Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2019 18:57:32 +0000 (UTC) From: D One Subject: CHARLIE AND SAL It was like a dream, a fantasy that provided late-night entertainment or some video he found after many searches on the internet which prompted his hand to go places, feel, pet and stroke until all he could hear was his own heavy breathing which turned to panting after his body spewed. That afternoon, like many, Charlie lay on his bed having discarded his clothing as soon as he closed the door. The peaked roof was his ceiling in the room created for him. After years of sharing with his two brothers, his father announced the summer project. Charlie helped learning how to construct, insulate & paint in the process. So his room was really his. He heard the noises from downstairs as always and blocked them out as his mind began the journey he looked forward to daily. Gym class was before his last lecture, leaving his thoughts of fantasy to cloud out the words of the teacher. By the time he returned to his isolation, his body craved attention. The older he got, the more often Charlie needed relief. Sometimes he worried these urges defined him as unbalanced or even a budding pervert. He crouched on the bench after gym class so others wouldn't see him sneaking mentally recordings of the naked classmates around him to be played back in his mind hours later. Thomas had a smooth crotch, Clayton had an uncut cock, Salvador had a thick one, Sanchez had a long one, Coach had a bulge that always made them laugh, Sinclair's thick black cock made him wonder. Charlie was breathing deeply as soon as he lay on the bed. Posters of athletes fasted to his angled walls began to go out of focus replaced by memorized and relished visuals. "Honey we're going out" he heard the high pitched message from his mother followed by some obvious noises of others, probably his younger brothers and the door slammed shut a couple of times. Distracted by the interruption, Charlie retrieved the lotion, deciding to take things slower and enjoy the delayed process. Lotion always delayed the inevitable, numbing his skin to the clutch of his fist. He closed his eyes and inserted a finger first. It was warm inside, He added a second finger and moved about wishing he could find his sister's dildo. Charlie had snuck into her room the summer and found the pink rubber item under her bed. He took it and began to use it until it moved inside him easier and easier. At first it hurt, but he let it stay in place while he milked his utter and loved the feeling of his body tightening around it when he shot. It was that feeling he wanted again and again. By the end of the summer, alone in the privacy of his new bedroom, the thick rubber kept him entertained. The door opened. Charlie jumped. He thought he locked the door. Salvador was there looking, then put his finger to his lips. As if to quiet him. There was nobody in the house Charlie knew but he obeyed watching Salvador peel off the tank top he wore. Charlie didn't know what to do or say. He stared at his classmate stripping off the running shorts revealing the thick dicks he had snuck a look at many time. Sal moved close to him. Charlie realized his hand was still partially inserted as Sal reached for it removing it. Sal's cock was hardening. Holding it now, Sal moved close enough to have his body press against Charlies bent legs. Sal moved one then the other until they surrounded his hips. The cock pressed and easily inserted into the dilated hole that Charlie's fingers had already teased. Again Sal's finger against his lips, signaled as his cock moved deeper and deeper. Thicker then Charlie's fingers the meat stretched the muscles. The pain was familiar and Charlie concentrated on relaxing if not ignoring it. Sal was bigger than his two or three fingers let alone his sister's stolen dildo. Charlie saw the room full of classmates stripping off the sweat stained shirts, flimsy shorts and jockstraps. They laughed, towel snapping each other, then suddenly water sprayed everywhere creating a level of steam that rose from the floor hiding legs, thighs and hovering just below their elongating penis and swinging fleshy bags. Soap swirled around their heaving chests dangling off erected nipples. Smiles, glances, tongues -- he could see them all now, not needing to hide as he caught glimpses. Inside him the thickness slid more easily. Charlie felt it, clutching around it and yet it kept pushing deeper and deeper then moved outward as if to leave him. Charlie groaned "no" and heard his words just as it moved back inside even deeper than before. It was happening the way he had seen on internet videos that excited him in the middle of the night. "I'm home" the shrill message interrupted his thoughts. The thickness moved faster and faster now. He felt the orgasm building like lava in a volcano spitting out warnings of the inevitable and he clutched it....trying to stop himself but the thickness fought him, shoving harder so Charlie felt the hips against his body. Opening his eyes, Charlie realized his experience was real. He watched the facial contortions as Sal neared his own explosion. And before he could decide anything his body exploded. Mid streams the cock jammed hard into him, Sal's hip bones slapping against his upturned buttocks again and again. Charlie gasped feeling a numbness in his lower gut. He didn't feel the thick cock leave him but saw Sal pulling on his shorts and shirt. He turned and smiled, then winked. The door opened and closed. Charlie decided it was all some sort of dumb dream..a fantasy that became so vivid it felt real. His fingers had obviously become the thick cock and his mind had finally taken him too far. He didn't eat much at dinner and ignoring the usual noise of his brothers, his mother talking about the letter from his Sister's college address and the grunts of his father, Charlie returned to his isolation to wonder if his mind had collapsed. But instead of worrying, his exhausted body collapsed into a deep deep sleep. Awaking the next day was also unusual. The normal vivid memory of dreams didn't exist. There was a numbness in his insides. After checking himself for blood or damage that his hand might have made, Charlie donned his backpack and resumed the normal Friday school schedule. The day seemed like a fog...gym class was normal too. Sitting on the bench, Charlie dressed in his clothing ignoring the routine of shower. "Hey" The nudge on his arm surprised him. "You ok?" Sal sat on the bench wearing only his jockstrap. "Uh yea, what's up?" Charlie asked. "Yesterday was great" Sal said as he lifted a leg to pull off straps. "Huh?" Charlie asked. Sal stood naked beside him. "What we did. God I needed it, you obviously did too" He pulled on the same flimsy shorts Charlie had dreamed about. Charlie stared. "Shit" he mumbled "I'm ready to do it again" Sal reached under his shorts and grabbed his cock. It was obviously growing. "I uh" Charlie didn't know what to say. The dream wasn't a dream his mind slowly calculated. "It's ok man, nobody knows. You and I are going to have fun" Sal sat down and pulled Charlies hand under his shorts. The thickness moved against his fingers. "And that cute ass of yours is going to get more of this" He pressed Charlies' fingers around his cock. "You want it don't you" Sal whispered as he pulled on his tee shirt. Meanwhile Charlie's fingers encircled the penis. "God yes" Charlie admitted. It was as if someone else's voice had answered. "Good. Can't today, Come over tomorrow, I got the house to myself" Charlie's dream was either still ongoing or a reality he could only hope for was happening. "And don't jack off tonight..save it for me" Sal stood now, releasing Charlies hand as he did so. Sal was gone. The last locker door slammed shut. Charlie sat there recovering. He flexed to see if the thickness was still inside signaling the dream existed. It was gone. This wasn't a dream. Charlie was late for his next class. It didn't matter. All he could think about was how he would sneak out of the house the next morning.