A Long List of Nevers - 16. Chapter 16

“Ow.” Keith yelped as his head hit the wind chimes hanging over the steps to Carl’s house.

 

Carl chuckled but didn’t release him. He carried Keith through the verandah, playfully nibbling at his neck. He regretfully deposited him beside the door and fumbled with his keys.

 

As the door swung open, he reached inside and hit the light switch. He growled and picked Keith up again and carried him inside. He kicked the door shut behind them. Giggling, they collapsed on the lounge and Carl bent down to resume their kiss.

 

Keith felt goose bumps travel up his spine as Carl slipped a hand beneath his shirt. His fingers skimmed over Keith’s skin lifting the shirt up as his caresses moved upwards. Finally he pulled the shirt off over Keith’s head and draped it over a nearby lamp.

 

Keith felt a wave of uncertainty descend on him as he looked up at Carl bare-chested. He was acutely conscious of the way his chest only had the barest hint of muscle in it. Not exactly skin and bones, but he had no muscle definition whatsoever when compared to Carl.

 

Carl smiled as he interpreted Keith’s expression correctly. “You’re beautiful.” He assured him. He bent down and kissed a nipple gently, making Keith gasp. “Just relax.”

 

He trailed kisses down, stopping to poke a tongue into Keith’s innie bellybutton. Keith started laughing and bucking beneath him. “Carl, shit, I’m ticklish! Don’t.”

 

Carl looked up at him with a bemused expression, shrugging he started kissing even lower. He dropped a final kiss right where the trail of hair on Keith’s belly started to grow a bit thicker.

 

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.” Carl grunted as he lifted himself out of the lounge. He helped Keith up and led him to the bedroom. He discarded his shoes and socks on the carpet, Keith did the same.

 

Standing at the foot of the bed, Carl shucked his shirt off. He stood there looking at Keith with a playful grin, his fingers poised at the front of his pants. His lean muscles were covered with light perspiration, making his smooth chest shimmer in the diffuse light coming from the living room.

 

“Don’t scream.”

 

Keith chuckled. “I’ve actually seen it before.”

 

“Whoa. When?”

 

Keith blushed. “Back at the resort, the morning after we got stranded.”

 

“Sneaky bastard.” Carl laughed. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off unselfconsciously. Keith tried to avert his eyes but the gravity of curiosity kept pulling them back to the sizable bulge in Carl’s undies.

 

Carl didn’t remove the remaining piece of clothing, instead he moved closer to Keith.

 

“Your turn.” He whispered, smiling.

 

Keith swallowed and nervously fumbled with his belt. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off hesitantly, discarding them on the carpet.

 

“Don’t laugh.”

 

“Why would I?” Carl was looking at him with eyes hooded with lust.

 

“I’m not as…” Keith coughed. “Well-endowed.”

 

Carl laughed.

 

“I just said don’t laugh.”

 

In lieu of an answer, Carl tipped Keith’s head up and kissed him. His hands reached between them and grasped Keith’s erection through his underwear.

 

Keith gasped, feeling his whole body stiffen at the contact.

 

“I don’t care and you’re not small either.” Carl’s fingers slowly stroked his length making Keith shudder.

 

“Carl. If you keep doing that…”

 

Carl moved his hands away and ran them softly over Keith’s chest and down again to his arms. He grasped Keith’s hands and led them towards the waistband of his underwear.

 

“Take ‘em off.” He whispered softly.

 

Keith knelt down. With trembling fingers, he slowly pulled Carl’s underwear lower. He gulped hard when the mat of short blonde hair ended at the thick rosy white base of Carl’s dick.

 

He’s huge, Keith thought. Not really that surprising when everything else about Carl was big.

 

He pulled the elastic band over Carl’s arousal, uncovering the rest of him. Carl stepped out of the underwear once Keith had pulled down to his feet. Keith’s eyes returned upwards. Carl stood there naked and proud, filling Keith’s senses with his masculine musk. His dick loomed in front of him, gently curving upwards. Immediately the desire to bury his face down there returned.

 

Carl reached a hand down and stroked Keith’s hair. “You like my lollie?”

 

They both laughed.

 

“Touch it.” Carl urged softly when their laughter subsided.

 

Taking a deep breath Keith moved closer. He hesitantly touched it first with a fingertip, adding more fingers until he was grasping the hot gently throbbing length. It was somehow amazing that he was feeling Carl’s heartbeat there.

 

“Keith…” Carl warned.

 

“Here’s a fun fact, it’s the first one I’ve touched other than my own.” Keith bit his lower lip cheekily as he continued to explore Carl’s gently curving dick.

