All of these events are true. I have done my best to make the story accurate, using my journals as a reference. I have added meaningful dialogue to the best of my memory.
Not a Matter of Choice
Chapter 7: My year with Chuck, Part 1
After that first night together in Chuck's house, we saw each other almost every day. Because of the way I felt about Chuck, I was afraid that I would be the one calling him constantly and asking for more out of the relationship than he was willing to give. But as it turned out, he was the one who called me more often than not. I was of course only too happy to oblige.
Most nights we spent in Chuck's house. There was rarely a day when we didn't find the time for sex, and not infrequently, we had sex at night before going to bed and then again in the morning before work/school. Once I asked if he wanted me to give him another blow job--I just couldn't get enough of his cock--but he begged off because we had had so much sex his dick was kind of raw.
In the morning, Chuck got up to go to work, and I left to go to the hospital or study. After work, Chuck often called me, and we got together for dinner out or cooked food at his place. There were days I was on call, or Chuck had to work late, but we still found some time in the day to talk to each other or see each other.
When Chuck and I would see each other each evening, I'd give him a big smile, and he would flash his characteristic crooked half-smile, half-grin that I found so adorable. I always wanted to kiss him when he gave me that smile, but we saved that for our personal private moments. We would occasionally hug in public though. Chuck was 6'1" or so, while I was half a foot shorter, so he had to lean over, one hand over my shoulder and one under the other arm to bring me to him in an embrace.
Chuck was ok with giving hugs in public, but anything else was more than he felt comfortable with. After all, until he met me, he had always seen himself as straight. Now, with nightly hot man-on-man sex, I was upending his previous notions about his sexuality. Once, several months into our relationship, I asked him what he thought about his sexual orientation. He said, "Well, I guess I'm a bisexual."
Chuck was very comfortable with our relationship, as long as it was private. He wouldn't even consider telling his friends, much less his parents or family about us. Still, I would be a hypocrite if I thought he should, since Chuck was my very first boyfriend as well, and I would have never considered telling my family about us either.
So, the two of us implicitly accepted our personal situations and inner conflict--Chuck with is new-found homosexual or at least bisexual desires and me with my spiritual conflicts--and went about our lives just enjoying the time spent together.
I ended up taking a lot of time off for my last year in medical school. A part of the reason was that I had finished all of my core rotations and some of my electives, so I had several months I could choose to do more rotations or just take some time off. I was also pretty burned out with medical school at that point. Coupling that with the stress of trying to figure out my sexuality and my relationship with David earlier, I decided I needed a long break. So, there were several months I didn't sign up for any electives at all. Instead, I spent many hours at the bookstore reading the "Wheel of Time" series. Plus, I went on a vacation with Chuck.
Chuck decided to take a few days around Fourth of July weekend off and took me on a vacation with him to South Padre Island. He paid for everything. We made plans to spend the week at a guest house right on the beach. The flight was for 8:30 PM. I was outside with all my bags ready at 7:00 PM. I waited and waited. Chuck didn't get there until almost 8 o'clock, and it usually took over half an hour to drive to the airport.
"Um, Chuck, it's almost 8 o'clock. Do you think we're going to make it?"
"Yes, we're going to make it." There was a note of confidence in Chuck's voice, but it was all false confidence. We sped the whole way to the airport, driving at close to 90 mph on the 65 mph highway. It was a miracle that we didn't get pulled over. We got to the airport in the shortest time I had ever witnessed, around 20 minutes. We parked the car and ran like the dickens to the ticket counter.
"Two for the flight to S. Padre. Is it still here?" Chuck asked.
"Yes sir, but boarding is almost done. If you hurry, you might make it."
"Ok, we're on our way." Chuck and I dashed through the terminal, carrying our duffle bags with us. We made it through security in record time (this was pre-9/11, so security was not nearly as tight as now), and we continued to run like mad to the gate. When we got to the gate, there wasn't a soul at the gate. Then we spied one last attendant at the entrance to the walkway.
"Two to S. Padre please." Chuck handed him our boarding passes. He ripped off the ticket stubs and ushered us in. We stopped running, but we still walked quickly to the plane. When we got on, we were sweating profusely from our exertions. Thank goodness we were both in fairly good shape, or we would have never made it.
We ended up being the very last people to board the plane. It was after 8:30 pm when we got on board. A few short minutes after we arrived and sat down, the airplane door was closed, and we were taxiing down the runway. I looked at Chuck, and he looked back.
"That was pretty close. A few more minutes, and we would have missed our flight and been stuck in Houston," I told him.
Chuck gave me that crooked grin of his. "Yeah, but we're here. And we're going to South Padre Island!"
It was a short flight to the island, about 1 1/2 hours. We disembarked and rented the car. Chuck found the directions to the guest house we were going to stay at and drove there. We checked in close to 11:30 pm, so we were too tired to have any sex that night.
