with Andrew,
1994 found us together, a happy couple once again.  But would we survive
the year together?

Please feel free to contact me, Austin T. Charles at austintc@aol.com  I
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Austin and Andrew, Chapter 18

Lynette and I began our new lives together in my two bedroom home in
South Beloit. The first two months together were good, real, good. So
good in fact that I decided to buy her a ring and propose to her in
April. It seemed like the right thing to do, and I was excited to think
about us finally being together. During this time there had been no
further contact between any of my previous acquaintances from the
personal ads or with Andrew. Honestly, it felt good to be living a
lifestyle where I didn't have to keep hiding who I was with or worrying
about my father stopping by my house at any given time finding me in bed
with a new gay lover. Sorry -- that was just who I was then.

But just as quickly as I found myself an engaged and soon to become a
married man later in the year -- we set October 5th as the day -- things
began to unravel faster than the wedding plans we made.

Since Dad and I were still doing landscaping jobs on the side, Dad wanted
me to go back to working days so we could do jobs in the evening. When I
presented this news to Lynette, this angered her for not consulting her
first on the shift change. We talked about it over a heated argument, and
she finally agreed to my work schedule change.

The wedding plans also hit a roadblock all too quickly as well. Since I
was raised Catholic, I felt it was only right that we got married in the
Catholic church. Reluctantly, she agreed that we could be married in my
church, and also agreed that future children would also be baptized and
raised in the faith.

We moved forward with the wedding plans despite her objections of not
being comfortable in my church.

The year prior to dating and getting engaged to Lynette and prior to
leaving Andrew, I took a new job at work, becoming leader of the shipping
and receiving department, as well as the stockroom area. The significance
about this position was that I had the luxury of working with two high
school interns who had spent their previous two summers working on the
grounds crew -- the same program where I'd worked at the other company
location. Eric and Mike were two bright, intelligent, funny, and yes,
cute, thin boys who were both sixteen.

From the first time I'd met Mike and Eric I was attracted to both of
them; my attraction to Mike was stronger than it was to Eric. Mike had an
electric personality. He was witty, and sarcastic to a point that was
sometimes annoying, but overall it was just a front to hide the pain
he'd suffered raised by a mother and father who were in a toxic
marriage. By the time Mike worked for me, his parents had been divorced
for several years. He hated his mother and eventually wound up moving in
with his father who he didn't hate as much, but still disliked his
father's new wife to the point where it caused a lot of pain between him
and his father. I could just tell that Mike held in a lot of his pain
because of his demeanor and willingness to swear like a sailor, no matter
where he was or who he was with.

Regardless, Mike and I quickly became friends.  Yes, I was definitely
attracted to him, but because I met him before Lynette and I started
dating again, I knew not to come even close to making a move on him since
he was only sixteen. Boy was it tough though! One Saturday back before
I'd finished the house it just so happened to be one of the Saturdays
that Andrew had stopped at the house (not the same time that he sucked me
off in the workshop) and we were outside talking when Mike's Camaro came
roaring down the road, and he pulled in the driveway.

Before he got out of his car I told Andrew that he was finally going to
meet Mike and to tell me what he thought about him. Totally dripping with
testosterone, Mike shut his car off and got out. His smile was
infectious, his sandy blonde hair full of curls and messy topped off his
slightly built upper chest that gave way to what looked to be a prominent
bulge radiating from his tight jeans.

"What the fuck man, you can't get any work done sitting on your ass!"
was his usual mantra. I laughed and replied that we were just waiting for
his sorry ass to get here so we could start working.

"Where the fuck have you been anyway?" was my response, eliciting a
laugh from Mike. It was all good harmless banter -- the usual pattern to
our conversations.

Mike hung around for a little while after I introduced him to Andrew.
There were no negative vibes that Andrew was gay, or at least none that
Mike picked up on that day. Obviously he didn't think anything of me
since our friendship grew and eventually Mike worked for my dad and me
doing landscaping. I'd told my dad about Mike and how much he liked to
swear, which was right up my dad's alley, as he always seemed to be the
one who wrote the book on how to swear. Our friendship grew, and it was
evident that Mike enjoyed hanging around with me just as much as I
enjoyed being around him.

So when Lynette moved in with me of course I introduced her to Mike. In
fact, Mike became a regular at our house for dinner and Lynette had
actually joked that he was like our adopted son. Mike seemed to enjoy the
notion as much as I did and therefore liked being around. During that
late spring/early summer Mike and I continued doing landscaping with my
dad and although Lynette got used to the idea of me going back to work
the dayshift so I could keep doing landscaping with my dad, I could sense
there was a brewing resentment in her that was just the calm before the
storm.

