I decided, as I looked at him, that he is incredibly beautiful
and I gently brush the smooth satin skin with my hand. I have
watched people’s heads turn and look at him when we are out
together. I have seen men and women stare at the beautiful boy and
I sense that they are attracted, enamored of the boy with the lithe
graceful body. I know they wonder whether I am his father or merely
a friend. The boy feels deliciously warm and his body seems to glow
with energy and life. His skin is perfectly smooth with the silky
oiliness of a child, a dry warmth emanating from a lustrous brown
body.

This morning I awoke slowly, becoming gradually aware of the
boy lying beside me, his arm draped casually over my chest, his leg
over my legs, his face pressed against my shoulder, his cheek hot
against my skin. His breath was moist against my skin as his chest
moved rhythmically though barely visible unless I looked closely.
He stirred, his body pressing closer, a slight tremble passing
through him like a little quiver and then he settled down again,
back to sleep, his body unmoving.

For a long while I looked at the boy lovingly, his dark hair
glistening in the early morning light as it filtered though the
trees outside the window, steadily getting lighter as morning came.
The boy’s hair is the color of dark mahogany, not black, but a rich
dark brown. His hair is long and slightly curly and it lay tousled
on the white pillow and over my shoulder. It is soft like silk but
it has a surprising amount of body in it. His eyes were closed, his
eyelids almost translucent, his eyebrows long and thin, almost
feminine. The boy’s lips are pale and full and they are open
slightly, revealing perfectly shaped white teeth. His skin is much
darker than mine, a golden-bronze from head to toe, not even a shade
lighter at his thighs and hips because for the last two months he
has spent almost every afternoon in the nude. He tans beautifully
but he has the advantage of his heritage. His rich dark tan comes
from our two months together on Phaenon. I should explain that
Phaenon is our 34 foot yacht. Built in Canada in 1990 and engineered
to one of the highest standards in the world, the boat is something
Rafael and I treasure for the wonderful times that we have shared
aboard it. This summer we spent two and a half glorious months
cruising down the Inter-coastal Waterway to Florida, and then
across to the Bahamas and the other islands of the Caribbean. We
returned only two days ago.

Jag’s hands, freed from duty ion the cock, slid easily over Anton’s body, massaging, pressing, brushing, tickling. He knew all of
the right spots to give attention to. When his mouth had carried Anton
beyond any chance of refusing, his fingers explored his anus – tickling the puckered hole till it relaxed. Then an exploring finger entered, searching for the walnut shape that was the prostate gland -
the seat of orgasm. When the shattering, shuddering climax came, that
gland was stimulated from inside and outside. The other hand wrested
the last ounce from the balls as the flood of seminal fluid exploded
from the spunk store, crashing through the prostate, to fly in spasmodic wads up through the straining, surging shaft, filling Jag’s
mouth and throat faster than he could cope with it, and flooding out
down the sides of the pulsing, dying rod. Later Jag licked him completely clean – ready for the companion whom Anton would certainly now
accept to share his bed for the night…

Anton was indignant at first, but the idea had been planted in his
mind, and soon spread to his loins. Though his mouth refused, his penis showed a different opinion. It soon became clear that he would
have to allow Jag to help him for there was to be no privacy for self
relief. And the painful hardness showed relief was necessary. Anton
submitted to Jag’s hands. Jag expressed a wish to help him enjoy himself as much as possible. When the act was thoroughly underway, and
his hands were controlling Anton to a near climax, he had suggested
that Anton allow him to use his mouth to make the act even more pleasurable. Anton, who if in a less excited state who most certainly have
recoiled from the suggestion, gave a silent acquiescence to Jag, whose
warm mouth soon enclosed his shaft.

Jag had then taken his clothes off and had lain on his bed reading. After a while he expressed surprise that Anton was still dressed
and asked him if he were feeling cold. He explained that the heating
in the rooms was automatically increased in the later evenings. Anton
had then removed all but his underpants.

It was fairly obvious that Anton had been observing Jag’s body,
and Jag had been trying his best to show his best features without
making it too obvious that he know he was been examined. Clearly Anton
was too virginal to make any overtures, so Jag took the initiative. He
asked Anton if he had had sexual release that day. He stated that he
would be obtaining relief himself with a friend later, but stated that
he would be happy to assist Anton if he required it, and that he would
try to have the another friend fetched so that Anton could have someone to sleep with himself if he desired.

But Klaudio gave the merest touch with the side of his bent fore-
finger to the underside of the glans. The corona of the penis flared.
He moved his other hand to cup above the shaft, as if warming himself
at its heat. Then slowly he began a two hand movement – the lower hand
a gentle fist the lower joints of whose fingers formed a knobbly flat
platform moving along the underside of the penis, while the other hand
formed a coving arched over the fist, gently trapping the shaft be-
tween them. Slowly it moved up and down the tool, sometimes gripping
enough to move the skin over the hard shaft, sometimes barely grazing
it. Sometimes the hands would move at different speeds, chafing the
surface; sometimes the knuckles or the joints of the fist would be
brought into play, their harder knobbles kneading the surface.

But Klaudio knew what he was doing. He had become a doctor with a
friendly but detached beside manner. He looked at Anton’s face more
than his organ, obviously concentrating hard on his pronunciation.

Then he decided to go for it. With one hand he made the unmistakeable gesture on the forefinger of his other of frigging, and repeated
the word for wank three times. He looked expectantly at Anton. “Do you
want me to wank you.” It was a neutral request – still the friendly
doctor offering treatment. Anton froze. Klaudio looked at him patiently, and was just at the point of asking again, when Anton grabbed
at his hand and pulled it into the general vicinity of his groin. He
closed his eyes, flung his head back and gripped the sheets. The patient was tensed for the cut of the knife!

Too late did his ball hand clutch for the towel, for the first wad
was already airborne, flying to land above his navel. The twist of his
body sent the second jetting to a splatter on the side mirror. He was
obviously very full, for the third spasm also sent a glob into the
air, landing on his still pumping wrist. He spasm again and again, but
this time producing floods of more liquid spunk which flowed warmly
down onto the top of his hand. He spasmed a six and seventh time too,
but this time nearly dry – just a wide working of the glistening eye
of his dick. Then the pent-up breath was released.

He closed the book, laid it flat on his stomach, and passed a hand
down to grasp his shaft, then he began the work of the hand on the rod
of iron. His technique was obviously practised, but unsophisticated.
Writhing; delicious: he was a toe wiggler. The thigh muscles filled -
full buns with deep side hollows and a clean division between the
curve of the bun and the straighter convexity of the under-thigh. As
the knees came up, the deep top grooves were clear, and most inviting.

The first stage of erection was complete, the ridge of skin below
the corona disappearing into smoothness as the penis filled to its
last inch. He used the towel to remove some of the stickiness from his
plum, wincing a little at the touch of the rough cloth.

Still Anton just lay there, admiring what was certainly very much
to be admired. Then he reached up for a picture book, the stiff member
wobbling in its weak rooting as his upper body arched. He brought the
picture of one beauty to the surface of the bed beside his loins. He
held the open book above his midriff for a long time, look at it, but
making no attempt to stimulate his organ. Apart from the occasionally
pulsing which is natural in an unattended erection, there was no obvious reaction in his tool.

He transferred his forefinger to the other side of the shaft, and
hooked it below it, supporting it so that the glans, by now doubled in
size, was raised up. His thumb rubbed the upper surface of the shank,
and more fingers joined in the support. He took the hand away, to re-
assure himself of the presence of the towel, to catch the sperm and
perhaps to cover himself in case of an intrusion. When he removed his
hand, the shaft supported itself.

I hadn’t had a lot of experience but I’ve sucked and been sucked
and I jacked off with one of my friends and
not just a few times.

We talked some more. I hadn’t really thought about doing
anything with Jamey but as our
legs sometimes touched, it certainly crossed my mind. At first I
wasn’t comfortable talking about sex with a nearly naked guy in my sleeping bag but he brought it up. He asked me
when was the first time I’d had sex.

“You mean with a girl?” I didn’t even think about the
ramification of what I had said. He paused.

“No…with anybody.”

I thought about it for minute. “Well, I fooled around when I was
about nineteen with a girl but we didn’t do much….When I was about
your age…I’ll admit it…I had a jack off friend. He was my
best friend. It was better than doing it alone.”

Jamey didn’t say anything and that worried me…here I was in a
sleeping bag with him and both of us were in our underwear.
“Does that bother you?”

“No…I have a friend who asked me if I wanted to watch him jack
off…but I just didn’t want to…I’m not sure why.”

I prodded him. “You WERE a little curious, tho, weren’t you?”

“Yeah….I’ve thought about it some since then.”

“Yeah…that’s how we started out.”

“You did it more than once?” Jamey asked.

“Did you guys ever suck each other?” Jamey was getting pretty
curious…more than just a little, I thought.

“Yeah…and this has making my dick hard…are you sure you wanna
talk about this?” My honesty sometimes even takes me by
surprise.

“Well we don’t have to…I’m just curious,” he answered.

“Well, if you’re that curious, we can do more than talk…I don’t
mind at all.”

“Well, I’m a little shy…that’s okay.”

I turned onto my side and faced him. And I reached over and
grabbed his outside arm and gently pulled him towards me so he
then rolled over and we were face to face.

“I’m not so bashful,” I whispered. “But what about Chad?”

“Hey, he’s out like a light…always is.”

I moved my legs and slipped one between his calves just below the
knees. Jamey was much shorter than I. And I reached my hand
down, found his penis and gave him a little squeeze through his
underwear. He was hard.

“You’re not CURIOUS…you’re READY,” I giggled quietly and then I
massaged his dick some more. It was sticking straight towards me
under his shorts. Then I reached for his hand which was still at
his side and brought it down to my own hard cock. He squeezed my
meat and I went back to squeezing his. He started jacking me
off.

“Go easy, pal” I said. “Lets make this last.” I couldn’t see
his face in the darkness of the tent but I heard his exhale so I
knew he grinned. “I’m getting plenty warm in here now, Jamey”

“That’s for sure,” he agreed. I stopped playing with his dick
and ran my hand across the top of his hip and to his waist and
back.

“Let’s get out of these…lift your hips up.” He did and with
that, I reached down and slipped his underwear down onto his
thighs. He kicked them down and as he did so, I slipped my own
jockeys off. “Total body,” I said and I pulled his shirt up
towards his arms. He took the cue and leaned away from me and
slipped off his shirt. When he finished, I did the same.

I sat facing him. We talked a few minutes but very few for it
was getting too chilly. I followed his lead and slipped into my
bag as he got into his own. The opening of the two bags faced
each other so we laid there face to face and talked. I really
was cold because I wasn’t used to this and I told him I wasn’t
sure I was going to be able to survive.

“I need somebody to keep me company in here…to warm me up,” I
ventured.

“Well, Chad and I used to sleep together…it IS warmer that
way.”

The prospect of warming up next to Jamey warmed me for a couple
reasons. “Well I sure don’t mind if YOU don’t….youre place or
mine?”

Jamey’s eyes twinkled, innocently, I think. “Your place…you’ve
got the bigger sleeper. He unzipped and then I did and I opened
up the sleeping bag for him. Jamey opened his all the way and
spread it out on top of us to make a top cover and then he
crawled in. There was plenty of room in this bag for me but when
he got into it and zipped us up together, it was cozy. We’d
brought pillows from the house so we were comfortable enough but
as we laid on your backs, we were touching and I admit to
enjoying that touch. I had told him earlier about my experiences
with girls but I didn’t tell him that I also enjoy boys too.

Gay Gym Encounter

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and drew in my breath, preparing myself for
the next set. Looking up to begin, I gasped at what I saw.
It was him! He was here! The most gorgeous guy I knew was a mere twenty feet
away from me! Quickly, I pulled my gaze away, fearful that he would register
the fact I was staring at his wonderful form.
Occasionally I had seen him here at the University gym, I knew not his name or
his department, but I knew i adored him. He seemed to normally go at a
different time to me; I prefer to exhaust myself last thing at night, after the
days labs and classes, the few times I was able to go through the day, were the
times I had seen him previously. Usually I excercised in solitude, now there
was another in the otherwise quiet, empty gymnasium.
I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over to his amazing physique. Dressed in
a pair of black cotton rugby shorts and a black training vest his deeply tanned
body rippled with muscle from head to toe, making my athletic body look puny in
comparison. Wih every stride of his tree-trunk thighs the muscled bunched and
quivered, striations criss-crossing the deep v-shaped seperations. As he
breathed the thin vest strained against a huge, deep chest, matched by his
barn-door shoulders and massive arms dwarfing a tiny waist below.
To cap it all, the bastard had the face of an angel!
Smooth tanned skin, set off by sparkling white teeth, brilliant laser blue
eyes, and neatly shorn dark brown hair…
He turned away from me, to set down the sports bag slung across his broad
shoulders – I gasped to see his back spring into life – with every move of his
arms, the thick muscles bunched and flexed under his skin. Oh that this Adonis
were mine !
As he bent over, with his tight ass and thick, powerful legs full on show to
me, I could feel the blood begin to pound in my head and I started to stiffen.

With a start, I broke out of my lustful trance and mentally shook myself. The
guy was probably straight, all the best ones were – what was the point, was it
worth making a pass at him to get the crap beaten out of me if he objected?
Regretfully I turned to my weights and continued my biceps curls, glancing
across occasionally to watch him warm up, stretching that incredibly tall
frame.
Hoping he wouldn’t notice, I watched him bend over, flat footed, to press his
palms to the floor, he then proceeded to straighten up, then do the splits -
what suppleness! Again I managed to break my gaze and continue my reps.

