He had though about it, how he would do it, too. Read so many books in secret, and talking to that old librarian who turned out to be more than willing to give him advice. George slid down and began kissing Albert in all those places he knew would make Albert giggle and moan. Like his chest, and his pink nipples, and the invincible line that lead straight down to his cock. Albert padded himself up with pillows and leaned back, enjoyed the sight of George kissing his thighs.
George was insecure about giving Albert blow jobs, he didn't know if he was doing it right, since it had not occurred to him that maybe Albert would like one to. And every time he tried to do it, Albert would pull away and say that he was fine. He tried to mimic what Albert used to do, and this time he earned a few grunts.
He had fingered (oh what a horrible word (Charles used to use it)) Albert before, it had become a regular thing in their plays. George would suck at his fingers and then penetrate Albert. The first times Albert had almost started to cry, but after a few times (and George finding the hidden sweet spot) it had became something he wouldn't want to live without.
George did the same thing, while kissing and stroking Albert's cock, he joined another finger, which made Albert groan a little bit louder. ”Are you alright?” he asked.
Albert nodded and moaned, with his eyes closed. ”Yes, but... I am not sure how it's going to fit.” George stroke Albert's thigh and butt, let his tongue run down Albert's cock. In the books he read, and the librarians words of wisdom, this was important, or he would really, really hurt Albert. So he kept on doing it, pushing in a third finger, and soon Albert was moaning and squirming under him. ”Maybe I should... or...” George pulled out his fingers and tried to think how he was going to do this in the best way. ”Do you... are you ready?”
”I don't know.” Albert said, he was warm and sweaty and George poisoned himself, gently pressed himself against Albert's hole. ”Oh god, I can't.” Albert said and jerked away, wrapped a blanket around him. ”I can't, it's not right.”
George looked up at him, nodded, only a little bit disappointed. ”I understand.” he said after a while, wondered if it was his fault. ”I am going to the bathroom.” he said after a while.
”Mm.” Albert said. George left and when he came back Albert was dressed in his pajama. ”It wasn't you. I just got scared.” he said and looked up at George. ”I really want to you know, but I want to read about it first, you know everything and I know nothing, is scary, alright?”
George only smiled and laid down in his bed, and looked over to Albert, who had crawled down in the sofa that had been his bed for two weeks now. ”Okay.” he said. ”Good night?”
”No, read for me, George. Preferably those books.”