What seemed to be a huge problem initially didn't materialize as I'd
feared. Mike and I had talked about taking a trip to Glacier National
Park in Montana in late June. As I explained the idea to Lynette it was
more about having a "guys only" trip which would probably be my last
backpacking trip before getting married. I struggled with the idea of
asking for permission of sorts to go on the trip. This had all stemmed
from being sheltered by my mother while growing up and I felt like
Lynette wouldn't like the idea of me going, so of course it made sense
to ask rather than just tell her.

I was surprised when she had no problem with me going on a ten day
camping trip with Mike. We started making plans to go and at first it
didn't seem to bother her. Little did I know that the storm clouds were
gathering, and it wouldn't be long until the wrath of the beast was
unleashed and released its full fury upon me. I was completely blindsided
as it caught me off guard until I came home and found a letter on the
table.

While I do not recall every detail of the anger laced letter, I do recall
that in her eyes I had gone from being "sweetie" (her pet name for me
before she moved in) to being a worthless piece of dog crap. Everything
that I'd done wrong in her eyes was detailed in the letter.  She did say
that she had to write the letter because if I'd been there to argue with
her, she would have more than likely "thrown things at me". As I read
and reread that sentence, all I could imagine was ducking from the
sharpened knives in the drawer next to the oven being thrown at me by my
pissed off fiance.

Yes, I was guilty on some of the accusations, but not all. I became very
bravado and defensive of my actions, and when we did talk, it was not
fruitful. In fact, I flat out told her that if she felt I had too many
issues for her to overcome, then the best thing that we needed was time
apart from each other. This statement was the final nail in the coffin of
us not only living together, but engagement and impending wedding. A week
later her brother helped her move out of our humble abode and once again
I found myself alone.

The last few months since Lynette and I dated, moved in, got engaged,
then fought and she moved out seemed like a very strange heterosexual
dream.  I didn't dwell on it too much, although Mike was always there to
help cheer me up and keep me going. There was landscaping work to do with
my dad, so that also kept me going. And of course the impending trip out
west with Mike. As the weeks leading up to the trip began to go quickly,
I began to get excited about going on vacation, camping/backpacking,
traveling, and spending time away from home with Mike.

Finally the day arrived, and after packing up the truck with the camping
supplies, we were on our way west. We left in the morning and decided to
drive all night. Amongst the many conversations Mike and I had we did
talk about gays. He told me he hated gays and didn't understand them. In
fact he used the analogy of straight people having all of their mental
screws tightened and torqued, which so happened to be terminology used at
work, whereas gays had several screws that were loose. He made it very
well known to me how he felt. Was this a warning to me that I'd better
not even think of trying something with him? Did he suspect something
about me that I didn't realize? Or was this all just a front for HIM
hiding something about himself? Either way it didn't matter. I had made
my mind up that no matter what I would never do anything deemed
inappropriate with Mike. I valued his friendship and would not consider
crossing the line that would ruin everything with Mike as well as risk
losing my job.

The trip was awesome. We visited two other national parks on the trip:
the Badlands in South Dakota and Yellowstone. Mike liked both places and
seemed to be more relaxed and less of a sarcastic angry young man the
further we got from Illinois. When we got to Glacier, the best part of
the trip unfolded as we decided to take a nine mile hike along one of the
most scenic lakes I'd ever seen to set up camp and stay for a few days.
Despite the unusual warmth, the ever present swarm of literally hundreds
of mosquitos and small snakes that crossed our path nearly every fifteen
minutes along the hike, the hike was great. Since Mike liked to drink
beer, I had bought a twelve pack of beer to have with us on the trip.
Mike insisted on bringing some on the hike. Warning him of carrying too
much in his dad's small army-issued backpack, by the time we got to our
destination, he was tired and went to bed early the first night. Since
there was a group of four college aged kids that hiked into our camp, I
invited them to sit by my campfire.

We proceeded to drink all of the beer that Mike had carried for nine
miles. The next day he didn't seem too disappointed, thankfully.

When the hike had ended and we began the long trek back, we'd decided to
spend the next two nights in a motel. The first night we were so tired,
but I had to ask Mike if he was okay with sleeping in one queen sized bed
if that was all that they had available. He did say yes, but thankfully
there were rooms available with two beds.