A few minutes later I was startled from my closed-eyed concentration by a hand
on my shoulder. “Excuse me buddy..”, said a warm,deep voice, “, I was wondering
if you’d mind spotting my bench press..?”
Snapping my eyes up, I found myself staring straight into his beautiful eyes.
I forced words from my suddenly tight throat, “Yeah, sure, hang on and i’ll put
these back, I’ll be with you in a minute..”
I stumbled over to the weights rack, paused, and took a deep breath.
I’d better try and calm down in case he got suspicious..
Straightening up, I strode over to the bench next to which he was standing,
accompanied by the pounding of my heart in my ears – he was HUGE, god knows
how tall he was, well over my height of six feet, his frame dwarfed me -
suddenly making my knees feel weak..
“Thanks, my name is Andrew by the way, pleased to meet you.”
He shook my hand warmly, making my skin tingle at his touch.
“Hi, I’m Gavin, no problem, I don’t mind helping you out – what weight do you
want to start with?”
I helped load up the barbell, soon he was positioned under it, I above,
standing with my hands ready. He took the bar in his hand and pushed, lifting it
off with a clank he pushed out reps, his chest swelled enormously with each
deep breath, and my eyes wandered down his frame. Still paying close attention
to his safety I felt myself getting excited by the large outline the straining
cloth of his shorts revealed.
Soon it was my turn beneath the bar, I tried to ignore the temptation of his
crotch hovering above me, hanging heavy with its large load in the soft cotton
comfort of his tight fitting shorts.
After much gasping and heaving on both our parts he said he felt he had done
enough, I conceeded defeat also, made my excuses and headed to the shower,
explaining i was tired, telling him I’d see him another time..

I breathed a sigh of relief as i turned the door and headed up the stairs, it
had been taking all my willpower not to get hard as I basked in the feeling of
his huge prescence. I stripped and headed for the shower…

The steaming, hot water felt wonderful on my warm skin – I soaped my body and
began running my hands over my tanned chest imagining what his loving touch
would feel like. I groaned as I began to harden at the thought of his strong
body pressed closely to mine, kissing me deeply, taking me completely.
Sliding my hands further down I stroked the hair around my thick, throbbing
shaft, letting my fingers slide further I caressed the slippery skin between my
thighs. Getting more excited with each passing breath, I moved my left hand
around to my rear, and stroked the tight, firm cleft of my ass. I encircled my
straining cock with my right and slowly stroked it while i tentatively pushed a
forefinger up my eager hole. Oh, that felt wonderful! Reluctantly I withdrew,
it was too risky to be so bold here, what if someone came and should discover
me! Resisting the temptation to continue, I rinsed myself off, took my towel
from the rack, and sat down next to my clothes.
The passion that had gripped my pulsing member refused to be ignored, and my
mind wandered back to Andrew. He was the only one here, and should not return
here for at least an hour! I could resist my urge no longer, leaning back in
the bench I rested against the wall, closed my eyes, and took my cock again.
Slowly beating myself off I focussed Andrew in my mind, imagining he was my
lover, feeling his hard muscled arms encircling me, his eager mouth sucking my
breath from me with every hot kiss.

A strong hand grabbed my wrist.

Startled I opened my eyes, fear gripping my heart, I looked straight into the
eyes of my fantasy lover. His eyes bored into mine, terrified I jerked up in my
seat. Without a word his massive arms pushed me back, unable to move I watched
in disbelief as he firmly took my cock in his grasp and thrust in deep into his
mouth.
My body sang with pleasure as with amazing power his strong lips encircled my
hard dick, caressing the head with his moist tongue. I threw my head back at
the wonderful sensations playing up and down my throbbing shaft. Eyes closed I
began fucking his mouth, driving my cock deep into his throat with every strong
thrust of my hips. Flashes of colour sped in front of my closed lids as I
revelled in the pleasure he was giving me, I could feel a flood rising from
deep within as I ran my fingers through his soft hair, feeling the eagerness of
his firm lips driving me to approaching orgasm. Suddenly the flood broke, I
gasped aloud and my whole body tensed as I felt the fire spurt from me. With
one last thrust my whole body straightened, I almost passed out with the
intensity as I drove my cock deep into his throat one last time, flooding it
with my cum. Explosions flashed across my mind, swelled, and slowly died…
Panting, I opened my eyes to see Andrew smiling at me, wiping the fluid from
his lips. To shocked to say a word I gave him a blank look of disbelief.

“Sorry about that, I couldn’t help myself…I’ve seen you in here a few times
before but I’ve never had the guts to approach you, I’m terribly sorry…”
His voice trailed off, as he stood up to leave. I put an arm around his waist
to stop him, finally words managed to escape my throat. “Oh god, no don’t be
sorry, that was wonderful, please don’t go….”
He looked back at me, I could feel my legs going weak again at his intense
stare. “I want to spend the night with you.”
I felt as if I were in a dream come true, this couldn’t be happening, it was
too unexpected to feel real….I nodded consent and turned to dress, as did he.

As we left the sports centre I turned to him, he smiled back at me. Was this
really happening, was I sure I was not just dreaming? Here I was with the one
person I wanted above all others, the one I had been falling in love with for
months. I was about to become his completely, and he would finally be mine!
His beautiful smiling face, assured and trusting, satisfied any doubts that
remained, I didn’t know what I was about to get myself into, but I knew I
wanted it……

“Do you live far from here..?” I asked, trying to calm myself down as i
pondered on the possible foolishness of my decision.
“Not far, I live on campus.”
I think he must have noticed I was nervous.”You’ve not done anything like this
before have you?” Andrew asked.I looked at him, his large blue eyes seemed to
look into every part of me, I shook my head and smiled.
“I still don’t know if i’m doing the right thing.” I answered.
“If it helps, neither do I, this is new to me too.” he assured me.
Reaching over he took my hand in his, squeezing gently, he looked up and smiled
at me, his face beaming trust.”You don’t have to if you don’t want to you know,
i’m not going to drag you by the hair or anything…”
I looked him in the eye, my mind made up, “I’ve decided, let’s go.”

He patted me on the back, gave me back my hand, and lead me up the hill from
the sports complex, towards the Halls Of Residence.We chatted on the way, I
told him that I was studying chemistry, in my third year, he enthused about his
biology course, told me about his family, there was just himself and his
mother, him having lost his father when he was young.I cracked a few jokes to
liven the atmosphere, he duly laughed.
As we passed the shopping complex, he stopped, and darted off saying he’d be
back in five minutes – I stood confused, perhaps he had chickened out? I
watched him run off, his powerful muscled propelling his long legs into huge
strides…what a giant of a guy he was…

He returned with a smirk on his face, refusing to tell me what was up – I
couldn’t be bothered asking what he was up to, Instead i asked him the number
of his apartment.”I’ll race you…!”
We sped off up the hill, within a few minutes it became clear he was a lot
fitter than I, and faster to, he beat me by miles..
Panting I stood hunched over as he fumbled for his keys, unlocking the door, he
beckoned me inside, turning on the light for me as I walked in…
The sight that greeted me was a pleasant surprise. Instead of the typical messy
student flat, before me was a smartly furnished modern apartment!
Andrew noticed my surprise,”Yeah, I guess I’m kinda houseproud, would you like
a drink, coffee, tea?”
“Coffee will do fine, where shall I hang my coat?”
He motioned towards a door to my left, and blushed slightly.
“Erm, the bedroom I suppose, here let me.”
He strided over to me, and I stopped, grabbing his arm.My heart raced at the
bulk of hard muscle of his upper arm, on the spur of the moment I reached up
and drew his head to me, kissing him gently on the lips.He responded with a
passion; sliding his mighty arms around my chest he drew me close to him.
Kissing him deeply, i slid my hands around to hold him, hugging him tightly,
lost in the moment I could feel only his strong demanding lips pressed onto
mine, his probing tongue dancing with mine, sucking the breath from me,
crushing me in his fire.
Without a word we broke, our eyes met and locked, slowly, he bent slightly,
lowering his hand to my knees.As if I were a mere child he lifted me into his
powerful arms, I felt like I weighed nothing.
Slowly he walked over to the door, reaching down I open it, and we stepped
inside.
The room was in semi-darkness as he set me down on a large, soft bed, and
turned to switch on the light.A soft glow spread from small lights along the
top of the wall, illuminating the room with a misty light.
The room was comfortably furnished, a desk with textbooks open stood in one
corner, large soft armchairs and a television in the other.
The double bed upon which he placed me, was something else, I expected
something dark and masculine to be covering it, his bedspread was a large
double divan `Garfield’ with matching pillows! Only then I noticed the
wallhangings, large rugs, and oils of beautiful landscaped hung in the soft
light – what a paradox this hulk of a guy was, apparantly herd on the outside,
but what a soft interior he had!
Andrew sat on the bed next to me, slowly extending a hand to me, he traced a
line from my eyes, down my nose, across my cheekbones, lingering on my ear,
then down my kneck.As he kissed me there he slid my jacket off my shoulders.
Then he slowly unbuttoned my shirt revealing once again, my broad, hairy chest.
His fingers toyed with the black hair a moment before going to the belt on my
jeans; loosening the buckle, he pulled me to my feet, kissing me briefly once
again. I was, by this time, hardening rapidly. His gentle hands slipped beneath
the shirt at my shoulders, reaching behind to my shoulder bladed, he pulled the
shirt off my body, letting it fall to the floor.
Next the button on my jeans, and the zip were opened, and slid to the floor…
Soon i was naked before him, my cock was fully hard and jutted out from my
body, twitching with each loud beat of my heart.
“Undress me now” he whispered.
Beneath his jacket there was only a t-shirt stretched over his massive chest.
I rolled it up, and as he lifted his arms I gasped with awe as his lats
flared wide, “God, you’re beautiful!” I whispered.
I breathed heavily with excitement as i slipped the thin material off his warm
body, feeling the muscles ripple under his skin at my touch.His jeans soon
joined the pile of clothes on the floor, and I removed both our socks, leaving
him at last in only his briefs.I paused, wondering at what i would find,
remembering the large bulge I had seen beneath his shorts at the gym.Would i be
able to take it?
Looking at him standing in front of me, the promise of something huge pressing
against his underwear, and the stiff ereection thrusting out from me, I decided
now was the time to find out. Bending down onto my knees in front of him, i ran
my hands around his huge thighs, caressing the warm skin.I brought one hand up
to the bulge in his pants, and he twitched.With one hand on either side of his
waist, I pulled his briefs down.
“Fucking sweet jesus!” I looked up him, gazing down at me.
I’ve never had one this big, you’re huge, bloody enormous!”
He pulled me up to him, pressing his naked body against mine, his very stiff
cock pressed hard against my stomach, as he looked me straight in the eye.
“I love you, I want you, but I don’t want to hurt you, if anything we do hurts,
please tell me, and I’ll stop.”
I nodded, and stepped onto the bed, waiting for him. Andrew paused to get
something from his jacket pocket, and lay his enormous torso next to me.
“What is all this about?” I queried?
He showed me what he had been holding, lubricant, and condoms.
“I thought it might help if I got these, might put your mind at rest, I don’t
have any nasty diseases or anything, but I thought it might put your mind at
rest….” In reply, I just kissed him.
He lay on his back and I slipped my rigid cock into his mouth, he sucked more
gently this time, not wanting me to come too quickly.
I bent over, and approached his monstrous dick, placing both hands around it’s
trunk I pulled back the foreskin, putting the huge swollen head on full view.
I hesitated to go further, could i fit it in? It looked too big, its girth was
as thick as my wrist! Slowly I moved my open mouth towards it, opening my jaws
wide to accommodate it’s massive head.Even with my jaws fully open it brushed
against my stretched lips, soon I had it completely enfolded in my warm, wet
mouth.Tentativly I moved my tongue over the hard head, Andrew let out a loud
groan and gently thrust his hips, pushing against my lips, shoving a little
more of the length into me. I spread saliva over the monster inside my mouth,
making it as slippery as possible, slowly I drew more in, lubricating it on
it’s way. My tongue was soon pressed flat to the floor of my mouth as it was
completely filled by his huge member. Moving my head in time to the pulsing of
his sucking mouth around my cock I slid Andrew’s mammoth penis in and out of my
mouth. I closed my eyes and focussed my mind on my task, not wanting to hurt
him by scraping the girth along my teeth I tried to hold it away with my
lips. I could feel the thick veins that snaked along it’s length as they passed
in my lips and tongue, Andrew started moving his hips again, slowly he fucked
his large cock in and out of my mouth as he sucked eagerly on mine.
All I could feel were his lips around my dick, engulfing me, and his
wonderfully huge, hard cock as it went deep into my mouth. I moved my right
hand down to below his balls, and slowly slid it between the firms cheeks of
his ass, at my soft touch he groaned in pleasure. I went further, carefully I
pushed against his asshole with my index finger, he sucked harder on my cock as
I slid my probing digit into his rectum. I began fucking his ass with my
finger, in response he groaned again, and grabbed by cheeks with both of his
hands, kneeding them firmly in his powerfull grip.In and out we sawed in time,
me in his ass, he in my mouth, he started quickening the pace, and finally
grabbed me, pulling me off him.
“That was wonderful, but i don’t want to come just yet, i want you to fuck
me..”, he panted.
He turned over to his front, and motioned to the lubricant and condoms by the
bed. I oiled his ass cheeks, and hole carefully, and slipped on the condom, on
my cock it was a tight fit, what about him?
I placed a leg on either side of his waist and opened his cheeks with one hand.
Carefully, I placed the hard head of my cock over his ass, and leaning over
him, started to gently push my way inside.He stiffened slightly, and I halted.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, keep going, that feels wonderful…” he replied.
I readied myself, and slowly eased the head of my cock in, Andrew gasped once,
then seemed to breath easier once in was in.I began thrusting smoothly, soon I
was all the way in, I could feel hot flesh enclosing my sex, wanted so badly
to fuck him.
“Screw me..” He whispered.
I let myself lie on top of him, feeling the huge mass of him, as I started
pumping his asshole, he gasped and began thrusting in time with me.I lay on top
of him and slid my arms underneath his shoulders ,holding him close to me,
revelling in the feeling.I buried my cock all the way up him, then pulled out
almost all the way, to thrust straight up, again and again, Andrew started
gasping in ecstasy and I fucked him wildly, I could feel the old familiar surge
building within me, and I clasped him tighter to me, sweat drippped off me as I
slammed my groin against him.Suddenly orgasm was upon me, I gave him one last
thrust, all the way, deep into his bowels, as I was swept away on a flood of
pleasure.I lay motionless inside him, stars reeling through my mind, numbness
blanketing my senses as I span in the darkness.
Shortly I came round, and pulled my length out of him, I gasped for breath,
exhausted from the effort I had expended. I lay beside him on the bed, and he
smiled at me, “That was great, God, I almost came.” he said, I pulled closer to
him, and kissed him again..
“My turn now.”, I whispered.
Secretely a part of me dreaded what was to come, I was unsure if I could even
begin to cope with his massive member, but I wanted to try, I wanted to be
fucked by my lover….
As I turned over, Andrew prepared himself, the condom was pulled so tightly
around his penis, the thick veins stood out in stark profile, he was so huge!
I lay on my front and closed my eyes, i could feel his massive form kneeling
over me and shortly his fingers were in the cleft of my arse. He took great
care to lubricate me thoroughly, then he started to finger-fuck me to loosen
the rings of muscle around my anus.I started to relax at the pleasurebale
sensations he was giving me, it felt so good.After he felt I had loosened
enough, in slipped another finger, joining the first in blissfully sliding in
and out of my tight ass. With great care, he slipped another finger into me,
only when he thought I was loose enough.After about fifteen minutes, with great
care ond patience on his part, he had four of his strong fingers sliding in nd
out of me. Slowly he stopped, and applied even more lubricant, i lay quiet
knowing what was to come.
“Remember, tell me to stop if it hurts too much, I dont want to cause you
pain, Gavin.”
I nodded agreement, and make a quite promise; Andrew wanted this, and so did I,
even if I was in afgony, I would say nothing. I concentrated and focussed all
my attention on my arsehole, willing it to relax, so as to let his huge dick
past into my bowels.I closed my eyes, and felt a pair of very strong hands
spreading the cheeks of my ass.
“Right, here we go.” I thought to myself.
I felt the head of his mighty member brush against the spread cheeks of my ass
as he placed the huge head against the partially relaxed hole. As i had done
before, he leaned over me, and slowly pushed. The cock that felt so large
inside my mouth, now felt like a tree branch pushing against me.I willed myself
not to panic, or tense my hole as he gently began to push. I felt my ass-hole
dilate in respose, the very tip of his huge blunt head penetrated me.
“Are you sure you want all of this?” my concerned lover asked, “Yes, don’t
stop, please, not now…” I replied.
The strength of his pushing increased, my small hole approached its limit, even
though only half of his head was through into me. I gritted my teeth, and lay
in silence, the pain started to build, my asshole felt as if it were being
heated, the huge dick continued to force its way in. The stretching continued,
i thought i was going to scream, the pain was intense now, i thought i was
going to split in two with this huge monster being pushed into my bowels, but
still i remained silent. I started to sweat, how much more of it could there
be, i couldn’t take much more! Just as i was about to scream past my clenched
teeth, the head finally pushed its way in, there was a flash of pain like fire
searing across my asshole, and an amazing sensation as the trunk of his
enormous dick slid deep into me.I felt it reach the very depths of my bowels -
filling me as i had never been before, and knew no one could fill me again.
I though i had a baseball bat rammed up me as he slowly started to slide up and
down my arse; i could feel the rings of muscle around my tightly stretched
arsehole being pulled and pushed as he fucked my arse. Andrew leant over and
started kissing my kneck, hungrily he sucked at my skin as he screwed me to the
bed, time lost all meaning for me as my mind concentrated on the massive dick
deep in my bowels, filling my mind with pleasure.I felt him quicken the pace,
gasping for air as he pushed with his whole body, ramming deep into me as he
approached orgasm, his arms encircled my chest, and i took his whole weight on
top of me, as he fucked me with a fury.He started gasping aloud, moaning as he
reamed ever deeper into me, opening my body to new heights of pleasure and
ecstasy.With a loud gasp he thrust painfully into me with all his might, and
collapsed with a scream on top of me, gasping for breath.I felt the length of
his monster dick pulse inside me as it squirted out gout after gout of cum
against the condom.Andrew could only hold me as he was swept away on a flood of
orgasm, panting with exhileration on top of me.
Slowly his breath steadied, “Jesus Gavin, that was amazing, thank you..oh god..”
He supported himself on his hands, and slowly pulled his the whole of his
massive member out from my hole, it relaxed gratefully.
He lay on the bed next to me, his huge cock was starting to wilt.He placed his
arms around my kneck and kissed me, “I think i’m falling in love with you..”
In my exhaustion i just beamed at him, then i kissed him back and pulled him
close to me, “I love you too…”

