The Straight Guy That Changed My Life

It was the last night that all my friends and I would be together in middle school. It was called "memory dinner". Everyone would get dressed up and all nice. The girls would get there hair all done and there make up set up. The guys would wear really nice pressed suits. It was like prom night, but better because we would not be graduating that year. First we would arrive and everyone would say how nice everyone looked. By the time everyone entered the school lobby, we all sat down at our reserved seats with our group of friends. They started calling us up to get our nice dinners that were made just for us. All the teachers were waiting on us. It was definitely a night to remember.

The thing is, I remembered it a different way. When everyone was done eating, we moved to the cafeteria. This is where our big extravaganza dance would take place. Everything was decorated. The DJ was playing the music that was popular at the time. Although it was not my taste of music, I did not mind, because me friends and I were having the night of our life. My friend and I were dancing together and then just for laughs all of my friends started switching partners so everyone was dancing with everyone. Just for laughs though, Charlie and I started dancing. Our hands touched once and something came over me. Something that I have never felt before. It was as if this guy was something of another world. I have never had feelings for a guy before, but for some reason this was different. On this night, when I danced with him in a jokingly matter for only a minute, it was my night.

A year passes, and I hold my feelings in for him. I was not very good friends with him, to where we were at the point where we hung out. That changed though. It was when we both joined the rowing team. Well he joined it, and one of my friends wanted me to join also. I was really unsure on weather I should or not. So I asked what guys were going to be doing this too. She happen to have mentioned Charlie. At that time it was a sure answer. I figured with this sport, we could work out an arrangement and have my parents pick him up on the way to practice, and then his parents take me home afterwards. Sure enough the arrangement worked. This is where I though when we had a early morning practice he could stay the night so we could sleep in a little more instead of waking up so early to stop at his house, then go to the boat club.

Well that's exactly what happened. I knew that he didn't have the same feelings for me as I did for him. But the thing is, I didn't care. My day was better when he was with me. It seemed like things didn't matter.

Charlie was about 5'10. He was shorter then me, but I was really tall so just about everyone was shorter then me. He had bright blue eyes, and short brown hair. Sometimes it was spiked up in the front, other times it was flat, but I liked it either way so it didn't bug me. He has such nice abs, and a slight upper build. He basically has a swimmer body. That would make sense because he was one of the top swimmers of the school. He was definitely a really good looking guy.

I never understood why he would date the girls that would always end up hurting him. I hated seeing him hurt. We would always talk together when he would end up heartbroken. We had become something that I wanted, the best of friends. He trusted me and I trusted him. Something I wanted more then anything. I was happy when he would call me up and talk to me of his feelings, it made me feel important in his life.

He started dating this chick, this time I knew it would be a serious relationship because she was one of my trustworthy friends also. The relationship they had was deep, it lasted almost a year. She broke up with him for another guy. He was so heartbroken. The day the break up happened he didn't want to stay at home, he just wanted a place out, he didn't want to be questioned by his parents about what had happened. I offered for him to stay at my house, he accepted and when he came over, he was in tears. He was laying on my bed weeping as I was sitting in my computer chair.

"Dude, do you want to talk about it?"

"No" Charlie said in a cracking voice.

I could tell he was hurt, hurt really badly. I wanted to tell him that I was there for him, and that if he needed me to do anything, I would. But I could never get the courage to tell him how I really felt, it was just not in me. I was afraid of losing everything with him.

"I don't understand why people break up with me!" Charlie said with a loud tone. Tears were running down his eyes, more then what were before. I could only imagine what the other person was feeling. Then again, I think Charlie was more hurt for the fact that she left him for another guy.

"I know that I would never break up with you" I said without thinking.

Just at that time I looked at him in the eyes in total shock of what I just said, and he turned his head to look at me. In my mind I was thinking "oh shit what did I just do, what the fuck did I just do!" Him laying there in my bed with his head turned at me. He had water in his eyes, from the tears.

"What did you mean by that?" he said.

I could not gather any words to say. I was in complete shock. I was saying "he knows! He fucking knows!" I was in total disbelief. I quickly gathered my thoughts, I was panicking. I have just jeopardized our friendship. I had to come up with something, I just didn't know what.

"Well, I mean if I was a chick and I was with you." I said in a trembling voice.

I knew that would not convince him, I just didn't have anything else to say. He stared coldly into my eyes. It seemed like an eternity of utter silence. For some reason the silence was driving me wild. It was killing me to think that I might have done something to loose my friend. The suspense was killing me. My head started racing. I was desperate to break the silence. I was struggling to think of something to say and finally settled on, "Why the fuck do you keep staring at me?!".

