Austin & Andrew, Chapter Four
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As I made the trip home from Ontario, I reflected back on the day spent with Andrew, and spent the next two and a half weeks contemplating whether or not we'd ever meet up again.
About a mile outside of Ontario, the events of the day began to play back in my mind as I tried to focus on navigating the truck through the twists and turns of Highway 33 as it rose out of the Kickapoo River Valley. Since there were deer crossing signs along the road, I had to focus on the road and not on Andrew. Despite the warning of deer and other nocturnal animals wandering on to the road, I was still stuck in a trance as I drove. Meeting him was so surreal - knowing how much we had in common and how we were in awe of each other. Even though we'd only spent a total of eleven hours together, I felt like I'd known him for a lifetime. I had no sooner passed the upper entrance to Wildcat Mountain State Park when suddenly a doe and two young bucks jumped out of the grove of birch trees on the right side of the road. I slammed on the brakes and swerved onto the shoulder of the road, just missing the hind quarter of the second buck. I barely avoided sliding off the road and nearly went into the ditch that looked to be over twenty feet deep. I nearly pissed my pants, and any trance I was in thinking about Andrew suddenly vanished. That's all I would have needed, to crash my one month old truck, three hours from home with no one knowing where I was at. I put the truck in reverse, slowly backed onto the pavement put on the emergency flasher and put the truck in park. Now I had to take a pee. The night air had turned cool, and I could almost see my breath. The scare of almost hitting the deer coupled with the emotions of leaving Andrew caused me to start shivering. Then the tears came and I began to sob almost uncontrollably. I sat there in the truck trying to compose myself, and after about five minutes I was able to resume driving east towards Hillsboro. A few miles further up the road the road leveled out as the valley was finally behind me. I sped up to sixty-five and in ten minutes I arrived in Hillsboro. The only gas station/convenience store was still open, so I pulled in to buy a coffee. The cashier, a middle aged guy with a gray shadow on his face was reading the evening newspaper on the counter as I brought the medium cup of coffee laced with plenty of cream and sugar and set it on the one small area that was not covered by his paper. He looked up over his black rimmed cheaters, his tired gray eyes looked me up and down before he finally grunted "that be all?" I replied that it was. "Seventy-five cents. You from around here?" he asked. I replied that I was not, and on my way home from spending the day in Ontario. "Canoeing, huh? Nice day for that." It was all I could do to keep the tears from coming again. He looked at me with a quizzical look on his face and I just told him that it was, thanked him, told him to have a good night and I walked out. The coffee wasn't bad for sitting in the stained glass brewing pot for most of the night. It had caffeine, which was all I needed right now. Back in the truck, I put in a Sade CD and continued my drive south. The 1985 CD entitled "Promise" was my favorite, and as the song "The Sweetest Taboo" played, I sang along until her sultry voice drifted through the refrain "...that's why I'm so in love you." The tears started to flow again. I kept it together while driving through Richland Center, and about ten miles out of town heading east on Highway 14, I pulled off onto a side road, drove down about a mile into the darkness, pulled into a driveway that led to a huge open field and put the truck in park, killed the headlights and opened the door to take another pee. I gazed up at the cloudless, moonless sky and was amazed at how bright the stars were. The milky way was visible just above me, and as I found the big dipper, the whitish-blue streak of a falling star crossed the sky from left to right, disappearing into the dark abyss as it burned up. That had to be a sign, I thought to myself. I wondered if Andrew had made it back safely to his dorm room, or if he was staring up at the same sky right now. The cold air caused me to shiver again, so I hopped back in the truck and resumed the drive. The rest of the drive went well, and I pulled into my garage at a quarter until two in the morning. I was so exhausted that I walked in the house, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, threw my clothes on the floor in my room and wearing only my precum stained black boxer briefs, I climbed into bed, fell asleep immediately into a deep, dreamless sleep.
