Charley's Doll

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

Charley walked down the street cuddling his stuffed toy doll. It wasn't a teddy bear or a Raggedly Ann or Andy Doll, or a panda bear or such, it was a stuffed doll of a military man wearing camouflage pants and black boots, his chest bare and muscled, with a bandolier of bullets slung across his body and a rifle slung across the other. The figure wasn't that lifelike as it was entirely plush and rather beat-up and worn from multiple washings and other mishaps of young childhood play, but he carried it under one arm clasped tightly to his rib cage fondly just the same. He was rather getting too old for such toys and the older boys confronted the six-year-old on the sidewalk in all their ten-year-old bravado and greater numbers with the confidence of any gang of bullies.

They blocked his path and the oldest one said, "Where do you think you're going, runt?"

"Leave me alone!"

"You still have that raggedy doll, don't you, huh?" a second one sneered. Charley didn't know their names, and it didn't matter, they were bullies like all bullies, all body and no brains, having to move in a herd with no goal but to dominate others and try to feel better about themselves by making others feel miserable.

"Do you hold him when you cry at night?"

"Do you talk to him and hold tea parties with him?"

"I bet you can't sleep at night unless you got him with you, can you?"

"Let's find out!" The boy who said this grabbed at the doll.

"No! You leave Commander alone!" Charley snatched him back and backed away.

They advanced on him, they had found his weakness.

"We're going to take your Commander on a little adventure!"

"See what he's made of?"

"Yeah cut him open and see!"

Frightened, Charley turned around and ran fast as he could and the boys chased him about half a block before they stopped, laughing and hooting after Charley as he kept running for a short while. His home was only a short ways beyond where he had been stopped, but he couldn't go home while those boys were around. He panted, looked around, saw an old house with the door ajar, probably abandoned, and he ran inside it, closed the door.

"Hello, child," the old voice said.

Startled, Charley turned around. An old man was on a couch, sitting there in the darkness, not doing anything. Just sitting.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Charley blurted out. "I didn't know anyone was here! I was just...." His voice trailed off.

"Being chased by bullies and ran here to hide," the man said knowingly. "They wanted to take your guardian protector."

"My what?"

"Your guardian protector. Your doll." the old man gestured. "He stays with you and watches over while you sleep and is your best friend and constant companion. Right?"

"Well...yeah," Charley moved closer. Most people didn't understand. "Those boys wanted to take him away from me."

"I know, and that's why I'm here. Come a little closer. I can help you be sure to keep him."

Unsure why, Charley obeyed, getting very close. The old man put a hand on Commander's soft head gently and said a few words Charley didn't understand. Charley felt a sudden tingle going through Commander but it was over with in no time.

"There," the old man said with satisfaction. "Commander can't be stolen anymore. I fixed him. Go on now, those bullies won't be a bother to you anymore."

"Uh...okay. Thank you."

Charley left and crept home but the boys had gone somewhere else and he made it home with no trouble. He was surrounded by family until bedtime, but when he finally got alone in his bedroom with Commander, he sat his buddy down on the bed and said, "Commander, I don't know what that old man did, but I hope he's right that those bullies won't bother us anymore. I don't want to lose you."

The doll shifted slightly and Charley blinked. It looked like the doll smiled and winked at him. Just the lights maybe, no matter. He was tired and ready for bed. He undressed and got into the bed, with Commander, of course, lying in his usual place by his side.

"Good-night, Commander," he said as usual. "I love you."

The voice was so warm and familiar and soft that at first he didn't notice. "I love you too, Charley."

Charley relaxed, then his eyes shot open in surprise and he sat up, turned on his bedside lamp, and looked over to his side. "Commander!"

Instead of his plush doll maybe a foot long, there lay beside him a full-sized, masculine, muscled, grinning man. His hair was as blond, his face was the same, his eyes were the same blue, his bandolier and rifle were standing to one side of the bed, it was unmistakably him. "Hello, Charley," the big man grinned at him. He was no more than his latter twenties in age, and huge in strength and power.

"You're...you're alive!"

"Well, of course I am. You've been talking to me for years, haven't you, and haven't I answered?"

"Well, yes, I guess, kind of," Charley stuttered. "But...I can see you. You're not a doll anymore!"

"Yes, I am to everyone else." Commander said. "Only you can see and hear and feel me. Unless necessary, of course. I'm your protector, Charley. I figured it was time for me to show myself to you. Now relax, we're old friends, you and me. Lie down and relax, go to sleep."

