Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2020 19:56:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Austin and Andrew, Chapter Five

Austin & Andrew, Chapter Five

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. Three weeks later when he moved to Ames,
Iowa to start his summer internship he invited me to spend the weekend
with him in Ames. The following chapter is the pivotal weekend in our
lives.

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Friday afternoon finally arrived. As usual, I was busy at work. The
summer help had arrived earlier in the week in the tune of twenty 14 and
15 year old boys and girls who literally got on the ground floor of the
company and spent their days at work on the grounds surrounding the
factory mowing, pruning, doing light landscaping jobs, and working in the
greenhouse where we grew all of our annual and perennial flowers that
were used on the grounds. My job entailed working in the greenhouse, and
making sure none of the boys got out of hand while they showered after
work. Think of it as the fox watching the hen house - I had to make sure
every one of the boys showered, which meant I had to see each of them
naked. I also got paid overtime to do this! What a great deal! But like
standing outside a candy store, all I could do was look but not touch.

I was on the road to Ames at exactly three p.m.  I was able to leave work
early, which helped.  Andrew and I had a brief conversation on the phone
so I could get directions to his place.  Remember in 1990 there were no
cell phones and I do not know how on earth we ever survived! The four and
a half hour trip to Ames went quickly.  I made a couple of stops, but
arrived right on time at 7:30 pm at Andrew's house where he rented a room
with three other grad students.  The evening was beautiful - clear skies,
a slight breeze and temperatures in the upper 70's. It felt good to be
away from home again for the weekend, and as I got out of the truck and
walked up the sidewalk to Andrew's house, I got butterflies in my stomach
thinking about the time we would spend together.  Would I cross the
threshold and take the plunge into the gay lifestyle or just turn around
and go back home forgetting about Andrew?  As I approached the door he
opened it before I had a chance to knock.

"Hi! How was your trip?  I'm glad you could make it!  Come in!"  He was
dressed in a Cyclone's t-shirt, the same cutoff jeans shorts he wore in
Ontario with his black and white indoor soccer shoes and a smile that
melted me as soon as I saw him. As I walked through the door, he hugged
me and right away I realized how I'd missed him. It was not a hug that
friends give each other, but one that lovers give. The flame of passion
lit instantly, and I felt myself drawn to the flame just as quick. "Want
to see my house and my room? Are you hungry? We can go get something to
eat and then you can get checked in to your hotel. How does that
sound?"

"Sounds great to me.  I just had some snacks and a Pepsi along the way.
Yeah, let's see your room!  How do you like it here?"

"It's okay." he replied, with a bit of apprehension in his tone of voice.
"But it's only for two years, then I'll figure out where I'm going from
there. I can start looking for jobs in programming and should land a
lucrative job somewhere in the Midwest. I'd like to return to The Cities
- Minneapolis-St.Paul - but I don't want live near home.  I just want to
get away from the farm and my parents."

"I know the feeling. I like what I'm doing, but without a degree, it's
going to be hard for me to leave Rockford and South Beloit and go to like
Texas or somewhere better.  I love Texas, and have been there several
times."

"I've never been there before, but I heard it's nice. Where have you been
in Texas?" he inquired.

"Dallas, San Antonio, Austin, McAllen, South Padre Island, just to name a
few.  I really like San Antonio and South Padre. Not many jobs there
though.  I often thought about going to Pan American University in
Edinburgh. It is nice there year round and NO snow! I know that area well
since my grandparents lived there during the winter."

"Cool.  Maybe someday I'll make it there."

We continued chatting about my job, and what he was going to do at the
University for his internship. We finally agreed to go look for a place
to eat.  We settled on what appeared to be a mom and pop Italian place
that was actually near to my hotel.  The Friday fish-fry crowd had
dissipated for the evening, and there were just a few couples scattered
about the outer tables of the dining room. We were greeted by a very cute
young man who appeared to be not a day over 18 years old. He was about my
height (5'8") had deep brown eyes, a slim chisled face with straight
brown hair that drifted over his left eye.

"Hi Guys, just two of you this evening?" We replied yes. "Great, well
just to let you know, we are out of the deep fried Cod, and the Baked
Flounder." He then boldly looked us up and down, checking both of us out.
We both picked up on it right away. "Would you guys like to sit over here
in this booth, kind of away from the other people?"

