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. Overcoming insurmountable odds, our long distance relationship was no more, as Andrew found work at the company where I worked at the start of 1991. Although our first year together as a closeted gay couple was one of extremes, we emerged most unscathed, but as 1992 came to a close and 1993 was about to begin, I had committed the ultimate sin and cheated on Andrew. Now after making amends with Andrew, 1994 found us together, a happy couple once again. But as 1995 faded into memories that saw the end of our four and a half year relationship, 1996 found me in a new relationship with a woman. That relationship failed as fast as it started, and so my story does not end, just yet.
And I first must apologize for the huge gap in publishing chapters. It's been one of those years. Thank you for reading my story.
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Austin and Andrew, Chapter 19
Once the spasms of our orgasms subsided, he pulled me to him and we kissed like lovers do; our spit and cum mixing as his still hard cock ground against mine, mixing our cum together. Eventually we collapsed on the bed, basking in the afterglow of the absolute best sex I'd ever had.
Or so I'd thought.
In fact, just when I didn't think it couldn't get better with Malachi, it did.
Since we both enjoyed listening to country music, the opportunity to see a couple of country music star in concert came about, Malachi agreed that he'd love to see both of the stars in concert on the following Saturday night in Madison, Wisconsin.
"Hell yeah, I'd love to go see them in concert!" Mal emphatically responded to my inquiry. "I like both of those guys. I didn't know they were going to be in the area."
"Yeah, I heard about it from a Madison radio station." Then my mind was swirling with the possibilities of a super fun weekend ahead. "So how would you like to make a... date night out of it?" I hesitated before telling him my idea, but then smoothly presented my idea to him, hoping he'd go for it.
"How about we go to dinner, then after the concert get a hotel room and spend the night?" I prepared for him to shoot the idea down, figuring he'd have plans for Sunday.
"Oooh, that's a great idea! I don't have anything planned for the weekend, so let's go for it!" He smiled and gave me that look that made cock instantly start stir in my briefs.
I found a hotel not far from the venue where the concert was being held, so it would only be a short drive from the venue to the hotel after the show, and we wouldn't have to make the hour drive back home. It also meant that we would could spend a night together without worrying about anyone showing up at my house, like my family or Mike catching us having fun.
The week went by slowly, of course, knowing that I'd once again be able to worship Mal's massive meat. I was busy at work for a change, so it did help to keep my mind off the fun that would hopefully take place in Madison.
Finally, Saturday afternoon arrived. Since Mal didn't want to leave his car at my house, I opted to pick him up in Beloit, since it would realistically be on the way to Madison. We took the back roads to get there, enjoying the drive. We had a decent conversation on the drive up, talking about work then about home renovating, then about sex.
"How do you feel about car sex, Austin?" Malachi asked after a few moments of silence. "Do you like the idea of getting a blow job while driving?"
I felt my cock starting to get instantly hard. I was no stranger to car sex. My first experience was from this nympho girl I dated briefly. I have to say that sex was very good with her. I was never a fan of oral sex with a girl, but I just have to say that she had one tasty pussy. Ha ha ha, it sounds funny to see those words written. But it's true! There was something about her that was totally fun sexually. Maybe it was her desire to suck my dick while we were heading up through central Wisconsin on our way to a weekend of camping? She gave a great blowjob, and that time was no exception, swallowing every drop of my huge load while I tried to maintain my composure and keep the truck from going off the road into the ditch.
Another car sex event happened when Andrew and I were on our way up north camping. What is it with going camping in the north woods of Wisconsin that brings out the car sex desire?
This time while I was driving, he replicated what the nympho did to me. He was just as good as she was, if not better. And yes, he took my entire load down his throat.
Of course, I felt obliged to return the favor.
The thing with Andrew was that he must have always been nervous about getting head in certain places. Being in the truck while driving was one of them. So, whereas I got hard almost instantly, Andrew didn't get hard until after I'd sucked on him for close to five minutes. Some fifteen minutes later along with some of my best cock sucking skills, I got him to deposit a meager load into my mouth that I swallowed with ease. He thanked me and told me that it did feel great.
When Mal asked me how I felt about getting a blowjob while driving I just smiled and told him I was all for it and felt my cock getting harder by the second. It's like that line from Van Halen's "Panama" song that I used to dream about doing in situations like this: "I reach down, between my legs, ease the seat back..."
Seconds after doing just that Mal had reached for the button on my jeans, then pulled the zipper down, reached in and fished out my leaking erection from my bikini briefs. When his tongue and lips found the head of my cock, I thought I was going to shoot my load right away. I found my ability to resist and delay an orgasm, and with Mal's expertise, he took me to the edge a couple of times before finally sucking me with such vigor that I filled his mouth with what felt like a huge amount of my seed.
