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You Haven’t Seen Cheeky Yet

Harrison

New York is the city that never sleeps. There’s always the hum of traffic or a siren wailing in the distance. And no matter how hard one tries to shut it out, the bright city lights shine through the windows, leaving shadow puppets on the walls.

But here in Bomont, the only sound is the crickets, and the only light comes from the moon.

I’ve been lying in this bed made out of clouds for the past three hours, tossing and turning. Finally coming to terms that I won’t be falling asleep tonight, I slip out of bed as quietly as possible and tiptoe over to the window.

The farm, an ocean of tall grass and shadows, stretches out for miles. Way off in the distance is downtown Bomont—a strip of buildings that aren’t much bigger than Lego blocks from here. Beyond that is Charlie’s old high school, sitting dark and lonely.

It’s weird seeing everything small and far away. In the city, it’s all about being right up close to the action—the buildings, the people, even the dumpsters. Everything is crammed together like one giant, living, breathing piece of art.

A few minutes pass by as I stare out at the nothingness. It’s peaceful here. I see the appeal. Why would Charlie want to leave this ?

With that question on the tip of my tongue, I step out into the hallway with the hope that he’s awake, too, so that I can ask.

Charlie’s childhood home is a shrine to suburbia.

Family photos hang on the walls. Little Charlie, wearing a royal blue baseball uniform.

Teenage Charlie in a tux, posing with a girl in a pink-colored dress and a corsage around her wrist. Teenage Roy, swimming in a red and white cap and gown, with a diploma dangling from his fingers.

The first door I come across is cracked open. I gently push on the door with my fingers and poke my head inside. My mouth pops open.

Charlie, naked as the day he was born, is lazily stroking his cock. When I jerked him off in the alleyway last week, I hadn’t taken a single look at it. I was more preoccupied with his lips then, but now, I take the time to drink in the fact that Charlie McManus is hung as fuck.

It’s long—longer than mine—and thickest at the base. He twists his fist on every upstroke and bucks his hips on every downstroke. His toes curl into the sheets that have been pushed into a mound at the foot of the bed.

I stand there, appreciating the way he throws his head back, mouth slightly agape, exposing his bobbing Adam’s apple.

Who is he thinking about? I wonder.

Me?

Daniel?

Both of us?

I get my answer pretty quickly.

“Harrison,” he softly croaks. “Fuuuuuck.”

I push the door open the rest of the way. The creaking noise it makes causes Charlie to freeze and whip his head toward the sound. His eyes are wide and darkened with lust. They blink in confusion; he’s unable to think clearly with all the blood pulled elsewhere.

“Harrison?!” His cheeks flush a deep crimson as he realizes I’ve caught him in the act of self- love.

I lean against the doorjamb, cross my arms over my chest, and smirk. “Well, well, well. Whatever do we have here? Taking matters into your own hands, McManus?”

“I…I couldn’t sleep,” he stammers. “When I can’t sleep, I like to…”

His words trail off, but the slow stroke of his fist finishes the sentence for him. I step into the room, my arousal growing with each passing second as I keep my eyes on his cock.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I say, my voice low and husky.

Charlie’s lips curve into a grin as he picks up the pace again. I strip off my clothes, tossing them aside without a second thought, and stand before him, naked and hard. His eyes widen, and he licks his lips.

Now that I’m closer to him, I can see that he’s more girthy than I’d thought. My asshole clenches reflexively, imagining the idea of taking something that thick.

It would be a stretch, that’s for sure, but the best kind. The kind that burns so good you see stars.

I crawl up his body, unable to stay away from him a minute longer. His large hands explore my body, tracing the dips and curves of my muscles. The roughness of his palms only heightens the pleasure coursing through me. My dick bobs excitedly, eager to be touched too.

I freeze when his long fingers stop on the center of my back and claw for something that isn’t there. Dragging my mouth away from his, I lean back and study him with a bemused expression. “Are you…trying to unhook a bra?”

It doesn’t click in his head at first. He cocks his head and stares at me, confused. The moment it dawns on him, his eyes grow large, nearly popping out of their sockets.

He flashes me a bashful smile. “Oops. Guess some habits die hard.”

Shaking with laughter, I wrap my hands around his wrists and place them on my chest. “What I lack up here”—I drag his hands down my front, over my stomach, to the patch of skin right above the base of my cock—“I more than make up for…down here.”

