Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2016 17:41:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: Robin Buckman <pink_pantyboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Charlie - TG story

 © 2013 Charlie by Pink Pantyboy
pink_pantyboy@yahoo.com

This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places,
events and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or
used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or
dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Note: The story is intended for adult reading only.  It contains graphic
sexual scenes that include rough, intense male/male oral and anal
intercourse with domination, humiliation, and punishment of the main
character. This story is intended for adult reading only and contains
graphic sexual scenes. Underage reading of this material is strictly
forbidden by the author, and by legal status.


Charlie

By

Pink Pantyboy


I froze in shock, not wanting to believe what I was seeing.  This had to be
some sort of sick, stupid joke my best friend was playing on me.  I pulled
my eyes away from his chest and looked him in the eyes, seeing tears and
shame on his face.  Anger surged through me like a bolt of lightning,
feeling betrayed and a little stupid.  I couldn't help myself, I sat back
and slapped him across the face, first one way, and then the other, hard,
seeing him start to cry.  That made me even angrier.

"Stop crying you stupid fucking idiot!"  I yelled as he crossed his arms
over his face to hide his tears and protect his face.  I pulled his arms
away and slapped him across the face again.  That, of course, only made him
cry harder.

Jumping up I stormed back and forth across the living room, my anger
building every time I turned and looked at him lying on the floor.
Clenching and unclenching my fists, I resisted the urge to go over and beat
the living crap out of him.  He was my best friend damn it... no, my only
real friend in the world, and has been since high school.  How could he do
this to me?  Me, the guy who protected him from the bullies who picked on
him all through high school and college.

When we were younger, I'd even taken a few beating from bigger, older guys
for him until I learned to defend myself... well, Charlie, and myself.
Shit, I'd done his damn homework for him, wiped his snotty nose, helped him
train so he could make the swim team, and even dried his tears a few times
when someone said something nasty to him when he lost a race. As I turned
back again, Charlie got to his feet, pulling his shirt around his body as
he went and sat on the edge of the couch, seeming to curl in on himself,
head hanging.  I walked over and stood in front of him, still clenching and
unclenching my fists.  Charlie looked up at me, tears running down his
face, fear in his eyes seeing my clenched fist.

"Please don't be mad at me..."  He sobbed, shaking his head.

"Shut up!  I don't want to hear it."  Which was a lie?  I did want to hear
it.  I wanted him to explain to me why my best friend for as long as I
could remember betraying me like this.  It didn't make sense.

I raised my hand to slap him again, seeing him cringe as he had when his
Dad slapped him.  That stopped me.  I hated it when I saw his Dad did that,
wanting to go over and beat the crap out of him, not that I could, seeing
His Dad was over six feet tall and weighed three hundred pounds at the
time.  I lowered my hand, suddenly deflating, my anger turning to something
else.

"Why?"  Was the only thing I could think of to say.  He shrugged.  I let
out a snarl of anger, feeling frustrated, and something I couldn't even
name.  Scooping the wine glass off the office table, I chugged half a glass
of red wine thinking it would cool me down.  It didn't.

"We were friends, Charlie... best friends.  After college, I thought we had
a marvelous thing going for us.  A nice pad in Santa Monica overlooking the
beach, great jobs, lots of pussy..."  I drew a deep breath, thinking about
the loss I felt when I came home one day and found him gone.

"You never said goodbye, never left a note, just up and vanished on me..."

"I couldn't."  He answered lamely.

"...could what?  Tell me you were leaving.  Give me a reason.  What?"

"I had to leave."

"So you had to leave, okay, but what about all this?" I waved a hand at
him, unable to put into words what I was thinking.  "You vanish for almost
two years and... and you just happened to run into me here in San Diego?"

"I... I didn't know you were here."

"Bullshit!  The production company moves me to San Diego, and I just
happened to run into you two weeks after I arrive?"

"Yes, I swear it.  I didn't know you'd relocated here, honest."

"Don't say honest, Charlie.  You haven't been honest with me for a long
time."  Every time I looked at him the more betrayed I felt.

"What went wrong, Charlie?  Didn't we have all the things we talked about
when we were in school?  A place of our own where we could do what we
wanted, plenty of chicks..." I stopped as a thought occurred to me.  "Was
it that girl, what's her name... Angela something?"

"No, or course not."  He snapped, but it didn't sound convincing.

"So you got pissed off because I fucked her instead of you, is that it?"

"NO!..."  He hesitated.  "Yes."

"I knew it.  That's why you were all moody and wouldn't talk to me for
days."  He looked up at me, his eyes wet, pleading with me.

"It's... it's not what you think.  I was always moody and pissed off every
time you got a girl in bed and fucked her."

"Huh?"  That made me stop and think for a moment.  "What the fuck are you
talking about?"

He was right now I thought about it.  He was always moody, every time I got
some girl or other in bed, all the way back in junior high.  That didn't
make me feel any brighter.  How could I have not connected the two events
before this?  Now I just felt stupid as well as angry.

