Dear Santa,
I would very much appreciate it if you could stuff my stocking with
these two cuties. (Then I can stuff their stockings. ;)) One is never too
old to receive a Christmas present, and a tale about these two wonders
would be just magnificent. And what better way to warm up during the
winter than with a steaming poolside tale?
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Charlie Berkus had loved Anthony Tolbert for what seemed like
an eternity. In reality, it had only been since he’d first laid eyes on
him in the fifth grade, standing in line on the playground waiting for
class. Anthony had just moved to the town of Cedar Falls and being the same age as Charlie they
shared a classroom. Charlie yearned to see more of Anthony in class that day but was seated in the
front row. So, he didn’t get his next eyeful until they actually met at lunchtime.
As usual, Charlie was sitting alone at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria. He nearly jumped
out of his skin when Anthony, confident as all get out, plopped his tray down on the table and took
the seat opposite him.
“Mind if I share?” he asked out of formality.
Charlie looked to Anthony, mouth open and full with a fresh bite of Mac and Cheese, and gawked
uncomprehendingly. The face that looked back was achingly sublime. Anthony’s full, red lips curled
up at the corners in a smile that somehow managed to encompass his eyes. He had hazel eyes with
long, black lashes. His thick, dark hair was cropped short but still managed to look mussed. If
Charlie had been asked to describe Anthony’s face with a single word he probably would have
chosen ‘sweet’. But the face also included a spark of confidence and mischief – two things that
Charlie lacked in abundance.
“My name is Anthony.” Always Anthony, never Tony – no one ever made that mistake twice.
“What’s yours?”
“Charlie.”
Anthony did most of the talking that day at lunch which suited Charlie fine since he wasn’t much
of a talker. He did the same the next day. And Anthony always managed to be around to stick up for
Charlie, so soon the bullying stopped. Charlie was almost as grateful for his defense as he was for
the arm occasionally thrown over his shoulders in friendship.
Two young men, standing
on the bottom step of a
private swimming pool
with the water mid-thigh
deep. They are holding
each other and kissing
sensuously.
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When in class, Charlie got in trouble for constantly turning in his seat trying to get Anthony’s
attention. Still, his grades remained high so his parents ignored the call from his teacher regarding
his unruly classroom behavior. Anthony would sometimes catch Charlie looking at him and make a
face in return causing both of them to laugh, which in turn caused Mrs. Graves to lose her temper
and scold them both.
In short, Anthony and Charlie hit it off from the start. It wasn’t until weeks later that Charlie
dared to wonder if he’d actually found a friend. Charlie invited Anthony over to his house and they
soon became inseparable. Charlie’s mom would say that the two of them were thick as thieves
which pleased Charlie to no end.
Of course, Anthony’s easy charm attracted others to their lunch table and soon it was full; but
Charlie always remembered that he had been first. So did Anthony. It wasn’t until months later that
Charlie dared to admit to others that Anthony was his best friend, but still he had a hard time
admitting to himself that he was in love. That didn’t come until later – much later.
Unlike Charlie, Anthony was good at athletics. So, as Charlie’s best friend, he always tried to
include him in the wide variety of sports at which he excelled. Anthony always picked Charlie first,
even though he was the worst, which balanced the teams since Anthony was always the best. And
yet they usually won which made Charlie uncharacteristically proud.
In contrast, Charlie was good at scholastics. In fact he often tutored Anthony who needed help in
all subjects and even did his homework for him more often than not. For this reason, Anthony
received passable grades which kept his parents out of his hair and allowed him to continue to excel
at sports which he loved more than life itself. What Charlie got out of their studies was the lingering
memory of lying on his bed side-by-side with Anthony, pressed close together at the hip and
sharing a textbook, and occasionally having a tickle fight when Anthony got a study question wrong.
Arousing feelings that he did not yet understand, Charlie feared that these feelings were to be the
only thing the two of them would never share.
As the years passed, Charlie and Anthony only managed to become closer. They ate, played, and
studied together. They went through Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts together. While Anthony played on
the varsity football team, Charlie played in the band. They even dated together, something which
Charlie participated in only so that he could double date with his friend. As the years passed,
Charlie tried to look more like Anthony, wearing his hair in the same style and dressing the same.
He even worked out to match Anthony’s sculpted physique in the hopes that Anthony might notice.
Some said they looked like twins. His mom began calling Anthony and him the Bobbsey Twins
which Charlie didn’t appreciate as much as being thick as thieves.
