Sanguinity

Merry Christmas, you nasty boys. I hope you have a wonderful holiday, and if on the road, safe travels. For those hoping for the next chapter of Do You Like Me? I’m working on it. As to this little story, consider it my holiday drama, a fantasy if you will. A silly story in ways, but hopefully one erotic and pleasing to you, the reader. I’m off for a week in Atlanta to goof off with friends.

Grant 

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Charlie

Charlie watched the bus come into view as it came up the hill, first the top, the windshield, the short stubby hood and grille that took up most of the front, then the front bumper with the guard that swung out when the bus stopped. The yellow lights flashed, then the red lights as the bus stopped in front of the group waiting at the stop. Charlie let everyone get in front of him, always willing to be the last one. He prided himself on being one not noticed, never the one singled out for a question by a teacher or the bullying by one of the boys. It helped that he was sixty-one and one quarter inches tall and was lean in build, boyish in appearance. He was on his way to the first day of school for his senior year but looked like he could be two years younger. Maybe even younger, and it troubled him, made him feel different.

The bus was already crowded, most seats taken, and Charlie moved down the narrow aisle until about halfway back where Sean Haywood was sitting alone, a boy two years younger.

“Can I sit here?” said Charlie.

“Yeah, sure,” Sean replied, although he looked like he wished Charlie would sit somewhere else.

A glance back to see who else in the senior class was on the bus. Cheryl and Eva were sitting together and in the back two seats were Ryan and Paul on the right and Bill and Thomas on the left, the latter one of Tony Braybrooke’s friends. Tony was a jock, six foot two inches tall, 186 pounds, or so the baseball program from last spring had for his stats. But the stats for the jock that were important was the wavy dirty blonde hair, the vivid blue eyes, cheeks that dimpled when he laughed, and the good looks that turned heads, including Charlie’s. But Tony scared Charlie for what he represented. The masculine jock.

As the bus drove through the neighborhood, making four more stops, Charlie slipped his class schedule out and read it again.

First Period:              English

Second Period:        World History

Third Period:             Biology

Fourth Period:          Math 3: Statistics and Probability

Lunch

Fifth Period:              Art

Sixth Period:             P.E.

 

He looked forward to fifth period, but he wondered if he could enjoy it knowing what was to come afterward. A class he had put off taking in tenth and eleventh grades, hoping foolishly the school would come to its senses and end the requirement for credits in Physical Education. He wasn’t athletic, not even well coordinated. The only games he liked to play were video games, chess, and Go, not football, basketball, or baseball. Yes, there were other sports like volleyball and track, but he knew he would not do any better in any of them. He couldn’t believe he would have to take P.E. to suffer the indignity of proving his incompetence at sports.

His only salvation was it was the last class of the day, and he would not have to take a shower, therefore not be naked in front of the other guys. He knew he looked like a boy compared to some of his male classmates. A little boy with a little penis, or so the jocks probably assumed.

The truth was a bit more complicated. He had been wearing baggy pants since eighth grade, mostly khakis. Never anything tight, like jeans. And he wore shirts layered up or thick sweaters that completely hid the body within. But what he really struggled to conceal was his cock. At first, he was proud of it, thinking it a real man’s cock. But a camping trip to a park in Tennessee made him aware of another truth.

He had gone to the bathhouse, sinks with showers opposite in the first room, and in the second room, toilet stalls along one wall, and a trough urinal along the other. He struggled to get his cock out, then sighed with relief as piss hit the stainless steel. As he was relieving himself a boy came in, one older, sixteen or seventeen years old with a body starting to fill out on its way to becoming a man’s body. Shirtless, with just swim trunks on, the boy came in and stood at the opposite end.

Charlie couldn’t help it; he glanced over to see the boy’s cock. He wondered how big it would be, and he saw it looked two inches long flaccid, maybe longer, which made him wonder how big it got when erect. The boy started to turn his way, and he looked straight ahead as his bladder emptied.

“Jesus, how big is that thing, freak. You mother fuck a donkey or something.”

It was stated in a joking manner but for Charlie, it had struck him wrong, the way the boy called him a freak. He pushed it back into his shorts, zipped up, and rushed out.

Ever since that night, he compared it with others online. He saw some large cocks, thick as a man’s wrist, but none as long as his own. He looked at men stroking with both hands with the head still exposed and he knew his was bigger. At night he would get it hard and hold it in both hands looking at what extended above his right hand. Maybe his hands were smaller than the men online, knowing it was true to a point, but not enough to make up the difference. He had compared his hands to his dad and classmates, and despite being only five foot one, his hands were not that small.

 

 

The bus pulled in behind another bus and followed it to the loop drive behind the school. Charlie slipped his schedule into his backpack and when the bus stopped, followed the others off, heading to his homeroom and start of his senior year.

 

 

Tony

Tony came into his homeroom seeing Thomas and Logan at the back of the room. He made his way down an aisle to take a seat next to his friends. They shared a love of sports and the strategy of the games. He looked at Thomas, then Logan, seeing them look up and smile at his approach. The only one missing was Oliver, and he had parted with Oliver at Mrs. Welbaum’s English classroom, the other homeroom.

Mr. McIntosh entered the room, their math teacher and Tony’s first period class. McIntosh moved behind the desk, dropped the roll book on it, and looked across the room waiting for everyone to quiet and look forward.

“Welcome back for your senior year. Let’s get through the roll call and get started.”

Tony replied ‘here’ when called upon then leaned back waiting for the class to start. He looked around the room to see who was there. He saw some of the girls look back with longing and he fought the urge to smile back. No need to encourage them. He glanced over to Logan wondering if the doofus had figured out Ashley wanted him to ask her out. He wondered if it was intentional, how Logan ignored her. He did it. He ignored the notes slipped into his locker or backpack. He ignored the looks and nervous attempts to get his attention.

“Hey Tony, can I get a ride home after practice?” said Thomas.

Tony looked around at Thomas and nodded yes. Thomas was the only one of the four of them that didn’t have wheels. His parents were not financially able to help him and with practice for football, Thomas couldn’t work enough hours to afford to buy something on his own. He knew it aggravated him to have to ride the bus, making comments about having to ride it with a bunch of kids.

He considered his friend, how Thomas was attractive with rust colored hair and green eyes and a smile that revealed teeth not quite perfect. Then his eyes moved from Thomas to Logan. Logan wasn’t attractive as much as he was pretty. Despite being six foot tall and a nice muscular build, he still looked like a pretty boy with light brown hair, brown eyes, and rosy cheeks on a face that looked like it never needed shaving. He knew the lie of appearance, for Logan was no boy, for he had seen the thick cock often enough to know he was as much a man as Thomas or Oliver or himself.

He looked away, embarrassed once again by thinking of it. Another’s cock. He tried not to do it or pretend it was just a comparing of their differences. Thomas with a cock that looked average but nuts that hung long between the thighs. Oliver with an uncut cock that he had seen half hard one weekend when Oliver had been making out with Paula. She had boldly pushed his swim trunks down to manipulate him with her hand. It looked like it would be nice eight- or nine-inch cock. And Logan. With the thickest cock he had ever seen, he wondered if a hand could encircle it.

“…who can tell me the answer to this problem?” said McIntosh.

Hands went up and Tony turned his attention back to the front of the class.

 

 

Thomas

Thomas followed Tony into the dressing room with Logan and Oliver behind him, joking about something that happened at lunch. As athletes, they were given P.E. sixth period to enable a shift from a class to practice. They went to one of the aisles of lockers each picking one that allowed them to huddle close as they changed. He looked around the room, seeing most of the team in the class knowing a few had legitimate classes, such as Bill in English or Jose in Math. The coach and P.E. instructor passed the doorway on the way to his office. It didn’t need to be said the guys were to get changed as quickly as possible.

Thomas pulled his gym clothes from his backpack, then tossed it to the bottom of his locker. He began to strip, shirt, shoes, pants, all roughly folded and placed on top of his backpack. He picked up the nylon gym shorts and turned to put them on when he saw someone enter the locker room, backpack slung over the left shoulder, and he smirked. It was Charlie Keller.

“Are you lost?” said Logan looking at Charlie with a grin.

“No,” said Charlie, turning to the first locker by the doorway, where no one else was getting changed.

“You didn’t take P.E. last year or the year before, did you?” said Tony.

“No. I kept putting it off.”

Tony laughed. “So, now you’re stuck with us. Can you even play football or basketball?”

“Or lift any weight?” Logan added.

Charlie didn’t reply, instead opened a locker, and took out his gym clothes.

Thomas looked at Tony and Logan and smirked, then slipped on his gym shorts. Like the others, he was curious about Charlie. The guy was short, barely over five feet tall and looked so young, younger than Logan. What did he look like stripped down to his underwear? He kept looking over, seeing the shirt removed, shoes, then those baggy khaki pants until standing in boxers and a T-shirt. The boxers looked a size too large, just as baggy as the khakis, revealing nothing of the body within. Only the skinny arms and legs were revealed. Baggy cotton gym shorts were slipped on and Charlie sat down on one of the benches waiting for the coach to show up to start class.

Thomas slipped on a tank top and went over to Charlie, sitting next to him.

“You really hate being in this class,” said Thomas, stated as fact.

“Yes.”

“Just do what the coach asks, and you’ll get through it.”

Thomas wasn’t sure why he said it, but there was something about Charlie being stuck in their P.E. class that didn’t seem right. How could he possibly play with them, all of them athletes who played together all the time.

He looked up to see Logan shrug and Tony staring at Charlie. Tony sensed him staring back and turned to sit on a nearby bench to put his shoes on.

 

 

Charlie

Charlie slipped on his khaki pants but left his shirt in the backpack. He was still sweating from having to run laps then struggled with the weight machines until his arms and legs were quivering. He glanced up to see the others preparing for practice, putting on pads and taking out helmets. He realized the shower room would be empty but getting naked in front of the guys was out of the question. He could see them making fun of him, call him freak and make references to his mother having sex with a donkey, like that boy had done years before.

He had dared look at gay porn over the summer and saw guys with huge cocks and how others desired them. Wanted the big cock in their mouths and assholes. But those guys were gay. How would a bunch of straight guys react. He had seen the look Tony had given him at the beginning of class, one that looked judgmental.

Leaving the locker room and rushing to get to his bus, he felt relief of getting through the first day. He saw how he didn’t have to get naked in front of the others. He could just put on his pants and head out, showering at home. It was a relief, more so than the relief he felt from not having to see the guys get naked and shower. He didn’t know if he could keep his eyes diverted enough not to be noticed looking. He did wonder about each one, what they looked like naked. The size of their cocks, how their nuts hung, and if they were cut or uncut. Things he wanted to know, but not enough to risk exposure, to be revealed among a bunch of jocks to be attracted to them and their cocks.

Without the jocks on the bus, Charlie took the last seat, nestling up in the corner, and watched the others climb on board and take a seat. Cheryl and Eva climbed on the bus, making their way down the aisle, taking the seat opposite him. The two girls continued talking, repeating gossip from their first day, then talking about boys. Charlie put earbuds into each ear and brought up his favorite music to drown out the girls and everyone else.

 

 

He entered his home to find a note from his mother on the kitchen island. She and his father were going to visit his grandmother who was in the hospital and would be back late. He was to go into town for dinner. The keys to her Accord were holding down a few bills. 