"So, you got your share of pussy.  What?  Were you jealous because I got
into Angela's panties instead of you?"

"NO."  He spat back at me.  That was a surprise.  Charlie was so easy
going, and I don't remember a time when he'd snapped at me like that.

"Have you ever been in love, Mike? "  He asked, looking up at me with
pleading eyes.  "I mean seriously in love, to the point where you go crazy
if you aren't around the person you love."  I was baffled by the look he
gave me, trying to figure out what he was saying.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about being so much in love with someone that you almost don't
exist without them.  Just hearing them talk sends shivers up your spine, a
cross word makes you feel like shit... that... that you'd do anything for
that person anything at all?"

"No, of course not.  I don't know what love is for fuck's sake."  I guess I
didn't, at least not the way he talked about it.  You meet a girl, told her
what she wanted to hear so you could get her panties off, and then fuck her
brains out.  What else was there?

"I was Mike.  So much in love that it hurt, down here."  He thumped his
stomach.  "That's why I had to leave, Mike.  I knew there was no way my
love would ever be returned."  I let out a snort of disbelief.  No one can
be that much in love.  Pussy was pussy.

"So, what was the name of the bitch you were in love with.  Not Angelia
whatever her name was."  Even before I finished her name, Charlie was
shaking his head.  "So what was her name... who did you fall in love with,
Charlie?"  I laughed.  It was funny actually.  Charlie in love?  He was as
bad as I was when it came to girls.  He'd get them into bed, maybe with a
little prompting from me, have his fun, and they be gone in a day or two.

That almost sounded like a contradiction in terms.  He never was the macho
type guy, and before I started training him for the swim team he was always
on the skinny, wimpy side.  A little shorter than my six, foot two, he
weighed about one hundred and sixty pounds, thirty pound lighter than me.
Once he made the team he bulked out to where the girl's started taking
notice him, which was good in the pussy-getting department.  Even after
college when we had our own place he kept the habit of keeping his body
hair free, as most of the swim team did.  Not that I minded.

Between the pool chlorine, the sun, and the seawater, both of us had long
blondish hair, hard tanned bodies, and we both looked terrific in tight
swimsuits when we played volleyball together. That was excellent for
getting pussy.  With his slim, muscular body, he consistently beat me. Me,
being a lot heavier, and more muscular than him. Working up a healthy sweat
during a game was a sure way to get one of the girls on the sidelines
panties wet. He got almost as much pussy as I did, but he didn't say
anything, so I asked him again.

"So, who the fuck did you fall in love with, Charlie?"  Trying to make
light of it.

"You." The silence that word left behind was like a large, empty void,
waiting to be filled.

"What?"  I shook my head, trying to fill the void with sound, any sound.  I
couldn't have heard what I thought I'd just heard.  That was ridiculous.
He looked at me and shook his head, fresh tears running down his face.

"Charlie.  Stop fucking around.  That's not funny."  A shiver ran up my
back.

"Poor, Mike."  He looked up at me with wet adoring eyes.  "You never
realized, did you.  The one person in the world that loved you
unconditionally was me."  He shook his head and dropped his eyes to the
floor, refusing to meet my eyes.

"Shut the fuck up!  That's stupid... you're a guy... I'm a guy..."  I
groped for word.  "And what about all those girls you fucked?  You telling
me, you didn't enjoy it?"

"Not as much as you did, and they were the reason I left.  I couldn't stand
it any longer."

"What the fuck.  That doesn't make sense." I spluttered, his words knocking
the mental legs out from under me.

"Every time you took a girl to bed and fucked her, I wished it was me, you
were fucking, or sucking your cock like all those girls did.  I use to lie
in bed in my room, listening to you going at it in the other room.  It
drove me crazy to the point I cried myself to sleep at night.

"But...  but..."  I waved my hand towards him.

"These you mean?"  He opened his shirt and exposed two perfectly formed
breasts.  I couldn't take my eyes off them.  Each was the size of a
grapefruit, with beautiful, slightly darker, pink areolas, and small, hard
nipples.  I tore my eyes away the image, thinking how perfectly natural
they looked on him.

"Yes."  I managed to say at last.

"Mike...  I knew...  I knew I was gay when I was fourteen."

"I don't understand...  That's fucking impossible...  I would have..."  I
spluttered to a halt, dumbstruck.

"I left because I knew you were too macho to return my love the way I
wanted.  It hurt Mike.  It hurt here."  Charlie thumped his chest over his
heart.  "It hurt in a way you couldn't possibly imagine...  and still
hurts."

"But why..." I waved my hand at his breasts, groping to understanding. I
tried to rearrange the words into some semblance of order that would make
sense to me.  Yet no matter what order I put them in, they always came out
the same.  My friend Charlie was gay... a queer, a dick licking sissy
faggot.

