A gay story: Like a Virgin? I arrived home to find Charlie, a very quiet and polite young man, who occupied the rented apartment above mine, frantically searching through his pockets for the key that would allow him to gain entry to our condo.
It turned out that Charlie’s niece had been playing with his keys earlier in the day and had removed his apartment keys, just leaving his car key on his key-ring. Charlie was visibly relieved when I told him he didn’t have to drive another four hours plus back to his parent’s home. I offered Charlie a bed for the night on my comfortable sofa. It would be quite straight forward getting a set of spare keys from the apartment letting agency in the morning.
I let us both into my little abode. I watched Charlie closely as his wide blinking eyes flittered everywhere. His thick black horn-rimmed spectacles sparkled, taking in all my photos and knick-knacks. Charlie then managed a smile for the first time since I’d encountered him on my doorstep.
The kitchen was our first priority. As I had correctly assumed, the long drive had left a bit of a hole that needed filling. The smell of frying bacon that had assailed my nostrils from upstairs to stir me on many Sunday mornings pointed me the right direction. I knew Charlie was partial to this fare, so I nimbly set about preparing a unique fry-up.
I had three pans on the go at once. All set off in stages, of course. I soon had a sizzling spectacle on the go that made our mouths water.
Charlie pitched in, turning over the bacon, stirring the fried tomatoes, and whisking the eggs. I buttered some doorstep slices of bread as I gazed at Charlie from across the kitchen really taking him in for the first time.
Since Charlie had move into our condo about three months previously, we had only ever greeted each other in passing, on the stairs, or as I was entering/leaving the building, or vice versa. What I then noticed was a lovely, early twenty something, very polite, inoffensive, seemingly confident and charming young man who it was a pleasure to be in the company of.
What came to light a little later was that Charlie wasn’t all that confident at all. Charlie sometimes felt as if he was a little too eager to please sometimes. Most of all, Charlie wanted to lose at least twenty pounds of what he termed “ugly fat”.
After consuming our hearty impromptu meal, not bothering too much with the niceties of table manners, our sighing noises of satisfaction were slightly comical. The need for food had outweighed any sense of decorum. Belching aloud seemed a bit over the top so I pardoned myself with a slight burp. Charlie did likewise. Then we alighted to my ‘lounge’.
I had two easy and a large sofa in my lounge. The comfy, easy chairs were the choice of both Charlie and I. We both sat across the room from each other stupidly grinning. We very quickly managed to get outside of a couple bottles of quite strong South African Pinot Noir.
It was during this time that Charlie began to unburden his soul, estimating his self-worth. Just when I started to think I had invited a sad drunk into my home, Charlie thanked me profusely for satiating his need to be rescued, fed and watered. Charlie said I was his hero. I had the good grace to appear embarrassed. Charlie then alluded to his car full of dirty washing that he had brought back from his week’s stay at his parent’s place.
What next caught my attention was his vivid description of how his sticky, sweat-stained under-garment was clinging to him, and he felt he would need to remove them soon.
I quite excitedly and tipsily interjected that I would be more than pleased to accept such a gift, and I was only sorry that his discomfort would afford me such pleasure.
With a triumphant, “here then,” in one swift move Charlie half staggered upright and pulled off his trousers and soiled undergarment and hurled them in my direction. Charlie’s underpants landed on my head. I let them slide down to cover my face and nostrils. I inhaled deeply. I was able appreciate Charlie’s perspective. I could almost taste the tangy, musky aroma of urine mixed with sweat. I loosened my belt and opened the buttons to my trousers. Unzipping myself allowed me to unburden the bulge that had grown too much to bear.
I skillfully maneuvered Charlie’s oversized gift from my head to my crotch area where I used the garment as a sheath to slowly masturbate myself. I gripped my throbbing cock and began to slowly jerk off. I caught a glimpse of a skid mark in their gusset. This excited me a little more.
Managing to catch sight of Charlie through half closed eyes, I was thrilled and surprised to see a half-naked Charlie pounding urgently.
My gradual increase in my own pumping action, including the pleasurable groans I was loudly proclaiming, spurred Charlie on to lose all inhibitions, and in turn wank himself even harder. We found ourselves in a race, of which I of course won — due in part to my extremely competitive nature, and being highly sexed.
A huge spurt of pure white ejaculate shot from my over-worked, severely manipulated cock in three long bursts. The delight and pure enjoyment of this sight was mirrored in the manic grin illuminating from Charlie’s innocent countenance.
Determined not to be left behind, Charlie dutifully made his own climactic statement sixty seconds later with all the ceremony, jerky spasms and finesse of somebody trying to jump start their car on a chilly morning.
In that moment, there has possibly never been such a look of contented peace and serenity that encapsulated Charlie’s precise demeanor, thick black glasses, angelic chubby face, and all.
In seconds we had both cleaned-up matter-of-factly, and moved back into the kitchen to wash up. It was as if the previous thirty minutes had never happened.
In complete silence Charlie handed me plates, cups and cutlery that I expertly rinsed and left to drain. When the exercise had finished I gazed into Charlie’s eyes penetrating the thick lenses of his sexy glasses and said, “Will you sleep in my bed tonight?”
With only a moment’s hesitation Charlie gently touched my arm, the first time there had been any physical contact between us. Charlie leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I’m still a virgin!”
I didn’t know how to respond to that reply so. I just dumbly repeated my question again. This time Charlie smiled and nodded. This made me happy. For reasons I couldn’t quite fathom Charlie wanted to retrieve his ‘nightwear’ from his car, which he did!
I graciously let Charlie use the bathroom first before we retired. After I had brushed my teeth and adjusted my parts, I grabbed the tube of lube, a couple of condoms and headed for the bedroom.
