Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2020 18:40:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Austin and Andrew, Chapter Three

Austin & Andrew, Chapter Three

After meeting and talking to Andrew, a college student from Iowa on the
phone for nearly ten hours over two days, we decided to meet each other in
person. This is a true story that took place starting in May of 1990.

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The time from Thursday morning until Saturday morning went incredibly
slow. They say that time does stand still, or slows down, and I believe
it. I could not wait until Saturday morning arrived so I could embark on
the three hour drive from my home in South Beloit, Il to Ontario, Wisconsin
where Andrew and I agreed to meet at eleven o'clock in the morning. The
trip just about got canceled, thanks to a late ditch effort by fate to make
me go to work on Saturday.  Friday afternoon around one thirty my boss
approached me and asked if I would come in to work Saturday around noon to
water some of the freshly planted bedding plants.  The forecast called for
warmer than normal temperatures over the weekend, and since it was in my
area I was the logical person to be called upon to work.  I had to beg and
plead and find someone to fill in for me, and finally five minutes before
quitting time one of the old guys on the crew, Jack, agreed to come in.
Since I explained to him that I had plans to go up to the Amish area, I had
to promise to bring him some Amish cookies to work on Tuesday. Strange
request I know, but it allowed me to get out of town and meet Andrew. So
after talking with Andrew briefly on the phone Friday evening, we confirmed
directions, meeting place and time and said our good-byes.  The morning
would not come soon enough!

That night I had trouble getting to sleep. The anticipation of what the day
would bring kept going over and over in my mind. What would Andrew be like?
Would he be just like his voice sounded - cute, sexy, hot - the guy of my
dreams, or would he be some psycho? I finally fell asleep around 2 am and
had a sexual dream about waking up in a different house in a different room
and bed sleeping next to a very handsome guy. He had perfect short brown
hair, a muscular upper body, and was sleeping on his left side.  As I
reached under the covers to slip my hand into his black satin boxers, I
found the prize waiting for me, making my own prize swell to its length,
pressing against my abdomen, the head sneaking out over the waistband of my
black CK bikini briefs. Touching him, stroking him gently caused him to
moan and roll onto his back, still asleep as I pulled his boxers down to
reveal its beautiful hardness, which was now leaking a crystal drop of
fluid. As I moved closer to him, my mouth opened and as my tongue reached
out to touch the droplet that had formed - my alarm went off. Go figure! My
own morning wood was as hard as it's been in sometime, a nice dime shaped
wet spot had formed near my belly button, and I'm certain if the alarm
would have waited another ten minutes, the wet spot would have been a lot
larger thanks to a beautiful sexual dream that would have become quite wet.
But since Saturday morning had finally arrived, I jumped out of bed, went
directly to the shower and resisted the urge to finish what my dream had
started. Luckily, the cold water caused my cock to return to its resting
size, and the shower ended with it growing back to being hard again with
the thought of meeting Andrew. Instead of taking care of it, I opted
instead to slip on a clean pair of black CK boxer briefs, my favorite Cubs
t-shirt, a pair of dark blue Nike basketball shorts, low white socks and my
blue Nike running shoes. A shot of CK Obsession, some gel in hair, contacts
in, and I was ready to eat breakfast. I quickly ate some toast, drank some
juice, fed the cat, let the dog out, quickly called the neighbor to ask if
she would take care of my dog (she always did - she had a crush on me), and
finally I was ready to go. My one month old black GMC S-15 4x4 pick up
truck sat waiting for me in the garage.  I had chosen some CD's to bring
with for the ride, mainly some smooth jazz and classic rock as well as CD's
by Tears for Fears and Billy Joel. With ample music to survive the trip, I
started truck and left the house right on time, at 7:30 am.

