CHAPTER 18: UNDER THE STARS WITH CHARLIE

Charlie (1997)

Showering Under A Summer Moon

That summer I rode my bike over from Santa Rosa to a park in Combes more days than I can count, the park by the RV Resort, with the outdoor shuffleboard, a club house with pool tables, miniature golf, a Frisbee golf course, and the glory hole where I had sucked off the guys from Harlingen.

I used to head over there mostly to use the pool, which was free.  Kyle, who was also a swimmer, recognized me, but had promised not to "out" me to the group.  We ran into each other several times at the pool, and had developed a friendship, though honestly he was more of a suck buddy than a close friend.  Kyle swam for the Cardinals, and I remembered him in his red speedos.  At one of the meets he placed third and was standing next to me on the platform.  I'd placed second in the 200 Free.  Kyle had been just as personably then too.  And he'd bothered to remember my name.

One night, late in the summer, I had gone for a swim.  It was pretty late in the evening, but the park was well lit and so it wasn't a problem.  One of the things I liked about the showers by the pool was that the boys shower area with its six stations was actually a walled enclosure; no roof, so it was open to the sky.

I just loved looking up at the stars as I had a long, relaxing shower.  There were cement benches where you could sit and change or rest your rucksack.  There was a backpack there on the bench.  I figured someone must still be around.  I undressed and changed into my trunks, stuffing my shorts and Batman t-shirt back into my bag.

As I approached the shower after my swim, I heard water running.

I had run into Kyle a few times, but hadn't seen his car in the parking lot, so I didn't think it was him.  I guessed it was some old guy from the RV resort who was using the pool.  I remember hoping that whoever it was intruding on my privacy was almost done so I could get to spanking the monkey once he left.  I was especially horny that night.

I slipped in quietly, there were no doors, just an L-shaped entrance that blocked any outside view into the showers.   When I peered around the corner into the shower area, my head began to swim at the sight before my eyes!  It was Charlie, Kyle's younger brother.  I had sucked his dick that first time at the glory hole in the restroom next door at Kyle's behest.  I guess Kyle didn't want his little brother to miss out on what was going on.  I had seen him around several times afterward, and he always kept his eyes on me.  He was a cute kid, still in junior high, I think.  I was a junior in high school, and next year I would be a senior, and honestly, it rankled me a bit that his dick was every bit as large as mine, maybe a bit fatter.  It rankled me in the same way that it vexed me that Mark, my younger brother was also bigger.

Kyle's younger brother had wavy, dark blond hair, tan skin, huge green eyes and pouty lips.  He looked like a younger version of Kyle.  He was standing under the flowing water with his head tilted back, his eyes closed and his hand slowly stroking his soapy little erection!

I quietly stripped, releasing my rigid little pole to the glorious night air, and moved into position under the shower across from him.  I turned on the flow and faced his direction so that my turgid cock would be in plain view.

He stood there  long time, eyes closed, water running down his body as he worked his little shaft  His eyes snapped open that he knew he was busted big-time.  His hand immediately flew from his boner and he turned half away, sputtering something unintelligible.  I pretended to ignore the situation for the moment and just sighed with contentment as the water cascaded over me.

"I love it here this time of night,"  I said.  "I like the stars and I have the pool all to myself most of the time."  I continued, then added, "I guess you do, too.

He slowly turned to face me, blushing furiously.  He was at a loss for words when he looked my way looking my body up and down.  His eyes fell on my own shaft, now fully erect and throbbing hard.  My erection was doing that thing when it sort of bobs up and down a bit in time with my heartbeat and I'm not sure if he'd ever seen a dick do that.  His was hard but not throbbing like that.  Every dick is different.   It's what makes us each unique.  You know?

I reached down and fingered my erection, "I like to do this, too," I said as I slowly started to stroke my pulsating hard-on.  "Go ahead and finish," i said, then almost as an afterthought, I added nervously, "We can finish together, if it doesn't bother you."

My stomach did a few churns I was so nervous, and I'm not really sure why.  I mean, I had sucked this kid a couple of months ago off at the glory hole.  But somehow that was different.  And he'd clearly only been there that day at his older brother's bidding.   Kyle had stayed to watch and told me that it was Charlie's first blow job.

"Sure," he stammered.   "I, uh, I'd like that...  turns me on to see another guy doing it, too."

I wondered just who he had watched jacking off.  His brother, Kyle?  Or maybe a class mate during a sleep over?