“Cheeky,” he muses before taking his right hand out of my grip to flick my erection. It bounces, flicking precome over his stomach and making him gasp.

“Oh, Chuck,” I snicker. “You haven’t seen ‘cheeky’ yet.”

“You’re right,” he muses. “I guess I have to get a handle on that.”

He grips my ass in a way that makes my eyes roll back. It’s enough to distract me from the fact that he’s flipping us over and pinning me beneath him. His hips grind against mine in a perfect rhythm, and I arch into him.

“Charlie,” I groan, knowing that I’m about to lose my mind if he doesn’t stick that fat cock inside me now.

Sensing my need, he pulls back enough to look me in the eye and ask, “What do you say, H? Ready for a roll in the hay?”

Instead of answering, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer until there’s no space left between us.

Charlie reaches over to his nightstand, fumbling in the dark until his hand finds the drawer handle. He yanks it open and rummages around inside, the contents rattling and clanking so loudly that I hope like hell he doesn’t wake up the whole house.

I prop myself up on my elbows and watch with rapt attention. His tongue pokes out of the side of his mouth, brow furrowing, as he searches with determination. After a moment, he pulls out a small foil packet with a triumphant, “Aha!”

He waggles his eyebrows at me before tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He carefully tugs the condom out of the packaging, pinches the tip, and rolls it down his considerable length. I watch, amazed at how the latex molds perfectly to his flesh, as if it were made just for him.

When he reaches beneath the pillows and procures a small bottle of lube, I laugh boisterously. “Who knew you were such a Boy Scout, McManus? ”

Charlie smirks, popping the cap open. “What can I say? I like to be prepared.”

He squirts a generous dollop into his palm and tosses the bottle onto the floor. A low groan rumbles in my throat as I watch him smear the slick lubricant over his cock. His large hand glides sensually up and down, coating every inch until it glistens in the moonlight filtering through the window.

Charlie’s eyes glaze over at the exquisite sensation of cool lube meeting hot, pulsing flesh.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my cock throbbing almost painfully between my spread legs.

Hearing my voice, he snaps out of his self-pleasure and shifts his attention to me. He trails his slick digits along my perineum before circling my fluttering rim. I gasp and push back against the teasing pressure. I’m desperate to be stretched and claimed by this gorgeous farm boy.

With a wicked grin, Charlie slowly slides one long finger inside me. I moan wantonly and reflexively clench.

“So greedy,” he coos, working me open with patience and skill. He adds a second finger, then a third, until I’m writhing and mewling in his king-size bed.

“Charlie, please,” I pant, hooking my ankles around his trim waist. “Want to feel that big, fat cock splitting me open.”

He growls, slipping his fingers out of my ass and lining himself up. The broad, blunt head nudges insistently, seeking permission to enter. I nod, and that’s all it takes for Charlie to spear me.

I shriek, hands slapping the headboard, as my body accommodates his generous girth.

“Fuck, you feel incredible, H,” he says through gritted teeth. “So goddamn warm. And tight. Fuck.”

I plant my feet on his firm ass cheeks, my toenails creating permanent indentations in the flesh, as I push him deeper inside me. When he bottoms out, a deep moan rips from both our throats .

His hips stutter as he fights to maintain control. “Fuck, H. How…how do you want it? Fast or slow?”

“Fast,” I pant, my hole clenching around his cock. “Fuck me, Chuck. Use me like your personal sex toy.”

A wicked grin spreads across Charlie’s handsome face. “Your wish is my command.”

With that, he pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back in. I cry out, seeing stars behind my eyelids as he sets a punishing pace. The obscene slap of his balls against my ass is the most wondrous sound. A staccato rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.

Charlie’s eyes roll back, overwhelmed by the dual stimulation of my tight heat gripping him like a vice and the erotic symphony of our bodies meeting over and over. He leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs.

I rake my nails down his back, spurring him on. He shifts the angle of his hips, and suddenly, he’s hitting that magic spot deep inside me with every powerful thrust. Pleasure coils tightly in my core, building and building until I’m teetering on the edge.

My feet slip from their perch on his ass, unable to maintain their grip amid the vigorous rutting. Charlie pauses for a moment, his chest heaving, then with a devilish smirk, he grabs my legs and spreads them wider, opening me up completely.