"I left, and came to San Diego to try and forget you.  To start a new life
and be the person I wanted to be all along...  I thought...  I thought I'd
never see you again, and even if I did, between the hormones I was taking
and the surgery, you'd never recognize me once the transformation was
completed.  I was due to go in for surgery... to become a real female a
month ago, and then..."  He gasped for breath.  "And then I saw you again."

I stood there blinking, like some particularly stupid village idiot, trying
to absorb what he'd said.  None of what he'd just told me made any sense.
Why keep the fact he was gay a secret.  I wouldn't have cared...  or would
I? He was my friend for Christ sake.  I knew that was a lie the moment I
thought it.  It would have mattered, and we both knew it.

"Son of a bitch!  You should have told me."  I yelled.  "You had no right
to keep something like that from me."  It was a silly thing to say.  Of
course, he couldn't tell me, he was gay.  Tears flooded down his face.

"You're a fucking idiot, Mike Foster.  You haven't understood a word I've
said."  Without warning, he lunged off the couch and ran across the living
room into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

I stared after him, anger flaring once again.  I wanted to go and pound
some sense into his thick head or kick his ass for not telling
me... something, anything to fill the empty feeling inside me.  We'd been
best friends for as long as I could remember.  In fact, I couldn't remember
a time when we weren't joined at the hip.  We didn't have secrets from each
other, or so I thought, yet we did.  Charlie had one dirty secret he could
never tell me until now.  To me, it felt like the ultimate betrayal of the
trust we had in each other.

His word haunted me.  How could I have been so stupid not to notice?  All
the time he'd been moody and untalkative for days after a weekend of me
fucking some girl or other all made sense now.  Why hadn't I seen it?  I
grabbed a bottle of Tequila off the wet bar and poured myself a stiff
drink, sitting down on the couch to think.  As I drank my second glass,
other things occurred to me, like the odd looks we'd get from some of the
guys.  Not that they ever said anything where I could hear it.  They knew
the result would be me beating the crap out of them.  Yeah, there goes
macho Mike Foster, with his faggot boy friend.  I let out a small laugh,
but it sounded hollow.  I was working on my third Tequila when the door of
the bedroom opened, and Charlie stepped out.

Well, it had to be Charlie as there wasn't anyone else in the bedroom that
I knew of.  However, it wasn't the Charlie I knew.  What stepped out was a
tall female with shoulder length blondish hair, now combed out of the
ponytail he wore into soft waves around her heart shaped face.  The bright
red lipstick, silver, blue eye shadow, and blush brought her face to life
in a way I barely understood.  I sucked in my breath.  This couldn't be my
friend Charlie, could it?  I could see a white lace bra through the sheer
white, long sleeve blouse, while the short silver skirt made her stocking
covered leg look longer than they were.  The black, strappy four-inch heels
made her... him stand tall, straight and more feminine in some way.

Unfamiliar emotions swirled through my alcohol soak brain, predominantly
anger.  This was my friend, my buddy, someone I'd protected from all the
shitheads in school and after, someone who knew all my secrets.  I stood,
mad as hell thinking about how long he'd been hiding this from me.  I
stalked across the room towards him, seeing the fear in his eyes as he
stumbled backwards into the bedroom.

"So this is what you look like now, a flaming crossdressing faggot?"
Charlie shook his head, tears welling in his eyes.

"How many guys have fucked that mouth of yours, huh?  How many times have
you been down on your fucking knees sucking some guy's dick behind my
back?"

"I haven't..."

"Liar!  How many times have you dropped your pants and bent over so some
guy could butt fuck you in the ass, laughing at me behind my back at how
you tricked me."  I slapped him across the face, my anger building as I
thought about some guy fucking him, daring even to touch my Charlie.

"Stupid me, all the time protecting you, sticking up for you, taking
beatings for you, all the while you were on your knees sucking some guy's
hard dick."

"I didn't Mike, honest."

"Fucking lying whore... You want to suck cock, huh?"  I ripped my cargo
pants open and pulled my cock out.  "Well, here's one you can suck."

Grabbing him by the hair, I forced him to his knees, grabbing his cheeks to
force his mouth open.  In my alcohol sodden state, I wondered why my cock
was so hard, all seven inches standing out like out like a steel bar.
Charlie squealed as I pushed the head of my cock between his red lips,
forcing it into his semi open mouth.  I didn't care, he was going to suck
my cock like some dirty little faggot whore whether he liked it or not.
Using my cock like a pry bar, I forced his jaw all the way open and shoved
my cock all the way into his mouth.

"That's it, you fucking cunt, suck my cock, just like you sucked all the
others."  Hold him tightly by the hair with one hand, I reached down with
the other and ripped his blouse open, then jerked his bra down.

Now his beautiful little girly tits were mine for the taking, and taking I
did, squeezing them, hard, pinching, and rolling the nipples between my
thumb and finger.  Charlie squealed and moaned in pain, but that only made
me do it harder.  I wanted him to suffer, wanting him to feel pain, just
like I felt when he left.  Jerking my cock out of his mouth, I slapped him
across the face again, forcing more tears from his eyes.

