A/N: My new Good Luck Charlie story. Have been wanting to write one solely about PJ for quite some time now (Had a big crush on Jason Dolley then). The series and its characters are all property of Disney Channel of course. Hope you enjoy this one and I appreciate reviews.
Strumming on his guitar absentmindedly, sixteen-year-old PJ Duncan smiled to himself as he remembered how he used to play the satisfied, hence hard-to-seduce boyfriend after he told his new girlfriend Skyler he had touched himself in her absence? How it used to provoke her to know he had brought himself to orgasm without her but refused his beloved? PJ made up excuses, so she had to give proof of her purity, her versatility; show him she still loved him. In the end, PJ would always give in to her passionate charms. It brought out the best in her... and Skyler's best was the best PJ craved.
Lately, however, Skyler had grown more resistant to PJ's recurring teasing. Did I overdo it? Have the constant little dirty remarks hurt her? Has she gotten bored of our games? Or has she lost interest in her Hero as she used to call him? Has she lost these warm feelings that we promised each other, or does she need a push in a new direction? A push, maybe, sparking the snuffed flame alight or are the embers already burnt out and done?
Skyler never talked about it; never expressed her true desires. PJ always had to provoke her most intimate fantasies... those dirty secrets she kept hidden even from him—her one true and only love. Skyler's recent disinterest weighed like a ton of bricks suffocating him in a pit of despair. Have I failed our relationship? Have I failed her? She's rarely home anymore; almost fleeing the spots that they used to have fun being together at. PJ heard her say it often that she cherished their bond, their connection, that he was her refuge from the harsh world and still...
At this very moment too, Skyler's not home. School's been putting a strain on her—or her new lover? She's hiding him very well, isn't she? She's not even nestling her head in the crook of my neck anymore when she'd come to hang out at late hours. She used to do this. It always filled PJ's heart with a flurry of butterflies—even so after all these months—and gave him the belief of still being loved after their most trying moments. She would not talk to him for days, yet she still would snuggle her face against his chest.
At this late hour, she would've had her way with PJ. After a brief but heated argument how masturbating makes him an unfaithful douche, she'd sink her pussy—swollen by her anger; or maybe his detailed, dirty description?—deep onto PJ to spill her jizz while PJ shot his own inside her. This would be her way of reclaiming him before her jealousy would eventually calm to reveal the softer, docile side of her. Skyler would collapse on him and start whispering humble apologies and express her shame over her actions and swear her love—sweet nothings to PJ's ear. PJ grinned as he would relish in their private little ritual—used to...
Still waiting on his bed for her arrival, PJ notices his right hand has disappeared in his blue Under Armor boxers. The immersive effect of thinking about her bristling with passion over her lecherous naughty boyfriend, PJ thought to himself, snickering. What the fuck, she's not going to come anytime soon.
The thought should've rubbed salt into the wound and cast PJ over a deep abyss of self-pity but the first touch of his fingers against his hardened cock made him forget Skyler as PJ let his mind push aside all negative emotions and he allowed himself to indulge in the sole rich pleasure he has known for the past five months.
PJ got up to fetch his Kindle. He punched in his favorite porn site and contently snickered to himself. If only Skyler knew what kinky material her boyfriend worships! Maybe that's the push she needs? Focus, dude! The night is yours, not hers!
PJ's blue eyes scan for the perfect video. It's always a tough decision: wading through myriads of sensual flicks in search of the perfect video for hours on end... to get the beautiful deed done in three minutes or slowly repeating his path to the near-perfect material for his horny needs and gradually building up his climax? Today, he decided to settle for the latter alternative. Less stressful, more pleasing.
Gay softcore for starters. That always turned PJ on much to Skyler's regalement, as she never thought this form of sex to be real intercourse. PJ had always known, however, that deep down, Skyler always had initial fear his interest in same-sex adventures, she was afraid that she wouldn't to be able to compete with the rougher gender, should PJ ever cheat on her with a dude. Silly Skyler. She knew very well he'd never betray her unless it was part of a mutual fantasy which, again, she failed to express. PJ sighed and easily pushed the thought out of mind.
PJ's voice hummed along every stroke of his fingers as their tips trace the outlines of his shaft in unison with the tongue that slowly licks the receiving actor's fleshy sword. For once, PJ allowed the speakers to moan at just over half volume. As if a kindle's speakers were loud enough to blast past the shield of a bedroom door, let alone its thin walls... It is the fear of getting caught in the act that usually misleads PJ to such nonsensical fears. Not this time around!
Today PJ really wanted to get caught. He wanted Skyler to walk in on him. He wanted her to see the dirty side of her boyfriend. PJ wanted her to burst into his bedroom to the speaker's moans mingled with his. He wanted her to find the sweaty bedsheets that are evidence of her boyfriend's rubbernecking.
Spurred on by these salacious thoughts, PJ let out a first open-mouthed expression of his youthful lust. On the screen, a guy—barely older than his sister Teddy who he'd caught his best friend Emmet ogling, that persistent Romeo, him— the actor is getting prepared for his first anal scene by his stepbrother. Carefully, he lubricated his fat penis. Sensually, he rubbed it over his stepbrother's orifice. Gently, he pushed it in, paying much attention to the boy's reactions.
