The Screwed-Up Life of Charlie the Second by Drew Ferguson

her celebrity recipe for a no-fuss-no-muss-no-bake tuna casserole and nodded.
    When Rob grabbed some sheet music, I got worried that he thought I was serious about practicing. Rob winked at me. “For cover,” he said, smiling ear-to-ear. Once we were in a practice room, Rob dropped the music, grabbed my ears, pulled my face to his, and kissed me. I guess jug ears aren’t so bad when a cute boy’s using them for handles.
    â€œHi, boyfriend,” he said as he broke away. We’d been frenching for so long my jaw was numb. He stroked my hair and cupped my face in his hands. He smelled like Polo—the real stuff.
    â€œHi,” I whispered into his mouth. Rob lay on his side and I got next to him and closed my eyes. We made out—light, quick kisses on each other’s ears, lips, eyes, hair, and noses (he half-nipped, half-sucked mine, which sounds weird, but felt way cool). We were both in shorts. Today’s high was supposed to hit, like, 87 degrees and we kept rubbing our bare legs together like crickets.
    I didn’t think anything could feel better and then Rob rolled on top of me, his legs at my sides. He pulled my shorts past my hips and snaked his hand into my underwear. He eased the waistband down, trapping it under my balls. I squirmed and tried to flip to my stomach, worried that when Rob saw how small my dick was, he’d make fun of me. Thank God, I was hard. I didn’t look like a total inchworm. Rob stroked me slowly—his hand was warm—and massaged a pearl of pre-come from the tip of my dick. I shivered goose bumps from my toes to my shoulders. Rob leaned in to kiss me and I got nervous. Sure, I’d been wanting to do this since, like, forever, but I was scared. What if I screwed up and he found out I was a virgin? I scooted back.
    â€œWhat?” he asked, all blue eyes and concern.
    â€œI’m still a…I…I haven’t done anything like this.” My chest was pounding.
    â€œIt’s okay,” he said, nuzzling his lips where my neck met the back of my ear. “We’ll go slowly.”
    I nodded. But then it dawned on me—I didn’t want to go slow. I wanted this—wanted Rob touching me. I tore off my shirt like it was on fire and yanked open Rob’s shorts.
    â€œEasy, pup,” Rob said, laughing and pulling his shirt over his head.
    I felt him—wow!—he had a big blue vein running along the shaft. It seemed bigger than it looked in the locker room shower. Really wide, too, with a big mushroom-shaped tip that wouldn’t fit through the center of a toilet paper roll. Okay, so I’ve tried with mine and I can. It’s not like I’m a horse. His pubes were really soft, too. The best part was him smiling and saying it was really cool that I was so excited.
    Side by side, we jacked each other off, watching what made the other feel good. Sometimes, he’d buck his hips, pumping his dick in my hand. Other times, he’d gasp, sucking air through his teeth. Right before he shot, his lips got all red and he pulled my face against his pecs so my mouth was over his nipple. He begged me to suck it, which seemed weird, ’cuz I didn’t think guys could be sensitive there. I flicked it with my tongue and it got hard and pointy. He told me to bite it and when I did, Rob arched onto the balls of his feet. He was almost hyperventilating, but I kept stroking. He gushed, spilling over my knuckles and into his pubic hair.
    Even while he was coming, Rob didn’t stop pumping me. When I was about to pop, Rob did something I didn’t expect. He swung around, facing me, and sucked the index finger of his free hand. Cradling my legs in the crook of his arms, he slipped a finger inside me. My butt grabbed Rob’s finger with the strength of a baby’s grip and I shot everywhere. He collapsed on top of me, both of us slick with sweat and come. Rob kissed me real softly and stuff.
    I wiped what I could