Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 22:20:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Guy Smith <nvwriter2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taught by Charlie

This is a work of fiction. Don't read this if you are underage.


Taught by Charlie


Looking back now, I don't know how I lived without man to man sex. To me
there is no comparison between having sex with a woman and having sex
with a guy. It was Charlie that helped me find myself, and I didn't even
know I was lost.

I was 30 when I met Charlie. My wife had decided to leave me for an
older, wealthier man. Even though her new man was richer than God and
Donald Trump put together, she still took me for everything I had and
left me dirt poor and homeless.

I quickly spent what money I did have on motels, but that couldn't last
forever and I started looking for a place to live. I couldn't afford to
live on my own and that's how I met Charlie. He was 19 and living in a
one-bedroom apartment. He needed a roommate to make ends meet. I wasn't
sure about sharing a one-bedroom apartment, but he told me that he worked
nights and slept during the day so we would hardly even run into each
other. He even convinced me not to worry about buying my own bed, he said
that I could use his at night since he wouldn't be there.

Charlie did indeed work at night. He always slept during the day, even on
his days off, those nights he spent going to clubs and partying. His bed
wasn't much of one, just a mattress on the floor, but it was enough for
me.

Charlie was handsome young man. He was tall, at six foot four, he towered
over my 5'9" frame. He worked out and was well built. His bright, red
hair was hardly ever combed and was always a mess, while my dark brown
hair always remained neat and orderly. He was frequently unshaven and
stubbly, while I was always clean shaven. I liked things to be clean and
organized, while Charlie always made a mess.

Even though we were like the Odd Couple, Charlie and I got along great
from the beginning. I really didn't mind cleaning up after him and he
didn't mind me doing it. I often made him dinner before he left for his
work and occasionally we watched a video together.

We had been living together for six months when I discovered that Charlie
was a bi-sexual. I had seen him with girls a few times, but that evening
he brought home a guy. It was a shock when a half-naked man walked out of
the bedroom when I got home from work. Charlie apologized after the guy
left and asked if him being with a guy bothered me. He explained that he
was bi-sexual. He also explained that he always changed the sheets on the
bed after he had sex with either a guy or a chick. I had never met a
bi-sexual before, at least one that I knew of, and asked Charlie a few
questions. He was more than happy to explain and talked about what being
with a guy felt like. He said that he didn't think one or the other was
better, just different. He also casually mentioned that in his sock
drawer he had a few bi videos.

One evening, after Charlie had gone to work, I found one of the videos
and popped it in. I was interested right away as it showed a guy and girl
getting it on. Then another guy joined in. First he played with the girl,
then he started playing with the guy. I stayed hard throughout it all,
even as one guy fucked a pussy while getting his ass fucked himself. I
wondered what it meant for me that I had enjoyed it.

I didn't say anything to Charlie for awhile. I wanted to, but didn't.
He brought it up one day at dinner. He mentioned that one of his videos
had been out of place. I mentioned that I watched it. He asked me if I
had liked it, and I answered honestly. That was the extent of the
conversation and he left for work.

A few days later it was his day off. He explained that he had an
appointment during the day on Saturday and needed to sleep that night. I
said that I could take the couch. He insisted that we could share the
bed. I wasn't sure about that, but Charlie talked me into it. I think I
knew what was going to happen, but was just afraid to admit it.

He went to bed first and I climbed in an hour or so later. I noticed that
Charlie was naked, but I crawled in with sweatpants, though I normally
sleep naked as well. I lay on my side, as close to the side of the bed,
and away from Charlie, as I could.

Eventually, I laid on my back, my shoulder touching Charlie's shoulder,
and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up I thought that I was
having a wet dream or something- I was cumming. I was floored to see that
Charlie had slipped my cock out of my sweats and had jacked me off. I
looked at him in amazement as he wiped my jizz off his hand. He just
smiled at me.

"What the hell are you thinking?" I said in anger.

"You can't tell me that you didn't know something was going to happen
with the two us in bed?"

I blustered and insisted that I wasn't interested in anything queer.
Charlie just looked at me and said that I was wrong. He said that I knew
what was going to happen and enjoyed it.

His cockiness irritated me and I started to lose my temper. He stood off
the bed and I jumped up to follow him. I grabbed his shoulder and turned
him around.

"Wait a minute, you little prick," I said.

Charlie didn't waste a second. He grabbed my hand and bent it, causing
me to cry out in pain.

"We're not gonna play games, Emmett," he said. "Let's face the truth
right now."

I tried to get my hand out of his grip, but he was much stronger. He
continued to twist my hand and forced me to my knees.

His hard cock was right in front of my face. He had a huge prick. Thick
as a coke can and eight inches long at least.

Charlie grabbed his cock with his free hand and told me to open my mouth.

I refused and he bent my hand harder. The pain was unbearable, or at
least that the excuse I told myself.

I opened up my mouth and he slid his cock in. He fed me just the head at
first.

"Lick it," he said. I licked his cock as he took it out and then slid it
back in. He started feeding me more and more of his cock. I gagged at
first and he pulled out. When he slid back in I was able to take more of
it.

Charlie started sliding his cock in and out of my mouth and I was taking
it. I figured out how to breathe. I covered his prick with my wet tongue.

I heard him telling me that I was doing good.

"Yeah, man," he moaned "It feels good."

I didn't feel it at first as he started to relax his grip on my hand. In
fact, it was until my hands were on his hips, helping him mouth fuck me
that I realized that he had let go of me.

I paused for a second when I realized what was going on.

"Don't stop," Charlie said "Just go with it." And go with it I did.

I kept on sucking that young man's prick like it was a lollipop. I
sucked and licked with wild abandon, savoring the wonderful taste of his
meat and loving the sounds of his moaning and groaning.

Charlie grabbed my head and started slamming his dick down my throat
harder and harder. His beg heavy balls slapped against my chin as my
hands held onto his hips to stop myself from getting knocked over by the
force of his thrusts.

"Oh, yeah," Charlie moaned "You love sucking my cock, don't ya? You love
that cock in your mouth don't ya?" He yelled.

I would have told him that I did love it if his cock wasn't crammed so
deep into my throat.

"Oh, God!," he moaned "Fuck, this feels good. DAMN!" Charlie cursed as he
continued to fuck my mouth harder and harder.

"FUCK!!!," Charlie screamed "I'm gonna cum!"

I felt his dickhead grow and I knew that he was going to shoot his stuff.
I didn't know what to spit or swallow, but I didn't have time to even
think."

I felt his load hit the back of my throat and I instinctively swallowed.
His juice kept on coming and I kept on swallowing.

Load after load of his jizz shot out of his cock, so much that I
couldn't swallow it, though I loved the taste of his salty man juice.
His cum leaked from my lips and spilled down my chin.

I took his cock out of my mouth and another load hit my chin.

I looked up at Charlie.

"Fuck," he said "That was great."

I stood up. I wasn't sure what to say to Charlie, but the look in my eye
must have told him what I wanted to say.

He grabbed me and kissed me hard, his tongue snaking into my mouth. He
wiped his cum from my cheek and fed it to me. I sucked on his finger and
then we kissed again, sharing the taste of his cum.

When we finally pulled apart he said "You're welcome."

Boy was I thankful.

But what happened next was even better....

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