PJ dipped his middle finger in his moist ass to coat it in his smelly juices. It made tickling his own anus so much more pleasurable, sending jolts of pure lust all the way up his spine.
Enter the brunette male actor. PJ choose the next video, as he wasn't the slightest bit interested in cock tonight—anyone's but George Van Brunt's, that is. Still, Skyler wasn't here. PJ sighed again, more of a moan this time.
Equally indifferent about the foreplay, PJ skipped to the fun part of the new gay episode. While the more attractive of both actors is rather focused on enjoying the oral stimulation given by his lover, PJ can't resent him for his lack of participation; PJ too would content himself with hearing the expressions of desire from this hottie were him on the giving end of this scene. Hearing this handsome voice rejoice in orgasm would be reward enough. It's much better to give than to receive, PJ giggled to himself.
Next, this beau is offered the fingers that explored his warm wet canal to lick his own juices off. PJ took his own digits between his lips and sucked on them, enjoying his own slightly acidic taste. PJ hummed on his fingers, letting them vibrate, imagining it is Skyler's hole that she offers him to lick clean from his own secretions. Skyler loves it when I cum from her gently caressing my cock with slow strokes while he's sucking her clean, doesn't she? It makes her feel amazing, doesn't it? Shit, I can't remember the last time we had fun in this dirty play.
PJ's eyes widen as he sees this purest of twinks climax with a stream of clear liquid splashing right out of his cock. PJ had always envied the fem guys capable of this expression of complete bliss! Then, a second spasm followed by a renewed jet of his icing. A third one and then true satisfaction in his amber eyes as he recovers, short of breath, from his ascent to the peaks of sexual euphoria.
Briefly, PJ pondered whether he should look for an informative video but quickly brush the thought aside, feeling the opportunity of having to listen to some creepy, obviously clueless old quack instruct a usually equally advice-reluctant male audience—in this case, me, a teen—how it's most certainly not done would only impede PJ's quest for his own release.
PJ rolled his eyes in amusement over his foolish idea... or because the touch of his index against his anal hood now feels almost electric. He closed his eyes and stop listening to the action on the screen. PJ's fingers part his now engorged ass lips to expose his love button. A sudden ever so light, cold breeze blows over it. PJ could hardly sense it, yet this almost ghostly caress excites him, steepens the scale to his imminent explosion.
The fake moans coming from the kindle now start to annoy PJ more than anything else. The auto-play function has decided to pick a total orgy flick anyway. Deciding that it has served its purpose, PJ shoved the device under his pillow which muffled the better part of the sounds of vulgar uncontrollable eroticism. He decided to have his own undivided attention as both sole actor and spectator in his private little show.
PJ clamp the fingers of one hand at the base of his hood, imagining they were Skyler's lips closing a circle around it, sucking it between her teeth. Those PJ mimicked with the nails of his thumb and index of his free hand that pinch into his hole just the way she let her teeth rake over it, raising PJ to those heights only she can. The blonde boy picture it's her who's treating him to these indescribable levels of sexual arousal.
As PJ feels his first orgasm roll in from deep within him, he's conscious of the sudden urge to flex his abdomen and his pelvic floor with every wave that hits me. Following his instincts, PJ's muscles cramp up along with every renewed surge of his climax. With amazed surprise, PJ found his hands feeling a few droplets of a clear substance emanate from his ass. Triumphant over the unexpected fruition, yet desperate to squeeze out more, PJ cringed in frustration as his orgasm quickly subsided.
Unwilling to give up so close to it, PJ forced himself to another climax, rubbing his closed hand over his burning cock frantically, applying as much pressure as he can. Before he realized it, a thunderous maelstrom hits his teenage body. While his body convulses on its own, PJ tried to clench his pelvic muscles with all his might in sync with the spasms. PJ started screaming as if in tortured pain. He just couldn't stop. With every grunt, with every cry, PJ's body cramped up and squirted out a stream of his built-up orgasm juices onto the blue bedsheets.
It kept going with seemingly no end in sight. PJ kept spilling his adolescent essence in streams, soaking the bed. Overwhelmed by the sheer strength, he clenched his fists into the bedsheets and waited for his body to calm down while weaker twitches occasionally made his legs jerk.
Short of breath and with red-hot cheeks, PJ gradually regained consciousness when the afterglow sets in. He smiled over both ears, lying in a puddle of his own juices. The smell is utterly intoxicating, and PJ was beyond content.
Pleased, PJ laid on his left pillow until he remembered the kindle that's still playing that poorly porn video. He turned it off and wanted to catch his breath for a few more moments before changing the bedsheets.
However, as if on cue, the bedroom door opened, and Skyler stepped in. She instantly wrinkled her nose from the smell she seemed to dislike. PJ saw, however, how her eyes fell at the view of his displayed manhood. She looked at him, that habitual passionate rage surging in her brown eyes. PJ looked back at her, a mischievous grin all over his own face, parting his legs to show her the result of his most recent lone massage.
PJ knew he'd just found the secret key to re-ignite this flame in Skyler.