Date: Thu, 17 Jun 1999 15:46:09 PDT
From: leykopygos@hotmail
Subject: Chuck Fucked

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE OR OFFENDED BY SEXUAL ACTIVITIES BETWEEN
MEN DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. THIS SHORT STORY IS A SEXUAL FANTASY. THE
CHARACTERS ARE PRODUCTS OF MY IMAGINATION AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL
PERSON OR CIRCUMSTANCE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Readers: I must apologize for the first posting on Jan. 24. I had meant to
end the first section where this picks up. The first version from this
point to the termination was not proofed or polished at the time of the
posting. Sorry also for the delay in finishing the story. I have moved into
a new house in the interim and have only now had time to finish. Thanks for
your good comments and encouragement.

			   CHUCK FUCKED: PART II

I nearly choked. I was caught! He's going to kill me I thought. I pulled my
head up free and fell back against my bed bumping my head with an audible
thump. I knew I was going to have a big knot where I hit. Chuck was out of
bed and at my side in an instant. I drew back afraid he was going to beat
me to a pulp. He turned the light on. The expression on his face was
amused, concern.

I began to apologize profusely, but Chuck just waved me off.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, at least physically."

"What do you mean?"

"Are you going to tell the whole school about this?" I asked.

"No! I'm not gonna tell anybody. Look I'm sorry about the phone thing. I
was an immature jerk."

"I was stupid to even pull that stunt and you've been great about it ever
since."

"I've felt pretty guilty about blabbing."

I stared down at the carpet.  "Look, I'm sorry I woke you. It won't happen
again. Could we just go back to sleep and forget this ever happened?"

"I haven't been asleep yet and can't go to sleep until my dick gets
satisfied. It isn't satisfied yet." He answered. I looked down at the
telephone pole throbbing in his lap. No it didn't look satisfied. He
slipped his hand down to stroke his powerful cock a few times while I
watched.

"You mean you were awake the entire time?"

"Yep. I figured if you saw my big wang jumping around over here, you'd have
to check it out."

He had set me up. "Does this mean you like guys?" I asked.

"Hell no!" He answered excitedly. "I just can't get a girl to go down on
me. Hell, Terri's the first one to let me fuck her. In fact she's the first
one that hasn't run away shrieking. I saw you eyeing me in the shower, then
the phone call, I knew you wanted it in the best and worst way."

He rose up and squatted on the balls of his feet with my head between his
spread legs. His blood engorged, inflexible rod pointed right at my mouth.
"You still want it don't you?" He asked coaxingly.

Damn straight I still wanted it. He leaned forward, braced himself with his
right hand, and thrust his hip forward some. His fat love muscle loomed in
my face like an approaching blimp. I reached up and grasp it. I slowly
pumped my fist up and down the shaft and watched the foreskin cover and
retract from the skin. This was my first uncut dick. I wanted to explore it
thoroughly. It flexed in my hand in reacting to my worshipful
ministrations. Eagerly, Chuck pushed his pelvis closer. Another clear bead
of juice had formed on the head again. I guided his rounded cap to my lips
and smeared them with his gooey precum. I lifted his cock upright and
darted my tongue out to graze his hairy, low-hangers. He groaned with
pleasure. I cradled his left ball on my tongue and tenderly drew in into my
mouth.

"Oh, god. That is great. Nobody's ever done that to me before. You're
making me weak." He said with a catch in his voice. I slathered his sack
with spit and gently sucked on his nuts, while he encouraged me. "Yeah suck
my balls! What a sweet mouth you have. Wash my nut sack with that sweet
mouth." His sweaty natural perfume wafted up to my nostrils. I continued
slowly stroking his rod while I sucked. His balls pulled up tight against
his body, and he groaned loudly. His cock erupted and sprayed cum on my bed
and my head.

He fell back and collapsed on the floor in front of me. I can't remember
that I was ever more disappointed. I got up and went to the sink to clean
up.

"Jamie, that was incredible. You have one hot mouth," he called to me.

"It was my pleasure.  Just let me know anytime. We'll work something out."

I walked back over to the bed and looked down at him. He had pulled himself
up to sit on the side of his bed. His fuckstick rose proudly from his
hand. He was still hard.

He smiled up at me and said, "How about now?"

