Chapter 157: Blow job in the rain.
"Geez! Control yourself, you young man!" Charles snapped, playfully hitting Augustine on the shoulder.
Augustine shook his head sideways. "I can feel your dick on my stomach. Would I sound weird if I say I want to suck it? I really want to taste you pookie."
Charles sneered, rolling his eyes with a teasing glint as he let go of Augustine’s shoulder. "Alright then," he whispered, his voice low and tempting.
Augustine’s eyes widened in delight. "Oh my gosh! Thank you so much, pookie," he exclaimed, grinning wildly before pinning Charles against the car with a burst of excited energy.
Charles chuckled softly, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Babe, let’s drive somewhere more secluded," he murmured, brushing a finger down Augustine’s damp chest. "Someone might catch a picture of you like this... and I’m not ready to see another picture of us in public."
Though Augustine’s car was parked on the side of the road, the storm had cleared the street, leaving behind an eerie, rain-slicked silence.
Augustine had expected the usual traffic, but to his surprise, the road was almost deserted—just a few cars passing by and even fewer people braving the rain.
"I don’t care about being seen with the man I love," Augustine boldly stated, his voice steady and sure. "Besides, sooner or later, I have to come out and let the world know... I’m gay—and I’m proud of it."
Charles’ lips curved into a thin smile as he placed his hands back on each of Augustine’s shoulders.
"I love you, Augustine Wales. But that doesn’t mean I want to see you in trouble," Charles firmly uttered. "You should come out when you’re truly ready—not just for the sake of the moment. Until then, we need to be cautious."
Augustine brush a strand of wet hair from Charles’ forehead as he began to justify his actions. "Pookie, you don’t need to worry about anyone taking our picture..."
"Babe," Charles cut in, his voice low and firm, eyes locked on Augustine’s with a seriousness that made his heart skip. "Let’s drive somewhere more remote—somewhere quiet. Then we can do whatever we want... without worry."
There was no room for argument in Charles tone, and Augustine knew it. If he dared to challenge Charles now, he’d lose—beautifully and completely.
With a soft sigh, Augustine opened the car door and slid back into the driver’s seat, Charles still clinging to him like a second skin.
"Let’s go to your favorite tree," Charles suggested, eyes sparkling with mischief as he began to lift himself from Augustine’s lap, his movements slow and teasing.
"Hey, where do you think you’re going?" Augustine questioned, pulling Charles right back onto his lap with a firm grip and a devilish smirk.
Charles huffed, his cheeks flushing. "Augustine, I am not sitting on your lap while you drive. That’s dangerous—and it’s still raining," he added, voice sharp but soft around the edges. "I need you focused on the road, not distracted by my ass."
With a sharp sigh, Charles slid over to the passenger side and sank into the seat, water dripping from his soaked clothes onto the leather beneath him.
His body was already starting to feel the chill, and he knew if he didn’t dry off soon, he’d end up catching a cold.
"Wait..." Charles stated, turning his gaze to Augustine. "You’re still recovering, aren’t you? Should you really be out in the rain like this?" Charles inquired, his voice soft with concern, eyes scanning Augustine’s damp figure.
"Hmm... I’m strong, Charles Donald. I won’t get sick," Augustine said confidently, giving Charles a reassuring smile before turning the car’s engine on and easing the vehicle down the road.
Charles opened his mouth to scold Augustine, but then stopped himself.
Instead, he decided that once they reached Augustine’s mansion, he’d prepare a hot bath for him.
Minutes later, Augustine pulled the car over to the side of the road, stopping just in front of a towering banyan tree.
Its sprawling canopy cast a patchwork of shadows on the ground, its roots thick and gnarled like an ancient being.
The tree was tall, though not overly so, its branches spreading out in all directions to form a natural shelter and rain droplet could be seen falling from the leaves of the tree.
"Come and sit on my lap," Augustine whispered.
He had expected Charles to protest, but to his surprise, Charles slid over to the driver’s seat and sat down on Augustine’s thigh, wrapping his arms around Augustine’s neck.
With a proud smile, Augustine wrapped his arms around Charles’ waist, then opened the car door and stepped into the rain.
"Tell me, pookie," Augustine began with a seductive bold voice. "Are you ready for the best blow job of your life?"
Charles nervously nodded, his breath hitching in anticipation.
Augustine smirked, pushing Charles back against the car. "I need you to firmly wrap your legs around my neck while I bend over," Augustine instructed.
Charles scoffed, his lips curling into a playful smirk. "That sounds like a difficult task," he whispered, slowly unwrapping his legs from Augustine’s waist and letting them slide onto the floor. "How about I stand, and you give me a blow job instead?" His
Charles voice was low, deliberate, as if savoring every word.
Augustine’s heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he was lost in the intensity of Charles’ gaze.
Augustine nodded, the words tumbling out in a hushed, eager tone. "That sounds perfect," he purred, his pulse quickening.
Exhaling!
Charles released his hands from Augustine’s neck, giving him more freedom to move.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Augustine reached for the drenched fabric of Charles’s shirt, his fingers trembling with anticipation but before he could lift it, Charles suddenly pushed gently at Augustine’s shoulder, his expression shifting to one of mischief.
In an instant, Charles darted away, slipping out of Augustine’s grasp and running into the rain with a grin spreading across his face.
"Catch me if you can, babe," Charles purred seductively, his voice laced with challenge, leaving Augustine no choice but to chase after him.