“T-shirt too, please,” he repeated.
My skin pebbled after I stripped the shirt off. Charlie patted the couch, and I sat next to him. He trailed his hand slowly down my chest, circling my nipples, which were so hard they throbbed. Every nerve ending stood on end, in hopes that he’d somehow touch it next. He slid his fingertips over my stomach, which tensed slightly. He stopped immediately, not moving until I relaxed. Then he continued his exploration. When he brushed his hand against my groin, I moaned and reflexively thrust up to meet it.
“Has anyone ever touched you?” he asked, his voice full of determination.
“Me. Lots of times. Well, at least when I was a horny teenager.”
“Oh, Matt,” he purred. “There are so many things I want to explore with you. So many firsts I want to be a part of.”
“Like what?” I groaned, needing to hear his voice.
“I want to suck you until you come in my mouth. I want you to take me to bed and fuck me slow, hard, deep, shallow—any way you want. If you’ll allow it, I want to do the same for you. I can only imagine how you’d feel around my cock.”
One of us moaned. Maybe both. I could imagine all those things, and more. All those dreams I had when I was a kid—the sex in the shower, in the lockers, hell, even in an alley behind the school—scattered like leaves in a wind and were replaced by Charlie, who would now star in every fantasy I’d ever have.
He fumbled with the button on my pants. It wasn’t easy with only one hand, but he was determined. I reached down to help, but he pushed me away.
“No, don’t. I want to do this for you. Just sit back and enjoy, okay? Do that for me?”
A quick nod, and I leaned back. He touched me reverently. After he got my button undone, he unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out through the underwear fly. It wasn’t warm in the cabin, despite the fire, and a chilly breeze wafted over my heated flesh. But all that went away when he wrapped his fingers around the shaft. I whimpered at the touch.
“Don’t hold back, Matt. Come for me. I want to see you when it happens. There’ll be plenty more in the future, if you’d like.”
He stroked his hand up and down a few times, his touch featherlight, and I cried out his name as my head snapped back, my balls drew against my body, and several strong jets of warm come burst forth, splattering my abdomen and chest.
Charlie trailed his fingers through the mess, licked his index finger, smiled, and then said, “Wow. I was right. Youdotaste good.”
I opened my eyes and he smiled.
“Thank you, Matt.”
Still breathing hard, I asked, “For what?”
“Trusting me. Letting me touch you. Being mine.”
The words were said with such sincerity, and it made me feel wanted like never before.
“Why don’t you go ahead and take a shower? I’m sure you would rather not have that getting sticky in the hairs. Trust me, it’s a bitch to get out.”
“But what about you?” I asked, not really sure if I’d be able to go through with it.
“I’m fine,” he promised. “This was for you. Go ahead and shower.”
Slowly I stood, keeping my gaze locked on him. The smile on his face never wavered. I took a few hesitant steps, then stopped and turned around.
“No,” I said, trying to inject as much authority into my voice as possible.
“No?” Charlie repeated.
“No,” I said again. “You said this was for me, and I can’t thank you enough, but… I want to do it to you too. Every time I helped you in the shower, I wondered what it would be like, and now that I’m so close, I’m not going to back away. Please, Charlie, I want—no, Ineed—to do this.”
“Come here,” he said, holding out his hand.
So much warmth came from it as I wrapped my fingers around his.
“My body is always yours to explore. I would love to have your hands on me, but don’t want you to feel pressured. If it’s what you want, then by all means, have at it.” His cock pressed against his pants, tenting them almost obscenely. He let go of my fingers, lay back against the couch, and spread his legs.
I reached for him, then hesitated. Of course, he noticed.
