Chapter 25
twenty-five
The Happiness Underground
Jim
Iwoke up to my own moan. My dick was pulsing, wedged in between something tight.
My eyes breached open, Charlie’s head the first thing I saw.
He was still in my arms, sound asleep, breathing calmly, in the same position as last night.
Other than the first night, he hadn’t turned into my little tornado again.
Maybe he just needed to be tamed and contained with safety.
I was hard again and I felt the head of my dick tapping against Charlie’s hole, unintentionally.
I pulled my waist away a bit, so it didn’t seem like I was taking advantage of him.
He may not ever want to do that. Which would be fine with me, I wouldn’t care.
It felt good to me either way, no matter if I’m the butch or the femme position.
I closed my eyes, snuggling back into him again, just positioning my bottom half so I wasn’t poking him with my spear.
Last night was the best night I think I have ever had with someone that was pure.
His moans, groans and breathing fueled me to make sure he finished the hardest he ever had.
Which I’m assuming he did, based on how much I swallowed.
It just kept coming, huge amounts of juice with each squirt.
Then, him returning the favor with his hand, even though it didn’t take much, was even better than the shower.
All because I still had the sweet taste of him mixed with me in my mouth.
God.
He is everything. I don’t ever want to let him go. Sorry Mike. I want to keep him all to myself.
And if I was telling the complete truth, I didn’t want him to go back down into the mine on Monday.
I didn’t think he belonged there to begin with.
Am I grateful that he ended up down there?
Yes. Only because he needed to prove to himself and others that he could do it.
Not only can he do it, which he proved in only three days, but he ended up mining my heart out of the ground, where it was buried.
There is no other reason why he needs to go back down there now.
He already found the most important piece of me down there on day one.
Maybe I can convince him. It might be a fight, but I need to try, I think. There had to be something else he could do that earned him money.
Charlie started wiggling in my hold. His inner turmoil came alive. I tightened my hold a bit, and he calmed down, releasing a big exhale.
I wonder what he is dreaming about. Maybe it’s his dreams that turn him into a tornado.
Maybe memories I don’t know the details yet.
For instance, what brought him and his father here.
What caused them to leave their home. Maybe losing his mother was part of it?
Was it too hard to stay where her spirit was?
I do wish he’d tell me about his mother.
I can’t imagine losing the one person that kept real light in your life.
Maybe I can coax it out of him in some way.
Then like a light bulb turning on in the darkest of environments, an idea came to me. I will take him on a trip down into the city. There is somewhere he should visit. Maybe it will also help him come into his own too. I know it helped me. Plus, nothing stays a secret there for long.
Charlie shifted again, this time with a little throat clear and lip smack, like his mouth was dry. Clearly, he was waking up. I kissed the back of his head and rubbed my nose in his hair, smelling the soap I use mixed with his natural scent.
He groaned.
We laid there for another ten minutes before he really came to, rasping “Jimmy, umm.” He hugged my arms that were around him, his hands holding the outside of mine, his fingers lightly stroking up and down my knuckles.
“Good morning, my honey,” I hooked my chin over his shoulder and kissed the form of his neck, tickling him with my scruff that’s grown since yesterday morning.
He jerked his neck to the side, trying to cut off access to me and giggled. I tried digging in, rubbing with my chin and nose making him produce a, “Jiiimmyyy, stooop,” while laughing.
“Okay, okay,” lips against his temple. “You sleep well? It seems like you did. I’ve been awake for a while.” I glided my one hand up and down his body, from his chest to his belly button. His smooth body was addicting.
“I guess I did since I’m still in your arms,” he burrowed farther in me, my rod slipping in between his legs, poking the back of his nuts. He instantly stopped moving and stiffened again. I think he still gets nervous, even though we have done things twice now.
But then he did the unexpected. He reached down and from between his legs, grabbed the tip of my cock that was within reach and smeared what was leaking out of my slit. I had always been a big leaker. Constant production until the finish.
I kissed his temple again, trying not to respond physically to the feeling he was causing me. “You don’t have to, it’s okay. It happens every morning.”
He took my hand and guided me to his own dick, which was also hard.