He headed to his room, where he stripped off his sweaty clothes and stood in front of the mirror naked, looking at himself. The flat chest, narrow waist, small nipples, small fan of pubic hair, and a cock that hung six or seven inches flaccid. He thought of Thomas when stripped down to boxers, then Ryan with his hairy chest and legs, then he thought of Tony, with his tall muscular build. He had looked at each one’s crotch that had been turned toward him, just a quick glance here and there, trying to make out the cock hidden within. It made his own cock stir. To picture the others. To picture them in their underwear. It was Logan that had been the most enticing with his white boxer briefs. The skintight fit that revealed the cock curved around the nut sac. It looked three inches long, with promise of more when erect.

He headed to the bathroom to shower and masturbate.

 

 

Tony

Tony put his Jeep in gear and waited for Thomas to get buckled up. Then he followed the others to the exit of the parking lot heading home after a grueling practice. His muscles ached and despite a cool shower, was still trying to sweat. He glanced over at Thomas who had not bothered to put on a shirt, and looked at the familiar body, wondering if there would ever be a chance he could touch it. So often he had imagined it. Just a touch of the chest or stomach, or if they were willing, lower down. He imagined it at one time or another with each of his friends and with other guys on the team.

“Can you believe Charlie Keller is in our P.E. class?” said Thomas.

“No.”

“Sucks for him. I can’t imagine how he must feel. The guy is going to stroke out trying to keep up with us.”

“The coach told Bill he wasn’t going to make Charlie do everything the rest of us have to do.”

“That’s good. He’s such a boy.”

Tony knew what Thomas meant, but in some respects, he wasn’t so sure. There was a moment, just the briefest moment, when Charlie was sitting down that the shorts tightened up around the crotch and he swore there was the biggest fucking cock hidden within those baggy shorts. Maybe the little bastard was aroused. Maybe he had just seen all the extra fabric of the boxers and gym shorts wadded up to look like a long tube of flesh. There was no way someone only about five feet tall could be that big…could they?

He had looked online at guys fucking, first girls for that what he was supposed to be looking at, then daringly at other guys, for when he was honest with himself, that is what he wanted to see. And he had seen guys with various sizes, and it didn’t seem to matter the size of their bodies. Big muscular guys with small dicks and short skinny guys with monstrous cocks. So maybe Charlie was hung, really hung. But why the shyness to be seen? It didn’t make sense. He was hung well and didn’t care who saw it, in fact he wanted other guys to see it, hoping one would show more than a casual curiosity about it. Why wouldn’t Charlie reveal himself and let other guys look on with envy.

He considered the bullying some endured and wondered if Charlie had been bullied in some way that made him shy, introverted, to the point he wouldn’t reveal himself. He remembered how Tyler used to bully Rob, calling him faggot and freak, just because the boy was androgynous. Rob had been such a beautiful boy, and he wondered where he now lived after moving away three years ago.

 

 

Charlie

For months Charlie endured his sixth period P.E. class with the guys who played football, then baseball. He struggled with the weight machines, ran laps until gasping for breath, and when coach would let him, he sat out, playing games on his cellphone while the others played basketball in the gym. He made it through the fall and winter, never stripping naked in front of them. He rode the bus home sweaty and exhausted and very relieved at not being revealed. At Christmas, his parents gave him his mother’s Accord when she got a new Passport. It freed him even more, letting him avoid the bus.

It was early spring, still cool outside, and the coach entered the locker rooms and called roll. Once the names were checked off, he looked around the room, getting everyone’s attention.

“I have personal matters to attend to so there will be no practice this afternoon.”

There were cheers and exclamations, something that excluded Charlie. He looked at the smiling faces and nods of approval. Then he closed his locker wondering what fresh hell the coach would make them endure in class.

“Coach Franks will watch over you for today’s class, for I’m going to head on out,” the coach added after the guys settled down. “He’s going to let you guys play volleyball.”

Charlie knew he would be sitting out, for there was no way he was going on the court with the other guys, and he opened his locker to get his cellphone. He saw the coach move past leaving the locker room, then come back.

“Oh, before I forget, next week is swimming, so bring swim trunks and be ready to show me you won’t drown when you get into the pool.”

“Hey Thomas, you going to wear that red bikini you wore last summer?” exclaimed Logan, making the others laugh.

“You know I looked good in it,” Thomas joked in return.

“Maybe you should wear one,” said Tony looking at Logan.

“I will if you will,” Logan replied, taking a stance that dared Tony.

“Maybe everyone should wear one,” said Oliver.

“Hell no,” said Bill.

Charlie looked around, relieved someone finally stopped the nonsense about wearing bikinis. It terrified him to think of it, trying to get his cock into one of the things. He saw Thomas, Oliver, and Logan horsing around and to their left, Tony just standing there staring, not at his friend’s antics but across the room toward him. He felt exposed, as if Tony could see him, and he closed his locker and rushed out of the room.

 

 

After the class, Charlie dressed back into his khakis and started to head out.

“Charlie, just a minute,” said Thomas.

“What’s up?”

“I was wondering, well, Tony usually takes me home but seeing how it’s on your way home, would you give me ride?”

Charlie started to tell him to take the bus, but knew he was being petty. Maybe it would be to his benefit to do a favor to one of the guys. “Sure, come on out when you get dressed. I’ll be at my car.”

A few minutes later, Thomas walked up and climbed into the passenger seat, having to push it back before buckling up.

“Thanks, for I hate riding the bus.”

“No problem. I hated riding it too.”

Charlie drove out of the parking lot and turned toward home, glancing over to Thomas wondering what they could possibly talk about, not thinking they had anything in common.

“Hey, don’t worry about next week,” uttered Thomas.

Charlie looked over and saw Thomas looking out the side window. He knew what Thomas meant, the swimming next week in P.E.

“I mean, some people are growers, you know,” said Thomas.

“A grower?”

 “You know, their dick isn’t big when flaccid but once aroused, well…

“Bill looks like he has a small cock, but I caught him masturbating one time and he was pretty impressive.”

“I don’t have a small dick!” exclaimed Charlie, realizing his error in responded so quickly.

“Hey, I’m not saying your dick is small, but maybe it isn’t as big as Logan or William; damn that fucker is hung like a horse.”

“William is big?”

“Fuck. I bet that thing is four or five inches flaccid. I bet it is ten inches when hard.”

“Do you guys make fun of him? Call him a freak or—”

Make fun of him? Hell, no. Can you imagine being so hung?”

“Yeah,” Charlie whispered. Yes, he could.

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“Have you noticed Tony acting weird?”

“Tony?”

“Our friends just blow me off when I asked them, but I swear something is going on with him. He seems distant.”

“I’ve not noticed, but I really don’t know him.”

“Maybe I just imagining it.”

 

 

The days passed too quickly, and suddenly Charlie was lying in bed on Sunday night wondering if he could convincingly fake an illness and miss a whole week of school. Or maybe he could come up with an excuse that his mother would buy and write him a note to leave after fifth period. But he knew the answer to that for in his backpack was the new swim trunks she had got him to buy. He had looked for his old trunks until finally giving up and asking her where she had put them. She told him they had looked bad, the red waist fading, so she had thrown them out when they got back from the beach last summer.

On Saturday the two of them were in town shopping for a new pair. His mother kept picking up trunks that he found all wrong. A pair of sports trunks that would fit low on the waist, short legs, with a snug fit, all in a light grey with white waistband and leg hemming. Swim trunks in a brief tight fit with little leg length and blue on the right side and a light blue on the left, neither color concealing in any way. Then she was giggling, and he turned to see her holding up a yellow bikini.

No, absolutely not he had exclaimed.

Then she finally stepped back and let him look for something suitable. Dark in color and baggy in fit. He found a black pair with legs that went to his knees and fit loose.

Charlie rolled to his side and tried to go to sleep. He would lay awake a long time, fretting over the next day’s P.E. class, until exhaustion finally overtook him.

 

 

Charlie yawned again as he pulled into the parking lot for students. He eased down an aisle and pulled into an empty space, then sat, staring straight ahead. He wondered if he just stayed in his car would anyone notice, then he had images of his parents coming to the school and there being a conference in the principals to determine why he was skipping class.

He swung the driver’s door open and climbed out. He pulled his backpack from the back seat and headed to the building. As he entered his homeroom, the bell rang to start the day. In his mind, it was a countdown. The first bell. There would be one for second period, third, and so on until finally the sixth period bell would sound, and he would have to go to P.E.

He wondered what the guys would say if he switched lockers, took one in the corner. It would not go without notice. The comments by Thomas came to mind, suggesting he was shy about taking off his clothes because his dick was small. What would Thomas say if he knew the truth. That it barely fit inside his boxers without being noticeable.

 

 

Charlie walked up to the building that contained the locker rooms and showers, entering the door for the male side. He moved slowly down the tile corridor, passing the storage room for gear, the toilet, until standing at the doorway to the locker room to his right and the gang shower room to his left. The coach’s office was at the end of the corridor where it connected to the gym and aquatic center. He turned and entered the locker room to find the others in various states of dress. Some were naked, some soon would be, and a few were in their swim trunks.

Charlie saw Tony turn revealing a round ass. Logan was pulling up his trunks, cock flopping around with his movements, and Thomas was holding up his trunks to see which side was the front, and Charlie looked at the naked body. The muscular chest, the flat stomach, the average looking cock with a nut sac hanging long behind it. He turned to his locker, pulled out his trunks, and dropped the backpack into locker.

“Thomas, where’s the red bikini?” one of the guys exclaimed

Charlie heard the laughter, then the joking around, Thomas asking the guys if they wanted to see him in a bikini. As the guys bantered back and forth, he stripped off his clothes, shoving them into his locker. He had never felt so naked, so exposed, and he grabbed up the trunks to put them on. A shadow fell over him, and he saw Bill back up to the lockers next to him talking to someone. Don’t turn around, he pleaded, but Bill turned, and he saw the eyes grow wide.

“Fuck, Charlie, you’re huge.”

“No,” Charlie replied trying to gain his balance to get the trunks pulled on. Suddenly hands were on him, turning him to face the room.

“Guys, look at this thing Charlie has been hiding,” said Bill.

Charlie felt his cock flop around in front of the guys. He felt its hang, the weight of it, then he felt that stirring, the flex that signaled he was going to get an erection.

“Please Bill, let me go.”

“Hey William, who’s bigger?”

“Bill, let him get dressed,” said Thomas.

Charlie felt the release and he turned back to the lockers and pulled up his swim trunks.

 

 

Charlie, along with the rest of the guys, was swimming in place after another lap of the pool. He was breathing hard and hoping there were no more laps. He saw William and Logan horsing around, then the coach came up to them, standing on the pool coping.

“Okay guys, not bad. Tomorrow we’ll try different strokes. And don’t worry, we’re not grading on how well you do, but we just want you to understand how to do each one.

“We’ve got ten minutes before the bell, so get out and go get changed.”

Charlie followed a few guys to the ladder while others went to the nearest side and hoped out. When he got to the ladder, he climbed up and onto the pool deck, feeling the water trickle down his body and legs. He tugged at his swim trunks to get them to break free of his body, knowing it didn’t really matter since everyone had seen him naked.

“Charlie; catch,” said Logan.

Charlie saw his rolled-up towel tossed to him and he reached up in time to catch it. He partially dried his hair, then ran the towel down his chest, legs, then around his back. Logan was drying his shoulders, holding each end of the towel and rubbing it back and forth. Standing straight, Charlie noticed Logan’s cock looked bigger, pushing out more at the front of the blue swim trunks, the pair he had rejected for this very reason.

As everyone headed to the locker room, he fell in behind them, passing through the double doors and into the locker room. He turned to his locker, opening it for his clothes. He slipped the wet trunks down and dropped them on the bench behind him and reached for his boxers as someone stepped up next to him.

“Hey Charlie, can I get a ride home?”

