Cottagecore: Road Trip Chapter 9 – Andy
I hope this chapter finds you well. Sorry for the delay getting this done, I've had it mapped out for ages, but it was hard to get my fingers onto the keyboard to finish it. The good news is that while I procrastinated with this chapter, I partially wrote another four so hopefully I'll get Jon to A. Ham. sooner than I got him to Ohio.
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Growing up in rural California, I hadn't spent much time in suburbia. Every year, before the start of school, my parents and I would drive over to the Bay Area to shop for school clothes. We'd visit a few fancy outlet malls, if that's not an oxymoron, but I didn't have much experience just hanging out at malls.
So I luxuriated in the mall as I waited for the belt to arrive. I wandered the four levels, browsing in the stores, trying on clothes and considering what I could use in my dorm room. I watched a few blockbusters at the megaplex. After a while, though, I was bored out of my mind.
That's not to say I wouldn't do more shopping. I'd slowly realized over the summer that I would need a new wardrobe for A. Ham. I just didn't want to start spending money until I knew how much it would cost at the beach.
I'd grown up in a working class town with a few artistic touches at the margins and some academic rigor from the Park Service executives and rangers, in addition to my parents and grandparents. But my style had been casual, 501s and tee shirts, fleece and flannels and hiking boots in the winter. Would that work at A. Ham?
I'd flown back for an orientation week the previous spring. Most students seemed to dress fancier than I was used to, but my dad pointed out that wearing a polo shirt was "dressing up" in our town. I decided not to worry about it now. Plus, I usually hate shopping.
Well, mostly. There was an outdoor clothing and equipment store in the mall complex. It had a massive climbing wall, all sorts of interactive gear demonstrations, and even an advice desk. I didn't need clothes or equipment, but I could use some information while I waited for the belt to arrive.
"Can you recommend a good road-bike ride?" I asked the lady staffing the counter. I hadn't ridden my road bike much on my trip, having better opportunities on my mountain bike. Since I'd be grounded here for a few days, I thought maybe there was a nice road ride I could take to see the area.
Her face brightened. "If you haven't ridden it, you have to try the Canal Trail." I shrugged.
"They dug a canal in the 1820s that was eventually converted to a rail line, which was eventually abandoned. A few years ago it was redeveloped into a bike trail. You can ride for more than 100 miles." She showed me on a map how to find the trail. I knew what I was going to do tomorrow.
As the sun set, I climbed into my truck and read for a few hours before falling asleep.
I woke early, like normal when I sleep outside, with the sun and birds. I'd shower after my ride, but I was starving so decided to grab breakfast before I set out. I'd had enough bad fast-casual food to be fooled by the chains that anchored the mall. An independent coffee house and bookstore across from the parking lot caught my interest, however.
I ordered a cappuccino, a breakfast burrito, and the best pastry in the case, an apricot "sunny side up egg" croissant. I tried to flirt a little with the guy at the counter, because he was super cute, but he just blushed and brought me my order.
Deep green eyes—greener than mine, which are streaked with yellow that you can see when I wear white—with light brown hair. Maybe auburn, I thought, when I saw pass through a beam of sunlight. A spray of light freckles covered his nose and cheeks, and he had a dimple on one side of his smile.
"I'm Andy," he said when he brought a pitcher to refill my overflowing water glass as I was finishing my meal. He'd warmed up to me, I was glad to see.
"Hi, I'm Jon," I said with a very friendly tone.
"Going for a ride?" he asked.
"The Canal Trail," I said. He had the look of a cyclist, long and lean. "Do you ride?"
"Yes, and that's my favorite ride around from here. It's a little crowded on weekends, but it'll be deserted today."
"I'm marooned here the next few days while I wait to fix my truck. I've got to fill the time somehow."
"If you've got all day, go at least as far as the falls," he said. "You leave the Canal Trail and go through a state park, but it's well marked."
A big group came in and Andy was slammed the rest of my time there. I passed him at the espresso machine and said, "Thanks again, Andy. Do you work tomorrow? I'll stop by for breakfast again."
"No," he said. "I leave tonight after work to meet my family at our lake house. I got stuck with a split shift or I'd leave once I finish this shift."
"Too bad," I said. I was hoping to get to know him better.
Andy smiled and turned back to the coffee maker.
The ride was fantastic. The trail rolled along what must have originally been a stream before it had been dug into a canal. It was heavily wooded, with lots of dips and small hills built in when they redeveloped the rail line. Other than a few riding clubs, I had the trail to myself.
About 20 miles out, I saw signs for the waterfall Andy had mentioned. I found the falls, leaned my bike against an ancient chestnut tree, and ate the powerbars I'd brought with me. I watched the waterfall as I ate. I'd grab something better at the coffee house when I got back to the mall.
