Date: Tue, 28 Jan 2020 18:22:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Austin and Andrew, chapter two

Austin & Andrew - Chapter Two

The following is a recollection of a period in my life - where I came to
terms with who I am. I was twenty-eight years old and met Andrew, a
twenty-three year old college student, in a most unusual way. Thank you for
reading my story.  Please feel free to email me: austintc@aol.com.  Thanks!
Austin T. Charles. Please consider donating to Nifty.org!

The cool late May evening breeze carried the scent of the Lilac blossoms
through my bedroom window, filling the room with the fresh, clean spring
air.  I was ready for bed, exhausted physically and mentally from already
cumming twice that evening from having phone sex with strangers who had
listened to my recorded voice message on the 900 phone service.  The first
guy was in his forties, and had a fetish that involved tying me up in the
loft in an old barn. His fantasy certainly got me off, as I shot my first
load all over my smooth chest just as I imagined his eight inch cock sunk
balls deep into my yearning, tight hole.  The second caller, a guy in his
mid-twenties, had a fantasy about having sex while camping on the beach.
Once again I came all over my chest and abs after imagining him doing me
doggy style on top of sleeping bags in a tent on the beach, with the sound
of the waves crashing in around us.  Just thinking about it now makes my
cock stir in my boxer briefs, knowing that sometimes fantasies do become
realities.  So when the phone rang around 10:30 that evening, I hesitated
answering it, knowing that I'd have to get up early at 5:30 to get ready
for work.  Looking back now, some thirty years later, I question just how
much different my life would have been had I not answered that call.  But
since we cannot go back in time and change what has been done, we just hope
that it was part of a plan, and that the ride was enjoyable.

When Andrew and I met over the phone that evening, his voice touched
something inside of me that was way different than any sexual encounter or
fantasy had ever touched me before.  As our conversation began, I sensed
him to be the type of guy I had been looking for: an intelligent, down to
earth, "normal" guy just like me who was curious about meeting another guy.
In fact, he almost seemed like the best friend I had been looking for since
my childhood best friend had moved away. "So Austin, I'd like to get to
know you.  What made you decide to put your number on a gay message board?"
Andrew inquired.  "Well, here's my story." I began.  "So I've kind of known
for sometime that I've been interested in guys. I, um, had an experience
when I was fourteen with my next door neighbor. He and I were only a month
apart in age. He was a month older than me, and clearly was a bit more
experienced, having lived in the city of Rockford, Illinois prior to moving
to Rockton, the small town just south of the Illinois - Wisconsin border.
He was an only child, and other than my sister who was ten years younger
than me, it seemed like I was an only child as well.  One day were hanging
out in his house while his parents were at work and he pulled out some
porno magazines from his dad's workbench in the basement of his house. As
we thumbed through the pages, the images of the studly looking men with
their huge cocks and the sexy women doing all sorts of sexual things made
both of our dicks get hard in our tighty whitey briefs.  One thing led to
another, and several days later after looking at the same mags, he asked me
if I wanted to get naked so we could see each other's body.  Well of course
I did, as I was curious too. I went behind a chair to take my clothes off,
while he took his clothes off and set them on the sofa in his living room.
Since I was so shy, I emerged from behind the chair covering my growing
five inch dick, which had a scant growth of dark pubic hair and a few fuzzy
hairs growing from my otherwise smooth, small sac.  Joey, on the other hand
had a nice patch of dark brown pubes, a thick cock which looked to be about
six or seven inches in length.  He had a larger ball sac than me, and his
thick cock was pointing straight at me, hard as can be."

"Wow, are you serious?" Andrew asked, completely engrossed in my
recollection.

"Yeah, it is true." I replied, feeling my dick starting to grow in my black
CK briefs.

"So what happened then, did you guys... do anything more?"

