Chapter One #2
I was afraid, though, that after our announcement, we wouldn’t be allowed any more sleepovers. But when I brought that up to my parents, they both laughed, then my mom shocked the hell out of me.. “It’s not like you’re going to knock each other up. All we ask is that you boys are safe and smart.”
Well, if there was ever any question where my smartass side came from, that was just answered. There wasn’t a deep enough shade of red to describe my face. Was it possible to have your brains boil when it was that red? I’d never wanted to run away as fast as I could more than I did right then.
Initially at school, Charlie took some ribbing until I stepped in. Being on the high school football team had most of the assholes thinking twice before they said anything, but a couple of dumbasses had to be put in their place.
For the most part, my coach and team were open and accepting of us.
I mean, we didn’t stand in the hallways sucking face or anything, but we didn’t refrain from holding hands or having our arms around one another in the common areas.
After coming out to my teammates, several others felt empowered to do the same, so those who had a beef with it kept their mouths shut.
We weren’t trying to be LGBTQIA+ poster teens by any means, but we felt a sense of pride just the same.
Our unending make-out sessions had escalated to the point where rubbing each other off through our clothes was no longer enough.
Not to mention the fact that I was tired of having to peel off crunchy boxers.
But neither of us were prepared to take it all the way.
Yet. I don’t know if it was nerves, at least on my part.
I had read too much online about pain and preparation and was just…
overwhelmed. Hurting Charlie, hell, hurting myself, wasn’t what I wanted.
We were eighteen and it was graduation night.
Full of ourselves after celebrating with friends, one thing led to another, next thing I knew we were both naked, rolling around on Charlie’s bed.
After we’d been grinding against each other for an obscene amount time combined with kissing to the point our lips were swollen, Charlie said, “I want to touch you.”
“Yeah?” I was down for that. Fuck, I was dying for it at that point.
“Yeah.”
Tentatively, Charlie trailed a fingertip along my shaft, sending shivers racing through me.
How did it feel so different than when I touched myself?
He wrapped his hand around it and stroked, I almost lost it.
I watched him as he explored, his eyes on every move. It felt good to have his hands on me.
But I wanted to touch him too, feel what it was like to have another cock in my hand that wasn’t mine.
“Hey,” I tilted his head up and kissed him while gripping his cock.
Charlie gasped, his hips pressed forward as did mine, fucking into each other’s holds.
With as wound up as we both were, it only took a couple of strokes before we came.
Sweaty and panting, completely spent, I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped us down.
“That was…” Charlie paused to catch his breath.
“Yeah, it was.”
It wasn’t until we moved into a shared dorm room our freshman year at the University of Washington when we had sex. I guess you could say we christened the place that night.
We pushed the beds to one side of the room, there was no way we would sleep separately, and used the opposite wall for our desks and dressers.
I grabbed my laptop for us, and we propped the pillows behind us to watch a movie while we inhaled a pepperoni pizza.
Only I’d forgotten to clear my web cache before Charlie opened my internet browser.
“What in the world are you watching when I’m not around?” I couldn’t tell if Charlie was concerned, or was that interest he’d shown. Either way, my porn binging secret was out.
My face flushed. “Shit.” I grabbed my laptop, but he yanked it away.
“Seriously, Alex, what’s going on?” he crossed his arms over his chest. He was definitely pissed. Shit.
“Would you believe me if I told you it was for research?” I wasn’t beneath begging for forgiveness.
“Considering our classes don’t start until Monday and I know for a fact you aren’t taking any sort of sex positive courses, I’m going to say — no,” he stated.
“It wasn’t classroom research, Charlie,” I said as I took a seat on the edge of the bed, still unable to look him in the eyes but it was time to come clean.
“Then what research was it for, Alex?” His lips were drawn in a tight, thin line.
“I um, I didn’t want to come across as a total dumbass for our first time.” I turned away, fiddling with a loose string on my basketball shorts.
“Ah. Oh. Um, okay,” he sighed. “I have to admit that I’ve been doing the same.” He squeezed my knee.
“Really?” I turned to face him. “Then why did you get so mad at me?”
“I’m sorry for reacting like that, but it just shocked me, Alex. Honestly, I’m sure we’re gonna suck at it the first time. No pun intended.” His attempt at humor thankfully broke the tension.