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One of Charlie’s most vivid memories was of a Boy Scout outing during which he shared a tent
for the night with Anthony. While Anthony snored, Charlie rolled close beside him, going so far as to
suspend an arm over his friend, but not so far as to allow his arm fall and embrace him. All the time,
Charlie’s penis was uncomfortably engorged.
Eventually he rolled away and fell asleep feeling ashamed for the feelings he harbored toward
his friend who remained blissfully oblivious amidst his dreams.
Sometime later, Anthony was the focus of Charlie’s first sexual experience. Lying in bed one
night thinking of Anthony, Charlie’s penis began to stiffen and eventually became painfully hard.
Touching it felt good. Charlie pulled his pajama bottoms down and it felt both naughty and nice to
press his bare ass against the cool sheets.
Reaching down he slid his fingers over the front of his penis using the substance that leaked
from its end as a lubricant. He noticed that his attentions were feeling better the more he played,
yet he stopped periodically to calm himself. All the time he thought of Anthony – Anthony kissing
him, Anthony holding him, Anthony taking his pants down.
The next time he reached down he wrapped his fingers hard around his penis and didn’t stop
rubbing himself until he felt something strange building inside. Soon it was too late to stop. Without
warning, Charlie’s mind exploded. His penis and indeed his entire body proceeded to pulse in body
wracking convulsions. His eyes closed and rolled back under his lids as his spine arched in ecstasy.
His mouth opened and he expelled a long, languorous groan. When he recovered from this
overwhelming reaction to his ministrations, his hand, belly, and top sheet were slick with seamen.
He crept from his bed, shaken, and cleaned himself and his sheets with a tissue from his nightstand.
When he climbed back into bed, he fell asleep dreaming of touching Anthony and giving him the
very same experience.
Ever since that night, Charlie would lock himself in his bedroom or the bathroom and
masturbate to fantasies of Anthony in his arms, Anthony touching him, Anthony kissing him,
Anthony, always Anthony. And still, Charlie could not share his secret obsession, now a certainty,
that he was in love with his best friend.
Now Charlie was pressed against the counter in his friend’s kitchen watching through the
window as Anthony cleaned the pool outside. Anthony had his shirt off even though it was
somewhat cool amid the autumn breezes. Steam rose off the water which showed that it was
obviously heated. As Anthony moved a net on a long pole around the pool, collecting leaves, his
muscles rippled sending corresponding tingles up Charlie’s spine.
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Charlie and Anthony were both sixteen and as was more and more frequently the case around
his friend, Charlie was aroused. He was making Kool-Aid which he planned to serve in a tall pitcher.
To distract himself, he pressed harder against the counter, causing his penis to ache -- because the
pain felt good, it felt like what he deserved for having such nasty thoughts. Charlie fantasized about
Anthony spanking him for being bad. And still, the more he pressed against the counter, the more
aroused he became.
Finally, Anthony had cleaned the pool to his satisfaction and set the net aside. Turning to face the
kitchen window, he waved his arms, signaling Charlie to come outside and join him. Adjusting his
jeans to accommodate his erection, Charlie set the pitcher and two full glasses on a tray and
stepped through the sliding glass doors.
“Come on, slow poke,” Anthony chided, playfully, “let’s go for a swim.”
“But it’s chilly out here,” Charlie protested, placing his tray on the patio table beside the pool,
wrapping his arms around himself to show that he was cold, and smiling sheepishly.
“Besides, I didn’t bring a suit.”
“Never mind that -- can’t you see the pool is heated?”
Anthony said, taking a healthy draught of Kool-Aid from one of the glasses.
“Besides, we don’t need suits since it will just be the two of us.”
Charlie froze in disbelief over what he’d just heard. Anthony displayed an adorable pink
mustache from the Kool-Aid which was distracting. He was about to protest out of shyness when
quick as a wink Anthony was throwing off his shoes and socks in preparation for pulling off his
pants and underwear.
Charlie had only ever seen Anthony naked in the showers after gym, and then he had to stop
himself from staring and move off on his own to keep from getting a boner. Only now was he able to
pause and revel in the scene taking place before him.
Anthony had the strong, lithe body of a swimmer, another activity at which he excelled. His
muscles were well toned and his abdomen sectioned into a modest six-pack. His arms were long
and lean. As he pulled off his pants and underwear Charlie noticed that this was true of his legs as
well. He also noticed that his friend’s ass was tight and well rounded. When he saw Anthony’s cock
he almost died – it was circumcised, not too small, and not too large. In fact, Charlie judged it to be
just right. Then, while Charlie was still admiring his physique, Anthony flashed his lovely smile and
dove headlong into the deep end with nary a splash.
