Chapter 30
thirty
Baggin’ On The Teacher
Jim
Iam bored.
I am restless.
And it doesn’t help that Charlie isn’t around.
He left this morning with David for his first day back to work.
But not before we kissed right in front of my best friend, which was the next level and the top of how visible we were going to be allowed.
I read the memoir I got from the library by Polly Adler, went through my books that I own and pulled some more for Charlie that I thought he would like and did some chores that I had been putting off around the place.
By three in the afternoon though, my back was sore, so I parked it with my book again.
Right at dark, I moved to the kitchen just in time for the door to open and my honey walked in and straight into my arms. God, I felt whole again.
He completed me in ways he would never understand and that I couldn’t even explain if I was even asked.
I held him not wanting to let him go. Then I noticed the plate in his hand that he had extended out to the side.
“What’s this?” I loosened my hold and took the plate.
“I made dinner for Dad and me, so I brought you a plate.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek, which was already turned my way. “Eat. If I know you, you probably didn’t eat lunch or if you did, probably not much.”
We sat while I ate the beef stroganoff. It amazed me Charlie can not only cook, but just throw together tasty meals like it was nothing. “How was working The Hole?”
“It was good. I liked working the Adit Tipple position. Will said to tell you hi and said to invite you to drinks this week,” pausing and sucking in his bottom lip, thinking hard.
“What? Did something happen?” He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t know if he should. “Honey, you can tell me anything. If it is private, it won’t leave this space. We are a team now. Permanently.”
“I don’t think we are the only ones. Like us,” he actively started biting his lip, teeth in view. I reached over and flicked it out with my fingertip.
“Okay. You have my attention now. Who do you think is like us?” I kept eating, he was right about one thing, I didn’t eat lunch today.
“I got this feeling in my gut telling me that Will and, um, John? That they are more than friends.” Charlie said it like he was unsure, but also the underlining tone told me he was pretty confident in this statement.
I dropped my fork in surprise. “Okay. Wow. That’s a claim I never expected to hear. What makes you think that?” I left my tone in the sincerest, so he knew it was okay to talk about this openly, even though it’s rare to bring up this kind of topic in general.
“It was this energy or aura they gave off when they looked at each other or were near one another,” he paused to yawn. “It pinged me like a bell. It’s hard to explain how I could sense it. But I think they are together.”
“Well,” I said as I finished my plate, taking it to the sink to wash so Charlie could bring it back to his father’s unit tomorrow.
“If that is true, that’s a long and hard secret they have been keeping.
We are about to know how that feels, ourselves.
They have been friends since school, so it’s been at least fifteen years for them, if it started all the way back then. ”
After I finished up, we moved upstairs and got ready for bed together, in full bliss. Charlie looked tired. Working the Tipple is just as hard as actually mining the coal, it just works different muscles.
We got into bed, but he picked up his book, which made me smile.
It was calming to see him like this. Not a worry or care.
I picked my book back up too and we read a little before Charlie’s yawns got too frequent.
I pulled him close, swaddling him where he belonged, hoping for dreams of an inseparable future together.
-Suck-
-Slurp-
I groaned. My dick was wet and warm. The surprising sensation of sparks firing from under the tip’s ridge of my cock made me arch my back slightly. “Oh fuck, Honey.” I opened my eyes and Charlie’s mouth was wrapped tightly around me, sliding up and down.
This was the second time he had taken me in his mouth and I was in heaven. The first time we did it together, after he seemed to have been struggling with his confidence over if I was being pleased, so I twirled around and started sucking him too.
It successfully got him out of his own head.
He lost focus though because of the pleasure he was feeling, but I’m not complaining about that.
He ended up finishing me after I finished him, shooting all over his face, having pulled off at the last minute.
He was even more gorgeous with his face covered in my cream.
Now, I’m watching him take initiative to please me.
His mouth had to stretch wider when he was closer to the base, tension in his lips, not yet able to get all the way, leaving about an inch and a half, his glistening eyes bugging out slightly.
“Best wake up call, ever!” I placed my hand on his head but without pressure.