The three hour drive was flawless.  A clear blue sky, temps already rising
into the upper sixties greeted me as I drove on Interstate 90 past
Janesville, then to Madison where I exited on to WI 12 & 18 which skirted
the outer city limits of Madison, then west on Highway 14 to Richland
Center where I stopped to use the restroom at a Kwik Trip, then north on
Highway 80 to Hillsboro where I turned left and took Highway 33 to
Ontario. This stretch of two lane road drives through a hilly, very
beautiful area of trees and farmland that eventually squeezes through
Wildcat Mountan State park before dumping into the small one horse town of
Ontario.  I arrived just before 11 am, driving into the parking lot of the
Ontario Canoe Outfitter.  Scanning the parking lot, I did not yet see a
silver Buick with Minnesota plates, so I knew that Andrew had not yet
arrived. I got out of the S-15, stood along side the bed of the truck
sipping the rest of the coffee I had bought at the Kwik Trip in Richland
Center.  Fifteen minutes passed and my anxiousness and excitement began to
wane.  I was beginning to believe Andrew was not going to show. With no way
to contact him, I figured after waiting fifteen more minutes, I would drive
up to Wildcat Mountain and just hike the trails. Finally after waiting for
five more minutes my patience paid off. A silver Buick turned right onto
the gravel drive leading to the parking lot. As he drove past me and parked
next to my truck, he had a huge smile on his face. He looked even cuter
than he described! I suddenly felt a nervousness in my stomach that I'd not
felt in years.  When he stepped out of his car and came up to shake my
hand, I was in complete awe.  Wearing a Golden Gopher's t-shirt, cut off
blue jean shorts, short socks, black indoor soccer shoes and the same style
sunglasses as me - black frames with neon green arms, his had neon orange
arms - I knew we were going to get along just fine.  "Austin, right? Hi, it
is nice to meet you.  I'm Andrew!" he said with a huge smile on his face.

"Andrew, it is amazing to meet you. I am so happy that you made it! I was
beginning to think you had changed your mind when you didn't get here on
time."

"Oh man, I'm sorry, I took a wrong turn when I got into Wisconsin just
after crossing the Mississippi. I'm usually always running late.  I
wouldn't have missed meeting you, trust me."  This caused me to smile from
ear to ear, and even blush a little. If first impressions are any
indications as to what is yet to come, I was sold, hook line and sinker!

After chatting a bit, we agreed to take a canoe trip from Ontario down
river to the boat launch ramp in the lower part of Wildcat Mountain. We
added an extra hour to the estimated float time of 3.5 hours, which meant
that we'd get picked up around 4 pm. At first Andrew seemed like it might
be a problem since he had to be back in Decorah by six pm, but since the
drive was just under an hour and a half, he was certain he'd be able to
make it in time for his baccalaureate service that evening. And so the trip
down the narrow and shallow river, which meanders through the rock
formations, farmers fields and makes about fifty twists and turns,
began. We talked about everything that was non-sexual and non-gay on the
trip. He told me I was a great conversationalist; I told him he was as
well.  It was so fun talking to someone who shared the same interests or
desires as me.  I truly felt like I had found my long lost best
friend. Halfway through the trip, we decided to stop on a sand bar and eat
a snack.  I had brought a cooler with some cans of Pepsi and ice tea, as
well as some Doritos and potato chips. Four pieces of beef jerky that I
picked up at the Kwik Trip was also a welcomed snack for us two paddlers.
The afternoon had turned warm for May, with no breeze on the river at
all. Several canoes floated by, the shirtless 20-somethings guys greeting
us with a hearty "Hi guys!, Havin' a good time?" to which of course we
replied that we were. I decided it was time to lose the Cubs shirt, since
the boos from the Brewer's fans that floated by made me think I'd be better
off without my shirt on.  After taking it off, Andrew's face told me what
he didn't have to say. My defined abs and upper body must have turned him
on as much as I got turned on when he removed his shirt. Since other
paddlers were floating by regularly, it was impossible to flat out act on
my desires with Andrew. So I just hoped that my growing cock would be
contained enough to not be visible in my loose fitting basketball
shorts. Getting our fill of soda, beef jerky and chips, we resumed the trip
to the take out point.  The rest of the trip was the same as the first
part. We didn't stop talking about anything and everything non-sex related,
and soon we arrived at the boat launch where several other canoes had
already arrived and were pulled out of the water and were placed along side
the boat ramp in the grass. Twenty minutes or so later, the rickety old
extended van pulling a trailer designed to hold eight canoes came rambling
down the road that led to the boat ramp. Two late teen-aged guys wearing
tight blue jeans and cut off shirts and baseball caps jumped out of the
van, and began to load up the canoes from the outfitter on to the trailer.
"You all can get in the van please.  Coolers can go in the front, y'all can
squeeze in the back.  We're gonna have a full van, so don't be shy!" the
driver of the van instructed us.  Andrew and I were still shirtless, and
without really thinking much about it got in the backseat of the van.  I
was next to the left side window, Andrew was next to me. A younger couple
who looked to be in their early twenties squeezed in next to Andrew,
pushing his sweaty body super close to me. As his arm touched mine, his
side next to my side, my cock instantly began to get hard. How in the world
would I be able to make the three mile ride through the twists and turns of
the road back to Ontario with a huge erection? I didn't want to look but
very quickly Andrew put his shirt on his lap, so I did the same. The look
on his face told me that he felt the same. Thankfully, by the time we got
back to the outfitter, my erection subsided a little, and I was able to
keep my shirt in front of my shorts to hide what was left. Getting out of
the van, Andrew quickly put his shirt on, the length covering up anything
that might have looked conspicuous.

