Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2020 23:57:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Austin and Andrew, Chapter Seven

Austin & Andrew, Chapter Seven

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. Four weeks later when he moved to Ames, Iowa
we spent a memorable weekend together. The following chapter takes place
when Andrew came to spend the weekend with me at my house in South Beloit,
IL.

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***

As the week began following the weekend I spent in Ames with Andrew, work
kept my mind occupied.  Since the summer work program had started, my
responsibilities included working directly with 10 fourteen and fifteen
year old kids doing landscape maintenance work around the grounds of the
factory where I was employed.  It was a great program, since after the kids
turned 16, they were allowed to work in the factory during the summer while
they were in their senior year of high school, and throughout their college
years as well.  Many of the kids went on to get accounting, engineering,
computer science, and manufacturing degrees, and still work there to this
day.  How many people today can say that?

Wednesday evening Andrew and I talked over the phone for nearly two hours.
Plans were set for him to get to my house around six p.m. Friday evening.
We would then go out and grab something to eat, and then see what the rest
of the weekend would hold in store.  Although I was very excited to have
him come and spend the weekend with me, I was also a little nervous in
thinking what to do should my parents or friends decide to drop in on me
unannounced, leaving me to figure out how to introduce my new friend from
Minnesota to them.  But since my feelings for Andrew were growing almost
exponentially, I new I'd figure out a way.

Friday morning finally arrived, and just like the previous weekend, I could
hardly wait for the day to pass by.  Work went well, the kids of course
asked me what my plans were for the weekend, and I just explained to them
that I had plans with a friend who was coming in from out of town, and we
were going to hang out and catch up on things in our lives.

Before I knew it, the workday was almost over.  As usual, I had to watch
over the boys' locker room where the boys would have to undress from their
company uniform, shower, get dressed in their casual dress clothes, and
wait to be picked up.  I would stand at the back entry way to the locker
room and had to make sure each kid took his shower.  Since there was a
hallway from the back entry way to the front by the office area, the boys
had to walk across this hallway and go into the showers.  Most of the boys
were used to being in locker rooms and walked across without a towel. More
times than not the boys would ask my opinion about something and would come
up to me bare-assed naked, not caring if I saw them.  Good thing was they
trusted me I suppose, and if I had ever made a move to touch any of them
inappropriately, I would have had to face the consequences of losing my job
and getting charged with a felony that would still haunt me to this day.
The eye candy was nice, but certainly not worth losing my job and having a
record.  Finally, I was on the way home. I showered, fed the dog and cat,
and waited.  Andrew guessed that by the detailed map I left him with in
Ames, he would arrive at my house around 6 pm.  Sure enough, shortly after
6 I looked out to see his silver Buick pull in the driveway.  I practically
ran out the side door of the house, up the sidewalk and stood on the edge
of the driveway as he got out of his car.  I couldn't stop smiling.  I felt
like a little kid that was waiting to go to the carnival with his best
friend.

"Hey!  You made it!  Did you have a good trip? Have any trouble finding the
place?" I excitedly asked Andrew as he got out of his car. Wearing an ISU
shirt and jeans shorts, I wanted to run to him and fall into his arms, but
mindful of my nosy neighbors, I opted to stay on the sidewalk.  "Yeah, it
was good.  You gave me some great directions!" he replied with a huge
smile.  "You have a nice place here; I love the oak trees! Wow! I bet they
are beautiful in the fall!"

"They are, but they scare the crap out of me during a storm.  I am almost
petrified of thunderstorms because I'm afraid these trees will come
crashing down on my house if we get a strong wind."  He looked around the
area and then gave his scientific opinion about why the trees would not
fall down on the house.

"They're oaks.  They're strong.  You're fairly protected here, so you'll be
fine!"

I felt kind of like an idiot, but he did make sense.  I proceeded to give
him the nickel tour of the house, introduced him to my poodle named Cookie,
and my black striped tiger cat named Charlie. They were happy to meet him,
but soon just went about their way.

