Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2020 12:00:46 +0000 (UTC) From: MC Subject: Champ Chapter One Champ Chapter One By Mitchell Conner Greetings readers. This is a particularly perverted story about a teen who discovers that what he really likes is a bit unusual. Don't read it out loud in public as it'll get you arrested. The usual disclaimers apply: If it's against the law for you to read this, don't. If you're too young to read this, don't. If hot sex between two boys, or a boy and man offends you, don't read this and check your browser settings. This is gay shit, bubba. Otherwise carry on and please consider donating to Nifty, as it allows your imagination to go where your hands and jiggly bits aren't allowed without any consequences except soiled towels, clothing, or bedding. Your mileage may vary. I always appreciate hearing from readers and I do answer emails. I came up with this story so that I can practice writing in the 3rd person. I hope you enjoy my lewd experiment. "So you got a big one, Nelson," Randy Jensen said, not asked one day while they waited in line for lunch. The ninth grade star quarterback was talking to him, an eighth grader, using his surname like he knew him. "Yeah," Charlie said. "Cool." Thanks to mandatory showers in gym class word had gotten around Junior High that Charlie had grown over last summer. He had at least a one inch soft cock advantage over his classmates courtesy of puberty. "I'm gonna pop that bubble," Todd said as he grabbed Charlie's ass in the shower after gym class that day. "Homo" Charlie said without rancor as an unexpected tingle hit his dick. It was what you called any boy in Junior High who dared insult you. "You wish! Takes one to know one," Todd said. Interesting, thought Charlie. "Todd likes your butt," his friend Derek later teased. Charlie was still trying to figure out why his cock chubbed up when Todd had grabbed him. When he thought about it later in Mr. Davies' boring science class it gave him a boner. It both thrilled and scared him how easily he got hard these days. Right before last period he met up with Derek in the bathroom at the back of school where the classrooms were already closed for the day. "It's still bigger'n mine," Derek said, his voice cracking as he held their stiff cocks together to compare. Charlie liked looking at his friend so it was easy to get hard. They passed a bashful smile between them as they waited to get soft enough to put their teen-dicks back into their white briefs. Charlie didn't feel one bit guilty that he liked Derek and his other boy friends in a special way. That evening Charlie stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror to check out his smooth round boy butt for the first time. Usually he looked at his cock. He measured it every Saturday when he woke up with a morning piss hard-on that seemed like a foreign object attached where his boy-cock used to stick out. His dick got hard as he moved it to count the same twelve hairs that had sprouted last month. He finished off by flexing his muscles like the strong men he'd seen on TV, proud of his developing biceps, smooth chest and abs. In bed he jerked off twice thinking about Derek holding his cock before his hormones were spent enough to allow sleep. "TGIF, huh Champ?" his father said the next morning. "Yeah, thank God it's Friday," Charlie said through a mouthful of cereal. "You mean thank goodness," his mother said with an arched eyebrow. Charlie's dad gave him a wink. "Can I go to Tommy's after school today?" Charlie said after he'd swallowed a huge spoonful of Frosted Flakes, milk dribbling out of the side of his mouth. Tommy was a sixth grader who'd moved into the house across the street last summer. "Sure," his dad said. "Umm... okay... hey honey, why don't you get ready for school," his mother said. "And put your bedsheets into the laundry basket." Charlie went to his room and stripped the bed. There were more than a few crusty spots from where his cum had dried so he wadded the sheets into a ball and tossed them into the basket, hoping it wouldn't be noticed. He grabbed his school bag and as he came near the kitchen heard his parents talking. "But his parents are swingers," he overheard his mother say. "You can't blame the kid for that," his father said. "He seems like a good boy. "What are swingers?" Charlie said to Trevor at school later. Trevor was a boy who seemed to know all about such things. "Those are grownups who have lots of sex," Trevor said. "Why? Are your parents swingers?" Charlie's light punch to Trevor's arm answered that question. He scrunched up his face at the thought of his parents having sex. After school that day Tommy answered the door on Charlie's second knock, standing there wearing only a tight little blue speedo on his cute body, his boy-cock a little chubbed up. It wasn't the first