Date: Wed, 8 Dec 2010 09:42:52 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: THE ADVENTURES OF CHUCK AND CHARLIE - Chapter 5 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 5 I told Charlie afterwards that sucking cock really helped improve the memory, because we did great at the Christmas program. Everybody clapped a lot, and I think Miss Sanders looked disappointed. During that winter, it was more difficult for me and Charlie to get together for sex. It was usually just too cold outside. Once some of the boys had an argument on the playground about whether or not pee could freeze. Kenny, in the fifth grade was certain it couldn't, because, he said, it had to be the temperature of a person's body. Stupid. I told him that dead bodies froze all the time. Anyway, me and Charlie decided to settle it once and for all. We found an old tin can somewhere, and we went back behind the shithouse to pee in it. They made two of the boys go with us -- sort of witnesses -- to make sure it was pee and we didn't out something else in it instead. It was Kenny -- I picked him just to show him how stupid he'd been -- and Albert, who was from the sixth grade. So Charlie and I pulled our dicks out and peed into the can, which wasn't easy to do because it was so cold. Then we had to decide what to do with the pee. Somebody thought we could just leave it on the ground there, but somebody else said it would be too easy for somebody to replace it with water, which everybody knew would freeze. We decided to hide it in the garage next to the school where Miss Sanders parked her car. Nobody was supposed to go in there; if you did, you'd get detention and then be shot. So some of the younger boys made like a fight to get the teacher's attention, and Charlie and Kenny and I sneaked into the garage and put the can in a dark corner. It got really cold that night, way past freezing. At lunchtime the next day the little boys made like another fight, and Charlie and Kenny and I sneaked back into the garage and got the can. It was full of frozen pee. "See?" Charlie said. He showed the can to the other boys. "Solid pee ice." Some of the boys were saying "Told you so" to the others when Charlie continued, "So now you pay up." Huh? Everybody looked puzzled, even me. What did that mean? "You were wrong. You lose," Charlie explained. "So you owe us. You have to pay." "Pay what? I don't owe you anything!" Kenny said. "You do, too," Charlie said. He was grinning. "And Albert, too. He said it wouldn't freeze, too." "What do they have to do?" somebody else asked. Without hesitating, Charlie said, "They have to show us their dicks." "What?" "No!" "Shit, no," Albert said. Charlie said one word, and that settled it then and there, even though they still objected. "Chicken," he said, looking right at Kenny and Albert. I was laughing inside. And then I laughed outside. "He's right," I said. "You have to pay what he said or everybody will know you're chicken." Then they argued about who they had to show their dicks to. To me and Charlie, it was decided. Although I think maybe some of the others might have wanted to see them, too. When? Where? The woods was only a quarter mile from the school, so it was decided the four of us would meet there after school. Not that day, though. It was too cold. Charlie would tell them when, and they couldn't back down or they'd have to pay for that, too. Well, it was almost a week before it warmed up enough for Charlie. Dicks don't freeze when you pull them out. We knew that, because we'd jacked each other off out there a few times since Christmas. But they sure get cold. He just wanted warmer weather. So Charlie announced at lunchtime that day that it was payday for Kenny and Albert. The sun was out, and it had really warmed up -- too warm for pee to freeze. Kenny and Albert followed us out to the woods, and Albert was complaining all the way that he was supposed to get home. We got back in the woods far enough that nobody could see us, and Charlie stopped and turned to them. "Okay," he said. "Drop your pants." "Shit, no!" Kenny said. "Nobody said anything about dropping pants. Just showing dicks." Kenny was always a whiner. And Albert looked a little more interested. I wondered if Albert really liked having his dick out and was just afraid to let us know that. "Drop them, or Chuck and I will pull them off," Charlie said. I don't know if he really meant that, or if we'd really have done it, but it convinced them. Their pants were down around their ankles. It wasn't cold, but it was pretty cool, and I could see goosebumps on Albert. "This isn't any good," I whispered to Charlie. "Their dicks are going to be all shriveled up." He stood there a minute thinking. I knew he'd think up something good. He motioned for the boys to pull their overalls back up, and we all