Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2011 07:56:06 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: THE ADVENTURES OF CHUCK AND CHARLIE - Chapter 7 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 2011 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 7 I think I was learning more new things from Charlie than I was from Miss Sanders. I said that to him one day, and he laughed and replied, "You mean Miss Sanders didn't teach you how to jack off?" "I already knew that!" I grinned back at him. We were in his bedroom, where we were supposed to be studying. His folks were gone somewhere, and I guess we'd gotten tired of the books. He was lying on his bed, with books and papers around him, and I was sitting on a chair with my book open on the edge of the bed. There was a history test we'd been dreading for a while, and the problem was that we'd been dreading it more than studying for it. It was old stuff that nobody needed to know, but Miss Sanders didn't seem to understand that at all. Who cared if Eli Whitney had explored whatever it was he explored? Or whatever he'd done? Charlie sighed deeply and tossed his book aside. "This shit is boring!" It was a good thing his parents were gone. Neither of us was allowed to talk like that; we'd have had our hides tanned good if somebody had heard us. But that was one of the things I liked about Charlie. He could get away with stuff. He never hurt anybody or did anything really bad. He could just do things no other boy our age would try -- or, at least, get away with. He grinned. "Did Miss Sanders teach you to do this?" he asked. In a flash he had his overalls and underpants down to his ankles. He bent his knees and them spread them wide on the bed so I could see his cock and balls. His dick wasn't fully hard yet, so it flopped over a little, but I could see it pulsing. With his grin still on his face, he took his finger and stuck it down under his balls somewhere. "Wha... what are you doing?" I stammered. Charlie was always so sexy! I'd been excited just being in his bedroom, and as he'd been moving around on the bed a little bit I'd started to get hard in my pants. See, I realy liked Charlie for this, too. I mean, he was just so casual about things that were a little naughty, things boys weren't supposed to do. Or even know about. But here was Charlie, not afraid to get almost naked in front of me and start playing with himself. Of course, he already knew I liked that stuff, too. I was really turned on, seeing Charlie almost naked like that. His peter was stiffening; I could see it move. Mine was, too. In the back of my mind I was thinking that, while Charlie and I had played around with Kenny and Albert -- like the sex stuff we'd done in the cloakroom -- I didn't think that Charlie would ever have done something like this with them. Just with me. Because me and Charlie were the best friends there ever were. Even though I was only eleven, I knew it was something special, Charlie feeling relaxed enough with me to just get almost naked and start playing with himself. I watched his hand moving down between his legs, his thighs spread wide, and his cock much bigger than an elveen-year-old dick would have been if it were just hanging around inside a boy's overalls. What was he doing that caused his eyes to widen like that, that caused his face to reveal a deep pleasure...? "Awwww god..." he groaned. "This is... so fuckin' good..." He was breathing heavily. "Come one, Chuck... come jack me off while I do it..." "Do what?" My eyes were fastened on his cock, now hard and pointing right up to the ceiling. But I watched his hand, too, the one down between his legs and working at something under his ass. "Fuck... myself..." he panted. "Finger...fuck... Awwwww..." His finger was in his asshole! That had to be what he was doing. Suddenly my dick lurched in my pants. He was fucking his finger into his hole! I bounced up onto the bed, and my hand was on his cock in a flash. He was so hot in my hand, and I remembered how much I loved touching his dick. How could I have forgotten? I stroked his dick as I watched his hand. His breathing was heavy and loud. "You wanna see it, right?" he asked. I nodded. Yes! I wanted to see his finger in his hole. I had no idea playing with your own hole would be so exciting! He pulled away from me and raised his hips. When he pulled his finger out a bit, I could clearly see it. The tip of his finger was still inside his asshole. The ring of skin holding it in was a deep pink; it was wrinkled a little, and every now and then it would move a little, like it was working to hold his finger in place. His skin back there was smooth and white, the curves of his asscheeks opening wide to let his hand hold his finger in place. He had kicked off his overalls and underpants, and his long legs were wide open to show me his most private place. I'd never seen my own hole, of course. I'd tried, actually. I'd used a mirror I'd snitched from my mom one day, lying on my bed with my pants down. I'd held that little mirror in every position I could think of, but I could never really see what I wanted. I could see my young balls, like I was looking at them from underneath or something. And my peter. That was enough to make me get hard. But I could never turn the mirror exactly right to see past my thighs and my asscheeks and get a good look at my hole. Why would I want to see my own asshole, anyway? "Watch this," he whispered hoarsly. He pressed his finger in. I could see it enter his hole, the pink skin moving as his finger disappeared inside. Then he pulled it out slowly. "What's... what's it feel like?" I asked. I could actually feel my own tight hole quiver a bit as I watched him. "Jack me off..." He was in a daze. I began to stroke his dick again. When I looked at it in my hand, I could see the little peehole peeking out. I began to move my fist up and down his cock. His boner seemed even harder than usual. "Ooooooo yeaaa..." Charlie was rocking slowly on the bed, moving his hips as he fed his finger into his ass and his dick into my fist. Suddenly, I wanted more than just jacking him off. He was my friend, the best friend I ever had, and if he liked fingerfucking himself so much, then I'd make it even better for him. I lowered my face to his cock and, with my fist still around his shaft, I took his cockhead into my mouth. It felt so smooth inside my mouth! The skin of his cockhead was slick, and my tongue slid over it and past it easily. His moans became louder as I worked my tongue around his cockhead, and I began to suck a little. Yes! This was Charlie, the very best guy in the whole wide world, and I was sucking him. I jumped just a