Only one as young as Charley would have accepted this so easily, but he had talked with Commander for a very long time. He knew this face, this voice, he really knew it. He settled back down. "You're real, huh?" He left the light on, dazzled at this company, he wanted to see keeping him.

"As real as I need to be."

"Can I touch you?"

"All you want."

Charley reached over and felt the strong body, Commander didn't flinch or do anything but grin and chuckle a bit when his touching tickled him. Commander was a soft, gentle, pleasant man to be such a strong, fierce warrior. Charley enjoyed touching the man, the powerful biceps the large bulging pectorals, the firm ridges of the abdominals, his fingers expected to encounter the camouflage pants or a pair of briefs or such, but the flesh was unencumbered at the navel, where a furry line of hair touched his fingers under the covers, and below that the fur grew thicker and thicker and then.... "Oooh!" Charley said as he found a thick, hard, warm pole of flesh.

"Mmmmmmm!" Commander groaned as the boy gripped it in his hand.

"Is this your...willy?" Charley asked.

"That's one word for it," Commander agreed as the boy kept holding on and his hips moved to cause the warm shaft to slide the foreskin back and forth in his hand. "Work your hand up and down on it for me, can you do that? It feels so good for me when you do that."

Charley began to move his hand like Commander had been moving himself, and Commander let out a long, low moan of "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Is this how I do it?"

"Yeah, that's nice, that's really nice, so good, Charley, so good, ohhhhhh, it feels good when another person yanks your willy like this, you know?"

"Uh-uh," Charley admitted. "Will mine feel good, too?"

"Sure will. Get your jammies off and I'll show you." Commander offered.

Charley peeled off the pajamas as quick as he could and got closer to Commander and the big, beefy man reached a huge paw of a hand over and his fingertips gripped the tiny pud of the boy and began to work it up and down. Charley gasped, his body experiencing thrills he had never felt before, and all of it coming from his wiener. "Oh, ohhhhh, ohhhh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh!" he cried out as the brawny man's big hand worked his little rod. "Ohhhh, this is good, so good!"

He had stopped his own working of Commander's dong and Commander said, "Work mine, too," and the boy hastily complied and the two were in a soft intimate moment of delight, two males, man and boy, side by side, covered up in warm blankets, pumping away under the covers, concealed from the world and all its prying eyes.

All that was seen was their heads and shoulders and the moving covers below, the two points flapping at high speed. Their faces were grimacing and contorting and twisting in expressions of delight and pleasure.

Charley was the first to reach his climax, he had never experienced this before and had no idea of what was happening and the novelty drove him quickly to his climax. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHH, OH, OH, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh!" and he was done, his little body incapable of exhibiting any other visible sign of his joy than these sounds.

Commander chuckled genially and said, "Yeah, it does feel good, doesn't it? Keep whacking at mine. Better yet, let's pull these covers down and you'll see something amazing when I hit my climax."

"Climax?"

"What happened when you went 'oh, oh, oh'," Commander explained, a little breathless. "Please, if you're ready, get back to pumping on my dong, it needs to rocket really soon." He had pushed the covers down to his knees and partially exposed Charley's body as well, his hand on the man's hard dong, the cock a proud circumcised pole of eight inches with the foreskin still sufficient to cover that glans when in action, but the head a glorious pin mushroom head covered with a cross-hatched skin on top and slit with a glowing globe at the very apex.

"Rocket?"

"You'll see, just pump it for all you're worth." Commander's breath was making his chest rise and fall like the waves of an ocean far out to sea. Gentle swells of some far-off storm, they will crest and crash in the shallower waters off the shore.

Charley, knowing that the pleasure he would give Commander was this intense now, began to earnestly powerfully flog the dong, and Commander gasped and groaned and writhed as the heavy prod was jacked with energy by the young lad and he gasped, "Oh, oh, Charley, here it is, here it comes, watch it now, watch the white rockets, oh, oh, OH, OH, AHHHHHH, AHHH, AH, AH, AH, HAH-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Wow, golly, gee!" Charley gazed, amazed, dazed at the wild rockets of white spunk that jetted out high and wild out of Commander's dong. One, two, three, four, five, six, they flew high, hard and true, up into the air, and then over and down to land on Commander's broad, powerful chest and stomach, big, white wads of creamy, juicy wads, gleaming in the light from the lamp. "What is that?"

