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Chapter 3 Beginning steps
We mounted our cycles and roared into the night, me following behind Charley's big Harley. My heart was pounding. What was I getting myself into? I instinctively felt I could trust the big blonde man on the Harley in front of me, but I wasn't emotionally ready to get involved with him. My thoughts and emotions tumbled along at a speed that matched the motorcycle I was riding. Those thoughts and emotions hadn't arrived at any destination when Charley guided me to his.
We turned into the private driveway of a small, modest, well kept house in a quiet neighborhood. The door of the attached garage opened as we approached and Charley rode in, parking his Harley next to a fairly new Ford 150 Pickup. I stopped outside unsure of what I wanted to do, or of what Charley was expecting of me. Charley turned off his engine and looked back at me.
"Park it in here, Jake. You don't want to leave it outside."
I had already turned off my engine, so I stepped off of the cycle and pushed it in next to Charley's, trepidation had a firm grip on my throat. The garage door closed, my knees gave way and I sat on the bike seat. I found myself facing Charley's chest. I stood up and looked into the big guy's face expecting to be wrapped in a hug with my lips pressed against his. It didn't happen. Charley smiled and shyly took my hand and lead me into the kitchen. I marveled at the warmth, the security I felt in that hand holding mine.
He paused at the refrigerator and removed two long-necked bottles of beer with his free hand, led me over to the kitchen table, pulled out a chair and motioned with his chin for me to sit. When he let go of my hand I felt like I had been set adrift. The only thing I could do was collapse into the chair. He sat across from me.
He twisted the cap off a bottle and pushed it across to me and then uncapped the other one and took a swallow of beer, never taking his eyes of mine. He sat the bottle down and continued to stare. I didn't know what was going on in Charley's mind, but I felt contented just staring back. It took me a moment to realize that Charley was speaking.
"What is it about you that makes me feel so comfortable?"
I smiled, but had no idea of how to reply. I picked up my bottle and guzzled a quarter of it.
" Tell me about yourself, Jake, tell me who you are."
I found it easy to talk to Charley. I told him all about my life growing up on a farm up north, joining the Army, about hooking up with Jim the last semester of college, and when I was half way through the second bottle I told him about Pete and Jason and about how Pete had broken his arm. And what a cute young couple they were. It was then that I realized I had come to think of Jason as my little brother. Funny, I felt like he was the only person in University City that thought I'd miss if I didn't go back. We drank more beer. I told him about my writings. I wondered if I had started subconsciously considering not going back.
Charley told me about his life. He'd always lived in this town. He had two married older brothers. Three nephews and a niece that he adored. They and his parents all lived here across town. He'd been in the Marines, gone to community college for three years and then joined the police force.
He admitted that he'd known since puberty that he was gay, but had never acted on it. He'd dated the opposite sex through high school never letting any one girl get serious about him before he moved on. He didn't really know any gay men in Kirksville.
I told him about Dave and Joe, even though I had only met them in passing, and that Joe had a brother who was a police detective and had a young lover going to the university.
He became pensive. I watched him for a few and then couldn't take the silence and the doubt that it implied. I reached over and took his hand that was idly drawing circles with the bottle in its ring of condensation.
"What?" I asked. He looked up at me
"I want to make love to you Jake. But first I want to know you. I want you to know me. There's something special about what's going on between us and I don't want to fuck it up by just jumping into bed."
I told him what Sally had said to me.
"Yeah, Sal's a wonderful friend. We've never talked about me, but she has always been understanding without saying anything."
"Charley, you know I would never intentionally hurt you. I've told you about Jim. I'm trying to get over him, but I'm still emotionally messed up."
"I'm not going to push." His voice was soft, gentle.
"Damn, Charley, I could so easily fall in love with you."
"I probably shouldn't say this, but I think I have already fallen in love with you."
I let go of his hand and drew back.
"Don't, Charley, don't."