I moved closer to him, turned on the shower right next to his, and continued my slow wank.  He went back to work on his own shaft, looking intently at my own throbbing boner.  I inched a bit closer, so that we were occasionally brushing against each other with our penises."

"Can I touch yours?" he asked, and I took my hand away to allow him access.  My little dick throbbed, arching up and down in anticipation.  It was something it did on its own.  I had no control over it.

He switched to using his left hand on his own cock while he reached for mine with his right.  Even though I knew what was happening,  saw his hand reaching over in the space between us, I still jumped a little when his hand closed around my erection.  I began to stroke his back with the hand I had been using to jerk off with, moving lower as he slowly pleasured my dick.

He looked up into my face and hesitated, "Would you do it again?" he asked, "you know, suck me like before?"

I had no voice to speak and too many emotions were conflicting inside me.  It was weird, but I sort of heard Chuck's voice asking me to suck him, and there was this collage of voices, all my brother's, asking me again and again and again starting around age 10 and continuing until he graduated and went off to college. By the time I was 14 I knew how to deep throat like a porn star, and for me sexual pleasure was not about my own orgasms, but the pleasure I derived from my partner's orgasm.  It started with Chuck, who made sure I understood my place in the scheme of things.  But there had been other guys.  It was an old game.  And I knew my part in it.  And I did for Kyle's brother what I had always done for Chuck.  I kneeled down in front of him and took his dick in my mouth.

His dick wasn't long, not much bigger than mine, and with an upward curve.   Pointed at the sky like mine.  I looked at the smattering of dark blonde pubes at the base.  Up close I realized it was a bit bigger, not much, but it made my face burn with embarrassment anyway.  He wasn't saying or doing anything to tease me or make fun or anything.  But the fact he was bigger shamed me.  I don't know why, but it did.  These things that happen to you when you are a kid, they sort of change you.  Like scars, you have to get used to them, once you have a scar it might fade a little, but it's there to stay.

Aside from his size his dick looked a lot like Kyle's--prow shaped, uncircumcised like me, with a foreskin that was hanging halfway down his flared head. I licked the underside of his shaft and felt his balls brush against my chin, swirled my tongue around the circumcised tip then and back down to his balls. As I licked up toward the tip he let out a soft moan. "Oh yeah, man,  that's great."

I pulled his foreskin up and over the little head as I squeezed it gently, jacking him slowly and Sensuously. The effect on Charlie was amazing. The look on his face was one of complete wonder, surprise and pleasure. He was so cute that I leaned in closer and kissed him firmly on the lips as I jacked his little cock. He kissed back, awkwardly at first and then more sensuously as he figured out what a French kiss was all about.

His balls were naturally very smooth. I pulled down his foreskin and let the head roll gently in my mouth. I looked at him as he gaped at me in wonder. I tightened my lips into a ring and watched the length of his spit-slicked shaft sliding in and out of my mouth, disappearing and reappearing below my nose as I bobbed up and down on it.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on this boy's scent, on the taste and texture of his cock, when suddenly I felt a squirt of spunk hit the back of my throat, a lot more than I had been expecting from a guy in junior high.

His cum tasted strange but somehow good.  Then I felt his hands on my own small cock and before I could stop him I was I was shooting streams of my teen spirit halfway across the shower.  The expression on his face was great, I don't think he had ever seen a real distance shooter, and given my size, I don't think he expected he to do more than dribble.  But jacking me off and watching me shoot must have excited him because I could see he was reviving quickly. Suddenly he jumped up and started to position me over a bench.

Charlie climbed on top of me and slowly inserted his stiff little cock in my butt hole.  He sank it as deep as he  could, and the excitement was too much. Charlie thrust into me for about ten seconds before shooting his load deep inside me.  It was like a finger in my ass, barely pushing past my sphincter.  I had been fucked by several guys by that time and I suddenly it dawned on me what my own small dick must feel like in comparison.

He finally stopped convulsing and when he pulled himself free, I turned around to face him as he opened his eyes to look into mine.  I know he wanted to kiss me.  I could see it in his eyes.  But there was something holding him back, and so I just rubbed his head with my left and got up to wash the cum off my body.  Charlie went to the bench and got dressed quickly, and left, quietly, before I even got out of the shower.  When I went to get dressed my Batman t-shirt was gone.

I looked up at the exit, realizing the little shit had stolen it.

