Charlie Loves Bobby - Part 2

As you learned in the closing paragraph of the first installment of “Charlie Loves Bobby”, the one moment in my life that I had only dreamed about, had actually came true. I told Bobby that I was in love with him. To my surprise, he admitted to loving me too. 

For the span of 8 minutes, I thought that I had found the person that I could love forever, and spend the rest of my life with. Like most happy moments in my life, they never last very long. But this one tricked me into thinking that it was the exception. Maybe this time, just maybe, I had found the joy that will last for the rest of my life. “Silly boy! You should know better that that!”

I leaped back onto the bed, and into Bobby’s arms. “Am I dreaming? Or are we in love with each other? I feel like I’m dreaming Bobby. I’m not dreaming am I?” I asked.

“Let’s kiss. Then we’ll know for sure.” Bobby said. 

I tilted my head to one side as I slowly moved my face closer to Bobby’s. I was looking directly into his eyes as he tilted his head and moved forward to meet me in the middle. It seemed like super slow motion. I had time to think as I waited for our lips to meet. In my head I was thanking God for making Bobby love me. I can’t begin to count the times that I lay in bed asking God for this one favor.

“Please God! Make Bobby feel the way that I do, even if it just for a little while. I’ll never ask for anything again. Please!”

For the first time I could see that look on Bobby’s face that let me know that this was real. He was in love with me. I could see it in his eye’s as our faces were only inches apart. I watched his eyes slowly start to close. I did the same and then for the first time, our lips touched. It was incredible. I had dreamed of it so many times, and boy was I way off. 

I had never wanted to cry so badly as much as I did at that moment. For some reason, my prayers had been answered, and I had been selected for a lifetime of happiness. Or so I thought.

“I’m so happy Bobby. I wish we could just lay here forever.” I said. I never heard the rumble or any sound to warn me that my world was about to crumble.

“Well I don’t know about forever.” Bobby said. “But we can be together at least until we get married and have kids. We’d be a little hard to explain to our wife’s, don’t you think?” Bobby said.

“Right! That’s what I meant. But that’s so far away, it seems like forever.” I said 

So there I was, wrapped in the arms of the love of my life. I had just told him that I wish I could spend the rest of my life there in his arms. Now I wish I could just run away. At that moment, I suddenly wanted to be any place but there. I shouldn’t complain though. I had more then 8 minutes of utter happiness. To date, it still stands as a record.

Somehow Bobby was always able to redeem himself, if not in thought, he’d do it in deed. “Hey! I’m the only boy that you love, right?” Bobby said.

“Of course! You’re the only boy I have ever loved.” I replied.

“Okay, cool! I thought so. We can mess around with as many girls as we want, but no other guys okay. You’re the only guy that I love Charlie. You’re the only guy that I will ever love.” Bobby said.

If I where a smart person, and had the good sense to never follow my heart, I would’ve said thank you, but no thank you, got up and left. But I didn’t. Once again Bobby melted my heart when he told me that I was the only guy that he well ever love. BASTARD!

We continued this secret love affair all the way through high school. We had girlfriends and dated, sometimes together. I could always tell when Bobby was just after a girl for sex and you’d think it would make me blind with jealousy, but it didn’t. It was the girls that he fell in love with that caused me the greatest pain. When they dumped him he would cry in my arms for hours. Wondering what was wrong with him, what did he do? I’d just hold him and remind him that I loved him more then any of those girls. Once again you’d think that I’d be glad that his hetero fling was over, but I wasn’t. Those bitches hurt him and made him cry. I would go fucking nuts when I heard the things that they said to him. What in fuck was wrong with these cunts? What didn’t they see in Bobby, that I did.

Once Bobby looked me right in the eye and said that he wished that I was a girl so that he could finally stop looking. BASTARD! He always said the right thing at the perfect time. This comment was the topper. I decided right then that I would stay with Bobby for as long as he would have me. It’s very difficult to love someone as much as I loved Bobby, not only knowing, but being told that it is only temporary. I just didn’t think that this roller coaster would last for 10 years but it did. And at this point, we’re only 4 years into it.

We transitioned from a loving relationship to a sexual one towards the end of high school. He had more sex during our senior year then all of the years before that. Apparently his sexual drive had surpassed what the girls could provide, and I became an acceptable alternative. It was then that I learned that the problem was not over what the girls could provide, it was what they could endure.
Bobby was a maniac, and could fuck for hours if you’d let him. The girls didn’t, I did.