"Suck me, you filthy little faggot bitch.  Show me how much you like my
cock!"  I rammed my cock back into his mouth and forced his head forward.
He gagged when the head of my cock hit the back of his throat, but I didn't
care.

"Gag on it, Charlie, choke on my nice, fat cock you dirty little pervert.
I'll teach you to fuck with me."

Holding his head tight, I pumped my cock all the way into his mouth until
his red girly lips were buried in the hair at the base.  He beat my thighs
with his fist as he desperately tried to pull his head off my cock and
breath.  I wasn't having any of that, and pulling out, I slapped him across
the face a few more times.

"I said suck me, you pathetic little cock sucking faggot whore.  Show me
how much you like my cock in your pretty sissy fag mouth."  He opened his
mouth to say something I didn't want to hear, and plunged my cock back in.
He gagged and choked, but he did suck my cock.  Now he was getting the
message.  I pumped my cock in as hard and fast as I could, desperate to
punish him, but it wasn't enough.

Pulling out, I dragged him to the bed and threw him across it face down,
holding him there with my knee in his back.  Now I was going to teach this
pathetic faggot bitch a lesson he'd never forget.  Pulling the belt out of
my pants, I held it in my teeth as I jerked his skirt up and ripped off his
white lace panties.  Charlie kicked and struggled, legs flailing as he
desperately tried to escape, but I wasn't having that.  Charlie was going
to get a beating, a real one, and using the ripped panties I tied his hands
behind his back before dragging him over the padded bar across the end of
the bed.

"Please Mike... don't beat me... I'll do anything you want."

"Shut up you fucking cunt.  I'm going to beat you so hard you'll never
forget it."  And I did.  Charlie buried his face in the bed covers to
muffle his scream as I beat his ass with the belt, turned the smooth white
skin of his bottom into a burning red mass of welts.  In the end, I had to
stop, knowing what I wanted to do next.

"Spear your legs you fucking whore, just like you did for all the other
guys that fucked your ass."

"Please, Mike... no...  please don't."  He screamed again as I beat him a
few more times, and he reluctantly opened his legs.

The moment he did, I got between them, my raging hard cock forcing its way
between the cheeks of his bright red ass.  He struggled now and did
everything to prevent me from fucking him.  It didn't work as I found the
entrance to his boy cunt and with one savage thrust rammed my cock into
him.  Oh, did he squeal them, loud and long as I fucked my way into his
ass, begging me to stop.

"Is this what you want, Charlie?  Is this what you dreamed about, huh.  My
hard cock in your tight faggot pussy."

"Nooo."  He wailed.

"Lying little faggot.  You said you wanted my cock fucking you, well here
it is."

Holding him tightly by his hips to keep him in place, I fucked him, and it
felt so damn good.  His ass was lovely and tight, and it felt as if my cock
belonged there.  I'd never fucked a guy in the ass, only girls.  Suddenly I
wished Charlie had told me what he was earlier so I could have fucked his
tight boy pussy back then.  Damn it felt so incredible I didn't want to
stop.  I slowed from my wild fucking, and started sliding it all the way in
and out, heading Charlie moan in what sounded like pleasure, but how could
that be.  I was raping his sissy fag ass.

Letting go of his hips, as he was no longer fighting me, I ran my hands up
his back, feeling his soft, smooth skin.  It only took a moment to strip
off his ruined blouse and bra, and leaning forward as I fucked him, I
reached under, took each grapefruit size breast in my hands, and started
gently squeezing them.

"Damn, Charlie.  Those are such lovely titties."  In answer, Charlie moaned
again, and I stopped squeezing.  Maybe I was squeezing too hard and hurting
him.  I wished now that I hadn't drunk so much Tequila, wanting to go on
punishing him for what he'd done to me but I couldn't hold it back any
more.  I let out a long moan as I rammed my cock all the way into his ass
and held it there, shooting cum deep inside him.  That moment felt as if it
lasted an eternity, fire and ice, roaring thought my body as I shuddered in
release.  All I could do after that was slump forward over Charlie's warm,
soft body completely spent.  I guess I must have passed out for a while,
but I do remember coming awake for a little.  Now I was naked, and Charlie
was wiping me down with a soft, damp washcloth.  Bleary eyed I looked up, a
little confused, seeing him smiling down at me.

"Fuck, Charlie.  You're beautiful."

"Shut up, Mike and go back to sleep."  He murmured, giving me a little
smile.

The next thing I do remember clearly was waking up in the early hours of
the morning by the clock with an equally naked Charlie sleeping next to me.
I lay there for a few moments wondering why I was naked and sleeping in
Charlie's bed, instead of out in the hallway of his apartment.  After what
I did, it was a wonder he hadn't kicked the shit out of me and dumped my
pathetic ass in the street.