He let out a sigh and slumped his head down slightly, "I've felt it too. It was the dance, wasn't it? That day.. at the memory dinner.. when we danced, right?"

My chin dropped and I just stared at him, but I didn't have time to say anything before he spoke again. His head was still staring at an invisible spot on the floor as he let out another sigh and then he spoke, "I have been trying to fight it. I've been trying to not listen to that part of me, but I have known for some time that something happened when we danced, or am I reading this wrong? Was it all in my head?"

There was a sadness and desperation in his voice as he spoke those last words. He lifted his head and I could see that his eyes were tear-filled and shiny. I swallowed hard and in the beginning my voice was quite unsteady as I blurted out, "No, No, I felt it too. I..." and I froze as he interjected, "No, You're just having me on. You're just teasing me. You don't feel anything for me. You are just trying to be kind. I'm sorry. I should go." and with those last words he started getting up from my bed.

My mind raced and I thought of something and blurted out, "No, wait, wait, I have written about that night in my diary. Please... read it."

I ran over to the bed and ripped out the sideboard, where I hid my diary that I had told noone of so far. I quickly found the page of that night, but flicked past it to the fourth version of that entry, titled... "The Guy that Changed My Life". I handed him my diary with the page and told him to read it. He took the book and sat down on the bed again. He read it in silence, but I knew the by heart already. It had taken me weeks to put down in words what I had felt that night.

My diary tried to explain the day like this:

"I have been thinking about that night for weeks and weeks now. I realize that that night when I danced with Charlie has changed my life forever. I am not going to live in shame or denial any longer. I love him. Of that I am certain. If I could explain how a simple dance can have this effect on me, I wouldn't know where to start, but the only explanation I can accept is that it goes beyond just that dance. I love the way he brushes away his hair from his face when he is reading something he is really interested in. I love how he clears his throat, just before he speaks. I melt when he smiles at me in the hallways of the school. It goes beyond sexual energy. I realize that maybe he's just a special person. Maybe his aura or whatever term one could use, is just so special that he has me captured in his reflection. I know I will always love him, but I also know it is not the way he feels. He always talks about girls with me, so I know he's not gay. So, it would seem that I am destined to live out my existence without that love of my life. People have had far worse done to them, but somehow, it feels unbearable. Charlie will always be that guy that changed my life forever. I know that now and for all eternity."

Then at the bottom there was a heart that encircled the word, os-mo-no.

I wish you could have seen the way he stopped as he realized that he was actually brushing away his hair from his face the second before he read that sentence. That made me smile, but as he kept reading, I could see a stern look spread upon his face.

I guess I should explain another thing from that passage to you. Os-mo-no is an internal joke between me and Charlie. I honestly can't remember where it came from anymore, but it is something we used to say when we saw a guy hitting on a girl and we sensed he was going to not get to fuck her. Just a joke in middle school and all through high school really that was our own little code. Nobody ever knew what the heck we were talking about.

I never thought of that part of the message and as I stood there waiting for him to finish reading the page, I was oblivious to the fact that I just handed him a page that said I wanted to fuck him. Perhaps not the best way to say I love you, but in my defense, I also did also use the actual word love, which come to think of it, might not have been the best choice either. I wish I would have given him the first version of that story, it was more a description of what happened and how it made me feel at the time. Perhaps that would have been better received than what I just handed him.

When he finished reading, he just sighed again and said, "I don't know what to say. I'm not gay. I gotta run."

Then he bolted for the door and I could tell from his posture that he was extremely pissed. I just couldn't understand WHY he was so upset. I couldn't... and then.. then it hit me... I had shown him the wrong page... the one with the os-mo-no entry at the bottom...

I was so embarrassed. Then I felt a jab of panic. I grabbed my phone and sent him a message, "Please don't tell anyone!"

He never replied. He never called. I cried a lot the two weeks when we didn't talk. I sent him a few messages on the popular apps, but he never responded even though I could see that he had read them. I was officially shut out of his life and it was a tough period for me. The next two weeks I cried a lot and I don't normally cry. I'm not the mushy kind of guy, but I had lost my best friend and the love of my life at the same time.

After another two weeks, I decided that I was never going to fall in love again. I was never going to let another man ruin me like he did. I would just live a solitary life and keep to myself. I would have sex, but never fall in love again.

