Turning Point
by Ann Douglas
Charlie Winters stood outside the door of apartment 4R for what, at least to him, seemed like the longest period of his life. The nineteen-year-old knew that it had only been a few minutes since he had been buzzed in the front door, but even if he had taken the long way up the stairs instead of the elevator, the person he had come to see would soon be wondering what had happened to him. Staring at the nondescript dull green metal door, the dark haired teen mentally reviewed the sequence of events that had brought him here.
It had been eleven months since he had graduated high school and come to work in the mailroom of the brokerage house. Unable to really decide what he wanted to do with his life, and not wanting to just take some college courses without a clear direction, his father had offered him two choices. Take a job one of his friends had arranged and gain some work experience, or go into the Army. Not wanting to commit himself to the four years the Army would demand, he agreed to the job.
The job at Ross, Mackenzie and Peters turned out to be just what he needed. It gave him a chance to see what the business world was like, and his work responsibilities were easy enough that he couldn't screw them up. Basically, he sorted and delivered outside and interoffice mail every hour, as well as filled supply and copy requests. That and make an early morning trip to a computer firm and pick up a few boxes of computer printouts. Few companies could afford massive mainframes, even in 1978, and outsourced their record keeping.
The people were all pretty nice as well, even those with jobs that were many levels over his. They stopped and chatted with you, shared a joke and treated you, if not as an equal, then at least as a fellow worker. His job took him to both floors the company occupied and he had even become friendly with some of the brokers and secretaries that worked upstairs.
One of those people was David Myers in Research, who, despite being eight years older, shared a common interest with Charlie in comics and science fiction. Many days, the mailroom clerk would stop by the older man's desk to find an old comic David had brought in for him to read.
"Improving your mind?" Kenny Logan, the other mailroom clerk asked in a sarcastic tone when he saw Charlie reading one of those comics on his break.
Kenny Logan, while nominally Charlie's equal, always took a superior air around the younger teen for no other reason that he was a year older and had been there longer. Personally, Charlie was of the opinion that Kenny was an asshole and had, with this mailroom job, already reached his peak.
"I'd lend it to you after I finished," Charlie called back across the room, "but it has words to go with the pictures and I wouldn't want you to strain your brain trying to sound them out."
"Funny, real funny," Kenny retorted feebly, "but you know, people are beginning to wonder about you and all the time you spend with Myers."
"What are you talking about?" Charlie said, looking up from the old Legion of Super Heroes comic.
"You're not going to tell me you don't know."
The look on Charlie's face said just that. He had no idea what the other clerk was talking about. A fact that brought no small amount of joy to the blond haired coworker, because it meant that he had the pleasure of telling him.
"The guy's a faggot!" Kenny said, with all the sensitivity that Charlie would've expected from him.
"He is not!" Charlie said automatically, rushing to his friend's defense.
"He most certainly is," Kenny grinned, "just about everyone else who works here knows it. It's not like he's ever tried to hide it. He even lives with another guy."
"So what if he is," Charlie replied, deciding that not even Kenny would say something like that about someone who could get him fired if it wasn't true. "It doesn't make any difference to me."
"Well it might make a difference to some people," Kenny went on, not letting the matter drop. "People see the two of you all chummy and think, where there's smoke there's fire."
"Well they can think all they want," Charlie said in a tone that said both that it was all he was going to say about the matter and that it made no difference to him either way.
As he went back to reading his comic for the ten minutes that remained of lunch, how the Legion was going to defeat the Fatal Five was no longer on his mind. The idea that Dave was gay stirred some thoughts that the young man would rather not address. While he didn't think he himself was gay, since he had a sexual interest in girls and had lost his virginity during his senior year, there had also been times that he found himself thinking about guys as well.
Not all guys he reminded himself, but there were some that stirred feelings inside of him. Feelings that caused his cock to grow hard and images of what two guys might do together to appear in his head.
When he returned the comic later in the afternoon, he found himself staring at David long enough for him to have noticed.
"Something wrong, Charlie?" David asked as he put the comic back in it's protective plastic bag and dropped both into his attache case.
"No," the younger man lied, "I just wanted to say I enjoyed the book."
