Austin & Andrew, Chapter Five
This is a true story, taking place in the early 1990's. After originally meeting over the phone, Andrew and I decided to meet in person over Memorial Day weekend in 1990. Three weeks later when he moved to Ames, Iowa to start his summer internship he invited me to spend the weekend with him in Ames. The following chapter is the pivotal weekend in our lives.
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Friday afternoon finally arrived. As usual, I was busy at work. The summer help had arrived earlier in the week in the tune of twenty 14 and 15 year old boys and girls who literally got on the ground floor of the company and spent their days at work on the grounds surrounding the factory mowing, pruning, doing light landscaping jobs, and working in the greenhouse where we grew all of our annual and perennial flowers that were used on the grounds. My job entailed working in the greenhouse, and making sure none of the boys got out of hand while they showered after work. Think of it as the fox watching the hen house - I had to make sure every one of the boys showered, which meant I had to see each of them naked. I also got paid overtime to do this! What a great deal! But like standing outside a candy store, all I could do was look but not touch.
I was on the road to Ames at exactly three p.m. I was able to leave work early, which helped. Andrew and I had a brief conversation on the phone so I could get directions to his place. Remember in 1990 there were no cell phones and I do not know how on earth we ever survived! The four and a half hour trip to Ames went quickly. I made a couple of stops, but arrived right on time at 7:30 pm at Andrew's house where he rented a room with three other grad students. The evening was beautiful - clear skies, a slight breeze and temperatures in the upper 70's. It felt good to be away from home again for the weekend, and as I got out of the truck and walked up the sidewalk to Andrew's house, I got butterflies in my stomach thinking about the time we would spend together. Would I cross the threshold and take the plunge into the gay lifestyle or just turn around and go back home forgetting about Andrew? As I approached the door he opened it before I had a chance to knock.
"Hi! How was your trip? I'm glad you could make it! Come in!" He was dressed in a Cyclone's t-shirt, the same cutoff jeans shorts he wore in Ontario with his black and white indoor soccer shoes and a smile that melted me as soon as I saw him. As I walked through the door, he hugged me and right away I realized how I'd missed him. It was not a hug that friends give each other, but one that lovers give. The flame of passion lit instantly, and I felt myself drawn to the flame just as quick. "Want to see my house and my room? Are you hungry? We can go get something to eat and then you can get checked in to your hotel. How does that sound?"
"Sounds great to me. I just had some snacks and a Pepsi along the way. Yeah, let's see your room! How do you like it here?"
"It's okay." he replied, with a bit of apprehension in his tone of voice. "But it's only for two years, then I'll figure out where I'm going from there. I can start looking for jobs in programming and should land a lucrative job somewhere in the Midwest. I'd like to return to The Cities - Minneapolis-St.Paul - but I don't want live near home. I just want to get away from the farm and my parents."
"I know the feeling. I like what I'm doing, but without a degree, it's going to be hard for me to leave Rockford and South Beloit and go to like Texas or somewhere better. I love Texas, and have been there several times."
"I've never been there before, but I heard it's nice. Where have you been in Texas?" he inquired.
"Dallas, San Antonio, Austin, McAllen, South Padre Island, just to name a few. I really like San Antonio and South Padre. Not many jobs there though. I often thought about going to Pan American University in Edinburgh. It is nice there year round and NO snow! I know that area well since my grandparents lived there during the winter."
"Cool. Maybe someday I'll make it there."
We continued chatting about my job, and what he was going to do at the University for his internship. We finally agreed to go look for a place to eat. We settled on what appeared to be a mom and pop Italian place that was actually near to my hotel. The Friday fish-fry crowd had dissipated for the evening, and there were just a few couples scattered about the outer tables of the dining room. We were greeted by a very cute young man who appeared to be not a day over 18 years old. He was about my height (5'8") had deep brown eyes, a slim chisled face with straight brown hair that drifted over his left eye.
"Hi Guys, just two of you this evening?" We replied yes. "Great, well just to let you know, we are out of the deep fried Cod, and the Baked Flounder." He then boldly looked us up and down, checking both of us out. We both picked up on it right away. "Would you guys like to sit over here in this booth, kind of away from the other people?"
