Date: Wed, 26 Mar 1997 10:59:37 -0800 (PST) From: John Doe Subject: Charles Here is a story of young friends: *Disclamer* As you know, you should not be reading this if you not 18 or older. I know most kids do anyway so, happy wacking! :) ............................................................................. Charles. That name keeps running through my mind. Charles. A boy in my 6th period art class. A boy who I immediately fell madly in lust with the first day I laid eyes on him. A boy with a winning smile and a divine pair of bubble buns. A boy who has caused me many a day dream in class, and more than one wet dream at night. I lived for those wet dreams of Charles, always Charles, never of JTT, or, any of the more popular objects of other teen's overflowing hormones, just Charles Chaswick, age 13, the boy wonder. It was my greatest hope in life that those dreams would some day come true. And, that is where this story takes us, to the day Charles and I were thrown together in a situation where my wildest dreams seemed mild in comparison. I hope you enjoy reading ............................................................................. It was the Friday before Spring Break. I awoke to a beautiful day. The sun shining brightly in an almost painfully blue sky. Spring was definitely in the air. The school day went incredibly fast, and, when 6th period came around, I knew it would bring with it my honeybuns, my Charles, the perfect way to end the last day before Spring Break. ... He was already seated in class when I arrived. I had spent too much time chatting with a friend and was late. The teacher, an overweight woman and under talented artist, Mrs Jenkowicz, apparently was on the rag bigtime. ... "Hugo, you're late...again! Sorry, but you're going to have to stay after and clean the paint brushes and tables." Her voice sounded like a cat's claws being drawn across a chalk board. ... I stammered in a rush of apologies, feeling my face turning red. Half out of embarassment for being chastised so loudy in front of the entire class, and half out of anger for having this bitch cut short my Spring vacation. ... I looked past her rather large frame towards the back of the classroom, seeking help in some way from Charles. He smirked. And, then began to emit a belly roll of a laugh. Apparently, an insult to Mrs JenCOWicz inflated sense of authority. "And, YOU, Charles, can help Master Hugo!" Charles suddenly lost any sense of humor he had about the situation. His smirk transformed into a sustained look of shock, as if having been slapped. He stamped his left mid-top Air Jordan on the linoleum in frustration as I walked to the back of the class to take my seat next to him. This time I jeered. He mutedly said, "Hi, Hugo," as I sat down in my chair and wet willy'd me on the back of my head. "Nice goin', dork!" I returned his w.w. and said mockingly under my breath, "That's MASTER Dork, to you, young sir!" We snickered, trying not to accumulate more wrath from Mrs. Cow. .... As I bent over to put my books underneath my desk chair I sneeked a look at his crotch. His legs were wrapped around his chair now, his feet hooked behind the rear legs. He wore a pair of very loose fitting, blue Umbros. In the generous gap between the leg opening of the Umbros and his very firm, left thigh I could just make out the whitest shape of his underwear.My eyes widened when I saw he wore loose fitting boxers. I immediately started to feel my penis throb to life. In the few seconds my eyes caught sight of his exposed undies I saw alot! The lighting was just right for me to make out the poutish form of his pink balls as they were nestled within the -y- of his boxers. Charles was still closer to being a boy than to being a man, about a half a head shorter than me, but judging from the generous weight and size of those wrapped nuts, I wasn't the only 13-year-old between us squirting these days. My mind immediately began to ponder if Charles, like me, went home after school everyday and raced into his room to unload the sexual tension that had built up since that morning's session of rub-a-dub-rub. I'd pondered these thoughts often, and almost invariably during class, seated next to him. ************* PART TWO ************** The last hour of the last day to school before Spring Break went, as expected, incredibly slow. I was happy to have Art as my last class of the day. The obvious reason being it was an easy no-brainer. The less obvious, but more enjoyable reason, it allowed me an opportunity to be close to Charles. Even though Charles was a jock, playing on the the baseball and soccer teams at school, he wasn't a dumb jock, and he wasn't one of those guys who thought he was too good to speak to you. He had a great personality. And, in combination with his awesome smile, and even more awesome body, he was somebody that you just couldn't help but fall for. ............ When class finally was close to ending Mrs. Cow instructed everyone to begin putting their supplies away. We were doing exercises illustrating the variations of the color wheel, and using tempera paint. People in the room we're being jerks about being extra messy, knowing that Charles and I were going to have to stay after and clean up. ............. When the bell rang and the other students left Charles and I looked at each other and then to Mrs. Cow who came back to where we were seated. She had a sadistic smile on her face knowing we were both anxious to get our chore over. "Well, boys, I am expecting you to do a thorough job. I am going to trust you, as I can't stay to supervise. The supplies, as you know, are in the utility closet." Her voice made me want to vomit. "When you are done, would you please close the door behind you. Oh, and, have an enjoyable vacation. See you in a week." After she turned and started walking towards the door I gave her the finger, as did Charles. When she was out of hearing distance we both busted out laughing. ******************************************************** Charles hooked his thumbs into the elasticized waist of his Umbros and boxers and lowered them. I found it hard to breath as I stood transfixed by the image of his exposed loins. Charles took a fleeting glance up at me to see if I was looking. I couldn't help but feel Charles somehow knew of my secret desires for him and was partially teasing me, and partially wanting to please me with this long desired sight. He had a beautiful set of cock and balls. He was circumcized and bigger than I'd imagined him to be. His flaccid penis looked to be almost four inches from root to tip. The surface of it beheld a warm pinkness starting at the crown and becoming more and more pastel as the skin covering his shaft neared the root where the skin was a milky shade of peach. As he stood before me, his Umbros and boxers descended to mid-thigh, I glanced at the profile of his butt. It was compact and looked incredibly firm with just a hint of remaining babyfat leftover as evidence to his newly arrived pubescence. His right cheek in my view was dimpled with a mellow hallow. Charles seemed to be getting semi-hard as he waited for his piss to begin trailing into the sink. I noticed the rim of his head flare momentarily and an almost imperceptible spasm of his shaft as he held it with his index finger and thumb placed just below the curved rim. He had a beautiful cockhead, the front buttressing out before curving up towards his pisshole. At the base of his groin was the first patchy growth of dark blonde pubic hair as it sprouted above where his cock began. It was a shade darker than the straight and shiney sandy blonde on his head. ...... "Damn, I can't piss with you standing there, Hugo." He smiled and paused and then said, "Unless you gotta piss, too." His last words sounded more like a question than a statement, and held a rather inviting tone. I was becoming hard, but could read between the lines. I unzipped my jeans and lowered my briefs, my penis grateful for it's freedom. I felt Charles eyeing my groin as it came into view. I was surprised when I heard him comment, "Dang, Hugo, nice dick!" To be honest with you, I do have a sizeable endowment, just exceeding six inches when fully aroused. I blushed in appreciation, and, politely said, "Thank you," adding, "So is yours." ........... As if feeling less awkward in being joined by my exposure, Charles finally began to piss. His stream coming out in a strong arc which made a loud sound as it hit the nickel surface of the utility closet's metal sink. We both giggled at what we were going. Gratefully, my own bladder finally gave way. What a relief! If I had waited any longer, my penis would have been fully erect, and then pissing would have been out of the question. I couldn't help notice though that Charles was now closer to five inches than his original less than four, and that the shaft in his circle of thumb and forefinger now appeared more angular. Of course, he wasn't the only one. ................... "Here, let me shake it for ya," he said and without hesitation grabbed me. I nearly jumped as I felt his warm soft fingers touch my sensitive head. Unlike Charles, I was uncircumcized, and my head was much more reactive than his to any kind of touch. I impulsively gave a spastic lurch forward in response to that touch. I grabbed his erection and did the same. His penis spasmed and lurched upwards as it quickly gained it's last few centimeters of extension. He felt feverishly warm to my touch. "Oh ya, Hugo...," Charles purred. ......................... Charles hoisted himself on the corner edge of the sink as I knealt down. His cock leapt in anticipation as I gentley cupped my hand around his smooth powdery sack. I glanced up into his face. His eyes held a look of extreme horniness, an urgency written there. His mouth pouting open. I lowered my head down to his awaiting stiffness. My field of vision filled with the milky whiteness of Charles' almost perfectly smooth skin save for that soft puff of sandy pubic hair. His musty sweet fragrance filled my lungs and caused my head to lighten with it's enticing aroma. I could feel the heat of his boner as my lips parted and I engulfed his darkly blushing tip with my satiny mouth. "Hugo," he gasped as I felt his cock leap rigidly