I would have returned the favor and would have considered letting him drive, but we were now close to Madison and the traffic on the stretch of four lane highway was increasing, so I promised him that I'd take care of him after the concert. He laughed and muttered something like "damn right you will."
We ate dinner at a bar not far from the concert venue. It was a neighborhood place that had great burgers and fries. I had a beer, but since Mal was only nineteen, he had to have a soft drink. The place was crowded with concert goers, this evident by the number of guys and girls dressed up in western outfits: tight fitting jeans, plaid shirts, a cowboy hat and of course cowboy boots. Mal commented to me quietly about a couple of guys sitting a couple of tables away from us. I guessed that they were in the their twenties, dressed alike with matching plaid button up long sleeve shirts, tight jeans, cowboy hats and boots. "They look gay to me, what do you think?" he whispered.
"Hmm, you might be right." I responded. And the more I looked at them and they looked at us, I felt like Mal's gaydar was right on. If only we would have been able to hit the gay bar in Madison after the show, we'd probably know for sure, if they were there of course.
The two dressed alike cowboys did leave the bar moments after we did, and they did indeed go to the concert, sitting not far from us in the upper mezzanine area of the arena.
The concert was amazing. Both singers in each band played well.
The singer in the warmup band, an up-and-coming country music star, played the few songs that were being played on the radio while also focusing on music from his latest album. We both enjoyed his music, but of course we were so very excited for the headliner to sing. During the short intermission between acts, Mal went to use the bathroom. When he returned, he told me how the two guys from the bar were eyeing him at the urinal and both were talking about how they thought the singer in the first band was hot.
"I gave them a bit of a show, if you know what I mean." Mal whispered in my ear so the older ladies and their fat, balding beer drinking husbands didn't hear what he was telling me. "I backed up far enough so they could see me tucking my tool in my pants. Of course, I looked up at the faggy looking one and told him `What the fuck are you looking at?' He just about shit himself, turned red in the face and looked away quickly. If only he knew." Mal laughed, and I thought to myself that I was one lucky guy to be the recipient of that monster tool.
The headliner, a major country star, was just incredible. He sang all the songs we knew, and the crowd was into his music, singing along with him. His band was amazing as well and before we knew it, the almost two-hour show was over once the two-song encore finished. When the lights came on in the arena, it was sad to think the show was over, but my thoughts then quickly shifted to what was about to unfold at the hotel.
The crazy thing was that as we walked out of the arena and were heading to the parking lot, the two gay cowboys were walking about fifty feet behind us. When we got to my vehicle, knowing that they would walk right past us, Mal walked up to me, pulled me into his arms and gave me a huge, wet, passionate kiss right on my lips. We broke our embrace just in time to see the gay boys walk past us, staring in amazement and probably disbelief at what they'd just seen.
Mal just laughed at the horror on my face of what just happened, while I quickly overcame my fear of being kissed by my hot young stud in public and instead felt incredibly lucky and proud knowing that monster tool would soon be deep inside me. I couldn't help but think that both of those gay boys were jealous of me.
The night in the hotel was anything but a disappointment. In fact, it was once again amazing. Almost immediately when we got in the room, we were in each other's arms kissing like our lives depended on it. There was something about kissing him -- his mustache, the faint taste of nicotine on his tongue -- that was great and such a turn on. I'm not sure what it was. It could be that he was so damn sexy and cute. Perhaps it was knowing that soon we'd both be naked and I could have what I wanted and lusted after.
Indeed, that was the case. After kissing for about fifteen minutes or so, Mal pulled off my shirt and my tee shirt. Even to this day I can feel his lips and the facial hairs from his mustache on my chest as his tongue bathed each of my taut nipples, causing my precum to flow in my bikini briefs.
When he came back up to kiss me again, I took control, removing his shirt and tee shirt as well, taking it a step further by unbuckling his belt, his jeans, pulling them down and off. Kissing his nipples, my hand began caressing his hair covered thighs, moving up past his briefs to his smooth, flat muscular abs.
His soft, big hands were massaging my back and neck and then he reached down to my jeans, unbuttoned and removed them. We now collapsed on the bed, side by side, arms wrapped around each other, our now wet briefs plastered against each other. His full erection felt so good pressed against mine that I pulled his briefs off and just wanted grind away on top of him, but he had other ideas as he pulled my briefs off as well, freeing my drooling, hard cock.
