Disaster
“Mr. Paxton, it has been a pleasure to serve your family tonight,” said Justin, their waiter for dinner.
“It has been a pleasant evening,” said Stan Paxton, as he set his card on the small plastic tray with the check.
The waiter took the card and went to process it as Charlie watched him stroll away, wondering if ole Justin was gay because he was doable. Charlie turned to his dad, Stan, then his mom, Sarah, noticing how they looked at each other. The love of a couple who were in the prime of their lives, with their youngest son soon to leave for college. Last weekend had been their twenty-fifth anniversary and since it had been his graduation they had put off celebrating until tonight, just the three of them. His sister, Emily, had been unable to come for either his graduation from high school or their parents’ anniversary, what with her nursing the second baby while still dealing with the first one still in diapers.
The waiter brought the receipt to sign and everyone stood to leave.
“When do you have to go for that final orientation?” said Stan.
“In three weeks,” Charlie replied as he fell in behind them heading for the door.
“You should get that truck serviced before you make the trip.”
“Yes, sir.”
The drive home was short, just a few miles to the neighborhood of early 70s homes lining streets that wound around each other until first time visitors would find it impossible to navigate without GPS. It was a neighborhood of ranch style homes, split levels, and a few two-story homes, of which one was their home.
Stan pulled into the garage, and everyone climbed out to find water on the garage floor.
“What in the hell,” said Stan.
“Oh no,” said Sarah.
“Listen,” said Charlie. Soon all of them heard it, water running inside the house. Stan rushed in to find water standing in the mudroom, then the kitchen. It was running out of the walls, cabinets and through a large opening in the ceiling where the gypsum board had broken loose.
“Where’s the cut off,” exclaimed Sarah.
“At the meter by the sidewalk,” Stan exclaimed as he rushed back to the mudroom, grabbed up a flashlight and rushed out to the front yard to shut off the water.
The temperature and pressure relief valve had failed on the water heater, and it was estimated it had happened shortly after they had left for dinner. The upstairs bathroom and Charlie’s room had suffered the worst of the flooding on the second floor. Downstairs, it was the dining room and kitchen, but water was standing all across the first floor.
For an hour, Stan and Charlie tried to mop the water up while Sarah made phone calls to find someone who would come out on a Saturday night.
“Jesus, Stan, what happened?” said Michael Kowalcyzk, their next-door neighbor. “I saw you guys bringing stuff out to the drive.”
“The water heater upstairs,” said Stan, then he grimaced as he looked at the one in the corner of the garage that served the kitchen, laundry room, and the primary bedroom’s bath. “It couldn’t have been that one, for the water wouldn’t have gotten into the house.”
“You need some help?”
“No, I’m not sure what we’re accomplishing.”
“Stan,” said Sarah coming out of the mudroom into the garage, “I called Ryan and we can go to their house and stay.”
“But that’s twenty miles outside of town,” said Charlie.
“Charlie, it’s not that far.”
“But I’m to ride with the guys in the morning and they are taking off early. Can’t I just crash here for the night.”
“The water is shut off—”
“I can go to that service station that is open all night.”
“Charlie, you can’t stay here,” said Stan.
“He can stay with us,” said Michael. “He can sleep in Hannah’s old room.” Hannah was the oldest and lived in Denver with her boyfriend.
“Thanks Michael, but Charlie can miss a bike ride.”
“Dad?!” exclaimed Charlie.
“It’s not a problem. Victor will be home tomorrow so Charlie and he can hang out together. Play those silly video games or something.”
“Victor will be home tomorrow?” said Charlie.
“Yes. He finished up last week, then spent some time with his friends backpacking.”
Charlie pictured Victor, two years older, and to his way of thinking, a man. A real man, with a muscular body and always with a five o’clock shadow since he had been in the ninth grade. Growing up the age difference had been enough to prevent them from being friends, but Charlie had lusted after him from afar, wishing Victor was willing. He doubted Victor had ever given thought of sex with another guy with the girls that showed up all the time when he had been in high school.
“Okay, Charlie, you can stay. But you will need to call me when contractor’s show up at the house so I can over,” said Stan.
“Charlie, go pack up some clothes and come on over. The door in the garage will be open,” said Michael.
Seeing
Charlie headed back to the Kowalcyzk’s. He had ridden his bicycle to the rendezvous point only to get a text message that the ride had been canceled. He rode slowly, frustrated by the ride being canceled because he had been looking forward to going with his friends. He stopped on the way back grabbing an early lunch at a deli, where he went scrolled back through the text messages finding out two of the guys had gotten a stomach virus the night before and were not better that morning. The thread of text messages covered where the two had eaten and what, then planned to organize a ride the next weekend.
Back at the Kowalcyzk’s, he went up to Hannah’s old bedroom, stripping out of the sweaty clothing. He showered and slipped on gym shorts and a T-shirt. Looking around the room again, he noticed how it reflected a teenager’s room, and he wondered what Victor’s room would look like. It was downstairs on the lower floor of the split level. He went down the half level to the kitchen for something to drink. As he stood at the island, looking into the dining and living room, he noted how the house was similar to his own home in so many ways. Family photos on the walls, furniture that looked like it could have come from the same furniture store, and a large flat screen television about the same size. The house was quiet, the air conditioning kicked off, and he listened to the silence. The Kowalcyzk’s were out, Stan playing golf with some of his friends and Julia shopping with her sister, then going to a baby shower. He had the house to himself, at least until Victor arrived home. When, he wasn’t sure, but it had to be sometime that afternoon.
He pictured Victor from last spring when home between semesters. He knew Victor was taller than his five feet nine, with a muscular build, honey blonde hair, brown eyes, and far too attractive. Looks to fuel his masturbation fantasies for many a night. He looked toward the stairs that led downstairs to the lower level. A family room with another large flat screen television, and Victor’s bedroom and bath. He wondered what the room looked like. Did it have sports paraphernalia on the walls, a computer to search for porn, and maybe some books. He scoffed at the idea of Victor reading a novel for pleasure.
Charlie pushed off the island and went down the stairs, feeling emboldened since no one was home. He had the house to himself therefore free to do a little exploration. The family room was more relaxed in its furniture, a large sectional sofa with blankets and pillows, a large coffee table with remotes, a photograph album, and hiking guides for the Appalachian Mountains. The photographs on the wall were less formal, none like the professional shots hung upstairs. The room opened to the rear yard with glass sliding doors where he could see the patio with the outdoor grilling area. He turned to the door on the opposite wall. It had to be Vicor’s room, and he crossed the family room and eased the door open. It was in some ways as expected, for there was a wire basket with balls in it, football, basketball, and soccer balls. There were posters for the city’s football team, the college teams for football and basketball where Victor was a student, and one framed with glass of some old science fiction movie from the nineteen fifties. He recognized it but had never seen the movie. The window on the side of the room was a large window, but the two on the front wall were smaller and high in the wall, their sills about six foot above the floor. He pictured the house from the front, knowing those two windows were not noticeable with the landscape. Below one window was a desk with an old desk top computer, with two monitors pole mounted over it and a keyboard position in front. He tried to picture Victor sitting in the chair, leaned back, naked, jacking off to porn.