"You've got a nice little house here, Austin.  I like it.  That is so cool
that you did the remodeling. You really like to do remodeling, huh?"

"I do.  Never thought I'd like to, but I guess those years working with my
dad when I was a kid really paid off. It is just neat to take something run
down and make it nice."

"Plus, you can add equity to your house, making it worth more when you go
to sell it."

"You're right.  But I have no intention of selling, since my house
payment's only $150.00 a month!"  He agreed that my house payment was very
low and a good place to live.  We finally decided to head out for dinner.
We opted on a small restaurant in Beloit, Wisconsin.  Since I lived just a
mile south of the Illinois -- Wisconsin border, I was closer to Beloit, a
town of about 35,000 people compared to Rockford which had just over
200,000.  There were more restaurants, but Beloit was closer.  Not to
mention the Liberty Inn was a quaint, yet excellent quiet place to get a
great dinner.

We opted to dine at a small restaurant in Beloit, Wisconsin.  Since I lived
just a mile south of the Illinois -- Wisconsin border, I was closer to
Beloit, a town of about 35,000 people compared to Rockford which had just
over 200,000.  There were more restaurants, but Beloit was closer.  Not to
mention the Liberty Inn was a quaint, yet excellent quiet place to get a
great dinner. Usually a reservation was necessary, but on this beautiful
June evening, which just so happened to be one of the longest days of
summer, we opted to eat on the west facing patio. With the birds singing,
the blue sky above us, quiet jazz music playing over the speakers that were
hidden behind some small bushes on the sides of the patio, the ambiance was
perfect for Andrew and me to eat our first meal together at a nice upscale
restaurant.  After ordering we talked about our week at work and school.
Andrew told me more about his job at the university, I explained more about
the company where I worked. The entire time we talked and ate I couldn't
stop thinking about later that evening when we could pick up where we left
off in Ames.  I wanted his cock badly, and I think he felt the same about
me.

The meal was excellent.  Along with a fresh garden salad, I had blackened
catfish with grilled asparagus and potatoes au gratin; Andrew had the baked
seasoned chicken breast, broccoli and also potatoes au gratin.  With our
bellies now full, we left and headed to downtown Rockford, to take a walk
along the river.  The Sinnissippi Recreation Path was a popular spot to
walk, so it was perfect to just enjoy the nice evening walking and talking
on the paved bike path located on the east shores of the Rock River.
Half-way through the walk we sat on a bench that faced the river, which
flowed from north to south.  We watched the boats going by and chatted
about anything and everything until the sun had set.  Along the walk back
to the truck, one of the kids from work named Chris, was walking with two
of his very cute friends.

"Hi Austin!  How are you doing?"

"Hey Chris, doing fine, how're you?  Nice night out, huh?"  "Yup, sure is!
Well hey, have a great night!"  I wished him the same and as they passed,
and we got back to the truck, Andrew asked me about Chris.

"So, is he one of the kids you see naked every night after work when he
goes to shower?"

"Um, as a matter of fact, yeah, he is. And in case you're wondering, he's
got a six pack and a nice... fat dick, scant amount of pubes, and a
hairless sack, not that I've noticed or anything" I replied in a quiet
voice, making sure no one was close by.

"Damn, you're lucky! Young guys like him are so cute!  He looks like a
soccer boy!" I agreed, with his indoor soccer shoes, shorts and Puma's team
soccer shirt on, Chris was very, very cute.

"So, you're attracted to young guys too, I take it." I inquired as we
started heading back to my house in the truck. "I know I am." "Yes, I am
too." Andrew sighed as he replied. I proceeded to describe three or four of
the workers from the summer crew that were incredibly cute.  I told him a
story about one of the kids I took camping with me and my two neighbor kids
three summers ago.

