Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2011 11:57:59 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: THE ADVENTURES OF CHUCK AND CHARLIE - Chapter 8 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 8 One of the problems I had in class is that I had a hard time keeping from giggling when Charlie gave me one of his glances or, worse, one of his silly faces. He'd wait until Miss Sanders had turned away, then he'd elbow me in the side so I'd turn and look at him. He'd look cross-eyed with his tongue hanging out of his mouth or something, or, under our desk, he'd make a motion like he was jacking off, and I just couldn't help it. I'd giggle, just like some little girl! Once he actually grabbed my crotch and got the head of my dick in his hand. Damn, it felt nice! I gasped pretty loud, but I turned it into a cough. Usually I could keep it quiet enough, but sometimes Miss Sanders would hear it and turn around. If I was lucky, I could get my "straight" face back in time to keep from getting caught. She'd usually look at me and Charlie anyway, though, because we were usually up to something. I had another problem now, though. Ever since Charlie, Albert, Kenny and me had played with a little sex stuff in the cloakroom, I caught them glancing at me, too. Well, Kenny was only nine, so he sat way on the other side of the room, and I could hardly see him. Albert, who was ten and one grade below us, sat closer, just a couple of rows away. Now and then, Albert would sneak glances at me and Charlie, sitting side by side on our bench seat. And he'd grin at us. I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking about being naked with all of us in the cloakroom and getting to touch our dicks and all. Sometimes when he'd grin at us during school, my dick would stiffen a little. Because that would make me think of it, too. That had sure been fun, out there in the cloakroom. But I wasn't sure it was a good idea, getting a stiffie like that so much in school. That's what we called it -- when your dick got hard, it was a stiffie. Or a boner. So one day during recess I walked up to Albert and said, "Hey, why do you grin at me like that in there? Don't do that so much!" "Why?" And he grinned like that as he said it. Charlie was standing right next to me, and I didn't want to come right out and say it. So, I said, "I just don't like it, that's all." "Aw, come on, Chuck," Charlie said, and his elbow poked me in the side. "He's just funning you, that's all. If you get a boner, it's your own fault." "What? What are you talking about?" I tried to pretend I didn't know. "Your dick always gets hard when you remember jerking dicks in the cloakroom, Chuck! Don't pretend it doesn't," he said with a grin. "Hell," he added, "sometimes I can see your overalls bulge out when you get hard in school." I socked him one on the shoulder. "You can't either!" I said. He laughed. "Damn, Chuck, it's easy to make you hard. Like this." He reached over and circled his hand around my thigh, just a little below my groin. "Shit!" I jumped back; then I looked around to see if anyone had heard me. Charlie and Albert both laughed. I had to laugh with them. "I bet I can give you a stiffie right now," Charlie grinned. "Can't either," I said. "Oh, yeah. And without touching a thing," he said. "No, you can't." I accepted the challenge. "Okay, just look at Albert's face here," Charlie said. I did. Albert had his silly grin on his face. "Now look down at his crotch," Charlie ordered. I did. Nothing but baggy overalls there. Nothing sexy about baggy overalls. Like he could ready my mind, Charlie whispered in my ear, "What did you see under them in the woods? And then, remember the cloakroom...? How hard and warm it felt?" My mind flashed back to the afternoon in the cloakroom, where, finally, we'd all coaxed little Kenny to get naked with us. We'd sat down, and I'd wound up with Albert's dick in my hand, while he was jerking me. It was the first time I'd ever jacked on a boy other than Charlie. And I remembered how different it was, Albert's ten-year-old dick, a little thinner, a little smaller... And I remembered how familiar it was, feeling a boy's sex organ warming my hand, feeling it pulse gently, feeling it grow even before I started moving my hand over it... a real boy boner... hard and soft all over... And my cock stiffened in my overalls. I couldn't help it. I had a stiffie right there in the playground, with all the kids running around, with Miss Sanders way over on the steps of the school... I blushed deeply and put my hands in front of my crotch. "Don't!" Charlie whispered harshly. He pulled my hand back to my side. "Nobody can see, Chuck. Don't worry. And don't call attention to it. Nobody's even looking." I looked up at him. He was smiling now. And he was still holding my hand. The contact only made my dick pulse harder. He dropped my hand, but I could still feel its warmth. "Nobody's even looking," he repeated. "Just enjoy it. Your stiffie. Feel it? Damn, it feels good to be hard!" That's when I realized that Charlie had a hard cock, too. He moved his hips a little from side to side. I looked at his overalls, and I could see a bit of a bulge. I looked at Albert's, too, and I thought maybe there was a little bulge there. He grinned at me and nodded. His ten-year-old peter was