The Ranger's Dragon Tamer, Chapter 2
They kissed again, the minutes ticked away. Charlie, unsure what to do with his hands, kept one hand on Chris's head, slowly running his fingers through the bottom of his loose curls. Chris knew he had to take over, and put his hands on Charlie's waist and pulled him closer so they would feel each other's erection, then reached in between them and gently caressed Charlie's. He felt Charlie draw in a short breath in his mouth and his penis twitch between his fingers but otherwise did not flinch or pull away. Chris took this as a sign to move forward. Without breaking his lips apart, Chris unbuckled Charlie's jeans, zipped down his zipper and reached into the hole in his boxers to run his fingers up the length of his penis in one swift motion. Charlie pulled back first to make an audible gasp and lifted his head back and closed his eyes. Chris used this break in kissing to go for it. He dropped to his knees pulling Charlie's jeans and underwear to his thighs and grabbed his cock, licking it from the base to the head, then completely took him in his mouth, holding onto the shaft, sucking halfway down and pulling up with a pop sound. Charlie moaned loudly, then he looked down at what Chris was doing. Chris continued the same motion and Charlie continued to moan in pleasure, his dream coming to life as Chris's full lips pressed hard on the way down, pursed out and tightened around him on the way back up to the head, taking him deeper and deeper every time. He could not believe how immensely pleasurable this was, arguably the best blow job he has had in his life. He knew that if Chris kept going like this he would not be able to keep standing. Chris likewise underestimated the length of Charlie's cock and was afraid to embarrass himself by gagging accidentally. As Charlie slid down to sit on the bed, Chris let go of Charlie's dick, knelt between his legs and kissed him again. Charlie, hands slightly shaking, started unbuckling Chris's belt and zipper. He noted Chris wore boxer briefs with no center hole and freaked out briefly in his mind, but then used common sense, took both hands to pull the top down and lift Chris's penis out. He started stroking Chris the way he stroked himself when he was alone and he found he didn't hate doing this. Quite the opposite. And Chris's moaning with his tongue in his mouth made it ten times better. Chris broke from the kiss and leaned into Charlie's neck, sucking, kissing and licking it, breathing in his soapy scent. Charlie took a shower before coming over, he knew all this was going to happen, he thought excitedly. Chris alternated between kissing and licking Charlie's neck from the right side to the left, sucking his ears and kissing his lips and tongue in between, moaning softly as Charlie stroked his already hard prick. The sensuality of it all was driving Charlie crazy and he stroked Chris harder, and faster. Then Chris leaned up and looked Charlie in the eyes as he unbuttoned his own long sleeved work shirt and wiggled out of it, leaving just his white tank top on. He moved Charlie's hand off him and bent down again putting his face toward Charlie's lap. He took a deep breath, relaxed his throat and took Charlie's dick all the way in, again startled by the length but ready this time and ended with his nose touching Charlie's pubes. "FUUUUCK!" Charlie called out and instinctively grabbed Chris's head with both hands. He deep throated Charlie three more times; each time Charlie responded with a hearty, "FUCK!" Chris suddenly leaned up a bit and pulled Charlie's pants and boxers all the way down, thankful his boots slid off easy as well. Then he reached up and pulled off Charlie's sweater and long sleeved shirt in one swoop. Charlie was naked as the day he was born right before him. Before he gave Charlie a chance to think about what was happening, he kissed him again, used one hand to pull down his own underwear and pants, yanked off his tank top and moved to sit on the bed next to him, pulling Charlie on top of him. Charlie reacted instinctively. He kissed Chris and positioned himself between Chris's legs, grinding his genitals against him, as now they were both fully naked. Chris took the pillow from behind him and lifted himself slightly to put the pillow underneath his midsection, elevating himself. They kissed fervently, Chris managing to get the rubber band from Charlie's hair so his red mane fell around his face, and he massaged his scalp. Charlie was already in ecstasy, every sense in his body was awakened. He smelled Chris's clean scented aftershave, he listened to Chris's soft deep moans of "hmmm.. hmmm.. hmmm" so rhythmic, he tasted beer and a mint on Chris's tongue over and over again that he must have had before Charlie came over, he could feel his hardness against his own on the lower part of his belly and when he opened his eyes to see his own feeling of ecstasy and desire on Chris's face, he knew it was time. Charlie unlocked his lips and waited until Chris opened his eyes. They looked at each other for a second. Then he pushed his body lower than Chris's and lifted up one of his legs into an up and bent position so that his hole was visible. He sat back on his hind legs, spit a couple of times in his hand and used it to stroke himself, then spit a few more time stroked the outside of his anus. Chris gasped but did not break eye contact with Charlie. First one finger, then two, then one again. Charlie watched Chris try to control his breathing, failing miserably. He no longer had short deep moans, but uncontrollable gasps in between erratic moaning. He wanted this, badly, and that excited Charlie. Watching Chris lose control was so unbelievably sexy Charlie's erection was starting to ache. He stopped stroking and leaned over between Chris's legs and guided himself to his hole, entering him very slowly. Chris was right. This was the tightest hole Charlie had ever been in and he found himself gasping as well. He wanted to see how far this rabbit hole went, but knew he needed to take his time, for the both of them. The deeper he traveled, the more Chris audibly moaned and arched his back, the tighter it molded around Charlie. When he was about 80% in, Chris cried out, "Aaah!" Charlie paused. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked gently. "No," Chris panted. "Just...don't go...all the way...in...right now..." Charlie leaned in and kissed him gently, sweetly, pulling out most of the way, then pushed in about 70%, then pulled up again to the head. He moved and Chris moved with him. Chris held onto Charlie while Charlie held onto the headboard rail in front of him with one hand and the side of the bed with the other. They breathed in sync, moaned at different intervals. Charlie couldn't think of anything other than how tight and deep and filling Chris felt around his dick. He had never felt sex like this before and it made him feel like howling at the moon. His orgasm quickly rose and he started feeling the waves coming fast and strong. He tried to slow it down by slowing himself down. He wanted the feeling to last longer, although he had no idea how long they had already been in this position. But instead he found himself inching deeper than the agreed upon length, grinding faster and Chris getting louder and more audible with his moaning as he held on and took the pounding. Charlie tried hard to stay conscious and in the moment, trying to tell himself to hold on a little bit longer but without warning everything went numb except his groin with involuntarily spasmed. He let out a deep moaning "shhhhhhhhiiiiiiiidddd" and could not stop cumming. He could have blacked out with how intense it felt, how good it was to release inside this tight hole again, and again and again and again with nowhere for his sperm to go but pooling at Chris's prostate, then leaking out as he collapsed on top of him. Chris felt every moment of Charlie's built up and release, his cum warming up his insides and he was elated with how amazing it felt to have his best friend inside of him. Neither moved for a moment. Chris could feel Charlie's fast heartbeat through his chest and he started to gently stroke his back, lightly rubbing his fingertips up and down. He knew Charlie was going to have a reaction, he just didn't know if it was going to be "That was great!" or "I feel disgusted with myself" so he waited. Charlie was also stalling, using these moments to try to gage how Chris was feeling. He stupidly thought now that he should have used some kind of lube, of course the anus does not secrete like the vagina and the little drops of spit did nothing. He also thought about how hard he came and how Chris didn't at all, and what a selfish person he was. He didn't want to be the first person who moved but his erection was getting softer by the minute and this position was getting increasingly uncomfortable. He knew he was crushing Chris with his body too. He sighed and rolled off Chris onto the side of the bed and looked up. No one spoke for a couple of seconds, then Chris started laughing. Charlie looked over at Chris and his laugh became infectious, so he started chuckling himself. Then Chris yelled, "Charlie Fucking Weasley! I can't believe that just happened. I just got fucked -FUCKED- by Charlie. Fucking. Weasley!" He sat up and laughed wiping tears from his eyes. Charlie punched him in the shoulder playfully and laughed as well. "Shut up. Oh my God, you are such an arsehole." Chris, still laughing, moved around on the bed until his back was on the wall the bed was up against, and his one leg hanging over, while the other was bent with his foot on the bed. Charlie moved to sit next to him, awkwardly at first, then made a conscious decision to relax and put his head on Chris's shoulder. Chris put his hand on Charlie's thigh and leaned over to kiss his head and sighed. Again, no one spoke. Then Charlie asked, "Was...that okay?" Really he wanted was he okay, satisfactory for Chris. Chris sensed his real question in the air and squeezed his thigh gently. "That was better than okay," he said. "That was bloody brilliant. Fan-fucking-tastic." He paused then said, "And I don't want that to be the last time." Charlie nodded. "I don't either." "So. Are we really doing this? I mean all of it, not just the sex part?" Chris asked. It was Charlie's turn to sense the question Chris was really asking and didn't want to hesitate. "Yes. I mean, I don't want this to be just about sex either." He let a moment pass, then said, "I want to see if this could really be something." "I want that too," said Chris. "I've never really wanted to before. But I really want to try, with you. I...like you, Charlie." Charlie lifted his head to look at Chris. There was a seriousness and vulnerability in his eyes that made Charlie want to kiss him, reassure him. So he did, kissed him lightly on the lips and said, "I like you too. So yes. We are doing this." Chris smiled. Charlie asked, "Do you still have date plans?" "No, I canceled the dates and the reservations. You told me to!" Charlie laughed. "That's okay. We can find something else to get into on Sunday." He said knowingly. "You plan it." Chris understood. They were actually dating. "Okay. I will take you to one of my favorite spots in the city, not far from where I live." "Okay," said Charlie. "Okay!" Chris smiled widely. They kissed again, gently. Then Charlie put his head back on Chris's shoulder. He reached his hand down and held Chris's hand that was still resting on his thigh, and entwined his fingers with his. They squeezed simultaneously, then released pressure but kept their fingers together, silently reliving the moments of the past 40 minutes. Chris was lost in how passionate Charlie's kisses were, and kissing is not Chris's thing, but Charlie made him want to kiss him. He could tell Charlie loved his full lips the way he would pull and suck on them. Truthfully, he would have been okay with a little kissing and a lot of groping, maybe giving Charlie a blow until he came. He did not expect to go all the way... or maybe he did. He couldn't tell who took off whose clothes first. It was probably him. But Charlie did get on the bed first so what was that a sign of, if not wanting to go all the way. Either way when they started it was like a train running full speed ahead and there was no way to stop it. And he was more than okay with that. Charlie was lost in thought as well, of the anal sex he just had. Chris was absolutely right. It was the tightest hole he had ever been in. With all the sexual escapades he had hanging out George he never thought to enter in the other way. George probably had and did, he treats sex like it's the Olympics and he was going for gold in each competition before it was over. The tightness of it all was...unbelievable. A part of him wished he had something to compare it to, but a bigger part of him was glad he didn't. Something about it being his first time with Chris made it special, sacred. He began to wonder how it would feel the other way... And then he remembered, "You didn't come!" he said out loud. "Hmmm?" mumbled Chris, his own thoughts getting interrupted. "You didn't come at all." "I know, it's okay." Chris smiled. "I will come another time." "No." Charlie sat up but didn't let go of Chris's hand. "I know you, Chris. We didn't just spend the last six months talking about how much you love sex, for you not to come. C'mon, mate." Chris laughed him off. "No Charlie." Charlie didn't budge, he stared at him intently. "NO," Chris said more seriously. "We've done more than enough for our first time and you're not ready." Charlie was surprised. He assumed Chris would jump at the chance at some anal action. "Chris, I don't know what you mean by `I'm not ready.' I told you I was, and not just for part of it. For all of it. ALL." Chris shook his head and tried to turn away, but Charlie made him look at him. "I am absolutely certain there will be pain but I'm not afraid of it. Because I'm not afraid of you. I know you will take care of me." But Chris was actually afraid of it, being on this side of it. He had never really deflowered a man before and his only deflowering of a woman was his first time as well. Chris's first time was absolutely awful, so he could not imagine hurting Charlie in that way. And he all but said so. "Charlie, I don't think you understand how terrible it is to be broken in. At best you will want to scream too loudly. I'm not kidding. And it's not the time or the place." Charlie read between the lines. "Are you afraid to do this? You've never actually broken someone in before have you?" Chris did not respond. "Ha! Of all your randos and one night stands, flings and relationships, none of them were anal virgins? None??" Charlie was amused. Chris said seriously, "No. I purposely do not go after straight men or men that have not been exposed to anal sex or being gay really. It's a huge turn off if I have to do all the fucking work and have to hold their emotional shit through it all, and most likely after. Plus, they are usually shitty lays." Chris just realized what he said as Charlie's eyebrow went up, still amusingly. He said, "Oh shit, Charlie, I didn't mean you, or us. Honest!" Charlie laughed. "I didn't think you were talking about me. But I do hope I wasn't a shitty lay, because you certainly weren't for me." "Well I don't know I haven't laid you yet," Chris teased. "Then do it," Charlie said seductively. Chris said nothing, just shook his head. Charlie tried again, "Chris, I want to do this, now. Not just for you, but for me. You won't hold any of my emotional shit because it's my decision and mine to carry." He leaned in real close and whispered, "Let me feel you inside of me, Chris. Please?" Chris could not help it. He penis twitched and because they were still naked Charlie saw it out of the corner of his eye. He glanced down and let go of Charlie's hand, reached over and began to stroke Chris's dick, surprising himself again with how much he liked doing this. He leaned into Chris's ear and whispered, "Break me in, fuck me slow until you come inside me." Chris's dick did a huge twitch in Charlie's hand and he knew he would not say no again. "Okay," Chris said. "Okay, but we do it my way. And we might not get there, and that's okay too. I'll just put it in and we'll see what happens." He jumped off the bed, and started looking around mumbling to himself, his semi hard penis bobbing in front of him. He knelt down to his pants, pulled out his keys to the safe under the switchboard and pulled out a bottle of brandy, and two small glasses, setting them on the table. Charlie watched in interest as Chris crossed to the other side of the Tank to his locker. He pulled out the bottle of almond oil, came over and placed it on the floor by the bed. He motioned for Charlie to stand up as he filled two glasses halfway with brandy. "Drink this." He gave Charlie his glass and quickly drank his own. Charlie barely drank the first glass when Chris had already poured himself another. "You're taking too long mate, drink up," He pushed Charlie's glass to his mouth to drink faster while he swallowed his second glass whole. Charlie swallowed in one gulp, letting it burn down his throat. Once done, Chris filled his glass halfway again, and said, "drink." Charlie drank the next glass quickly. Charlie started pouring him a fourth glass. "Really? I have to be drunk for this?" But Chris said seriously, "Trust me. Drink." Charlie sighed and downed his fourth glass in a row of brandy. "One more," Chris said. He poured another one for Charlie and he drank it, his body starting to feel very warm. "Okay." Chris clapped his hands together and gave a nervous chuckle. "Lie down face down. No face up. No...no, face down. Yeah." Charlie wanted to laugh but Chris had such a look of seriousness mixed with anxiousness that he did not want to make him more uncomfortable and he call the whole thing off. Charlie laid down on his stomach, used his hands and arms as a pillow, faced the wall and closed his eyes. Chris's heart was pounding. He poured a bit more for himself and drank in one gulp. He clapped his hands again and rubbed them together and sat on the edge of the bed. He noticed he was shaking a bit as he grabbed the oil and rubbed it in his hands. Relax, get it together, he told himself. He reached over and started massaging Charlie's back, starting with the beloved Fireball dragon. He kneading and massaging all the way from the nape of his neck and around to the shoulders. Chris massaged his whole back, still enamored with how perfect his physic was. He admired Charlie's soft reddish blonde hairs down his spine. He concentrated on his lower back and groove between it and the tailbone giving him a deep tissue massage. Charlie laid so still that Chris thought he fell asleep but as Chris moved to massage his buttocks, Charlie clenched up a bit, then relaxed. Chris pretended he didn't notice and kept on massaging down to his outer and inner thighs. He massaged down to his calf, some time kneading out the knots and behind his ankle to his heel. Chris spent the next hour giving Charlie the best massage he could ever muster. Charlie was completely relaxed but awake and alert. Chris used the oil more on his way back up, concentrating on his inner thighs. He moved to open his legs apart just enough for him to sit at the bottom of the bed near his ankles and continued to massage the crease between his groin and thighs. Chris took notice of his reddish blonde hairs on his ass and balls as well, and similar freckles all over his body. He poured oil down his butt crack and massaged it from the top of his crack, up underneath the bottom of his cheeks back to the crease between his groin and thighs. Then he slowly crept his thumb over, circling his anus with the flat part of his thumb. Charlie clenched up at first, but did it less and less the more Chris did it. The first time he stopped clenching, Chris slipped his