Charlie and Me (Remembering a Favorite Bully) Part 1
(Story Tags: High School, Authoritarian)
by Dick Love apussyboy4u@yahoo.com
Originally published and Copyright 2003 under the psedonym abadboy2spank and posted to the Gay School Boy Stories Yahoo Group on March 25, 2003. This story may only be reproduced without any changes and with permission of the author, who may be contacted at the above listed email address. Your correspondence and comments are welcome.
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There was a near epidemic of plantar's warts in our high school that year. These were nasty little fungal growths that developed on the bottom of the foot and caused a lot of pain with each step one took. The fungus was often picked up by walking barefoot on the floor of the locker room when taking gym in school.
I was excused from gym this one particular day because I had just had several plantar's warts removed from one of my feet and needed a crutch to walk. Charlie was the only other guy excused from gym class that day. He also had plantar's warts but hadn't had them removed as yet. None-the-less, Charlie had a lot of discomfort when he walked, and so couldn't take gym.
We both were sent to an area in the school basement where there was a table and chairs where we were told we could study while the other guys went to gym. This area was located through a door and down a flight of steps from the main corridor where the gym lockerrooms were located. The table was in an area hidden in under a stairwell. No-one could see into this little area set up in what I seem to remember was the school boiler room. It was warm weather so there was no noise from the furnaces.
It struck me that no-one could approach this quiet little area except by the stairs and whoever came down those stairs would be heard a long time before having visibility into this cave-like area where we were supposed to stay during the entire gym period (an hour and a half in duration) reading our text books and doing homework. I had been sent to this area on several other occasions when I couldn't take gym class, and had often spent the time fooling around and chatting with some other guy or guys who were also excused from gym instead of studying, which was why I had observed how remote this place actually was. In fact, this was the place where I once gave Louie, (a boy with an 11" dick) a blow job, which I would not have done in a place where I thought I might get caught doing it.
Anyway, Charlie had to help me down the steep flight of steps, which were hard to negotiate using my crutch. I doubt they would even use such a place for a study area today with the new laws governing accessibility for the handicapped, and also because school administrators today would probably not allow use of a totally unsupervised study area. But anyway, this was where I found myself on that particular day. It was just Charlie and me.
Charlie was a big ox of a kid. Over six feet tall and built like a football player. Actually, he didn't go out for football until the followng year, which is when I started going to all the home games, until Charlie told me he expected me to sign up to go on the bus with him to all the games the Mohawks played away at other schools as well. I didn't know that a nerd like me could get so into football, but I guess Charlie stimulated interests for me that I never knew I had. I didn't realize before then that a guy could become a cheerleader, but when Charlie insisted I sign up, I found out that two or three boys had been cheerleaders at my school in previous years, so it wasn't completely unheard of.
But, I'm getting ahead of my story. I hardly knew Charlie at this time when we spent our first time together sitting out gym period at the table in the boiler room.
I tried to start up a conversation with Charlie about shows on TV or something equally as casual and unimportant. He nodded and uh-huhed and said very little, but just listened and seemed to stare at me with kind of a gleem in his eyes, but also with kind of a smirk on his lips.
Finally, Charlie asked the question that must have been in his mind all the while I had been babbling on about nothing. "I heard from Louie that you sucked his dick down here a few weeks ago. Is that true?"
"It was the only time I ever did anything like that", I lied. "He promised he woudn't tell anyone".
"Hey, don't get yourself in a tizzy. Me and Louie are real close buddies, since maybe third grade when my folks moved across the street from where he lives. I doubt he told anybody but me about you being a cocksucker. And, I ain't going to tell anyone else either after you suck my dick", Charlie said.
"Oh, I don't think I will ever do anything like that again, Charlie. I don't know how I ever did it then. You see, Louie and I were sitting down here, and he told me there was something he wanted me to feel. Then, he took my hand and put it on the inside of his leg almost down to his knee it seemed like. I didn't think it was his cock I would feel all the way down there, but it was. It was long enough to be a snake, but it was skinny. I couldn't believe how hot it felt too. I felt from the end of it right up to the base of it, between Louie's legs. I didn't know it would feel so nice, so when he told me to keep feeling it and rubbing it thrugh his pants, I did what he wanted. I just couldn't help myself, Charlie. It's not like I'm a homo or something. You gotta understand, Charlie. I'm not a queer. I like girls, Charlie. But I just couldn't seem to stop doing what Louie told me to do".
"Sure, I understand. So what happened after that?"
"Gee, I think I said too much already. After all, it was just that one time, Charlie. It isn't gonna happen any more".
"Just tell me what happened. I want to hear it all from your point of view. I heard Louie tell it. Now its your turn. I insist.", Charlie said.
"Well, there isn't much more. After I rubbed Louie's prick for a little while, it got real hard. Louie asked if I would like to see it outside his pants, and of course I was curious about what that long pole of his looked like, so I told him that I would like to see it. He unzipped his chinos, and took it out. I never saw a sausage like that on a guy before. When he told me to suck it, I refused. Then he said that wouldn't I just stroke it with my hand for him, and that seemed like an okay thing to do, and I was fascinated by that huge dong of his, so I did that for him.
"I gotta admit, Charlie, it felt nice. I played with it quite awhile until a drop of pre-cum formed on the tip of Louie's stiff pecker. He told me that maybe if I wouldn't suck it, I would at least lick the tip of it. I looked at that clear drop that had formed on his piss slit, and suddenly I just felt like I had to taste it, so I bent forward and licked the head of Louie's dick. The pre-cum tasted good. I was surprised. I thought it might be awful, even though it had looked so beautiful, like a little jewel on the end of Louie's penis. Anyway, when he asked me to suck it again, I took his cock head in my mouth. I liked how that felt too, real silky and smooth. He asked me to go down deep on it but I couldn't take too much of that huge long cock in my mouth before I started gagging on it. Louie told me to back up and take just a couple of inches in my mouth. Then he wrapped his own hand around his prick and started jacking it, banging his fist against my mouth with every upstroke. Louie actually jerked that thing off and shot his load of jizz into my mouth, Charlie, but I couldn't swallow it like he wanted and spit it out into my handkerchief".
"You'll learn to swallow it. I'll teach you. You'll be taking all the cream I make and gulping it down, and then you'll beg me for more".
Oh, no, Charlie. I'm not going to suck another guy ever again. I was just curious that one time. I don't want to be known as a faggot, Charlie. I just couldn't live that down."
"Hell, you don't have to be a faggot. I got a better idea. You can be my girlfriend. I don't have one right now, so I think I will just turn you into my little pussy. Would you like that better than being known as a queer? I'll treat you real fucking special."
"No, I'm not a girl, Charlie. I'm sure you would make a great boyfriend, but not for me. I told you I like girls, Charlie".
"Sure, you do. I won't stop you from hanging out with the girls, or from playing with dolls, of from doing any of those things that girls like to do, but you are going to be my girlfriend, so get used to that idea, bitch!".