David (1993)

I got the shirt back from him a few nights later, when he met me at the pool again.  Then I gave it to him to keep, turns out he wanted to wear it.  And Charlie and I got to be good friends,  It was an unexpected friendship.  We did more night swimming.  And he confessed to me how often he had thought about me since that first day at the glory hole.   Charlie was another one ofo those guys in high school who talked about girls, but also said he enjoyed fooling around with m too.  But I think for him there was something more, maybe all the stuff that went down with his brother too.

The Tree House

It was several weeks later, when one night, at the pool, he told me that he wanted to spend the night. I told him about our tree house in the back yard, and we decided that would be a great idea.  By that time he had also met, and become friends with my brother, Mark.  His mom had called my mom, like parents did back then, nd the sleep over had been set up.   When he got there, Mark was there, and we all sat around talking for a while.  Charlie kept asking about the tree house and said several times how he wanted to see it.   

It was twilight when we all went out to the treehouse, and as I climbed up inside I saw Mark had stocked it with fresh supplies, snacks, soft drinks, fresh blankets, and he had lugged our sleeping bags up there too.  There was also  small cooler with a half bag of ice.  

"So how did you two meet?"  Mark asked raising one eye brow,  my hackles rose with this very first question.  Mark had that cat-ate-the-canary grin on his face.

"In Combes, at the recreation center," Charlie answered matter of factly.

"Oh," Mark laughed,  "So was he one of the guys you sucked off?"

I turned three shades of red, and Charlie did a double take, unsure of whether to be embarrassed or banter back, he smiled coyly and said, "Yeah."  Then the tentative tone left his voice and he laughed to, "Actually, I was."

Mark laughed.  "So are you his boyfriend now?" Mark looked over at Charlie.  he was directing the question to him.

Charlie blushed. 

:You know my brother is gay, right?"  Mark asked.

Charlie nodded.

"Are you?" Mark asked with about as much finesse as a Mack Truck.

Charlie hesitated, shrugged his shoulders.

"How many times little brother suck you off?"

Charlie shrugged again, "twice." he ventured, "maybe three times."

"So what is it you want from LD?"  Mark asked, and I knew someday I would have to explain that.

Charlie again shrugged,  "We're friends."

"So why did my Mom tell me that she gave her permission to your Mom for you to visit me tonight?"

Charlie hesitated, and I'm sure I paused too.  This was new information to me.  Then he said, "Kyle, my brother, said it would be better."

Mark nodded.  "Cause I'm closer to your age, than LD?"  Ok, now for sure I was going to have to explain that to Charlie.  Jesus!

Charlie just said, "Yes"

Mark looked seriously at him, "Then I guess tomorrow you and I should hang out some.  I should know something about you anyways."  He said in friendly tones, "Mom will ask questions about how I met you."

Charlie nodded his head in agreement.

"Great," Mark said.  "So i have a question for you two right now.  And I think you owe me one. Since I already covered for you with mom."  

We watched him.  I wondered what he was up to.

"Which one of you has the bigger dick?" Mark asked with his very direct manner.

I paused, and Charlie said, "Mine is just a little bit bigger,"  He raised his fingers in the universal sign of "little".

"I wanna see," Mark said.  Charlie and I looked at each other.  His facial expression said, "Is he for real?" in as many words.  But when I reached down to unzip, he did too.    No one but my brother could pull that kind of shit off, but Mark has always had a way of saying shit that smells like roses.

I got my dick hard, and Charlie followed suit.  We both stood up as best you could in the tree house, and Mark pulled out a measuring tape,  My face burned with embarrassment, cause this wasn't the first time he'd measured me only to tell me how much larger his own dick was over mine.

He measured me first,  then measured Charlie, bending his dick, which normally pointed up like mine, down so it was perpendicular to his body and measured.  He then put the tape in a circle around the outside of the thickest part of our shafts.  Mark wrote the numbers down on paper and did a few calculations.  He had always been good with numbers.  "So Charlie you are almost a half inch longer.  And your dick is a little fatter too."  Then he laughed, "but damn, except for that you guys have like twin dicks.  Both point the same, same curve, same color, same foreskin,  Freaky!"  

Charlie blushed, but I could see in his eyes he was proud that Mark had established him as the larger. Guys all develop at different rates, but I could tell he was behind the curve with other guys in his grade and had heard about it.  

Mark looked at him seriously. "My brother has taken a lot of shit, some of it from me,  But recently he got his heart, and his balls, busted.  So I need to know you are gonna be cool with him."

Charlie nodded, "I will."

