27
Austin Romero
Tonight was a rebirth.
When Charlie started to ask questions, I feared it would be the opposite, another death in my life. I thought Charlie would break under the weight of his memories. But instead, we opened up even more to each other, saying words I was scared would never leave my lips.
I was in love with Charlie Marsh, and he was in love with me, and just like, that the world was set right again. The sun sang and the sea danced, the stars swooning and mountains moving. Just like that we were together again, the invisible bonds that tied us since we were teens strengthening into titanium links.
Even with the declarations and the cloud-infused kisses, there was still more to unpack. I couldn’t imagine having to suddenly deal with huge chunks of my life switching from completely blanked out to being in full color and sound. People were made by the past; they carried their experiences with them forever, most times being shaped and directed by them. Thankfully, Charlie didn’t have his entire past stolen from him, but the huge section of time that included me had to have formed him, and now, eight years later, he had to reckon with it.
Better late than never, I guessed.
There was time to reckon with it now. Charlie and I could talk about our past on an equal footing, and this wouldn’t be the last time we talked about it either.
Although, at least for the night, it did seem like the topic of our past had been set aside. I didn’t mind. I felt good seeing Charlie smiling as his eyes raked over my half-naked body. His expression played as such a stark contrast to the twisted sadness and anger he had been gripped with when he’d first came into the house. There was something else gripping him now, same thing that had a hold on me.
Same thing that made me want to get a hold of him.
“Come here,” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the counter. I led us straight to my bedroom, my body infused with a tingling arousal, quickly growing in intensity with every step I took, my stiff cock bouncing in my briefs. Charlie gave me a playful slap on the ass as we entered my bedroom.
I turned to him, unable to resist another kiss, unable to stop myself from rubbing up against him, making sure he knew how hard he made me. He reciprocated, hands on my hips and pushing his bulge against mine while his tongue probed between my lips. It took me seconds from there to get us both fully naked, clothes discarded in a heap, heat consuming me as I grabbed us both in hand and stroked, still kissing him, swallowing the lusty moans he gave me. My curtains were drawn but sheer enough to allow some of the warm light from the setting sun into the room.
We glowed.
Charlie’s body looked like it had been dipped in gold. I kissed my way down, falling to my knees, wanting to worship this man in all his glory.
He opened his stance, opening the doors to his temple, his cock pulsing in the air, tip slick with precome. I held his balls in one hand and the base of his shaft in another, holding him and just admiring the hefty weight of him. He rubbed my head, looking down at me with a gaze that almost made me come on the spot.
“God, I fucking love you, Austin. So fucking much.”
I licked my lips and smiled around the head of his cock, taking him in slow, savoring every drop, every flavor. He tasted like heaven and honey and sex and man. I took more of him in my mouth, becoming greedy, getting him wet, stroking him while I stroked myself.
His grunts became louder, and his hips moved further. His cock pushed to the back of my throat, and I took it, wanting more. Gagging around him and fucking loving it. He kept fucking my throat, his hands coming to the sides of my head and holding me there as he thrust. I jerked myself off harder, my eyes beginning to water as Charlie continued to stuff my mouth.
He slowed, pulled out, cock dripping wet with my saliva. My entire body felt electric. A live wire snapping and crackling in the rain. I stroked him some more, spreading the saliva all up and down his length, admiring the way his eyes rolled back as my hands traveled over him.
Then, as I jerked him, I brought one of my wet hands down between my legs, under my balls, and past my taint. I rubbed my hole, a moan rising from my chest as I leaned forward. I buried my nose in Charlie’s pubes, breathing him in while feeling myself quiver, his thick cock hard against my face, his hands on the back of my head.