"Next week I'll bring you in some of the early Justice League/Justice Society crossovers," David said with a smile. "They were my favorites when I was a kid, I think you'll like them."
"Thanks," Charlie said before going on to the next department to pick up their mail.
As he wheeled the small mail cart down the hall, and for the rest of the day, Charlie found the image of his friend, and what he had just learned about him never far from his mind.
-=-=-=-=-
"Oh shit!" Charlie said to himself as he woke in the middle of the night from one of the most erotic wet dreams he had ever had.
The details of the dream were a little fuzzy, but one aspect of it was crystal clear. There hadn't been a single girl anywhere to be seen. Only a face hauntingly familiar.
Silently as he could, he slipped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to wash himself and change his underwear. That task taken care of, Charlie crawled back into bed and under his sheet. To his surprise, he soon found himself erect once more.
Without really thinking about it, his hand slipped under his sheet and his fingers closed around his cock. Stroking it softly at first, then with an increasing tempo, he was soon rewarded with a pleasing orgasm. One that brought with it the rewards of sleep and a broad smile on his face.
-=-=-=-=-
"Hey Charlie, I've been looking for you all day," David said as he walked into the mailroom late Friday afternoon, a half-dozen plastic covered comics in his hand. "I was beginning to get the feeling that you were trying to avoid me for some reason."
"Why would I want to do that?" Charlie said as he looked up from a tabletop covered with the afternoon mail delivery. "We've just been a little busy today, that's all."
"I was only kidding," David said with a smile as he sat down on the edge of the table and laid down the comics on an empty spot. "I just wanted to drop these off before I left for the day."
"You're leaving already?" Charlie asked as he glanced up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was only half past two.
"I have to drop a friend off at the airport to catch the four o'clock shuttle to Boston," he explained.
"Oh."
"So I'll catch up with you on Monday, okay," the older man said as he slid off the table. "Enjoy the books."
Charlie watched David walk out of the mailroom, and then stared at the empty doorway for almost thirty seconds. Then, ignoring the pile of work in front of him, he took off after him. He caught him in the outer hall, just about to get on the elevator.
"David, wait up a minute!" he called out.
The research assistant stopped at the sound of his name. When he turned his head and saw Charlie running down the corridor after him, he backed out of the elevator and let it leave without him.
"Something wrong, Charlie?" he asked, seeing the look of concern on his friend's face.
"I needed to ... I mean I wanted to talk to you a minute before you left," Charlie said as he caught up.
David glanced at his watch and knew he had to get out of there to beat the rush hour traffic out to LaGuardia. Still, what kind of friend would he be if he couldn't spare five minutes. Whatever was bothering Charlie was obviously of some importance to him.
"What do you need?"
"Are you gay?"
"What?!?"
"God, I can't believe I just asked that," an embarrassed Charlie said as he looked up and down the hallway to make sure that no one else had heard him.
"Charlie, why would you ask something like that?" a still stunned David asked.
"I ... I mean Kenny said and I ..." he stammered.
"Kenny," David repeated as he slowly shook his head, that single name speaking volumes. "Look, Charlie, I hope it doesn't make a difference to you, but yes I am."
"Oh shit!"
"I guess I should've told you," David said in an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry."
"No, you don't have to be sorry," Charlie replied. "It just took me by surprise, that's all."
"Then we're okay?" David asked.
"Sure," the younger man answered, bringing a smile to the older one's face.
"Great, then I'll see you..." the sandy haired researcher started, then paused when he suspected there was something else. A suspicion he then put into words.
Charlie hesitated, but his facial expression said that there was more. David could tell that what ever it was, his friend would tell him in his own good time. Hopefully, before he was even more late in taking off for the airport.
"I think ... I think I might be gay too," Charlie finally said. "I mean I've been having dreams about you ever since Kenny told me. I haven't been able to think about anything else."
Before saying another word, David looked up and down the corridor, making sure they were really alone. He hardly feared anyone thinking anything about him that people didn't already think, but Charlie was another matter. The last thing his friend needed was the sort of rumors that people like Kenny delighted in spreading.
"Charlie, there's nothing wrong about having dreams like that, or even just wondering what it might be like," David smiled. "A lot of guys have them, although most of them would never admit it. It doesn't make you gay just thinking about it."