"Jake, I'm a big boy. I am responsible for my own feelings. Alright?"
"We haven't even kissed, much less done the big act."
Charley leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, his hands clasped, and stared directly into my eyes.
"I'm looking forward to it."
I reached back across and covered the big man's hands with mine.
"I don't want to just have sex with you and I'm not sure I'm ready to make love to you. I should be going back to my hotel room." We each had consumed four bottles of beer and it was nearly one o'clock. The Authoritative Police Officer kicked in.
"Your not going anywhere at this point. I'd have to arrest you for DUI." The APO disappeared just as fast as he had appeared.
"Let's just go to bed and cuddle. When the time is right we'll both know it. Until then I want to hold you and offer you comfort. Maybe ease the pain you're feeling."
I studied him.
"How do you know I'm in pain."
"It's in your eyes, Jake. I want a chance to take it away from you.
"I've never met anyone like you, Charley. I feel like I'm in way over my head."
"I won't let you drown, Man."
Not saying another word he stood and took my hand, pulled me from the chair and led me into the bedroom.
At the edge of the bed Charley stepped in front of me and took both my hands in his. We stood nose to nose and stared into each others eyes, neither of us looking away.
"The last time I slept with someone I was a ten years old kid." He told me. He'd let go of my hands and started unbuttoning my shirt. I stood mesmerized and a little tipsy and just let him do it. Charley slipped the shirt off my shoulders. "I feel about as giddy as a kid right now knowing that in a few minutes I'm going to be holding you in my arms. I've waited a long time for you."
"Charley, how can you know it is me you've waited for? I'm kinda damaged goods, you know?"
Charley moved me to a sitting position on the bed. He's 6' 5" and I'm only one inch shorter. I didn't resist, so it was easy for him to do. He knelt in front of me.
"There's nothing damaged about you, Jake." He pulled off my boots. "You may be a little bruised. But bruises heal."
"More like a little used, don't you mean?" I watched him pull the white socks off my feet. Charley frowned in thought as he held one of the damp socks to his nose. I smiled at the unconscious act but didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and smiled. It was obvious that he liked my scent. I felt a stir between my legs.
"Used?" He asked, sitting back on his haunches. "No. Experienced? Yes."
I stood up and started to undo my belt. Charley batted my hands away. I couldn't help becoming aroused. He paid no attention to it as he undid my belt and unbuttoned my 501s. When he pulled my jeans down to my knees, my cock sprung erect, slinging pre-cum across his lips. Charley drew in a sharp breath and grinned as he licked his lips. He hadn't expected me to be going commando. He studied my cock a moment and then glanced up at me.
"This doesn't look like it's had enough use."
"Relax, Jake, I'm just admiring it. Damn, it is beautiful."
He put a hand on my taut belly and pushed me back down on the bed. Taking the bottom of my pant legs, he pulled them off.
He stood up and folded the jeans and walked across the room to lay them on a chair along with my shirt. I watched, fascinated with this big blonde giant. He turned and look at me.
"My turn."he announced.
"May I do it?" I asked.
Charley shook his head.
"Not this time Jake. Not unless you're ready to go the length."
I was, but I wasn't. I dropped my eyes and sighed. I watched a pearl appear no the end of my dick and slide down the length of it
"Go pee." Charley pointed at the bathroom door. He must have known that the beer was through recycling and was ready to be disposed of. I obediently rose and headed for the bowl.
Charley had undressed and folded the covers back, while he waited his turn in the bathroom. I stepped back into the room and stopped, staring at the beautiful naked man in front of me who was staring at me. He was hard as a rock and his big beautiful cock was, too. My cock stood back up while we took our time memorizing each other's body. Charley finally broke the spell pointing to the opposite side of the bed.
"Get in. I'll be right back."