Next to the desk, under the other window sat a bookcase. Most of the shelves had trinkets and trophies, but the top shelf and the two bottom shelves had books on them. Real books that were novels and non-fiction, not sports coffee table books or old textbooks. He moved to the bookcase to read the titles. The first books he noticed were hiking guides and nature books on the mountains. Then he scanned other titles, some jumping out that he recognized or just captured his eye. A Confederacy of Dunces, Never Let Me Go, Parable of The Sower, The Starless Sea, Seveneves, Ordinary Monsters, Blackouts, then the series by Tchaikovsky, Children of Time, Children of Ruin, and Children of Memory. On one of the lower shelves, he saw the first three books of the expanse series, then a model car in a plastic display and he wondered if the model was a place holder for the rest of the series. On the next shelf, he ran a finger over the spines, reading more of the titles. We Disappear, The Martian, then a book titled Coin Locker Babies by a Ryu Murakami. He had read Haruki Murakami but had never heard of Ryu Murakami. Then he noticed two more books by him, Piercings and In the Miso Soup.
Charlie was shocked that Victor, the person he had considered just another dumb jock, had such a collection of books, some he had never heard of. He stepped back looking at the bookcase as a whole. He looked around and saw a book on the nightstand. He stepped over and picked it up, seeing it was the fourth in the Expanse Series.
“Nice,” Charlie uttered as he set the book back on the nightstand. Then he looked at the two drawers in the nightstand, then over to the one on the other side of the bed. Were condoms in one of the drawers? What about some sex toys? Maybe some gay porn, showing guys fucking. He scoffed at the idea of Victor being gay. The books were a surprise, but the guy was still a jock. He slid open the top drawer. Reading glasses, phone accessories, the fifth book of the Expanse Series. He slid the drawer closed and opened the one below. Gloves, a scarf, sunscreen, and lotion. Nothing to challenge his image of Victor.
Charlie went around the bed to check out the other bed. As he reached for the top drawer, he heard a door open, then voices, one of them Victor. “Shit,” he uttered, and rushed to the door but before he opened it, he heard more than one person coming down the stairs. He looked back wondering where to hide. The closet, the irony of the gay boy hiding in it, not lost on him, as he rushed to the bi-folding louvered doors and slipped into the right side among a narrow long hang section where three long coats hung. He had to stand sideways to fit and no chance of not being discovered if Victor opened the closet.
“No one is home?” said a guy.
“No, John, we have the place to ourselves.”
Charlie had a name to a voice.
“I’d hate to have your mom walk in on us,” said John.
“What about the neighbor’s kid? Isn’t he staying with you,” said another guy.
“He’s on a bike ride with some of his friends,” said Victor.
“He’s finished high school?”
“Tyler, have you been checking out the kid next door,” said John.
Charlie had the name of the other voice. First John, then Tyler.
“Guys, forget Charlie. We don’t have all afternoon,” said Victor.
“Yeah, let’s get naked,” said Tyler.
Naked! Charlie stood wide eyed in the closet listening to the guys as they got undressed. He could hear belt buckles, the drop of shoes on the floor.
“Damn Tyler, your half hard already,” said Victor.
“I’ve been thinking of fucking your ass since you called yesterday.”
The bed squeaked with the weight of the guys getting on it. Charlie stood on his tiptoes looking through the louvers desperate to see the three guys on the bed. He could only see the foot of it and the feet of two guys. One had a tattoo around the ankle.
“Fuck, suck my cock,” said John. “Suck it.”
“Save some for me,” joked Tyler.
Victor was sucking cock and Charlie just had to see it. He eased the door open. Half an inch. A full inch. Then another until he could see the three guys on the bed. John sitting against the headboard with Victor laying between his outstretched legs, sucking his cock. Next to them lay Tyler, head right next to Victor’s watching intently. Charlie couldn’t see any cocks, but he had a good view of nice round asses, Victor and Tyler’s. He looked at each one, then scanned up Victor’s muscular back until watching the head move on the cock.
“Fuck; suck that cock,” said Tyler.
“Victor,” said John, pushing his head up, “let me pump in that ass.”
“Yeah, sit on his cock,” said Tyler, egging them on.
Victor got on his knees and moved over John’s lap, who was holding up a hard wet cock. Charlie estimated it to be at least eight inches with a nice arrow shaped head, perfect for penetrating an ass. Victor moved his ass over the head then positioned his ass on it. Slowly, Victor moved down and Charlie watched the cock disappear inside him. Victor eased down until over half was inside him. He held still only for a moment, then began to move up and down, and Charlie focused on the ass, watching how the cock came into view then disappeared in it. As Victor fucked himself on John’s cock, Charlie watched how the ass descended further and further until Victor was taking all of it.
Tyler stood on the bed, cock rock hard, and Charlie turned his attention to it. It was ramrod straight, about the same as John’s in length but thicker and the head flared wide. Tyler moved next to Victor and John while stroking it. Charlie watched him slap Victor in the face with it, then watched Victor turn to it, taking it in the mouth.
“Fuck,” Charlie uttered in a hushed whisper as he watched Victor move up and down on John’s cock while sucking Tyler. His own cock stirred.
“I’m going to cum,” exclaimed John.
Charlie saw how John was trying to push upward as Victor moved down on his cock. John suddenly pushed back on the headboard and shoved upward. Charlie saw him shudder and jerk with release as Victor kept moving on his cock.
“Stop. Stop Victor. I can’t take any more,” said John.
As Victor eased up and off John’s cock Tyler stepped back. Victor moved back and sat down and Tyler moved to him.
“My turn,” said Tyler.
Charlie heard Victor and Tyler chuckle, then watched as Victor was rolled to his back, head hanging over the foot of the bed. Tyler took each leg behind the knee and pushed forward until they were up and spread apart as he moved into place. Charlie looked down Victor’s muscular body to the cock hovering over the abdomen then to Tyler’s cock. When Tyler pushed it down aligning it with Victor’s ass, Charlie could no longer see the head, but he could see most of the shaft and he watched intently as Victor moaned and the shaft disappeared in the ass.
Tyler wasted no time. He began to fuck. He fucked slowly, working every inch into Victor, then he fucked faster, steadily working his hips as Victor began to stroke his own cock. Charlie watched the two of them work in rhythm; Tyler fucking Victor’s ass while Victor stroked his cock. Faster and faster, until the bed squeaked and rocked beneath them.
John stood on knees just behind Tyler urging him on. “Fuck him. Fuck that ass. That’s it, tear that ass up.” Charlie could see how it aroused John who was stroking his cock. It aroused him, and he was manipulating his cock, until it hardened fully erect. He put his hand down inside the loose gym shorts and manipulated his cock as he watched Victor jacking off while getting fucked.
“Damn,” Charlie uttered breathlessly as John dropped to his hands and knees and moved around Tyler. He bent over the waist, knocking Victor’s hand away, and captured the cock in his mouth. “Fuck,” Charlie whispered as he watched John’s head move up and down on Victor. Tyler was beginning to sweat, his skin glistening in the dim light.
“I’m going to cum,” Victor exclaimed.
“Do it; pump that shit in John’s mouth,” exclaimed Tyler.
John choked then sucked harder on the spurting cock. Victor lay back, head over the side of the bed with eyes closed, shuddering with release.
“Fuck!” Tyler exclaimed, and Charlie watched how the sweating body was jamming cock into Victor’s ass, just hammering it, the sound echoing in the room, then Tyler jammed cock into Victor and cried out with his own release.
John lay next to Victor jacking off. Tyler was still on his knees watching him. When John was close, starting to push upward at the hips, Tyler bent over holding his mouth over the cock.
“Come on, John, pump that load in that whore’s mouth,” exclaimed Victor in a jovial tone.
