Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2013 20:00:58 -0700 From: Claudio Van Subject: Charlie and I 1 - GAY Everything in this story isn't real, no matter how much you are retarted to argue that it is. I neither promote child abuse here. Please try to keep yourself from your desires, please be fair to me. If it's illegal to read this in your area, go check by the window, cops might be coming. If you don't like reading this kind of story, then why are you here in the first place? You can't say Satan just typed the link on your address bar. Please don't try to plagiarize my work. Copyright 2013 Cladio Van Hey! We can talk here: kladiovan@gmail.com =============================== CHARLIE AND I -- 1 I couldn't make reforms in my life if I didn't leave the busy city of Chicago and take an apartment in a small settlement at Richmond, Indiana, called Hamsford, a typical town that was really nice and condusive to my choosen lifestlye. It was hard time lookin for a small town like Hamsford. I mean, I wished for a quiet place, with a number of trees, a crystal-clear river, a view of a mountain, and an environment where I can be all by myself. Im not a loner but, I really required those specifications because I am currently writing the best scenes of my book up to the ending. As a writer, I had to be lookin at a beautiful, naturalistic something while writing a man chasing a bomber to save the US President in his speech inside a hotel at New York. You know, such scenes need a powerful imagination. And though it may sound ironic, action scenes are best written in a peaceful environment. So, on a certain, sunlit Tuesday on August, my luck drove me here at an apartment built for a rent by a sheriff. Actually, he was from the other town. I met him when he caught me by the road for overspeeding and asked if ever he knew a place where I could stay until I finished my book. He then offered me this apartment.My first days out here were pretty awesome. I could write and read in the perfect tone, jog every morning, work out, and play some computer games at times when I couldn't think much of what will I write next. Sometimes, I go to a grocery store.One morning, when I was runnin out of snacks, I immediately headed downtown for a grocery. There I met a 12yo kid who was doin the grocery himself. Actually, we were on an aisle pickin some Kitkat bars. He smiled at me radiantly, the cutest smile I ever saw wore by a kid. He had a fuzzy blonde hair, blue eyes, still having baby fats at some portion of his body. By the way, my name is Slater Harveys, 28 years old, writing books for 5 years, single, lost a girlfriend last three months. Im gay, although I like girls for both sex and love, I prefer to have sex with men. I never got a boyfriend. I just couldn't think of how love between same sexes will work. I mean, I dont feel like giving a man a flower, or give him a date. But I can give a blowjob. He had to give me the same too. And lastly, I love kids. I teach basketball to kids at a court by the street at Chicago. But I never been sexually atracted to them, not this time I met a 12yo after three months I never had sex. "Hey buddy!" I started talking to him. "Hey." He responded shyly with a doubt on his face. Maybe I should tell him how I like talking to complete strangers, that I could get ten new friends in a day around a crowded city. "You alone?" "Yeah. Uh, I always go here alone." "At your age?" "I'm 12. I can do this grocery stuff." "Well." I said. I looked at my wrist watch. Actually, I should have been in front of the computer now, working the next pages of the book I was writing. "I think it's kinda late. See you next time buddy." I said. He smiled at me again. I strolled into the counter. At this moment, I never got some sexual images of him flashing on my mind. The kid was like someone who passes by me. But when I saw him by the sidemirror when I was pulling my car on the road and he was on his way off the grocery store, I thought differently. I stopped and offered him a ride. "Hey, how do you go home?" "Ride a taxi." He said, trying to balance the bags of groceries on his hands. "Get in here. You can keep the fare to yourself. Don't tell your mom." He smiled. Again, there came that gorgeous smile. "Where can I put these?" I got off the car and opened him the back compartment. He put the paper bags along with mine. He bent over while doing so, and I admit, I was captivated the way his ass was sculpted. When we're done, we went back inside the car. We started gettin to know each other. It was fun. His name is Charlie Traucer. He lives at the house by the brook with his mom. It was just some few hundred meters away from the house I rented. He's a cool kid. He plays soccer at school and helps his mom with the chores at home. I asked