"Joey then suggested that we go to his room.  So I went behind the chair,
picked up my t-shirt, shorts and underwear and we walked down the hall to
his room.  Since his parents were both at work, we didn't have to worry
about them coming home and finding us since it was just after noon.  So we
walked into his room, completely naked and sat on the edge of his full
sized bed.  He kept staring at my now hard dick, and I was staring at his
as well.  Mine was pointing up to my belly; his was pointing straight
out. He then asked me if had ever jerked off before.  I asked him what that
was - as I had no clue - to which he told me how to do it and started
stroking his cock.  I was kind of embarrassed, but my curiosity got the
best of me and I then asked him if I could touch him and try jerking him
off.  He said 'okay, sure why not' and so with some hesitation, I reached
over and wrapped my hand around his cock.  It felt hard, hot, and oh so
sensual.  Deep inside I felt my yearning and desire reach a level never
yetexperienced.  The new feeling of touching him caused something clear to
start oozing from my cock, and Joey noticed. 'Hey, are you cumming?' he
asked. I don't think so, but I'm not sure.  He then reached over and
touched my throbbing dick.  The feeling of having someone else touch me was
phenomenal.  His index finger smeared the slippery clear fluid - my precum
- around the head of my dick as I continued to pump his cock with my right
hand.  Suddenly, he grabbed his dick with his right hand, pushed mine away
with his left. His breathing increased, and seconds later his cock started
spurting out a massive load of white semen onto his smooth abdomen and
chest. The sight of him cumming was such a huge turn-on, and for the first
time I reached down and started jerking my own cock. The feeling was
starting to get real good, and as I watched Joey clean the cum off his
chest with a couple of tissues, I sensed something brewing from deep within
my own body.  Just then, someone started knocking on the front door. 'Get
your clothes on, it's your mom!' Joey nearly screamed with panic in his
voice as he looked out the window of his room I threw on my clothes,
waiting for my cock to soften a minute before going to answer the door."

"Ohmigod, so you didn't cum then?" Andrew interrupted.

"No, not that time." I replied, not really wanting to divulge more just
yet. "There is more to the story, but we can save that for another time."
Looking at the clock I noticed it was almost midnight, thinking that I
should have been sound asleep by now.

"So was that the only guy on guy experience you've had?" he asked.

"Yes" I lied with hesitance in my voice. "I have, however, had a few
girlfriends, and did lose my virginity at the age of 21. But that's a whole
other story. Tell me more about you and your life." I really wanted to know
more about him, and was tired of talking about myself.His life was almost
like mine, in the sense that we both grew up on farms. He was from south
central Minnesota, the oldest of three kids. He really didn't want to live
on the farm, or carry on the farm life that his parents had lived.  "I hate
driving tractors, I hate baling hay since my dad always would make me work
in the fields even though I have allergies so bad" he recollected.  For
that reason, he decided to go to Luther College in north eastern Iowa.  He
was going to graduate in a week, excelling in computer science and
mathematics.  He would soon be leaving Decorah, IA, returning home in two
weeks for one week, and would then be heading to Ames, Iowa to start his
summer internship at Iowa State University. He certainly had a bright
future ahead of him - vastly different than mine.  I was in my fifth year
of working at an aerospace company in Rockford, Illinois, where I worked on
their grounds maintenance department. Since I had no clue of what I wanted
to do in life, working for a good company that provided a decent living
seemed like a good thing to do. Since I had my own place and had just
bought a brand new black 4x4 pick up truck loaded with all of the toys, I
felt like I was doing pretty good for myself.  But knowing that Andrew was
going to have a college degree which would lead to a much better job than
mine made me a little envious but yet excited to meet someone I felt I
could connect with on an intellectual level. The more we talked that
evening that was now stretching into the wee hours of the night, the more I
liked what I was learning about him.  We talked about music, movies, books,
places we'd been and wanted to see. Before I knew it, it was almost three
twenty-five in the morning. Finally I realized I had to get some sleep.

