Andy is Recapping the story!

Before I start releasing the second book "Andy keeps Trying" next week, I thought some of you would like to refresh their memories.

If you have no idea of what Andy is Trying is, I can only advise you to read the fully-released book here on Patreon.

The story mainly deals with love, friendship, politics, and sex.

What's not to like?

But in the event you have read it already and you are afraid to have forgotten about some keys elements, here's a recap of the 350-page book so you can start the second one with all the information you may need... Told through Andy's point of view.

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Before we begin...

If you are here, it is likely that you have read a lot about me already.

Probably too much if I am being honest. I tend to overshare in these stories.

However, in case you have missed some important details or if you have made the odd decision to start a series of books with the second one— in such case, I am slightly judging you but I still appreciate your attention— let me refresh your memory.

My name is Andy.

(I assume that you figured this one out by yourself.)

More precisely, my name is Andrew White.

I could go over my first 24 years living on this planet, but I believe that only the six months since my move to Philadelphia should matter for the purposes of reading this book.

In any case, not much happened before I moved to Pennsylvania.

To briefly set the scene, I was born on October 30th, 2000 in a rather Christian family, in the middle of nowhere in the beautiful State of Arkansas.

I finally got the guts to come out as gay right before the pandemic in 2020, and my romantic life was pretty much a disaster in the years that followed.

It was for the most part nonexistent, but the few experiences I did have could indeed be viewed as catastrophic.

During my senior year of college, there was Victor, the swimmer.

Sure, he was hot.

Sure, he sported the massive kind of cocks that I love to worship.

Sure, he took my virginity and I discovered a lot about myself while we fucked.

But God damn it, he was not good to me. 

I was a fool; I let him treat me like shit for a chance to get in his bed more often.

Victor casually explained that he was done with me the day of our graduation and I spent two more years thinking about him and what could have been.

My reaction was rather pathetic and, in the end, had much more to do with my low self-esteem than with Victor Garcia’s questionable actions.

Since my love life was nowhere to be seen, I went all in on work.

There again, this turned out to be a big old failure.

Just like Victor, I had graduated as a data analyst.

Unlike Victor, I did not start my career with a bang, travelling the U.S. and working for major politicians.

Instead, after a few miserable internships, I ended up in Fort Smith in September 2023, working for a shady marketing company which would be dismantled about a year later.

The CEO is still in prison as I am writing these lines.

I am aware, it was a pretty poor option for my first real job.

To be fair, I did not have much of a choice since I was broke as fuck and needed to pay back my student loans.

Basically, I had accepted a position with the first company to offer me an employment contract.

That’s pretty much it for the context.

Now, let me tell you about what happened after I left Arkansas for good.

This part should be much more interesting.

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I moved to Philadelphia in November 2024 with the firm intention of taking my life by the balls.

I was done with being insecure. I was done with locking myself in my apartment all day long. I was done with being nerdy Andy.

My life was way too sad and empty for a 24-year-old.

I deserved better, and I needed to completely change my environment to give myself a fighting chance.

Why are my books titled the way that they are? Because that was always my main objective.

To try.

I promised myself to be open to new experiences, to meet people, and to stop being afraid of taking new opportunities that came my way.

Your typical “You Only Live Once” bullshit.

The least that we can say is that I indeed put myself out there and tried new things once I was in Philly.

I lived many more intense moments in those first six months than I had in my entire life before that.

First, there was David Crown.

Imagine: a super-charismatic and wealthy business man turned politician.

Forty-six years old, piercing blue eyes, furry chest, muscles in every place it matters, and blessed with the fattest, uncut cock.

Well, that was my boss.

David Crown was in the running to become the next governor of Pennsylvania.

I know, pretty impressive, right?

Although, when I met him, he was nowhere near achieving this goal.

The first step was to have him designated as the Republican nominee.

That was not easy.

David had no political agenda whatsoever and only one failed experience attempting to become the mayor of Philadelphia.

Still, his wife Rebecca Crown hired me, and I have to say, she ran his campaign like a pro.

Two years before the governor’s election, they needed a data analyst to work on David’s campaign, mainly to help him define his future policies.

The general consensus among anyone who knew the Crowns was that the wife was much more talented than the husband.

Rebecca’s assistant, Laurie Perez, quickly became my best friend at work and she was clear about that dynamic from day one.

Rebecca was cut-throat, emotionless, and willing to do whatever it took to get what she wanted.

To this day, she is probably the most incredible woman I have ever met in my life, although she can be downright scary at times.

She also came with the money.

Most of David's campaign was funded with the help of several investment funds backed by Rebecca's father, Richard Pallow.

With that money and the Crowns’ connections, they really had a shot at this Governor’s seat.

Besides, as mentioned, David was insanely hot which is certainly a great boost to get the voters’ attention.

Rather quickly, the candidate managed to be in position to force his main opponent within the party, Charles Broadhall, to battle it out during a Republican primary.

It was all going well until everything crumbled down.

By the way, as you keep reading this story, you may notice that this does appear to be a pattern throughout my life— I tend to fuck everything up.

I was stupid enough to start flirting with, and then, to start fucking with David Crown— or more accurately, getting fucked by him— in his personal office.

Remember what I said about wanting to be more adventurous?

I definitely put my money where my mouth was.

Trust me, it was pretty awkward when I met with David’s college jock of a son, Zachary, right after I had sucked the politician’s massive cock for the first time. 

Less awkward though than when his wife— and incidentally, my direct boss— caught us fucking doggy-style a couple days before Christmas.

