Date: Wed, 11 May 2016 00:54:07 +0000
From: Micah Allen <Coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: At Charlie's House (chapter 11)

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AT CHARLIE'S HOUSE: CHAPTER 11
by Micah Allen

I had barely said two words to Jake before he had his cock shoved up my
ass. This was the second time this week that this had happened, and I knew
what to expect. Hell, I had practically baited the fucker into it by
showing up to his house un-showered with my football gear still on. He had
simply given me a sly smile, walked me partway out onto his property and
bent me harshly over a log – the same log Charlie and I had often played
around as kids. Before I knew it he had my football pants down and his big,
hard dick solidly up inside my asshole.

"Fuck Ry, I've been needing this all day," Jake whispered as he shoved his
dick deep inside me. I gritted my teeth, trying my best to open up for his
huge piece. My cock was swollen and sticky inside the pouch of my
jockstrap, rubbing up against the heavy log. "You've been dreaming of
daddy's dick too, right?"

"Fuck yeah, daddy, fuck me hard," I pleaded. I pushed my ass back a bit to
meet Jake's rhythm. My kind act was met with a hard slap on my ass. "Yess,"
I barked. "Spank me hard." I could practically feel Jake melt behind me; I
was getting good at this, and we both knew it.

"Fuck yeah, buddy," he said. He started rabbit-fucking me, holding my waist
with an iron grip as he drove into me. The bark of the log felt harsh and
abrasive against my skin, but it paled in comparison to the feeling of
Jake's tiger-like fucking. He was like a machine, and I moaned softly and
pleadingly as he used me. I'd needed this too, actually – I hadn't
willingly cum in two weeks and it hadn't helped that Jake had been snapping
me pics of his muscled body and hard cock all throughout the school day. I
just about came in my jeans during math class after he had sent me a text
telling me how much wood still needed chopped before winter.

I knew Jake wouldn't take his time today. Football practice ran into the
late afternoon and the days were already starting to get a bit
shorter. Plus we actually had to, y'know, chop some actual wood while we
were out on his property, especially since Charlie hadn't been around at
all to help his father out with the chore.

"Here it comes, baby," Jake moaned, slamming deep inside me with slow, hard
thrusts. "Take all of daddy's cum."

I could feel Jake's heated body quiver a bit as he gave one last thrust
into my butt, letting his load out deep inside me. My own swollen cock
seemed like it might explode all on its own, but somehow I had managed to
avoid breaking Jake's rule of not cumming. Despite the fact that I had
already had several wet dreams in recent weeks, I was determined to obey
Jake's wishes as best I could. I knew it was just some stupid, kinky
power-trip he had over me, but I enjoyed the feeling of pleasing him, as
painful and difficult as it was.

Jake breathed heavily as he leaned against me for a moment, his sweaty head
resting against the back of my own. He licked some sweat off of my neck
before standing up and pulling up his jeans. I felt a bit disappointed when
I heard the sound of his zipper.

"Jake, um," I stammered as I stood up, my legs a bit weak from being fucked
over a log. I turned toward him and pointed down toward the giant mound in
my jockstrap. He chuckled.

"Looks fucking hot, Ry," he said slyly. "And big. You're really growing, my
man." He reached out and rubbed the front of my jock. I shuddered, pushing
my groin out toward his hand. He pulled away.

"Please?" I pleaded.

"Fuck, you're cute when you beg," Jake said. "Alright. You've been a good
boy, Ry. Real good. Next time we're together, bud."

"I can cum?"

"Yep," he said with a big grin. "I'll make you fucking cum."

I changed into some regular clothes I had in my bag just so my parents
wouldn't get suspicious about why I had worn my uniform over to Jake's
house. We worked for about an hour before the sun started to set and Jake
had to take me home.

When we pulled up to the front of my house, Jake again put his hand on my
thigh. "Wear your jock to bed tonight," he said coolly. "Don't shower. I
like you all dirty."

I gave him a puzzled look but he just winked at me.

--

At around 11:00, I got a text from Jake. "Which window is urs??" it
read. "Left corner" I wrote back. I was suddenly extremely nervous. He
wouldn't dare come to my house, right? That was a bold move even for
someone as bold as Jake. Fucking on his private property was one thing, and
even that was risky, but if he got caught in my house, it'd be the end of
both of us - especially Jake. I knew my parents had already headed to bed,
but both were likely still awake in their room.

My cock twitched as the minutes on my alarm clock ticked away. After about
twenty had passed, I heard a faint knock on my window. My heart was
practically beating out of my chest as I went to open it. Though it was
pretty dark outside, the street lamps shed just enough light so that I
could make out Jake's perfectly cut frame.

"Hey," he said lowly.

"Fuck, hold on," I said. I did my best to quietly get the screen off of the
window. It was a pain in the ass to do it in the dark, but I managed to get
it off and let him inside. I shut the window behind him and closed the
blinds.