I slipped between the cool sheets and closed my eyes. Minutes later I felt the bed move as Charley slipped in beside me. An arm slid under my head. Feeling the warmth of Charley's body moving up against me, I rolled onto my side and snuggled my back against his incredible, hairy front. I could feel Charley's hard cock pressing against my butt as he fitted his long body against mine. It felt so natural, so right, when he wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body snug against his. He kissed the back of my neck. I was stiff and throbbing.
"Goodnight, Jake. Sweet dreams."
Disappointed that he was sincere in just going to sleep, I tried to stifle a yawn and snuggled closer. I hadn't been aware of it, but I was exhausted. I nuzzled the arm under my head and was soon asleep.
I'm a very light sleeper and I woke up a while later knowing that Charley was still awake next to me. I'd lost my hardon. I turned to face him. His poked me in my belly.
"Can't you sleep?" I asked.
"So why don't you?"
"Don't know. Maybe I'll miss something," he replied.
"Well, I have no trouble going to sleep in your arms."
"I'm comfortable with you too, Jake. I just got caught up in feeling you laying against me and forgot about sleep."
"Well, I'm going to watch you until you go to sleep." I told him.
He kissed the end of my nose and closed his eyes.
"Goodnight, Jake." he said as he rubbed his cock against mine and then let out a huge yawn.
In just minutes he was softly snoring. I snuggled into his fur enjoying the feeling of our cocks laying against each other. At some point I drifted away into sleep.
Chapter 4 An invitation to stay
It was still dark when I again awakened. Charley was on his back and I lay against him with my arm across his chest and my leg over his hips. I could feel his hard cock pulsing under my thigh. My own cock felt at home pressed against his side.
As my awareness expanded, my bladder insisted on relief. I hated moving, but I rolled away from Charley and off the bed. I felt my way to the bathroom, found the bowl in the dark and released a flood.
Out of the darkness Charley's voice rumbled. "Man, I gotta go, too. Mind?"
He turned on a dim night light next to the sink. I moved to the side of the bowl and watched Charley step up beside me and felt his big arm embrace my shoulder. His strong stream splashed in the bowl. I turned my head toward his underarm, and with a deep sniff I memorized his scent. My cock started to fill.
I finished, but stayed to lend my support to steady the big half-asleep man until he shook off the last drops. He flushed the bowl and turned, taking me into an embrace. I didn't hesitate to hug him back. I was drunk on his scent and the feel of his body.
"You ready to get up or would you like to sleep a little more? It's only four fifteen." He kissed my nose as he asked.
I was wide awake, and wanted some more of being naked next to this wonderful man. "Let's go back to bed," I said.
We lay face to face. I scooted down and burrowed in the white blonde forest of his chest hair. I inhaled his scent, it was all man, not soap, not cologne, just him. I rubbed my face against his chest nibbled the dark pink nubs poking through the hair and then moved up to his neck, nuzzling the tender skin under his ear. I rubbed my bristly cheek against his. The move up his body made me aware of my hard, pulsing shaft now laying against his.
Charley rubbed his hand up and down my back. I followed his lead. He pushed away and looked at me.
"You feel so good like this, Jake. But if you want to stop just say so. I'm not going to push you."
I chuckled. I'd already decided that I'd just relax and let Charley lead us.
"What's so funny?"
"You're the virgin. That was supposed to be my line."
"Yeah? Well, if you were coming from a different situation it would be yours. But it's mine right now. I mean it, Jake. If you're uncomfortable with this, just say so."
"Charley," I said, staring into his deep pools, "I am amazed at how comfortable I am with you." I grabbed his butt
cheeks with both hands and pulled him snug against me. He got the message. He kissed me. I'd never kissed
another man. Hell, I'd never kissed. Jim had hated kissing. "It's a female thing," he'd told me. I found nothing
feminine about being kissed by Charley. I found my mouth being forcefully opened by his tongue and I
succumbed. It was just a natural thing to copy what he was doing and it made my head spin, sticking my tongue
in his mouth. I loved the taste and feel and the emotions it evoked. I discovered that I loved kissing. I discovered
that I loved kissing Charley.
