'Tuesday afternoon
I'm just beginning to see
Now I'm on my way
It doesn't matter to me
Chasing the clouds away.'
Charley smiled, how appropriate. The Moody Blues 'Tuesday Afternoon' on the car radio. It was indeed a Tuesday afternoon and to say that he was looking forward to the evening would be an understatement. He was looking forward to being with Jackie and having sex, not separately but together.
A knock on her door. How long ago it seemed since he had first done that bringing her bag back to her and momentarily swopping bodies.
"Charley, come on in!" She was not just dressed in work clothes or any old clothes, but rather a nice dress with a quite low-cut front. It was meant to please the male of the species - and did. Charley too had taken trouble with himself, had showered and washed his hair and put on a new shirt and jeans. Jackie kissed him, and a glass of wine was thrust into his hand.
"Well," said Charley.
"I don't think a mechanical copulation will do any good, it's got to be one where both parties are fully aroused."
"I can't, unless aroused, Jackie, can I?"
"No, I know, Silly, but I meant we both need to be really aroused not just going through the motions, not just me lying back and you doing it as if you were simply, um, servicing me."
Charley did not really think it could be like that. His interest in Jackie's body had grown and grown. "You're too nice, too pretty, too attractive for me just to feel like that. I'm already half hard at the thought."
"Seduce me, then."
"Oh."
"Arouse me," she breathed.
Whether Charley's 'technique' for seduction was any good was not put to the test. There was rather more than a role reversal for, no sooner has Jackie said 'arouse me' in rather a husky and sexy way, than Charley found himself looking at himself. They had swopped right there and then in Jackie's lounge. It was Jackie who raised his arms and placed them on what had been her shoulders and drew the two together. It was his own lips that brushed against the ones he could feel and then Charley was being kissed. They were male lips on his own, a male tongue pushing into his mouth but, rather importantly, they were his lips and tongue. He could not sensibly object to that. Charley gave himself up to the moment, closed his eyes and responded.
Charley did not have to think but was being shown exactly what Jackie thought was the right technique for her. Slow, with a lot of kissing and gentle caresses. She seemed particularly to like her hair being stroked, a little like a cat.
It was more than a little strange to feel his breast being cupped and see his hand upon Jackie's left breast and feeling just how good having one's feminine breast cupped and fondled was - and then the hand slipped inside his brassiere, as he was pulled onto the settee. All somewhat confusing but, there again, swopping bodies is likely to be confusing.
So different, so unlike his usual experience. Not the hardening of his penis in his trousers but instead a growing wetness in his knickers and, yes, the feeling of his clitoris doing the hardening, and not just where it poked out, but inside his body. As Jackie, with his hands, delved - and delved very well (she did, after all, know what her body liked) Charley responded both in arousal and with his feminine hands. He roamed inside his shirt, stroking his own little nipples.
Such a feeling of excitement as Jackie placed one of his hands upon her thigh and let his fingers slowly creep under the hem of the dress. Charley had, like most men, enjoyed the excitement of slowly sliding a hand up a girl's skirt or dress, wondering whether he would be allowed to reach the 'goal' or be stopped half way, or even before. But this time he felt what the girl felt, the excitement of those approaching fingers and then the touch of a finger to the thin material of knickers.
The first touch made him gasp, "Oh yes, go on, Jackie, so nice."
But with Jackie taking the first few steps to exploring her own sex with his fingers came rather the crunch time for Charley. He needed to do the same with Jackie's fingers to his own cock. He left it a little longer, with the hope they might simply swop back to their own bodies but, as Jackie slipped the knickers from his borrowed body and knelt to kiss him between the legs, he knew he was going to have to bite the bullet. Well, not so much bite as suck...
He let Jackie perform cunnilingus. Such a feeling! Her wandering tongue was not exactly torture: indeed, rather the opposite, but she did know just what to do. Sweet torture, perhaps.
Her face, or rather his face, was wet. Charley had no compunction about tasting that from his lips, but it was now his turn. He encouraged Jackie to her (or rather, his) feet and began to undo the belt of his jeans. He had done that belt up not even an hour before but that had been with his own hands, not Jackie's. As he undid the brass button and lowered the brass zipper of his jeans he was not unhappy with the size of the bulge in his best spotted boxer shorts before him. It was, a different perspective on his own cock and it did look respectable in size, which was pleasing. How many times had he felt within his fly for his own cock, quite a few times every day, 356 days a year, but never without feeling what he was touching from within. This time there was no sensation just the feel of his so familiar penis. He brought it out.
All men, probably, at one time or other wish they could suck their own cock. In adolescence or later, wanting to know what it would feel like to have a girl do that, perhaps to feel what a warm and wet orifice would feel like around their cock. But few can achieve auto fellation. Charley had neither been supple nor long enough to self-suck. Even with his legs up against his bedroom wall and then using the wall to push his bottom, with himself doubled up as far as he could go, the swollen bell-end had remained inches from his tongue let alone his lips. Now, though, his penis, swollen and leaking a little, was there in front of him inches from his face. The foreskin drawn back and the fraenum taut. His penis, his foreskin, his knob.
"Go on, suck Charley, I want to feel my cock - your cock - in your mouth. I want to feel that. Go on, it's a nice cock. I like your cock, Charley. It does feel awfully swollen."
He had worried about sucking Kieran's cock, had managed to avoid that, but now it was his own he was going to suck. There was a world of difference. Not another man's cock but his own cock. Quite, quite different. Could he have reached he would have done it years before - he knew he would have done.
Charley opened Jackie's mouth and leant forward.
It was, perhaps, bigger in his mouth than he had expected. Bigger, even though it was his own so familiar cock in his mouth but unlike the unrealised past hope of auto-fellation, he could not feel the touch of Jackie's warm mouth upon his cock: that was for her to feel. Bulbous, soft but hard; he could feel with Jackie's lips and tongue the organ he had felt so often with his own hand; and, of course, he took more of it into Jackie's mouth, both intrigued and fascinated by what he was doing to himself. It was an opportunity not given to many men. He rocked his mouth backwards and forwards along his cock knowing how much he would like that and, therefore, how much Jackie would enjoy the feelings.
He even removed his mouth and licked up the whole shaft from balls to penis, sort of just to see how far it was! He knew of course, but it was something he liked girls to do and, for a few moments, he was a girl. Should he feel what a spurting cock was like in his mouth - importantly his own cock ejaculating not some other man's - what would that really be like? It was tempting. He mouthed one of his balls, again to feel what that was like. He was gentle. He knew from painful experience just how delicate they were, and it would not be at all kind to let Jackie feel just what a squeezed teste felt like.
He was playing with himself as he fellated Jackie. His fingers were flicking away at his clit, taking great pleasure from the sensations and from that came a great desire to be, well, fucked.
"Fuck me, Jackie.
She pushed him back onto the bed, arranged him with thighs spread and open before undressing. Jackie loomed over him with his cock standing strongly to attention at her front. He was pleased to observe both it and his body did not look too bad. It seemed almost to Charley like he was the blushing bride on her wedding night confronted by the reality of the male organ for the first time. He had felt Kieran at work within Jackie before but had not had this, the male 'rampant' approaching with a view to penetration. Charley had not, of course, been fucked before - most certainly not by some male friend in his bottom. Normally, of course, he had no fuckable orifice twixt anus and scrotum, his own body's perineum was unbroken. But he was not like that, not in Jackie's body, his perineum was awash with Jackie's sexual lubrication, he could feel how engorged her lips were, how hard her clit was and how ready for copulation her body felt.
"Fuck me, Jackie.