"I've sort of done more than think about it."
"Really?" David replied with curiosity, once more glancing up and down the hall.
"I've jerked off with a few of my friends when I was in high school," Charlie admitted. "Once we even played with each other's cocks."
"Played with how?"
"We jerked each other off."
David had to suppress a laugh. Back when he'd been in high school, he'd played with a few of his friend's cocks as well. Only in his case, they usually wound up in his mouth.
"Charlie," David said after a few moments thought, "maybe this isn't the best place for this kind of discussion."
"I guess not," Charlie had to agree.
"I'll tell you what," David continued when he saw the look of regret on Charlie's face. "If you want, what don't you come over my place tonight and we'll talk about it some more."
"That would be great."
"Say around seven, you remember the address, right?"
"Yes," Charlie said enthusiastically, remembering visiting David's apartment to see his comic collection.
"Then I'll see you then," David concluded, thinking that if he was really lucky he would still make the departure gate in time.
-=-=-=-=-
"I was beginning to think you got lost coming up the stairs," David said as he opened the door to let Charlie in.
"I guess I took a wrong turn down the hallway," Charlie said, trying to cover his nervousness.
"I do that all the time," David grinned, trying to put him at ease. "Come on in and have a seat. I'll get us a couple of soda's or some beers if you prefer."
"Soda'd be fine."
David turned to head to the kitchenette when he was interrupted by the phone ringing. Charlie watched from the couch as David picked up the receiver from the wall phone and answered it. From the conversation, the nineteen-year-old quickly concluded that it was the friend David had driven to the airport, calling from Boston. He also deduced from what he could overhear that the friend was also the man David shared the apartment with. Charlie wondered if they were just roommates or lovers.
Not wanting to really seem like he was eavesdropping, Charlie shifted his attention away from the phone but stopped short at a sight he never expected. When he'd answered the door, David had been dressed in a T-shirt and gym shorts, giving a much nicer view of his well-defined body than the shirt and tie he wore at the office. Charlie's eyes moved from David's handsome face, down across his broad chest, suddenly stopping when he got to his shorts. Not specifically his shorts, but what was hanging out one of the legs.
As he chatted on the phone, David had absent-mindedly rested his right leg on the end table as he was in the habit of doing. The bottom of his shorts had ridden up just enough to expose his semi-hard cock. Evidently, at least when he was lounging around the apartment, David liked to go commando.
Even with only the front half of David's manhood visible, Charlie couldn't take his eyes off it. It was hardly the stuff of porno movies, but it was still the biggest he had ever seen. Certainly larger than any of his friends or fellow students he'd seen in the gym showers.
Glancing down, David realized what Charlie was doing and decided at first not to draw attention to it by putting his leg down. Better to give him the chance to just look in the other direction. When that didn't happen, he decided to give him the opportunity to get an even better look.
"You can move a little closer if you really want to see it better," he said as he covered the receiver for a second.
Charlie looked up, his expression showing he was torn between the desire to do just that and the chance to act like it was all the accident it had first been and look the other way. Desire won out as he moved to the end of the couch where he was practically sitting on top of David.
"You can touch it you want, or anything else," David offered, both surprised and admittedly excited by the turn of events.
Charlie reached out with his hand and closed his fingers around David's cock, pushing his shorts all the way back. A thrill went through him as he felt its warmth and hardness. A combination that grew as he gently pumped it back and forth.
David let out a nearly silent sigh, hoping that his roommate didn't hear it on the other end. Except for a few nights they'd played around as buddies, they didn't consider themselves lovers. He just didn't want to explain that he had someone, who was still actually a teenager, playing with his cock while he was on the phone.
Charlie's heart began to race as David's cock hardened to its full seven inches. He felt nervous and exhilarated at the same time. It was nothing like the guys he'd jerked off in high school.
David was now barely listening to the voice on the other end of the phone. The sensation of Charlie's fingers against his skin was just too much to ignore. He honestly had only invited the younger man over to talk, but he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't happy about what was happening. Closing his eyes as Charlie continued to pump his cock, David was sure that the younger man would bring him to orgasm in another minute or so.