went back towards the school. We waited behind some trees until Miss Sanders drove off, and then we followed Charlie to the back of the school's shithouse. "Not here," Kenny whined. "This is as cold as the woods." "No, not here, stupid. Just shut up and follow me." Charlie put his finger to his lips, too, telling all of us to be quiet. We slipped to the back door of the school and listened. Then we walked all the way to the other side. We were still out of sight of the road in front, but if anybody had been inside they would have seen or heard us. Charlie was finally satisfied that everybody had left. We slipped back to where we had started. Charlie had Albert get down on all fours underneath the window next to the back door. He crawled up onto him and stood up on his back. He pushed the window up a little, just enough that he could wiggle in. He opened the back door from the inside, grinning. "The window in the cloakroom is always unlocked," he said. "Don't know why, but I've noticed that." And I noticed that the school was still nice and warm. We went down the hallway and into the cloakroom. There were still some odds and ends -- a scarf, some gloves -- hanging on hooks, things forgotten by their owners. There was an old raincoat, adult size, maybe Miss Sanders. Charlie turned around. "Okay. Overalls down," he said to Kenny and Albert. Albert had his on the floor right away, but Kenny was a little slower. Albert was a year younger than me and Charlie, but he was about my size. He was wearing regular underwear. But when Kenny finally got his overalls down around his ankles, he was wearing long johns. "I get cold," he whined in explanation. It wasn't unusual for anybody to wear long johns when it was really cold. In fact, sometimes I wore them; I liked the way my dick felt inside long johns. It sort of moved and wiggled against the material when I walked, and that felt great. "It's not that cold!" Albert giggled. "Then take your long johns off," Charlie directed. "Naaaaw!" Kenny said. "Then I'll be naked!" "So what?" Charlie grinned. "You have to show your dick, and just pulling it out of your long johns isn't going to do it. Take them off." Albert was grinning as he watched Kenny. Kenny was a smaller guy, a year younger than Albert. I guess I was grinning, too. Kenny was only 8 or 9, just a kid. But I wasn't grinning at Kenny. I was grinning at Albert. It was obvious his dick was hard already; there was a nice lump in his crotch. "So show him, Albert," I said. "Show him how nice it is to be naked." Albert's grin disappeared. "Right... right here? But... but this is... school." Albert was 10, I knew. All of a sudden, I really, really wanted to see Albert's dick. I'd seen the tip of it one day when we both peed in the shithouse, but that was all. It had been a whole year since I'd had a 10-year-old dick, and I sort of wanted to see what one looked like. "Don't be chicken," Charlie encouraged. "You're chicken!" Kenny said to him. "You're not taking your stuff off, so you must be chicken! So there!" No wonder everybody hated Kenny. "But you lost..." I started to say to Kenny. "I dare you!" Kenny said to Charlie. He was ignoring me and Albert for a minute. "I dare you to get naked." Charlie didn't even blink. He just undid the straps of his overalls and let them fall to the floor. He pulled his shirt off, and then he dropped his underwear. Before we really understood what was happening, Charlie was naked. Right there in the cloakroom. Right in school. Just plain naked. Fuck. He was so... sexy. Naked like in bed the time we sucked each other. I giggled. I couldn't help myself. It wasn't funny. I was just nervous. Charlie looked... well, he looked... sexy. He wasn't hard yet. But seeing him naked... Well, he just looked sexy, that's all. Now it was Kenny's turn to be nervous. His dare had been taken and done. He had to get naked. I noticed that Albert was getting into this; he was pulling his shirt off. So I dropped my overalls, too. I was tented. But I didn't care. My dick was obviously bigger than either of the two younger boys, and I didn't care if they saw it. When Albert dropped his underwear, so did I. Three naked boys in the cloakroom. And we were all too nervous about it to have hard dicks. Our little cocks just hung there like they didn't know what to do. Kenny was looking around, like he wanted to run. I stepped in front of the door. "You got to do it, Kenny. Everybody else has." And I kind of wanted to see him naked. So he did it, too. It took him a little bit to strip out of his long johns, and then he stood up and held his hands in front of his stuff. But I'd already seen it. It was really little. But then, he was only 9 or so. Kenny's hands may have been over his little dick, but his eyes were on Charlie. So were mine. Charlie was stroking his dick. It was