All characters in this story are 18+
Sam 25, Andy 19
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And then, or so it seemed, it was over between us.
My parents returned home vacation, and they were none the wiser to everything that had taken place in their house while they were away. Good thing they never shined a blacklight anywhere.
It wasn’t long afterward that I decided to quit my job at the restaurant. Part of it had to do with Sam ending things, but the fact that I was going to start college that year was another factor as well. In the end, I didn’t want to be distracted with work and all the personal drama that surrounded it.
Sam told me that he understood; and that despite everything that happened between us I was still one of the best employees he’d ever worked with. That made me happy.
So, no longer a part-time employee, I ventured out into the deep unknown.
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I soon started college, and immediately became busier than I’d ever been before. I moved into a dorm hundreds of miles away from my hometown and lived separately from my parents for the first time.
Sam’s life and mine split off into entirely different directions. It wasn’t long until I saw on social media that he’d gotten a new girlfriend. He wouldn’t stop posting photos and videos of themselves doing fun things together. I couldn’t stand it. Eventually my jealousy took over and I unfollowed him.
I became aware that lack of dick in my life made me absolutely miserable. My sex drive was so used to being fulfilled that as soon as I stopped having it my mind became constantly angry and cluttered, and once I started school it made things so much worse. So, one night in my dorm, after several hours of studying for an exam followed by an angry attempt to jerk off, I finally went ahead and did it. I downloaded… *The App that Must Not Be Named.*
Just like that, I was introduced to the wild world of gay hookup culture. Boy, I didn’t know what I was in for.
After a few hours of strange messages and unsolicited dick pics, I finally found someone who I could work with. He was much older than me, probably in his late 40s. He told me that he was married and he didn’t want his wife finding out.
So, we met in a secluded parking lot outside a shopping mall where I would suck him off in his car.
I got into the passenger seat, and he immediately undid his pants. His dick was a bit smaller than Sam’s, but I didn’t care. I was just happy to see a cock again.
He was much more gentle with me than Sam ever was. He moaned the entire time; rocking his hips back and forth and ruffling his fingers through my hair.
He whimpered and groaned and kept telling me what a good job I was doing. I almost laughed. I licked and serviced his middle-aged manhood from his tip all the way down to his balls.
He was clearly excited by the sight of a college freshman going down on his meat, because it wasn’t long before he moaned to me that he was about to cum.
I continued sucking and made eye contact with him. He gasped and flexed his legs before grabbing my head, exploding deep into my mouth.
I found out immediately that all guys’ cum did not taste the same. The bitter goo gushed out of his penis and over my tongue, filling my mouth completely.
I swallowed it down as quickly as I could; making sure to look straight into his eyes as he emptied himself into me. When he’d released all his seed, I smiled and removed myself from his dick, making sure to kiss it one last time for good measure.
“Fuck, that was the most incredible head I’ve ever gotten”, he whispered after I finished up.
I smiled. At least I knew I was better than this guy’s wife.
I got out of his car and made my way back to my dorm. I immediately laid onto my bed with closed eyes and a huge grin on my face. My mind was clear and focused.
I knew what I needed now.
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I continued casually meeting men for a while after that. It helped with the stress of my studies and I was able to focus on things like never before.
Each guy was different. But they all had the same body part between their legs, and similar things on their minds for what they wanted to do with it. That was enough for me.
It wasn’t long before word got out about my skills. I was getting so many notifications that I had to mute my phone in class. College Andy was a busy boy.
My thoughts about Sam began to slowly fade away over time.
A few months into college, one of my hookup regulars became my boyfriend. His name was Kevin. He was 28 and a construction worker. It was technically my first real “relationship”.
It was nice to be involved with someone who had his own apartment and knew he was gay. And the sex was absolutely amazing.
But it didn’t take long before we realized that our personalities and schedules weren’t going to work together, and we had to split things off. I was sad, but I knew it was the right thing to do.
Casual hookups were what I was doing now. And I was good at it.
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Pretty soon I stopped thinking about Sam altogether. Before I knew it the year was coming to a close and I had final exams to worry about. I studied harder than I ever had before; making sure to satisfy my sex drive by hooking up with random strangers on the side.
My method worked. I aced all of my tests.
Full of self-confidence, I returned home for the summer. I reunited with my sister and parents, who were very happy to see me and eager to celebrate my good grades. My first night back we all went out for a fancy meal together.
While I was in town I did everything I could to avoid the old restaurant I had worked at. I didn’t know if Sam was still there or not. I had no idea what he was up to and I didn’t want to know. I had a new life now.
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A few weeks had gone by and I was shopping at the local big box store. My mom had sent me there to get some last-minute groceries. It happened to be the same store where I had bought that first box of condoms all that time ago.
I was pushing a cart as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
I pulled it out and glanced, then froze in disbelief when I saw what was on the screen.
A text. From *Sam*.
I panicked. I quickly ducked into an aisle so I could read it. My fingers trembled as I went to open the notification. I had not heard from this guy in over a year, and here he was, messaging me out of the blue.
*Hey, I hear you’re in town. Want to come by later? I have my own place now.*
I couldn’t believe what I was reading.
*He really wants to see me again? After everything? What about his girlfriend?*, I thought to myself.
I angrily stuffed my phone back into my pocket. He clearly had seen me somewhere to know that I was back. I glanced all around me to see if he was lurking in the store, but he was nowhere to be found.
*Fucker is spying on me*, I said to myself.
I paid for my items and bolted outside. I immediately got into my car and sat there, gripping the steering wheel for what felt like forever.
I was pissed.
That entire evening I played videogames with my sister. His message sat unreplied to on my phone.
I didn’t reply the whole next day either.
The day afterward, it vibrated again.
*Is this still Andy’s number?*, it read.
I didn’t waste much time. I made up my mind and furiously replied back.
*What do you want?*, I typed, and angrily sent it.
Several minutes went by. Finally my phone lit up again. *If you don’t want to, that’s cool. I just thought I’d reach out. Sorry for bothering you*, he replied.
I stewed on my anger for a bit longer. But my curiousity got the better of me. I just had to know something.
*How did you know I was back?”, I replied.
My phone sat dark for a while. About 10 minutes later, his message came through.
*If you come over, I’ll tell you.*
My heart was racing. He really knew how to get to me. I didn’t reply for several hours, weighing in my mind what to do. But I just couldn’t handle it.
*Where?*, I responded.
A few minutes later, he replied with his address and apartment number. I barely had time to think as I jumped into my car and started making my way there.
It was a decently-sized apartment building. I parked in the lot and raced inside the lobby. I smashed the number for his unit on the intercom’s number pad.
“Andy?”, I heard his voice echo in the loudspeaker.
“Yeah”, I said.
He paused for a few moments before buzzing me inside.
*This is a mistake*, I kept saying to myself over and over. But my body wasn’t listening to my brain. I sped up the stairs to his floor. Finally I was face to face with the door to his apartment. I closed my eyes, held my breath, and knocked.
He opened the door, and there he was. My old boss. Albeit a bit older.
“Did you make it OK?”, he asked; nervously looking at me but doing his best to keep from making eye contact.
“How did you know I was back?”, I asked angrily.
“Oh, no ‘hi’? Is that how it’s gonna be?”, he replied.
“How… did… you… fucking… know”, I murmured; my eyebrows narrowing even further.
He sighed, and then slowly pulled out his phone. He tapped a few buttons and then flipped it around to show me what was on the screen’.
I froze in shock.
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To be continued