Perfectly willing to settle for a hand-job, David was totally shocked by what happened a heartbeat later. Moving even closer, Charlie lowered his head and took the hard cock into his mouth.
"Oh God!" David thought as he felt the wetness of his friend's mouth close around his cock. "Jimmy, something just came up, I have to go." he said to his friend in Boston and hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.
David was almost afraid to move as he watched his cock disappear in and out of Charlie's mouth. If he did, he was sure Charlie would realize he'd gone too far and stop. Something the older man really didn't want him to do. The nineteen year old's technique was crude to say the least, but he could hardly fault his enthusiasm.
Enjoying the warm sensations washing over his body, David told himself that he'd never imagined anything like this ever happening. At least that was what he told himself at first. Honestly compelled him to admit that this was exactly something that he had imagined many times. But it had always been only a fantasy, not something that could ever be real.
Six months ago when he had come across Charlie reading a comic during his lunch break, he'd started up a conversation based solely on a common interest. Out of that had come friendship. It wasn't until much later that he found himself taking note of how cute the dark haired teen was, or what a nice body he had. Or even how he couldn't keep his eyes off the smooth curves of his ass.
But whatever thoughts he might've had about Charlie, had only been fantasy. No more than any his straight co-workers might've had of some of the women at the firm. Furthermore, he at least kept his comments to himself. If he'd had a dollar for every remark he'd heard about the receptionist's breasts, he could double his salary.
It took a few seconds for him to realize that Charlie had stopped. Then another two three before he said anything, giving the teenager a chance to collect himself.
"Charlie, I ..." he started to say.
"Fuck, I can't believe I did that," Charlie cut him off, "I'm so sorry."
"Charlie, it's my fault," David quickly said, wanting to take the blame onto himself. "I should've stopped you before anything even happened. You shouldn't ..."
"No, I wanted to do it," Charlie replied just as quickly. "I've wanted to do that from the moment I found out you were gay. I mean I wanted to do that before I found out, but I never knew anyone that would want to do it with me. I mean I'm sorry I did it because what made me think a guy like you would be interested in someone like me. I probably wasn't even doing it right and ..."
"Charlie, why don't you take a few minutes to catch your breath, you're a little overexcited," David offered as he tried to make sense of what he was saying. "Would you like a drink of water or something?"
"Yeah, I think so," Charlie answered.
As unobtrusively as he could, David slid his cock back in place and stepped over to the kitchenette to get Charlie a glass of cold water. Handing it to him, he watched as the mailroom clerk drained half of it in a few quick gulps.
"Okay, lets take a big step back and take this from the beginning," David offered. "After all, you did come over here to talk, right?"
"I guess so," Charlie said in a voice that told David that he might've been hoping for something more than words even before he walked through the door.
"Let's start from the beginning," David said, seating himself on a lounge chair a few feet away, thinking that a little distance between the two of them might be a good idea right now. "This afternoon you said that you thought you might be gay, what makes you think that?"
"Well I told you that I've played with my friends a few times," Charlie answered, repeating what he'd said in the office corridor. "And I've always found guys cute, sometimes more than girls."
"Charlie, there must be a hundred guys that went to school with you who had exactly the same thoughts at one time or another. It's natural to be a little curious about things like that."
"No, it's not just curiosity," Charlie insisted. "I knew I wanted to be with a man, as much as all the other guys wanted to be with girls. And when I did do it with a girl, it always felt like something was missing."
"Did you ever talk to anyone else about this?" David asked.
"Talk to my friends about it?" Charlie asked loudly. "No fucking way! They'd call me a queer and beat the shit out of me."
David sighed. Unfortunately, as far as they'd come in the last twenty years, that was indeed the reaction Charlie's friend probably would've had.
"Let me tell you a story," Charlie went on as David motioned for him to go ahead. "You remember when I told you about how my buddies and I went to the Star Trek convention my senior year, how we all chipped in and even got a room to stay over at the hotel?"
David nodded that he remembered the story.
"Well, the next to last night we were there, one of the guys, Tommy Gray, is looking out the window and calls out to the rest of us that there's a couple in the room right across and one floor below us getting it on and they didn't have the curtains closed. So naturally we all ran to the window to see."
Charlie paused for another drink of water.