within the tightness formed by my gentle sucking. I licked and swirled and licked and swirled the wet surface of my tongue upon the feverish roundness of his knob before allowing his cock more entry. Charles breaths coming in sharp intakes of air as I felt his body shuddering. "Oh, yes, suck it, suck it," he implored over and over again as my lips rode his incredibly stiff erection. My hands stroked his thighs and explored his body as my mouth busied itself upon his tender and extremeley excited boyhood. The ladle of my tongue molded itself to the underbelly of his cock as I bobbed my head in rhythms that I hoped would please. I felt Charles warm hands place themselves onto my shoulders for additional balance, and then felt his fingers stroking my hair. Knowing where we were, made the experience seem so much more exciting. Charles trying to keep his voice low as he moaned and whimpered in the uncontrollable responses he felt to the heavenly sensations my mouth was causing. Though I had once given a blow job before, this was the first time I had tasted a cock of his proportions. My only other experience being a now departed friend who had as yet to reach Charle's stage of maturity. I delighted in the masculinity of his size. I allowed his cock to escape as I now kissed the surface from the tapered tip to the expanding girth near his balls. I lowered my lips and gently butterfly kissed the surface of his sack, marvelling at the robustness of their volume. Charle's soft whimpers of appreciation encouraging me as I explored him so. ....................... His verbal and physical responses to my oral lovemaking was causing me to feel incredibly excited myself. My cock feeling hard to the point of pain. I suddenly felt him grip my head in his hands and pull my mouth from him as he said in an urgency, "Hugo, lemme do you," his words coming out in a breathless tumble. Charles stood, his umbros and boxers wrapped around his air jordans, and quickly knealt before me. He tugged anxiously at my jeans and briefs and with a look of ravenous lust in his eyes, gazed down at my crotch. I felt his hands exploring me. He looked up from his knealing before me with eyes the colour of the sky I had awakened to that morning and with a deliciously cute vulnerability in them said, "I...I've never done this before," as if suspecting I was some kind of expert. I couldn't help but giggle and said, "I know, babe, just do what comes naturally. That's what I do." He smiled and lowered his head in what seemed like slow motion. I felt myself go weak as I felt his gentle mouth couple me. I too gasped, like Charles had, at feeling his warm silky wetness wrap around my head. It was better than I had ever suspected it would feel. This was my first blowjob, as my earlier friend had never reciprocated. I was suddenly immersed in the most heavenly sensations. I hoped I could make this last, but the feelings his mouth were illiciting came in such overwhelming waves of pleasure that I knew I wouldn't last long. My body shuddered uncontrollably as Charles rode me up and down and up and down. His lips gripping my foreskin and pulling it back and forth over my cockhead, gathering the loose skin together and gripping it at just the right amount of pressure. I loved the deliciously tight sensation his mouth caused within my groin. A tightness that even at the most incredibly strong orgasms during jacking off I could not recall experiencing. I panted and bucked. His hands gripped my asscheeks, and held his head still, allowing me to fuck his face. I looked down upon him as I saw my cock entering and exiting his mouth. His face flushing with color. My eye's glancing down at his very rigid boner below, seeing it leaping in excitement. I could no longer hold off, the muscles deep within my groin pulling to the point of feeling as though my balls were going to be sucked up deep within me to never be seen again. I felt a tingling warmth causing my toes to curl as it flowed up my legs, and when reaching my knees, causing them to tremble. "Oh Charles, oh yes, yes," I moaned as my hips began to buck in forceful machine-gun quickness. I felt what I knew was the moment of no return as my prostate spasmed violently. I yelped, "NO!" and quickly extracted his mouth from the surface of my cock. My eyes widening as I looked down at my shaft leaping up in strong muscular upward lurches. My eyes seeing the same reaction in Charles own 5 inches of hardness. Strong, deliciously burning-hot jolts of cum shot out my tip as I saw the same whiteness leap from Charles own cock, his hand gripping himself, as if to try to ebb those bolts of cremey delight. We simultaneously gasped and grunted and whimpered and quivered and shivered and moaned together. The sweet and sour smell of our combined spunk suddenly filling the air in the close confines of the utility closet. I hope you enjoyed this story. It is quiet fictional and I wish it would happen, but it has not. I want to thank my good freind on IRC for writing it. Thanks, Ghostman7! --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ---------------------------------------------------------