"Sure!" we replied at the same time. "That's perfect!" I replied.

"Great! Well my name is Seth, I'll be your waiter tonight. The soups
tonight are cheddar broccoli and french onion. Can I get you both
something to drink?" We both ordered Pepsi's.  I decided to have
spaghetti; Andrew ordered fettuccine Alfredo. We both got garden salads
with the house dressing. Within in minutes of ordering, Seth brought the
salads, and soon after finishing, the pasta dishes came.  Seth kept
checking on us, and each time he walked towards us, I couldn't help but
check him out. His white oxford dress shirt and black dress pants looked
perfect on him. He obviously noticed, and after he cleared our plates and
came over to hand me the check, he sat down next to me and asked us where
we were from, and what brought us to Ames. I told him it was my first
trip here from Northern Illinois and that I came to meet Andrew here for
the weekend, and that we were just going to head back to my hotel and
hang out, and see what the weekend brought us. He put his hand on my left
leg and said that it was nice to meet us, and hoped that we would have an
enjoyable weekend.  Before leaving, he did say that if we had a chance we
might want to check out a little coffee house called "The Last Cup"
located not too far from my hotel.  "I think you guys will like it, I
know I sure do! Maybe I'll see you guys there!" he said as he smiled,
winked and got up from the table.  "Nice to meet you guys, have a great
time in Ames!" We both thanked him; I left a $10 tip, and paid the bill
with the cashier that looked like it could be Seth's sister, and we left
the restaurant.

"Wow, was he cute or what?" Andrew exclaimed as we got in the truck.

"Holy crap, I know!  I think he knows or suspected that we are a... um,
good friends." was all I could reply.

"You think?! Dang, we had better find that coffee house!" Andrew said.  I
nodded my head in agreement.

"Yeah, sounds like it could be fun!" I replied, although somewhat
skeptical in thinking that if Seth was not yet 18 it would be a waste of
time.  But the thought of two hot guys at once would have been a dream
come true for me. Finally, we found the hotel.  I registered, got the
keys, and we drove around to the back side of the building and found the
room. As I unlocked the door and brought my backpack in, the reality of
the weekend hit me. But instead of being cautious and nervous about being
with Andrew, I was ready for whatever happened. Since I bought lube and
condoms before I left home, I was prepared to have sex with Andrew. In
fact the entire drive I had erection after erection thinking about just
the moments that lied ahead for us. As we entered the room, turned on
some lights, I placed my backpack on the dresser and went to pee. My cock
was half hard as I drained my bladder.  I washed my hands and went to the
room where Andrew was sitting on the side of the bed. "So what do you
want to do?" I asked, as I sat next to him on the bed.

"I know what I'd like to do, and I think we're on the same page, right?"

"Yeah..." I felt my stomach quiver a bit, and in a moment of sexual
tension where we both wanted to tear each other's close off and devour
each other, we slowly moved closer to each other like two tigers ready to
fight, sizing each other up. Finally, our lips met, hands found each
other's body. We embraced and then collapsed in each other's arms kissing
as the passionate fire raged in both of us. Tongues explored each other's
mouth; fingers in each other's hair. We collapsed in each other's arms on
the bed, laying side by side. I made the first move and took his shirt
off.  He followed and took mine off as we continued kissing. My cock was
as hard as it had ever been. I was so horny and felt like a freight train
barreling down the tracks at maximum speed - nothing was going to stop me
from reaching my destination.  Not this time. My hands caressed every
inch of his chest, his back, and as I lay on top of him, I took control.
As my heart rate increased, I boldly moved down to his cutoffs, and
unbuttoned the
top button of his shorts and pulling down the zipper. My left hand was
rubbing his left nipple, my mouth kissing his navel and the fresh clean
scent of his belly gave me a rush and fueled the passion even greater.
Slowly my fingers went deeper into his white briefs, touching a full
grove of pubic hair. The moment of truth was about upon me and as my hand
descended further, the anticipation of what I'd find reached an intense
high I hadn't felt since Joey and I sucked on each other's teen-aged
cocks some fourteen years earlier. I wanted to feel Andrew's massive
cock, like the one in my dream. The one that filled my mouth with its
massive girth and length, firing stream after stream of his hot juices
down my throat. Since he was taller than me by at least five inches, he
had to have the cock I had dreamed he had and now I'd finally find out.
My hand reached further in his briefs to unleash his monster and devour
its fury... but as my hand reached further the beast I'd hoped to find
was instead a smallish, limp dick laying in the forest of his thick pubic
bush. The sigh that escaped from my mouth might have said it all, but I
said nothing, and continued to caress his small dick. Maybe once I
started to suck on him, it'd grow. I looked up at him and daringly asked
if everything was okay, and should I continue.

