(This story is based on two role-playing characters that fall in love. Charisma, the twins, and Rhaine all belong to me. Credit for the gorgeous Highlander belongs solely to my good friend, Tay. This is one of the first stories I have ever written, so, naturally, it is not anywhere near the best. However, it holds a special place in my heart, because of all the role plays these characters have been in together. I have watched them grow and fall in love. Without further ado, I present to you Charisma’s First Time.)
“Bye, kids. Be good,” Charisma said from the front doorway.
“Charisma, they’re only one; they’ll be fine,” Rhaine said as they walked down the front steps and over the lawn, toward his van.
“Are you sure you want to take them tonight?” he asked for the umpteenth time, stopping a few feet from his van. His deep green eyes dropped to her rounding tummy.
Rhaine smiled, placing her a hand over her stomach. “Yes, Charisma. I’m quite sure. I love Marion and Dorian.” She looked at the van parked in her driveway, finding Highlander in the passenger seat. Turning her gaze back to Charisma, she grinned mercilessly and said, “Besides, you need to take some time to get to know Highlander.”
Charisma’s cheeks suddenly burned, the blush spreading down his neck. “R-Rhaine! I’m not—I won’t—What the hell!?” he finally managed to sputter out.
Laughing, Rhaine turned around and walked to her front door, which they left open, the twins watching cartoons in the living room. “Good night, Charisma.”
She disappeared into her house, closed and locked the front door, including the dead bolt, leaving Charisma standing in the chilly night air. Grumbling, he moved back to his van, opened his door, and climbed into the driver’s seat. Starting up the car, he stared straight out the windshield, unable to look at Highlander, whom happened to be watching him at the moment.
“Do you mind if we stop at my house before I take you home?” he asked, still unable to look at the other man. “I was going to grab a change of clothes for the twins and bring them back here after I dropped you off.”
“No, I do not mind,” Highlander answered.
Ten quiet minutes later, Charisma pulled the van into his driveway. After shutting off the engine, he turned to look at Highlander. Is it hot in here, or is it just you—I mean me? “I’ll be a minute, so if you’d like to come in, you’re welcome to..” I’ll even give you a key, he thought.
“Okay.”
Charisma got out of the car. He stepped onto the short path that led to the porch and paused, waiting as ‘Lander got out of the car and caught up to him. ‘Lander followed Charisma to the porch and waited while he opened the door.
As soon as they were inside with the door shut, Charisma headed toward the hall jus beyond the living room. But before he could get very far, Highlander grabbed Charisma’s hand. When Charisma felt the hand, he paused, turned slowly around to face ‘Lander, nervous confusion playing over his face. His gaze flickered away for a moment, cheeks flushed, but then he met ‘Lander’s soft-silver gaze.
Highlander grabbed the back of Charisma’s head, fingers tangling in his very curly, short auburn locks, and kissed him deeply while grinding against him. Charisma’s eyes widened in surprise, a small, involuntary gasp escaping the confines of his throat. Then he slid his arms up and around ‘Lander’s neck, eyes closing as he completely melted into the kiss. The kiss grew heated, very passionate, and deep. ‘Lander’s free hand moved to Charisma’s pants and undid the button. Charisma shivered lightly when the zipper slowly came down.
Highlander pushed Charisma’s pants and boxers down to his knees and lowered him down to the couch, making him sit there. As ‘Lander slid to his knees, he pulled Charisma’s pants down further, to his ankles. Charisma kicked off his sneakers, followed by his pants and boxers. Highlander kissed the tip of Charisma’s manhood before taking just the head into his mouth. His lips gently squeezed it. Charisma’s hips bucked up, a hiss of pleasure escaping him. ‘Lander gently stroked the shaft with his nails, sucking gently on Charisma’s manhood, his tongue swirling around it, darting over the slit. A low moan came from Charisma as ‘Lander sucked the head of harder, his hands moving to the back of the other man’s head, fingers entwining in his hair. Without any warning, ‘Lander mouth dove down Charisma’s shaft, his lips locking around the very base of him. The movement tore a broken moan from Charisma, his entire body trembling, filled with an impenetrable heat.
Highlander let Charisma’s manhood slip from his mouth as he pulled away, almost reluctantly. He got up slowly from his knees.
Charisma, thinking he had done something wrong, opened his eyes, not even remembering closing them. He looked up at Highlander, flushing darkly. “I-I’m s-sorry..” His hands flew down to cover himself.
Highlander gave him his sexiest smile. He bent over, grabbed Charisma’s hands, and hauled him to his feet. He pulled him close and rocked his jean-clad erection against him. Charisma closed his eyes and shuddered, his lips curving up into a small, shy smile. Highlander moved Charisma to the back of the couch. He placed Charisma’s hands on the back of the couch, and gently pressed on his back. Charisma took the hint and leaned forward, pressing his chest against the couch, and stuck out his ass.
‘Lander made a satisfied little noise.
Charisma’s entire body trembled with both nerve-wracking desire and near-palpable terror. Terrified of this desire for another man. Terrified of how intense that desire was. Terrified of doing something wrong. A million things were running through his mind, preventing him from hearing the zipper of ‘Lander’s pants, then of the sound of cloth sliding down the other man’s legs.
Charisma sighed when he felt ‘Lander’s hand on his hip, holding him steady. When he felt the tip of ‘Lander’s manhood at his asshole, both his desire and terror spiked, but his only outward reaction was his breath quickening a little. When Charisma felt the tip of ‘Lander penetrate him, his breath left him in a shaky moan. Highlander had to fight to get just the head of him inside Charisma’s tight, virgin ass. By the time ‘Lander had worked his way a quarter of the way in, Charisma was trembling worse and moaning, barely keeping himself from pushing back against Highlander.
Both of Highlander’s hands were playing over Charisma’s hips gently. Then they stilled, squeezed gently, and Highlander thrust hard, forcing the rest of himself inside Charisma’s ass. A loud gasp tore itself from Charisma’s throat, quickly followed by a moan. “Oh Gods,” Highlander growled, his legs shaking, sweat beading down his body. He began pulling himself out slowly, until just the tip of him was inside Charisma’s ass. He paused a moment, then fought his way back in to the head, before driving himself in again, hard and fast. Both men moaned.
Now, having made room for himself, Highlander was able to move within Charisma’s body easier now. ‘Lander snaked a hand around to Charisma’s manhood. He wrapped his hand around Charisma’s length and tugged roughly. Charisma’s hands tightened on the back of the couch, clutching desperately, his knuckles turning white. Highlander moved faster and harder inside Charisma, his hand squeezing and tugging Charisma’s manhood in time with his thrusting. Charisma moaned and rocked back and forth, feeling himself getting close to release.
With each delicious moan Charisma gave, Highlander thrust harder, faster, going in as deep as he could, his hand continuing to keep pace with the thrusting. He tugged and squeezed Charisma’s manhood, coaxing his orgasm to the surface. Charisma clutched the back of the couch as tight as he could, and his hands were shaking almost violently. He threw back his head, eyes closed, and moaned Highlander’s name as he came, spilling his seed into Highlander’s hand and down the back of the couch. Highlander sped up, growling, pounding into Charisma as fast and hard as he could. “Oh Gods!” he moaned as he, too, came, deep within Charisma’s ass.
They stayed there like that for a few minutes, Charisma unable to move, his breath coming out in deep, ragged breaths. ‘Lander was either unable or unwilling to move, his manhood still sheathed inside Charisma’s ass. Finally, though, they retired to Charisma’s bedroom, to his nice, comfortable, king-sized bed…. And went at it again, but slower, taking their time. They had all night.
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