CHUCK ===== Written and donated by: A member of CHRISTOPHER STREET BBS (201) 992-5660 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.