CHARLIE


     While working on a construction project in a small

Midwest town, I met Charlie. I was in my twenties. Charlie

was eighteen. He was working in the general store. It was

just a matter of time by sitting with him at the soda

fountain, or having a hamburger with him, that our

friendship blossomed. On our days off, we would take

drives together or hike around the countryside. It

happened one night after a movie when I drove Charlie

home. It was early so we sat in the car and talked. It was

cold night. I mentioned the fact that I was chilly and

that we snuggle to both keep warm.

     Charlie moved close and I put my arm around him. We

grew quite relaxed and he didn't say no when I unbuttoned

the two top buttons on his shirt and ran my hand inside

and across his bare chest. Charlie must be a virgin. I

wanted him badly. I did not want to hurry things. My hands

gently stroked his chest but went no further. More

evenings followed. Every night, we looked forward to our

chats and Charlie always slide over to snuggle. I found

Charlie a shy, modest young man.

     One night, still taking my time, when I knew Charlie

was very comfortable and complacent, I slid my hands over

his crotch making several light passes. Charlie said

nothing. I did not pursue any more feels that evening. I

wanted to later set the stage for a full gratifying

performance for the both of us.

     It was after a full day of hiking. We sat in the car

for more chatting and snuggles. Charlie mentioned that he

was tired. I remembered when I used to experiment around

with hypnosis in my college days. I suggested to Charlie

that he take about five deep breaths. A short silence

followed. I said, "Close your eyes. You are getting

sleepy--sleepy. You are falling to asleep."

     Charlie snuggled closer and started deep rhythmic

breathing. I knew he was hypnotically asleep. I asked

him several trivial questions. He answered without

hesitation.

     I asked how many times a week he masturbated. He

answered about ten. I asked if he was a virgin. He said

yes. I asked if he was attracted to men. "I don't

know," was his reply.

     I then instilled what a pleasure it would be to lie

and massage and fondle each other, snuggling closely,

feeling each others naked warmth.

     Since Charlie was so responsive to this first

session I instilled a code word, that whenever I said it,

he would fall into a trance. I ended the session and we

parted for the evening.

     A week later, I had to go to the city for shopping. I

asked Charlie if he wanted to come. It would be an

overnighter. Charlie agreed.  After a days shopping and

good dinner with sufficient wine, we returned to

the motel where I had selected a room with two single

beds. I hoped my earlier subliminal suggestion had been

implanted, but Charlie, being modest and shy, might not

really be all that ready. I planned to work very slowly.

    I showered first and Charlie followed. Both in our

shorts, we climbed into our beds, said good night, and the

light was shut off. We were quite mellow from the dinner

wine.

     For a few minutes, I tossed. "I'm cold." I said. "Why

don't you come over and we'll snuggle."  Charlie came

over. He crawled in, turned on his side, and we snuggled

closely. The stage was set.

      I put my arm around him as I had done before so many

times in the car. I started to stroke. First his bare

chest until he was very relaxed, then down his outer

thighs.

     I moved to his inner leg, down from his crotch,

making sure my elbow slid lightly over his penis. It was

hard. My hand moved to the waistband of his briefs.

Slipping my fingers beneath the band, I slowly slid them

around its rim. I repeated the trip several times. Charlie

said nothing.

.....Now was the time to try.

     I reached in his shorts and touched his penis.

Charlie gave a start. He tried to push my hand away. It

was not a hard push, more startled than anything. "Relax,"

I said quietly, as I gently started to fondle. Charlie

made another weak attempt to move my hand then stopped.    

   "You will feel more comfortable with your shorts

off," I said quietly. He raised his butt without protest.

I slid them off. I also removed mine. We lay naked

together.

    Charlie was uncut. There was a mild scent of smegma.

His young penis was as hard as a rock. It was a nice size

for a boy of his build. About six inches with a bursting

tip. A nice pair of firm balls filled his scrotum. I

fondled them gently.

     I continued to stroke and play. Charlie was in bliss.

He was experiencing a sensation he never had before.

He spread his legs. I had won.

     With my other hand, I reached under my pillow and

brought out a handkerchief.

     I spittled my hand, my fingers paying special

attention to his tip and its underside. I slowly pumped

him. Soon, he started to squirm.

    "I'm coming".

     I increased my stroke. His hips bucked as his warm

sperm flowed across my hand into the handkerchief. Letting

out a blissful sigh, he turned on his side.

     I moved so we were in the same contour, me in front,

and waited while he caught his breath. Taking his hand, I

moved it to my crotch. I had moved my leg over his, so I

was spread wider. I helped his hand. He hesitated at his

first touch.

     I was then lightly gripped. Cautious exploration

followed. I was soon slowly being jacked. I came in

Charlies hand. The same handkerchief was used for my

cleansing.

      Charlie voluntarily rolled to his back. I kissed his

bare chest, then moved my lips downwards. I continued

kissing until his penis was felt against my cheek. My warm

saliva filled my mouth. I slipped back his foreskin. His

hard penis moved through my lips.

