Page 3 of Only Time Will Tell

We were eighteen and it was graduation night. Full of ourselves after celebrating with friends, one thing led to another, next thing I knew we were both naked, rolling around on Charlie’s bed. After we’d been grinding against each other for an obscene amount time combined with kissing to the point our lips were swollen, Charlie said, “I want to touch you.”

“Yeah?” I was down for that. Fuck, I was dying for it at that point.

“Yeah.”

Tentatively, Charlie trailed a fingertip along my shaft, sending shivers racing through me. How did it feel so different than when I touched myself? He wrapped his hand around it and stroked, I almost lost it. I watched him as he explored, his eyes on every move. It felt good to have his hands on me.

But I wanted to touch him too, feel what it was like to have another cock in my hand that wasn’t mine. “Hey,” I tilted his head up and kissed him while gripping his cock. Charlie gasped, his hips pressed forward as did mine, fucking into each other’s holds. With as wound up as we both were, it only took a couple of strokes before we came. Sweaty and panting, completely spent, I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped us down.

“That was…” Charlie paused to catch his breath.

“Yeah, it was.”

It wasn’t until we moved into a shared dorm room our freshman year at the University of Washington when we had sex. I guess you could say we christened the place that night.

We pushed the beds to one side of the room, there was no way we would sleep separately, and used the opposite wall for our desks and dressers. I grabbed my laptop for us, and we propped the pillows behind us to watch a movie while we inhaled a pepperoni pizza. Only I’d forgotten to clear my web cache before Charlie opened my internet browser.

“What in the world are you watching when I’m not around?” I couldn’t tell if Charlie was concerned, or was that interest he’d shown. Either way, my porn binging secret was out.

My face flushed. “Shit.” I grabbed my laptop, but he yanked it away.

“Seriously, Alex, what’s going on?” he crossed his arms over his chest. He was definitely pissed. Shit.

“Would you believe me if I told you it was for research?” I wasn’t beneath begging for forgiveness.

“Considering our classes don’t start until Monday and I know for a fact you aren’t taking any sort of sex positive courses, I’m going to say — no,” he stated.

“It wasn’t classroom research, Charlie,” I said as I took a seat on the edge of the bed, still unable to look him in the eyes but it was time to come clean.

“Then what research was it for, Alex?” His lips were drawn in a tight, thin line.

“I um, I didn’t want to come across as a total dumbass for our first time.” I turned away, fiddling with a loose string on my basketball shorts.

“Ah. Oh. Um, okay,” he sighed. “I have to admit that I’ve been doing the same.” He squeezed my knee.

“Really?” I turned to face him. “Then why did you get so mad at me?”

“I’m sorry for reacting like that, but it just shocked me, Alex. Honestly, I’m sure we’re gonna suck at it the first time. No pun intended.” His attempt at humor thankfully broke the tension.

Well, time to ask the question he may flip out over. “Did, um, did anything you watched grab your attention?”

“Yes, and some of it scared the shit out of me too.” Charlie was the one who was more take charge in our relationship, and I liked it that way. I tend to shy away from embarrassing conversations. I wasn’t sure how this would pan out, but I trusted him.

Laughing, I agreed, having come across some seriously fucked up shit myself, but I still felt shy. “Um what…what do you think you might wanna try?”

“Well, since it’s our first time and we don’t know who will like bottoming, I was thinking, we should try both and see.” He got up and walked over to the dresser.

“Okay,” I agreed. Sound reasoning to me.

He grabbed a bottle from his top drawer and caught me watching him. “Lube,” he turned the label for me to see. “If there’s one thing I learned from watching porn is that we’re going to need a lot of it.”

How much porn had he watched?

“You already have lube?” Guess he was further ahead with his “research” than I was.

“Yes, I’ve been experimenting,” he said like I already knew that. “Close your mouth, Alex. That shouldn’t surprise you.”

“Experimenting with whom?” My fists balled at my sides.