Charlie's Mistake

My mother began to date Ty when I was in high school. He was completely different from my father, and I enjoyed the Saturdays he spent at the house. On warm days, he was shirtless, and I could sneak a look at his muscular chest, covered lightly in short, straight hair that was slightly darker than that on his head. A wonderful treasure trail traveled down his eight pack. Depending on the shorts he wore, sometimes the top of his bush was visible at the very edge. I spent many times in my room spilling my seed into a towel or washcloth as I thought about his handsome face and pretended he let me touch him.

While I always enjoyed looking at him, I didn’t always like being in the same room with him. A lot of it seemed to depend on whether my mother was there. When she was around, he was courteous, manly, and serious. Sometimes he was like that when she wasn’t around, but more and more, as they entered the third year of their relationship, he would be in a happy, joking mood with me. Sometimes, he was even flirtatious but never when she was around. When he was in one of those moods, he was often over to work in the yard or on the car he’d purchased to restore. Those moods would send me into sexual overdrive, and I would have to go to my room to take care of things.

One Saturday, my life changed. Ty came over to work on the car. My mother had gone to help her sister. I was surprised to see him because my mother and he had had an argument a week or so before and had only spoken on the phone twice according to her. She tried to warn me that things might be over for them. He still had a key to the house, and I was watering the flower beds when he stopped by. He was in a sleeveless T, one of those shirts called a wifebeater. He nodded and smiled at me as though nothing were wrong. He went into the garage for a few moments, and when he came out, he asked if he could look up a part number on the Internet.

I nodded my OK, and just before he went in, he looked over at me and smiled.  I felt a twinge in my dick.  It was a feeling I was experiencing more and more often when he was around.  I finished watering and went inside. When I came into the house, I found him standing at the door to my room. I thought nothing of it until he began to speak.

Ty looked back into my room and then turned to face me.  "I used your laptop to look up the part.”

“OK,” I replied.

“I saw your blue notebook, Charlie.  You left it open.”

I tried to pretend that I had no idea what he was talking about, but I had written some fantasies I had in that notebook, and I had recently written one using his name for a character whose description matched his. My heart began to beat faster.

“And you left a porn site up on your browser.”

“Oh, fuck.” I turned away as I said it. 

"It was a gay porn site, Charlie."  

There was no doubt he knew. I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to cry and say I was sorry, to ask him not to tell and promise never to do it again  "I..  I..."  His hands squeezed my shoulders.

“You don’t need to be afraid, Charlie.” He pressed his chest against my back. “I understand. I do.” His cheek pressed against mine. “I care about you, Charlie. More than I can say; I didn’t realize you shared those feelings.”

I turned to face him. His beautiful green eyes searched mine. I placed my hands on each side of his face and kissed him.

“Oh, Ty,” I finally said.

“You’re stirring feelings inside me, Charlie. I want to stay, but I think I should go.”

“Please don’t. Stay. Now that you know, I want to share everything.” I pushed my hand against his chest and ran my hand down to his crotch. “I want you... I want to be with you.”

Ty placed his hand over mine and pushed himself against my hand. I felt his dick thicken.

“Oh, Charlie. I don’t know. We shouldn’t.” He pulled me to him again. “But I want you, too.  I want you so badly. I have for as long as I can remember .”

“What I feel isn’t wrong.” I kissed him again. “It can’t be wrong.”

Ty pushed his lips against mine and pushed them apart with his tongue. He pressed against me, crushing me into the door frame. His hardness moved up and down against mine. Even through underwear and pants, I could feel him. We continued to kiss as our hands explored until he exclaimed, “I want you. Forgive me, I need you.” He led me by the hand to my bathroom and turned on the shower. Neither of us spoke as we shed our clothing. I felt his mouth on my neck, and I reached down to touch his fully erect penis. I wanted to put my mouth on it. I glanced down and saw that he had a foreskin. Oh, how I wanted to play with it and kiss it.

Ty pulled me into the shower. We laughed as the water spilled over our heads. We took turns soaping up and rinsing off. I’m sure we used half of the bottle of body wash. He turned me to the wall and rinsed my back. I felt his lips travel down my spine. He kneeled on the floor of the shower and pulled my ass cheeks apart. I felt his tongue assault my hole, and I liked it. He licked again and again.

“I love the way you squirm,” he told me. “It’s so cute.”

I lowered myself and kissed him again. “You read my story, Ty. You know my feelings go beyond a schoolboy crush. I want everything with you. Will you stand up?”

“Sweet Charlie,” he said as he stood. “I pushed his erection with my nose before opening my mouth and taking the hard shaft between my lips. I practiced what I had read and moved back and forth while I pushed against his cock with my tongue. I could hear him moan above the sound of the rushing water, and I knew I was pleasing him. I got lost in the pleasure as I tried to get more and more of him into me. With my lips tightly holding him near the base of his dick, and my tongue moving quickly up and down the underbelly of his erection, I barely noticed his hands grasp my shoulders. His hips flinched, driving him a little more quickly into my mouth, and he filled me with his creamy seed.

He was saltier than my own, but it was a pleasant savory taste that I knew I would want again. He pulled me up to face him before covering my mouth with his and tasting some of his own juice.

The water began to chill, and we had one last rinse before turning it off. We toweled and laughed, and I felt so happy. Ty pushed his bundled towel against my forehead. “You’re dripping a bit.”