After taking turns to clean ourselves in the bathroom, we returned to bed.
I enclosed his massive chest in my arms and snuggled into him, feeling his warm
body, the beautiful hardness of him, the massive bulk, and was glad that at
last he was finally mine.In perfect happiness we slept in each others arms, not
caring what tommorrow would bring, but merely basking in the warm glow of
each others love.

I’m sitting in my chair, nursing a vodka tonic, a drink I don’t
really like but makes me feel more mature, and I notice this guy’s been
looking at me for about twenty minutes now and while at first he made me
uncomfortable, I’m slowly getting used to it. The song they’re playing is
called “Fingerfoc” and it’s by a band that calls itself Friends of
Carlotta. I don’t know what this means but it is danceable nonetheless.
I want to get up and dance, but I don’t want to leave my drink
sitting there and they’re not allowed on the dance floor–drinks that is.
I look back to my right and he’s still looking at me. He maintains the
stare long enough to let me know he’s looking at me and then I guess he
get’s nervous because he turns and looks away after a few more seconds.
I suck down the last of the vodka and then take an ice cube into my
mouth before getting up to dance to “Warlock” by Skinny Puppy. I have this
problem with the video that accompanies this song because it is so
outrageously violent and sadistic, but somehow I’m still drawn to it. I
wish I could explain the emotion.
Another emotion I wish I could explain was how I feel about this
man who’s been watching me. He’s not bad looking, but that’s not always a
clear sign as to what one can expect personality-wise. The song ends and I
notice that he’s been watching me dance and that makes me feel really
uncomfortable because I feel like I’ve been put on display for him and that
does nothing for me except make me feel like a piece of meat and I tend to
think of myself (most of the time) as a little bit more than that.
I wonder if I want to get to know this guy and really before I have
a chance to decide the matter for myself, he walks up to me and asks me if
he can buy me a drink. I’m not a fool and I’m running short on funds so I
acquiesce by letting him buy me a rum and coke(T). He comes back a few
minutes later, sets the drink down and then ever-so-politley asks me if he
may sit down. I ask myself what it can hurt, and I would have trouble
telling a total stranger that just spent four dollars on me to fuck off
completely. I owe him so much.
He sits down and for about a minute just ignores me. At first I’m
dumbfounded. Is this all he wanted, literally just to sit down beside me?
How queer.
About the time I complete this thought he turns to me and says,
“So, what’s your name?”
“Chris. What’s yours?”
“Mike, my name’s Mike.”
I just nodded. I didn’t really know how to respond to this whole
thing. It was something I wanted, but it was something I was afraid of.
“So,” I said, “Do you come here just for the music or the people?”
“The music, I really like the music. Why do you come here?”
“Well, when I first started coming, it was to try and meet people,
but after a while I kind of gave up on that and now I just concentrate on
having a good time.”
“Do you usually have a good time when you come here?”
I replied with a smile and left it at that. One of those smiles
I’ve patented where I purse my lips on one side of my face and the rest of
my lips are left to cross to my ears in a straight horizontal line.
“How long have you been coming here?” I ask.
“Well, I first started coming here about a year and a half ago and
at first it was like you said, I started coming here to meet people, but i
learned that there were certain nights you came to have fun and there were
certain nights you came when you wanted to pick somebody up.”
“So what kind of night is tonight?” I asked.
“I decline to answer,” he offered.
“I decline to let you continue unless you answer,” I offered.
“Can I tell you later.”
“Yeah.”
“So how old are you?” Mike asked.
“Nineteen. How old are you?”
“Twenty-two. Do you have a fake or something?”
“Yes.”
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get caught using it?”
“That’s not something I worry about too much. Why were you looking
at me?”
“Because I find you atractive.”
“Really? What about me do you find attractive?” I was more than
just a little curious as to what another man would find attractrive about
me.
“I don’t know, just something about the way you look.”
“OH.”
“I don’t know.”
“So you’re gay?” I asked him, as if by now it wasn’t more than just
a little apparent.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t say that about a month ago, but I’m getting
better at that. Do your parents know?”
“Why should they? It’s none of their business who I’m sleeping
with. If I moved in with some guy then I guess I might mention it to them,
but otherwise, I don’t think it’s anything dear old mom and pop need to
wrestle with. Do your parents know?”
“Hell no! That’s the last thing I think I would care to drop on my
parents at Thanksgiving or some other family-oriented holiday like that.”
“Say,” he said, and I can’t believe he said it, “Do you want to go
some where else and talk?”
Me being the idiot and completely naive, thinking, oh yeah sure,
says, “Yeah, I guess, where do you want to go?”
“Well we could go to my place.”
“You’re place? Where do you live?”
“Over near Ludlow Heights. Do you know the area?”
“Yeah,” I looked up to the sky.
“Do you want to follow me there?”
“Sure,” I said, “sure.”
I got up, conscious and sure that everyone in the club was watching
us and knew that I’d let him pick me up and that we were going back to his
apartment for probably more than just an in-depth discussion on East-Asian
politics or something like that. No, the hard-on in my pants had to have
given this one away. Never until this point had I thought my dick was this
big, but then whenever I would prefer to be a little less noticeable, I’m
usually a little more noticeable.
The whole drive over to Ludlow Heights, one which typically takes
only about ten minutes, I kept contemplating whether or not I should just
turn off and go home. I just didn’t have a good feeling about this and I
kept thinking what a sleaze I must seem to be. Here I’ve known this guy a
whole ten minutes and I’m following him home for what will most likely be a
night of torid, disgusting, (wonderful, exuberant, fantifying) SEX.
Of course I didn’t turn off before I got there and I pulled up
right behind him with a huge grin on my face when I got out of my car.
He also seemed just a bit happy by the whole situation, and I don’t
know if I could blame him: he’d been watching me and he’d wanted me and
he’d gotten me. (I think. I think I’ve made up my mind.)
I walked into his room and one of the first things I did was to
turn on one of the lights because I trusted him, but one can’t be too
careful. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink and I declined, then
changed my mind and took a glass of water from him. I walked around his
apartment, fascinated by the way it seemed that this gay man lived his life
as normally as any heterosexual man. The only give-away as far as I could
tell were the two pornographic magazines that he had laying on his kitchen
counter. I asked him if he masturbated and he shyly replied yes, he
reciprocated the question in my favor. I said yes matter-of-factly and
moved on through the apartment to take in as much as I could.
I sat down on his couch and asked if I could take off my shoes. He
told me I could do whatever I wanted and I took that as a sign of his
submissiveness although I knew that if anything was going to happen, I
wasn’t going to be the one to insigate anything.
I slouched down on the couch and spilled the drink into my throat
taking in the lushness of the water. He knelt down in front of me and began
to massage my feet. The glass in my hand went to lay against the back of
the couch ad my head went back also to stare at the ceiling. I didn’t
remember a foot massage as being so sensual.
He took my socks off. I started to protest to his disrobing, but i
had trouble being so hypocritical considering the difficulty I was having
once again hiding my manhood. Is manhood an oxymoron in the present
situation?
My heart started beating faster when I realized he wasn’t just
interested in my feet anymore and that he had started massaging my calves
and was working his wonderfully powerful hands up my legs and making me
feel incredibly relaxed considering the situation.
He told me that he couldn’t have me feeling so uncomfortable and
that if I would just relax I would enjoy myself a whole lot more. Then he
asked me if there was anything I would prefer he not do. I said “no.” I
said, “Do whatever you like.”
I guess he took that as a sign of my submisiveness and that’s
probably the point that the whole eveing took a differnt route.
He stopped just rubbing my legs but put his mouth to my jeans as if
he were kissing me although I have a hard time saying he was kissing my
jeans. Anyway, I was incredibly turned on, but I continued to just look up
at the ceiling and turn my head and take in what was going on.
As his head moved over my genitals I thought I was going to come
right there in my pants but he didn’t stare there long, instead he just
untucked my shirt and then proceeded to plant tiny little kisses all over
my chest and my nipples. He unbuttoned my shirt and soon it was off.
I wanted to have his mouth on mine. I wanted to touch him, to feel
him, to taste him, to have him. I didn’t know for sure how to proceed so I
just did what felt right. I leaned forward and slowly, passionately I
kissed him on the lips. We broke the kiss for him to kiss my neck as it
fell back, suddenly going limp. Again he worked his way down my chest and
this time when he got to my belly-button, he began to work at my belt to
take it off. Usually in this situation I like to help my attacker, but I
let him do it himself as I wanted my throbbing cock to be free of its
restrictions.
When he got the belt undone, he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them
off, along with my green-plaid boxers. My penis lay there. Hot, wet,
wanting to be sucked. (Suddenly seeming sadly smaller.) He did what I
wanted and I thought I was going to go nuts. He slipped his mouth over my
erect penis and I swear at that very instant I shuddered. He went up and
down, back and forth over my dick, licking and sucking. I came in his
mouth. I didn’t want to, not so soon, but I did it anyway and enjoyed it,
went nuts over it, went to him to kiss him, to share with him my scalding
hot fuck-juice. He hadn’t swallowed it all and I did taste my own come.
Liking it, loving it, wanting his.
“Can….we….go….to….your…..bedroom,” I asked him between
pants.
(Gasp.) “Sure.”
I picked myself up and started to follow him, but before we left
the room I turned him around and grabbed the back of his neck to kiss him
some more. His hands ran the course of my now naked body.
“Fuck me,” he moaned, “I want you to fuck me.”
“Whatever, anything you want….”

Chapter 1: Beginings

I guess that boys will be boys, but sometimes you can never be
quite sure. Take, for instance, the other day. I was minding my own
business, really I was. If you don’t believe me, just ask Charley
here. Charley, wasn’t I minding my own business? Well, don’t you pay
no never mind to old Charley. Charley don’t talk too much any more. At
least not since the day that some of the guys in Old Charley’s class
in school was funning him, you know, ribbing him?

