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Subject: ‘Charlie Johnson’ – Ch 3 Charlie Johnson � Ch 3 The following story is fiction and involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young to be reading material of this nature, or live where it is not allowed, do not read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms or practice safe sex. Make sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using protection. Please show your support with a monetary contribution to keep the Nifty Archive online services free of any membership fees. You can find out how to make your contribution by copying this http location into your browser: fty/donate.html Comments and suggestions can be sent to the author. hoo My other stories can be found in the ‘Prolific Author’s Section’ of the Nifty Archives by looking up my name Bert Carley alphabetically. Enjoy! __________________________ Chapter 2 of ‘Charlie Johnson’ ended with: Once Mel realized that Charlie was not going to make an issue of him screwing me, he was forever buying me expensive gifts. Right after I got my driver ‘s license shortly after turning 16, he bought me a very nice newer used Dodge pickup truck. That truck was my pride and joy all through high school. ‘Charlie Johnson’ � Chapter 3 Now, let me jump us back to when I was age 13, my freshman year of high school. Back then Charlie had already been cornholing me since about age 10. My ass had become his playpen. He called my ass his Coochie. Yea, Charlie was a total horndog, then in his early 30’s. During the hot summer weather, he would often have me stripped in either shorts or nude and wearing rubber boots, working with him irrigating his vegetable garden. Together, we would direct the water with shovels along the many irrigation ditches opening and closing waterways, so everything got watered properly. He couldn ‘t keep his hands off me and would soon have me wrestled down into the cool muddy water pumping another of his juicers into me. He often had us both covered in a sloppy cool mud bath frolicking in the sun like a couple of kids at play. Yea, I enjoyed Charlie, as he was indeed just a big kid in a man’s body. His whole life revolved around fun and games and masses of sex at every opportunity he could get me captured in his muscular arms and participating in his roughhousing and sexual playtime. He truly taught me the meaning of love and was not only my best friend and lover, but the father figure for me for all my childhood years. Later in the day Mel, the 65yo retired Full-Bird Colonel usually had me mounted on his oversized cannon for a go either in the barn or up in his bedroom whenever he and his travel companion Jake, the other retired 79yo upstairs resident boarder, were not traveling somewhere in that big old Buick Roadmaster sedan Mel owned and he drove like he owned the road, honking the Buick’s loud horn at anyone and everything that got in his way. Charlie nicknamed the Colonel’s 1948 Roadmaster ‘The Road Hog.’ It was the same year Buick as the big old yellow 1948 Buick Roadmaster Convertible used for the Dustin Hoffman, Tom Cruise movie ‘Rain Man,’ only a big black sedan. What a gas hog it was with that first Dyna-flow transmission GM introduced in the Buicks around the year 1948! It didn ‘t take me long to learn that Mel was also sticking his meat down the throat of old Jake too. Yea Jake was blowing Mel alright. I caught Mel with Jake on his knees in a head lock giving the Colonel a blow one afternoon when I thought old Jake was taking his afternoon nap. Like I said, Jake was much older than Mel, and a total joy to be around, but he could not keep his dick up for too long, as I later learned. However. Jake could certainly give great anal tongue and head. He loved to bury his face in my ass and prepare me for Mel’s fuck me sessions. It was unbelievable how Jake could get me begging for Mel’s endowment using that long talented tongue of his in conjunction with lubed fingers preparing me for Mel’s long skinny, 10″ fuck stick. After my first experience with the two of them working together on me, when Mel dropped his jizz load in me, Jake was always there Johnny-on-the-Spot sucking and licking, suctioning Mel’s cream from my ass and any I had ejaculated over my own stomach and chest. It was a fantastic feeling as Jake gobbled up sauce, always with his teeth removed, gumming everything his mouth touched along my body. I soon learned that Jake could make me cum by just gumming my nipples and nibbling on my asshole. What a feeling that always created. Mmmm! My oh my, how fine that long dick of Mel’s always felt taking possession of my hungry Coochie as I quickly became addicted for that big dick giving me such pleasure. With him I quickly learned that his big dick felt better than Charlie’s shorter and smaller pistol. So yes, how he could spark up my hormones as my ass was really getting filled to a fuller capacity. Those two old codgers, Mel and Jake, worked me over well together. There was no holding me back from receiving that pleasure in unison now that my hormones had kicked me into overdrive as I rapidly approached my teen years. The three, Charlie, Mel and Jake, together made me what I had become. I was already a total cock whore for them to ravage into erotic submission long before my teens. I often wore the two older gents out with my constant sexual appetite, but Charlie never failed to keep my Coochie serviced doing the nasty to keep me well oiled, entertained and happy. I was a sex toy for all of them to enjoy and couldn ‘t ankara yeni escort deny them anything. My body became their