Charlie turned to see Thomas, naked with a towel in hand, standing right next to him. He looked away, worried Thomas might have seen his expression. “Sure, just come on out when you get dressed.”

Thomas moved away and Charlie quickly dressed, grabbed up his backpack and headed out.

By Friday, Charlie was over it, but he no longer tried to hide his nudity. He changed like the others, an attitude of ‘let them look’. And each day, he saw some of them look. Most with smirking looks and heads shaking, but a few looked with envy. Then there was Tony, who glared at him at times. Charlie wondered what he was thinking, nothing good, he was sure.

 

 

Tony

With the principal calling out his name, he climbed to his feet, worked his way between the chairs to the aisle where he headed to the stage to receive his diploma. He fell in behind the others, crossing the stage until it was his turn, and with a shake of the principal’s hand and quick ‘congratulations’, he had it. He came down the steps and moved down the other aisle heading to his seat. Working his way between the seats, he looked back at those waiting their turn.

“Charles Ryan Keller”, the principal called out.

Tony watched Charlie climb to his feet and head toward the front. He looked at the short frame picturing it naked, cock hanging impossibly long. He tried not to think of it, but every time he saw Charlie, he couldn’t stop himself. He saw the boyish frame then that fucking cock. So often, he wondered how big it would get when erect, imagining it was his hand stroking it.

 

 

The bonfire in the backyard of Logan’s home was burned down, and Tony watched Logan and Ashley huddled up, knowing Logan was sweet-talking her. Then to his right, Oliver and Bill were talking quietly, like so many others were doing. He stretched out his legs and leaned back until he could rest his neck on the back of the chair. Looking up, he saw smoke billowing over him and through it a sky filled with stars. He had graduated and the next week he needed to find a full-time job. Was this it, a diploma in hand, then a life in some shit job? He felt unmoored, adrift with uncertainty. He wondered if one of the auto repair shops would hire him. He liked working on his car and when he had time, the old CJ5 he had gotten from an uncle. He almost had it running.

“Hey Tony, what are you thinking about?”

Tony looked up to see Vicky standing next to him. He knew she was one of several that had indicated a willingness to go out with them. He stared back, knowing she expected an answer. Should he tell her he didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life? Or maybe he should tell her he had not dated anyone in three months and had no desire to do so. At least not any of the women that had showed interest. Or should he tell her he had more desire for some of the guys than any of the girls. Maybe admit to fantasies of sucking cock and getting fucked. Would she understand him, if he admitted that to her.

“Nothing, just looking at the stars.”

“Some of us are going inside to listen to music. You want to come?”

He heard the unspoken plea in her tone and had no desire to lead her along.

“No, you guys go ahead. I’m just going to hang out here for a while then go home.”

He watched her join a few others then the group of them headed toward the house. He turned back to the nighttime sky, wondering what Charlie Keller was doing right now. Was he doing something with that monstrous cock, getting it sucked or pumping it into some pussy. Maybe Charlie was gay and had some guy beneath him, moaning and grunting with every push of that cock into their depths. He tugged absentmindedly on his cock not caring who saw him. He was partially aroused with thoughts of Charlie using that cock on someone, then he imagined it was him. It was him beneath Charlie. It was him taking that cock, every goddamn inch, while begging for more.

 

 

Charlie

Charlie drove through town and out 326, heading toward the grain elevator out in the county. He was so nervous he felt tempted to turn around and head to Gary’s place. He had told his mom that was where he was going. But Gary wasn’t expecting him, and he couldn’t turn back now, not after spending two weeks talking to GM-MadisonCty. He had finally gotten the courage to do a profile, going so far as to post an imagine of his body, albeit cut off at the neck and just above his cock. And he kept his profile simple. 18 years old. 107 pounds. 5’-3” (just a bit of lie). Brown hair. Brown eyes.

It shocked him at the swiftness of the responses. He scrolled them for a week, passing by Farmer, 38, married but looking, 8” cock; Trucker, 42, 5’-8”, 169 lbs, 8” cock; Farmboi, 24, 5’-10”, 158, 8” cock. Did everyone have an eight-inch cock, knowing a few had to be exaggerating just a bit. Then he came across D&D geek, 6’-1”, 155, 6”, 18 years old. A photo of a skinny guy laying on a bed with an erection. It looked six inches long and thick, so thick the long fingers wrapped around it didn’t touch. The imagine was cut off at the neck, but Charlie could make out long hair against the neck, and it was blue, or maybe it was green, he couldn’t tell with the upper body in shadow. D&D Geek didn’t seem like boyfriend material, but then again, he doubted he rated as such to him. He knew looking on the site wasn’t about finding a boyfriend, so he had sent him a message, telling him he didn’t play Dungeons and Dragons, but he played chess and Go. Then he admitted to being a virgin, a guy looking to hook up for the first time. The first reply came the next day, then over the next two days, they messaged back and forth, getting more and more detailed, until Charlie confessed, he was only five foot one. D&D Geek told Charlie his name was Shaun, and how he liked shorter boys, but had only been with two guys, neither of which were particularly short. One was a classmate that freaked out about it and the other was a guy that lived in Charlie’s town who was twenty-five years old and lived in a mobile home in the Pine Forest Estates on the east side of town.

 

 

Charlie saw the red lights atop the grain elevator rising high over the dark horizon of pine trees that lined both sides of the road. He wondered if Shaun was already there, waiting on him, or would he be late, making Charlie wait. Would he show up at all, something Charlie feared the most, knowing he would take it as a rejection.

As they discussed online, he pulled around to the back of the row of grain silos, towering concrete structures, some connected, others close together, barely ten feet between them. He followed the drive for the trucks that came to unload grain until on the back side where he pulled off to the side.

With the engine shut off, he sat in the silence, seconds slowly ticking off. He kept looking for a silver Ford Escape, despite not being sure what a nine-year-old Escape looked like. Another look at his cellphone. Only a minute had passed. It didn’t help that he was early. He knew he should relax, but he was too anxious. He was meeting someone from online for the purposes of sex. This was no date. It wasn’t a coffee in town. It was a hook up, plain and simple, and he was excited and anxious and impatient.

“Fuck it,” Charlie uttered as he opened his door. The dome light seemed twice as bright as usual and he quickly climbed out and shut the door, bringing back the darkness. The only light was security lights that cut through the drive-thru for trucks and around the silos, casting dim light across the ground. He stood in the darkness, listening out for the sound of an approaching vehicle. All he heard was some mechanical sound, an air conditioning unit at the office building or some fan within the silo. He moved to the nearest silo, then strolled along the side of it, raking his fingers over the rough concrete. He walked past 4 silos, then felt too far from his car, and turned around. He moved slowly keeping alert to any sound. Once back at the silo near his car, he leaned against the wall, feeling some security within the darkness.

A vehicle was approaching, for he heard its tires crunch on the gravel drive then lights shine toward the back of the property as it came toward the silos. Just before the vehicle came around the end silo, the headlights switched off and Charlie saw a dark silhouette come into view. It was an SUV and looked like a light color the way the dim light shined off it until in the shadow of the silos. It pulled next to his car and shut off. When the driver’s door swung open, no dome light came on, keeping the driver concealed. Charlie watched him get out and stand up straight, looking his way.

“Charlie?”

“Yes. And you’re Shaun?”

“Yep.”

As Shaun approached, Charlie wondered what the protocol was for such a hook up. Would they chat a bit, or just go for it. Shaun moved past their vehicles and came to stand before him. Tall, lean, and hair slightly longer than the norm for most guys in the area. But the dress was wrong, not what he expected. A T-shirt and dark shorts instead of layers of clothing. Shaun was prepared. But so was he; Jeans with no underwear and a shirt that was old and worn and came easily unbuttoned.

“I’m glad you agreed to meet,” whispered Shaun.

“Me too,” Charlie replied as Shaun stepped closer and a hand cupped the back of his neck. It pulled him forward and he looked up to see Shaun leaning toward him and he closed his eyes as their lips pressed together.

Charlie moaned with his excitement. He was kissing another boy. He let their tongue enter his mouth. He let the hand on the back of his neck hold him firmly in place. And when the other hand touched his chest, he felt his cock stir, snaking down the right leg. The hand on his chest moved, side to side, then downward, slowly, over his undulating stomach, along the waistband of his jeans, then with a tug and pull, under his T-shirt, rubbing over his skin upward until rubbing the right nipple. He gasped for breath when Shaun moved from his lips, along the jaw down to the neck. He felt each kiss, each nip at the skin, and when tongue swirled around the curvature of his ear, he shivered.

As Shaun manipulated his ear and neck just below it, he felt the hand move downward again, this time slipping into his jeans. It pushed downward until fingers raked through the pubic hair above his cock. It stirred again and stretched out longer.

The hand came out of his jeans and moved over the front of them. The fingers found the base of his cock, and they worked their way down the right leg following its growing length.

“Goddamn, how big are you?” said Shaun.

Things happened quickly, too quickly for Charlie to keep up. Shaun pulled and tugged at his jeans until they were around his ankles. His T-shirt was roughly pulled over his head and he saw it fly out into the dark just before his attention was turned back to Shaun who had his cock in hand, stroking it.

Charlie closed his eyes to the feel of the hand on his cock. Then he sensed Shaun’s movement and opened his eyes to see the dark silhouette descend before him. He felt the kiss on the head, then the manipulation by the tongue. Over the head and the shaft until at the hand holding it at the base. The grip was tight, really tight, and he felt his cock flex and harden. He felt the mouth try to take what protruded through the hand, heard the choking and gagging, then the manipulation of the head of his cock until he was so aroused he was breathing hard.

“Let me have it,” exclaimed Shaun in a hushed cry.

Charlie looked down at the silhouette of the head, felt the mouth take the head of his cock, then the hand stroked his cock as the mouth sucked at the head. Shawn was going to get him off and he tilted his head back against the rough concrete silo and let his release build.

“Shaun…I’m going to come.”

The mouth held the head of his cock, tongue rubbing over it, as the hand stroked faster. He felt the surge of release, how it made his body tighten and breathing became labored. His cock swelled thicker, grew more sensitive, and he shoved it into Shaun’s mouth and pumped cum down the throat.

As his cock shot wad after wad, Shaun stroked the shaft while keeping his mouth locked around the spurting head. Charlie jerked and shuddered with the manipulation, until his cock dribbled out the last of his load and he feel back against the wall. Shaun stood before him and he realized Shaun was stroking his own cock, one Charlie had seen online. Six inches long and thick as a man’s wrist.

“Will you do me?” Shaun asked.

“Yes,” Charlie replied as he slid down the wall until squatting before Shaun’s cock.

Charlie took the cock, felt the way it filled his hand, and when he tugged on it, felt it flex and grow longer, thicker, until his fingers didn’t fit around it. He leaned forward and rubbed the head across his lips, over his cheeks and nose, so excited to have another’s cock he was breathless. He licked the head, sucked on it, and with lips wrapped around it, he pushed forward until he had over half of it and felt as if his jaw would come unhinged…and he pushed further.

Hands ran over his head as he moved his mouth back and forth. The hands gripped him by the hair and guided him to move faster, while taking more and more of the cock until he had nearly all of it.

“Jesus; I’m going to come,” uttered Shaun.

Charlie felt the cock swell thicker, then cum hit the back of his throat. He swallowed, and swallowed again, as wad after wad gushed from the cock. He took every wad, swallowing as fast as he could until Shaun pushed him to let go.

“Stop, stop, please…stop.”

Charlie looked up at the dark silhouette while licking his lips. He had taken a man’s load, and savored it while wondering if they could do it again. He was still hard and desperate for more.