“Come on, what are you waiting for? The water’s fine,” Anthony taunted, splashing in Charlie’s
direction after coming up for air.
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What else could he do? Charlie began to disrobe. However, when it came to the point of actually
being naked in front of Anthony, he chose to keep his boxers on. This did little to hide his erection,
which had barely subsided, but did a great deal to mask his embarrassment.
Charlie dove in.
The water that washed over Charlie’s body was warm like that of a bath. Rising for air he found
that he’d lost sight of Anthony amid the steam rising off the surface. When he spotted Anthony,
trolling toward him out of the fog, face half in and half out of the water -- blowing bubbles, he
couldn’t help but giggle with glee.
“What is this I see?” Anthony said, ducking his head to look beneath the waves. “You’re wearing
your underwear. Well, we can’t have that.”
Charlie squealed in surprise when Anthony dove forward and grabbed him. Then he felt his
ineffectually waterlogged boxers being slipped down his hips. He chose to fight back and was soon
locked in a trashing struggle with a crazed beast over the possession of his drawers. As was always
the case, Anthony one the contest -- but Charlie didn’t mind. He wasn’t sure but that he might have
let Anthony win in the end. Whatever the case, Charlie was joyously happy splashing and wrestling
with Anthony in the pool – feeling his body close, running his hands over sleek, wet muscles, feeling
Anthony’s penis brush against his body, pressing his own swollen cock against Anthony.
Charlie had no idea how it happened, but suddenly the thrashing stopped. Charlie found himself
with his legs round Anthony’s narrow hips, arms over his shoulders, having his buttocks gently
cradled by his friend who twirled the two of them round in a slow circle. Their faces were close.
Eyes locked. Not a word was spoken but in those few moments’ embrace Charlie managed to
express his longing for his friend far more eloquently than he’d ever imagined possible.
They were about to kiss. Charlie knew it, he could feel it the in very air that separated them. He
moved his hand to the back of Anthony’s head to pull his face closer. He wetted his lips in nervous
anticipation. Then Anthony’s eyes blinked and his eyebrows knitted together in a frown.
“What are you doing? Get off of me,” Anthony said, wedging their bodies apart and pushing
Charlie away.
Before Charlie could react, Anthony was splashing away from him toward the stairs to the pool.
As he climbed the stairs he seemed ashamed, turning his body away from Charlie.
“Wait, Anthony. Don’t leave me,” Charlie pleaded.
Anthony stopped dead in his tracks. He had never denied Charlie anything and now was to be no
exception. Still he did not turn to him until Charlie had walked up the stairs to stand beside him.
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When he did, Charlie found that Anthony was fully erect himself. Anthony turned his face away.
Charlie reached out and turned it back.
Their first kiss was soft, gentle, experimental – barely a kiss at all. Anthony didn’t respond but
also didn’t pull away. Their second kiss was more forceful. Anthony parted his lips this time. Charlie
noticed that Anthony tasted vaguely of Kool-Aid – that and chlorine. This kiss concluded with
Charlie running his tongue playfully over Anthony’s lower lip. Charlie felt Anthony slide his hands
down his spine which caused him to shiver -- that and the cool air. He did the same running his
hands across Anthony’s luscious, soft skin. They stepped closer. Charlie’s hands didn’t stop moving
until they were resting lightly on Anthony’s ass. He stroked the warm, soft curves of Anthony’s
buttocks. Anthony reached down and cupped Charlie’s bottom in his hands.
During the next kiss their lips parted more fully. Charlie cocked his head to one side so that he
could wholly envelop Anthony’s mouth with his own. Their bodies pressed hard together and
Charlie’s cock pushed up Anthony’s belly to rest beside Anthony’s own prick. This kiss was long,
deep, and hungry. As their lips parted, Anthony reached a hand between them to grab Charlie’s dick.
When he squeezed Charlie gasped. Laying his face against Anthony’s shoulder he nibbled and
pecked.
Stepping out of the pool, Anthony led Charlie by his dick to the poolside table. There he reached
for a lotion dispenser which his mother always kept by the pool for when she was done sunbathing.