thumb inside and massaged in a circular motion, and Charlie let out a low moan. Chris poured more oil, kept going in and out and around, circling the rim on the outside, and then slipping in to circle around the inside past the first ring, stretching him out until he could get his whole thumb in there without Charlie clenching. Then he slipped his index finger in and did the same. Every time Charlie relaxed he would take it another step. After the index finger it was his middle finger, then the index and the middle finger together, pouring more oil every time. Charlie had not made a sound since the first short moan, but Chris could tell his breathing became erratic. When Chris upped to three fingers, Charlie let out another low moan, but nothing else. Chris was fascinated by his resilience and he was aware of how hard he himself was at this time. His penis was throbbing and ached to be inside but he knew he needed to hold out just a little bit longer... Charlie was beside himself with how aroused he was. His own penis was rock hard again, as if he didn't just come about an hour and a half ago. He kept trying not to tense up, but it was an initial reaction every time Chris added another layer to stretch him out. Between the brandy and the massage, however, his body was more relaxed than it had ever been and all of his pleasure senses were heightened. By the time Chris got to three fingers, he knew what was coming next and he was so excited he thought he would come on himself. "Lift your knees in like you are about to do a yoga pose," Chris said quietly. Charlie slowly lifted his knees into his stomach, bottom high in the air. He felt Chris positioning himself behind him. He put one hand on Charlie's anus, alternating between the index and middle finger, and then entered three fingers, and massaged his own cock. After a couple of strokes, he knew he had stalled long enough. He grabbed the oil again and put an unreasonably amount of oil on his own penis and smeared the rest on Charlie's already glistening ass crack, inside and outside his anus. Chris took a deep breath and put the tip of the head slowly in Charlie, who let out another small moan as Chris did as well. Chris paused, took the head all the way out, then pushed it back in a little further. Charlie moaned again, he couldn't stop himself as he felt like he was being split open. Instead he buried his face in the pillow. Chris did this routine a third time, pulled all the way out, then slowly pushed in a centimeter further and again and Charlie moaned, but this time instead of tensing up, Charlie pushed back and Chris felt the head slide all the way in. Chris took a moment to give Charlie a moment, then slowly pulled back out, then pushed back in again. The head went in much easier as Charlie did not tense up, rather allowed Chris to go further and further in, little by little. Charlie was completely lost in the moment. He felt pain that made his eyes water and also felt pleasure like he never felt before. The fullness of it was indescribable, and it almost made him forget the pain. Almost. But Chris's moving so slow was also driving him crazy. Each time Chris pulled all the way out and pushed all the way in taking a bit more down with him, it literally took Charlie's breath away. Every time he felt like he couldn't feel fuller, Chris would push deeper, making room he didn't know he had. He couldn't control his moaning even if he tried. Chris on the other hand was trying to stay present and not get lost in it all. Charlie was unbelievably fucking tight, the tightest hole he had ever been in. He was consciously pleading with his body not to come yet, and it was a struggle. Charlie's moans were not helping either, as it made him want to go deeper and faster. Chris started noticing Charlie moving along with him, moving at a slightly faster pace, but Chris needed to control his orgasm so he grabbed Charlie by the waist and made him slow down. However Charlie felt like he was going to explode and needed to release. Now. After ten minutes of this slow crawl, he lifted himself up with a loud moan onto his hands and knees taking Chris by surprise. Chris continued the slow strokes, pulling all the way out and all the way back in as he tried to ignore Charlie's moans that were audible, loud and sexy. "Chriiiissss," Charlie moaned. Chris stopped moving inside him. He leaned all the way over and felt Charlie's dick practically drooling in precum and rock solid. Again he marveled at his length at full erection, 8.5, possibly 9 inches right now, skin stretched tight. He started penetrating again slowly, holding onto Charlie and started stroking him with more speed than what he was moving at the moment, which did not last long. By the third or fourth stroke, Charlie pushed back on Chris and let out a loud "aaaaaah!" cumming again all over Chris's hands and the bed. Charlie's orgasm and ejaculation came so fast and strong he had no idea what hit him until his body froze and his dick started spazzing for the second time that night. "Ho. Lee. Shit." Chris said out loud. He was still only a little more than halfway inside of Charlie, stunned that he made him cum so hard, and so soon without reaching his prostate yet. He intended on letting Charlie catch his breath but the moment was too great to pass up, and he began pumping again, a little more speed but still not as fast as he wanted to be. And he stopped pulling all the way out, no need for that anymore. Charlie started moaning again, fists now clenched on the bed. Chris became aware that anyone within earshot could probably hear him but he did nothing to stop him. Chris leaned right over him, moving like the ocean waves whose tide was just coming in, moaning himself. He wanted to change positions to see Charlie's face but Charlie seemed to be enjoying this position too much. And Charlie was. The pain was still there for Charlie but less intense as Chris moved deeper and deeper inside of him eventually hitting a pleasure point that Charlie had no idea existed, that was again literally taking his breath away. He felt like he barely lost the last erection when he noted he was hard all over again. Chris tapped Charlie's legs and motioned for him to stretch out so he could lay flat and Chris could lay on top of him, then he began to pound him, forgetting the Charlie was a virgin in this area, or maybe no longer caring as he now needed his own release. Charlie was aware of Chris's hand flat on his back as he dug deeper and deeper with each stroke, and the mattress in front of him involuntarily moving his cock by Chris's now hard thrusting right up against that new pleasure point. The sensuality of this sexual experience was immeasurable and he could barely contain his now loud "ah ah ah!" as Chris's began moaning in sync with his "hmm hmm hmm's". Chris was trying to keep one part of his brain conscious still because somehow he knew Charlie was going to come a third time this night. So every time he felt his own potential build up he would slow down or change up his stroke. Charlie was not aware of why Chris was doing this, changing up his short quick strokes to long hard strokes to circular motions, he just thought Chris was teasing him and blowing his mind on purpose. This went on for an eternity until Chris hit that pleasure point too many times in a row and Charlie felt the waves of orgasm fast approaching once again. He called out, "I'm ah gooona ah come ah again ah ah ah..." And Chris, who had been pumping to get that last bit of dick in him, thrusted all the way inside so he was pelvic bone deep and grinded against his prostate. Charlie thought he was going to die and be reborn, the pleasure was almost blinding and he let himself get swept away by his orgasm, which hurt him and freed him all at the same time. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhh fuuuuuuck fuuck fuuuuuuuuuck!!" He exclaimed and cum exploded from his untouched penis, over and over again with nowhere to go but to spread out across his midsection and the bed. Chris was on the verge of his own orgasm but stopped moving completely. His aching penis pulsating angrily at him, still bone deep inside of Charlie, but because he felt the intensity of Charlie's orgasm and had to ask, "Are you okay?" Charlie, trying to catch his breath in between said, "Did...you come...yet?" "No." "Well hurry... the fuck... up... don't know...how much... more...I can... take..." Chris smiled, then slowly pulled all the way out and Charlie moaned at how empty he felt. Chris moved off the bed, then positioned Charlie so that he was leaning over the side of the bed and Chris was standing behind him. He leaned Charlie all the way down and spread Charlie's cheeks wide, noticing how red his hole was, making him excited. Chris had no intention of holding back this time, and told Charlie, "Bite the pillow." He buried his own very hard 7 inches all the way inside in one motion. Charlie let out a yell but Chris ignored him, grabbed his waist and fucked him hard. Chris surprised himself with not coming right away but realizing he must have chased it off with all the stops and starts. No matter, he thought, I'm coming for it, literally. It was Chris's turn to be vocal and audible with his moans and grunts and went a full eight minutes before he started to feel the growing heat in his center. "Fuck yeah!" He found himself talking shit while pounding away. "Take this prick, take every inch of this cock up your arse You fucking love this shit don't you? Love this cock in your arse, huh? Huh?" As the heat inside him intensified he looked down and watched his brown dick disappearing in and out of Charlie's white freckled arse and lost track of time and space. He came so hard he found himself slamming five hard thrusts with each spurt, yelling "aaaaaaaahh" and collapsing on top of Charlie, then sliding to the floor and laid on his back, panting. He felt dizzy and wonderful. Charlie stayed in the same position leaning over the bed, also trying to catch his breath. He managed to crawl up the bed, lay straight on his stomach and looked down at Chris on the floor. Chris looked up at him and smiled. "Sorry," he said breathlessly. "For what? Fucking the shit out of me?" Charlie smiled back. "Yeah...that..." Charlie reached down his hand and Chris took it. He pulled Chris's hand back up to him and kissed it. Suddenly Chris wanted to be right next to him, so he got off the floor and onto the bed. He laid on his side while Charlie laid on his stomach and they kissed softly for the next couple of minutes, pausing to take it all in, then finding each other's lips again. Eventually Charlie lifted his arm to look at his watch. "5:33am," he said out loud. Chris nodded, but neither of them moved just yet. Charlie had arrived at the Tank a little after 2am so they had been at this for about 3.5 hours from the first kiss until the last. Charlie's whole body was aching, and he had never felt so alive. They laid there touching each other, kissing, wanting to close their eyes and sleep but knowing they can't because Miche, the first shift ranger, usually gets in by 6:30am. They watched the sun rise until Chris said, "We got to go." It was Charlie's turn to nod. Chris helped Charlie put on his clothes first, then found his own. Charlie went to sit on the chair at the round table but his arse betrayed him with pain so he opted to stand instead and watched Chris. Chris changed the sheets, putting fresh ones on the bed and the soiled ones in a bag so he could take them home to wash, then he put the brandy back in the safe and his oil, which was barely any more left, back in his locker. At 6:20am, Chris pulled Charlie in for another kiss. "No regrets?" "Absolutely not," Charlie said right away. He kissed him back and said, "I will see you tonight, for patrol." He gave Chris one last peck, turned around and apparated.Charlie's mind stayed consumed with the events that had happened in the last eight hours, give or take. His arse was on fire as he sat in the tub soaking and he welcomed it, as it was a constant reminder that what happened really did happen. He closed his eyes and slid further down, lightly touching his penis.
So unbelievably tight.
That was a whole experience by itself. He could still taste his tongue in his mouth, tasting of beer and mints. He could still feel his mouth and tongue on his neck, feel his penis swell inside of him- that thought made his gasp out loud. He never thought of how much he would actually enjoy it.
Not just enjoy it. Full on ejaculation, hands free. He had never experienced that before, ever. He never expected to feel that way from anal penetration. Chris only talked about what it feels like to be the giver, not the receiver. He's been holding out on him, he thought with a chuckle. The first (second!) time he came, he understood, Chris got him off. But that last time was internal. It started deep, grew intense and completely overwhelmed him. He didn't even know the male anatomy could do that.
After soaking well over an hour and almost falling asleep in the tub, Charlie came out, body still aching. He rubbed Essence of Murtlap between his sore butt cheeks, drank 5 ml of Wiggenweld potion and took 800mg of motrin. If this didn't do the trick, nothing would. He laid down on his bed face down and closed his eyes, remembering Chris's face as he thrusted and gyrated inside of him. Charlie had only one thought before sleep took over- they were doing it again, tonight!
Chris, who thought he was coming home to be at peace with his thoughts walked into a loud house instead. Charity, who he called Sis, was arguing with his five year old nephew Rudy about putting on socks that matched and then his sneakers so she could take him to school. "And why is this not happening upstairs in his apartment again?" he asked annoyed. "Because Clary needed some rest, she said the baby is giving her insomnia and she didn't sleep well last night. I brought him down here to make him some breakfast so I can get him off to school," Charity explained. Since it was Friday he knew Charity was off, which means instead of going back upstairs after dropping Rudy off at Primary School, she would come right back to his apartment downstairs and crash in the spare bedroom. Or worse, crawl in his bed. For once he wished she had someplace else to go. He didn't want to talk to anyone, he just wanted to lay down and relive every moment, possibly rub one out, but that wasn't going to happen. He sighed, grabbed the wrapped plate of breakfast she made for him and started eating with his hands, watching the drama in front of him. After much protesting from his young stubborn nephew, Charity managed to usher him out the door to do the ten minute walk to school. Chris stripped and stood in the shower, leaned against the wall and let the water hit him. In less than nine hours he went from being extremely annoyed with his best friend to fucking him. The getting fucked part was incredible. It never occurred to him that Charlie would have an anaconda for a dick. He didn't look the part, average height of six feet like Chris, nice muscular build, which usually muscular guys aren't walking around with large equipment. He would have been perfectly happy sucking him off until he came, but once he realized he underestimated it and was not going to choke on it being the "experienced" one here. So his only play was to let Charlie fuck him, and it wasn't a bad idea at all. He smiled to himself. Even with that Charlie had the upper hand. The penetration hurt going in and regardless of it being drier than he would have liked, Charlie was already hitting his spot without being completely in and he had to make him pull back a bit. Chris thought maybe they did too much and then thought maybe they haven't done enough. There was still so much to explore, positions, oral. He had no idea the sleeping dragon he awakened by giving that first kiss. And Chris liked the kiss, he liked the passion of it all. He found himself touching his growing erection, remembering those first few moments and Charlie's astonished face as he repeatedly took him in his mouth, when he heard the door slam. Shit, Sis is back, he thought. He switched the water to lukewarm to die down his erection and quickly, washed, then wrapped a towel around himself and slid into his room, which was closer to the bathroom. He put on a white t-shirt, underwear, gray sweatpants, laid on the far side of the bed and waited. A few minutes later he heard her knock on his door, then just open it and plopped herself down on the bed next to him. She sighed. "I swear I'm that kid's dad. She should just put my name on his birth certificate." Chris "hmm'd" but didn't say much else as she went into a tirade about their older sister and how she can't believe again she got pregnant by a guy she knew in less than three weeks. "I mean, isn't she supposed to be the responsible one?" Chris agreed in all the right places but his head wasn't in it and Charity could tell. "quoi de neuf? (What's up?)" Being ten months apart they are as close as twins, and she could read him well. He told her, "Remember my friend, Charlie? The conservationist that patrols with me at night?" "Yeah?" "Well... something happened...between us..." Charity sat up and looked at him. "Chrissy, you didn't!" Chris didn't answer but a smile creeped up on his lips. She hit him in the arm forcefully. "Ow! I didn't do anything he didn't want!" Charity groaned and laid back down. "I thought you said he was straight." "He was. Until last night. And this morning." He laughed and she hit him again. "Ow!" "You're such a whore," Charity said. "I thought you said he was a really good friend." "He was. He is," Chris said. "We are still friends, we are just...more than friends now." "So fuck buddies," she scoffed. "I hope you know what you're doing." He paused then said, "We're actually going to try to make a go of it." Charity sat up again and gave him a look. "I know," he said. "Crazy. But. I like this one. And I haven't really liked someone in a long time. And I think he really likes me too. At least he likes me enough to want to date me, not just fuck me. I mean, I don't want it to be all about sex, and I know he doesn't so we are going to try to see if this could be something, you know?" Charity looked at Chris intently and said, "He must have a big cock." Chris pushed her all the way off the bed and she laughed, then got right back on the bed and laid next to him, still laughing. When it died down, Chris said, "His prick is pretty big, yes." He smiled. "Ha! I fucking knew it!" She laughed again. "There is no way you would be giving it a go if he was a shitty lay, you whore you." They both laughed. Then she said, "I'm proud of you. Growing up huh? Go on, make a go of it then. A real one Chris." She gave him a knowing look. "Take it seriously. Put yourself out there. One of us needs to be in a healthy relationship." Chris nodded. Charity then said, "So? Don't hold out on me. Tell me everything. How big is he?" Her eyes went wide with amusement. Typically they share their conquest stories with each other, but he didn't want to, not this time. "Maybe later. I just want to hold onto this myself a little bit longer." Charity sucked her teeth, channeling her African mother. "You must really like this one. So when's the next romp?" "Maybe tonight. Maybe Sunday when we go on our date." "Charity groaned. "Uuuugh you aren't taking him to Nemo's are you?" "Yes," Chris said laughing. "He might as well start his journey to the other side there."Charlie thought of nothing else as he took a quick shower that evening, ate dinner and got ready for work. He went through the front doors of the Atrium instead of the restaurant portion, so he wouldn't have to talk to anyone. He apparated from the alley right to the Reserve entrance. His stomach leaped as soon as he landed, although logically he knew it was only 7:30pm and Chris would not be in the woods for several hours.