As the sky lightened, Charley and I took each other to plateaus I had never known before. The first time it came on us fast. His hand hardly touched my cock before I spewed all over his belly and crotch. The moment my hot semen hit his cock he shot all over the both of us. Thus well lubricated we rubbed against each other until neither of us could stand it any longer and we added massively to the stickiness.
Charley rolled out of bed and returned with a warm wet towel and wiped us both clean. We cuddled chest to chest, our legs entwined, and dozed.
I woke with Charley lightly snoring into the pit of my upraised arm. I had never experienced this post coital tenderness before. Once Jim was done he was out of bed and gone. Now I lay with big beautiful man asleep in my arms and I never wanted to stop. 'This is what love adds to it,' I told myself.'This is what was missing with Jim.
That thought scared the bejeezus out of me. I'd spent three years with Jim and never came near this level. One time and I was thinking about love with Charley. I couldn't believe that I had just met him yesterday.
Charley breathing pattern change and I realized he was sniffing my scent. And then his tongue was tasting my arm pit. Soon he was doing things to me that put all coherent thoughts out of my head.
After coming down from the high of my third orgasm I rolled onto my back sucking in air. Charley, still breathing hard, too, lay on his side his head propped up on his elbow.
"Damn, Charley, that was the best sex I think I've ever had," I exclaimed.
He didn't say anything for a nearly a minute as he just looked at me. "Is that all it was to you, Jake, just sex? I've never touched another man's cock. I took yours in my mouth and to you it was just sex?"
I looked at him. The tears in his eyes really did make them look like deep clear pools. I felt that if only I could be a hard ass toward him and just make it be only sex we'd be safer. But I'm no good at lying. Besides, I love holding him while he sleeps.
"No, Charley, that was not all it was," I sighed. "But maybe it would be best if it had been."
He stared at me a moment more then rolled off the bed.
"Fuck you, Jake," he muttered, as his feet hit the floor.
I heard the shower flow and the crash of the shower door being yanked closed. I sighed and stared at the ceiling.
"To hell with this. And to hell with rejection. I don't need it. I'm going with how I feel." I said out loud to the empty room. " This marvelous man is wanting to love me. And I want to love him. So why not?" I slipped into the shower and wrapped my arms around Charley's chest. He groaned and laid back against me. The back of his head rested on my shoulder. Neither of us said a word as I started feeling and caressing his slick, wet body.
He turned in my arms and we held each other tightly, enjoying the feel of each other's hard taut body, while rubbing our cocks together. I slid down and kneeled before him, taking his beautiful cock into my mouth.
Charley's hips pushed forward and I swallowed, letting it slide into my throat. I'd read about guys doing this but never dreamed of doing it myself. It was easier than they made it sound. I swallowed a couple of times. Charley's cock seemed to grow bigger, and then it was pulsing. I pulled back to take his essence in my mouth where I could get a taste of it. It was sweet. That surprised me. Jim's was bitter. I'd only once sucked Jim's cock until he came. I'd spit out his cum, I didn't like the taste or having his cock forcefully rammed into my mouth. I never let him put his cock in my mouth again.
I was so turned on having Charley cumming in my mouth that I shot my load on his feet without touching myself.
The water chilled and he turned it off, grabbed a towel and rubbed me down. When he finished he stepped out, picked up another one and started to dry himself. I took it from him giving him the same tender treatment that he'd given me. He took my hand and led me back to the bed. He lay down pulling me down beside him. He pulled my body against his, wrapping his arms and legs around me. Holding me tightly, he told me we had to talk.
"I know," I said with a deep sigh.
He relaxed his hold and I caressed the pelt on his chest.
"That feels so nice," he purred.
"Charley? You admit to being a virgin. Where is the shyness, the fumbling? You are the smoothest take charge guy I have ever met. Where does all this confidence come from?"
