Carl Wants It

From Part 1

“Will you stop by tomorrow?”

“I had a good time tonight, Carl.” I bent over and kissed him. “I’m not sure what I’m doing tomorrow.” I finished dressing. “Why don’t you keep the condom, huh. Find some desperately lonely guy and share some humanity with him.”

He was sitting up now, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. Then he looked at his feet. “Is that what you did?”

“No, you’re not desperate, Carl. Or, at least, you shouldn’t be,” I told him, and I walked out.

“Fuck,” I said aloud as I looked in the mirror.It’d been three days since that party and my encounter with Carl, and I could not get that look with those sad brown puppy dog eyes out of my head.I didn’t know the guy; he was just a guy at a party.A cute guy at a party.A cute guy at a party who was horny at the same time I was.

Still, he was cute as fuck, and I closed my eyes and imagined holding him in my arms.

I needed to get to class.I grabbed my backpack and checked my hair in the mirror.In seconds I was out the door.First, French grammar class then Introduction to C programming followed by Calculus 2.While past participle agreement is not the most fascinating subject on the planet, just a few mistakes can knock a grade down a whole letter.The past participle of the passé composé will always reflect the gender and number of a preceding direct object.  The keyword is preceding. It’s not a difficult rule, but since we don’t do it in English, it’s an easy rule to overlook when writing.

My programming class was a little more difficult.The professor introduced pointers.The concept wasn’t difficult, but remembering when to use the asterisk and ampersand was confusing.I wrote myself a note to remember that ‘and’ started with an ‘a’ and so did ‘ampersand’ and ‘address.’I thought it was cool that a programmer could mess around with memory directly like that.

Calculus was a bit of a bore, and since I knew the homework assignment, I began to work on it.Of course, my mind drifted a bit, and I imagined Carl coming to the door and asking for me.He called out, “I have an ache that only you can cure.”I chuckled out loud.The professor stopped and asked me whether I were OK.

“Sorry, my brain wandered off to lunch for a moment.I apologize, ma’am.

She nodded and continued with the lesson.When she dismissed us, I got up calmly and walked slowly to the door, but once outside the building, I ran back to the dorm.I grabbed a hamburger and searched for Carl’s room.I knew it was crazy, but I had to see him.I was becoming obsessed.I found his room.On the name card, I saw ‘Carl Oppenheimer’.Poor Carl.I bet that name was a bitch to learn to spell and worse to learn to write in cursive.

Once at his room, I sat next to the door and waited.I was acting like a desperate fool.But I was desperate, desperate to feel his lips touch mine, desperate to push my tongue into his mouth, and desperate to feel his cock in my ass.

The look on his face when I walked out on him kept popping back into my head.He probably saw me as an arrogant asshole who used him.That’s when I realized that’s exactly what I was.

What was I thinking?My ass had been rimmed, licked, and fingered, but no one had ever truly penetrated it with anything.No dildo, plug, or penis had seen the inside of my love chute.I considered my ass virginal.But I wanted to see Carl between my legs pumping my belly full of his seed.

I finished my math homework and still no Carl.I finished my French homework and still no Carl.I wrote a C program that used pointers to do simple addition and still no Carl.I nodded off.

“Hey, man.”

The voice startled me awake.I looked up; the face looked familiar, but I didn’t know him.“Aren’t you in my sociology class?What do you need?”

I stood up.“I’m looking for Carl.”

“He went back home.”

The word ‘no’ screamed and echoed in my head.He couldn’t be gone.I’m going to have to go looking for him.

“Yeah,” the voice continued.“His sister’s getting married this weekend, so he left this morning.He’s supposed to be back Sunday afternoon.I’m his roommate Steve.”

“My name’s Drew.”

“Drew?” said Steve.“The guy from the party the other night?”

“Yeah.I need to talk to him,” I added.

“What, you have the clap or something.You messed him up good.I don’t know if he’ll want to talk to you.”

“Don’t say that.”My voice sounded as though I were begging.“He probably thinks I’m an asshole because, well, I acted like one.But I’m not.”

“I think you are.”Steve poked a finger into my chest.“I only heard his side, but I think you should go find some other sucker to fuck.”

I felt my eyes mist up.“I really need to talk to him.Will you tell him?”

Steve put his backpack down and pulled out a notebook.I saw him write ‘Drew the asshole wants to talk to you.’What’s your number?I gave him my cell phone number and my room number.

I picked up my backpack.“My last name’s not Asshole; it’s Baker.”I walked back to the dining hall.I got a full plate, but I only picked at the food.What if Carl refused to talk to me?How could I explain to him this connection I felt with him when I didn’t understand it myself?

The next few days were torture.I had such difficulty concentrating.Sunday was worse; I kept looking at the time.My roommate came back to get some clothes before heading back to his girlfriend’s.

“You look like shit,” said Rodney.“Did you get any sleep?”

“Not much.I kept waking up,” I told him.

“You need to get laid; you’ll sleep like a baby.You know what they say.Make a baby then sleep like one.”

“Just that thought alone would keep me awake.”I chuckled.

“See you later, man.”He left; it was just before noon.

I went to my bed and stretched out.I spent some time rubbing my temples before holding my spare pillow to my chest.I rubbed the back of the pillow and imagined that I was rubbing Carl’s back.I began to get drowsy; my eyelids became heavy.

There was sudden metal on metal sound, and I opened my eyes to find myself in a wire cage.I was naked and cold.Carl was banging a metal cup against the metal of the cage.

