Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2010 18:06:02 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: THE ADVENTURES OF CHUCK AND CHARLIE - Chapter 2 This story is fiction. It describes the relationships of some young friends, including their sexual experiences. If this offends you, or if you are not at least 18 years of age, or if it is illegal where you reside to read such material, you must leave. Copyright 2010 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. I will try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Please put the name of the story in the subject line. Other stories of mine can be found under my name in the Prolific Authors list. THE ADVENTURES OF CHUCK AND CHARLIE - Chapter 2 I'd seen Charlie with his hand in his overalls several times since that first time. I'd sometimes think about that in bed. What was he feeling? I'd stick my hand down in my underpants under the sheet where I couldn't see anything, and I'd think, "This is what a hand feels when it goes down there. This is what Charlie feels." And I'd let my fingers explore all around my dick and down around my balls. Of course, Charlie wasn't feeling all that in school! Was he? And then I'd put my hand around my dick and make it feel so good again by rubbing a little. Damn that Charlie Collins! Just looking at him made me hard sometimes! I wasn't mad at him, of course. We'd study at his house sometimes after school. If you walked down the road in front of the school, you came to a T-intersection. If you went right, you curved around a little on the road that went right past Charlie's. If you went left, you curved around a little on the road that went right past my place. But it was a real quick walk through the woods from his house to mine, so sometimes I could stay until it was almost suppertime. I liked studying with him. He was smarter than I was, so that made my homework easier. Sometimes we'd study at the kitchen table where we could spread all our stuff out, and sometimes we'd go to his room. When we were in his room we could goof off a little more, because his ma was downstairs. One day we were in his room laughing about something. I was sitting on his bed, and he was sitting on the floor with some of our books. He'd told a joke or something. But I just suddenly realized where I was sitting. This was the bed where Charlie rubbed his dick on the mattress at night! I started to get stiff just thinking about it. I wanted to talk about all this stuff with him. But I was a little afraid of it. I just got up off the bed and started looking though the books on the floor. So I was kind of scared when I woke up real early one morning. I'd had a dream. I could barely remember it. But my dick was really hard. And I remember part of the dream. That's what it was about. My dick. In the dream I was rubbing it all over Charlie. He was naked, and I was rubbing it even on his face! And over his lips! And it felt so good... I reached down for my dick and rubbed it; I couldn't help it. The tingle was already there when I woke up, and as I tried to remember my dream the tingle just got worse. Or better. I rubbed too hard, I guess, and my dick started to hurt. Was I a terrible boy, a really bad person, to dream about Charlie that way? But it was just a dream -- I couldn't help it! School was harder after that. I mean, it was hard to sit next to Charlie without getting... hard. Not all the time, of course. But a lot of times. And I think he knew. How could he know? But he kept bumping into me, sometimes with his hip or leg. We always played ball on the playground, or tag or something. And every time he touched me I had to wonder if he knew about me. I thought he did when he'd tag me on the butt, but other times it was more like usual. I was really confused. On the way home from school one day, Charlie stepped a little closer and whispered, "Our mare got fucked yesterday." I stared at him. And I know I blushed six shades of red. We didn't talk about stuff like that at our house. And he used the "F" word. That was never, never, ever said at our house. "And I watched," he continued. "You ever seen a horse cock?" I stammered something. Was he really talking about this? "They're huge when they're hard. Like this," he said, holding his hands really wide apart. So I knew he was joshing me. Nobody's dick... um, cock gets that big! "No lie!" He read the disbelief on my face. "I've seen them when they're hard a lot." Well, maybe he did. I knew they had horses; we didn't. So maybe he'd know. "How big is yours?" He whispered the question, but then he poked me in the ribs and ran off at the turn to his house. I kept on walking but I felt cold all over. Or hot. Damn. My dick was getting stiff... hard. There wasn't anybody in sight, so I stepped off the road into the woods and went in a bit until I couldn't see the road anymore. I stuck my hand down my overalls -- like I'd seen Charlie do at school. It was hard, all right. Oh, and it felt really good. I squeezed it some. And then I just couldn't help it. I couldn't just leave it in there. I opened my overalls and my underwear and pulled my dick out. After all, I'd peed in the woods a lot. Nothing wrong with that at all. Only this time I wasn't peeing. My dick... um, cock was about as hard as it would get. How long was it? I imagined my school ruler lying alongside it and thought maybe it was three inches. Then I got an idea. Why not really use the ruler? I pulled it out of my schoolbag. My dick wasn't all the way stiff then, so I pulled on it a little bit until it got harder. Then I held the ruler next to it. How do you measure a dick? Does the ruler go on top, and you hold the dick up...? Or maybe the ruler goes next to it, and you hold the dick out. Finally I just stuck the ruler against myself under my dick and lay my dick on top of it. Three and a half! It was three and a half inches long! Was that good or bad? I mean, was that normal? How big was Charlie? It felt really good holding my dick that way, so I decided to hold it a little longer while I peed. Only I couldn't pee when it was stiff. But when I moved it around a little, that only made it worse. Or better. The tingle got started really good. I dropped the ruler to the ground and kepy my fingers under it while I rubbed it up and down. And the feeling got so big and went down inside somewhere... It made me need to pee, but that was okay, because I was going to pee, anyway... I kept rubbing it that way, and the feeling got so... made me feel like a balloon inside... oh so good a feeling, nothing like peeing... oh so good... And then something happened. I shook