Story: King Charlie Chapter: 1 MY email: FrozenNeon@yahoo.com please give me your comments after reading the story
High school can be such a routine. A trite routine that I dread doing. The same old thing every day. Waking up, with a morning hard on, to an annoying alarm clock, showering, getting dressed, and so forth.I hate most of my classes, most of my teachers, and most of the fellow students. It sucks basically.
Well, all except for History Class. I love history class not because of the actual subject matter, but for Charlie King. Charlie King is quiet,mysterious, and quite attractive. I didn't know what it was about Charlie that intrigued me, but i was quite fascinated. His olive skin, brown hair, and the most magnetic green eyes made me stare at times. He would look back, and I'd shift m head the other direction so I wasn't caught staring.But how can I help it?
Mr. Fisher, my history teacher, always pairs me up with "the not so bright" kids because I am, without bragging, an above average student. It pissed me off. I'd always have to do all the work. Well, this project was different. And im sure you can guess what happened. I was paired up with no one other than Charlie King. I was so excited to hear that.Me,working one on one with Charlie king. My seventeen year old body not only heated up with excitement, but I started to get nervous and anxious.
I am not a Ryan Phillippe, but I do consider myself kind of good looking. Well, I'm not ugly. I have short brown hair, and brown eyes. I'm exactly six foot tall and weigh around 155. I've had offers from girls, but, hey I'm gay.. and I'm not interested. I'm against most school functioned activities only because I hate my class. I hang out with mostly older people. I'mtoo mature for my age group, but I'm not saying I'm better than them. I've only had one relationship before. He was a college guy. He was great in bed, but sucked in relationships. Ken, the college guy, was definitely an exprerience. I swore to myself I'll only be with older guys, like Ken. But IF I ever had a chance with Charlie King, I would not pass the oppurtunity.
After school, as I was making my high school routine walk back home, I was day dreaming about Charlie King. I was thinking about kissing his available lips, and touching his boyish, yet masculine face. The images in my head kept replaying and replaying. I wanted Charlie King... no I NEEDED Charlie King. I needed Charlie more than anything. I needed to caress his upper torso, and kiss every part of his body. I craved knowing what it would be like to passionately lie nude next to Charlie. It was like a movie. A romantic rated X film.
Entering my house dissentegrated my thoughts about Charlie. No one was home. I entered the house, hot from the daydreaming walk. I replayed the "movie" in my head again as I quickly undressed to shower. The shower was the perfect masturbation hideaway. I lathered my body, pretending it was Charlie who was washing my manhood with the soap. These images were making me horny as hell, and I started to stroke my seven and a half inch cock.I started pumping my dick thinking about the passion that I would love to share with Charlie King. I knew orgasm was inevitably soon, and I leaned back against the wall of the shower. Squirt after squirt, my juices flew hitting the shower floor. I almost collapsed.
The next day at school was the start of out History project.Charlie King and I faced our desks together. My eyes were drawn to his bright green ones.
"So, Austin, what should we do for our project,," Charlie asked. I love his deep voice.
"Umm.. I don't know, he said we should do a contraversial courtcase.." I added. "Do you have anything in mind,"
"Not, really.."
The history project was the last thing on my mind. I hoped I didn't have to get up for any reason, 'cuz I started to get a hard on. How emberassing. O well, it's a natural function. Andd of course i'm gonna get hard talking to Charlie King.
After days and days of pondering, we finally decided on a topic for our project. I guess the abortion topic is contraversial, so we decided on doing a report on Roe v. Wade. Our school is limited in researching capabilities, so we needed more sources.
"Well, we can go to the city (Rochester, NY) and go to the big library. They have tons of shit we can use for info." Charlie commented.
"Yeah. That'll be cool... when?" I asked.
"I don't know. Are you doing anything after school?" He asked.
"Not really. Tonight will be cool."
"Great." He added. "And maybe afterwards we can hang out somewhere,like the movies or something.
"Yeah. Thats a good idea."
