Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2009 02:30:20 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: Charlie Gives it Up CHARLIE GIVES IT UP - PART ONE Copyright Van T Z Boi 2009 (Ah the 1950's no television, no computer games, no DVD's; so what did boys do to amuse themselves -please remember the usual disclaimers apply) (As ever many thanks to all who have written my internet time is limited so please bear with me if I have not replied yet) Back in the 1950's it was not all black and white, there was colour and freedom too, you could go places as a kid, live life as a kid should, not shut in and closed off, not like today. I remember that glorious summer when life changed.......... "Come on Charlie," Rick patted the patch of dry grass beside him. Charlie stood studying the ground, his hands twisting out of sight behind his back, his right foot nervously kicking at the grassy clumps. "Uh, I, I'm not, I, er I think, I'ya hafta be, go," he stammered. Rick reached out and tugged at Charlie's kicking foot. "Come on," he said, "You're on holiday, you ain't got to be anywhere," and he pulled the boy towards him. Charlie stumbled and Rick reached up caught him in by the waist with both hands. "Hey steady Charlie, don't want you falling over and hurting yourself," he smiled. Charlie looked down into Rick's smiling face. "Thanks," he said. Rick squeezed him by the waist gently using his fingers to tickle the boy, "Come on Charlie," he said softly. "Er, well okay then I suppose," Charlie replied a tentative smile beginning to turn up the corners of his mouth and he sat down beside Rick. "See," smiled Rick, putting his arm around the boy, "we can just sit back and relax and enjoy ourselves in the sun." Charlie nodded it was comforting sitting there with Rick's arm around him. Rick slid his arm around the boy and cuddled him against his side, Charlie relaxed and nestled up against the comforting presence and took in a deep breath. For some reason he could never understand he loved the way Rick smelt; he wasn't sure what it was that he smelled when he was near Rick but Rick's smell was like a, like a sweet you never had enough of or got tired off. He turned his face in towards Rick's t-shirt, he could feel Rick's chest rising and falling slightly as he breathed in a deeper intake of Rick's aroma. Rick's other hand crept up and began to undo Charlie shirt buttons, Charlie stiffened when he realised what Rick was doing; he drew back. "Please, " he said quietly putting his hand up to Rick's. Rick smiled at him. "Come on Charlie, you gotta get some sun on ya, you're all pasty white, it's not healthy, I keep telling ya, its no good for ya," Rick was concernedly insistent, his hand ignoring Charlie's and continuing to unbutton Charlie's shirt. "I, well, yess, but," Charlie started. "Now none of your nonsense Charlie," smiled Rick, "you know it's good for you." Unable to argue Charlie watched as his shirt was slowly unbuttoned and slipped of exposing his white vest and pale skin. He knew, he knew' if he sat down that this would happen, why could he not stop, say something, walk away'. Charlie's vest followed his shirt, Rick laying them behind them on the long grass. He reached forward and undid Charlie's shoes and slipped them off, his shapeless grey socks soon followed and were slipped into his shoes. Rick gently pulled at Charlie's toes, tickling him, making Charlie giggle. "See," smiled Rick laughing along with him, "see that's much better, isn't it?" Charlie reluctantly nodded, the sun did feel good on his skin; he had known it would really, he told himself 'and it was allright if they were just going to sunbathe for a short while wasn't it, after all he was on holiday.' Rick stroked his hand up Charlie's legs, along his thigh and stopped at the fly button to Charlie's grey baggy school shorts; he began to undo the buttons. "Uhh Rick, please, do we have to," whispered Charlie nervously, 'I knew this would happen, why can't I say no' he thought. "Come on Charlie." smiled Rick ignoring the boys plea and undoing Charlie's shorts, "you know you want too," he pulled the shorts down exposing Charlie's white briefs; the baggy shorts were carefully placed on top of Charlie's other clothes. Rick now reached for the waistband of Charlie's briefs and tugged gently downwards. Charlie made one last attempt, grabbing Rick's hand, stopping him temporarily. "Someone might see," Charlie whispered tentatively, 'did he want to?' he asked himself aware of a tingling sense of anticipation deep inside his body. Rick bent down so they were face to face. "Come on Charlie," Rick said, "has anyone see us before. You know we're well hidden here, that's why I chose this spot. It always gets the sun all day long and the long grass around us hides us from anyone's view and also we're in a dip, which makes it even more difficult to be seen. Remember when your mates came looking for you that time, they were real