My next recollection was coming awake again to the most incredible feeling
in the world.  Someone had my cock in their mouth, sucking me off.  Lifting
the sheets to see who it was, it came as a bit of a shock to realize it was
Charlie.  I moaned in pleasure, and he redoubled his efforts now he knew I
was awake.  It only took a few moments before I exploded into his mouth.  I
just lay there and enjoyed the afterglow, feeling as if I were floating on
a soft white cloud.  I have no idea how long I slept after that, but the
next thing I knew was Charlie gently shaking me awake.

"Wake up sleepy head.  Here's your morning coffee, and breakfast will be
ready in ten minutes."

"Oh... okay."  I blinked my eyes open, seeing a steaming mug sitting on the
bedside table."

"And, you need to take a shower before you eat, because you stink."  I just
lay there and watched Charlie's panty covered ass swish out of the bedroom
and asked myself what was wrong with this picture.

"Not a fucking thing."  Was the answer.

I drank my coffee as I walked into the shower, humming to myself.
Showered, shaved, and smelling nice again, I walked back into the bedroom
looking for my clothes.  They were gone, and the only thing I could find
was a pair of underpants lying on the bed.  All the draws were full of
girl's panties, and I wasn't about to wear any of them.  The underpants
weren't exactly girl's underwear, but then again, not really guys either.
These were skin tight, white, stretchy nylon shorts.

"Hurry up lazy bones.  Breakfast is ready."  Charlie called from the other
room.  With a shrug, I stepped into them, finding the underwear a little
tight for my taste, but what the hell.  My best friend was tripping around
the apartment in a pair of white lace panties, so I shouldn't complain too
much.

Settling the waistband as I walked into the living room, I caught Charlie
with his back towards me, leaning over to put something on the dining room
table.  Seeing white lace panties under the hem of the short, tan skirt.  I
had an almost overwhelming desire to walk over and run my hands over
Charlie's tight, round butt.  As I came up behind him, intending to do just
that Charlie stood up and turned to face me.  The white halter-top
certainly didn't do anything to hide those lovely titties, nor the fact he
wasn't wearing a bra.  Pulling my eyes away, I looked him in the eyes,
seeing him bite his lower lip and smile at me.  The look he gave me was so
damn appealing, I wanted to kiss him right there and then.

"Still mad at me, Mickey?"  I shook my head and reached up to stroke the
side of his face.  He jerked it away a little.

"Don't..."

"Don't what?"

"D... Don't... unless you mean it."  I gently stroked the side of his face,
feeling his soft, warm skin on the back of my fingers.

"I mean it, Charlie."  He dropped his head and leaned against my chest.

"Damn you to hell Mike Foster.  You are about to complicate my life to all
hell and gone."  He sighed.  I lifted his chin to see two bright tears
running down his cheeks.  The only answer I had was to kiss him.  I didn't
think about it, I just did it.  Me, macho Mike Foster kissing his best
friend on the lips.  Charlie responded a moment, then pushed me away.

"We have to eat before the breakfast get cold."  Suddenly all bossy and
efficient.

We sat and ate, not that I remember what it was.  I couldn't stop looking
at him, amazed at how he'd managed to fool me when we met again.  Of
course, he'd gone out of his way to look as male as possible, putting his
hair in a ponytail, and all that, and no makeup of course.  I guess I must
have been a little blind.  It wasn't until we started fooling around,
wrestling, and tickling each other like we did as kids, ended up on the
floor with me straddling his body that I discovered his secret.  We'd done
it a hundred time, just two guys rough housing for fun.  That was until I
almost lost my balance and landed with both hands on his chest.  He'd hide
his secret well under a thick, baggy shirt and a tight tank top, but there
was no way he could actually hide his secret when I had each of his breasts
under my hands.  Ripping the shirt open and jerking the tank top up and
actually seeing them was the biggest shock of my life.  Two perfectly
beautiful titties on my best friend's chest.  The two just didn't go
together, at least at that moment they didn't.

We finished eating and lingered over another cup of coffee, hardly saying a
word.  We just sat and looked at each other, and I suppose each of us
trying to think of something to say.  I know I was.  I wanted him to tell
me about the last twelve or so years, not as an explanation, but more to
know what he'd been thinking.  I knew now that everything I thought I knew
about Charlie was wrong, and it slowly dawned on me the sort of hell he
must have gone through.

I'd always loved Charlie, in a way that one guy loves another guy, not in a
sexual way, but there may even be an element of that in there somewhere.
Some guys you just like to be around are comfortable with.  Hell, two close
friends could sleep in the same bed if they had to, and never think there
was anything sexual in it.  A lot of guys in the military had bunk buddies,
especially in combat.  They looked after each other better than any
girlfriend or wife.  Huddles together when they were freezing shared
everything and thought nothing odd about their relationship.