The second and final night on the road we were in Minneapolis. Our plans
were to visit the Mall of America the next day. After checking into a
room with two queen beds, we got ready to go out for dinner. We both had
beers, as he did not even get carded to verify his age.  After a great
dinner with about two or three beers each, we headed back to the motel.
What was quite odd was that after I crawled into my bed and began to
watch TV, Mike had come out of the bathroom which was next to his room
and instead of getting in bed on the right side of his bed, he chose to
walk between our beds wearing nothing but his red briefs, giving me a
full view of what he was packing.

As tempting as it was, nothing happened. I couldn't. There is no way
anything would have happened that night between Mike and me.

The following morning and the remainder of the trip, Mike was bothered by
something. I couldn't pinpoint what it was, unless it was the fact that
being inside the mall just wasn't his thing or was it the reality that
we were both heading back to our lives in Illinois? As the trip came to
an end, we were cool about the fun we'd had and went back to work like
normal.

******

And so I picked up the pieces of my broken engagement with Lynette and
moved on. Mike and I hung out after work at night in the fall when I
returned to working second shift.  One would suppose that after being
engaged and enjoying a heterosexual lifestyle that I would certainly
continue looking for a woman.

That was not the case.

In fact, prior to returning to the second shift, I went back to looking
at the personal ads in the newspaper.

That's where I met Malachi.

We met on a Friday evening along the riverside park in downtown Beloit in
mid-August.  If there is such a thing as lust at first sight, I'd
finally found it. Standing about six foot two inches, Malachi had brown
hair that was perfectly combed yet somewhat messy, had dark brown eyes, a
sparse black mustache, and must have only weighed about one hundred and
seventy pounds soaking wet. He had a deep, sexy voice, big hands, and
feet.

That first night we basically talked alongside our cars in the parking
area. He thought I was cute, and I told him he was very handsome, and he
was. Nineteen years old, I knew that I had to get this virile young stud
and couldn't wait to get to know him more. Thankfully, we met again.
This time it was at my house the next night.

So when he showed up on time the next night, I was prepared by having
chips, salsa and of course beer ready when he came over. I was nervous
and wondered if he would show up, but right on time at eight pm, his red
Mustang pulled in the driveway. My heart raced with anticipation, and I
felt my cock start to grow in my favorite black CK bikinis.

"Hey Austin, how are you?" he smiled and asked me as I opened the door
to let him in.

"Hey Malachi, I'm doing well. How are you doing? Did you have a good
day?" I replied.

"Yeah, work was the shit but otherwise it was okay." I smiled and
nodded my head while drinking in the tall, dark, and yeah, handsome stud
that was standing before me in my house. He looked so damn sexy in his
black leather jacket, clean blue jeans, and a white tee shirt. The
mixture of the faint scent of the leather jacket, his cologne, and the
smell of cigarette smoke combined to put my senses on fire, a sexy
concoction that made me dizzy with desire.

Since he'd not yet been to my house, I gave him the quick tour,
explaining what I'd done to the house. He was impressed with the work
I'd done, and he couldn't believe how bad the house looked prior to
starting the remodel. He was in awe of the before pictures.

"Damn, Austin, you've got talent for this kind of work. I'd sure love
to do some remodeling to my house. I'll have to get you up to my place
and maybe you could give me some ideas."

The idea intrigued me, and I let him know that I'd gladly take a look at
his house anytime.

We sat in the living room chatting about his work, my work, and other
things about our lives. We both drank some beer, causing both of us to
relax. After the first beer Malachi went outside to smoke a cigarette. I
went to the bathroom to pee, then returned to the sofa until he came back
in the house. More idle chatter continued about music and hobbies. He
liked country music and stated that if he was really down about something
he'd listen to Patsy Cline, stating that her music consoled him and
helped him get away from feeling down. The conversation continued into
the third beer when the subject turned to sex. We talked about our
experiences, our likes, and dislikes. Then he flat out asked me what I
liked to do.

"Well, I mainly like giving and receiving oral, but I'm also into being
a bottom for the right guy." I told him. That's when he told me about
the size of his dick.

"I'm not a small guy. I'm pretty good sized. I just want to let you
know that." I smiled and felt the butterflies in my stomach fly around
in pure adrenal fueled excitement.

"I'm about average I guess. But I've not had any complaints." I told
him So then I asked him what he liked to do.