“OH!” John cried out and Charlie saw the cock spurt cum into Tyler’s open mouth, then the mouth dropped down, capturing the spurting cock.
Charlie stood still, holding his breath for long periods, watching the three guys just lounge on the bed, naked, spent, cock going flaccid.
“You guys want to go grab a burger at Max’s Speed Shop,” said Tyler, referring to the burger joint in the Belmont District.
“Yes. I’m starving,” said John.
Charlie expected them to get up and dress but the three of them just lay there. Then John sat up, propping up on one elbow.
“Victor, So the kid from next door was staying with you guys,” said John.
“He is.”
“And he is on some bike ride with friends?”
“That is what dad told me.”
“How old is he now? Is he sixteen?” said Tyler.
“No, he finished high school this year,” Victor replied.
“Really? He’s eighteen?” said John.
“That kid is eighteen…damn,” said Tyler.
“He was a cute kid,” said John.
“Don’t say it,” said Victor.
“Say what?” said John, sounding hurt, as if accused of something.
“Is he doable,” said Tyler.
“Okay, guys, let’s get cleaned up and outta here,” said Victor, rolling off the bed.
Charlie pulled back as far as he could. He saw Victor’s shadow moving past the closet doors and suddenly the door he had eased open was slammed back closed. “Damn door won’t stay closed,” said Victor. Then two more shadows passed, and Charlie heard them enter the bathroom. The shower came on, the guys giggling and talking too low to make out, then the shower door closed muffling their voice even more.
Charlie rushed up the stairs all the way to the upper level. He went into the bathroom, stripped off his clothes, and stroked his hard cock. He got the shower running, knowing the guys downstairs would realize someone was home. If asked, he would say he just got back and needed a shower. What he really needed was to get off. He climbed into it, pulled the curtain closed, and faced the warm spray. He took his cock in hand and stroked it, furiously, desperate to get off. He closed his eyes and pictured the three guys fucking, then he opened them to see his hand a blur on his cock. He stroked it until it flexed in his hand, the head swelled thicker, and he came, cock spurting wad after wad against the wall. He came frustratingly, unsatisfactorily, just pumping out a load to lose his aroused state. Then he braced himself on the wall, head down, letting the shower wash over him.
Charlie put the gym shorts and T-shirt back on and went downstairs to the kitchen for something to drink. He found John and Tyler sitting at the island waiting on Victor.
“Hey guys,” said Charlie, struggling to face them. When he did, he saw them dressed with hair still damp, then he pictured them fucking.
“You’re the kid from next door?” said Tyler.
“Yes, I’m Charlie.”
“Damn, Charlie, you grew up,” joked John.
“I guess,” Charlie replied, not sure what to say, but he wondered if he was doable. Did John and Tyler really think of him in a sexual manner. He hoped so, for it meant Victor might do so as well.
“Hey Charlie,” said Victor coming up from downstairs and moving to the end of the island. “We’re going to go grab lunch.”
“Okay,” Charlie replied.
“You want to join us?” said John.
“No, I’m good. Thanks,” said Charlie, seeing the look Victor gave John. Victor didn’t want to invite him and after hearing John and Tyler talk about him just a few minutes ago, he knew why. Victor didn’t want John and Tyler feeling him out, trying to see if he were gay and willing. Victor probably would prefer not to be outed by trying something the neighbor’s son.
“Come on, guys, let’s go,” said Tyler, leading them toward the front door.
“I’ll see you later,” said Victor to Charlie. Charlie saw the look, eyes that scanned up and down quickly, then turned away. Did Victor see him as just the neighbor’s kid, or did he see someone doable.
Contact
Charlie woke in Hannah’s bed and stretched. He looked around the room wondering how late he had slept. It was Sunday morning, a day his parents and he would sleep in, have a late breakfast, then lounge around the house, ride bikes, or maybe go to a park for a short hike. When the weather was rainy, they would go to a movie then out for ice cream or some pastry at the bakery in Southend. He wondered what the Kowalcyzk’s did on a Sunday.
“Charlie, do you want some breakfast?” Julia called up the stairs from below.
“Yes, that would be nice,” Charlie replied. He threw the cover back and climbed out of bed to brush his teeth and use the bathroom. He pulled a T-shirt on as he went, still wearing the gym shorts from the day before.
Downstairs, Charlie found Michael and Victor seated at the island in the middle two stools. Charlie could sit next to Michael, but that seemed to be the stool for Julia, so he slipped past them to the stool next to Victor. It was the closest they had ever been, so close they bumped elbows. He sensed the physical presence. The muscular body, like a baseball or basketball player. He saw the five o’clock shadow, imagining it rubbing his face roughly.
“You sleep okay,” said Victor, looking around.
Charlie saw the dark brown eyes and he had to swallow. “Yes…I slept good.” Dreaming about you fucking Tyler and John, he thought to himself as he turned to Julia bringing a platter of eggs, bacon, and biscuits to the island.
“Let’s eat,” said Julia.
“Your dad texted me this morning,” said Michael. “There is an insurance adjuster coming tomorrow afternoon and he wants you to let him.”
“Okay. I’ll call him when we finish breakfast.”
“What will you boys do today?” asked Julia.
“Huh?” Victor and Charlie said in unison. Victor grimaced and Charlie smiled nervously.
“We’re going to see my sister down in Macon and will be gone until tonight.”
“I’m just going to hang out around the house,” said Victor.
“Playing video games, no doubt,” said Michael. “What about you Charlie? I assume you play those games too.”
“Yes, but I may ride my bicycle,” said Charlie, not admitting the idea of being alone with Victor scared him.
“Didn’t your ride yesterday?” said Victor.
“Oh, yes, but I may just ride into town…meet some friends for lunch…or something.”
“Well, eat up, and I’ll let you boys clean up the kitchen so we can be on our way.”
“Thanks, mom,” said Victor sarcastically.
Victor loaded the dishwasher while Charlie wiped down the island and put away the butter and jams. They wiped down the rest of the kitchen, Charlie the area around the range and Victor around the sink.
“Okay, that is done,” said Victor as he hung the dishtowel. Charlie watched him go to the stairs, descending to the lower level. A few seconds later he heard the television.
“I’ll just be on my way,” said Charlie, feeling frustrated by Victor ignoring him. It was dumb, because if Victor had invited him to play video games he would have refused, for fear of being too close to him. What if he slipped, made some comment about seeing Victor having sex with Tyler and John.
John really likes you sucking his dick.
Tyler has a thick cock.
Do you always bottom, or do you sometimes get on top?
Do you want to fuck me?
He had a habit of blurting out the wrong thing when nervous and being around Victor made him nervous. And horny.
He went up to put on shorts with pockets. He would grab up his wallet, cellphone, and keys and go over to his home to get his bike out of the garage. Within a few minutes, he was riding through the neighborhood mindlessly, no destination in mind, because he was too focused on replaying Tyler fucking Victor while John sucked his dick.
Charlie was going to ride or find something to do for most of the day. He was going to stay away until nearly dark, then slink back into the Kowalcyzk’s home. He managed to stay out long enough to grab lunch at a deli, but at two thirty he was coasting up the drive. Tyler’s Tacoma was in the neighboring drive, and he wondered if there was a replay of yesterday’s sex happening in Victor’s room. He was missing it, if it were. What he didn’t want to do was walk in on the guys fucking.
Charlie eased into the house and at the stairs, about to go up to Hannah’s old bedroom, he heard Tyler and Victor’s banter about some game they were playing. He heard explosions coming from the television then trash talk between them. It was just Tyler and Victor, and he wondered if John was in the bathroom or just watching his friends play without commenting. He climbed the stairs to take a shower after getting sweaty from his bike ride.
