GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/gay020.txt

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CHUCK
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Written and donated by:
A member of CHRISTOPHER
STREET BBS [phone]

I lived in a great house.  It was two stories high with a
large attic above.  There was just enough room on the lot to
hold the house and a small yard.  You would see homes like
this in any older small town in Central Jersey. It was the
end of November when I discovered the best feature of the
home.

I had decided to dig around in the attic and find last years
Christmas decorations.  I knew they were up there with the
boxes of old clothing and other memories.  I groped my way
up the creaky steps and was reaching for the light cord when
I realized that there was a dim glow from the home right
next door.  Looking out I could see where the attic of that
home had been turned into a bedroom.  It was a truly "all
boys" room with plastic models and rock posters.  A bed
filled one corner.  It was covered with rumpled sheets.

One of the teenage neighbors' sons lay on the bed.  It was
Chuck who was about 16 years old.  He had cut my lawn this
past summer to earn extra money.  I had watched him working
each time.  Dressed only in his OP shorts, he would parade
back and forth, pushing the lawn mower.  It made me wish for
a larger lawn.

He was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt.  The shirt was
unbuttoned and the jeans were open at the fly and pulled
down to his thighs.  His one hand disappeared under the
waistband of his briefs and the other cupped his balls,
moving over the whiteness of the cotton.

Chuck's eyes were closed and his head tilted back and turned
toward me.  His brown curly hair framed his delicate face.
His lips parted in a small private smile.  A long neck made
a line to his developing chest.  My eyes traced a path down
past the nipples and flat stomach to Chuck's naval where a
faint growth of hair started.

The head of a man sized cock pushed its way up from the
teenage crotch.  His hand, slowly moving on the hard shaft,
had excited it to a pulsing purple knob.  His hips moved
almost off the bed as he lifted them to meet his moving
hands.  Each wave pushed the briefs farther down his solid
legs.

A clear drop of precum juice must have formed on the tip of
his cock.  He paused long enough to reach with his finger
and spread its slickness around the edge of the young cock.
He paused again.  This time his finger carried the drop to
his lips.  He rubbed it across his lower lip and then
licked.

His hands returned to his waist, pushing his clothing off.
He brought his knees up and returned to the rhythmic
stroking of his cock.  Each stroke was long and slow.  I
could see his stomach and buns tighten with each fuck of his
fist.

My own cock was not ignoring the show.  I freed my dick and
joined Chuck in a voyeuristic circle jerk.  His rhythm had
increased.  Quicker and shorter strokes told me that his
teen cock was about to shoot its load.  I could almost see
his balls tighten in excitement.  His head rolled back and
forth in the pillow and his nipples were erect.  His mouth
opened wider with pleasure.  His tongue licking his lower
and upper lips.  His hips lifted off the bed and a shudder
formed at his shoulders.  It traveled down his body and
seemed to focus in his balls.  His right hand moved deep
between his legs.  It pushed past his balls and hovered near
his ass.  I could tell that his fingers were pressing
against that brown hole.  His left hand pumped once then
twice. It pumped again and stayed at the base of the hard
cock.  The grip tightened and pumped again.

Chuck's body arced up off the bed as a spurt of cum flew
across his tan stomach and landed on his chest.  Another
landed on his stomach followed by a third that filled the
hollow of his belly button.

His hand moved up and then down.  I could almost hear him
moaning with pleasure and relief from the sexual tension.
Another jerk with his hand brought an ooze of cum out of the
shiney cock as his body relaxed back onto the bed.  His grip
loosened and his once hard cock began to rest on his stomach
as he rubbed the spent flesh.

His eyes opened and he looked down along his body, past the
pools of cum to the source of his pleasure.  Both hands
cupped his cock and balls, pulling them gently against his
body.

My own cock had followed Chuck's.  We had come together.
Each spurt of his mirrored by a spurt from mine.  I sat in
the darkened attic wondering how many of these private porno
shows I had missed and vowing to return each day.

Chuck turned away for a moment and he appeared to talk to
someone.  Could there be someone else in his room?  There at
his bedside was a phone.  The receiver was missing.  I
followed the dark cord across the bed to the side of his
head.  Cradled near his ear was the handset.  Chuck nodded
as he talked into the mouthpiece.  He reached for his
underwear and wiped his chest and stomach.  His conversation
over, he rolled to the side and hung up the phone.  He
turned back and it was almost as though he was looking right
at me.  He reached again and turned off the light.

.                    ************

My name is Chuck and I am sixteen.  My buddy Bobby and I
have been close friends since grade school.  We did
everything together.  He and I even discovered jerking off
together and have shared the fun ever since the first time.
Sometimes when I was especially horny and Bob was home, I'd
call him and then the two of us would jerk off while we
talked on the telephone.

I had called Bob tonight and we talked about school for a
while.  Then he started telling me about these jeans he had
bought and was going to wear the next day.  They were the
button fly kind and Bob was saying how he felt real good
when he wore them.  He told me how he was unbuttoning them
right now and how he didn't have anything on under them.  We
started jerking off and from the sounds, I could tell he was
really hot.  I was just about to cum when I got this feeling
that someone was watching.  It made me more excited then
ever.  I shot my load all over almost at the same time that
Bobby did.