"Brian reminds me of Chris, body type and even his attitude.  Nice kid, but
a little wild.  Anyway, I had mentioned to Brian and some of the other kids
one Friday that I was going camping the following weekend with two neighbor
kids that lived next to my parent's house.  I'd known Jim and Scott since
they were babies, and even had watched them from time to time.  So it was
only natural to invite them to go camping with me one weekend.  They were
like younger brothers to me, and I never thought about anything with them,
other than having fun camping.  I was somewhat surprised when Brian asked
if he could go camping with us.  Since he was the same age as Jim and
Scott, I didn't have a problem if he went.  He got permission, and the four
of us went up to one of the state parks in southern Wisconsin for the
weekend.  On the way up, Jim and Scott rode in the back of the truck, Brian
rode in the front of the truck with me.  The conversation about some of the
guys on the summer work crew came up. Brian began.

"So how do you like having to supervise us while we take our showers at the
end of the day, Austin?"

"Oh, it's okay," I lied. "I need the overtime, and it's easy money, as long
as you guys don't get too rowdy and McDonald (the manager of the
department) comes back and get pissed for you guys yelling too loud." The
next statement from Brian almost got me to say something I would certainly
regret later, but I didn't say my true feelings. It was almost like he was
setting me up.

"Yeah, I know. Hey, doesn't Greg, the black kid have a big dick?" I wanted
to agree and tell him that his was just as big, but instead I acted like I
didn't know what he was talking about.  "I haven't really noticed. I mean
it's not like I check you guys out or anything like that." I carefully
replied.

"Oh come on Austin, you check us out, don't you?" I didn't respond; he
asked me again.  Just as I was trying to think of a response, Jim tapped on
the back window of the truck and asked me to open it.  Thankfully, Brian
did not press me anymore for an answer to his question. "Wow, so did
anything else happen on the camping trip, I mean you were there with these
three cute guys, wasn't it tempting to, you know, do something with them?"
Andrew inquired.

"As much as Brian's conversation about the black kid's dick size and all
was very...strange yet intriguing, I knew if I kept the conversation going
or led on to him that I did watch them as they walked naked in front of me,
if I even touched the kid it would have been the end of my job, because the
kid would have told someone, and worse off the two neighbor kids would have
told their parents too.  I could not risk it; I enjoyed hanging around with
them as they were like little brothers to me."

"Makes good sense.  Just making sure you aren't some child molester."
Andrew replied with a laugh, playfully punching me in my right arm.

"I can't deny that I'm attracted to younger guys, but only those over the
age of 18." I admitted.  "How about you, what kind of guys are you
attracted to?"

"Yah, younger guys here too. Mostly jock type."

"That's cool."  We walked back to the truck and made the twenty minute
drive from Rockford to my home in South Beloit.  It was getting dark now
and the evening had shaped up to be a nice June evening.  We decided to sit
out on my deck, sipping some red wine while listening to a radio station
out of Madison that played smooth jazz music at night.  My deck, which was
hidden from the road by the landscaping I'd installed along the sidewalk,
was situated between my detached two car garage and the house. Because of
the huge white oak tree that was next to the deck, we could not see the
stars.  Nonetheless, our conversation continued until close to midnight.
We had so much to talk about, especially about my life.  I divulged more
information to him about my family and my life in Illinois.  Of course, the
subject of sexual experiences came up around 11:30, and we decided to take
our little party and conversation into the living room of the house.

"Alright Austin, so I have a question about you and Joey.  You had told me
that you guys only jerked off together.  Are you sure you didn't do
anything else with him, I mean if he was the only guy you had done anything
with before you met me, you really knew what you were doing when you, um,
sucked me off the first time last weekend."

I took a long sip of my glass of wine, which now had me very relaxed and
getting hornier by the minute and began to tell Andrew about what really
happened with Joey. "Okay, so yeah, I didn't exactly tell you the whole
truth. Um, so after that first time we jerked off in Joey's bedroom, we got
together a few other times where we took turns sucking each other.  I
usually started by sucking him first, then he would suck me for a few
minutes.  The first time I felt his dick in my mouth, it was amazing.  What
was even more amazing was feeling his mouth sucking my dick.  It caused my
pre-cum to flow so much that he thought I was cumming into his mouth.  At
fourteen, I had yet to have an orgasm, so I wasn't sure if I was or not.
Most of those times where we'd suck each other, we'd go to this fort I'd
built inside of one of the farm buildings my dad rented.  I had built this
six foot by eight foot elevated fort, with a trap door, two walls that had
some cushions we'd found from an old sofa someone had thrown away.  I would
get Joey close to an orgasm, he'd stop me from sucking him, then he'd jack
off on his smooth stomach, while I'd just watch."