He grabbed up the last pair of gym shorts he had packed, a threadbare pair that were sweatpants cut off. They fit loose, comfortably, but his mother hated them. They were frayed at the waist and leg openings. They were too short. She had threatened to toss them out numerous times, but he managed to keep them stashed in the bottom of a drawer. He pulled out a pair of boxers, an old pair that still fit but had gotten loose over the years. And soft against his skin, thus the reason he refused to trash them. He headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Charlie came back into the bedroom toweling his hair dry. He went to his suitcase for a T-shirt and realized he had worn all of them he had packed. There were two shirts and a tank top lying in the suitcase. The shirts would look ridiculous with the gym shorts, but he hesitated to pick up the tank top. It would show off his shoulders and arms; neither showing any real muscular definition; not like Victor. It would make Victor look at him like he was still a little kid. But Victor did look at him like a little kid. He picked up the tank top and slipped it on. It fit his lean upper body for it was a size too small, and he had the thought Tyler might find him doable. He scoffed as he headed back down for something to drink.
As he descended the stairs, he saw Victor at the island and Tyler at the refrigerator.
“Grab me one, will you?” said Victor.
“Sure,” said Tyler, standing up with two waters in hand. He looked across the kitchen at Charlie as he strolled into the kitchen.
Charlie saw the look, and he turned to see Victor seeing his stare. “Is there one more in there?” said Charlie as he entered the kitchen.
“Here, take this one,” said Tyler after sliding one across the island to Victor.
“Thanks. What have you guys been doing?”
Tyler pulled another water out of the refrigerator and closed the door. He turned to Charlie while unscrewing the top. “We were playing video games.”
“I see,” said Charlie and he turned to go back upstairs.
“You should work out,” said Tyler.
Charlie stopped and looked back; not sure he heard right. “What?”
“You should work out. Tone up your body.”
“I’m eighteen and I doubt no amount of working out will make me look like either of you.”
“So, you think we look good.”
“Tyler,” said Victor in a blunt tone.
“What? We can admire each other, acknowledge who has worked out for a nice body,” said Tyler, flexing a bicep, then laughing. He looked at Charlie, eyes going up and down him. “We’re going to work out. Come with us out back. It’ll be the start of your summer training for a new you when you start college in the fall.”
“By fall? Do you really think there will be a difference by fall,” said Charlie, and by his tone it was obvious he thought Tyler was messing with him.
“Of course. You won’t be as bulked up as John or Victor, but those two gym rats have been lifting weights since the eighth grade.”
“Seventh grade,” said Victor.
“I stand corrected. But Charlie, you’re only eighteen and honestly, it’ll be the next few years when you can really see a difference in your body.
“Whatever,” said Charlie, about to turn to go upstairs.
“He’s right,” said Victor.
“What?”
“If you want to improve yourself, you should start now and…” Victor’s voice trailed off.
“Come on, Charlie, we’ll spot for you. We won’t let you overdo it. Just start with some light weight to get into the rhythm of it. We’re going down to change into shorts and when we come back up, we’ll all go out to the shed to work out.”
It dawned on Charlie where this weight room was located. It was in the old tool shed in the back yard. He looked out the window at the structure, finished to match the house with large double doors on the end facing to the side and two small windows facing toward the house. “So that old tool shed is your weight room.”
“Yes,” said Victor.
“Wait here for us; we’ll be right back,” said Tyler.
Charlie watched the two boys go down to change, fighting the urge to leave. What was it we do in a dangerous situation? Flight or fight. He didn’t have any fight in him, not against Victor and Tyler, but flight would make him a chickenshit. He would rather be embarrassed in the weight room than have the boys think of him as chickenshit.
A couple of minutes later, Victor then Tyler came up the stairs. They were shirtless and were wearing the flimsiest shorts. Victor in cotton gym shorts much like his own but looking far sexier with the way they fit over the round ass and bulged in front. Tyler was in a pair of shorts that looked like runner’s shorts, only they were cotton, not nylon and far looser in fit. They hid what Charlie knew was a nice fat cock. He wondered if working out would make it more pronounced, get it partially aroused for his visual pleasure, something to masturbate to when he showered later.
“Come on Charlie, let’s go work out,” said Tyler.
Charlie followed the two boys out the sliding doors, across the patio and rear yard to the old tool shed. Victor unlocked the padlock and swung the right door out, then the left, opening the end wall up in its entirety. Charlie looked at the layout in the narrow space. At the back wall, there is a weight bench just off center, giving room for a rack holding the weights. On the right side about halfway back, a small bench with a rack holding weights for bicep curls on the near side. On the left, a treadmill sat along the wall leaving a narrow path between it and the small bench. In the front corner partially blocking the opening, a small frig and hanging from the ceiling, a small flat screen television.
“Wow, you got all of that in there,” said Charlie as he crossed the concrete pad at the doors and stepped inside.
Tyler came in behind him and went to the treadmill. “The three of us should loosen up first,” he said as he started with a slow jog.
Victor walked past them and sat on the weight bench, motioning toward the small bench. “Take a seat while we wait for this dumbass to run a few kilometers.”
It was fucking impossible. No matter how he tried to act nonchalant, Charlie found himself staring at Tyler. The upper body began to sweat and the breathing grew labored. When he looked away, most of the time out through the doors, Tyler would say something, drawing his eyes back to the body. He found himself looking down the long muscular torso, noticing how the muscle was getting more defined as Tyler picked up his pace, jogging at a rapid rate, almost a run. Then he noticed how the cock was visible in the shorts, moving back and forth with Tyler’s jogging. It made him feel breathless, trapped even. He looked back at Victor and saw Victor was watching him. Did Victor see his attraction toward Tyler. Did Victor see his eyes roaming over the body.
Charlie turned back to Tyler and leaned back, giving in. He couldn’t pull his eyes away so he would stare, get his fill of this eye candy before he had to go back in and masturbate in the shower. Tyler wiped his face, then ran his hand down his sweaty chest. Fuck, Charlie thought. He turned away again, this time looking back at Victor. Leaned back and legs spread apart, Charlie had a view up the short leg openings. He saw cock and nut sac, and the cock flexed as he stared at it. He looked up and Victor smiled at him. He turned back to Tyler knowing the guys were fucking with him.
Tyler finally slowed, brought his jog down to a slow walk and after a minute, he stopped the treadmill and stepped off. “Okay, Charlie, your next. Victor can go last.”
Charlie started off slowly, a fast walk that loosened up his legs and gradually increased his heart rate. He hit the button, increasing the speed until he was in a jog.
“That’s it, keep building up speed,” said Tyler.
A glance to his left, Charlie saw Tyler sitting on the bench leaning back against the wall, legs spread apart. It was only a brief look, mere seconds, but he saw it, the cock inching down the right thigh, the head damn near the leg opening. He turned his attention back to the open doors. The television was a blank screen, and he wished Victor would put something on to distract him.
“Does the television work?” said Charlie
“Yes, but don’t worry about it right now,” said Victor.
Charlie bumped up his speed again, going from jogging to a slow run. He pushed through the initial struggle and found his rhythm. He ran until he was sweating and breathing hard. The tank top rubbed at his nipples until he was tugging it away.
“Charlie, lose the tank top. It’s rubbing you raw,” said Tyler in a low voice.