I was on my knees licking his stiff pole before I even had time to think
about it. His cock jumped and jerked as my tongue traveled up and down its
length.  It had such a smooth silken texture on my tongue. The skin was
stretched so tight around the girth of his bloated shaft that a tracery of
tiny veins showed through, but had more than ample slack in its length to
slide easily. It was truly round, not ovoid like most guys' cocks. The cum
tube was barely apparent making its way up his blue-steel boner. I lovingly
worked my way down past his man eggs to the sensitive ridge of skin between
his butt and his balls. He started moaning and flopped his head around
wildly, and then I made my way back up to his rounded head. I reached up
and slid his sheath back over his knob and held it there while I ran my
tongue around inside. He put his hands on the back of my head and gently
pressed me down onto him. I had no intention of refusing and let his firm
hands guide me. I opened wide and took about four inches of his full prong
into my mouth.

"Oh, yeah, Jamie suck on my big dick. That's great."

For several minutes I worked on just the upper half of his bone, getting it
good and sloppy-wet. I gradually became more adventuresome driving my head
further down on his rod. It was so big around I thought it would rip my
throat apart, then another inch slid in. I was fighting hard to overcome my
gag reflex. He gasped loudly. His obvious pleasure spurred on my efforts. I
focused on relaxing my throat and I tried to slide it up and down in my
throat. It was too much. I pulled off gagging.

"Are you okay?" He asked, truly concerned.

"I'm fine.  You're just a lot more than a mouthful."

"I can't believe you could do that. You had two-thirds to three-quarters of
it. I can't tell you how good it felt when I slipped into your throat. I
don't see how you could take me that deep."

"It's all desire and willpower; just mind over matter. Of course you have a
lot more matter than I ever dreamed of." I grinned and grasped his dick to
emphasize the point. "Then again I have tons of desire and willpower."

"You must."

"Chuck, as much as you are getting your rocks off, it doesn't even approach
the charge I'm getting doing you."

Without pause, I rammed my head back down on his cock. I had less
resistance this time. I shoved down until I could feel him back in my
throat. I carefully pushed a little further, drawing a long "aaah" from
Chuck. I pulled it back out in to my mouth then pressed back down
stretching my distend pipe. Suddenly he bucked his hips propelling the
remainder of his massive schlong into my esophagus. My nose mashed into his
pubes. My wind was cut off. My gag reflex was firing heavy. In panic I
pulled off spluttering.

"Jamie I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I lost control."

I licked the shaft as I regained my composure. "It's not a problem, just to
let me take the lead until I get used to it." I said.

I took him just into my mouth and started suctioning hard. I set up an
alternating rhythm of shallow throat fucking and that strong vacuum on the
head and upper shaft and driving my throat onto his full erect dick. I
can't even describe the rush overwhelming my senses. I was exhilarated that
I could actually accomplish it. I had beat off so much over the past few
months fantasizing about Chuck, wondering how big his hard cock would
be. Now I had it! It was so much more than I had dreamed, and now I was
gorging on its magnificent hardness. The eroticism had my cock so hard it
hurt as it jerked excitedly. My enthusiasm got the best of me and I thrust
my head down on him. I pulled back an inch and then embedded my nose back
in his clean smelling crotch. My lungs were about to explode from lack of
oxygen. I abruptly pulled off to catch my breath. It was so tightly wedged
I thought my esophagus was coming out with his cock. I caught my breath and
lunged back down full length on his on thick pole. He spasmodically jabbed
at my throat. It was too much. I pulled off and ran to the toilet retching.

When I came back no amount of concentration could quiet my gag reflex. My
battered throat was just too tender. I could see he was disappointed. I
felt like a tease, but maybe.."

"Do you want to cornhole me?" I asked hopefully.

"I don't know," he answered. "You know I'm not a fag. That seems awful
queer to me." I knew he didn't mean anything bad by his remarks. Stonewall
had only happened a few years earlier and `gay' was not a word that
had filtered down to Middle America yet. He didn't know any polite way to
express himself.

"Look, Chuck, it's gonna take some practice before I can bring you off in
my mouth.  My hole is tight, warm, slick, willing and HERE. The only other
option is a hand job. It's your choice."

"I don't know," he said hesitantly. I thought it was a good sign that his
cock was jumping at the thought. He had to be horny as hell.