"You better." Mark said, and it sounded like a warning.  It was one of those moments where the nature of brotherly love got drilled into me.  Mark might tease the crap outta me, but on some level he was protective of his "little brother" too.  Then Mark laughed jovially and started down the ladder to the backyard.  

Charlie and I hung for for a while, telling jokes, playing cards, until it got late.   Charlie even read a poem he had written that he was rather proud of.  I could tell from the way he read it, he thought it was good, and he hoped I would too.  I still have a copy of it in a scrapbook in his handwriting:

In that moment
Lost in waves of ecstasy
With my head back
And your own gasps
betraying our own bliss
and the tide exchanged between us
My hands exploring
The lines and curves
Of your smooth flesh
I realized that part of me
released and deep inside you
will remain within.
I have touched you in a way
that is forever.
And forever transformed me.

Next to your tight tanned body
I know I am a man
For the first time
I have arisen
On exotic currents
By your floodgates unleashed
Almost drowning me

Then
You arched your back
Craned your neck
And kissed me
With such passion and abandon
That suddenly
I stopped being who i was
And in that moment there was only we,
only the passion, only the tidal surge
again and again I was gone.
I filled you in my rampant hunger for release,
and you, in return drank again from me
in innocent desire

In that moment
I too was
Glorious

I have read it a thousand times, a reminder of one who would come to love me, even if only for too short a season.  

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I watched as Charlie slipped the tank top over his head. There wasn't a hair on his smooth tanned chest.  Just a tuft of blond hair under his armpits.  Of course, how many guys in junior high have hairy chests? He sat on the edge of the bed, as he removed his shoes.

He glanced at me as he pulled down his shorts that were a little too tight. Just as I had thought from the outline in his shorts he put on after our swim. No underwear. The shorts are tight enough that the lines would have shown if he had had on briefs. His small but beautiful cut dick lay limp across his nuts. Yeah, the shorts were tight enough that I had a good idea what his dick would look like. There was a very small patch, of very soft looking pubic hair making a sparse half moon around the shaft of his cock. The first time I saw it, when he had put his penis through the glory hole, it had struck me powerfully.  I don't meet that many guys with truly blond pubic hair.

As he turned to crawl into his sleeping bag, I slipped off my tee shirt and dropped my pants. I left my boxer-briefs on.

I turned off the lantern, and slipped into sleeping bag beside Charlie. I pulled the blanket over us too. I rolled onto my side with my back to him. I don't know how long I lay there trying to forget he was lying there naked right next to me. Trying to forget that all I had to do would be to reach out, and I would touch him. It had to be several minutes. I could hear by his breathing that Charlie hadn't gone to sleep yet either.

We must have been lying there at least a half hour. Charlie moved, and I almost jumped when I felt his hand on the back of my shoulder slide up to my neck.

"David," he whispered, "let's do it."

He didn't have to ask me twice, and I sure wasn't going to make him beg. I rolled onto my back, lifting my butt up as I slipped off my boxer-briefs. Charlie turned the lantern in the tree house back on as I dropped my underwear beside me on the wood planks of the floor. Charlie was quickly in my arms. He was squirming all over me. His small hard dick rubbing against my own.

His mouth was plying my chest with kisses, as I gently ran my hands up and down his smooth body. I cupped his silky smooth butt cheeks with my hands and sighed. Athletic but not muscular. He was so firm but yielding. Today I know that there is a two year age rule, between consenting adolescents, at least in most states, but back then, in the mid 90's who knew? I was ashamed, but for all the wrong reasons. I'm was about to be a senior and Charlie was still in Junior High.  While our penises were very close to the same size, his was a shade longer and a bit thicker.  That truth was forever present in the back of my mind..  

But then the two of us had something else in common: both of us had been sexually seduced by our older brothers.

Charlie slid down as he kissed lower and lower. He threw a leg across mine, and I could feel his hard shank pressed tight against me. He gently humped against my leg as his mouth reached my swollen cock. Low moans were coming from deep inside him.

He gave my shaved nuts a couple of licks before he moved to the little shaft of my hard aching rod and watched it pulsing for a bit before taking it into his mouth. His wonderful tongue knew just what to do. He did it all. A hard firm lap of his tongue up my short shaft to the tender tip of my hooded dick.