"Um, yeah, ugh, I like sucking and getting sucked. I also like being the
top guy. I've not been on the bottom before, and just don't think I'd
like it." I told him that it wasn't a problem with me. I could tell by
the way he was moving in the sofa that he was getting hard. I wanted so
bad to touch his leg, running my hands up to his crotch. But I wasn't
brave enough yet to make the move I probably would have gotten away with.
So as the conversation went on, he finally took charge.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked. I nodded my head yes. He then moved closer
to me and with my heart now almost beating out of my chest, we got close
to each other and slowly our lips met.

I had never kissed a guy with a mustache before, so when his fine black
hairs that comprised his mustache touched my upper lip and the bare skin
above, it felt strange at first, but then the very thought about what I
was doing turned me on more than ever before. First lips met lips, then
ever so slowly our tongues met, and it was game on. He tasted like beer
and nicotine, which would have turned me off in most cases, but this stud
was also a pure romantic at heart. Again and again our lips met, then our
hands found each other. He ran his hands all over my chest, my back and
then to my sensitive nipples. He playfully pinched each one, causing me
to flinch a little, but mostly moaning in sheer delight.

We must have kissed for close to fifteen minutes or so on the sofa in my
living room. A sizeable wet spot was forming in my bikini briefs. It
didn't take much longer before I boldly asked the question I'd been
wanting to ask since the moment I'd met him.

"Do you want to go to my room?" I whispered into his ear as we broke
away from another.

"That sounds like a great idea." He whispered back, now wearing a smug
little smile on his smooth face, his dark brown eyes looking dreamingly
into mine.

As we slowly moved in each other's arms kissing and touching each other
as we walked down the short hallway to my room, any thoughts of my
previous failed engagement and love I'd made to Lynette in the same bed
where I was about to dive back into gay sex, were now the farthest notion
from my mind. In fact, it felt so right, so natural, and so fucking good
to be in the arms of my dream guy, on the way to living out a fantasy of
being taken by a hot, hard stud with a big dick.

The kissing continued as he slowly took my sweatshirt and white tee
shirt. I returned the favor all too willingly to remove his white tee
shirt. I about died as I saw his bare hairless tanned chest -- his skin
perfect, his flat abs and tight pecs, accentuated with two brown nipples,
perfect in every way, shape, and form. A small treasure trail of fine
black hair crept up towards his belly button.

Our bodies met as we resumed kissing while standing along the side of my
queen sized bed. When our skin touched, it was electrifying. When the
front of our jeans met and I felt him against me, I nearly came right
then and there.

Taking control now, he laid me on my bed, lying next to me, kissing me
again. I was on fire with passion, and he could have taken me and fucked
me hard and fast.

But he didn't.

We continued to kiss and caress each other for what seemed like a half
hour, when I sat up in the bed, my back against the headboard. I took one
of my pillows and put in behind my back. Malachi now knelt over me,
straddling my legs. The wait was soon over as he moved closer to me, his
bulge now mere inches from my face.

I could smell his musk, and the scent was intoxicating. Running my hands
up along his sides, my fingers found his taut nipples and as I playfully
squeezed each one, he began to moan in delight. As my fingers boldly
moved down his chest to his hairless abs and belly, the light touches
caused his skin to contract.

I couldn't wait any longer. With my index fingers, I hooked the soft
waistband of his bikinis and in one motion pulled them down. I gasped in
disbelief and shear hunger as his erect cock was released from its
confinement. A nice patch of curly black pubic hair surrounded the root
of his manhood and covered his average sized nut sack. Pointing nearly
straight up, his cock had a natural upwards curve that would be the
delight of every woman he'd ever fuck, but as I soon found out, this boy
was far from ever fucking a woman.

Never had I been so close to a cock this big. It had to be close to eight
inches long and thick, maybe as thick as my wrist. All I knew is that I
needed him in my mouth. He brought it closer to my mouth and willingly I
obediently opened my mouth and tasted the smattering of precum that had
littered the beautiful purple head. My mouth was now stretched as far
open as it could go, and as he pushed his length as deep into my mouth as
it would go, my head was swimming with desire and pure ecstasy. For
several minutes I basked in the glory of pleasing him, treasuring every
second and every thrust into my mouth and as deep into my throat as he
could go.

My intention was to take him to orgasm, but he stopped short to now move
down to my throbbing, wet dick. Nearly taking me down to my pubes,
Malachi sucked me with the expertise of a seasoned cock sucker. My
breathing increased, and he could sense that I was getting close. Moving
down back on to the bed, we moved into position to suck each other at the
same time.