close and never saw us did they." Defeated Charlie nodded and reluctantly allowed Rick to remove his last item of clothing. Naked he sat there embarrassed as usual; his arms around his knees, his legs tucked into his body as Rick gazed at him. "Come on Charlie," whispered Rick, "come on let us see." Charlie looked back at Rick and reluctantly uncurled his arms, he then slowly leant back on his elbows and opened his legs. The sum shone down brightly on the naked boy and Charlie was aware of the warmth of the sun on his skin. He had to admit it did feel good and there was another feeling a sensation of a different excitement, a sense of anticipation of what was possibly going to happen. "Come on Charlie," Rick leaned forward slightly, "wider, lets see properly." Charlie took a deep breath and opened his legs as wide as they would go, he felt himself reddening with embarrassment as Rick studied him down there, between his legs and yet he felt a small amount of pride because of the intense way Rick studied his young body. "Its so beautiful," said Rick after a quiet couple of minutes, "and so are you Charlie-boy," he added moving up alongside the naked seven-year old and leaning over him he kissed Charlie gently on the lips and then pushed carefully back, kissing Charlie to the ground. Rick's hands roamed over the boy's body caressing the tiny nipple buds and then cupping Charlie's tiny cock and balls in his hand before taking Charlie's cock between his thumb and forefinger and beginning to work it up. Charlie lay back drinking in Rick's special smell and enjoying the special tickle that Rick was giving him. As his tiny cock hardened under Rick's careful caressing he forgot he was naked, lying in the middle of the grass, right by the woods and next to the playing fields. Rick now pushed his tongue into Charlie's mouth, at first Charlie had not been too sure about that the first time Rick insisted on doing it but now he had to admit to himself he liked it. Rick's mouth left his and travelled down Charlie's body, kissing his neck and little boy nipples, suckling the little buds so they stood up and out against his hairless chest. Charlie tensed in anticipation as Rick's tongue licked gently, tickling his belly button before moving downward, downward, then Charlie gave a sweet groan as Rick's tongue tip caressed his tiny boy cockhead before Rick sucked Charlie's cock into his mouth making him feel so, so good. Charlie watched as Rick's head bobbed up and down sending waves of pleasure washing through his body. Charlie sighed whisperingly and stretched and twitched his thin frame as his pleasure mounted and mounted. Suddenly Charlie whimpered and made little thrusting movements with his hips, pushing his cock quickly in and out of Rick's suctioning mouth as he climaxed, his pubescent cock pulsing, his seedless balls tensing with the pleasure, intensified now because Rick had sucked both his cock and his balls into his mouth as his climax erupted. Rick now sat up, a smile on his face, "Okay Charlie, that was good eh, admit it you love when I do that, now come on then give us a hand." Obediently Charlie sat up his young cocklet still hard and gleaming from Rick's saliva; carefully he helped pull Rick's t-shirt off; as ever he held the t-shirt to his nose and took a deep breath, before placing it on top of his pile of clothes. Rick sat still as Charlie undressed him; this time he did not have to tell Charlie to be careful as he unzipped his jeans, the outline of his thick cock, with the dark patch that indicated that it was leaking precum like a sieve was carefully moved, by now Charlie knew Rick wore nothing under his jeans and was careful not to catch anything in the zip as he pulled it down and then eased the jeans off, as ever Charlie stared at the lump that was Rick's cock, 'why did the sight of it excite him in that strange way'. Now naked as Charlie, Rick lay back in the long grass, using the pile of their clothes as a pillow, letting the sun caress his sun browned skin. Charlie moved to lie beside Rick and carefully took the teenager's pulsing sticky cock in his hand and began to rub as he'd been taught. Rick stroked his hand up Charlie's naked back and along his head, he pulled the boy first to his lips and then steadily pushed the initially resistant head down, down, down. Charlie took a short close look at Rick's sticky throbbing pole before a final push of his head brought his mouth directly on top of the glistening cock. "Come on Charlie," whispered Rick, "be a real good boy today," and he rubbed the seven-year olds hair, pushing his head further onto his cock. Obediently Charlie opened his mouth, Rick's special smell was stronger here and Charlie inhaled a deep breath of Rick's aroma before slipping the teenager's cock into his young mouth. As he lay there, his head resting against Rick's hard stomach as he sucked the youth he realised that it was only seven days ago that it had all