"And you still hadn't had an orgasm, right?" Andrew interrupted.

"Right.  So, one Saturday night I asked my dad if Joey and I could sleep
out in my dad's mini motor home camper that was parked in our second
driveway.  Dad had bought it from my uncle with the intention of us going
camping sometime, but my mom didn't like to camp, and my dad never took the
time for us all to go in it.  Anyway, Joey and I hung out it in that night,
just doing typical things like playing Monopoly, cards and watching tv from
the portable color tv set I had brought out from my room to the camper.
Around midnight we decided to take a walk around the neighborhood.  Of
course, nobody was out, but it was our ritual whenever we camped out in my
tent (and now the mini-home) to walk around the neighborhood.  With nothing
exciting to see, we walked back to the camper.  When we got settled in,
drinking a couple of Pepsi's, Joey asked me if I wanted to `do something'
which was our code word for messing around sexually with each other."

"Ah, cool, so tell me what happened next." Andrew inquired.

"We decided to sleep on the bunk above the cab, since it was a queen-sized
mattress.  We took our t-shirts and shorts off, leaving just our
tighty-whitey briefs, and both of us had hard-on's.  Once on the bed, Joey
pulled his briefs off first, and I followed.  We were now both naked.  Joey
had more pubic hair that me, his legs hairy, and a scant thin trail of hair
that led from his belly button to his bush.  I estimated his dick to be
about five or six inches long, very close to the same length as my 5.5 inch
dick, but his was thicker. As he laid across the bed, I made the first
move.  I started by licking his sack which was a little hairy, then worked
my way up the head of his pulsating cock.  I licked the underside, causing
him to moan in pleasure.  Finally, I engulfed his cock in my mouth, just
like the girls in the porn magazine we'd found alongside the road a few
months back.  Moving up and down with my mouth, Joey was laying back
enjoying this ride.  He must have been getting close, because he stopped me
and then did the same to me.  My smaller sack had some hairs, but not
nearly as much as Joey had.  He took each ball in his mouth, bathing each
one with his tongue.  It felt so damn good, I just laid back and let him go
down on me.  He sucked me for what felt like ten minutes or so, and
although my precum was leaking, I still felt nothing like what I thought an
orgasm would be.  He stopped, and I immediately went back down on him.  We
were sucking each other for about another five minutes when I sensed he was
getting close. I didn't stop, and with my left hand that was massaging his
full sack, I could feel like something was beginning to flow up from deep
within, as the perineum area between his hole and sack started almost
buzzing. His cock was harder than ever in my mouth, and seconds later I
felt his hot cum shoot deep into my mouth.  I pulled off of him as quick as
I could, but the pungent taste of his load was now in mouth.  All the time
he was cumming, he didn't stop sucking me.  I laid back, my part done, and
just enjoyed the good feelings that were coming from my dick.  And then
something happened.  I felt the pressure build, like I had to pee.  My cock
got harder than it ever had before, and then I felt like it was going to
explode and explode it did.  Joey had no idea I was about to cum for the
first time, and neither did I.  But before I knew it, the jets of my virgin
sperm rapidly fired jet after jet of cum into his unsuspecting mouth. He
pulled off my dick, but it was too late, his mouth was full of my cum,
which he promptly deposited back onto my groin and smooth stomach.  The
feeling was like no other, and I look back now and wonder if that first
time had been with a girl, either fucking her or getting a blow job, would
have made me straight, or if I was just born to like sucking guys. All I
know is that my first time was utterly amazing."

"Wow, I'm like incredibly hard now!" Andrew whispered.  "So that's how you
knew how to give good head, huh?"

