Jack Edwards
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Born Gay - Charlie

I was with Brian the day he walked in on his older brother kissing another boy. Neal was his brother. The other boy was Charlie Conti. They were fifteen. Brian and I were thirteen.

We had hurried to his house that afternoon because Brian had forgotten his camp permission slip to take to the scout meeting. I wasn’t going to camp because our swim coach talked me out of it. He thought I was going to have a really good summer.

Brian and I hurried up the stairs to the room he shared with Neal. Brian threw the door open, and there were Neal and Charlie kissing.

They pushed away from each other. We stood there with our mouths hanging open. Then Brian shoved me back out the door and slammed it behind him. His face was red, and his eyes were hard. But then he looked at me, and his eyes filled with tears. Brian pushed past me and ran down the stairs. A moment later, Charlie burst from the room and past me. He, too, ran down the stairs, but Brian had gone out the back door; Charlie tore out the front. A moment later, I heard his car speed off down the street.

Charlie had left the bedroom door open and Neal was sitting on his bed. He saw me standing there.

“Get the fuck outta here!” he yelled.

I did. But it was with mixed emotions.

Maybe it was because my dad died when I was little, but for as long as I can remember, something hurt inside me when I saw other boys with their dads and brothers. I only had my mom. I had one granddad and two uncles, who lived in town, but they were always busy, and I rarely saw them.

My first sexual stirrings somehow mixed up with my other longings, and my secret dream became finding another boy like me. My fantasies weren’t only about sex, but about having another boy love me.

More than once in the scouts, I suspected that a couple of boys might be doing stuff together, sexually. But no one ever asked me to, and I had no idea how to initiate anything. I had a secret crush on my friend, Brian, but I knew that would never go anywhere. Brian was totally into girls.

Among the boys I dreamed about, were both Neal and Charlie, and for the same reason. At thirteen, I was all arms, legs, elbows, and knees; they were beautiful. I had seen them both naked and in Speedos because we were all in the same swim club. Each of them was lean, and in our team’s short-side-seam Speedos, they were downright erotic.

Charlie, particularly, was beautifully proportioned; a classic fifteen-year-old swimmer, with a grace I lacked. He had creamy skin and thick black hair that he kept cut short like a fur. He looked athletic, even when he was sitting, and he always seemed able to recline, whatever chair he was in. When he reclined, his full package was always on full display.

He had always been friendly to me, calling me Sven because I have really pale blond hair, but my real name is Pete. And now, my heart was in turmoil because I knew that Charlie kissed boys, and I had a crush on him.

Brian skipped the scout meeting that day. He called me that evening. “You can’t tell anybody about what happened, Pete,” he said. “Promise me you won’t tell anybody.”

“I promise,” I said. “I wouldn’t tell anybody. Ever.”

Everything was different the next day at swim practice. Brian avoided me. So did Neal. So did Charlie. And they all avoided each other. Everyone changed to swimsuits with their backs to one another.

I figured with Brian about to go to camp, maybe everything would settle down between him and me by the time he got back. As for Neal, he’d always looked at me as one of the squirts who hung around with his little brother, so it wasn’t like things were a lot different between us. But Charlie was different.

I had been up late the night before, dreaming about Charlie; about him kissing me like he had been kissing Neal. Knowing that Charlie kissed boys made it a sure thing, and not a suspicion like I had of other boys in the scouts. That didn’t mean it was any easier figuring out how to initiate something between us; especially since all that morning, Charlie dodged me whenever I tried to get close, even when we were sharing the same swim lane.

One of the things I had always enjoyed about swim team was watching other boys’ Speedos as they swam; the way the water moved over their full packages. I particularly watched Charlie and Neal that morning, knowing what I now did about them. It added a whole ‘nother dimension to the enjoyment.

The next day was Friday, and all three of them avoided me again. I tried staying close to Charlie, but he ignored me or dodged me. It was so frustrating after I had gotten my hopes up; I wanted to cry.

As I was walking home, alone, I heard footsteps on the sidewalk behind me. I jumped when I turned and found Charlie closing on my heels, scowling.

I stopped and he faced me.

“Why do you keep hanging around me?” he demanded. His beautiful face was contorted with anger; anger at me. My heart sank.