But Charlie was nervous anyway. He wasn't sure if he was going to find him in the beginning of his shift or later on for patrol. He didn't want to look desperate but he also wanted Chris to know he was okay. And he wasn't sure what, if anything was going to happen tonight. The Wiggenweld and Essence of Murtlap did the trick, he didn't feel any pain in his bottom at all, and really he was ready to feel Chris inside him again, tonight if possible, but he wanted to play it cool.
Charlie entered the Reserve and went through his daily routine, glancing at his watch every hour, then every couple of minutes. At ten minutes to 11pm, he knew he needed to at least see him, the anticipation was too great.
Chris came to work around 10:45pm with nervous energy himself. He parked and looked around, half expecting Charlie to apparate in front of him. He sighed and walked up the stairs to the Tank where Sasha was, talking about filing that needed to be done, archiving that needed to be uploaded, all the grunt work that falls on the overnight staff to give them something to do rather than sleep. He was only half listening, anxious for her to leave. At 11pm on the dot, when she finally did, he walked her out to the catwalk and watched her get in her car and drive away. He stood for a moment in the February cold.
Charlie apparated right at the bottom of the steps, surprised to see Chris at the top. He tried to have a normal walk, but just felt clumsy and awkward. Chris was also surprised but tried to play it cool. As much as he wanted Charlie to appear he did not actually think he would. When Charlie reached the second to last stair, he looked up and said, "Hey."
Chris smiled. "Hey."
They looked at each other for a moment, then Chris leaned over and kissed Charlie gently on the lips, took his fingers and led him inside. Once the door closed they kissed more passionately, with Chris backing Charlie against the door and held onto his hips to dry hump him. He was already hard. Charlie mimicked Chris and held onto his waist as well.
They held this position with their hands and lips and then Charlie remembered, "I...I gotta get back," he whispered. "No one knows I left."
Chris sighed and stepped back but still held onto Charlie. "I'll see you in a few hours then."
"Yeah."
They held on a few moments more, then hugged. Charlie let go first and opened the door, disapparating right on the outside.
At 1am, they met at Marker 11. Charlie still had on his work uniform so Chris knew he wasn't staying all night. They began walking, not talking, each lost in their thoughts. Then Chris broke the silence. "So I got a place set up, where we can go. This pub I frequent from time to time. We can go on Sunday since you work tonight. If you still want to go."
Charlie smiled a little. "Yeah. Of course. Did you want to meet at The Atrium?"
"Actually my flat is closer, walking distance really. Comes in handy when you're sloshed."
Charlie chuckled. "Okay, give me the address." Chris did. "7pm okay?"
"Sounds good."
Charlie started talking about Ben and Anna, how they have been fighting lately as they go through this as a married couple who hates each other phase from time to time, and they had to pull two more Fixers in to manage them. Now they had 1 lead Tamer and 5 Fixers each, as opposed to the 1-3 ratio the other dragons had. Charlie had left Ben sleeping and Anna restless, and they were trying to keep her away from him.
"I know I should be there to help but..." He let the words linger and Chris smiled.
"You don't have to stay tonight."
"You don't want me to?" Charlie asked, more alarm in his voice than he intended.
"No, I do want you to. But Sasha gave me a shit load of work to do so I understand if you can't and I can make myself busy. We both are technically on the clock."
"Well I won't stay long. We'll just make the most of the time we have." Charlie said.
"Yeah. I'd like that." They walked along quietly again with an excited nervousness in the air.
When they got back to the Tank, they both removed their shoes by the door immediately. Charlie zipped down his uniform completely to reveal a shirt and sweatpants he had underneath. Chris already knew what he was going to do.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," he told Charlie, and Charlie promptly complied.
Chris knelt down in front of him and slid in between his legs, pulling Charlie's neck down for a kiss. After a few moments, he slid off his t-shirt over his head, licked the base of his neck, moved down to kiss and nip his nipples, move back up to find his mouth and kissed him again. He started rubbing Charlie through his sweats and he let out a deep moan. He kissed and stroked Charlie until his imprint got bigger and bigger, then he let go. He grabbed the sides of Charlie's sweatpants and with Charlie's help, pulled his sweats all the way down and off.
Chris started stroking Charlie again, getting a better look at it than the night before. It was tanned, slightly darker than the rest of his body, with the head being the pinkest. He could see the line where he was circumcised, and it had a slight curve upward, barely noticeable. And it was long as fuck. A little girth, but not much as the length made up for it. He was about 7 inches of semi hard cock and he was certain Charlie could grow to 9 rock hard inches easily. He now sees why he was overwhelmed the night before. But Chris was determined to be the Beast Tamer today.
He looked at Charlie and smiled slyly. Then he relaxed his jaw and throat muscles and took Charlie completely in his mouth until his nose touched pubes, then sucked hard on the way back up. Charlie let out an "Aaaaah!"
Very few people are able to do this for him so it was unexpected. Chris did not let up for five more deepthroats until his mouth filled with saliva and he poured it all on Charlie's dick, then began stroking again. He leaned Charlie back slightly and bent his head all the way down to put both balls in his mouth and gently swished them around, then licked back up the length of Charlie's long and now very hard penis.
If Charlie thought he was going to play it cool, that went out the window the first moment Chris went down on him. Charlie had officially died and went to cock sucking heaven. He responded with loud fucks, shits, aaahs and uuughs, and put his hands on Chris's head not as a guide, as Chris clearly did not need one, but to steady himself. He knew he was not going to last long at all.
At one point Charlie fell backwards on the bed and Chris took it as an opportunity to swing Charlie's legs onto the bed so he could position himself between his legs over him. This position is better for deep throating anyway, he thought, and continued to push all the way down and suck all the way up. He knew what he wanted and Charlie was going to give it to him.
Charlie knew what he was going for as well and was not going to deny him. He started grabbing Chris's curls with both hands and started bobbing his head faster and faster and moaning louder. When he could feel that Charlie's hardness had reached its full max, he lifted his head from Charlie's grip, put one finger in Charlie's puckered hole and started stroking him faster. He waited until Charlie gave him eye contact and said, "Come."
It was as if Charlie's body responded to Chris's command. He immediately felt the beginning of his orgasm as Chris stroked faster and faster and right before Charlie exploded, Chris stopped stroking and deep throated Charlie again.
Charlie's eyes crossed, he saw stars and growled, bucked upwards and he came forcefully. Chris felt it right down his throat and swallowed, then swallowed some more as Charlie's cum kept pulsing out of him, with his lips wrapped so tight around the base of his dick so that not one drop would get loose. When Charlie stopped cumming finally, Chris slowly pulled back off Charlie's cock and sat back on his hind legs and watched Charlie, who was laying there breathing heavily, both hands over his eyes.
"Fuck Chris! What the fuck!! Where the fuck did you learn how to do that!?"
Chris smiled and said, "It's magic."
Charlie opened one eye and looked at Chris through his fingers and Chris laughed. He closed his eye again and Chris watched him. He then started touching Charlie's body lightly, his thighs and the crease between his thighs and balls. He ran his hands over his abs over and over again, touched one nipple, gave it a small pinch, touched the other and did the same. Charlie still had his eyes closed but had moved his hands to the top of his head, enjoying the sensual touch. Chris leaned over him and touched his neck and Adam's apple, then traced his finger over his lips. He was only semi-hard but growing by the minute.
Charlie opened his eyes. He moved his hands to Chris's hips and grabbed both cheeks, moving his body against him. "Take off your clothes."
Chris moved to stand up and started to strip and Charlie watched him. Charlie surprised himself with how attracted he was to Chris's body. Nothing about it was feminine but it was the sexiest thing in the world to him right now. When Chris had only his white socks on he got into the bed and Charlie turned to his side to give him room but also to face him; it was his turn to admire his body.
Charlie touched his skin, admiring his shade, not black or white, but a perfect cup of brown coffee with cream and sugar in it, except for his nipples which were a chocolate brown, along with his penis and testicles. He had little to no hair on his chest, barely a blemish on his body except for the mole on his left cheek. Charlie ran his hands along his nipples, gave each of them a slight pinch, ran his hand down his abs and stomach, and put his finger in his belly button, which was neither an innie or an outie, but a perfect combination. He reached down and touched his penis that was leaning against his own. It wasn't as long as his but certainly thicker than his own, toasted almond at the head, milk chocolate all the way down. Charlie began to wonder what his milk would taste like.
He reached down a bit further and touched his testicles. Charlie had never touched another man's penis but his own until yesterday and this was his first time touching a man's balls. He expected them to match his own in girth but they were definitely looser than his. Probably due to the fact he was much more experienced than him, Charlie thought. The thought embarrassed and excited him.
Chris wondered what Charlie was thinking as he explored his body but his face was unreadable. Charlie continued to be curious about the male anatomy and wanted to make Chris feel as good as he made him feel, but didn't know how until Chris said softly, "turn over."
Charlie looked up at him. Something about the way Chris was taking control was an experience he didn't know he liked or needed in his life, but it was incredibly sexy and he couldn't deny him. He laid flat on his stomach.
Chris got off the bed and went to his bag, pulled out a new bottle of almond oil and small bottle of lubricant and came back to sit on Charlie's legs. He did the same routine he did the night before, massaging Charlie's butt cheeks first, then inserting his fingers one at a time, but at a much faster pace, and Charlie. He used the lube liberally and made sure he got it all in the whole, first with his thumb, then with his index finger, then index and middle finger. Charlie moaned and he wasn't sure if it was out of pleasure or pain, but he didn't clench up once, which was a good sign.
He put lube on himself, much silkier than oil, and stroked himself while he fingered Charlie. When he was ready, he opened Charlie's cheeks and inserted himself inside. Charlie moaned but again did not tense up, instead pushed back on Chris as he slid in his tight but open hole. Chris sighed and gave him one long stroke to see how deep he could go, which was all the way down to his prostate. Charlie was still tight but the lube helped better than the oil did, becoming slippery after a couple of slow strokes.
Once he was all the way in, he went to work: He stroked in and out, up and down, back and forth, sideways and circular all for his own pleasure. He could tell which strokes Charlie liked best based on his moaning, and Charlie liked a direct up and down motion whether fast or slow, as long as it hit that sweet center of his.
Chris was mostly focused on his own orgasm today unlike yesterday, and he tapped Charlie to move to a face down-arse up position so he was able to go deeper. He pounded Charlie with short strokes, increasing his pace as Charlie buried his face in the pillow, held on and moaned. As Chris began to feel the heat in his center, he did nothing to stop his orgasm, instead he did the opposite and pounded harder. He barely made a sound as he exploded inside Charlie, letting the shock waves go through his entire body before bringing him back down to reality again.
Charlie who was conscious of every feeling today more than he was yesterday, felt Chris's penis pulse and his cum coat his prostate, and he thought he was going to cum again with how amazing that feeling was. He collapsed, taking Chris with him, then stretched his legs. Chris exited his hole but laid on top of Charlie, his soft groin getting softer by the minute sitting in the crack of Charlie's arse, his arm over Charlie's, stroking his arm.
Neither spoke, just felt each other's heart beats as they were thoughtful, Charlie again wondering whether he was satisfactory and Chris couldn't think of anywhere else in the world he would rather be. They laid there for a while, neither wanting to break the silence or the moment.
Suddenly there was a vibrating sound and red sparks flying around the room.
"OH SHIT!" Charlie exclaimed and sprang up, Chris having to balance himself so he would not fall off the bed.
"I'm sorry. So sorry! It's the alarm, something's wrong. I have to go!"
Charlie got dressed in record speed, leaving his t-shirt behind but jumping into his underwear and sweats, then into his work uniform. He started running toward the door, wand still spitting out red sparks in his hand, then he ran back in and gave Chris a kiss. "Tomorrow at 7pm right?"
"Right," Chris said bewildered.
He kissed him again and ran out, disapparating in the doorway.