I am sure that when you started reading this story, you expected this to go another way. You were thinking that he changed my life for the better, but I have to say that after those two weeks I realized that he made me stronger. He made me realize that another guy can't make me perfect. I have to find solace in who I am and love myself. I guess I should add before someone else can love me, but that's not what I want.

After six months, I confided in a girl friend and since then she insists that he ruined me and hates him, but I told her that it's not his fault that I fell in love. It was my fault.

Add another six months and I despised him. I heard he went off to college. Some great school and I am sure he would marry some fucking cheerleader and live a wonderful life. Great for him, that fucker. The guy that changed my life forever.

Then, when six more months had passed, there was a knock on the door and when I opened, there he was. He had a bit more muscle than last time I saw him, but other than that he was the same guy as before. He held up my diary and said, "Thought you might want this back. Can I come in?"

I just stood there in chock. I was expecting a package from Amazon. This was so not what I was expecting. To suddenly be confronted with the man that ruined my life.

After the chock released it's grip on my face, I could feel sadness take over every inch of me as I let out a sigh and said, "What do you want?"

He shuffled his feet nervously and said, "Please, let's talk. I wanted to apologize. I talked to Tina. She told me that you are really upset and I just wanted to talk to you a bit. But can we please do this inside? In privacy? Is your mom home?"

"NO, She's not home." I said with a bit harsher tone that I had meant to, then I opened the door fully and said, "OK, come on in."

We walked up to my room and this time I sat down on my bed. I don't know why, but suddenly I found myself holding my pillow in front of my belly as if it could somehow protect me against what was about to happen.

He sat down on the bed next to me and just sat there. It was clear that he was trying to find the right words and I just let him be, but after a few minutes, it just started being a bit creepy and I kinda said, "Well.. you wanted to talk, so.. talk?"

"I know. I know.. I'm sorry. This is hard. I don't want to hurt you further."

That last sentence made me gasp. I was not expecting that. I hugged my pillow tighter. I thought he wanted to apologize, maybe someone should tell him that hurting someone is not how you usually apologize. Every fiber in my body was screaming that I should run. Just leave this place, but it was my house and my room, so it felt a bit foolish to leave, but if he hadn't spoken at that very moment as those thoughts raced through my head, I don't know what would have happened. Maybe you could have seen me run down the street, heading for nowhere in my PJ:s.

After clearing his throat, he said, "I am NOT gay. I'm sorry you feel the way that you do, I think it's wrong to be gay, but I also like you as a friend, so if you think you can keep your hands off me, I want to allow you to continue to be my friend, but you can't touch me. Plus, you have to look away if I ever have to get naked or something, because it's just gross, what you are, I mean."

I don't know how to describe how this made me feel. It was as if I died inside. I had never thought that he could hurt me more than he had already done, but that he felt that he would allow me to be his friend. I think a small part of me had dreamed that this would be one of those moments from the movies where he just embraced me, told me that he loved me and we lived happily ever after.

The phrases he had spoken kept spinning in my head..

"Allow me to be his friend."

"It's just gross, what you are, I mean."

When I think back to those sentences today as I write this, it makes my skin boil. I am so upset and angry at those words. Maybe you're thinking it could have been much worse and yes, it could have been. Certainly, but what angers me most, is not his words, but my response.

I just felt dead inside and heard myself say, "Sure, we can be friends again."

There it was. I was weak. I wish I could have fought. I wish I would have protested. I wish I would have just gotten angry. I wish I would have screamed at him. But, the truth is, I realized it was important for me to have him in my life, even if there was no chance of romance. I was ready to swallow my pride and give him the time he needs to hopefully better accept me in his life as I am, not as some fake person that he just thinks is gross.

I looked up at his face and he just looked kinda shocked and said, "Well, no, yes, no. That's not what I wanted to say. I mean, yes I don't agree with what you are, but I also think you deserve happiness and I don't want to os-mo-no you, so yeah, I've kinda decided that you can fuck me."

My jaw dropped. I just looked at him with wide eyes and it took me some time to actually speak and I managed to stutter out, "What? What? Where did that come from? What? Why? What? You want me to fuck you? Or.. Or... Are you saying that I'm like going to get to fuck you because you feel sorry for me?"

He looked down at his feet and cleared his throat and said, "Yeah."

I just kinda looked at him and said, "Yeah what? I don't get it."

He cleared his throat again and said, "It's a pity fuck. You can get it out of your system and I have tried that once."

I was stunned and just said, "I think you should leave."

He left the diary there on my bed and left.