After applying lotion liberally to his hands, he placed his hands on Charlie’s chest and started to
slather the viscous formula all over his body. He smoothed it slowly over Charlie’s shoulders,
kneading the muscles there, then down to his abdomen and finally, achingly, concluded by grabbing
Charlie’s cock and pulling it, hand-over-hand, as if he was pulling taffy.
Charlie nearly bent in half backward in his desire to thrust his penis into Anthony’s masculine
grip. He fell back against the patio table afraid that his shaking legs would no longer support his
weight. And still Anthony continued to stroke, alternately gliding round and over the head of his
penis. Anthony’s attentions grew to include Charlie’s balls which he squeezed and pulled. Charlie
was going crazy, afraid that he might cum too soon and the experience would be over.
Eventually, Anthony’s attentions focused less on Charlie’s cock and more on the root of his penis
leading back from his balls between his legs. Then Anthony stopped stroking him all together and
instead slid his fingers between Charlie’s legs and buns to play with his asshole. As Anthony probed
him deeper and harder Charlie became less concerned on his penis and more focused on how badly
he wanted Anthony inside of him, even if it meant only his fingers.
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Without warning, Anthony stopped and walked away. Charlie nearly fell to the ground pleaded
for him to come back.
“Come over here,” Anthony insisted, grabbing a towel off one of the deck chairs and laying it out
next to the pool.
“Where do you want me?” Charlie asked, fully prepared to comply with any further demand.
“Down here, on your hands and knees,” Anthony said with a mischievous smile.
Charlie bent low, laying his forearms on the towel and thrusting his hips high up in the air. He
gritted his teeth not knowing what to expect. Anthony knelt behind him and applied a few
experimental probes with his fingers tips, each one going deeper. Then Charlie felt Anthony’s penis
slide up and down his crack in search of his anus before it slipped inside of him with a single
smooth thrust. Charlie threw back his head and gasped in surprise and pain, but he did not pull
away. He wanted this too badly, had dreamed of it too often to pull away.
As Anthony repeatedly thrust himself deep inside Charlie, Charlie reached down and began
stroking himself. The feeling of getting fucked was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. The
sensations he was feeling were strong and oh so pleasing -- he didn’t want them to stop. He wanted
Anthony to fuck him harder and deeper and finally unable to contain himself screamed out words
to that affect.
Toward the end Anthony’s movements became more frantic and Charlie could tell he was going
to cum before Anthony himself knew it. Then it happened, Anthony finally lost the fight and began
to furiously pump his seed into Charlie. He called upon God repeatedly using lips that could barely
articulate words. Charlie felt the muscles of Anthony’s penis convulse for what seemed like an
eternity. The muscles of Charlie’s ass clamped down hard when he too achieved orgasm. Charlie
screamed out. For a time all was suspended amid glorious sensation. Then as quick as it began it
was all over.
To Charlie’s mixed relief and disappointment, Anthony slipped his penis from inside him and
stood up. Charlie fell forward to lay on the bath towel in exhaustion. He heard Anthony dive into the
pool and soon forced himself to rise and join him.
The two splashed and played together but something had changed between them. Their time
together felt strained which it never had before. After only a few more minutes, Anthony jumped
out of the pool to get dressed. Charlie wanted to make love again but when he approached Anthony
he was brushed aside and told to ‘knock it off’.
Charlie got dressed and went home.
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Over the next several weeks Charlie and Anthony had sex several more times; but in each case
things were awkward with Anthony being overly anxious and clumsy, ultimately hurting Charlie in
his rush to climax. During their love making sessions, Anthony refused to kiss Charlie and
afterwards would jump into his clothes and want to go do something else as if nothing had
happened between them. Eventually Charlie grew to avoid Anthony and when they were together
to spurn his advances. It wasn’t until years later that he discovered Anthony was simply a poor
lover.
By the end of the month Anthony was dating a girl named Carol and they didn’t see much of each
other anymore. By the end of the year Charlie was working to graduate a year early in order to
attend Stanford in the fall.
Over the years, Charlie took many lovers. But he never forgot his first. Eventually he settled
down with just one man. On a return trip to Cedar Falls to introduce this man to his parents, he
heard from a friend that Anthony had gotten married and had kids. He was happy for his old friend.
Leaning back on his parent’s sofa to lay his head on his partner’s shoulder, Charlie looked up into
his lover’s eyes and smiled.
“What?” his partner asked.
“Oh, nothing. Just reliving some old, happy memories.”
And Charlie was happy; mostly, he was happy for himself.