On the night that Bobby fucked me for the first time, he had been out on a date with a girl that he really liked. Bobby had told me that she seemed to be not as interested in him suddenly. Before he left to pick her up we spoke on the phone for about 10 minutes. He told me that he was afraid that she was going to dump him tonight. I was concerned. I drove past his house several times but didn’t see his truck. Finally, after midnight I saw that he was home and I could see a light under the crack on the garage door, the garage had been converted into Bobby’s bedroom years ago. It was too late to ring the bell, so I want around to the back yard and entered through a sliding glass door on their patio. 

The glass was already open a good two feet, so I stuck my hand in a pushed the Curtin to the side so I could enter. Bobby was jacking-off and I casually said, “Wait for me” I didn’t think he’d get embarrassed. Jacking-off together was something that he and I had done together at least a thousand times before. 

Bobby pulled his boxers on and sat on the edge of the bed. It looked ridiculous because his boner was tenting them and I wasn’t sure why he felt like he needed to cover up. Nudity was another thing that we shared, erect or other wise. This concerned me because it felt like we where going backwards. Here was a guy who could sit on the toilet and take a stinky shit while I stood naked at the sink shaving. Now he feels the need to hide his erection, and embarrassed over be caught masturbating. I didn’t get it.

I turned off the light and removed all of my clothes. I could only guess that this girl didn’t give up any pussy tonight. I grabbed the remote and rewound the porn video that Bobby had been masturbating to, and then I climbed onto his bed and worked my penis up to full mast. 

“What’s wrong honey?” I said playfully.

“What have I told you about calling me that? When did you turn into such a faggot?” Bobby said and it didn’t sound playful. 

For the first time ever, I didn’t like him very much right then. This was the worst thing that he had ever said to me. It scared me as much as it saddened me. I was not under any allusion that he couldn’t beat the shit out of me anytime he wanted, should the thought ever enter his mind. Nevertheless, I had the dignity and self-respect to defend myself.

“I am a faggot.” I said. “I guess you’d find out sooner or later anyway, might as well be now.” 

“So I guess you love taking it up the ass than?” Bobby said. 

Hearing Bobby say that really hurt me. I felt that the day that I hoped would never come was here. This is how it was going to end and by the time the sun came up in the morning, Bobby and I would be finished. So I might as well play it out.

“I wouldn’t know, I never had it up the ass before?” I said.

“”Why not?” Bobby said so hurtfully.

I could tell that I was about to cry. His question was a good one. I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore as I responded to Bobby question in a crying voice.”

“Because it takes a guy to fuck me and I promised the guy that I love that he would be the only one in my life. But I’m not worthy of that kind of love from him because I’m not a girl. I’ve kept my promise to you Bobby.”

Finally I had reached him. He looked at me and saw the sadness in my eyes. It made him feel terrible.

“Oh God! Charlie. I’m sorry. Oh I’m sorry! Please don’t cry.”

Bobby rolled over on top of me and we started to kiss in a way that we hadn’t for quite awhile. It was nice to feel so much passion again. We began to grind our erection together, which was something we both enjoyed so much. At some point, Bobby got to his knees and held himself up as he humped his cock against mine. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply with my tongue.

Caught up in the heat of what we were doing. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around Bobby’s waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my body was lifted from the bed as Bobby sat up with still holding him. We kissed like that for a long while until Bobby slowly lowered me back down to the mattress. About ¾ of the way down, the tip of Bobby’s stiff cock pressed against my ass hole and I gasped loudly. It stayed there and as soon as Bobby laid me down on the bed, he looked down at his crotch. He looked to see where his cock was in relation to my ass.

He looked up at me, then back down. When he looked back at me the second time he knew what I wanted. He didn’t say anything, but he raised his eyebrows as if you say, “Are you sure?”

I nodded my head up and down. Bobby dropped down flat against me and started to kiss me as I felt the pressure below. He slid inside of me until we were as connected as we could be. The pain was intense. Never in my life had I experienced so much pain. Bobby closed his eyes and began a rhythm of in and out motions. It hurt even worse then. I would have endured twice as mush pain just to see that look on his face. He seemed so happy by the feeling he was getting from what he was doing to me. He never stopped pumping. He just got faster and faster and in a little more then an hour later. I watched Bobby raise himself up with his eyes closed and his mouth gaping wide open. “Oh! I love you Charlie,” He said as he collapsed on me and kissed me as I felt him pumping his warm semen in my ass. He always said the right thing at the right time. BASTARD!

To Be Continued...