One Little Thing

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I see new readers and others who comment, it makes my heart grow a little. I would not be totally honest if I said, ‘I do it for me’. I do write as my own form of therapy, comments and votes are your way of showing you care as well.

Most of my stuff is long; many chapters. But I have pulled off a few that were quick reads if that’s what you’re looking for. ‘When I Was Seventeen, it Was a Very Good Year’. ‘Over a Scotch’, ‘He Was Only Sixteen’, was a favorite of mine.

‘Freddie’, along with, ‘We are The World’, and, ‘It’s a Beautiful Night’, were music stories with love thrown in. I hope you all enjoy my next installment of, ‘One Little Thing’.

*Grampy; I can hear your nuts screaming from here. “I’m not asleep, Jr.” But he was right. I adjusted myself, pulled my shit up into a more comfortable position, and smiled at him.

RJC.

“You are a fuckin badass, Carl.” He told me taking two stairs at a time.

We looked around, years we had slept in my room or his and hadn’t seen mine in years. “Why’d you say yes, to this, C?”

“Because I don’t have a bed, dumbass.” And I kissed him.

Why hadn’t I done this? I should have done it when I was fifteen dying because I loved my best friend. ‘One Little Thing’. It was like a hands-fest, pulling and tugging, mine trying and his helping me; finally, we had nothing on.

I ran my fingers through his hair like I had wanted to do for years, kissed his eye, and then lips. His skin felt like it was on fire under my hands; everywhere I touched him was hot. I dropped to my knees.

I admired the twin to my cock, licked my lips, and stuck my tongue out tasting what was dribbling from his head. He pulled me up and announced, “We are doing this together.” And pushed me to the bed.

We both rose off the other cock, like cuming up for air. “Can you imagine if our moms had caught us,” he asked causing me to smile at the thought.

We started again with the blowjobs that would take most of the night just like our hand jobs. I think he knew my body better than I did; knew when I was close, my balls pulling up, and he’d slow. What a fucker.

“Dude. I’m gonna fuckin pass out.” I told him. I needed sleep and my, ‘low battery’ light was flashing.

“Pass out, C., and let me play, I promise you will cum.” And he took me in his mouth again as my head fell back.

I fell asleep with him sucking me and I will say, ‘there Ain’t a better way to fall asleep. We have all had wet dreams and slept through them; this was like lightning. My hands reached down and instead of feeling my cock I felt his head still sucking.

It was light out and he’d sucked me off all fuckin night. He had a big one cuming from me.” Sorry, C.” He said as I felt his warm cum on my face.

He had cum from sucking me and it wasn’t a little. I was ready for this when we went to bed but I wanted it in my mouth. There was a knock and my mom tried to walk in. “You really put your dresser in front of the door?” And I smiled.

“Honey? Your phone has been ringing and dinging off the hook; do you boys want breakfast?” She asked.

“The dresser was a good move, Carl. Let me clean you up,” and he turned then started licking his cum off my face.

When he’d finished he was hard again. “I gotta log on, Kyle. I have to be on The Company laptop. We gotta go.” I hated having to say that.

We dressed, put our shoes, and shit on, and I kissed him. I tasted us still on his lips and tongue, looked in his eyes, and knew he understood. “Thank you, Kyle.” He didn’t understand that.

I wasn’t really thanking him for the tornado of a climax, I was thanking him for all the years we had together. We both kissed my mom on the way out the door and stopped at a drive-thru. I hope brushing our teeth covered the smell.

Kyle flopped on the couch and I logged on. “Well, you’re a fast healer, Batter.” That was Lisa.

“Yesterday was a mirage. I needed to see your reactions. It was helpful in the evaluation of my team.”

“Strike one, Batter.” That was Lee.

“Let’s move on, shall we?” I questioned.

I got a text from Lisa, “move your computer a little, we can see him.” I turned and looked at him out cold then turned a little doing the same with my computer.

“Ok, guys. Send me your shit so I can do what I need to do.” And two dropped from the screen.

