Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2010 16:48:40 -0500
From: Me truly <tothinktrue@gmail.com>
Subject: Making me Happy (7/7)

A note to my readers: this will be the final chapter in the "Making me
Happy" series. I may continue to follow the characters in another series,
but for now Ryan's tale will conclude.

Now you may remember from previous chapters that love has bloomed. Ryan's
true goal is to be with Charlie, a friend he made over summer holiday.
Charlie recently showed that he may have feelings for Ryan, but our
protagonist is confused as to what to do. Instead of dealing with his
feelings for Charlie, he's been tempting a girl in his class. Weird, as he's
gay...anyway, the story unfolds.

Chapter 7: All is Revealed

   I love Saturday mornings. I ate a bowl of cereal to the sounds of cartoon
violence. My brother Max occasionally mimicked the cat and mouse on the show
and walloped me in the arm or leg. After the third or fourth time this
happened I dropped my cereal on the coffee table and tackled my little bro.
   He screamed and laughed as I tried my best to pin him down. His time on
the school swim team was serving him well. Six months ago he wouldn't have
stood a chance against me, but now he was almost able to lift me off him. He
bucked, lifting us both up then sending us crashing to the floor with a loud
slam.
   "GODDAMN IT! RYAN! MAX! CUT THAT OUT!" my mother's scream echoed down the
hall.
   "Sorry Mom!" I called back, holding Max in a tight sleeper hold. I choked
off his air as his face turned redder and redder. He tried to beat me
away but his attempts were feeble. I waited until I thought he was just
about passed out before I let him go. He slumped to the floor gasping and
coughing.
   "Asshole," he choked out. I just grinned.

   Today was Saturday, so I was feeling good. No school, no homework, no
hassle. I could relax all day. But I wouldn't. I had a plan. A mission
really. Today I promised myself I would seduce Charlie o'Hoole, the young
man who had recently become my best friend. I thought back on the events
that had brought me to where I was. Six months ago I was a sad, introverted,
homosexual in denial. I was still introverted, and I wasn't exactly 'out' to
anyone, but hey, I was happy! It all started with Claire, my beautiful on
again off again girlfriend.

   Six months ago she had convinced me she was the only girl worthy of me.
Considering I had no interest in girls whatsoever I had assumed she was
right. She used me. She abused me. She slandered my name. She threw me away.
It sucked at first, but I'd rather be me right now. At least I hadn't been
kicked out of school. (Apparently I wasn't the only one she toyed with. One
kid on the basketball team wasn't as quiet as I was about what she did with
men.) Claire had hurt me, but more importantly, she made me reevaluate
myself. She made me question my sexuality.
   If Claire had given me questions, Andy had given me answers. Andy was a
freshman, one of Max's friends. Just thinking about him made me feel like a
dirty old man. Of course when it came to the two of us, Andy was definitely
the perv. He had watched me jerkoff in the privacy of my own bedroom then
used the situation to try to hit on me. I don't blame him too much. He was
drunk at the time, and I know what its like to be a lonely, gay, teenage
boy. Course it doesn't hurt that he's extremely cute. There I go with my
dirty mind again...
   After Andy I had an encounter with my friend Tommy. Supposedly he's
straight, but he sure acted like a bitch when I gave him a blowjob. And then
there's Erin, the pretty girl I sit with in math. Now I feel a little bad
about Erin. I'm totally using her, Just like Claire used me, just like Tommy
used me. But you know what? She loves being used...just like I do.  My penis
and her pussy have been wetmates for a week now. In fact just last night I
fucked her in public. We went to one of the bad movies showing at the
theater. The place was deserted, but I've heard through the grape vine that
the boys running the movie can see what goes on in the darkness of the
backrows. That's why we decided to go there. I love the naughty feelings it
gave me. So erotic knowing that right above our heads some guy was watching
this chick give a showy blowjob then get railed right there in the seats.
Since we didn't kicked out I can only assume he enjoyed the show. The night
before that I licked her pussy into a frenzy right next to where her parents
and little brother were sleeping. Erin's shrieking actually woke them up.
She had to tell them I scared her. Yeah right, I scared her vagina into a
dripping, screaming, orgasm. This girl is beautiful. She's fun. She flashy!
But most of all she's a great distraction.
   See the pussy I'd rather sink my tongue into is the boypussy belonging to
my new friend, the gorgeous Charlie o'Hoole.
Charlie is what I like to call a wet dream. A five foot four, 140 lb beauty.
Slender frame, small but willowy and strong. A soft almost girlish face and
sexy longish hair that only made him seem even girlier. It's funny because
for the longest time I couldn't tell if Charlie was straight or gay. Now I
know he's gay.
   I made him tell me.
      Sort of...