hard right away. So I stroked, too. Albert joined us. Albert's dick was pretty nice, almost as long as mine when I was hard. And he obviously knew how to make his dick feel good. "Let's jack off," Charlie said. Okay, maybe that made me a little jealous. Until then, jacking off had just been for me and Charlie. But getting Kenny and Albert to join us would be fun. "What... what are you going to do?" Kenny asked in a little shakey voice. That when I realized that Kenny probably didn't play with his dick like we did. Maybe he didn't know what to do. "Just do what we're doing," Charlie said. "I don't wanna..." Kenny whined. Maybe he didn't, but watching a ten-year-old dick and two eleven-year-old dicks get hard as their owners pulled on them was having an effect on Kenny's little one. I could see his hand close around it, like he was trying to hold it in. It must have been warm in his hand. Charlie sat down on the floor, with his legs crossed. "Just pull it, Kenny." Albert and I joined Charlie on the floor. Charlie's dick was fully hard now, and I could imagine how his hand felt, around that hot stick. I could imagine it, because my hands had been there! Albert was hard, too, but he wasn't as big a me. My dick was so hard it was almost pointing to the ceiling. I poked it and made it jump. Albert giggled and did the same. Little Kenny was still standing there, not knowing just what to do. But his dick knew. He was hard. He wasn't much more than two-and-a-half inches, but he was standing straight out. "Show him, Chuck," Charlie grinned. I don't know if Charlie told me because I was right next to Kenny, or if it was because he somehow knew I really wanted to touch Kenny there, on his dick. But I reached up and stroked his little hard dick a couple of times. Kenny blew air out of his mouth like he'd been working hard at something all day, and his legs weakened. He sort of half-sat and half-fell to the floor, on top of his clothes. But I grabbed his dick again. It was so little it almost disappeared in my hand. And it was as hot as mine or Charlie's ever got. He looked up at me, and for some reason I didn't really hate him anymore. He was kind of cute, for a boy. I smiled while I stroked. And he moaned a little. His dick was thin, but it was getting pretty hard, and I moved my thumb and finger up and down as much as I could. I saw Charlie reach over and get Albert's dick. And he took Albert's hand and put it on his dick. They were both really getting into it. So I followed Charlie's lead. I kept stroking Kenny while I took his hand and put it around my dick. Kenny recoiled a little at first, but I moved his hand back to where I wanted it and closed it around my shaft. His hand seemed so little on me. But without saying anything, he copied my motions on his own dick and began to stroke me. That's when I remembered again, where we were. In school! Four guys jacking each other off in the schoolhouse! But that didn't keep me from pulling on Kenny's little hot dick. He started to whimper, but it didn't sound like his whimpers and whines before. He was really getting turned on by watching us all, naked and stroking. He was getting the feeling. Albert was, too. I could see him squirming under Charlie's hand. I grinned. I knew how that felt! Charlie looked up at me and winked. Charie was so... hot! "Don't... don't do it... anymore..." Kenny was a little breatless. One of his hands was on mine, trying to push my hand off his dick. Could it be he didn't really know what was happening? "Don't make me pee..." He didn't know! Well, of course, he didn't. I hadn't know, either, at that age. Well, was he in for a big surprise! "You won't pee, Kenny," Charlie said to him quietly. "Just let Chuck do it for you -- you'll like it, I promise." I kept pumping Kenny's little pole, and he moaned and made a weak effort to pull my hand off him. I looked over at Albert; he and Charlie were watching. Albert clearly knew what happened when you jacked off. Kenny's sharp breaths filled the silence of the cloakroom as I continued to stroke him. I felt his dick stiffen just a little more, and he thrust his groin up into my hand without realizing why. His eyes were wide open, like he was expecting something to happen but he wasn't quite sure what. "AAAAaaaaaaaaa..." His cry sounded his surprise, his amazement, his extreme pleasure as his first boy orgasm racked his little body. He jerked upright and then bent over at his waist, like he had a huge ache in his belly. Only it wasn't an ache; it was that big explosion that a cum makes for you. His dick throbbed in my hand as I stroked for more, and his sounds rose and then weakened as his cum hit him hard and then ended. His dick slipped out of my hand as Kenny fell back onto the floor, his head thumping against his clothes. His eyes were wide, and he stared