"All of the guys were really excited because they had the lights on and everything. But I guess Tommy was too excited to take a really good look before calling the other guys. If he had, he would've realized that the girl on her knees between the guy's legs, the one with his cock in her mouth wasn't a girl. It was another guy."
David had a feeling he knew where this story was going.
"In fact, since the one on the floor had his back to us, no one realized it until the guy stood up and the two of them traded places. When that happened, all of the guys went on about how gross that was. Except for me. I had to pretend that I was suddenly sick to my stomach and ran to the bathroom to throw up. What I was really afraid of was that one of the other guys would've seen that I was the only one still with a hard-on. Especially since I didn't have one before I realized that it was two guys. I'd never seen anything like that before, at least not for real."
"Charlie, it still could've been just curiosity," David started to say, even if he didn't believe it.
"No, it's a lot more than that," Charlie insisted. "That's why I couldn't control myself when I had the chance to touch you, to take you in my mouth. Even if I knew that I wasn't going to do it right."
"Not do it right?" David repeated, "Charlie, for whatever it's worth, you were hardly doing it wrong. In fact, if you'd gone on for another minute or so, I'd probably have come in your mouth."
Charlie smiled as the admission seemed to make him feel quite proud of himself. David, on the other hand, had a worried look on his face. He wasn't sure if he really should be encouraging his friend, or if he really trusted himself to do the right thing. Or if he really knew what that was.
"Do I get a chance to try again?" Charlie asked, breaking the awkward silence that had filled the room.
"I'm not sure that might be a good idea."
"Why, because I'm too young?" Charlie asked.
"No, not at all," David replied, thinking that he'd been younger than Charlie the first time he'd had sex with an older man. A man who was older than he was now. "I'm just not sure that it would be a good idea for the two of us to be involved, especially since we work at the same company. Things could get complicated."
"I'm not looking for true love or a permanent relationship," Charlie pointed out, "I just want someone to sleep with me, just so I can know for sure. If I find out that I was wrong, well than at least I'll know. I want it to be you but if you're not interested, then I guess I'll just go down to the bars in the Village and see if I could find someone. I don't want to wait any longer."
The thought of Charlie going down to the bars sent a cold shiver through David. A cute kid like him would have no problem finding someone to take him on, no questions asked. But no one, straight or gay, should have their first real sexual experience in the stall of a men's bathroom. Or one of the pay by the hour hotels than lined the waterfront.
"Look, Charlie," David started to say, thinking that maybe he could introduce the teen to one of his other friends, one he might be better off with.
Then he stopped and considered what he was doing. If Charlie wasn't his friend above all, would he even be having these doubts? No, he finally told himself. If Charlie was some guy he met outside of work, they'd be naked in bed together right now. Again if he was honest with himself, he didn't want to send his friend to some other man's bed.
"Okay, look Charlie," he began again, "I want to make one thing very clear. If at any time you want to stop, just say so. No silly code words or anything like that. Stop, means stop. And no matter what happens, it stays inside this apartment. If you decide later on that it shouldn't have happened, then it never did. Understand?"
The broad smile on the young man's face made David wonder if he'd paid attention to a single word he'd said. And in his final bit of honesty before he crossed the line between friend and lover, David no longer even thought he cared.
-=-=-=-=-
Evidently, neither did Charlie because less than five minutes later, they were making out on the couch. When David had first leaned over to Charlie and kissed him softly on his lips, it had been a brief kiss, just long enough to test the waters. When Charlie didn't react negatively, he kissed him again, this time longer and more aggressively. He was rewarded in kind as he felt the younger man's mouth open when he pressed his tongue against it, meeting the darting probe with his own.
Past experience had taught David that there were some bi-curious guys, which is how he viewed Charlie right now, that totally freaked at the thought of kissing another man. Strangely enough, these same men had no problem going down on another guy or even taking a cock up their ass. Kissing, however, proved to be much too intimate of an experience.
Charlie definitely wasn't one of them as one kiss followed another and two pairs of hands explored each other's bodies. David slid his hand between Charlie's legs and found his cock rock hard. Charlie did the same and found David's in a similar state. The mutual discovery brought a smile to both their faces.