Charlie didn’t want to be shirtless in front of the guys. They had such muscular bodies he would be embarrassed to reveal his skinny body. But the tank top was soaked and doing exactly what Tyler had said, it was rubbing him raw. He slowed the treadmill, took the tank top off, and tossed it to the floor, then returned the treadmill to the speed he found comfortable, running in place with Tyler staring at him.
“Okay, Charlie, that’s enough,” said Tyler.
Charlie slowed the treadmill to a walk to let him cool down. It let him look over at Tyler and he nearly tripped when he saw it, the head of Tyler’s cock poking out of the right leg opening. He turned his attention back to the open doors and rear yard. Did Tyler just chuckle? He wanted to look again but he just walked on the treadmill until he had to get off of it.
Stepping off, Charlie looked back at Victor, still sitting, legs spread apart, and cock plainly visible in the left leg opening. He turned his eyes back to Tyler. “What should I do first?”
“I think some light weightlifting to fatigue your arms while you rest your legs,” said Tyler coming to his feet.
Victor stood and came to the treadmill as Charlie moved back to the bench. Tyler followed him and as he looked at the barbell with the weight on it, he knew it was too much, far too much for him.
“I’ll fix the weight and spot for you,” said Tyler.
Charlie lay back on the bench watching Tyler remove weight. It embarrassed him how little was left on the barbell when Tyler stood at his head.
“Okay Charlie, this is just enough to work your arms,” said Tyler.
Charlie took the barbell in hand and pushed it up and out of the bracket as Tyler shifted closer, standing right above his head. He worked the weights up and down and after ten reps began to feel it. Then he noticed how Tyler’s cock was visible up a leg of the shorts. It was right there, so close he could reach up and touch it. He lost his rhythm and Tyler grabbed the bar, placing it back in the rack.
“You like what you see?” whispered Tyler.
Charlie realized Tyler was going to go there. State what he had been thinking. He wanted to say yes, tell Tyler he liked it a lot, but wondered if Tyler was just fucking with him. Tyler moved to the side of the bench and reached down resting a hand on Charlie’s right thigh.
“I see you’re wound up too,” said Tyler.
Charlie felt it, how his cock had responded to the visual stimulation of seeing Victor and Tyler’s cocks. It felt like it stretched down the right thigh and he wondered how visible it was to Tyler through the flimsy cotton shorts. The hand slid to the inside of his thigh, and he felt fingers touch his cock, rubbing the head of it making him shiver.
“You’re really showing,” said Tyler as the hand slid up Charlie’s cock, pushing the leg of the shorts upward.
“Tyler,” Charlie uttered breathlessly. The hand was manipulating him, working along the length of his cock. Tyler had the shorts pushed up until he knew it was fully exposed.
“That’s nice,” said Victor.
Charlie looked down seeing Victor was no longer on the treadmill, but standing at his feet, naked, stroking a very hard cock.
“Go on Tyler, suck Charlie’s cock,” said Victor.
Yeah, Tyler, suck me, Charlie thought as he watched him get down on knees. Tyler took his shorts by the waist band and tugged, and Charlie raised his ass letting them slip easily down his legs until over the knees. Tyler let the shorts drop to his ankles and he kicked them off seeing Victor smile at his willingness.
Charlie held his head up and watched Tyler. The stroking of his cock, then the mouth descending down it, all the way, until all seven inches were in it. “Fuck,” Charlie uttered as he felt the warm mouth holding his cock, then move on it. Up and down, lips and tongue working until he had to lay back and just relish the feel of it.
“Suck him. Suck him off,” urged Victor.
Charlie sensed movement and opened his eyes to see Victor raising a leg to straddle his chest. Standing over him, Victor stroked his cock, then bent at the knees and smacked his face with it.
“Come on, Charlie, suck my cock,” said Victor.
Charlie raised his head and captured Victor’s cock in his mouth as Tyler sucked him. The sound of slurping mouths on cocks and moans of pleasure filled the old tool shed.
Hands took his head while cock pumped through his lips. He relaxed, let the hands hold it in position while Victor fucked his mouth. He moaned around the cock and shivered from the manipulation. Victor’s mouth fuck and Tyler jacking his cock while sucking the head. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out long.
“Fuck,” exclaimed Victor.
Charlie held Victor’s legs feeling the flex of muscle as they worked the cock into his mouth. He was close, so fucking close, he began to push upward with the hips. Victor jammed cock into his mouth then jerked it back until only the head was in his mouth. The cock swelled thicker, then erupted. Cum hit the back of his throat, then filled his mouth. He relished the cum, let it fill his mouth to overflowing, then he pushed upward and shuddered with is own release. Tyler took every ejaculation, then squeezed out the last drop licking it off his sensitive cock.
“Come on Victor, suck me off,” said Tyler.
Victor stepped over Charlie and turned to Tyler standing between the bench and treadmill, stroking a dripping cock. He went to his knees before his friend and took the cock in his mouth. Charlie sat up and watched as the head moved back and forth, slow, then fast, until Tyler took a hold of it and fucked the mouth.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” exclaimed Tyler, and he shuddered and jerked with release as Victor swallowed it.
Victor stood up, picked up a remote from a small shelf Charlie hadn’t noticed before and turned on the television. Gay porn came on, two guys in the middle of fucking.
“Let’s get this party started,” said Victor in a joking manner.
But it didn’t look like a joke to Charlie as Tyler stood before him stroking that fat cock. It glistened in the light from Victor’s spit. “Charlie,” Tyler uttered as he came to him. “I’m going to fuck that tight little ass,” he added as he bent and took each leg.
Charlie lay back as Tyler pulled his legs to the sweaty chest, dragging him down the bench until his ass was right at the end of it. Tyler smacked his ass, then rubbed his exposed hole, then fingered it until three fingers were working through its tightness.
Victor came up next to Tyler where he stroked his cock and watched. “Put it in him. Let me see you fuck that ass,” he said as he stared down at Charlie’s ass being fingered, then into his eyes.
Tyler shifted, bent his knees to get into position, then he penetrated Charlie. Pushing one fat inch after the next through the tightness. He stood up holding the legs against his chest and pulling the ass off the bench, he fucked.
Charlie clung to the edge of the bench as Tyler worked that fat cock inside him. A slow fuck, a fast fuck, both pushing his arousal until his cock was drooling on his abdomen.
“Fuck him,” said Victor, then he cupped the back of Tyler’s neck and kissed him as Tyler kept fucking.
“Yeah, Tyler…fuck me,” Charlie uttered, shocked that he said it aloud. But it was a moment of honesty he had craved for a long time. “Fuck me, Tyler. Fuck my ass.”
And Tyler fucked, harder, faster, working his hips with a rapid pace. He stopped, took the legs behind the knees and pushed them forward until each foot was hooked behind the barbell, the ass turned up for his fuck. He put his cock to the gapped opening and buried it inside Charlie, all the way, then he fucked.
“Jesus, save some for me,” joked Victor.
Charlie rocked with Tyler’s fuck as he clung to the bench. He closed his eyes focusing on the feel of the cock pumping his insides. The fullness of every push inward and the tug outward made his own cock flex with his arousal.
Charlie took his own cock in hand, stroking it as best he could in his position, then his hand was knocked away. He opened his eyes to see Victor standing at his head.
“You can’t get off again, not yet,” said Victor.
Charlie stared up at Victor, then at Tyler. Tyler was sweating, rivulets running down the face and chest while hammering hips against his ass. The sound of it echoed in the small room.
“Come on, Tyler, pump that shit in him,” exclaimed Victor.