Ya see, Old Charley is kind of shy sometimes, and other times,
there ain’t nothin’ shy about him. Well, Old Charley went through this
stage, like most of us kids, when he didn’t want anyone else to see
him, well, you know, without any clothes on. So, Old Charley never
took showers at school. But Old Charley loves to play all of them
sports. He is real good at football, and when they all get in the
line, Old Charley is the one to stand right behind the guy in the
center and reach between the guys legs. Old Charley is also great at
tackling whoever has the ball. He jest wraps his big ole arms around
the the guys waist and he hangs a real bad bear hug on the guy. First
thing the guy knows, he has to give in and drop to the ground. Well,
with all that there sports playin’ Old Charley can work up quite a
sweat. Now, all the guys in school like Old Charley ’cause he’s a good
sport. But, they get real downright bothered about having to sit in
the same classroom all afternoon with Old Charley who is beginning to
smell like a bull elephant in heat. So they start pesterin’ Old
Charley ’cause he don’t take showers like the rest of them.

Then one of them gets the idea that Old Charley don’t take
showers ’cause he ain’t got no pecker. Now, I know that’s a bunch of
shit! Old Charley, he got a pecker that’s out of this world. His
pecker is bigger soft than mine is hard.

Don’t you know it ain’t polite to interrupt me like that when I’m
tryin’ to tell you about Old Charley? How do I know how big Old
Charley’s pecker is? Well, I’ll tell ya.

One day, a while back, my old lady and old man were havin’ a real
knock down, drag out fight. I got sick of lissenin’ to that shit, and
I went over to Old Charley’s house ’bout supper time. It sure didn’t
look as if I was gonna get anything to eat at my place, ‘less it was
bullshit. Well, Old Charley’s mom invited me to stay for supper, and I
was real happy to. I hadn’t had any-thing to eat since breakfast.
After supper we watched that ole TV for a while, and then Old Charley
and I wandered over to my place to see if the dust had settled at all.
Well, there was still a lot of crashing and banging and yellin’ and
screamin’ going on in there so we went back to Old Charley’s and
watched some more TV. After it got kinda late his Mom asked me if I
wanted to spend the night. She said that she had asked my Mom and it
was all right. Must be Old Charley had told her about my folks yellin’
and screamin’, and all. Well, Old Charley had a spare bed in his room,
don’t ask me why, ask Old Charley, here. He waited until I had got
undressed and got into my bed, and then he turned off the lights and
then he got undressed and got into his bed. See, he didn’t even want
me to see him undressed, and Old Charley and me are closer than any
brothers. I dozed off for a while, but I kept waking up, what with the
strange bed, and my folks fighting, and all. I was kinda worried that
they might split up, and then where would I go?

Anyways, one time when I woke up, I looked over to the window to
see if it was close to daylight, yet. Old Charley, his bed was under
the window and the moonlight was streamin’ in and I could see him
movin a lot. He had thrashed around and kicked all of the covers off
of him and he was bare-ass naked.

I had never seen Old Charley without clothes on before. He was
layin’ belly down and moving his ass up and down. As my eyes adjusted
more, I could see that he had his pillow under him. I figgered he must
be havin’ a hell of a nightmare, and figgered that I should save him.
I couldn’t figger out what sort of night-mare Old Charley was havin’
to cause that kind of goin’s on. I don’t like nightmares when I have
them and it sure feels good when somebody wakes me up from one, and I
thought I outta do that for him. I knew that you shouldn’t wake up
sleep walkers, but I didn’t know if that was so for nightmares. Old
Charley must have been at it for quite a while, ’cause he was really
breathin’ hard.

I crawled out of my bed, ’cause I didn’t want him to hear me, and
moved over to his bed. Both of his hands had been holding onto the top
of the mattress. His head was facin’ me, but his eyes were closed
tight. Old Charley had that bed jest a jumpin’ up and down. I was
surprised it wasn’t makin’ more noise. I reached my hand up to the
back of his head, and very gently laid my finger on his ear. When I
did that, he let out a real loud groan. He never missed a beat. His
ole ass was jest a workin’ up an down. As I started to rub the back of
his head and then work on down his neck, he opened his eyes and looked
right at me. I figgered he must be awake, since he could see me, but
he was still workin’ his ass up and down like there was no end. He was
still groanin’, too. I was there on my knees on the floor beside his
bed, rubbin’ his back and he’s goin’ at it even more.

Then I was shocked! Old Charley moved his hand from hangin’ onto
the mattress, and I felt his fingers on my Jockey’s playin’ with my
pecker. Well, what the Hell was goin’ on here? I mean, I would pull
that thing out, and water would come out of it, and then I put it
back. I never played with the thing. But, Old Charley, here, he was
jest sort of hangin’ on to it and kind of rubbin’ it a little. Must be
he’d figgered out another use for that thing. Now I didn’t know what
to do. I thought Old Charley was awake, but his ass was still goin’ up
and down, like he was sleepin’ and I didn’t know what he was doin’
with my pecker. His eyes were still starin’ at me, his hand was still
movin’ around on my pecker, and his ass was still whippin’ around. -

Then Old Charley really did sumthin’ strange. He pulled down the
top of my Jockey’s and my pecker flops out. I was shocked! I don’t let
my pecker hang out. Mom always told me to keep it inside my pants, an’
not to let anyone else see it. I didn’t play sports at school, so I
got away without havin to show my pecker in the shower room. Then I
figgered, Hell, it was dark and Old Charley wasn’t lookin’ at it. He
was lookin’ at me. I guessed that was all right, as long as he didn’t
look. Now he got his hand wrapped around my pecker, and I’m feelin
somethin’ strange goin’ on. I can’t explain what I’m feelin’ ’cause
I’ve never felt it before. But, Old Charley’s hand is startin’ to move
with a back and forth motion that matches the up and down motion of
his ass. Now, I’m startin’ to feel a really strange thing in my
pecker, and the damned thing is startin’ to get big, and hard. And its
feelin’ more and more strange. I’ve never felt anything like that
before and I’m startin’ to get scared. I ask Old Charley to stop, but
he doesn’t seem to hear me, ’cause he jest keeps on playin’ around. My
pecker is startin’ to feel really wild, and I’m afraid of what might
happen. I can feel my pecker throbbing and it feels like its gonna
explode! I look down at my pecker and I never seen it so big. Old
Charley’s ass keeps movin’ faster and faster, and his hand keeps movin
faster and faster. Then, I feel like I’m gonna die, and I’m afraid
that he will stop and I don’t want him to. Jest let me die and feel
goooood.

Suddenly, my eyes are closed and I feel like I’m floatin’
through space and then I feel somethin’ commin’ out of my pecker. I’m
worried that I’m gonna make a mess. Piss is the only thing that’s ever
come outta that pecker, but piss never felt like this! I figger theres
gonna be a Hell of a mess ’cause I think it’s piss thats commin’ out.
Somethin’s commin’ out, that’s for sure. The way it feels, I hope it
never stops. This is even better that I felt that time I was fallin’
asleep just before they took my tonsils out.

But, I’m embarrassed about pissin’ on Old Charley’s hand like
that. Finally, all of those feelin’s goes away and Old Charley, he
stops playin’ with my pecker, and his ass stops movin’ and he jest
sort of lays there lookin’ at me, and me lookin’ at him. I asked him
if he was asleep, cause I can see now that he’s sure enough awake. He
said that he hadn’t been able to get to sleep yet that night. Well, he
could have fooled me. I thought he was havin’ a nightmare. Then, he
told me that he liked to rub his pecker against the pillow, ’cause it
felt good. He did it almost every night. I told him that I had never
had anything like that happen to me before.

He asked me, “Boy, you mean you ain’t never come before?” I says,
“I come over here, and I come to school. What you mean?” Old Charley,
he says, “I mean when that stuff shoots out of your pecker.” Now, I
was really mixed up. I thought I had pissed all over his hand, and I
was too ashamed to say anything, but he knew. I says I’ve been pissin’
all my life. He says, “Don’t be dumb. That wasn’t piss that came out,
that was come.” Well, I didn’t want to seem to be too dumb, so I just
said “all right!” That was a new word to me. ‘Come’. Come meant
somethin’ lots different to me. I wondered if that was one of Old
Charley’s made up words.

Then I asked him if he had come on the pillow, and he said that
he had. He had come the same time I did. Old Charley rolled over
then, and in the moonlight I got a good look at Old Charley. His
pecker was all floppy and wiggly and I looked down at mine. Mine was
still hanging out over my Jockey’s and it was floppy and wiggly like
Old Charley’s pecker. But his pecker seemed to be a whole lot bigger
than mine.

Old Charley had black hair that started as a thin line at his
belly and then widened out to a large black patch around his pecker. I
just had a little blonde hair that was growing around the base of
mine. It was so light that you had to look close or you’d miss the
stuff, but I could feel it. They said in school that as I grew up I
would get a lot of hair on my body. And in the locker room I had seen
the other guys runnin’ around without any clothes on, and I jest hadta
look at them. I was careful when I looked, but I really wanted to see
if their pecker was bigger, or smaller than mine. I watched a lot and
saw a lot of them that was bigger than mine, but there was a lot that
was smaller than mine. So I didn’t feel too bad. Everybody else seemed
to have lots more hair ’round their pecker than I did, and that
bothered me. Some of them had some hair on their chest, specially
’round their tits. I lay in bed nights and would feel the fuzz that
was growin’ ’round my pecker and hopin’ it would get thicker. I
wondered if’n there was any kind of fertilizer, or somethin’ that
would make it grow faster. But Old Charley here already had lots of
it. He hadn’t started growin’ any on his chest, but that black hair
’round his pecker was neat.

I really wondered how our pecker’s stacked up. I put my thumb and
forefinger around mine and my finger came to the joint in my thumb. I
tried holding my hand up to his pecker to guess the size. Then Old
Charley took my hand and slid it down over his pecker. It felt funny.
I had never touched anybody elses pecker before. I’d never even given
it a thought. It still had all of that white stuff around it, and on
the pillow, but Old Charley had my stuff on him. I could only get my
finger to touch my thumb when I tried to measure his pecker. Then as I
held it, I could feel it GROW! It was getting bigger, and it was
forcing my finger away from my thumb. Then Old Charley reached down
and did the same thing to my pecker. I could feel my pecker grow
inside Old Charley’s hand, just like his pecker had grown inside my
hand. Then I realized that his pecker was rigid, and I reached down
to feel of mine, and mine was rigid, too.

I felt a pull on my pecker and then I realized that Old Charley
was trying to pull me up into bed with him. I slid in beside him.
Neither of us lost our grip on the other. Then I could put my hard
pecker side of his. His was just about twice as long as mine, and just
about twice as big around. It felt good to lay there with Old Charley,
but I was afraid that we would get caught. When I told him that, he
told me not to worry. His mother never came in the room. I could get
easier after that. Old Charley and I slept that way the rest of the
night with our peckers rubbing each other.

That’s how I know that Old Charley’s pecker is a lot bigger than
mine.

But your interruption has gotten me away from what I was telling
ya. So, the guys, they’s givin’ Old Charley a hard time ’cause he
don’t take showers and saying it’s ’cause he ain’t got no pecker. (He
told me once that he don’t take showers ’cause his pecker is so big.
He’s embarrassed ’bout it.) Anyways, after that night that I played
with his pecker, he wasn’t so shy about it any more. He told me that
he had never touched another guys pecker before he had touched mine.
He said he had never let anyone else see him rubbing his pecker
against the pillow before, but he couldn’t stop by the time he knew I
was seein’ him. After that, it seemed to be all right, ’cause I wasn’t
makin’ fun of him.

So, the guys is funnin’ Old Charley about havin’ no pecker. Well,
Old Charley decided not to be shy no more. He unzipped his pants, and
he grabbed old Henry (that’s what he calls his pecker – can you
believe that?) and he pulled Henry out of his sleeping spot, and he
got his balls out there too. Old Charley went running round and round
that locker room with old Henry hanging out there. When he started for
the door, I tried to grab him but he just kept on goin’. Three of the
other football players tackled him in the main hallway there at
school.

He lay there on the floor with them on top and a bunch of girls
watchin’. They got off him just as I was catchin’ up. Old Charley was
still layin’ there on that floor, with his face down and his ole body
was shakin’. I thought he was cryin’, and it scared me. Then he looked
around and he saw me and he gave me that same look I seen that night
at his house after he had come. He whispered to me, “Come here.” I
bent down, and he whispered to me, “I just came. Please help me up.”

I grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up, and the other football
players had made a huddle around him. When he stood up, there was Old
Henry, still standing tall, and hard as a rock. The other players must
have known what the mess was, but they didn’t say nothin’. We all
walked back to the locker room with Old Charley in the middle. He had
gotten old Henry put back in his locker, and back to sleep. A whole
bunch of the guys told Old Charley that they were sorry that they had
made fun of him for not having a pecker. Now they knew that he did
have a pecker.

I asked him later what he meant when he said that he had come. I
hadn’t seen him wigglin’ his ass like had had that other night. He
said that havin’ all of those guys on top of him had made him come. I
asked him why. He said he didn’t know but he always came while he was
playin’ football. In a good game with lots of tacklin’ he could come 5
or 6 times.

Old Charley’s been awful quiet since that day.

* * * *

Chapter 2: Mortimer Shows Up

Anyways, I started to tell ya about what happened to me the other
day when you started interruptin’.

I was mindin’ my own business, really I was. If you don’t believe
me, just ask Old Charley here. No, never mind doin’ that. Thats where
we got screwed up before.

Anyways, we’d just gotten home from school and we was sittin’ on
the front steps, just sorta hangin’ around. We was just sort of
bullshittin’ back and forth when Mortimer walks by. Well, this poor
kid, let me tell ya, no mother should ever name her son Mortimer.
Anyways, this guys like what you’d expect from a Mortimer. I made the
mistake of hollerin’ ‘Hi’ to him. So he came up to see what we was
bullshittin about.

Mortimer got kinda quiet and shy and finally he spoke up to Old
Charley, and said that he had heard about Old Charleys demonsration at
school. Mortimer had heard that Old Charley had a pecker like a bull,
and Mortimer wanted to know if he could see it.

Well, maybe Old Charley’s pecker looked like a bull’s pecker, but
Old Charley was like a pissed-off bull. I thought that Old Charley was
gonna punch Mortimer out. But Mortimer started talkin’ fast to get him
calmed down. Mortimer thought he had the biggest pecker in school, and
now they was sayin’ that Old Charley’s was bigger. Mortimer wanted to
find out fer hisself. Well, since Old Charley likes contests, no
matter whether its seein’ who can spit the furthest, or chew the
biggest chaw of tobacca, so we all went up to my bedroom.