In one quick move, he spun me around on top of him, taking my cock into his mouth. I was in heaven as he took me deep in his mouth. His wet cockhead was now positioned perfectly at my lips, and I could feel its heat radiating up to my face. Eagerly, I took him in my mouth, tasting the saltiness of his precum mixed with piss.
Due to the upward curve of his cock, it was easier to fit more of him down my throat in this 69 position. With each downward movement of my head and mouth, I tried to take him deeper in my mouth while trying not to gag. My breathing relaxed, as did my gag reflex. The feeling of his cock going deeper inside me gave me a new sense of euphoria I'd not felt before.
We continued sucking each other in this position for only about five minutes before I couldn't hold back any longer. I didn't think he would take another load from me, but I was wrong. My cock got super huge in his mouth and just before it was ready to explode, Mal stopped moving up and down on my cock and just concentrated on moving his tongue back and forth on the sensitive erogenous zone on the underside, causing me to unleash what felt like gallons of cum inside his mouth.
He swallowed every drop, and in mere seconds after my orgasm commenced, I buried his monster as deep as I could in my throat which caused it to swell so full that I wasn't sure I'd be able to breathe when stream after stream of his hot seed raced down my throat to my stomach. I greedily took every drop, cementing my place as a whore for his monster cock.
Mal now rolled me over on my back as our lips met. The taste of cum on our tongues mixed as he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. I could feel him still rock hard against me, and we both knew what we wanted to happen next.
I needed to feel him inside me.
He wanted to be inside of me.
Moving past my semi-hard cock, Mal stopped to suck each of my balls in my smooth, hairless sack, causing my cock to start getting hard again. Next, he lifted my legs up and pushed them back to my chest, my knees touching my shoulders. I put my arms around my legs to hold them to my chest so he could do what he wanted to me.
He resumed sucking each of my nuts again for a few minutes until I felt my cock get rock hard again. Then he started licking my swollen perineum until his tongue found my hairless hole. As he licked around the hole, getting it moist with his saliva, I was getting hornier by the second in anticipation of what was to come.
When his tongue tip penetrated my hole, I moaned almost too loud, because Mal stopped licking enough to ask me if I liked what he was doing to me.
"Yes, please don't stop." I almost hissed, surprising myself with the level of horniness and cock whore slut I felt myself becoming. Mal obliged; his tongue darting in and out of my quivering, inviting, eager hole.
We'd both reached a level we'd not yet achieved. We were both so fucking horny that he could have pissed all over me and I would have opened my mouth to take every drop of piss from him. He now hovered over me; my legs still bent back to my chest. Our lips met again, and his tongue plunged deep into my mouth as I tasted myself but didn't seem to mind at all. We both knew what I wanted. But first I wanted to suck him again.
He did not resist at all, and with the newly learned lack of gag reflex, I once again plunged my head as far as I could down on him, this time far enough that the long thick patch of black pubes on his nut sack tickled my nose. With each thrust, I took him deeper inside my mouth, only coming up to breathe. It was amazing to think that I'd stretched my throat wide enough to actually touch the skin on his sac with the end of my nose.
"Damn Austin, that's amazing. No one's ever done that before. And as much as it feels so fucking good, it's time to feel that ass on my cock. He pulled out of my throat, the vacancy gave me a quick empty feeling that faded as fast as he now pushed me on my back again, my legs pinned on my shoulders. When the hot, hard and dripping head of his cock touched my hole, I thought I was going to instantly cum again.
I didn't though, and as he easily pushed into my eager hole and past my sphincter, the initial pain only lasted seconds as the muscle memory easily accepted what would cause more pleasure than pain.
His cock buried balls deep inside me felt so fucking good. He filled me up in a way that no one else had.
He fucked me so good that I lost track of time and place. With the natural upward curve of his cock, each thrust pressed against my prostate and gave me a feeling like I'd never felt before. I thought I was going to cum without even touching my cock and was close when he pulled out of me and told me to get on my knees. He spit on my hole and after rubbing the spit in with the head of his cock, he thrust himself back inside and resumed fucking me.
Next, he laid me down on my side, and entered me again, fucking me while playing with my nipples and kissing my neck, stopping only to gently nibble on my ear.
I could feel him getting a little dry inside me, which he sensed. He pulled out, rolled me back on my knees and once again spit in my now eager, opened hole and thrust his tongue inside me deeper this time, wiggling it around, only to spit inside me after he pulled his tongue out. He now laid down on his back and without words I lowered myself on top of him, once again taking him balls deep in my now slippery hole.