   I owe several things to Charlie. First, my addiction to weed. Now, I know
that it's not a physically addictive drug that gives you withdrawals and
shit. I know that. But I also know how often I think about smoking. How
often I wish I could step out of class for five minutes and get totally
baked.
   Honestly, I don't know why they don't allow students to smoke, it would
totally improve my attention span. At least I wouldn't hate the information
being fed to me, to the point where I put my head down and sleep. I might
still sleep, but it'd probably be because of the weed. Hmm...I guess that's
why...
   Anyway, the second thing I owe to Charlie (and all the aforementioned
people) was the fact that I finally accepted myself for who I am. And who
was I? That summer, a young teenage boy with a blossoming sexuality and
recent discoveries to explore in depth? I was kind of becoming a slut. Which
is why I decided to call Erin.

   Item #1 on my agenda for the day: Dump the girl. I was losing passion and
because of that I was losing the ability to get it up on command for her.
   "I'm sorry, Erin," I was saying, "but I'm gay." There was silence on the
other line for a long time.
   Then: "Really?" I just nodded. Silence again.
   "I guess I kinda knew," she said after a while. Really? How? "You used to
moan like a bitch when I played with your asshole. I should have known since
I always had to tease your ass before you got hard." Longer silence.
   "Well, we don't have to date or anything but...can will you still fuck me
sometimes?" My turn for surprise. She told me how much she loved my cock and
how she wanted in her hands, her  mouth, her pussy, her ass. Now. Later.
Always. The rest of the call went well. Item one, check.

   Item #2: Formulate plan of attack. This is where Erin really came through
for me. She was curious about my admission and asked me all about guys. I
eventually let my plan slip and she snatched it up.
   "Ooooh, Charlie as in blond Charlie with the purple hoodie? He's sooooo
hot! How are we gonna get him into bed?" Surprise for me again.
   "We? Uh, this is my project. Solo. Get it?" Through the phone I could
practically hear her shaking her head.
   "Fuck no, you need help. You really think you can get him by yourself?
Besides, would I let a fine piece of ass like you get with a fine piece of
ass like blond Charlie and not take my cut? I don't think so!"
   "I don't know if he likes girls, Erin. I think he's a one genitalia kind
of guy. As in dick." She laughed at that.
   "So aren't you. You're still willing to fill my hole." With the mouth she
had, I was beginning to wonder how many guys she'd been with. Maybe I should
get tested...
   "Besides, you totally don't have the balls to get with him without my
help." Her logic was sadly accurate. I had been wondering exactly how I
might seduce him. Erin had the plan.

   Item #3: Execute phase one of operation Get With Charlie. That night I
called him, carefully adhering to the script Erin and I had drafted. He
sounded happy when I told him I needed some weed. He was even happier when I
asked him to keep me company that evening. My parents were staying at my
aunt's this weekend along with my brother and one of his friends. I told
Charlie that we could order some pizza and watch a movie or something. I
"jokingly" told him to bring a condom - Erin's idea - and he laughed. He
told me he'd be there in a couple hours and hung up.