Just when I though I couldn't be more bitter, he had done it again. Turned me into a bitter wreck and I wasn't sure what the hell I should do or say. I decided to go for a run and I sent Tina a message saying we need to talk when I get back. I was going to tell her everything. If he was running around and blabbing to her, well then, so could I.

After that I headed off to the park and it was one of those decisions in life that seem tiny in comparison to the big things, but it changed everything. Running can really help me clear my thoughts and find solutions to problems I didn't even know how to begin figuring out where it started and ended.

I ran for probably a good hour, which is a lot more than I usually do, but it was so relaxing and when I got back to the house, I just headed for the shower. As I stood there and let the warm drops cleans my body, it also rinsed away my troubles. I decided that I just needed to fuck him. Maybe this might upset you, but I am sorry, you haven't seen his ass. I have stared at that ass for ages and I just knew that I needed to insert my cum inside of him. I don't know why, but I figured that I should get something out of all this crap. Maybe then I could put it behind me.

I mean, I kinda chuckled, I had just told a straight dude that was telling me that I could fuck him to get out of my house. People write stories about these sort of things and post them on Taletopia well, I guess I am now too.

I sent Charlie a text saying, "Changed my mind. want to os-mo you. my place fri, 8pm. You in?"

You see the no in os-mo-no meant that you didn't get to fuck the girl, so saying os-mo, well, I figured he would get the picture, even though we didn't really use it like that. It was more fun to make fun of all them dumb jocks trying to hook up with stupid cheerleader wannabes.

Then I called Tina and told her that my mom was forcing me to go away with her for the weekend and that I wouldn't be able to meet up with her on Friday as we planned.

My mom was going away that weekend, but as you might have guessed, I was not forced to come with her. So, I lied, sorry about that Tina, if you ever read this, but I hope that you understand that the prospects of getting to shoot my load into Charlie's fine twinky tight ass, was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Later that evening, my phone buzzed and I read the message from Charlie, "Ok. C u then."

It felt like forever, but finally Friday had arrived. At 5 minutes past 8, the doorbell chimed and I let Charlie in. We went up to my room and I could notice he was nervous. I told him I'd be right back and I went downstairs to get the bags of chips and some soda that I had bought earlier.

When I came up, I found Charlie, face down on my bed, completely naked. I just looked at him and when he heard me walk in, he said, "Take me."

I wish I could say that I was a complete gentleman and that I told him we didn't have to fuck right away, but I knew that wasn't going as I felt my cock stir in my pants and I was quickly sporting a hard-on. I guess we could do refreshments after.

I walked over and caressed his butt with my hand as I unbuckled my belt with my other hand. Then I told him to hold on and I ran down to make sure I had locked the front door. When I got back to my bedroom, I locked the door and I am ashamed to say it, but took out the key and stashed it in a place I didn't think Charlie would look. Just in case he got cold feet.

Then I walked back to the naked twink on my bed. I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants and underwear in one fell swoop. Then I pulled the t-shirt over my head and stood there completely naked.

He swallowed and said, "Can't you dim the lights? It's too bright."

I smiled and quickly turned of the ceiling lights, which had the desired effect.

Then I moved back and got down on my knees, straddling over his ass. I pressed my hard-on down on his bum and slapped him a few times. I let my hard-on caress the asscheeks I had stared at so many times. I once again banged my hardon into them and then I took a tighter grip of my cock and pressed it down into the crack between those magnificent buns.

I fished out the bottle of lube from my nightstand and squeezed out a bit on my cock. Then I used one finger to distribute it evenly all over the cock. Then I put a big glob on my finger and placed it at Charlie's opening. I placed the glob right at his entrance, thinking it would make his hole really nice and smooth. I pressed my finger inside of him, to make sure that it would go inside. My finger easily slid inside of him and he gasped a bit, and said, "No, not your finger. Just use your cock. It's weird to have your finger there."

This made me raise one eyebrow, but I decided to give it a try. I figured he would be tight as fuck though and wasn't sure if I could fit my cock in there, but as hard as I was, I figured it was worth a shot. I couldn't wait to feel that tight hole wrapped around my cock.

I placed my cockhead at the opening of his anus. He lifted his ass up a bit to greet me. Show me that he was ready to be fucked. I pressed forward slightly and he said, "wait wait wait".

I let my cock just sit there... just the very tip of his cock tasting the warm insides of his most private place. His most private opening that no one had ever entered, before me. I don't know what it was, but I was so fucking horny that I was finally going to spray my cum into his ass. I never understood why they always pulled out in the porn videos. They always pulled out and sprayed on the guy's back or something, but it was so much better to just be inside of the guy when your cock released it's juices. I just couldn't understand it, but I guess it was better for the camera, whereas I would prefer to just see them cum inside the guy. That really turned me on.