"Sure!" we replied at the same time. "That's perfect!" I replied.
"Great! Well my name is Seth, I'll be your waiter tonight. The soups tonight are cheddar broccoli and french onion. Can I get you both something to drink?" We both ordered Pepsi's. I decided to have spaghetti; Andrew ordered fettuccine Alfredo. We both got garden salads with the house dressing. Within in minutes of ordering, Seth brought the salads, and soon after finishing, the pasta dishes came. Seth kept checking on us, and each time he walked towards us, I couldn't help but check him out. His white oxford dress shirt and black dress pants looked perfect on him. He obviously noticed, and after he cleared our plates and came over to hand me the check, he sat down next to me and asked us where we were from, and what brought us to Ames. I told him it was my first trip here from Northern Illinois and that I came to meet Andrew here for the weekend, and that we were just going to head back to my hotel and hang out, and see what the weekend brought us. He put his hand on my left leg and said that it was nice to meet us, and hoped that we would have an enjoyable weekend. Before leaving, he did say that if we had a chance we might want to check out a little coffee house called "The Last Cup" located not too far from my hotel. "I think you guys will like it, I know I sure do! Maybe I'll see you guys there!" he said as he smiled, winked and got up from the table. "Nice to meet you guys, have a great time in Ames!" We both thanked him; I left a $10 tip, and paid the bill with the cashier that looked like it could be Seth's sister, and we left the restaurant.
"Wow, was he cute or what?" Andrew exclaimed as we got in the truck.
"Holy crap, I know! I think he knows or suspected that we are a... um, good friends." was all I could reply.
"You think?! Dang, we had better find that coffee house!" Andrew said. I nodded my head in agreement.
"Yeah, sounds like it could be fun!" I replied, although somewhat skeptical in thinking that if Seth was not yet 18 it would be a waste of time. But the thought of two hot guys at once would have been a dream come true for me. Finally, we found the hotel. I registered, got the keys, and we drove around to the back side of the building and found the room. As I unlocked the door and brought my backpack in, the reality of the weekend hit me. But instead of being cautious and nervous about being with Andrew, I was ready for whatever happened. Since I bought lube and condoms before I left home, I was prepared to have sex with Andrew. In fact the entire drive I had erection after erection thinking about just the moments that lied ahead for us. As we entered the room, turned on some lights, I placed my backpack on the dresser and went to pee. My cock was half hard as I drained my bladder. I washed my hands and went to the room where Andrew was sitting on the side of the bed. "So what do you want to do?" I asked, as I sat next to him on the bed.
"I know what I'd like to do, and I think we're on the same page, right?"
"Yeah..." I felt my stomach quiver a bit, and in a moment of sexual tension where we both wanted to tear each other's close off and devour each other, we slowly moved closer to each other like two tigers ready to fight, sizing each other up. Finally, our lips met, hands found each other's body. We embraced and then collapsed in each other's arms kissing as the passionate fire raged in both of us. Tongues explored each other's mouth; fingers in each other's hair. We collapsed in each other's arms on the bed, laying side by side. I made the first move and took his shirt off. He followed and took mine off as we continued kissing. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. I was so horny and felt like a freight train barreling down the tracks at maximum speed - nothing was going to stop me from reaching my destination. Not this time. My hands caressed every inch of his chest, his back, and as I lay on top of him, I took control. As my heart rate increased, I boldly moved down to his cutoffs, and unbuttoned the top button of his shorts and pulling down the zipper. My left hand was rubbing his left nipple, my mouth kissing his navel and the fresh clean scent of his belly gave me a rush and fueled the passion even greater. Slowly my fingers went deeper into his white briefs, touching a full grove of pubic hair. The moment of truth was about upon me and as my hand descended further, the anticipation of what I'd find reached an intense high I hadn't felt since Joey and I sucked on each other's teen-aged cocks some fourteen years earlier. I wanted to feel Andrew's massive cock, like the one in my dream. The one that filled my mouth with its massive girth and length, firing stream after stream of his hot juices down my throat. Since he was taller than me by at least five inches, he had to have the cock I had dreamed he had and now I'd finally find out. My hand reached further in his briefs to unleash his monster and devour its fury... but as my hand reached further the beast I'd hoped to find was instead a smallish, limp dick laying in the forest of his thick pubic bush. The sigh that escaped from my mouth might have said it all, but I said nothing, and continued to caress his small dick. Maybe once I started to suck on him, it'd grow. I looked up at him and daringly asked if everything was okay, and should I continue.