Shaun helped Charlie to stand up, and they were soon kissing again. They tugged on each other’s cock, keeping them hard as they kissed, until Shaun pushed Charlie back.

“I want to try taking you,” said Shaun.

“Okay,” said Charlie, not sure he heard him right. Did Shaun want to be fucked, or did he want to fuck him. He wasn’t sure which Shuan meant, but he was willing either way. He pulled up his jeans as Shaun pulled up his shorts, and they held them up as Shaun led Charlie to the back of the SUV, where he raised the rear hatch. No light came on, and Charlie wondered if Shaun had pulled the fuse to prevent the interior lights from doing so.

Shaun dropped his shorts and stepped out of them, tossing them into the front seat. He turned to Charlie. “Loose the jeans,” he uttered, stooping down to help him get the jeans off. The jeans were dropped on the ground and Charlie looked at Shaun as he stood next to him. There was enough light to see the thick cock, the trail of hair from the pubic hair up to the navel, and the lean body. He watched him climb into the back of the SUV backward, lay back, and take each leg behind the knee holding them up and spread.

“Go on, Charlie, ease it into me. Put that fucking cock into my ass.”

Charlie moved up to the spread ass and he rubbed the tight opening, fingered it with one finger, then two, and finally three, stretching tit until Shaun was moaning.

“Charlie…stop teasing me. Put it in me.”

Charlie put his cock to the tight opening and pushed. He felt the tight squeeze on the head of his cock, then along the shaft as he pushed inch after inch into him. He pushed until a hand touched his thigh getting him to stop. After a minute, he pushed deeper, pushing until Shaun had every inch and his abdomen pressed against the ass.

“Fuck,” Shaun exclaimed as Charlie tugged his cock outward, slowly, inch by inch until half of it was exposed. He pushed inward, sinking most of it back into Shaun, and he kept moving, building up a good slow pace. He fucked Shaun, relishing how it felt, his cock working through the tightness.

He tightened his grip on each leg and increased his pace, pumping about half of his long cock through the tight opening. With a shift of his feet, he swung his hips more, tugged his cock nearly free of Shaun’s ass, then slammed it back into Shaun’s depths. Over and over, hips smacking against the ass, he hammered Shaun’s insides until he had to come again.

“I’m going to come.”

“Do it. Do it. Pump it in me,” said Shaun.

Charlie fucked as hard as he could, working his body until sweat trickled down his face and torso. He fucked until his muscles burned with his exertions, then he slammed into Shaun’s depths and came.

 

 

Charlie eased his long cock out of Shaun’s ass and stepped back, breathing hard and sweating. He watched Shaun slide out of the SUV and stand before him. He saw the thick cock was hard, sticking straight out. Shaun looked down and watched himself stroke it, then he looked toward Charlie.

“Can I do you?”

Charlie didn’t reply, instead he moved past Shaun and lay on his chest in the back of the SUV. He spread his legs. He reached back and spread his ass. Hands rubbed and kneaded his ass cheeks. Fingers rubbed up and down the crevice focusing on his tight opening. One finger penetrated him, then two, twisting and pumping until he loosened to their manipulation. When the fingers pulled out, he felt empty, desirous of the manipulation. He didn’t have to wait long when cock touched his opening. Thick, wide flared headed cock. It pushed against his tightness.

“Relax,” whispered Shaun. “Let me in.”

Charlie took a deep breath and relaxed, and the cock stretched him open and penetrated his ass. He moaned as Shaun pushed slowly into him. His hands quivered as inch after thick inch slid through his tightness. He was taking a man’s cock and his own cock flexed with his arousal.

Hands held his waist as Shaun began to fuck him. The tug outward and push back into his depths continued with an increasing pace. Suddenly hips smacked against his ass and his own cock hardened as it was pressed against the bumper of the SUV.

Shaun uttered obscenities, changed up his pace, slowing until Charlie felt every inch, then increasing his pace until banging Charlie’s ass. Shaun grew more physical, smacking the right ass cheek, then grabbing Charlie by the hair and pulling him upright and back against his chest as he kept up their fuck. Shaun reached around and took Charlie’s hard cock in hand, stroking it in rhythm with their fuck. Fast and rough, then slow and gentle, over and over, until the two of them were gasping for breath and close to coming again.

“Shaun…I’m going—”

Charlie never finished, for he shuddered and jerked, shoved his ass back on Shaun’s cock, and came. The hand stroking him became slick with cum as Shuan held still. He worked his hips, pushing his spurting cock through the slimy fist, then ass back on Shaun’s cock, over and over until he was spent.

Shuan pushed him to bend over, resting his chest in the back of SUV, and fucked him. Fucked him hard, hammering cock into his depths, desperate to come. It took only seconds, and Shaun was slamming into Charlie and shuddering with release.

 

 

Charlie watched the SUV pull around the silos heading back to the road as he sat in his car feeling cum wet the seat of his jeans. He could smell it on him, Shuan’s and his own. He started his car and headed home wondering if Shaun would want to hook up again, or if he should try someone else. If he was bold, he could meet up with someone the next night or whenever he felt the need to get off.

 

 

Two days later, Charlie met Shaun at the sandwich shop downtown. It was an odd feeling to be meeting publicly after their rendezvous two nights before. They talked vaguely about what they had done while waiting for their food. When the waiter set it before them, their conversation turned to gaming.

When finally finished and back out on the sidewalk, Shaun led Charlie away from those standing near the entrance and pulled him next to his SUV.

“You can say no, if you want to, but a guy I know wants us to come over. I kind of told him about the size of your cock and—”

“And he wants us to come over?” said Charlie.

“Yes. I don’t know who’ll be there. Might just be Harley, or he might have some other guys there too.”

“The guy that lives in the trailer park?”

“Yes, that’s him. Do you want to go?”

Charlie wanted to say no, that he just wanted to do it with Shuan, but he also felt excited about the prospect of doing it with others. He pictured porn where a guy was between two others, sucking cock while taking another in the ass. His own cock stirred at the thought of it.

“Yes, I’ll go. I’ll follow you.”

 

 

Charlie followed Shaun out to the east side of town, down Miller Road, and into the Pine Forest Estates, amused by such a name applied to an old mobile home park. He followed the SUV down a rutted drive toward the back, passing by mobile homes in various conditions, some looking well maintained and clean while others were filthy and in need of repair. Along the back lane, in the back corner, Shaun pulled in next to a Chevy truck and an old CJ5, one with just a bikini top. He pulled in close to Shaun to get out of the drive.

When he was standing in front of the Chevy truck waiting on Shaun, he could hear rock music coming from inside, and he took note of Harley’s mobile home. It was an old one, narrow, with siding in a color and pattern reflecting its age. But it was in good shape and appeared to have a new door and a porch that was in good shape and not trashed up with piles of junk.

“Come on, he’s expecting us,” said Shaun walking past him heading toward the porch.

Charlie followed Shaun up the three steps, across the small porch, and without knocking, into the trailer. Charlie saw the cluttered interior, old, mismatched furniture in the living and dining areas, and on the coffee table and side tables, empty beer bottles and short glasses, but what he saw first and foremost was Harley laid out in a Lazy Boy. Wearing nothing but flimsy grey gym shorts, the lean muscular body was on display, and with the flimsy shorts, the outline of a nice cock was visible too. Harley had short black hair, a smooth dark skin tone, a sleeve tattoo along the right arm, earrings in each ear, and bars in each nipple. He looked like a rowdy redneck and was somewhat surprised to think of Harley as gay.

“Hey guys,” said Harley. “So, this is Charlie.”

“Yes,” said Shaun.

“Nice to finally meet you. Shaun told me you’re a lot of fun,” said Harley with a knowing grin.

“Yeah,” Charlie replied, a nonsensical answer for he wasn’t sure what to say.

“Anthony should be out soon. He went to shower off,” said Harley.

“Anthony?” said Shaun.

“You know, the guy who has been coming over for a few months now. Nice body and cock, and goddamn can he suck and take a fuck.”

“He okay with us being here?” said Shaun.

“Oh, hell yeah. The more the merrier. Take a seat and we’ll wait on him to come out.”

Shaun moved around the coffee table and sat on the sofa and Charlie went to the armchair opposite Shaun and Harley. Charlie realized he could hear the shower once he listened for it, not paying attention to the banter between Shaun and Harley. He wondered if he would know the guy, or if he was someone who traveled through the area like some of the truckers and salesmen online.

After a few minutes, Charlie became aware of what Shaun and Harley were talking about, made apparent when Harley slipped his hand down the front of the shorts and tugged out a hardening cock.

“Go on, Shaun, take out that fat cock. Let me see it,” said Harley.

Shaun looked at Charlie and smiled. He leaned back, undid his jeans, and with ass raised, slipped them down to mid-thigh. He took his cock, tugged on it, manipulated it until it began to harden.

“Shit, that is a nice cock,” said Harley. “Isn’t it, Charlie?”

“Yes,” Charlie uttered in reply as he looked from Harley’s cock, about seven or eight inches long, over to Shaun’s, that would soon be to its full thick six inches. Charlie tugged on his own through his jeans, not yet ready to take it out, knowing Harley was waiting for him to do so. A door closed and Charlie realized the shower had stopped and this Anthony was coming toward them. He looked from Harley to Shaun then to the hall waiting for the guy to come into view. He grew wide-eyed, gasped when Tony came into the room, a white towel wrapped low on the waist. The hair was still wet and tousled and sexy.

Charlie saw the recognition, then watched Tony turn to Harley and Shaun, looking from exposed cock to the other.

“There he is,” said Harley. “Shaun has brought a guest.”

“I see,” said Tony turning back to Charlie.

“Hey,” said Charlie.

“Do you guys know each other?” said Harley.

“Yes,” uttered Tony.

Harley laughed, then turned to Shaun. “How about that?” He looked up at Tony while stroking his cock. “I assume you’ve seen Charlie’s cock?”

“Yes.”

“Is it as big as Shaun says?”

“I guess.”

“You guess?” said Harley, laughing again. “Why don’t you get Charlie to show us.”

Tony stared hard at Charlie, then he looked over at Harley who nodded for him to go on. He stepped forward, hesitated, then started forward again.

“And loose the towel,” said Harley.

Charlie watched Tony slip the towel from the waist and drop it on the floor. Naked, cock thicker, longer than it had been in P.E. but it was still flaccid; would be bigger yet once  erect. He watched Tony drop to knees and knee-walk up between his legs. Hands slid up his thighs as Tony leaned in close, only inches between their faces.

“Do you want this?” said Tony.

Charlie wondered what he meant. Was it Tony’s cock, or Tony to take his cock, or was it the whole scene with Harley, Shaun, and him.

“Do you want to do it with me?” said Tony, leaning in closer, so damn close Charlie could see the vivid blue iris surrounding the black pupil.

Charlie knew he wanted it, felt his heart racing with anticipation and his cock stir with his growing arousal.

“Do you want to do it with me?” whispered Charlie, low enough the others didn’t hear.

Tony leaned in, kissed Charlie on the neck, up to the right ear, then along the smooth jaw until pressing lips against Charlie’s. Charlie kissed him back, opened to the kiss. He felt hands move from his thighs to his crotch with fingers searching out his cock. The fingers squeezed it working from base to head. He moaned and when a hand came to his chest pushing him to lean back, he did as guided gasping for breath as Tony moved lips down his chest, stomach, down until pressing against his growing cock. He felt trapped in his jeans. He wanted to be free of them. When Tony undid his jeans, button, then zipper, he watched skin then pubic hair come into view. Tony spread his jeans open until the base of his cock was visible, and he raised his ass so Tony could tug them down freeing it. His cock lay to the side, nearly ten inches long, and not yet hard.