It didn't take long. He moved off of my cock and spun around so he could
shoot his load on my chest, jacking his big dick until he shot his load
all over my chest. A stream of cum hit my face, several more painted my
upper chest and then my groin including my pubic hairs. I was now jacking
my cock for all it was worth, and soon shot a massive load of my own,
first one shot in the air, then several more onto my chest, mixing with
his load.

Malachi laid down on his back next to me in silence as we both rode the
sexual high we were on for several minutes. Finally I got some tissues
from the box in the bookcase head board behind us and began to wipe up
the mess.

We both laughed at the amount of cum on my chest. He moved close to me,
and we kissed deep kisses like lovers do before he laid back down on the
bed staring up at the ceiling, his eyes following the edge of the light
from the lamp on top of the bookcase headboard.

"I really like you, Austin. I'm glad we met, and I hope you feel the
same way about me." He whispered as I tossed the soiled tissues in the
wastebasket next to my bed.

"I like you too, Malachi," I replied, still in awe of this young stud
who was lying in bed next to me, telling me that he liked me. Wow.

We embraced, and I contemplating asking him to spend the night, but
before I got the chance he told me that he had to get up and head back to
his house in Beloit. Apparently he'd made plans to be there to help his
female roommate with something that was basically unimportant to him, but
was a promise, nonetheless.

After getting dressed, Malachi used the bathroom and we talked briefly
about when we'd get back together again.

"So you're soon going to be working nights too, right?" he asked. I
told him that I did and would be open to late night visitors. He then
told me he'd call me early in the week and we'd go from there. After
putting on his black leather jacket he told me that he couldn't wait to
stop over and see me again. We hugged; he kissed me again before
leaving.

I couldn't believe that I'd finally met someone as hot as Malachi who
clearly had the body of the guy of my dreams. As I watched him drive
away, I could only think of him and longed for the next time we would be
together.

Despite just shooting a massive load on my chest that mixed with
Malachi's massive load, my cock was still half-hard in my gray Adidas
running shorts. Remnants of our loads were still stuck in my chest hairs,
so I wisely went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. As the hot
water cascaded down on my body, the very thought of him sucking me and me
sucking as much of his big dick as I could made me hard once again. But
what made me even harder was the notion that if we got together again, I
just might get to live my fantasy of being taken by a huge cock. Ever
since I was with Josh and didn't get the chance for him to fuck me, the
yearning to be taken and dominated by a well-endowed guy was something on
my bucket list that I longed to check off.

So it was only natural that as I stood in the shower washing the mess off
my chest that I envisioned Malachi's big dick penetrating my tight hole,
giving me what I so desired. My left hand found my cock, my right hand
grabbed my sack, squeezing my balls. I then moved my right index finger
down to my wet hole and rubbed it gently in a circular motion, as if
Malachi was rimming me. When I couldn't take it any longer, I slowly
inserted my finger past the first knuckle, then the second and couldn't
go any further. I imagined his big dick going in as I inserted a second
and third finger. That's about all it took as the pressure of my fingers
caused me to go over the edge, spraying my second load of the night all
over the new tiled walls of the shower.

Spent and now tired, I washed my cum off the shower wall, finished
rinsing my body off, and then figured it was time to go to bed.

I didn't fall asleep right away, but instead reflected back on the past
few months of my life. I thought about Mike, and how many times I'd
fantasized about being with him, knowing that it would never happen. My
biggest fault: constantly falling hard for straight guys and wishing that
just once one of them would be like me. I also thought about how earlier
in the year Lynnette was lying in bed with me, satisfied after I'd given
her a good fucking. I thought about the trip we took to Florida where we
had sex in every place we stayed, and how satisfying it was. But then I
also thought about leaving one hotel room we'd stayed at on the beach,
walking past two incredibly hot young guys who were basking in the early
morning sun laying in chaise lounges near the pool. As good as the sex
was with her, I'd gladly had done either of those two studs just as I'd
just worshipped Malachi's incredibly hot body. Sighing to myself, the
realization of who I was only became clearer. I drifted off to sleep in
anticipation of meeting up with Malachi during the upcoming week.

The week began and slowly my work routine kept me occupied. All day long
during odd times I thought about Malachi. Mike even noticed that I was
somewhat preoccupied as he asked me a question to which I didn't even
pay attention to him. He called me on it again and I just apologized to
him. He asked if I was doing anything after work, as he wanted to hang
out, eat some pizza and drink some beers. Since I'd not heard anything
from Malachi, of course I told him that would be fine.