time and Charlie knew the boy was up to something. Tommy's parents weren't home much and maybe because of that they made sure the boy had plenty of things to entertain himself. There was always plenty of pop in the fridge and snacks in the cupboards. They had a big color TV in the basement family room hooked up to cable with a lot of stations, along with a new VHS player that Tommy used to tape shows when he wasn't even home or play movies from Blockbuster. Charlie had been impressed as much by the equipment as by the fact that Tommy didn't brag on it like a lot of boys would. Charlie thought of him as a little brother who happened to live in a house across the street with different parents. "New color," Charlie said, nodding at the swimsuit. "Yeah, I like how the blue one feels," Tommy said. "All smooth and nice on my dick. You should try it," he added. Charlie couldn't resist whenever Tommy asked him something with his cute dimpled smile. He looked like Timmy from reruns of the "Lassie" show, a thin boy who was only innocent in appearance. They raced up the stairs to Tommy's bedroom. Charlie ended up falling on Tommy's bed with his bare butt in the air when he tried to put on the boy's old too-small red speedo and both boys were reduced to laughter-induced tears. "Fuck," Tommy said when Charlie rolled onto his back, his dick too big to stay in the small pouch. Charlie was surprised anybody from grade school would say that word then shocked when he felt Tommy's small hand grasp his cock. "It's big," was all Tommy said as he added his other hand to close around Charlie's hardening dick. The curious boy moved his hands up Charlie's now hard rod to see what it felt like. "Tommy... uhh... geez," he said, then looked down and saw the front of the boy's swimsuit tented out. As Tommy squeezed Charlie's cock a drop of clear pre-cum appeared. When the boy rubbed it with his thumb over it Charlie shuddered and thought he was gonna shoot. "Cool," was all Tommy said, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together before shocking the hell out of Charlie by sticking them in his mouth. "Thank you," Tommy said, like having his curiosity satisfied by stroking and tasting Charlie's cock was an everyday thing. "Wanna watch a movie?" Looking back, it was the movie they watched that day that started it all. Tommy had taped some old Steve Reeves gladiator movie and Charlie wondered why right up until the scene where some soldiers had tied the sweaty strong man to a pole, ropes around his muscular chest, a loin cloth barely covering his goods. As he watched wide-eyed his cock went full-on throbbing hard. He looked down at the pole pushing his shorts out and wished he'd worn underwear that day. He felt a slight bump on his left and looked over at Tommy, who had his right hand down the front of today's blue speedos massaging his rigid boy- cock, eyes locked on the screen. Charlie heard a muffled groan and turned to see a soldier gag the gladiator. Without conscious thought he went way beyond Tommy, pulling his shorts under his balls and grabbing his steel rod in a practiced grip. "Fuck," Tommy said and Charlie knew he'd been seen, but just didn't care. By the time the movie ended the boys had worked themselves up to an explosive state. "I want to be tied up like that," Tommy said, his voice now husky. Charlie didn't say anything. "Please. I got rope," the boy said, pleading. Then Tommy gave him a different kind of smile, kind of a dirty one that made Charlie's cock twitch. "But you gotta be in your underwear," the boy added. "Here, let me show you how," Tommy said a few moments later, and soon Charlie had the boy's hands tied behind a supporting basement pole. "Yeah, tie me all up," Tommy said, as Charlie wound the soft white nylon rope around the boy's shirtless torso then hips. When he squatted to loop the rope around Tommy's knees it brought him eye-level with the tented blue speedos. Unghhh..." Tommy moaned when Charlie bent forward to tie the boy's ankles and his forehead brushed the boy-cock. "Gag," Tommy said, nodding his head towards the knotted long white sock he'd brought out with the rope. Tommy moaned and wiggled, testing the ropes and gag then stopped as his smooth bound body shuddered, his little hips fucking the air as he had a dry orgasm. Charlie pulled out the gag, concerned for his little friend. "You okay?" "Uh huh. I got the feeling," he said. "Keep going." As Charlie put the gag back he got his own kind of feeling. Something big hit him, like suddenly knowing the answer to a tough question on a test. His whole body flushed. He was in control of Tommy. He could do whatever he wanted to his willing friend but he wasn't thinking of bad things to inflict. No, it was being in control of someone's sex that had his cock so hard be thought the head might explode. Tommy had a wild, pleading look