   It was 6:00pm and my stomach was in knots when Charlie finally rang the
doorbell. I quickly ran over to the thermostat and boosted the heat by a few
degrees. I then let him in barely daring to risk a breath. I was really
quiet as we got settled in to the point where he asked me if something was
up.
  We watched tv for about and hour laughing and joking around. I couldn't
help but glance over at him every now and then. His trademark hoodie was
unzipped halfway, revealing the slight bulge of his pec under his wife
beater. The lights played along his slender neck and chest, making me hotter
than I'd been in weeks. At one point he kicked his shoes off and pulled his
legs up under him, nudging his shirt up just enough for me to catch glimpse
of the soft skin of his belly. And once or twice I thought I saw him
returning the sidelong glances, trying to remain unnoticed.
   Eventually we decided it was pizza time. We discussed our choices and I
got up to get the phone and place our order. On my way I cranked the heat up
a little bit. We watched tv for a while longer waiting for the delivery. I
noticed charlie pull off his head and unzip his hoodie the rest of the way.
Now his hair was fully visible in all it's messy glory. The way it framed
his face captured the boyish beauty of him. One of his shoulders was in full
view now as well. The doorbell rang and I got up and boosted the heat again
before answering the door and paying for the pizza.
   When I went back into the living room Charlie had discarded the hoodie
altogether. Oh God, it's working! Phase one was nearly complete. Almost time
for phase two...I set down the pizza box and a couple plates and asked him
if he wanted a drink. I knew full well what he'd ask for...a glass of water.
I was happy to oblige...I poured two big glasses of water and carried them
back to my prey. I held his glass out to him. When he went to grab it I
pulled it up a little bit and pushed it forward, throwing the glass on it's
side and sloshing water all down Charlie's chest. The water caused his shirt
to cling to his body and I almost boned up right there at the sight.
   "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I said even as I continued to pour water on
him. The wet spot had reached his lap as well, spreading over his crotch.
   "Oh man," Charlie said, "That sucks!" I bit my lip hoping that the rest
of the plan would carry on. This was the point where I could easily lose
him. We were both still for one long moment. Then Charlie broke the silence
with a hearty laugh, and I knew I was in the clear.
   "I'll get one of my shirts," I said standing to do just that.
   "No, that's alright. It's kinda nice really. You're house is fuckin hot
as balls." I laughed a little trying to hide my disappointment. I'd been
hoping to see him change his shirt in front of me. Then a light clicked on.
   "Well, feel free to take it off then," I said as casually as I could
manage.
   "Naw man, this is cool." Oh well, at least I could see his nipples
through the wet fabric. And the way his shirt clung to him was electrifying.