"Please do, I'm,... um... a bit, nervous... but I really want to do this,
please?"

He may have sensed my disappointment, but I tried to mask it and instead
went back to kissing his stomach, then back up to his lips again. "We
have all night." I whispered in his ear. and resumed kissing all the way
down to his dick, which was now half hard. As my lips met his pubes, I
caressed his sack with my right hand, lifted his half hard cock with my
left.  Fourteen years of pretending and leading the straight life were
about to go by the wayside. I lowered my mouth the the head of his cut
penis, and took the head in my mouth as my tongue began to move back and
forth on the underside which caused him to moan and the blood to rush to
his cock. Slowly he became hard as I continued to suck him.  My right
hand continued to play with his sack, gently squeezing his left nut.
Oddly though, his right nut seemed to be only a mass of unconnected veins
and tubes - it was like the nut didn't exist. I didn't care - I was
enjoying sucking him. Now hard, he was getting into it.  His hands found
my head, neck and massaged me, causing me to increase the feeding frenzy
on his cock, which now seemed to be close to its full six inch length.
It was easy to take it deep into my mouth, feeling the head at the back
of my throat pushing down deeper in my throat each time once my gag
reflex subsided. Before I knew it, his bush was tickling my nose, my chin
on his hair sack. It was like I was in heaven again, being the gay
cocksucker I was born to be. I felt his cock getting harder, and knew he
was getting close. I was prepared to suck him until he came, but he
pulled out and told me it was now my turn.  Pushing me on the bed, he
quickly undid my shorts, pulled them off, and sighed in amazement at the
half dollar sized wet spot in my Calvin Klein Bikini briefs where the
head of my cock had been trapped for what seemed like an eternity.
Repeating what I had done to him, he kissed his way down to my pubes,
then slowly moved up to my cock. I have to admit - I absolutely love
getting a blow job even more so than fucking girls or guys.

After having a girl friend who was more of a friend "with benefits" who
absolutely LOVED giving head and was THE best at it, everyone else had to
measure up to her.  But since I was so fucking horny to be with Andrew,
just having him suck me was enough. He opened his mouth, took my head
inside, and I nearly exploded in his mouth. If this was his first time as
he'd said earlier, he was definitely good at it.  He sucked my six inch
cock for about five minutes, getting me close.  Just as he'd pulled out
of my mouth before he came, I did the same, and moved around along side
him to take his cock back in my mouth. He did the same and the feeling of
sucking while getting sucked was too much. I came up for air from sucking
him and told him that I was about to cum, and he pulled off my cock and
begin to jack it with his right hand. My cock erupted in stream after
stream of hot semen all over my stomach and chest as I had one of the
most intense orgasms that I'd had in a long time.  The sucking of his
cock picked up speed, and soon his breathing increased, and he repeated
the same phrase "I'm gonna cum!" and I pulled off his cock just in time
as he shot four smaller streams, which I aimed at my load that was still
on my chest.  It felt amazing to have his cum mix with mine. When he
finished cumming, he moved on top of me, our spent loads mixing together
on each other's chest as he kissed me deeply again, the taste of each
other's cocks and saliva mixing together in one of the most passionate
kisses I'd ever had.

The long wait and wondering about myself was now over. The sexual
experimentation I'd done with Joey some fourteen years earlier came back
to me just like riding a bike, and at that moment I came to the
realization of who I was and who I had become. That particular evening in
early June, at a hotel in Ames, Iowa a small spark inside me became a
flicker of love for a twenty-three year old guy from Minnesota. How on
earth was this going to work? I thought to myself as we laid in bed in
each other's arms after showering together moments after the passion
filled lovemaking. With Andrew breathing softly while sleeping next to
me, I told myself to just live for the moment, take it as it was. I
couldn't wait to see how the rest of the weekend would be, let alone
think about a possible future together with the guy I was falling in love
with.