 

Carl groaned as he laughed again. “Fuck, mate. Do you want me to come right here? Here’s another fun fact, you’re the first virgin I’ve ever slept with!”

 

Keith traced his fingers along the flaring crown, cutting off Carl’s laughter abruptly and replacing it with a loud groan. A drop of precome was glistening on the tip inviting a taste. He leaned forward and sucked the smooth head in gently. Carl’s reaction was instantaneous. He jerked back quickly, laughing and stamping his legs. “Not yet!”

 

Keith grinned, loving the knowledge that he had this effect on the big guy.

 

“My turn.”

 

Carl pulled him up. He leaned down and kissed him gently, then slid down to a kneeling position in front of Keith. Keith’s own erection was just as evident through his underwear. Carl craned his neck forward until his lips were millimeters from Keith’s cloth-covered arousal. His breath fanned him through the fabric, almost touching but not quite.

 

Carl glanced up at Keith, grinning at his expression. “You’re turning blue.”

 

Keith hadn’t realized he had been holding his breath. He let it out and laughed.

 

Carl flicked out a tongue quickly, making Keith’s dick bob inside the restraining cloth. Keith drew in his breath sharply again and turned red this time.

 

Carl collapsed on the floor, guffawing.

 

“Goddamit, Carl.”

 

“Sorry.” Carl stopped laughing. He shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.” He schooled his features and returned to his task. He eased Keith out of his undies, releasing him.

 

Naked, Keith had to fight the urge to cover his genitals. He was still afraid that Carl might find something wrong with him and run off.

 

Instead, Carl whispered “You’re beautiful.” His warm hand enclosed his dick, squeezing gently. Keith had to concentrate really hard not to blow his load just then and there.

 

“You keep saying that.” Keith managed to croak out as Carl continued gently stroking him.

 

“Well, you keep acting like you don’t believe it.” With that, Carl captured Keith’s dick with his mouth.

 

“Fuck.” Keith groaned as Carl started to suck him off expertly. His tongue flicked at the head rapidly as he drew him in and out of his throat. In a few seconds Keith was clawing at Carl’s hair trying to gasp out a warning. “Carl, I’m going to… Carl!”

 

Carl didn’t stop. He just placed his hands behind Keith and pulled him closer, thrusting him deeper into his mouth.

 

“Carl.” Keith curled his body against Carl as he felt the beginnings of the spasms at the base of his dick. Carl pulled away just as he exploded all over his chest.

 

Keith closed his eyes, gasping for air as waves of pleasure washed over him.

 

“Figured you might need a bit of pressure off.” Carl smiled.

 

Keith only moaned in reply as his eyes caught sight of his come running down Carl’s chest.

 

“Should I wash it off or…?”

 

“No.”

 

Pure desire coursed through Keith’s veins. His erection couldn’t even subside. With lust-driven strength, he pulled Carl up and pushed him unto the bed. He crawled over him, leaning in for a hungry kiss. There was no more hesitation in his movements as he trailed a tongue down Carl’s chin, tasting the saltiness of his sweat, lower to the sensitive skin of his neck and finally over Carl’s broad chest. Carl shivered under him as he fastened his mouth over Carl’s right nipple, the skin made slick with his own earlier release. The mild salt of his come mixing with the sharper tangy salt of Carl’s sweat, he suckled gently then moved to the other.

 

Carl arched his back at the sensation. With the movement, his dick came in contact with Keith’s chest, making him groan louder. He hooked his hands beneath Keith’s arms and drew him back up. He started to pull Keith to him for a kiss, but Keith stopped him.

 

“Wait. I…”

 

“You are a virgin, right?”

 

“Yes, but…”

 

“I trust you.” Carl kissed him. He tasted Keith’s come in his mouth and deepened the kiss.

 

Keith broke away. “I want to taste you.”

 

Carl nodded quickly, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

 

Keith moved down the length of Carl’s body again. He took hold of Carl’s erection and enclosed the head with his mouth. He groaned as he felt the smooth head swell against his lips in reaction. He popped it out again, nibbling down the shaft to the base of Carl’s balls. He buried his nose there and inhaled, feeling Carl’s dick jerk against his cheek. He trailed his tongue down to his sensitive inner thighs then back up to the turgid shaft. He dropped a kiss lovingly on the springy mat of hair surrounding Carl’s sex then wrapped his lips on a side of his dick. He bit lightly into the smooth velvety skin covering the iron-hard shaft then slid back up, once again taking the head between his lips.

