Date: Thu, 20 Aug 2020 11:03:51 +0000 (UTC) From: austintc@aol.com Subject: Austin and Andrew, Chapter 8 Austin and Andrew, Chapter 8 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. Sorry for the lengthy delay between chapters! With the pandemic, home remodeling projects, work, and working on another story, I've neglected this story far too long. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter. Please feel free to contact me, Austin T. Charles at austintc@aol.com I appreciate all feedback on my story! Also, please consider donating to Nifty.org! Without their support, aspiring writers like me would not be able to tell our stories! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank you! As Sunday morning gave way to the cloudy and rainy afternoon, I slept until it was almost four o'clock. The rain had become steady but was not getting heavier. It was a dreary day that matched my melancholy mood. The weekend had clearly been a range of emotions. With Andrew spending the weekend at my house for the first time coupled with an incredible weekend of lovemaking, I had been riding an emotional high from the moment he arrived until he pulled out of my driveway and headed back to Iowa. My mood now was a total polar opposite. I missed his touch, his kisses, his body and of course his sex. With the work week ahead, I knew it would be at least five more days until we could see each other again. Even that notion was clouded by the fact that neither of us might be able to make the trip to each other's town. Ames was nearly 280 miles from my house in South Beloit, which equated to almost a five hour drive. I was scheduled to work Saturday morning until noon, so that meant if I did go to Ames, we'd only have Saturday evening together. My logic told me it wouldn't be worth the drive, but my little head and heart told me an entirely different story. As I pondered the thought about when we'd see each other again, I watched some television and tried to prepare myself for a return to work on Monday. Monday came quickly. I was awoken by the morning radio crew from a Madison radio station on my clock radio. As usual, my cock was also awake, straining to get out of my bikini briefs. I showered, ate breakfast, let the dog out, and after feeding her, I headed off to work. That evening I was tired, so I lounged around and didn't do much . And so the week went. Before I knew it, Friday morning arrived. I had settled into the work routine and hadn't given much thought about Andrew, that is until I got home. He had left a message on my answering machine. It was so awesome to hear his voice, and I immediately returned his call. We talked about our week, and the subject of the weekend came up. He was going to be busy with his parents coming to visit him on Saturday but would be available on Sunday after they left. We then agreed to meet in the small town of Maquoketa, Iowa. It would be the halfway point for both us. I now had reason to smile and to look forward to Sunday afternoon. We did meet in Maquoketa around one in the afternoon. It was so great to see him again, and as we stood talking outside of our vehicles, I wanted to embrace him and kiss him in the worst way. Since there were families around us in the county park where we met, we decided to go for a drive in my truck. As usual, we spent most of the afternoon talking. The topic of sex didn't come up right away, but later in the afternoon as we found ourselves parked on a deserted country road outside of a county park, the subject did come up. He asked me if I had jacked off at all this past week. I told him that I only did twice -- Monday and Thursday -- which now had me quite horny. He told me that he hadn't jacked off at all and was indeed feeling quite horny. The conversation about jacking off had my cock now straining to get out of my briefs, and as his hand reached across the cab of the truck to my groin, he felt the hardness that was just as described. I returned the favor but was mildly surprised to feel him a little hard, but not nearly as hard as me. I wanted desperately to touch him, or for him to keep touching me. But sitting alongside a country road in a rural part of eastern Iowa just didn't seem to be the best place to start having gay sex. So we decided to take a walk into the county park. The park wasn't very big, and just had trails that were accessible from the road. There had been a parked car alongside the eastern entry to this park, which was about a half mile back from where we parked. The idea that only one other group of people could be in the park made it all that more appealing to walk in and see the place and maybe find a nice place to have some fun. We walked about a mile in (according to the interpretive map located at the entrance. Some of the trees were beautiful -- old growth hickory and oaks that towered above us. When we finally reached the creek area, the oaks gave way to cottonwoods and other fast growing trees that grew like crazy by having their roots nestled in a continuous water supply. We found a picnic table situated in a clearing, and immediately embraced and resumed the passionate kissing we'd started when we walked into the park. I could feel his hardness pressed against mine and I knew what I wanted. In one swift motion I dropped to my knees, lowering his shorts and briefs along his now stiff cock to spring loose from its confines. I wrapped my hand around it and pulled it to me in a jacking motion, hoping to see a droplet of pre-cum ooze from the tip. Even though nothing emerged, I greedily engulfed his cock