“Fuck!” Tyler exclaimed as he shoved every inch of his fat cock into Charlie’s ass and came. He shuddered and pushed against the ass with every ejaculation until spent. Then he eased his dripping cock from the ass.
Tyler had barely stepped back when Victor was pulling Charlie to his feet. A few steps and Victor sat on the other bench with his back against the plywood wall. He stroked his leaking cock then waved it at Charlie. “Come on, Charlie, get on it.”
Charlie straddled Victor, placing a knee on either side of him. He pushed forward, rubbing his leaking cock up the chest. It felt good, too good, and he pumped his cock on the chest a few more times until he felt Victor’s cock touch his ass. The cock rubbed over his leaking hole.
“Charlie,” said Victor.
Charlie eased his ass down until the head penetrated him. He held still, relishing the feel of being penetrated again. Victor bearhugged him, pulled their bodies together, then pulled him down on the cock. He tilted his head back and moaned. Victor kept arms wrapped around him and with bulging biceps, lifted him upward, then pulled him back down. Victor worked his body on the cock while his own cock dragged slickly up and down Victor’s stomach.
“You hot fuck,” uttered Victor. He leaned forward burying his face against the side of the neck. A kiss, then lips moving against it. “I wanted to fuck you ever since I saw you in my closet watching us,” he whispered.
Victor kept moving Charlie’s body, working the ass up and down on his cock. He manhandled him easily until he was on the verge of release. He let Charlie go, sat back and looked into the blue eyes. “Come on, Charlie, work that ass on my cock. Get me off.”
Charlie put his arms loosely around Victor’s neck and moved on the cock. He worked his ass upward until nearly slipping free of it, then dropped down, all the way. He moved slowly at first, looking into the brown eyes seeing the desire and lust, and it aroused him, made him want to please Victor, and he moved faster, with greater physicality, until the bench squeaked and his cock slapped Victor’s abdomen.
“Fuck…Victor,” Charlie uttered.
“Come on, Victor, cum in his ass,” said Tyler, coming next to them slow stroking his cock.
Victor took Charlie’s cock, stroked it as Charlie moved up and down. It pushed Charlie to the point of release. He had nearly cum with Tyler’s fuck and now he could no longer hold back. He slammed his ass down on Victor’s cock and erupted. Cum roped up Victor’s chest and Charlie kept moving, working his spasming ass on the Victor’s cock. Every ejaculation shuddered him. Victor bear hugged them together again, cum smearing between them, and pulled Charlie down on his spurting cock.
Charlie sat on the small bench, leaned back against the wall, slow stroking his cock as he watched Tyler fuck Victor. Victor was on his hands and knees on the treadmill with Tyler holding his waist while slamming cock into his ass. Charlie watched how Tyler varied his pace, at times slow, tugging outward until nearly every inch was visible, then pushing back into the ass until hips pressed against the ass. Then Tyler would tighten his hold on the waist and fuck with a furious pace, hips working cock with a rapid piston motion. Victor would cry out to be fucked harder, then tilt his head down and rock with their fuck.
It aroused Charlie to watch the two guys fuck. To see Tyler hammer Victor’s ass. To see Victor’s cock swing heavily between the thighs. To listen to their moans and grunts and obscene utterances. It aroused him and he shamelessly stroked his hard cock as he watched.
Tyler lay over Victor and ground hips against the ass, working cock into Victor’s depths. Charlie looked at Tyler’s position, bent over Victor, chest against back. Sweaty hot skin against sweaty hot skin. He wanted to be involved, to be a physical part of their fuck. He climbed to feet and moved behind Tyler.
“Let me,” uttered Charlie as he ran a hand up the sweaty back feeling its heat, then he rubbed between the firm round ass cheeks. He fingered the tight hole remembering Tyler was the only one who hadn’t been fucked. As he worked two fingers into him, the ass stopped moving, and he looked up to see Tyler staring back.
“Charlie, for fuck’s sake, stop teasing me. Put that cock in me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” said Tyler.
Charlie slipped his fingers free and moved up to the ass. He pushed his cock down until it aligned with the ass and he punched through its tightness and sank halfway into Tyler. Tyler shivered and moaned, then pushed back on his cock. Soon Tyler was moving steadily between Charlie and Victor, pumping cock into Victor’s ass, the pushing his own ass back on Charlie’s cock.
“Fuck; don’t stop,” exclaimed Charlie.
Tyler became a machine, hips working back and forth. Steadily increasing his pace. Charlie held the waist and watched the ass move on his cock. “Goddammit,” he exclaimed for he was ready to cum far too soon. He wanted their fuck to last forever. He wanted Tyler’s ass to not stop, but he was too aroused, and to look at that hot fuck taking his cock was too much. He held tight to the waist and took over, held Tyler still while he fucked, fucked as hard as he could, hips smacking the ass. As the surge of release coursed through him, he slammed into Tyler’s depths and kept trying to push deeper until he was shuddering with release.
Charlie stepped back and saw Tyler pull back, cock dripping, letting Victor roll over and sit on the treadmill.
“Tyler, help me out,” said Victor holding up his cock. Precum trickled down the head and Tyler leaned over and licked it off, then he moved over Victor, straddled the waist and sank his cum leaking ass down the cock.
Charlie watched how Tyler moved on Victor. So rough, so physical, the treadmill rocked with his movements. Victor sat up and bearhugged Tyler and Charlie watched Tyler get pulled down on Victor’s spurting cock as he had done him earlier.
The tool shed wiped down and locked up, they went back inside to clean up. Charlie started to go up as Tyler headed down to Victor’s room.
“Where are you going?” said Victor.
“Upstairs to take a shower,” said Charlie.
Victor took Charlie by the hand and pulled him to the stairs leading to his room. “You’re showering with us.”
In Victor’s room, they removed gym shorts and playfully touched each other, joking around about what they had done.
“John’s going to be pissed he wasn’t here,” said Tyler.
“We have all summer to make it up to him,” said Victor.
“Yeah, we can tag team his ass until he forgives us,” joked Tyler.
Charlie just listened to their banter as they moved into the bathroom. Victor had a large shower and as soon as the water was warm the three of them entered it. They kissed, touched, and bathed each other. There was an intimacy that had been lacking before. Gentle caresses. Fingers graze smooth skin. Lips moved along necks, along jaws, and against other’s lips. At one point Tyler picked Charlie up and he wrapped his arms and legs around the muscular body while they kissed.
Back in Victor’s bedroom, they lounged naked on the bed, dozing off to sleep.
An Encore Performance
Three days later, Charlie sat against the headboard on Victor’s bed. John was sucking his cock, slobbering noisily on it while rocking with Victor’s fuck. Tyler lay next to them, stroking cock while watching.
“Suck it John, suck that cock,” said Tyler.
Victor began to fuck with greater physicality, hips smacking against the ass and rocking the bed.
Charlie knew it was a good thing Victor’s parents were gone because the sound had to be carrying through the whole house. Victor was unrelentless in fucking John, and the way it pushed John’s mouth down on his cock was just too much. To watch Victor, the muscular body sweating with his efforts and the cock come into view then disappear in John’s ass, then look over and see Tyler, that hot fuck playing with himself while watching them, it drove him insane with desire. His arousal grew until he tried to pump his cock into the suctioning mouth. John had his thighs pinned down, holding him in place. Charlie slipped his fingers through John’s hair, balled them into fist, and pulled the head down until his cock was buried in the mouth and throat, and he came.