“Do you think I’m going to give you money like Neal gave Brian?” he demanded. “Because I’m not going to, you little shithead!” He poked me in the chest. “And if you go telling people about what happened, I’ll bet the crap out of you!”

His reaction was so unexpected. My throat constricted and my eyes instantly filled with tears. I couldn’t speak, and I turned to walk away.

“Wait!” he said, coming up alongside me. “I didn’t mean to, like… make you cry.”

“I wasn’t going to ask you for money,” I blubbered, and kept walking. “I like you. I didn’t even know Neal gave Brian money. Brian won’t even talk to me.”

“Then way do you keep hanging around me?” Charlie wanted to know, hurrying to keep up with me.

My throat caught again. How was I going to tell him that I wanted him to love me?

“Why?” he asked again, more quietly, catching me by my arm and stopping me.

With my head down, I just shook my head.

“Tell me” Charlie said quietly.

“Because,” I said, afraid to even look at him, “I wanted you to kiss me like you kissed Neal.” I glanced up at him to see his eyes grow large.

I jerked my arm away and turned for home.

I had walked several steps before he called, “Pete, wait!”

I didn’t wait; I kept walking. He caught up and walked beside me.

“You aren’t shitting me?”

“No,” I said, and wiped my eyes on the backs of my arms.

“You really want me to kiss you?”

“I did.”

“No shit,” he said quietly.

I turned the corner onto my block.

“Pete,” he said, catching up again. “I’d like to kiss you.” He followed alongside me. “I’ve thought about it before, you know.”

I glanced at him, disbelievingly. “About kissing me?”

“Seriously, dude,” he said. “You and Brian. You two are like… hot… for guys your age, you know?”

That gave me pause. I’d never thought of myself as “hot” as in, a fifteen-year-old lusting for me.

I stopped in front of my house. “You really thought about kissing me?” I asked.

He glanced left and right, up and down the street, then met my eyes. Pointedly he dropped his eyes to his crotch. I looked down. He had an obvious boner, pointing out toward his hip. His eyes rose back to mine.

“I’m thinking about kissing you right now,” he said quietly.

My mouth was suddenly very dry, and my own cock stiffened. I bit my lip.

“You want to go somewhere and, like… talk?” he asked.

“This is my house,” I told him. “My mom’s at work. She won’t be home till this evening.”

“So?” he asked. “Can I come inside?”

“Yeah,” I said. My heart began to race.

I turned toward my house, and Charlie followed me up the walk. He stood behind me as I unlocked the door, and rested his hand on the back of my shoulder. I almost dropped the key, but somehow, managed to open the door.

He followed me in, and I closed the door, and locked it. Then I stood, head down, waiting, unsure of what to do next. I could hear my pulse in my ears.

Charlie cupped my chin in his hand and lifted my head.

“I’m sorry, dude,” he said softly, his face moving closer to mine. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” His lips kissed mine, softly, and then again. He took my shoulders into his hands and moved closer.

“Are you gay?” he asked in a whisper, his lips brushing mine.

“I think so. Are you?”

“I think so.”

He pressed his lips to mine again, and I rested my hands on the sides of his waist. Charlie let go of my chin and pulled me into his arms. His tongue pressed between my lips, and I opened my mouth, willingly. I relaxed against his body and the hardnesses of our cocks pressed.

His tongue probed my mouth, and I sucked on it. I closed my arms around his back. I pressed my tongue into his mouth. We worked the kiss.

He pressed the side of his face against mine. Our breath was ragged. He ran his hands over my back and down to my bottom.

“If I had known you were gay,” he murmured, “I would have kissed you a long time ago.”

“Me, too,” I said, feeling over his strong shoulders.

“Have you ever done anything with another guy?” he asked, rubbing his cheek on mine.

“No.”

“Do you like this?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I’ll show you things,” he whispered, nuzzling the side of my neck. “You want me to show you things, Peter?”

I nodded, surprised he didn’t call me Pete, or dude, or even Sven. “Yes,” I answered, throatily.

“Kissing’s better with our shirts off,” he said, and then stepped back to pull his off.

I pulled mine off, too, and before it hit the floor, Charlie had me back in his arms, kissing me, our bare chests pressed. It was the first time I felt a bare belly against my bare belly. I wrapped my arms around him and felt the warm skin of his firm back under my palms.