him if he ever had a girlfriend. He just laughed. I told him kids in the city got girlfriends at their young age. He was fascinated. He told me he'll be living in a big city when he grow up. He promises that to himself. On the way, he was asking a lot about Chicago that he almost forgot about going home. Fortunately, I was reminded of the brook. We stopped by the road in front of his house. "Hey, thank you." He said. "Call me Slater." I said. I hadn't notice I forgot to tell him my name. I pulled a calling card from my wallet and handed it to him. He looked at the calling card. "Im sure I will big bro, I mean, Slater." He smiled. "You full of charm lil man." I rubbed on his fuzzy hair. We got off the car and helped him take the grocery. He smiled once more and broke into their front yard. He knocks at the door and his mom opened it. She never did take a look outside and just let Charlie in. You see I never liked the kid sexually. But things change. When I was on my yard the next few days grizzlin in a loud party music, Charlie got on my phone. "Hey, sup?" "Hi Slater, can you come over here?" "At your house? Why?" "I think my moms sick." "Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes." I said then hung up. His mom was really sick. When I got there, it worsened, she got a heart attack. It scared the hell out of me. I called 911 and just after minutes, an ambulance came. A local hospital was just some hundred meters away. I felt I was so fuckin dumb. "I dont want to go to the hospital." Charlie told me. "But your mom's there." "But...I'm scared." He said. "Okay, I can be with you out there, but not now, maybe tommorow morning." "Uhm...not bad." He said. So that was how that kid Charlie stayed at my house the rest of the day. It was pain in the ass. Charlie was a hell lot troublesome. I can't concentrate on my writing sessions because of him. So I let him play with my other laptop. It was effective, I thought. The thing was, I felt scared he became so silent in front of the laptop. So I checked him out. He was watchin one of the gay porn videos I downloaded so that I could have a good time jackin off in my stay here. "Hey, where did you find that?" "At a folder. I forgot." He answered, still looking at the screen where a teenage guy sucks another teenagers. I thought he would have violent reactions, and he didn't call me gay. I was reminded I was in a small town, this kid must be on the verge of his innocence. "How did you find it?" I tried to ask him that inappropriate question. "Hey look." He stood, pulled down his khaki pants. He showed me the bulge on his white underwear. "You mean you got a hard on?" "I dont know. Its not already morning." I thought I was goin to laugh. "Lil man, its not that way. Anyway, you like what youre watchin?" He looked back at the laptop screen. "I think yes. I dont know why." "You want to jack off?" "Jack off?" "Jack off. Masturbate." "Masturbate?" "Oh lil man do you go to school?" "I do. I heard that masturbate thing in my fifth grade, but Im not sure what really it is." "Oh...uhm okay, keep watching." I said and left. I didnt know it was right to leave him eyes on the porn. It was his choice anyway. When I sat back on my laptop, I felt I got a hard on too. No, I shouldnt feel this way. I mean, I got a kid here and I shouldnt be watchin porn with him. But I thought the hard on he showed me on his underwear felt sexy. No, no way, I wont go back to him. But I just found out I was tolerating myself. I got off, pulled a chair, and sat behind him. I noticed he hadn't zipped back the zipper yet, letting the tenting on his underwear expose. "Hey, lil man." I called him. He didn't answer. His attention was stucked on the laptop screen which was now showing the teenager fuckin the other teenager. My right hand passed by him to reach for the mouse pad. I adjusted the volume so that I could hear the moaning. Well, the video was a real hard on. I crossed my left hand on his thigh, and made it jump on his underwear. Now, I found myslef massaging the tent on his underwear. His dicklet underneath pumped when my palm landed on it. It made my dick to pump too. Oh shit, I'm gettin real horny here. I let out of my dick and masturbate it with my right hand. It lfelt so heaven. My left hand on his tenting underwear, my right on my dick. Whenever I squeeze on it, his dicklet will pump and it boost precum on my piss slit. I enjoyed carresing on his hard on and feeling his balls. I opened my mouth wide and closed my eyes. Oh shit, spurts of cum spurts came along with his hotboy cum pulse by pulse pushing against the fabric up to the skin on my palm. He kept cumming on his underwear as the first three spurts of my cum hit my face. His white undewear now stained with his boy cum. Charlie said, "Man, I just peed."