deep into my mouth and begin sucking it like my life depended on it. I sucked non-stop for close to five minutes, enjoying every moment of feeling his hard slippery cock slide in and out of my mouth. My own cock was practically drenched in my own pre-cum and it took every bit of my energy to resist reaching in and pumping my brewing load into my briefs. I could sense that Andrew was getting close, so I increased sucking and pumping with my right hand. I needed to make him cum, I needed to feel his hot jizz shoot down my throat. But a second before he was ready to explode, I heard voices coming down the trail towards us. I quickly pulled off his cock, he pulled his briefs and shorts up just in time before a family of three girls and their parents emerged from the woods. We quickly sat down on the picnic table across from each other and hoped like hell that they didn't see us. "Afternoon, gentlemen." The father spoke to us. The wife just said hi and smiled. "Nice day for a hike in the park, eh?" It was almost as if the guy had a Canadian accent. "Sure is," I replied. "We just got here and were about to head back if you guys want to use the picnic table." "Are you sure?" the wife replied. "Absolutely. Looks like you all are going to have a picnic, so we'll just move on. Enjoy your day!" "Thanks, you too!" they all said in unison. We began the walk back to the truck, laughing at what could have happened if they caught us. We both decided that we'd do the husband in a heartbeat, and made up scenarios about how he probably thought that both of us were young hot studs, and how he'd either like to get spit roasted by the two of us taking turns making him suck us and then me fuck him while Andrew shoved his cock down his throat until we both erupted all over his hairy chest. "We're bad!" we both agreed in unison. But one thing was certain, we were both horny as hell and needed to get off soon. When we arrived back at the truck, we opted to jump in the back and just soak up the afternoon sun. Mostly hidden from any approaching or passing vehicles, we resumed kissing and embracing each other. One thing we always enjoyed together was kissing. I could never get enough of his passionate kisses, which always fueled the wanting in me. An hour or so passed by and soon the reality of the afternoon together was coming to an end. We both had a two hour drive ahead of us; I had to be home in time for work in the morning, and he just had some lab work that didn't have to be done until later in the evening on Monday. "How about we go to Dubuque and get a hotel room?" Andrew suggested. "Can't you call in sick tomorrow?" "I could, although I haven't called in sick in almost two years." I replied, weighing the idea in my mind whether or not I wanted to break the streak. One thing was for sure, I didn't want this afternoon to end. Andrew didn't either. "Come on, Austin, let's get a room. I'll make it worth your while." He was practically begging me now, and as I could feel my cock stir again in my already precum stained briefs, I gave in to his wishes and made my decision. "Fuck it, let's go! I need you so badly." With that, we got in the truck and drove back to Maquoketa to get his car. We made the short trip from Maquoketa to East Dubuque, Illinois, just across the Mississippi River from Dubuque, Iowa. I found a small mom and pop motel that appeared to be clean and reasonable in price. As soon as we got the room and went inside, we were in each other's arms and resumed kissing each other with a passion I'd never known before. "Let's shower together." Andrew suggested. He didn't have to ask me twice. We pretty much undressed each other, leaving a trail of shorts, socks, t-shirts and finally underwear from the two queen beds into the small bathroom. Our previously captive cocks now free, standing at full attention as I turned the water on and started the warm shower. As horny as both of us were, this was going to be a slow, passionate night of lovemaking that would resume what had started in the park and last into the night. As badly as both of us wanted to shoot our loads in the shower, Andrew nodded in agreement when I whispered in his ear after he'd come up from slowly sucking my fully engorged cock, "Let's go slowly." And slow it was indeed. We took turns sucking each other to the brink of massive orgasms, then resumed kissing and holding tight to each other. We had actually been making out like this for nearly three hours. We had taken each other to the brink of exploding nearly five or six times. I'd never released so much pre-cum in all of my life -- to the point where it was no longer oozing from my aching balls. They felt swollen, not only from lack of release but from being licked and sucked by Andrew so much. Finally, around midnight, after sucking each ball and feeling as if I'd shoot my massive load if he touched the tip of my cock with his tongue once more, Andrew did something to me he'd never done before. He moved from my tortured sack to my hole and began to rim me. I'd never been rimmed before, and the feeling of his tongue licking around my hole was driving me wild. If there ever was at time that I needed to feel his cock in me, this was the time. Nothing needed to be said; he was hard as could be, and after rimming me for ten minutes or so, my saliva lubricated hole was begging to be fucked. With my legs spread wide open while on my back, Andrew moved to me. I grabbed one of the pillows and put it under my lower back to elevate my hole for him. As he approached me and his swollen cock head touched my slickened