I did make one stop on the ride home. On the outskirts of town, I'd seen a store with frosted glass windows called "Good Vibrations." I'd been thinking about my Oklahoma friend's toolkit and realized I could probably find what I needed at the dildo store. If "Good Vibrations" was a dildo store.
Friends, it was a dildo store. The clerk, an African American woman in her 20s, raised an eyebrow when I tottered through the door in my cycling cleats. "Can I help you?" she asked skeptically as I started to browse.
I shouldn't be embarrassed, but it was hard not to feel a little shy. "I'm newly out," I said. "I need some basics. Lube, condoms, a few toys." I was blushing but I kept eye contact and my voice didn't shake.
"Oh, baby," she laughed, "I pegged you as looking for a prank, like the biggest, blackest, veiniest porn star replica to stash on your buddy's backpack. Wait," she checked herself, "do you want a big veiny porn star toy? No shame, we've got them if you do."
I laughed. I was still blushing but she was making this easy. "My first time bottoming," I explained, "they had a set of dildos, one small, one about average, and a huge one that matched one of the guys," I explained. "That's what I had in mind."
"You want a Tool Kit," she laughed. "Are these for you or your partners?" she asked.
"Mostly my partners," I said. "I haven't done much with toys on my own."
She showed me around the merchandise and pretty soon my Tool Kit was complete: silicon dildos including a slim 5-inch navy blue "starter," a standard 6-inch curved red model, and an 7-inch green toy that wasn't quite as thick or as long as me but would get a guy ready. The store was out of bags, but most everything fit into the pockets on the back of my jersey.
As I neared the mall, a cyclist crossed the street in front of me as I waited for a light to change. "Andy," I called out. He braked and waved. I rode over to greet him. "Thanks again for the suggestion, that was a great ride. I loved seeing the waterfall."
"Cool," he said. "My first shift is over, I'm just headed home to chill until I have to be back this afternoon. Want to come over? We could go swimming. You must be hot if you made it to the waterfalls and back this quick."
"That would be great," I said quickly. "I really hammered the ride home." I figured we could worry about swimsuits later.
I rode beside Andy for about a mile, into a leafy neighborhood of large homes set back from the street. We chatted our way through introductions.
Andy was planning to take a year off before starting college at Rice. He loved to ski and had managed to score a place on the ski patrol at a Utah resort where his aunt worked. Andy said he was working and taking a few classes over the summer to keep busy, but mostly just waiting for the snow to fall.
"I have to ask," Andy said as we climbed off our bikes in front of his garage. "Is that a dildo in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
"Oh, shit," I laughed. "There's no way to answer that without TMI, so yeah, it's a dildo."
"Before I head back to work, I am going to know that TMI."
Andy unlocked the gate into his side yard and I followed him into a large back yard. "There are suits in the pool house," Andy gestured with his chin, "but I mostly just swim naked when I'm alone. Suit yourself."
"I don't need a suit," I said, peeling off my jersey. As I shucked down my bike shorts, I heard a splash. I was in the water before Andy surfaced.
The cold water felt amazing after hours on my bike. We chatted and paddled and paddled and chatted. We ended up hanging on noodles, drifting a few feet apart in the deep end. Eventually, Andy said, "so a pocket full of dildos?"
I laughed. "I came out this Spring and have been figuring out being gay since then."
Andy blushed cutely under his freckles. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I thought it was for a joke or something."
I said, "I didn't realize guys used dildos until a couple of weeks ago, when some guys I met in Oklahoma showed me how to use them to make it easier to get ready to bottom. I mean, I'd seen porn but didn't make the connection. So that's TMI for sure. I'll just stop talking now," I laughed.
"`Guys?'" asked Andy, "like more than one at a time?"
I laughed again. "Yeah, this road trip has been a lot of fun. I've ended up in a few three-ways."
"Holy cow," said Andy. "I've only been with one guy and it's not always great."
"Yeah?" I asked lamely.
"This summer, I've been hooking up with my neighbor Todd." Andy nodded towards the house next door. "He's my sister's ex and totally closeted. A big baseball jock, playing a few years of college ball to see if he can up his position in the draft. He's really, really hot," Andy added with a smile.
"But he doesn't know anything about how to do it right, does he?" I said, suddenly understanding.
"No, and he's huge. Mostly, he comes over after he's had a few drinks. Sometimes it really hurts. The last time, a couple of days ago, it was so bad that I almost went to the after hours emergency clinic."
"Jeez, Andy, I'm so sorry. That sounds kind of awful."