     I ran my tongue around its swollen tip, then licked

his urethra and underside with soft, gentle flicks. This

was an intensely gratifying sensation for Charlie. His

hands stroked my hair. I knew I could expect his second

come shortly. Soon, his warm cream again flowed into my

mouth.

     I knew that Charlie was drained. To make him give a

final drop would be an ultimate. I patiently stroked until

he was again at full mast. I applied Albolene cream. I

knew its application would be a great turn-on.

     "It feels so good", Charlie murmured. "But I can"t

come again. I don't have any more. I'm done."

      I said nothing but kept working the Albolene

cream. "But I really can't", Charlie repeated softly.

     I reached down between his drawn and spread legs and

gently pressed my finger against his anus. Charlie gave a

start. No one had ever touched him there. I sucked as I

slowly pushed, moving my finger in a quarter of an inch,

stopping, then another quarter of an inch, continuing

until it was worked farther and farther up his tight,

protesting, asshole.

    Charlie started to wiggle. His breathing became

faster. His anus could not abort the foreign body moving

in his rectum causing such a strange sensation. My

tongue simultaneously licking his penis was driving him

crazy. He let out a startled cry. With great effort, a

small, single drop of sperm appeared atop his hole.  He 

lay limp, emitting quiet sobs of contentment.

     I gently stroked him, then spoke the hypnotic word.

When Charlie started breathing rhythmically, I added,

"You are asleep now. All you can hear is my voice."

      "Tonight felt so good.... Tomorrow, when you awake,

your body will crave to be touched again. Modesty will

have left you. You will have no embarrassment. You will

most willingly give yourself to Al."

     "Good night, Charlie."

     The next morning I was awakened with Charlies

fondles. Last night, the room was dark. My hands had

explored Charlies body, but I really hadn't viewed it.

I drew back the covers. My eyes feasted on a smooth and

beautiful budding boy. Perfectly formed legs ran to his

crotch where his boy-fresh penis stood in total erection.

The pouch which hung below supported two, firm, egg-shaped

balls, partially covered with blonde, silken hair.

    "Roll over," I said, gently helping him..

    Charlie willingly turned. He lay on his stomach. I

slipped a large pillow under him and my eyes feasted on 

his young, perfectly rounded, smooth, butt-cheeks.

     I gently drew ran my fingers over the outside and

inside of both of them. Using my palms, I gently opened,

exposing his puckered, tight, budding asshole.

     Lubricated my index finger, I touched his hole, and

worked it slowly in.

     "It feels funny. It feels different," Charlie said

as he wiggled to help it in further.

     "Please be gentle."

     Charlie lay still as my finger ran in, out, and

around his anus. It moved much easier now. I wanted to

rub his prostate and maybe try two fingers, but felt it

best not to disturb the present tranquility.

      When I finished, Charlie turned again. I resumed

fondling his fresh, boyish, anatomy making sure I touched

his most sensitive places to keep him fully erect.

I wanted badly to put my cock in his mouth, but Charlie

said he didn't want to. He didn't know how. Charlies

reluctance would soon be taken care of.

     "You are sleeping, Charlie. You hear my voice.

      Tonight, when you go home, and to bed, you will jack

off.

     Your fantasies will be about Al. You will think how

exciting it would be to put his cock in your mouth. It

will feel big. It will be slippery. You will have a

uncontrollable natural urge to want to lick and suck. Al

will guide your head, stroke your hair, and instruct you.

He will come. His warm love fluid will flood into your

mouth. It will taste so good. You will swallow slowly.

You will not want to stop."

     On our next meeting, Charlie couldn't wait. I was

sucked and licked like never before. It seemed that he

was in a frenzy. There was no stop in the action on my

balls and prick. My flow of warm juices was greedily

swallowed until I was completely dry. I finally had to

pull his head away, cooling him down with long, enduring

kisses.

     Both spent, we snuggled. I again put Charlie

to sleep. "Charlie you have entered a new passage of life.

You have found your body and you have found Al. Your

asshole itches for Al's finger. You anticipate its entry.

You will now keep your inner-body clean. . You will need e 

an enema before sex. To give one to yourself is an awkward 

messy affair. It's perfectly all right to let Al do it. 

You will ask him to give you one tomorrow night. Now fall 

into a natural sleep".

     The next night I casually mentioned not caring for

a brown my finger.

     "I could take an enema," Charlie volunteered. "Would

you to give it to me?"

     I went to the bathroom and filled the enema bag full

of hot soapy water. I had an enema tip I felt was the

right size. It would enter Charlies ass, fitting

erotically tight. I lubed it well and then called Charlie

into the bathroom.

     Charlie came in naked and saw the large tip. I could

see his buttocks flex tight at the thought of it being

slipped into his body.

     "It will really turn you on without hurting", I said.

     He looked at it again and gulped. For some reason I

think he secretly anticipated its entry. Then he saw the

big bulging water bag.

   "Not all that," he gasped.

   "No," I said. "I don't want to make you crampy.

The first half will be a flush, the second a rinse. Now

kneel and put your head down."

