Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2010 07:20:26 -0400
From: Bryce Writer <brycewriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Charles and I

The events depicted in this story are based upon a fictional accounting of a
true friendship between two boys from back in the late 1970's.  I guess that
means that some of the story is true, some embellished, and some downright
made-up.  It details a consensual sexual relationship between two underage
boys.  If that type of story offends you, stop reading now.



This is an aside to my "Bryce" stories ("Bryce and Daniel" here on Nifty and
"Bryce's Unnatural Life" on ASSTR) and also the "Kyle's Foster Home
Experiences" that is also posted here on Nifty.  I hadn't intended on
writing this one, but was reminiscing about Charles this past week,
wondering how he was doing, and decided to put some of our fun down in a
quick story.  I am not so certain that it will have a second part, although
I have a few ideas that might lead into one if I can find the time.



In the meantime, I hope you enjoy.  Your feedback and comments are always
appreciated at brycewriter@gmail.com


Charles and I
b/b Oral/Anal



Charles was a boy who lived in the same neighborhood as me when we were
growing up.  He was a year younger than me, but we would see each other
often and attended the same church, so we also had interaction during the
"youth group" activities there.  At the time of this story, Charles was
around 11 years old and I would have been twelve.



Charles lived with his divorced mom.  I never met his father, who lived in a
different part of the state.  Charles rarely mentioned him so I don't
believe they had much interaction, if ever.  His mom was uneducated and,
although she worked, didn't make much money, so they really didn't have much
to speak of other than a house that they rented and an old car.  In the
summertime, his mom at work during the day, Charles would be home alone and
I would often stop by his house to play.



I can't really recall how it started, maybe it had something to do with me
being older and Charles not having a father around, but we would play a game
in which I was the "dad" and Charles was my "son".  It was all pretty tame
initially, me acting the role of the parent and Charles complying as an
obedient boy.



One of the things Charles really liked during the game was when his "daddy"
would give him kisses.  These also started out relatively innocent enough,
giving each other little pecks on the cheek.  But soon enough, they led to
cuddling and nuzzling, and even a few close-mouthed kisses, something that
excited me a lot.



I knew about the fun that two boys could have together, having messed around
sexually with my cousin from time to time in the past, something that had
included performing mutual oral on each other.  But he lived in another town
and we didn't see each other much.  And while I hadn't really initially
thought about similar activities with Charles, the kissing and cuddling were
starting to excite me sexually.  I just wasn't sure if Charles felt the same
way, and if so, how to move to the next level.



The answer came along one day while we were horsing around in his bedroom.  We
were both wearing just a pair of shorts, no shirts or shoes (heck it was
summertime in Florida).  Charles had a very large closet in his bedroom with
doors that opened so wide that it almost made it an extension of the
bedroom.  I can't remember how or why we ended up in the closet, with the
doors wide open, but we did.  Charles was pressed with his back against some
clothes hanging on the rod and I had leaned in to give him a "daddy" kiss.  I
was particularly aroused on this date, my little stiff cock pressing tight
against my underpants and as I brushed against him, the feelings of my
stiffness pressed against his groin sent shivers down my spine.



"Do you love daddy?" I asked with a giggle as I pulled away from Charles'
lips.  "Uh huh" he responded and I moved in for a second kiss, grinding my
hips into his and opening my mouth a little to allow my tongue to travel
across his lips.  Charles had a questioning look in his eyes as I pushed my
mouth tight against his and grabbed his head in my hands.  I was as stiff as
could be as my hips bumped against his groin and I pushed a little harder
with my tongue, squeezing in between his lips and feeling the wetness of the
inside of his mouth.



After a few exploratory jabs of my tongue, I pulled back and Charles reached
up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  He shifted a little
uncertainly but didn't say anything as I stood there watching him.  "You
know" I said after a few seconds, "As your daddy I need to make sure that
you are keeping yourself clean.  When was the last time you took a bath?" I
asked.  "Last night" Charles replied almost immediately.  "Well you should
be clean then right?" I asked, and he nodded.  "OK, good boy, but daddy
needs to check to make sure ok?" I said and he nodded again.



Charles was an average looking 11 year old.  Not too skinny, but no fat at
all.  He had brown hair that was cut above the ear, and big brown eyes to
match.  Living in Florida, he had a decent tan that covered everything that
a bathing suit didn't.  He had no body hair to speak of, a very smooth and
mostly lean boy.  As for me, I was also brown haired and slender build.  I
was better looking than Charles, but mostly average as well.  My cock was a
solid 4 inches when erect, and I was able to have wet orgasms, but was still
without body hair myself.



I released my grip on Charles' head and leaned down and sniffed at his neck.
"Smells clean here" I announced as I gave it a kiss and then a little lick.
Charles giggled a little as I ran my hands over his chest and belly, and
moved my mouth down to his little brown nipples.  "These smell clean too" I
said and licked at the one on his right.  Moving to the one on the left, I
sucked it just a second.  Charles had stopped giggling and let out a low
"Ohhh" as I did so.  I moved my face to his left armpit and stopped.  "I bet
this smells here" I said with a smile and Charles lifted his arm a little to
give me access.  I gave it a healthy sniff and announced that it "smells
pretty clean" and gave it a few licks as well.