He stared at the ceiling. "I guess from being a cop. That and a stint in the Marine Corps. I didn't tell the whole truth. When it comes to man sex, yeah, I'm a virgin. Well, I was yesterday. Partially. Mostly. My brothers taught me about sex. You know the usual stuff kids do, jacking off, that kind of thing. I've had a good bit of sex with women. I guess they would say I'm pretty good at making love.
"But you know what, Jake?" He continued to stare at the ceiling. "It was all just fucking. That's all any of it ever was. I never made love to any of them. I never made love to anyone before this morning. I never met a man I wanted before yesterday."
He rolled in my embrace and pulled me snug, the tip of his nose touching the end of mine.
"When I laid eyes on you, Jake, when I walked out of that restroom and saw you sitting at the counter, I knew...." His emotion choked him, making the words difficult. "I knew, Jake, that you are the one. The one for me."
"Jesus, Charley, I've been straight with you. You know what I'm coming from. You know I'm fucked up emotionally right now." I pushed away from him and sat up. "I told you about Jim. I feel like such an ass. I should have run when Sally warned me."
"Don't run from me, Jake. I promise I'll keep my emotions to myself until you're ready."
I stood and turned to regard him. "And we'll continue to have sex that's really more than just sex. Who are we kidding here, Charley?"
He rolled over to the edge of the bed and stood in front of me. He raised a hand to caress my cheek, but I stepped backwards knowing what his touch does to me.
He dropped his hand and turned away. "I'm going to go make a pot of coffee. What do you like in it?" he asked slipping into his boxers.
"Just black." When he'd left the room I collapsed onto the mussed bed. It smelled of him, and made my thoughts thick with lust. Sitting back up I compared what had happened in the last twelve hours to how my relationship with Jim had been.
I'd been even more virginal than Charley. I had never experienced most of the things he and I done, not even with a woman like Charley had. Jim was into rough masculine stuff. No emotion from him, except lust. A caress to him was trying to rub the skin off of my body, or a deep body massage, compared to the gentle loving touch Charley had. Jim liked licking my pits and crack; he never paid attention to anyother part of my body. With Jim, I realized, I'd only experienced sex.
Charley had opened up a whole new world for me. He'd made love to me and then said he would keep his
emotions in check. I knew there was no way I could do that with mine. I was falling in love fast and hard. My
emotions were running rampant.
He came back into the room carrying two cups of steaming black coffee and handed me one. "Are you okay?" he asked. I looked up at him. His concerned look pierced my being and I wanted to touch him. "Yeah, I'm fine." Suddenly I couldn't look at him, my eyes seemed to have taken on a life of their own as they glanced off of everything in the room except Charley's face. "I was accusing you of being the virgin. Charley, I'd never before done some of the things that we have done. I've never slept the whole night with someone before last night. I'd never kissed like we have.
"You're kidding me." His voice was filled with disbelief, awe. He set his cup down and took my hand.
"Jim was never gentle. He disliked kissing. He never put his mouth on my cock although he often had it in other private places. I... I... I blew him once when we first got together and hated the experience. He was rough and forceful. His cum was bitter and I spit it out. You're the first man whose cum I've swallowed.
"That makes it even more special, Charley." he said as he kissed me. I opened my mouth to him, but he pulled back. "We don't have time for more. I have to be on patrol soon. Let's get dressed and go have breakfast. We can talk more tonight. Okay?"
I struggled to stay afloat staring into the deep pools of his eyes. I had an urge to just take some deep gulps of him and happily drown.
"Okay." I managed to pulled my eyes away.
As we dressed he told me he had to be on duty at eleven and ask me what I was going to do with my day. When I told him I had no idea, he handed me a key to his house. "Check out of that hotel and move in here. You can stay with me," he said, and then as he turned away added an after thought, "in here or if you want you can have the guest room. It has its own bathroom."
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