"Why don't you just lay back and let me take care of you?" David asked as he gently moved Charlie's hand away from his cock. "Don't worry, you'll get your chance to play soon enough."
Charlie did as David instructed as the older man stood up and pulled off his T-shirt, dropping it to the floor. His shorts followed in short order, as did his sneakers and socks. He stood there for a long moment, giving Charlie the chance to take it all in.
"God, you're beautiful," Charlie exclaimed.
"Well I prefer handsome, but beautiful will do," David smiled.
Climbing back onto the couch, David pulled Charlie close and kissed him again, their tongues intertwining. His hand reached down to the belt of the younger man's jeans and he opened it and the button beneath it with ease. His zipper followed just as freely and before Charlie could even react, David had his fingers inside his pants and wrapped around his cock.
"Very nice," he offered between kisses as he gently stoked the sensitive flesh.
Charlie let out a loud gasp as David cupped his balls, his fingers massaging them expertly. Then it was back to his cock, which was now definitely rock hard.
"Why don't we get you out of these," David suggested.
A suggestion Charlie was quick to follow as he lifted his ass off the cushion far enough for David to slide off both his jeans and the briefs beneath them. It took a little longer to unbutton his shirt and rid himself of his shoes and socks, but in the end he was as naked as the older man.
"I might prefer handsome, but you are most certainly beautiful," David said with a broad smile of appreciation.
The compliment made Charlie blush, he had never considered himself either.
David leaned in and kissed him again, his outstretched hand running over Charlie's almost hairless chest. His kisses moved lower, covering his neck, then his chest, paying careful attention to his nipples as his tongue tickled the tips.
`That feels really nice," Charlie said softly as he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the attention.
David's kisses moved down across his chest until they reached his fully extended cock. First he kissed the tip of it, then ran his tongue around the crown. Finally, he opened his lips wide and took it deep into his mouth.
"Oh shit!" Charlie exclaimed as he felt the wetness engulf him.
David took great pride in his cock sucking ability, a talent he had first begun to develop back in his early teens. The years of practice showed as he quickly brought Charlie to heights he never believed possible. Every touch of his tongue, every brush of his lips sent electric jolts of joy racing through his body.
His hand again cupped Charlie's balls as he played with them, running his mouth down the length of his shaft all the way to the bottom where he wrapped his lips around his balls. All the while his other hand continued to pump Charlie's cock.
Age and inexperience, coupled with the excitement of the moment all worked again Charlie in his desire to make this wonderment last as long as he could. He could feel his climax rising from deep inside. It was impossible to stop and a part of him didn't want it to.
David easily recognized the signs and again closed his mouth around Charlie's cock. He held his hand tightly around the base of the teenager's cock, holding him back for a few more moments. Then not even that was possible as the young man exploded like he'd never done before.
As soon as David felt the first bursts of Charlie's climax hit the back of his mouth, he swallowed as fast as he could. There would be much more to come he knew. As fast as Charlie could shoot, he took it in.
"Fuckkkk!" Charlie cried out as his orgasm shook his entire body.
David continued to suck on Charlie's cock long after he'd been depleted. He only gave up when he felt his manhood grow soft in his mouth after which he finally let it slip from between his lips.
Lifting himself up, he kissed Charlie once more, his tongue carrying the taste of his climax into the younger man's mouth. To his delight, Charlie pressed his own tongue against David's and licked it clean.
"That was fantastic," Charlie said, a broad grin filling his face.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," David said as he sat next to him on the couch.
"Can I do that to you now?" Charlie eagerly asked.
"In a few minutes," David replied. "Why don't you take a few minutes to catch your breath."
The two of them sat there for a while, with Charlie showing some impatience with the delay. Finally, he asked if they could move to David's bedroom before they went on.
"Okay, if you think you'll be more comfortable," David agreed.
-=-=-=-=-
Leaving their clothes behind, the two of them walked naked into the bedroom where Charlie was glad to see that David had a full sized bed. He'd been afraid he'd have something like the one back home and they'd have to squeeze onto it. Not that he had any objection to being pressed tightly against his friend.
Together they climbed onto the bed and almost immediately, Charlie leaned over and kissed David. His sudden aggressiveness took David by surprise for a second, but he enjoyed it nevertheless.