hole, I thought I was going to cum right away. I was so horny in anticipation of how his cock would feel inside me and how I'd longed to be fucked, not to mention that we'd edged each other for the past three or four hours, that I was afraid neither of us would last long at all. Feeling the pressure and heat from Andrew's cock on my hole was pushing me to another level of pleasure I'd yet to experience. Slowly my sphincter relaxed, and the head of his raging hard cock broke through and was now inside my ass. "Oh my gosh Austin, your hole feels so good, I'm not going to last long at all." Andrew whispered as he slowly inched his cock deep inside me, his sack finally touching me -- and I could feel his pubes against my swollen balls. As he pulled back and began to fuck me, on the second or third thrust I felt his cock get harder than it'd been before, his breathing increased, and his thrusts quickened. "Oh man, I'm gonna..." And no sooner did he utter those words did his cock unleash a flood of his hot cum deep in my bowels as he continued to fuck me at a torrid pace now. Something was touched inside me that had never been touched before -- the feeling of his hard cock flooding my hole with his hot cum set off the floodgates of my own orgasm -- one set off solely by him fucking me, a hands free orgasm that rocked me to the core. One that I felt radiate throughout my entire body. One that seemed to last forever, covering my chest, the first shots hitting my face. Suffice it to say, one that felt like that first time when Joey sucked me to my first ever orgasm in the camper. Once the waves of pleasure from the intense orgasms subsided, Andrew's now softening cock came out of my stretched hole, leaving a trail of cum as he quickly sucked on my still hard cock, sucking in the remnants of sperm and precum that was still oozing from my piss slit. He then licked most of the cum off my chest, keeping it in his mouth to share with me in a deep, passionate kiss. Tasting my cum from his mouth was so erotic that I felt the fire began to burn inside me again, wanting to go again. But as Andrew and I continued to kiss, his now soft cock was covering mine. As much as I wanted to go more, the afterglow of our lovemaking followed by his passionate kisses caused me to wrap my arms around him in a loving embrace -- truly bringing on a feeling of deep love for him that I'd never yet felt for anyone before. This feeling radiated through my entire body, and as hard as I still was, I didn't want this feeling to ever subside. What seemed like forever locked in each other's arms still kissing and savoring the taste of my sperm from his mouth finally transitioned into the afterglow as we laid in each other's arms, drifting off to sleep in a bliss filled erotic state of being. Somewhere around five in the morning I awoke, still content and dreamy nestled next to Andrew. I had to call work and let them know I would not be in. After the call, I went into the bathroom hoping my erection would subside long enough so I could pee. It finally did, and a strange ache in my hole reminded me of our lovemaking from the night before. Once I finished in the bathroom, I crawled back in bed and resumed snuggling next to Andrew, who was still sound asleep. I fell back asleep and woke up some five hours later to feel Andrew's morning wood pressing against my hole again, as we awoke from our slumber spooning. But instead of him fucking me again like he had, instead we got up, showered together where we exchanged blow jobs with each other as we'd done several times before in the shower. We dressed in the clothes we'd worn the day before since we hadn't planned on spending the night. As I pulled on my black CK briefs, I couldn't help but notice the copious amounts of precum stains my cock had left from our marathon making out session the day and night before. I smiled and of course showed Andrew. Since he rarely had any precum, he just smiled and shook his head, exclaiming that I was lucky. After breakfast at a local restaurant, we once again said our goodbyes, and the solemn separation began as he headed back to Ames, and I headed home to South Beloit. We agreed to meet up again next weekend at my house, making plans to go camping and canoeing in Ontario, the place where we first met. Since it was Monday, it made parting that much easier, knowing we'd be together again the following weekend. When I returned home, my phone was ringing as I walked through the backdoor of my house. My mother was desperately trying to reach me, wondering why I hadn't answered her calls all day. Apparently, she was worried about me and my whereabouts since she found out I wasn't at work and for that matter wasn't home either. I tried to lie my way out of it, telling her I shut my phone off and slept most of the day because I had a bad headache. She didn't buy it and asked if I'd spent the weekend with Andrew again. As much as I'd tried to hide my growing relationship with Andrew, it was becoming more obvious to my mom that Andrew and I were more than just friends. It did bother me that I didn't have the balls to come out to her, but as much as my love for Andrew was growing deeper with each weekend, coming out as a gay man was something I was not yet ready to do. She never did ask if I was gay, and I never did tell her. All I knew was that I was definitely looking forward to the upcoming weekend of camping and canoeing with Andrew in the same town where we met for the first time. Being with Andrew was all I could think about. Yes, I was head over heels in love with him.