   It took me a while to work up the nerve to execute the next phase of the
plan. Finally I just blurted out "Do you wanna watch this cool movie I
found? It's kinda like a..." I couldn't say the next part. Come on, Ryan,
don't be a PUSSY! I took a deep breath and continued in a low voice. "It's
kind of like a porno." He looked a little confused. His grey eyes peered
into my soul for what seemed like an eternity before he nodded.
   "Sure, yeah, that's cool, whatever." Was his response because he thought
the suggestion was weird? Was he afraid I would show him straight porn or
something? Or was he just...shy?
   The movie started innocently enough...well as innocently as any porn
could. It showed an extremely cute guy getting smashed at a party. His
buddies kept throwing girls his way, but the cute guy would barely look at
them. Finally one of the girls was on his lap with her hand up his shirt and
she convinced him to go to the bedroom with her. She takes him by the hand
and leads him away. Before he goes however, he casts a meaningful look at
another boy at the party. The next five minutes showed the beautiful boy
fucking his brains out. During this scene I kept glancing at Charlie to see
if he reacted or said anything. I wondered if he noticed how the camera
spent most of the time watching the boy and how the girl never even showed
her pussy. You saw her tits. You saw her ass. You saw his pubes, but no
pussy. Charlie said nothing.
   After the scene I looked over at him and said, "Crazy movie huh?" He
mumbled something inaudible back, but his eyes flicked immediately back to
the screen. Onscreen the cute star was walking down a typical looking school
hallway. Beautiful looking boys and girls streamed past on either side. He
was flanked by a couple of guys, equally cute. Eventually he was approached
by a couple of girls who tittered with rumors of his previous night. The
studly star smiled proudly and glorified his deed with a retelling, all the
while casting secret glances over the girls' shoulders and at the same boy
he'd looked at at the party.
    Here I shot a look toward Charlie. He was totally engrossed in the
fabulous face onscreen. I checked him out up and down. The water had all
dried, but as I looked him over I saw the telltale bulge in his skinny
jeans. I grinned to myself. After another couple of seconds I decided to
make my move. I got up under the pretense of getting another piece of pizza,
sliding next to him on the couch so I could reach the box. I scooted close
enough that his feet kind of bumped up against my leg. He jumped a little
and gave me a look from the side. I just stayed there and munched on the
pizza. He didn't move even though I was practically sitting on him. Next I
grabbed the remote from the couch and turned up the volume a little bit.
when I put my arm down I made sure to use Charlie's leg as an armrest. This
earned me another look, a little longer this time. Then he turned slightly,
opening his body up towards me. This caused my arm to slip down a little,
slightly closer to being between his legs. I could feel my heartbeat trying
to knock out my eardrums. I could hear little else.
   Onscreen the two boys had finally found each other in the locker room and
were having a passionate half naked conversation. Don't ask me what they
were saying. When the supporting character put his hand on the main
character's bare, sweaty chest, Charlie sort of twisted again, like he was
trying to knock my hand into his lap. I very determinedly kept my hand where
it was, for fear of going to far and ruining this fun little game we were
playing. I tried to focus only on the movie. When I glanced at Charlie
again, he was staring right at me, the bulge in his pants now brutally
obvious. As was my own I should add. Keeping eye contact he shifted his legs
again, opening them slightly and this time I let my hand fall where it
wanted. I could feel the pulse in his erection. I stared at him for a moment
longer before I lunged over the couch and went in for his face.
   Our lips met with a furious hunger that only months of unspoken lust
could inspire. His mouth seemed to have no taste at all...more like it was
an extension of my own. Every other kiss I'd ever shared had seemed slightly
alien. Like my body was trying to revolt against foreign flesh. But
Charlie's mouth...was home. Our tongues wandered over each other like long
lost friends reunited by chance in some unexpected place. My weight pressed
down on him and I could feel his stomach, smooth and slender, but strong. I
could also feel his crotch - and my own - both sporting painful erections,
begging, BEGGING to be released.
   I ground against him in a dry humping motion. My hand wandered up under
his wife beater, following the soft ravine that lead from his belly button,
upwards between his nipples, only to end in the dip his collarbone made
under his throat. I let my fingers play along his ribs feeling and counting
each one as he passionately bucked under me. His boner was obviously driving
him crazy, but I kept my hands above the belt. It had taken too long to get
to this point for me to dive right in.
   Instead I cupped one of his pecs, feeling the nipple there and the soft
hairs that outlined it. I bucked in time with his writhing motions. I
realized my eyes were squeezed tightly shut and forced them open. I found
that his beautifully deep grey eyes were already trained on mine, as though
he could see right through my eyelids, through my eyes themselves, and into
my soul. At long last I felt like I was who I wanted to be. The boy who
could take care of my affection.
   I felt Charlie's hand slide down my back and onto my butt, grasping my
cheeks through my jeans. He squeezed them gently as he simultaneously pulled
me down onto him and pushed his pelvis up. He wanted to connect our penises.
I knew it in a way I'd never known anything before. And I knew I wanted the
same thing.
   Suddenly his hands slipped up off my ass and onto the part of my back
that had been exposed during our playing. He held them there for a second
before sliding them back down, this time pushing between my pants and my
boxers. His fingers seared my flesh and my face grew red from the near skin
to skin contact. Barely a millimeter of cloth was between up. Then Charlie
spoke.
   "Ryan, I'm sorry, this is weird."
   "Do you want to stop?" I whispered in a husky voice, dreading the answer.
   "It's just, I've wanted this for so long...ever since we met in the
headshop I've thought you were cute. I just didn't think you were gay or
anything. And now..." He trailed off.
   "Don't worry," I said, "I'm definitely gay." I lowered myself for another
kiss and pressed downward with my whole body as much as I could, not wanting
to hurt him, but wanting us as close to each other as humanly possible. I'm
definitely gay. Words that I couldn't even say to myself last year, and yet
they carried the weight of my entire being. As if admitting it was admitting
that I was in fact a person. And I realized I was truly happy.
   I finally decided to venture down to his private parts. When I received
no further complaint, I decided to dive in. My hands explored the nexus
between his legs until I found what I was searching for. That hot, hard
piece of meat that made a man what he was, and brought two men closer
together than they'd ever been.
   He was steel. At least five inches, maybe more and surprisingly thick. I
wondered for a second how he hid his boners in school considering how tight
his pants were. This thought only lasted a second as he pushed me up
slightly and fumbled past my groping hands with his open. I heard a zip.
Then I felt his fingers at the top of my jeans. This time I felt the zip
rather than heard it. I felt the loosening as my fly came down. I felt his
fingers desperately searching for my cock. They found what they were looking
for and my erection sprang loose. Then he pulled me down again.
   The shock of hard flesh on hard flesh created an almost palpable tension
between us. The feeling of his meat pushing against my own was so strong, so
physical, so RIGHT. We sped up our humping. The friction of my tender flesh
between our jeans was slightly painful, as I knew it must have been for him,
but we just bumped away. We had stopped kissing, instead focusing entirely
on our lower regions. My cockhead slipped into his open flyhole, sliding up
into his forest of pubes. The feeling thrilled in my entire self. I pushed
in deeply, moaning in pleasure. Charlie had all but stopped moving. I pumped
into his crotch hole over and over until finally it welled up inside me and
I had to spew. Load after load of hot seed spilled onto the area just above
the base of his dick. My sensitive penis loved the sensation. But Charlie
was still rigidly hard. I pulled out and away from him, watching a thing
shimmering strand of cum stretch between from my dick to his fly. His
erection still pulsed proudly in the air. I took it in my hands and stroked
it a couple of times. Again, the weight of his member seemed so right to me.
Like it was something I was always meant to have. And I meant to have it.
   Without warning him I plunged down taking him all the way to the back of
my throat. Good thing Tommy had made me suck him off, or I would have been
unprepared. Especially since Charlie's seed flooded my mouth almost
immediately. Without choking or gagging I managed to get it all down. I
luxuriated in the smell of his sex as I lazily pumped his shaft with my
hand, trying to squeeze the last little bit of semen into my mouth. After I
had milked him all I could, I collapsed onto him, both of us breathing
heavily.
   I could feel my juices squelching in his pants. I lay my head on his firm
chest, instantly picking up the sound of his heartbeat, still a little quick
from our fun.
   "Hey Charlie," I said. When I glanced up at him he was looking down at me
with pure adoration. "Be my boyfriend, ok?"

