Old Charley Sleeps Over

I was tellin' ya the other day about Old Charley and Morti-mer and me. I told ya how we was sittin' on the porch just mindin' our own business and bullshittin' 'bout this 'n that when Mortimer come by and challenged Old Charley to a contest ta see who had the biggest pecker.

Anyways, after Mortimer left that day, Old Charley got ta thinkin' 'bout some of the things that Mortimer had been talkin' 'bout, and he b'gun ta think that mebbe we oughta try them out. Now, ya gotta' unnerstand that I never knew that anything came outta my pecker 'sides piss b'fore a few nights ago.

So, that night, I got my old lady to let Old Charley spend the night with me. Our house is small. Its really only got two bedrooms. My old man and old lady sleep in one, and my sister sleeps in the other. Ya see, the basement has been fixed up real neat and that's where I sleep. Everybody else sleeps on the 2nd floor so they don't hear much of what goes on in my room. So, I get to play my radio and watch that ole TV without anybody knowin'. I can bring a good ole six pack in too and nobody knows about it. Of course, I have to get the empties out without the rest of them findin' out about them. But since I take care of the trash cans, that's no problem. Whats a real pain in the ass, though, is that the bathroom is way upstairs next to the bedrooms.

Old Charley brought in two six packs for us. He used his gymn bag and my folks thought that it was his clothes for overnight. I only have one bed in my room, but its a big bed so we had lotsa room. Anyways, we went downstairs to watch that ole TV and do some bullshittin' while we was waitin' fer everbody to go to bed. We each had a couple cans of beer while we was shootin' the shit.

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About when we finished those two we heard everybody goin' upstairs to go to bed. Old Charley said that he had to pee. I told him that he was gonna have to go upstairs to do it. Old Charley didn't like that idea. Next thing I know, Old Charley takes out Henry and grabs an empty beer can and pees in that beer can. He filled the first one, and part of the second one. I damned near shit when I see that! I told Old Charley that I wasn't chicken to go upstairs and pee and started to go. Old Charley told me that I was chicken to pee in the can like he did. Well, maybe Old Charley's pecker is lots bigger than mine, but I can still do anything he can do. So, I grabbed an empty can and I let loose and filled it full, and started on another. I peed just 'bout as much as he did.

We opened another can of beer and started undressing. As I got my Jockey's off, I noticed that Old Charley wasn't wearing any underwear. I don't think that Old Charley ever wore underwear. I think he always let Henry just kinda hang down his leg. By now both of us was feelin' a buzz from the beer. Old Charley reached over and picked up his can of beer from the table and tipped it up and chugged down a big load of that. Then he looked at me and he says that the beer didn't taste right. I looked and he had been drinkin' from the can I had been peein' in. I started laughin'. His face looked strange when he realized what he had done. He got real mad at me for laughin' so hard. I jest couldn' help it. I was buzzin' and he looked so funny. Then he found his real can of beer and drunk down at least half the can.

We was both laying on the bed. Old Charley reached over and took my hand and moved it to his pecker, and told me to play with it. I put my hand around his pecker and just kind of flopped it around a bit. Since I'd never played with anybodys pecker before, I wasn't sure wht to do. Then I felt his hand grab my pecker and so I just kinda did the same thing to his that he did to mine. We pulled our hands up and down those peckers, and I could feel his pecker gettin' harder and harder. Mine was gettin' pretty stiff, too. I felt Old Charley feel around my nuts and I thought I was in heaven. Christ! That felt good.

Then Old Charley put his hand under my head and I felt him lifting my head and moving it down toward his pecker. Next thing I knew, his pecker was aimed right at my mouth. I put my mouth around it, like I did earlier when Mortimer was showin' us how. I was kinda gettin' the hang of it, and Old Charley was doin' quite a bit of moanin'. The moans sounded like moans of pleasure, so I figgered I was doin' somethin' right. Then Old Charley says to just lay there and hold his pecker in my mouth for a couple minutes. So, I lay there. First thing I know I feel somethin' wet in my mouth. Then I come to that Old Charley's pissin'! I can't let go 'cause there'll be a mess in the bed. I let out a hell of a groan, and Old Charley just laughs and keeps on pissin'. My mouth is full of Old Charley's piss and there's more comin'. I hadda swallow or I'da made a mess in the bed. That bastard finally quit pissin' and I really bitched him out. He said that I thought it was so funny when he'd drunk a bunch of my piss that he just wanted to give some back to me. I opened 'nother can of beer to flush it down, but deep down I thought it was kinda fun.

Then Old Charley reaches inta his gymn bag and he pulls out a jar of somethin'. He tells me to roll over, 'cause he wants to try what Mortimer wanted to do to me. I told him I was afraid it would hurt, and he said that he'd be careful. He kinda pulled my ass up in the air and took some of that stuff outa the jar and I could feel him spreadin' it around my shit hole, and then I could feel somethin' tryin to go into my shit hole. I squeezed my hole and told him that it hurt. He says to relax. I tried, and I could feel his finger tryin' to go in. Then he got some more stuff and worked on my shit hole some more. I started gettin' used to it, and then I could his finger wigglin' around. I asked him how far he had his finger in, and he says he's got it all the way in. He wiggled it a little and I felt a wild feelin' in my pecker. I thought I was gonna explode right then.