I rode him like a woman rides a stallion. I lifted myself up high enough on each stroke to feel his swollen cock head touching the sensitive lips of my hole. Leaning forward, our lips once again met. This time it had a strange but sensual taste. He broke our kiss and then instructed me to suck him. I hesitated enough for him to repeat it again, this time with a little more authority in his voice.
"Suck it, Austin. Do it."
I went for it.
Surprisingly, it wasn't bad. I felt his hand now on my head and he was now guiding me slowly up and down on his tainted cock. As I got used to the taste of myself on his cock, I began sucking harder, hoping to take his load down my throat again. But as he forced my head down and his cock was buried deeper down my throat, I got a bit nervous when I couldn't breathe. He pulled me up just in time, only to force me down again, and again.
This went on for several minutes, and a new wave of euphoria, if you will, came over me. I'd completely acquiesced to him and his desires, overcome by the sheer magnitude of being a slave to his huge cock.
Finally, he pulled out of my throat and mouth and almost immediately plunged back into my willing ass. This time I was on my stomach and Mal grabbed a pillow and told me to put it under my belly. He hovered over me as he slipped his cock back inside me, then held my wrists above my head, his full weight on me while his cock ground deeper than ever before into my eager hole.
Now licking and nibbling on my right ear he whispered, "You like that huge cock, don't you?"
Groggily I replied with a simple "Yes" like a whimpering little bitch that just needed to cum. Surprisingly then, I choked out the words, "Give it to me harder. Fuck me harder."
"You want it harder?"
"Yes, please sir, fuck me harder."
And fuck me he did. It felt like my insides were ripping apart as he ground away and tortured my hole. He pulled out momentarily to take my cock, which had been plastered against my stomach, and pull it from underneath me, pointing it towards my feet. Licking the underside for a minute, I felt like I was going to cum, but he stopped after taking me to the edge. He then entered in me again, resuming his fucking motion that had me reaching a point of delirium.
When he reached the point of no return, I could feel his cum shooting inside me in waves, waves that left me feeling like I was riding those waves, waves that were so fucking huge that the excitement of crashing down from the waves made me shake all over my body, the electrical pulses radiating from somewhere deep in my hole to almost every point of my body.
The pulses finally came to a stop as the shaking and twitching also finally stopped. Malachi's sweaty body was still on top of me, his hard cock still inside.
Passionately he kissed my neck as he whispered again, "Damn Austin, that was fucking amazing. I think I need a fucking cigarette." We both laughed as he pulled out of my spent hole, his cock still hard and even in the low light of the room I could see it still pointing up as he sat on the side of the bed looking for his underwear. He reached for the lamp that was on the nightstand and turned it on, finding his underwear not far from my left leg.
"It looks like you came again too." Noticing a huge wet spot not far from the head of my now limp cock. "Wow, what a load, number three, right?" I tried to muster a response, but I was so tired that I just nodded my head in agreement.
After he got dressed and went outside to smoke a cigarette, I reached down to touch my hole. It was numb, but I could tell it was going to be sore for some time to come. I looked at the mess I made on the bed and couldn't recall cumming, but then I remembered at the moment when he exploded in me how the electrical pulses radiated all over my body and it was then I realized that I had just experienced one of greatest, if not the best orgasm of my life.
We showered together after he came back into the room, and I resisted the urge to go another round with him. That would come in the morning literally. Mostly a repeat of the night before without the intense ass pounding, but more like a tender loving moment.
The weekend with Mal ended with him spending Sunday night at my house. We ordered a pizza and watched some television, some show that was on HBO. For as rough and pure animalistic the sex was that we had Saturday night in the hotel room, Sunday was the polar opposite, more like the first night that he came over to my house. In fact, we just sucked each other off at the same time after kissing and cuddling for what felt like almost an hour. My briefs had a huge wet spot and when we took each other in our mouths, I thought I would explode almost immediately.
But after about twenty minutes of expert sucking alternating with kissing and rimming, we finally came together and swallowed each other's load. Totally exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms, naked. It was an amazing feeling.
Monday morning arrived way too early. Waking up next to my hot young stud felt good. I realized that after taking another load in my ass that morning that I'd become his little bitch, falling in love with the cock that I'd always dreamed of having. Before taking him back to his house in Beloit, we kissed passionately in the kitchen long enough to almost go back to the bedroom to worship that huge cock again.
They say that love is blind, and I totally agree. Of course I couldn't see it at the time, instead all I saw was what I enjoyed having in my mouth and inside me, and knowing that the beauty of a hot, virile young stud was mine for a little while.