little when I felt his hand reach up into my crotch and grab my dick through my overalls. He found the head and squeezed it, hanging onto it. I sucked him and licked his cockhead, and then I slid my hand down so I could take more of his dick into my mouth. I pursed my lips and slid them down and around his dick, and I could feel his cockhead at the back of my mouth. I could hardly breath, and my eyes began to water. But I wanted to to this for Charlie, to suck him really good while he played in his ass. Charlie rocked back and forth beneath my face, pushing his boner into my mouth, then moving back onto his own finger, feeding it deep inside. I could feel his cock throb inside my mouth and against my tongue. "Yeaaaa... awwwwwww... gonna do... it..." Charlie gasped. I could feel the movement beneath me as he thrust his finger in and out of himself. His cock stiffened, and then it began to thrash around inside my mouth as he had his cum. I was lightheaded, thrilled that Charlie was having his dry cum in my mouth as his finger was buried inside him! His cock lurched a few more times, and Charlie gave a long sigh; I could feel his body relax beneath me, and I let his dick slip from my mouth. He was quiet for a little bit. I lay my head on his belly. His peter, only inches from my eyes, was softer now, although it wasn't completely soft. It was still wet from my own mouth. I watched it flex a bit and move just inches from my eyes. I felt his warm belly move gently under my cheek as he breathed. Charlie pulled away just a bit, and we lay side by side for a moment. Then he grinned as he turned to me. "Damn, you're a good cocksucker!" I laughed and socked him on his arm. "Yeah, and don't you forget it. And don't forget this, either," I added. "You owe me one." "One what?" he smiled. "One blow job? Or one fingerfuck?" My tummy flip-flopped when he said that. Would he fingerfuck me? His finger up my ass? Moving in and out of my hole? Oh, man, I would love that! While he sucked my dick? I know my eyes were bugging out. His fingers were on my overalls before mine could get there. In no more that a few seconds, I was bare-ass naked on his bed, and he was kneeling over me, grinning. "You know, Chuck..." he started. I was expecting one of his wisecracks. "I really like you," he finished. I sucked in my breath. I would have gotten tears in my eyes, I think, but he dipped his head to my middle and sucked my dick into his mouth. I was shaking inside. Partly because he was sucking me. But partly because of what he'd said. He really liked me. And I liked him so much... Well, I liked him lots more that boys are supposed to like each other. Then I felt his finger. My legs were spread, and his finger burrowed between them and up against my ass. I groaned when it touched my hole. But when it pressed a little, it pushed against my puckerhole or something; it hurt a bit. I gasped. "Sorry," Charlie muttered. "Forgot..." He raised off my dick long enough to stick his finger into his mouth. He sucked on it, and I could see his tongue lick around it as he pulled it out. "This will be better," he grinned, as he showed me his wet finger. He went down on my cock again, and I felt his wet finger against my hole. He slid it around, and it felt so very nice. I heard myself whimpering like a baby. I had no idea a boy's own asshole could feel so good! He played at my opening for a little bit, and then he pushed slightly. I didn't really know what to expect, but his finger slipped in a little. Just a little, but I could tell it was in. It felt so good! And he'd started tightening his lips around my cock as he sucked. I looked down at his head, busy over my groin. His hair was moving over my belly and... I loved him. His finger pressed in a little more. I don't know why, but that made me want a lot more of his finger, and I pressed against him a little. I could feel my ass open a little, and his finger slid in farther. "Oooooo Charlieeeee..." The sensation of his finger moving wetly inside me and my cock sliding in and out of his warm mouth -- it was almost more than I could take. His finger went in deeply. And he hit something. "AWWWWwwwwwww..." My eyes flew open, and a hot pleasure surged through my whole body. What had he done? I didn't know, but I moved my ass so maybe he could do it again. His sucking was faster now, and I realized I would do it soon. But I didn't want to just yet. It was so wonderful, feeling him move inside me, feeling my cock inside his mouth, his finger moving around, his tongue moving oh I didn't want to yet but I had to... finger moving... so wet... cock so hard tongue... oooo... it was time yesss I needed to oooooo "Ooooooooooo..." The pleasure overwhelmed me! His sucking was so fast now, and his finger raced around inside my ass, and I exploded inside, outside, all over... I thrust my cock at him, my ass at his finger, bucking again and again... I realized Charlie was lying next to me then. My cock was wet. My ass was wet. I was exhausted. It was the biggest, most exciting cum I'd ever had in my life. And Charlie had done it for me. I turned my face to him and found that he was looking at me. He wasn't grinning, like he usually did. He was smiling. Just a little smile that curled at the corner of his mouth a bit, a smile that was just between us, him and me, a smile that agreed to keep a secret, a very special boy secret... He was still naked from the waist down, and his undershirt was pulled up under his arms. I looked at him, from his nipples to his cock and on down. He was really looked good for a boy. I mean, he looked just like a boy our age should look. I will never know why I did it. Well, that's not exactly right. I know how I felt about him. What I mean is, I'm not sure just what made me do it right then, without even thinking about it. I leaned to him a little, and I kissed him. On the lips. Just a quick kiss. Right on the lips. Then I was afraid maybe I shouldn't have done that. Boys aren't supposed to do that. Maybe he wouldn't like it at all... Charlie's little smile grew. He leaned in and kissed me back. On the lips. It was just a quick little kiss. It was so quick, I barely had time to register the warmth and softness of his lips on mine. But it was a kiss. And it was the single most important thing that had ever happened to me in all my eleven years. Charlie kissed me. I lay back on the bed, weak and breathing deeply. The pleasure of that warm kiss was still on my lips, like the first taste of an apple pie right from the oven, like the tang of a peach fresh from the tree... And then I realized an unasked question had just been answered. And I thought about it for a while as we lay together. Boys can fuck.