I combed my fingers through his hair. He reached up and started rubbing my torso, his hand ribbing over my abs and back down to the top of my pubic area and the hair I have there, giving me tingles to go with the pressure of his mouth.
It didn’t take me long to get to the point of no return, so I warned him with a gasp, “Charlie, Honey. Pull off if you don’t want it.
” He hummed and went down as far as he could go again, taking me by surprise since this will be the first time he will enjoy the juice straight from the source.
Most men were too insecure to finish the task properly, especially if they were not experienced.
And just like anything else, he was a quick learner here too.
He grabbed my nuts and started to roll them, sending me sky high, while using his other hand to help with his mouth where he couldn’t reach.
“Oh shit, Honey,” breathing hard, moaning. “Here. It. Iiisssss…ahhhh!” I shot into Charlie’s mouth, but he couldn’t contain it all. Some of it, slipping out through his lip and down his chin. It was beautiful. I’d have him walk around like that if I could.
I got sensitive fast, probably because of how hard I shot, being able to finish in Charlie’s mouth turning me on even more than normal.
He pulled off, and continued to lick up what was left behind, humming like it was the best tasting meal he had ever indulged in, including the drips that trailed to my balls, making me gasp.
I pulled him up to me, smearing the mess that leaked out all around his lips and chin, then attacking the mess with my tongue aggressively, before taking his mouth for mine, raking the inside.
I needed to taste myself on his tongue again.
I loved the taste of our flavors mixed together.
Delectable. Proving yet again why we were perfect together.
I pulled back looking into my favorite eyes, “I love you. So much.” I pecked his lips again, “How was that? Swallowing me?”
His blush was hot, turning his face a deep pink. “I really liked it. A lot.”
“No need to be embarrassed.” I put my hand on the back of his neck, “You obviously know how much I love it too when you are in my mouth.” I held him for a moment more, feeling his hardness against my leg, about to help him with it when he pulled away and got out of bed, showing me the outline.
What a tease.
“I need to get going, it’s already late. David is going to be here soon, and we definitely don’t need him barging in again,” laughing while looking down at himself, then at my semi-hard cock that was deflating.
While Charlie got ready quickly, putting on a fresh jumper and freshening up, I went down and made some eggs and toast for him and fixed up his lunch. Right as he took his last bite, the banging on the door started. “It’s open!”
David cracked it and peeked in, the smartass. “Jesus Christ, David. It’s safe.” I rolled my eyes, while Charlie giggled.
“You ready to go, Chicken Little…Oooo is that coffee for me?” He had been looking at Charlie but got distracted by the cup sitting on the counter that I had ready. He rushed for it and chugged. Charlie stood to hand me his plate. I gave him his lunch in return, with a kiss exchanging “Love yous”.
Off they went, leaving me alone again, to go stir crazy with boredom, feeling like a piece of me is unplugged.
Later that night, Charlie snuck back over, but something was off.
His mood was gloomy. He came in, gave me a hug and a kiss and simply said, “I need another shower,” then walked out of the kitchen and disappeared up the stairs, leaving behind a plate of food on the table. It was a tuna casserole today.
While I ate, my mind reeled with the possibilities of what could have happened for him to shut down like that.
Something at the mine? Something with his father?
I finished dinner and went to meet him in bed.
I tried to read while he finished up but my mind was distracted, clearly on a much more important topic.
Charlie slinked into the room, hunched over and depressed.
He crawled under the covers and curled into me, facing my chest. He rubbed his nose against the fabric of my shirt, probably out of comfort of feeling my physical form.
I held him tightly, not knowing what else to do.
I don’t want to ask him, making it seem like I want to force this issue out of him, but I also want to know so I can help, if it was possible.
Finally, he mumbled, “Sorry.”
“No, don’t do that,” I rubbed his back. “Never be sorry for your feelings, even if you are grumpy. Only be sorry if you hurt someone else’s feelings.” I gave him a moment before asking, “Why did you think he needed to be sorry?” I hoped by asking it that way he would continue the topic on his own.