in his eyes that drove him on. Charlie ran his fingers down the boy's smooth chest. When his thumbs rubbed Tommy's nipples the boy jerked and let out a loud moan. Charlie gave each one a light twist causing the boy's hips to start a fucking motion. He felt the boy's flat abs contract as his fingers trailed lower and looked down to see the tip of Tommy's hard dick pushing at the waistband of the speedos. His own cock had broken out and was riding an inch above his underwear's elastic, the head glistening with pre-cum. Tommy's groans became a high-pitched whimpering, like he was pleading for Charlie to touch the four-inch nail tenting out his speedos, the boy's hips fucking the air in a desperate attempt for friction. Charlie stepped forward and moved into a wide stance so their groins lined up, and pressed against the boy's gyrating hips. "Fuck," he said, unable to control his language or his own hips kicking into a jerking motion as he tried to match the boy's movements. Charlie ground against the silky nylon speedo, his exposed cockhead sliding up into the hot pre-cum slickened skin on Tommy's contracting abs as they fucked into each other. Tommy's whimpering had gone up another octave and he was jack- hammering his boy-cock into Charlie's red-hot almost-seven-incher. Tommy gave three hard jabs then stopped as the gag muffled the high- pitched hum he let out, his whole body shuddering. When Charlie felt the last jab followed by the boy's cock pulsing against his own he started shooting, rubbing his spewing cock onto the boy's abs until all that was left was an occasional twitch. Tommy lowered his head onto Charlie's chest, his sweat trickling down to join the cum connecting their torsos. Once he caught his breath Charlie untied the gag and watched as Tommy looked down at the mess then back up at him with a satisfied smile. "You're the best friend ever," Tommy said, and as Charlie held onto the boy he knew this was the sex he wanted. "Champ, we need to talk," his dad announced Saturday morning while sipping coffee in his boxers. Mom and his sister were out so he hadn't bothered with pants. He loved it when his dad called him Champ, even if it meant a serious conversation was coming. "I remember when I was your age," his dad started, and Charlie knew it was going to be a sex talk. His dad was cool so unlike many boys his age he was more curious than apprehensive about what was next. "You're old enough to cum now `cause you're an early bloomer like me." Charlie screwed up his face prompting his father to add, "Cum. Orgasm. Shoot. I frickin' hope they taught you that in health class." Charlie nodded his head. Miss Prescott had used precise medical terms to explain how sex worked and translating them had been the talk of the gym showers for a week afterwards. That's why he understood when his dad said, "I know you jerk off," then added "so does your mom." Charlie's jaw dropped open and he looked like a trapped animal. "Champ! Hey buddy it's okay to jerk off. All guys do it. I mean your mom doesn't understand why you gotta but I sure as hell do. I'm not that old." Charlie leaned forward in his chair hoping he wasn't in trouble. "See I'm responsible for talking to you about this stuff and your mom handles your sister. But..." And Charlie held his breath. "You gotta stop creaming the sheets every night," his dad said then reached down to the adjacent chair, picked up an old pair of white athletic socks and tossed them onto the table in front of Charlie. "Best friend a healthy boy like you ever had," he said then chuckled. Charlie tilted his head, unsure how wearing an old pair of his dad's socks was going to help with dirty sheets or his mom. "Oh, um, you, uh..." his dad said, blushing, then resorted to putting the sock over an extended forearm and stroking it to demonstrate. A combination of embarrassment and absurdity made Charlie chuckle then laugh out loud as his dad sat there masturbating the sock. His father joined him and they were soon reduced to tears. Charlie looked at his dad giving him the same stupid grin he wore and knew he had the best father in the world. He pondered if his dad liked guys at his age. He shuddered as he wondered if he liked them in a way that now required bringing a sock to bed. His dad bumped into him as they washed dishes and Charlie felt like when he was hanging out with his best friends. "Come with me and meet my buddy Jimmy from work. He just moved into the Smith's old house this week," his father said. Charlie tagged along because he felt he had to, not at all excited about meeting some guy from his dad's work. The front door of the house was open and boxes were stacked here and there when they walked in. When Charlie heard a thump noise he turned towards the hallway. Out walked the most handsome man Charlie had ever seen, shirtless, a smooth muscular chest with