“Yes! Pump that shit down his throat,” exclaimed Tyler.
Charlie pushed the mouth off his cock and watched Victor manhandle John, flip him to his back, push the thighs against the chest, and bury cock back into the ass. As Victor fucked John, Charlie looked at Tyler. They shared a look, one that spoke to their desires. Tyler knew what he wanted. The ankles were grabbed, the body dragged down the bed. Just as Victor had done with John, Tyler pushed his thighs against his chest, angling his ass up for fucking. John’s first load leaked from it, and Tyler smeared it with his cock. Charlie moaned as the cock rubbed is ass, then he cried out as Tyler buried it in his ass.
They fell into a rhythm, their fucks at the same pace, rocking the bed until it banged into the wall. Charlie clutched at the bed as Tyler pushed down on his legs and hammered his ass.
“You want me?” said Tyler.
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Tell me Charlie Paxton. Tell me what you want,” said Tyler as his hips smacked Charlie’s ass.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Tyler. Shove that fat cock in me.”
For a moment, Charlie sense nothing but their fuck. The tall muscular body using him, fucking him, pumping a fat cock into his depths. Sweat rained down on him and his own cock leaked on his abdomen.
“Goddammit, Tyler, fuck me.”
Tyler moved down on top of him as if to smother him. Wrapped up in the long arms beneath the muscular body, Charlie took him. Took the grinding of hips against his ass and the lips pressing against his own, then the gasping for breath sucking the air from his lungs.
“Charlie,” said Tyler. It was spoken so softly, in such contrast to the physicality of their fuck, for Tyler had increased his pace once again, fucking Charlie’s ass for release. “Take me,” Tyler uttered breathlessly as he shoved into Charlie’s depths and came.
“Fuck!” Victor cried out and Charlie knew John was taking his load.
The four of them fucked to the point of exhaustion, then lay on Victor’s bed until their breathing returned to normal.
“Let’s get cleaned up before my folks get back,” said Victor rolling off the bed.
For the rest of the summer, it seemed no one could get enough. The four of them went to the beach and spent most of their time in the hotel room fucking. When someone had their home alone, they fucked. And then there were the times it was just two or three of them, taking advantage of some opportunity. For Charlie, it was most often Victor, but as the summer progressed, he found himself at Tyler’s house more than John’s and Victor’s.
Charlie knew it meant nothing but just who was available for a good time and once August arrived, they would go their separate ways, Victor to Georgia, John to Rice, Tyler to Vanderbilt, and Charlie, starting his freshman year, to Auburn.
They talked about the breaks between semesters and one more summer for the three juniors before graduation would end their summers of freedom.
Charlie felt it unfair how he had been late to the party, but when Tyler was fucking him, driving that fat cock into his depths, he was thankful for the time he did have. He knew he was lucky to have been given such an education in the ways of sex between men, no more obvious than when Victor was working ass on his cock. To gain confidence, no longer feeling less than, reinforced by John telling him he was such a hot fuck while begging to be fucked harder.
Charlie thought his last time with the guys would be all four of them, but a last-minute vacation and events conspired against him, and one rainy afternoon, Charlie found himself alone with Tyler. His parents had gone to visit his aunt, and they had house to themselves for the day. Charlie had wasted no time calling Victor and Tyler, knowing John was in Italy with his parents. Victor had cussed with frustration, telling Charlie he had to go with his parents to visit a relative. It left Tyler to come give him relief, and Tyler didn’t disappoint him.
Tyler sucked his cock until swallowing his load. Tyler fingered his ass, ate it out until it was a sloppy wet mess. Then Tyler got him on his knees and fucked his ass. Fucked him roughly, rocking the bed beneath them. Charlie had come to love it, the physical nature of their fucks. Tyler squeezed his waist in a tight hold and hammered his insides. Tyler slid a hand up his back, grabbed him by the hair, and tugged his head back until his hands came off the bed while not slowing, hips smacking against ass. Tyler pulled him upright and back against his sweaty torso, while driving cock into him. Tyler slid a hand down Charlie’s lean torso and took his cock, stroking it while he fucked.
Charlie came first, spraying cum across his bed. Then Tyler shoved into his depths and came too.
There was no hesitation, just a shift in position until Charlie lay against the headboard while Tyler worked ass on his cock. They kissed and touched as Tyler moved ass up and down on Charlie until he came again. Then Tyler got on his knees for Charlie to suck him off.
As they did each time, they fucked and sucked to the point of exhaustion, then showered together. Charlie let Tyler bath him, run soapy hands over his body.
“It seems odd the summer is already over,” said Tyler.
“Tell me about it,” said Charlie.
Tyler looked into his eyes, smiling with acknowledgment.
“Are you ready for your freshman year?”
“I think so.”
“You think so? Listen to you. It’ll be great. Some freshman ass to fuck and cock to suck.”
“Yes, fresh meat for the freshman,” joked Charlie.
“That’s the spirit.”
“Besides, we will have summer break and next summer.”
“Yep, unless you come home with some boyfriend.”
Charlie laughed, because he couldn’t imagine it.
“It could happen,” said Tyler.
“Yes, I guess so, but…in college…maybe.”
“Will you see Victor before you leave?”
“You mean, will I get another piece of Victor’s ass before I leave.”
They laughed, then Tyler leaned against the tile wall. “I guess not. I know his parents have all these dinner parties planned then it’ll be time for all of us to hit the road.”
“Can I ask you something?” Charlie had told himself not to ask but with it just the two of them, and he let his curiosity get the better of him.
“Yes, of course.”
“Have you guys ever considered something more serious?”
“A relationship? No, I’ve not considered it.”
“What about Victor and John. They seem to be closer than either are with you.”
“Maybe,” Tyler replied. After a silence, he chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve seen it, but not sure it really means anything. It’s a long way between Texas and Georgia and I think they’ll end up going in different directions.”
Charlie turned the shower off and knew it signaled the end of their afternoon together. Tyler would get dressed and be on his way and for the next three days, he would pack and prepare himself for his arrival on campus.
The Freshman
Charlie tried not to do it, at least not all the time, but he sized up the guys he crossed paths with on campus. On his dorm floor, it was hopeless, for those doable far outnumbered those that didn’t measure up in some way. His roommate, the two guys across the hall, or the one of the guys two rooms down, the hot Latino fuck across from the elevator, and the tall lanky farm boy from west Tennessee who shared a room with a foreign exchange student from South Korea…another piece of ass that was doable. He didn’t know how to stop. Two guys in English, one in his history that he followed to the cafeteria just to see the ass move in the jeans, then there were all the guys he saw on campus going from class to class.
“What’s wrong Charlie” said Justin, his roommate three days after the start of classes.
“What do you mean?”
“You seem frustrated or anxious. Are you having any trouble with a class?”
“No, classes are fine.”
“Then what is it?”
Charlie had thought about it, wondering if he should do it as soon as he got on campus. Come out to the guys around him, admit he was gay. But he had held back, wanting to get to know the guys a little, know which ones he might want to avoid with his big announcement. In text messages, Victor had told him to just do it. but Tyler said to do it when he was ready. John said to stroll naked down the hall and see who came on to him, ending the text with a smiley face. But here he was in the middle of his first week and his roommate already knew something was up. Time to put up or shut up.
“Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to freak out or anything.”
You’re gay.”
Charlie sat stunned, staring at Justin who was smiling back. “You knew?”
“I suspected, but it was pretty obvious the way you look at that farm boy and his roommate.”
