Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2014 00:38:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Tim Marsh <marsh1002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Charlie

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My friend Karen, from college, has an eleven year old boy named Charlie,
who I have imagined touching, in the most perverted ways. I've even jacked
off at work because his adorable face taunts me at random moments. I
fantasize about Charlie's young, deep red lips, opening slightly as he
gently tastes my cock. That image, alone, almost gets me off quickly.

After college, I was fortunate to find a graphic design job at the same
company where Karen works and that meant that I got to see Charlie
more. Karen was always inviting me over for dinner, probably because she
felt sorry for me not having a boyfriend. Lately it seems more like Karen
likes having me over to be some sort of a positive male figure for Charlie,
since his father had kept distant for a long time. I didn't mind giving
Charlie all of the attention that he wanted, especially since he didn't
mind my hand on his shoulder while he showed me his sketch book. Charlie
seemed to soak up all of the physical attention that I could give him, but
as soon as Karen was close by, I would take my hand away because I didn't
want to appear creepy.

One time I was looking over Charlie's shoulder as he drew a picture and I
had my hands holding his waist. I got hard from the warmth of his young boy
figure, knowing that just inches away, was the smooth skin of his naughty
parts. I let my face come close to his skin and I took in the awesome scent
of his young flesh. I just about had a fucking heart attack when Karen
walked in the room and saw me that close to her boy. I pulled away quickly,
trying to make it look casual, but I wasn't sure if I pulled it off. Karen
never said anything about it, but it stuck in my head and I decided not to
get so close to Charlie anymore, especially since he could easily give me a
boner.

We were sitting in the lunch room at work when Karen asked me if I would
mind hanging out with Charlie for an afternoon to have some 'guy time'. I
acted stupid when she asked me, saying 'Me? Are you sure he even likes me?
But I'm gay.'. Karen laughed and said that, even though I was gay, I was
still a guy and that's what Charlie needed in his life. After a bit of
acting like I wasn't sure about it, I agreed to spend the following
Saturday with Charlie.

My exterior appeared calm, but inside I was freaking out. I always imagined
some amazing collection of events that gets me some personal time with a
boy and this was throwing it all in my lap. I tried to take my mind off of
Charlie and my dream come true, but my graphic work was suffering. My brain
served up random situations where I would get to see Charlie naked. At any
given second I was thinking of what Charlie's smooth body would look like
completely naked.

My dick was hard from all of the naughty thoughts, when suddenly it
happened. I had my first hands-free orgasm. I wasn't jacking myself under
the desk or even moving my boner against the material of my boxers; It just
happened. It was the image of Charlie's soft lips on my dick as I was about
to shoot a load. I imagined stressing for Charlie to pull off of my cock,
but he would ignore me and then pull my cock deeper into his mouth. I
started cumming, in real life, as I imagined shooting jets of my cum
against Charlie's tongue. In my mind Charlie held on tight, refusing to
pull off and making me give in. Finally, my fantasy had me pushing the
young kid's head onto my shooting cockhead, gagging him as I guided each
jet of cum into his throat. In my imagination, Charlie never tried to pull
off of me.

I'm glad no one was sitting next to me as I clenched my fists on my desk,
while the waves of intense pleasure shook me. I gritted my teeth, trying to
remain still in my swivel chair. I tried to keep my hips from thrusting
into an involuntary fucking motion while I came in my pants, but its almost
impossible to resist with an orgasm that strong. I ended up allowing my
hips to roll slightly as I shot rope after hot rope of cum into my boxers.

After wiping the inside of my boxers in the mens room, I returned to my
desk, a bit more focused. Images of Charlie kept popping into my thoughts,
but I was able to work.

Time seemed to slow down as Saturday approached. I spent every night
organizing my appartment to make the environment look clean. I didn't live
like a slob or anything, but I needed something to keep me busy while I
waited for Saturday to arrive.

At long last, my alarm buzzed, waking me on Saturday morning. I bolted out
of bed and took a shower, making myself clean and ready.

When I arrived at Karen's house, she gave Charlie a lecture about not
bugging me too much and to be as polite as possible. I smiled, catching
embarrassed glances from Charlie as his mother listed a thousand rules
about good manners. I shook my head and mimicked his mother, making him
chuckle. Karen playfully smacked me across the top of my head and then
kissed my cheek, whispering "Thank you." in my ear.

Karen followed us out to my car but before I got in, Karen said "If he gets
to be too much, send him right back home. Okay?"

I laughed, but agreed, adding "Alright, but if he's a good guy, I'm keeping
him longer."

Karen seemed to melt at my statement. "You're so sweet." She said.

As I drove away, I looked at Charlie, in my passenger seat. He seemed
excited and restless.

"This will be fun huh?" I asked.

"Yeah!" Charlie replied.

"I was hoping we would be able to spend some time together. Just the two of
us."

Charlie's eyes were wide as he said, "Really? I thought my mom was the one
who asked you. This is gonna be fun."

Of course, the whole thing was Karen's suggestion, but he appeared
flattered, so I let him think that it was all my idea.

When we arrived at my apartment, I put a pizza in the oven and sat him down
at my computer. I fired up my illustration program and showed him some of
the cartoon sketches that I was working on for a detergent logo. Charlie
asked how I was able to figure out how the faces should look for each of
the character's expressions, and I showed him the mirror that I used to see
my own face. We laughed as we made exaggerated facial expressions in the
mirror.

I went into the kitchen to check on the pizza in the oven and when I came
back, my heart skipped a beat, when I saw my Justin Bieber wallpaper
project on the computer screen. I had been working on making my own desktop
background of Justin Bieber's face added to slim and young shirtless
bodies. Charlie must have picked this project off of my recently opened
files list.

Charlie turned around to see my shocked face. I tried to conjure various
excuses that would make me look less like a creepy pedophile, but nothing
came to mind.

"It's okay." Charlie said. "My mom said you were gay."

I stared at Charlie, as he fixed his eyes on the young bare skin on my flat
screen. I pondered whether Charlie thought that those kinds of images were
acceptable.

"He looks little there." Charlie said, pointing at the nine year old Justin
Bieber face pasted onto the image of a young boy in speedos. "You like
little boys too?"

My heart was pounding and my legs became weak as I feared what Charlie
would tell his mother when he got home. I placed a shaky hand on the mouse
at the computer and closed the Justin Bieber project. Charlie didn't say
another word when I closed the Bieber project but I was still very nervous.

When the pizza was ready, Charlie and I sat on the living room couch,
watching tv. It was just the sound of the television along with the random
sip from our soda cans, that filled my ears. Things were awkward and I was
kicking myself for not clearing and hiding m sensitive boy images from the
computer.

Finally, Charlie broke the uncomfortable silence between us by saying, "I
wont tell my mom what I saw."

I almost choked on my pizza and my mind raced to find the right response
that wouldn't confirm that I was a creep. The only reply that I could
muster, was a simple, "Thank you." between coughs.

It was clear that I no longer knew how to handle the situation, so I
continued to eat and watch the television, without talking.

We were watching a kid's science show where they try different science
projects in large scale. The television showed three boys, holding large
bowls of liquid. When the camera stayed on the image of a young boy who
looked about eleven years old, Charlie asked, "What about him?"

"What about him?" I asked.

"Do you like him?" He said, between sips of soda. "Do you think he's hot?"

I had no idea how to answer, but Charlie didn't seem to be freaked out, so
I answered honestly, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Oh." Charlie said.

Throughout tv time Charlie kept pointing out various boys, asking if I
liked them or not. I decided to play the same game and ask Charlie about
the same boys. Charlie would shake his head, answering that he didn't
really think any of them were good looking.

"You probably like girls, huh?" I asked.