“Jesus, that is a big cock,” exclaimed Harley.

Charlie looked up to see Harley on his feet. He watched him go to Shaun, drop to knees and slide up between spread legs. With the way the head moved, Charlie knew Harley was sucking Shaun’s cock. He gasped and pushed upward, feeling Tony’s mouth on his own cock.

Charlie turned back to Tony, seeing the muscular jock holding his cock at the base while working the rest into the mouth. Expertly, Tony pushed down until lips touched the hand, held still a second, then slowly dragged lips back up to the head. Charlie got hard, cock at its full length, as he watched Tony suck it. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open revealing his lean body, and Tony ran a hand over it, rubbing his smooth skin, then manipulating one nipple then the other. Charlie moaned and shivered with the manipulation, and he cried out when Tony pinched down and twisted the left nipple. He thrust upward, choking Tony on his cock then fell still as Tony moved up and down the upper part of it, drooling and slobbering over it until it glistened wetly.  

A shadow fell over Charlie, and he looked up to see Harley and Shaun standing next to them, watching Tony’s mouth move on his cock.

“Goddamn Tony, suck that cock,” said Harley.

“Yeah…suck…” stammered Shaun. He leaned over and kissed Charlie while running a hand down the chest and stomach. “Pump it into the cocksucker’s mouth,” Shaun whispered with a devilish tone.

Charlie felt the building of his release. He was breathing hard and began to pump his hips, pushing cock into Tony’s mouth. When Shaun pulled back from kissing him, their lips barely touching, Charlie uttered “I’m going to come.”

As Shaun and Harley watched, Charlie pumped his hips upward as Tony pushed mouth down on his cock. He pumped his hips faster and Tony held still taking the fuck of the mouth until Charlie couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck,” Charlie cried out as his cock erupted in the suctioning mouth. He pumped wad after wad into the mouth until some drooled down Tony’s chin, and he kept pumping his cock into the mouth until finally spent.

As Tony licked his cock clean, Shaun leaned over and kissed him. When Shaun grunted then rocked roughly against his lips, Charlie opened his eyes to see Harley fucking him. He felt Tony moving, climbing over his lap and when a hard curved eight-inch cock pushed against Shaun’s face, Shaun turned to it and took it in the mouth. Charlie watched Shaun suck Tony as Tony moved awkwardly over his lap. He felt a hand take his cock and hold it up, then he felt a press down on the head as Shaun sucked Tony and took Harley’s fuck.

Tony was going to sit on his cock, and Charlie struggled to hold still, knowing not to shove upward despite how much he wanted to. He felt the pressure on the head of his cock, then the squeeze of Tony’s ass sliding down over it.

 

 

Tony

When he had arrived at Harley’s he had been filthy after working at the shop. Harley told him Shaun and some other guy with a big cock was coming over and to go get a shower. He had heard of Shaun, how he had a fat cock, one that would make a man’s jaw feel unhinged or his ass feel split open. Harley had bragged about getting off while letting Shaun fuck the shit out of me. He wondered if he could take Shaun’s cock, then he wondered about the other guy coming over. A big cock, Harley had said, and it made him think of the largest cock he had ever seen. One he had been denied the opportunity to mess around with, for it had recently, his senior year, when he had first laid eyes on the monstrous thing. It had been a shock to find out Charlie Keller, barely over five feet tall, possessed such a huge cock.

It had taken all the restraint he could muster not to let the other guys see his lust for Charlie’s cock. He tried not to look at it when Charlie had finally stopped trying to hide it after a couple of days of swimming in P.E. He remembered how Charlie did nothing to conceal it by week’s end, letting everyone who wanted to look do so. And it was not lost on Tony how many looked.

In the shower he manipulated his cock until half hard, then made himself finish up and get out. He toweled off, drying his hair as best he could with the towel, then he started to hang it up and put on the clean clothes he had brought over. Instead, he knew the towel was more appropriate for a night at Harley’s, and he tied it around his waist and headed to the living room for the night’s fucking to begin, wondering if Shaun and the other guy had made it. When he entered the hall, he saw Shaun on the sofa and Harley in his chair, both with cock outs stroked up hard. The night was underway, and he was late for the party.

He strolled down the hall, tempting to toss the towel to the floor on the way. He came into the living room and froze. He was holding his breath while staring across the narrow room where Charlie Keller sat manipulating a hard cock through jeans tight enough to reveal its size. Charlie. With the huge cock. At Harley’s, where there was no mistaking why anyone was there. He turned to Shaun and Harley watching them stroke their cocks. It wasn’t a dream, some fantasy, but it was real. An opportunity to fuck around with Charlie was before him.

 

 

Tony couldn’t believe how the night was unfolding. He had sucked Charlie Keller’s cock, taking the punk’s load and found himself wanting more. He watched Shaun lean over and kiss Charlie which made him feel envious…or was it jealously. He watched Harley enter Shaun and just start to fuck. He stroked Charlie’s still hard cock, slid his hand from the base all the way up to the head feeling Charlie shiver when he rubbed his hand over it. He wanted more of Charlie’s cock, wanted to feel it inside him, boring into his depths. He moved over Charlie’s lap, knees each side of the legs, until he was pushing his cock into Shaun’s face. When Shaun moved from kissing Charlie to sucking his cock, he moaned with the pleasure of it. He reached back and held Charlie’s cock while moving his ass down to it.

Letting his weight carry him, he felt the arrow shaped head against his ass, until he finally opened to it. He shuddered as his ass stretched open letting the cock enter him, and he eased down, slowly, taking inch after inch, determined to take all of it.

Shaun sucked his cock then kissed Charlie, moving back and forth between them as Harley fucked him. He eased down further, wondering how a cock could be so big. He eased down until finally sitting in Charlie’s lap, breathless, relishing the fullness of the penetration. He wiggled his ass on Charlie’s cock and felt a bit of fear at the depth of penetration. A fear that made his cock flex, then fill Shaun’s mouth with cum.

Shaun was pulled back, maneuvered around and pushed down on the sofa. He watched Harley enter Shaun, grab the ankles and push them to the back of the sofa, and just fuck, hard, smacking against the upturned ass. He watched Harley’s ass pump cock into Shaun, then he turned to Charlie who stared up, mouth open, gasping for breath. He touched the smooth boyish face, raked his thumb over the lips, then pushed two fingers into the mouth feeling Charlie suck them. As Charlie sucked his fingers he rose, upward, feeling inch after inch tug at his opening. He was nearly upright on his knees and his own cock in Charlie’s face. He slipped his fingers from the mouth and stroked his cock. When Charlie leaned forward, he let go, letting the mouth take him. He moved down until his cock nearly slipped free, then moved back up, over and over. He kept it up until Charlie leaned back and pushed deep into his ass, and he held still letting Charlie fuck him. His cock flopped around as Charlie slammed cock into his depths.

Knowing Charlie was struggling to keep up the pace of his fuck, Tony climbed off the cock and pulled Charlie to his feet. He helped him strip off the jeans and lose the shirt. He took him by the hand and led him to the hall, down its narrow passage to the bedroom at its end. He pulled the covers back from the unmade bed and lay back on it, urging Charlie to follow, to move down over him. He held up his legs behind the knees and watched Charlie hold that huge cock out and move to his ass. He felt the first touch, the rub across his ass, then the penetration. He moaned and grunted at the way the cock seemed to go on forever as it sank into him, inch after unimaginable inch, until Charlie was pressed against his ass.

“Charlie; fuck me.”

Charlie grabbed his legs at the knees and pushed forward until thighs were pressing against his chest and cock moved inside him like a piston, pushing into his depths and tugging outward until his own cock hovered over his stomach. He was shocked and aroused by the furious pace Charlie quickly established, hammering his insides until hips banged against his ass. It was loud, how flesh smacked flesh and the bed banged against the wall.

“Goddamn, Charlie, fuck his ass,” said Harley as he led Shaun into the room where they stood by the bed with dripping flaccid cocks.

Tony saw Charlie’s eyes cut over to Harley then turn their attention back to him. They stared at him with determination and desire, or was it just lust, pure, selfish, wanton lust. He didn’t care as cock penetrated him to the point, he was breathless. His cock was drooling onto his stomach and his nut sac drawn up tight, nuts on either side of his hard cock. His moans reverberated in rhythm with Charlie’s banging against his ass. He wondered how long their fuck could last. It was too furious, too physical, but he didn’t want Charlie to slow; he wanted him to keep it up. To fuck him to the point of release.

“Don’t stop. Keep going,” said Tony as he put his hands on Charlie’s narrow waist. He felt the movement of their fuck through his fingers, how the body moved over him, how it pushed down on his legs, and how it pushed into his depths.

Charlie rose to his knees and took Tony’s legs, holding them tight to his chest. Tony clutched at the bed as Charlie resumed their fuck, shoving into his depths, over and over until he wanted to come. He wanted to come so bad with Charlie’s cock inside him he looked over at Shaun with pleading eyes.

Shaun moved to Tony, crawled on the bed next to him and sucked his cock. There was no teasing it or manipulation, just put mouth on it and sucked as Charlie fucked his ass.

“I’m going to come,” uttered Charlie.

“Yes, come, pump it in him,” said Harley.

But Tony came first, cock spurting wad after wad into the suctioning mouth as his ass spasm around Charlie’s cock. He shuddered and jerked with each ejaculation and clutched tight to the bed.

“Fuck!” Charlie cried out, slamming cock into Tony and shuddering with his own release. He thrust with short jabs, trying to push cock deeper into Tony as it spurt wad after wad into him.

 

 

Charlie

Charlie followed Shaun out of the trailer, but as he went down the porch steps the door swung open.

“Charlie!”

He turned to see Tony coming toward him in jeans that were riding so low it was obvious Tony rushed to put them on sans underwear. He tried not to stare, to reveal how much he was attracted to him.

“Yeah?”

“Look, I…”

“Don’t worry Tony, I won’t tell anyone.”

“That’s not it.”

“No?”

“What are you doing tomorrow for lunch. Can we, if you’re willing, have lunch and talk?”

“Sure Tony,” Charlie replied wondering what Tony wanted to talk about. A few minutes ago, they were fucking without any comment about their past, how Charlie had feared the jock and lusted after him too. Or how Tony had seemed to hold him in disdain, someone not worthy of his group of jock friends. He looked at the low-slung jeans picturing the cock within them, he scanned upward over the flat stomach and muscular chest, until looking into the face, one he wasn’t sure he was reading right. But if Tony wanted to meet for lunch, he wasn’t going to say no despite his reservations.

“The Speed Shop, at noon?”

The bar and grill on the south side of town, the place that took over the old Ace Hardware building, adding outdoor decks and porches doubling the seating capacity. A place for a burger or sandwich and if old enough a beer or cocktail.

“Sure, I’ll see you there.”

Charlie turned and headed across the small yard toward his car, Shaun was in his SUV, engine running, waiting on him to move since he was parked behind him. As he walked along the SUV, the passenger window went down.

“What did Tony want?”

“Just to meet for lunch tomorrow.”

“He likes you.”

“I doubt that.”

“Okay, whatever you say. Now go move your car so I can get home.”

“Yes, sir,” Charlie replied sarcastically as the window raised back in place.

 

 

Charlie followed a couple into the restaurant, looking around for Tony. A hand waving near the back caught his eye, and he saw it was Tony in a booth. He made his way around the bar and past a few tables, sliding into the booth opposite Tony. The waiter was at the table before Charlie was in place, and they ordered drinks, and when the drinks were delivered, they each ordered a burger. When the waiter stepped away, Charlie glanced around to see if he recognized anyone, then turned to Tony.