Charles gave out a laugh and immediately dropped his arm, almost trapping my
face in his creamy smooth little pit.  Moving my face to the right side, I
repeated the sniff and lick test, this time holding his arm up with my hands
to prevent a repeat of the other side.  After an initial giggle again as I
licked up and down the baby smooth flesh, Charles fell silent again and I
gave him a few kisses there and then started kissing my way down his chest
and to his belly.  As I reached the waistband of his shorts, now on my
knees, I reached behind and grabbed one of his butt cheeks with one hand as
I brought the other hand up one of his legs and traced it over a very
pronounced lump in the front of his shorts.



There was absolutely no denying what the lump was.  Charles was at least as
stiff as I was and, given to the lack of any protest about what was going
on, I assumed that he was sexually excited about what I was doing to him.  I
had thought abut continuing down and doing his legs and feet before trying
to get his shorts down (I really wanted to get a chance to lick his toes)
but at this point, had all the self control of a horny 12 year old and
decided not to delay things any further.



"I need to make sure that you are clean everywhere, ok?" I asked, looking up
at Charles who was staring right back down at me.  He was biting his upper
lip in anticipation and just gave me a little nod as I moved my hands to
either side of his blue shorts and began to tug them down.  Charles was
wearing a pair of very tight snow white underpants under his shorts.  So
tight that the stiffness of his cock was stretching the cotton fabric almost
to the breaking point.  And when I tugged those down as well, his little
penis popped straight up, stiff as a nail and a beautiful sight.  Not much
smaller than my own, his cock was as thick at the base as it was at the
purple head.  Just one stiff tube of sweet boy flesh.



"Sorry" Charles stammered, "sometimes it gets stiff like that."  "Don't
worry son, it looks beautiful" I whispered as I leaned in and put my nose in
the crease of his groin.  I gave the smooth flesh of his thigh a little kiss
as I took a deep sniff.  "It smells a little like pee down here" I announced
(it did smell a little like pee but it also smelled really, really good to
me) "I think I need to clean you up a little.  Stay still."



Well, as I went to work licking all wound his smooth little groin, Charles
did anything BUT stand still.  He squirmed and shifted and danced back and
forth "oohing" and "ahhing" the entire time.  I didn't care in the least.  I
worked my lips and tongue back and forth across his groin, licking and
sucking at his little balls, bouncing back and forth in their sack, tasting
the salty sweetness that only a little boy's groin can produce.  And after
sufficiently bathing his hairlessness, I licked my way up to the tip of his
stiff cock, opened my mouth and plunged down to the root.



Now I told you that I had sucked my cousin before.  But he was only eight
and his cock, although quite stiff as I suctioned the little morsel, was
still just a couple inches long.  This cock of Charles' was double that in
size and was the perfect fit for my mouth.  As my lips hit the bottom, the
head hit the back of my mouth.  Swirling my tongue around the slender tube,
I immediately began bobbing up and down, sucking the little stiffness with
all my might.



The other thing about my cousin was that, at 8, he couldn't produce any cum.
Yes, he certainly would squeal his way through a dry orgasm, but no juice
ever came out.  And right up until the fourth or fifth bob of my head, I
guess that was what I had expected of Charles.  I had tasted some of my own
cum before (Mark wasn't too keen on it and would usually spit me out as soon
as I started spurting and I would lick it off his face and chest) so I knew
as soon as he unloaded that Charles was cumming in my mouth.  It was a sweet
and salty, runny textured wetness that accompanied a very vocal groan that
Charles belted out.  My hands, which were wrapped tightly around Charles and
gripping his soft, smooth butt cheeks, could actually feel each pulse of his
orgasm as he squeezed his ass muscles in time with each wet spurt.



As the pulses finished, I swallowed down his runny discharge and pulled my
face away from his groin.  I looked up at Charles, who was breathing heavily
and had his eyes closed.  His penis was shriveling down to its flaccid
state, still wet with my spittle.  I leaned in and took a little lick at the
tip, catching one last drop of his cum as he opened his eyes and looked down
at me.  "I have to sit down" he said and I noticed that his legs were
trembling a little.



I stood up and we walked from the closet out into the bedroom.  Charles, his
shorts and underwear still laying on he closet floor sat on the bed and laid
back, his chest still heaving.  I got on the bed with him and gave him a
kiss on the mouth.  This time he opened his lips right away and when I
pushed my tongue inside, he responded by swirling his own across my lips and
into my mouth.  We kissed for a few moments before I pulled away.  "I need
to finish checking you" I said.  He smiled and nodded, his eyes closed and
his breathing seemed to return to normal.  "I want to do your back so you
need to roll over" I whispered in his ear.  Again he nodded and rolled onto
his stomach.