I can't believe it. I needed to release my anxiety and hormones. I am about to go 45 miles away from this small ass town, to Rochester, with Charlie King. I had to keep my cool. He's probably straight. But.. man... i'd like to know for sure.
The first ten minutes of the ride home was pretty much quiet. He was driving, I was just sitting, listening to the Dazed and Confused soundtrack. When I look into his eyes (I'm wearing sun glasses) I see a whole world trying to escape. He's usually quiet, but today seemed like something was different. He had something to say but it wouldn't come out.
We had a great evening, well I did in particular. We researched our asses off, but it was worth it cuz we were almost done with our project. And Scream 3, as cheasy as the movie portrayed itself, it was quite enjoyable. All this reminicing of the last five hours still did not explain the long face, the sadness, the unwillingness to speak. I needed to know what was wrong with Charlie King.
So, I finally break the ice, and ask.. "what's wrong?"
"Nothing... really..." I knew he was lying.
"Nothing?? Something is bothering you.."
All of the sudden, he makes an unexpected turn into a an unusual back road. From this back road he turned again to another unusual back road. From there he turned to a seasonal dirt road, where no houses inhabit. He pulled over into a driveway surrounded by trees.I looked at the clock and it read 1:30 AM, good thing it was a Friday night out, I can sleep in. Anyways, I was not only excited, but I was very curious. He turned the keys to his dad's Chevy Suburban and shut the car off.
"I don't like to talk about my personal life at all" Charlie speaks. "But, since we were assigned this project, I feel like i could talk to you about anything.And tonight, tonight was amazing..."
I knew he was trying to tell me something .."BUT??" i asked.
"Well, it's like this Austin, I just recently had a break up, with someone who I thought I can trust... I didn't expect that we would ever break up, well, anytime soon that is." He paused, then continued.."It's not like i'm in love with this person, I just trusted-"
"This person?" I interrupted.
"Yeah, i trusted this person, and before tonight, I never had a good time, I just wanted to thank you without you thinking that I'm-"
"Gay?" I interrupted him again..
"Yeah.. gay. But you know what it doesnt matter. We both know that each of us are gay. I can tell by the way you look at me, Austin, and that hard on that you always seem to carry when you're around me.."
I was shocked, dumbfounded, astonished.. and any big words that fit the context. "Ummm... you noticed??"
He didn't answer but he climbed over his seat and plopped on the bench seat in the middle of the SUV. "I want you to look at something, Austin," Charlie stated turning the dome light on.
I climbed the seat almost tripping and falling on him like a cheasy romantic comedy. He caught me in his arms, and I almost melted. We both laughed it off. After really finding out that Charlie King, the man of my daydreams and masturbation thoughts, was gay, he seemed to smell differently. A better smell, a force of sexual desire. I now wanted Charlie King more than ever.
"Look at this picture..." It was a picture of him and his ex-boyfriend (John).. "He doesn't mean anything anymore..." He ripped the picture in front of me. I was happy for his revelation of finally ending the sorrow of their break up, but I was more estatic of the fact that I definitely have a chance with Charlie King.
"Austin, what are you thinking at this exact moment" He spontaniously asked me.
This question, as simple as it was, had too much depth and complexity to it. I knew what I was thinking. I was thinking about kissing Charlie King. I was thinking about stripping him naked, and lying next to him as I always dream about. But could I tell him this and obtain a potential emberassment. Of course I couldn't, so I chickened out and answered... "I don't know"
"Do you want to know what I'm thinking" Charlie King asked.
"Su-Sure" I stutterly responded..
"Or do you want me to show you.." He leaned forward and parted my lips with his tongue. I could not believe this. I am kissing Charlie King. The Charlie King that stars in my "movies". Our tongues explored, and I opened my eyes. I was staring at his green eyes. His green eyes that make time stop. His beautiful green eyes. I did not want to end this passionate tongue and soul exploration, but I knew it had to end soon.