I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing in what seemed like only a few minutes after I'd gone to bed. But it was actually almost one-thirty in the afternoon. I'd slept for nearly twelve hours. The phone was now on its fourth ring and I decided to let the answering machine pick it up. "Hi Austin, it's just Mom. Wondering where you were yesterday. Dad and I stopped by to see you, but you weren't home. Guess you're still out having fun. Call us when you get home. Love you!" I was glad I didn't pick up. I really didn't feel like talking to my mom having to explain to her as to my whereabouts yesterday. Sure I had been living on my own for over seven years, but somehow my mom always tried to be the over protective mother, worrying about what her little boy was doing. I'd think about calling her later, if not on Monday. That would give me time to make up an excuse for not being home. I hated to be that way - but it was better than telling her to piss off and then have her mad at me for the rest of the year. She was always good for those angry guilt trips. That's one thing I did not need to hear that weekend. I was extremely tired still, so I decided to fall back to sleep after getting up to pee. I fell back asleep almost instantly, this time I began to dream about my afternoon with Andrew. We were both shirtless, just like we had been on the second half of the canoe trip. We had hiked up to the top of the trail that had started by the boat launch. This time however, it was in the afternoon on a sunny, clear day. The birds were singing, and we must have had the park to ourselves, because there was no one around us, not on the trail, nor at the end top of the hill. This time, instead of taking a right turn to walk along the cliff where the split rail fence was, we decided to follow a not so well maintained path to the left, or south of the other outlook. As the trail wound back and forth through trees and rock outcropping, I followed Andrew, admiring his strong, muscular back and cute bubble butt that was concealed by a pair of cut off jean shorts. About partway to what we believed to be the end of the trail, he stopped and turned around to face me. His entire upper torso was glistening with sweat, his tanned smooth chest hairless except a dark trail that began at his six pack belly button that disappeared under the button of his cutoff jeans shorts. He came to me, wrapped his arms around me, our sweaty, tanned muscular bodies touched for the first time sending electric like waves to my cock, making me instantly hard as I felt his groin also rock hard against mine. as our lips met, he drove his tongue deep into my willing open mouth. His hands found my hard nipples and he began to rub them at first, but then playfully pinched each one causing my cock to jump in my boxer briefs, which by now felt some wetness from the precum that had formed near the head of my cock. He broke the kiss, and grabbed my hand and told me to follow him to the end of the trail. A few more yards of meandering back and forth around huge limestone rock outcroppings, and we were at the end of the trail. The outcroppings formed what appeared to be the perfect bench to look out over the entire valley. We walked to the rocks, which were on the southern side of the outcropping. The view of the valley was phenomenal - the green trees painted both sides of the valley, while farmer's fields of corn, wheat and pasture formed swatches of the patchwork quilt that surrounded the tiny river that meandered through the valley from the north, and continued through the valley as far as our eyes could see.
"Great day, huh Austin?" he said breaking a silence that suddenly began to grow.
"This is great, Andrew." I could sense some tension between us, not knowing if we should take the next step. But then I took the lead, got up, faced Andrew, and began to kiss him, my tongue deeply implanted into his mouth. My hands found his nipples, and after playing with them while continuing to to kiss his mouth for several minutes, I began to slowly and methodically kiss almost every inch of his torso, licking his sweaty nipples and playfully biting them. Finally as I worked my way to his hairy navel, he was moaning softly, and his hands found the back of my head, and he began to run his fingers through my hair. As almost instinct, I unbuttoned his cutoffs, and he obliged by standing up while I pulled them down to his ankles. Based on the size of the outline in his blue bikini briefs, his cock looked huge. My mouth was on his bulge, sucking each of his nuts through the fabric of the bikini's. I then began to work my way up the shaft of his cock, blowing and sucking on it until I found the head of his cock, which by now was leaking profusely. As I sucked the head through his bikini's, I could taste the salty sweet precum on my tongue, which about caused me to cum in my own shorts. I had played with him enough, and couldn't wait any longer. My fingers found the waist band of his shorts, and pulled them down to reveal a beautiful full, dark patch of pubic hair that encompassed the biggest cock I'd ever seen and a set of huge, hairy balls. His cock which was curved upward immediately slapped against his treasure trail, the head of his cock touching his belly button. Instinctively, with no qualms or fears that I had talked with him about earlier, I grabbed the monster of a cock and began to lick it and suck the shaft, before reaching the purplish swollen head. The stream of precum was forming a string that reached down to my bare leg. I couldn't let anymore go to waste, so my mouth engulfed as much of the huge head that I could. Apparently I was an expert at deep throating in this dream, because before I knew it, I had all of his at least ten inches implanted deeply in my willing throat. His cock felt so good in my mouth and throat and just as I felt him get harder than before, he pulled out stood up, turned me around pulled down my shorts and briefs. He spit a handful of saliva on his right hand and began to rub it on my eager hole. One finger and then two where inside me, causing my own cock to jump and leak in anticipation of what was to come. Sure enough, he spit on his hand again, smeared his saliva and precum all over his cock and placed the throbbing head at the opening of my hole. I was standing, bending over with my hands on the rocks where we had been sitting. Slowly he began to inch his massive beast inside my willing hole. The feeling was like nothing I had felt before. It felt incredible! My stretched hole got past the initial pain of his huge cock and now the pleasure took over as his began to thrust in and out of my hole. I could feel his hands on my back, reaching around to play with my nipples again. I looked down at my own throbbing dick to see a steady stream of precum oozing on to the rocks by my feet. Just when he seemed to be near cumming, he pulled out, turned me around, and told me to sit on the rocks. I laid down on my back and he began to fuck me and started to play with my cock. This lasted only seconds as I could sense he was near the edge, so he pulled out and instantly pulled me up and thrust his cock deep back into my mouth, making me taste a mixture of his cock and my own ass. The euphoric feeling made me suck him as hard as I could and moments later he began to shoot stream after stream of hot cum down my throat. The feeling of him cumming in my mouth sent me over the edge and I could feel my warm semen shoot all over my smooth chest in one of the most intense wet dreams I've ever had.