Charlie kept his eyes on the tv and shrugged his shoulders in reply.

When we were done eating, we did some hand drawings while listening to the
radio. It looked like Charlie was finished asking questions about my like
for boys, which put me at ease. We were able to spend the rest of the
afternoon laughing and being creative together. It was wonderful being with
Charlie and hearing his delightful giggle.

When I dropped Charlie off at his house, he paused before getting out of
the car. "What about me?" He asked. "Do you think I'm good-looking?"

I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't want to get all excited and tell him
that I masturbate while thinking of him, but I didn't want him to think he
wasn't attractive. I smiled, staring at him for a second, but finally said
"You don't have to worry about a thing. You're very good-looking!"

Charlie flashed a smile at me and started to get out of the car, but I
stopped him. "What a second." I said, "What about me? Am I good-looking?"

Charlie's smile widened and he shrugged his shoulders, and then exited the
car. I chuckled and yelled after him, "Dork!"

That night, on my king size bed, I bunched up the pillows with the
fleshlight in the mix. I fucked into the fleshlight slow at first, closing
my eyes and holding the pillows, imagining that it was Charlie's ass. I
held those pillows and fucked while whispering aloud, "Your butt feels so
good, Charlie." When I got close to cumming, I leaned forward, gripping
bunched covers and saying, "I'm gonna unload into you, Charlie. Are you
ready?"

I imagined Charlie grunting and nodding his head to say yes, as I slam
fucked my pillows. As I rammed my body into my imaginary boy, I imagined
Charlie moaning 'You're making me cum! Don't stop!'

That night, I felt every muscle in my body tense against the full force of
that orgasm. The scenario was real enough that I shut my eyes tight and
pushed my full weight into cumming inside my pretend-boy's butt. I had one
of those orgasms that you wish all of the others would be. It was intense
and extremely satisfying.

The following Monday at work, Karen told me that Charlie wouldn't shut up
about how much fun we had hanging out. I cringed at first, thinking that he
might have said something about my Justin Bieber images, but nothing came
up.

On Tuesday, I found out that Karen had given my cell number to Charlie,
which was fine by me. I received a text from Charlie asking if I could take
him to an art show on Saturday. Of course I agreed to take him and I
couldn't wait to see him again. Karen was overjoyed because it would give
her time to go out with a friend to some event about making quilts. I
fucking hate quilts and I was glad that she hadn't asked me to go with her
to that event.

On Saturday, when Charlie climbed into my car, it took a bit for us to get
comfortable with each other again. I wasn't sure what to say to reignite
the friendly banter that we had going the last time. Finally I broke the
awkward silence by saying, "So, that Justin Bieber had a nice ass. Huh?"

Charlie let out a loud chuckle and soon we were both laughing. Charlie
began making fun of Justin Bieber's girly features and I talked about
vaginas like they had teeth.

When we arrived at the museum, we headed straight for the exhibit, which
was a collection of paper mache sculptures that looked like different
things, depending on the angle they are viewed from. Each time we came to a
sculpture that was long and slender, I would whisper "Penis." which would
give Charlie the giggles.

When we had viewed every piece of the exhibit, we sat down for lunch in the
museum's cafeteria. We both ordered hamburgers and sodas and we talked
about the art that we liked best or least.

As I was fitting the last chunk of hamburger into my mouth, Charlie nodded
to my right and I turned to see a young boy, who looked to be about
thirteen years old or so. The boy had sandy blonde hair and very soft
features that made me take a mental picture, for 'private time' later on.

I glanced at Charlie, smiling and wiggling my eyebrows to tell him that I
liked what I saw.

"What do you like about him?" Charlie asked, stuffing a few french fries
into his mouth.

I swallowed the food in my mouth and then took a sip of my drink, as I
thought about how to answer. I was going to be vague with the answer, but
then I changed my mind, because Charlie seemed to be very accepting of my
likes.

"I like his cheek bones." I answered, taking another quick peek at the
boy. "I like..." I paused, unsure if my answer would seem odd.

"You like what?" Charlie asked, sitting up a bit more.

I shoved a french fry in my mouth and answered. "I like his neck."

Charlie showed me a truly perplexed face. "Why do you like his neck?"

I shrugged my shoulders, taking more fries into my mouth. "His skin is so
soft. I wouldn't mind kissing on his neck for a while."

Charlie stared at the boy. I wondered if Charlie was picturing me kissing
such a young kid. I felt my dick move in my pants, making me shift in my
seat.

"What else do you like about him?" Charlie asked.

I glanced back at the boy again. "It looks like he's going through
puberty." I said, taking a sip of my soda. "He probably has new pubes
growing."

"You like that?" Charlie asked, watching me carefully.

"Yeah," I replied, "That would be hot. Of course I would like him without
hair too."

I watched Charlie's eyes follow and study the boy that we were talking
about. Charlie seemed more curious, than disgusted with what I had to
say. I wondered if he was finding any of this interesting or even likeable.

"What about her, Charlie?" I asked, nodding my head at a girl who was at
the far end of the cafeteria. The girl looked to be about fifteen years
old, slender and an average set of boobs. "Do you like her?" I added.

Charlie turned his attention to the girl and I immediately saw his face
turn red as he looked back down at his food. "I guess so." He murmured.

"You don't have to be embarrassed." I said, "There's nothing wrong with
liking her."

I wadded up my napkin and threw it on my tray. I wasn't sure if we should
leave soon or if I should keep talking with Charlie about the people we
liked. Finally, I decided to keep going with the questions.

"Would you want to kiss her?" I asked.

Charlie's eyes quickly darted to the girl and then back to his food
again. "Yeah," He answered, quietly.

Charlie was quiet for a bit after answering, but then he finally asked. "Do
you know...sex stuff about girls?" It looked like Charlie had to push
himself to get that question out, and I felt a little sorry for him because
he was so nervous.

"Yeah." I answered, trying to sound at ease with the subject. "What do you
want to know?" I hoped that I could answer whatever questions he might
have. I like to view gay porn as well as straight stuff, so I hoped that
whatever I saw would help.

Charlie stared down at his food and played with his soda can, while
formulating a question. At last he asked, "How do they..." He paused,
taking a nervous gulp, "feel good down there?" He said the last part so
quietly that I almost didn't hear it.

"Well," I said, leaning forward and whispering, "Just like with your dick,
girls have parts on their pussies that feel good." I watched his reaction
and saw that he was shaking a bit.

"Have you ever seen a girl naked?" I asked.

Charlie looked around, making sure we weren't in ear shot. He leaned in
closer to me and whispered, "Yeah, I saw some naked girls on the computer
at my friend Tyler's house, and..." He paused and stared at the table
between us for a few moments. It was almost like he had stopped breathing.

"It's okay, Charlie." I reassured him, "You can tell me anything."

Charlie began kneading a napkin in his hands and he didn't look at me while
he continued what he had stopped saying before. "Tyler showed me his
sister's p..." Charlie's eyes darted all around us as he breathed in a
shaky voice, "...her pussy."

"Really?" I gasped.

Charlie nodded his head excitedly, saying yes. I saw my little friend let
out a sigh of relief when he saw my smile.

"How old was she?" I asked.

"She's four." Charlie replied, under his breath.

"That's awesome." I said. "Did you get to touch her?"

Charlie shook his head, "No. I was too scared because Tyler's mom was right
outside."

My dick was at full mast under the table and I was moving my legs in and
out, letting my shorts stimulate my hard-on. I wasn't moving too fast, but
just enough to feel awesome. I loved stimulating myself as I stared into mu
hot boy's eyes while he confessed his naughty little secrets.

"But," Charlie added, looking around nervously again. I had to lean in
closer to hear him say, "Tyler put his dick in her pussy."