The canoe trip had now come to an end, and looking at my watch I saw it was
now close to 4:30.  Our time together was just about over. I felt a sense
of sadness creep over me, and as we stood chatting by my truck, I waited
for Andrew to tell me that it was time for him to leave.  But instead he
said something that caught me off guard.

"Austin, this day has been phenomenal, beyond my expectations.  I don't
want it to end, and I'm not ready to go back to Decorah.  You know, I don't
really need to go to the service tonight.  I'd much rather stay and do
something much more...exciting with you.  Is that okay? Do you have to be
back to South Beloit at a certain time?" Even if I did, I would have
changed my plans. Finding something "exciting" to do with Andrew was
exactly what was on my mind. Finding the place to do something exciting was
the challenge. Then I remembered a hiking trail that led from the boat ramp
area up to the top of one of the hills that culminated in a very private,
scenic overlook of the Kickapoo River Valley. Andrew agreed that going for
a hike sounded like fun, so we got in my truck and drove back down to the
boat ramp, and began the 30 minute hike to the top of the outlook. The
trail, which started out in the meadows surrounding the river, quickly
escalated through the fragrant white pines, up several long switchbacks
before leveling out into a smattering of maple and birch trees, running
parallel with the split rail fence that prevented young hikers from jumping
to their demise - a cliff that descended an estimated one hundred feet or
more, back to the river below. As we finally approached the overlook, the
sun was beginning its descent to the western horizon. My guess is that we
had about an hour or so before sunset to do something exciting. The
overlook must have been a popular spot.  There were two groups of four
people standing next to the fence admiring nature's picturesque beauty as
it unfolded around us.  The people greeted us as we approached the
fence. One guy had a long telephoto lens on his Canon AE1 35 mm camera
taking pictures of the valley, and another guy just had a point and shoot
camera, doing the same.  He asked if I would take a picture of his group,
which I obliged. As we stood looking out and trying to wait out the other
groups so we could be alone, finally they finished their pictures and
gazing and began to walk away, leaving us finally alone. Andrew began to
talk first:

"So let's talk about that elephant that's been in the room this
afternoon. What are your thoughts about us meeting and maybe, shall we say,
experimenting?" His voice quivered a bit when he said experimenting. My
stomach was suddenly tied up in knots. After all of the wet dreams, the
thoughts, fantasies about cute guys, reliving what I had done fourteen
years ago with Joey and more suddenly had me scared to go further.