I cleaned up a little before saying goodbye to Bob.  As I
looked out into the darkness I saw a shadowy shape move.  I
turned off the light and let my eyes adjust to the darkness.
Across the way, I could see someone moving away from the
window.

I knew it must be Allan, my parents' neighbor.  He always
seemed to be watching.  I had cut his lawn last summer and
would enjoy dressing in shorts that seemed to make him watch
even closer.  I sometimes even thought about him while I
jerked off.  The boldest I had ever gotten was the one day
when I left the fly on my OP shorts open while I cut the
grass.  We both had half a hard on the entire time.

I couldn't decide which I felt stronger about.  The fear of
his discovery or the excitement of having someone watch.

Bobby and I have been friends forever but it wasn't until
last summer when we were 15 that we really got close.  It
had started one night when I slept over his house.  We
shared his bed and climbed in together wearing just our
shorts.

I woke up during the night with a warm excitement filling my
body. I found myself cuddled against Bobby's back with my
young dick hard and pressing against his buns.  My
embarrassment made me quickly move away.  I was afraid that
my pounding heart and uncontrolled breath would wake him.  I
laid there afraid of what he would say.

As the coolness of the room again filled the space between
us I felt Bobby nestle back into me.  Our bodies fit so
well; My chest against his back and my erect cock pressed
against the cheeks of his ass.  I tried to lay motionless,
enjoying the closeness.  I slowly began to realize that Bob
was also awake.  I could feel him move as he tried to
secretly excite himself.  I decided to act.  I placed my
hand on his  shoulder.

"Bob", I said.  There was no answer.  "Bob, are you awake?"

"Yeah, Chuck."

"Bob, If I get you mad tell me and I'll stop."

I heard no reply and began to move my hand down along his
arm.  As I followed it, my arm moved across his body.  I
stopped when my hand reached the waistband of his shorts.  I
paused for a second then let my fingers slide beyond his
only clothing and rest on top of his own hand.

"Let me feel it."

His hand withdrew, letting me touch his hard cock.  I curled
my hand around it and squeezed gently.  I could feel it
swell in my grip.  I pressed my own hard cock against him.

Bob rolled to face me.  His eyes which had been closed,
opened.  His hands moved down my chest and stomach stopping
only when they reached my shorts.  He pushed them off,
freeing my penis.  Together we shed the last clothing and
explored each others body.  I remembered how I would touch
myself to jerk off and tried to touch Bob the same way. I
held his balls in one hand and stroked his cock with the
other.  I could sense him responding.

I was almost ready to cum.  The feeling of someone else
holding me was so new.  Not knowing where the hand would
move.  Not knowing how hard or soft it would grip.

"I'm going to cum, Bobby.  Please make me cum!"  My hips
started pumping.  I forced my dick back and forth in his
hand.  "Please make me cum!"  I gasped.

We came.  First me then Bobby.  Hot, sticky cum spurted from
our dicks onto each others stomachs and chests.  It filled
our hands and dripped onto the bed.  It stuck to our pubic
hair and made our dicks glisten.  Between sounds of
satisfaction and whispers of trust, we shot again and again.

.                   *******************

Chuck usually calls me Bob or Bobby.  I've been trying to
get him to use Rob because I think it sounds better.  We've
grown up together but where he is tall and dark, I'm average
height and blond haired.  He already has nice muscle
definition and I'm on the thin side.

The night he spent at my house when we jerked each other off
for the first time has started something great.  I had tried
to make it happen several times without any luck.  That
night everything was right.  We got over the initial
embarrassment and cleaned up some of the cum that had shot
all over us and the bed.  We held each other and talked.

Both of us found ourselves getting excited again.  This time
we took it a little slower.  Pulling away the covers, we
explored our bodies and talked about what really got us hot.
I had hair under my arms and around my dick but it was blond
and you could hardly see it.  Chuck had darker hair and even
the start of a real faint mustache.  His hair was soft and
fine and started at his belly button.  It grew over his dick
and there was a little on his balls and around to his ass.
My hair seemed like just a small patch above my cock.

Both of us had been circumcised.  Chucks cock seemed bigger
and darker.  It seemed like it was always ready to get hard.
Mine was lighter and tighter.  His hung loose, mine pointed
out a little.  His swayed slowly when he moved where mine
seemed to almost bounce.  What amazed us both was that when
we were both hard, we were both about the same size.

We came a second time that night.  I did things to Chuck
that I had thought about for a long time.  He let me rub my
cock between the soft mounds of the cheeks of his ass.  I
humped them until I came.  The cum squeezing between us and
spreading over his back and my stomach.  In turn he faced me
and put his erect tool between my legs.  Stomach to stomach,
he pumped it under my balls, pressing my own spent pecker
between us each time, stopping only when he was ready to
shoot.  At that last moment he let his stiff cock spring up,
and taking it in his hand, turned on his back, shooting his
load into the air and letting it fall onto both of us.

That first night between virgins left us tired and sore.  It
had ended in the shower with me washing Chuck and him
washing me.  The cum stained sheets got buried in the
laundry basket. Our feelings expressed and no longer secret.
Our promises to do it again sure to be kept.