He had been a fast learner.  There was a lot of material even back then in the 90s on how to suck a dick: how be a great top, even directions on how to be a power bottom.  He said he had read up on it in an old paperback of  The Joy of Gay Sex.  But he had also asked me about every trick I knew.  I was just 17, but I had been sucking dick since I was 11, so I knew more than your average bear. His tongue darted out to gently tickle that sensitive spot under the ridge of my dick-head. Fuck! For a second there, I thought it was all over. Charlie had gotten good in the several weeks we had been friends. He could tell I was about to shoot.

Then Charlie swallowed my whole dick! 

Just like that. One second, his mouth was posed over the head of my dick, tongue making circles in my foreskin, and the next, his nose was buried in my nuts, and my dick was all the way to the back of his mouth! I gave a few humps, and he came off my dick leaving it soaking wet with his slobber.

He quickly lay me backward and placed my knees on either side of his hips. He bent forward and, as he used one hand to balance himself with, and the other to guide his dick into my puckered opening. I know I had to be panting as his wet dick felt the opening of my hole.  I could see his every move, watch the expressions of ecstasy wash across his face.  

To this day my partner's facial expressions during sex have more to do with my arousal than anything else.

I stayed perfectly still as Charlie worked his beautiful cock as deep into me as his small endowment would allow. I couldn't help the moans that escaped from me. The feel of his hard cock.  He fucked me fast, faster speed than I think I had ever experienced, and sometimes his shaft slid out and he had to reposition himself.  Charlie groaned with pleasure as he slipped into me again and again.

He told me afterward that it felt as if my ass was sucking in his dick as he pushed into me. He smiled at me as his firm cock and balls plunged in again and again into my ass. I could tell his need was as great as mine, and I started slowly working my body up and down on his dick. While Charlie taught me that small dicks do feel different inside you than large ones, he also taught me that the sex could just as good.

He spit into my hand and wrapped it loosely around my hard rod.  Oh, it felt so nice in his hand. I just held my body still, and let his movement inside me and on my dick move me to orgasm. Charlie tried to smile his thanks between grunts, but he was already at that stage were he was having to grimace.

I was aroused, deeply, not like a volcano, more like  sustained earthquake.  His fucking was so good that I had to groan and start bucking I was so close. I don't see how I had kept from cuming already. My nuts were tight against me, trying to draw back up inside my body. I know his had to be the same way.

Charlie tensed and gave a high pitched screamed as his cum pumped out into my ass. I could feel his cock pulsing in my quivering poop chute. I couldn't stand it! I had to let out my own long hard moan as my cum fired on this his chest and stomach, one shot managed to launch up on his shoulder and neck.  I had to buck each shot, my body was in the throws of a very powerful orgasm.

Charlie was bent over me, supporting his weight with his locked elbows. We stayed hooked together with my deflating cock as we panted.  Charlie rested on top of me for a few minutes; maybe as much as five minutes. His dick was still hard and poking me in the gut. I rolled him onto his back and went to work on his tasty dick.

I licked his dick-head, and realized is was his own youthful cum mixed with the juices of my own ass that I was tasting, acrid, almost bitter.   And then my tongue worked down his short shaft to his yummy nuts. I let my tongue chase them all around in their sac, before gently sucking them into my mouth. Gently I rolled them around. Charlie was breathing hard. The feel of them in my mouth as I played with them was new to me. The skin was so naturally smooth. His eggs were smaller than mine, and hung tighter to him, though at the moment they had almost disappeared inside him.

His crotch smelled different. Oh, yeah, he smells like a guy, but different. A lighter smell, not so heavy, I guess it is a swimmer's smell. All that time in chlorine.  But also sweaty.  Sweaty but clean, fresh.  A smell I like.

I let his nuts slip from my mouth, and started paying attention to his rod. I gently nibbled around his hard shaft with just my lips. I could tell from his breathing he liked that.

I remember how great it felt when he had flicked his tongue at the tender spot under my dick-head. I copied him and did the same thing.

I could tell when he tensed and started whimpering, "Oh, Oh, Oh" that he was going to cum. I slipped my mouth around his cock just as the cum started pump out onto my tongue. It is better straight from the fountain. Such a mild sweet taste. Of course, there wasn't that much. It was the second time he had cum in just a few minutes.

