Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2010 10:31:08 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE ADVENTURES OF CHUCK AND CHARLIE - Chapter 3

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 3



After school that day, we walked home together like usual, only it wasn't
usual anymore. I was too embarrassed to say anything about what had
happened, and we talked about other stuff. When we were far enough away
from everybody else and almost at the crossroad, though, Charlie said, "You
had a hard one, all right."

I grinned in embarrassment.

"Feels great, huh?" All he did was touch himself at his crotch, and I
started to get stiff again.

I grinned like a fool.

At the woods, before either one of us had to turn, he said, "Let's sneak in
here for a little bit."

"I got to get home, Charlie. Chores... My Daddy..."

"Just for a minute. I promise. Okay?"

But he was already into the trees. So I followed him. This was a section of
the woods where we hadn't usually played, but he found an old log and sat
down.

"So, you jack off?" he asked.

I knew this was sex he was talking about. Dicks and all. We didn't talk
about that at our house. But Charlie told me later that he'd grown up on a
farm, and I'd grown up in town. They had animals all over the place, and
you couldn't help but see sex. So, even though they didn't talk about it at
their house, either, it was something he'd seen and sort of figured out for
himself. But at that moment, in the woods, I was too embarrassed to admit I
didn't have any idea what he meant, "jack off."

He saw that. But he was a friend, and he didn't make fun of me.

"You know, jerk it. Rub it. Stroke until you do it."

Do it? Did he mean... what I'd done... that feeling, when the tingle just
wouldn't stop until it just blew up inside me?

"Um..." How did I admit my ignorance? "I jerk on it. Yeah. Do you?"

"Shit, yeah. It feels so great!" His hand moved to his crotch and began to
rub lightly. "You can't cum, right? I can't either."

I had no idea what "cum" meant, but if Charlie couldn't do it I guess it
was all right that I couldn't either.

"Chuck..."

And I knew, with all the instinct an eleven-year-old boy has, that his
question was going to be an important one. And the way I answered would be
important, too.

"Chuck," he said, lowering his voice, "show me your cock. I'll show you
mine. Promise."

It was impossible for me to say "no." Part of me wanted to say "no." Part
of me was scared. But most of me wanted to be Charlie's friend, to bow to
his lead in such an important matter, to admit his greater knowledge of
something about which I was so curious. Besides, I really, really wanted to
see his dick. And the only way was to show him mine.

I nodded, but I let him take the lead. He unbuttoned his overalls wide
enough for me to see the white of his underpants. Now, we'd seen each
other's underwear before as we'd peed in the woods or wherever. But this
was different. I knew that inside that pouch of white cotton was a piece of
my friend I really wanted to see. I could already see that it was hard. It
poked out a little, making a sort of mound that wouldn't be there
otherwise.

I'd unbuttoned and opened my overalls, too.

He reached in. When his hand came back out, he was holding it. His
dick. His cock, he called it. It was how he peed. It was what he pushed
against his bed at night. It was what he touched a lot, even in school. It
was what he jacked off. It was his sex. My best friend Charlie's sex.

It was white, but a little pink. The end of it looked just like mine, a
deeper pink. It was hard now, and the peelips were open just a little. It
lay in the palm of his hand. I remembered the warmth of that same hand when
he touched my leg, and I could feel my dick... my cock harden more.

"Now you," Charlie whispered.

I realized I'd not moved at all, beyond unbuttoning my overalls. I was
entranced by this first good look at another boy's cock, this wonderful
thing boys had that I was only beginning to appreciate.

I pulled mine out and showed him. I was hard, too. It felt good, lying on
the palm of my hand. I didn't think I was as long as Charlie, but it was
hard to tell since we still had our underwear and overalls on.

"How long?" he asked, like he was reading my mind.

"Three and a half." I answered without thinking, and I blushed.

"Almost four," he said. He began to move his hand over his dick; then he
stroked it up and down.

I followed his lead.

We began to breathe deeply, each of us surrendering to that marvelous
feeling only boys can know, when their boysex begins to take priority in
their minds. My eyes were glued on Charlie's wonderful tool. It was a
naughty thing to think about, cocks. But this was a naughty thing to
do. Yet some how it was all right. We stroked, panted, and watched the
dicks in each other's hand.