There was nothing especially remarkable about Charles' backside other than
it was laying naked before me.  His back and legs were as tanned as his
chest, and his butt cheeks, two smooth globes of flesh, were a sharp white
contrast to the rest of his skin.  His butt cheeks made a perfect line down
the middle, effectively hiding the little treasure inside from casual view.



I made quick work of kissing my way down his back, and then gave little
pecks and tentative licks across each of his butt cheeks.  But my real
interest was with what was inside those globes.  And while I wasn't
especially keen on kissing or licking him there (I had licked my cousin's
butthole one time on a dare, but it was right after his bath) I did have a
very strong desire to sink my own stiffness into that hidden valley.  I had
read a sex story about butt fucking, but could never convince my cousin to
try it.  Today was a different story.



As I narrowed in on the middle section of his bottom, Charles shifted a
little, actually lifting his bottom slightly and causing the cheeks to
spread just a little.  I pushed my nose into the little cleft and took a
sniff.  It certainly did smell like a butthole, although, admittedly, it was
not an overpowering odor.  Just a slight hint of poopy smell that, I assume
because of my aroused state, did not turn me off, but did manage to excite
me a little more so.



I pulled the soft mounds of flesh apart and peered inside.  It looked clean.
The little swirl of pink flesh was tightly closed and there were no signs of
any offense "leftovers" and didn't look any different than my cousin's
butthole had.  I pushed the tip of my nose against the tight swirl and gave
a sniff.  As my nose made contact, Charles let loose with a little groan
that seemed to be muffled by his face being crammed into a pillow.



The slight odor I had detected before was just as slight now and I pushed my
mouth against the hole and gave it a little kiss.  Charles twitched a little
causing his hole to constrict just a bit, but when he relaxed it did so
also.  I gave it a second kiss and he didn't move that time, so I stuck out
my tongue and started licking.



I hadn't really intended on licking Charles' butthole.  In fact, up until
the moment I started swabbing my tongue across the little pink ring of anal
flesh, I would never have imagined that I would have done such a thing.  I
knew full well what buttholes were all about, this was the place that people
took a shit out of.  But, other than the slight poopy smell I described
earlier, there didn't appear to be any "shit" here now, and the taste of the
skin wasn't much different than when I had been licking on other parts of
Charles' body.  Plus, each swipe of my tongue seemed to loosen Charles'
tensing in his butt area a little more each time.  By the time that I had
lapped away perhaps ten or twelve times, he seemed pretty loose, and there
was plenty of my saliva in place for what I had planned next.



I pulled my face from between Charles' butt cheeks and quickly slid my own
shorts and underpants down and off.  I positioned myself with a knee on
either side of Charles' hips and leaned my face down to his ear.  "You are
pretty clean back there, but I need to get inside to check the rest" I
whispered.  Charles nodded silently, his face still pushed somewhat into the
pillow, as I used my hands to pry apart his smooth butt cheeks.  I shifted
my hips a little and brought my stiff cock between his soft mounds, guiding
and pushing more from instinct than from sight.



As I felt the tip of my cock press against the center of his asshole, I
pushed my face back against Charles' ear and licked gently across it as I
slowly lowered my hips and felt the head of my penis dip into the warm
confines of his rectum.  Charles gave a little jerk of his hips as I began
to sink in, and he let loose with a very muffled moan.   After the first
inch or two had slipped in, I felt a little resistance and had to push a
little harder.  Charles moaned again and lifted his butt a little, allowing
the remaining several inches inside.



I had done it!  I was fully embedded into Charles' warm, tight rectum.  It
was an amazing feeling, like a hot glove had been pulled onto my cock and my
penis tingled from the new sensations dancing through it.  I was kissing
Charles' fleshy neck now as I raised my hips and felt the tight flesh of his
rectum tugging on my stiffness.  Plunging back inside, Charles let out an
"ooof" sound as my hips collided with his backside and pushed him flush into
the bed.  I then began a thrusting motion, sliding my cock in and out,
Charles and I connected at his backend.



I guess the minute or so I actually lasted isn't much to brag about, but it
was the hottest 60 seconds of my short life.  Flesh smacking flesh, Charles
moaning with each thrust, my own balls churning as they prepared to deliver
a fresh load of my life producing sperms right into Charles' backside.  My
thrusts quickly became erratic and, much too quickly for my liking, I
started cumming.  The first spurt only intensified things as it served to
lubricate my subsequent thrusts, actually fucking into my own cum.  I cried
out during the second and third spurts and by the fourth volley, Charles was
crying out as I pushed myself as tight into his bottom as I could stand and
started wiggling my slender hips, hoping against hope that I could prolong
the wondrous sensations of pumping my seed into my "son's" bottom hole.



When there was nothing more to give, I collapsed onto Charles' back and my
rapidly deflating cock quickly slipped from the tight little butt oven.  It
was my turn to pant now as I struggled to catch my breath.  When I had done
so, I rolled off of Charles onto my back.  He turned to face me and, with a
big smile asked "Was I clean inside daddy?"



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