"I've had my share of fun, too, but he's the first guy I've been with and we're just figuring it out. I've done plenty of `research' . . .."
"Porn," I whispered, interrupting.
Andy nidded, laughing. "I know what we're supposed to do but we haven't figured out yet how to do it without it hurting a lot."
I saw my opportunity. "Do you want me to show you what I've learned?" I asked.
"I'd love to. Really, like, I'd really love to. But I'm still so sore from Todd, I couldn't."
"No," I said quickly, "you do me. You're the top and I'm the bottom. I can show you what to do to make it easier and you can get some practice in on me."
"Todd has never let me fuck him," Andy said. "Well, to be honest, I've never asked, either. I didn't want to freak him out. I'm not sure he would like it and I want to keep seeing him."
"His loss," I said. "I won't make that mistake if you want me." I ducked under my noodle and surfaced in front of Andy. "You're super sexy and I would love to be your first." I batted my eyes, trying to look cute.
Andy leaned over and kissed me. "Let's go upstairs."
Andy's bedroom was pretty neat, with the bedspread pulled up if not actually "made." The air conditioning was too high, though, and we both had goosebumps.
"Let's get under the covers for a sec to warm each other up." I said.
We snuggled under the comforter kissing and rubbing our dicks against each other. Andy's nipples were hard and pebbled and he moaned when I rubbed my thumbs across them.
"Can I use my mouth?" I asked, thumbing his left nipple.
"You can do anything you want!" Andy moaned.
I leaned down and dragged my tongue across his nipple. He arced his back, moaning. I reached across and pinched his right nipple as I continued to lick and nip his left. "Oh god, Jon . . ."
"You are so fucking hot," I breathed into Andy's ear, nibbling his earlobe and lightly kissing his neck. Andy moaned louder.
I spent some time teasing Andy, playing with his nipples, his neck, his ear lobes, finding the erogenous zones that turned him on the most and working different ones at the same time. Under the comforter, we were rock hard, but I'd avoided his cock so far. It seemed to me that Todd used him and abused him. I wanted Andy to feel what it was like to be the center of attention, revered.
I was leaking. Andy's groans and moans and whimpers told me I was doing what I liked most to do: I'd realized that my turn on is getting other guys turned on. I was turning Andy on, which was turning me on.
Andy reached down to grab my dick. "I've never touched an uncut cock. You're so wet, and almost as big as Todd," he moaned into my ear. "Maybe thicker at your base."
"Today's about your dick," I said. "Can I suck it?"
"Anything."
Still under the covers, I slid down to Andy's waist. He had a nice cut cock, about 6 inches with an even taper from the thick base to below the lollypop head. A beautiful blowjob dick (what isn't?) and the gentle upward curve would soon do amazing things on my prostate.
I licked Andy's oozing precum and swallowed him to his base. I would happily have spent the rest of the afternoon sucking his beautiful cock. I spent some time edging him. I almost took it too far a couple of times, but I knew Andy was holding out to fuck me.
As I pulled off Andy's cock and slid up to face him, we were both covered in sweat. I threw off the comforter and straddled him, landing with his slippery dickhead squarely against my hole. "Fuck me," I moaned.
"What do I do?"
"First," I said, "lube. I'm clean by the way. I stopped at a gas station to use the bathroom right before I saw you so we don't have to worry about that. I'd grabbed my cycling jersey on our way upstairs and pulled out the bottle. "May I?"
"Yeah," Andy moaned.
I slid down to his middle for easy access. I squeezed some lube onto my hand and started to stroke Andy's rampant cock.
"Oh my god, back off or I'll cum," he moaned. I backed off.
"Now me," I said. "My first time, they started with fingers, but then they used toys like what I bought today to get me ready. And lots of lube."
"What should I do?" Andy asked.
"Use the lube. Slick up your index finger, then squeeze some more on my hole, then slowly slip your finger in." I lay back and spread my legs to give Andy easy access.
I moaned as Andy entered me. "Yeah, just like that. In and out, get the lube spread in as much as you can. Squeeze out a little more and use your middle finger too. Yeah, just like that. Both fingers, all the way in. Spread them out a little, get me ready for you."
"This is so hot," Andy breathed.
"Yeah," I moaned. "Keep going. There, right there!" I yelled as he stroked my prostate. My cock was leaking the best natural lube so I gestured and said, "use that, unless you want to taste it." Andy licked my abs clean and then swallowed my cock. What he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm.
"Since we have them," I said to Andy as he bobbed on my dickhead, "let's try the toys."
Andy lubed up the blue "starter" and slid it in. "Slow," I groaned, "give me time to adjust."
He worked the dildo in and out as he sucked my cock. It felt really good. "I'm really close," I moaned. "I recover quick so keep going if you want."