“Stay with me. Let’s crawl under the covers.” I pulled on his hand as I said it, drawing him closer to my bed.

“I shouldn’t,” he said. “I won’t want to leave.”

“Then don’t.” I reached down and gently grasped his now flaccid penis. “I want to know what it’s like, to have this inside me.”

“But I haven’t taken you to dinner yet,” he laughed.

“I’ll eat after,” I told him.

He leaned forward and kissed me. I pulled him to my bed and onto me. He nestled between my legs, and we continued to kiss and touch. I spread my knees apart and reached for his manhood. He was hard and dripping precum when my fingers brushed against it.

“Put it inside me,” I whispered to him.

“Do you have any lube?” he asked.

“Just Vaseline. I use it on my fingers,” I said.

“It’s not the best,” he replied. “And it’s messy. Let’s see if I can work up enough spit.”

He went down between my legs and spread my cheeks apart. I felt him work his saliva into me with his fingers. The pleasure was intense. It was interrupted by the discomfort of a stretch as he pushed his rod against my hole. His mouth covered mine and muffled the small groans I emitted as he pushed slowly into me. I couldn’t believe how big his dick felt.

Ty’s movements were gentle, soft even, as he allowed me to accommodate him. It took several minutes for him to penetrate me to the point where he could begin a back and forth motion. The desire for him continued to build. I grabbed his head and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He sucked my tongue as he began to fuck me in earnest.

My eyes rolled back involuntarily as his cock moved in and out. He had discovered a pleasure point I hadn’t known existed. I felt my dick harden; it rubbed across his lower abs as moved himself deep within me. I wanted to pull all of him into me. Without warning, my body tensed, and I expelled a stream of cum so furiously that it shot past my ear and onto the top of the pillow.

Ty began to pump into me with more speed. I could hear the slapping sound as our bodies met. And then he shoved against me with such force that my hips tilted up. He growled as he released his seed into me. A moment later, he collapsed next to me.

I turned and looked into his eyes. I knew that this would be the moment of truth. Would guilt force him out of the bed or would this be just another sexual encounter for him?

He reached forward and pulled me to him. “I don’t want to let you go. Not ever.”

“I love you, Ty,” I said.

“Oh, Charlie, I love you, too.” He took a deep breath. “Fuck. Why do things have to be so complicated?”

“My mother,” I said.

“What about her?”

That seemed a strange question to me. “Well, I haven’t told her that I’m gay.”

“Oh, Charlie, she knows. She’s just waiting for you to admit it to her.” He smiled.

“What about you? Does she know?”

He chuckled. “Well, she doesn’t know that I’m in love with her son, and I’m not going to tell her that I just had the best sex in my entire life.”

“The best sex?” I asked.

He looked deeply into my eyes. “Yeah. The best. It really does make a difference when you’re in love.”

“Should I tell her when we’re alone, or do you want to be there?”

“We all should be there. Get everything out in the open. I think the biggest challenge will be our age difference.” Ty rolled on his back.

Our age difference? I thought. Sure, we were ten years apart. He was twenty-eight; I was eighteen, but surely the fact that he’s been dating my mother was a bigger challenge.

Ty took me to dinner, and afterward, we made a quick stop at the store to pick up some lubricant. We had sex several times that evening, and on one of those times, I was the one who entered him. If I had to rank which thing I enjoyed more, I wouldn’t be able to. There’s a certain thrill about being the one who slides back and forth inside the man he loves. The sensation of coming while deep inside one’s lover while our eyes are locked in a moment of intimacy is indescribable. Then again, having my man’s shaft making love to my manhole is also exhilarating. I didn’t want it to stop, but since my mother was due back in the morning, we knew that he should go home rather than spend the night. Before he left, we set seven o’clock the next evening as the time to put all the cards on the table.

I had a pit in my stomach the next day. My mother had announced that she and Ty had made up while she was out of town and that he was coming over for dinner and bringing chicken tenders. I spent about fifteen minutes in the middle of the afternoon writing “I’m fucked” and “this is going to blow up in my fucking face” and similar phrases in my notebook. As six-thirty drew near, I wanted one more evening with him before I was sent to live with my grandparents, and that was hoping that my mother didn’t kill both of us. I tried to remember what it felt like to have him inside me and for him to hold me after. I’d known love, but I wasn’t ready to meet death.

The knock at the door made me want to throw up. I popped my head around the corner as my mom went to the door. She opened it and smiled. Ty walked in and gave her a huge hug. They kissed.

“I’ve missed you,” he said. He stepped into the house, and another man came in behind him. It was Ty. Wait a minute, I thought. How can there be two Ty’s?

The second Ty walked over to me. “I told Tyler about us, and he thinks you’re too young, but he says he’ll be supportive.

I made a little squeaking sound and nodded.

“Let’s eat before the chicken gets cold,” said Tyler. “Tyson told me that you love tenders from Chicken Express, Charlie. He insisted that we get some from there.”

I looked over at Ty–Tyson, and he smiled. I looked up at Tyler. There were two of them. My mother was in love with Tyler, and I was in love with Tyson. Neither one was being dishonest with her.

“Are you OK, Charlie?” asked my mother.

“I’ve never been happier, Mom. Love does that to a person.” I walked over and hugged her. “I’ve got something to tell you, but first, a chicken tender.”