He started to kiss the back of my neck as I wrapped my arms around him. I loved my neck being sucked on. I could not take this for too long. It was HEAVEN, our own personal garden of eden.. (in the back of a chevy suburban in the middle of no where). The steam of the passion that exist between Charlie King and I grew more heavily. He stopped kissing my neck for a second, and took off my shirt. After he took off my shirt, we were both joined eye to eye again, followed by lip to lip.
I then took off his shirt and I stared at his seventeen year old body. No hair, the way I like it. His defined features turned me on, and I was already erect from the lucious kiss. With no words being said, we both kicked off our shoes, and I lied down on the back seat of the Burb, and he lied on top of me; chest to chest, and eye to eye. Oh, his beautiful green eyes. Our tongues met eachother again. His hand moved from my face to my chest, to my stomach. He slightly glided his hand on the front of my pants. He know knew I was hard.
Charlie King started to kidd me some more. As he did this, he unbottoned my Kakhi pants. With my aid, my pants were on the floor of the Suburban. I now was in my boxers. This wasn't fair, so I quickly ripped his jeans off, with his help. He leaned forward and started kissing me some more. As he did this his hand roamed under my Joe Boxers and grabbed my penis. Oh, his hand felt great. I could not take this anymore. I got up, and made him lie down.
As he lied down, I slowly took off his Jockeys, exposing his thick 8 inch cock. It was flawless, It was beautiful, it was cut, and it belonged to Charlie King. I started kissing him with my hands gently stroking his cock. This hand job didn't last long, as my tongue navigated down to his chest, then to his lower abdomen. I stopped at around his navel, kissed heavily, which made him squirm. I grabbed his cock with my hand, and I teased it with the tip of my tongue.
His penis up close was so beautiful. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started to go down slowly. Oh what a taste! He was an appetizer, an entree, and dessert all rold in one immaculate package. I was sucking Charlie King's dick! I then used my lips and kissed the under region of his penis. This again made him squirm. I used the tip of my fingers and very slowly my hands wandered on his scrotum and his perenium. I then worked on his gorgues cut cock with my hand, then again replaced it with my lips. I loved sucking Charlie King's cock.
I guess he couldn't handle this anylonger. And he put me on the bench seat again, and I took off my Joe Boxers and he didn't hesitate to start sucking my dick. I loved it. And he knew how to do it. He started off slow, then with a little more time, he gradually booted up the pace. It seemed like he was racing. I, on the receiving end loved it. But the way he sucked my cock, It was inevitable that I will blow my wad soon. And he knew that. So he quit working on my penis, and cupped my balls with his warm hand. The sensitivy of that region drove me insane. Oh the wonder of Charlie King. He didn't suck on my dick next, but he stroked it heavily. He pumped harder and harder, and I knew i lost.
My mind became all fuzzy, like i was drunk off vodka. BUt i wasn't drunk, I was reaching an orgasm. My whole body, including my penis, stiffened. I started to breathe really heavily. I felt it coming. And boy did it cum. I sprayed my cum all over my chest and stomach. It was the best orgasm I ever had in my life.
What he did next surprised me. He lied on top of me without cleaning up my mess. We started to have dry sex, with the irony that I wasn't completely dry. I was covered in my own juices. This must have felt great for him. His dick rubbing against my stomach. As he did this, my hand explored the crack of his ass. This sped up his thrusts.
As he was dry fucking me, He started to lick on the back of my ear. Oh.. I loved it. He really gained momentum as his thrust against my stomach quickened. He must have been reaching orgasm..
"I'm gonna cum..." He said as I grabbed his ass more. I felt it. I felt his cream shooting on to my body, mixing with my own recipe. He cummed all over me, and I loved it. He then collapsed on top of me and wispered.. "Thank you so much, Austin."
We cleaned ourselves up with some old rags in the back. Without saying a single word, we got dressed and climbed back up in out seats. He started the Suburban and exited the mysterious dirt road. The rest of the ride home was again quiet. BUt this time it was a content quiet. A feeling of great fulfillment. Without knowing, he grabbed my hand and kissed it. Was I dreaming? Is this possible,, did I just make love to Charlie King.
Yes.
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