In a way, Charlie and I had been like that, spending time together, huddled
up in a sleeping bag one cold night up on some mountain whose name I
couldn't remember.  Sharing everything, even the sad times when one or the
other of us would break up with some hot chick we were fucking.  Now I
wanted to cuddle up with Charlie again, and it had nothing to do with
keeping warm.  Charlie must have guessed my thoughts as he slowly stood up
and stretched, pushing his breasts out and arching his back.  I'd seen him
do it a hundred times on the beach when we played volleyball, trying to
impress the girls.  It had never made me hard, like it did now.

I stood, pushing my chair back with my legs, and moved around the table
towards him.  His eyes flicked down to my crotch, widening slightly, seeing
my hard on.  I might as well have been naked, as these tight shorts didn't
hide a damn thing.  I grabbed him, not hard or rough, just took hold of his
upper arms, and pulled him towards me.  Charlie put his hands on my chest
in a half hearted attempt to push me away, knowing I was about to kiss him

 "Mickey... don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't do it if you don't mean it."  He bit his lower lip for a moment.
"Last night was just for fun... for old times and no foul."

"And now?"  I asked, my throat so dry it was hard to speak.

"I can't go through losing you again... not now."  He shivered as I pulled
him closer.

"I'm going to kiss you Charlie."

"Mickey... you... you can't.  You're macho Mike Foster.  You don't kiss
guys...  you're straight... not gay..."

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me Charlie."  I managed to get out before our
lips met.  I heard him moan, deep in his throat, mouth opening slightly as
our lips came together.  His body felt as if it melted against me, molding
itself to me as I ran my hands down his back.

It felt as if our lips were fused together, tongues caressing each other,
intertwining, exploring, first one sucking the other tongue into his mouth,
then the other, his arms wrapped around my neck in a loving embrace, his
hand stroking the back of my head.  Right then I didn't care that Charlie
was a guy.  This was my Charlie, my friend, my buddy, and he made no secret
of what he wanted as he ground his hips against me, making me even harder,
if that was possible.

Without a thought, I scooped him up in my arms, and held him tight against
my chest as I carried him into the bedroom.  Charlie moaned softly, deep in
his throat as his arms slipped around me, burying his face against my neck.
Laying him on the rumpled bed, I gently stripped off his halter-top, skirt,
and panties and stood for a moment looking down at him.  Charlie covered
his face with his hands, blushing under my gaze.

"Turn over onto your tummy, Charlie."

Charlie peeked at me from between his finger biting his lower lips before
rolling over.  Taking each ankle in my hands, I gently opened his legs and
knelt between them.  For the first time in my life, I was going to explore
every inch of his body.  Not just look at him as my buddy, but examine
every square inch.  I started with his feet, lifting each leg one at the
time.  Now I saw thing I never had before, like how small his feet were.
From the coral pink painted toenails to the ache of his foot.  I stroked
and massaged each in turn, eliciting a deep sigh from Charlie.  I worked my
way up his legs, wondering how I'd never noticed how well formed they were.
It was no wonder they looked so perfect in stocking.

I took my time, kneading, massaging, and kissing his calves and thighs.
His bottom came in for special attention, seeing how hard I'd beaten him
the night before.  Thankfully, all but a slight redness remained to show
what I'd done.  Of course, I kissed it better, and Charlie must have
forgiven me by the sounds of his soft moans of pleasure.  I kneaded and
kissed my way up his back, marveling at how soft and warm his skin was.  I
paid careful attention to his neck, and he must have liked that the way he
rolled his head slowly back and forth while making little sound deep in his
throat.  Moving to one side, I gently rolled him over or tried to.  He
resisted for a moment anticipating what I was about to do.

Kneeling between his open legs again, I started with his face and lips,
kissing each eyelid, each cheek, his lips.  They opened at the first touch
like some delicate flower, blossoming under the gentle touch of the bee.
He sighed into my mouth as our tongues intertwined, tasting of coffee and
cinnamon roll he'd had for breakfast.  After our lips parted, I worked my
way down to his chin and neck, then his upper chest.  Now each perfectly
formed breast was within inches of my mouth, the hard, pink nipples waiting
for my attention.  I blew on each first, hearing Charlie whimper as I
planted the first soft kiss on each nipple.

As I did, Charlie thrust his chest up, his hands on the back of my head
pushing it down. Taking a nipple between my lips, I moved them softly back
and forth for a moment, feeling Charlie tremble, and if anything, his
nipples get harder.  I sucked the nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue
around it, feeling Charlie's body react to the touch.  That drove him wild,
and he let out a soft squeal of pleasure.  First one, then the other,
sucking and licking each, wishing I could suck his whole breast into my
mouth.

By now, Charlie was panting for breath, wriggling and undulating under me,
his cock pressing into my stomach.  Leave those lovely breasts, I continued
down his body and over his hard, flat tummy.  Sitting back on my heels, I
looked at his cock, really looked at it for the first time.  Charlie and I
had seen each other naked many times.  Coming out of, or going into the
shower, but other than a casual look at his manhood, I didn't actually
dwell on it.  Now I did, and his circumcised cock looked smaller than I
remembered, about five inches at the most now.  It stood straight and
proud, but curiously he didn't have prominent balls.  His seemed to be
tucked away somehow, not hanging out like most guys.  I think Charlie knew
what I was going to do next, and he suddenly covered his erection with both
hands.