“Wake up you piece of shit!”Carl was screaming at me.I looked up at him; he was naked.His erect penis pointed straight out.Precum dripped from the end.“Stop looking at my dick!”

I looked down at my hands; they were cut and bleeding.The cage began to move and was lifted into the air.I looked around and saw the swimming pool behind me.The cage was hoisted over the water.I looked up at Carl.

“Now, I want you to look at my dick,” he said.“I want it to be the last thing you see.”

The cage was lowered into the water; the water was ice cold.I tried to scream as it surrounded me.My body pushed up against the top of the cage and then I was submerged.I couldn’t breathe.I was drowning; an evil laugh filled my head.

I awakened with a muffled gasp. Still holding the pillow to my chest, I had pulled the upper portion to block my mouth and nose.I sat up and took a deep breath.I straightened the covers of the bed and looked at myself in the mirror.My hair looked as if I hadn’t combed it that day.Running my fingers through it, I finally got it to look halfway decent.

A knock at the door made me jump; looking at the clock I saw that it was almost four.I suddenly felt nervous, worse than I did the first time I ask a guy I knew was gay if he wanted to go out to grab a bite to eat.

Going to the door with a pit in my stomach, I was worried that I might start to throw up.I opened the door to see Carl standing there.He met my eyes, and he smiled.My apprehension fell away; I smiled back.

Carl stepped closer and held out a foil packet.“I suppose you want your condom back.”He said it with a little snark in his voice that I’m sure I deserved.

“No,” I said as I reached out to touch his arm.“Please, come in.”

“My roommate says I shouldn’t.He doesn’t like you.”Carl stepped into the room.“But I want to hear what you need to tell me.”

“You’ve done something to me, Carl,” I started.

“I have?”

“Yeah, not on purpose, of course, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”I saw Carl look toward the floor.“Have a seat.”I pointed toward the bed.He sat and clasped the packet in his two hands.I heard him release a deep breath.

“I really wanted you to stay the other night,” he said without looking at me.

“Maybe I should have…”

“But you didn’t, and we can’t change that,” said Carl.

“No.We can’t.”I prepared myself for the bad news.

He stood up and stepped in front of me.“You told me to use this condom on someone desperate and lonely.”

“I didn’t realize that I was describing myself until I got back to my room that night,” I said.

Carl stepped closer.“And I realized that I wasn’t desperate or lonely.That is until you walked out.You started something.When my sister got married this weekend, she asked me if I’d found someone.I told her that I did, but I wasn’t sure if he felt the same way.”

“You can tell her that he does the next time you talk to her.”I pulled Carl to me, and I fell back on the bed with him over me.He kissed me, and I kissed back.

“Out of all the people at that party, you picked me, and you told me I was cute.No one’s ever called me cute.The closest I’ve ever gotten was relatives who said I was a nice-looking young man.This weekend, Mrs. Johnson, the lady that lived next door when I was growing up told me that college must agree with me because I’d changed into a cute young man.”Carl wiggled down to lay his head on my chest.“I can feel your dick.”He lifted his head to smile at me.“Do you want to fuck me now while your roommate is gone?Then we can grab a bite to eat.”

“My roommate won’t be back until tomorrow.Help me get my shirt off.You’re going first.”

“Me?What do you mean?” asked Carl.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I told him.“Where’s the condom?”

“But you said to use it on someone lonely and desperate.”

I thought for a moment, then I felt tears begin to well up.“I’m not either anymore, am I?”I smiled as a tear rolled down my cheek.

Carl brushed the tear away.“Neither am I.I guess we can’t use it.”He locked eyes with me.“I’ve only been with one guy, and he used protection.”

“I’ve always used protection.Take your clothes off.”I stood up and stripped.I grabbed my lubricant and spread it on Carl’s stiff cock.I kissed him again, and his tongue pushed my lips apart.As his tongue darted across mine, the desire to have him physically join me grew in intensity.“Oh, Carl,” I said, already breathless, “I want you so much.”

He pushed me back, and I spread my legs apart.I rubbed lube against my hole and looked up into his eyes.The pressure of his dick pushing against my opening was like someone picking at the edge of a bandaid.The anticipation and anxiety built up, and then he was inside. I sucked air deep into my lungs.The intense pleasure of his filling me forced my eyes to roll back; I threw my head back against the mattress.He pulled back and pushed forward with more force.I felt our bones hit as he reached the hilt of his hard shaft.

The sensation of a rigid penis rubbing across a prostate gland has been described in myriad ways, none of which give justice to the experience.Carl could have continued doing it until I died, and I would not have complained about hunger or thirst.

Carl began to grunt.He began to push into me with more speed.

“Yes, baby, yes,” I cried.My inside stretched as if a liter of liquid had been forced inside me.

Carl dropped off the edge of the bed onto his knees.“Oh, fuck,” he panted.I could feel his seed try to escape me; he’d given me so much.He glanced at my ass and then into my eyes.“Watching my cum leak out of you is so fucking hot.”

“Come up here next to me.”I moved to my side and spooned him.I pulled him tightly to me and gently squeezed his nipple as I did.I kissed the nape of his neck then flicked his ear with my tongue.

“I can still feel your dick,” he said.“Here, let me put some lube on it.”He reached between his legs and rubbed my rod.The cool liquid contrasted with heat from his body.He pushed my cock so the head rested against his hole.“It’s OK if it accidentally slips inside.Just so you know.”

I titled my hips.“Oops.”