Lying prone in my bed Charlie was stretched out with his spectacles still on. The duvet was pulled up to his chest, covering, as I soon discovered, his cotton pajamas covered in embroidered cute bears, and a pair of woolen bed socks. For a fleeting moment I began to wonder if we were both of the same mind regarding the end game of this enterprise.
Putting my accoutrements on the bedside table, I closed the bedroom door and switched off the light. Being accustomed to moving around my room in the dark I nimbly stepped out of my underpants, and in my semi-erect state perched on the side of the bed, seated myself in such a position so as not to squash Charlie too much, but not to slip to the floor. I felt for Charlie’s glasses and gently removed them. Instinctively I placed them on the bedside cabinet.
I leaned forward and brushed my lips against Charlie’s to initiate our tryst. As we kissed and played with each other using darting tongues, the urgency grew. Charlie pushed his tongue into my mouth with some force. He tasted of Pinot Noir and toothpaste. Charlie was a delicious, beautiful, delicate flower about to be plucked. I had a plan and modus operandi that had always worked like a charm. I was going to execute this method successfully.
I suddenly pulled away and stood. Dragging back the duvet I proceeded to remove Charlie’s bed socks one by one. With the assistance of Charlie raising his buttocks slightly I was able to successfully slide off a pair of pajama bottoms. When I turned back to the bed after draping them across the chair adding to our discarded clothes, Charlie handed me his pajama top. The boy was now on board. It was time to get proceedings started.
Starting at Charlie’s left ankle I delicately kissed every inch moving up his leg and brushing my lips lightly over his inviting, soft skin. I stopped my journey when lips encountered hair and stiffness. I repeated exactly the same process giving my full attention to Charlie’s right leg. When hovering over my goal, I breathed heavily and inhaled deeply breathing in the tangy smell of what lay ahead. I felt Charlie quiver slightly as I rubbed my tongue along the shat of his erect penis. As I took him in my mouth and gently sucked I heard a deep, heart-felt sigh.
With a little more urgency and enthusiasm I started to give Charlie a blow job he would always remember. Increasing my rhythmical speed, I set about the task of making Charlie cum with my mouth.
Alternating between fast then slow strokes, I began to produce those requisite grunts of pleasure I set out to exact. The familiar sensation of hot semen filled my mouth in spasms and spurts. I was extremely pleased with myself at this point.
I decided it was time that my own needs should now take precedence. Not wishing to break the spell of the moment, I brought the proceeding to an abrupt halt by swiftly standing. I rapidly donned a condom and liberally smothered my rock-hard cock with lube. I felt for Charlie’s hand and slid the tube into it. He knew what to do. In the semi-darkness I could make out Charlie studiously, necessarily greasing his entrance.
Within seconds I was kneeling again between Charlie’s legs missionary style. We were face-to-face in the dark. Experience had told me this was the preferred position for first-timers. With the tip of my penis resting at the entrance to his butt cheeks, I asked Charlie if he was ready. Before the ‘s’ had finished sounding from Charlie’s affirmative reply, with one quick stroke I applied a little pressure and was home.
I have to admit, my de-flowering anticlimactic results had me a little perplexed. The absolute lack of any pain, or any apparent discomfort on Charlie’s part (which to be extremely honest about, I was mightily relieved), did however give me pause for thought. Had Charlie just been teasing me all along?
I wanted to believe not. It didn’t really matter though, as I was more determined than ever to give this bloke the best fucking of his short life so far.
With my mind back on the job I took my full weight on both my elbows and began to powerfully thrust. The tight grip Charlie’s tight little ass had on my throbbing cock gave me ripples of erogenous thrills. Charlie was taking this all in his stride, so to speak. Now with a firm grip on both my buttocks, my lover was strenuously encouraging my frantic thrusts with his full assistance. I was expecting to feel the grip of Charlie’s legs anchoring my torso to hiss at any moment, but that occurrence never materialized. The manic pace did continue though.
I started to slow down and speed up my pumping action to vary proceedings. Judging by the sounds and spasms emanating from Charlie’s compliant, willing body, he was getting the better of the deal.
It was with mounting horror and dismay I considered the fact I may not in fact be able to ejaculate. This indeed would be a first, and it started to worry me greatly. I soldiered on though.
Upping the pace even more, I was starting to sweat profusely and edge towards exhaustion. When I was just about to accept defeat, the faint stirrings of an orgasm slowly began to mount. Forgetting any thoughts regarding Charlie’s first initiation and experience in the art of love, I banged harder and more furiously, hell for leather, in order to satisfy my own immediate needs. Sure enough, all of a sudden I exploded with an almighty shudder and three long, hard thrusts that surely unsettled Charlie somewhat.
Sliding out of Charlie, I let my now full condom fall to the floor.
A quick squeeze told me that Charlie was ready for action again. Grabbing the lube I generously anointed myself and lay face down, encouraging Charlie to climb on from behind. Charlie knew what was expected and eagerly complied.
As Charlie satisfied his lust with frantic thrusts, I lay there feeling honored to be giving this lovely person his first sexual encounter, or so I hoped. It didn’t take too long for Charlie to climax and breathlessly ease out of me.
As the power started to drain from my weary cock, and it started to soften a little, I reflected on what an eventful day it had been for me and my new friend.
It was quite a squeeze eventually getting my comparatively small frame and Charlie’s into the same single bed following his deflowering (if that’s actually what it was).
Only four things slightly rankled to varying degrees. Charlie fell asleep before I did. Charlie Snored. Charlie dribbled. Charlie left a skid mark on my bed sheet.