After some more of that, I could feel it gettin' comfortable in there. Then he pulled it out, and I felt him move around and then somethin' big went in that shit hole. I started to scream, but he put his hand over my mouth, and then I felt my shit hole filled full to burstin' and severe pain. Old Charley held still and held his hand over my mouth. Then he took it away and asked if it still hurt. I sobbed that it did a little. He asked if I wanted him to take it out. I wasn't gonna let him think I was that weak.

I told him to keep it in, but to just hold it a minute. The pain was goin' away, an' I figgered that if I stayed like that a little more, it'd be all right. When I felt it goin' away, I laid down on my stomach and he laid on top of me for a while. Then I felt him start to move around a little and then he moved some more. I finally realized that he was wigglin' his ass in me just like he was that night I had seen him with his pillow. I could feel my pecker gettin' harder and harder, and just when I begun to think I couldn't take it any more, he started movin' faster and breathin' real hard and heavy. I could feel him sweatin' all over me. Then he moaned real hard, and then he lay real still on top of me. I could feel his arms come around me, and he was holdin' me real tight. He laid his head down next to mine. I moved my head around to look at him, and he brought his lips to mine and we kissed. I didn't know what to think. I never heard of two guys kissin', especially on the lips. But, it felt good. I liked feelin' Old Charley have his arms around me. It felt neat to have him close like that, and kiss me. It felt good to have his bare body layin' on my bare body. It felt good to have his pecker inside my body.

We stayed like that a couple minutes and then Old Charley pulled his pecker out. Then that son of a bitch picked up my T-shirt and wiped off his pecker with it. Then I could feel him wipe my ass with it. My T-Shirt! How's I gonna explain that?

We laid down on the bed beside each other. His pecker was kinda floppy. My pecker was like a pitch fork handle. I told Old Charley to roll over. He asked why, and I told him, 'cause I was gonna do to him what he did to me. I found the jar of stuff and played with his ass for a while and got it all loose. I spread that stuff all around down there, and then I got some more of it, and I could feel my finger findin' that shit hole. As I started pushin' on it some I could feel my finger start to go inside of Old Charley. I thought this was amazing. I didn't know this could happen. I worked it around in there and that was a real wierd feelin'. I could feel him relaxin' and my finger moved a lot easier.

Then I put some of it on my pecker and started working my pecker into his shit hole. He started to scream a little, but I held his mouth, just like he held mine. I never felt anything like that before! I almost came right then. I held real still. I asked Old Charley if it was still hurtin' and he said it was goin' away. I waited a couple more minutes, and then I tried workin' it around in there a little. Oh, that feelin'! I never felt anything like it. I started workin' it up and down a little. My pecker got harder and harder and I felt like I was gonna explode. I felt myself gettin' all sweaty and then I felt like I was passin' out.

When I realized what was happenin' I was layin' on top of Old Charley, my pecker still in his shit hole. I was feelin' as if I had been to the end of the world and was comin' back. Then I knew I had to piss, real bad. All of that beer and piss was startin' to catch up with me. I figgered that we'd been havin' fun back and forth with piss, so I'd have some more fun. I started lettin' the piss out.

Then Old Charley started moanin' like he does when he's comin'. Then he started makin' noises like he's gettin' ready to scream. I put my hand over his mouth, an' kept right on pissin'. Then it hit me that when I finished pissin' he was gonna let all that piss out as soon as I pulled my pecker out. I didn't know what he would do with it, so I left my pecker in. I took my hand away from his mouth. He was pantin'. He asked me what did I do.

I told him I pissed. 'In my shit hole?' he says. I says yup. He says he come 3 times when I did that. I didn' believe him. He says he's gotta shit now. I says he's gotta go upstairs to do that. He says he can't make it. Its only cause he's got his shit hole squeezed tight round my pecker that he's not shittin' now. He's got it squeezed so tight that my pecker is startin' to get hard again. I asked him what he thinks he can do about takin' a shit. It was his idea to piss in the beer can. Maybe Old Charley can figger out somethin' now.

While Old Charley's layin' there tryin' to figger out what to do, my pecker's gettin' harder and harder. I start wigglin' around a little tryin' to get comfortable. Then I feel my pecker in his shit hole. My pecker is kinda floatin' in my hot piss and the more I wiggle, the better it feels. First thing I know I'm feelin' that feelin' again, and Old Charley's squeezin' his shit hole tighter and tighter 'cause he doesn't wanna leak, but my wigglin' around is makin' him come. I start movin' my pecker up and down in his shit hole, and I kin feel the head of my pecker sloshin' around in my piss. He's squeezin' harder and that's makin' my pecker get harder, and then I feel an explosion like I haven't felt since that old mule of Grandpa's kicked me up agin the side of the barn when I tried to feel his nuts. I pass into outer space, and as I lay there comin' back around, I asked Old Charley if he was all right. He allows as how that's the best yet. He says he come 3 more times whenst I did that. Now he's gotta shit worse than ever, and I gotta piss again. He tells me not to piss in his shit hole again, he can't hold anymore. I knda wonder if that's really true.

