Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2010 16:31:00 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE ADVENTURES OF CHUCK AND CHARLIE - Chapter 4

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 4



I was a pretty good student, and I usually finished my homework pretty
quickly. But when I was doing my homework in my room, it was just too easy
to lie back on the bed and get myself all sexed up. I'd think about all the
boys at school and what they might look like naked. I imagined some of them
jacking off. And who was able to cum? And when would I be able?

But most of all -- and when I went to bed at night, too -- I'd think about
Charlie. What made Charlie so special? And I didn't even try to deny in my
own mind that Charlie was, indeed, very special. Was it that we had jacked
off, even jacked each other off? Of course, yes. And we had done that in
the woods -- jacking each other off -- several times since that first
time. We didn't usually get naked, but it was always a thrill. But that
wasn't all there was to the fact that Charlie was special.

Sexing up with Charlie was special because he was my friend. I liked him
very much. It even scared me a little just how much I liked him. I could
talk to him. I could ask him questions. And he'd always take me
seriously. I knew he'd never laugh at me or think I was stupid or just some
"town kid" who didn't know anything. He was always nice to me.

When we got closer to Christmas, our class was supposed to do something for
the school program, and Charlie and I were supposed to memorize a long
poem. He was supposed to recite one verse, then me the next, and so
on. Miss Sanders chose us to do it because she hated us, I think. So we
hated her back. But we still had to memorize the poem.

The weekend before the program we still had lots left to learn. Charlie
asked me if I could sleep over at his house so we'd have lots of time to
memorize and kind of test each other. Thank goodness my Ma said it was
okay. Spending the whole night with Charlie was all I could think about for
days. We'd meet to jack off in the woods -- even though it was getting
colder -- and he'd said it would be lots more fun in bed.

In bed with Charlie! Would we be naked? Well, of course we would! Wouldn't
we?

Well, that night we started working on the poem in his kitchen. We worked
hard, too. We got a lot done. But I could tell Charlie was eager to get to
bed. And so was I! We went out to the shithouse together and peed holding
each other's dick. His bedroom was upstairs. Since I'd been in it before, I
knew he had a double bed. Boy, did I dream about that ahead of time!

We agreed to sleep naked, of course. It was cold up there, and there was
barely any light except for the moon coming in the window. We pulled up the
big covers, and right away we got close and got our arms around each
other. It felt wonderful being close to Charlie that way. I could feel his
hard cock pushing at me.  He was so warm!  Of course, I was hard, too.  My
dick was hard before I even climbed into the bed!

We didn't even say anything; we just started humping into each other, like
we'd both been daydreaming about it. It was so hot, feeling two hard cocks
between us and all of Charlie's warm skin against me. We grunted softly now
and then. I could feel his chest against mine, and when we wiggled back and
forth a little I think our nipples rubbed against each other. I felt it
begin to build inside me, the feeling making me move faster and desperately
against Charlie. We humped until we both had a good cum, and then we lay
back.

After a while I felt him turn on his side a little, and I could see his arm
move. He started fingering one of my nipples. I sucked in my breath. It
made me so horny!

"You ever play with them when you jack off?" he whispered.

"Naw... I didn't know it could feel so good." I sighed. He was rubbing his
finger around one and sort of flicking it with his fingernail.

"Lots of stuff feels good besides jacking off," he said.

I didn't say anything, because I think that meant he had something in
mind. Whatever it was, I knew it would be good. Charlie always got me all
sexed up!

But he just kept rubbing a nipple, and then his hand started rubbing my
chest and belly. I sighed again. He's so warm. He lay his head on my chest
and fingered my belly button a minute, then he moved his hand down to my
cock.

I put my arm around his shoulders. His skin is soft and smooth. He moved my
cock aside -- I wasn't all the way hard yet -- and moved his fingers down
to my balls. I opened my legs a little more. That was so good. I could feel
him move one ball around, then the other. I knew his balls were bigger than
mine, but I hoped he liked mine. I'd played with his once, and the skin was
so smooth. Maybe I'd get to play with them again tonight.

He started to toy with my cock a little. I felt so relaxed and happy with
his head on my chest and his hand on my sex. Nothing was better than being
with Charlie! I moved my hand down a little and stroked his back.

My cock started to respond to him and stiffen. He moved to sit up on one
elbow.

"Sometime I want to see it close up when it's light," he muttered. "You got
a nice cock."

He was stroking it slowly as it hardened for him, and I whimpered a little
when I felt his thumb on my cockhead. He'd told me that was the place where
the best feeling was, and he was right. He rubbed it just underneath my
cockhead, and my cock lurched in his hand.  I moaned because it felt so
good.