My old lady and old man was both workin’ and my sister was off
baby sittin’ somewheres. So, we had the house to ourselves. I jest
stood there watchin’ as Mortimer and Old Charley both started
unbucklin’ their belts, and then they unbuttoned their pants, and let
them ker chunk on the floor. They weren’t wearin’ any Jockey’s, so’s
soon that the pants dropped both of them peckers came out danglin’.

They both looked about the same to me, and I says so. Mortimer
says ya can’t tell when they’s soft, that they had to get them hard
first. Old Charley started playing with Henry, and he woke up a
little, but not much. Mortimer says he gets hard best with a blow job.
Old Charley and I both asked Mortimer ‘What’s a blow-job?’ So Mortimer
says that I gotta put his pecker in my mouth and suck on it like a
calf on its mothers tits. Already I think this is kinda bad. I’ve
never had a pecker in my mouth, and I don’t even know this guy.
Mortimer sees that I’m not too good with that idea, but he knows that
Old Charley and I are buddies, so he thinks maybe I should try it out
on Old Charley and he can tell us how to do it. Well, I’m still not
gettin’ into that. Then Old Charley reaches over and undoes my pants
and drops them to the floor and gets my Jockey’s down. Next thing I
know he’s put his mouth around my pecker and his tongue, or something,
is sending shivers all through my body. Mortimer looks this all over
and he allows as how we’re doin’ somethin’ right. I open my eyes and
my pecker is rock hard and stickin’ straight out. Nobody made fun of
my small pecker and not much hair. Mortimer had red hair around his
pecker. He had more’n me, but less than Old Charley. But we wasn’t
measurin’ hair, we was measurin’ peckers.

Then Mortimer stuck Old Charley’s pecker in his mouth and he
started suckin’. Then I could see Old Charley’s pecker gettin’ real
big. Mortimer’s pecker was gettin’ just ’bout as big as Old Charley’s.
They stood up and it looked like a tie to me. Mortimer wanted me to
find a ruler, but I couldn’t. Then Mortimer says, ‘I know how to find
out.’ He told me to go downstairs and get some Crisco. I didn’t
understand how Crisco was gonna help them find out whose pecker was
the biggest, but I got it.

When I got back upstairs, Mortimer ‘n Old Charley had just kinda
been playin’ with each others peckers. Both of ‘em was still standin’
out there right hard. Then Mortimer turned me so I was facin’ the bed
and then he pushed me down on the bed. Then I could feel his finger
movin’ around where the shit comes out. Nobody and played with that
hole since Mom quit givin’ me enemas. I didn’t understand what was
happenin’. Then it seemed like Mortimer was puttin’ somethin in there.
I looked around but he turned my head back. In the sight that I got I
could see that he was tryin’ to put his finger in there.

I asked what he was doin’ and he said that I was gonna judge
which was bigger by feelin’ each pecker in my ass. I hollered no, I
wasn’t. Old Charley, he piped up and said that he wasn’t stickin’ his
pecker in anybodys shit hole, let alone his buddy’s. That made me feel
good, that he had said that. Just for that, I turned around and got
Old Charley’s pecker in my mouth. I tried to do the same thing to him
that he had done to me. I hadn’t done it very long and I felt his
pecker gettin’ bigger and bigger, and I was afraid that he was gonna
put that white stuff in my mouth so I pulled my mouth away and moved
my hand on his pecker a little, and sure ’nuff he did. Old Charley
had thrown his head back, and his hands were fists. He’d closed his
eyes an’ was makin’ lots of noise. Old Charley started shootin’ that
white stuff all over the place. I had it all over my hand, ‘n it was
on the floor, ‘n everything. Mortimer decided that there couldn’t be
any contest then, since Old Charley was soft, now. Mortimer pulled up
his pants and went away.

Old Charley and I lay there on the bed talkin’ after Mortimer
left. Then Old Charley gave me a blow job. I tried to pull my pecker
outta his mouth, but he wouldn’t let me. I don’t know what he did with
all of that stuff.

Then he started talkin’ about what Mortimer was tryin’ to do to
me, and he wants to try it. I think it’s gonna hurt, but I’ll find out
tonight.
* * * *

Chapter 3: Old Charley Sleeps Over

I was tellin’ ya the other day about Old Charley and Morti-mer
and me. I told ya how we was sittin’ on the porch just mindin’ our own
business and bullshittin’ ’bout this ‘n that when Mortimer come by and
challenged Old Charley to a contest ta see who had the biggest pecker.

Anyways, after Mortimer left that day, Old Charley got ta
thinkin’ ’bout some of the things that Mortimer had been talkin’
’bout, and he b’gun ta think that mebbe we oughta try them out. Now,
ya gotta’ unnerstand that I never knew that anything came outta my
pecker ’sides piss b’fore a few nights ago.

So, that night, I got my old lady to let Old Charley spend the
night with me. Our house is small. Its really only got two bedrooms.
My old man and old lady sleep in one, and my sister sleeps in the
other. Ya see, the basement has been fixed up real neat and that’s
where I sleep. Everybody else sleeps on the 2nd floor so they don’t
hear much of what goes on in my room. So, I get to play my radio and
watch that ole TV without anybody knowin’. I can bring a good ole six
pack in too and nobody knows about it. Of course, I have to get the
empties out without the rest of them findin’ out about them. But since
I take care of the trash cans, that’s no problem. Whats a real pain in
the ass, though, is that the bathroom is way upstairs next to the
bedrooms.

Old Charley brought in two six packs for us. He used his gymn bag
and my folks thought that it was his clothes for overnight. I only
have one bed in my room, but its a big bed so we had lotsa room.
Anyways, we went downstairs to watch that ole TV and do some
bullshittin’ while we was waitin’ fer everbody to go to bed. We each
had a couple cans of beer while we was shootin’ the shit.

About when we finished those two we heard everybody goin’
upstairs to go to bed. Old Charley said that he had to pee. I told him
that he was gonna have to go upstairs to do it. Old Charley didn’t
like that idea. Next thing I know, Old Charley takes out Henry and
grabs an empty beer can and pees in that beer can. He filled the first
one, and part of the second one. I damned near shit when I see that! I
told Old Charley that I wasn’t chicken to go upstairs and pee and
started to go. Old Charley told me that I was chicken to pee in the
can like he did. Well, maybe Old Charley’s pecker is lots bigger than
mine, but I can still do anything he can do. So, I grabbed an empty
can and I let loose and filled it full, and started on another. I peed
just ’bout as much as he did.

We opened another can of beer and started undressing. As I got my
Jockey’s off, I noticed that Old Charley wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I don’t think that Old Charley ever wore underwear. I think he always
let Henry just kinda hang down his leg. By now both of us was feelin’
a buzz from the beer. Old Charley reached over and picked up his can
of beer from the table and tipped it up and chugged down a big load of
that. Then he looked at me and he says that the beer didn’t taste
right. I looked and he had been drinkin’ from the can I had been
peein’ in. I started laughin’. His face looked strange when he
realized what he had done. He got real mad at me for laughin’ so hard.
I jest couldn’ help it. I was buzzin’ and he looked so funny. Then he
found his real can of beer and drunk down at least half the can.

We was both laying on the bed. Old Charley reached over and took
my hand and moved it to his pecker, and told me to play with it. I put
my hand around his pecker and just kind of flopped it around a bit.
Since I’d never played with anybodys pecker before, I wasn’t sure wht
to do. Then I felt his hand grab my pecker and so I just kinda did the
same thing to his that he did to mine. We pulled our hands up and down
those peckers, and I could feel his pecker gettin’ harder and harder.
Mine was gettin’ pretty stiff, too. I felt Old Charley feel around my
nuts and I thought I was in heaven. Christ! That felt good.

Then Old Charley put his hand under my head and I felt him
lifting my head and moving it down toward his pecker. Next thing I
knew, his pecker was aimed right at my mouth. I put my mouth around
it, like I did earlier when Mortimer was showin’ us how. I was kinda
gettin’ the hang of it, and Old Charley was doin’ quite a bit of
moanin’. The moans sounded like moans of pleasure, so I figgered I was
doin’ somethin’ right. Then Old Charley says to just lay there and
hold his pecker in my mouth for a couple minutes. So, I lay there.
First thing I know I feel somethin’ wet in my mouth. Then I come to
that Old Charley’s pissin’! I can’t let go ’cause there’ll be a mess
in the bed. I let out a hell of a groan, and Old Charley just laughs
and keeps on pissin’. My mouth is full of Old Charley’s piss and
there’s more comin’. I hadda swallow or I’da made a mess in the bed.
That bastard finally quit pissin’ and I really bitched him out. He
said that I thought it was so funny when he’d drunk a bunch of my piss
that he just wanted to give some back to me. I opened ‘nother can of
beer to flush it down, but deep down I thought it was kinda fun.

Then Old Charley reaches inta his gymn bag and he pulls out a jar
of somethin’. He tells me to roll over, ’cause he wants to try what
Mortimer wanted to do to me. I told him I was afraid it would hurt,
and he said that he’d be careful. He kinda pulled my ass up in the air
and took some of that stuff outa the jar and I could feel him
spreadin’ it around my shit hole, and then I could feel somethin’
tryin to go into my shit hole. I squeezed my hole and told him that it
hurt. He says to relax. I tried, and I could feel his finger tryin’ to
go in. Then he got some more stuff and worked on my shit hole some
more. I started gettin’ used to it, and then I could his finger
wigglin’ around. I asked him how far he had his finger in, and he says
he’s got it all the way in. He wiggled it a little and I felt a wild
feelin’ in my pecker. I thought I was gonna explode right then.

After some more of that, I could feel it gettin’ comfortable in
there. Then he pulled it out, and I felt him move around and then
somethin’ big went in that shit hole. I started to scream, but he put
his hand over my mouth, and then I felt my shit hole filled full to
burstin’ and severe pain. Old Charley held still and held his hand
over my mouth. Then he took it away and asked if it still hurt. I
sobbed that it did a little. He asked if I wanted him to take it out.
I wasn’t gonna let him think I was that weak. I told him to keep it
in, but to just hold it a minute. The pain was goin’ away, an’ I
figgered that if I stayed like that a little more, it’d be all right.
When I felt it goin’ away, I laid down on my stomach and he laid
on top of me for a while. Then I felt him start to move around a
little and then he moved some more. I finally realized that he was
wigglin’ his ass in me just like he was that night I had seen him with
his pillow. I could feel my pecker gettin’ harder and harder, and just
when I begun to think I couldn’t take it any more, he started movin’
faster and breathin’ real hard and heavy. I could feel him sweatin’
all over me. Then he moaned real hard, and then he lay real still on
top of me. I could feel his arms come around me, and he was holdin’ me
real tight. He laid his head down next to mine. I moved my head around
to look at him, and he brought his lips to mine and we kissed. I
didn’t know what to think. I never heard of two guys kissin’,
especially on the lips. But, it felt good. I liked feelin’ Old Charley
have his arms around me. It felt neat to have him close like that, and
kiss me. It felt good to have his bare body layin’ on my bare body. It
felt good to have his pecker inside my body.

We stayed like that a couple minutes and then Old Charley pulled
his pecker out. Then that son of a bitch picked up my T-shirt and
wiped off his pecker with it. Then I could feel him wipe my ass with
it. My T-Shirt! How’s I gonna explain that?

We laid down on the bed beside each other. His pecker was kinda
floppy. My pecker was like a pitch fork handle. I told Old Charley to
roll over. He asked why, and I told him, ’cause I was gonna do to him
what he did to me. I found the jar of stuff and played with his ass
for a while and got it all loose. I spread that stuff all around down
there, and then I got some more of it, and I could feel my finger
findin’ that shit hole. As I started pushin’ on it some I could feel
my finger start to go inside of Old Charley. I thought this was
amazing. I didn’t know this could happen. I worked it around in there
and that was a real wierd feelin’. I could feel him relaxin’ and my
finger moved a lot easier.

Then I put some of it on my pecker and started working my pecker
into his shit hole. He started to scream a little, but I held his
mouth, just like he held mine. I never felt anything like that before!
I almost came right then. I held real still. I asked Old Charley if it
was still hurtin’ and he said it was goin’ away. I waited a couple
more minutes, and then I tried workin’ it around in there a little.
Oh, that feelin’! I never felt anything like it. I started workin’ it
up and down a little. My pecker got harder and harder and I felt like
I was gonna explode. I felt myself gettin’ all sweaty and then I felt
like I was passin’ out.

When I realized what was happenin’ I was layin’ on top of Old
Charley, my pecker still in his shit hole. I was feelin’ as if I had
been to the end of the world and was comin’ back. Then I knew I had to
piss, real bad. All of that beer and piss was startin’ to catch up
with me. I figgered that we’d been havin’ fun back and forth with
piss, so I’d have some more fun. I started lettin’ the piss out. Then
Old Charley started moanin’ like he does when he’s comin’. Then he
started makin’ noises like he’s gettin’ ready to scream. I put my hand
over his mouth, an’ kept right on pissin’. Then it hit me that when I
finished pissin’ he was gonna let all that piss out as soon as I
pulled my pecker out. I didn’t know what he would do with it, so I
left my pecker in. I took my hand away from his mouth. He was pantin’.
He asked me what did I do. I told him I pissed. ‘In my shit hole?’ he
says. I says yup. He says he come 3 times when I did that. I didn’
believe him. He says he’s gotta shit now. I says he’s gotta go
upstairs to do that. He says he can’t make it. Its only cause he’s got
his shit hole squeezed tight round my pecker that he’s not shittin’
now. He’s got it squeezed so tight that my pecker is startin’ to get
hard again. I asked him what he thinks he can do about takin’ a shit.
It was his idea to piss in the beer can. Maybe Old Charley can figger
out somethin’ now.

