Charlie

Once you finish reading Part One, you'll decide the ending of the story by choosing Part Two A or Part Two B.

Part One

His face was square, and his hair was brown, a little fuller on top and close on the sides. His ears were just slightly smaller than they should have been according to Greek statues, but his nose was straight and the perfect size. His beautiful blue eyes were not too icy and not too dark. His eyebrows seemed perfectly sculpted for his face. His strong straight chin had no cleft, and his lips were not too full, and they were topped by a brown mustache that was kept trimmed and neat. His name was Charlie Anthony, and he was super hot and sexy and had the dorm room next to mine.

We were different in every way.

Charlie was outgoing, friendly, a good ol’ boy. I was an introvert and a nerd.

Charlie attracted guys and girls, lots of girls. I could have put a pound of meat in each pocket and still not have attracted a dog. My computer was my only friend.

I tried to join all the hall activities, mostly to get an extra chance to sneak a look at Charlie. I didn’t try to look too often because I didn’t want to give myself away. I began to notice that Charlie drank more than he should on Friday and Saturday night parties. He would also disappear from the party, usually after some girl had monopolized his time.

At the Halloween get together for our dorm, I sat in the corner. I was thinking that there had to be another guy who was as unattractive as I was who was just as lonely. I was dressed up as a cowboy because those were the clothes I wore at home, and I didn’t have money for a costume. No one took a second look at me. I had a project to work on and was considering leaving when Charlie came by and introduced me to a girl who was hanging on him. He mouthed the words, ‘Rescue me’ before she pulled him onto the dance floor.

I decided to wait for about 5 minutes and then go up and tell him there was a phone call from his parents. But he looked miserable, so I went up to him and said, “Could I …”

He interrupted me with “Of course,” and he grabbed my hand and started dancing with me. “Thanks, bro. She was killing me.”

I wasn’t sure what to do, so I went with it. “I was going to tell you that there was a phone call you need to take.”

He laughed.

“Actually, if you need to sneak away, you can hide out in my room.”

A couple of guys from our quad came up and very loudly told Charlie to “Watch out. He’ll want you to take him back to your room and fuck him.” They started laughing.

I stopped still. I wanted to shrink into non-existence. “Thanks for the dance, Charlie.” Then I turned and went back to my room. I locked the door behind me. I hoped that my roommate stayed away. I got into bed and tried not to cry. Each time that the tears tried to come, I told myself how I deserved to be treated like shit.

I kept to myself, more to myself that is, over the next few weeks. One day in the cafeteria, Charlie came up to me. “I haven’t seen you around. You ok?”

“Of course. Just working on projects.”

“Roger, I’m sorry about the party. It was my fault for pulling you onto the dance floor. Those guys shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Thank you.”

“Maybe I can buy you a beer, you know, to make up for it.”

“OK,” I nodded, but I didn’t expect him to. I figured I’d lust after him until the end of the school year and then I’d never see him again. He would be the first of many men that I hoped would hold or kiss me.

He had already started walking away when he turned and asked, “Are you staying here for Thanksgiving?”

“Yeah, I have a big project to finish before finals,” I told him.

“I’m staying, too. My family is going to see grandparents in Idaho. How about we have lunch together. It’ll be less lonely.”

I smiled at him. “Sure. I’d like that.”

The next two weeks were very busy. I worked diligently to get everything off my plate except the last major project of my programming class. I would need two full days to get everything perfected with that. I ran into Charlie in the hall the Monday before Thanksgiving. He told me everything was set for Thanksgiving lunch. His parents had sent everything, so I didn’t have to worry about a thing. “Just show up at noon. “Leave yourself plenty of time,” he joked. “You can never tell about the weather around here.”

I laughed because it was the appropriate thing to do and not because it was that funny.

On Thanksgiving morning, I showered and shaved. I heard Charlie come into the communal bathroom. I spied him through the curtain of my shower. He was a mess. It looked like he slept in those sweatpants and sweatshirt. I could hear him peeing, and when he was done, he went back to his room. I went back to my room, and I put on some of my roommate’s cologne because I always thought it made him smell nice. I put on my best shirt and pants, and at five until twelve, I walked the five-second trip to Charlie’s room.