     Charlie complied. I loved seeing him in this

position. His Cupid cheeks poked out, his cute balls

dangling below.

     "Draw your legs up tight to your chest."

     Charlie complied.

     Greasing two fingers, I slowly oiled his outer

asshole, poking the two in as far as possible then

finishing with one finger that went up all of the way. I

took the enema tip and put it against him. I gently

pressed. His anus spread. I watched as the tip slowly

slid inward. Charlie flinched, emitting a small sound.

    "Does it hurt?", I asked.

    "No, but it"s tight."

     I left the last inch protruding. I snapped the hose

valve on and watched the hanging enema bag slowly

collapse.

     "I'm feeling it," moaned Charlie.

     "How much more?".

     "Just a little," I said, as the bag drained to the

half way mark.

    "There!".

    I slowly removed the hose. With my hands, I squeezed

his cheeks together. "I want to help you hold it for at

least a minute. It will do a better job."

     I squeezed his buns tightly until he started to

squirm.

     "I'm getting crampy."

     I released my hands and left the bathroom.

I heard the a strong stream of evacuating water hit the

toilet followed by milder streams and the passing of

occasional air. Later, the toilet flushed and Charlie

called, "I'm done."

     I reentered the bathroom. Charlie was standing, still

nude. He had thoroughly cleansed his cheeks.

     "Do I have to take a rinse." he asked almost

pleadingly. I nodded.

     "This time, lay face down on the floor."

Charlie complied. I spread his butt and reinserted the

tip. I held the bag high in my hand. The hose dropped,

anchored in his ass. I started the flow. I put my bare 

foot in the small of his back, restraining him to the 

floor. Charlie docilely accepted this method.

     Charlie had fallen in love with me. He wanted to live

with me. I wanted to put him through one more test

before I decided. I gave more subliminal instruction.

    "You love Al so much. You know Al loves you. You will

do anything for him. If you live with him, you must

faithfully obey him. You must understand you will receive

punishment if you don't. Tomorrow night, to show

punishment acceptance, you will submit to AL's spanking.

We must reach a full understanding. Now fall into

a natural sleep."

     The next night in the bedroom, I sat on the edge of

the bed watching Charlie disrobe. First, he took off his

shoes and socks. Then he removed his shirt. Slowly he

undid his belt, unbuttoned his fly, letting his pants drop

to his ankles. He then stepping out of them. I could see

the bulge through his white briefs that fit tightly

around his waist. He slowly slipped his briefs down. He

stood naked, then moved to where I was sitting on the

bed and stood at parade rest. I took his penis in one hand

and gently fondled his balls with my other. I pulled him

closer and licked him. I turned him around and worked my

finger into his rectum. He stood perfectly still.

    "I'm going to spank you tonight, Charlie." Charlie

nodded like he knew, but nothing had been said except in

the previous hypnosis.

     "You know it's going to hurt".

    "I know," Charlie said softly.

     I opened the dresser drawer and brought out a length

of gauze. Charlie held out his wrists. I tied them just

tight enough to act as a comfortable restraint.

     "Lie on the bed face down. Put your face in the

pillow."

     Charlie followed my instructions.

     I took a wooden school ruler from the dresser drawer

and drew it through Charlies crack so he could feel the

coldness of the wood. "You know why we must do this?"

Charlie gave an understanding nod and resigned himself for

what was to come. I slipped a pillow under him, raising

his bare butt.

     It was not a hard spank, just a good slap that I knew

would cause sting. Charlie flinched and wiggled in his

restraint. I swatted him again. His butt to showed  a

shade of pink. He wreathed as I continued to swat, then,

with tears in his eyes, he asked for no more. His

butt-cheeks were a soft glow. I untied him and held him

close, tenderly rubbing his burning bottom, hoping to help

cool it.

    Charlie moved in with me. Our togetherness continued

to grow. We finally decided to have a ritual and take

confirmation vows.

     On the chosen evening, we dined with fine food and

wine. Afterwards, lights were dimmed, candles were lit and

a warm fire glowed in the fireplace. Soft music played in

the background. We recited our vows to each other and

embraced.

     I gave Charlie a gift box containing a gold neck

chain. I placed the chain around his neck, it being a

symbol of bonding. Charlie undressed, presenting me with

his naked body.

     He dropped to all fours. I positioned him for

consummation. I oiled his butt gently, massaging for a

good period of time. Lubricating myself, I knelt behind

him.

     Finding his asshole with the tip of my penis I slowly

started to push. He was very tight. I knew it would hurt.

It had to. I was taking his virginity. I pushed harder, 

but with care. I entered deeper, moving slow and gentle. 

It took some time before my balls touched his cheeks. I

gripped his hips, pulling him slowly towards and away from

me as I worked back and forth enjoying his tight virgin

sphincter squeezing my penis.

     Charlie moaned as I continued. I came exhaustively,

leaving my last drop of sperm in his inner body. I stayed

in him until I softened and my penis was expelled.

     We stood, pressed our warm naked bodies together and

hugged and kissed.

     Charlie was mine forever..... and the ruler never had

to be used.

                         THE END