I woke up before Chuck did, and I used the opportunity to scoot over to him and run my hand up and down his chest. When I tweeked his nipple lightly a few times, that woke him up. He giggled and put his arm around me, pulling me closer. I continued to rub his chest and then moved my hand lower to his abdomen. I found his treasure trail and followed it down. I guess it's not called a treasure trail for nothing. I ended up in his thick curly bush, curling my fingers and scratching his pubes. "Mmmm, that feels nice," he said.
Chuck had a morning hard on, as most young virile men do. And of course I wasn't going to let a morning hard on go to waste, especially not on our first morning of our first ever vacation together. I grabbed his erection at its base and stroked it the length of its 6 1/2 inches, at the same time rubbing his chest in circular motions. Based on his moans, Chuck was clearly enjoying what I was doing to him. Jerking him off was not sufficient for me, so I leaned over and took Chuck into my mouth, coating it with my spit. Chuck sighed, spreading his legs a bit to give me more access.
I sucked his dick for a few minutes until my mouth got sore, so I used my hand on his now-lubricated cock as I licked his nipples. We hadn't had sex the previous night, so it didn't take long for Chuck to announce, "I'm gonna cum really soon." I continued jerking his cock and several seconds later was rewarded with his groans. I felt his dick pulsating in my hand and then shot after shot of cum erupted out to land on his stomach. Neither one of us cums buckets, but Chuck produces more than I do in general. Because it had been a day before we had any sex, he had a bit more than usual.
Chuck lay still on the bed for a moment, basking in his post-orgasmic afterglow, while I used one of our shirts from the previous night to clean him up. He said, "Thanks. Now it's your turn," giving me that characteristic crooked grin as he gently pushed me down onto the bed. I didn't resist. I was completely hard and leaking like a sieve, ready to get my own release. Chuck knelt between my legs. He had to grab my cock and pull it to his mouth because it was lying flat on my stomach (when I'm standing up, my cock points to the ceiling). After he got my cock into his mouth, he freed his hands and used them to rub my chest and tweak my nipples. He continued to play with my nipples as he sucked my cock. It was wonderful! I was really horny, so it didn't take that long for that familiar tingling in my groin that signaled the point of no return. I warned Chuck, and he pulled off of my cock and jacked me off until I came.
We had plans to go to the beach that day, but I had some questions about the contract the guest house had us sign. I pulled on my Rice sweatshirt and walked to the front office. When I asked them to explain this to me, the woman turned to her friend and said, "Este chico va a la universidad y no puede entender una forma." I let them talk smack for a while about me in Spanish.
At the end, I said, "You know, I understood what you said." They were surprised and wanted to test my Spanish. I let them ask me one question in Spanish, answered it, and left.
Chuck and I had an excellent vacation together. We would spend time at the beach for a while soaking up the sun and reading. When it got too hot, we headed into the small shopping center and hung out in air-conditioned stores. We spent a few hours one afternoon watching a movie. And of course there was lots of sex to fit into the schedule. All too soon, it was time to head back, but it was a good time to recharge our batteries and grow closer together without worrying about running into someone either one of us might know.
In October, I applied for an out-of-state medical rotation for two weeks, mostly to check out a residency program I was interested in. The program was 1200 miles away, a good two-day drive. I was excited about the possibility of going, but I had some apprehensions as well. First, it would be the longest Chuck and I had gone without seeing each other. Up until that point, we spent the majority of our nights together. Plus, I dreaded the drive out. I don't particularly enjoy driving, and I'm not the best driver in the world either, so the thought of spending two days driving across the country with nothing but my hand to keep me company was decidedly unappealing. I mentioned the trip to Chuck, and he immediately suggested driving me out there.
"You mean you would skip work and drive me there? Won't that be a problem with your job?" I asked.
"Nah, I wouldn't have to take that much time off. We'll drive out there, and I'll take a flight back."
"Are you sure? That seems like a lot of work. What about getting back?"
"I'll fly out there, and then drive back with you." It sounded like Chuck had a plan for everything.
"Wow, well, if you think so. But it sounds like a whole lot of work to me."
"No, I want to do it. I'd like to have that time together, and I need a break from the office anyways. It's been driving me crazy."
So, we decided to firm up the plans. I got permission from both my medical school and the residency program to do the rotation. At the appointed time, we packed our bags and headed off. The worst part of our two-day drive? Chinese food in Alabama. What was I thinking ordering CHINESE in ALABAMA?? I think I still bear internal scars from that experience.
The best part of our trip? Car sex. It was my first time for car sex with anyone. In the past, I had frequently held Chuck's right hand as we drove around town--he always drove when we were in the same car--and occasionally I would even cup his package, which almost always made him chuckle. Boy, I was a horn dog back then. For our road trip, we had an extended time, and hand holding was just not going to cut it for 1200 miles. A few hours into our drive, I moved my hand from where it was resting on his knee and slid it up his leg into his crotch. I cupped his balls and cock in my hand. When Chuck's soft, his equipment fits into my hand, but it's still a nice handful. I began massaging his bulge, and much to my delight, it started growing.