"I am very attracted to you", I began. "But now faced with putting reality
into what has been fantasy, I'm nervous. Nervous in thinking that taking
the next step will make me realize that after all of these years, I could
be gay. What if I'm really not? What if we do something, and I don't like
it? What if you don't like doing something with me?  He turned towards the
setting sun and hung his head, clearly disappointed with what I said. "I am
sorry, I don't mean it in a bad way.  Look, the past few days we have
connected on an emotional and intellectual level.  Since we have a lot of
things in common, I feel like I don't want to lose you as a 'friend'. I
don't have a lot of friends, and your friendship means a lot to me. What
if, because you have not yet been with a guy, find it appalling? me
appalling? I guess I don't want to lose you as a friend.  Also, as much as
I've struggled with this idea of my attraction to guys, what will happen if
I take the step off this cliff and plunge into this lifestyle. Would I be
able to climb back out and live a straight life, with a wife and kids?  I
mean I do love having sex with a woman. Would I miss that? I really want to
have kids, and be a dad.  I guess I'm just a little more fucked up than I
thought." We were both watching the sun as it touched the horizon somewhere
in Iowa. The waning daylight cast a glow on Andrew's face, and a small tear
had formed in his right eye.  Without talking, he turned to me, pulled me
into his arms, leaned forward and kissed my quivering lips. My immediate
reaction was to turn away and break free from his embrace, but a burning
passion from years of pent up emotions consumed the fear that wanted me to
run. I gave in and felt his kiss permeate my body like lightning coursing
through me, electrifying my entire being, causing my groin to swell
instantly as I felt him react the same as he pressed himself against
me. Our embracing and kissing reached a fever pitch as our two hungry souls
raced to become one. Slowly he reached under my shirt and his hand explored
my abs, my chest, and his fingers found my nipples. He lightly squeezed
first the right, then the left, causing me to moan as his tongue drove
deeper into my mouth. I felt as if I was going to explode into my boxer
briefs right then and there. As my shaky hand found the bottom of his
Gopher's shirt and my fingers touched his skin for the first time, he began
to breathe deeply and I could feel his swollen groin firm against
mine. Everything I had said about "what if" five minutes earlier
disappeared over the horizon with the setting sun. As darkness began to
creep in, the overwhelming desire to drop to my knees and take him in me
every which was possible grew to an animal-like desire. Just as I was about
to make that move, I heard someone whistling coming up the trail. We broke
our embrace as fear of being caught stopped us cold. It was the State Park
Ranger!

"Gentlemen, Good evening! Say, are you guys the ones with the black S-15?"

"Um, yes sir, that's us." I replied, trying to pull the bottom of my shirt
over my basketball shorts to hide my erection.

"Well guys, the park is now closed. I'm going to have to ask you to hike
back down and leave so I can shut the gate."

"Sure, sorry.  We were just enjoying the... sunset and the beautiful
scenery and forgot that what time the park closed." I quickly said.

"No problem guys, just please try to get back so I can lock up and go home
to the misses."

Ten minutes later, we were back in the truck and were heading back to
Ontario. We didn't speak at all until we got back to the parking
lot. Andrew announced that he was hungry, so we walked up to the ball field
in town where a Memorial Day celebration was taking place.  Since it was
close to 9 pm, the food people were starting to pick up. They did have one
piece of chicken left, along with chips and some cole slaw.  I paid for the
food, and as we set at a picnic table sharing the chicken, we knew our
night was just about over.  Andrew was the first to speak.

"So you know I have to go home back to Minnesota next week.  In two weeks,
I'll be heading to Ames to start my internship.  Would you like to come and
spend the weekend with me there? We could have a fun time there...only if
you want to and can. I can call you when I get to Ames?"

"Sure, I think that might work.  So I'm not going to hear from you until
you get there?" I asked, hoping my assumption was wrong.

"Right. Unfortunately my parents will not know why I'm calling a guy in
Illinois, since I've never mentioned having a friend there. It's awkward, I
know, but it's just the way things are, and I don't want to raise any
suspicion.  I will try to call if I can.  But more than likely it will be
when I get to Ames."

I felt like crying, but held back and just smiled instead. We finished up
eating, threw the plates and chip bags away and began walking back to the
parking lot.  The outfitter had long since closed, so it was just our
vehicles left. My truck and his car.  It then came time for us to part
ways.

"Are you going to be okay to make the the three hour drive?" he asked.

"It should be fine.  I like to drive.  How about you?"

"Oh yeah, the same.  I love to drive. So I guess this is it for now. I
can't wait until I get to Ames so that we can meet up again!"

"Me too!  This has been, wow, amazing.  I'm so happy we could meet!"

With that, we said our good-byes, and he gave me a hug and a quick kiss,
before pulling away from me.  I could have stayed in his arms forever that
night, but let him break away, watching him walk to his car. I got in my
truck fired up the engine, and started to drive out of the parking lot.  As
I reached the stop sign to the intersection of Highway 33, I put on my left
turn signal, Andrew was behind me with his right turn signal on. We both
entered the highway and as I crossed the bridge over the Kickapoo, I
watched his tail lights until they faded into the night. I tried to wipe
the tears away as the three hour ride home began. It would be a long three
weeks until we would have the chance to meet again.