“I know.” I encased my hand around him and stroked him a couple of times making him moan and lean his head back onto my shoulder, exposing his neck completely.
I lightly sucked on what I could, adding to what he was feeling without leaving a mark for others to see.
That would be the last thing we would need. Mike would literally kill me.
Charlie must have been done with that because he twirled around to face me and connected his mouth with mine, morning breath be damned.
His fingers dug into my chest, scratching through my hair, moaning, before he brushed over my nipples, making me moan in return.
I reached down to hold his cock again but when I got near, he grabbed my wrist and held me still.
He broke our contact, eyes in a dreamy state, but I could tell he had a purpose in his thoughts. “I…can I try?”
“Try? Try, what, Honey,” not being able to decipher his thoughts or question and I don’t want to assume anything.
“I want to try to… um… putting you in my mouth,” nervousness in his voice, but determination in his eyes. I felt his hand wrap around me, just simply holding me, and nothing else. It was sweetly comforting, and not at all sexual unlike what he was suggesting.
“I won’t deny you that request, but only if you want to, Honey.
No sweat, yeah?” I reached up to palm his cheek, but he moved faster than me and slid down my body.
Before I could react, he licked a big swipe up my dick making me jerk involuntarily, shooting a flare up my back making me hiss. “Ouch.”
“What! What did I do,” immediately in a panic, pulling away from me and jumping off the bed, his eyes scared.
“No, no, no. It’s fine. You didn’t do anything wrong down there.
It was me, I promise,” I reached out to him, wanting him back in bed.
The sensation was still radiating but I needed Charlie to know he didn’t do anything wrong.
He hesitantly crawled to me, like a pet in a new home.
“Sorry. That lick felt so good, I jerked, forgetting that I was hurt. But I’m okay, I swear.
You can keep going, if you want. Just be patient with yourself. ”
Charlie looked back at my stiffness, clearly now put off by it after I scared him.
Shit.
“Charlie, come here,” putting my hands under his arms to pull him closer, feeling the minimal hair he had there, and guiding him to me without straining too hard. He came willingly. I encased him in the grasp, his cheek against my chest, kissing the top of his head.
We stayed like that for a good five minutes.
Long enough for my erection to flag. He finally gave a big exhale, and pulled away.
He attempted to get out of bed, clearly still frazzled, and I wouldn’t have that.
I took his hand in mine and tugged, “No.” He refused to look at me.
“Honey,” in a calmer tone. “We will try again. And I can’t wait for you to feel the pleasure you give me, like I did you last night.
And it’s going to be perfect.” He peeked up at me, with sad eyes, “even if you choke, gag, and slobber all over the place.”
“Oh my God,” laughing uncontrollably, his dimple winking. “Thanks for putting that in my head,” violently swinging his head back and forth, like he was trying to get rid of the image I created of him struggling to take my size.
“Well, it clearly worked,” laughing along with him. He should always be laughing and smiling and in the light. Never in the darkness. That is my new goal. Keep him where he can shine.
Speaking of letting him shine, “Honey, I want to take you somewhere later. If you are up for it? It will be much later, and it will be in the city. So, we can spend the day relaxing with our new books and maybe take a nap, how’s that sound?”
He gave me a faint smile, “I’d go anywhere you’d want to take me.” The trust in that statement was heavy. I hope I never broke it. It would be my worst nightmare at that point, losing him to my stupidity.
We got out of bed and made breakfast together. After, he helped me shower again, without the fun part this time, even though my dick puffed up a little at Charlie washing me and keeping my back dry. Then, showered himself before meeting me back in bed with books in hand.
After dinner that night, which was just leftovers from the night before of the casserole dish he made, we got ready together.
I told him to dress in clothes that were comfortable but nice, like he wore when we met up in the city the last time.
He pulled out a light tan button down shirt, and pastel blue trousers, holding them up for me to approve.
After he dressed, I rolled up his sleeves to right below the elbow and undid the top two buttons on his shirt. I gave him a kiss having a hard time breaking eye contact, his blue eyes seeming clearer than ever before. “You’re perfect.”