Wow, Charlie had cleaned up nicely. He even had a tie on. “Come on in.”

I walked into an immaculate room. The food was out on his desk. He opened his little refrigerator and told me to take what I wanted. “What are you having?”

“Coke with a little bit of whiskey,” he grinned and held up a rather large glass.

I thought for a quick second then I stepped forward and took the glass from him. “I’ll just have a sip of yours.” I took a little taste. It was good. I looked straight into Charley’s beautiful blue eyes. “I’ll have the same thing.”

He stared right back into my eyes. “Why don’t we share. No sense in having two dirty glasses.”

I felt my dick get hard. I started the game. He hit the ball back in my court. “I’m hungry. What are we having?”

Charlie put down the glass without moving his eyes from mine. “Me,” he said, and he grabbed me and pulled me to him and kissed me.

OK, that’s not how it went down.

He asked me what I wanted to drink, and I took bottled water. We prepared out plates, and as we ate we talked about school, what we wanted to do when we were out, and our overall plans for life. When we finished eating, I helped him clean up. He told me to come back over the next few days when I was hungry because there was more than enough. I told him that I appreciated it.

“Before you go, will you do something for me?”

“Sure,” I answered without even knowing what it was.

“My brothers and I always watch ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’ on Thanksgiving. Will you watch it with me?”

How I wished he were asking me to go on a date and watch a movie. No one could see us together in his room, and it was only a thirty-minute TV special. “Of course. I like the Grinch.”

“We have to watch it here on the bed, because the TV is there at the foot.”

How am I going to be next to him that close and hide my boner for the entire cartoon? “OK.”

“I’ll get in first. Where’s the remote? OK. I’ve got it. Here. Let me fix the pillows.” He got on the bed and snuggled up to the wall to give me plenty of room. “Now you.”

I got in next to him. The pillow wasn’t quite right.

“Here, that’s going to give you a kink.” As he was trying to adjust the pillow, my shoulder slipped under his armpit with my head on his shoulder.

“That’s perfect,” I said. “Are you comfortable?”

“I’m great,” Charlie replied. “OK. Let’s get this started.”

I heard him sniff. “You smell nice. What is it?”

“It’s my roommate’s stuff. I don’t remember the name.”

“Well, find out. You should wear that all the time.”

“Thanks.”

The movie started up, and for the next almost thirty minutes, we sang along with the songs, teared up when the Who’s started singing even though all their stuff was gone, and smiled at the end.

“What’s your favorite part?” he asked me as the credits were rolling.

Without hesitation, I said, “Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more!”

“That’s mine, too.” He was looking down at me. I was still nestled under his arm. My left arm had moved onto his chest during the movie. He moved down and kissed me. His mustache tickled; I liked it, but I didn’t kiss back. I was too startled.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently and stopped.

“No, don’t be.” I reached up and pulled him down to me, and I enjoyed my very first kiss. He was a great kisser. I guess he had had a lot of practice, but I didn’t care. I’m not sure how long we kissed. I was in ecstasy the entire time. I never knew a tongue in my mouth could be so sensual.”

At one point, Charlie whispered in my ear. “I want to suck you, do you want me to? You can suck me too if you want, but you don’t have to..”

“I want to, Charlie. I’ve wanted to for a long time.” I smiled at him.

He smiled back, “I want you to fuck me, too.”

Was I dreaming? I leaned my head up and kissed him. This couldn’t be happening. Charlie just told me he wanted me to fuck him. Was I being punked? I didn’t care. I slid off the bed and stood up. I unbuttoned my shirt. I reached down and grabbed his tie. I pulled and he got off the bed and stood in front of me. He kissed me again, on the mouth and passionately. He kissed and sucked on each of my nipples and then went down on his knees. He undid my pants; he pulled them down just far enough to expose my dick. He began to suck it. He was tentative at first, but the first time he tried to get all of it in his mouth, I gasped with pleasure, and he tried to force the head down his throat. He pulled back gagging and apologized.