I closed my eyes and imagined I could see his hand on my cock. It was like
I could see it all in my mind. Charlie's fingers around my shaft, holding
it lightly. His thumb on the top of my shaft, moving now and then to the
soft skin covering my hard cockhead. Touching my peehole. Moving to the
underside...

I jumped when something different touched me... Something I'd never
felt... wet? What? I raised up and gasped. Charlie had licked my cockhead.

Oh, fuck. He licked it again. Licking my cockhead... licking? What?

Oh, fuck, he licked it again. I could barely see him in the darkness, but
then he opened his mouth and put my cockhead inside.

The heat! Oh my god the wetness the heat oh my god... I gasped loudly. My
cock had never ever felt like that! Soooooooo wet! Oh Charlie. I could feel
his tongue! His tongue all over my cockhead.  Sooooooo hot against his
tongue!

And I could feel him begin to suck on me.

Suck my cock

Oh Charlie

oh my god

suck my cock my charlie oh my god yesssssssss...

I moaned.

Charlie raised up enough to remind me to keep quiet. I bit my lip as he
lowered his mouth on me again. His tongue was like a rough washcloth all
over my cockhead, the topside, my peehole, the underside where the little
string of skin is oh my god charlie...  When his tongue went down to the
base of my dick and then licked all the way up to the tip, I shivered all
over.  Oh Charlie yes it's o charlie ooooo...

I felt his lips tighten around my cockhead, and he began to suck a little
harder.

"Noooooo charlie you gotta stop oh my god charlie..."

"Am I hurting you?" I heard his whisper.

"Oh no no no... But I can't take it, it's just too... so good..."

"As long as it's good," he said. I couldn't see his grin, but I knew it was
there.

He sucked my cockhead back into his mouth again. Then he pulled it out and
licked all around it and all around my shaft, all the way down. He
stopped. Was that... had he kissed my cockhead? He licked me again, but
more slowly.

When he finally dropped my cock, it throbbed and lurched, like it was
disappointed that it was being left behind. Charlie lay back next to me,
and for a minute he didn't say anything.

"Why..." I started. "Why did you do that?"

"Wanted to. Just wanted to." He was speaking very quietly.

Then he would want me to do it to him, wouldn't he? But what would it taste
like? Where a boy pees? But this was Charlie, and I wanted to please him.

I pulled myself up and leaned in toward his middle. I found his hard cock
and held it. Could I do it? Could I actually put a boy's cock -- Charlie's
cock -- into my mouth? I took one lick at the end of it. It didn't taste
bad. It was warm, really warm. I licked again and heard Charlie moan. The
skin was soft and smooth against my tongue, but I could feel the hardness
of the cockhead beneath the skin.

I licked the tip again, and then, holding it with my hand, I ran my tongue
all around it. If I hadn't known how it felt myself, I would have sworn
that Charlie was moaning because something hurt bad. I licked him again and
again, and the more I licked him, the more I liked it. The more I licked
him, the more I wanted it. The more I licked him, the hornier I got.  I
loved licking him!

And without even thinking about it, I put his cockhead into my mouth and
sucked.

"Gaaaaaaaaa..." Charlie gasped.

I held him, and I sucked on him, and I loved it. Naughty, maybe nasty, bad
-- but, oh, so good! Sucking a cock -- a thing I'd never even imagined was
possible! I sucked like I was sucking on a piece of ice in the middle of a
hot summer day. Only what I was sucking on was hot -- wet, soft, hard, so
sexy, I loved it, my Charlie's cock eating it sucking my Charlie's cock
loving it...

And I felt his hands on my head, moving me away from him.

"Wait..." His voice was raspy. "Can't take any more yet..."

How long had I been sucking on him?

"Just a minute..." He fell back onto the bed. I lay my head on his thigh. I
wasn't going to get very far from this cock! I could smell him, and it was
such a good smell. The smell of a boy all sexed up, a boy whose cock needed
sucking! I licked at it -- just a little lick -- and Charlie groaned.

But he got back into it pretty quick. He wanted to suck me some more, and I
was only too ready to let him. We took turns for a while, sucking and
licking. I decided that a cock is a wonderful thing in a boy's mouth. It's
alive and pulsing. It's the most sexy thing in the world, to suck a boy's
cock. I hadn't even heard the word "cocksucker" in my entire life, but
that's what I was at that moment. For Charile, I was a cocksucker.  I was
his cocksucker.

We paused finally to just lay back and rest a little. My shoulder was
getting tired. He giggled and said his cock was getting tired.

"Charlie," I asked, "what the hell made you think of that?"

"The other day, out in the barn. We were jacking off up in the hayloft, and
I was on the floor looking up at your cock. I just wondered... well, I just
wondered what it would taste like. Is that crazy? I almost did it then."

"And I would have fallen out of the loft and broken my fucking neck if you
had," I grinned.