I knew then what I'd not understood before. When a boy did what we were
doing, the tingling I'd come to love started and built into that mysterious
explosion I'd inadvertently caused in the woods that day. That was what we
were doing, Charlie and me. That was the "it" Charlie had been talking
about. Charlie did "it," too, and I found enormous relief in the knowledge
that my best friend did it, loved it, and thought it was all right. So, it
was all right for me, too.

And we were doing it together, me and Charlie.

My dick felt hotter than it ever had before. My legs weakened just a bit,
and I adjusted my stance so I wouldn't fall over. The more I pumped on my
dick, the better it felt. I wanted my hand to fly as fast as the steam
engines that we saw in the distance, as fast as the airplanes we sometimes
saw at the county fair, as fast as it took to get to that place where the
tingle grew and grew...

I watched Charlie's hand on his cock. It felt so... sexy to
watch. Yes. Naughty and sexy and all right, with Charlie.  His hand moving
so fast up and down his dick... The tingle... it was in Charlie, too. I
could tell by the rapid movement of his hand, by his panting, by the look
on his face.

And then, somewhere deep inside me, there was a tightening, a winding up,
something growing... I groaned, but it sounded like a whine. I couldn't
stop now. This wasn't a time to stop. This was a time to keep stroking, to
go faster, to... to... Something needed to happen. Like before. I needed
that feeling. I needed it so bad... What do I do? How do I do it? All I
could do was follow Charlie's lead and keep pumping...

And it burst inside me like the fireworks at the Fourth of July. I exploded
inside. My thighs quivered, and my arms shook as I continued the pumping. I
groaned, whined, again, overpowered by it... it... it!

It went away. I sat back onto the ground and looked at Charlie. He was in
the last seconds of... it. His face was contorted. It looked almost as
though he was in real pain. His knees were bent, and his hand was flying
over his cock so fast it was just a blur. His breath was a hiss between his
teeth. And then he stopped and heaved a long, long sigh.

He sat back onto the ground across from me.

"Aw, fuck," he said. "That was a good one."

"Fuck yeah," I said. The "F" word was absolutely forbidden. But Charlie had
said it as part of this fantastic thing we'd done together, so I could say
it, too.

Then he laughed. "So we'll do this some more, huh?"

"Fuck yeah," I grinned.

He had his cock in and was off before I even got up. Wow. This was
something I'd never forget, I knew. I leaned back and looked up at the sky
through the trees. My hand wandered down to my cock, and I began to play
with it again. It was hard. I wanted Charlie to come back so we could play
some more. But I needed to get home. Chores. I stuffed it back in and left.

That wonderful afternoon in the woods had answered so many questions for
me. It was sex, and sex with Charlie was simply stupendous!

But it had raised a lot of questions, too.

During lunch the next day, we ate off to the side of the playground; we
moved their together as if we both knew there were things to talk about no
one else should hear.

"You do it last night?" he grinned.

I nodded. Then I blushed again. I'd never admitted to anyone the naughty
things I did with my dick in bed at night. But this was Charlie.

"It was the first time I ever did it like that," I added. "I mean, I like
to get it hard. But last night I did it again, like in the woods. The
feeling..." I was at a loss for words then.

"The cum," he said, knowingly.

He saw my blank look, and then began my first session of sex education,
right there on the edge of the school playground, with all the kids playing
and Miss Sanders watching us with her hawk eyes.

He told me about the white stuff that shoots out when you get old
enough. He told me about girls and their pussies and how you put cock in
them and get babies to grow. He told me about jacking off just about
anywhere you want to, as long as nobody's looking, and having fun with your
dick. He told me that even before you could shoot the cum out, you could
get that great feeling, and that was a cum even though there wasn't any
white stuff yet. And I sat there with my eyes bugged out and my mouth
hanging open.

Miss Sanders probably though I was choking on my sandwich.

I guess we were both hard when we went back to our desks. Charlie tried
several times to get his hand in my overalls, but Miss Sanders was always
watching or there was somebody walking down the asile or something. I
stayed hard almost all afternoon, and it got really uncomfortable.

