Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 08:59:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Willie Hewes <williehewes@yahoo.com>
Subject: the learning years (7)

Part 07

      "Er, something pretty important. I'm sorry." He looked like he meant
that last bit. "I have to go there. You can... you can stay here, if you
want to, I'll only be gone for an hour, tops."
      Menno checked his watch. "You've got 15 minutes to get to the science
park. I wish you Good Luck."
      "Yeah, that's ok," I said to Charlie. He gave me a quick kiss, and
then dashed out. Menno zapped on the TV.

     Having nothing better to do, I started to take the dishes to the
kitchen, and blowed out the candles.
     "Sorry, kid," Menno said, "didn't mean to crash your party."
     "That's ok," I sighed. He was watching MTV, Britney Spears sang to him
she wanted to be hit one omre time.
     "She's kind of hot, don't you think?"
     "She's the prototype of the New Dumb Blonde if you ask me." It had
slipped out before I realised Menno's tangles were blond too. But he didn't
seem to mind.
     "Exactly," he said, "I like 'em dumb."
     I sat down next to him, and watched Britney's famous backflip.
     "So, have you done it yet?"
     I was stunned. "What?"
     "Have you done it yet," he explained, "have you done it with
Charlesy?"
     "I, ah, m..." I stammered. Menno grinned at me, his eyes closed to
slits.
     "No? Hm, that surprises me. Charles is usually faster than that. I
wonder what he's up to." I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. I
looked at the tv-screen as if it would tell me the answers.
     "Wait, you are, like, sexually interested in him, aren't you? I
mean..."
     "Yes! Of course," I cried out.
     "Oh, ok, for a moment there, I was worried..." Menno Babbled. Without
listening to him, I went on, "He's my boyfriend. And we haven't had sex yet
because we feel very strongly about each other, and we wanna do it
somewhere and at a moment that we can take our time and make it something
special." It looks really self-assured on paper, but frankly, it came out
with a lot of pauses and stammering. Menno listened patiently, looking from
me to the tv and back. When he felt sure that I had finished, he said,
     "Ah, the You-are-so-special-routine."

     I should not have listened to him. I should have trusted in Charlie,
isn't that what love is supposed to be about? That you trust each other?
But what Menno told me in the moments that followed caught me
off-guard. How much did I really know about Charlie? Not all that much. And
what about the night we met, when he told me he would break my heart? What
was that supposed to mean? The picture Menno scetched of my Charlie was
very different from the one I had in my head, even though he didn't really
tell me anything, he merely suggested. Two other freshmen, the owner of the
gym, the med-student.
     "...and they kissed and all, right in front of us. It was disgusting,
I mean, really. They were All Over each other." The image exited as much as
it make me jealous. It was very confusing. I wanted him to stop, and at the
same time, I could't hear enough of it.
     "So that's when we made that rule, no necking in the fusion. But I
suppose he didn't tell you about that one, either."
     "Yeah, no, he did. He told me," I said. It was the first thing I said
in a long time. It was followed by a long silence. Then Menno suddenly
said,

     "Don't worry about that. Charlie's a real treat in bed." I looked
up. "Or so I heard," he added innocently. For the first time, I began to
see Menno differently. Was he...? But I didn't get time to think about it.
     "Hey, d'you wanna learn a little trick? When you suck his cock, don't
immediately take it in your mouth. Eat it from the side, like this." He bit
down on the side of his finger, then wiped it quickly on his jeans. "Exept
don't bite, of course. Just lick, and suck and, make sure you concentrate
on that line on the underside." He grinned. "He just DIES when you do
that."

     I stared at him, aghast. He stared back, cocky, self-assured. He had
planned this, but I didn't know, then.
     "What's the matter?" he asked in a confidential tone, "Getting a bit
exited?" That was an understatement. My hard-on was throbbing like
mad. "That's alright. So am I." He grabbed himself, still looking at
me. For a second or so, I wondered where this was going. And then it was
too late. His left arm snaked around my shoulder to keep me in place, his
right hand ripped open my trousers. It happened so quickly. I gasped. He
moved his hand up and down slowly, rhythmically. His face was very close to
mine. "Relax, Eddy-boy," He wispered in my ear. "Don't struggle." I
complied. It was strange, I wanted him to stop, he was not the one that
should be doing this, but it felt so good... Too good to stop him. When he
felt I gave in, he took his hand from my shoulder and bent over to
demonstrate the "trick" he had just explained to me. His lips were soft,
and warm. His tongue seemed like a tiny creature, crawling and lapping at
my skin. I looked at the tv, but the colours blurred. Red and silver. I
moaned and let my head drop back, surrendered completely to these
sensations.

     He stopped for a moment. Involuntarily I pressed my hips up against
his face. My hands got tangled in his hair. And then, he took it in his
mouth.

     It felt warm, warmer than I had imagined. My dick was surrounded with
a hot, wet, velvety feeling that moved slowly up and down the shaft, with
on the underside still that little crawling creature... I had told myself
not to make any sound, but I couldn't keep still. I moaned and gasped at
the ceiling, that seemed to be slowly falling down. He sucked at the tip,
while his hands were milking the shaft and I knew I was going to come. I
was going to shoot right into his hot, sucking mouth. "I'm gonna cum," I
whispered, and then I did. I pulled his head down until I was almost
completely inside and then I shot my load against the back of his mouth. He
swallowed and licked it all up. I lay breathing, still staring at the
ceiling and moaned,
     "Ooooohh, Charlie..."

     That sent me crashing right back to earth. This wasn't Charlie. This
was Menno. And now he looked at me, angrily.
     "It's Menno," he snapped. "Very rude to say the wrong name!" I
struggled to say something, but he stopped me. "Oh, hush, your apologies
are accepted. After all, you will return the favour, won't you?" He pointed
at his own dick, that he had somehow managed to get out. It was long and
hard, the angry red tip pointing at the ceiling. What choice did I have? Or
maybe I wasn't so innocent. Maybe I really Wanted to suck him off. Who
knows?

     Fact is that I kneeled down in front of the couch and tried to take
him in my mouth. It was harder than I had expected. I sucked at the tip
like he had done, and ran my fingers over the hot, veined skin. I was eager
to do it right, but he soon took control. With his hand in my hair, he lead
my head up and down his prick until he started groaning loudly, and I felt
the warm liquid on my tounge. He pulled me up and said to my face, "Swallow
it." Again, I did what he said, I can't even explain why. We put our
clothes in order, and heard the lock of the front door click.
     "Charles's home," Menno said offhand. My heart skipped a beat.