While Old Charley’s layin’ there tryin’ to figger out what to do,
my pecker’s gettin’ harder and harder. I start wigglin’ around a
little tryin’ to get comfortable. Then I feel my pecker in his shit
hole. My pecker is kinda floatin’ in my hot piss and the more I
wiggle, the better it feels. First thing I know I’m feelin’ that
feelin’ again, and Old Charley’s squeezin’ his shit hole tighter and
tighter ’cause he doesn’t wanna leak, but my wigglin’ around is makin’
him come. I start movin’ my pecker up and down in his shit hole, and I
kin feel the head of my pecker sloshin’ around in my piss. He’s
squeezin’ harder and that’s makin’ my pecker get harder, and then I
feel an explosion like I haven’t felt since that old mule of Grandpa’s
kicked me up agin the side of the barn when I tried to feel his nuts.
I pass into outer space, and as I lay there comin’ back around, I
asked Old Charley if he was all right. He allows as how that’s the
best yet. He says he come 3 more times whenst I did that. Now he’s
gotta shit worse than ever, and I gotta piss again. He tells me not to
piss in his shit hole again, he can’t hold anymore. I knda wonder if
that’s really true.

So, I asks Old Charley what he figgers he’s gonna do with all
that piss and white stuff in his shit hole. I’m ‘fraid if I’m not
careful he’s gonna try to get it in my mouth, or somethin’ just to get
even. Old Charley says he hasn’t figgered that out, yet. I start to
pull my pecker out, and he tells me to leave it in to keep the hole
plugged. I asked him about the empty beer cans, but he figgers he
can’t get it through that small hole, and he’s sure that the can won’t
hold it, and I figger he’s right. Old Charley, he’s hangin’ on tight
to my pecker, and damned if he isn’t gettin’ it hard agin! I still
gotta piss, real bad, and when I tell Old Charley this, he gets all
upset. He says he can’t hold anymore. Well, I can’t hold it anymore,
either. I’m tryin’ to hold it back, but it won’t hold. My pecker’s
gettin’ harder an’ harder, and we’re still tryin’ to figger out what
to do. Old Charley’s moanin’ agin, and says he’s comin’ again, and
when he does, his shit hole is squeezed so tight that I feel my own
explosion.

When it’s over, we lay there again. Old Charley’s got a shit hole
full of piss and that white stuff and hes’ bitchin’ that his guts are
hurtin’. I know that feelin’ from when my Dad used to give me enemas.
He’d get a so much hot water up my shit hole and make me hold it, that
I would hurt bad in my guts. I figgered that was what Old Charley was
feelin’.

Then, I remember a big bowl that I had popcorn in that’s under
the bed. I tell Old Charley about it, and he’s all excited. He and I
swing around on the bed so that our feet get on the floor together
with my pecker still in his shit hole. I grabbed the T-Shirt he used
to wipe his pecker with and pulled my pecker out of his shit hole and
then held his shit hole with the shirt. I reached under the bed and
got the bowl out. Old Charley squatted down and let loose with a hell
of a splatter and ker-chunks. Old Charley’s pecker was standin’
straight out, and so was mine. I wiped mine off with the T-Shirt. I
figgered it was already messed up, so what the hell. I looked at the
bed where Old Charley had been layin’ and there was a hell of a big
wet spot. I wasn’t sure how I was gonna explain that, either. I guess
I’d hafta to a laundry when no one was home.

So, Old Charley’s squattin’ over that bowl and he says it feels
like his guts are comin’ out. I look in the bowl, an’ he’s got it
’bout half full. I keep hearin’ a few more drips and plops, and I know
that he is still shittin’ it out. He says his ass is awful sore. I
allow as to how mine is pretty sore, too. I tell him I’ve gotta piss
real bad. He reaches up and grabs my butt and forces my pecker in his
mouth and I let loose with all of that beer piss I’ve been holdin’ in.
He takes it all down, and when I’m done, he lets loose and allows as
how thats not bad.

Finally, Old Charley stands up and uses that T-Shirt to wipe out
his shit hole. We stand there lookin’ at each other, and both of us
have hard peckers. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him,
and then his lips are on mine and my arms around him. After a long
kiss, he whispers in my ear that he wants to piss in my shit hole. I
tell him that my ass is sore, and I don’t think I can. He says he’ll
be gentle, and he bends me down over the bed and starts greasing my
shit hole. Then I feel his pecker sliding in, and it isn’t hurting at
all. Then we are both down on the bed and as we lay there I feel a
stinging inside my ass and then I feel the first explosion and my
pecker is throbbing and I can feel it coming out. The stinging keeps
coming and I feel another explosion coming on. I must have made some
noise that time, ’cause Old Charley tells me to be quiet, ’cause I’ll
wake up the house. The next time, I try to be quiet, but that old mule
has just kicked me again. Now I feel my shit hole is so packed that
its gonna explode. I can feel cramps in my gut, and I squeeze my shit
hole tight, just like Old Charley did, tryin’ to keep it all in. Then
I felt Old Charley doin’ the same thing I did. His pecker was gettin’
harder ’cause of my squeezin’, and then I felt him wigglin’ his ass up
and down again, and then after he sweated a lot and moaned, he just
lay down real quiet on top of me, and lay there. I’m still squeezin’
tryin’ to keep that all in. Then he lets me up, and its my turn to get
over that bowl. He wipes himself off with that old T-Shirt. His pecker
isn’t hard any more. Mine isn’t hard, either. My ass hurts, and he
says his does too.

Finally, it feels like I’ve got my guts emptied, and I get up and
wipe my shit hole with that shirt.

We sit on the edge of the bed and share a can of beer. We
figgered that it was a lot of fun. Our shit holes hurt, and we may
never shit right again, and our peckers ache, too. But it was all
great fun. After we finish the can of beer, we fill some more beer
cans with piss, and crawl into bed. I gave Old Charley one hell of a
kiss, and then we both went to sleep.

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Chapter 4: The Morning After

When I woke up the next mornin’ Old Charley and I were
facin’ each other. He was still sleepin’. He had his arm over my body
and I had mine over his.

My pecker was hard as a rock. Then I realized that the bed was
wet. I didn’t feel like I was gonna piss, so I figgered must be I had
an accident. I sometimes sleep so hard that I don’t hold it and the
bed gets wet. My old lady keeps a plastic sheet on the bed, just
’cause of that. She knows I do it sometimes, but I always wash the
sheets when she ain’t home, so’s she don’t know how often. After all
of that beer and drinkin’ piss from each other last night, must be I
couldn’t hold it.

I was ashamed that Old Charley would find out that I wet the bed
sometimes. I didn’t know how to hide it, since he was sleepin’ in it.
My hand kinda wandered down to feel my pecker, and it brushed agin Old
Charley’s pecker, and damned if his’n wasn’t just as hard as mine. At
that, Old Charley’s eyes opened, and he whispered “oh shit, I did it
agin!” I asked him what he was talkin’ about. He said that sometimes
he wet the bed at home. ‘Specially when he had drunk a few beers the
night before. I asked him if he was sure he’d pissed the bed, and told
him that sometimes I did too. Then he grinned at me, and says “You do
too?” Then he leaned over and kissed me. We decided that we’d both
pissed durin’ the night, ’cause the bed was wet all over, not just on
one side or ‘tother.

I played with Old Charley’s pecker a little bit, and he played
with mine. We was just gettin’ ready to try to do somethin’ about them
bein’ so stiff when that old clock-radio went off. We had ta go to
school, so we got up to get dressed. My pecker got over bein’ so
stiff, at least enough so’s I could get it in my pants. Old Charley,
he had more trouble gettin’ his in his pants.
My old man had already left for work when we went upstairs, and
my old lady was puttin’ our breakfast on the table. Soon’s she did
that, she left for work. My sister had already left for school. Soon’s
my mother left, I got that bowl from downstairs and emptied it and
cleaned it up. I got the sheets offa the bed and stuck them in the
washer and started ‘em. After we finished breakfast, Old Charley and I
went to school.

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Old Charley an’ I kept lookin’ at each other durin’ classes.
After gymn, we kinda hung around puttin’ balls away and coolin’ it
until the rest of the guys had left the locker room. We had study hall
next period, and we knew what we wanted ta study. We both felt sticky
from sleepin’ in that piss and we wanted ta take a shower. We had the
shower room all to ourselves and we stripped and went in.

After we got the water just right, I grabbed the soap and reached
over and started latherin’ Old Charley up. I started with his neck,
and then went down his back with that old soap and then I got the
crack of his ass real good. I rached between his legs and soaped his
nuts real good, and got in a wipe on that old pecker of his that was
just hangin’ down there. Then I got his legs soaped up real good with
lotsa white, foamy lather. As I worked up the front of him, I looked
up at his face, and he gave me a real great grin. I soaped his balls
and his pecker some more, and by this time, his pecker was stiff
again. As I soaped his chest, he looked at me and then his lips were
on mine, and we was kissin’.

Then he grabbed the soap away from me and he started latherin’
me. I felt his strong, gentle hands rubbin’ around on my back, and
then down around my ass. Then, I could feel his soapy finger find my
shit hole and he put it in a little. He wiggled it around a little and
then he pulled it out. I felt some stirrings in my pecker. He put his
hand on my back and bent me over. I put my hands on my knees for
support. Then I felt some more soapy lather, and then I felt his
pecker goin’ in my shit hole. As he started wigglin’ his ass back
forth in my ass, both of his arms came around me and he started
playin’ with my pecker.

I could feel him start to move his ass back ‘n forth, movin’ his
pecker in and out of my shit hole. At the same time, he was strokin’
my pecker back and forth. I kinda stood up and put my hands on the
wall to brace myself. Then he stopped wigglin’ an’ I thought mebbe
he’d finished, but he just kinda stayed there. I looked around at him
and we started kissin’. Then I felt the stream of piss stingin’ in my
ass and could feel my guts fillin’ up like they was gonna bust. Then
he went back to movin’ and we’s still kissin’. I’m holdin’ on tight
with my ass to keep it all in, and he’s movin’ faster an faster. He’s
got his hand on my pecker and he’s workin’ it back an’ forth real
fast. I kin feel myself gettin’ closer an’ closer. Then just as I’m
shootin’ all over the place, he stops movin’ too ’cause he did it the
same time I did.

Then I forgot about holdin’ it in, and all that piss and shit
just hadta come flyin’ out. It pushed Old Charley’s pecker out of the
way and all that piss and shit went all over him. He turned me around
and held me real close and I pushed out the rest of it. The showers
was still runnin’ and it all got washed down the drain. We lathered
ourselves up, and finished our showers and went to class.

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Chapter 5: Visiting With Mortimer

I didn’t see Old Charley for a few days ’cause it was the
weekend. I just sorta hung around the house on Saturday, kinda
screwin’ around in my room. I missed Old Charley and my pecker got
hard just thinkin’ ’bout the fun we’d had the other night.

It was Saturday in the late afternoon, ‘n I was jest settin’ on
the porch. Mortimer come wanderin’ by the house ‘n he seen me settin’
there on the porch. Mortimer, he come up the walk and set down aside
me there. We talked ’bout the weather, and Mortimer, he likes
baseball, so he was tryin’ to talk about baseball. I don’t like
baseball, much, so Mortimer tried to find somethin’ else to talk
’bout. When he sees that he’s not havin’ much success with that
Mortimer started talkin’ ’bout the day he tried to see if his pecker
was bigger ‘n Old Charley’s.

Mortimer asked if I’d thought about what happened that day. I
fibbed and told him I hadn’t. I asked Mortimer if he liked to do that
shit. He allowed as how he did. I asked him why. He says its fun an’
it feels good. I told him I didn’t unnerstan’ what he meant. He asked
me if I’d never tried it, and I told him I hadn’t. He started tellin’
me how good it felt and he’d like to show me. I told him I wasn’t
’bout to do anything like that right here on the front porch. He
laughed and said he wouldn’t do it here on the porch, anyways. He told
me to come on over to his house after supper. His folks was goin’ out
for the evening and we’d be there all alone. I told him I’d think
’bout it, but I didn’t think I’d do it. We bullshitted some more and
he finally went away. He told me again, to come on over that evenin’.
I told him that I didn’t go for that shit. (I lied.)

After supper I watched that old TV for a while, but I couldn’t
stop thinkin’ ’bout Old Charley and Mortimer and my stiff pecker.
Finally I told my folks I was goin’ out for a while, and I walked over
to Mortimers house.

Mortimer was there, watchin’ TV. His face really lighted up when
he saw me. We sat down on the sofa and watched TV for a while.
Mortimer brought out some beer and we drunk those and then Mortimer
reached over and just kinda rubbed my knee and then he moved his hand
up my leg a little. Then the first thing I knew, he was undoin’ my
pants and helpin’ me outta them. I hadn’t worn my Jockey’s that night,
and as soon as he got my pants down, my old pecker came flyin’ out,
real happy to be loose and free. Mortimer put my pecker in his mouth
and I felt a chill go up my back, and I let out a hell of a moan. Then
I felt his hand just kinda tickle my nuts a little, and I felt another
chill. I don’t know what Mortimer was doin’ but it shore felt good!
Then Mortimer let go of my pecker and he took off my shoes and got my
pants off. He pulled me up off of the sofa and we stood there facin’
each other.
Mortimer was just ’bout as tall as me, ‘n I guess he weighs just
’bout the same. Since he’d gotten my pants off, I reached down and
undid his jeans. His pants fell to the floor and his pecker came
poppin’ out, just ’bout like mine had. Mortimer had red hair on his
head, but I didn’t think he’d have red hair ’round his pecker, too,
but he did. I don’t know what I thought I’d see, but I guess I thought
it’d be black, or blonde. As we took our shirts off, I looked at the
thin line of red hair that started at his belly button and made a path
down to his pecker. That red hair spread out all over ’round his
pecker and on his balls. I was used to Old Charley’s black hair, and
thought everybody’s was black. I knew mine was blonde, but I hadn’t
really looked at it.

So I was just kinda standin’ there starin’ at Mortimer’s red
hair, ‘n then I felt his hand grab my pecker, and he pulled on it a
little. It had started to soften a little, but as soon as he grabbed
it, it got hard again. Mortimer says, ‘You like this, don’t you?’ I
told him I didn’t know. He says, ‘As stiff as this cock is, I know you
like it!’ I’d never heard it called a cock before, but I didn’t want
Mortimer to think I was dumb, so I didn’t say anything. Mortimer put
his lips on mine and we started kissin’. Then I felt his tongue in my
mouth. I didn’t know what to think of that, but it kinda felt good.
Next thing I knew, we was on the floor, side by side, and we was
still kissin’. He took his tongue out of my mouth and I started kinda
tryin’ to put my tongue in his mouth. He opened his mouth, and it went
right in. I started explorin’ the inside of his mouth, and I found my
cock gettin’ harder. Of course, his hand on my pecker didn’t make it
get any softer.