"And what do you think you're doing?" He said with mock anger.
"I'm getting you nice and hard, and then I'm going to take your dick out and suck on it for a while," was my reply.
"Well if you put it that way..." I was fondling him the entire time we were talking, and he had gotten quite hard. I moved to undo his belt, but it's pretty darn difficult unbuckling another person's belt while he's driving. I fumbled with it for a while, and he took over.
"Here, let me do it." He was ready for a blow job, and I was taking too long. He started undoing his button as well, but I stopped him.
"I wanna do the rest. You just drive."
"Well ok, if you insist." He put both hands on the steering wheel to give me more access, and I leaned my body over to his seat to use both hands to undo his pants button and unzip him. I pulled his cock and balls from under his underwear, hitching the elastic band under his balls. That way, his entire package was available for me to ravage at leisure. I leaned all the way over to take his cock into my mouth. "Yeah, that's good," he said. As I kept at it, Chuck took his right hand off the steering wheel and lightly rested it on my head. "Oh, Minh, that feels great. I don't want to cum though and make a mess. I might black out while driving, and that might cut our trip short."
"Ok, but I'm going to continue later," I said as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
Sitting back upright, I undid my pants and pulled my own cock out, stroking slowly. Chuck saw what I was doing out of the corner of his eye and reached over to take the place of my hand with his own. He jerked me off for a while, but the traffic was not light enough for him to pay full attention to what he was doing and drive at the same time. He decided to let go of my dick, but he kept his hand on my leg. "I want you to cum," he told me.
"Yeah, I'd like to. I'm pretty horny. Do you have any tissue or something I can wipe up with?"
"Look in the glove compartment." I opened the latch and found some paper napkins from Wendys.
"This will do nicely," I commented. I started stroking myself again the way I like it--using all my fingers and my thumb making a cylinder. I'm only 6 1/2 inches, so I only have to move about 2 inches up and down to stimulate my whole cock. Plus, I use my foreskin as a sheath to both lubricate and stimulate my cock head, the most sensitive part of my dick. I didn't try to rush it; we had a lot more driving to do. As I continued to stroke myself, Chuck ran his hand up and down my leg, looking away from the road every so often to watch me pleasure myself. I didn't want to keep this up forever, so after a while, I tightened my grip slightly and sped my strokes up. Chuck could tell I was sprinting for the finish line.
"Tell me when you're going to cum," he asked. I nodded and continued. Pretty soon, I could feel my cum boiling inside me.
"I'm really close. Oh, yeah, I'm going to cum." Chuck rubbed my leg more insistently and watched as I shot my load. I clenched my butt cheeks and lifted myself partly off the seat. And then I came. Now, as I have said before, I'm no gusher, so my cum just shot out a bit and oozed over my hand. After three or four shots, I was done. I sank back into the seat and cleaned myself off with the paper napkin.
"Did you enjoy that?" Chuck asked.
"Of course, but I want you to cum too."
"I will. Maybe when we get to a rest stop. You know, now it smells like cum in here."
"I know," I giggled. "It felt really good though. We can open the windows for a while if you want."
"No, I don't mind the smell. I kinda like it." We drove like that for a while, but he did open the windows to get the smell of sex out of the car.
After driving for a while longer, we did come across a rest stop. We went in and did our business, and then we came back out to the car.
"So are you up for your turn?" I asked.
"Where, here?"
"Sure," I replied. "We'll go to the far side of the rest stop. There aren't any cars there. If someone comes up, we'll just put ourselves back together again." Chuck wasn't very enthusiastic about the idea at first, but I convinced him to give it a try. This time, Chuck sat in the passenger seat, while I took the diver's seat. I pulled his cock out like I had before, again parking his underwear under his balls. That way, if we needed to straighten up quickly, it would only be a matter of flipping his stuff back into his pants. I leaned over and restarted what I had begun earlier in our trip. I took his cock back into my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. Spit was drooling out of my mouth and pooling into his pubes. Chuck was moaning, but quietly. After a while, he told me he was going to cum. I pulled off him, and he jacked himself to a climax, adding his sperm to the pool of spit I had started. I had a napkin ready, so I cleaned our juices out of his crotch. "That was great," I said. "Let's do that again some time on this trip."
"Sounds good to me," he replied. "So let's continue driving." Since Chuck drove the first part, I took over the driving for a while. We headed back on the road.
We drove past Alabama the first night. I remember because we stopped in a Chinese restaurant in one of the cities in Alabama, and, as I said, it was an experience I would never care to repeat. We found a hotel for the night and headed out the next morning. By the late afternoon, Chuck dropped me off at where I was going to stay. On our road trip, we did get to engage in some more sexual fun while in the car, but mostly I just enjoyed holding his hand, rubbing his fingers and back of his hand with mine. Although I would have been able to drive myself, it would not have been the same. I was so glad Chuck cared enough about me to take time out and drive me up. The way the trip went, I was already looking forward to my trip back with him.