I bent forward and kissed him again. “No apologies, just do what feels right.”

He tongued up and down the shaft and tried to swallow it again. This time, when he came up for air, he told me that he would need more practice.

I told him to stand and take off his shirt and tie. When he did, he revealed the most wonderful hairy chest I’d ever seen, and I’d done a lot of porn searches of hairy chests. I ran my fingers through it before beginning to undo his pants. I pushed his pants and underwear all the way down. I was amazed by the size of his erect penis. It was much smaller than mine, both in length and girth. It fit perfectly in my mouth, and I was able to run my mouth up and down the entire shaft. I sucked exceptionally hard and brought my lips up to the head.

Charlie kept muttering things like “Fuck yeah,” and “Oh, oh, oh”. I sensed a few times that he might be close, so I slowed down. I stood up and wiped the excess saliva from my mouth.  

“Are you ready for what’s next?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m ready. I want you inside me so bad.”

“Lay down on your back.”

He reached to a shelf behind the pillows on his bed and handed me a bottle of KY.

“Now, lay down and pull your knees so I can see that hole.” I was amazed at how exposed his hole was. I lubed my dick then lubed up his sphincter before fingering him to loosen up the hole. Once I got two fingers in, I pressed the nozzle of the KY against his ass and squeezed the tube. Cold lube shot in his ass and he moaned again. I fingered him again. Lube was slowly oozing out.

I positioned myself, leaned forward, and pushed the head of my dick inside him.

“Fuck, that’s big, oh, man. Fuck, it’s not going to fit,” he told me.

“Shut up, Charlie. It’ll fit just fine. It’s just that your ass is so fucking tight.”

That seemed to make him happy. He smiled. “Yeah, my ass is tight. Is it tight?”

“Yes, it’s super tight,” I replied, and then I pushed my dick the rest of the way inside him. He gasped. I had been slowly pushing in the entire time, and there were only another two inches left to go. I stopped with my entire dick inside Charlie. I wanted to let him acclimate.

“Fuck me, Roger. Give it to me.”

Even as I humped him, I could not believe that it was happening. He enjoyed each thrust. At one point he even tried to pull me in deeper. I couldn’t believe how great it felt, plus I was doing it with the only man that I’d ever met who wanted me.

Charlie began to pivot his hips to synchronize with my thrusts. I soon felt myself getting close.

“I need to pull out Charlie; I’m getting close.”

“No. I want you to seed me. Come inside me. Push your dick all the way in and give me your load.”

It was too late, I couldn’t pull out if I had wanted to. His words had been the final turn on, and I came with such ferocity that I surprised myself. I kissed Charlie again. My dick was still inside him; his hands were on my buttocks and holding me tightly to him.

*** How does the story end? ***

Was Charlie the Lover that Roger had always wanted? If so, read Part 2A. 

 Or, do you think that Charlie turns out to be an Asshole? If that’s your take on it, read Part 2B

Part 2A

Charlie the Lover

“How long can we stay like this?” Charlie asked me. “I like the way it feels with you inside.”

“I’m not sure; I guess we can remain this way until my dick goes limp.”

“How can I keep you hard?” He smiled and kissed me.

“That’s one way, but you know, I want to feel you inside me.”

“Yeah?” He smiled wider, and my dick got even harder. “I felt that,” he said.

“Will you come inside me when you fuck me?”

“If that’s what you want, baby.”

“I do.” I reached up and pushed his hair from his forehead. He was honestly the most attractive man I’d ever seen. The tone of his voice told me we were partners; he cared for my feelings, too.

My dick lost its rigidity and slipped from his hole. Ejaculate began to drip out. He told me that he found that feeling to be a real turn-on. I kissed him and held him, and eventually turn and pulled him on top of me.