My eyes popped open wide, and I gasped "He fucked his little sister?"

Charlie pressed his index finger to his closed lips, stressing for me to be
quiet. I looked around and saw that no one had heard me.

"Sorry." I whispered. "Did he do it until he came?"

Charlie put on a confused expression, studying my face for clarification. I
adjusted my position in the seat, making sure my cock pressed hard against
my pants.

I made sure to talk my quietest when I said, "You know when your dick gets
hard and you rub it?"

Charlie's face turned red and he looked away when he nodded to confirm that
he knew that I was talking about masturbation. I moved my legs in and out a
bit faster, getting a good rhythm going on stimulating my dick

"When you rub it for a long time," I continued, "And you get that amazing
feeling at the end. That's called cumming. Or you could say that you
'came'"

"Oh," Charlie said. "Then, yeah, Tyler...'came' when he was doing that."

"Whoa." I breathed, "How come you didn't do it too?"

"I was too scared that his mom would catch us." Charlie replied. "So he
told me to look out the back door while he did it. But I could watch him
when he was doing it and it was cool. It was neat that he was doing it
right there. I think it made it more awesome. I was going to do stuff
because my dick was hard, but I got too scared."

"Sounds like it was exciting and I bet that felt so good to your friend." I
said.

"Do you think it felt good to her too?" Charlie asked.

"Was she crying or telling him to stop?" I asked.

Charlie shook his head, "No, she just laid there and didn't say anything."

"Then it felt good for her too." I replied, smiling at my little friend.

"How did it feel good?" Charlie asked.

"There are certain spots on a girl's pussy, where it feels really good." I
said in my quietest tone. "There's a part right at the top of the pussy
where it feels great, and there are other spots too, but I'm not sure of
all of them."

"So..." Charlie said, with wide eyes, "They were both feeling good at the
same time?"

I nodded my head in agreement, seeing Charlie's eleven year old eyes widen
with amazement.

"That's awesome." Charlie exhaled.

Charlie and I smiled at each other, across the table. There was a moment of
quiet where I wasn't sure what to say next and it looked like Charlie was a
little unsure as well.

"Talking about sex is fun, Huh?" I asked.

Charlie nodded his head excitedly and glanced around the cafeteria to make
sure no one was paying attention to us.

"So..." I said, feeling my heart pounding because of what I was about to
ask. "How many times per day do you rub your dick?"

Charlie looked down and his whole face blushed in embarrassment. He opened
his mouth like he was about to speak but then stopped.

"I'll tell you when I rub mine." I offered. When I saw Charlie's young eyes
stay on me, I answered, "I do it once when I wake up, then sometimes in the
shower in the morning. If I'm horny enough, I'll jack off at work. When I
get home from work, I look at porn and do it then and then I do it again
before sleep."

"Wow." Charlie blurted out, clearly stunned by my answer. He looked to his
left and then to his right, and then answered, "I only do it before I go to
sleep."

"Do it as much as you want." I said. "It feels good."

"How do you rub your dick at work, without getting caught?" Charlie asked,
still talking in a whisper.

"I go to the bathroom and do it in there." I hesitated with giving extra
information, but then decided to come out and say it. "Sometimes I move my
legs around and I can feel the material or my pants on my dick. That feels
good too."

Charlie's breathing was a bit more rushed. "Cool." He breathed. "I think it
would be fun to do it out where there's a lot of people." Charlie's voice
was very shaky from nervousness, but I could tell he was excited.

"I wouldn't mind trying that." I said, feeling my voice shaking a bit. "As
long as it was safe." I added.

"One time..." Charlie blurted out, louder than expected. When he took a
breath, he continued at a quieter level, "While the teacher was reading to
us..." He gulped and paused before finishing, "I rubbed it under my desk."

"Wow!" I breathed, "That's amazing! Did anyone see you?"

Charlie shook his head quickly, "No. I was doing it really slow so no one
could see me."

"That's so hot." I said, smiling and feeling my pulse rush. "It makes me
wish I could pull my dick out and rub it." Of course, I had been
stimulating myself the whole time, but I decided to keep that to myself,
for the time.

"Do your thing." Charlie suggested, "Do what you do at work."

"I don't want to get caught." I lied, shaking my head.

"Do it slow." Charlie urged me.

I acted like I wasn't sure about it, even though I wanted to rabbit-jack my
cock and spray all over the table. Finally I let out a thoughtful sigh and
said, "Okay, but only for a tiny bit."

Charlie gasped and sat up in his seat. "Serious?" He asked, "You're gonna
do it?"

I nodded, saying "Yeah. Won't be too difficult since my dick is already
hard."

I began to focus my attention on the center of the table, letting my
eyelids droop half way closed. I let out the quietest moan and let a small
shiver run through me. I wanted to really put on a show for this hot little
boy who I imagined fucking so much. I watched Charlie lean to the side to
take a peek under the table. I barely pushed my hips in and out for him to
see. I felt a surge of hot ecstasy run through me, knowing that an eleven
year old boy was watching me fornicate.

When Charlie sat back up, he said, "Whoa! You're really doing it."

I nodded in agreement and watched Charlie's eyes land on all of the tables
in the cafeteria. His breathing was labored and he looked a bit scared. I
was getting so turned on and was crossing the line where I would take
risks. I stopped myself before doing anything that would get me in trouble.

Charlie seemed to notice that I had stopped pleasuring myself. "Why'd you
stop?" He asked.

"You want me to keep going?" I asked, a little stunned at Charlie's
reaction.

"Yeah." He said, "This is cool."

I thought about continuing, for a moment. It felt so good to pleasure
myself in front of Charlie's eager eyes. But I decided against continuing
to orgasm.

"I don't want to shoot a load in my pants." I said, seeing the look of
disappointment on Charlie's face. "You really like this, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah," Charlie admitted, weakly. "It's neat that there are so many people
here."

I examined the surrounding people again, noticing that they weren't very
close to our booth. "Why don't you do it?" I suggested.

My suggestion clearly shocked my young friend and he let out an audible
gasp. "Me?" He asked, with an uneven voice. His eyes were wide as he
watched me for my answer.

"Sure." I said, "Why not? Just do it like you did in class."

Charlie's eyes panned the room again, and then his eyes focused on the soda
can in front of him, while he pondered what to do. He kept licking his lips
and then took a sip of his drink. The poor boy looked nervous as hell.

"Okay." Charlie stammered to say.

I was surprised that he had agreed to do it. I figured that Charlie would
have passed on the suggestion because there were so many people around.

"Take a deep breath." I suggested.

Charlie breathed in deep and it seemed to help for a moment, but then the
shaky breathing started again when I saw his right hand disappear under the
table. It was hot to watch Charlie's young eyes fix on the table top while
he touched himself. He seemed to be completely still for a minute and then
I could see the pleasure hit his face. He wasn't moaning or anything, but
Charlie's breathing was a little different and he seemed less stressed. I
noticed that his breathing became short and his mouth dropped open
slightly. I barely noticed any movement from the upper part of Charlie's
right arm, but as he kept going, his arm moved more.

"Feel good?" I asked.

Charlie gulped and nodded his head, looking more past me, than at me.

"What are you thinking of?" I asked.

Charlie's eyes landed on the people around us. The corner of his mouth came
up a bit when he answered, "I wish all of these people could watch me." He
breathed.

I gasped. "All of them? Even the old people?"

Charlie nodded his head and I saw his eyes half shut. "Everyone." He
answered. I heard the rhythmic rubbing of his jeans as he sped up.

"Even the guys?" I asked, as I watched his arm move fast.

Charlie nodded his head quickly and he let out a quiet moan.

"That's amazing. I like that." I said. "They could all stand around the
table and watch you."