THE END
I would very much appreciate it if you could stuff my stocking with
these two cuties. (Then I can stuff their stockings. ;)) One is never too
old to receive a Christmas present, and a tale about these two wonders
would be just magnificent. And what better way to warm up during the
winter than with a steaming poolside tale?
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Charlie Berkus had loved Anthony Tolbert for what seemed like
an eternity. In reality, it had only been since he’d first laid eyes on
him in the fifth grade, standing in line on the playground waiting for
class. Anthony had just moved to the town of Cedar Falls and being the same age as Charlie they
shared a classroom. Charlie yearned to see more of Anthony in class that day but was seated in the
front row. So, he didn’t get his next eyeful until they actually met at lunchtime.
As usual, Charlie was sitting alone at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria. He nearly jumped
out of his skin when Anthony, confident as all get out, plopped his tray down on the table and took
the seat opposite him.
“Mind if I share?” he asked out of formality.
Charlie looked to Anthony, mouth open and full with a fresh bite of Mac and Cheese, and gawked
uncomprehendingly. The face that looked back was achingly sublime. Anthony’s full, red lips curled
up at the corners in a smile that somehow managed to encompass his eyes. He had hazel eyes with
long, black lashes. His thick, dark hair was cropped short but still managed to look mussed. If
Charlie had been asked to describe Anthony’s face with a single word he probably would have
chosen ‘sweet’. But the face also included a spark of confidence and mischief – two things that
Charlie lacked in abundance.
“My name is Anthony.” Always Anthony, never Tony – no one ever made that mistake twice.
“What’s yours?”
“Charlie.”
Anthony did most of the talking that day at lunch which suited Charlie fine since he wasn’t much
of a talker. He did the same the next day. And Anthony always managed to be around to stick up for
Charlie, so soon the bullying stopped. Charlie was almost as grateful for his defense as he was for
the arm occasionally thrown over his shoulders in friendship.
Two young men, standing
on the bottom step of a
private swimming pool
with the water mid-thigh
deep. They are holding
each other and kissing
sensuously.
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When in class, Charlie got in trouble for constantly turning in his seat trying to get Anthony’s
attention. Still, his grades remained high so his parents ignored the call from his teacher regarding
his unruly classroom behavior. Anthony would sometimes catch Charlie looking at him and make a
face in return causing both of them to laugh, which in turn caused Mrs. Graves to lose her temper
and scold them both.
In short, Anthony and Charlie hit it off from the start. It wasn’t until weeks later that Charlie
dared to wonder if he’d actually found a friend. Charlie invited Anthony over to his house and they
soon became inseparable. Charlie’s mom would say that the two of them were thick as thieves
which pleased Charlie to no end.
Of course, Anthony’s easy charm attracted others to their lunch table and soon it was full; but
Charlie always remembered that he had been first. So did Anthony. It wasn’t until months later that
Charlie dared to admit to others that Anthony was his best friend, but still he had a hard time
admitting to himself that he was in love. That didn’t come until later – much later.
Unlike Charlie, Anthony was good at athletics. So, as Charlie’s best friend, he always tried to
include him in the wide variety of sports at which he excelled. Anthony always picked Charlie first,
even though he was the worst, which balanced the teams since Anthony was always the best. And
yet they usually won which made Charlie uncharacteristically proud.
In contrast, Charlie was good at scholastics. In fact he often tutored Anthony who needed help in
all subjects and even did his homework for him more often than not. For this reason, Anthony
received passable grades which kept his parents out of his hair and allowed him to continue to excel
at sports which he loved more than life itself. What Charlie got out of their studies was the lingering
memory of lying on his bed side-by-side with Anthony, pressed close together at the hip and
sharing a textbook, and occasionally having a tickle fight when Anthony got a study question wrong.
Arousing feelings that he did not yet understand, Charlie feared that these feelings were to be the
only thing the two of them would never share.
As the years passed, Charlie and Anthony only managed to become closer. They ate, played, and
studied together. They went through Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts together. While Anthony played on
the varsity football team, Charlie played in the band. They even dated together, something which
Charlie participated in only so that he could double date with his friend. As the years passed,
Charlie tried to look more like Anthony, wearing his hair in the same style and dressing the same.
He even worked out to match Anthony’s sculpted physique in the hopes that Anthony might notice.
Some said they looked like twins. His mom began calling Anthony and him the Bobbsey Twins
which Charlie didn’t appreciate as much as being thick as thieves.