“See, it’s better without shirts,” he murmured, pressing his face to mine.

“Does it feel even better naked?” I asked

Charlie chuckled and looked around. “Are you sure nobody else is here? Should we like, go to your room or something?”

“Sure,” I told him, pulling away. I picked up my shirt and headed for my room. Charlie followed, and when he slapped my butt, I jumped and laughed, and ran for my room with Charlie on me heels. It wasn’t a long run. Ours was a small house.

Inside the room, I slammed the door, and clothes flew off in all directions. We arrived at the last stitch at the same moment. I’d never seen Charlie with a boner, and he certainly hadn’t seen me. His looked huge, but in reality, it was just on the long side of average for a fifteen-year-old. It was beautiful in all its thick, pink glory, curving up from beneath his tight pubic bush. His cock begged to be grabbed.

As if with one mind, we stepped toward each other, hands out, and grabbed one another’s cock.

“What a great dick!” I murmured, closing my hand around it. Like every other boy who’s grabbed another boy’s erection for the first time, I was surprised by the thin soft skin over steely hardness, and by the warmth, and by how good it felt in my hand. It struck me that dicks and hands were made for each other.

As good as his dick felt in my hand, his hand on my dick felt amazing, too. I had never imagined the feel of another boy’s hand on my dick, though I had imagined plenty of things. Charlie stroked me, and my knees almost folded.

“Whoa!” I said with a gasp.

“You’ve got a great dick, too,” Charlie said, stroking, and I grasped his bicep with my free hand to steady myself. “It’s as big as mine was when I was in scouts; maybe bigger. It’s bigger than Neal’s is, now.”

I leaned into him, laying my forehead on his shoulder. I gazed down between us at our two erections and our stroking hands.

Charlie backed me to my bed. I scooted back onto it and Charlie came up with me, laying me onto my back and then lying on top of me; nudging my legs apart with his knees and lowering his body onto mine.

No matter what you may have dreamed, until another boy actually lies down on you naked, and your cocks press between you, you have little idea what it’s like; particularly the way you’ll feel if the boy is one you have a crush on. Charlie’s legs rested between mine and I actually felt his balls settle on mine. I felt the firm, smooth skin of the outside of his thighs between the insides of mine. His taut belly settled on mine and pressed our cocks between us. His chest pressed mine, and he wrapped his arms over the top of my head as he hungrily covered my mouth with his. His weight settled onto my body, and I felt something close to sexual joy from Charlie lying on me like that. I rested my hands on his back, and discovered the pleasure of warm skin over a taught back.

Charlie’s slender hips began to move, and I was flooded with more, new sensations. He ground his cock beside mine. With a surprised moan, I opened my legs and reached down for his butt. I clutched it and ground my dick up against him. His butt was tight, but his skin there was surprisingly smooth and soft. I clutched at his bottom and fucked up against him. He fucked between my legs and probed deeply into my mouth with his tongue.

My hips took on a life of their own. My balls slid against Charlie’s, and his weight on the underside of my dick as I drove up against his belly, drove an animal excitement and pleasure. I twisted my face from Charlie’s, gasping for breath. My balls churned. I planted my feet on the bed and lifted my pelvis under Charlie’s, and with small cries, I spewed my almost-clear semen between our bellies.

I pumped it all out, and then with a slow groan, I lowered my butt back down to the bed.

“Oh, Charlie,” I murmured.

Charlie was far from done. He kissed softly over my face and down onto my neck, sliding his body down mine. He kissed my nipples, as if I were a girl. He closed his mouth on my right nipple and sucked.

My cock, which had begun to go soft, stiffened again. I moaned because of what he was doing to my nipple.

Charlie sucked my right nipple until I grabbed his head and my feet thrashed. Then he sucked my left until it happened again. He backed down between my legs and licked the cum of my belly.

I grew really hard, and my dick lifted off my belly because it looked like Charlie might give me a blow job.

It was even better than that.

Charlie drew his tongue down the underside of my cock. He held my legs widely apart and gazed down at my balls and cock it a way that made my dick even harder. He lifted my balls on his fingers and buried his face under them, rubbing his mouth against my perineum – that spot between your legs, from behind your balls to your asshole. I didn’t know the name then; I just knew that I loved what he was doing.

