Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2019 00:28:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Bert Carley Subject: "Charlie Johnson" - Story Charlie Johnson The following story is fiction and involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young to be reading material of this nature, live where it is not allowed, do not read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms or practice safe sex. Make sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using protection. Please show your support with a monetary contribution to keep the Nifty Archive online services free of any membership fees. You can find out how by copying this http location into your browser: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments and suggestions can be sent to the author. bert_carley@yahoo.com __________________________ I remember well that big old white ranch house where Charlie, his sister Carrie and their mother Rose lived. The old ranch was out of town about 3 miles and they made a modest living selling fresh eggs, garden grown vegetables and freshly churned butter to the public back right after the war ended in 1945. Right there from the shaded side of the covered porch that circled around three sides of the old two-story house was a popular place where the locals came to purchase the freshest of the fresh in the area. I can still picture that little old woman Rose sitting and churning that long wooden handle up and down in that old-fashioned wooden butter churn and the distinctive sound it made as the internal plunger churned the cream into the delicious butter she made. I was but a kid between the ages of 8 and 10 when mom would drive up that gravel driveway and pick up the vegetables and butter that she had ordered by phone from the Johnson family regularly. Those memories of a younger Charlie, then probably in his early-thirties and recently back from the war, all sweaty and shirtless, coming in from the fields pushing an old wooden, metal wheeled and heavy wheelbarrow with the freshly cut vegetables mom had ordered, then hosing himself down at the water bib in the side yard after loading the order into the then relatively new 1938 Oldsmobile sedan for mom as she sat and chatted with Carrie and Rose about their church functions, The Eastern Star activities and anything important going on locally. How those three women could gossip. The women would be at it for over an hour or two most times while I roamed around playing. I liked to mostly following Charlie around before mom would call for me so we could head back for home in the heart of this small rural town where mom worked as a waitress in a diner. To me back then, Charlie was the only adult man I had any close contact with, as my mom was a widowed parent following WWII when my dad was shot and died in a hospital in the Philippines. I could barely remember my dad, so Charlie became an important influence on my life at that early age. Charlie was a good-looking muscled guy. He was still a big kid at heart though, and always would take the time to lift me into his strong arms and roughhouse with me, tickling, and tossing me high up in the air getting me excited and breathless. He always seemed to manage to slip off with me, carrying me off to be entertained elsewhere, away and isolated from the womenfolk, leaving them to their constant women 's talk with that persistent cackling, sounding like guinea hens. Once Charlie got me away and to himself, usually into the old barn, one of the outbuildings, or in the house and the privacy of his bedroom or bathroom, he would pull me in close against him with my face and nose pressed to his sweaty chest. He would encourage me to lick the salty sweat from his chest and nibble on his nipples. He would then begin frotting himself tightly against me until he would stiffen and shutter. I had no idea this was a sexual act and that he was excited and creaming in his Levi 's at my young age. However, I did know, I liked being in his arms being fondled and touched by this strong man that smelled so fantastic to me when he was all hot and sweaty. I especially loved the taste of that salty sauce that covered him when my lips and tongue would graze his chest as he held me to him. Seeing I was obviously enjoying his antics and even getting spiked as he roughhoused with me, he became more openly physical with me very quickly. He began putting his hands up under my shirt playing with my nipples and nibbling on my neck and ears. He soon had one hand down into my shorts and fondling my spiked cocklett and working the tiny little spiked projectile between his fingers until he had me experiencing my very first fantastic body shudder, a dry orgasm, as he explained. After that first dry orgasm at Charlie 's hand, I just succumbed to his further exploits and clung to him for more. It was a wonderful new experience for me. He quickly realized he could do anything with me he wanted in private and soon was working a lubed finger up into my anus giving me that same thrill two or three times in succession as I performing multiple dry orgasms as his own frotting against me kept him on the edge until he decided it was time to explode with excitement down the inside of his own tented pantleg, all without him having