Chris was ready by 6:45pm on Sunday. He felt surprisingly calm, none of the first date jitters he thought he would feel. He knew that Charlie would probably be really nervous and he wanted to put him at ease. He had already kicked Charity out and banned her from coming back until tomorrow. The house was spotless, especially his room where he had diffused some essential oils: lavender, Spanish rosemary and lemon, his special combination for lovemaking. Almond oil and lube bottles were underneath his pillow, in anticipation of what may happen after dinner and drinks. Maybe I am a little romantic, he thought to himself with a smile. At 7pm Charlie apparated in front of the address he was given. He went up the stairs and realized he was looking at two doors and had no idea which door was Chris's. He moved from one side to the next, trying to decide which bell he should ring first when the door on the left opened and Chris was standing there. "Hey." "Hey." Chris smiled a bit, reached behind his door to grab his leather jacket and scarf, and stepped out. He led the way, and they walked about 10 minutes quietly toward the riverfront, then turned a corner into the busiest part of the area. There were still a few shops open and well lit restaurants. Chris turned down the first alleyway to another smaller pub off the path. Charlie immediately noticed the pride flag but also noted another flag: Brown, yellow and black stripes with a bear paw on the side. Charlie was confused about what that flag was. In between the two flags was a sign that said, NEMO's, with a whale between the O. Chris opened the door and led him inside. It was loud and looked like a sports bar filled with men. The first part had a long bar with stools on one side, two seater tables around the other side, and a pathway in between that led to the back area where tables and booths were for restaurant seating. There were TV's in the back as well as the front and a live football match was playing. Charlie nodded at the bartender, a burly, hairy guy who pointed toward the back. Chris led him to the host. "Chrissy, I heard you got yourself a table today," he winked, and led them to a booth. It was crowded back there as well but not nearly as loud as the front area. Some tables and booths were filled with obvious dates, others looked like two guys having a beer. Charlie wondered what he and Chris looked like. The waiter came over and Chris ordered some appetizers and beers. Before Charlie started picking up the salt shaker nervously again, Chris started, "So what happened, the other night with the..." He lowered his voice, "...red sparks thing?" "Oh right," Charlie said. "Ben and Anna. We'd been keeping them apart and somehow she broke free of her Tamers and woke Ben up which made him very angry and they started fighting. They called me back to step in because Ben will only let me ride him and Jesse was out sick, that's his lead Tamer. Anyway, I got him to take flight and get out of there for a few hours." Chris was amazed. "You. Ride. Dragons?" he whispered. Charlie smiled. "Yeah. It takes a lot of trust to build up for a dragon to allow you to ride him, but once he or she does, it's the most amazing thing. Better than being on a broom." "How many of them trust you to ride them?" Chris asked. "Right now, almost all of them. Robbie lets me ride him but Robbie is easy, anyone can ride him. That's usually where we start dragon riding lessons, with Robbie. Then Liu until he died. I call Liu my first baby although he was well over 1000 years old I think, but he let me ride him, and then Honey. Ben and Anna were next and Ben never let anyone ride him but me for a while, until I did a warm hand off with Jesse. Betta will only let me ride, no one else. I am trying to hand her off to Tommy but Tommy is...well awkward at times and she senses it. Only London I don't ride, but London won't let anyone touch him, let alone ride him. Only Dale. He has no Tamers, just a couple of Fixers who monitor him." "Tell me what that means, Tamers, Fixers? What's the difference? We never really talked about how it all works." Charlie relaxed. Talking about the Reserve and dragons is the best way to put him at ease and he knew Chris was doing that. "Everyone starts out on Dung. We call them Dungers or Shitheads, naturally." Chris laughed. "Naturally." "All new recruits wear a special suit and go into the field to schlep dragon dung and live in the barracks for a full year. They aren't allowed to interact with the dragons until they start training. Khalid is the Dung Coordinator, and he basically teaches them about the history of the Reserve, discipline, hard work and teamwork. The dung gets packaged, sold, distributed and shipped to wizards and witches all around the world for gardening or potions or whatever else. It's how we make money to keep the Reserve afloat. "At six months they can join the trainee line if Khalid feels they are ready, but he can keep them there as long as he feels necessary. Technically when they start they are called Trainees at that point but they still schlep dung until they become a Fixer so they are still Dungers to everyone else. Sven teaches and perfects their spells, charms and jinxes. I'm his assistant trainer and the Senior Lead Tamer, and I teach them dragon safety, to respect the dragons and ultimately how to relate and tame them. "With me is the first time they really get close to them and only under my watch. I do it in small groups in the evenings when they are at their calmest. Sarah, our Lead Healer takes them early in the morning to go over healing potions, tonics, herbs and how to care for dragons. And all three of us kind of haze them a bit, see what they are made of. They can stay Trainees and Dungers for up to three years, or until Sven or Dale or I decide they can move up to becoming Fixers, or Benji picks his Hunters or Sarah picks them for Healers or Gardeners. But they have to do at least 1 full year of training under Sven before we can move them into real paid departments." "Wait, so they are schlepping shit for anywhere between one to three years, maybe longer, before they even get to touch a dragon, and they don't get paid for it!?" "Fucking right," Charlie said definitively. "You don't come to the Reserve for the money. You come for the dragons." Chris thought about it. "Okay, yeah I see that. You wouldn't have to pay me either for a chance to be near a dragon, and then get to care and ride them? Yeah, I'd be schlepping shit too." Charlie laughed. "So then you pick them to become Fixers? What do they do?" "Basically they care for all the dragons collectively. They make sure the dragons get fed breakfast, lunch and dinner, their area is clean so they don't get diseases, play games or take them airborne so they get exercise and enough sun, monitor their naps so they aren't sleeping too much or too little, really just whatever they need to make sure their lives are comfortable and happy. They do this with all the dragons until they get assigned to just one, but they might not ever get assigned to one, or they might choose not to be assigned to one but to have relationships with all of them." "So how quickly did you move up?" Their appetizers had arrived and they dug in while they talked. Chris continued to be fascinated by this world. "Pretty quickly," Charlie said. "Khalid and Sahid, the Puff twins as I like to call them, Jesse, Felix, and I all started the same year, came over right from our last year at Hogwarts and together we moved up. I knew what I wanted and kept my eye on the prize. I learned all I could from Rufus, the Dung Coordinator before Khalid took over three years ago, and in six months we were all tapped to begin training. "But then we all went in different directions. Felix went over with Sarah and became a gardener, then her second-in-command Healer. Sahid went under Benji and became a Hunter, which surprised a lot of us except his brother obviously. But being Puffs you would think they would both want to be as close to the dragons as possible. Hunters are the complete opposite, they stay out in the woods, gather food for the dragons and pretty much operate like security for the Reserve. They will also kill a dragon without a second thought if they need to, to protect the life of a fellow Reserver or human." "Wow! I mean I get it, but...wow." "Benji leads them and he will kill a human for shits and giggles. What an arsehole that one is," Charlie said sourly. Chris laughed. "So you won't be braiding each other's hair any time soon?" Charlie glared at him, making him laugh. He wanted Charlie to continue so asked, "So where did the others go? Khalid stayed with dung the whole time?" "Well no, he went on to become a Lead Tamer with Noberta, but then she escaped about 5 years after being on the Reserve. How, we are still unsure, but we kicked up our charms and borders in the sky after that. Then Rufus was having health problems and wanted to retire so he trained under him all the Dung Operations and took over. Jesse and myself are still Lead Tamers." "Obviously you were assigned to Liu when you first became a Fixer, then a Tamer." "Not right away, but yes, he took a liking to me early for some reason, maybe because of my red hair. I was a Fixer by the time I was 18 and put under Lui, and was his second-in-command Tamer until he died. Then I was Ben's Lead Tamer until right before I went away for a year, and when I came back I requested to be switched to our Betta, or better said, no one could tame her but me so I took over and hand picked my second-in-command Tamer and three Fixers." "Tommy's your second then. Your son." Charlie laughed. "Yes. It was time. He's only like four years younger than me but yes, he's kind of been under me since he got on the Reserve at 17. He's always either saying or doing awkward shit, or he is just being hyper and annoying. But he's a good lad." The waiter came back and took their orders. Then the skinny blond man said to Chris, "So does this mean it's over between you and me?" He winked at Charlie. Chris laughed. "It never started, Twink." The waiter laughed out loud and walked away. "Twink?" Charlie asked. "His real name is Roel but they call him Twink because...well look at him." "I don't get it," Charlie said, confused. Chris chuckled. "Okay here's your crash course gay stereotypical titles for males, mostly based on looks and body types. You're ready?" Charlie laughed, "Okay." "We have Jocks, Otters, Bears, Twinks, Drags, Daddies, Hunks, Chubbs, Muscles, Femmes and err.. I guess Transgender males. They are men too." Charlie laughed. "Holy shit." "Yes, not all gays are alike." Chris laughed with him. "So where do you fall in?" Chris smiled. "I don't believe in labels." Charlie laughed. "Naturally." Chris laughed as well. "Plus I'm not gay, I'm bi. Or pansexual, really. Men excite me. Women excite me. People excite me." He shrugged and Charlie laughed. "So I know what the pride flag is, but what's the other flag on the entrance?" Charlie asked. "It's the Bear flag. Nemo," Chris pointed to the bartender, "Is the owner with his partner Richard. He's a Bear – big burly hairy gay men. Richard was a Twink- really thin, young looking gay man with no hair anywhere back then but he's put on some weight. They are complete opposites, 14 year age difference, but they have been together for over 20 years. This is the only, Males Only Allowed gay bar in all of Albania. They can be a bit harsh, they don't allow women in here at all under any circumstances, not even butch women or transgender women. "It's a place specifically for men to be in the company of other like-minded men. Sometimes they side-eye femme males and transgender males if they are too flamboyant which I think is stupid but whatever, I don't own the place. When I feel like I just want a place to hang out I come here. When I want to be around everyone else on the spectrum I have other spots." Charlie nodded slowly smiling, "Can't wait to experience all that with you." Chris smiled. Then Charlie said, "We're not going to run into an ex of yours here, right?" Chris laughed. "Highly unlikely. I don't shit where I eat." It was Charlie's turn to be fascinated as Chris talked about this world he knew nothing about. Chris had been introduced to Nemo's by Rem when he was 16 and has been coming here ever since. Nemo has been like a father figure to him, where he has come for advice about relationships or just being bisexual in general. They moved onto other topics. Their food came and they ate and talked. It had always been easy for them to do this and tonight reminded Charlie of that. Toward the end of their meal three men came in talking about the game yesterday, Chelsea versus Manchester United and Charlie's ears perked up being a Chelsea fan himself. They argued loudly and Charlie found himself chiming in and soon they were all talking and arguing so loudly about the penalty shot that turned the game around that Nemo himself had to come into the dining area. "Fuck off the lot of you. Shut up and watch it, we recorded it." Everyone cheered. He turned the TV on and suddenly all of the TV's in Nemo's showed the same game. Charlie who had gravitated toward the center of it all looked back to find Chris toward the back, standing and talking with the waiter named Roel called Twink. He mouthed to him, "this okay?" Chris nodded and raised his glass. Charlie smiled and turned back to his new Chelsea friends. By the time the game was over, it was nearly midnight, and Charlie was a little drunk and singing Chelsea club songs. He looked around and didn't see Chris at first, As he moved through the crowd to find him, another tall blond haired man grabbed his hand and started flirting, "If you aren't here with anyone Chelsea Blue, take me home with you." Charlie's eyes went wide and he froze. He had never been actually hit on by a man before and did not know how to handle it. Before he could think of a response, he felt an arm around his waist from behind him and heard Chris say, "He's here with me." The guy moved on. Charlie was again taken aback with how easy and good it felt to have Chris take control. He also just realized this was the first time he has touched him all night. It sent a chill through him. "Are you ready to go?" Chris asked, still holding onto Charlie's waist. "Yeah," Charlie responded. They grabbed their jackets, Chris shook Nemo's hand on the way out and they stepped into the cold February night. The cool air felt good on Charlie's face, as he had not realized how hot it was in there. He also realized he was a little more tipsy than what he wanted to be. They started walking back to Chris's house and Chris reached for Charlie's hand, and laced their fingers. There was hardly anyone in the road this late night and they walked in silence again. When they got to his steps, he turned to Charlie and asked, "Are you coming in tonight?" Charlie was surprised at the question. "Of course" he responded automatically. Chris nodded and led him inside. They entered into a short hallway, where Chris took off his jacket and shoes and Charlie followed suit. They walked into the living room, dining room, kitchen area. Charlie took off his sweater, leaving on his long sleeved shirt, and took off his socks, then sat in the arm of the couch, but found himself sliding inside it. Chris went to the kitchen while Charlie got a good look at his place. The wall unit in the living room consists of a large TV and stereo underneath it and book shelves on the side. Charlie rose out of the chair to get a closer look. There were textbooks and journals about wildlife, forestry and dystopian novels like The Hunger Games, Divergent Series, Lord of the Rings, The Maze Runner. He also had a whole section of movies, a whole row of Disney cartoon movies. Charlie reminded himself to tell Chris that Walt Disney is a wizard. There were pictures scattered around as well: A picture of an attractive dark brown skinned woman and an equally attractive white man who Charlie assumed were Chris's parents on their youth; a photo of two women mid laugh, one very light skinned with curly black hair in a ponytail, the other more brown skinned like Chris's complexion. The latter could have been Chris's twin sister, the other a lighter version of Chris's mother. Both women were astonishingly beautiful. Chris's almost twin had hazel eyes, the same as his father. Her hair was in a headband pulled far from her face, and her curly hair was more kinkier like Chris's stood up in contrast to her sister's falling straight down. He realized looking at her how truly attractive Chris was. He looked over at Chris making coffee and smiled. He looked back at his sisters and noticed both of them had the same small black mole on their faces, the lighter one on her nose, and Chris's twin on her left cheek, again identical to Chris. Charlie could have looked at these two women all day, but he moved on to other pictures. There was a picture of an infant he assumed was his nephew as a baby, as right next to it was a school aged kid in a picture, probably taken recently. An old track team photo, Chris in the center. Another photo of a blond haired guy and a brown haired girl, with Chris again in the middle, his arms around both of them. A picture of a dog. Charlie walked over to the kitchen area just as Chris was pouring the two cups. "How do you take it?" "Two creams, two sugars." Chris made the two cups and handed one over to Chris. They stood side by side and sipped. Charlie, who was feeling less inhibited, heard the words tumbling out before he could stop them. "Why haven't you touched me all night?" Chris's eyes went wide and he looked over half startled, half smiling. "What?" Well I might as well continue, inebriated Charlie told himself. "I just mean, other than holding my hand just now, you barely touched me all night. Not even..." He wanted to say, a kiss, but stopped himself. Chris put his cup down on the counter and moved to stand in front of Charlie. He was reminded they were the same height as he put his hands on his waist. "I didn't realize I hadn't. But I guess you're right. I don't know why. Maybe I just wanted you to be comfortable and I don't know where you fall with public displays of affection." He leaned closer, touched their foreheads together. "But I'm touching you now." Charlie put his cup down and initiated the kiss between them. It was soft and warm and tasted of coffee. Chris moved his hand to the lower part of his back and pulled him closer, Charlie wrapped both arms around Chris's lower back. Chris broke it off first. "Come on," he said, and took Charlie's hand to lead him to the back bedroom. He closed the door and turned to face Charlie. Charlie took out his wand, pointed it upward and said, "Muffliato." A stream of yellow sparkles went from the tip of his wand to the ceiling, coated it all the way down the four walls to the floor, then connected again underneath their feet. Chris watched in awe, aware that this was the first time he had actually seen Charlie do wand magic since the duel with the dark wizard. "Whaaat was thaaaat?" he said still astounded. "It's a muffler of sound. Anyone who comes close to this room will only hear a buzzing noise. We can hear out though. It's to prevent eavesdropping." "And to soundproof the room from loud noises coming out?" He gave Charlie a knowing look. Charlie shrugged. "In case we need it. I know you have family upstairs." How thoughtful, Chris thought as he came closer to Charlie and took off his shirt. He put his hand on the center of his bare chest to feel his heartbeat, then touched both nipples gently. Then he took off his own shirt and tank top. Charlie watched Chris unbuckle his jeans and Charlie started to do the same. They left their clothes on the floor and Chris backed Charlie up to the bed and Charlie sat down first, then scooted topside. Chris followed him, crawling in between his legs and kissed his lips. When Charlie made it to the pillows he laid down and Chris leaned over him, licked the inside of his mouth and neck, then moved further down to kiss his chest and lick his nipples. He used his tongue to travel downward to his navel and the tip of his dick as Charlie moaned. Chris put his mouth on Charlie's penis and sucked and licked gently, then after a bit he moved further down to his balls and licked him gently there. He could tell he was driving