He licked from my asshole, up to my balls. And then he licked my balls. He sucked on them one at a time. He licked in the seams inside my legs. He rubbed his face all over my balls and cock. He did it all like a boy playing with toys, and I loved it. I loved being played with.

He took the base of my erection between his thumb and fingers and slapped it against the side of his cheek several times. He pointed it toward his mouth, and I held my breath.

Charlie opened his mouth and closed it over my cock, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Sensations of warmth and wet, and sliding lips and tongue traveled up and down my cock. It felt achingly long and hard.

Charlie looked up at me, and the sight of my cock in his mouth was utterly strange, but exciting.

Charlie bobbed rapidly. I tried closing my legs, but he held them open. He lifted his mouth from my cock and grinned at me.

“You like that?”

“Yes!”

He kissed the end of my cock. “I don’t want you to come again yet.” He got up off the bed and headed for the door, his boner wagging. “I’ll be right back.”

“What?”

It was an insane moment to leave, but Charlie was out the door, leaving me only the memory of his bare butt headed out the door. I laid my hand on my wet cock and rubbed Charlie’s saliva around. My knees were still wide open out to each side. I left them there because it felt good to have my legs stretched open.

Charlie returned with a big grin, a bobbing erection, a can of Crisco, and a bath towel.

“What are you doing with my mom’s Crisco?” I asked, puzzled.

“You’ll see,” he promised as he came to the bed. “Lift your butt.”

I planted my feet and lifted my butt. Charlie slid the towel under me. Then he pushed my knees up along my ribs.

“Keep your knees up,” he said.

I held my knees up, and watched with interest as he pulled the plastic lid off the Crisco can. I would have guessed what was coming if I had known you might need lube for it.

Charlie scooped a dollop of Crisco out on two fingers and pressed them into my crack. The Crisco felt cool, but I forgot about the coolness when his finger slid into my butthole.

“Oh!” I said with surprise.

Charlie moved his finger around inside me.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Kinda nice.”

“How’s this?” he asked, pulling his finger out and reinserting two Crisco-ed fingers.

“Okay,” I said. And it was. Maybe I was just loose. I really think most thirteen-year-old guys are, naturally.

Charlie scooped out another dollop of Crisco.

“Dude,” I protested, “you had those fingers in my butt.”

Charlie shrugged, applying the Crisco to his dick. “Crisco always gets cooked anyway. I’ll clean it up when we’re done.”

He slathered up his dick, and I finally put two and two together. “Are you going to fuck my butt?” I asked.

“Yep,” he said, wiping my dick with extra Crisco off his hand. “I’ve dreamed about your butt for like, two years.”

I rubbed my cock up against his Crisco-ed hand.

Charlie smiled. “Bet you never look at Crisco the same again.”

I was busy rubbing my cock against his hand. But then, Charlie took his hand away and scooted up on his knees till his dick touched my hole. I pulled my knees up along my sides more tightly, lifting my butt, trying to get a better look.

“You’ve really dreamed about my butt?” I asked, wanting to pursue that pleasing thought.

“Uh-huh,” Charlie said, rubbing his dickhead over my opening. He glanced up at me. “Especially this summer.” He eased his hips forward and I felt the blunt head of his dick enter me.

I stiffened and shut my eyes.

“Relax, Peter,” he said, rubbing my belly. He eased in a bit more.

“Why are you calling me Peter now?” I asked, taking my mind off the very large-feeling cock that was sliding up my butt.

“Because I want to,” he replied, watching his cock disappear inside me.

I felt his lap press my butt, and I felt his balls, and I knew he was all the way in. He dropped onto his hands over me, gazing down into my eyes.

“I want to call you something no one else calls you,” he said. “That’s why I’m gonna call you Peter.”

He pumped his hips slowly.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, gazing up at him. “Feel’s funny, but sorta good, you know?”

“How’s this?” he asked, pressing his loins to my bottom and grinding around.

“Oh! Good.”

“And this?” He banged my butt several times and I grabbed his ribs.

“That’s good, too,” I said when he stopped. “It’s starting to feel real good.”

“And how’s this?” he asked. He lay his body down onto mine, pressing his cheek to mine, and wrapping his arms under me. His taut belly rested on my upturned cock, and on my belly. His chest was on my chest.