“You didn’t have to work at the shop?” said Charlie.

“No, I’m off until Monday. I guess you’re just enjoying the summer until you leave for college.”

“It feels more like I’m biding my time.”

“Are you excited about going to college?”

“Yes, for I hope to, you know, be myself.”

“You can’t do that here?”

Charlie scoffed, then looked around to see if anyone heard him. He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Are you kidding? What do you think people would say if they knew about last night?”

Tony nodded, knowing the truth of what Charlie had said. “So going to college will let you be open about being gay?”

Charlie looked around afraid someone might have overhead Tony. “Keep it down and yes, I do. What about you? Are you going to live here openly, or will you move one day, or worse, live a lie?”

“I’m not going to live with someone in some fake relationship.”

“No? You dated girls in high school.”

“Yes, you’re right but I never let it go very far and in our last year, I stopped dating altogether the last three months.”

“You did?”

“Yes.”

“So, you’re…”

“Gay? Wasn’t it obvious last night?”

“Well, you could be bi or something.”

“I guess, but no, I’m not bi or something.”

“Did you…enjoy last night?”

“With you?”

Charlie tensed up, thinking he was about to hear a truth he didn’t want to know.

“Yeah.”

“Yes. I enjoyed messing around with you.”

“What about Shaun…or Harley?”

“Shaun is fun, as you know, but Harley…he’s…an instigator, and yes, if you want to know, we’ve messed around some but he’s not serious. He just loves to hook up and mess around. I think he has six or seven guys who visit him different times of the month.”

“Wow, that many. A month ago, I would have sworn there were not that many guys in the area that were willing.”

“You didn’t go online?”

“Yes, but Shaun is the only person I dared to contact. And most I saw seemed to be just traveling through. Do you have a profile?”

“Yes, but I’m not telling you what it is.”

“And I won’t tell you mine.”

“I know what your profile looks like. I found it last night when I got home.”

“You looked for it?”

Tony shrugged his shoulders.

The waiter came to their table with their order, placing a plate before each of them. When he stepped away, Tony squeezed out some ketchup, then handed the bottle off to Charlie.

“What did you want to talk about?” said Charlie.

“Nothing much. I just wondered if you would like to get together before you leave for college. Just the two of us?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You have about two months before you leave, right?”

“Close to that,” Charlie replied, wondering how to respond to Tony. He wanted more than anything to hook up with him for the summer, and when he was honest with himself, a moment of truth, he wanted more from Tony, thinking it impossible. Tony seemed destined to remain in town and he was leaving this place for good, coming back only during the summers and holidays while in college and afterward, wherever he could get a good job with the possibility of a social life. “I would enjoy getting together when you are free.”

“How about tonight? Do you have plans?”

“No…no plans.”

“Will you come over to my place?”

“Your place? Have you already moved out of your parent’s?”

“Yes. I got a place at the Leighton Apartments.”

“The apartments near the new library?”

“Yes. So, you want to come over?”

“What time?”

“Seven? We can have pizza and watch a movie…or something,” said Tony, grinning at Charlie across the table.

“Okay.”

 

 

Charlie pulled into the apartment complex that consisted of four buildings with parking on the front and along the rear of the property with a small courtyard area between them. He climbed out of his car and headed across the drive toward the stairs. He was wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt, garments that hung loose on his small frame and let his cock swing enticingly around. He felt aroused by it. He climbed the stairs and headed down the breezeway to the apartment that faced the courtyard. The door was open, and Charlie could make out the red shirt of the pizza delivery guy from the place nearby.

“Thanks,” the pizza deliver guy replied, then stepped out as Charlie came to the door.

“Just in time,” said Tony holding the door open for Charlie to enter.

Charlie looked at the bare upper body and the flimsy gym shorts wondering if there was anything on underneath them, doubting it by they way the cock was so obvious. He wondered what the pizza delivery guy thought, or if he had even noticed.

“Grab a seat and I’ll get us some napkins and something to drink. You want coke or water?”

“Coke.”

Charlie moved into the sparsely furnished apartment, taking a seat on the sofa, the only place to sit. There was a coffee table, one end table with a lamp on it, and on the side wall, two crates with a board across them with a television on top. The small dining area next to the even smaller kitchen was empty.

“When did you move in?” said Charlie as Tony came around the coffee table, placing the pizza and napkins on coffee table, then held out a can of coke.

“Last week and as you can see, I don’t have much furniture.”

“Do you have a bed?”

Tony smiled. “You bet. I’ll show you after we eat.”

 

 

Charlie wanted to slow things down, not have sex like at Harley’s. He had let Tony lead him to the bedroom, and he stopped Tony from getting him on the bed first. Instead, he guided Tony to sit on the bed as he went to his knees before him. He ran his hands up the thighs, under the legs of the shorts where he soon was fondling the cock and balls. No underwear. He toyed with Tony, manipulating the cock until it was half hard. He leaned forward and mouthed it through the shorts, feeling it flex and grow harder. He took the shorts by the waistband and with Tony lifting his ass, slid them down and off each foot. He rubbed his hands up the legs and along each thigh, feeling their muscular form, as he leaned forward and licked the cock, dragged his tongue along its length, then swirled it over the head.

“Oh…yeah,” Tony uttered.

Charlie mouthed the nut sac, tugged on it, then dragged his tongue from the base of the cock to the head where he slipped it into his mouth. He worked his mouth over the head then pushed down, slowly, controlling his breathing, as he sank every inch into his mouth. Tony shivered. He worked his mouth up and down the cock, lips tight around it, until Tony was pushing upward.

He pulled off the cock letting drool run down his chin. “Roll over on your stomach.” As Tony began to move, he stood up letting his gym shorts fall around his ankles. He removed his T-shirt, tossing it to the floor as Tony settled on his stomach. He stepped out of the shorts and climbed onto the bed.

Tony lay his head on a pillow and spread his legs, giving Charlie room to slip down between them. Charlie kissed the ass cheeks, spread them apart with his hands and dragged his tongue along the crevice making Tony moan and push ass up against his tongue.

Charlie tongued Tony’s ass until it was wet, and he worked his tongue over the tight opening, then licked upward until at the top of the ass. He slipped the fingers of his right hand to the tight opening and penetrated it with his middle finger while kissing the lower back. He worked the finger inside Tony, then he worked the index and middle finger into him, twisting and turning them until the opening loosened around them.

“Charlie…please…fuck me,” uttered Tony.

Charlie moved over Tony; the larger, more muscular frame impossible to cover but he worked his cock to the spread ass and breached its tight opening. Tony moaned and pushed upward as he pushed down, sinking his cock into him. He eased into Tony until his hips were pressed against the ass. He held still, letting Tony loosen to the penetration, and when he felt him push upward, he smiled, then began to fuck.

Charlie raised his hips until his cock nearly slipped free, then pushed it back into him, faster and faster, building up a brutal pace. His hips smacked against the ass and the bed squeaked and rocked beneath them. He let his arousal push him along too fast, and he pulled out of Tony and flipped around, sitting next to him.

“Tony.”

Tony looked over and smiled, then rose on elbows, leaned over Charlie’s lap and sucked his cock. With lips tight around it, Tony moved his head up and down until Charlie was pushing him off it.

“Tony, stop. Not yet.”

As Tony climbed to his knees, Charlie scooted down on the bed, lay on his back, and raised his legs. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Tony.”

Tony took his legs and roughly pulled them against the chest. Cock slapped his ass, then pressed against his opening. He clutched at the bed as Tony penetrated him, pushed into his ass until half the eight-inch cock was inside him.

“Fuck you’re tight,” exclaimed Tony.

Charlie twisted and arced his back, pushed his ass onto the cock, and begged Tony to fuck him. Tony moved over him as his legs wrapped around the waist. Tony began to fuck. It was a slow gentle fuck; one Charlie could feel every inch move inside him. How Tony pushed into his depths then tugged outward, slipping free at times only to penetrate his opening again sinking all eight inches into his depths. He threw his arms over his head and pushed against the wall as cock bore into him. He felt alive, more so than ever before. His cock was rock hard and drooling on his stomach. His body felt feverish, hot, as sweat beaded up on it. He looked up at Tony seeing the glistening skin and sweat trickling down the face. He looked at the abs flex with Tony’s movements.

Tony rose and took his legs behind the knees and folded him half until his knees were buried in the mattress either side of his chest. Tony moved over him and buried cock into his ass and began to long dick him, pull nearly out, then shove every inch into his depths and hips banged against his upturned ass.

“Jesus; fuck me. Fuck me, Tony,” Charlie cried out as Tony hammered his ass.

Far too soon, Tony was buried in his ass and trying to jam cock even deeper as he shuddered and jerked with his release. Then he slow fucked Charlie with his spent cock until it was too sensitive to continue. He pulled out and moved over Charlie, straddling the small waist.

“My turn, mother fucker,” said Tony playfully.

Everything was a blur, the room just a space that held their sex, nothing about it perceptible. Just Tony over him. Tony holding his cock. Tony easing down on it. Tony fucking himself on it.

The big muscular body moved up and down, faster, rougher, smacking down on Charlie almost knocking the breath out of him, and he clutched at the bed and held on, letting Tony push him to the edge. Tony stroked his own cock while keeping up a brutal pace, working ass up and down on Charlie’s cock. He leaned back, stretched out his body and worked his ass on Charlie’s cock, working it up and down almost every inch of the monstrous thing until the bed squeaked and rocked beneath them. Charlie held Tony by the ankles, hands tight around each one as he struggled to hold still. He watched Tony’s ass move on his cock, furiously up and down, at times smacking down on his abdomen. He was breathless and burning up, but not nearly as much as Tony. Gasping and heaving for breath, Tony kept up a brutal pace. Sweat covered him, trickled from the wet hair and down the chest. And not once did he slow the stroking of his own cock or how fast he fucked his ass on Charlie’s cock.

“FUCK!” Tony yelled out.

Charlie watched Tony come, the cock spurting a thick rope of cum across Tony’s face, then rained it down on the chest and stomach. The smell of it hit his nose and he threw his head back, arched his back, and shoved upward, erupting in the ass riding his cock.

 

 

The shower ran hot, steaming up the small bathroom. Tony faced the wall, his legs spread wide apart taking Charlie once again. For a long time, Charlie fucked him, worked cock into the loosened ass until the water grew cold and Charlie finally came, shoving into Tony’s depths pumping out another load.

 

As Charlie dressed Tony watched him, towel wrapped around the waist.

“You sure you can’t stay the night?” said Tony.

Charlie heard the pleading tone of the question, and he pulled out his cellphone and called his dad.

“Hey, I’m at a friend’s house gaming. Is it alright if I stay the night? Okay. Thanks dad.”

Charlie ended the call and looked across the room. “He said I was eighteen and could make my own decisions, that I would be doing so at college. But then he added I did need to let them know so they wouldn’t worry.”

“Seems fair enough,” said Tony.

Charlie dropped his shirt back on the floor. “Loose the towel. I want to feel you against me.” He stripped off his shorts and climbed on the bed. Tony moved next to him they spooned together, Tony holding Charlie against his chest.

 

 

For the rest of the summer, it was just Tony. Charlie messaged Shaun, got together on occasion for lunch, but when it came to sex, it was always with Tony. He spent far too many nights with him, knowing come August, leaving would be difficult. Tony didn’t speak of it, only made vague comments or asked simple questions about him going to college. When was he leaving? Would he make it home some weekend? When was his break for the holidays?