sexual playground. With the younger Charlie, sex was always a big exciting game. So, when my teen hormones erupted and a growth surge consumed me at age 13, there was no holding me back from testing the waters of adulthood as I entered my high school for the first time in the fall, early September. The very first day I entered high school in the fall of my freshman year, even though my rosebud was regularly being tenderized by either Charlie or Mel and Jake, I was instantly on the prowl checking out all these much older boys now walking the hallways. The older boys were total eye candy. They were everywhere capturing my interest and attention. I was constantly in heat with my 13yo hormones raging and revved-up to full throttle. Walking the hallways was a visual cornucopia of muscled, masculine beef and macho masculine bulging crotches being put on display for me to enjoy and catalog. Entering each new class and being greeted with rows of seated male beefy crotches spread out and on display between long legs became my inspiration to always arrive at the last second for the maximum visual impact. My Coochie was constantly with a warm glow. My cock was spiked needing to be readjusted to be made less visible in this high school environment. How was I supposed to pay attention in classes with all these visual distractions going on around me now that I was in town and off the farm immersed where all this dick was on display? Could I manage to make it without incident until the noon bell announced lunch, as my nerves were spiked, and my mind was bedazzled with the images I had gathered and stored during and walking the halls between the morning classes. I shook my head trying to clear my brain of the fantastic images with little or no success. Then suddenly the bell did finally ring. Saved by the Bell, filled my mind. I prayed that the lunchtime hour would clear my mind and be my salvation. As I sat eating my lunch in the school ‘s cafeteria, I was immediately captivated when I spotted a couple of good-looking custodians, each with a cold drink in his hand headed for the register. After paying, they didn ‘t just up and leave with their sodas. Hell No! They both stood standing near the exit clearly in my line of vision talking with each other as they watched the steady flow of students coming and going through the chow lines. I soon realized I was seriously and unconsciously staring at the two guys. I guessed them to be in their prime years, most likely early 30 ‘s for one and mid 40 ‘s for the other guy. The younger was obviously a regular at a fitness center, a Caucasian and about 6’1″, muscled, tattooed and he knew he was handsome and desirable by the way he carried himself. He had wild blond hair sticking out from under the brim of his baseball cap and tats exposed nearly everywhere skin was exposed, even up and visible on his neck. The 40yo was interracial, most likely a Cuban, a multiracial dude and one handsome guy indeed. I ‘m going to call him a Cuban, as we had a lot of young Cubans and mixed breed kids in our school system. The guy was well over 6’4″ tall, a shaved bald head and naturally muscled, but not from lifting weights like the white guy. He was just naturally blessed with a beautiful muscled body. Of the two, he was the one I couldn ‘t keep my eyes from returning to as I ate my lunch. Yea, I was obviously staring at him now, squirming in my chair, and he caught me and quickly made eye contact. He gave me a big smile and placed his hand over his crotch and gave his basket an obvious squeeze repositioning his equipment, so it was now clearly visible hanging down in his light tan trousers. I silently lipped, ‘Oh Fuck!’ I couldn ‘t believe my eyes as one hand went up and lifted his uniform shirt up far enough that I could see his six-pack abs clearly. He gave them a circular rub with his other hand, smiled at me again, and then released his shirt to fall back in place. Yea, the guy’s skin tone was a shade of lightly creamed coffee that was awesome. Good thing I was seated, as my boner was throbbing now at this site before me. Yea, he was that impressive and triggered my hormones into an instant boner as I sat their staring at his natural beauty and the growing tube in his britches. It was a monster by my estimation. He had me totally captivated watching him display himself so boldly. I couldn ‘t look away for the life of me. If others in the room were aware of his bold gesture, he didn’t seem to care. My mind was in a frenzy and my dick was pounding in my undies. I just silently whispered to myself, ‘FUCK YES!’ I’m sure he could read my lips as he groped himself again as his tongue circled his thick open lips leaving them wet and visually inviting. The guy was obviously looking around now to see if others beside me were watching his show of manhood. As I finished my lunch and passed the two with my empty tray headed for the tray drop off area, I slowed to get a better look and to validate what had me so captivated. I could now see it was for real. Clearly stuffed within those britches was a very impressive trouser snake running down his inner thigh, clearly identifiable in his light-colored cargos. I had nothing to lose, so clearly stared in awe as he made a bold move to convey to me that he had caught me at my game of crotch gazing and that he was interested if I was too. The big guy flashed his perfectly straight white teeth in a big smile at me as he once again cupped yenimahalle escort his package at me. This time his long fingers grabbed and lifted the long flaccid tube hanging down in his britches and shook it at me invitingly. My