"Now I want you to just lay down and enjoy it," Charlie said as a wicked gleam appeared in his eyes.
David lifted both his arms and clasped his fingers behind his head, stretching out the rest of the body across the bed.
"I'm all yours," he told Charlie.
"Then roll over, I want to give you a massage," Charlie said.
Surprised, David did just that.
Charlie climbed up and put his hands on both of David's shoulders and began to work his fingers into them. To the older man's surprise, he was pretty good at it. He had been expected him to just go through the motions. Later on, he promised himself, he had to ask where Charlie had learned to do this. But that was later, not now. For now he just wanted to relax and enjoy it.
Charlie continued down his back, working the area on both sides of his spine. The pressure of his fingers brought a warm feeling to David, the equal to any massage he'd had at the health club he belonged to.
Soon Charlie's hands were on his ass, squeezing the firm flesh and rubbing them in a mixture of soft and hard motions. By this time, the teenager had moved to the top of the bed and was leaning over David's prone form. As he spread out his cheeks, he could just about see David's cock and balls sticking out.
Spreading his cheeks wider, Charlie took hold of David's balls and rubbed them, the base of his thumb rolling back and forth across them. Charlie moved off to the side of the bed to gain a better vantage, his hands never leaving the man body beneath him.
Pushing his hands in, he rubbed the length of David's cock with one and played with his asshole with the other. The two pronged treatment brought an appreciative moan from David who continued to be amazed and impressed.
Reluctantly leaving his cock and balls behind, Charlie moved on and worked his magic touch on David's legs. He went all the way down to the tips of David's toes, then told him to roll over onto his back.
When David did, his cock was practically standing straight up. He was surprised when Charlie ignored it and instead continued the massage. Starting again at his shoulders, the young man worked his way down across David's chest, rubbing his fingers across his muscles and playing with his nipples.
Down across his chest he went, then across his stomach until finally, his hands came to rest on both sides of David's cock. With a touch so soft as to be almost non-existent, Charlie brushed his hands against it, then reached down to caress the inside of his thighs. Then he brought them back up once more, this time caressing his cock harder, once, twice, then a third time.
After the last, the fingers of his right hand closed around the shaft and Charlie gently pumped it a few times. As he did, he moved closer so that he was standing right over the outstretched David, looking down as he began to pump his cock up and down with long, even strokes.
Leaning over from the side of the bed, Charlie kissed the sides of David's cock, then the top, running his tongue up and down the length. This went on for a few long teasing minutes until he finally closed around the shaft and took it all the way into his mouth.
"Damn!" David thought as he was overwhelmed by the skill of the neophyte cocksucker.
Cupping David's balls, Charlie's head bobbed up and down as he went down on the older man. His nimble tongue sliding all over his manhood as he moved. David couldn't help but be impressed with how much of his length Charlie seemed able to swallow,
Charlie continued to suck ravenously on his cock, pausing only long enough to ask him to sit up. David did so, dropping his feet over the side of the bed. Charlie was on his knees now, pumping David's cock as fast as he could, moving his mouth up and down its length and then taking him whole once more.
David knew he was about to come and decided to warn Charlie of just that. As much as he wanted to shoot into his mouth, that was a decision best left up to Charlie. As much as he liked then taste of a man's climax, a lot of guys didn't.
To his disappointment, Charlie reacted to the warning by stopping totally. Even if he didn't want to take his load in his mouth, he had expected his young lover to at least jerk him off to a climax.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked, slightly irritated even though he had said that Charlie could stop at any time.
"No, nothings wrong," Charlie said with a smile as he looked up at David.
"Then why did you stop?" David asked, thinking that he couldn't have picked a worse time to do just that.
"I just didn't want you to come yet," Charlie said with all sincerity.
"Why not?"
"Because I want you to fuck me first," the young man said in an equally sincere voice.
"This is going way beyond anything I thought it would be," David thought to himself as he looked down at his friend.
Charlie just smiled back.
"Are you really sure?" David asked.
"Absolutely."
"Then get that pretty ass up here on the bed," David grinned as he reached down to help him do just that.
In many ways that old saying was true, he told himself as Charlie climbed next to him. A stiff dick does indeed have no conscience.