Charlie crazy, his moaning and breathing erratic and the way he was squirming. His plan was to drive Charlie even crazier. Chris laid flat on his belly on the bed between Charlie's legs and lifted his thighs all the way up so that Charlie's knees were in his chest. "Hold them up for me, will you?" he said softly, and Charlie did. Chris licked his lips first, then gently licked the outside of Charlie's anus and Charlie let out a "oooooohh shit!" He did it again and again, then put his mouth on his hole and tongue kissed it like he tongue kisses Charlie. Charlie's moans got louder and louder, thinking if this his how a woman feels when she is being licked clean then he understood the feeling completely. Chris put two fingers in and pulled them out, licked some more until Charlie said breathlessly, "Unless...aah...you want me...to aaah...bust..." Chris smiled. "Reach under the pillow and pass me the lube," he said and he slowly raised himself up to a seated position. Charlie leaned his legs down and grabbed the lube to hand to him. Chris lubed himself and lifted Charlie's legs up again but wider this time and leaned in between him to enter him. Charlie still not used to this feeling gasped at the intrusion. Then moaned as Chris entered him fully in one motion, then leaned all the way down to kiss him while he moved. Chris would give a few long deep strokes, kiss, then give a few more strokes. Facing Charlie was new for both of them, and he loved watching Charlie's face crunch up in pleasure. After a while he sat back on his hind legs and thrusted inside Charlie as his breathing and moans became erratic again and he started stroking his own prick. Without stopping his steady strokes Chris moved Charlie's right leg over to the left and kept thrusting him sideways, then decided Charlie needed to turn all the way around and pulled out to position him on his stomach, making Charlie gasp again at the emptiness. It was only for a moment, as Chris reentered him and fucked him hard from behind, the sound of ass slapping cheeks and Charlie's loud "ah ah ah". It was driving Chris mad with ecstasy, but he knew he didn't want to come just yet. He again motioned for Charlie to flip to his back again, and put a pillow underneath him, pushed his legs back into his knees and grabbed his waist to fuck him hard and fast, the slow and circular, then hard and fast again. Charlie's mouth was a frozen o as he moaned and moaned and Chris started talking dirty. "You like this cock, I know now. Love this fucking cock fucking your tight muscle arse, don't you?" And Charlie amazingly found himself agreeing, "yeeeeessss...fuck yeeeeessss..." Chris, who was still trying to control his orgasm pulled out and bent down to lick Charlie's ass hole again and Charlie almost cried with how erotic this all was. He had never been thrown around like this before and could barely catch his breath as the sex was so intense. And he allowed it, submitting to whatever Chris wanted to do, however he wanted to position him, because why the fuck not at this point. After a couple of minutes of him darting his tongue in and out of Charlie's hole, Chris entered Charlie once more, putting his legs on his shoulders and fucked him hard and fast again with a purpose. They were both sweating at this point, beads of sweat on Chris's forehead dripping down the side of his face, while a trail of sweat went from Charlie's neck down his chest. Charlie again tried to keep up by jerking himself off, but it was too late, the pressure had already built up and Chris came hard with a grunt, filling up Charlie's hole. He gave himself a moment to regain his thoughts, but he was far from done. Chris was incredibly horny. He pulled out, removed the pillow underneath Charlie and started sucking him off again, deep and hard until he felt Charlie had reached a decent level of stiffness. He found the lube and coated Charlie before he got on top, surprising Charlie completely, and positioned himself over him. They both groaned with pleasure as Chris slid all the way down until he was seated in Charlie's lap. He looked down at Charlie and smiled widely, and Charlie found himself smiling widely as well. Chris leaned over him, holding himself up by his arms and started moving and gyrating his hips back and forth. Charlie immediately felt the tight grip on his cock, shuddered and yelled out "FUCK!" He held Chris's ass with both hands, but allowed him to dictate all of it. Chris riding his dick was the best thing to ever happen to him in his entire life, he suddenly decided. Chris could feel Charlie growing harder inside of him and the more he grew the harder he grinded against his prostate. He moved back and forth faster and purposely hitting his spot over and over until he felt the orgasm he was waiting for. He closed his eyes and let out a low groan as his anal orgasm sent spasms through his body over and over again. He couldn't stop, Charlie's dick made it so easy to rub against his spot and he kept hitting it over and over again climaxing over and over again until his untouched penis exploded on Charlie's stomach with translucent cum. Chris's orgasm had him clenching so hard around Charlie's dick that knew he was going to release. He held Chris's waist down and pushed his own midsection as far up as it could go and came inside of Chris grunting, making Chris cry out from the pain and pleasure of having all of Charlie fill up all of him. When Charlie was done and he let him go, Chris rolled off him and moved to his side, putting his head between his arm on his upper shoulder. Charlie once again could not believe all that had transpired. Three days ago he was basically a virgin in all this, and now he was literally getting flipped around and fucked sideways. He started laughing, and Chris on cue started laughing as well. When it died down, Chris said, "I wish we had gotten some water before we went on this journey we just fucked." "Do you have a glass here?" "On the dresser," Chris pointed. Charlie sat up and reached out his hand. "Accio." Charlie's wand flew in his hand. He pointed it toward the dresser and said, "Accio cup." The cup raised from the dresser and flew into Charlie's other hand. He tapped the glass with his wand and said, "Augumenti." The glass filled with water. He took a sip then handed it to an astonished Chris who had sat up. "That's literally the most magic you personally have ever done in front of me." Charlie shrugged. "No reason to hold myself back now, you licked my bum." Chris laughed. He drank the water, then said, "I thought you needed a wand to do magic." "Technically you don't," Charlie said. "The magic is inside of you. The wand is a conduit to ensure the magic gets channeled properly. But many people never are able to tap into the magic without it, because that's what they have been taught, that they need it to be powerful." "But you can?" "Well George and I learned a few tricks on our travels. There are many people, nations and cultures around the world who have never touched a wand and have powerful magic so we learned from a few of them. But I barely scratched the surface. I can make things come to me from a short distance, so I perfected retrieving my wand above all else, as long as it's close by." Chris passed the glass back to Charlie who drank again, then said, "Depulso" and the glass traveled back to the dresser along with his wand. They laid back down in the same position, Charlie on his back and Chris in the corner of his arm and shoulder. Charlie's mind was swimming and he needed to ask some questions. "Chris, can I ask you a few things...about...sex." "Of course," said Chris, wondering. "So the first time we had sex, well you inside me so the second time I guess...I came when you jerked me off. But I was still hard...because you were...inside me... I guess. But anyway, the last time...that was...I came...no I felt... I had an... orgasm, and then I came. I felt the difference. How...what was that?" "You had an anal orgasm. It's can be just as intense and it doesn't always come with ejaculation. The prostate is the G-spot for males. I happily call it the A-spot. It is sometimes hard to achieve but not impossible. Not at all." "So basically you need to have a big cock inside of you." Charlie smiled. Chris laughed. "Not necessarily. It depends on where your partner's prostate is positioned. You just need to have the right partner or know what you're doing. But having a big dick helps, yes." Charlie was silent for a few moments. "You have one just now. An anal orgasm." Chris smiled and said, "I did." "Because my cock is big." Charlie joked again. Chris laughed. "I knew you had the potential to take me there, I just needed to make it happen. For me, for a lot of men really, that's the best position, riding top, your partner going straight in and up and down." Charlie was thoughtful, then said, "I felt it you know. Your orgasm. It felt like when a woman has an orgasm, but tighter, much tighter. Everything about being with a man is tighter." "I figured that's why you came," Charlie was silent, but Chris wanted him to keep going. "You have more questions," he said matter of factly. "I'm just curious...where you learned it all. Clearly you are more experienced than I am. I mean, the blow job alone is...fucking incredible. I'm not just saying that. Fucking. Incredible. We've talked about sex, but not about you, not really." He paused. "So you've had many partners then?" Chris sighed, then moved outside of Charlie's arm to lay on his back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Charlie immediately reached for him, putting his arm across his chest, then put his head on Chris's shoulder. "No judgment at all. I'm pretty sure my brother has slept with over 100 women at this point so I'm not going to be shocked or scared away but anything you tell me. I just want to know you, understand all of you." He kissed the part of Chris's skin that was closest to his mouth. Chris was silent for a few moments and Charlie waited. Then he started talking. "You have to understand that when I lost my mum, I kind of lost my mind a bit. I just needed to feel anything other than grief. So the next couple of years after that I slept with...a lot of people. Mostly women if you could believe that." "I believe it," again thinking how incredibly attractive he is. "Lots of one night stands. A handful of relationships along the way, but not lasting very long. Anyway, I picked up a few things, what works for one person, what works for that one, and I learned to read body language. I can always feel when someone is about to come, it's like I almost feel their energy. So anyway, that's why I'm so good at it I guess. I've had time to practice and perfect my skills." Charlie gave him a reassuring squeeze. "How many actual relationships?" "Hmmm...A girlfriend and a boyfriend in high school at the same time..." Charlie laughed. "Naturally," He said, making Chris laugh as well. He continued, "Rem, who was..I don't know if I could even call it a relationship but it was my longest partnership thus far. We're always on and off. Then a summer fling, right before college, with a beautiful Irish boy with dark hair and emerald eyes. Jack was two years younger than me so I taught him more than he taught me. Then in college two women, two men, not at the same time..I think? No, Nico and Samara were before my mom died. Abu and Natalis were after. Natalis was my longest relationship, almost three years and I thought she was going to be the one, but she wanted a commitment that I wasn't ready to give. I was cheating on her left and right so I never took our relationship seriously. I was an arsehole and broke her heart, repeatedly. That's probably my biggest regret, I should have let her go a long time ago. "After that I slowed down and focused on my work and my career. Still fucking with Rem until he disappeared on me or cut me off like he always did. Then I met Onyeka, the prettiest thing you'd ever lay eyes on. Her mother was English, her father was African American and Japanese and she was bisexual. I met her in a club and it started out as a one night stand that we just couldn't let go of. She matched my sexual energy and she loved threesomes. Her favorite thing was to watch me get fucked by a man while she masturbated, then I would fuck her right after." "Whoa. She sounds like a keeper. What happened?" "What always happens." Chris shrugged. "She wanted more. She wanted me to meet her Army dad and mum. She was in love. I was...enamored and comfortable. That's not true, I think I did love her. But she wasn't my...person, my forever, you know what I mean? So after about a year and a half, she got tired of waiting and we got into a huge fight about whether we were moving in together and that was that." Charlie played with Chris's nipple. "And then Rem again?" "If we're talking relationships? And then you." He rubbed Charlie's back. Charlie was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Who is Rem to you?" Chris tensed. He did not want to talk or think about Rem, it always brought out a range of emotions. But then he sighed and decided to tell his best friend. "Rem was...my first real male sexual partner and a dominating arsehole. Someone who every time I try to wash my hands of him, he comes crawling back to my hole, literally. And like an idiot, I let him in." That scared Charlie to hear it but he didn't let on, instead he asked casually, "Is it over?" "It has to be. It is emotionally detrimental to my health." Charlie did not like that answer and Chris could tell by how quiet he got. He said, "It's been going on a year since I've seen or slept with him. I don't think about him at all." Charlie was quiet for a few moments. "Tell me about your first time," Charlie said. "Why?" "Because I want to know." "It was awful," Chris laughed. Charlie didn't let it go. He needed to know before he got any deeper with Chris how deep Chris was in with Rem. He wanted to know everything. "Tell me. How did you meet?" "He was a 22 year old coach of a rival school's track team. I was 15." Charlie's eyes bulged but he didn't say anything. Chris continued, "There aren't a lot of brown people in Albania in case you didn't notice, so when you see each other it's like an instant connection. I was the fastest on the four way relay. He approached me after the meet, dark chocolate brown skinned bald headed man. He said he wanted to train me personally. He came by my house and introduced himself to my parents and put together a training schedule for me. Dad loved the idea but Mum always said there was something that she couldn't put her finger on about him. But of course I begged to have this gorgeous brown godlike man train me. I did have a girlfriend at the time and we were doing it. Jessica was who I actually lost my virginity to just a couple of months before meeting Rem. But I had not been penetrated by a male, nor penetrated one myself, so naturally I had all kinds of fantasies of this being more than just training. "But for the first few months that's all it was. I was training every day, two afternoons a week with my own school track team, three nights a week with Rem. He pushed me to my limits and made me better, disciplined me, no more junk food or pot, weight training, endurance training, all of it. I never thought he looked at me anything other than his pupil until one night I was running and caught a charlie horse. After yelling at me about how I'm not hydrating enough or eating clean enough, he sat me down in the middle of the empty field and massaged my calf, then went up to massage my thigh, then through my shorts to massage my cock. I was shocked but he looked me right in the eyes the whole time he was doing it, daring me to say something. I was scared and excited and came so hard. He then put his mouth on me and licked it clean. I didn't even know people did shit like that at the time. Then he told me to go home, just like that. I thought about it all night and ended up rubbing another one out, as my fantasy just came true. When I saw him again two days later he never acknowledged it, just business as usual and put me on the track. But two hours later at the end of practice he says, Tell your parents that you're coming to Tirana to the campus for the whole weekend. I need to see you on a real track. I knew immediately something was going to go down, but I played it cool, gave them the story he gave me. Dad didn't flinch, but Mum hated the idea, but eventually gave in." "Wait, were you still 15?" Charlie asked. "No, it was late November so I had just turned 16 by the time." Charlie nodded and let him continue. "Rem picked me up Friday after school and took me to his off campus apartment. He taught physical education classes at the University as well so he had access to their facilities. As soon as we got there we dropped off my bag and headed to the field to train for a few hours, then headed back. I was starting to think nothing was going to happen at all. But then he ordered pizza, surprising me because that's junk food to him, and we brought it back to the room. Then he started asking me personal questions that in the two months I've known him he's never bothered to ask: Do I have a girlfriend? Yes. Do we have sex? Yes. Have I given her anal? No. Does she do blow jobs? Not really. Have I ever had a real blow job? Yes. With my boyfriend. I volunteered that info. But no anal? No. So he asked if I had ever given a blow job. Yes. Then he said, Give me a blow job. And I agreed, but I probably should have asked to see it first. One, it was the biggest, blackest thing I have ever seen, and Two, I was out of practice being that my boyfriend had left the country five months before that. So it ended up with me on my knees and him face fucking me until I gagged and thew up pizza chunks everywhere." "Aaaaaah Chris! That sounds awful," Charlie exclaimed. "Oh it was," he said. "And just wait, it's just going to get worse from here on. He made me clean my shit up, wash my mouth and do it again on my knees." Charlie's eyes went wide again as Chris nodded at him. "I knew better than to gag the second time around. When he came he pulled out of my mouth and came on my face, then put it back in my mouth so I could taste it, then told me to go to bed without washing my face off and that we had training at 5am." "What. The. Fuck." Charlie was beside himself over how much this guy was an arsehole already. "Hold on there Charles, this story is far from over. So Saturday morning he made me blow him again, then we went on a 7k run. We stopped for breakfast, came back to the flat and he told me to take a shower. When I came out he had me lay down and he blew me and it was fucking amazing, but also kind of mechanical. Then told me not to get dressed but to wait for him and go take this ridiculously long ass shower. He comes out and rubs baby oil on his body, stroking himself and he's glistening so I'm stroking myself too thinking, okay, this is it, this is going to be fantastic. He turns me over on all fours and starts licking and this is the closest he has come to actually kissing me so there's that. So he fingers me a little, licks me a lot and maybe he thought that would be enough because then he just rubbed baby oil on my arse, rubs a little on him and just tried to slide it in like I wasn't a fucking anal virgin. I screamed so loud and scooted away from him. He's all calm like, What the fuck are you doing? This is going to happen so suck that shit up and get your ass back here. So I did, but now I'm scared of the pain. He added more oil and...it was fucking awful. It took like six tries. Then he had me clean myself up and rest. I fell asleep, woke up some hours later and he ordered more junk, burgers and friends, this was to appease me I know, but I didn't care." Charlie was stunned, he could not close his mouth. But he said nothing. "After we ate he's like, You ready to go again? Fuck no I wasn't, but I wasn't going to tell him that, I'm pretty sure by that point that his ask was really a command. It hurt just as bad, but it went it easier and I learned that the less I tensed, the less it hurt so I tried to just relax and take it and I started feeling it a little but it still was more pain and roughness than I was expecting, and it just fucking sucked. It didn't help that it took him longer to come this time either. Then he went to take a shower