Charlie Gets Some

Author’s Note: Thanks to GD author James Rozo for editorial assistance.

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Heavy set, husky, or fat, whatever Charlie was called, it wasn’t good. As a kid he was tormented and ridiculed - his fat ass the butt of jokes, beaten up too. He was different from other, normal boys. His weight could be addressed… the other inclination could only be repressed, for a while at least. Neither would get him any awards in his back-water Georgia town of 810.

At the one room school they learned him good enough.

Reckon after eight years he had more lessons than most.

His top priority was helping momma and losing weight, which he did. No matter what he tried, however, he couldn’t get rid of his fat ass. Big butts were the new fad for women folk, but not boys. Charlie didn’t give a rat’s ass what folk thought of him or his bubble butt.

He only cared for men.

And if it made him more attractive to them, he would flaunt it.

It didn’t take a detective to figure out he was gay. His momma knew from when he was knee high to a grasshopper. A mother always knows. Never said nothing on account of him having other, more immediate issues… his weight and that fat ass of his.

Charlie would swish it as he walked. Couldn’t be helped. Mass in motion. Physics plain and simple. Momma thought to herself, ‘oh Lordy that boy is going to get himself into some mighty fine trouble. That sweet ass drawing attention all around town.’

Little did she know.

It would result in the best sex he would ever get.

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Old man Manfred lived down the street. A comely woman, presumed to be his wife by townsfolk, clung to him as the years consumed her youth. But they never married. Lois was always too busy entertaining gentlemen callers. And Manfred facilitated transactions as her agent.

That is, until she up and died last year.

Aids, if rumors were to be believed.

She refused to see a doctor despite Manfred’s pleas, and continued plying her trade. A one trick pony, spreading her legs was all she knew. Much less profitable at her advanced age, but Manfred still enjoyed the income that supplemented his monthly government assistance checks.

Manfred looked the other way and kept a low profile.

But he had unfulfilled needs. A powerful hankering for a piece of ass.

Providence smiled upon him during a recent trip into town. The old codger’s attention was captured by a large swishing bottom. Plump, pretty as a peach, perfect, ripe for the plucking. He was surprised as all get out to discover it belonged to a boy. Charlie!

And he knew he must possess it.

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In a small rural town everyone knows everyone’s business.

And Charlie’s mamma knew about Manfred.

Hearing through the grapevine about the passing of his poor wife, Charlie’s mamma found out the old man needed help. Typical stuff - yard work, cleaning up, grocery shopping, and the like. So, being a good Christian, she sent Charlie over to help him with chores.

Besides, it would do some good for Charlie to be around a man.

A proper role model.

Manfred was blown away. The angels delivered this here boy right to his doorstep. Well, Gerald Tyrone Manfred never looked a gift horse in the mouth. Grinning like a possum eating a sweet potato, he told the boy he’d love to have some help around the house.

Might be able to even learn him some things too.

“Your daddy and grandpappy gone son?”

“Yep, gramps died when I was real young. Never knew my daddy”.

“Hmm. Boys need to know stuff. Reckon I can show you what they should have. I'll tell you what, I’ll help you in exchange for workin’ at my place. What do you say to that?”

“That be fine, sir. Mama says whatever I can do, it be good Christian fortitude.”

“Don’t rightly know what that means, but I’ll take it as an agreement.”

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One afternoon, hotter than hell’s pepper patch, Charlie made a discovery.

Cleaning out a cabinet, he came across a strange book. Inside were all types of pen and ink drawings. Men and women. Naked. Doing sex stuff. Heavens to Betsy there was some drawings where women were kissing other women. Men with men too!

He started to put it back when Manfred walked into the room.

“What’s that boy? Give it here.”

“Just a book of drawings I found,” turning beet red. Knowing the contents, Charlie was embarrassed but handed the book to the man. Momma always said a boy needs to do what he’s told.

“Aw, that was Lois’s. Mighty talented. Hmmm, don’t remember that one.” And a couple of, “Whew, look at that?” then asked, “What do y’all think Charlie? Girl could draw, couldn’t she?”

“Darn tootin', but why she draw all these people having sex fo?”

“It’s what made her happy. Bless her heart. It’s all she ever knowed. It’s good though, not to be embarrassed about it, y’all understand?”