I awoke to realize that what felt like the most realistic, incredible sex I'd ever had was just that, a very intense wet dream brought on by the visions of yesterday and the time spent with Andrew. My soaked briefs and still rock hard cock left me in a euphoric state to wake up to, and as I laid in my bed thinking about the dream, I couldn't help but reach down and play with my still hard dick. Using my own semen as lube, I replayed the dream in my mind's eye, thinking about what it would be like with Andrew. If he was as big as he was in my dream, I would forever worship that huge cock or at least I thought to myself as more precum started to flow. Not being able to resist, I reached in the little cabinet on the headboard of my bed and pulled out the life-like dildo I bought a year ago from the now closed porn shop in Janesville, Wisconsin. Using my own semen again as lube, I inched the head into my tight hole imagining that it was Andrew. It only took two long strokes with the dildo and my hand and my cock erupted in another massive orgasm, shooting cum onto my chest and into my open mouth. The taste of my own cum was so good imagining it was Andrew's cum instead, which caused me to instinctively scoop up the rest of the cum that had landed on my chest with my left hand, and licking my fingers clean of the cooled white seed. I could hardly wait until I could drink his seed directly from his cock, feeling the hot liquid slide down my throat.
Fully spent now, I got up showered, got a bite to eat, and watched some crazy scary movie on TV. The rest of the weekend went smoothly. Soon it was Tuesday morning, and it was back to work. Tuesday melted into Friday, and before I knew it, a week and a half had passed by since Andrew and I met in Ontario. Thankfully, the phone sex men stopped calling except for one every now and then, and I did usually give them what they wanted, and usually after ten minutes or so their grunting could be heard as I talked them into an intense orgasm. Most of them did nothing for me - the fantasy and excitement over having phone sex was over for me.
As two weeks went by, work had me so occupied that I almost forgot about Andrew. Funny how a mind can drift like that. My friends kept me busy on the weekends doing things, and although he crossed my mind, our chance meeting in Ontario was starting to feel just like that - a chance meeting of someone that I'd probably never see again - and I began to believe that. So when the phone rang on the following Wednesday evening while I was drinking a beer and watching the Cubs play the Reds at Wrigley Field, it didn't dawn on me to think that Andrew might be calling. But when I answered the phone, all of that changed.
"Hello?" I asked?
"Hi is this Austin?" the familiar voice asked.
"This is Austin" I replied.
"Hi! Remember me, this is Andrew!" he said excitedly.
Turns out he was now all moved to Ames, Iowa, and was ready to start his summer internship. We talked for about an hour about the past few weeks since we'd met in Ontario on Memorial Day weekend. He told me that he so desperately wanted to call me, but couldn't get away to even use a payphone to call collect. At first I was rather melancholy about the whole thing, and he picked up on it.
"So you sound, down, or like you have something else you need to do. Is this a bad time? Should I call back some other time, or do you not want to meet up again?" The last part of his question was asked in feared hesitance.
"Yes, I said tentatively. "Of course I would like to see you again. When do you want to meet?" We agreed that I would leave Friday afternoon and by best estimation arrive in Ames around 8 pm that night. I would get a hotel, we would go to dinner and see what would transpire after that. After talking nearly two hours, we agreed to talk again Friday afternoon before I left so he could give me directions on how to find him. It was settled. Andrew and I would indeed meet again. Would this trip bring the wet dream to life that I had about us together the night after we met? Or would we agree that the distance between us and the paths our lives were currently on would prove to be nothing more than two hungry souls passing each other, never to meet up again? In two days, we would soon have the answer to those questions.