"Yeah, but I also had two girlfriends who were also fellatio artists, good
if not better than Joey." I laughed.

"That's crazy, Austin." was all Andrew could say.  "So, how many other
times did you and Joey suck each other after that first time in the
camper?"

"To the best I can remember that summer before I turned fifteen, we had
gotten together like once every other week.  We never did anything in the
camper again but did go back to sucking each other in the fort.  Joey never
did suck me until I shot in his mouth again, even though I did it to him
that way.  I brought up the idea of him trying to stick his dick in my ass,
but he never did try it.  It was all about giving and receiving head."
"When did you guys stop fooling around?"

"The following summer.  That fall of our junior year in high school, Joey
got his license, and got a job working weekends and after school at a
grocery store in South Beloit.  We never got together again, although one
Saturday night we went to a movie, and the entire time in his car I thought
about bringing it up, offering to give him a blow job, but the topic never
came up.  The last I heard Joey is married, has two daughters and is living
in Michigan."

"So, you think he went straight then? It would seem like it."

"Yeah, I did see him once when he came back to visit.  I was out driving
the tractor working a field and he stopped to see me.  All he told me was
that he had a girlfriend, told me that sex with a woman was wonderful, and
that I should try it."

"Really?  Wow, what did you say?"

"Told him that yeah, I had not been dating yet, but was hanging out with
this girl named Sherry, who was a friend of my friend's sister. About a
year after seeing Joey for the last time, Sherry took my cherry, and I took
hers.  She was very skilled at giving blow jobs, and I spent the better
part of a year getting only head from her.  Whoever got married to her
surely would have a great sex life, no doubt. She loved to give head and
swallowed every last drop of cum too."

By now both Andrew and I were getting pretty horny.  This talk about Joey
and Sherry had me in a serious condition of blue balls and since it was
close to one am in the morning, I asked Andrew if he wanted to go to bed.
He stood up, walked to me, we embraced while kissing madly and
passionately.  I never thought I would like to kiss another man, but the
taboo part of it along with him being a good kisser caused all of my
inhibitions to fly away.  We left a trail of clothes on our way from the
living room, through the kitchen and by the time we reached my bedroom,
only our briefs remained.  My black CK bikini briefs had a huge wet spot
where my cock had leaked. Andrew's hard cock was tenting out the front of
his white briefs. We reached the bed and continued kissing, our lips and
tongues locked in a wet embrace that I never wanted to let go.

 Finally, we collapsed as one on my queen sized waterbed on our sides, only
the fabric of our briefs separated us from being one together.  Feeling his
hard cock against mine through our briefs pushed me to a new sexual fever,
and within seconds we broke our wet embrace and engulfed each other's
member deep into our mouths. The passion between us reached a fever pitch,
and we stayed there as we alternated between sucking each other and then
moving back to kissing, while our wet cocks pressed against each other.  My
precum mixed with the remnants of our saliva and once again I was on top of
Andrew, grinding my crotch into his; our dicks sliding against our bellies,
like speeding freight trains anxious to each the finish line to deliver
their hot loads. This time though, I didn't want to waste my week-long load
on our bellies.  I pulled away from our wet locked lips and headed straight
for his slippery cock and engulfed its entire six inch length as deep down
my throat as I could until I felt hairy sack against my nose and his thick
bush against my chin.  Following my move, Andrew did the same and after a
few seconds of deep throat sucking, I felt his cock swell to its fullest,
and I prepared to receive his load.  As soon as the spasms started, he
thrust his cock into my throat, and I took the hot volleys of cum straight
down into my stomach. His body began to shake as I greedily sucked the last
drops that seemed to last for minutes, out of him and into my throat.  He
then increased intensity sucking me, taking me as deep into his throat as
I'd taken him.  I was close, but not there yet.  Then I felt his right
index finger probing closer to my hole.  The feeling of him massaging my
hole was so intense that I started moaning and begged him to go further. He
rubbed his finger over my soaked ball sack and then his wet finger slowly
began to rub my rosebud, and he inserted his finger in up to the first
knuckle, wiggling it as it when in.  That sent me over the edge.  Wave
after wave of cum spewed from my cock; his eager mouth took each drop as
the floodgates of cum erupted deep down his throat. My toes curled; my body
shook. As much as the first time with Joey was phenomenal, this orgasm with
Andrew was ten times greater.  Once the waves of spasms subsided, we
collapsed onto our backs.  Our sweaty bodies exhausted from the fiery
passion that raged within us, spent from the pent up sexual energy that was
exerted in the hour long lovemaking. The last thing I remembered was
pulling the cool sheet and blanket up over our naked bodies and falling
asleep in his arms.