"Please do, I'm,... um... a bit, nervous... but I really want to do this, please?"
He may have sensed my disappointment, but I tried to mask it and instead went back to kissing his stomach, then back up to his lips again. "We have all night." I whispered in his ear. and resumed kissing all the way down to his dick, which was now half hard. As my lips met his pubes, I caressed his sack with my right hand, lifted his half hard cock with my left. Fourteen years of pretending and leading the straight life were about to go by the wayside. I lowered my mouth the the head of his cut penis, and took the head in my mouth as my tongue began to move back and forth on the underside which caused him to moan and the blood to rush to his cock. Slowly he became hard as I continued to suck him. My right hand continued to play with his sack, gently squeezing his left nut. Oddly though, his right nut seemed to be only a mass of unconnected veins and tubes - it was like the nut didn't exist. I didn't care - I was enjoying sucking him. Now hard, he was getting into it. His hands found my head, neck and massaged me, causing me to increase the feeding frenzy on his cock, which now seemed to be close to its full six inch length. It was easy to take it deep into my mouth, feeling the head at the back of my throat pushing down deeper in my throat each time once my gag reflex subsided. Before I knew it, his bush was tickling my nose, my chin on his hair sack. It was like I was in heaven again, being the gay cocksucker I was born to be. I felt his cock getting harder, and knew he was getting close. I was prepared to suck him until he came, but he pulled out and told me it was now my turn. Pushing me on the bed, he quickly undid my shorts, pulled them off, and sighed in amazement at the half dollar sized wet spot in my Calvin Klein Bikini briefs where the head of my cock had been trapped for what seemed like an eternity. Repeating what I had done to him, he kissed his way down to my pubes, then slowly moved up to my cock. I have to admit - I absolutely love getting a blow job even more so than fucking girls or guys.
After having a girl friend who was more of a friend "with benefits" who absolutely LOVED giving head and was THE best at it, everyone else had to measure up to her. But since I was so fucking horny to be with Andrew, just having him suck me was enough. He opened his mouth, took my head inside, and I nearly exploded in his mouth. If this was his first time as he'd said earlier, he was definitely good at it. He sucked my six inch cock for about five minutes, getting me close. Just as he'd pulled out of my mouth before he came, I did the same, and moved around along side him to take his cock back in my mouth. He did the same and the feeling of sucking while getting sucked was too much. I came up for air from sucking him and told him that I was about to cum, and he pulled off my cock and begin to jack it with his right hand. My cock erupted in stream after stream of hot semen all over my stomach and chest as I had one of the most intense orgasms that I'd had in a long time. The sucking of his cock picked up speed, and soon his breathing increased, and he repeated the same phrase "I'm gonna cum!" and I pulled off his cock just in time as he shot four smaller streams, which I aimed at my load that was still on my chest. It felt amazing to have his cum mix with mine. When he finished cumming, he moved on top of me, our spent loads mixing together on each other's chest as he kissed me deeply again, the taste of each other's cocks and saliva mixing together in one of the most passionate kisses I'd ever had.
The long wait and wondering about myself was now over. The sexual experimentation I'd done with Joey some fourteen years earlier came back to me just like riding a bike, and at that moment I came to the realization of who I was and who I had become. That particular evening in early June, at a hotel in Ames, Iowa a small spark inside me became a flicker of love for a twenty-three year old guy from Minnesota. How on earth was this going to work? I thought to myself as we laid in bed in each other's arms after showering together moments after the passion filled lovemaking. With Andrew breathing softly while sleeping next to me, I told myself to just live for the moment, take it as it was. I couldn't wait to see how the rest of the weekend would be, let alone think about a possible future together with the guy I was falling in love with.