Well, time to ask the question he may flip out over. “Did, um, did anything you watched grab your attention?”
“Yes, and some of it scared the shit out of me too.” Charlie was the one who was more take charge in our relationship, and I liked it that way. I tend to shy away from embarrassing conversations. I wasn’t sure how this would pan out, but I trusted him.
Laughing, I agreed, having come across some seriously fucked up shit myself, but I still felt shy. “Um what…what do you think you might wanna try?”
“Well, since it’s our first time and we don’t know who will like bottoming, I was thinking, we should try both and see.” He got up and walked over to the dresser.
“Okay,” I agreed. Sound reasoning to me.
He grabbed a bottle from his top drawer and caught me watching him. “Lube,” he turned the label for me to see. “If there’s one thing I learned from watching porn is that we’re going to need a lot of it.”
How much porn had he watched?
“You already have lube?” Guess he was further ahead with his “research” than I was.
“Yes, I’ve been experimenting,” he said like I already knew that. “Close your mouth, Alex. That shouldn’t surprise you.”
“Experimenting with whom?” My fists balled at my sides.
“Calm down, not with anyone but myself. You know I’d never cheat on you. I’ve been trying to get myself ready.” He tossed the bottle on the bed.
“Ready? I’m gonna need more words than that?” My cock stirred when the image of Charlie fingering himself hit me.
“Wanna watch?” He blew me a kiss and all the blood in my body rushed to my dick. I nodded. There were no words as I reached down to adjust myself. Charlie caught that and winked at me. Someone was sassy as fuck tonight.
He swayed his hips to the beat of whatever song played in his devious little mind.
The seductive sway entranced me and I couldn’t look away.
Irresistible, Charlie had always been to me, but his unabashed side left me hypnotized.
He slid his shirt off and tossed it aside, then hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of his shorts, all the while still moving to the beat.
Down his legs they went, and there he stood.
Naked. He’d gone commando.
My eyes roamed every inch of him. “Like what you see?”
“Fuck yeah, but…” Speechless, and not for the first time tonight.
“But what, Alex? Use your words,” Charlie teased.
“Can I—can I taste you?” I stuttered, licking my lips.
“Babe, you can taste me anytime you like.” He wiggled that sassy ass toward the bed. I gripped hips and slid my lips down his shaft. Now what? I’d never done more than tease the tip. Kinda didn’t think this through.
“Mmm, Alex, I know you can do better than that.”
The only option, given I couldn’t breathe, was to back off.
“Little by little, love,” he cooed, running his fingers through my hair and tracing his cockhead along my lips, outlining them. “Open wide.”
You can do this, Alex. Don’t. Fuck. It. Up.
This time, I paced myself, slowly taking him in inch by inch, not going any deeper when I started to gag. Huh, guess this wasn’t too different from football, just took more practice.
“Alex, your mouth feels sooo good. I can’t wait to see how great it feels to be buried inside you.”
His words both shocked and aroused me. I’d never seen this side of him before and I liked it.
Charlie grabbed a handful of my hair, guiding my head back and forth a couple of times.
“You’re gonna make me come too fast.” He pushed me down on the bed and pulled my shorts off.
Not sure where they landed and right now, couldn’t care less.
He opened the lube as I slid back on the bed and spread my legs.
It was far more uncomfortable than I’d imagined when his finger breached the ring of muscle. I sucked in a breath, and he pulled his finger out and reached for the bottle and added more lube.
“Alex, clenching up is only going to make things worse,” Charlie whispered.
Not sure if it was me, him or both of us he was being calm for.
“I’m gonna try again. Please, relax for me.
” He kissed the inside of my thigh as his finger pressed inside.
“Alex, you’ve not had anything in here, have you?
” I shook my head and covered my eyes to hide my embarrassment.
“This isn’t working.” Took a lot for me to admit that. Hell, even my dick was limp.
“Well then, I think for our first time you’ll be inside me,” he said so matter-of-factly it startled me.
“I…I don’t know what to do and I don’t want to hurt you,” I admitted, still covering my face. This was not going at all as I’d envisioned and I was ready to call it a night and admit defeat.
“Wanna see how I’ve practiced?” he asked as he sat back.
That grabbed my attention. I sat up so fast I got a headrush. “Fuck yeah, I do,” my previous embarrassment all but cast aside.