leaving me to question if I even still liked men after all this. He sends me to take a shower and then we go walking around campus. I don't even know how I'm walking, my arse hurt so badly. I don't know what we are talking about either, I just remember thinking, it cannot be this bad all the time, no man would do this ever. "We stopped, had dinner, came back to the room and I was terrified we were going to do it again. But instead he put in a gay porn video and gave me a beer, told me to watch. This was my first time seeing men sexing other men and I was completely aroused again. I watched all of the sensuality of it and realized I wasn't getting any of that. I saw him watching me and somehow I found my voice. I said to him, Can you slow the fuck down the next time please? This is not fun for me. He laughed, but then he said okay. "He came over to me and kissed me for the first time, played with my nipples and stroked my dick like he actually liked me. He started giving me a blow job but I told him I didn't want to come that way. So he pushed my knees up to my chest, lubed up and entered me instead, the first time I wasn't on all fours like a dog in heat. He did it slowly and it was less painful than the last two times combined. His strokes were gentler and I started to feel real pleasure in all this. I was able to relax and take it without crying and pay attention to what I was feeling. He managed to carry me to the bed and he pounded me, not as hard as before but not slow either and every time he hit my prostate I thought, Okay now I get why men do this." He winked at Charlie who smiled back. "And when he came and felt all of it, from his swell to his pulsating release and then my guts all warming up I thought fuck yeah I like this shit." They both laughed. "The next morning we did it again and it was slow and the gentlest he had been with me so far, holding me, kissing my neck. I jerked off until I came and then he came and again that feeling of a man coming inside of you is like... whoa. It was just a nice morning, you know? We got up and did a 7k and actually stopped at the track to train for the rest of the morning. We did it one more time in the afternoon, this time with him in a chair and me riding top, and I was able to control my own pace, speed, everything. That was incredible and I experienced my first anal O with ejaculation. My entire body was sore by the time he took me home. I didn't even go to school the next day, I just pretended, then came back home and soak in the tub and slept the day away. The next Tuesday it was business as usual. I thought he was going to invite me back up that weekend but he didn't. I ended up fucking Jessica all weekend out of frustration, confusing myself the whole time because I really liked doing that too. "Rem would invite me up once a month to train and I looked forward to those weekends. I found my voice more, managed to tell him what I needed and he begrudgingly complied. I wrestled for months on what I liked more and then I just decided I didn't want to choose. Being inside a woman is amazing. Having a man inside you is incredible. When I was 17 after my first trip to Ireland and being with Jack, I just decided I was bi. I told my mom, she said, Of course you are, so matter of factly. I told Sis and she said, Great now we can compare notes on sucking cock. I told Clary and she said, Don't tell dad. So none of us did. Anyway it continued in college with Rem and I thought since I was now going to school in Tirana that it was going to be easier to meet and it was going to be a real relationship but it was just more of the same, he would invite me over once a month and train me three days a week, nothing in between that. So I started seeing others and having other experiences, Nico in freshman year for a couple of months, some others until I started being exclusive with Samara, then he pops back into my life. I told him nope, I was with a cool chick that knew I was bi and let me be me and it was all good for about a year. "Then we got the news that mum was sick and then she died and instead of going to Samara I ended up at Rem's flat for like a month. I let him fuck me any way he wanted to until he got bored and kicked me out. I broke up with Sam and started fucking...everybody really. I tried to settle with Natalis but you know how that ended up. I ran into Rem at Nemo's one night, I hadn't seen him since I graduated at Uni and he was with this twink and I couldn't help but to go over there and taunt him. He took me in the bathroom and fucked me with his twink at the bar. After that we fell back into our old ways again, but now I was bottoming for him weekly instead of monthly for a few months until he got bored of me again. "When I met Onyeka she was giving so much and I realized I didn't want the scraps that Rem was offering me anymore. I went to his place to tell him it was over. He fucked me hard for hours and told me I would be back. When Onyeka and I broke up, I had no intention of going back to Rem, but we always end up seeing each other at Nemo's on some random night and this was no different. And like an idiot glutton for punishment I follow him back to his place and let him fuck me, dominate me. But it really got to me afterwards, him gloating, I told you you would be back. I'm all you got, he said. And I thought, Fuck him. There is got to be something out there better than this shit. And then I said those same words to him, and I meant that shit when I walked out of his door. That was eight months ago." Charlie was speechless. The only thing he could say was, "What a bloody arsehole." Chris laughed. But then he asked, "Do you love him?" Chris's eyes went wide. "Do I? As in currently? No. I'm not sure if love is what we ever had. Maybe I did when I was much younger. But not for a very long time." Charlie was quiet again, then asked softly, "Do you miss him?" Chris thought about it. "Sometimes. But not right now." He kissed Charlie's head. "So now I understand why you were so afraid to break me in," Charlie said. "You were afraid I would have the same experience." Chris shook his head. "There was no way I would ever hurt you like that. Or anyone. But especially not you." "And you didn't. You were gentle and thoughtful and patient and loving. I felt pleasure from the first moments and today there was no pain, just you." They kissed and touched each other's growing erections. Charlie said, "I have another question. How come you haven't asked me to blow you?" Chris laughed. "I don't know. I figured we'd get there when you were ready. It's no big deal to me." Charlie didn't believe him for a second. "But it is. It's something you like, that you want." "Yes, when you are ready. Really it's not that serious to me as long as I keep getting to do what we've been doing." He laughed but Charlie didn't. He looked him in the eyes and said, "I want to know what you taste like." Chris stopped laughing at Charlie's seriousness. "Okay. Okay. Give me a second." He went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up with soap and water. He wet the cloth again and came into the room. Charlie was standing up. "What are you doing?" "I'm getting on my knees," Charlie stated. Chris laughed despite himself but then cut it quickly to not embarrass Charlie. He told him, "No, get back on the bed," and Charlie did. He cleaned Charlie up as well, then sat with his back to the headboard, legs open, and motioned Charlie to sit in between them. He said, "Just do what you would want done to you. Don't try to make me cum, that's not your goal right now. Just relax your jaw, all mouth and tongue, and no teeth. And take your time. We have all night." Charlie sat there kind of frozen. He sensed Charlie's hesitation and said, "Hey, you don't have to do this you know." Charlie snapped out of it."No. No I want to. I just don't want to embarrass myself. This will probably be the worst blow job in the history of blow jobs." Chris laughed. "No I already did that remember?" They both laughed. "Just do it a few times and see how it feels. And when you don't want to do it anymore, stop. We'll do something else." Charlie nodded. He leaned over and started stroking Chris, then opened his mouth, took a deep breath and took his head in. He tasted like skin and maybe soap. He moved his tongue around and came up, then did it again. He started applying more suction with his lips and realized this was a lot more work than eating pussy. Charlie bobbed his head up and down a few times until he got the rhythm and heard Chris's breathing change but otherwise no sounds. He remembered Chris saying just do what he would want done to him and he started circling the head with his tongue. That got a moan out of Chris and it turned Charlie on so much that he made him moan. He started licking the head and the length of his penis all around then back to sucking, applying more pressure with his lips and squeezing in his facial muscles on the way up. Chris' moans were audible now. "You are...a lot better...than what... you thought...you thought...you...would be...don't stop...fuck...don't stop..." Charlie felt Chris grow in his mouth, get harder and harder and it was the ultimate turn on. He had never felt more masculine in this moment in his ability to bring another man to ecstasy. He wanted more. He realized he had only made it about halfway down so he pushed himself to open up his throat and go deeper. Chris moaned. When he realized what he was doing, he lifted Charlie's hair from his face so he could get a better look. Charlie Weasley was sucking his cock, and he was pretty good at it. Pretty fucking great actually, he thought. He moaned encouragingly and massaged his head while holding up his hair. Charlie was concentrating on going deeper and deeper, moving faster and faster bobbing up and down. Truthfully his jaw ached but he didn't want to stop so he pushed through it. He started tasting Chris's pre-cum which encouraged him to keep going. He got about 70% on the way down when it happened: Chris's dick hit the back of Charlie's throat a little too hard and Charlie gagged, then choked on his own saliva coming up. He started coughing and spitting, then dry heaving on the bed. Chris was still holding up Charlie's hair with one hand, rubbing his shoulder with the other hand. "Are you okay?" he asked concernedly. Charlie was too embarrassed to look up. Chris pulled Charlie's head close and kissed him passionately, ran his fingers through his long fiery hair, kissed his neck, ears and his lips again. He started to pull Charlie down on top of him, but Charlie resisted, saying, "No. Let me keep going." He bent down and deep throated Chris again. Chris moaned and leaned back while Charlie sucked and licked and began stroking him over and over again. He started jerking Chris faster, using his spit as lubricant, and had the other hand on his balls, finger inching toward his hole. He kept stroking until Chris said, "I'm going to cuuuuum." Then he poked his finger in Chris's hole and moved it around. Chris let out a "aaaaooooh" and came hard. Charlie planned to catch it in his mouth, but froze instead and watched in awe as the first pump of cum went six inches in the air and landed on his cheek and the next couple of pumps did the same landing on Chris's stomach. He had never seen a dick ejaculate from this angle and it was so thrilling it made him breathless. He couldn't believe he made a man do that. Charlie had the mind to keep stroking until every last bit was out. Then he licked the head and what was on his hands, still holding onto Chris's cock. Chris watched him and laughed. "What does it taste like?" Charlie moved it around his mouth a bit. "Salty porridge." They both laughed. "Ho. Lee. Shit, Charlie. That was a nice surprise." Chris was grinning. Charlie leaned over and kissed him, letting Chris taste himself on his tongue. Then he leaned back up to take a pillow and put it under Chris's midsection, then lift up thighs as far as it could go. He leaned down and put his tongue on Chris's back entrance. Chris moaned loudly. "Oooooohh. Charlie. You are...really... going for it all today... aren't you mate... ooooh." Charlie did not respond, as he was now darting his tongue in and out of Chris's hole. He could taste his own sex on him an it made him incredibly hard. It had been over an hour since they last fucked and all he had learned about Chris and just did made him want to bury his cock all the way inside of him. Not because he wanted to dominate him, but the complete opposite: to hold him close, make him feel good, safe and loved. Charlie grabbed the lube and coated his member, then added generously to Chris's hole. He leaned up and put Chris's legs on his shoulders. They locked eyes and Chris knew he was about to get fucked hard, and already started panting. Charlie entered him in one motion, all 9 inches and Chris groaned "fuuuuck!" He closed his eyes and held onto Charlie's arms as Charlie leaned him over to see how flexible he was, legs still on his shoulders, knees now in his chest and Charlie pounded Chris over and over. Chris responded to every thrust with "aah!" and again the only sound in the room was thighs slapping ass, Charlie's low grunts and Chris's moans. They do not know how long they stayed in this missionary position, Chris's orgasm again hitting first and taking his breath away, then wave after wave after wave sent shocks throughout his body. He held onto Charlie's arms as much as he could with his legs in the way. Charlie felt Chris's ride into oblivion and rode it with him for a while until he felt his own waves begin forming. He pounded through it and came silently into Chris, listening to his lover's climax song of moaning loudly and it made him keep pounding long after he came, until he collapsed sweaty and exhausted on top of him. Chris had to maneuver his legs down and wiggle Charlie's cock out from inside of him and move off the pillow as Charlie was trying to catch his breath and was little help to him. Eventually Charlie leaned up a bit until Chris stretched out his legs and got comfortable but then laid back down between his legs, head on Chris's abs, arms around him and closed his eyes. Chris played in his hair and massaged his scalp as Charlie's snores quickly rose and he could feel his steady heartbeat. He surprised himself tonight with how open he was with Charlie, as he had never told anyone that much about Rem or even his first time. He was also surprised with how emotional he felt about Charlie and for the first time considered that he could be falling in love with Charlie Weasley.Charity knocked, waited and then used her key to enter the flat. She walked in and heard a buzzing sound and figured Chris was probably dry shaving in his room. She busted open the door and said, "Chissy, you missed breakfast and I wanted to hear all about your big nobbed fr-AAAAH!" She screamed, shocked to find her brother naked and his red haired friend equally naked, scrambling for covers.
"Get the fuck out of here!!" Chris yelled and threw a pillow at her as she ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. Chris turned to Charlie, "I'm so sorry. So sorry."
Charlie, still half asleep mumbled, "It's okay. Kind of funny if you think of it."
Chris looked at the time, it was after 11am. Charlie's stomach growled. "Let's get up, I will make you some breakfast. You might want to shower first."
Charlie sighed, then rolled off the bed and slid into the bathroom. Chris laid out a towel, a fresh t-shirt and folded up his clothes from the night before on the toilet while he showered. When he came out, Chris went to take a shower. Charlie put on the t-shirt and the jeans from the night before, then ended the Muffliato charm. He walked into the main room and found Charity in the kitchen making eggs Florentine.
She smiled at Charlie. "Nice to meet you with clothes on."
Charlie blushed. "I'm Charlie." He held out his hand for a shake and she took it gently.
"I'm Charity, the cute sister. Have a seat, I'm making breakfast. You must be famished." She winked her hazel eyes at him and made him go pink again.
He sat at the far end of the table and looked at her. She wore a white sweater dress with a black and gold pashmina scarf around her neck, black tights and high heeled boots. Her dark brown hair was down, wet and curly, like she just came out of the shower. Her hands were very soft and feminine. He found himself thinking of how gorgeous she is, even more than what her picture allowed. And wanted to kick himself for even thinking it after he banged her brother just hours before. Chris came into the main room and gave his sister a light shove and a kiss on her head, before he sat down next to Charlie.
"Soooorrrreeee." She sang. "I honestly thought you were shaving or something. I heard buzzing noise. Weird. Sooooo..." She put two plates in front of them and sat down at the table across from them. "Good date then?" Her light eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Don't be an idiot," said Chris.
"Thanks for breakfast," Charlie said and smiled at her.
She waited, then said, "No info? Ah, fine then." She stood up, "I hope to see you around more Charlie. With or without clothes, either is fine." She winked at him again and he found himself watching her walk out.
"She is...interesting," Charlie said, putting his eyes down to his plate.
"That's one way of putting it," Chris said watching Charlie watch her.
"She looks just like you, except her eyes and her height." He put a mouthful of food in his mouth.
Chris was amused. "Charlie, are you attracted to my sister? Want to fuck her next?"
Charlie almost choked on his food and went red very fast. "She is gorgeous, yes. But no, I do not want to bang your sister. It's more like, you're my original and she is the smaller female copy."
Chris laughed. "Good answer." He turned his body toward Charlie and locked his legs around Charlie's. "Just so you know we don't share very well."
Charlie laughed again and shook his head. "Regardless of what happens with us, I will never touch your sister. Never. Believe that." Chris didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded. Charlie finished eating first and went over to the entertainment center in the living room again. Chris had quite a music collection, British bands, Irish bands, American bands, French singers, African artists. Charlie found the remote for the stereo and pressed play, curious about the last song Chris listened to. Coldplay's Viva la Vida blasted loudly through the speakers and Charlie smiled widely.
Chris said loudly from the table, "It's kind of my theme song right now."
Charlie said loudly, "It's kind of my favorite fucking band right now!"
Chris smiled. "Well you're a Brit boy so that's not surprising at all."
Charlie laughed, turned the music down. "What's your favorite band?"
"U2 naturally."
"Naturally, the most famous Irish band out there." Charlie smiled.
"Best band in modern history. But I'm quickly becoming a Script fan."
"I don't think I know them."
"Well let me introduce them to you." He came over and switched the CD's, started with Breakeven, which Charlie loved instantly, then a couple more songs and Charlie became a fan. Chris promised to burn a CD for him. They spent the next few hours going through a number of songs. Chris warmed up some leftovers around 3pm and talked about how they all learned to cook from their mother and it was some of their favorite times were being in the kitchen with her while she and him talked.
At 4pm Charlie broke the news. "I have to get going soon. I get into work hours before you remember?"
"Okay. But I got something for you first." He went into the drawer in the kitchen and handed Charlie a package with a prepaid phone inside. "I found myself frustrated when I had no way to contact you on Saturday. I know you wizards have ways to send messages to each other, but humor a muggle and please call me?"
Charlie laughed. "Okay, no problem. I've never had one before. Bill has one though. He'll be thrilled that I have a number."
Chris showed him the basics and programmed his number as his first contact on speed dial.
"Thanks," said Charlie. Chris was close to his face so Charlie leaned in for a kiss, realizing that it was the first kiss they shared all day.
Chris returned the kiss and said, "I can get used to spending more time with you. Can't wait to do it again tonight."