"Mike... no..."  He pleaded.  With gentle force, I pulled his hands away
and looked up at him.

"Shush, Charlie."

"Mike... don't...  I don't want you to..."  He moaned as I took his lovely
cock all the way into my mouth.

I remembered all the girls who's sucked me off and how that felt.  I didn't
even stop to think that this was something I'd never done, or thought I'd
ever do.  I simply lowered my head a let the head of his cock slip between
my wet lips.  I took him all the way into my mouth, burying my nose in his
lower tummy.  From a long way off I heard Charlie moan out loud, his hips
bucking up to try and push his cock deeper into my mouth.  I sucked
Charlie's cock then, remembering the way the girls use to suck me off, and
I must have done something right, by the way Charlie bucked off the bed.
Pulling his hands way from me, he put both of on the back of my head.

"Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!"  He kept saying over and over again.

Each time he came close to climaxing, I stopped for a moment and just took
his cock out of my mouth, kissing and licking it all over.  Once he'd
calmed down I started sucking him off again.  Sadly, it couldn't last
forever, as much as I wanted it to.

"Don't let me cum, Mike... fuck me.. Fuck me please."  He begged in a teary
voice.

Even as I continued to suck, I stripped off my underpants, at last, letting
go of his cock.  I lifted his hips, knee walking up the bed until the head
of my rock hard cock slipped between the cheeks of his butt.

"Oh fuck yesssss."  He moaned.  "Now, Mike, fuck me now."

I thrust my cock into the entrance to his boy pussy, heading him moan
softly as I did.  I didn't stop, watching the expression on his face change
from pain to pleasure as I fucked my way inside.  As if of their own
accord, his beautiful long legs wrapped themselves around me, holding me
where he wanted me the most, inside him.  I guess I let go then and stopped
thinking.  My hands took hold of his beasts, kneading and squeezing them,
hearing him squeal and moan.

"Harder, Mike, fuck me harder."  He sobbed, mouth open wide as if gasping
for breath, and I did, pounding my cock into him as hard, and fast as I
could.  "Oh fuck...  yesssss."

How long we fucked, I didn't know.  It could have been seconds, or hours, I
didn't care.  I was fucking my Charlie, my best friend, my beautiful best
friend.  I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to, and letting out a long
groan, I exploded inside his marvelous tight ass.  The moment I did, I
pulled out, hearing his moan of complaint and pleasure as I went back down
on his cock.

"Oh god no!"  Was all I heard before he exploded into my mouth.

I sucked gently, knowing how sucking hard can hurt after you cum.  It felt
as if he shot a gallon of cum into my mouth before he stopped.  Even as he
did, he jerked his cock out of my mouth and sat up, grabbing my head and
locking his lips on mine.  He sucked and to my surprise sucked the last of
his cum out of my mouth.  My body was still shuddering in release, my
senses spinning as we collapsed side by side on the bed.  Charlie wrapped
his body around mine, sobbing and crying as he buried his face in my neck.

"It's okay, Charlie, cry as much as you like."

I didn't know why he was crying, but didn't care.  I was here to comfort
him, dry his tears and tell him everything was going to be alright.  It was
my job to protest Charlie, a part of my life I didn't fully understand was
missing until I saw him again.

"I love you, Mike.  With all my heart."

"And I love you my Charlie."  For some reason that made him cry harder, but
I think I understood now.  After a while, he stopped crying and just
snuggled up to me as if he never wanted to let me go.

"You were wrong, Mike."  He whispered in my ear.

"I was?"  I asked, half asleep.

"I tried, but I could never do it with anyone else."

"Oh, okay."  I muttered, not sure what he was talking about.

"You are the first man I have even been with, or ever will be."  I blinked
my eyes open.

"Why didn't you tell me that..."  Stupid me.  Macho Mike had assumed he'd
been with other guys.  I'd beaten him and raped him on the assumption,
jealous and angry that another man had dared to touch my Charlie.

"I'm sorry I beat you Charlie...  I...  I didn't realize."  Charlie shushed
me with a finger over my lips.

"Well, it's not as if it's the first time you swatted my cute butt."  He
giggled.  Charlie didn't giggle before, probably because I wouldn't have
stood for it, but now he did, and I liked the sound.

What he said was true, I had swatted his butt a few times growing up, more
so when he gave me attitude about his swim training, or doing laps.  But
that was nothing like the spanking I'd given him last night.

"I suspect it won't be the last time you have to um... spank me, Mike."  I
looked over, seeing him biting his lower lip, a half expectant look on his
face.

"Damn it!  Who said you had a cute ass?"  I snapped, trying to change the
subject.  Charlie shrugged.