Charlie's eyes opened again fixing his site on me as I talked to him. He
was having trouble sitting still while he rubbed himself, and he was
letting out little gasps.

"You could pull your pants down." I continued, seeing a positive reaction
from my young friend. "You could show them all how good it feels when you
rub it."

Charlie sat up straight and sucked in a long breath as he stared at me. I
could tell that he was repeatedly clenching his butt by the way he was
shifting in his seat.

"You could spread your legs." I urged him, "And maybe some would kneel down
to get a closer look."

Suddenly, I heard a whimper escape Charlie's mouth. His little body jolted,
making it look like he hopped in his seat. I watched Charlie's face strain
and turn red as his whole body became rigid. I heard the speedy, yet quiet
knocking on the under side of the table as his hand moved super fast.

"Are you cumming?" I asked.

"Yes." Charlie moaned through barred teeth. He let out quick huffs as his
body twitched with every wave of his orgasm.

His young fingers clenched his soda can in front of him and his right hand
stopped moving, so he must have been gripping his cumming dick. Charlie
leaned closer to the table with every involuntary twitch, until he was
almost touching the table top with his nose. His whole-body twitching
lessened and finally he let out a slow sigh.

Charlie stayed leaned forward for a few moments. I gave the little guy his
space, to recover. Finally he sat up, catching his breath and searching the
people around us.

"No one saw me?" He asked and then gulped his soda.

"They didn't see you." I said, nodding my head toward the other tables full
of people. "But I saw you."

"Yeah." Charlie agreed, seeming a bit bashful. "Did I look stupid?"

I slowly shook my head, "You were amazing." I answered.

Charlie appeared to be embarrassed by my reply and we kept quiet for the
remainder of our time in the cafeteria. I waited until my boner went down,
before getting up and heading to the car. When we were in the car, I
switched the radio station and felt Charlie's eyes on me.

"That was fun." He said.

I smiled at him, saying "Yeah, it was very hot."

"Your boner went down?" He asked.

I sat back against the seat, seeing Charlie's eyes fixed on my crotch. I
felt my dick move from the attention.

"Not for long." I chuckled.

"You should do it in here." Charlie suggested, glancing around the
moderately busy parking lot. "It would suck, not to be able to finish
rubbing it, since you started inside."

"Yeah." I said, in a low voice. I was cringing inside, feeling a rush of
excitement that Charlie wanted to watch me, but freaked because anyone
could walk by the car and see me. My dick was completely hard again, making
a tent in my crotch, but I still didn't want to take the risk.

"What if I wait until we get inside my apartment?" I suggested. "That way I
don't have to worry about the mess."

I saw Charlie's shoulders sag at my suggestion. "It's more fun out here
though." He pleaded. "Besides, you can clean up when we get to your
apartment."

My heart was racing as I watched a young couple park their car a few spaces
away, and get out. On the other side of the car, a large family piled into
a car and drove off. I felt hot and my whole face felt almost numb, as I
placed my right hand on the bulge in my pants.

I heard Charlie gasp and then smile as he watched my hand massage my
hard-on. "This is so cool!" he exclaimed.

I jutted my pelvis forward, and rubbed my cock hard and fast, yet low
enough not to be seen. I noticed Charlie mashing the palm of his hand
against his crotch.

"You're horny again?" I asked, in disbelief.

"Yeah." Charlie moaned, as he watched my hand work on my dick.

A car pulled up in front of us, but a few spaces to the right of my car. I
immediately stopped rubbing my dick, covering the bulge in my pants with my
hands.

"Keep going!" Charlie said, in an urgent tone. "They can't see you."

I kept rubbing myself, keeping an eye on the elderly couple getting out of
their car. When I was sure that the old folks weren't coming close, I
resumed grabbing at my cock with speed. My dick had already been close to
orgasm before and I could feel the extra tingle in my cock, as it was ready
to release soon.

My eyes moved to Charlie's young hand, repeatedly rubbing his crotch. I
stared at him, making it clear that this is what was turning me on. Charlie
caught on and began gyrating his hips, pushing his little hard-on against
his hand.

A group of teenagers walked through the parking lot, looking like they
might come close to the car, so I stopped again. Charlie's eyes followed
the teens but he didn't stop rubbing himself.

"Careful." I demanded. However, my words didn't faze Charlie.

When the teens were far away, I began rubbing myself so fast that it shook
the seat. "I'm gonna cum soon." I breathed.

"Cool!" Charlie almost shouted. "Pull your dick out." He said.

I looked at Charlie in shock, shaking my head in protest. It was bad enough
that I was masturbating in public, but I didn't want to be 'caught with my
pants down'.

I had to stop again because a couple of women were walking by with their
kids, but I was very close to blowing my load. From the hot ache in my
balls, I knew that when I shot my load, it would be hot and powerful. My
dick and my body was twitching in anticipation of more stimulation.

When the women were out of sight I put my hand on my dick again, hoping
that I could cum at the right time, when no one was walking by.

"Don't stop when there's people." Charlie said.

I looked at my young friend in shock at his suggestion, noticing that he
stopped rubbing himself and was focusing on my crotch as I rubbed it.

"Please?" Charlie pleaded as he leaned closer to me. "Just keep going, no
matter what."

I was so conflicted at that point. My entire body wanted to cum so bad, I
was afraid of getting caught, yet I was also completely turned on that an
eleven year old boy was instructing me to keep going.

I kept the speed up on my dick, rubbing fast on the home stretch. I jolted
to a quick stop when I heard the clear voice of a guy walking close to the
car. The guy looked to be about thirty years old and he was walking with a
group of people about the same age. I covered my dick with my hands again,
groaning in frustration.

"What are you doing?" Charlie asked. "Keep going." He said.

I shook my head in answer, seeing people walk by my car and then stop a few
spaces over. It looked like the group of people were discussing where to go
to eat or something.

Suddenly, I felt Charlie's hand inch its way onto my crotch. I sucked in a
quick breath and met his eyes. I felt Charlie's eleven year old fingers
squeeze my boner, massaging it.

"Wait." I begged him. The group of people were still fairly close.

"Please?" Charlie breathed. "I'll let you kiss me later."

My jaw dropped and my eyes were wide as I tried to make sense of my horny
little friend. What an awesome little pervert.

I moved my hands away, giving Charlie full access to my cock, feeling his
little fingers masturbate me. I moved my right arm up and around Charlie's
shoulder, hugging him closer. My legs had tensed up and were pushed against
the floorboard and the break pedal. My butt cheeks were clenching
involuntarily and my breathing was changed to grunts and gasps.

"You're making me cum!" I moaned, as I felt the warm climax begin.

I suppose I could liken it to what I've seen in movies, where the guy gets
electrocuted and his whole body shakes. My teeth were clenched tight and I
was shaking and letting out long groans for every wave of the orgasm. My
right hand gripped onto the shoulder of my little friend as I watched his
fascinated eyes while he rubbed me. So much hot cum was jetting out of my
dick and with so much force that gobs of white were spewing through the
material of my shorts.

Charlie never stopped rubbing me through the entire ordeal. As the orgasm
calmed, I loosened my grip on Charlie and started caressing his shoulder. I
placed my left hand on his hand that was stimulating me, guiding him to
stroke me slower. My body was twitching and shuddering as my orgasm
finished. I had only just noticed that the large group of people were
already gone.

Charlie's eyes met mine as I let out a tired sigh. Charlie smiled at me and
let go of my cock.

"That was great!" He said, wiping his hand on his pants.

The stain on my pants was quite a bit larger than expected. "Look what you
made me do." I said, pointing at the stain.

Charlie smiled proudly at my jizz stain and chuckled.