There was never any comment by either of them about their relationship. For Charlie it was too much to ask of Tony. Waiting for him while in college seemed selfish. Tony should meet others, find someone who would be with him, instead of away at college.

When the day came, his car packed with clothes, toiletries, a new backpack, and on the carrier on back, a new bicycle, he kept putting off leaving. He expected Tony to come tell him goodbye, but after a while, he gave up, knowing Tony was not coming.

 

 

Tony

He was parked down a side street behind a small Nissan watching out for Charlie’s car. He kept checking his watch, wondering what was taking him so long. He was supposed to be on the road by nine. The minutes ticked off slowly as he watched for the grey Accord. The wait was agonizing for in the idle time, he thought of Charlie and their summer together. He tried not to think how he liked Charlie, maybe even loved him. He never dared say it aloud. Charlie had a future, a pathway to a good life, first a college degree, then a good job in some city. He had a job at a mechanic’s shop making decent money, but nothing to brag about. He would be a hinderance to Charlie, someone who would hold him back. He couldn’t do that to him.

He wondered what it would be like with Charlie gone. He pictured his time before Charlie, those few months of hooking up with Harley and Shaun, and that farm boy from Lancaster County. Would he fall back into that routine of just hooking up with the guys. Could he do it and be satisfied, or did he even want to.

Charlie had a goal, the pursuit of a life elsewhere. Of living in a place more open and with greater opportunities for a social life. Of being able to walk down a sidewalk holding your boyfriend’s hand. Maybe he should think about moving too. Do like Charlie and look for a place he could live openly.

Tony looked at his cellphone, tempted to call Charlie and ask what was taking him so long. It was an idiotic idea, and he scoffed at his foolishness. He looked up just in time to see the grey Accord pass through the intersection.

Charlie was finally on his way. It made him feel breathless and he fought back the tears. He had not cried in such a long time; he wasn’t about to do it now. He wiped at his eyes, started his Jeep, and swung around going in the opposite direction.

 

 

Charlie

Charlie drove around town looking at all the familiar places. Nothing had changed in the three and half months he had been at college. But it was different. He drove down Main Street, seeing people strolling along the sidewalks or rushing into a shop or restaurant out of the cold. He had eaten lunch at home then told his parents he was going to ride around for a little while. He wondered if he was being foolish, maybe a bit clingy, but he couldn’t stop himself. He drove out to the shop where Tony worked and pulled in at the office. He sat for a minute, looking at the rolling doors of the bays, all down to keep out the cold thus preventing him from seeing if Tony was working. He saw the owner enter the small office and take a seat behind the high counter. He climbed out and headed inside to see if Tony was working. If not, he would ride out to the apartment complex.

A bell rang when he pushed through the old wooden door and the owner looked up.

“Can I help you?”

“I was wondering if Tony was working today. I’m home for the holidays and just stopped by to say hello.”

“Tony? He left back in September.”

“Left?”

“Yep. Came in one morning and turned in his notice and the day after his last day on the job, he was high tailing it out of town. Not sure where he went.”

“I see,” Charlie replied. But he didn’t. It shocked him to hear Tony was gone.

“You may check at his folk’s place. Might be home for the holidays.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that. Thanks.”

Charlie climbed back into his car and started it up. He sat still letting the car idle trying to wrap his head around the fact Tony moved away. He wanted to know why Tony didn’t tell him, call him or at least send him a text message, then he considered how he hadn’t contacted him while at college. He had let Tony go, thinking it best, and now he regretted it. He pulled up Tony’s number and listened to the recording telling him the number was no longer in service.

He pulled out of the parking lot and drove to the Braybrooke’s place, hoping to see the old Jeep in the driveway. He cut across town, driving as fast as he dared. He drove back through downtown and to the neighborhood south of it. He wheeled left onto 23rd Street, going into a neighborhood of brick ranch homes and split levels. He crossed Magnolia Avenue, then turned left again on Haywood Avenue, trying to remember the address. He had seen the house only once and worried he might not recognize it, but after going about half a block, he saw the ranch house with the stone entry way and the two-car garage on the right side. The garage door was up and an Expedition was parked inside it, and in the drive a F-150 truck and behind the SUV, an Escape, one like Shaun drove last summer. He pulled in telling himself he would say he was a friend from high school and wondered if Tony was home for the holidays.

 

 

Charlie climbed back into his Accord and watched Mrs. Braybrooke close the front door. He found himself fighting back tears and felt foolish about it. He was a grown man and knew how they had left it at summer’s end. He backed out of the drive, gave the house one more look, and drove away.

Tony? He isn’t coming home for the holidays. Said he had to work.

His address? He said not to give it to anyone.

She had not explained why Tony cut off any contact, and when he began to push her, she had politely told him she was sorry and stepped back inside letting him know the conversation was over.

It felt wrong, a relationship to end in such a manner, but he knew he was as responsible for it as anyone. He drove around, working out his feelings about it, trying to find what closure he could. He drove around town, cutting through one neighborhood after the next. Eventually he found himself driving into the Pine Forest Estates, going past the familiar mobile homes until in the back of the park where he pulled up to Harley’s place.

As he parked next to the Chevy truck and about to climb out he saw Harley come out. He lowered his window as Harley approached him with a smile.

“Well, if it isn’t the college boy returned for the holidays,” said Harley.

“Hey Harley. How have you been?”

“Good. I found this hot little farm boy from Lancaster County. It seems Tony and he had messed around back in the spring, and he came looking for a bit of companionship.”

Charlie smiled despite the reference to Tony. “You haven’t changed.”

“Nope. Don’t plan on it. I’ll fuck my way to old age, then get me a dog and hang out on the porch satisfied with a fun filled life.”

Charlie laughed with Harley, glad to see someone who enjoyed life no matter what came their way.

“I bet you’re going to ask me about Tony?” said Harley.

“Yes. Do you know where he moved?”

“Sorry, I have no idea. I didn’t know he had moved away until I went to have the truck serviced. Quite a surprise.”

“Yes, it is.”

“How’s college?” said Harley, changing the subject.

“It’s good. Not as tough as I feared.”

“Getting any dick?”

Charlie chuckled, shaking his head. “No, Harley, not yet.” Then he fell silent, struggling to hold the smile.

Harley looked up and sighed, then turned back to Charlie. “Look, I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but I know it had to be serious for Tony to only be with you for the rest of the summer.

“Charlie…if I hear from him or find out where he is at, I’ll let you know.” Harley took out his cellphone and after bringing up a new contact page, handed it to Charlie. “Give me your number and I’ll text if I find out anything.”

Charlie took the phone. “Thanks Harley.”

 

 

Christmas break came to an end and Charlie found himself back on campus. For weeks he moped around, texted Harley to see if he found out anything. Then he wanted to move on, to push everything to the side, and he began to look at other guys, to make eye contact or smile at a guy who acknowledged him. He went online finding so many profiles of guys at the college, he didn’t know where to begin. Eventually he hooked up, a guy in his dorm one floor down. Ricky from Tampa, Florida, five foot eight, average lean build, dirty blonde hair and a surf boy image complete with shell necklace and a tan skin tone. Then there was Tyler from his World History class, who was from Portland, Oregon. Then the art major, Paul, who was five foot nine, a shockingly muscular build and long black hair and a complete bottom who begged to be fucked hard.

For his first summer break, he took a job on campus, making excuses to his parents about only coming home a few times on weekends. Sophomore year he focused on his classes, fucked around whenever the felt the urge, some need for sex, which was happening more often, until it was every weekend and sometimes during the week. He lost count of the guys and didn’t begin to try to remember their names.

During the Christmas break, he went home and stayed in, playing board games and cards with his parents, watched old movies, or laid around reading. He made no attempt to see if Tony was home for the holidays, but one night, he drove out to Harley’s. He had sat on the sofa, jeans and boxers around his ankles watching Harley, then Shaun suck him off. As much as he wanted it to be just for fun, a playful evening with old hook-ups, the memory of Tony having been a part of their last time made it not as enjoyable, and he quickly left after coming in Shaun’s mouth.

Junior year passed quickly, Charlie living in the dorm as he had the previous years, hooking up with one guy after the next. When his senior year arrived, he felt it, the possibilities for his future after college. Only two semesters and he would be finished with college. For the first few weeks he hooked up with a few guys, but at a Halloween party thrown by one of the frat houses, he met Jacob, an Environmental Sciences major, that he would slip into a relationship, one involving date nights, going to movies or out to eat at restaurants with table clothes on the tables and waiters nicely dressed in black.  At the approaching Christmas break, they traded gifts, a first for Charlie, and made love for most of the night.

Charlie tried to make Jacob the one. Someone he could see having a life together after college. But as much as they loved each other and enjoyed a good relationship, there was something off. He knew the biggest problem was where they saw themselves after college. Jacob wanted to travel the world, live in remote areas studying the environmental effects of climate change and man’s pollution. Jacob talked of living on research vessels on the ocean or in remote islands or mountain regions in one country or the next. It sounded adventurous, wild in some ways, but to Charlie when he really considered it, it was too isolated from others for him. He wanted an urban life, to be around people.

They broke up halfway through Spring semester, but remained friends until graduation, with promises to stay in touch.

 

 

Charlie found himself back at home after graduation, sitting at the dining table. Spread out before him were three letters from companies ready to offer him a job. He pushed the one on the right around, wondering if he should take it. It was the best offer, and it wasn’t far away; it was in Atlanta. He rotated the letter with his index finger wondering why he was hesitating to take it. He looked at the second letter. It was at a company in the Research Triangle near Raleigh-Durham, but it would be the lowest pay, and the last interview had left him doubting the position. He pushed the letter away and slid the third one over. He stared at it unable to dismiss it. The pay would be good, but it would be the biggest move. He remembered what Tyler had said about Portland, where the company was located. A city people moved to for the lifestyle it offered. He stared at the offer until he lost focus of the words.

“Charlie, you still don’t know which one to accept?” said his mom, coming to the table and sitting opposite.

“I know I’m not taking the job in North Carolina.”

“Okay, that leaves two.”

“The one in Atlanta is a good offer. A really good offer, but…”

“But it is not the one your heart tells you to go with.”

“But Portland is so far away.”

“Charlie.”

He looked up at his mother wondering what she was going to say.

“I’m so proud of you, and I’ll…we will accept whatever you decide. If it is the job in Portland that attracts you, then you should take it.”

Charlie smiled, nodding his head.

 

 

With his backpack slung over a shoulder; Charlie walked up the hill on his way to work. He had been in Portland for a week, and still had not gotten accustomed to living in the city where he could walk to work. He had been in the city for two weeks, the first week getting settled into an apartment then scoping out the city. He had walked his neighborhood, discovered restaurants, bakeries, a vinyl record store, and a bookstore that left him in awe the first time he walked into it.

He entered the old historic building, going up to the fourth floor where his company had offices, and sat at his desk still feeling like he was living in a dream. He worked with two others on developing a report to be presented at the end of the month. As the greenest of the three, he had the grunt work, looking up data and doing most of the typing. But he was learning how to approach a topic in a manner different from college, and the research involved going into sites he had never heard of, so he read through them with a relish.

“Hey Charlie, some of us are going to Seattle on Saturday. You want to go?” said Phillip, one of the other new hires.

“I’d like to, but I need to watch my spending. I’ve got to have my car serviced.”

“That old Accord giving you problems?”

“I think the alternator is going out.”

“You better get that fixed or it’ll leave you stranded somewhere,” said Mr. Hoffman, his boss, coming up behind Phillip.

“Yes, sir.”