“Damn and I thought I was being careful. But you’re not freaked out or anything are you?”
“No, I’m good with it, but for the record, I’m not interested,” said Justin, laughing.
After admitting to Justin, he was gay, Charlie found himself telling others and by the weekend, it was common knowledge Charlie Paxton in room 314 was gay. There were a few who avoided him, but they had been less than friendly to start with, so Charlie just ignored them. He found others accepting, some even asking him what it was like for him.
The second weekend after the start of classes, Charlie found himself at a party off campus. He had overheard a guy and girl talking about it in one of his classes and he pushed past his tendency of not saying something. Before last summer he would have let himself be left out, but now he wanted to be included. He wanted to go to a party, hang out with others, and maybe hook up with someone. Wasn’t that what college was all about?
The girl had told him the details, a party held by two sophomores, one in music and one in art, saying it should be more fun than any of the frat parties they had heard about.
He was making his way around the dining table, grabbing something to snack on when a guy came into the room and fell in next to him.
“Hey, I’m Felix.”
“Charlie.”
“Have you been to one of their parties before?”
“No, this is my first time.”
“Are you a freshman too?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ve run across so many juniors and sophomores and most of them give me this look like I’m trespassing.”
“Maybe we are,” Charlie joked. “I’m good with it. Aren’t you?”
Felix laughed as he followed Charlie around the end of the table to the other side. Chips, a few cookies, and a handful of nuts, Charlie pulled away from the table wondering if Felix would hang out with him.
“What’s your major,” said Felix coming to stand next to him as the music increased in volume.
“Environmental studies. I’m not sure where to focus for right now I want to do it all, but I’ve got to figure it out before the end of the year. What about you?”
“Art, focusing on graphic design. Hey, you want to go outside for some fresh air?”
“Yes; lead the way.”
It had been too easy. Shockingly so. Charlie found himself in Felix’s dorm room, kissing and touching him, then stripping him naked. Felix admitted to being inexperienced and Charlie thought about how the guys would respond to such a declaration, especially John or Tyler. He got Felix to raise each foot so he could remove the jeans and boxers. He ran his hands up the thighs and over the cock as he stood. He raked them across the chest then cupped the neck and pulled Felix into a kiss. When he pulled back, he stared into the grey eyes.
“There’s always a first time. Now take my clothes off,” said Charlie.
“Have you done it before,” said Felix as he unbuttoned Charlie’s shirt.
“Yes.”
“A lot?”
“This past summer with these three guys. One was a neighbor.”
“Three guys? All at once?”
“Sometimes,” Charlie replied, smiling at Felix. “And it was fucking awesome.”
Felix chuckled. Charlie saw it seemed to relax him.
Charlie stood naked letting Felix touch him. A hand across his chest, then with encouragement, fondling his cock.
“Go on, take me in your mouth,” whispered Charlie. He held his breath waiting on that virgin to take his cock. He watched Felix hold his cock, lick the head, then slip lips over it. “That’s it, suck me,” said Charlie as Felix pushed forward.
Charlie closed his eyes just focusing on the rhythm of the mouth on his cock. The way it moved over the head and down the shaft nearly all the way. It made him ball his hands into fists and curled his toes, and once so aroused, cock rock hard, he held the head and pumped it through the lips nearly gagging Felix.
“I want to cum, but not yet,” said Charlie, pushing Felix off his cock.
Felix looked up questioningly. Charlie smiled, then guided him to his feet and onto the bed. He lay between the legs and toyed with Felix, manipulating the cock, tugging on the nuts, then sucking the cock into his mouth. Felix cried out and shivered with the manipulation.
“Fuck; Charlie,” uttered Felix.
Charlie worked his mouth on the cock until he knew Felix couldn’t hold back, and he focused his efforts on the sensitive head. Come for me, he thought as he worked the head.
“Charlie!” Felix cried out, then he shoved upward into Charlie’s mouth.
Charlie held still, letting Felix pump the cock into his mouth. It swelled thicker then gushed wad after wad of cum. He captured it, all of it, swallowing when his mouth was full.
Felix raised his knees, spread apart. “Charlie, fuck me.”
Charlie came to his knees and took each leg. He held them to his chest as he scooted closer to the ass. He smacked it with his cock, then pushed against the tight opening. “Felix, relax; let me in.”
Felix clutched the bed and pushed against Charlie’s cock. Charlie held the legs and pushed back. He watched his cock squeeze into Felix. He felt it. It made him shudder. He pushed deeper, working about halfway into Felix, then he held still.
“Are you good?” said Charlie.
“Yes,” Felix replied.
Charlie began to fuck. A slow tug and push into Felix, working deeper into him as he did so. Once nearly all the way inside him, he increases his pace. The bed began to rock beneath them, and Felix was moaning and grunting.
Hooking the legs into the elbow of each arm, Charlie moved over Felix until they could kiss. It was passionate, almost desperate in the way they pressed lips against lips and worked tongues into the other’s mouth. Charlie kissed along the jaw and down the neck as Felix sucked in lungfuls of air.
Charlie grew close and he fucked with determination. A hard fuck, shoving his cock into the ass. It made Felix cry out, grunt with each push. Felix hugged their bodies together and Charlie gasped for air, shoved into Felix’s depths, and shuddered with release.
“Now do me,” said Charlie, getting down on his hands and knees next to Felix. “Come on, fuck my ass.”
Felix got on his knees and behind Charlie. He aligned his cock with the tight opening and penetrated it. “Fuck,” he uttered as he eased into Charlie.
“Yeah…fuck,” said Charlie.
Charlie tilted his head down and rocked with their fuck. He felt his cock swing heavily between his thighs.
“Oh Charlie,” said Felix.
Hips began to smack against his ass, and Charlie began to push back to increase the physical nature of their fuck. Body smacked against body, and Felix tightened a hold of his waist.
“Pump it in me. Come on, Felix, do it,” exclaimed Charlie.
“Fuck!” exclaimed Felix.
Charlie felt how Felix shoved into his depths then held tight to his ass. He felt the shuddering and gasping for breath and knew Felix was coming inside him.
The room was quiet except for the soft snores from Felix. Charlie knew he needed to get up and dress. The roommate would be back before long, and Felix probably wouldn’t want to explain to him why he was in bed with a naked guy. But Charlie knew they had a few more minutes, so he lay still listening to Felix sleep. It was nice, and he wondered how it would play out with Felix. Would it just be two guys coming together, scratching that itch when it so desperately needed it, or would it become more serious. They were in college and he’d let it play out, see where things went with Felix, knowing if the day came and they went their separate ways, he could deal with it. He could move on, meet others. Some would be casual hook ups, but he knew eventually there would be one that would be more than that. Looking at Felix, he considered it again with him.
He thought of the guys from back home and wondered what they were up to and if they were having fun. One of them could be found the one. He smiled at the notion of any of them suddenly serious about someone. He pictured Victor and John, knowing if there were two guys made for each other it was them. Then he thought of Tyler chasing some underclassman on campus. He smiled at the image. What would next summer be like when they were home again. If he wasn’t in a relationship, it could be like the last one. He pushed hair out of Felix’s face and rolled out of bed to his feet. Felix stirred.
“Are you leaving?” Felix mumbled, half asleep.
“Yes. I call you later.”
“Call me tomorrow; we can get lunch together.”
Charlie slipped on his boxers as Felix rolled over and fell back asleep. They had plans for lunch. Was it the start of something serious? He tugged on his jeans then put on his shirt. He looked at Felix one last time and slipped out the door.
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