"Well, the way you were playing with it, and kissing it, I guess you did."
He giggled again.

"Go to sleep, brat, or I will paddle your butt, cute or otherwise."

"Promise?"  I just groaned softly and closed my eyes again.  I suddenly
realized this new Charlie was going to be even more of a handful than the
old Charlie.  I guess we slept for a couple of hours when I got woken up by
a sharp pokey finger in my ribs.

"What?"  I grumbled, trying to push the offending finger away with little
success.  Charlie knew I hated him doing that.

"Time to get up sleepy head, take a shower and get ready, Mike."

"Get ready?  For what."  I asked, still half asleep.

"The party we are going to."

"Party... what party?"  One eye blinked open. "What?"  I blinked the other
eye open.

"Oh, just a party with some friends of mine."  Charlie answered offhandedly
as he got out of bed.  I watched him swish across the room towards the
bathroom, and I had to admit, he did have a cute butt, with or without
panties.

Just as the sun set, we arrived at the club where the party was taking
place.  Me dressed in those damn tight nylon shorts again, lightweight tan
slacks, and a partly open white silk shirt, all courtesy of Charlie, as I
hadn't expected to stay overnight.  He was dressed to kill, in a silver
dress, or more accurately, half undressed, I should say.  The top fitted
his body like a glove at the front, a thin glove like affair that molded
itself over to his breast, around his throat and came together behind his
neck.  There was no back to the damn thing almost all the way down to the
crack of his butt.  The hem of the dress stopped about mid thigh,
emphasizing his long, tan legs.  The strappy black high heels tightening
and sculpting his swimmers legs.  I knew he was wearing panties, not that
you could tell in that dress, as I saw him put them on.  With a little
help, from me, of course.  Me wanting to get them off, he wanting to get
them on.  He won... this time.

Charlie introduced me around, and it didn't take me long to realize that
probably half the people here were transgender of one sort or the other.
None looked as stunningly beautiful as my Charlie, but then again, I'm
biased.  One guy asked Charlie for a dance, but he looked at me first, and
the guy then asked my permission.  I smiled and nodded.  I knew who Charlie
was going home to bed with after this dance.  Several girls' came over to
chat, or say Hi, and I nodded and smiled, feeling a little uncertain of
myself in this company.  I half wondered why I didn't feel more out of
place here, whereas before... well, I guess you'd say I wouldn't have been
found me within half a mile of a party like this.  Charlie came back with
two drinks, and we toasted each other with our eyes.

"Hi Charlie."  A tall, blond haired beauty glided up to us, she and Charlie
kissed, making me feel a little jealous.

"Hi, Crystal.  This is Mike."  We shook, and she held my hand just a little
longer than necessary.

"So, you're the famous Mike Foster, Charlie is always talking about."
Her... his eye flicked between us.

"I guess so."  I shot a look at him, but Charlie just smiled sweetly and
looked back with an innocent expression on his face.  Crystal ran a finger
down my chest through the open shirt, twirling the chest hair.

"I must say, you're everything she cracked you up to be.  Tall, handsome,
rugged looking, and obviously the no nonsense type of guy," she smiled and
shot a look at Charlie, "everything a girl could ask for."

"Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say that."  I muttered sheepishly.

"Modest, as well.  My, my.  Well, at least Charlie has a smile on her face
for once."

"Oh?"

"Crystal, why don't you go... get us a refill."  I thought for a moment,
Charlie was going to stay something else.

"Yes, she's usually mopping about, all grumpy and disinterested in... well,
you know."  She smiled at Charlie. "Now I see my girl has a smile on her
face and a twinkle in her eye, so I know whose, keeping our Charlie happy
now."

"Crystal!"

"What!  You don't want him to know you were crying your eyes out..."
Crystal leaned over and kissed Charlie on the cheek.  "Be happy, girl."

"So, you missed me, huh." I whispered softly in Charlie's ear.

"Crystal you've got a big mouth...  Yes, I did."  Charlie admitted at
length, looking up at Mike, blushing slightly.  I slipped my arm around his
slim waist and gently pulled him close.  Oddly, come to think of it.  That
was something I'd wanted to do before... well, before, but never did.

"You aren't the only one, Charlie."  I smiled and looked at Charlie.  He
knew he was going to get his butt paddled tonight.

"Are, true love.  Isn't it wonderful."  Crystal smiled.  "I just can't
figure out why it took you two idiots, so long to figure it out...  Oh
wait, only one of you is an idiot."  She laughed, looking directly at me.

"Guilty as charged."  I had the grace to blush.  I had been an idiot.

"Oh, he's a little slow on the uptake sometimes.  You know how it is with
these Macho types, alpha males.  It's all that testosterone.  It goes to
their head and prevents them from thinking straight sometimes. Charlie
moved closer and lifted his head to kiss me.  Our lips met for a moment,
and laying his head on my shoulder Charlie looked at Crystal.

"It's sort of like that old staying.  He's not gay, but his boyfriend is."

THE END