I had one more week to work the dayshift and then I'd be heading back to
the night shift, working from two-thirty in the afternoon until eleven
pm. I was excited to get back to nights, since then I could sleep in and
stay up late. It also meant that if Malachi did want to stop by and even
spend the night, I wouldn't have to worry about anyone stopping by the
house to catch us. The thought of him spending the night with me usually
gave me an instant erection.

Mike stopped by that Tuesday evening, bringing a large cheese, sausage,
and mushroom pizza with him. I had beer in the house, so we sat down at
the kitchen table drinking beer and eating our pizza, talking about work
and how he was after this really hot girl that started working in his
area of the assembly department. We both agreed that she was "hot as
fuck" and that Mike wanted to fuck her in the worse way. I agreed, since
she was very hot and sexy, and loved flirting with the older guys at
work. We pondered the idea of what it'd be like to be with her and Mike
even told me that I'd probably have a better chance with her than he
would, since it was quite obvious that she like guys my age. Flattered, I
told him that maybe once I got over the whole Lynette debacle, that I
might consider dating again. But for the moment, being single and
unattached was the only thing that I wanted at that time. Mike agreed,
and couldn't fault me for my choice, claiming just as I had maintained,
that she "was a bitch" and he was also glad that she was gone.

We pretty much finished a little more than a six pack of beer that night
between us. I was feeling no pain when Mike left. I had told him that he
could stay at the house overnight if he wanted, since I didn't want him
to get pulled over and take the chance of losing his license due to
driving under the influence. He said he was fine, that he'd driven in
worse condition than the condition he currently was in. Reluctantly, I
let him go. I told him to not go speeding down the main road leading into
town, since if he got caught, they'd trace the alcohol back to me, and
the last thing I'd need would be getting charged with contributing to
the delinquency of a minor.

The following evening around five thirty my dad had just left after
talking with me for close to an hour. I walked in the house just in time
to hear the phone ringing. I picked it up just before the answering
machine did. A few seconds after saying "Hello?" a familiar sexy voice
answered back.

"Hey Austin, it's Mal. How are you doing?" It was Malachi, causing me
to smile and almost instantly getting a hard on.

"I'm doing great, how are you doing?" I responded in a cheery mood,
hoping that we'd be able to see each other that night.

"Doing great. Hey, I have the night off. Just wondering if you'd like
to come up to my house in Beloit and check out what I was telling you
about what needed fixing in the house?" I told him that I'd love to
come up and that I'd leave shortly after hanging up the phone. He gave
me his address, and after changing into a UW sweatshirt and a clean pair
of jeans, I was out the door and heading to Beloit.

Malachi's house was on the not so good west side of Beloit, but as I
pulled up in front of his house, I felt somewhat safe seeing the
surrounding area. He was waiting for me on the front steps, smoking a
cigarette, wearing a navy blue tee shirt with a Miller Lite beer logo on
the front. His tight blue jeans accentuated what I hoped would soon be in
my mouth again.

"Hey man, found the place okay, huh?" he asked, taking the last drag on
his now short cigarette.

"Yup, no problem. Looks like a nice place you have here. So you own the
house, right?" I asked, somewhat skeptical of how a nineteen year old
could afford to own a two story older house.

"Yeah. Thinking about selling it though. It needs a bit of work done to
it, and, well, I'm not as handy as you are when it comes to do carpentry
work like what you've done."

"And a house like this can take a lot of money to do the rehab and
upgrades right. You'd learn a lot as you go and would have to realize
that it just takes time to get it done." Looking around the house I
could see that it did need a lot of work, mainly in the kitchen. Someone
had started putting newer cabinets up and a counter top with what looked
like a newer sink. But beyond that, the house didn't appear to have any
other new upgrades. Adding up the costs of the potential upgrades Mal
wanted to do to his house, I speculated that the end cost would result in
about ten grand. I sensed that he was interested in knowing if I wanted
to do the work and that he would be willing to either pay me for my time
or help me. I was quite skeptical of working with someone, especially the
homeowner, as I pretty much prefer to work alone.

The last room we went in to was his bedroom. An unmade twin-sized bed
with a small wooden headboard and footboard sat near the side window of
the room. The sounds of traffic going by could be heard from that open
window as we sat on his bed discussing the ballpark figure of the rehab
costs. Once again as he got close to me he asked if he could kiss me. Of
course, I obliged.