started. As his head moved back and forth and his hand stroked the thick prick he recalled it all. The school summer holidays had finally started and seven-year old Charlie and his mates from school who had not gone away all met up at the wood-side playing area near where they all lived, this was to be their hunting ground for the next few weeks, the numbers would ebb and flow as the holidays went by, some kids would be spending a week with grandparents, some would go away to the seaside or other places; the games they played would alter and change as boredom set in and always on the last night there would be a fire with baked potatoes and sweets and some would camp out overnight before going back to the drudge of school. Charlie would not be going away that year, money was short at home, his father was not well paid and his mother took in other people's washing to help out, so Charlie would be left a lot to his own devices, often hoping that someone would invite him back for lunch or share their sandwiches with him as he would get nothing between breakfast and dinner. The main gang comprised of around ten to twelve six to eleven-year olds, occasionally younger or older brothers would tag along, sometimes they played football or chasing, hiding type games, now and then there would be a fight between a couple of the boys but it was always sorted out amicably, when it got warmer then they might arrange a trip to the swimming baths or there was a nearby stream which they would spend hours damning trying to create a pool deep enough to swim in and off course it was free, the farmer who relied on the water put up with their antics, his son had been one of the gang in times gone past and even further back he's been a gang leader so he left them well enough alone, just breaking down the damn at night so his animals did not go without sufficient water; and this year there was 'Rick'. Rick was obviously a teenager, he rode up on his bike the first Saturday morning after the holidays had started and initially sat back watching from a distance as the 'gang' play their first game of football. It was a rush, rush, pell, mell game and inevitably an argument had started which could have turned into a fight if Rick hadn't just waded into the throng pulled the main scrappers apart and took over and organised the gang and the games they played. He'd split them into two roughly equal teams and made one side take of their shirts to make it easy to see who was on which side, 'Skins' v 'shirts' became the choice of team names and Charlie, who had always been shy worked himself into the 'shirts' teams, he was not sure if his mother would approve of him going bare-chested. Rick did not take part in the games as such he just organised or refereed them and made decisions and was considered by the 'gang' to be fair. It was Andy, one of the ten-year olds who reported that Rick had a 'big willie', Andy had seen it when like any boy he'd just gone to one of the trees to pee against and on this occasion Rick had been doing the same. This was a talking point for some reason with the gang and it became almost a 'badge of honour' that you had gone to pee beside Rick and seen his 'big willie'. That first afternoon, when the other's had gone home for lunch Charlie had been left kicking his heels, it was too soon in the holidays for him to be invited back just yet, the boys would need to learn that he would need inviting as the holiday rolled on, so it was that Rick seeing Charlie watch him intently as he took out his lunch packet from his cycle bag, invited Charlie to share his sandwiches. Charlie had let his hunger dictate his acceptance of being close to Rick, this was the first time he got to be aware of Rick's particular personal smell and the effect it had on him. He'd happily ate the food the teenager gave him and munched on the chocolate bar that he was surprised to see Rick split equally in half to share with him, normally being the shortest he got the smaller piece. They had lain in the sun after lunch and Charlie remembered lying back on his elbows, feeling lovely and choclatey inside with Rick lying on his side beside him. Rick had then put his hand on Charlie's leg and slowly slid it up and down, Charlie had quite liked the comforting caressing touch, his parents were not touchy feeley at home and his sisters were girlish girls who he did not enjoy playing with. He had been surprised when Rick had leant over him and told him he was cute and then kissed him on the nose which made him giggle, by this time Rick's hand had slid up the side of his baggy school grey shorts and then as Rick's fingers had tickled at him between the legs, Charlie had sat up with laughter and there had been a couple of minutes of them rolling around in the grass, giggling and laughing boisterously. After that they lay still and calmed down and Charlie had again enjoyed the gentle caressing on his leg and the soft touch of Rick's fingers