“Is it true?” That was Lee.

“Is what true, and don’t you have something to do?” I asked.

“Word on the street is, JB made an offer and you turned him down.” That was fuckin Lee again.

“OK. He sent me a picture of his junk and I didn’t respond.” It was hard keeping a straight face.

“Strike two, Batter.” The guy whose name I still can’t remember announced and his face disappeared from my screen.

“So how do you guys know he made me an offer?” I really wanted to know.

“Word travels fast. the satellite’s linked up, wires were burning their way to a guy in a room, beep, dash, dot.” I’d have slapped that smile off his face.

“So we both like Ron White. Let’s move on.”

“Is it true?” Lisa asked.

“OK, fine. He sent me pictures and I sent a couple back. Happy now?”

“Ball,” Lisa said.

“I didn’t say that.”

“One Ball, two strikes, Batter.” I thought about replacing all of them.

“Why would you ever turn him down?” Lisa asked.

“He’s not my type.” I snapped back.

“Ball two, strike two.”

“Fine. Lee, go do something.” And his face faded.

“I will deny it if anything cums out. He wanted me to be part of the holy six.”

“Get the fuck out of here. He offered you that and you turned him down? Why?” She was ready to fall over.

“I told him I was more valuable in my current position with my team.”

“Grand slam, Batter. The color is starting to show, but that doesn’t answer, why?” And she pointed to her eye.

“At this point in my life, Kai and me, I could never do that to him.” And I looked over my shoulder.

“You are an honorable man. He has no idea how lucky he is.”

“I’m the lucky one, Lisa. And Batter isn’t my new nickname.”

“Copy that. Lisa out.” And my whole screen was dark.

I spent five hours compiling their work into a report I could kick upstairs and hit send. I sent a mass text, ‘Carl is offline tomorrow.’

I closed the laptop, thought about something to eat, and looked at him. I moved to the coffee table and sat down, I had done this before. I would sometimes wake before him, I’d get out of bed then kneel next to it, and I would watch him sleep.

That was when we were kids, carefree and happy, not like today. Fuck. It had been over three years since I’d done that. When we were kids he smiled in his sleep; when we were kids.

Today I saw a different face, not that I didn’t love it, but it wasn’t a kid's face. It was harder than I hoped mine was, his eye still discolored. I watched him sleep; I wanted nothing more than do that but I may never pass this way again.

He opened his eyes like he knew I was watching, studied my face, and asked, “You didn’t kill anyone, did you?” I shook my head back and forth with a smile.

“Let’s shower and get dressed; we have a bed to shop for.” And I stood reaching for his hand.

We passed the destroyed main and into my Master bath. We pulled off clothes with each step, stood naked as I checked the water, and he followed me in. “Kyle?” and he walked in.

“Carl?”

“Kyle? I’m gonna suck your dick and if you pull out when you cum; shits gonna hit the fan.” I dropped to my knees as he stepped in.

I took him in hand and then my mouth, the bulbuls head, and the weight on my tongue. It wasn’t a gay act, he was my bud, is it gay if you love him? I spent too much time, felt him grow, and swallowed around him.

He tried to pull back, I felt him throb in my mouth, and I pulled on his ass. The volume and consistency surprised me as did the velocity and power behind it. I refused to cough. He was sorry.

How can you apologize when someone worked so… hard for the reward? How had I never really done this before? His hands found my cheeks and he lifted my face, “Why’d you do that?” He questioned.

“I thought I had one cuming if you get my drift.” And I stood with his body producing the heat in my mouth; I swallowed.

It was like a flash, him kneeling and I felt something that words can’t describe. I realized immediately he was better than I was. The way he worked with his tongue and hand, how he pulled on my ass, I tried to pull back.

I understood that I sucked an epic load from him, how thick it was, how many times he shot, and how sweet and hot it was. He wanted nothing less than that from me.

I turned the water off, my dick still milking in his mouth, I think we fell asleep in the shower. I realized when I woke up that it wasn’t comfortable and I needed a bed.