Charlie started moving his hips upwards and backwards towards me, swallowing more of my cock with his ass. It felt so fucking great to see that bun move up to greet my hard and fat cock. I will never forget that sight. Seeing him squirm under me, getting used to the pain and as soon as he did, he would push more of his ass up towards me.

It took him a good few minutes, but soon he had my entire cock up his ass and it was a fucking fantastic ass at that. It was just perfect. I looked down at my cock buried deep in between the ass cheeks of this gorgeous man. I felt the warm and moist sensation of his ass envelop my every inch. He gasped out a "wait, wait, wait" and just stayed still for a while.

Then he just stood there on all fours... supporting most of his weight on his knees and my cock up his ass. His face showed he was clearly in pain and it took him another minute maybe and then he started rocking his hips back and forth. He first slid slowly off my cock an inch or two, to then return and insert most of it into himself again. He never inserted all of it again. He would always stop with half an inch left of cock, but other than that, it was fucking fantastic.

He continued to ride my cock in this doggy style position that we were in. I just stood there on my knees and he did all the work. His hips moving forward and backwards a bit to get used to the sensation and as he gradually got used to the big invasion of his ass canal, his facial expression changed. He started speeding up his pace and as he was going faster, he closed his eyes and started moaning. Not loud porno type of moans, but more like subtle and realistic moans of a person that's just really into what he's doing. It was clear that he was loving every fucking minute of it.

Then he gasped and froze, he stuttured out a, "No No, I'm going to cum".

What I heard was, "Go Time!".

I grabbed ahold of his hips with both hands and impaled him doggy style. I think impale is the best word to describe the way that I fucked him. Remember how I told you he had never drove back his hips far enough to get my entire cock up his ass. Only that first time that he floated back to slowly ease himself into it. Now I slammed my entire cock into him and you would think that a measly little half-inch would be nothing at all, but let me tell you, "Charlie had left the building."

I don't know who was in bed with me, but it wasn't Elvis, if that's what you're thinking. It also wasn't Charlie. It was a porn star. As soon as my hips slammed into his bum and made that fantastic splash sound that a firm buttocks will make, he just moaned out in pure ecstasy. Loud moans that anyone in the house would have heard, but hopefully not the neighbors.

I never gave him the chance to recover though. I had fucked two guys before and I knew that as soon as they came, they just want you the fuck out of their ass. I was going to make sure that I came before he wanted me to stop. In order to do that, I needed to go hard and fast. That's what really turns me on. When you fuck someone like they are just a fucking doll. A plaything that you just ram into to explode into. That you treat them a bit like a bitch from a porno. You know what I'm talking about if you've ever watched a straight porno with your friends.

I pulled almost all of my cock out of his ass and then slammed all of it in again. This made him sort of shake and quiver, but I was already on my way out again. Before them twink buns had stopped jiggling, I slammed into him again. Even more forceful now. He let out a load moan and then he just jerked and he raised his head up as to watch the ceiling and that was the first time I saw his face as he came. I instantly realized he was about to cum and continued to blast my cock into him.

My hands felt that he was trying to get away. He was trying to move away from the cock that was splitting his ass into two, but my hands held on firmly to his hips and kept pounding into him. It kept slamming itself as deep as possible into his man-cave. I could already feel the orgasm nearing and when I saw his cum fly out and up on the wall in front of us, it was too much for me to bare. I kept fucking him as my cock erupted inside of him. I slammed it all the way in, until my hip was completely pressed into his ass. Both my hands pulled him closer to me, so that I was as deep as I could be and then I just held him there as I gasped out, "I'm cumming."

As if he needed to be told. He gasped out a, "Fill Me. Cum inside of me."

I felt my cock throb deep inside of him as I shot every ounce of my love juices inside of him. I was panting as a madman as my orgasm continued to flood new feelings into every fiber of my body. It was an electricity that was different from anything I had experienced before. I felt gush after gush of sperm leave my body and enter the young love of my life.

When I was finished cumming and regained some of my senses, I slid one hand up to his chest and pressed it against his nice new muscles, so that he was forced to lean back against my torso. I then moved it up to his face and pushed it to the side so that I could kiss him.

