Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2010 18:06:02 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE ADVENTURES OF CHUCK AND CHARLIE - Chapter 2

This story is fiction. It describes the relationships of some young
friends, including their sexual experiences. If this offends you, or if you
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THE ADVENTURES OF CHUCK AND CHARLIE - Chapter 2



I'd seen Charlie with his hand in his overalls several times since that
first time. I'd sometimes think about that in bed. What was he feeling? I'd
stick my hand down in my underpants under the sheet where I couldn't see
anything, and I'd think, "This is what a hand feels when it goes down
there. This is what Charlie feels." And I'd let my fingers explore all
around my dick and down around my balls. Of course, Charlie wasn't feeling
all that in school! Was he? And then I'd put my hand around my dick and
make it feel so good again by rubbing a little.

Damn that Charlie Collins! Just looking at him made me hard sometimes!

I wasn't mad at him, of course.

We'd study at his house sometimes after school. If you walked down the road
in front of the school, you came to a T-intersection. If you went right,
you curved around a little on the road that went right past Charlie's. If
you went left, you curved around a little on the road that went right past
my place. But it was a real quick walk through the woods from his house to
mine, so sometimes I could stay until it was almost suppertime.

I liked studying with him. He was smarter than I was, so that made my
homework easier. Sometimes we'd study at the kitchen table where we could
spread all our stuff out, and sometimes we'd go to his room. When we were
in his room we could goof off a little more, because his ma was downstairs.

One day we were in his room laughing about something. I was sitting on his
bed, and he was sitting on the floor with some of our books. He'd told a
joke or something. But I just suddenly realized where I was sitting. This
was the bed where Charlie rubbed his dick on the mattress at night! I
started to get stiff just thinking about it. I wanted to talk about all
this stuff with him. But I was a little afraid of it. I just got up off the
bed and started looking though the books on the floor.

So I was kind of scared when I woke up real early one morning. I'd had a
dream. I could barely remember it. But my dick was really hard. And I
remember part of the dream. That's what it was about. My dick. In the dream
I was rubbing it all over Charlie. He was naked, and I was rubbing it even
on his face! And over his lips! And it felt so good...

I reached down for my dick and rubbed it; I couldn't help it. The tingle
was already there when I woke up, and as I tried to remember my dream the
tingle just got worse. Or better. I rubbed too hard, I guess, and my dick
started to hurt. Was I a terrible boy, a really bad person, to dream about
Charlie that way? But it was just a dream -- I couldn't help it!

School was harder after that. I mean, it was hard to sit next to Charlie
without getting... hard. Not all the time, of course. But a lot of
times. And I think he knew. How could he know? But he kept bumping into me,
sometimes with his hip or leg. We always played ball on the playground, or
tag or something. And every time he touched me I had to wonder if he knew
about me. I thought he did when he'd tag me on the butt, but other times it
was more like usual. I was really confused.

On the way home from school one day, Charlie stepped a little closer and
whispered, "Our mare got fucked yesterday."

I stared at him. And I know I blushed six shades of red. We didn't talk
about stuff like that at our house. And he used the "F" word. That was
never, never, ever said at our house.

"And I watched," he continued. "You ever seen a horse cock?"

I stammered something. Was he really talking about this?

"They're huge when they're hard. Like this," he said, holding his hands
really wide apart.

So I knew he was joshing me. Nobody's dick... um, cock gets that big!

"No lie!" He read the disbelief on my face. "I've seen them when they're
hard a lot."

Well, maybe he did. I knew they had horses; we didn't. So maybe he'd know.

"How big is yours?" He whispered the question, but then he poked me in the
ribs and ran off at the turn to his house.

I kept on walking but I felt cold all over. Or hot. Damn. My dick was
getting stiff... hard. There wasn't anybody in sight, so I stepped off the
road into the woods and went in a bit until I couldn't see the road
anymore. I stuck my hand down my overalls -- like I'd seen Charlie do at
school. It was hard, all right. Oh, and it felt really good. I squeezed it
some. And then I just couldn't help it. I couldn't just leave it in
there. I opened my overalls and my underwear and pulled my dick out. After
all, I'd peed in the woods a lot. Nothing wrong with that at all.

Only this time I wasn't peeing. My dick... um, cock was about as hard as it
would get. How long was it? I imagined my school ruler lying alongside it
and thought maybe it was three inches. Then I got an idea. Why not really
use the ruler?

I pulled it out of my schoolbag. My dick wasn't all the way stiff then, so
I pulled on it a little bit until it got harder. Then I held the ruler next
to it. How do you measure a dick? Does the ruler go on top, and you hold
the dick up...? Or maybe the ruler goes next to it, and you hold the dick
out. Finally I just stuck the ruler against myself under my dick and lay my
dick on top of it. Three and a half! It was three and a half inches long!

Was that good or bad? I mean, was that normal?

How big was Charlie?

It felt really good holding my dick that way, so I decided to hold it a
little longer while I peed. Only I couldn't pee when it was stiff. But when
I moved it around a little, that only made it worse. Or better. The tingle
got started really good. I dropped the ruler to the ground and kepy my
fingers under it while I rubbed it up and down. And the feeling got so big
and went down inside somewhere... It made me need to pee, but that was
okay, because I was going to pee, anyway... I kept rubbing it that way, and
the feeling got so... made me feel like a balloon inside... oh so good a
feeling, nothing like peeing... oh so good...

And then something happened. I shook all over! I shook inside! And then it
was over. I sat back on the ground. Damn. Shit. Even fuck! What was that?

What WAS that?