I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed my cheek against his soft cheek. “Yeah,” I told him in a thick voice. “You feel good on me.”

He pumped his hips. I slid my hands down to his butt and felt his butt muscles flex with his movements. His dick felt better and better inside me, as did his belly, rubbing on my cock.

Charlie covered my mouth with his. I let go of his butt and reached up to run the fingers of both hands into the soft, furry hair on top of his head. His hips pumped, and he probed hungrily into my mouth with his tongue. I wrapped my legs around him. I used them for leverage to rub my cock up against his belly.

“You’re fuckin’ hot,” he murmured. His breath was in my ear.

I caressed back of his head. “This feels so good, Charlie,” I whispered.

He lifted his head and kissed over my face. The impacts of his pelvis against my butt grew harder and the slap of skin on skin, along with the rhythmic rocking of my bed echoed off the wooden floor of my room.

He sucked on my neck. I kissed the side of his head, holding it to my lips. “Charlie,” I murmured. “You’re going to make me come this way.”

He pounded harder; each impact of his pubic bone against my perineum gave a little explosion of pleasure. His cock pressed my prostate.

“You’re going to make me come,” I repeated louder. I rubbed my cock against his belly in counter-rhythm to his thrusts. Each impact drove me closer to coming.

My orgasm hit. I threw my head back, clutching at the hair at the back of his head.

“Ahyeee!” I cried out.

Charlie’s hips pumped frantically. My sphincter clenched hard on his cock with each pulse of sperm through my cock. Charlie held me tightly, drove in hard, and whimpered into my neck. I felt his cock pulse inside my butt.

We lay there, tightly embraced; breathing like runners.

Slowly, we relaxed. Charlie nuzzled the side of my face.

“That’s the most fantastic sex I’ve ever had,” he whispered.

“Me, too,” I whispered back.

Charlie lifted his head and grinned down at me. “You haven’t had any other sex.”

“But if I had,” I told him sincerely, “it wouldn’t have been as good.”

Charlie’s eyes roamed my face, and his smile faded. He dropped his face beside mine and hugged me hard, driving his cock up inside me. I wrapped my arms over the backs of his shoulders and rubbed my face against his.

“Is Neal your boyfriend?” I asked.

“No!” Charlie said with a snort. “We’re fuck buddies.”

“You fuck each other?”

“Yeah,” he said. With a sigh, he pulled his cock from inside me and rolled onto his back.

I felt naked without him on top of me, and I rolled up onto his side. Charlie wrapped his arm behind me and stroked my back. I laid my head on his shoulder.

“Does Neal fuck you?” I asked.

“Sometimes. But mostly, we suck each other’s dicks. That’s what Neal likes.”

“I like what we just did,” I said, feeling over the smooth skin of Charlie’s chest.

“But you liked when I sucked your dick, too,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but not like what we just did.”

“Yeah,” Charlie agreed.

“Is Neal your only fuck buddy?” I asked.

“I’ve screwed around with other guys, if that’s what you mean.”

“Yeah.”

“And not anybody except Neal since school’s been out for summer; and it’s not like Neal and I do that much.”

“Have you been fuck buddies for long?” I asked.

“Since we were eleven.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling a spike of jealousy.

Charlie kissed the top of my head. “I told you, though,” he said. “I’ve never had sex like we just had.”

I lifted my head and smiled at him.

Charlie stroked my hair. “Does your mom work every day?”

“Every week day,” I said, my smile becoming a grin.

Charlie grinned back, and traced inside my ear with his finger. “We can come here every day after morning workout and hang together until afternoon workout.”

“Yeah!” I agreed.

He traced outside my ear with his finger. “I’d invite you to sleepover tonight, but my stepdad’s a jerk.”

“You can sleepover here!” I said, hugging on to him. “I’ll call my mom. She’ll be fine with it.”

His hand behind me dropped to my butt and he gave it a squeeze. “I’ll check with my mom, too.”

We talked for probably half an hour, simply getting to know each other better through small confessions we would make to no one else. My package was pressed to his hip, and unused being pressed to another naked boy, my cock began to stir again. As we talked, I fondled Charlie’s balls and cock, encouraging his cock to grow again.