"You're a little perv." I quipped, but it didn't stop Charlie from smiling.

When we arrived at my apartment I had Charlie walk in front of me, to block
my wet cum blotch from view. Charlie laughed the whole time that I was
freaking out about the stain. It took the tension out of the situation.

We were both pretty exhausted from having our powerful orgasms and decided
to taker it easy. I had hoped that we could do some more drawings, but we
both seemed content with sitting on the couch with our legs up on the
table.

After a few quiet minutes watching t.v. We were both asleep. I woke up at
one point to find Charlie's head resting on my shoulder. I moved my arm to
hold his shoulder and pull in close. Charlie didn't wake up, but let out a
long and sleepy sigh, pressing in closer. I decided to keep my arm around
him, and went back to sleep, while holding him.

I woke to the sound of a vibrating phone. I immediately put my hand in my
pocket for my phone, but found that it wasn't vibrating. Charlie's eyes
opened and fished his own flip phone out of his pocket. I was delighted
that Charlie didn't try to move from resting his head on my chest as he
answered the phone. His side of the conversation was made up of saying the
word 'okay' several times, until he hung up.

"My Mom wants me to come home." Charlie said in a groggy voice.

I checked my watch to see that we had taken a two hour nap. I caressed my
boy's arm with my fingers and met his sleepy eyes.

"Fuck that." I said. "I'm keeping you, forever."

"I wish." Charlie sighed. "My mom wants me to go to her friend Pamela's
house to play with her son."

"That should be fun." I replied, brushing his cheek with my finger tips.

"I hate him." Charlie groaned. "He's almost as old as me and he still poops
his pants."

"Gross!" I yelped.

I took my phone out of my pocket again and typed a quick message to
Charlie's mom. I laid the phone back down on my stomach and saw Charlie's
curious eyes.

"What did you do?" He asked.

"I sent a text to your mom asking if I could keep you here for dinner," I
answered, "instead of going to poop-boy's house."

"Really?" Charlie asked excitedly.

"Sure." I replied, "I like having you here."

"I like being here too." Charlie said and then he pressed his face into my
chest, briefly.

We sat there in silence together, waiting for Karen to text back with an
answer. Finally, Charlie broke the silence.

"Is this gay?" Charlie asked.

"Is what gay?" I asked.

"Us," Charlie said, "laying together like this."

"Not really." I answered, "Just two friends who are relaxing." I looked at
my young friend's hand resting on my stomach and his leg lifted up and
resting on my own leg. "Well, maybe its a little bit gay." I said.

Charlie chuckled and made circles on my t-shirt with his index finger. "I
don't care." Charlie said, "I like it."

My phone vibrated and I tapped on the screen to see the text from
Karen. She was asking for me to hurry with bringing Charlie home because
they already had things planned. I sighed and told Charlie the news.

"This sucks." Charlie huffed. "We should be able to do what we want."

"Yeah," I replied, "But maybe we can get together tomorrow or something."

"Okay. I'll ask her." Charlie said, sitting up.

"Wait a minute." I said, putting a hand on his forearm. "You said that I
would get to kiss you."

"Oh yeah." He replied with a half smile.

"Is the deal still on?" I asked, sitting up and leaning closer to him.

"Sure." Charlie quietly replied, not meeting my eyes.

I moved my face closer to his, letting my nose brush against his
cheek. "Maybe I could kiss you here." I said, letting my lips lightly touch
his cheek while I spoke. "Or maybe I should kiss you on the lips, like
normal." I whispered, letting my speech blow air across his closed mouth.

Charlie's breathing became abnormal and shaky, but he made no effort to
move away from my close proximity.

I gently placed my hands on either side of Charlie's head, saying, "Or I
could ask you to tilt your head to the side, so that I could kiss you
here." I breathed, letting my mouth speak air against his right ear lobe.

Charlie let out an almost inaudible whimper as I let my breath tickle lower
on his neck. As I leaned in closer, Charlie lightly placed a hand on one of
my arms.

"Or maybe," I breathed under his chin, "I could just stick with your neck."
Finally, I let my tongue touch the baby smooth skin of his neck, ending
with a gentle suckle. I did this many times, feeling a light shudder go
through Charlie's entire body. Every kiss on Charlie's neck, made him tilt
his head to the side a little more, giving me full access.

I began kissing him faster, making louder kissing sounds. Between kisses, I
let slip various moans which were muffled against his skin. I leaned my
body closer with every kiss, and held Charlie's body with both arms.

I couldn't stop myself and it seemed like Charlie was enjoying it too.  I
heard an audible whimper escape from Charlie's open mouth and he gripped my
arm tighter.

"Is this okay?" I asked, knowing that I had gone far beyond a single kiss.

I felt Charlie's gulp against my neck-kisses and then he barely said,
"Yeah."

I opened my mouth more and let more of my tongue touch his silky soft
skin. My right hand moved to holding Charlie's arching back, pulling him
against me. My left hand held the side of Charlie's head, letting my thumb
caress his cheek.

I pulled Charlie against me, hard. I liked the feel of my hard-on rubbing
against his upper leg, while I pulled him closer. I knew he could feel my
boner but he didn't stop me. My right hand was caressing his back as I
suckled his neck and my hand found its way under his shirt. His young skin
added to my excitement and my left hand moved to pull the front of his
shirt up so I could caress his chest and stomach.

We both heard the dreaded sound of Charlie's phone vibrating, but neither
of us responded to it. I just kept kissing on him and rubbing against
him. A few moments later, I felt my own phone vibrating in my pocket.

"I bet that's your Mom again." I said between kisses.

"Yeah." Charlie agreed.

"Let's keep going just a bit more." I suggested.

"Okay." He moaned.

I had both legs tightly wrapped around his right leg and I was humping with
a lot of force. My right hand wandered along his back slipping just under
the waistband of his undies. I felt his small body flinch in response.

"Is that okay?" I asked as I began nibbling gently on his ear lobe.

Charlie didn't say anything but he held my head with both hands and pressed
my head in closer. I took that as a sign to keep going, so I fished the
rest of my hand further into his undies. I was rewarded with the softest
set of bubble butt cheeks.

My phone was requesting my attention again, but this time it was my
ringtone.

"I have to answer that. It's probably your Mom wondering why we're taking
so long." I said as I tried to pull away.

Charlie wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me back against him. I
quickly moved to kiss him right on the lips and then I pulled myself back
off of him again.

When I answered my phone, I had to make it sound like I hadn't been running
a marathon. I apologized to Karen, telling her a lie about running into my
landlord on the way to the car. She seemed to understand, but still wanted
me to hurry. I've never wanted to punch a woman in the face, until she
called.

Things were quiet on the way to Charlie's house. I wasn't sure what to make
of his silence and I was hoping he wasn't feeling guilty about enjoying our
kissing session.

Finally, in the driveway to Charlie's house, he quietly said, "You can do
that again, next time. If you want."

"That's awesome! I would like that!" I exclaimed, letting out a sigh of
relief.

I expected Charlie to leave right away, but he asked a question before
getting out.

"Do you think about me when I'm not with you?" Charlie asked.

My jaw dropped at his question. "Of course." I blurted out. "More than you
would probably think."

"Cool." Charlie said and then got out of the car.

As I drove home, I had a deep, empty feeling in my stomach. The further I
got from Charlie's house, the more I missed him. I could feel every bit of
distance from this new angel in my life and I hated it.

I tried to keep busy at home, waiting to hear back from Charlie, to see if
his mom would give permission for us to hang out the next day. I checked my
phone more times than necessary and made sure that the text notify volume
was turned to maximum. I didn't want to bug Karen or Charlie and seem like
some freak who was codependent, so I waited.