Then he pulled away from my mouth, and then his tongue started
licking my tit. Now, I’d seen babies suckin’ on their mother’s tits,
but I’d never heard of a guys tits bein’ sucked on. I felt a chill go
through me, but it felt good. Then he moved over to the other tit, and
he licked on that for a while. Then he had his tongue in my belly
button lickin’ that. Then, before I knew it, he had his tongue down on
my nuts, and my pecker was gettin’ harder and harder. His tongue moved
over to the inside of my legs and was licking around there on each
leg. One hand was rubbin’ my nuts, and the other hand was just
touchin’ my tits, first one and then the other.

Then he took his hands and lifted my legs way up. I felt my ass
bein’ lifted off the floor. Then I felt his tongue lickin’ my balls,
and then it went down to my shit hole. I thought that was terrible, to
lick my shit hole, but it sure felt good. My pecker was gettin’ harder
‘n harder. He hadn’t touched it in a long while, but it was hard. He
licked my shit hole for quite a while, and then he moved back to my
balls, and the first thing I knew, his tongue was runnin’ up the
bottom of my pecker. That was more than I could handle. I was groanin’
and it was drivin’ me out of my mind. Mortimer was runnin’ his tongue
around my pecker, and his finger was playin’ with my shit hole. I
could feel it comin’ and it was gettin’ worse ‘n worse. I don’t know
what Mortimer was doin’ down there, and I didn’t care! Then I felt the
mule kick me outta that stable. When I came to, I just knew I had put
a whole bunch of that white stuff in Mortimer’s mouth, and I felt
kinda bad about it. I looked down at Mortimer, and he was lookin’ up
at me and he was grinnin’. He told me that my come was the best he’d
tasted in a long time. I asked him if he liked to eat that, and he
said that he did. I asked him if it wasn’t bad for you, and he said
that he didn’t think so. He had eaten lots of it, and it hadn’t hurt
him. Then he laid back beside me and kissed me. We laid there for a
while, and I decided to see what it was like.

I didn’t pay much attention to his tits. I was more interested in
that red hair of his. I had already sucked on Old Charleys cock, so I
knew what that was like, but I tried lickin’ his nuts, and he started
moanin’. I found that I could suck one of his nuts in my mouth, and he
starts hollerin’ that it was sooo good, and not to stop. I sucked on
that one and then I got the other one in my mouth. I looked up at him
an’ he was layin’ there with his eyes closed, an’ his mouth wide open,
and he was breathin’ funny. I let his nuts outta my mouth and raised
his legs up, like he had raised mine.

Then I saw it! I’d never looked at anybody’s shit hole before.
But there was Mortimers! His red hair came down along his legs and
then down around that shit hole. There wasn’t much, but enough so’s I
could see that it was red, but I could also see that puckered little
thing lookin’ at me with one eye. I stuck my tongue out and touched
it, and then pulled my tongue back. Mortimer groaned a lot and that
shit hole did a lot of movin’ around, and then it settled down. I put
my tongue back on it again, and I could feel it movin’ as my tongue
moved around on it. Mortimer groaned and moaned, and I could feel him
tryin’ to move around. I had his legs held up there, and there weren’t
much he could do. I could see his pecker gettin’ harder and harder,
and doin’ a lot of floppin’ around up there. Then Mortimer hollers
‘Suck on my cock, you cocksucker! Hurry!’ I let his legs down and put
my mouth around his cock. I wiggled my tongue around the head of his
cock and then Mortimer screamed. I was scared! But, just as he
screamed he exploded and he filled my mouth with the white stuff.
Almost as much as when Old Charley had peed in my mouth. I swallowed
real hard and it tasted kinda good. I’d just gotten that swallowed and
he shot a bunch more in my mouth. When his pecker quit throbbin’ I
swallowed again. It tasted kinda sweet, and was good. Then I felt his
pecker gettin’ smaller and smaller. I let loose of it and then I slid
up beside Mortimer and he leaned over and we kissed again.

He went and got some more beer, and we sat on the sofa, bare
assed naked watchin’ TV and drinkin’ beer. When I finished my beer I
see that it was almost 11, so I got my clothes on, and kissed Mortimer
good-night and walked on home. When I got there, I was beat, and I
flopped into that old bed and went right to sleep. I dreamt about
Mortimer that night.

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Chapter 6: The Camping Trip

Old Charley ‘n I we seen each other in class during the week, but
what with one thing ‘n another, we didn’t get to talk about our
peckers, and I didn’t mention what’d happened with Mortimer.

At least, not ’til long about Thursday. Old Charley called me up
on the phone Thursday night and asked me if I wanted to go campin’
with him over the weekend. I asked him where he was plannin’ on goin’.
He says he’s gonna go up ta Millers Falls. I been campin’ up there
before. It’s a nice quiet spot way back in the woods. There’s this
creek that runs down through the woods and then it just makes this big
drop. I reckon its ’bout 20 foot that it drops.

I asked him who all’s goin’ ‘n he says its just him ‘n me. When’s
he goin’. He figgered on goin’ up Saturday mornin’, doin’ some fishin’
up there, mebbe wanderin’ ’round the woods for a while, then we’d
spend the night, and come back on Sunday.

Well, this sounds kinda interestin’. I asked him how we’re gettin
up there, and he said he figgered on hikin’. I told him I liked that
idea, and he says he’d be over on Saturday mornin’ about 9 to get me.

So Friday after school, I got my tent out and got it all looked
over and ready to go, and dug out some blankets to take. I don’t have
a sleepin’ bag. My folks haven’t been able to afford one. So I always
use about 4 blankets. Its OK. I got some clean underwear an’ stuff an’
put it all in a knapsack. Then, it took me a couple of hours to find
my fishin’ pole. I hadn’t seen it since last fall and I had to look
over the damned place for it. I finally found it way over in the back
of my closet. My tackle box was there with it. I went all through my
tackle box and found shit that I’d forgot about. When I got that all
finished, I like to died when I looked at that blessed clock! It was
near midnight. I hit the sack and was asleep in ’bout a minute.

Next mornin’, Old Charley’s there, just like he said he would,
right at 9. I was almost ready, and just put a few more things in my
knapsack, and got my good walkin’ shoes on and we started out.

After we left the house, we stopped at the store to get some food
for lunch, supper and breakfast. Old Charley, he wanted to get lots of
candy ‘n stuff, but I talked him into some hamburg ‘n potatoes ‘n
stuff. I know how to cook that stuff on a campfire so’s it comes out
pretty good. Then we started walkin’ out of town, an’ after a few
blocks, we was startin’ to get into the country. When we got out past
the old haunted house, we turned off on a trail that started back up
into the woods. We walked for quite a while. There weren’t any other
people around. We talked about school, and we tried to tell what the
different trees were. Old Charley and I got into an argument over this
one tree. I said it was an aspen, an’ he said it was an oak. We took
some leaves so’s we could ask our teacher at school.

We walked a ways further and had a couple a piss stops and took a
break to catch our breath. Old Charley was talkin’ about why he don’t
wanna driver’s license. He says its too dangerous out there on them
highways. He’s ‘fraid he’ll get killt if’n he gets behind the wheel.
I’d like a drivers license, but my folks can’t afford no car, so we
always take the bus or whatever we kin find. Since there ain’t no car
for me to learn to drive in, I guess it’ll be a long time ‘fore I
drive.

It was ’bout the middle of the afternoon when we finally reached
the creek. I’d forgotten that Millers Falls was so far away. We turned
and walked alongside the creek for about an hour and then we found the
falls. Just as we rounded the bend to where we could see the falls, we
looked where we camp, and there was a deer standin’ right in the
middle of where we put the tent. We both stopped and watched that old
deer for quite a while. She didn’t know we was there. She was eatin’
the grass. We watched her for quite a while and then she went back in
the woods. It was fun watchin’ her.

After she left, we went on to the clearing where the deer had
been and we started unpackin’. We was gettin’ the tent set up and then
we got the food unpacked. That was when Old Charley got out the two
six packs of beer he’d brung with him. He put them in the pool right
there at the bottom of the falls so’s they’d get good and cold. I was
gettin’ my blankets spread out while Old Charley was messin’ around
with the firewood an’ a place to cook. After I got my bed fixed up, he
started workin’ on his bed. First thing I know, Old Charley, he’s
making his bed outta blankets, just like I did. Now, Old Charley’s
always used a sleepin’ bag before. So I asks him where it is. He tells
me that he knows that I don’t have no sleepin’ bag, and he thinks it’d
be fun to try it like I do this time. Well, I guess so. It might be
kinda fun after all, but who knows.

We got out the fish poles and went back down the creek aways, and
did some fishin’. There wasn’t much bitin’ but we each got a couple of
small ones. It was beginnin’ to get dark so we went back to the
campsite. We got the fire started ‘n I started to cook some supper. We
cooked those fish we caught, and I cooked some of that hamburg we’d
bought. Old Charley got the beer outta the pool and opened one up for
me and then he got one for hisself. So, I was feelin’ pretty good for
cookin’ supper. It was pretty dark when supper was finally ready. Old
Charley had brought an old light with him, an’ I had some candles.
Supper tasted real great. Maybe it was I had cooked it my self, or
just cause we was out there in the fresh air, and all.

After supper we got the pot of water offa the fire that I had put
on there when we started to eat and we washed our dishes. Old Charley
‘n me hadn’t been talkin’ ’bout too much. Mostly the other people in
school and some of the dumb things that had been goin’ on. While we
was doin’ the dishes, we had some more beer. After we got the dishes
done, we sat down by the fire and we was drinkin’ beer and just sort
of lookin’ at the fire. After a little bit of that, Old Charley says,
“C’mon, let’s go swimmin’.” I told him I didn’t have my swimmin’
trunks with me. He told me I didn’t need them, to just get my clothes
off, and jump in. We’d go skinny dippin’. I’d never tried that before,
but it was dark, and was just me ‘n Old Charley, so what the Hell.

We both went runnin and jumped into that pool about the same
time. We didn’t know how cold that water was gonna be. I bet they
heard me holler clear back in town. After a little bit of gettin’ used
to it, it wasn’t so bad. Old Charley, he was swimmin’ around, and
first thing I knew he was swimmin’ between my legs. Then he went
through them again, ‘n he grabbed my pecker on his way through. Then I
tried it with him. I grabbed his pecker ‘n his nuts ‘n hung on ’till I
couldn’t hold my breath no more. I let go and come up for air. We
played around in that pool for a while. Me grabbin’ him, ‘n him
grabbin’ me. I started gettin’ cold, so I got out and grabbed my towel
and sat by the fire for a while. Old Charley, he come out right after
I did. We put some more wood on the fire and sat there with another
beer and the towels around us.

I was still cold, and told Old Charley that I was cold. He went
in the tent and grabbed a blanket. He come back out and set down a
side of me and got the blanket around both of us. Then he wrapped his
arm around my shoulder and held me tight. I put my arm around his
shoulder and we sat there. Then I told Old Charley how Mortimer had
invited me over to his house last week, ‘n I told him all of the
things that Mortimer and me had done. Old Charley kept holdin’ me
tighter ‘n tighter while I was tellin’ him. I could feel my pecker
gettin’ harder ‘n harder from thinkin’ ’bout it. My hand kinda started
feelin’ over to Old Charley’s pecker, ‘n I could feel that his pecker
was just ’bout as hard as mine. Then I felt his hand nudge my pecker.
I looked over at him, and then his lips met mine, ‘n we kissed. I
could feel his tongue come into my mouth, and then when he moved his
tongue back, my tongue went in his mouth an’ explored around. His hand
moved to my tit and it sent a wild thrill through my body. My kiss got
even stronger.

Then I felt us goin’ backward and we was layin’ on the ground
with the blanket under us. We was still hangin’ on to each other and
kissin’. Then Old Charley broke the kiss, and his lips started movin’
’round on my body. As his tongue got down near my pecker, I told him
to wait that I had to piss before he got too far. At that, he says,
‘Go ahead’, an’ I felt his mouth get wrapped around my pecker and my
pecker felt good. Old Charley just sort of held his mouth there, and
then I started lettin’ loose all of that beer. Old Charley, he sucked
it all up, an’ swallowed every last drop. Then I felt him start movin’
his mouth ’round on my pecker. I felt myself gettin’ higher and
higher. Then before I was ready shoot, Old Charley pulled away, ‘n he
started movin’ his tongue back up my body, and the next thing I knew,
his lips were on mine again and we was back to kissin’.

I broke the kiss and then I started down his body with my tongue.
When I got to his belly button, I worked my tongue around real good in
there, and he got to gigglin’. Then I followed that thin line of black
hair from his belly button down to his pecker. Just as I was startin’
to work my tongue around the head of his pecker, he says, ‘Hold still
a minute. It’s my turn, now.’ I knew just what he meant, and I grabbed
his pecker with my mouth, and I had just clamped down on it when I
felt that hot stream hit the back of my mouth. It seemed like it was
comin’ forever, but I kept swallowin’ an’ I got it all down. When it
stopped comin’ Old Charley told me to turn around. I didn’t know what
he meant, but I finally got around so’s my pecker was even with his
mouth, and the first thing I knew, he had my pecker in his mouth, ‘n I
had his pecker in my mouth. It felt so good, I had trouble rememberin’
to pay attention to his pecker. Then I felt his pecker gettin’ real
hard an’ stiff, an’ I knew that he was ’bout ready to shoot. But, I
could feel me gettin’ ready to blast off, too. An’ then I felt his hot
load hit my tongue just as I felt my load headin’ out into his waitin’
mouth. After I finished, I was too beat to move. I lay my head on his
leg and just laid there with his pecker still in my mouth.

I got turned around after a while and Old Charley got up an’ got
a couple more beers for us. We was warm enough by now and didn’t need
the blanket around us. The fire was kinda dyin’ down now, and so was
we. We both sat there kinda watchin’ the fire, not sayin’ much, ‘n not
thinkin’ much. Just watchin’ the fire, ‘n drinkin our beer.