hard, too! The three of us were breathing a little heavy, and there was some kind of electricity shooting around our little circle. Three young boys, two eleven-year-olds and one ten-year-old, standing in the schoolyard in the middle of recess, enjoying the sensation of hard peters in their pants. The stiffness springing from their groins, the rough material holding their sensitive cockheads down, the very awareness of their erections causing their boysex to pulse even harder... The bell rang once, and recess was over. Charlie grinned, and Albert giggled nervously; we ran for the steps with our stiffies moving against our underwear. Oh, yeah, it felt really nice to have a hard dick. During the afternoon, every time I caught Albert glancing at me, my cock would stir in my pants. I'd glance over at Charlie and catch his grin, and I'd know that his cock was stiffening, too... When the afternoon was finally over, Albert was waiting for us at the edge of the schoolyard. "Hey, guys... Uh... What do you want to do?" His face reddened as bit when he realized we understood what he was asking. "Come on -- out to the woods," Charlie said. We waited until most of the kids had passed us by while we walked more slowly down the road. When we came to the crossroad, we hopped over the fence into the woods and followed Charlie down into a ravine that pretty well hid us from sight. While we'd been walking, we'd been laughing and joking, but as soon as we sat down on some of the rocks there my dick stiffened in anticipation. I couldn't help but rub my crotch through my overalls. Charlie grinned as he did the same. "Hey, I got to pee," Albert said. So we joined him, too. We just shucked our overalls and pulled our dicks out of our underpants. We all pointed in the same direction. "Let's make a river," Charlie laughed. He started first, and his stream hit a little depression in the ground. Albert and I aimed for it, too, and three streams of pee from three boys filled the depression pretty quickly. The warm water flowed from one side of the little puddle, and a small yellow river formed, running this way and that as it found lower ground. We peed until that little river ran down the side of a mound of dirt and soaked into the ground. We wiggled our dicks a little more than we would have normally, shaking the last drops of our boypee onto the ground. "More fun than the shithouse!" Albert laughed. Charlie and I laughed with him. Why couldn't more boys just admit that peeing is fun? But our laughter died away as we became serious about stroking our cocks. I watched Albert's smooth little peter grow in his hand. When soft, it was no more than a little stub pointing out from the mound at his groin. But he rapidly coaxed it to its three-inch hardness. Charlie's was hard, too. I watched him carefully. His last drop of pee was still clinging to his little hole, and I felt an urge to lick it off for him. Just seeing his hard cock made my own dick stiffen more in my hand. "Take 'em off," Charlie said. We followed him, and in only a moment we were each sitting on a rock, naked from the waist down, our legs spread and our peters hard in our hands. "Mmmmmm..." Albert moaned. He wasn't looking at us; his eyes were glazed a bit as his pleasure grew inside him. We sat there for a little bit, each of us playing with the hardness of the boysex in our hands. Now and then one of us would look around the little circle of naked legs, little balls, and stiff peters, then catch the eyes of the others and grin. Such wonderful pleasures boys can enjoy, I thought. And share. "Wonder if Albert's ever been sucked," Charlie said to me quietly. But he'd intended it to be loud enough that Albert could hear. "Sucked...?" Albert little voice sounded both puzzled and curious. "Sucked?" Now he sounded eager, realizing just want "sucked" meant. "You ever had your peter sucked?" Charlie asked him directly. Albert shook his head, his eyes wide and his mouth open. "Want me to show you?" Charlie asked. Albert dropped his hand from his cock. The little ten-year-old peter stood out, wavering, and Albert's belly moved as he panted in anticipation of something he didn't quite understand but knew would be exciting. Charlie knelt in the dirt in front of the rock Albert was sitting on, and he lowered his face to Albert's groin. He took the little dick between his thumb and his finger and fed it into his mouth. "AAAhhhhhhh..." Albert's soft soprano echoed in the ravine, as he felt for the first time the soft, wet wonder of a mouth around his peter. His own mouth dropped wide open, and his eyes closed as Charlie carefully licked around the tiny dickhead. When Charlie sucked on it, Albert could make no sound at all; he just let his head fall back with his mouth wide open, and his legs went limp as he offered his little boysex to this powerful new pleasure. I stroked my own cock as I watched. Charlie's brown shoulders were bent as he concentrated on the dick in his mouth, and I followed the curve of his tanned back down to the outward curve of his white ass. I remembered the hole deep inside it, and the finger, and the sensation of being inside... My cock pulsed strongly in my hand. We sat there in the late afternoon sun for several minutes, one boy jacking his own dick, and another sucking the virgin dick of the third. Soft moans sounded