all over! I shook inside! And then it was over. I sat back on the ground. Damn. Shit. Even fuck! What was that? What WAS that? All over me, I felt it all over me, the most wonderful feeling I'd ever had... The biggest, greatest... I realized I'd been shivering, sitting there on the ground. But I could feel a little sweat on my forehead, too. I had never, ever felt anything as wonderful as that... Was I sick? What had I done to myself? I lay in bed that night wondering about it. I reached down for my dick once, but I was afraid to play with it again. Maybe it was... broken. Maybe I'd done something terrible to my insides, and I'd never get fixed. Maybe Charlie would know. But I could never ask him about a thing like that! But my dick kept getting hard when I didn't want it to. I couldn't help but play with it when I was talking a bath. I tried to keep my hands off it when I went to bed. I really tried. And I tried to stay away from Charlie. All this had something to do with Charlie, somehow. That didn't make any sense to me, and I'm not stupid. But somehow, it had something to do with Charlie. But I liked Charlie. He was my best friend, even if he didn't know it. I wanted to be around him! But I couldn't. Not if something really bad was wrong with me. I don't know if he noticed. I couldn't really stay away from him altogether. We still played on the playground; all the boys did. Of course, I sat next to him. We still walked home together every afternoon. So, if I liked him so much, I could ask him about stuff, couldn't I? But I just couldn't. One day at school he was stuffing his hand down his overalls again, and everynow and then he'd look over at me and grin. I couldn't help but grin back. But I was careful not to grin too much or somebody would notice. Then he stopped grinning and got this funny look on his face. Somehow I knew that meant he'd gotten hold of his dick... um, cock. And I felt it, then. My dick. It was getting stiff. Charlie sort of raised an eyebrow at me, like he was asking me if my dick was hard. I looked away and paid attention to Miss Sanders. She was reading something -- I wasn't paying too much attention -- and then she turned to write something on the blackboard. That's when Charlie scooted over just a little closer. Out of the corner of my eye I could see something moving between us. It was his hand! he wiggled his hand to the opening at the side of my overalls. He was going to reach in for my dick! I scooted away. I was shaking a little. He grinned at me and fished back down into his own overalls. He was hard, I knew it! Now I was getting hard. He wanted to touch me there. He couldn't do that. That wasn't... nice. But... didn't I want him to do it? No, of course not. But I touch it, like he touches his. Why would he want to touch my cock? How would that feel...? "Chuck! Charlie!" Shit. "Detention." We had to sit on opposite sides of the room during detention. My dad always threw a fit when I got detention, because that made me late for chores. This time was a little different. Detention had to do with me and Charlie... With what? Me and Charlie playing with our dicks? But we weren't... I mean, I wasn't. Was he hard right now, sitting over there grinning over his workbook? He poked me in the ribs as soon as we got out of the schoolyard. "Caught again," he giggled. "She didn't know what we were doing!" I shot back. I was mad at him this time. It was all his fault. "Why? What were you doing?" he asked, pretending to be all innocent. "I wasn't doing it! You were!" "Me?" He looked wide-eyed, like he had no idea what I was talking about. "You were playing with your dick!" I said. Then I froze. I'd said it. Out loud. I looked around, but there wasn't anybody at all. But I'd said it. To Charlie. He was grinning again. And that made me even madder. "So go play with your damn dick!" I said. I turned and ran away before he could see the tears in my eyes. How could I hate somebody I liked so much? I ran all the way home. I was almost asleep that night when I heard something pecking at my window. My bedroom was little, and it's all the way at the back of the house. I looked out to see Charlie peeking in at me. He motioned for me to come out. I crawled out the window before I remembered I wasn't wearing anything but my underwear. "What are you doing here?" I whispered. "Daddy will whut me good if he finds me out of the house at night!" We sort of crawled and waddled over behind the big oak tree. "I just came over..." He stopped. "Didn't mean to make you mad," he muttered, looking down at the ground. I sat there a minute. Then I grinned at him. "Shit, Charlie. I'm not mad anymore. How could I stay mad at my best friend?" I could hardly see his eyes in the dark, but I knew he was looking right at me. "I'm... your best friend?" he whispered. I think he could see me nod. "You're my best friend, too," he said quickly. And then he just disappeared into the darkness. I went back to bed with a smile on my face. Best friends. I reached down for my dick... cock. I rubbed it a little before I went to sleep. Just like my best friend, Charlie, rubbed his. The next day we didn't say anything about the night before. But in the afternoon, during history, Charlie scooted over to me a little. Was he going to try it again, reach for my dick? I was shaking a little inside. He really shouldn't do that, not in school... might get caught. But I knew the real truth. I wanted him to. He got his hand in the opening at the side of my overalls. I leaned up to the desk to kind of hide it. I could feel his hand on my hip. It was so warm. He was moving it slowly. My dick was about as hard as it got and starting to get uncomfortable in my underwear. It felt so good! Then his hand was on my leg, touching my skin. Nobody had ever touched me there before. It was all I could do to keep from squirming around. His hand didn't feel warm now; it felt hot. On my bare skin... my skin on my leg... He moved it to the inside of my legs. And then he touched me. I felt his finger touch the end of my hard dick through my underwear. I almost made a sound, but I swallowed it. His hand moved up a little until he was holding my whole dick through my underwear. I'd never felt anything so wonderful. He just held it a second, and then he squeezed a little. He squeezed my dick. Charlie squeezed my dick, my hard dick, my cock, my stiff cock... His hand slipped quickly and smoothly back out of my overalls, and he leaned away from me. I glanced at him, and he was looking up front, like the Roman Empire was the most interesting thing in the whole world. Charlie had squeezed my hard cock...