to experience any external wet mess that jacking off would have caused to show on us. He of course convinced me what we did together in private was not to ever be discussed with anyone, especially the womenfolk; this was a man 's pleasure, an activity to remain our little secret forever or he wouldn 't be able to play like this with me anymore. My lips of course were sealed forever, as I enjoyed playing these special new games with Charlie. He did this with me over the course of that summer until I would run into his arms when I could see him coming down the path from the vegetable garden sporting a big smile knowing I had arrived by the sound of mom 's old noisy car horn I would always blast to signal we had arrived. He had me well trained and craving his physical attention during that hot summer. Even at my young age his strong masculine scent acted like an aphrodisiac on me, triggering my little cocklett to spike right up to full attention to accept his frotting fetish and experience another fantastic case of the anal tingles he could deliver so successfully as he worked fingers up into my bottom and massaged what he consistently called my Whoopie Button. He taught me to feast on his body, ball sacks and suck his cock until he filled my mouth with his hot jizz. That fall just before school started Charlie 's older spinster sister Carrie took a serious liking for my mom and we were promptly moved from town into the big old farmhouse with her, Rose and Charlie. Rose and Carrie both had bedrooms on the first floor and shared the one bathroom on that floor. Mom and I shared one of the other two bedrooms on the second floor. We had to share a single bathroom on the second floor with Charlie. Charlie was somewhat of a slob and left the bathroom a mess for my mom to tidy. Carrie happily remedied that problem promptly. Two days later Carrie moved my mom in with her on the first floor to remedy that problem. This left me alone and lonely in that big old double bed I had sharing with my mom. I found myself getting scared and cold alone at night as the cooler Fall weather quickly arrived and Charlie would hear me whimpering and crying in my sleep. I crawled in with Charlie to get warm and feel safe from what he called all the house ghosts one night and never went back to my own bed after he cuddled me into his arms to comfort me. Charlie not only kept me warm each night, but he rapidly expanded his games and my sexual activities with him. Charlie 's sex was of normal size and had no difficulty getting me to accept his bedroom advancements. Two or three time pretty much each night Charlie was getting me spiked, excited and letting him finger me until he began replacing his fingers with his self-lubed cockhead. He had me quickly mounted on his shaft, loving and addicted to this activity in record time and I just succumbed to his body taking me on that pleasure trip whenever and wherever he wanted, day or night. He kept me well oiled and I loved him climbing my bones and dropping his juice into me both orally and anally. Frequently we would play in the nude in the warm sun tending the vegetable garden. Yea, I quickly learned that Charlie was constantly boned and wanting sex regularly. The more he screwed me, the more sex he seemed to need and want with me. I became his constant cum dump and as his deposits absorbed into my bloodstream, I seemed to become more and more needy too for more of his wonderful oral feedings or anal injections. I walked in to greet my mother one early morning and found her nude and spread eagle on the bed she had been sharing with Charlie 's older sister Carrie. Carrie had her face buried between mom 's legs and muff diving her hairy beaver like it was the last feeding. Neither mom nor Carrie saw me as I made a hasty retreat from their bedroom. Though shocked at seeing it live at that moment, it made me feel much better about myself for what I was now doing regularly with Charlie. I eventually told Charlie what I had seen Carrie doing with my mom and he just chuckled and responded with, "Yea, Carrie, the old gal is a Bull-Dyke, has always liked the girls, eating pussy and sucking breasts and big nipples for as long as I can remember. " He then grabbed me and hoisted me over his shoulders in a fireman 's hold and carried me up the stairs to our bathroom and stripped me nude. He hoisted me up sitting on the edge of the lavatory cabinet and lifted my legs up over his shoulders and buried his face in my Coochie. His tongue went wild spreading his wet warm saliva all over my pinky. He had me dilated and my rosebud pulsating with a heartbeat moaning with pleasure as he mimicked what I had seen Carrie do to my mom. He then slowly inserted his dick into me and began a long prostate massage. His lips and tongue sucked, nibbled and soon his teeth were gently tweeting my spiked projectiles. As he fast fucked me and left his hot deposit in me, I had multiple dry orgasms that left me happy. Charlie held my face between his palms and looked into my eyes as he said, "Tommy, I love you the same way Carrie loves my mother and you should just accept that we should all just love each other and be happy we are all together and so very happy. _____________ I like to get feedback from you readers. bert_carley@yahoo.com