"Your balls are about to burst with cum. Nobody's ever going to know about
it.

"Well--?"

I had to convince him!  "When you're horny isn't any hole better than none?
Besides, my butt has got to be tighter than any pussy.  It's surrounded by
muscle. No matter how sweet you think a girl's soft twat is, or how turned
on it makes you they don't have that tightness, and they're not here."

"Do you really think you can take it? It killed me when the doctor put his
finger in mine." Actually most of my previous partners had cum almost as
soon as they had the head in me, or still had little boy dicks.

"I've been fucked a few times before, though they were all my size or
smaller. It hurts but I still love it."

Chuck looked thoughtful.  "Who by?"

"None of your business," I snapped, a little peeved.

He laughed. "Hey man, I'm sorry it just popped in my head." He thought a
second. "How often?" I felt the tide turning in my favor.

"Maybe ten times since the fifth grade." This was true. I had been fucked
but the opportunities were rare, even with the guys I trusted.

"What do we do?"  He was up for it! I couldn't believe my luck.

I didn't want him to have time to change his mind. I answered quickly. "I
didn't think to bring anything to slick me up but shampoo. I really don't
want to use that. I guess spit will have to do."

"I've got some Vaseline I brought to keep my lips from chapping." Chuck
chimed in. Now that he had made his decision he became more enthusiastic.

"Great! Vaseline is the best."

He jumped up, his heavy hanging cock leading the way, and got it from his
shaving kit. I dipped my fingers in and slathered up his big dick with a
glob and then smeared it around my hole. Even though I was flush with
desire for this I was still apprehensive. I was trembling with excitement
and fear. I laid face down on my bed. (I had never fucked in any position
except missionary.) I looked back and said, "Go slow and easy."

He grabbed his tree-branch-sized member and crawled on top of my back. I
sucked in my breath as he placed his dick between my cheeks and pressed
forward. He aimed too low and it slid down between my legs.

Chuck groaned. "Reach back and guide me." He ordered.

I gripped his humongous butt reamer and lined it up with my tight,
quivering hole. He drove forward. My clenched opening would not give.

He was rock hard from his cock rubbing in my crack. "Boy, you are
tight. Relax and spread your legs. See if that helps."

I complied eagerly. He wasn't the only one getting turned on by the
contact. I was hungry with lust to get him inside me. I clinched my cheeks
around his cock and he flexed his rod in answer. Still directing his dick
with my hand, I spread my legs open wide and tried to relax my
sphincter. He shoved forward. I felt the aperture give some. Pain surged
through my body. I grit my teeth and growled.  He didn't even have the head
in yet and it was already worse than I imagined. I had to be crazy to want
more. Unfortunately, I was still too tight to get more penetration. He
pushed and pushed and nothing happened. With were both dripping sweat from
our efforts.

He pulled back. "How about trying it doggy style? I've done that with Terri
a few times."

"You've fucked Terri in the butt?" I asked.

"Hell no, you goose, in the pussy."

"Well what the hell is doggy style."

"Get on your hands and knees," he instructed.

I obeyed and he got behind me. He aimed his big probe at my puckered
sphincter and firmly pushed forward. I felt the tight ring start to
open. Abruptly he popped through. A hot white flash of pain traveled up my
spine and exploded in my brain. I yelped, pulled off him and flung myself
down on the bed, writhing in pain. My chute felt as if a blimp had tried to
park in it. Through the fog of pain I heard Chuck's voice.

"Jamie, I'm so sorry. If it's too much for you I can just beat-off."

I needed to put a stop to those thoughts. "No way, man, I want you to fuck
me if it kills me. Even the pain is good." I got up from the bed and walked
over and grabbed his dirty Hanes'.

Chuck gave me a quizzical look. "What do you want with those?"

"I'm going to put them in my mouth to muffle my moans."

I got back on my hands and knees in front of him. As I raised his shorts to
my mouth I said, "C'mon Chuck, gore me with that big horn."

I felt his spongy fat battering ram shove against my back door. I stuck his
jockeys into my mouth. His aroma permeating his shorts spurred me on for
more. I gritted my teeth and waited for the ecstatic agony. His head forced
its way through my sphincter. I wanted to escape but my butt wanted his
cock more. Tears ran down my face as I threw my head down into the
pillow. Then he broke through the inner ring. Only his underwear prevented
me from waking the entire motel. My head ground against the pillow
spasmodically.