When we’d finished the beer, Old Charley said he was tired, and
ready to hit the sack. I was that way myself. I mentioned that we’d
had quite a few beers and was wonderin’ if I was gonna wet the bed.
Old Charley says that he had figgered that might happen. Then he
reached in his knapsack and I was sure shocked when I saw what Old
Charley had. He had drug out some diapers. I asked him what he was
gonna do. He said that his older sister had a baby that was wearin’
toddler diapers now. He’d been lookin’ at them and wonderin’ what
would happen if he wore them on the nights when he’d been drinkin’ a
lot. I couldn’t believe it. Old Charley looked a little old to be
wearin’ diapers, but he had a point. He asked me if I would help him
get them on.

This was a little embarassin’, but if that’s what he wanted, what
the Hell. So, I unfolded one, and as he stood there with his legs
spread, I managed to get it on him. It didn’t really go all of the way
around him, like they do on a baby, but it did pretty good. I could
see his pecker gettin’ harder ‘n harder as I put it on. Finally when I
was all finished, He leaned over and kissed me.

Then Old Charley asked me if I was gonna wear one. I told him no
way. He says, but you wet the bed when you’ve had too much to drink,
don’t you? And, I had to agree that he was right. So, Old Charley put
one of those diapers on me, and by the time he was finished, my pecker
was pretty stiff. I reached over and felt of his diaper, and I could
feel his stiff pecker through it.

We went in the tent and messed around with the blankets so that
we had like a double bed there. We crawled down between the blankets.
Old Charley and I were facing each other. We gave each other a hug and
a kiss. Wearing our diapers, we went to sleep.

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Chapter 7: Sunday Morning

When I woke up, it was still dark out. I could feel my pecker as
hard as a baseball bat. Then I could feel the wet around my body. Then
I ‘membered where I was and I ‘membered that Old Charley had put a
diaper on me before we went to bed. I looked over and seen Old Charley
layin’ there. His face was facin’ me, ‘n it looked like he was
sleepin’. I reached over to find his pecker. I found it through the
diaper he was wearin’ ‘n his pecker was just as hard as mine. I stuck
my finger down inside the diaper, ‘n his was wet, too. Then Old
Charley says, ‘I wet it. Did you wet yours?’ I told him I did.

Old Charley rolled over and grabbed me, and our peckers were
rubbin’ each other through the diapers. Then he pulled the diaper open
and my stiff pecker came flyin’ out. Old Charley was on that pecker
like flies on shit. He licked my pecker, ‘n he licked my nuts, and he
run his tongue all over down there, gettin’ alla that piss up. I
couldn’t stand it. It was drivin’ me crazy. I was already half way up
the wall when I woke, an’ his foolin’ around down there was makin’ it
worse. I couldn’t hold it any more and shot all over the place.

As my pecker was gettin’ soft, Old Charley stretched out beside
me. I reached down and pulled his diaper off, and started lickin’ up
all of that piss he’d left down there. He shot just about as fast as I
had. I pulled the diaper off the rest of the way, an’ Old Charley
pulled his off. Damned if Old Charley didn’t have some more of them
diapers. He pulled out two more an’ put them on ‘n went back to bed.
Old Charley gave me a kiss an’ we went back to sleep.

When I woke up the next time, it was daylight. My diaper was dry,
but I had to pee real bad. I stuck my finger down inside Old Charley’s
diaper an’ it was wet again. He was layin’ on his back an’ snorin’ up
a storm. I took off my diaper, an’ then I got straddle of Old
Charley’s belly and stuck my pecker down in Old Charley’s diaper. I
felt my pecker’s head hit the head of Old Charley’s pecker. It was no
sooner in there than I started to pee. It was right then that Old
Charley woke up. Old Charley started makin’ all kinds of noises. I
felt my pecker gettin’ covered with somethin’ an’ I could tell by his
noises that he had just shot off.

I pulled my pecker out of his diaper, and stuck my hand down in
there, ‘n shore ’nuff he’d shot off. I turned ’round on his belly, and
aimed my pecker at his mouth. He looked up at me and let a lot of air
out of his mouth in a whoosh. He says that was sumthin’ else! I asks
why he come. He says the feel of my hot piss hittin’ his pecker and
his nuts like that just set him off.

I says, ‘Well, set me off.’ Then I shoved my pecker in his face
and I reached down and grabbed the back of his head and pulled it up
so that my pecker had to go in his mouth. He wrapped his mouth ’round
my pecker like an all day lollipop, ‘n he started workin’ on it. I sat
there on his chest, holdin’ his head up on my pecker, an’ I’m all bent
over him. Its feelin’ sooo damned good! I try to keep from shootin’
but I can’t hold it no more, and I kin feel it building up way down
deep in back of my nuts an’ then comin’ through my nuts and they it
went all over the place. When it was over, I let go of Old Charley’s
head, ‘n he lay back down. ‘Damn! That tastes good!’ That was the
first time Old Charley’d said anything like that. Then he says, ‘What
a way to wake up in the mornin’. I’d like to wake up every mornin’
that way.’ I told him that it sure was a good way.

So, we gets out of bed, an’ Old Charley takes off his diaper. We
went out and started a fire so’s we could cook us some breakfast. That
was a real sight. Both of us was running around there in the woods,
naked as a jaybird, workin’ on gettin’ some breakfast goin’.

It was kinda thrillin’ runnin’ around there with nuthin’ on. Free
from the clothes. Just lettin’ our peckers hang out. As we’d pass each
other, we’d make a grab at his pecker, but nuthin’ serious. The smell
of the bacon fryin’ was goin’ all through the woods, and it shore
smelled good! When the bacon was done real good, Old Charley surprised
me an’ started cookin’ some eggs. I didn’t know he knew how to cook
eggs. The toast got burned a little, but it was good.

We put our towels down on a old log and we sat there on the
towel, side by side, bare-assed naked, eatin’ breakfast. I think it
was the best breakfast I ever et.

After we was through with the breakfast, we washed up our cookin’
stuff, and got it put away. Then we figgered enough time had gone, so
we jumped in the pool. We wanted to get alla that piss and come offa
ourselves ‘fore we got dressed. We wasn’t sure how long it’d be ‘fore
somebody was to come wanderin’ through our campsite. It was hard ’nuff
for us to be naked in front of each other, but it’d be ten times worse
for someone else to see us. We splashed ’round for a while. We grabbed
each others peckers for a bit, and then we got out and got dried off.
I went in the tent to get some clothes to put on.

I had flopped down on the blankets so’s I could reach my knapsack
at the other end. All of a sudden I felt Old Charley land on top of
me. I could feel Old Charley’s pecker against my back. It felt big and
hard. Old Charley put his arms around me, ‘n he laid his head down
side of mine. He started to run his tongue around on my ear, ‘n then
it felt as if he was tryin’ to put that tongue in my ear. I could feel
my pecker gettin’ harder. I could feel his pecker pokin’ me in the
back, ‘n it seemed to be gettin’ harder. Old Charley was huggin’ me
tight, like he’d never let me go. I turned my head around ‘n I looked
right into those blues eyes. Old Charley looked back at me, ‘n then he
brought his lips down on mine. I could feel his tongue start to feel
around in my mouth. It sent a thrill through my body, and I could feel
my pecker gettin’ even harder. Old charley’s pecker was really stiff
now. Then I felt Old Charley movin’ his hand around. In a couple of
seconds I could feel his hand messin’ around my shit hole. It was
beginnin’ to feel slippery down there. I knew what was gonna happen,
‘n I couldn’t wait. Then Old Charley just kinda raised his ass up a
little ‘n then I couldn’t feel his pecker in my back anymore. Then I
could feel the head of that monstrous pecker pokin’ at my shit hole,
tryin’ to get in. Suddenly, I felt a snap, an’ I felt Old Charley’s
pecker reachin’ way up inside me. I don’t know what he hit when he
went in, but I almost shot when it went in.

We was still kissin’. He started movin’ his ass up and down and I
could feel that pecker movin’ back n’ forth. I felt Old Charley’s
tongue leave my mouth, and my tongue followed it into his mouth. Old
Charley started suckin’ on my tongue just like I had sucked on his
pecker. I think he was tryin’ to make my tongue shoot. His ass was
just a movin’ that pecker of his in ‘n out of my ass. It was movin’ my
pecker back ‘n forth on those blankets. The blankets was really
gettin’ my pecker stirred up. I was gettin’ close to shootin’. Then I
felt Old Charley suck even harder on my tongue. He was movin’ faster
‘n faster with his pecker. My tongue was movin’ faster ‘n faster in
his mouth. I was gettin’ sweaty from all this exceitement. I could
feel Old Charley sweatin’ ‘n a lot of it was fallin’ on me. I could
feel myself gettin’ ready to shoot. I squeezed my shit hole to try to
keep from doin’ it. That made Old Charley shoot. When he did, he bit
down on my tongue. I thought he was gonna bite it off. I pulled my
tongue back just as soon as he let loose, I finally felt his pecker
stop throbbing. I felt the sticky mess between my belly ‘n the
blankets. I knew we had both shot a whoppin’ big load.

Old Charley pulled his pecker out, ‘n we both jumped in the pool
agin to get all that sweat off’n us. Now we put some clothes on. The
we started gettin’ our stuff packed up so’s we’d be ready to leave.

We took the tent down, ‘n packed that away. When we got it all
done, we started back down the trail. We stopped along the creek in
lotsa places and did some fishin’ We didn’t catch anything worth
keepin’. But, we kept tryin’.

When we got down to where the trail took off from the creek, we
put the fishin’ poles away, and headed back into town. I said good bye
to Old Charley at my house, ‘n he went on home.

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Chapter 8: Three’s Company

The camping trip had been lot’s of fun, but I was beat when I got
home. I went to bed early and slept real good.

I had a real wild dream that night. I was dreamin’ ’bout Old
Charley ‘n me. I’m not sure where we was, but it was in a house,
somewheres. It was in a cellar. I could see the boards for the floor
upstairs. The walls was cement and so was the floor. There wasn’t
nothin’ else in the room, ‘ceptin’ an old mattres, just Old Charley ‘n
me.

Old Charley and me was on the mattress, just lyin’ there next to
each other. Our bodies was touchin’ a lot, an’ we had our arms ’round
each other. I don’t remember whether we was kissin’ or we was
sleepin’. I felt good just bein’ so close to Old Charley. Then I
looked up, ‘n here comes Mortimer down the steps to the cellar.
Mortimer didn’t have any clothes on, either. He was just as maked as
we were. I looked at Mortimer and thought that I didn’t remember that
his pecker was as big as that. But it was swingin’ back ‘n forth
between his legs as he come down those stairs. Each time he stepped
down onta another step that pecker would slap up against his leg. I
really liked that thick red hair that was growin’ ’round his pecker.
He had a lot of it.

Old Charley woke up and looked at me. Then he saw that I was
lookin’ at somethin’ an’ he turned to look. That’s when he saw
Mortimer, and he turned onto his tummy real quick. Old Charley was
bein’ shy, again. Mortimer says ‘Hi’ to both of us, ‘n we ‘Hi’ him
back. Mortimer asks what we was doin’ ‘n we told him we was restin’. I
don’t think he believed that, ’cause he give us a funny look.

Mortimer comes over to the mattress ‘n he sits down on the edge
of it, side of Old Charley. Old Charley stays on his tummy with his
pecker boring into that mattress. Mortimer starts rubbin’ Old
Charley’s back, ‘n then while he’s doin’ that, we all’s talkin’
’bout what Mortimer wanted to do when we was together the last
time. Mortimer’s tellin’ us that it don’t hurt an’ its lotsa fun. Then
while’s he’s rubbin’ Old Charley’s back, he reaches over and starts
messin’ with my pecker. Old Charley’s watchin’ all this. Mortimer is
workin’ his hand lower on Old Charley, an’ first thing I knew, he’s
got his finger tryin’ to get into Old Charley’s shit hole. Old
Charley’s grinnin. He likes that. Then Mortimer hops over between us,
and just kinda pushes me onto my tummy, an’ then he’s doin’ the same
thing to me. I’m feelin’ his finger goin’ in an’ outta my shit hole,
and it really feels wild. I look over at Old Charley ‘n he’s grinnin’
an’ I’m grinnin’ right back at him. Old Charley’s got his ass goin’ up
an’ down with Mortimer’s finger. I start doin’ the same ‘n its feelin’
really wild. Mortimer’s finger is feelin’ good, ‘n its not hurtin’ at
all, an’ then I realize that there’s more’n a finger in that hole. I
look aroun’ an’ he’s got three fingers in each of our shit holes.

Old Charley ‘n I are both gettin’ into this. Then I feel Mortimer
pull his finger out. He’s tellin Old Charley to get up on top of me,
‘n he’s helpin’ Old Charley get his pecker into my shit hole. I feel
that old pecker of his slip right in to my shit hole. Then Mortimer
got his pecker all slicked up with spit, and he was rammin’ it into
Old Charley’s shit hole. When it went in, I felt Old Charley’s pecker
come slammin’ down into my shit hole. Then I felt it go out and them
come whompin’ back down in, ‘n then it bounced. That was when Mortimer
had slammed into Old Charley. After a few more times we all got things
arranged and just as Mortimer would get his pecker shoved all the way
in to Old Charley’s shit hole, Old Charley would have his pecker
‘n he’s helpin’ Old Charley get his pecker into my shit hole. I feel
that old pecker of his slip right in to my shit hole. Then Mortimer
got his pecker all slicked up with spit, and he was rammin’ it into
Old Charley’s shit hole. When it went in, I felt Old Charley’s pecker
come slammin’ down into my shit hole. Then I felt it go out and them
come whompin’ back down in, ‘n then it bounced. That was when Mortimer
had slammed into Old Charley. After a few more times we all got things
arranged and just as Mortimer would get his pecker shoved all the way
in to Old Charley’s shit hole, Old Charley would have his pecker
almost all out of my shit hole. Then when Mortimer pushed in, the
force rammed Old Charley’s pecker way down deep in my hole. It was
wild!

I heard Old Charley start to breath hard, an’ then I heard
Mortimer start to breath hard. Then I could tell that they had both
come. As they lay on top of me, I felt myself shootin deep down into
that mattress.

I woke up then. My pecker was getting soft and I could feel where
I had come all over myself. I looked around and it was getin’
daylight. I lay there and started wipin’ myself off, just as the
clock-radio went off.

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