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One of Charlie’s most vivid memories was of a Boy Scout outing during which he shared a tent
for the night with Anthony. While Anthony snored, Charlie rolled close beside him, going so far as to
suspend an arm over his friend, but not so far as to allow his arm fall and embrace him. All the time,
Charlie’s penis was uncomfortably engorged.
Eventually he rolled away and fell asleep feeling ashamed for the feelings he harbored toward
his friend who remained blissfully oblivious amidst his dreams.
Sometime later, Anthony was the focus of Charlie’s first sexual experience. Lying in bed one
night thinking of Anthony, Charlie’s penis began to stiffen and eventually became painfully hard.
Touching it felt good. Charlie pulled his pajama bottoms down and it felt both naughty and nice to
press his bare ass against the cool sheets.
Reaching down he slid his fingers over the front of his penis using the substance that leaked
from its end as a lubricant. He noticed that his attentions were feeling better the more he played,
yet he stopped periodically to calm himself. All the time he thought of Anthony – Anthony kissing
him, Anthony holding him, Anthony taking his pants down.
The next time he reached down he wrapped his fingers hard around his penis and didn’t stop
rubbing himself until he felt something strange building inside. Soon it was too late to stop. Without
warning, Charlie’s mind exploded. His penis and indeed his entire body proceeded to pulse in body
wracking convulsions. His eyes closed and rolled back under his lids as his spine arched in ecstasy.
His mouth opened and he expelled a long, languorous groan. When he recovered from this
overwhelming reaction to his ministrations, his hand, belly, and top sheet were slick with seamen.
He crept from his bed, shaken, and cleaned himself and his sheets with a tissue from his nightstand.
When he climbed back into bed, he fell asleep dreaming of touching Anthony and giving him the
very same experience.
Ever since that night, Charlie would lock himself in his bedroom or the bathroom and
masturbate to fantasies of Anthony in his arms, Anthony touching him, Anthony kissing him,
Anthony, always Anthony. And still, Charlie could not share his secret obsession, now a certainty,
that he was in love with his best friend.
Now Charlie was pressed against the counter in his friend’s kitchen watching through the
window as Anthony cleaned the pool outside. Anthony had his shirt off even though it was
somewhat cool amid the autumn breezes. Steam rose off the water which showed that it was
obviously heated. As Anthony moved a net on a long pole around the pool, collecting leaves, his
muscles rippled sending corresponding tingles up Charlie’s spine.
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Charlie and Anthony were both sixteen and as was more and more frequently the case around
his friend, Charlie was aroused. He was making Kool-Aid which he planned to serve in a tall pitcher.
To distract himself, he pressed harder against the counter, causing his penis to ache -- because the
pain felt good, it felt like what he deserved for having such nasty thoughts. Charlie fantasized about
Anthony spanking him for being bad. And still, the more he pressed against the counter, the more
aroused he became.
Finally, Anthony had cleaned the pool to his satisfaction and set the net aside. Turning to face the
kitchen window, he waved his arms, signaling Charlie to come outside and join him. Adjusting his
jeans to accommodate his erection, Charlie set the pitcher and two full glasses on a tray and
stepped through the sliding glass doors.
“Come on, slow poke,” Anthony chided, playfully, “let’s go for a swim.”
“But it’s chilly out here,” Charlie protested, placing his tray on the patio table beside the pool,
wrapping his arms around himself to show that he was cold, and smiling sheepishly.
“Besides, I didn’t bring a suit.”
“Never mind that -- can’t you see the pool is heated?”
Anthony said, taking a healthy draught of Kool-Aid from one of the glasses.
“Besides, we don’t need suits since it will just be the two of us.”
Charlie froze in disbelief over what he’d just heard. Anthony displayed an adorable pink
mustache from the Kool-Aid which was distracting. He was about to protest out of shyness when
quick as a wink Anthony was throwing off his shoes and socks in preparation for pulling off his
pants and underwear.
Charlie had only ever seen Anthony naked in the showers after gym, and then he had to stop
himself from staring and move off on his own to keep from getting a boner. Only now was he able to
pause and revel in the scene taking place before him.
Anthony had the strong, lithe body of a swimmer, another activity at which he excelled. His
muscles were well toned and his abdomen sectioned into a modest six-pack. His arms were long
and lean. As he pulled off his pants and underwear Charlie noticed that this was true of his legs as
well. He also noticed that his friend’s ass was tight and well rounded. When he saw Anthony’s cock
he almost died – it was circumcised, not too small, and not too large. In fact, Charlie judged it to be
just right. Then, while Charlie was still admiring his physique, Anthony flashed his lovely smile and
dove headlong into the deep end with nary a splash.