When eight o'clock hit and I still hadn't received an answer, I decided to
go out and see a movie. I never liked going to the movies on my own,
especially on a Saturday night, but I had to do something else besides,
checking my phone every few seconds. As I was waiting in line for popcorn,
I got a text message from Charlie. I almost dropped it as my hand fumbled
with the phone.

My heart sank when I read the text from Charlie saying that his mom had
said 'No' to our time together the next day. I suddenly felt sick and asked
for a refund of my movie ticket. I went home and laid on my couch, watching
t.v., and wishing I was with my favorite boy.

I was better the next day, but every task was one without Charlie. My
spirits lifted when I received a text from Charlie in the afternoon. The
text was simple, 'We just left my grandma's house and now we have to go to
church.'

There wasn't a reason for Charlie to tell me that information, but I smiled
because it was from him. I typed a quick message wishing him luck at
church. A few hours later, I received another text message from Charlie
saying that his Mom wanted me to come over for dinner on Wednesday to
celebrate my birthday early. Karen knew that I would turn twenty nine on
the following Sunday, but for some reason she wanted to do dinner during
the week. I sat up straight in my seat and typed a message letting him know
that I would be glad to go to their house for dinner.

Somehow I felt much better about things, now that I knew I would get to see
Charlie during the week. I was a little upset that I wasn't getting any
alone-time with my boy, but I would take what I could get.

Karen talked my ear off at work, saying how much of a benefit I have been
for her son. I had to keep from lashing out at her and asking why she
wouldn't give us more time together, since its such a great
benefit. Sometimes I think Karen likes to talk, for the sake of hearing
herself sound like a good mother.

On Wednesday, during work, I received a text from Charlie, telling me how
excited he was that I was coming over for dinner. One line in the text that
stood out was the one that said 'I hope we can have fun like last time.' It
wasn't obvious whether he was talking about out our public masturbation or
kissing, but I knew that his mom would be there, which would make those
activities impossible. I felt a tingle in my dick as I considered the
possibility that he might be talking about when I was kissing him. Either
of the two activities that we enjoyed on Saturday would be impossible with
his mom close by, so I figured that maybe he was just talking about us
spending time together.

When I got to the house, my heart was racing. I couldn't wait to see the
face of the boy I was falling for. Charlie opened the front door and
immediately embraced me in a tight hug. It was clear, in Charlie's hug,
that he missed me too.

The t.v. Was on in the living room and through the doorway to the kitchen,
I could smell food being cooked, maybe chicken. My stomach rumbled and made
me realize how hungry I was. Charlie escorted me into the kitchen, where
Karen was manning the ingredients for our dinner. She offered me a full
glass of white wine and I accepted it, sitting on a stool at the kitchen
counter. Charlie sat on the stool next to me. I talked with Karen about
everyday stuff and felt Charlie's eyes on me the whole time. I turned and
met the young boy's eyes and smiled.

I wasn't even half way through the glass of wine but I was already feeling
the effects of it. I realized that I should probably take things slow,
since I had a light lunch, without anything else in my stomach.

I felt Charlie's shoe nudging my foot. When I turned to look, I saw
Charlie, with his hand massaging the crotch of his pants. My heart raced,
but I was glad for the twelve inch rise that separated the kitchen and the
spot where we were sitting. I could see Karen, but she would have to lean
over to see our waist or below. I shook my head at Charlie, letting him
know that this wasn't the right time for that. However, my silent
suggestion only made Charlie rub himself faster.

I continued conversing with Karen about family in the area and where we
thought would be a nice place to live. From the corner of my eye, I saw
that Charlie was still rubbing himself, until finally he stopped. I was
relieved, but only for a moment, because I felt Charlie's young hand
massaging my thigh. I sucked in a quick breath and when Karen turned to
wash a vegetable in the sink, I whispered to my little friend, "Let's do
this another time. Okay?"

Charlie kept a straight face and shook his head to say 'No'. It took me by
surprise that he was being so adamant. Next, I felt Charlie's hand move up
to my crotch, and finding my dick. A smile flashed on Charlie's cute and
mischievous face as I let him rub me a little. Finally, I pulled Charlie's
hand away and checked to make sure I hadn't leaked any precum, making a
spot on my slacks. My pants were clean and I let out a sigh of relief, but
then I felt Charlie's hand on mine, pulling it toward his crotch.

"Just a little bit." He whispered.

I felt such a hot tingle in my crotch, knowing that was going to touch his
little dick. I let him guide my hand to the material of his crotch and I
moved my fingers around, feeling for his little hardon. I fumbled until
Charlie finally placed my fingers in the right spot. My heart pounded as I
felt the tiny erection of the boy I loved so much. A surprised look of
pleasure flashed on Charlie's face as I took his little boner and rolled it
between my thumb and forefinger. I felt his little cock solidify as I
touched him. I knew that Karen would move away from the sink and back to
the counter any second, so I rubbed Charlie's dick as fast as I possible
could. He let out an audible gasp and he held onto my rubbing hand while
closing his eyes.

I quickly released his cock, when I saw Karen move back to the
counter. Charlie leaned forward on the counter, looking like he was
catching his breath.

"Have some more." Karen suggested, filling my glass again.

I smiled at Karen, happy that she hadn't seen me rubbing her son. I took a
sip from the glass and reminded myself to take it slow.

"Want some more, honey?" Karen asked, holding the bottle of wine toward
Charlie.

I was freaking out inside as I watched Karen fill her son's plastic cup
with the same white wine that I had been sipping. Charlie's risky moves
suddenly made sense, if he was filled with alcohol.

"You let him drink wine?" I asked, in a shaky tone.

Karen shrugged, "Yeah, on special occasions. I don't see much harm in it."

Charlie put the cup to his mouth and took a small sip. I was panicking
inside, as I wondered whether Charlie could be cautious while drinking
wine.

"Come on," Charlie said, "I want to show you my drawings in my room."

"I will in a minute." I said, quietly gesturing to the hard-on, making a
tent in my slacks.

Charlie laughed out loud, but Karen didn't seem to notice.

When my boner went down, I told Charlie that we could go and see his
drawings. He led me down the hall and into his room. I sat on his bed and
he stood right in front of me, staring at me.

"Where's the drawings?" I asked.

Charlie began moving his hands around on his stomach and his hips began
rolling. My dick responded as I watched Charlie's eleven year old body
gyrate like he was some kind of a exotic dancer. My jaw dropped and I
couldn't help but follow his hands as they explored his own body, lifting
his shirt and exposing his smooth stomach.

I snapped myself out of the erotic trance, and said, "Charlie! No more wine
tonight. You have to be careful!" I pulled him close to me, and held him
still, with my hands on his hips.

"She can't see us." Charlie replied. "I am being careful." He glanced back
at the door and then asked, "You wanna see my dick?"

"Charlie!" I urged, holding him tighter. "If your mom catches onto what
you're doing, I'll never get to see you again."

"Okay. Sorry." Charlie replied, looking more like he understood me.

"Now," I said, glancing toward the door and then back at Charlie
again. "Show me your dick. Quickly."

Charlie flashed a smile and then undid his pants. I heard his breathing
change as he opened the fly to his pants, letting his white briefs poke
out.

"Looks like some one has a boner." I whispered.

"Yeah." Charlie agreed, with a chuckle. He played with the crotch of his
undies a little and then he finally pulled the elastic down.

I felt a jolt of excitement as my eyes fixed on a miniature version of the
adult penises that I was accustomed to.

"Oh my gosh." I breathed.

My hand instinctively reached forward to hold the tiny erection. Charlie
gasped and my index finger brushed the under side of his little cock.

"Feel good?" I asked, knowing full well that it did.