I thought I would die of shame and embarrassment.

I was mortified.

It was strangely fine though, because the woman knew her husband was gay and did not really care about the affair.

Rebecca insisted that I come back to work and she put that unfortunate slip-up under the rug.

As long as no one else knew, we were fine.

I did not lie when I told you that she was an incredible woman.

The real drama occurred when the Daily Philly News released an article about David’s cheating habits with other men three months later, a few weeks before the Party Convention.

We had not minded the large bay window on the 26th floor when David Crown was drilling my hole.

My bad.

My identity was mainly protected during the scandal— only people who knew me recognized me— but David was exposed and he had to renounce his run for office.

The Crowns’ political career could have very well ended there. It was probably the goal of whomever had leaked the pictures.

But you should never discount Rebecca Crown’s ambitions.

Not willing to give up after such a low blow— which she attributed to their main opponent Charles Broadhall— Rebecca simply decided to run for governor instead of her husband, turning the scandal into an opportunity to introduce herself to the whole country.

It was a bold move. And it worked!

Some even called it a coup d’etat.

As for my relationship with her husband, I stopped fooling around with David the very night she caught us.

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I guess this is where I should introduce you to Darius, who became my boyfriend shortly afterwards.

I met him through my roommate Cody Chase, who I quickly became friends with.

I helped Cody get a much-needed scholarship for the final semester of his architecture degree, and he was there any time I needed someone to talk to when my life was getting too crazy (which was way too often).

Honestly, Cody is a great guy and he has become such an important person in my life.

We became even closer as he started dating the only co-worker that I truly appreciated, my friend Laurie.

Back in 2024/2025, Cody was working at an Italian restaurant, the Impero, and he happened to be friends with Darius Jackson who was a cook there.

Darius was the definition of the healthy, charismatic, athletic guy who anyone would want to have as a boyfriend.

Including me.

He was also blessed with the most gigantic black cock I had ever seen in my life.

It seemed like I was attracting hung guys towards me like crazy— that must be my super-power— but that is beside the point.

The best part was, the hunky chef was seemingly interested in me!

Who would have thought he would fall for the awkward ginger guy?

We got to know each other very slowly with platonic dates— I was getting busy with my married boss anyway— but on New Year’s Eve, once I had finally decided to cut it off with David, I kissed Darius for the first time and we started dating for real.

We had our ups and our downs.

Darius was absolutely perfect, but he was coming out of a relationship in which he had been cheated on by his ex for the majority of their time together.

Consequently, the guy was slightly insecure.

It did not help when a few months after we started dating, the Daily Philly News article came out and Darius recognized me on the front page of the newspaper, giving a sloppy blowjob to my boss.

Our relationship eventually recovered from that— although Darius never stopped being jealous— and I have to admit that my relationship with David never stopped being slightly ambiguous.

Despite how hard I was lying to myself to make me believe that I had not developed any sort of feelings for David Crown, the truth was, there was an undeniable attraction between my former boss and I.

Believe me, I wish it was not there. My life would have been way less complicated.

Still, once everything settled down, I was doing surprisingly well.

Here I was, happy, with my boyfriend who cooked amazing meals for me, working for Rebecca Crown, ensuring that she would get to compete in the Republican primary, and building a solid group of friends with Laurie and Cody.

I was so comfortable with my life that I even managed to be okay with the fact that my ex, Victor, had landed himself a job for the opposing candidate, Charles Broadhall, and he was now living in the same city as me.

Remember Victor? He is the one I told you about a few pages ago, the guy who I was with (or rather, who used me) in senior year of college.

Freaking asshole!

Anyway, I was finally doing great, and then, May 10th, 2025 happened.

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The day started well since it began with another great “first” for me.

I had never topped anyone in my life and I fucked Darius’ juicy bum for the very first time!

That was a freaking eye-opening experience.

No matter what happened next with Darius, that morning fuck remains one of the best erotic moments of my life.

Things derailed shortly after though.

First, Laurie had decided to take a break with Cody who, for some reason, blamed me for not taking “his side” in their fight.

As if I had anything to do with it!

I think he was just frustrated about losing his girlfriend.

My roommate and I had our first argument over it. That was not pretty.

But then, the day really took a turn for the worst.

Laurie and I went to the first rally organized to support Rebecca for the primary and some crazy fucker attempted to kill her while she was delivering her speech.

Yep.

You read that right.

Well, to be precise, the hit-man failed and shot her husband who was standing right next to her.

It was the worst moment of my life, seeing David lying on the stage, bleeding out. I thought that I would never recover from that sight.

I ridiculously tried to help and save him.

He did survive. Not that I had much to do with that, miraculously, the bullet had not hit any of his vital organs.

But the nightmare did not end there.

Joining me at the hospital, and instead of being supportive and simply being there for me, my boyfriend was angry, aggressive even.

Despite the circumstances, Darius could not get over his jealousy toward David, who for the record, had nearly escaped death and was about to go under surgery.

Darius and I had a fight and we basically broke up in the hospital’s hallway.

I believe this is pretty much where the first book ended.

Oh no… Wait!

There was another cliffhanger.

Guess what? David chose that exact moment, right before his surgery, to confess his love to me.

He was heavily sedated at that time so I am not sure that it counts, but still, he did tell me that he was about to divorce his wife and that he wanted to have me in his life.

Frankly, I had no idea how to respond to that.

And then…

Then, I guess it is time to begin that second book.