I just wasn't thinking. Of course a straight guy wouldn't want to kiss me, but in the heat of the moment of having shot my seed inside of him, I just wanted to kiss him. He moaned and opened his mouth. Not only allowing, but somehow welcoming my tongue to invade his mouth. We continued to kiss like that for felt like forever and as we were kissing, he started humping his hips back and forth on my tool. He couldn't get very far, but I guess it was that famous last half-inch that he was rocking back and forth.

I twisted his neck a bit and raised my torso up so that I could better shove my tongue down his throat. I did and this made him moan deeply again. I felt a stir inside of me and I knew I was ready to fuck him again. I never asked or said anything. I just started moving my hips to fuck him and that was greeted by a deep and loud moan around my tongue that was more or less fucking his mouth.

I didn't last that long this time. I wasn't able to pull out that far, but the thought of fucking him when my cum was already inside of his ass, acting like a lubricant made me go insane. I just couldn't believe it. I told you that I have a thing for sperm in the ass. I think that and the fact that I was sucking his mouth, just made me go wild.

Before I came, I had an idea and grabbed the lube and put some on my hands. I grabbed ahold of his cock with both hands and he got what I was going for. I stopped fucking him and he started humping me with his hips, while at the same time fucking my greased up hands. I had to stop my mouth probing, because I just couldn't breathe, so I just kissed his neck a little as he rode us off into the sunset.

He gasped and moaned and as I said, I really didn't last that long. It was just a few times of him rocking my cock and I started gasping and panting and shot more cum into him. As I came, I looked down at my cock that was covered with my own juices and saw them drip out of his ass around my cock. That made me explode inside. This orgasm also grabbed ahold of my entire body and made me sort of jerk and jump, which caused my cock to stir and move inside of him.

After I came, he kept fucking me like that for a while, until I could feel his cock twitch in my hand and I looked over his shoulder to see him spray cum all over my sheets. It landed in big white globs of cum all over the place. He seemed to be a fucking crazy shooter, because the first few gushes landed way up on the wall in front of us.

We both panted like we had run a marathon and I whispered into his ear, "That was fucking amazing. Is this a good time to tell you that my mom is gone for the weekend?"

He looked over his shoulder at me and said, "Let me tell my mom that we're doing a sleep-over. I don't want you to ever stop fucking me. That was amazing. Maybe I'm not as straight as I said before and I just.. I didn't mean to say you were disgusting. I just wasn't sure..", he trailed off and broke his gaze with me.

I laughed and said, "No shit Sherlock. I kinda figured that out when you told me to not use my fingers, ha ha".

He snapped his head around, "But you're the first guy that's ever fucked me, I promise."

I laughed again and added, "Hold your horses, I'm not saying that I wasn't. You were fucking tight, I know a virgin ass when I see what."

His jaw dropped, "You've fucked someone else? WHO?!?!"

I laughed and said, "I plead the fifth, or at least that's a story for another night. Today, I just want to enjoy having you close. I don't think my cock ever wants to leave your love cave. It's already decorate in there. It's ready to move in."

"So then, don't leave," he said and started rocking his hips again. I can't believe he was trying to get me started again.

I laughed and said, "Sorry dude, I need some protein before I can spray more jizz inside of you."

He quickly replied, "One Vanilla Milk Shake coming right up."

I just frowned and looked at him, so he leaned over so I could see him shaking his rock-hard dick and I suddenly understood what he meant.

I laughed and said, "Fuck no. I'm a top and you are my little bitch."

We fucked a lot that night and the whole weekend through. Actually, we were fucking when my mom came home and screamed she was home. I had to get out of him real quick and cover up my erection to lean out of my room to say hi and that I was busy. I got dressed completely and then both I and Charlie went downstairs to help her unload her car.

Here I am now, 20 years later, and I think it is finally time to tell my story. Oh and Charlie was just read it over my shoulder as I was typing away and he told me that I should add that os-mo-no, well the no you already know is a no, or well, denied, whereas os-mo comes from the word osmosis.

Charlie just told me that Osmosis is the spontaneous movement of molecules through a semi-permeable membrane into a region of higher solute concentration, in the direction that tends to equalize the solute concentrations on the two sides.

It's basically a synonym of penetration, but focused in the world of liquids and when you transfer liquids from one part to another part of a container, for example. Yeah, I don't know what that is either, but Charlie knows chemistry and well he says, in laymen's terms, that you and I can understand, it basically means you get to put your liquid up in that bitch, which is what I got to do with my lovely Charlie.

Who would have thought that after that roller-coaster ride, we would end up spending the rest of our lives together. If you doubt love is out there, please remember this story, as you trot on in life to find your os-mo for life.

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written by davehop1ng