Saturday morning found us in the same condition as the previous
Saturday. The lovemaking rivaled the night before, but this time we did cum
at the same time, Andrew laying on top of me, our slippery cocks rubbing
each other's bellies.  I loved feeling his throbbing cock shooting his load
right next to my cock. We finally got out of bed around 10 am, showered and
went out to a local diner for breakfast. The rest of the day we spent
hiking in the best state park in Northern Illinois.  Rock Cut State park
was only a fifteen minute drive from my house, so we spent the remainder of
the afternoon hiking on the trails that circled the perimeter of the lake.
There were also a few trails that explored the forested area near the edge
of the park; those trails were less populated so they gave us moments where
we could embrace, kiss each other passionately enough to cause our dicks to
get hard. At one point I wanted to get down on my knees and blow him right
in the middle of the trail, but thought otherwise when I thought that
bikers or the park police could come by anytime, and I really didn't want a
park ranger to catch me blowing Andrew in the state park.  We left the park
around 5 pm, stopped at a local meat market and picked up some steaks to
grill out once we returned to my house.  The rest of the evening as the sun
drifted below horizon we spent on the deck, eating dinner and engaged in
continuous conversation about anything and everything.  Once again, the
topic of sex came up.

"I have a question for you." Andrew began.  "You told me over the phone or
one of the times we talked that you had some gay porn movies.  Do you still
have them?"

"Um, well, uh, yeah..." I replied. "Do you want to watch them?"

"Sure. I did check out some cheesy gay porn when I went to the adult
bookstore in La Crosse, Wisconsin one time, but it was like one of those
booths that I had to keep sticking quarters in.  And it never failed that I
ran out of quarters before the guys came."  When he said that I started
laughing out loud, because the same thing had happened to me at an adult
bookstore just off the interstate north of Beloit.

"Yeah, we can go in and watch them.  I have three.  The first one is kind
of funny, but the star, Michael Cummings is really cute. The other two are
okay; one is like a compilation, another is called `Pleasure Beach' and it
is hot!"

"Michael Cummings? Pleasure Beach? Wow those sound like some typical cheesy
gay porn titles. What made you buy those?"

"You'll see.  I liked how Cummings got fucked in a three-way, and Pleasure
Beach is pretty hot too.  The main star Danny gets fucked bareback by this
super hung top guy. I hardly ever make it past that scene without shooting
all over myself."  We both laughed.  I was somewhat embarrassed to show the
videos to Andrew, as my private jerk off sessions watching those videos was
like letting someone in on my secret of what I `used' the videos for --
getting off on my own. But we did watch both videos and wound up in bed
with another command performance of Friday night's lovemaking.  After we
both shot our loads down each other's throats, we laid next to each other,
basking in the afterglow of the sensuous passionate sex we'd just had. "So,
you'd like to be like Michael Cummings and Danny in those videos, huh."
Andrew began. "You know, be the bottom boy?"

"Yeah, I mean being topped by a guy with a big dick like that would be like
a dream come true. And it doesn't have to be a well-hung guy." I added,
knowing the neither Andrew nor I were exceptionally well hung. "The whole
idea of being fucked looks like it would be amazing."

"I agree.  I think that'd be cool too. I bet it does hurt though, don't you
think so?"

"Yeah, if it's not done right, probably.  But what I think is hot is when
the bottom stays hard the entire time he's being fucked.  He HAS to like
how it feels, right?"