The End!

Ok! That's it for Ryan and Charlie. At least in this series...they may yet
return...if you want them to. I'd love feedback on this latest chapter and
on the series as a whole. Please email me at tothinktrue@gmail.com. Well
that's all for this evening so I hope you enjoyed it. I also hope you came
as hard reading it as I did dreaming it up. I have really fallen in love
with Charlie, as much as Ryan has, so I'd like to do a story from his
perspective. Thoughts, comments, ideas? Send em my way. Other than that,
have a wonderful night.
Bye!






(bonus)
Epilogue---
   I sat back on my bed with Charlie's slender form pressed up against me.
He was gently rocking his hips, making my cock twitch every now and then.
   "I'm so glad we're together now," Charlie whispered, barely audible.
   "Me too..." My grin faded as a thought occurred to me. "You know," I
said, "I sort of owe it to someone that I had the nerve to get together with
you. If it wasn't for her, I'd still be jacking off furiously while I
pictured you naked." Charlie laughed.
   "Who is this 'she' you speak of?"
   "Well..." I began slowly, not sure how to proceed. "Let's just say I owe
her. Well WE owe her really..."
   "WE do, do we?" he answered. "And what do we owe her?"
   "Well..." I trailed off again. I was quiet for a long time until Charlie
rolled over to face me, pressing our bodies tighter against each other.
   "Well what?" he insisted.
   "Well...what do you think of a threesome?"