-=-=-=-=-
With Charlie on his back, David took a strong hold of his legs and lifted them high and wide apart. His asshole exposed, David brought his mouth down against it and began to lick it energetically. Powerful thrusts pressed the tip inside Charlie's tight hold, tickling the even more sensitive area within. David knew he would need much more than just saliva but liked to start with his tongue anyway.
He rimmed Charlie for a while, testing his tightness with one of his fingers. Charlie moaned as he felt David penetrate him, a moan mixed with a plea for more.
From the top drawer of his night table, David pulled out a blue tube of lubricant and spread it against Charlie's ass. Then he covered the head and shaft of his cock with the same slippery goo. Placing the head of his cock against Charlie's asshole, he asked if he was ready.
"Oh yeah," Charlie panted.
Slowly, carefully, David pressed forward an inch at a time, giving the virgin time to get used to the penetration of his cock. He could tell it was hurting at first, but Charlie kept encouraging him to go on. Bit by bit, he moved further in, until finally his shaft was totally buried deep inside Charlie.
"Fuck me, David," Charlie said with his eyes closed as he savored the moment. "I want you to fuck me hard."
David wasn't sure about the hard part, at least not yet, but he did pull back a little and then press forward. Back and forth he moved, each repetition a little longer and harder. Soon enough, he was pulling nearly all the way out and then burying his cock in Charlie all the way to his balls.
Faster and faster he moved, his hands tightly gripped around Charlie's legs. As fast as he moved, as hard as he drove into him, the teen cried out for more. It would take a much stronger man than David to hold back now.
He was fucking Charlie as hard as he'd ever fucked any man and still he wanted more. Looking down, he watched as Charlie took hold of his own erect cock and began pumping it frantically. David knew that hot as he was, he wasn't going to last long. It was only a matter of who was going to come first.
It turned out to be Charlie as youthful vigor sent the white arcs of his orgasm shooting into the air, splattering across David. The sign of Charlie's second orgasm was enough to send the older man over the edge and his body quaked as he exploded inside Charlie's ass.
Exhausted, he dropped down on top of Charlie, the two of them wrapping their arms around each other and sharing one last kiss. It was quite some time before either of them even attempted to get up.
-=-=-=-=-
When they finally did move from the bed, a shower was definitely called for but it was a toss up as to if they were getting clean or just making more of a mess. With hot water running off their bodies, both of them sucked the other off and David fucked Charlie a second time. They needed individual showers to clean up from the shower.
Charlie spent the night at David's apartment and sometime before the dawn, was fucked a third time. A very long talk took place over breakfast and David convinced Charlie that he should take some time to let things sort themselves out.
The last night, he told him, might very well be the start of a new chapter in his life, or it might very well just have been a learning experience. Either way, only time would tell.
One thing he was certain of, the older man said, he wasn't the one for him. He would always be his friend, but if Charlie was going to have a relationship with another man, he thought he would do better with someone his own age. If Charlie found that was what he wanted, he would be happy to introduce him to some likely prospects.
"I guess that's the best idea," Charlie said as he finished up his breakfast. "Could you imagine the look on Kenny's face if he could've seen us last night?" he added, changing the subject.
"Fuck Kenny!" David said as he finished his coffee.
"Nah, I'd rather fuck you," Charlie grinned.
David paused with the coffee cup in his hand. That was the one thing they hadn't done last night. He seldom bottomed since it really wasn't his thing, but there had been exceptions to that rule.
"Okay, but just this once," he said with a smile as he put down the cup.
Charlie's eyes totally lit up at the opportunity.
"Okay, maybe twice but that's where I draw the line," David found himself saying.
"Sure, David, anything you say," Charlie assured him.
Come Monday morning, both David and Charlie arrived at work at their normal times. Each carried a secret smile for the other and wondered what any of their co-workers would think if they knew that only a few hours before, they had both climbed out of the same bed.
END
Comments are the life blood of any amateur writer, the currency in which they are paid. It only takes a few minutes to send off a few lines, which is little to ask for in exchange for hours spent creating a story. So be sure to take those few minutes, it can only result in more and better stories in the future.
Ann Douglas Web Page
http://www.asstr.org/~Ann_Douglas/