Charles & Dan
By John Candu

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Charles and Dan were my best friends in grammar school. I'm Joey, and for 
many years we were were inseparable. We spent hours in the woods playing cops 
and robbers and, later, playing with our dicks and other peoples' dicks,
and eventually this evolved into more satisfying encounters.

We experienced our sexual awakening by the time we were ten or so. We built a
clubhouse in the woods.  There we had a fairly dry place to hide our
stash of porn.  We all contributed to the stash; mostly Playboys.  One
day Charles donated a gold mine: 12 pictures of naked guys he'd retrieved
from his brother's trash can.  They were 5x7 black-and-whites of naked
men in a variety of poses -- some sucking, some fucking, and I couldn't 
tear my eyes away from the guy poking his shaft between another man's 
asscheeks. I didn't say anything right off, but I immediately got a hard-on. 
I wanted to see how my two friends reacted before I revealed an opinion either 
way. But I could tell Charles and Dan were hard as well.

We got on our stomachs on the straw floor of the clubhouse and began
admiring the poses.

"Look how big this one is," said Charles, holding a picture up.  "I'll
bet he's a foot long."

"Looks as thick as a police baton. I'm getting stiff myself -- how about 
you guys?" I waited for an answer as I leafed through the shots again.

"I wouldn't mind doing some of those things," said Dan.

"That's queer stuff -- we don't want to be queers," Charles said. But Charles's dick
seemed to be tenting the most. He sure had a monster cock -- Dan and I together
weren't as large as Charles. Hell, he was only ten and had a cock larger than
most adults.

Dan looked at Charles and said, "Yeah, well, I'll bet you've got a woodie right now, so
what does that make you?"

"Aw, we've *all* got woodies now," Charles said with a grin."  

"Hell, sex is just sex. I don't see that it matters who you do it with. Everybody needs
to get off," I said.

I removed my jeans and briefs.  We were totally comfortable getting naked
with each other. I began jacking my 6 inches and said,  "You guys really wanna 
try some of the stuff in the pictures?"

Charles said, "Yeah, let's get naked! I'm really horny. I want to fuck some hot ass!"  

In a moment the three of us had our hard-ons sticking out. We huddled together
groping and squeezing and hugging and pressing our cocks together and feeling each
other up.

"I'm not sure I could take your cock up my ass, it's so big," I said to Charles. My dick wanted to
say yes, but my ass was afraid. 

"You can make him slick with spit and drool before you take it." 
Dan squeezed Charles's shaft and caught a little of the clear precum. He sucked it from
his finger. Running his hands through Charles's pubes, he said, "I wonder
how long before we start getting hair."

"Everybody's a little different," I said. "Charles's cock somehow got a head 
start." 

"Which photo do you like best?" Charles handed me the photos again. 

"Well, we've all sucked one another, so that's no big deal. Ok, I'm just nervous,
but the idea of getting butt-fucked turns me on. I don't want to hurt 
or bleed though." There -- I finally said it and there was no turning back.

"I'd try it with you," Charles said, running his fingers between my
ass cheeks. He lingered at my crinkle with a finger wet with pre-cum. Charles was
giving me a horny butt itch -- one that could be scratched only with his fat cock. 
Doing it in front of Dan made it all the better.

Charles had two fingers in my hole and I was jacking his monster. I hunched my
pussy back and forth to his rhythm. Charles said, "I've jacked off many nights thinking 
about fucking you."

"Hell yeah. You've got the nicest ass I've ever seen. Hell, I'd like to rim you
someday. I'll bet you're so tight." 

"I don't know; I hear it hurts like a sonofabitch."

"I've heard there's just a moment of pain and then it feels good. If 
you sucked me and got me real slick, it 
would go in easier. I'd stop anytime you said so."

Charles was behind me now, sliding his cock back and forth vertically 
between my cheeks. It felt hot and alive. He reached around and played 
with my boy-clit. His cockhead against 
my rosebud felt gigantic. I wanted it -- bad! The way I was leaking
precum, there was no doubt.

"Ok, so you promise to stop if I say stop?"

"Yep."

"Ok then." 