on his briefs between his legs, then the tickling hand had moved and he felt Rick's fingers touching the fly of his shorts. He'd looked down as Rick began to undo his fly and then up at Rick's face. Rick had smiled that special smile of his and just said, "Can't tickle you properly, my hand needs more room." "Oh," Charlie had found himself saying then trembling with a new feeling as Rick slipped his hand inside his shorts and squeezed him between the legs cupping him between the legs. "See," smiled Rick again and continued to squeeze Charlie's package between his legs. Charlie had shivered at the touch and then warmed to the gentle feeling and they had lain there in the afternoon sun, Rick's hand gently squeezing him and giving him a few more kisses, the last one being directly on his mouth all nice things that made him feel good. It was the sound of the others returning that broke the moment and Rick stood up saying 'he had to pee,' Charlie decided he needed to do the same and that was when he caught his first view of Rick's willie, as Andy said it was quite big and Charlie had watched amazed as Rick squirted his stream of pee high into the air. Charlie had been quite jealous as he'd compared his own tiny willie with that of Rick's, but he was able to tell the others that Andy was right 'Rick did have a real big willie'. That afternoon until late Rick had organised their game until it was time to go home, the gang had whittled away until there were only four left, they'd sat under one of the tree telling jokes and ghost stories as the sun began to go down, Charlie had found himself sat between Rick's legs, drinking in the teenager's aroma and allowing Rick's caressing hand access to his body, under his shirt and up the side of his shorts. After the last story had been told they all stood up to go, Charlie automatically found himself walking beside Rick and his bike and then when they had got to the edge of the field by the wood Rick had turned off the path. "Come on Charlie." he's said. "Where?" replied a puzzled Charlie. "This way, I want to show you something," said Rick and he bent down close to Charlie's ear so the other would not hear, "its a secret." Hesitant and yet proud that the teenager, Rick had shown such an obvious interest in him Charlie had followed Rick to the hidden dip in the long grass where he sat down, Charlie still slightly anxious and unsure sat down tentatively beside him. "See," smiled Rick, "its a secret hiding place." "Oh," said a surprised Charlie. "Go on stand up," laughed Rick softly, "no one will be able to see you." So Charlie stood up and agreed if he could not see out through the long grass then no one could see in. Rick had then pulled him back down beside him and said, "I just wanted to show you this secret place and say goodnight in a special way." "Oh" repeated Charlie. This time Rick kissed him directly on the mouth and whispered, "I think you are really cute," at the same time he'd unbuttoned Charlie's shorts completely and pulled them wide apart exposing Charlie's white briefs, he put his hand between Charlie's legs and squeezed him carefully. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun you and I this summer," and as he spoke a he slid a finger inside the edge of Charlie's briefs and gently touched his little boy balls. Charlie had giggled and Rick had kissed him on his smiling lips. After that Rick had dressed him and sat him on the crossbar of his bike and drove him home. Charlie waved goodbye feeling really special, no one had paid such attention to him for as long as he could remember and it felt delightful to be treated in such a nice way. The next day to his surprise Rick was waiting for him at the end of his road. Rick had greeted him and swung him up high catching him in his strong arms making him feel dizzy and excited and Charlie decided he felt safe in Rick's arms; his father did not play with him like that and he'd watched other fathers doing it to their children and often wondered why they squealed happily and now he knew why and he also knew he liked it, liked it a whole lot. Rick rode him back to the woods, again he had turned off towards the secret place and once hidden he'd kissed Charlie a proper 'good morning' as he put it; this time Rick had stayed on his knees to kiss Charlie who was standing up and this time Charlie's shorts had slid to the ground and Rick had lifted Charlie's shirt and vest to kiss his belly button before slipping his hand inside Charlie's briefs to cuddle him directly. That morning Rick organised the gang into two teams and they played running games until the lunchtime break up. Again Rick invited Charlie to share his sandwiches, there were more this time and a drink as well as the chocolate, it was no surprise to Charlie that they went to the 'secret place' to have lunch. Happily full and tired and choclately Charlie allowed Rick to pull down his shorts as before and to let him undo his