“Why don’t you take time off and go have it looked at.”

“Where should I take it?”

“My mechanic is not far away. He’s just across the river,” said Mr. Hoffman, looking up the contact information on his phone. “Why don’t I call Tony and let him know you’re on your way.”

Charlie watched Mr. Hoffman ring up the shop and listened as a he made an appointment. When the call ended, Mr. Hoffman held out his phone.

“This is the shop’s number and address. Tony said to be there first thing in the morning. They open at nine.”

“Thanks Mr. Hoffman.”

“I can’t have my employees stranded somewhere,” said Mr. Hoffman, giving Charlie a wink, then he moved across the room to one of other groups.

 

 

Charlie eased across the bridge over the river driving with the flow of traffic. He checked the address one more time, then kept a look out for his turn. He had worried the car might not start that morning. It had barely turned over when he first hit the starter, but then it fired up, much to his relief.

He maneuvered along unfamiliar streets until he came to his turn. A few blocks and he was turning into the parking lot of a gas station and shop. He pulled into the spaces that sat along the wall of the adjacent building and headed toward the entrance as a guy opened one roll-up doors revealing an old BMW.

At the entrance, he entered the small retail space where the smell of oil and gas lingered in the air. Behind the counter an older woman sat.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, my boss called yesterday and made an appointment for me to have my car looked at.”

“Charlie?”

“Yes, Charlie Keller.”

“We didn’t get a last name, but Tony mention Carl Hoffman had called. Let me get some information and we’ll get your car into the shop.” She held out a clip board with a form to be filled out. It asked for the usual name, address, make, and model of vehicle, and what problem he was experiencing. As he filled it out, the woman paged Tony that his nine o’clock appointment was there.

Charlie wrote in his name, address, cellphone number. He was putting in the car’s information and a description of the problem he was having when someone came up to the counter.

“Charlie?”

The voice, Charlie knew it, would know it anywhere, and he looked up to see Tony standing in front of him. His Tony, the one he let get away. The hair was shorter, and Tony was wearing glasses, otherwise it was the person he had last seen that summer before college.

“Tony.”

 

 

Charlie paced around his studio apartment, a tiny space in an old building converted a few years prior. He looked at the sparse furniture thinking how it was like Tony’s apartment had been that summer after graduation. He had a queen size bed that filled its niche with room for two small side tables for nightstands. He had lamps found in a used furniture store on each one, and the bedding was IKEA, inexpensive and all white. He turned and scanned the small living area where a small sofa at on one wall with a television on a console opposite. There was no dining table in the area beneath the nickel finished pendant light fixture, some slick and contemporary thing that looked out of place with his furnishings. He looked at the time, seeing it was ten till seven, Tony not due to arrive for ten more minutes. He wondered if Tony would be on time, or worse, would he not show up.

The smell of the lasagna cooking filled the air, something he picked up the market in the frozen food section, hoping it was as good as the image looked on the packaging. He had an inexpensive bottle of wine opened sitting on the counter next to the range.

Going to the window, he looked down on the street wondering if he would catch a glimpse of Tony. He looked for the old CJ5 then remembered it had been sold before Tony moved. Tony drove a Toyota 4Runner, having seen it at the shop. He watched the Friday evening traffic eased past as pedestrians strolled by.

A knock, and Charlie rushed to the door. He took a deep breath then opened it. Tony stood there in a white shirt, ironed smooth, and dark blue jeans. He looked so much older, more mature, and it took Charlie’s breath away.

“Can I come in,” said Tony in a joking tone.

“Yes, yes, come on in.”

Charlie stepped aside and watched Tony move past him. The muscular body evident within the clothes, and he wondered if there was a possibility, or would Tony reject him, tell of a boyfriend waiting at home.

“The lasagna will be ready in a few minutes.”

“Okay.”

“Take a seat and I’ll pour us a glass of wine.”

Tony moved to the small sofa as Charlie went into the kitchen. He poured two glasses and joined Tony in the living area. Tony took a glass, and they simultaneously took a sip.

“You really shocked me showing up at the shop,” said Tony. “Did you search for me or…”

Charlie took a drink, then set the glass on the side table. “I didn’t know you were in Portland. I tried to find out your address my first Christmas break but your mom wouldn’t give me your address.”

“Yeah, I did have her keep it a secret.”

“Did you break contact with everyone? Even Thomas, Logan, and Oliver?”

“I reconnected with Thomas two years ago when I went home for Christmas.”

“Where is he living?”

“Atlanta.”

“You didn’t want me to find you,” said Charlie, spoken as fact.

“I didn’t think you wanted to find me. And I thought it best.”

“Best?”

“For you.”

Charlie felt his hands shaking and held back from reaching for the wine glass.

“I rode by your place one time,” said Tony.

“When?”

“I went home the next summer to get some personal documents and while home I rode by thinking I would see your car. I ran into Shaun in town, and he said you stayed at college working over the summer.”

Charlie went into the kitchen and removed the lasagna from the oven. He pulled two small salads from the refrigerator, along with two dressings, taking everything to the living area.

“We can eat this while the lasagna cools.”

 

 

Charlie set their plates in the sink and put the empty wine bottle in the recycle bin. He wiped the counter, busying himself as he kept looking at Tony sitting in the living room waiting on his return. They had said little while eating, just small talk about their jobs and what they had discovered in the city. He wondered if Tony would reject him and leave, or if he would stay longer, open the door for possibilities he dared not consider for fear of disappointment.

“You want anything else?” said Charlie standing at the sink looking across the room at the back of Tony’s head.

“No, I’m good,” said Tony without turning around.

Charlie went back to the sofa and eased down on it as if afraid Tony would bolt like a scared rabbit.

“I’m glad you came over.”

“You sound surprised. Did you think I’d refuse?”

“Honestly, I wasn’t sure. I mean…are you seeing someone?”

Tony smiled, shaking his head. “No. I’ve gone out with a few guys but nothing serious. The summers are the hardest and I just stay home most of the time.”

“Why are summers the worst?”

“Because none are as good at the one after we graduated from high school,” said Tony, staring ahead. “What about you? I guess you haven’t been here long enough to find a boyfriend.”

“Do you not like me anymore?”

Charlie hadn’t intended to be so direct, so blunt in asking the one question he wanted an answer to more than anything. He didn’t care about Tony living across the river near the shop or the best place for sandwiches or pizza, or about the small diner that had dishes as close as he would get to home cooking, or the best gay bar in the area.

Tony looked at him with a shocked expression, then looked down. “I guess it’s not surprising you would think that. But I do still like you, it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“I felt our differences were too great… and you left… for college and…”

Tony stammered to a stop, but he didn’t need to finish for Charlie knew what he meant. He disagreed, and wondered if he could change things between them. Charlie sat back and stared at the wall above the television. He felt tears trickle down his face and he wiped them away quickly, hoping Tony hadn’t noticed.

“I don’t care,” Charlie exclaimed.

“What?”

“I don’t care about whatever differences that exist between us. I never did.”

“So, you’re not mad at me?”

“Oh, I’m mad at you for leaving and not letting me know where you moved to. I’m mad at myself for not having the courage to tell you how I felt. I mad at the time we’ve let escape us, not daring to…”

“To what?”

“To try having a relationship. Do you ever think about it? What might have been?”

“All the time.”

“What about now? Sitting here with me, have you thought about it?”

“Yes.”

“Could we start over, try to find what we threw away at the end of that summer?”

“I’d like that.”

For a long time neither dared move.

 

 

Tony

It had been like a dream, so unreal that it couldn’t be real. To have Charlie show up the shop, the one he thought of so often it made him crazy. Then to be at Charlie’s apartment, wondering if he dared think of it as a date, hoping for something he didn’t think he deserved. When Charlie opened the door in that college sweatshirt and jeans, he just knew he read it all wrong. Charlie had to be thinking of it as two old friends just getting together.

Sitting on the sofa he realized the truth. How the two of them thought the other was over it; moved on from what they had during that summer. They had betrayed their feelings and assumed ridiculous notions that pulled them apart.

I’d like that, he had replied. Sitting in the silence he wondered if Charlie could hear his heart hammering away inside his chest. Charlie had opened the door to a possibility he had only dreamed of. One that became a fantasy, no more real than unicorns and some god.

The two of them were living in Portland, only minutes apart, and Charlie wanted to start over. He didn’t want to start over. He wanted to pick up where those two fools left off at the end of that summer. He wanted to go forward.

“Do you have to work tomorrow?” said Charlie.

No, thought Tony, as he turned to see Charlie staring back. Still boyish, face smooth and unblemished, and the hair allowed to grow out, showing its wavy nature, and the brown eyes, so dark as to look almost black, but he knew up close when the light hit them, they were brown in tone.

“No,” said Tony, and he moved to Charlie, took the smooth chin and turned the face upward as he brought their lips together. They kissed, unsure at first, then with more passion, their desire for the other, driving them forward, past all the wrongs and confusion and mistakes. Past their regrets.

 

 

Only the light from the living room illuminated the bed area. The covers were pulled the foot of it. Tony lay over Charlie, the small, framed body folded up beneath him and held within his arms. He moved slowly, working his hips as he pushed into Charlie’s depths. He ground his hips against the upturned ass while kissing the side of the face. He tongued the ear, tugged on the lobe, whispered his desires into it. Charlie’s thighs pressed against his chest, and he bore down on him, pressing them down on Charlie’s chest as he fucked, worked his cock inside of him. He undulated with his lust and desire until he couldn’t hold back.

“Charlie.”

Tony shuddered and jerked as he pushed his spurting cock into Charlie.

Then he was on his back, and he raised his legs for Charlie. He wanted him, wanted to feel him inside his body. The cock was monstrously huge for the small frame, and he wanted it, every inch, and he pulled his legs back until his ass turned up for him.

Charlie moved up to his ass, rubbed that cock across it, then up and down over his opening. He felt the wet slickness of the drooling head. Then he felt the push and he shuddered as he stretched to let Charlie enter him.

Despite the years, it was familiar, the fullness of Charlie’s penetration, how it seemed to bore into the center of his very being. He held the narrow waist feeling the undulations of the body aligned with the feel of the cock moving inside him.

“Charlie,” Tony uttered, breathlessly.

He lay back letting Charlie push his legs over until knees were pressed into the mattress either side of his chest. He spread open to him and clutched at the bed as cock pushed into his depths. The pace of Charlie’s fuck increased, the rhythm of it lost to the hard thrusts that smacked against his ass. He knew Charlie was close and he relished every push inward, the feel of it inside him and the press of the body on top. Charlie couldn’t wrap him up as he could do him, but it didn’t matter. It was more than enough. His own cock was rock hard and the way Charlie banged his insides made him close to coming.

Charlie began to slam into his ass, the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoing in the apartment, and he came again, ropes of cum roping up his chest as Charlie hammered his insides. Then Charlie pushed inward all the way and cried out, and he took him, everything he had to give, letting it fill him up.

 

 

Sunlight filtered through the white blinds, bouncing off white walls and ceiling, bringing the apartment into a warm glow. Tony stirred awake and found Charlie laying against him, head resting on his chest. He felt the warm exhales and smiled at the comfort of waking up next to him.

Charlie Keller, five-foot one inch tall, the boy with a huge cock, and yet introverted, shy, and the one that stole his heart all those summers ago. He pushed away his doubts, those inner demons that said he couldn’t have what he wanted, and he leaned up and kissed the top of the head.

“What time is it?” mumbled Charlie, stirring awake.

“It’s early, go back to sleep,” said Tony.

Charlie snuggled closer, shifted a leg between his own, then slipped back asleep.