"It's called sperm, or come, or other words," Commander said. "It's what men make when they climax, if they shoot it inside a woman at the right time, it can create a baby. But any time they shoot it, it feels great. And it tastes pretty good, too, you might want to try it."

"Really?"

"Have I ever lied to you?" Commander asked.

"No."

"Just a taste. See if you like it. Watch me." Commander scooped up a wad and lifted it to his face, lapped it off. "Mmmm, it's good. Kind of salty, kind of sweet, kind of something else entirely. Not at all nasty, just a little slimy."

"Okay." Charley wiped a smaller glob off of Commander's stomach and lifted it to his face, sniffed it. It didn't smell bad. He licked it off in a spasmodic gesture and sampled it on his tongue. "Mmmm, hmmmm, mmmmm!" His face changed "You're right, it's really good!"

"There's more if you want it."

Charley saw the gleaming goo and he dove for it, licking at the clumps of spooge like any kid licks at ice cream. Commander chuckled genially and said when the boy was done, licking his lips, "There's still a bit on the top of my cock, if you can see it, and probably some still inside it if you want to try to suck it out."

Charley lapped the top of the cockhead and then sucked at the head but he didn't get anything, but the limp cock surged to life again. He looked quizzically at the man. "It's all hard again. Does that mean it'll have more again soon?"

"Soon enough if you are willing to keep sucking at it," Commander said. "I mean, work it with your lips like you were doing with your hand. The lips and mouth are so much softer and friendlier, it can do things your hand just can't do. I bet I can work up a lot more if you'll do it with your lips instead of your hand."

"Okay," Charley was more than willing. He bent to the task and began to slurp generously on the man's prong, moving his lips back and forth, guided on his task on the method by instructions from the man to guard his teeth from scraping the shaft and to work up saliva to make the prick slip in and out of his mouth easier. That helped him move even faster and as Commander was something more than a human man, he was soon approaching climax once again in full force. "Ahhhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, Charley, my divine little love, I am so glad that I was permitted to come to you in this manner, it is so much better than the doll form. I have always been with you, but this is so much better, so much better!"

"Always with me?" Charley had lifted his head off to speak, Commander's hand came over and gently pushed him back to his task.

"Always and forever, I have been and will be with you, to the end of your days, and beyond." he promised.

Charley felt so inspired by this, and so confident, that he sucked more briskly and Commander's passion rose to a hot, lusty fire that burned in his vitals and made him squirm about the same as before, so Charley was prepared and eagerly waiting for the bursts of the man's semen that he could now capture fresh from the man's cocktip.

"Hahhh, hahhh, hahhh, HAHHH, HAHHH, HAHHH, HAH, HAH, HAH HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!"

The come wads were indeed as rich and fulsome as before if not more so, and Charley caught eight jets of juicy jizz before they ended in a weak dribble. Charley's mouth was filled with the rich man-juice and now he was sure that Commander was done, he held still and gave a great swallow and all of the rich seed slid down his throat and into his young stomach in a rich, fluid flow that warmed him all the way down.

"Oh, oh oh, oh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Commander sighed. "That was wonderful, Charley, just wonderful, but now you are a child who needs his slumber, rest now, my wonderful friend and lover, and know that I shall always be here beside you and with you all the days now and to come."

Charlesy snuggled under the big man's strong arm and he slept deeply. When he awoke the next morning, all that lay next to him was the doll, but he knew, he knew, that Commander was there, just hiding so he could do everywhere with Charley.

He had his meal and got ready for school and as he walked out, he encountered the group of bullies once again. "There you are!" the lead bully said to him. "Now where were we?"

"We were going to take that stupid doll away from you, that's where!" the kid who had suggested it the day before said.

"Right, now give it to us!"

A loud puff of smoke and suddenly the Commander was standing before the pack of boys in his full gear, and his face was dangerously in a snarl. "You won't hurt this boy!" He told them. "Not now and not ever! Now get out of here!"

The boys, cowed and frightened, turned and raced away at top speed. Commander vanished in a whispering of fading smoke and was a doll again in Charley's arms.

"Thank you so much, Commander," Charley said, hugging the doll. "I'm so lucky to have you. Now and always."

Charley kept the doll all the way through his many years of school and into college, and didn't care who laughed at him. He paid to have a dorm room to himself, and if there were ever noises coming from his room at night that said there was more than one person in that room, well, nobody ever saw anyone in there but Charley.