“Come on, what are you waiting for? The water’s fine,” Anthony taunted, splashing in Charlie’s
direction after coming up for air.
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What else could he do? Charlie began to disrobe. However, when it came to the point of actually
being naked in front of Anthony, he chose to keep his boxers on. This did little to hide his erection,
which had barely subsided, but did a great deal to mask his embarrassment.
Charlie dove in.
The water that washed over Charlie’s body was warm like that of a bath. Rising for air he found
that he’d lost sight of Anthony amid the steam rising off the surface. When he spotted Anthony,
trolling toward him out of the fog, face half in and half out of the water -- blowing bubbles, he
couldn’t help but giggle with glee.
“What is this I see?” Anthony said, ducking his head to look beneath the waves. “You’re wearing
your underwear. Well, we can’t have that.”
Charlie squealed in surprise when Anthony dove forward and grabbed him. Then he felt his
ineffectually waterlogged boxers being slipped down his hips. He chose to fight back and was soon
locked in a trashing struggle with a crazed beast over the possession of his drawers. As was always
the case, Anthony one the contest -- but Charlie didn’t mind. He wasn’t sure but that he might have
let Anthony win in the end. Whatever the case, Charlie was joyously happy splashing and wrestling
with Anthony in the pool – feeling his body close, running his hands over sleek, wet muscles, feeling
Anthony’s penis brush against his body, pressing his own swollen cock against Anthony.
Charlie had no idea how it happened, but suddenly the thrashing stopped. Charlie found himself
with his legs round Anthony’s narrow hips, arms over his shoulders, having his buttocks gently
cradled by his friend who twirled the two of them round in a slow circle. Their faces were close.
Eyes locked. Not a word was spoken but in those few moments’ embrace Charlie managed to
express his longing for his friend far more eloquently than he’d ever imagined possible.
They were about to kiss. Charlie knew it, he could feel it the in very air that separated them. He
moved his hand to the back of Anthony’s head to pull his face closer. He wetted his lips in nervous
anticipation. Then Anthony’s eyes blinked and his eyebrows knitted together in a frown.
“What are you doing? Get off of me,” Anthony said, wedging their bodies apart and pushing
Charlie away.
Before Charlie could react, Anthony was splashing away from him toward the stairs to the pool.
As he climbed the stairs he seemed ashamed, turning his body away from Charlie.
“Wait, Anthony. Don’t leave me,” Charlie pleaded.
Anthony stopped dead in his tracks. He had never denied Charlie anything and now was to be no
exception. Still he did not turn to him until Charlie had walked up the stairs to stand beside him.
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When he did, Charlie found that Anthony was fully erect himself. Anthony turned his face away.
Charlie reached out and turned it back.
Their first kiss was soft, gentle, experimental – barely a kiss at all. Anthony didn’t respond but
also didn’t pull away. Their second kiss was more forceful. Anthony parted his lips this time. Charlie
noticed that Anthony tasted vaguely of Kool-Aid – that and chlorine. This kiss concluded with
Charlie running his tongue playfully over Anthony’s lower lip. Charlie felt Anthony slide his hands
down his spine which caused him to shiver -- that and the cool air. He did the same running his
hands across Anthony’s luscious, soft skin. They stepped closer. Charlie’s hands didn’t stop moving
until they were resting lightly on Anthony’s ass. He stroked the warm, soft curves of Anthony’s
buttocks. Anthony reached down and cupped Charlie’s bottom in his hands.
During the next kiss their lips parted more fully. Charlie cocked his head to one side so that he
could wholly envelop Anthony’s mouth with his own. Their bodies pressed hard together and
Charlie’s cock pushed up Anthony’s belly to rest beside Anthony’s own prick. This kiss was long,
deep, and hungry. As their lips parted, Anthony reached a hand between them to grab Charlie’s dick.
When he squeezed Charlie gasped. Laying his face against Anthony’s shoulder he nibbled and
pecked.
Stepping out of the pool, Anthony led Charlie by his dick to the poolside table. There he reached
for a lotion dispenser which his mother always kept by the pool for when she was done sunbathing.