“Charlie?” I asked, once I had him hard again, “will you fuck me one more time.”

Charlie grinned and rolled me onto my back.

He fucked much longer than the first time, but still came before I did. I hugged onto him, fucking his belly, trying to come before his cock went soft inside my butt.

“Peter,” he murmured.

“Yeah?” I asked, distractedly.

“Would you like to try fucking me?”

I stopped. “It feels good like this,” I said, thoughtfully.

“You might like it.”

“Okay,” I said, wanting to see what it was like.

Charlie pulled out of me and sat up on his haunches. “Get up,” he told me.

I climbed off the bed, and Charlie lay down onto his stomach on the towel where I had been laying. He laid the side of his face on the backs of his hands. “Remember the Crisco,” he said.

I crawled up onto my knees beside Charlie’s legs and for a moment, simply admired his long legs, mounded butt, and slender back. His skin was smooth and hairless. His legs were parted and between them, I could see his balls resting on the towel. I ran my hand over the backs of his legs.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, softly.

Charlie lifted his butt and circled it invitingly. His balls and dick hung down and circled over the towel.

I laughed, and reached over the side to where Charlie had put the Crisco can on the floor. Scooping up a dollop, I pushed his left butt cheek to one side to open his crack, and I smoothed in Crisco. I inserted a finger through his pucker, and felt his tight ring close around it.

“You don’t have to loosen me up, Peter,” Charlie said. “Just grease your dick.”

My hand still had Crisco on it, so I smoothed it over my cock. I rubbed off the last of it on Charlie’s firm bottom and maneuvered to kneel between his legs.

Charlie parted his legs even wider and lifted his butt for me. Holding myself up on one hand, I grabbed my cock with the other and guided it into Charlie’s crack.

“Lower,” he said, lifting his butt an inch to meet me.

I aimed lower and found the softness of his pucker with my cockhead. I pressed forward, and felt the slide of his tightness over my crown and down onto my shaft. I gazed down at where the end of my cock was wedged in Charlie’s bottom. I pushed forward with my hips and watched my dick vanish into his crack. At the same time, his tightness passed down my shaft until my lap flattened Charlie’s bottom.

I lay down onto him. His firm back was under by chest. I wrapped my arms under him. The hump of his bottom under my lap felt as perfect as if by design. I pressed my mouth to his skin, between the backs of his shoulder blades, high up his spine. I pushed my cock in as far as I could, and felt my skin stretch down my shaft. I pulled my cock out and pushed back in and felt his tightness massage my length.

And then I cut loose. I pounded. I ground. I experimented with angles and thrusts, and found that I loved hanging on to Charlie and fucking his butt. More than just my dick felt good. Charlie felt good under me.

After the fucking he had just given me, it didn’t take long for me to finally come. I ground into him because grinding felt best of all, and I came with my cock stretched up him as far as it would go. I strained; I grunted. My dick throbbed inside him until I’d squirted all I could squirt.

I relaxed, happily, onto Charlie.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, kissing the back of his neck. “But I liked you fucking me as much or more.”

“I like that, too,” he said. “I like how I feel.”

“I like how I feel,” I said.

“No,” he said, and Charlie looped an arm back to pull me off his backside and down onto my back. He moved over my chest with his chest and gazed down into my eyes. “I meant,” he said, quietly, “I like how I feel about you when we’re doing like we did before. I mean… I… ”

I nodded and laid my hand on the side of his face. “I like how I feel about you, right now, Charlie.”

He kissed me, and then he hugged me hard to him. “I’m gonna sleepover here tonight,” he whispered, “and I’m going to hold you, all night. Next week, I’ll come home with you after morning workout, and we’ll do this every day.”

I nuzzled into his neck and kissed the edge of his collarbone. “Lay on me like this, Charlie. We can take a nap like this, okay? And then maybe eat something before afternoon workout.”

“Okay,” he said, pulling my pillow under the back of my head and laying the side of his face on on the pillow beside me, with his lips near my ear. He pulled my body mostly under him.

“Peter,” he whispered.

“Yeah.”

“I just like saying it… Peter.” He hugged me, and sighed contentedly.

I smiled. “Char-lie,” I said, giving each of the two syllables a little love. I snuggled into him, happily, and hugged around his chest. We grew quiet, and dozed off.

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