No Good Deed - Marie Sexton Page 0,43
and set the timer. “Sounds like he handled it better than Gray.”
“Gray won’t stay mad at you forever. He can’t. He cares about you too much.”
Charlie sighed. “You have more faith in him than I do. And that’s saying a lot considering you’re the one who was smart enough to leave him.”
They had dinner as the banana bread baked, then spent the evening cuddled together on the couch under one of Charlie’s afghans. The wind howled outside, making the house creak and groan. Charlie rarely turned on the TV, but Jonas convinced him to watch a movie, hoping to distract him from his argument with Gray.
But as the credits rolled, he decided there were better ways of distracting Charlie.
As Charlie got ready for bed, Jonas touched the zippered cases on the top shelf.
“Can I look at these?”
“Of course. Don’t touch the rods themselves, though. They’ve been sterilized.
Jonas took down the first case and unzipped it to study the thin silver bars inside. They were ridged, and each had a small, teardrop-shaped bulb at one end.
Charlie came up behind him to look over his shoulder. “Curious?”
Jonas smiled. “Always.” Especially when it came to ways of creating pleasure. “Is it dangerous?”
“Only if you’re not careful.”
Jonas looked up at him, his mouth dry. “And it feels good?”
“Oh, honey. If you do it right, it’s the most amazing feeling in the world.”
“And you know how to do it right?”
“It’s like placing a catheter, which I learned to do in nursing school.”
“But these don’t go that deep?” Jonas asked.
“I don’t have any designed for that.” He took down a longer case and showed Jonas the contents. “These will reach your prostate. But I wouldn’t try that until you’re ready.” He pointed to the instruments Jonas held. “I wouldn’t use these on you either. Not the first time.” He pulled out one of the other cases, unzipped it, and held them out for Jonas to see. These were smooth silver—no ridges or bulbs. Just shiny, slender bars, with the slightest curve at one end.
It scared the hell out of him. Then again, so did being cut open in order to donate a kidney. Besides, he trusted Charlie implicitly.
“Will you show me?” He swallowed hard. “I mean, maybe on yourself first?”
Charlie’s smile gave him goose bumps. “Gladly.”
First, Charlie made him wash his hands thoroughly. Then Charlie washed his own and used a washcloth on his groin.
“Get on the bed.”
Jonas did, still wearing his boxers. Charlie sat in front of him, completely naked. He laid everything out on a towel next to him on the bed—both cases of sounding rods, a wet washcloth, a tube of medical-grade lubricant, and a box of rubber gloves.
“You don’t want bacteria in the urethra,” Charlie explained as he donned a pair of gloves. “That’s why I sterilize them after each use.”
He chose one of the ribbed rods, with an elongated bulb on the end.
“There are a lot of parallels between this and anal sex. In both cases, you’re going in through a door you’ve thought of as exit only for most of your life. The first key is lots of lubricant.” He spread some on the sounding bar. “Remember when you were first getting used to anal?”
Jonas winced. “Definitely. The guy I was with back then was always in a hurry. Never gave me time to really get ready, which meant he ended up hurting me more often than not.”
Charlie nodded. “This is the same way. There are sort of two levels of discomfort. There’s the superficial discomfort—because you’ve never done it before and it’s a bit taboo. And then there’s the real discomfort. The kind that tells you to stop.” He held his half-erect cock in one hand. With the other, he placed the tip of the rod into the slit of his penis. “Go slow. If it starts to be uncomfortable, stop. Breathe. Wait until you’re relaxed enough to go farther.”
He slid the rod slowly in. His breath caught in his throat, his eyelids fluttering at the pleasure. He was almost instantly fully erect.
His voice, when he spoke again, was deep and throaty. “And just like with anal sex, if you do it wrong, it hurts like hell. But if you do it right…”
He slid the bar out a bit, moaning.
“It’s amazing,” Jonas finished for him.
“Exactly.”
Jonas reached for him but stopped short. “Do I need gloves?”
“Not if you only touch the end of the bar, not the part that’s going deeper.”
First, Jonas simply wrapped his hand around Charlie’s shaft. He