"You got a nightlight or something?" he asked quietly. I didn't, but I had
a small desk lamp that wasn't very bright so I turned that on instead. I
hoped he didn't notice that it had the Tasmanian Devil painted on it – a
fucking kid's cartoon.

"Fuckin' sexy boy," Jake whistled, eyeing me up and down. It was then that
I remembered I was clad only in my football jock. I suddenly felt
self-conscious. Normally, being around another dude wouldn't have made me
feel that way, but obviously things had changed. "Your door locked?" he
asked. I gave an affirmative nod.

"What are you doing here?" I asked nervously, the scope of the situation
continuing to seep in.

"I was out for a night run," he said. I did a double take as he spoke,
realizing he himself was only wearing a tight pair of skimpy athletic
shorts, his arms, legs, and cut chest glistening with sweat. "Slutty,
right?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Fuck," was all I could get out. He laughed lowly.

"Don't you want me to fuck you, Ryan?" he said. There was an edge to his
voice that made me quiver.

"Yes," I squeaked out obediently. He beckoned me over to him and I
obeyed. He reached his hand up and pinched one of my nipples, rubbing it
gently until it hardened. He leaned in and gave my other nipple a few licks
before taking it between his teeth. His other hand reached down to gently
fondle my package. My cock was already as hard as could be. Jake then
lifted my arm up over my head and planted his face up inside my armpit,
deeply breathing in the scent of my body odor.

"Sweaty, hairy pit," he said as he exhaled. "You're becoming more of a man
every day, Ry. Smell mine." He lifted his arm up and I dove in, quickly
breathing in his manly scent. His damp pits were musky and hot, and I
couldn't believe how much I enjoyed taking it in. "Wanna smell something
better?" he asked. I nodded.

I stood back to give him some room as Jake lifted his legs up slightly,
pulling his shorts off of his tree trunk thighs. I was amazed to see that
he too was wearing a jock strap – a black one, contrasting with my own
white one. It was fucking hot. "Smell that?" he said. "It's my sweaty ass,
Ry. Hot from running and working all day. Do you like it?"

I could only nod as I took in the scent. The salty, musky air was strong
and odorous. There was a faint smell of Jake's deodorant in the mix,
too. It was a powerful scent, but a good one. My dick throbbed.

"I got so fucking lucky meeting you, Ry," Jake said. He leaned back onto
the bed and pulled his legs up all the way, showing me the crevice of his
muscled ass. "Charlie had to learn to love this, but you have it built into
you. You were born with it. Now eat my fucking ass."

He didn't have to ask twice. I leaned down and hungrily shoved my face
right into Jake's crack. I breathed in the intoxicating scent. Just a few
months ago this would have grossed me the fuck out, but now it seemed like
my body thrived on it. I was a puppet, and Jake was the puppeteer. I shoved
my tongue deep into his hole. His muscled ass was simply too big for me and
but I shoved it as deep as I could, pretending that I'd done it a million
times before. Jake moaned rather loudly but I disregarded it. I should have
been worried about waking my parents up but instead I was proud to be
pleasuring this beast of a man.

"Yeah buddy," Jake said as I amateurishly rimmed his ass. "Lick the sweat
off my hole. Lick it up and down, then shove it in deep." He then used his
powerful legs to pull me deeper into his ass. I sucked, licked, and chewed
his asshole deep. It was tight, but I continued pushing my tongue in
regardless. "You've got me primed and ready, baby boy. It's too bad I'm not
a fag or I'd let you tap this ass hard."

Jake then pushed me off of him and sat up. He spun me around and sat me
down on his huge bulge. I could feel his big hard cock pulsing in his jock
as he ground my ass into him. "What would you do if your parents walked in
right now?" he whispered into my ear. "I'm defiling their son. Do you think
I should tell them I already took your fucking cherry?" He reached down and
pulled his cock out of his pouch, and I could feel the hot flesh of it
touching my hole. It felt rock solid.

"Jake," I moaned.

"What do you want, baby?"

"I want you to fuck me," I said lowly. "Please fuck my butt, daddy." He
wrapped his big sweaty arms around me and hugged me tight as he pulled me
down onto his cock. I grimaced as he sat me down onto it, vaguely aware
that the sticky cum from our earlier afternoon session was still hanging
out inside me. I wondered if he could feel it as I felt myself being
completely impaled on his staff, his wiry pubes brushing against my cheeks.

"Ride me," he hissed. "Ride my cock, Ry." I braced myself on his thighs and
started to lift up and down on him. It was super awkward at first as I had
never done anything like that before. I could practically hear my football
coach shouting "use your core, Ryan!" as I tried to retain my pace, as it
was not unlike the squats we had to do at every practice. I could feel
Jake's big sweaty palm on my waist as I worked his cock.