So, I asks Old Charley what he figgers he's gonna do with all that piss and white stuff in his shit hole. I'm 'fraid if I'm not careful he's gonna try to get it in my mouth, or somethin' just to get even. Old Charley says he hasn't figgered that out, yet. I start to pull my pecker out, and he tells me to leave it in to keep the hole plugged.

I asked him about the empty beer cans, but he figgers he can't get it through that small hole, and he's sure that the can won't hold it, and I figger he's right. Old Charley, he's hangin' on tight to my pecker, and damned if he isn't gettin' it hard agin! I still gotta piss, real bad, and when I tell Old Charley this, he gets all upset.

He says he can't hold anymore. Well, I can't hold it anymore, either. I'm tryin' to hold it back, but it won't hold. My pecker's gettin' harder an' harder, and we're still tryin' to figger out what to do. Old Charley's moanin' agin, and says he's comin' again, and when he does, his shit hole is squeezed so tight that I feel my own explosion.

When it's over, we lay there again. Old Charley's got a shit hole full of piss and that white stuff and hes' bitchin' that his guts are hurtin'. I know that feelin' from when my Dad used to give me enemas. He'd get a so much hot water up my shit hole and make me hold it, that I would hurt bad in my guts. I figgered that was what Old Charley was feelin'.

Then, I remember a big bowl that I had popcorn in that's under the bed. I tell Old Charley about it, and he's all excited. He and I swing around on the bed so that our feet get on the floor together with my pecker still in his shit hole. I grabbed the T-Shirt he used to wipe his pecker with and pulled my pecker out of his shit hole and then held his shit hole with the shirt. I reached under the bed and got the bowl out.

Old Charley squatted down and let loose with a hell of a splatter and ker-chunks. Old Charley's pecker was standin' straight out, and so was mine. I wiped mine off with the T-Shirt. I figgered it was already messed up, so what the hell. I looked at the bed where Old Charley had been layin' and there was a hell of a big wet spot. I wasn't sure how I was gonna explain that, either. I guess I'd hafta to a laundry when no one was home.

So, Old Charley's squattin' over that bowl and he says it feels like his guts are comin' out. I look in the bowl, an' he's got it 'bout half full. I keep hearin' a few more drips and plops, and I know that he is still shittin' it out. He says his ass is awful sore. I allow as to how mine is pretty sore, too. I tell him I've gotta piss real bad. He reaches up and grabs my butt and forces my pecker in his mouth and I let loose with all of that beer piss I've been holdin' in. He takes it all down, and when I'm done, he lets loose and allows as how thats not bad.

Finally, Old Charley stands up and uses that T-Shirt to wipe out his shit hole. We stand there lookin' at each other, and both of us have hard peckers. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him, and then his lips are on mine and my arms around him. After a long kiss, he whispers in my ear that he wants to piss in my shit hole. I tell him that my ass is sore, and I don't think I can. He says he'll be gentle, and he bends me down over the bed and starts greasing my shit hole.

Then I feel his pecker sliding in, and it isn't hurting at all. Then we are both down on the bed and as we lay there I feel a stinging inside my ass and then I feel the first explosion and my pecker is throbbing and I can feel it coming out. The stinging keeps coming and I feel another explosion coming on. I must have made some noise that time, 'cause Old Charley tells me to be quiet, 'cause I'll wake up the house. The next time, I try to be quiet, but that old mule has just kicked me again. Now I feel my shit hole is so packed that its gonna explode. I can feel cramps in my gut, and I squeeze my shit hole tight, just like Old Charley did, tryin' to keep it all in. Then I felt Old Charley doin' the same thing I did.

His pecker was gettin' harder 'cause of my squeezin', and then I felt him wigglin' his ass up and down again, and then after he sweated a lot and moaned, he just lay down real quiet on top of me, and lay there. I'm still squeezin' tryin' to keep that all in. Then he lets me up, and its my turn to get over that bowl. He wipes himself off with that old T-Shirt. His pecker isn't hard any more. Mine isn't hard, either. My ass hurts, and he says his does too.

Finally, it feels like I've got my guts emptied, and I get up and wipe my shit hole with that shirt.

We sit on the edge of the bed and share a can of beer. We figgered that it was a lot of fun. Our shit holes hurt, and we may never shit right again, and our peckers ache, too. But it was all great fun. After we finish the can of beer, we fill some more beer cans with piss, and crawl into bed. I gave Old Charley one hell of a kiss, and then we both went to sleep.

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