Chapter One #3
Charlie lay down and spread his legs wide while dousing his fingers with more lube. I sat there, staring as he slid his first finger in with such ease.
This was so fucking hot.
“You like watching this?” he teased, fingering himself.
“It’s hot as fuck,” I stroked my cock back to life as he worked in a second finger.
“Wanna try?” he asked.
I couldn’t get my fingers lubed up fast enough and was in position impatiently awaiting further instruction.
“Okay, take your fingertip and rub the lube around the rim then slowly push it in. Your fingers are bigger than mine, so stop at the first knuckle and give me a sec.” As I did that Charlie lay back, eyes closed as he moaned.
Good moans or bad ones? “Am I hurting you?”
“Fuck no, it feels good. Keep going.” He pulled his knees tighter to his chest.
God, this was insane, hot and so tight. All I wanted to bury myself inside him. Patience wasn’t my friend right now.
“Now, work in a second finger.” He gasped as I slid it in. “Um, next time go a bit slower.”
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” Oops. Deep breath, Alex.
“Spread them like scissors and stretch me. You’re um, not lacking in size and since this is my first time outside of fingers and toys, you may need to add a third finger.”
“Toys?” Was all I’d caught from that.
“Yes, Alex, I have toys. Now pay attention,” he snapped. I was learning so much about Charlie today such as, don’t withhold orgasms or he’ll bite your head off.
I slid the third finger in and worked them the way he said, then crooked them. He arched above the bed. “Do I need to stop?”
“If you stop, I will fucking kill you. You just found my prostate.” His clenched teeth were no joke. Given the mood he was in he just may try to. “Do it again.” I side eyed him and nearly asked what the magic word was, but he got the hint. “Please?”
I rubbed it a few more times, enjoying watching Charlie come undone.
“Alex. Need you,” he begged, bearing down on my fingers and fucking himself on them. I was ready to come just from witnessing that.
While we’d never had penetrative sex before, we’d only ever been with each other and already had the condom vs no condom conversation and agreed to none.
I likely used far too much lube, and even though he was ready I still didn’t want to risk causing him pain.
More was better than less was the motto for the night.
“Go slowly, please,” Charlie panted, gripping the bed. I paused as soon as the tip popped in. He released his death grip on the sheets and adjusted how he held his legs. “Okay, give me a little more.”
I inched in until he winced and stopped.
“It burns,” he told me. “But keep going.”
Once I’d gone as far as I could, I waited again, barely holding on myself. The grip around my cock was overwhelming. Charlie was biting his bottom lip like he was fighting through the pain, and I was afraid this was game over.
A few seconds later, and after some very deep breaths, he finally spoke. “Go ahead and move now.”
This wasn’t going to last long, at least not for me. Fighting back the urge to go fast was a challenge. After a couple of slow drags, I hit that spot again. He shuddered and moaned, “Fuck yeah, that’s it. Keep going.”
“Charlie, I’m not gonna last long. You’re so fucking tight my balls are screaming.” Fuck, the intensity was off the charts.
“I’m almost there.” He started jerking himself off. “Okay…okay…okay,” he chanted. “Alex. Fuck. Gonna. Come.”
Charlie clinched around me as he came and sent me over the edge with him. This was one of those seeing stars moments I’d previously called BS on when someone said. Boy, was I wrong.
I collapsed on top of him, my arms were no longer able to hold my weight. “Holy crap, babe, that was incredible,” I said once I caught my breath.
“Can’t…breathe…” he gasped.
“Shit, sorry.” I rolled over and out of bed to grab a washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned us both up. Lube was a bitch to wipe off, and we’d likely have to wash the sheets. But that was a worry for tomorrow. “How do you feel?”
“It hurt like hell and felt incredible at the same time. Definitely wanna do that again.” Not sure if I’d been on the receiving end if I’d have felt the same way. “What about you?”
“Me? Outside of worrying about hurting you, it was fucking amazing.” I leaned over and kissed him, tossed the rag toward the bathroom and slid in bed beside him.
“I love you,” my sleepy Charlie murmured as he cuddled up to me.
“I love you too.”
I woke the next morning to Charlie wincing as he rolled over. “I’ll be feeling that for a few days,” he said as he got out of bed.
I felt terrible that he was in pain. “Sorry, babe.”
“Don’t apologize, it was totally worth it,” he hollered from the bathroom. I was so glad we not only got a shared room as we’d requested, but one with a private bathroom.
We spent Sunday unpacking then walked around campus to get familiar. Since we were pursuing different degrees, Charlie and I only had one class together — College Success. University of Washington—U Dub, as the locals called it—was an open campus layout in northeast Seattle.
Go Huskies!
One side of the campus sat along Portage Bay, a gateway between Lake Union and Lake Washington, while Husky Stadium sat atop Union Bay, which fed into Lake Washington.
The view from various points of the campus were stunning.
Our housing was in Alder Hall, which was close to some, but not all, of our classes, so we needed a plan, well, more me than Charlie, so I wouldn’t be late.
Charlie received a full-ride academic scholarship and chose to major in history in his quest to be a high school history teacher.
I was sure that had something to do with all the artifacts his father brought back from his trips.
However, I was not the scholarly one, so luckily, my parents had the forethought to set up a college fund for me.
Marketing was my major and hopefully my gift of commanding a crowd would propel me forward in my chosen field.
Things were going great until the end of our freshman year.
Charlie’s grandmother suddenly passed away in late April, right before finals.
Even though the campus was close to home, we only visited our families on the weekends and had just seen her the weekend before.
She looked fine to us, but mid-week my parents went to check on her and found she’d passed.
Lying in bed, peacefully in her sleep. No foul play was suspected so the coroner’s office listed her cause of death to be from natural causes.
My folks helped us with the funeral arrangements, and we had her buried beside Charlie’s mother in Abbey View Memorial Park in Brier.
Services were held the following Saturday at noon. No one had heard from his dad for a while, and we had no idea how to get ahold of him. Sadly, he didn’t attend his own mother’s funeral.
It was a small gathering in the April rain.
Charlie, myself, a few of her friends from church, my parents, and my older sister Adrianna sat quietly through the preacher’s sermon underneath the graveside canopy.
Charlie was close to his grandmother, both of us really were, and he took the loss hard.
I held him tightly while he cried and rubbed his back, whispering how much she and I both loved him.
He wasn’t mentally ready to stay at her house, so after the funeral we went home with my parents and spent the night there.
Adrianna attended the funeral but left shortly after. She always had something going on.
We returned to classes on Monday, with only a few weeks left before summer break. Once finals were behind us, we decided to move out of the dorms and into his grandmother’s house over the summer. My parents didn’t complain, but the out-of-pocket costs for my portion of our housing wasn’t cheap.
Charlie’s dad still lived there, and the house and its contents had technically been left to him.
It was one of those times I wished he had invested in a cell phone, so we could’ve contacted him.
He was a stubborn man and wasn’t a fan of electronics.
Charlie would have loved to hear from him more and I hated how upset he was that his dad wasn’t there for him when he needed him most.
The house was only about twenty minutes from school, which worked out well since we both had part-time jobs on campus.
Charlies worked at the student lounge coffee shop, and I was part of the maintenance staff.
Since the house had been paid off all we had to pay for were the utilities and our living expenses.
Once we settled in Charlie breathed a sigh of relief.
Guess I hadn’t paid attention to how stressed out he really had been.