Boldly I moved my right hand under his tee shirt and felt for his right
nipple. He began to moan as we kissed, our tongues wrestling, lips
sucking lips. He grabbed my left hand and moved it down to his jeans, and
as I felt his erection nearly busting out of his Levi's, he whispered in
my ear, "You want to suck it?" I nodded my head while hissing back in a
low, sexy voice "yessss". Not wasting any time, he undid his belt,
unbuttoned, and unzipped his jeans. I buried my face in the front of his
bulging red bikini underwear, my lips meeting his huge shaft that was
bent off to the left, the head of his massive cock nearly touching his
hip bone. He lowered his jeans, then lowered his bikinis to the point
where his cock jumped out and nearly hit me in my face. Without
hesitation, I engulfed his moist cock head in my mouth as far as it would
go. With each stroke, I was able to take more of him in me while he
moaned a low guttural moan. I could feel a stream of precum oozing from
his piss slit each time my lips reached the tip. I was really getting
into it when I heard a girl's voice from somewhere outside call his
name.

"Malachi? Are you up there?"

"Who is that?" I inquired, coming up for air.

"Oh shit, it's my friend Lissa. What the fuck does she want?"

I stopped sucking him now as Lissa kept calling his name.

"Malachi! I know you're up there. What are you doing up there? Answer
the door!"

"Damnit Austin, I'm going to have to answer the door. Hey, if we can
get out of here can we go to your house to finish what you've started?"
He looked at me as if he was afraid of getting caught.

"Um, yeah, sure that's fine." I was so damn horny if he would have
told me to get a room at the nicest hotel in town I would have spent my
entire check on the best room in the hotel. When we left his room and
went downstairs, he let Lissa in and introduced me to her. She was young,
probably the same age as Mal, not even twenty. She looked at me with
skepticism, wondering why he was with someone like me in my thirties. He
introduced me to her and after talking to each other for a few minutes,
she seemed to relax. He told her I was there to look at some of the
projects he wanted done, so she was fine and actually started to be
friendly to me. We talked for a few minutes longer and then he told her
that I had to go, and he also had to leave.

"Okay Austin, let me know what you think money-wise after you figure up
the estimate. I'll talk to you soon." Mal said after giving me the
professional sounding response, erasing any fears in Lissa's mind that
Mal and I were doing anything sexual in his bedroom.

I left his house and headed home as fast as I could, still savoring the
taste of his cock in my mouth leaving me hungry for more.

Patiently I waited for Malachi to show up at my house. Nearly an hour had
gone by, and I figured that he wasn't going to show. Sitting on the
couch drinking a beer watching Cubs baseball, it seemed like he wasn't
going to show.

I must have dozed off because the ringing of the doorbell startled me
awake. I lifted the blinds on the side window and sure enough, Malachi's
red Mustang convertible was now parked in the driveway. The sight of his
car caused my cock to grow with excitement in my sweats, apparently a
little too much since I was only wearing boxers. I opened the door and
invited Mal in the house. Immediately he apologized for being late. Lissa
wouldn't leave until finally she got the hint that he didn't want to
talk to her, so she left.

"She's a good friend but there's no way in hell I'd date her." Mal
explained. They'd know each other since grade school and were just good
friends. He quickly changed the subject to something more interesting and
exciting, that caused my dick to go in full staff, which he noticed in an
instant. "Someone's awake" he said coyly. I smiled and nodded as we
walked into the kitchen.

"Do you want a beer?" I asked, the beer I'd drank had me relaxed and
ready for fun.

"No man, I'm good, but how about we take a little walk to your room?"
he said just before kissing me.  A kiss that was felt all the way down to
my toes, nonetheless. Pulling me to him as my erection pressed against
his leg, I could feel his monster already rock hard against the waist of
my sweats. I nodded my head in agreement as we walked the short few feet
into the bedroom.

He lifted me up on the bed after taking off my tee shirt and pulling down
my sweats, leaving my boxers on. I didn't have time to take his shirt or
jeans off, he was already down to his tight black bikinis that showed the
outline of his monster erection.