shirt and lift up his vest to blow raspberries against his bare tummy. As it was Sunday lunch, the others were gone a lot longer and with a kiss and a cuddle and a tickle Rick managed to get Charlie's briefs down to his knees and to play with his wilie for the first time. Charlie liked the feeling of Rick's hands on his willie it made him feel even more special. When the other's had returned Rick organised more games and supervised them as they attempted to climb one of the more accessible trees He would hold each boy up that needed assistance, often working his hands under their clothes to touch them directly on their bare skin. Some boys tried to hang from their hands and swing along a long branch and Rick would help them by holding them up, often as they got to the end they would find their shorts had worked down, their bodies. One boy Timmy actually lost his completely as he swung along, no one appeared to notice the help Rick had given to pulling down their shorts, Rick kindly helped put Timmy shorts back on making sure they were secure, Timmy appeared to enjoy being tickled as Rick 'helped' him. It was still sunny when suddenly Rick turned to Charlie and said, "Come on Charlie, its time to go." The others were not puzzled by this and carried on with the game of cops and robbers, which was the game theme of the afternoon. Charlie puzzled at Rick's request but proud that he had been invited to accompany his new idol had simply followed the teenager to where his bike was. Rick walked them down the path and then turned off towards the secret place. "Come on Charlie," he said and Charlie obediently followed. Once in the dip Rick knelt down as before and kissed Charlie gently directly on the lips as before. The sun was still bright and strong and Rick began to unbutton Charlie's shirt. "You need to get some sun on you," smiled Rick, slipping Charlie's shirt all the way off, "you are much too pale." He lifted the edge of Charlie's vest up and Charlie suddenly concerned pulled it down. "Hey," whispered Rick, "it's okay, the sun is good for you, makes you nice and suntanned," and he smiled his special smile. Charlie's vest, shoes, sock and shorts soon followed, "Now that's better," smiled Rick, "now I can get a better look at you," and he made Charlie turn round slowly in the sun. "Now be a really good boy," smiled Rick and he began to pull down Charlie's briefs. "No," whispered Charlie looking round fearfully, "someone might see." "Don't be silly," whispered Rick right up against Charlie's face, "I told you this place is secret and you know if you can't see out who can see in," he kissed Charlie again on the lips, "now be a good boy for me," and this time Charlie allowed Rick to pull down his briefs, Charlie was now naked outdoors for the first time he could remember. Rick now held the naked boy at arm's length and stared at him, "You are so beautiful," he said. Charlie blushed and then Rick took him into his arms and he began to kiss Charlie all over his nude body and then he'd lain him down on the ground and began to play with his willie, making it hard and stiff. Charlie liked the way Rick was touching him, it made him feel really good and the feeling in his little willie was so nice. Rick now sat up and Charlie watched as he began to get undressed too. Rick slipped of his baseball shoes, the fashionable footwear of the day and slipped his socks off, he now pulled his t-shirt up. "Come on Charlie," said Rick, "give us a hand." Charlie now unconcerned that he was naked stood up between Rick's outstretched legs and helped pull the t-shirt over Rick's head. "Good boy," smiled Rick and he carefully undid the top of his jeans, "come on Charlie," he insisted, "help me get these off." Charlie knelt down between Rick's legs and helped pull his jeans down over the lump that was Rick's willie, Charlie couldn't help noticing that Rick did not wear any underpants and he felt that Rick's willie had grown, he was sure it was bigger than it had been when he'd last seen it. Charlie now on his knees pulled the jeans down Rick's legs moving backwards as he eased the tight jeans down Rick's muscular legs. Once they were off completely Charlie sat down and passed the jeans back to Rick who placed them on the joint pile he'd made of their clothes. Charlie sat between Rick's open legs he could see Rick's willie, it had a lot of hair around it and it was nearly standing up straight, a bit like his own had done when Rick had played with it, tickling it. He could also see Rick's balls, they too were covered in hair; Rick was leaning back on his elbows, his legs wide apart letting the sun shine on his exposed body and making sure Charlie could see every bit of him. Charlie looked up Rick's body, the flat stomach with defined muscles, the hairless chest and the two nipples that stood proud, Rick's body was suntanned all over, Charlie was too young to know that Rick obviously sunbathed nude as there were no tan lines