And then I got detention for not paying attention. I had been thinking that
Charlie and I would go out in the woods again and play with our dicks, but
he left and I stayed. He gave me a look that let me know he was sorry, too.

I finished my chores at home and went into one of the sheds behind the
house to jack off. Ma asked me why I was so red when I came in for supper;
I just told her I'd been moving firewood. I jacked off again in bed that
night. I was thinking about Charlie's cock, bigger than mine, wondering
what it would be like to touch him... I had to keep the pillow over my face
to keep from making noise when I did it... had my cum.

We had to be on our best behavior the next couple of days. Some lady who
was going to be a teacher came to watch, so there were two pairs of eyes
looking all over the room. Charlie and I went into the outhouse together
once, and I think we would probably have done it there, but one of the
little kids needed in to take a shit.

But on Saturday I finished my chores as fast as I could and went out across
the woods to find Charlie. He was at the pump washing up from his
chores. He didn't have a shirt on, and the straps to his overalls were
hanging down, so he was naked down to the waist. I'd seen him without his
shirt before, but this was different.

Why? Well, because... I guess, because I'd seen the part of him that
another boy doesn't usually see.  The bottom part.  Besides, Charlie always
looked good to me. That sounds like a funny thing to say. What I mean is, I
like looking at his shoulders and chest and back. We played like that
sometimes, but this was different... His nipples were hard from that cold
water...  And then, I'd already seen down there, where his legs meet, where
his dick...

He grinned and yelled at me when I walked into the yard. We both got a
drink of water and sat down. He didn't bother to put the straps of his
overalls up, and it felt... funny sitting there so close, with his bare
shoulder almost touching... well, our shoulders did touch once...

"Come on, let's get sandwiches and eat out in the woods," he called on the
way into the house.

We had this spot in the woods we'd always liked. Well, he'd played there
when he was really little and before we'd moved there. It had two logs that
had fallen together, and some other limbs had fallen on them. Stuff had
grown up around it all, and it was sort of a little corner of woods where
you couldn't be seen very easily. I guess we thought of it as a kind of
"room" that was just for us.

We ate our sandwiches and talked about the baseball teams that had been
formed at school. We were going to have a kind of school tournament. The
older boys would beat the shit out of us, but it would be fun anyway.

Charlie finished his sandwich and leaned back against an old stump we'd
moved into our "room." His hand wandered down to his crotch, and I couldn't
keep from grinning. I'd been hoping for this.

"Had you ever done it with anybody else before?" he asked. "Jack off?"

"No," I said. "I didn't... I mean, I didn't have anybody else."

"Then let's be jack off buddies, okay, Chuck?"

"Oh, yeah!" I wasn't sure what all that meant, but if it meant more jacking
off -- and with Charlie! -- I was all for it."

He motioned for me to sit down next to him. "Let's do it for each other,
Chuck."

Did that mean...? I sat down next to him. He reached over for my crotch and
gave me a squeeze. I giggled. This was going to be fun.

"Let's shuck these overalls," he said. He'd left the straps down, and he
pulled them all the way off, down and over his ankles.

Shit.

He was almost naked.

I had a shirt on, and it took me a minute to unfasten the straps of my
overalls and get my shirt off. It felt funny being shirtless like that. I
don't know why, because when we were younger we'd played a lot without our
shirts in the summertime. But we weren't little kids anymore. And with
Charlie almost naked already... But I finally got my overalls off, too.

Charlie leaned back and sighed as he toyed with his cock through his
underpants. "Fuck, I love jacking off, Chuck," he said. "It's so great to
cum. It's going to be more fun with you."

I'd started stroking my crotch, too, and I was so hard. Looking at him, and
knowing he wanted in my pants as much as I wanted in his... It was naughty,
and probably a bad thing to do, but at the moment I didn't give a shit. Was
he going to touch me or not?  What was he waiting for?

He leaned down and pulled his underwear completely off. Just like
that. Just like that, and he was fully naked. And there he was. I let my
eyes fall from his shoulder to his chest to his belly to his... cock. It
was hard. Deep pink. Four inches, pointing up from the smoothness of the
skin around it. Beneath it I could see the mound holding his balls...