Just like last time, he straddled me as I propped myself up against the
bookcase headboard of the bed. I drank him in once again, his smooth,
tanned chest and abdominals literally in my face now. My heartrate
increased as I touched him all over again just like before, stopping to
squeeze each nipple before finally going for the prize that was hiding in
its confinement. Just like before as I lowered his bikinis and released
his huge cock, its head immediately pointed up, the upward curved shaft
providing the lift needed. I wrapped my right hand around the meaty shaft
and caressed his furry nuts before burying my nose and mouth in the dark
brown forest of pubic hair surrounding the root of his steel rod. I
couldn't wait any longer, so licking my way up the throbbing shaft, I
deliberately licked everywhere but the sensitive spot until I couldn't
take in any longer and completely engulfed the head in my mouth, tasting
his sweet precum mixed with the remnants of my dried saliva from sucking
him in his bedroom.

Taking just as much as my mouth could take, I worked his cock and savored
it like it was the tastiest sucker I'd ever had in my entire life. I'd
gone into complete sexual overload, finally getting what I'd wanted to
experience. The deepest animal like pure sex fiend in me came alive as I
was in sensory perception overload once again. His precum was flowing
continually, and so was mine. I could tell that Mal wasn't going to last
long based on his breathing and how he now began fucking my mouth while
now holding the back of my head. My end game was to enjoy this as much as
I could and enjoy it I did. When his breathing increased with his fucking
motion of my mouth, I knew he was getting close. I could feel him grow
even harder and bigger just before he deliberately grabbed the back of my
head and pulled his cock as deep into my throat as it would go without me
choking.

The first spasm hit and flowed right down my throat as I tried to swallow
as much as I could. I timed my swallowing with his jets, so after about
the fifth or sixth spasm, I didn't worry about choking. Finally he was
spent, but his cock stayed hard as he pulled out of my mouth. I grabbed
his wet rigid fuck tool and kissed the head and shaft just like a cock
whore should, I mean I now knew my place, servicing what I'd craved for
so many years.

"Damn Austin, that was fucking great. You give a great blow job. Now
it's your turn." He kissed me on the lips, his tongue thrusting deep in
my mouth as he tasted what was left of his load. He was still hard and
now I had hopes of at least taking him for another round.

Kissing his way down my chest, sucking on each of my nipples, my cock was
flowing with precum that had run down the shaft of my cock to my balls.
When he got to my crotch, he sucked each ball, nestled in their smooth,
precum slickened sack, causing me to moan in sheer delight. As he kissed
his way up my shaft to the head of my cock, I was ready to explode the
moment he took me in his mouth. It was then that I noticed his cock was
dripping again.

The animal lust inside me knew exactly what I wanted next. Since I'd
made sure to take the proper steps to ensure I was clean before he got to
my house, I was ready for him. Sensing this, as he moved to suck my balls
again, I shifted my ass up a little and he took my subtle hint, and began
licking my perineum, mixing his saliva with the copious amount of precum
that had gathered at my hole. When he touched my hole with his tongue, I
nearly fainted from pleasure.

I slid down the bed just a bit and shifted the pillow to the small of my
back, raising my butt slightly. No words were spoken as he moved close to
me. When the hot, wet, throbbing head was near my hole, I felt the heat
which about drove me wild. I wanted him so bad. I needed fulfillment from
him, that I paid no attention to anything but focused entirely on the
yearning and desire my hole was begging for as the tip finally touched my
eager, sensitive man pussy. I reached down and held him, rubbing the wet
head on my hole that was now opening automatically, knowing what it
wanted. The precum felt so fucking good and within seconds I'd taken his
thick cock head in me and was working on getting the thick shaft in me as
well. Slowly he pushed, pulling out enough to allow me to get acclimated,
which surprisingly I didn't need.

He felt so damn good inside me. My yearning to be fucked by a big, young,
virile cock was now a reality, and it was so fucking better than I'd
imagined that I knew what I'd become. If I was thirsty, this quenched my
thirst like no other drink ever had and I was in pure uninhibited sexual
bliss.

Even though he'd cum not more than fifteen minutes before, I felt his
cock start to grow super huge again and as he pulled out just in time to
blow his huge load all over my cock and sack, I couldn't hold out any
longer. Mal instantly started sucking me again and as I exploded, he let
my load go in his mouth but then he let the volleys of cum finally fall
out of his mouth onto my pulsating cock and cum drenched sack.

Once the spasms of our orgasms subsided, he pulled me to him and we
kissed like lovers do, our spit and cum mixing as his still hard cock
ground against mine, mixing our cum together. Eventually we collapsed on
the bed, basking in the afterglow of the absolute best sex I'd ever
had.