at me with his mouth open. I guess he'd really learned something in school that day! His hand had slipped off my dick when his cum had started, so I played with my hardon as I looked at him. His belly was heaving, like he was having trouble breathing. His little dick just lay there, still hard and pointing up and twitching just a little. I realized I was watching a boy who was recovering from his very first cum ever. I looked at Charlie. Charlie had been watching Kenny, too, but he looked up at me and grinned. Then he winked. I think the wink meant I'd done a really good job getting little Kenny off. "Ooouuuuu..." I turned in time to see Albert's eyes close as his groan escaped. He was swaying a bit, side to side, as Charlie stroked him regularly. Charlie winked at me again. Charlie really liked to sex it up! Albert's cockhead was a very deep red as it appeared, disappeared, then reappeared from Charlie's fist. "Ooouuuuuuuu..." Albert was louder, his cum obviously closer. Then he jerked upright. "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaa!" His belly twisted as his ten-year-old body began his boy orgasm. "Yeaaaaaaa!" He repeated his yell one more time, and then he bent over as Charlie's hand coaxed the last of his pleasure from him. Albert sat there in a daze for a moment. Then he grinned at Charlie. "Oh, Charlie... You gave me a good one..." A door slammed somewhere. Kenny sat up with a jerk, and all of us strained to hear. "Oh god they'll find us..." Kenny's whine was back. "Shut up!" Charlie hissed at him. Kenny started to pull his clothes back on, and he wasn't too quiet about it. Albert got dressed, too, then looked at Charlie to see what to do. Charlie was listening for footsteps, but we didn't hear anything. Kenny turned around to the window and moved toward it, but Charlie stopped him. If Kenny had jumped out he could have broken something. When Albert was dressed, Charlie and I quietly lowered him out the window, and then we helped Kenny get down to Albert. The two turned and ran. Charlie was grinning, but I was nervous. We were still naked! He pulled me over behind the door, and we peered out into the classroom. We couldn't see anything except a few desks and the door to the hallway. Then footsteps. Then a shadow passed across the window in the classroom door. "Mr. Harker," Charlie whispered. "He usually doesn't come to take out trash and stuff for another hour or so." We listened as Mr. Harker's footsteps went up the creaky steps to the second floor. Apparently, he would begin up there. Without saying anything, Charlie turned around and pressed me against the wall. He moved down and took my dick in his mouth. He was going to suck me off while Mr. Harper was cleaning the rooms upstairs! I'd gotten soft with the sound of that door, but I was hard immediately. Charlie's tongue was licking all around my dickhead, and I needed to moan, but I knew better. He started moving his head up and down my cock. Then he reached up and put his hand behind my head, pulling me downward. I didn't understand until my face was almost in his crotch. He wanted me to suck him at the same time! I sucked his cock into my mouth to find that it was already hard as a rock! He always tasted good to me. I sucked and licked. I couldn't see much of anything, because my face was right in his crotch. But I could hear. We needed to be quiet. But the cloakroom was filled with sucks and slurps, the wet sounds of boys enjoying each other. It seemed loud enough that it could have been heard upstairs, even out on the road in front. It smelled so good, being right there with my face in Charlie's sex. Charlie was humping his cock into my mouth, and I knew he was getting close. I was, too. It was scary, right there where we could easily have been caught. It made me so horny, sucking cock right there where we hung up out coats every day, right there where dozens of kids came in and out... I tried to swallow my moans when I started to cum, and I could hear the sounds of Charlie as he began his cum. We pumped into each other wildly for a minute, our sex overpowering all caution. I was racked by a huge cum, and I could tell Charlie was, too. Usually, when we came we took the time to "cool down" a little. This time, the second our cums were over, we grabbed our clothes and pulled them on. Charlie slipped out the window first, and then he helped me slide down. There was no way to close the window behind us. We'd let Mr. Harker find it and close it. We ran to the crossroads, laughing and giggling at our daring adventure. We kept running as we parted, him to the right and me to the left. And I never went into that coakroom after that without seeing four naked boys on the floor, then two horny guys doing what I learned to call "69." Charlie was just so much fun! I love you, Charlie Collins!