"You, too," he nudged me. I'd fallen into some kind of trance!

My underwear off, too, I leaned back next to him, and we each took our cock
in our hand and began to stroke slowly. I would follow his lead and do it
the way he did. The sun filtered through the leaves above us, dappling two
naked boys playing with themselves, displaying the casual horniness all
boys know and some actually experience with their friends. Two young
bodies, legs splayed, cocks hard in eager young hands... I was lost in the
wonder of sex with my best friend.

Then I started when I felt his hand on my cock.

"Let's do each other," he said. Charlie's voice was somehow deeper.

I let go of my cock and felt that unbelievably exqusite moment when a boy's
sex is in the hands of someone else for the first time in his life. The
pleasure that surged through me was so great, I almost wilted back into the
log behind me. The warmth of his hand was electrifying. He stroked slowly
up and down, and I know I whimpered softly.

His fingers were warm on my dick, and I felt every little movement as his
fingertips slid up and down, as he pressed into my little shaft, as a
finger moved to my hard cockhead... His hand was soft against my hardness,
and I breathed deeply and loudly as I watched his fingers work my cock
again and again...

"Do me," he whispered.

I'd been lost in that wonderland of boysex so much I'd forgotten that I was
supposed to do the same thing for him. Touch him! Hold him! I reached
tentatively, then eagerly, for his hard cock. I closed my hand around the
hottest, most exciting thing I'd ever touched in my life. His dick.
Cock. My best friend's beautiful cock! I stroked him.

He wasn't like me. He wasn't warm; he was hot. It felt like I'd just
grabbed a stick out of a fire; my cool fingers closed around the most
wondrous thing I'd ever held -- my friend Charlie's cock. I was in awe of
my own daring, touching this forbidden boy-thing. But I was more in awe of
Charlie and the part of his hot flesh in my hand.

"Slow," Charlie instructed. "Let's keep it slow for a while. Make it
last..." His voice wandered away in a dream...

Then he raised his arm and put it around my shoulder.  We shifted a bit
until our thighs were resting against each other.  Without thinking, I lay
my head against him. My cheek was against his shoulder. He was warm; his
skin was soft and smooth. He smelled so sweet, so tart, so warm, so hot...

We sat, one boy with his arm around the other, sharing a closeness and
intimacy that came so naturally and unself-consciously to us, and we slowly
stroked. I watched his hand move over my cock. I watched his cock move
through my hand.

I wanted to keep it slow, too. I wanted to sit like this, my face and body
against his nakedness, our hands pleasuring each other's sex... I wanted it
to last forever... me and Charlie...

It was simply impossible to keep it slow. Charlie began to pant a bit, and
he began to push his cock through my fingers a little faster. Then the
urgency moved inside me, and I needed to move faster, too.

I saw us, for just a moment, as though I were a bird high in those trees:
two naked boys, their legs splayed apart and against each other, their
bellies rising and falling with their rasping breath, their hands
pleasuring each other...

And then I groaned loudly. Oh, Charlie, more, do it more do it fast don't
stop don't ever ever stop make me do it oh charlie o yessssss

Did I say it aloud?

And then I came. My belly heaved so hard I grunted as I sat partially up;
then I fell back against his shoulder as the second wave of pleasure surged
through me. My thighs shook wildly, and Charlie kept stroking until the
cries I finally heard weakened. It was the most powerful thing that had
ever hit me.

"Fast." I heard him whisper down into my ear.

I remembered I was supposed to be jacking him, too, so somehow I found the
strength to stroke him faster. With my ear now against the side of his
chest, I heard the grunts deep inside him before they escaped his lips. He
shoved his cock into my fist, froze a moment, and then groaned loudly.
Another grunt; another groan. I felt his body sink back against the log
when his cum was through.

Our hands fell away from our cocks but remained on each other's thigh.

This was a new world. This was the most wonderful world in the entire
universe. Sex. Best of all, jacking off with my best friend, sharing that
feeling, the sex of one boy in the hands of the other...

Could anything at all be better than jacking off with Charlie?