Andy wanted to keep going. "Cum in my mouth," he whispered, so I did. It was an intense, powerful, deeply satisfying orgasm. Andy swallowed every drop and kept sucking.
"Try the red," I moaned. I wanted to get ready for Andy. I was still rock hard and wanted his cock badly.
I moaned as Andy slid the larger dildo in. He'd done a good job getting me ready because it slipped in easily.
"On your back," I said. "I'm going to ride you."
"Oh, fuck, that's so hot," Andy whispered. "Todd's always behind me when we do it."
"I want to see your face," I said as I straddled him. "This and missionary are my favorites. Would you wear a condom? I want to suck your cock after you cum."
"Of course," he giggled, so I added a drop of lube to his leaking dickhead and rolled the rubber down his rock hard cock. I added a little more lube and stroked him slowly before repositioning above him.
"Let me slid down, don't thrust in or anything," I said as I got into position. "You're bigger than the red and I want to start slow."
I slid slowly onto Andy's pole. His curved cock hit me just right and a huge ooze of precum poured out of my dick. Andy reached out and took a fingerful into his mouth. That turned me on even more.
I ground down on Andy's cock, using his girthy base to stretch me out and get me ready for a real fuck.
"Oh god, that feels so good," Andy moaned. "You're so tight."
"You feel so good inside me," I replied, sliding up and down. "I just came but I don't know how long I'll last. Don't stroke me or I'll cum for sure."
Andy let go of my cock and reached up to grab my biceps with both hands. "Roll over," he said after a few minutes of me riding him, "I want to really fuck you."
So hot. I ground down on Andy's dick, reached under his arms to grab his shoulders from behind, and rolled over with his cock still buried in me.
"Fuck me, Andy," I moaned, and he did.
Andy lifted my knees and put them on his shoulders and really started to rail. I was in heaven. If I touched my cock I knew I'd explode. I moaned and whimpered with each thrust. The smack of his nuts against my ass echoed through the room.
Andy was getting close. "Are you going to cum for me, baby," I asked as his breathing hot labored.
"I'm close," he moaned.
"Cum on my face," I said. "In my mouth." That set him off.
Andy pulled out and slid next to me, ripping off the condom as he moved. A couple of strokes and I watched his cock swell and explode a rope of cum across my face. The first shot hit my nose but I swallowed his dick and took the rest of his load in my mouth, sucking him as he moaned and writhed.
I came sucking his cock. Another huge orgasm, which Andy licked off my abs and sucked off my cock. We lay 69ing for a nice long time before I switched and turned to face him. We spent another long time making out and rubbing our cocks against each other. I liked the cuddling almost as much as the sex. Almost.
"I've got to get back to work in about 45 minutes," Andy said. "Let's take a shower."
We stood under the hot water, making out, both still rock hard. "Fuck me again," I said. "We have time."
This time, Andy took me from behind. He didn't need any more lube, he just slid right in. This time, he went slow, with long, deep thrusts. He ground into me as he bottomed out. "Right there," I groaned in delight, hands braced against the shower wall.
As Andy sped up I started to stroke my cock, but it wouldn't take much for me to cum again. I edged myself, wanting to cum with Andy. I could tell he was close.
Andy's breathing deepened. As I felt his cock swell inside me, I came too, splashing cum against the shower wall as I felt his cum splash inside me. "Keep going," I moaned, "so good." Andy fucked me slowly for another few minutes before pulling out.
"Oh god, that was so hot," he moaned. I turned to kiss him.
"That's how you fuck a guy," I said, slapping his ass. "If Todd doesn't treat you like that, don't let him fuck you."
"Right?" said Andy. "I think I need to visit the dildo store." I laughed.
We made out under the water for a few more minutes before stepping out of the shower.
"You can hang by the pool this afternoon if you want. I have to lock the house up because I'm leaving for the lake from work but just pull the gate closed when you leave and it will lock itself."
"Thanks," I said. A few hours in the sun would be nice. "I'll take a day by the pool over a day in my truck any time."
After Andy left, I floated on a lounger for a while and then napped for a while in the shade of maple tree. I got hard thinking about Andy cumming in my mouth after fucking me, but I thought it would be a little weird to jerk off in Andy's back yard alone, so I didn't act on my boner.
As the sun passed over the horizon, I pulled on my bike shorts. I felt so clean after swimming and showering that I didn't want to pull on the crusty jersey. I put it and the Tool Kit into a shopping bag Andy gave me, which I draped over my handlebars.
As I was about to mount my bike in Andy's driveway, I heard a voice growl, "who the fuck are you and where the fuck is Andy?"
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