“Yezzir.  Reckon I like this one best,” pointing to a detailed sketch of two well-hung men copulating like randy barnyard animals in rutting season.

“That’s friends she used to show hospitality to. Why’d you like that one best?”

“Don’t know, just do,” Charlie said, sweat rolling down his face.

“Well, they was gay as the day was long. I remember they were really happy about something that happened up North. Stonewall or something. Proud to call them’s my friends. So Charlie, really… why you fancy this here picture so much?”

“Not sure. Makes me feel like I’m okay, normal, and such. Gives me a hankering to scratch myself in a very ah, personal way. Blowin' up a storm in my britches.”

“I can fix that Charlie, if you want?”

“How, sir?”

“We friends now… call me Gerald.”

“Um hmm, okay Mr. Gerald.”

“See boy, I got the victuals you been wantin’. Here let me show ya, ”caressing his produce, slowly unhitching his well-worn overalls, down a muscular torso and legs, pooling at his feet. Wearing no breaches, his ballooning cock reached for the sun.

“What you think boy?

With disbelieving eyes, Charlie was more nervous than a bunch of long-tailed cats in a room of rocking chairs. Never seen a man-sized one up close before (not counting Pastor Jacob behind the barn at the church picknick last summer with young Mary).

“Sweet baby Jesus… it’s way longer and thicker than mine.”

Reaching out, he grasped and squeezed the dark ebony shaft. Amazing texture. Soft velvet steel engorged with blood, pulsing with life. Radiating heat like a dirt road in the Georgia noonday sun. Too thick to get his little hands all around it.

“Y’all can see better down on your knees, boy.”

That was all the prompting he needed. And he willingly descended to his destiny. Powerful and pretty, he ogled the rapidly expanding tool. And slowly pet it.

“Feels good when you touch it like that. You okay with this boy?”

“Sure. Always wanted to… um, I mean… you got a nice one.”

“Thanks. It gives powerful pleasure. Don’t pay no mind to whatever anyone tells you about goin to hell. Why did God make cocks so irresistible if he didn’t want you to play with them?”

“I reckon that’s right.”

“A body is to be enjoyed and shared with friends. We’re friends, right Charlie?”

“Oh, yes we rightly are Mr. Gerald.”

Charlie slowly pulled up and down more confidently, retracting the head’s bonnet.

“You’ve got mightily talented hands.”

“Thanks. I do mine like this when momma ain’t around. Sometimes I also, ah, I like to…”

“You like to do what Charlie?”

“Um… I don’t know why, but I like to put things in my butt.”

“If it feels good then you should do it. Long as it’s safe.”

“What you mean?”

“Don’t want nothin’ too rough, or somethin’ that’ll get stuck.”

“My brush handle hurt some. You reckon, your cock would fit in me?”

“I do. Amazin' how a hole can expand. Only one way to be certain,” he laughed. “But first you have to get it fully hard. Go ahead and kiss it; then we’ll see about your ass.”

Leaning forward, he extended his curious tongue… tasting the masculine flavors. Ripe. Earthy. Delicious. Licking around the head, around the rim, he opened wide to feed his desire. Taking hold at the base, he slowly moved down the ebony shaft. Almost three quarters of the way.

“Dang it, y’all doing great boy!”

This kid’s a natural, he thought, placing both hands behind the boy’s head.

“Take a little more,” pressing downward.

And Charlie did. Balls deep.

“Y’all keep it up and I’ll blow my load in yo’ mouth soon.”

Charlie pulled back. Spit coming out of his mouth with the cock.

“Oh no you don’t, y’all promised we could try my backside.”

Manfred laughed. “Now, hold on boy, I ain’t so certain you can take it… being new to this and all. But we can try if you want. Shuck them overalls, bend over this here table, and let me see that ass.”

Standing up, he did as told.

“Lordy, that’s one fine caboose. Looks like a woman’s… only better.”

“Thanks Mr. Gerald. It’s the only thing that I never lost much size on when I lost all my weight. Momma says it’s probably the good lord giving me a sign.”

“It sure‘ nuf give me a sign. Y’all sure about getting poked? Once we start, ain’t no stopping.

“Yeah, I’m good… been wantin’ this for awhile.”

