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Charlie
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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
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