"Oh man Andrew, I really have to get to bed.  I have to get up in two
hours!  But I am enjoying our conversation so much that I don't want to
hang up. Will you, or can you call me again? I really would like to get to
know you, despite the distance between us." He agreed.

"Yes Austin, I feel the same.  Can I call you around 8 pm later tonight?"
he asked.

"Absolutely. I will make sure that I'm home.  I cannot wait to talk to you
again!"

"Okay, thanks for answering the phone!  I'll look forward to talking to you
later tonight!" We said our good-byes, and as I collapsed on my queen-sized
waterbed, my mind was a flurry of activity trying to process the
information that Andrew and I had discussed.  On one hand, it was cool to
meet and talk to someone new that seemingly had the same background and
feelings as me, but on the other hand, I realized that feelings I had about
wanting to have sex again with a guy - feelings I had suppressed for over
fourteen years, were now coming back to the surface with a vengeance.

***

After getting a mere two hours of sleep that night after talking to Andrew,
somehow I made it through the day at work. I honestly felt like a zombie,
just going through the motions at work.  At one point one of my co-workers
asked me if I was okay.  I just mumbled something to the affect of "just
leave me alone and I'll be fine" and he did just that. Luckily the end of
the day came soon, and I headed home, showered, ate some mac and cheese and
fell asleep on the couch. The phone calls from the 900 service kept waking
me up every twenty minutes or so.  Luckily when the horny guys called my
number, they asked for Austin, and since I didn't recognize their voices, I
knew none of them were Andrew, so I just told them that Austin was not home
and wouldn't be back until next week.  Finally, when the phone rang at 8
pm, I was relieved to hear Andrew's voice on the other end of the line."Hi
Austin, how are you? Did you survive your day at work?"

"Barely. I've never been so tired!  But it was worth it.  I sure enjoyed
talking to you. In fact, I couldn't get you out of my mind. How was your
day?"

"Good.  I was tired too, but got something like five hours of sleep. I had
some things to do for graduation next Tuesday, but otherwise took it easy.
Finals are over, and I just have to get my things packed up for the ride
back home to Owatonna where my parents' farm is located."

"Oh cool. So getting back to our conversation from last night," I
began. "you didn't tell me about your experiences that led you here."

"Yeah, you're right.  Well fair is fair.  So I always thought since about
the time I was twelve that I was not like other guys." he recalled.  "In
fact, the idea of being with a girl sexually appalls me. I just can't
fathom it."

"Really!?" I replied, in a surprised tone of voice."

"So as far as experience goes, I started masturbating at the age of
twelve. I didn't have my first orgasm or ejaculate until I was thirteen.
But the subject of my jerk-off sessions was always this same guy at school,
Collin Williams.  He was so freaking hot: Blond hair, piercing sky blue
eyes and a swimmer's build.  He was also the biggest jock in school, and
was very much straight.  Although one time on a bus trip to a high school
baseball game in the back of the bus he and another guy, a junior named
Allen who was just as cute mutually masturbated each other in the back seat
of the bus.  I was reading a book in the seat in front of them and heard
the other guys talking and laughing about what they were doing, almost as
if it were a dare. I turned around just in time to see Collin shoot his
load into his spare baseball shirt, which in turn caused Allen to do the
same.  It was like no big deal to them, and after it was done, the other
kids on the bus said nothing or did nothing. It was like this sort of thing
happened all the time. I got home that night and had one of the most
intense orgasms I recalled thinking about those two jacking off in the back
of the bus."

"Holy crap! That's insane!" was all I could think of to say as I felt my
own cock start to grow in my shorts. "So did you ever do anything with
Collin, Allen or anybody else in high school?"

"Um, no.  Collin continued to be the subject of many fantasies, even after
I got here at Luther College.  Even though Luther is fairly liberal, I
stayed in the closet, not wanting my family members who live here in
Decorah, or any of my friends who came to Luther from back home to find out
about the real me. The only other outlet I've had was to go to a bookstore
in LaCrosse, Wisconsin. Have you been there before?"