"I'd think so. That being said, do you think you're more of a bottom, or a
top, or..." Andrew finally asked me.

What I didn't tell Andrew was that I wasn't necessarily an anal virgin.
While it was true that I'd never been fucked by another guy, or even Joey
back when I was fourteen, but I had used a rather large dildo that I'd
bought from a mail order porn store some five years ago. That's when I
realized that I liked the feeling of having something stuffed up my ass,
and had badly wanted to experiment with anal sex, but was afraid due to the
HIV scare that was running rampant in the early `90's.

I carefully worded my response to Andrew's question. "I'm not sure I can
answer that. I mean I love having sex with women and bringing a woman to an
orgasm is very fulfilling.  But there is that part of me that would love to
be dominated by a guy, giving into his wants and needs, you know, being the
bottom.  I can't explain it, but it's there.  Is that strange? So, what
about you? Top or bottom?"

"That makes sense." He replied. "As for me, I am not sure.  I'd like to try
it too. So, I guess if we were both bottoms or both tops, would we be
sexually compatible?"

"Dude, look, together we've made some awesome sex these past two weekends,
wouldn't you agree?" He nodded his head yes, so I continued. "Therefore,
does it matter? I mean I don't know how it'd be, top or bottom, or what'd
be my true self. If it didn't HAVE to be one or the other, so be it.  If we
love each other, what else would matter?" Neither of us spoke for an
awkward minute or two. Finally, Andrew responded.

"Are you saying that... you, um, love me?" Now I thought and hesitated
before I responded, but finally let the words slip out of my mouth.

"Um, well, uh, yeah -- yes. I think I am falling in love with you. So, if
you were a top and I was the bottom, I'd be fine with that, and vice versa.
Maybe we're versatile.  I think they call it flip fucking, and that sounds
hot too. Either way, we're so compatible and have so much in common that
despite the awesome sex, I love going places and hanging out with you.  We
both love the outdoors, traveling, tennis, biking, etc.  I really don't
have a best friend to do all of that stuff with.  My best friend from
school is married and has a kid now, so I don't even see him.  Almost every
waking hour, you're all I can think about." Telling Andrew that I loved him
and talking about being a bottom had me hard again. No more words were
spoken -- I slipped under the cover and found his semi-hard cock and began
deep throating him again. I was so fucking horny again after proclaiming my
love for Andrew that I was rock hard and leaking while sucking him.  It
took a few minutes to get him fully hard again, and I decided that now was
the time. He was laying on his back and I pulled my mouth off his hard cock
and reached up to the small cabinet drawer on the headboard.  I reached
inside, pulled out a four ounce bottle of KY lube and a condom.

"What are you going to do?" he asked in a sexy voice.

"I want you to fuck me." I replied.  I moved back to his cock, which was
still hard. "We don't need a condom though, do we? I mean I was a virgin
until last week, and you're clean, right, so we should be okay."

"I'd rather be safe than sorry, if you know what I mean."

"Okay, we can try."

I tore open the Trojan lubricated rubber package, and began to unroll it on
his dick, which strangely began to soften a little. By the time I unrolled
it the full six inches of his dick, he was beginning to lose his erection.
I began to stroke him, told him to relax and slowly he began to regain some
of the rigidness. I was so fucking horny again that the precum was
literally dripping out of my iron-like erection. He was now mostly hard
again, and I moved to straddle him, gazing into his green eyes while I took
some of the liquid lube and put some on my hand which I then rubbed on my
extremely tight hole. I put another few drops on his cock, and then guided
the head of his cock to my hole.  Feeling the hot head touch my hole pushed
my horniness to another level.  My heart raced in anticipation of what was
to come.  I held his cock tight against my hole, trying to relax enough to
push it in.  Like Michael Cummings in the video, my cock was rock hard,
pointing upward as I tried to push Andrew's cock past my sphincter. I kept
trying, but nothing. I could feel him getting soft again. "Take the rubber
off, maybe that'll help" Andrew offered.  I did, and even went back to
sucking him.  The faint taste of the rubber felt foreign in my mouth, yet
since I desperately needed him to fuck me, I didn't care. He was now hard
again after a few minutes of sucking; my cock never softened a bit and was
still pointing upward.  Once again, I straddled him, and feeling the
bareness of his dickhead against my lubricated hole made me want it even
more. I needed to feel him deep inside my bowels, like the bottom boys of
the videos.  I needed to be fucked. Once again, I felt him go soft.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong.  I - - maybe, well I am not sure I
can just right now.  Maybe in the morning we can try again?" he stammered
in his response. "Look at you though, man you're rock hard! Maybe you
should fuck me instead."