 

He looked up and met Carl’s gaze as he explored the small cleft on the tip with his tongue. Carl’s pupils were dilated with arousal as he stared back. His irises were now almost a solid band of green around circles of blackness. His hands were clenching and unclenching on the bedspread. He attempted to smile at Keith but his eyes rolled up instead as Keith starting flicking his tongue on the small fold of skin beneath the head.

 

Keith couldn’t get enough of the taste and the heat. The precome leaking from Carl’s dick made it slick as he swirled his tongue around it. He leaned forward, trying to get as much of Carl’s curving length inside his mouth as possible. Carl writhed and started to thrust his hips in short frantic jabs. Keith was groaning as he sucked, not realizing that the vibrations it caused was driving Carl even wilder.

 

“Keith, that’s enough. Come here.” Carl whispered urgently.

 

Keith regretfully let it slide off his mouth, popping free from his lips. With a final quick suction on the glistening tip, he crawled back up.

 

Carl enveloped him in a bear hug, rolling him over until he was on top. He captured Keith’s mouth with his, holding Keith tightly against him.

 

Keith could barely breathe beneath Carl’s weight but he didn’t care, he wanted every part of him to touch Carl. Every part of his skin that wasn’t pressed against Carl screamed for contact. He hooked his legs up over Carl’s hips, groaning as he felt Carl’s dick press against the skin just below his balls. His own dick was trapped between them, rubbing erotically against Carl’s chest, lubricated with his own earlier come.

 

Carl’s hand slid down his side and reached beneath him. He enclosed one cheek of Keith’s bum with a big hand, massaging it gently.

 

“Keith?” He pulled away, a question in his eyes.

 

“I don’t know.”

 

Carl just smiled and took Keith’s right hand. He guided it to his own buttocks. “We’ll do it the other way.”

 

Keith felt the sweat slickened smoothness of the skin. He brought his other hand up to better explore the firm muscles. Carl’s growled softly as Keith’s fingers moved closer to the hair-roughened valley between the cheeks.

 

“You. Inside me?”

 

Keith answered by pressing a fingertip against Carl’s entrance. Not letting go of his gaze, Carl pressed back against it.

 

“Is that a yes?”

 

“Yes.” Keith replied huskily.

 

Carl dropped a quick kiss then leaned over to the bedside table. He opened the drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. Keith watched him quietly as he opened the packet with his teeth. He moved down to Keith’s straining erection. He bent down and took it into his mouth, making Keith grit his teeth. He released him and rolled the condom over Keith’s dick. He applied a generous amount of lube along its length then reached back and coated his entrance as well. He replaced the bottle on the table and pulled Keith up.

 

Carl paused for a second, hugging Keith again as they kneeled on the bed. He kissed Keith on the top of his head, closing his eyes and just leaning him against his chest for a moment. Letting go, he positioned himself on his back. He reached for a pillow and propped it beneath him.

 

“How do I...?” Keith started to ask. In answer Carl just grasped his dick and pulled him closer. He raised his massive legs up, giving Keith better access. Keith let Carl guide him to his entrance, both of them groaning as the head popped inside. Carl grasped Keith’s hips and pulled, driving him deeper into him in one thrust.

 

“Fuck.” Carl grunted, his eyes squeezing shut at the mixture of pleasure and pain. “It’s been a while.”

 

Keith grasped Carl’s ankles and rested them on his shoulders as he waited for Carl to get used to the invasion. He stroked his cheek against the fine hair on his legs, kissing the warm skin. He drew back slowly and plunged in again. Carl drew his breath sharply, a low growl of pleasure issuing from his throat.

 

“Harder.”

 

That was all the encouragement Keith needed. Wrapping his arms around Carl’s thighs he thrust himself hard into him. He gradually picked up the pace, pounding again and again into the tight warmth.

 

Carl’s hands found his own dick and started pumping furiously to Keith’s thrusts. Keith could barely think. The savage friction of each plunge bringing in waves of sensations he had never felt before. He could almost feel his mind floating off, detaching as his whole world became the rhythm, growing more and more urgent each time he buried himself within Carl.

 

Carl gritted his teeth until he couldn’t take it anymore. With final frantic jerks of his hand he erupted, ropes of come coating his chest. He let out a prolonged howl of pleasure, his muscles contracting in waves over Keith’s dick. That was enough to take Keith over the edge as well. He shoved himself inside Carl one last time and stiffened, letting out an answering bellow as he came.