He had gone flaccid, but a little lube and stroking brought his erection right back. I guided him inside while his tongue danced across my teeth. His cock may have been on the smaller side, but it still stretched my hole. His thrusts varied in depth and quickness; it was as if a random number generation controlled his fucking motions, and it was intense and pleasurable. My ankles were wrapped behind his hips; his arms pinned my knees under my armpits and his hands held my shoulders. He was flexible, and he was good. He exceeded any fantasy, and when he came inside me, it felt as though a quart of warm liquid had rapidly filled me.

“I fucking love you,” he told me.

“You mean you love fucking me?” I clarified his words.

“No.” Tears filled his eyes. “I love you. I fell in love with you when I first met at that meeting. You kept looking at me by pretending not to. You’re so shy; it’s absolutely adorable.”

“But you kept taking girls back to your room.”

“Yeah, to keep up appearances. That was dumb. I should have just told you. But I was scared. I told the girls that I had dick surgery and couldn’t fuck, but I got good at fingering them. It was wrong.”

“It’s in the past. I should have just told you how I feel.”

“Should we put it behind us?”

“It’s already forgotten.”

“Do you want to tell everyone, or is it a secret for just us?” he asked me.

“I want to tell everyone that the most wonderful guy on campus belongs to me, but I don’t want to make things difficult for you.”

“Hey, my friends will remain my friends, and those who don’t are not worth keeping around.”

I smiled, and he smiled back. I looked at him. The best looking guy on campus who was even better looking on the inside. “Can I stay for the rest of the night?” I asked him.

Charlie seemed to be thinking for a moment, then he asked, “Will you stay the rest of my life?”

Part 2B

Charlie the Asshole

Charlie quickly moved his hands from my ass to around my throat. He hadn’t mentioned anything about erotic asphyxiation. We had no safe word, not that it would have mattered. I tried to tell him I wasn’t comfortable with it, but his hands gripped my throat so tightly that I couldn’t speak.

He was talking though. “Wow. I’d heard how good it feels when the right dick is up your ass. And that was the perfect dick.”

I was starting to feel dizzy. I tried to push him away.

“Oh, baby, don’t fight me. The fun’s not over yet.”

He rolled me onto my back, and my hands flopped down by my side. I hadn’t realized how strong he was, or maybe it was my lack of oxygen. He let go of my neck with his right hand, but he maintained his hold on my throat with his left. The room still seemed dim, but it wasn’t getting darker. I could feel his hand between my ass cheeks. He plunged his thumb into my ass. It hurt like hell, and I arched my back and tensed my muscles involuntarily. He just as quickly pulled his thumb out and slapped my face.

“Now, be nice.”

He reached back down to my ass. I tried to prepare. This time he pushed his dick in. I have to say it didn’t hurt the way his thumb did. Maybe it’s because his thumb was bigger. He began humping me.

“Oh, yeah, baby. That feels nice.” He put both hands back around my neck, and he would squeeze as he thrust forward.

In my head, I was thinking, ‘please just cum and be done.’ I saw the room grow dim again, and I was feeling sick to my stomach. He slammed his cock into me a few more times and then howled as he came.

He let go and rolled over. “I think the best thing about fucking a guy is that you don’t have to worry about knocking him up. There’s freedom in that.” Girls are always trying to trap you.

I started to gain some of my strength and awareness back. “You fucking asshole,” were the first words I could get out. “You could have killed me.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You choked me until I was almost unconscious.”

“Sex is better that way. Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it, because I know you did.”

“You’re a fucking dickhead moron. Reduced oxygen is for the person who’s having an orgasm. You’re an idiot.” I pulled my pants on and grabbed my stuff. “And to think that I liked you. You’re a selfish low-life.” I went back to my room, got my shower supplies and took a long-hot shower.

Every time I saw Charlie after that, I looked at him with disgust. When people asked me what happened, I just said I didn’t want to talk about it.

During one of our hall meetings, someone asked Charlie for the real low-down on why we weren’t getting along. He answered, “He didn’t like the way I fucked him.” Charlie let his cat out of the bag, so to speak. Everyone now knew he liked fucking guys. The girls stopped hanging out with him, and the guys who stayed around just wanted to fuck a good looking dude.

I went back to being by myself until the day I met the true man of my dreams.