"It's too much," he said as he pulled back. Knowing I was about to lose my
chance. I reached back, grabbed his hips and pulled us tightly together
impaling myself on his thick pole. I felt organs pushed aside as his snake
tunneled into me. He slid into unexplored territory; straightened out and
strained the twist in my tortured chute. His balls slapped up against my
own as I forced my cheeks back against his hairy pubes. The pain was so
severe I knew my center seam was going to split. I wanted to scream. I had
never conceived of a pain this powerful. My shoulders were racked with
shudders. I was on the point of giving up when he leaned over, brushed his
lips against my earlobe and whispered, "I don't want to hurt you. You are
so tight around my cock. This is incredible." His pole pulsated and flexed
inside me nudging something deep that sent jolts of pleasure up my spine. I
sucked in my breath in reaction to the thrill.

The tremendous pain was still there but all my apprehension and doubt
vanished. All that mattered was trying to please this magnificent hunk
nuzzling my ear. He started to withdraw but I spit his briefs out on the
pillow and grasped his hips. "A cave would feel tight around your big fuck
rod! Give me a minute to get used to you."

"Take all the time you want." He whispered. He flicked his tongue behind my
ear and mouthed the stiff upper crest of my ear. This unexpected gesture
whipped through me like a cold breeze and sent tremors down my body. My ass
lips clenched and sucked at his rigid shaft. He groaned as his dick
throbbed wildly inside me. I ground my nose back into his shorts to soak in
the intoxicating aroma of this fledgling man. If I was going to die this
was my idea of heaven.  I dropped my hands from his hips and slid forward
on his pulsating fuck muscle. I felt as if my guts were being pulled out
with him. I thrust my hand back up under me and between my legs.  My
fingers reached my plugged hole. My once tiny pucker was stretched wide and
taut around him. I ran my index finger from side to side of his telephone
pole, and then I wrapped my hand around him. His enormity was even more
pronounced in Braille as I fondled him piercing my downy butt cheeks. There
was now four inches of his cock free of the straining confines of my hole
and I still felt like he must be poking against my chest wall. The mental
image fired my lust and I thrust back burying his spear completely in my
distended channel. The pain was still immense but that was of no concern to
me. The only thing that mattered to me was driving his rod in harder and
harder. He moaned and lightly bit the nape of my neck. I turned my head
back sideways to catch his eye.

"Okay stud, it's all yours, just build gradually."

He wrapped his arms about my chest and slowly began to thrust in and out of
my butt. As I adjusted to his tremendous girth the pleasure was building
inside me. His firm knob was stroking nerves inside of me I didn't know I
had. He pulled back further and further with each stroke.  My sphincter was
on fire with the heat of his passage.

He nuzzled back up to my ear. "That is one sweet butt you have Jamie, my
boy.  I've never felt anything so tight, hot, and wet."

I was barely coherent as I moaned, "Fuck me with your big cock, Chuck!"

"You like that big cock, boy?"

"Uh-huh"

"What do you want, Jamie?"

"Please fuck me! Fuck me silly!"

He took a long backstroke leaving me nearly empty. "Reach back and feel me
fuck you some more."

I did as I was told. His dick was pulled out until only the head was held
by my grasping hole. "You sure you don't want me to stop!" he hissed in my
ear. His knob was throbbing at my backdoor sill.

"I want you to fuck me!"

One smooth steady thrust put him in deep only to have him pull out that far
again and slam back into me faster and faster. One full length stroke after
another. I was out of my head. I babbled incoherently with my head bobbing
around wildly. My dick was hard enough to cut diamonds and jumping like
crazy; soaking the sheets with drooling precum. He was pounding my butt
like a piston. This new doggy-style position seemed to expose me to so much
more depth of stroke. He had me so stimulated I was near to orgasm. Just as
I reached the peak he pulled free. I felt completely empty, missing my
core.

"Roll over," he ordered as he straightened up. Being naïve and
inexperienced I had no idea where this was going, but I was far too hot to
argue about anything. I flipped over like a puppy trying to please his
master with a new trick. Chuck lifted my legs up and rolled me back onto my
shoulders as he positioned himself over me like he was doing pushups. His
heavy, rigid schlong hung down prodding my sore bunghole.