"Yes, I've been to LaCrosse, but it was a long time ago when I was in high
school. I haven't been back since, and didn't know that they had an adult
bookstore."

"Well I actually almost sort of met up with a couple of different guys that
hung out there, but they were very creepy and I didn't do anything with
them.  At least I got to watch some of the gay male porn videos in the
booths there and bought a couple of gay porn mags.  That's where I found
this 900 number. Speaking of which, where did you find this number?" he
asked me.

I then went on to tell him how I had to go to Springfield, IL for work with
three other guys from work.  We were working at the CEO's son's house for
several days.  After we finished working one of the nights, the guys wanted
to go to the strip club.  I really had no desire to watch some woman strip
in front of me to some cheesy dance tune, so instead I spent my time in the
magazine area.  I did watch a few gay pornos in the booths, but feared
literally being caught coming out of a booth by my co-workers.  So instead
I bought a straight mag with sex stories in it.  It might have been
"Penthouse's Forum" magazine, but all I remember was that on the back of
the cover it listed this number, 1-900-LOVE MEN.  Since I tried calling and
found my phone bill sky rocketing with the pay per minute scheme, I figured
why not put my number on there so the guys could call me.  Since I lived
alone, it seemed harmless. As our conversation continued deep into the late
May evening for the second night in a row, I had a growing desire to find a
way to meet Andrew.  So the time seemed right to ask him how we could meet
before he had to move back to Owatonna, MN. There was a beautiful area in
southwestern Wisconsin where a tiny river perfect for canoeing, the
Kickapoo River, meandered through the Kickapoo River Valley, in the heart
of Amish country, touching the borders of Wildcat Mountain State Park.  I'd
spent several weekends with friends canoeing and camping in the area over
the past five years, so I deemed the place safe enough to meet a stranger,
even though I felt like Andrew was quickly becoming a long lost friend than
a being a stranger to me.  Would he feel the same way about me? I had to
ask him, to see if the feeling was mutual. There had never been a yearning
so deep inside to meet someone like the way I so dearly wanted to meet
him. Finally, after talking another three hours on the phone, I asked the
question.

"So Andrew, I know we've only 'known' each other for a day, but I have to
ask. Would you like to meet in person? I know you have to go home next
week.  I don't have to work this weekend, and I know a great place halfway
from you and halfway from me.  It's three hours from here, about two hours
from you.  If you don't have anything to do Saturday, I would like to meet
you Saturday around 11.  We could go for a canoe trip down the river, have
some lunch, do some hiking, and talk. If you don't want to do this, there
is no pressure. If you feel threatened by me, by all means I'm not going to
be offended. I just feel like honestly you're someone I do not want to not
know - and would love to at least meet you if for only one time.  I hope
you feel the same?" Talking non-stop, I feared that maybe he'd hung up the
phone halfway through my proposition, or maybe he'd just simply tell me no,
and we'd go our separate ways. Anxiously I waited for his response, each
second that ticked by seemed like an hour.

"Well, I do have time Saturday up until about 6 pm.  We have baccalaureate
service that I need to attend Saturday evening.  But yeah, looking at the
map, I see the route I can take, and since it's not far from LaCrosse, I
think I can do it."

"Great!" was all I could think of to say.  I was so ecstatic that I was
ready to burst.  Saturday would not get here soon enough!  The excitement
of meeting this intriguing guy gave me expectations that hopefully did not
lead to disappointment. Since it was now close to three o'clock in the
morning again, we agreed to talk again the next night (Thursday) and would
finalize plans on Friday.  Remember, the internet was not yet a public
thing, neither were cell phones. So no email, no texts; we had to rely
solely on landline phones. Would this chance meeting in Ontario, Wisconsin
on Saturday, May 26th 1990 alter my life, or would Andrew and I go our
separate ways, never to cross paths again?