"Your little ass looks so fucking amazing, Ry," Jake hissed. I took his
encouragement as motivation and worked his dick harder and faster. After a
bit my legs started to burn from the repeated motion and I had to pull
off. Jake took the opportunity to pull my jock strap off of my legs, giving
it a deep sniff before he threw me onto my back on the bed. He lifted my
legs up over his shoulders and entered me again. I groaned as I felt my ass
filling up with his monster dick. He began to steadily burst into my ass,
his sweaty thighs slapping against me, his balls bouncing off of that
sensitive spot between my balls and my asshole.

My small wooden twin bed was creaking beneath the weight and motion of this
grown man fucking me, and I was worried my parents would hear us, but
Jake's hot mouth suddenly covered mine before I had a chance to
complain. His tongue pushed roughly against mine, and he started
tongue-fucking my mouth as he simultaneously fucked my ass. He then grabbed
my hand and brought it up to his chest. "Play with my nips," he moaned into
my mouth. I punched his nipple hard as he fucked me, allowing my other hand
to reach down to the crack of his ass. It was sweaty and hot to the touch.

I grabbed the waistband of his jock for support as he continued drilling
me, while my continued rubbing Jake's nipples. He leaned in a bit, forcing
my hard-on to rub up against his steel abs. My mouth was ajar and my eyes
went to the back of my head as I felt his big cock pistoning against that
sensitive spot in my ass – my prostate, as I had come to find out from
Jake.

"Fuck," I moaned. "I'm gonna blow it, Jake." Suddenly he grabbed my dick
hard with his big hot hand and started jacking me in time with his
thrusts. I moaned even louder.

"Yeah baby, cum for daddy," he said rather loudly. "Let your parents hear
you cum." He gave a few more deep thrusts, sending me over the edge into
oblivion as I shot wad after wad onto my flat stomach. I heard myself
whimpering uncontrollably but I couldn't have stopped myself if I had
tried.

Suddenly there was a creaking noise outside my door, and a soft
knock. "Ryan, are you okay?" My dad's voice filled the air. Jake pulled his
cock out of me immediately. At first I thought he'd been startled, but
instead he stood over me, pointing his monster cock right at my face. The
smell of his pubes filled my nose. "Ryan?" Dad called again.

"I'm fine dad," I said, trying my best to act natural. Jake shoved his dick
in my mouth roughly and started fucking my throat. I choked loudly as I
tried to keep up with his pace.

"Are you sick?" Dad asked. I heard the doorknob turn, only to be followed
by the clicking sound of the lock.

"No," I said, my voice muffled by Jake's penis. "I'm fine, mfff,
dad. Really."

"Okay then," Dad responded. "You need to stop staying up late, Ryan." I
opened my mouth to respond, just as Jake pulled out and started shooting
his hot sticky cum all over my mouth and face. I caught some of it on my
tongue. "Love you, Ry," Dad said.

"Love you too Dad," I blurted out, Jake's cum splattered all over me. I
liked semen off of my lips as I listened to my dad's footsteps as he walked
away.

"Love you too, Ry," Jake said in a hushed tone. He beamed at me from
above. It was an evil smile, but I couldn't help but smile back. He took a
finger and wiped up some of his splooge from my face, then traced it down
my stomach, mixing it with the puddle of my own pent-up teen juice. He then
took the finger up to his mouth and sucked it.

--

I expected Jake to leave immediately after that. It was such a close call –
I knew he would have gone to jail if we'd been found out. But once again he
shocked me. After we had traded jocks (mine looking tight as hell on Jake,
his balls peeking out of the pouch), Jake pulled the covers over us and
just held me in my bed. It must have been quite a sight, Jake's beastly
body lying in a twin bed, one arm around my much smaller body.

"Have I fucked you up, Ry?" Jake asked softly. There was a tenderness to
his voice that I had never heard before. "Do you think I've fucked you up
as a person?"

"I don't think so," I said unconvincingly.

"You probably don't know what I mean yet. You're probably too young."

"No, I think I do," I said. At least, I was pretty sure I did. "All I know
is I like doing sex stuff with you, and I can't explain why."

"You're going through puberty," he said. "Your body is telling you what it
likes. Things are changing fast for you. Charlie was too young, though. I
think I fucked him up pretty bad."

"I don't think so," I responded.

"I miss him. I miss doing this shit with him. I know it's wrong and I know
I fucked up by starting this with him but I can't stop thinking about him,"
Jake said, reaching down to grip his bulge. "Having you around is helping,
Ry. Thank you." He leaned over and planted a kiss on my head. It was softer
and gentler than he'd ever been with me.

"I miss him too," I said. "He's my best friend and we don't even talk
anymore. Not since he got with Cassie."

"That little bitch," he said, letting out a quiet laugh. We lay in silence
for a few minutes.

"My birthday is in just a few weeks," I blurted out. "What if he doesn't
want to come?" Jake stared at me for a few seconds before allowing a smile
creep onto his face. I could tell his brain was working something out.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Jake said with a menacing grin. "I'll make
sure he cums."


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