Climax

Curiosity Made Carl Gay 12

Carl

In my first kickboxing class, I was nervous. So much so that my coach had to stop the class and talk to me. This is what he said.

"Either you're gonna get bruised or you're gonna bruise your opponent. Sometimes both. Embrace it. Don't shy away from that idea. Always look out for what your opponent wants, read the signs. Accommodate their moves. It may look like you're losing. But in the end it'll pay off."

That's what I'm doing now.

This is not my dick. Embrace that fact.

Read the signs and accommodate him.

Give him what he wants.

This prep talk helps a little.

His skin is taut and hot to my touch and I haven't even removed his boxers. Suddenly I have too much saliva to swallow.

Embrace it Carl.

Terry is shaking so wildly, I stop. This is not a quickie. I promised enjoyment. I'll deliver it.

Embrace.

I lean down and kiss his stomach. Terry's hands close over my head.

I trail kisses along the line of growing forest.

"Carl..."

The musk scent of his hair and sweat is new. So new and so good.

I rub my nose at the edge of his boxers.

Terry shoves my nose further in by bucking his hips.

He likes it. His hands on my head press me down as if asking for more.

Good. I can read his signs. I don't even know how.

"Carl... Carl..."

I know why. Hearing my name as a moan is giving me superpowers.

Each of his Carl is sending that much more blood to my brain and somewhere else as well.

I want more moans.

I give an experimental tug.

"Oh... oh... Carl..."

This time the grip on my hair is to keep me moving.

I grin. Terry is simple, it's easy to understand him.

"Carl..." He screams when I squeeze his length.

I kiss there to soothe his nerves. I'd be lying if I said I had never tasted my goo goo. I wouldn't be lying if I said I'm not a fan of it.

Maybe I'll try it some other time. Tonight I'm doing it with my fingers.

So I do.

Pulling down his boxers, I go all in. From base to tip. Tip to base.

Terry must not have expected it. He reels back.

Eyes wide open staring down at me, panting.

When I saw him open his eyes in hospital, I realized something. I like his eyes. They're damn expressive.

Right now, they're telling me how horny he is. How much he is into it. How very surprised he is.

I crawl back between his legs. "We have a deal. Let me do."

"You... you sure?"

He looks at me with so much confusion I suddenly wonder if this is how I always looked at him. No wonder Terry likes me. Because I like the look on his face too.

I crawl further and take his face in my hands, mindful of the cuts.

"Yes. Looks like I'm gonna write the hand job test tonight."

He smiles.

And there is no chance I can leave the smile alone.

I kiss it, just at the tip.

"Carl..." he breathes.

And it's natural enough for me to breath in his air and kiss the other tip.

And it's instinct for Terry to wind his fingers in my hair and guide me to his neck. And it's perfectly clear to me what he wants.

That's what I like about sex. It's natural. You don't have to decide your next move with lots of logic. You just have to go where your dick wants.

And I finally understand that it doesn't always have to be a girl.

I finally understand gay.

I embrace it.

And I do.

His neck, his chest, his stomach, his scar, his happy trail, his sweet scented dick I kiss everything in one long journey.

He moans my name like a chant. Like he forgot everything else. Like Carl is his key to happiness.

So I deliver that happiness. Because I have super powers now.

I'm totally new to this. But it's not Spanish, it's sex. You can learn as you go.

I have a very kind and lovely tutor.

He sets the speed by guiding my hands. I follow. Soon I set the speed and he moans.

Soon we both lose all sense and moan together.

There's a hand in my boxers. My own. I don't recall putting it there.

But fuckety fuck.

Never did beating myself felt this good.

"CARL... I'M..."

Terry buckles, his body shakes violently.

The smell is too much, too familiar for me to hold back mine.

I lay on his thighs and pant as my orgasm courses through me.

We lay there like that for hours.

Maybe not.

But it definitely feels that way.

"That... that was... man... you were holding out on me."

Terry is sitting up and swiping my hair away from my eyes.

I grin looking up at him. From this angle I can see the underside of his lips.

I trace it with my little finger. "Me too. I didn't know."

"I can't believe this." He kisses my finger.

"Me too."

He bites it.

"Aww... what for?"

He sucks it for a second. "How can you not know?"

I remember Jas. How she didn't know her love for Ted.

"Sometimes you don't. It takes you by surprise."

"Hmm. This... this is..." he puts my hand on his face and inhales, "...a fantasy come true...."

I get up and grab his face. "You still owe me." I whisper.

"What?"

"The ungentlemanly things. Don't talk like this is over tonight."

Terry smiles his naughty smile that always makes me blush. "I wouldn't dream of.  When I can say big black bug without wincing, you can encash it."

"Is it that painful?" I touch the busted lip.

"Only when I press on it."

I nod, "Let's clean up." I will get to press on it soon. Taste it too.

I don't know why I'm grinning.

**** End of Chapter Twelve ****