"Now, you still want me to fuck you silly?"

I looked up at the view of my imminent impalement.

"Oh YEAH!" I groaned.

He slammed his thick skewer into me driving with his full weight. The
sensation was earth shattering. I watched him pile drive my butt. He pulled
out all the way each time only to slam back in to the hilt. This surpassed
my wildest sexual fantasies by a mile. He pummeled my hole with his
battering ram. All I could do was lie there moaning wordlessly. I must have
sounded like someone speaking in tongues (It's a rural religious
thing). All the while Chuck kept up a steady stream of dirty talk.

"Fuckin' ya with my big cock. Fuckin' that cute ass. Take my hot love
muscle." It was hypnotic staring into his eyes as he fucked me. I was on
fire from the friction of his rapid-fire insertions in and out of my round
puckered boy pussy. His repeated penetrations were so fast that in the
second of his absence my hole was gaping wide. I could feel a slight chill
in depths that cold air had never reached before. His steady pounding on my
prostate was driving me wild. My nuts pulled tight into my body.  I felt a
rising tide of sperm in them. Chuck must have sensed my nearing ejaculation
because he pulled out to the corona and stayed there. His sudden halt
brought me up breathless.

"Not yet, Jamie. You want me to stop?" He teased.

"Never." I gasped haltingly.

Chuck shifted up onto the balls of his feet, pushed my knees to my
shoulders and started sawing his cock back and forth in my welcoming butt.

I don't know how long we kept this up. I felt like he could fuck me into
eternity. This latest position was driving his big hard head even harder
into the G-spot I had been unaware of until now. Before I even knew it was
happening I fired a volley of hot cum into my open mouth. I had never even
touched my dick. I clenched my butt tightly with each spurt. I felt Chuck
grow inside me. He shuddered and shook, driving in deep and hard.

"Take my hot cum Jamie!  I'm fucking spraying your guts with my ball
juice. That sweet butt is milking my fuck muscle."

After his last spurt he collapsed to his knees, his cock still deep
inside. As he began to soften he started to pull out.

"Go slow!" I cautioned him. His withdrawal almost felt painful, not in the
sense of hurt but in the sense of loss.

He smiled ruefully, "You're telling me! My dick is so tender I don't know
if I can stand to pull out."

Slowly his deflating dick slipped free with a little farting burp. Cum
dribbled from my tender wrecked hole. I shakily rose from the bed and went
to the bathroom to clean myself up. Alone behind the closed door I was
suddenly wracked with doubts and fears. What if Chuck started treating me
like a piece of shit now that he had fucked me. What if he tells everybody?
I knew he said he wouldn't, but how many times had I heard guys in the
lockerroom talk about saying that same thing to a girl. The next day he
would boast about it and treat her like a tramp. Suddenly I wished I had
never done it. But then again this was my greatest fantasy come true. Of
course my fantasies never went any further than the act. I wanted to
disappear.

When I came back out Chuck was on his bed propped up on a bunch of
pillows. I couldn't make eye contact as I got into my bed.

"Hey Jamie, what gives?  Are you mad at me for hurting you?"

"You mean you still want to talk to me?"

"Of course I want to talk to you, you dope. I don't want to be your boy
friend or anything but you're my friend. I hope this doesn't change that."

I was fighting back tears of relief. "I didn't think you'd want to have
anything to do with me now."

"Look, what you want to do is your business -- well maybe our business. I'm
not going to pass judgment on it. You're my friend that's all that matters.
I can't return any stronger feelings you might have, or might not, have but
I'd still like to be friends." He flashed me a mugging grin. "Maybe even
fuck buddies."

The next morning I woke to find Chuck in my bed with his dick burrowing
back into my sore butt. I gave a sigh of contentment and pushed back onto
his hard prong.

True to his word Chuck remained my friend. He even put a stop to a lot of
the jokes that I had previously been on the end of. I knew nothing could
come of it but I loved that big stud. We stayed fuck buddies and would get
together once a month or so. He even took me camping a few times. He
knocked up a girl at the end of our senior year and they got married a few
days after graduation.

I went off to university that fall and our times together became more and
more infrequent.  He still lives in our hometown though I hear he's
divorced.  I haven't seen him in years but I'll always love him.