Charlie and I (A True Story)

[Synth.x]

Today I went to a Super Bowl party. At this Super Bowl party, I saw a guy I have a little history with. He reminded me of a lot, and I decided to make a mini-story about it: a tribute to my having to deal with being gay with some heavy muscle appreciation. I don?t know? I felt like writing hehe. It?s entirely true, just a little change of the names because I'm embarrassed like that.



Nearing the end of eighth grade one of my best friends Lawrence ?introduced? me to his friend Charlie. Charlie was before then just an acquaintance as he was in my class, but as Lawrence and Charlie grew to be better friends - teammates - through wrestling, I began to see more and more of him. This Charlie was infamous for being one of the most modest and obliviously attractive guys, though I acted very nonchalantly around him, and to nearly everyone?s speculation our friendship grew to be just that? a friendship?

One night, a play-date between friends, sugar and adrenaline dictated wild behavior among four fourteen year-olds. Upon returning from their wrestling practice, Lawrence, Charlie, and John as sweaty and intoxicating as they were, decided to make my life more painful as they practiced their newly-learned wrestling moves on each other in the basement? Heaven forbid they strip articles of clothing to the heat?

Minutes later as I watch greatly on edge and as concealed as possible, Lawrence lay ref?ing a match between shirtless? sweaty? John and Charlie. Thick arms and legs intertwined... I couldn't help but appreciate the bulge of their biceps, the striations in each of their muscles in sharp relief as they pushed each other with all their strength, even in playtime. Charlie, easily manipulating the smaller boy, laughed as he pinned him and their match ends. Lawrence, intervening, decides wrestling is too structured as he incites an all out brawl. The Gods were against me this night as our fight? yes this time I was dragged in? split into duels. I was paired with Charlie (who was still shirtless I might add), and our duels became much more large-scale with several rooms and tools at our disposal.

As Lawrence chased John outside the sliding door and into the sprinkler, Charlie trapped me in the game room as I ran in to find a tool to ?fend him off?? (I was certainly a good actor.) Easily bringing me to the floor (but I was no wrestler), Charlie soon pinned me, knelt over me with his hands at my shoulders, and as if the very stars aligned to sequence the most awkward fucking moment in all of time, we stopped. I grew very confused, even in the truly short seconds of this awkward exchange. Time itself had slowed to allow my brain to confound itself on the motives of this extremely hot, sweaty, shirtless guy that had me pinned to the floor.

But there it was? after what seemed like ten seconds? at least. A kiss. And not just one? Several? this guy was making out with me? ?I might as well die in a moment? I thought, ?if this is a dream I don?t want to wake up, and if this is real then my life is complete.?

I kissed him back obviously, and as this went on, my hands couldn?t help but wander. I felt at his chest? his skin was hot and damp and smooth? the hard muscle underneath twitching slightly as he practically did pushups over me. I heard him moan slightly at my touch and took this as a cue. He grinned and chuckled at my fingering of his nipple and allowed himself to collapse on top of me, moving his attention to my neck. My arousal grew ten-fold as I felt his hard muscles against me? they twitched and flexed so much with every little movement of his. He ran his hands down my chest and I couldn?t control myself? I blew my load and Charlie knew immediately what had happened. He just grinned and came in close again, and he kissed my cheek.



After eighth grade some of the boys in my class left the school district to attend an all-boys private high school. Charlie was one of these guys. Never did I see him again without a large crowd of people, drinking, and loud hip-hop music? never would anything like this happen. I began to realize that Charlie didn?t see what happened the same way I did. To him, it was getting caught in the moment? puberty in full force? testosterone? adrenaline? whatever it was. That wasn?t him. He had a girlfriend now, one he at least seemed happy with.


Several years later, now freshmen in college, Charlie is still friends with friends of mine and he and I met again at this party. With just a small gathering, it was the first time I had seen him in a calm setting, a normal household with just two couches and a big screen TV. It was also the first time I had seen him in a year and a half? maybe even two years. Puberty was so very good to him? Gone were his boyish good looks, replaced by a rugged handsomeness I couldn?t say was matched by any guy I had ever seen. He wore a white polo, form-fitting to his muscled wrestler?s body, and we sat next to each other. Throughout the entire night I couldn?t figure him out? but I don't even know what I was trying to analyze. As Lawrence and I walked to my car for home, Charlie walked to his.

?Bye Charlie? Lawrence said.

?Bye, Lawrence. Bye? Tyler? Charlie said.

?Later, Chuck? I said just a little coyly. I smiled and didn?t look back.

[tagsnola]

... but oh what a moment!!!

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That was a pretty hot story, thanks for sharing.

[rtulde]

What a perfectly crafted story! Since it is a real memory it catches perfectly for me the bittersweet quality of that late middle, early high school time. At that age we are trying to figure things out, love, sex, etc. Even with years of perspective there are ambiguous episodes like this one that are STILL hard to figure out. Two questions, are you out as gay to your friends and family? If so, is there any chance you could just ask Charlie, "What do you think that was all about?"

[Synth.x]

I'm only out to some of my best friends. Lawrence for instance is one of them now... but not when this memory actually occurred.
As for your second question... there was something communicated between the two of us after this happened. Something that didn't really need words... it's certainly hard to explain heh.
It's not like we never saw each other again or never made eye contact if you know what I'm trying to say, nothing ever needed to be said. He dated girls.