"That's why we keep straw on the ground," he shot back.

"For all those boys whose dicks you suck up there?" I grinned. I slapped at
his butt.

"No," he laughed. "But it's a thought."

"Fuck. Wouldn't that be something?" I wondered aloud.

"What?"

"Getting some boys up there, and sucking lots of cock." I was surprised at
my own imagination!

"You're shitting me!" He laughed. "So, who would you want to get up there?"

I suggested one of the seventh graders, and he suggested another one. We
traded a few names back and forth, giggling, and then we moved to the
eighth grade.

"Jack. I bet he's already got hair down there," Charlie said.

"Phuuuh!" I spat out. "I'm not sucking hair!"

"When I get hair, will you still suck mine?" he asked.

We were both quiet then. That meant we'd be doing this again. Well, of
course we would! Fuck! Sucking cock was too good to just do it once!

How old do you have to be to get hair? Is that when you started to cum?
Would Charlie actually shoot the cum before I did? Would it make you sick
if you got it in your mouth? My sex education was still lacking.

I forgot all our speculation because I got hungry for Charlie again. I
loved sucking his cock. So I moved down again. I scooted under the covers
and was completely covered up when I got to his middle. It was so dark I
couldn't see a thing, but I could feel his skin all around me. When I
licked, I touched smooth skin, and I decided it was the inside of his
thigh. That was all right. He tasted good there, too. I licked up until I
felt one of his balls against my tongue. I knew enough to be careful
there. I felt his legs spread wider. He loved my mouth there as much as I
love having it there!

His cock was hard and hot when my tongue finally found it. I moved a little
too quickly, and I got more in my mouth than just his cockhead, maybe an
inch of his shaft. That was all right. I could feel his cockhead at the
back of my mouth, and that just turned me on more.

I moved one hand up so I could play with his balls at the same time.

I sucked slowly, and little by little I worked some more of his four inches
into my mouth. Wouldn't it be great if I could get the whole thing in? But
I couldn't manage that. I kept my tongue busy, rolling around his cockhead,
tasting him all over. Now and then I'd pull away enough to lick my tongue
over his pee hole. I could hear him moaning, especially when I did that.

At some point I realized there was something different about his movements
and his sounds. I'd gotten so deep into eating his cock, I'd completely
forgotten that a guy needs to cum eventually. Could I make him do it while
he was in my mouth? I didn't know, but I decided to try. I began to suck
him a little harder, pulling my head up a little.

He was moaning something, some words, but I couldn't understand him. His
voice was muffled, like he was moaning into the pillow or the covers -- or
both. But he was thrashing around against me just like he did when he was
in my hand and he was about to do it.

He made a noise that sounded a little like he was choking, and then he just
stopped for a second. I kept sucking, though, because I knew what was
happening. Then he shoved his dick at me, and I sucked fast. I felt it
jumping and jerking around in my mouth. I was making him cum! I sucked
while he wiggled and moved around against me, and I didn't stop sucking
until I felt him go limp.

I hated to let go of it. I really did. I loved his cock in my mouth.

But I dropped it and slid up next to him. He was breathing heavily. It was
a few minutes before I could make out his words.

"Oh shit... oh shit... oh shit... oh shit..."

I grinned to myself. I'd done that. I'd made Charlie cum so good he could
hardly talk! I'd done that for my best friend. And I'd loved it.

I didn't even realize we'd fallen asleep.

Or at least I had.

I opened my eyes and heard a moan. It was me. Charlie was sucking on me
again. I groaned as I spread my legs wide and looked down. The moon was
completely gone, and I could hardly see him. But I could sure feel him. His
tongue was moving fast all around my cock. My cockhead felt so hot when he
raked his tongue over it. I groaned again.

I grabbed a pillow and stuffed the corner in my mouth.

Oh god charlie suck me it's so good charlie...

I knew his tongue was lapping across my peelips. I could feel it when he
licked right under my cockhead. The suction pulled my whole cockhead in
deeper before he released it and let it pull away a little. He sucked me in
again. He let my cockhead fall away as he rolled his tongue all over my
shaft. Not like his. Thinner. Only three inches without the cockhead. He
licked and sucked on it and then sucked my cockhead in again. The wetness
of the inside of his cheeks... his tongue lapping at me...

I was almost sore. But I knew I couldn't stop him, didn't want to stop him,
wanted that release that my gut was demanding. Oh charlie suck me and make
me do it for you in your hot mouth charlie oh god yes charlie...

I pressed at him as I felt it build inside as he started to go up and down
on me fast. I exploded and shoved the pillow into my mouth with my fist to
keep from screaming the most extreme pleasure I'd yet known in all my
eleven years. I bucked under him again and again.

Oh charlie oh charlie oooo charlie you

are

so

good

I love you, Charlie Collins.