now and then, interrupted now and then by the wet sounds of a mouth on a hard cock. "You want some, too?" Charlie smiled over at me. He moved over to me, and his mouth replaced my hand on my dick. His lips surrounded it; his tongue washed the cockhead around and around; he sucked it into his mouth, and I moaned. I was suddenly so happy, happier than I'd ever been before. Charlie was sucking on me, on my cock, sucking me my Charlie oh so nice... I looked over at Albert, who was working his own little dick again, his eyes locked on the movement of Charlie's mouth over my cock. I could have sat there all afternon like that, enjoying the suction of Charlie's mouth on my cock and the warmth of his hands on my thighs. But I wanted Albert included, too. He was a nice kid, and I wanted him to share more than he already had. And I also wanted to suck Charlie. So I pushed him away finally and motioned for him to sit back on the rock. I called Albert over to join me. Charlie spread his legs, his boy boner pointing at us. I told Albert to get on his knees if he wanted to taste a dick, and he went down immediately. With just a second of hesitation, Albert flicked his tongue against the tip of Charlie's dick, then he closed his lips around Charlie's cockhead. Charlie winced just a bit, and I whispered to Albert that he should be careful with his teeth. Charlie settled back, then, and began to enjoy the ten-year-old using his tongue and lips to explore a dick for the first time in his life. I leaned in, knowing that Albert could not see what I was doing, and kissed Charlie quickly on the lips. He grinned. I straddled Albert so that my cock was pointing right at Charlie, and he immediately took it into his mouth. I gasped at the eagerness of his sucking. His hand went behind me to brace me, grasping my ass. But then a finger moved between my asscheeks and found my hole. He played with it, circling it and pressing lightly, as he nursed on my cock. And I knew his moans were caused by his pleasure at touching my hole, tasting my dick, and feeling the young eagerness of the boy sucking a cock for the first time. I could feel Albert's hair stroke against the inside of my thighs now and then as our movements were driven by our pleasure... His hair on my inner thighs... so soft... his head moving down below me... back and forth... while my peter was sucked in and out, in and out... throbbing in the wet darkness of Charlie's mouth... Finally I suggested that Albert and I trade places. I really wanted Charlie's cock. And if he was going to have his dry cum, I wanted it to be in my mouth. Albert didn't object, eager to get his own cock sucked some more. It was a little more difficult to arrange ourselves, since Albert was smaller. Charlie had to lower his head a little to get to Albert's shorter dick, and Charlie and I found we had our heads almost touching each other as I sucked him and he sucked Albert, standing in front of him. Charlie's hard cock was so hot in my mouth! I licked my tongue all over it and tasted him, a taste I never wanted to forget! I could feel his warm breath, his face was so close to me. But I concentrated on that stiff bit of flesh in my mouth, as it passed over my lips again and again. It was like his cock belonged in my mouth, belonged with me sucking on it, with me hanging onto the end of my Charlie's wonderful cock... I could hear Charlie breathing through his nose as he sucked Albert's little peter in his mouth, and now and then his hair would brush across my cheek as we moved our faces over the dicks we were eating. Soon, Albert was getting closer to the point of no return. His moans were louder and higher, and I knew that in just a moment his young dick would experience his first dry cum in someone's mouth. That urged me to suck harder and faster on Charlie; at the same time, I began to stroke my own hard cock faster. Albert was the first to cum. His high voice was soft at first, but it became louder and higher as his body was racked with the pleasure beginning in his young prostate, shooting outward through his little dick; I could feel his body shake next to me as his orgasm overcame him. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Albert's song of pleasure went on and on... And Charlie's cock lurched in my mouth once, then vibrated intensly as his cum hit him; he shoved it deeper into my mouth, and I could feel it flying across my tongue as he felt the power of it, again and again... And my dick stiffened even more in my hand. I moaned against Charlie's hardness in my mouth as my dry cum made my hips dance and my dick feel like it was exploding... Ohhh... Charlieeeeeeeeee... We collapsed, Charlie back against the rock on which he was sitting and Albert and I onto the ground. "Whoooooeeee!" Albert was the first to make a sound. His little voice sounded shrill in the silence of the woods. Then it deepened. "That was one hell of a goddamn mother-fucking good time!" I stared at the little ten-year-old, whose mouth had just uttered enough profanity to get all our asses whipped until they were numb. Then Charlie and I started laughing at the same time! "You bet, Albert," Charlie finally said, still laughing. "Shit, yeah!" I agreed. Albert joined our laughter. "Damn," he said. "You guys are great!" I could hardly disagree with that. We were great.