I arrived home to find Charlie, a very quiet and polite young man, who occupied the rented apartment above mine, frantically searching through his pockets for the key that would allow him to gain entry to our condo.
It turned out that Charlie's niece had been playing with his keys earlier in the day and had removed his apartment keys, just leaving his car key on his key-ring. Charlie was visibly relieved when I told him he didn't have to drive another four hours plus back to his parent's home. I offered Charlie a bed for the night on my comfortable sofa. It would be quite straight forward getting a set of spare keys from the apartment letting agency in the morning.
I let us both into my little abode. I watched Charlie closely as his wide blinking eyes flittered everywhere. His thick black horn-rimmed spectacles sparkled, taking in all my photos and knick-knacks. Charlie then managed a smile for the first time since I'd encountered him on my doorstep.
The kitchen was our first priority. As I had correctly assumed, the long drive had left a bit of a hole that needed filling. The smell of frying bacon that had assailed my nostrils from upstairs to stir me on many Sunday mornings pointed me the right direction. I knew Charlie was partial to this fare, so I nimbly set about preparing a unique fry-up.
I had three pans on the go at once. All set off in stages, of course. I soon had a sizzling spectacle on the go that made our mouths water.
Charlie pitched in, turning over the bacon, stirring the fried tomatoes, and whisking the eggs. I buttered some doorstep slices of bread as I gazed at Charlie from across the kitchen really taking him in for the first time.
Since Charlie had move into our condo about three months previously, we had only ever greeted each other in passing, on the stairs, or as I was entering/leaving the building, or vice versa. What I then noticed was a lovely, early twenty something, very polite, inoffensive, seemingly confident and charming young man who it was a pleasure to be in the company of.
What came to light a little later was that Charlie wasn't all that confident at all. Charlie sometimes felt as if he was a little too eager to please sometimes. Most of all, Charlie wanted to lose at least twenty pounds of what he termed "ugly fat".
After consuming our hearty impromptu meal, not bothering too much with the niceties of table manners, our sighing noises of satisfaction were slightly comical. The need for food had outweighed any sense of decorum. Belching aloud seemed a bit over the top so I pardoned myself with a slight burp. Charlie did likewise. Then we alighted to my 'lounge'.
I had two easy and a large sofa in my lounge. The comfy, easy chairs were the choice of both Charlie and I. We both sat across the room from each other stupidly grinning. We very quickly managed to get outside of a couple bottles of quite strong South African Pinot Noir.
It was during this time that Charlie began to unburden his soul, estimating his self-worth. Just when I started to think I had invited a sad drunk into my home, Charlie thanked me profusely for satiating his need to be rescued, fed and watered. Charlie said I was his hero. I had the good grace to appear embarrassed. Charlie then alluded to his car full of dirty washing that he had brought back from his week's stay at his parent's place.
What next caught my attention was his vivid description of how his sticky, sweat-stained under-garment was clinging to him, and he felt he would need to remove them soon.
I quite excitedly and tipsily interjected that I would be more than pleased to accept such a gift, and I was only sorry that his discomfort would afford me such pleasure.
With a triumphant, "here then," in one swift move Charlie half staggered upright and pulled off his trousers and soiled undergarment and hurled them in my direction. Charlie's underpants landed on my head. I let them slide down to cover my face and nostrils. I inhaled deeply. I was able appreciate Charlie's perspective. I could almost taste the tangy, musky aroma of urine mixed with sweat. I loosened my belt and opened the buttons to my trousers. Unzipping myself allowed me to unburden the bulge that had grown too much to bear.
I skillfully maneuvered Charlie's oversized gift from my head to my crotch area where I used the garment as a sheath to slowly masturbate myself. I gripped my throbbing cock and began to slowly jerk off. I caught a glimpse of a skid mark in their gusset. This excited me a little more.
Managing to catch sight of Charlie through half closed eyes, I was thrilled and surprised to see a half-naked Charlie pounding urgently.
My gradual increase in my own pumping action, including the pleasurable groans I was loudly proclaiming, spurred Charlie on to lose all inhibitions, and in turn wank himself even harder. We found ourselves in a race, of which I of course won -- due in part to my extremely competitive nature, and being highly sexed.
A huge spurt of pure white ejaculate shot from my over-worked, severely manipulated cock in three long bursts. The delight and pure enjoyment of this sight was mirrored in the manic grin illuminating from Charlie's innocent countenance.
Determined not to be left behind, Charlie dutifully made his own climactic statement sixty seconds later with all the ceremony, jerky spasms and finesse of somebody trying to jump start their car on a chilly morning.
In that moment, there has possibly never been such a look of contented peace and serenity that encapsulated Charlie's precise demeanor, thick black glasses, angelic chubby face, and all.
In seconds we had both cleaned-up matter-of-factly, and moved back into the kitchen to wash up. It was as if the previous thirty minutes had never happened.
In complete silence Charlie handed me plates, cups and cutlery that I expertly rinsed and left to drain. When the exercise had finished I gazed into Charlie's eyes penetrating the thick lenses of his sexy glasses and said, "Will you sleep in my bed tonight?"
With only a moment's hesitation Charlie gently touched my arm, the first time there had been any physical contact between us. Charlie leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I'm still a virgin!"