"No, that's okay, I replied.  I'll be fine. We can get some sleep now."
With that, I laid alongside him, kissed him quickly on his cheek, and we
both drifted off to sleep, my dripping cock left waiting for release as I
fell asleep.

***

Several hours later just before dawn, I woke up out of a deep sleep to find
Andrew stroking my cock.  As soon as I realized what was going on, and
began to move, Andrew took my now throbbing dick into his mouth and started
sucking me.  For a guy had no prior experiences sucking dick, he learned
fast.  Minutes later, I was depositing my load into his mouth as he took my
entire load and swallowed every last drop.  Finished, he laid next to me,
his head on my chest.  I put my right arm around him, stroking his fine
brown hair with my hand. I whispered into his ear "Thank you, I love you."
He smiled, laid his head back on my chest and we both fell back asleep.  We
both woke up around 9 am.  I could hardly move as I was exhausted from the
night of lovemaking with him. I was about as relaxed and comfortable lying
next to him as I'd ever been, and at that moment knew that what we had was
the making of something special.  Still, as content and dreamy that I felt
at that moment, I knew deep in my heart that the odds of us being together
were monumental.  It didn't seem to matter; I was in love with this guy
after knowing him for one month and essentially spending only three times
together.  The challenge of course, was to figure out a way to make it all
work. I just wasn't sure how.After eating breakfast, we decided to go for a
walk around the lake in downtown South Beloit.  The clear blue sky and warm
morning promised a beautiful day.  The joy of the weekend spent with Andrew
left me feeling as warm and sunny as the morning, but the sorrow that was
creeping in knowing that he would soon be leaving was like a cloudy, cool
day with raindrops dancing across the otherwise tranquil, calm waters of
the azure blue lake. I tried to put those emotions aside, but we both felt
the inevitable dreariness descending down upon us.

"So, it's back to Ames for you, huh?" I began, my words breaking the
silence between us.

"Yes.  I have to be to work at the lab tomorrow morning at 8. It should be
a busy week, I hope."

"Yeah, it's good to have work, and love what you do I suppose.  When do you
think we can get together again?"

"Um, I am not sure.  Hey, how about we meet over by Dubuque? Have you ever
been over that way before?"

"Once or twice. When would you want to meet? I have to work next Saturday,
and I think I have to work all day."

"Oh, that sucks.  Well, let's talk during the week again. We could hook up
on Sunday maybe?"

"That could work." At this point, if I knew I could make it to Ames and
back by Sunday evening leaving after working Saturday, I'd probably
consider doing it.  Suddenly things that used to be important to me, like
spending time with my family and friends were no longer a priority.
Spending my time away from work with Andrew was becoming my priority.

Our walk around the lake was finished, and we headed back to my house.
Andrew gathered his things, we kissed in the living room for what felt like
an hour, but in reality, minutes. We said our good-byes, and as tears
formed in my eyes, we walked out to his car.  Clouds had crept in from the
west; the sun was now hiding behind the thickening clouds. What started to
be a promising, sunny day now smelled like rain in the distance. I waved as
he backed out of my driveway and drove off. I went back in the house, laid
down on the waterbed.  The scent of our lovemaking still lingered in the
room; the sheets smelled like his cologne. I pulled the sheets over my body
and fell asleep with tears raining from my eyes.