Austin and Andrew, Chapter One
The phone was ringing again. For the fifth night in a row, it had rung an average of at least different ten times each night. Sleep deprivation was setting in, and it was getting to the point where soon it would be necessary to take a sick day from work just to stay home and get some much needed sleep. But with the Memorial Day weekend less than a week away, taking a sick day during the busiest time of the year would mean sacrificing any chance of a three day weekend. Time to suck it up and live on caffeine.
It was nearly 10:30 pm, and as the phone continued ringing, the thought ran through my mind to just let it ring. I'd already answered seven phone calls, all from older men who wanted me to talk about how and what I would do them if they were here in my house at that moment. At first it was quite thrilling and a huge turn-on, especially knowing that a young guy like myself would be the focus of some old man's fantasy, or a dude my age just looking to get off by having a sexy voice on the other end of the line talk about how much he'd like to have his huge cock down his throat. In essence, I got what I deserved, I suppose. Putting my home phone number on a 900 number message board where my recorded sexy young voice (so I was told) boldly proclaimed that I was looking for hot chat with guys 30 and younger. In the early 1990's there was yet to be chat rooms online, so this was the next best way to reach out to guys like me. Oh, yeah, since we're talking about me, allow me to introduce myself: Hi, I am Austin. I was twenty eight years old, five foot eight and a half, weighed just a little over one hundred and thirty pounds, with a slight muscular athletic build, short brown hair and sexy blue eyes. Blue eyes that were quite red from lack of sleep lately, might I add. I live alone in a small one bedroom house that I've owned since I was twenty three years old. Since you've probably wondered, I've found myself curious about meeting guys to talk about what will not escape my mind.
It has been said that at a moment's notice, a split second decision made can alter the path of one's life for the rest of their life. Don't worry; I'm still around to tell this story, so at this point in time the path didn't have a catastrophic ending, just yet. But let's just say that little did I know that at that moment, 10:30 pm on a Tuesday evening in late May, my decision to answer the phone did indeed change my life and altered the path I'd been on for the rest of my life.
I sat on the edge of my queen sized bed counting the rings. On the seventh ring, I decided to let it ring. I'd already described myself in great detail to a guy calling from eastern Nebraska. When he told me that he would love to go down on me, bring me to the edge five times, then he'd make me go down on him, getting him all hard and slobbery before he proceeded to "tear me a new one" with his monster cock, only to pull out before he came and shot his load down my throat. I have to admit, it was a turn on, and for the second time that night, I'd pulled my shorts down and imagined how it would feel to be sucked and have another guy face fuck me, forcing me to swallow his hot cum. It had been pretty much like that every night for the past five nights. It was at the point where I needed to give my body a rest. So, I'm sure you can imagine why I just was going to let the phone ring that night. But for some reason -- fate -- I suppose? I picked up the phone just after the eighth ring.
"Hello?" I inquired. "Um, hello, is this, Austin?" the intriguing young male voice on the other end of the line inquired. "Yes, this is Austin" I replied with apprehension in my voice. "Hi, I'm Andrew. You don't want phone sex, do you? I, um, what I mean is that if you wanted phone sex, I um, would prefer to just talk about things, if you know what I mean?" The voice on the other line was clearly from a younger guy that may have been as confused about things as me. "Hi Andrew, nice to meet you. No, I'm good without phone sex. I'm cool with having a meaningful conversation with someone like you." "Okay cool!" He replied. As tired as I was from getting guys off over the phone over the past week, the idea of actually talking to someone who might be experiencing what I was experiencing would be a welcome change.
My journey with Andrew had just begun.