Charles's cockhead was bigger than a large plum, I swear. I could just 
bareley get my mouth around it, but I had to make it slick. In fact, 
Charles was so large for his age that I probably wasn't taking but a couple of
inches before I'd gag. So, I licked his pee-hole and slathered saliva up and down
and all around his pole. Charles was thick and veiny, and I took his balls into my 
mouth one at a time and rolled them around.

"Let's do it, or I'm gonna cum," Charles said.

No use in delaying. I had a feeling Charles was going to fuck me no
matter what I said. And I wanted it.

I turned aroud, doggie-style, and pressed back against Charles as he fed a couple of inches
of cock into my pussy. The pain was excruciating and he didn't even have
all of his head in. I called for him to stop a moment to let me get used to it, but he
pressed on out of need.

I could still say no. There was no dare involved in this. At the same time, I've
always been attracted to boys. I knew me secret would get out sometime. Besides, in my child's
mind, I knew there were no real secrets anyway, not even among best friends. Word would get out.
I was of two minds about that -- boys would hear about me, snicker and make fun,
but they would come to me for sex. Then the word would
scatter even more. Then, tough shit, kid, there would be no way to remove the label of 
"town pussy boy." And, as my child's mind pondered all this as my ass practically ate
Charleses' cock, I decided I didn't care if I became the pussy boy. Maybe that would
be a good thing. I would have a regular supply of what I craved most.

"Just take as much as you can and then stop for awhile," Charles said. "God, you've 
got such a nice tight ass -- tighter than any bitch."

Dan giggled. "Have you actually fucked a bitch -- or anyone else for that matter?"

"No, but...." he gasped and pushed another inch... "this feels better than anything...."
his breathing got faster.... he pushed further.... "now you've got it all... I'm buried
to the hilt..."

I began fucking his rod slowly, and Charles picked up the pace.

"How does it feel?" Dan was beside us, watching intently.

"It does feel better after a little pain. Once you get moving, it's like you want more
and more," I said.

Charles and I began pumping faster and faster. His man juice was lube enough. I felt impaled on him.

Charles was long-stroking me now, and I didn't want to think about how torn up and bloody I
was going to be when this was over. But, for that moment in time, I wanted it to
go on forever. I could tell that Charles's balls were riding higher and he was
about to slip over the edge. Dan got down in front of me and sucked my clit. He 
only head-bobbed a time or two before I gushed into his mouth. As I came, my pussy clinched
harder around Charles's monster. He grabbed my waist, grunted loudly, and slammed me 
back and forth on his long cock as he plunged faster and deeper.  I felt his helmet grow. Then he 
grunted with each breath as he pumped jet after jet of sperm
into my pussy hole.

We collapsed and I was sandwiched in the middle of the heap.

"Very, very entertaining!" said a new voice over the sound of his applause.
It was Steve, Charles's brother, who quietly entered the club house
while we were in the final throes. "I have a feeling word's gonna
get around."

Charles, his face glowing red, replied, "Yeah, well, what about your 
queer stash of pictures and magazines!"

Steve smiled at that.  "You little dickhead, I purposely left
those where you could find them. And I followed you out here. I
was right: you're all was queer as me."

"What?" Charles looked at his brother as he wiped ass juice from
the monster.

Looking at our boners, Steve began getting naked.  "Ya'll totally
worn out or still got enough energy for action? Hell,
I even brought the KY!"

Steve flopped out a fat 9-inch cock.

"Gosh!" I said.

"Go on, play with it, pussy boy." Steve stepped in front of me.
Using both hands, I felt him and ran my fingers through his pubic
hair, jacked his cock and cupped his balls.  

"Want to suck it?"

"Suck it, ride it, swallow it." I got on my knees and took it into my mouth as far as
it would go, which was only about a few inches.  Charles and Dan got
on either side and played with his shaft and balls and Steve fondled
their boymeat. Steve's cock grew, and I backed my ass onto his rod and my hole 
swallowed it up to the base. 

"God, you were born to be a pussyboy. It won't take me any time at all to cum."

Just beyond the trees, Steve's Mom was calling.  "STEVE!  You come home
NOW!"  

"I'M CUMMING MOTHER!"

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