Part 07
"Er, something pretty important. I'm sorry." He looked like he meant that last bit. "I have to go there. You can... you can stay here, if you want to, I'll only be gone for an hour, tops."
Menno checked his watch. "You've got 15 minutes to get to the science park. I wish you Good Luck."
"Yeah, that's ok," I said to Charlie. He gave me a quick kiss, and then dashed out. Menno zapped on the TV.
Having nothing better to do, I started to take the dishes to the kitchen, and blowed out the candles.
"Sorry, kid," Menno said, "didn't mean to crash your party."
"That's ok," I sighed. He was watching MTV, Britney Spears sang to him she wanted to be hit one omre time.
"She's kind of hot, don't you think?"
"She's the prototype of the New Dumb Blonde if you ask me." It had slipped out before I realised Menno's tangles were blond too. But he didn't seem to mind.
"Exactly," he said, "I like 'em dumb."
I sat down next to him, and watched Britney's famous backflip.
"So, have you done it yet?"
I was stunned. "What?"
"Have you done it yet," he explained, "have you done it with Charlesy?"
"I, ah, m..." I stammered. Menno grinned at me, his eyes closed to slits.
"No? Hm, that surprises me. Charles is usually faster than that. I wonder what he's up to." I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. I looked at the tv-screen as if it would tell me the answers.
"Wait, you are, like, sexually interested in him, aren't you? I mean..."
"Yes! Of course," I cried out.
"Oh, ok, for a moment there, I was worried..." Menno Babbled. Without listening to him, I went on, "He's my boyfriend. And we haven't had sex yet because we feel very strongly about each other, and we wanna do it somewhere and at a moment that we can take our time and make it something special." It looks really self-assured on paper, but frankly, it came out with a lot of pauses and stammering. Menno listened patiently, looking from me to the tv and back. When he felt sure that I had finished, he said,
"Ah, the You-are-so-special-routine."
I should not have listened to him. I should have trusted in Charlie, isn't that what love is supposed to be about? That you trust each other? But what Menno told me in the moments that followed caught me off-guard. How much did I really know about Charlie? Not all that much. And what about the night we met, when he told me he would break my heart? What was that supposed to mean? The picture Menno scetched of my Charlie was very different from the one I had in my head, even though he didn't really tell me anything, he merely suggested. Two other freshmen, the owner of the gym, the med-student.
"...and they kissed and all, right in front of us. It was disgusting, I mean, really. They were All Over each other." The image exited as much as it make me jealous. It was very confusing. I wanted him to stop, and at the same time, I could't hear enough of it.
"So that's when we made that rule, no necking in the fusion. But I suppose he didn't tell you about that one, either."
"Yeah, no, he did. He told me," I said. It was the first thing I said in a long time. It was followed by a long silence. Then Menno suddenly said,
"Don't worry about that. Charlie's a real treat in bed." I looked up. "Or so I heard," he added innocently. For the first time, I began to see Menno differently. Was he...? But I didn't get time to think about it.
"Hey, d'you wanna learn a little trick? When you suck his cock, don't immediately take it in your mouth. Eat it from the side, like this." He bit down on the side of his finger, then wiped it quickly on his jeans. "Exept don't bite, of course. Just lick, and suck and, make sure you concentrate on that line on the underside." He grinned. "He just DIES when you do that."
I stared at him, aghast. He stared back, cocky, self-assured. He had planned this, but I didn't know, then.
"What's the matter?" he asked in a confidential tone, "Getting a bit exited?" That was an understatement. My hard-on was throbbing like mad. "That's alright. So am I." He grabbed himself, still looking at me. For a second or so, I wondered where this was going. And then it was too late. His left arm snaked around my shoulder to keep me in place, his right hand ripped open my trousers. It happened so quickly. I gasped. He moved his hand up and down slowly, rhythmically. His face was very close to mine. "Relax, Eddy-boy," He wispered in my ear. "Don't struggle." I complied. It was strange, I wanted him to stop, he was not the one that should be doing this, but it felt so good... Too good to stop him. When he felt I gave in, he took his hand from my shoulder and bent over to demonstrate the "trick" he had just explained to me. His lips were soft, and warm. His tongue seemed like a tiny creature, crawling and lapping at my skin. I looked at the tv, but the colours blurred. Red and silver. I moaned and let my head drop back, surrendered completely to these sensations.
He stopped for a moment. Involuntarily I pressed my hips up against his face. My hands got tangled in his hair. And then, he took it in his mouth.
It felt warm, warmer than I had imagined. My dick was surrounded with a hot, wet, velvety feeling that moved slowly up and down the shaft, with on the underside still that little crawling creature... I had told myself not to make any sound, but I couldn't keep still. I moaned and gasped at the ceiling, that seemed to be slowly falling down. He sucked at the tip, while his hands were milking the shaft and I knew I was going to come. I was going to shoot right into his hot, sucking mouth. "I'm gonna cum," I whispered, and then I did. I pulled his head down until I was almost completely inside and then I shot my load against the back of his mouth. He swallowed and licked it all up. I lay breathing, still staring at the ceiling and moaned,
"Ooooohh, Charlie..."
That sent me crashing right back to earth. This wasn't Charlie. This was Menno. And now he looked at me, angrily.
"It's Menno," he snapped. "Very rude to say the wrong name!" I struggled to say something, but he stopped me. "Oh, hush, your apologies are accepted. After all, you will return the favour, won't you?" He pointed at his own dick, that he had somehow managed to get out. It was long and hard, the angry red tip pointing at the ceiling. What choice did I have? Or maybe I wasn't so innocent. Maybe I really Wanted to suck him off. Who knows?
Fact is that I kneeled down in front of the couch and tried to take him in my mouth. It was harder than I had expected. I sucked at the tip like he had done, and ran my fingers over the hot, veined skin. I was eager to do it right, but he soon took control. With his hand in my hair, he lead my head up and down his prick until he started groaning loudly, and I felt the warm liquid on my tounge. He pulled me up and said to my face, "Swallow it." Again, I did what he said, I can't even explain why. We put our clothes in order, and heard the lock of the front door click.
"Charles's home," Menno said offhand. My heart skipped a beat.