Charlie nodded in reply and then pulled his briefs down another couple of
inches. I took his hard-on in my fingers and began rubbing him at a very
fast pace. I loved the way Charlie flexed and braced himself against the
rapid stimulation. I let my other hand gently stroke Charlie's young, soft
ball sack. I heard him whimper and fix his eyes on me, looking like he was
surprised that I could make him feel so good.

"Will we be able to hear her, if your mom walks down the hallway?" I asked.

Charlie's gaze looked past me, and he was letting out tiny sighs as I
rubbed him.

"Charlie!" I said, slowing down on my rubbing. That seemed to do the trick.

"Yeah." Charlie answered.

I sped up on rubbing him, going so fast that my fingers were a blur on his
small cock. He began moaning slightly louder and moving his hips in a
fucking motion.

"I wish you were naked right now." I moaned to him, in a low voice.

Charlie grunted and then, in a quick motion, he shucked his pants and
briefs to the floor, giving me a view of his naked bottom half. I continued
rubbing him, even though I knew that we might have to cover up quickly, in
case Karen came down the hallway.

"Lift up your shirt." I ordered.

Charlie lifted the front of his shirt, bunching it up and holding it with
his chin. I got almost a complete view of what he would look like if he
were naked.

"There." I said, in a shaky voice, "This is what I'm going to imagine when
I rub my dick tonight."

"Really?" Charlie asked, in a stunned tone.

"Oh yes! You're beautiful!" I answered.

"Charlie?" Karen called from the kitchen.

Charlie took a quick step back and fumbled to quickly pull his pants back
up. "Yeah, mom?" He yelled.

"Show Darren some of your paintings that you did at camp last year too!"
Karen yelled.

"Okay!" Charlie answered, as he zipped up his pants. "That scared me."
Charlie whispered, clearly shaken.

"Yeah. That's why we gotta be careful." I said.

"Yep." Charlie agreed. He took a few steps and peeked his head out into the
hallway, and then came back to stand in front of where I sat on his bed.

"I want to see yours now." He said, pointing at my crotch.

I was reluctant to keep going. We were already taking enough risks and I
was erotically charged. I felt the dizzy and giddy feeling from the wine.

"I'll let you see it real quick, but then that's it for tonight." I
said. "We can mess around this weekend, if your mom let's us get together."

Charlie nodded and smiled, fixing his eyes on my on the bulge in my
pants. I unzipped the fly and pulled my seven inch, hard-on out for him to
see. I saw the look of surprise hit his face and my dick twitched when he
reached for it.

"Wait. Not now." I said, but it was too late.

Charlie's soft, young hands were holding my rod and every small movement of
his fingers sent hot chills through me. My legs opened on their own as my
young friend began pumping my dick.

"Wait." I begged, but Charlie kept masturbating me.

I could just barely hear sounds coming from the kitchen, so I let my boy
pump me a bit longer. There was something amazing about a boy's hand on my
hard dick, that was nothing like I could have ever imagined. I always
pictured it when I jacked off but it was never anything as awesome as how
Charlie's boy hands were making me feel.

"Stop." I demanded, pulling his hands off. "It feels good, but if I cum,
I'll shoot everywhere. How would we explain that?"

I went against every urge and pushed my throbbing cock back inside my
pants.  I sat there, taking even breaths, trying to make my boner go
away. Getting 'turned off' was difficult with an eleven year old boy right
in front of me, but I was doing it.

"Let's go back to the kitchen." I said.

"Kiss me." Charlie asked, before I could get up.

I shook my head, knowing that if I started kissing him, I would get hard
again in no time. I placed both of my hands on Charlie's shoulders and
looked him in the eyes.

"I'm going to see if we can get together this weekend." I said. "And, if we
can, then you and I aren't going anywhere. We're going to stay at my
apartment and we'll get naked together. We'll make each other feel good all
day."

I heard a gasp escape from Charlie's open mouth and I saw his hand move to
his crotch. He was grabbing at his dick like crazy.

We heard a metal utensil hitting the counter, from the kitchen, followed by
a loud, 'fuck!' from Charlie's mom.

"You alright out there?" I yelled.

"Dinner's going to be a bit longer!" Karen yelled back. "The goddamn meat
isn't thawed all the way yet."

"It's all good!" I answered back, seeing the smirk on Charlie's face.

I stood up and walked toward the door. "Let's go watch some t.v. or
something, while your mom cooks dinner."

I saw Charlie's shoulders slump and he went to follow me. Before leaving
the room, Charlie picked up his plastic cup of wine and took a big gulp.

"Stop drinking wine!" I snapped.

Charlie smiled and pulled the cup away from my grasping hands. I wondered
how much Charlie drinks wine, since he was able to drink it so easily. It
was nice to see him getting giddy from having a drink or two, but I was
worried that it would effect his ability to keep our secret.

I sat on the couch and Charlie disappeared into the kitchen for a
minute. When Charlie returned to the living room he had his plastic cup in
one hand and my wine glass in the other. He handed me my glass of white
wine, with a smile. I accepted it and took a sip, and then set it on the
coffee table. Charlie set his cup down beside mine, but not before taking
another giant gulp.

"Geez! Do you drink wine a lot?" I asked.

Charlie shrugged and sat on the edge of the couch, facing me. "It makes
this feel better." He answered, rubbing at his crotch again. "So I always
ask my mom for some, when she drinks it."

"You better drink some water too, or you'll go to school with a hangover
tomorrow." I suggested.

"I will." He agreed.

Charlie was rubbing himself harder as he sat next to me on the couch. I
nudged him, hoping he would stop, but he didn't.

"I thought you agreed to put that off until this weekend." I reminded him.

He was spreading his legs wide and gyrating his hips against his hand. It
was a hot sight to see, but his mom was in the next room and could walk in
any second.

"Charlie!" I said, nudging him again.

Charlie took his hand off of his own crotch and placed it on mine. I pulled
his hand off, only to have him quickly place it there again. Charlie was
laughing pretty loud as he tried to grab my dick.

"What are you two doing in there?" Karen asked, from the kitchen.

"We're just wrestling." I answered.

I put my fingers into Charlie's arm pits, and felt him quickly close his
arms, laughing out loud as I tickled him. Charlie squirmed in my arms and I
lifted him to straddle my waist. When I had Charlie facing me, I stopped
tickling him for a moment.

"No more naughty touch for tonight. Okay?" I asked.

"Do you mean, like this?" He asked, grabbing my crotch.

I let Charlie's hand search for my dick in the crotch of my pants while I
warned him. "You can't play like this around your mom. If she sees us,
we're in trouble."

Charlie heard me but his hand still felt me up until he was squeezing my
dick. I was hard again, instantly. I let him squeeze me, because no matter
how much I told him to stop, I wanted it so bad.

"Let her see us." Charlie whispered, working my cock faster.

I adjusted my sitting position, to give him better access. I loved feeling
his young fingers working my dick as I stared into his beautiful eyes. I
should have pulled his hand off of my dick, but it felt too good.

"Do you really want your own mom to come in and see you doing sexual
things?" I whispered.

"Yes." Charlie sighed.

I forgot who I was asking. This was the most risky exhibitionist that I had
ever met, kid or adult.

"Really? You would let her see your hard little dick?" I asked, squeezing
the little hard-on in his pants.

Charlie nodded, half closing his eyes as he moaned, "She's seen my dick
hard before."

"How?" I asked, hoping he wasn't lying.

"When I rub it, in my room, I leave the door open and let her catch me." He
said, squeezing my dick harder and faster.


"Wow." I said. ""What did she do?"

"She tells me to stop. But I don't stop when she says to." Charlie said,
with uneven breathing. "I let her see how good it feels before she walks
away."

"How many times has she caught you?" I asked.