"About that," Charlie said. "No more fucking in the Tank."
Chris was taken aback. "What? Why?"
"Because we are fucking adults with jobs and responsibilities. If we ever got caught, that would be your job and career and Dale would have my balls in vice." Chris sat back. He knew Charlie was right but annoyed anyway. "So listen, come home with me tomorrow after work, okay?"
Chris, still annoyed, said, "Yeah okay. But what are we going to do tonight?"
"Same thing we've been doing. Patrol. Talk shit. Play games. Actually get some work done."
Chris sighed. "Fine. But you're gonna owe me for this."
"Name your price," Charlie said.
Chris smiled and leaned into Charlie's ear and said, "Suck my cock again."
Charlie looked at Chris and said, "Go sit in the chair then."
Chris was shocked he so readily agreed. He happily went to sit on the couch. Charlie knelt between Chris's legs and they kissed. He rubbed Chris's imprint through his sweatpants, and broke apart from Chris first. He started to pull down Chris's pants with his help to get them down to his ankles, then started stroking. He was determined to do this right this time. He alternated between licking and sucking, kept deep throating deeper and deeper, relaxing his throat a little more each time. Chris started moaning instantly and kept moaning throughout. When Charlie felt Chris had reached max stiffness, he started jerking Chris harder and faster, watching for when he came.
Chris decided to stand up taking Charlie by surprise. He took his dick from Charlie's grasp, held Charlie's head, put his penis in his mouth and face fucked him, slowly at first, then faster. Charlie allowed it, he was shocked and thrilled and it instantly made him hard. He held onto Chris's bare bottom, kept his mouth open, his throat relaxed and his eyes locked on Chris's intense glaze, praying not to gag. After a full minute of non-stop face fucking, Chris pulled out of Charlie's mouth and started stroking himself right over Charlie's face, still holding his head steady.
Charlie, fully aware of what was about to happen, closed his eyes and opened his mouth and Chris thought it was the sexiest thing ever. He let out a simple "ugh" as his eyes fluttered and he exploded all over Charlie's face, then put it back in Charlie's mouth to which Charlie promptly sucked softly. With an "aaah," Chris fell backwards onto the couch and looked at Charlie, who was still kneeling with his eyes closed, cum streaks all over, dripping from his eyebrows. Then Charlie started laughing and Chris started laughing as well.
"That was porn star worthy." Charlie laughed, eyes still closed. "Am I allowed to wash it off?"
Chris knelt beside Charlie and took his face in his hand, then began to lick Charlie's face. He licked all of his cum off him slowly, top to bottom, then put his tongue in Charlie's mouth to kiss him. Charlie moaned, tasting Chris on his tongue again, then he opened his eyes widely.
"Now it's porn star worthy." Chris smiled.
"You. Licked all your cum off me," Charlie said surprised.
Chris shrugged. "I did. Not the first time. Won't be the last."
Charlie was in awe of him, and he was also incredibly horny. But he practiced restraint. "I really have to go."
Chris touched his obvious erection that wanted to punch a hole through his jeans. "No, you don't."
Yes I doooo," moaned Charlie. "Because if I don't neither of us are making it to work tonight."
They kissed, then Charlie broke away first and stood up. Chris reluctantly stood up as well, pulling up his pants. Charlie went to the bathroom and washed off his face and Chris walked him to the door to put on his shoes and handed him his coat. They kissed again and held onto each other for a moment.
"See you in a few hours," Charlie said, opened the door and disapparated in the vestibule.
At 11pm when Chris arrived for work he half expected Charlie to show up but he knew he wouldn't. He was anxious to see him again, touch him, kiss him. This newfound territory with his best friend left him with feelings of excitement he has not felt in a long time. Despite what Charlie had said, he was going to return the favor of a blow job tonight. Charlie was waiting at Marker 11. Chris walked right up to him and kissed him on the lips, surprising Charlie but he welcomed the greeting. They talked a little during their patrol. When they got back to the Tank, Charlie sat at the table and pulled out Exploding Snap cards. Chris's eyes narrowed, and Charlie saw but resisted the urge to laugh and instead ignored him, setting up the cards. Chris sat down at the table and began to play. He started, "Okay, let's talk about this. When you say no fucking on the job, you mean no actual intercourse right?" Charlie gave him an exasperated look. "Hey I'm just asking for clarification purposes. Like, for instance, can I touch you?" He moved his chair to sit right in front of Charlie and touched his leg. Charlie did not flinch. "Anything that could get you in trouble by your own bylaws is out." Chris smiled. "Well there is nothing against touching another person." "It's your turn," Charlie said, pointing to the table. Chris turned to the game. They played for a bit, but then he got burned by an exploding card. "Shit!" "That's because you aren't paying attention," Charlie laughed. "That's because there are other things I'd rather be doing," Chris retorted. Charlie did not respond. He knew that Chris would be disappointed, but he did not think that he would be this annoyed and childish about it. Chris said, "Okay, when you say no fucking in the Tank, what about the woods? Technically it would be off site." He grinned. Charlie smiled as well. "And how would that go over, if someone catches their ranger with their pants down?" "That's only if we got caught." He winked. "Chris. No." Chris moved closer again, "Can I kiss you?" He leaned in for a kiss and Charlie kissed him back, but was the first to break away. "We are not having sex in here anymore. Your place, my place, anywhere in between. Just not here." Charlie said. Chris would not let up. "Any kind of sex? Oral? A quick cock suck? I owe you one." Charlie was trying to keep a steady head but Chris was making it hard for him, literally and figuratively. "Do you want to play another game?" "No, I do not want to play another game unless it involves penis play." Charlie sighed, "Why is this so hard for you, really?" Chris took Charlie's hand and put it on his growing erection. "Because I like you and I want to be with you. I just want to make you feel as good as you make me feel." He reached over and started rubbing on Charlie's groin, glad that he too was getting hard. He pushed Charlie further, and said softly, "Is it a crime that I want to make love to my boyfriend right now?" Charlie was really annoyed at Chris's statement and pressuring him, but he did not want to show it. Instead he chuckled a bit and said, "Oh, you are good. Really good." He kissed Chris, then stood up. "I'm going back." "No! Why?" Charlie decided to tell him the truth. "Because you are getting to me Chris. And if I stay I am going to betray my own words to you. You know what I'm saying to you is right, yet you are intentionally trying to push my buttons, appeal to the part of me that has real feelings for you, just so you can play tonight. And I don't feel like playing this game with you. So I'm going back to work." Chris was stunned. He did not like the feeling of being read by him. Charlie went to kiss Chris with a peck on the lips to which he returned half-halfheartedly. Charlie said, "I'll meet you here at 7am. I'm taking you home with me." Then he left, leaving Chris with feelings of sexual frustration, annoyance, bewilderment and admiration.Charlie met Chris at the Tank at 6:45am. He was at the table finishing up his log. Chris ended up doing a second patrol, just to walk off his energy and frustration. When Charlie came in Chris barely looked at him. Charlie took a seat opposite Chris and waited. Chris finished his log, got up to put it in the cabinet, and then busied himself around the room. Charlie tried hard not to smile.
"So you're angry with me." He stated instead of asked.
"Nope. Not angry." Chris wouldn't look at him.
"Annoyed then?" Charlie leaned back and put his right foot over his left knee, crossed his arms.
Chris let a moment pass, then said, "I'm not a child you know. You don't have to talk to me like I am one." Charlie started, "When did I-"
"Earlier today. When you called yourself scolding me. Get over yourself Charlie. You don't have the moral compass in this relationship. Telling me how I am playing games."
Charlie resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I didn't say you were playing games, I said you were playing with my emotions and I wasn't playing that game with you."
"And how was I playing with your emotions? By saying I wanted to fuck?"
"Ah, but that's not what you said. You said you wanted to make love to your boyfriend. Like I was some silly little girl needing affirmations from her lover to be pressured into having sex. You don't even talk like that, especially not to me so let's be honest here."
"So are you saying you don't want to be my boyfriend?" Chris decided to poke at him.
Charlie was getting annoyed again at the mind games. "Fuck, you are good at this. Does this shit really work? And if so, what kind of losers have you been dating?" He chuckled.
"Oh so now I'm a joke to you. My feelings, this relationship, all of it is just one big game to you," he said childishly.
Charlie decided to get off this merry go round they were on. He said seriously, "No I am laughing at your veiled attempt to get under my skin. Stop it. Nothing about any of this is a game to me. I don't like my emotions to be toyed with. Take note of that. You don't like your feelings to be ignored. Duly noted."
They stared at each other. Charlie got up and stood in front of Chris, who was still frowning. He touched his waist with both hands and moved so close that his lips were almost touching Chris's. "I'm an adult. You're an adult. We're going to be adults about this."
He rubbed their nostrils together and said softly, "And if I'm your boyfriend, then treat me like a boyfriend, and not a fuck buddy." He looked at Chris in the eyes and waited.
Chris sighed and put one hand on Charlie's waist. "I don't kiss fuck buddies." Charlie smiled and gently kissed his lips. Chris put his tongue in Charlie's mouth for a deeper kiss.
"OH!" They heard a voice behind them and they quickly pulled apart and turned around. Sasha had just entered for her shift, she was covering for Miche today. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...interrupt." She mumbled and went toward her locker.
Charlie moved to the front door unsure of what to say or how to feel. It was the first time someone had seen him and Chris intimate, seen him intimate with another man. Chris quickly recovered. "Sasha, you remember Charlie? He sometimes does some conservation work in the forest."
"Oh yes. We had met a few months back one evening before Chris's shift, yes. How are you?"
"I'm fine thank you and yourself?" Charlie said very politely.
"Very well, thanks." She smiled and Charlie returned her smile.
He continued to stand awkwardly in the doorway while Chris gave his evening report. He then grabbed his backpack and walked over to where Charlie was standing, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. He turned to Sasha, "I'll see you...tonight?"
"Yes I am doing a double. I will see you tonight. Good to see you again, Charlie." They left and Sasha smiled. The truth is she had seen the kiss last Thursday night under the lamp post and was curious if it was going to go anywhere. She was happy to see that it was.
Charlie was quiet in the car. Chris wanted to reassure him that it would be okay that they were public, but he also knew that Charlie needed to believe that for himself. Instead he decided to put on Coldplay and not talk at all, but sing along to the songs. Indeed Charlie was all in his head. This relationship he has dived into has suddenly gotten very real, very fast, not just something to do in the dark. And although he has never seen himself as someone who would be in the closet, the Gryffindor in him would never allow such cowardice in himself, he did think he would keep it private and for himself a little while longer. It had been about five days, just a long whirlwind weekend. But maybe he and Chris had been together in a sense all this time, which is why it had been so easy for them to fall into step with this new journey so easily. He thought of his parents again and how they would take it, him being with a bisexual, biracial, male muggle. Would they be surprised? Or is it something they've always known about him? He didn't care so much about what strangers would think but what would Bill say? He considered calling him. Or George, his womanizing brother. What would he think? He considered calling him too, then freaked out a bit. Maybe he was just a coward. Charlie's head was spinning and he was grateful to not talk. Chris just seemed to get it, get him, and that's what made him feel good being with him. Even putting on Coldplay was intentional and for him, he knew this. In spite of the thoughts running through his head, he had no regrets thus far about being with Chris, who was currently singing The Scientist loudly and kept looking at him, sending him a message, "Nobody said it would be eassssaaaay/No one ever said it would be so haaaaaard/ Nobody said it was eeeessssaaaaaaaay/No one ever said it would be this haaard... I'm going back to the start." Charlie smiled and thought, God I could love this man. Then got flushed and freaked out in his head again over the thought and pushed it all the way down. When they got to The Atrium, Charlie had Chris park closer to the alleyway next to the restaurant. They walked through the alleyway toward the back of the building and turned to a pair of frost covered double doors with heavy chains on them. Charlie put his hand out and the chains parted and opened for him and Chris. They walked through an open area that can only be described as a true Atrium, or greenhouse. Chris was once again in awe of this world. It was like walking into a secret garden. Birds, scurrying animals and plant life, some regular but much of it definitely moved as if it was live. Butterflies and..was that a fairy? Chris could not contain his excitement if he tried. They had to cross a small bridge as there was a creek going diagonally through the area. As they crossed through, a cat-like-wolf-like animal came up to sniff him and demanded to be petted. Charlie bent down, "Hey Joey. Having a good day?" He stood up and pulled a berry off of a nearby tree, bent down and gave it to him. Joey purred appreciatively. Chris now saw it was more like a fox. "Meet my friend Chris." The animal looked at Chris and came over judgingly, started sniffing him, then sneezed. "What is it?" Chris asked. "A Kneazle. He belongs to the owners and lives here. It kind of helps to have a Kneazle around to make sure no one with ill intentions enters." Chris grabbed the same fruit and bent down. Still eyeing him suspiciously, Joey sniffed him a few more times before he took it. Chris patted his head and he purred, then suddenly leaped away disappearing further into the garden. It's a good thing he didn't bite you," Charlie said amusingly. They walked to another set of doors, this time wooden and again Charlie held his hand out and the doors parted. This room was more like an entrance to a small apartment building, large open foyer with high ceilings, rows of doors on each side and a huge staircase right in the middle. Charlie made his way up the stairs and Chris followed. They stopped on the second floor and went to the left, walked all the way down the hall to door with the number 10 on it. Charlie grabbed the handle and opened the door. "Wizards just leave their doors unlocked?" Chris asked, astonished. "No, it only opens for me. And whoever else's name I allow." Chris nodded and they walked into Charlie's flat together. Charlie led him to the right into the living room area, which had a couch on one side, a large fireplace big enough to step through on the other and a TV over it. A bookshelf was in one corner and a door to what Chris assumed was the bathroom was in the other, since the entrance to the galley kitchen was behind the wall of the couch. Some kind of furry and colorful animal skin rug was in the middle of the wooden floor of the living room. Charlie walked to the back of the apartment and came back with a pair of dark grey sweatpants and a red t-shirt "Here, in case you didn't bring a change of clothes." Chris assumed they weren't going to be wearing much clothes, but he took it anyway. He wanted to explore first. He went over to the mantel over the fireplace to look at the pictures, fascinated that the people in them moved. Charlie came over and started pulling them down one by one to show them to Chris. "This was us, the whole Weasley gang like seven years ago. Mum and Dad won some money and they took all of us on our very first family trip to Egypt where Bill was living before he moved back to London and settled down, before the war. I flew up to meet up with them. So that's dad, mum, Ginny, my baby and only sis, Bill, my big brother, Ron, my youngest brother, me in the middle, the twins George and Fred, then Percy." All nine Weasleys were waving and smiling. Charlie stared longingly at the picture and Chris wondered if he was thinking about his brother who died. He pointed to other pictures. "Who are they?" He pointed to an attractive brown skinned couple. "That's Selma and Andre, my best mates. I played a lot of Quidditch with Andre, got into a lot of trouble with Selma. They are married now, and have two kids. He plays Quidditch professionally now, always traveling and I barely see them, but we try to catch up at least once a year." Chris pulled down a picture of a group of teenagers, Charlie on the right. "Schoolmates?" He asked. "Yup," Charlie said. "This was our crew. Me, Selma, Andre, Tulip, Ben, Jae, Barnaby, Rowan, Penny, Lizard, Tonks, Me and Diego. Best mates ever. I still keep in touch with half of them. Other than Selma and Andre, I talk to Barnaby and Liz for sure because we are kind of in the same field, caring for animals. Lizard works in the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Beasts Section. Technically she's Dale's boss as the ministry took over the Reserve about 60 years ago, but if you ask Dale he has no boss. "Tulip works in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and manages and monitors the Statue of Secrecy Supporters. Barnaby works on the magical creature reserve in Scotland near Hogwarts. And Tonks died in the war with Fred." Charlie said that last part with stiffness. Chris touched his shoulder. Charlie continued. "The others, I have no idea what they're doing. I don't even know if they survived the war." Chris grabbed the next picture, four teenage boys younger than the group photo, Charlie in the middle. Charlie smiled. "My Gryffindor dorm mates. Ben, myself, Jae and Ignatius. We have five dorm mates but Kurt's parents pulled him out after he got trapped in ice in our second year." Chris was confused. "Am I supposed to know what that means?" "Oh it was okay because Selma and Bill broke the curse and defeated the Ice King," Charlie said seriously. Chris blinked at him and Charlie laughed. Chris shook his head and tapped the last picture, with Charlie and his brother that looked like it was taken recently. His hair was longer and they both were growing beards. "Yeah, that's me and George last year in Uganda at Uagadou School of Magic. We stayed there the longest, almost four months. Best part of our trip, we learned all sorts of wandless magic." He held out his hand and a book came flying off the shelf behind Chris into Charlie's hand, and Chris flinched. "Don't do that without warning next time mate," he said seriously. Charlie laughed. "Here. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Your crash course to the animals in the Wizarding World." Chris smiled and turned around to peruse through the bookshelf. Charlie went into the back room to change and Chris was still there when he came back, reading through Standard Book of Spells: Grade 1. He said, "I'm going to run downstairs to get breakfast. You want to come?" "Ah, no. Think I'm going to stay up here, snoop around and go through your shit." Charlie laughed. "Fair enough. I will tell Maggie you said hello." He left and Chris continued to go through his bookshelf, which was a combination of Wizarding World books, such as the Dragon Excellent Educator Results -DEER training manual, but also regular books about wildlife, topography of Albania, bird watching and identifying certain herbs and their uses. In the far corner were his dragon fiction that he knew Charlie had, A Game of Thrones and The Hobbit among them. Chris wondered how much of it was accurate in Charlie's world, if it really was fiction. He grabbed the set of clothes Charlie left for him and headed to the bedroom to change. Truthfully he did bring a set of clothes but he liked the idea of wearing Charlie's clothes better. Charlie's bedroom was simple: Black iron barred headboard, springy mattress in the middle of the room, with two end tables on either side. Large closet along one wall. A matching dresser with a large mirror against the wall opposite the bed. Chris went through the drawers and found it eerily organized; underwear and socks neatly rolled and lined up. T shirts folded like they were on display of every color except white. Interesting, he thought. On the nightstand was the bottle of almond oil that Chris uses, making Chris smile. He went over to the closet and it was also eerily organized as well. His jeans were hung which Chris found funny for some reason. He had some dress shirts, again, none of them white and other items on hangers that could only be considered wizard robes, but to Chris they really looked like sparkly dresses. The surprise was the rows and rows of footwear. Charlie apparently had a shopping fetish for his feet. Chris had only seen Charlie in his black boots and the loafers he wore on their date. But Charlie had sneakers for days, all brands and colors, including white which he found very amusing. He also had casual footwear, loafers, oxfords and toe boots. Chris could not help himself, he knew he and Charlie wore the same size. He got dressed in Charlie's clothes, then picked out a pair of red, white and black Jordans and walked back into the living room. Charlie found him lying on the couch with his feet hanging over the side, reading Fantastic Beasts. He laughed. "Went shopping in my closet, yeah?" Chis shrugged. Charlie motioned for him to come to the table in the kitchen. He bought steak and eggs with hashed potatoes and black pudding. They ate and talked about Charlie's organization skills: "The wand does it all, trust me." and his shoe collection: "Sneakers are for running and dressing up, shoes are for going out, boots are for work." As the conversation died out and they were sipping tea at the end of their meal, Chris said, "Hey Charlie?" "Yeah?" "Can we have sex now?" said Chris with a straight face. Charlie decided to also keep a straight face. He took a moment, then said, "Come take a shower with me." "Tooooo...have sex there?" This time Charlie laughed. He got up and walked to the closet near the bathroom, pulled out two towels and washcloths, then walked to the bathroom. Chris followed. Charlie stripped Chris and then Chris stripped Charlie, then they got in. Charlie lathered up the cloth with a soap Chris had never seen but it smelled amazing, then started to wash Chris's body. "I don't hate this at all," he said. Charlie started talking as he scrubbed Chris's back. "It's not that I don't want sex. I just want a little intimacy." Chris said, "Intimacy leads to sex." "Not necessarily, not always. Intimacy is about being close to someone. Sex is just one way to reach that goal. Standing here with you like this is another way. We're touching, but we aren't pounding each other. We talk about personal things all the time. We can be close without actually having sex." He grabbed the 2 in 1 shampoo and started washing his hair. Chris had never had anyone wash him down head to toe before, and it felt good. "Is this one of those relationship things you are teaching me?" he asked amusingly. Charlie did not answer, but smiled. Chris grabbed the cloth and did the same to Charlie, cleaned him up from head to toe. When they were done, Chris came out of the shower first and went to grab his towel but instead his eyes went to a maroon and gold fuzzy looking robe on the back of the bathroom door. It had a patch of a lion on it. Chris reached out and it was just as soft as it looked, if not softer. "Whoa!" he exclaimed. "You're holding out on me." He took it down and put it on. "It feels like being wrapped in a cloud." Charlie laughed. "You can borrow it, but it stays here." Chris was giddy. Charlie wrapped a towel around his waist and they walked to the bedroom. Chris went to admire himself in the mirror on the dresser while wearing Charlie's robe. "It even looks good on me." He posed a few times. "Do they give these to everyone at Hogwarts?" "No, only a few people got one. For special services to the school... Fighting in the Battle for Hogwarts." Charlie leaned against the dresser with his arms folded. Chris sat on the dresser next to him. "Want to talk about being there?" "You mean being there super late?" Charlie said sadly. Chris shrugged. "How late were you?" He wanted to get Charlie talking. He doubted Charlie has ever really talked about it since it all went down. Charlie took a moment but then started talking. "By the time we got there, the sun was up, the castle was destroyed and so many people and children had already died, including Fred and Tonks. But the battle was still fierce, so me and the other Reservers just jumped right in. There had to be at least 80 of us men and it didn't seem like much, but maybe because we were all experts in charms, jinxes and duels, we tipped the scales a bit, as they weren't just dealing with kids and elderly wizards anymore. We managed to push them back, giving Harry a chance to do what he needed to do." Charlie sniffed. "The thing is, I had been considering leaving for months before that. I knew Ron was out there with Harry and Hermoine. Bill and Dad couldn't go to work anymore. Ginny was stuck at Hogwarts under Death Eater leadership. I felt restless and hopeless, like I needed to be doing something. Especially after Chitra left, moved her whole family from London to India to get as far away from the deaths as possible. But we had our own problems here, like trying to keep Death Eaters from infiltrating the Reserve, as they had tried many times already, so there's that. So I had one foot helping out there and the other antsy to get to back to England." "How did you know what was going on to join the fight?" Chris asked. "Bill sent me a message, a talking Patronus. I was in the breakroom with about 12 other men including Dale on the overnight shift, and his lion floated in. He said, `Charlie listen. Voldermort is trying to take over Hogwarts and the Order is ready to make its last stand, along with everyone else here, teachers and students. We're all here, mum, dad, Fred and George, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny too. Even Percy's stupid arse stumbled in ready to fight. We might make it out alive. If we don't, I love you little brother. You've been my best mate my entire life.' "I turned to Dale and said I'm going. I knew it would take me the rest of the night but there was no way I was sitting there. Not surprisingly all the other men in the room said they were leaving too. Dale didn't say anything at first, but then touched the tip of his wand and sent out the Reserve wide emergency sparks, so that all the Resevers within a 100 mile radius got it. Day and Night crew that weren't there that night started apparating in. He had me repeat the message to everyone, then said he was pulling out the Flyers – the transports we use to go on missions – and it was Battle bound. No shame if we didn't want to go but if you did it was leaving in 20 minutes. Told us to send out goodbye owls just in case. "Everyone except a couple of younger Dungers, one healer and Dale signed up. Some Hogwarts, some Drumstrang, some Ilvermony, some Castelobruxo, some Beauxbatons, it didn't matter what school we were from, we were fighting not just for Hogwarts but for the Wizarding World. Even Sarah came back dressed in all black, her hair in a bun, looking fierce and ready to battle. She and Dale got into a fight over it, but she won. "Dale pulled me aside and said he couldn't go, his brother was fighting for the wrong side and he had told him the next time he saw him he could kill him on the spot for what he did – the Cruciatus curse on their parents. There were only four dragons at the time, Ben, Anna, Honey and Robbie so he was going to take care of them. So we left, about midnight. It took us about six hours to get there. I was late and my brother died." He sniffed again. Chris let a moment pass, then said quietly. "You're a hero, Charlie." Charlie scoffed. "No, really. Think about it. If you would have left months before you would have been with your family during the entire battle, possibly died there-" Charlie cut him off, "I wouldn't have died, I know advanced magic." Chris said, "You know advanced magic now, but at that time, you didn't. So let's just agree that death for all of you was very possible." Charlie nodded. "Right, so if you would have left, the message would not have gotten to the Reserve, there would have been no reinforcements to turn the battle around. So...yes...it's the fucking worst that you couldn't save your brother or one of your best mates. You'll carry that with you forever. But...if I were you... I wouldn't want to change how you got there. Or when. You saved a lot of lives. Helped to end the war in a massive way. Like you said, gave Harry a chance." Charlie sniffed again. Chris reached around Charlie's shoulder and pulled a little, motioning for him to come closer, and when he faced him, he gave him a hug. "I'm not going to have a cry," Charlie said muffled in his shoulder. Chris laughed. "Well you wanted intimacy, what's more intimate than two naked bros hugging?" Charlie didn't laugh back. He lifted his head up and kissed Chris gently on the lips, then more passionately. Chris wrapped his legs around Charlie while they kissed each other's lips and neck. Then Charlie leaned Chris further back on the dresser and grabbed his waist to pull it toward the edge, so his butt was half hanging off. He got down on his knees and pushed aside the robe, opened his mouth and put his tongue in Chris's freshly washed anus. He licked softly and lightly over and over again, increasing pressure with every lick. Chris moaned loudly with pleasure and put one foot on Charlie's shoulder. Charlie licked his balls and the soft area between his balls and anus, and traced the rim of his anus with the tip of his tongue over and over again, then put his tongue in his anus again. "Fuuuuck yeah," Chris moaned encouragingly. Charlie found he really liked doing this a lot, maybe because it was like licking pussy, maybe because it didn't make his jaw ache like a blow job did, maybe because of how it made Chris tremble, maybe all of the above, but he was happy to to continue to lick in and out, up and down and all around. Eventually he stood up and took off his towel and started stroking himself while fingering Chris's hole with two fingers. He looked behind him and said "Accio oil" and the oil floated to him as he let go of himself and Chris. He poured oil on his dick then shifted Chris down a bit more so he could fuck him standing up while Chris sat on his dresser. Chris wrapped his legs around Charlie again, and inhaled sharply as Charlie entered him slowly, holding onto his arse and filling him all the way up to his prostate first, then grinded against it, making Chris cry out. Charlie leaned over and kissed him, then pulled back just a bit, thrusted against his sweet spot again and again making Chris cried out "ooooohhh fuck meeeee." Charlie smiled and obliged. He moved rhythmically in full strokes all the way in and out, kissing him every so often. Chris moaned, "oh oh oh" to each thrust in between kisses. Then Charlie pushed all the way inside again and lifted Chris off the dresser by his cheeks, surprising the fuck out of him with his strength. He immediately wrapped his arms around him and held on as Charlie turned around and carried him to the bed and laid him back down again. Charlie proceeded to begin to pound Chris's hole, grunting himself in sync with Chris's moans, then slow deep strokes, then pounding again. He then rolled over pulling Chris on top of him. Chris immediately took control and with Charlie's hand on his waist to gently guide him, he gyrated slowly back and forth, then faster making sure he hit his spot repeatedly until he felt his first orgasm radiate through his body, thin clear cum shot out from his penis. Charlie could feel Chris tighten and shake from the inside. He sat up and pulled Chris closer to him. "Come. Again," he told him. They kissed and Chris moved again, slowly at first, then faster and eventually moved into a squatting position and bounded up and down on Charlie sending wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure every time Charlie's head pressed his prostate. Charlie in turn held onto Chris's waist and when he wanted to slow down Charlie moved him faster against him. "Chaaaarlie..Chaaaaarlie..Chaaaaarlie." Chris tried to tell him to slow down, that the intensity was too much but he didn't know if he really wanted it to stop itself and all he could get out was moaning Charlie's name in his ambivalence. Charlie again felt Chris trembling from the inside and Chris cried out as the corner of his eyes began leaking with tears and his penis leaked with translucent cum. Charlie thought for sure he was going to cum and surprised himself with how focused he was on making Chris feel good. He slowed Chris down who almost collapsed on top of him and they kissed. He moved from inside of Chris and said, "Turn around." Chris turned his back to Charlie, grateful to lay down a bit as he felt all his strength gone. Charlie Accio'd the oil to him again and glistened himself up, then turned Chris to his side and entered from the back, this time forcefully and Chris moaned. He lifted Chris's one leg and held it by his thigh, moved slowly this time, long deep slow strokes all the way in, out to just the tip in, then back in again. Chris leaned his head back and they kissed. Then Charlie said, "Come. Again." "I... can't..." Chris said breathlessly. Charlie, still giving Chris long deep strokes, took his own hand and put it on his penis, then moved Chris's hand to jerk himself off. He kissed the back of his neck and said, "Come. Again." He started licking and kissing Chris's neck, ears, back, shoulders, neck again then pulled his face back for a kiss again. "Come again. For me," he said. Chris's whole body was on fire, inside and out. He wanted to come again and badly now. He stroked himself thinking it would take longer since he climaxed twice in the last 30 minutes but his penis responded, like his cock had been waiting for this moment, full ejaculation. Charlie reached over and pinched his nipples, still deep stroking from behind, now grinding against his prostate. All the physical sensation Charlie was giving him sent Chris over the edge, after another five minutes of stroking, he felt his anal orgasm hit him first sending a shock of electricity to his front literally making Chris feel like his dick was getting fucked from the inside, and his whole body jerked. His voice caught in his throat mid moan as ropes of thick white cum shot out of his penis again and again. His body continued to spasm and he found his voice "fuuuuuck Chaaaaarlie fuuuuuuck." Charlie pushed all the way inside and grinded hard against his prostate, and did not stop until Chris's "aah" became higher in pitch and tears leaked out of his eyes, which turned him all the way on. He gave Chris a moment to catch his breath, then changed positions again. Charlie pulled out from behind, turned Chris around and laid between his legs again. Chris thought he was going to get pounded again but Charlie surprised him by entering him slowly again while he lifted up his legs, leaning down and kissing him. Chris held onto Charlie's back and Charlie penetrated deep again, but moved more rhythmically, at an even pace. They kissed and moved together until Charlie felt his own orgasm that he had been pushing back this whole time begin to rise. He moved faster to ride it out and Chris felt Charlie hitting his own sensitive prostate again and again, giving him a few more jolts of orgasmic pleasure making him tremble again. Charlie let out a soft "aaah" in Chris's ear as he came and came in abundance; he could tell by the sloshing sound it made every time he pushed in because he couldn't stop thrusting. When he was done finally, he rolled off of Chris who was still feeling electricity radiate through his body and didn't know which way was up, what day it was or how to spell his own name. When he remembered who he was, he looked over at Charlie who was watching him with all smiles. Chris leaned over and put his head on Charlie's chest. "Ho. Lee. Shit." Chris was bewildered at what just happened. Charlie smiled. "That's how you make love to your boyfriend."Please let me know how you feel about the story and the characters. This helps me as I edit future chapters.
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