Manfred retrieved a jar of pork lard; slathered his shaft.

“Shit, I’m getting ahead o’ myself.”

Leaning over, spreading Charlie’s legs apart, rotating the boy’s hips, pulling the meaty cheeks open, he extends his tongue and taste the prize. Licking around the rim, darting in-and-out, he enjoys the delicious flavor of southern country cuisine.

Enjoying the amazin' feeling, unlike anything he’s ever experienced before, Charlie moans in pleasure. Wiggling the fat ass from side to side, instinctively backing up slightly, trying to get the wet tongue deeper inside, he begs for more.

After ten minutes Manfred pulls back.

Dipping fat calloused fingers into the lard, he teases the hole with first one and then two fingers. Provided with relatively easy access and hearing no protests of pain, he’s got no doubt that the boy has indeed been playin' and stuffin’ stuff up inside his chute.

“Alright, you ready? Time to bust this ass open.”

Taking position, ensuring alignment, he places the engorged cockhead up against paradise and pushes inside the cherry gates. Encountering only token resistance, he’s surprised and pleased that almost half the shaft finds accommodations inside the boy.

Reaching an internal bend, however, Charlie jumps in protest.

“Lordy, that stings a bit.”

“It’s okay son, just relax and open that ass fo’ me. I’ll give y’all a moment to get used to the girth.” He knew he needed to act fast. Didn’t want the boy jumpin’ up, runnin’ and hollering all the way home, telling his mamma that the old man cornholed him against his will.

No need to worry.

After a few minutes the boy settled down, started moaning again and moved his ass on his own… back-and-forth, up-and-down, like he was riding a pony at the county fair. It helped that Manfred reached around and was strokin’ his boy cock.

“That feels wonderful!” exclaimed Charlie in a husky tone.

“No rush. Just take that cock,” pushing more and more inside, rearranging the boy’s internal organs. Soon enough he was at the best part… the last two inches, the thickest part, at the base of his cock. Holding the boy’s hips tightly, he gave Charlie a warning.

“Steady now, here’s the last few inches.”

“I can take it… give it to me.”

And he did.

All of it. Balls deep.

“Oooooh… so full,” whimpered Charlie.

Luxuriating in the succulent glove, the old man was blown away. The convulsing chute was squeezing his shaft, almost painfully so. It was obvious the boy wanted, no needed, to be fucked. Slave to his Southern Hospitality upbringing, Manfred generously accommodated the boy.

And rammed up inside. Repeatedly.

Powerful shaking and quaking moved the table across the kitchen.

“Harder, yeah like that,” demanded the bitch in heat.

The room was filled with moaning, groaning, grunting, yelling, and whimpering - the song of angels celebrating the holy union of flesh and spirit. Halleluiah! Too bad Paster Jacob and momma didn’t stop by or they would have fainted from witnessing the miracle.

“Take that cock boy… feel it fill your soul with glory.”

Charlie could indeed feel it. Every inch of Baptist redemption. Powerful and purposefully possessing his posterior. Deep inside his inner sanctum. No longer jerking his own cock, the boy was on the brink of a shattering climax, stimulated from inside out.

Manfred pulled all the way back and plowed impossibly forward - pokin’ the boy’s stomach, compressing the diaphragm, triggering Charlie’s hands-free ejaculation.

“Oh Jesus, I’m cummming!” Charlie screamed.

“Fuck yeah boy! Tighten up that ass. Damn, it’s happening!”

Manfred stiffened and unloaded his balls.

Grunting in satisfaction, releasing the boy’s bruised and battered ass, he slowly deflated and exited the glorious hole. Looking at the wide-open cunt with pride, he realized he owned that irreplaceable cherry. Many men will surely enjoy a piece over of the years… but he had been the first.

“Wow, Mr. Gerald that was great. Thank you for fucking me!”

“Y’all welcome, Charlie.”

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After that first time, Charlie was always at Manfred’s house looking after the old man. It seemed all Charlie had to do to get the old man going was to swish his ass while doing chores. God took care of the rest - providing inspiration and strength to do His work.

When mamma asked him if he was happy helping Mr. Manfred he replied:

“Yes ma'am. It’s just good Christian fortitude.”