god, the thing was huge alright! I’m sure I moaned! I do know I stood there unable to move forward long enough to hear him say quietly, but loud enough for me to hear his every word distinctly. “You like some Nigger Meat Boy? Outside eastside stairwell! Go down into basement to door sign that say, Storage Area/Staff Only! Knock three times! You the Bottom! Me Top guy Only!” As I passed, he grabbed the bulge in his chinos and gave it another tug for me to see more clearly. The tube had clearly grown and expanded more. He and his blond coworker turned and walked off without another word as I got a good look at both. Their back view was as impressive as the front. “Whew!” Needless-to-say, horny me had to check this out, and pronto. What I had seen displayed in his britches ignited that flame within my derriere, and I had to check out what he himself had clearly described as Nigger Meat on this dude and wasn ‘t going to waste any time getting to that task either. The whore in my had truly been called to play! I made my way to my locker and in went my books, knowing I might be missing the first day of my scheduled afternoon classes. I just smiled to myself and boldly announced into my open locker, “What the Hell! An opportunity not to be ignored,” I didn ‘t get an echo or an answer back, so I was off outside headed for the building ‘s eastside stairwell headed down to the basement level. I slowly found my way down that stairwell and entered the basement. Inched my way along the poorly lit corridor of marked doorways until I reached my destination. The hallway was not only quite dark, but noisy, eerie and hot as I could hear the roar of the furnaces blasting behind the walls. Even worse, large spiderwebs were visible on the few metal light fixtures along the hallway that were lit and working with low wattage bulbs. The whole corridor visual gave me a bit of a shiver. It sent a chill through my body, but my hard dick helped to keep me focused and from turning and running back for my life, since it was quickly approaching October and the Halloween Holiday. The spiderwebs triggered my fear that the headless horseman might appear at any moment and take me down another level into The Fires of Hell. I finally reached the designated doorway and mustered enough nerve to signal with three solid knocks and the dark heavy metal door swung open. Both guys stood there in what was obviously a large storage room, poorly lit, although I could see there were unlit long florescent light units lining the ceiling. The area seemed to be lined with row after row of tall metal shelf units loaded with boxes, but it was far too dark to identify what they stored. What I could see was covered in dust, spiderwebs and still quite unidentifiable. The place reminded me of a dark and dangerous dungeon and a cold shiver crept down my spine. I promptly backed up retracing the few steps I had made entering the darkened room and past the open doorway. I turned quickly and burst into a run making a quick retreat. My life suddenly felt threatened. Before I made it 10 feet back down the corridor headed for the exit, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder bringing me to an abrupt halt. “Oh no you don’t Boy! You ‘re my guest here for a while yet! Now you settle right back down and you won ‘t get hurt. We be cool, OK!” The big Cuban promptly had his arm around my shoulder and was ushering me back through the open metal doorway and back into the near darkness. His blond buddy secured and deadbolted the huge door as the big guy continued ushering me back into the near dark room and down another dark isle past row after row of more tall metal shelving units loaded with what now looked to be old school records until we reached what appeared to be a solid metallic wall. The muscled blond was already ahead of us and making the necessary adjustment to a panel that slid aside easily. Another totally dark space lay within, through the secret entry way. I let out another big shiver until he flipped a couple of light switches and a large lounge area magically appeared, they had created, hidden away in the back most corner of this large basement area. We all entered, and he slid the panel back to secure us within. Before my eyes was what appeared to be a private Lair or Man Cave, equipped with collected stuff, much old but serviceable that would please any man seeking a bit of privacy with all the comforts at his fingertips. There were a couple of overstuffed recliners, a sofa, a large screen TV, microwave, hotplate and good sized cookstove, and naturally a refrigerator and a counter and sink. What else could a man want to take the misery out of his daily workplace? Here was a hideaway from other nosey staff. Though cluttered and somewhat unkept, the Man Cave was certainly well hidden and functionable. I soon spotted their prize, the play area. A large mattress covered with a black rubber sheet sat off to one side toward the very back. Just beyond, another doorway opened into what looked to be a bathroom along the back wall. I was impressed as I looked around checking everything in their big Man Cave. Both guys were already busily chucking off their clothing when I looked back checking on the two. I realized they were already down to just their shorts and socks. Those items disappeared almost instantly as they got kicked yozgat escort to the side leaving them both standing nude before me. I thought, ‘Oh FUCK YES!’ The two quickly had me nude too, disrobed and being inspected from head to toe with probes and prods, looking for any imperfections, I assumed. The Cuban had his wet fingers checking out if I was still a virgin and what my reaction might be to his swift anal inspection. His fingers certainly knew their way around the anal canal. My Woopy Button soon had me choked up and ready for action. The blond was working my nipples with his lips, leaving a trail of saliva across my chest, as the Cuban continued probing right in between my buns fingering my ass until I was moaning my approval. “Damn Alright Lenny, this kid’s been well reamed, ready for this Big Nigger Dick. Somebody popped his cherry big time! Must be our lucky day. Slim and trim too. Just look at him. A real beauty. He Damn near hairless too, a real youngin’, and ready for my big dick. What a find! Grab the lube and Amyl and we two have us some fun with this Boy today Lenny.” “Ok Boss Man,” was Lenny’s only response. As I checked out Lenny, he was indeed loaded with muscles and graphic designed tattoos, right up over his arms, torso and up covering portions of his neck and into his hairline. He was indeed attractive, yes quite attractive, but not really what I thought to be my type. His cut dick was straight and impressive at about 7.5″, and now that his baseball cap was removed, I could see he was a true straw blond with light blue eyes. He had a big Black SPADE tattooed on one of his ass cheeks and a Red Heart tattoo of matching size on the other ass cheek. Above his ass cheeks was a tattoo that read, ‘Koby’s Property.’ As for the handsome older Cuban, he pulled me roughly into his arms and announced, “I go by Koby and blonde here goes by Lenny. You sure are a young one. How old you be Boy and what your name?” He was already spinning me around more taking in what I had to offer him as he felt me up. He quickly discovered my boner and grabbed on to it and gave it a squeeze then began stroked it slowly a few times as it grew as I answered his questions. “My name is Tommy. I ‘m 13 years old and just started high school, a freshman. I ‘m getting plenty of adult dick at home, but I couldn ‘t believe my eyes earlier in the Cafeteria when you splayed your dick at me. I’m all flustered now and can’t resist asking you to get it hard for me to see how big it gets. It ‘s quite the monster, so black though compared to the rest of your body.” “Well Tommy Boy, you ‘re pretty young, but this old Cuban got a Nigger daddy and a White Momma. He likes his Boys just like you, young, white, blond and horny for big Black Nigger dick. Len likes my dick too, but he now older, he lost his teen charm. He still makes me a good fuck buddy. I be guessin you just what old Koby needin to get the juices really flowing again for me now that you come knocking on my door and here wanting to play big Boy games with this Big ole Black Nigger Juicer. You call me Sir from now on and I be calling you dirty names Boy. I ‘ll get you all turned on and really excited pounding that white Tish into a hungry pussy for this Nigger Dick.” “Can I touch you Koby Sir. I’ve never seen or touched any Black Dicks yet Sir, and I really am turned on right now just looking at it hang so long and thick over those huge meaty dangling ball slabs. Real beauties the way they slap on your inner thighs like they do when you walk. I can’t keep my eyes off them big black beauties, Koby Sir.” “Well, you take a few good sniffs from this Amyl-Nitrate bottle Boy and you can get down there and inspect away as Lenny gets you all licked and loosened up for your first pony ride on my Big Black Stallion. Just let old Koby ravish your pussy today and I ‘m sure you will be back for more and more in the days ahead.” Lenny’s face was already buried deep between my bubbled buns tonguing away getting me dilated and working lube into my bunghole. I was soon breathless with anticipation for my very first experience taking Nigger dick. As Kobe slipped his dick in my mouth to see if I was going to be able to service him orally, he smiled down into my eyes as I tried to swallow that big 12″ Ebony snake. It was much thicker than Mel’s dick. I was having difficulty working my throat muscles down around it, until he gave his hips a lunge and it slipped down into my throat. My eyes were watering as I had nearly wretched up my lunch, until I finally settled down with my throat accepting his huge dick. “That a girl, swallow that Nigger dick and get Koby all horny and dripping.” My throat had never been so expanded before. Koby jacked into my esophagus repeatedly until he traded spots with Lenny, and they promptly had me Spit- Roasted enjoying a long session dropping multiple loads of thick cum into my honey buns and talented throat. The two guys had me delirious with lust, pounding me from both ends. It seemed I was in a state of total bliss as Koby’s huge fat, 12″ black dick reamed me reaching places and awakening feelings within me that had never ever felt the pleasure of dick before. I was in total submission thrusting my Coochie back over Koby’s huge cock as Lenny kept my throat attended to with his stiff white toad-sticker. A few more big whiffs of the Amyl-Nitrate and I was shooting a huge juicer as that huge black dick tickled my fancy and turned me into a state of perpetual motion as I thrusted my ass back trying to devour that huge monster dick. I left their Man-Cave that afternoon well oiled, smiling and with an open invitation to return. Of course, I told Charlie, Mel and Jake about my two new friends that night. I still had my head in a cloud looking forward to all the excitement my high school years were going to bring. _____________________ I like to get feedback from you readers. hoo

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