After applying lotion liberally to his hands, he placed his hands on Charlie’s chest and started to
slather the viscous formula all over his body. He smoothed it slowly over Charlie’s shoulders,
kneading the muscles there, then down to his abdomen and finally, achingly, concluded by grabbing
Charlie’s cock and pulling it, hand-over-hand, as if he was pulling taffy.
Charlie nearly bent in half backward in his desire to thrust his penis into Anthony’s masculine
grip. He fell back against the patio table afraid that his shaking legs would no longer support his
weight. And still Anthony continued to stroke, alternately gliding round and over the head of his
penis. Anthony’s attentions grew to include Charlie’s balls which he squeezed and pulled. Charlie
was going crazy, afraid that he might cum too soon and the experience would be over.
Eventually, Anthony’s attentions focused less on Charlie’s cock and more on the root of his penis
leading back from his balls between his legs. Then Anthony stopped stroking him all together and
instead slid his fingers between Charlie’s legs and buns to play with his asshole. As Anthony probed
him deeper and harder Charlie became less concerned on his penis and more focused on how badly
he wanted Anthony inside of him, even if it meant only his fingers.
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Without warning, Anthony stopped and walked away. Charlie nearly fell to the ground pleaded
for him to come back.
“Come over here,” Anthony insisted, grabbing a towel off one of the deck chairs and laying it out
next to the pool.
“Where do you want me?” Charlie asked, fully prepared to comply with any further demand.
“Down here, on your hands and knees,” Anthony said with a mischievous smile.
Charlie bent low, laying his forearms on the towel and thrusting his hips high up in the air. He
gritted his teeth not knowing what to expect. Anthony knelt behind him and applied a few
experimental probes with his fingers tips, each one going deeper. Then Charlie felt Anthony’s penis
slide up and down his crack in search of his anus before it slipped inside of him with a single
smooth thrust. Charlie threw back his head and gasped in surprise and pain, but he did not pull
away. He wanted this too badly, had dreamed of it too often to pull away.
As Anthony repeatedly thrust himself deep inside Charlie, Charlie reached down and began
stroking himself. The feeling of getting fucked was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. The
sensations he was feeling were strong and oh so pleasing -- he didn’t want them to stop. He wanted
Anthony to fuck him harder and deeper and finally unable to contain himself screamed out words
to that affect.
Toward the end Anthony’s movements became more frantic and Charlie could tell he was going
to cum before Anthony himself knew it. Then it happened, Anthony finally lost the fight and began
to furiously pump his seed into Charlie. He called upon God repeatedly using lips that could barely
articulate words. Charlie felt the muscles of Anthony’s penis convulse for what seemed like an
eternity. The muscles of Charlie’s ass clamped down hard when he too achieved orgasm. Charlie
screamed out. For a time all was suspended amid glorious sensation. Then as quick as it began it
was all over.
To Charlie’s mixed relief and disappointment, Anthony slipped his penis from inside him and
stood up. Charlie fell forward to lay on the bath towel in exhaustion. He heard Anthony dive into the
pool and soon forced himself to rise and join him.
The two splashed and played together but something had changed between them. Their time
together felt strained which it never had before. After only a few more minutes, Anthony jumped
out of the pool to get dressed. Charlie wanted to make love again but when he approached Anthony
he was brushed aside and told to ‘knock it off’.
Charlie got dressed and went home.
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Over the next several weeks Charlie and Anthony had sex several more times; but in each case
things were awkward with Anthony being overly anxious and clumsy, ultimately hurting Charlie in
his rush to climax. During their love making sessions, Anthony refused to kiss Charlie and
afterwards would jump into his clothes and want to go do something else as if nothing had
happened between them. Eventually Charlie grew to avoid Anthony and when they were together
to spurn his advances. It wasn’t until years later that he discovered Anthony was simply a poor
lover.
By the end of the month Anthony was dating a girl named Carol and they didn’t see much of each
other anymore. By the end of the year Charlie was working to graduate a year early in order to
attend Stanford in the fall.
Over the years, Charlie took many lovers. But he never forgot his first. Eventually he settled
down with just one man. On a return trip to Cedar Falls to introduce this man to his parents, he
heard from a friend that Anthony had gotten married and had kids. He was happy for his old friend.
Leaning back on his parent’s sofa to lay his head on his partner’s shoulder, Charlie looked up into
his lover’s eyes and smiled.
“What?” his partner asked.
“Oh, nothing. Just reliving some old, happy memories.”
And Charlie was happy; mostly, he was happy for himself.
THE END
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