I gently sucked a minute or two expecting Charlie to go soft. He didn't. He squired like a cat that was tired of being held, and I knew I wanted to coax out a third orgasm from him, but to do so I would have to adjust my position, so I swung around and sat on his stomach to keep him from squirming out from under me, then went back to work on him.  Unexpectedly he went to work on me too.  I felt his first and second finger reach around and close on my own shaft.  I was already hard again and felt my cock jump to rock hard as his fingers closed around my shaft.  In a couple of minutes I was getting very close to cumming.  He put his hands on my hips and guided my ass down, telling me he wanted to cum inside me.  I lifted up turned me to face him, then  worked his erection into me.  He started pumping while I rode his little shank.  I could see him trying to hold off, to make the most of his those pre-orgasmic feelings washing through him.  Then he came again, I felt him grow even harder and throb as his ejaculate spurted into me.  My first explosion unexpectedly splashed on his face, getting into his eyes and hair leading to an unexpected exclamation of "Fuck" as my semen stung his eyes. The next ones landed all over his chest and stomach.  By the wy, for anyone who has wondered my um burns so bad when it gets in your eyes, well, all male ejaculate has a tiny bit of uric acid, which combine with water in the eye's natural moisture to produce sulfuric acid. Its the same thing that happens when you cut onions; it's not the onion fumes that actually hurt your eyes. it's the mixture of the fumes with the water in your eyes. So despite the stinging he didn't go blind.  Later we would joke about it. 

I was asleep when I felt his hand feeling me up. I wasn't hard until I felt his hand moving to my ass.  I rolled over onto my stomach and spread my legs. Charlie was on top of me in nothing flat.

His tongue was working the puckered ring of my opening. He was really slobbering. I don't know where that kid got all that juice from.

"You like that!" I said as I felt his tongue probe into my asshole. 

"Mmm," he mumbled.  "Kyle really loves it," he said. "I don't know what it feels like, nobody has done it to me.  But he would shoot while I was doing it" Which told me something about his older brother.  I heard him spitting into his hand, and soon his dick was poking at sphincter. I wasn't worried about his size. I've had a lot bigger.

I relaxed and he slipped right in. He gave a sigh as he bottomed out. He squirmed around a little and I had to catch my breath when his dick hit my prostate. When he bottomed out he could just hit it. And during our short time I had learned how to position myself to make that happen.  He slowly pulled his dick out and then slowly pushed back in. I know I shivered as his rod once again found my prostate and poked at it. Once again he slowly withdrew. In yet again. His dick found that spot again and I had to groan as the shivers ran throughout my body.

Charlie pulled his dick all the way out and ordered me, "Turn over on your back."

I did as he told me, and he lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He forced me into almost a ball, as his dick found its way back into me. I had to moan as he poked my prostate over and over with his hard dick. Not large at all, but He was skinny enough, and lithe enough, and just barely large enough to hit the sweet spot inside me.  The grunts coming from me were almost a crying sob as Charlie worked back and forth.

I couldn't do anything about it. My gut tightened so tight that every nerve in my body felt Charlie's cock. I cried out as the climax swept through me and my teen spirit erupted all over the two of us.  The orgasm was the most powerful one of the day, but the amount of my spooge had lessened over the past several shots.  It was not the first time in my life I have cum without my dick even being touched. It had happened enough for m to know that those kinds of orgasms, anal orgasms, were the most potent and the most satisfying.  

Charlie threw back his head and gave a long satisfied moan as he shot his own seed into me.  I wondered for a moment, as I have wondered at other times, just how a man's seed might affect me as it is absorbed into my body.  Maybe its just an emotional reaction, but after someone puts his seed inside me it changes things. It's like the guy imprints on me, and suddenly just his very presence becomes an erotic whisper.  

Its the same thing with pheromones I guess.

We rested as we were, letting our breathing return to normal. We didn't say anything to the other. We just stayed frozen in time, until I reached for my tee shirt to wipe my cooling cum from our bodies.

At last, after four orgasms, Charlie was satisfied. He shut off the lantern and lay close beside me on the floor o the tree house. He snuggled deep into my arms, huged me tight, and a sigh that sounded like contentment escapes from him. I couldn't help myself as I smoothed his hair as he rested his head on my shoulder.  It felt good having him lying there against me like that.

I could tell he was already asleep as he gently shoved his soft cock against my thigh. 

For a while, I was afraid he would never be so satisfied that he might lose that hard on.

Afterward:

I have minimized conversations about Charlie over the years.  I'm not sure why,  We got to be fast friends in the short few weeks of  summer away from school, at a time when I needed friends. And unlike Billy, Charlie never avoided me.  Since he went to a different school there were no issues there, and we met after school  more times than Ic can count  And Charlie still hung out with Mark and I my senior year  He remained good friends with Mark after I left home.   We remained friends for several years too, hung out summers and vacations, when I came home from college.