"A bunch. I always let her catch me before bed time when she comes in to
say good night." Charlie answered. "Last time, she kept watching me as she
walked away. She was mad but she was looking at my dick while I was rubbing
it."

I looked over Charlie's shoulder, checking the doorway to the kitchen
again. Karen must have been still working at cooking dinner, so I kept
rubbing Charlie's little cock.

I pulled Charlie closer to me, whispering in his ear, "If your mom comes
out here, I'm gonna act like I'm tickling you. Okay?"

Charlie nodded silently, letting his cheek brush against mine. I pulled his
hand off of my dick, not wanting to risk a wet orgasm that couldn't be
explained. I worked my fingers on kneading Charlie's boner, hard and
fast. I felt Charlie buck forward into my grip, getting a humping motion
going.

This was dangerous but I loved how hot Charlie was getting and I liked the
sexual charge that the risk was giving him.

"You would let your mom see this? Right now, if she walked in?" I asked as
he force humped against my stomach.

"Yes." Charlie moaned.

"What if she wanted to touch your dick?" I asked, seeing his eyes meet
mine. "Would you want that?"

He nodded his head quickly and said, "I'd let her."

I kept trying to rub Charlie's erection, but it was difficult because of
how fast he was humping me. Finally, I stopped rubbing him to keep both of
my hands on his back, to guide him. I glanced at the doorway to the kitchen
again, but it was empty still.

"What if," I said, seeing Charlie's eyes fix on me again, in expectation,
"What if your mom let you put your dick inside her pussy?"

Charlie's eyes widened, unblinking. He stared at me and ground his hips
hard against me, gasping repeatedly. He showed me a look of surprise or
shock.

"What's wrong?" I whispered, feeling his thrusts slow.

Suddenly Charlie's face went red and he was straining.

"Are you cumming?" I asked as quietly as possible.

"Yeah." Charlie groaned.

I pulled Charlie in, hugging him close as his body began to shake. I held
Charlie's face against my shoulder, hoping to muffle the quiet moans that
he was letting out. I must have been one hell of an orgasm because it felt
like every muscle in his little body was tensed, making him rigid in my
embrace. I loved feeling every wave of his orgasm as it shook his body. And
I loved that I was the one who gave him such an intense cum.

I had my hands under Charlie's shirt, caressing his soft skin while his
body shuddered against me. It was amazing feeling every twitch of his body
as his cock tried to pump out cum that it couldn't make yet.

Charlie's moans turned to tired sighs against my shoulder and he twitched
less. I felt the whole weight of his body collapse on top of me and I
kissed his soft head of hair, telling him that he did good.

I let Charlie lay on top of me for a bit, but decided that I should rouse
him before he closed his eyes. Reluctantly, I rolled his small figure to
lay next to me on the couch. I saw his eyes fix on me, giving me a half
smile.

"Are you happy now?" I asked.

Charlie nodded his head and I saw his smile grow. I softly placed the back
of my hand on his cheek, letting is caress his skin. I stayed there,
running my fingers along the features of his face and taking in every
perfect feature.

Charlie gestured at the boner in my crotch and then gave me a quizzical
stare. I placed my hand on top of my hard-on and figured that I could go to
the bathroom to relieve myself.

"Pull it out." Charlie quietly asked.

I shook my head and chuckled. "You don't give up. Do you?"

"I want to see what it looks like when you shoot your sperm." Charlie said,
looking at my hand on my crotch.

"Nope." I protested.

Before Charlie could start grabbing at my dick, I stood up and said, "I'll
do it in the bathroom. You can watch me on Saturday."

I could hear Charlie rushing to follow me down the narrow hallway to the
bathroom. All I wanted was to shoot my load before getting blue balls, but
it looked like Charlie was going to make it difficult. Before I could enter
the bathroom, Charlie jumped in front of me, blocking the doorway.

"Do it in my room real quick." He pleaded.

I pondered Charlie's request, knowing that I was on the verge of shooting a
load in my pants at any second. I wanted to grab Charlie and touch his dick
again, while I brought myself to orgasm. Every urge in my body screamed at
me to pull my dick out and shove it between those soft, young lips as I
came.

"Okay." I agreed. "Get a wad of toilet paper."

Charlie bounced in response, running into the bathroom and grabbing a
handful of toilet paper off of the roll. We made our way into Charlie's
room and I hid on the other side of the dresser, out of direct view of the
doorway. I didn't unbutton my fly, but I unzipped and pulled my throbbing
cock out of the opening. I held the bunch of toilet paper in one hand and
jacked with the other, feeling an extra hot tickle as Charlie watched me.

From the kitchen, I heard Karen answer her mobile phone, sounding like she
was talking to her mother. I knew that she would be kept busy for a bit, so
I took advantage of the opportunity.

"Lemme see your butt." I demanded.

Charlie immediately turned around, showing me the rear of his pants.

"Pull them down." I whispered urgently as I rubbed faster.

Charlie, didn't bother with the fly of his jeans. He simply grabbed at the
waistband and yanked them down. Suddenly I was able to feast my eyes on the
most perfect, blemish free ass that I had ever seen. I was jack hammering
my dick only a foot away from a perfect boy-ass.

I could still hear Karen chatting on the phone, so I took the risk and
pushed my dick against the softest skin imaginable. I heard Charlie gasp
loudly as I dry humped his young ass and held him in place with both hands.

"Is this okay?" I mumbled, not waiting for an answer.

I was slamming my hard-on against Charlie so hard and fast that it was
making slapping noises. I was sure that the rhythmic fucking sounds could
be heard down the hallway and perhaps into the living room, but I was too
involved in my fuck-fever to care.

"I'm cumming." I moaned into Charlie's hair as I held him in place and
rammed my cumming dick against his round cheeks.

It was another body-shaking orgasm that made me moan uncontrollably as I
shot hot jets of my seed onto the back side of my young boy. I was able to
lift Charlie's shirt up and out of the way, so that I didn't splash his
clothing. When you cum that hard, its difficult to pull back, but I pulled
back just enough so I didn't get cum splattered on my own clothing.

My hips were bucking forward on their own, even as I tried to pull away
from Charlie's naked back side. I never knew that my cum could hit so hard
against such soft skin, but it did and Charlie braced and held still for
every bit of it.

When my dick stopped spurting hot cum, I grabbed my cock and swirled the
head against Charlie's baby-smooth cheeks.

"Are you okay?" I asked between breaths.

"Yeah." Charlie answered, as he backed his butt against my dick. "I thought
you were gonna put it in my butt."

I was shaking as I caught my breath. I let Charlie push against me, for as
much as I could handle, but my dick was sensitive from having such a
powerful cum.

"I almost did." I said, as I pulled away. "It would probably hurt you if I
tried to fuck you."

I grabbed the wad of toilet paper from Charlie's hand and tried to get
every hot splatter of cum on his back. I was feeling less adventurous as
the seconds passed, and I became nervous that Karen would walk in any
second. I rushed the cleanup and when we were both fully clothed again, I
had a soggy cum soaked wad in my hand.

I was in a rush to flush the handful of toilet paper and when I disposed of
it and washed my hands, Charlie stopped me with a hug. I pulled my young
friend close to me and kissed the top of his head. It was nice to just
stand there and enjoy the closeness.

Before pulling out of our hug Charlie asked, "Do you love me?"

I held Charlie's face in my hands and pulled away slightly, to look him in
the eyes. "Yes." I answered, "I love you."

"Like a boyfriend?" He asked, watching me.

"If that's what you want." I replied with a smile. "We could be secret
boyfriends or we can be good friends who have naughty fun. Which would you
prefer?"

Charlie pressed into a tight hug against me again. "Boyfriends." He mumbled
against my chest.


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