All over me, I felt it all over me, the most wonderful feeling I'd ever
had... The biggest, greatest... I realized I'd been shivering, sitting
there on the ground. But I could feel a little sweat on my forehead, too. I
had never, ever felt anything as wonderful as that...

Was I sick? What had I done to myself?

I lay in bed that night wondering about it. I reached down for my dick
once, but I was afraid to play with it again. Maybe it was... broken. Maybe
I'd done something terrible to my insides, and I'd never get fixed. Maybe
Charlie would know. But I could never ask him about a thing like that!

But my dick kept getting hard when I didn't want it to. I couldn't help but
play with it when I was talking a bath. I tried to keep my hands off it
when I went to bed. I really tried.

And I tried to stay away from Charlie. All this had something to do with
Charlie, somehow. That didn't make any sense to me, and I'm not stupid. But
somehow, it had something to do with Charlie. But I liked Charlie. He was
my best friend, even if he didn't know it. I wanted to be around him! But I
couldn't. Not if something really bad was wrong with me.

I don't know if he noticed. I couldn't really stay away from him
altogether. We still played on the playground; all the boys did. Of course,
I sat next to him. We still walked home together every afternoon. So, if I
liked him so much, I could ask him about stuff, couldn't I? But I just
couldn't.

One day at school he was stuffing his hand down his overalls again, and
everynow and then he'd look over at me and grin. I couldn't help but grin
back. But I was careful not to grin too much or somebody would notice. Then
he stopped grinning and got this funny look on his face. Somehow I knew
that meant he'd gotten hold of his dick... um, cock. And I felt it,
then. My dick. It was getting stiff.

Charlie sort of raised an eyebrow at me, like he was asking me if my dick
was hard. I looked away and paid attention to Miss Sanders. She was reading
something -- I wasn't paying too much attention -- and then she turned to
write something on the blackboard.

That's when Charlie scooted over just a little closer. Out of the corner of
my eye I could see something moving between us. It was his hand! he wiggled
his hand to the opening at the side of my overalls. He was going to reach
in for my dick!

I scooted away. I was shaking a little. He grinned at me and fished back
down into his own overalls. He was hard, I knew it! Now I was getting
hard. He wanted to touch me there. He couldn't do that. That
wasn't... nice. But... didn't I want him to do it? No, of course not. But I
touch it, like he touches his. Why would he want to touch my cock? How
would that feel...?

"Chuck! Charlie!"

Shit.

"Detention."

We had to sit on opposite sides of the room during detention. My dad always
threw a fit when I got detention, because that made me late for
chores. This time was a little different. Detention had to do with me and
Charlie... With what? Me and Charlie playing with our dicks? But we
weren't... I mean, I wasn't. Was he hard right now, sitting over there
grinning over his workbook?

He poked me in the ribs as soon as we got out of the schoolyard. "Caught
again," he giggled.

"She didn't know what we were doing!" I shot back. I was mad at him this
time. It was all his fault.

"Why? What were you doing?" he asked, pretending to be all innocent.

"I wasn't doing it! You were!"

"Me?" He looked wide-eyed, like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"You were playing with your dick!" I said.

Then I froze. I'd said it. Out loud. I looked around, but there wasn't
anybody at all. But I'd said it. To Charlie.

He was grinning again. And that made me even madder. "So go play with your
damn dick!" I said. I turned and ran away before he could see the tears in
my eyes. How could I hate somebody I liked so much? I ran all the way home.

I was almost asleep that night when I heard something pecking at my
window. My bedroom was little, and it's all the way at the back of the
house. I looked out to see Charlie peeking in at me. He motioned for me to
come out. I crawled out the window before I remembered I wasn't wearing
anything but my underwear.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered. "Daddy will whut me good if he
finds me out of the house at night!"

We sort of crawled and waddled over behind the big oak tree.

"I just came over..." He stopped. "Didn't mean to make you mad," he
muttered, looking down at the ground.

I sat there a minute. Then I grinned at him. "Shit, Charlie. I'm not mad
anymore. How could I stay mad at my best friend?"

I could hardly see his eyes in the dark, but I knew he was looking right at
me.

"I'm... your best friend?" he whispered.

I think he could see me nod.

"You're my best friend, too," he said quickly. And then he just disappeared
into the darkness.

I went back to bed with a smile on my face. Best friends. I reached down
for my dick... cock. I rubbed it a little before I went to sleep. Just like
my best friend, Charlie, rubbed his.

The next day we didn't say anything about the night before. But in the
afternoon, during history, Charlie scooted over to me a little. Was he
going to try it again, reach for my dick? I was shaking a little inside. He
really shouldn't do that, not in school... might get caught. But I knew the
real truth. I wanted him to.

He got his hand in the opening at the side of my overalls. I leaned up to
the desk to kind of hide it. I could feel his hand on my hip. It was so
warm. He was moving it slowly. My dick was about as hard as it got and
starting to get uncomfortable in my underwear. It felt so good!

Then his hand was on my leg, touching my skin. Nobody had ever touched me
there before. It was all I could do to keep from squirming around. His hand
didn't feel warm now; it felt hot. On my bare skin... my skin on my
leg... He moved it to the inside of my legs.

And then he touched me. I felt his finger touch the end of my hard dick
through my underwear. I almost made a sound, but I swallowed it. His hand
moved up a little until he was holding my whole dick through my
underwear. I'd never felt anything so wonderful. He just held it a second,
and then he squeezed a little.

He squeezed my dick. Charlie squeezed my dick, my hard dick, my cock, my
stiff cock...

His hand slipped quickly and smoothly back out of my overalls, and he
leaned away from me. I glanced at him, and he was looking up front, like
the Roman Empire was the most interesting thing in the whole world.

Charlie had squeezed my hard cock...