pointed nipples leading down to rippled abs, big biceps, a chiseled jaw and black nylon shorts covering a swinging dick as he moved. "Jimmy! How's the move-in going?" his dad said. "Marty, I see you made sure to show up after I unloaded the truck," Jim said. "What're friends for?" So this is what it sounds like when grownups are giving each other shit, Charlie thought, and realized he was staring at their new neighbor. "Hey there, I'm Jim," the man said, moving a toned arm out, and extending his hand for a shake. "Jerks like him think they can call me Jimmy," he added nodding towards Charlie's dad, who put on an innocent look. Charlie just stood there, transfixed by the man he saw. "Champ, say hello to the man," his father said with a gentle bump on the shoulder. "He's not usually this shy." "Umm... Hello Mr. Harris." "Please call me Jim. You must be Charlie? Or do you prefer Champ?" Jim said as the warmth of his hand made the teen's nerves tingle as they raced towards his cock. Charlie nodded his head. "You can... umm... call me Champ." "Champ it is then," Jim said, then grimaced and held his right hand as though in pain. "Your boy's got a helluva grip Marty. Champ, you must work out." It was only when his dad started laughing with Jim that Charlie knew he was being teased and joined in while blushing red. "Got a beer in the fridge?" Charlie's dad asked. "Yeah, and a coke for Champ there," Jim said. "Have a seat guys." While the men talked Charlie had to try to keep his hard dick from showing as he sat and stared at Jim, who gave him a wink and smile a few times when he caught him looking. The man was built like that gladiator in the movie yesterday and... `Fuck' Charlie thought. His cock twitched in his shorts. He pressed down on it with the cold can of coke. He couldn't help it. He imagined Jim tied up like the gladiator. His cock jerked again. Charlie saw himself tying up Jim just like he had Tommy. A single spurt of cum shot out his rock-hard teen-cock and into his blue nylon shorts. "You okay there buddy?" Jim said. "Looks like you spilled some of your coke. Here, let me get you a towel," he added as he stepped towards Charlie. "That's okay Mr. Harris... I mean Jim, I gotta get going anyway," Charlie said. "Told my friend Tommy we'd go to the mall today." "You didn't tell me about that," his dad said. "Sorry dad, forgot." "No problem, just be home by five, okay?" "Yeah dad, thanks," Charlie said. "And thank you for the coke," he added to Jim. Charlie kept his hands on the front of his shorts as he turned and left the men. "Kid can't keep it down," Marty said after Charlie had left. "I remember when I was fourteen," he added with a chuckle. " "Wow, only fourteen," Jim said, then thought `and hung.' He'd caught the sexy teen checking him out but had been careful not to let it go beyond a wink and a nod. He'd never ventured into underage teenagers and besides, Marty was a co-worker and neighbor and he knew better than to shit in his own backyard. "That's gotta be embarrassing," Jim added, having caught a whiff of fresh boy-cum when he'd offered the boy a towel. "Especially when you're packing a big one like him. Takes after the old man," Marty said with pride. "You see that new secretary in accounting?" "Hard to miss," Jim said, more about the teen's cock than Marty's question, going along with his coworker to protect his closeted image. He'd moved to suburbia after breaking up with his partner of three years, an older man who'd been a mentor and lover but had become abusive when Jim's beauty had eclipsed his own. "Good thing I'm married or I'd be poaching off your turf." Marty said. "You're responsible for my vicarious living so don't fail me." Not the turf I'm interested in, thought Jim. That one just left. Charlie ran to his house, threw open the door and raced upstairs to his bedroom where he pulled off his cum-wet shorts and tighty-whitey's in one movement, threw off his shirt and laid down on the bed. His mind played a different version of the gladiator movie he'd watched. Charlie had a sweaty, straining Jim tied to a pole, his muscles flexing as he struggled against the ropes. He was twisting the man's nipples with all his strength making him moan into a gag. Charlie imagined Jim's muffled cries repeating `no,' his big man-cock pushing out from underneath the loincloth. With one more stroke the first shot landed on his face, the second hit his open mouth and the rest sprayed his chest. He licked his lips out of reflex and tasted his own salty-sweet jizz for the first time. Charlie jerked off a record four times to his fantasized video, each version more lewd and ending with a tightly bound Jim on his knees sucking the teen's hard cock as he fucked the man's mouth. His shorts and underwear barely soaked up the huge puddle of cum on his torso and he fell asleep gripping his still-hard cock.