 

He let Carl’s legs fall back to the bed and sprawled himself over Carl, craving the contact. Still connected, he hugged Carl’s slick chest tightly, trying to catch his breath. He was still shuddering with the waves of his release when Carl pulled him up against him. His dick pulled free of Carl, still spasming involuntarily.

 

Carl kissed him softly on the forehead and on the nose, finally just holding Keith’s face against his. Keith opened his eyes in surprise as he felt wetness. Carl’s cheeks were awash with tears, his lips quivering in a small smile.

 

“Did I hurt you?” Keith asked in alarm.

 

“No.” Carl laughed. He sniffed and wiped a hand across his cheeks, but the tears kept flowing. “No. I’m just happy is all.”

 

Keith leaned in and kissed him. A happy sob escaped Carl and he pulled Keith against him, wrapping him tightly in his arms. He rested Keith’s head against his shoulder, trembling slightly.

 

“I love you, Keith.”

 

He said that so softly that it was barely audible. But Keith heard it and his chest tightened around his still wildly beating heart.

 

Did he just say that?

 

But before Keith could dwell on it further, Carl turned his head towards him and kissed him again.

 

“Now I understand why the French call it la petite mort.”

 

“What?” Keith laughed.

 

“Just saying that was fucking awesome.”

 

“You’re not just saying that?”

 

Carl laughed as he reached for the corner of the blanket. He wiped his tears away and smiled “No. You were awesome.”

 

“You probably say that to everyone.” Keith teased, resting his head against Carl’s neck.

 

“No I don’t and I want to do it again.” He was grinning happily, eyes still sparkling.

 

Keith could feel himself stirring again.

 

“We should shower first though.” Carl suggested as he ran a finger through his come-covered chest. They were both sticky, though Keith didn’t feel grossed out about it in the least. A playful note entered Carl’s voice, “We could do it in the shower.”

 

Keith felt a renewed surge of arousal as he formed an answering grin.

 

Now how could he refuse that?

 

 

 

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Keith stirred from his sleep at a jarring sound. It stopped just as his consciousness clicked into place. He blinked and focused his eyes blearily around the room, trying to find the source of the sound. Everything was silent and bathed in cold blue light coming in from the dawn outside the open window.

 

He was curled up against Carl’s chest, warm and snug. Last night’s memories slowly pieced themselves back in his sleep-fogged brain, making him smile.

 

The ringing sound started again.

 

It was the phone.

 

He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, noting that it was still only a few minutes after five in the morning.

 

“Carl.” He shook the big guy who was softly snoring beside him.

 

“Hm?” Carl grunted and opened an eye. He smiled sleepily when he saw Keith. Pulling him close, he planted a warm kiss on his lips. “Good morning.”

 

“Phone.” Keith pointed and yawned.

 

Carl leaned over Keith and looked at the clock. He frowned. “Why’s anyone calling me this early?”

 

Without dislodging Keith from his arms, he reached over him and picked the phone up.

 

“Hello?”

 

A woman’s voice answered on the other end though Keith couldn’t make out the words.

 

“Good morning, Aunt Lauren.” A neutral expression slid over Carl’s face.

 

More indistinct chatter from the other end, this time a look of shock then worry flashed across Carl’s face.

 

“Is he alright?”

 

“What’s wrong?” Keith whispered as he turned around in Carl’s arms. His hand slid over Carl’s chest in concern.

 

Carl placed a finger on his lips as he listened further.

 

“Why now?” Carl demanded to the person on the line. His lips tightened as he listened to the reply. “I’m already an orphan!” Anger punctuated every word. Knuckles white, he replaced the phone on its cradle.

 

He turned back towards Keith and hugged him tightly, his eyes open and staring out into the window. A light breeze picked up the gossamer curtains at the sides, momentarily fanning them out like dark blue wings.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“It’s my Dad. He’s had a heart attack.”

 

“Is he okay?” Keith glanced up at Carl, remembering their conversation yesterday about his parents.

 

“Yeah, he’s fine now. But…” His eyes hardened. “Aunt Lauren says he wants to see me.”

 

“Do you want to?”

 

“No!” Carl’s answer was immediate and startling in its vehemence.

 

Keith nuzzled closer to Carl’s throat, not knowing whether he should be sharing his anger or comforting him. He could only guess at the things Carl had gone through after his parents had summarily disowned him years ago. A part of him agreed with Carl fully that his parents had no hold on him anymore. Yet another part of him longed to heal the wound in the only way possible – reconciliation.

 

A blue-shrouded silence filled the room, broken only by the ticking of the alarm clock and the distant muted roar of the surf.

 

“I don’t know.” Carl whispered quietly after a few minutes. “I don’t know.”