anywhere. Rick looked at the boy. "Come here Charlie," he said softly. Obediently Charlie moved closer and Rick sat up and pulled the boy on top of him as he laid back on the long grass, their clothes providing a cushion for his head as he made himself comfortable. Rick crushed the naked boy against his own naked body and kissed him hard on the lips. Charlie at first alarmed by the strength of Rick's actions was calmed by the new sense of security as Rick's arms wound round him and Rick's personal aroma wafted over and around him, he breathed in Rick's amazing scent enjoying the taste on his tongue and in his nose. He also became aware of something that moved between them and looking down he was surprised to see that Rick's willie had grown even bigger and there was some sticky looking liquid dribbling from the tip. "Your willie has got bigger," Charlie said, "it's much bigger than it was earlier." Rick laughed and stroked Charlie's hair with one hand. "That's because it likes you," he smiled, "if you look you can see it smiling at you." Amazed Charlie looked down, Rick's willie pulsed, the head swelling the tip poking through the foreskin, the slit tip glistening with the strange liquid. Charlie scrunched his eyes up, 'it did look like Rick's willie was smiling at him' he decided. "So it does," he said amazed that a willie could do that and looking back into Rick's smiling face he felt that he said the right thing. Rick laughed and cuddled the boy against him, in doing so his weeping cock came into contact with Charlie's leg. Charlie felt the contact and looking back down could see a wet patch on his leg and a strand of the strange liquid glittering in the sunlight as it connected his leg with Rick's willie. Concerned he asked, "What's that stuff coming out of your willie, it's not pee is it, only there's some on my leg?" Rick gently rubbed Charlie's head, caressing the boys silken hair. "Nah, it's not pee," he smiled, "its special stuff, it means my cock likes you, that stuff is sweet tasting and specially for you." He moved Charlie close so that his cock was between their bodies. Charlie was conscious of the lump pressing into him, the tip leaking the special stuff all over his tummy. "Sweet," he said amazed, not sure that anything sweet could come from a will..., 'what was it Rick called his willie, oh yes 'cock'' he'd not heard it called that before. "Sure it's sweet," giggled Rick and he turned on his side lying Charlie on the ground. They both looked down at the leaking pole as it dribbled its contents onto Charlie's tummy. "Now watch," smiled Rick as he dipped his finger in the strange liquid and then to Charlie's amazement slipped the coated finger into his mouth, Charlie watched open-mouthed as Rick licked the 'sweet' stuff of his glistening finger. Rick now took a second finger full and held it out to Charlie. Charlie lay still, hesitant not sure what to do, tentatively he bent forward and sniffed the offered finger. It smelt even more of Rick's special aroma. "Come on Charlie," whispered Rick edging the finger towards Charlie's lips, "you saw me lick it. It's nice, it's special; just for you." Charlie froze, still not really sure, Rick placed his fingertip against Charlie's lips and rubbed the stuff on them. Rick's smell was even stronger now; it was making Charlie feel dizzy. Slowly he slipped the merest tip of his tongue out of his mouth and touched the strange sticky stuff, then he slipped it back inside his mouth and began to taste the 'stuff' rubbing his tongue tip around and around his mouth, 'it really is sweet' he thought. Rick watched him carefully and judging the time right brought his finger back up with a large dollop of his pre-cum on it. "More?" he whispered, there was a quiet moment and he gazed directly into Charlie's eyes, they stared at each other for an eternal moment and slowly Charlie's lips parted and Rick's sticky finger slipped into the boys now available mouth. Charlie sucked the goo of the finger tip and Ricky fed him more, then he took Charlie's hand and placed it on his cock saying, "you can get it yourself now, after all it's only there for you." Charlie squeezed the tip of Rick's cock, it felt warm and yet strong in his hand, it felt alive and, 'Oh what was a good word' he thought and then came up with 'squishy', he brought the dollop of sticky goo he'd squeezed out of Rick's willie, no 'cock' he decided and licked it off his hand. "Good boy." smiled Rick and he laid on his back and positioned Charlie beside him. "I'll show you what to do," he said and taking Charlie's hand in his he wrapped it around his cock and showed the boy how to stroke him, "if you do a good job and get it right," he added, "the sweet stuff turns to cream." Charlie amazed and curious began to stroke Rick's cock the way he'd been taught. Rick lay back stroking Charlie's back and head and then.... To be continued..... 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