Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 14:15:19 -0700
From: Micah Allen <coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: At Charlie's House chapter 3

Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between two teenage boys, with
mentions of sex between a young boy and his father. This story is a work of
fiction. Please contact me at coqkilla@hotmail.com, or follow me on twitter
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I apologize it's been so long since the last chapter. I recently started a
full time job, so I haven't had much time to write. This chapter is
centered on Ryan/Charlie. More Jake (dad) in the next one!

AT CHARLIE'S HOUSE: CHAPTER 3
by Micah Allen

When I woke up, Charlie was gone. It took me a few moments to gather my
thoughts and realize that everything I'd witnessed the night prior had not
been a result of some kind of wet dream. I really did watch Charlie's dad
fuck him in the butt. I really jerked off in Charlie's bed with Charlie
awake right next to me, and he really used his white briefs to mop up my
cum.

I got out of bed and looked at the clock. It was just after 8, so it was
still early, but Charlie was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't rare for us to
sleep in really late on summer days, but perhaps the excitement had kept me
from sleeping in. I got dressed and headed downstairs to find Charlie's mom
in the kitchen, sipping coffee.

"You're up early!" she said to me with a smile. I smiled back. "Charlie and
his dad went to go chop wood. They'll be back in a few hours." I thanked
her for the intel. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and headed to the
basement to wait for Charlie. I briefly considered going out into the woods
near their house to find them, but I played video games instead. My mind
ran through the possibilities of what they might actually be doing out
there.

A few hours later, just as I was considering taking a nap on the basement
couch, Charlie walked down the stairs. "Hey bro," he said with a smile. He
flopped down on the couch next to me. I stared at him a bit too
awkwardly. "You been chopping wood?" I asked.

"Yeah, I stink," he said, smelling his own armpit. "I should take a
shower," he added, though he didn't get up to move. Chopping wood, huh? I
held back a smile. Charlie's dark brown, tussled hair made it obvious he
had been doing some kind of physically demanding job.

Suddenly I was looking at Charlie in a different way. He really was a good
looking boy, a spitting image of his father. He had the slightest bit of
baby fat still, but he was starting to shape up after a few years of
helping his dad around their property. Like me, Charlie was also into
sports. I could tell his arms and legs were getting more and more
defined. "Chopping wood" probably wasn't hurting him any, either. An image
of Charlie's round butt bouncing as his dad fucked him entered my mind and
I could feel something rising in my shorts. I casually grabbed hold of my
cloth-covered bulge, though Charlie didn't seem to notice.

"Whataya wanna do today?" he asked me. I thought for a few minutes.

"I dunno, let's go outside," I said. Charlie sighed briefly, but didn't
argue. I could tell he was a bit tired from working all morning, but I
wanted to go somewhere where Charlie's parents wouldn't be around. I
thought maybe I could somehow bring up what I'd seen between Charlie and
his dad, but I didn't want to risk someone overhearing, especially
Charlie's mom.

We walked outside aimlessly for a bit. It had been raining that morning, so
the ground in the woods was soft and wet. Their house was in a really rural
area on the outskirts of town, so there was plenty of room to roam without
being seen by anyone. After years of playing here with Charlie, I knew the
area very well, and I casually lead us deeper into the wooded area.

"So, about last night," I said suddenly after a while of silence. Charlie
was looking to the ground as we walked. "Uhhh..." I mumbled. I didn't
really know how to continue.

"Yeah man, sorry about that..." he said softly. "I hope I didn't freak you
out. I was tired and I didn't have any tissues in my room so I cleaned up
your...mess...for you," he said. He seemed apologetic in the way he was
talking. I felt a little bit bad.

"No, I was gonna apologize," I said. "I jacked off with you right
there. Wasn't that kinda weird?"

"Not really," he said. "I mean, I didn't care." I thought on that as we
walked in silence. I mean, obviously he was probably used to that kind of
thing with his dad. But from me? This was all so weird to me. I suddenly
stopped walking and turned to my friend.

"Charlie, I saw you guys," I blurted out. "I saw you and your dad, ya
know...doing stuff."

"Oh," he said, kinda emotionless. He wasn't looking at me. "Are you
gonna...tell someone?" he asked.

"Do you want me to?"

"No," he said. "I don't dad to get in trouble."

"Then I won't," I said. This was so awkward! I didn't really know what to
say, so I started walking again. Charlie followed along next to me,
wordlessly. Eventually came to a small creek with a log resting alongside
it. The log was big and hollow, so we were used to playing inside it. I
leaned against it, thinking. Charlie did the same. I wanted to tell him
that I enjoyed what I had seen, but I didn't really know how Charlie felt
about the situation. Maybe he hated what he was doing with his dad; maybe
he loved it. I wanted him to trust me enough to tell me how he felt, but I
didn't know how to ask.

"Whatcha thinking about?" I asked.

"Um, lots of stuff," he responded.

"Like...?"

"You seeing me and my dad...do you hate me now?" he asked. There was
something really sad about the way he looked at me.

"No, Charlie!" I yelled, maybe a bit too loudly. "I could never hate you!
Why would you think that?"

"I dunno!" he responded. "What did you think when you saw us?"

"I dunno. At first I was really freaked out. I never expected to see that,"
I said. "But then I couldn't stop thinking about it. I just wanted to make
sure you were okay, bro." I punched his arm affectionately, letting him
know I wasn't upset with him. He looked a bit relieved.

"Yeah, I'm okay, man," he said happily. "Don't worry about me, just glad
you don't hate me now." He seemed to think for a minute. "Oh, I get
it...that's why you, uh, jerked off in my bed last night."

"Yeah..." I said. "Does that make me a perv?"

"Um, yeah!" he shouted. We both looked at each other and laughed. Truth be
told I was a bit embarrassed that he had put that together, but glad that
it didn't seem to freak him out or anything.

"So, do you like doing it?" I asked. "Ya know, doing sex stuff with your
dad?"

"Sometimes," he said, suddenly looking to the ground. "At first I hated
it. But it's not really so bad. Sometimes it feels really good. Other times
I just don't feel like doing it, but I have to anyway."

"It looked like you enjoyed it last night," I said.

"Yeah, I guess I did. But I also wanted to go back to you, cuz I didn't
want you to notice I was gone."

"How long have you guys been doing it?"

"Since I was eight," he said. He seemed to think on that for a
second. "Well, he didn't put his...thing in me til I was like 10 or 11. But
we did other stuff."

"How did it start?" I asked. I was blown away by these details, but I felt
like I had to know the whole story.

"Uh, I got in trouble once," Charlie started. "A lot of trouble. My dad was
spanking me for a really long time. I cried a lot. After he was done, he
turned me over and started playing with my dick. He did that for a long
time, but nothing else. He told me not to tell anyone, or I'd be in even
more trouble. The next time I got in trouble, he spanked me again, and
started playing with my dick again. That time he told me he'd stop spanking
me and we could do something else, but I had to promise I wouldn't tell
anyone, ever."

I was listening intently; hanging onto Charlie's every word. My dick was
fully erect in my shorts. "He made me play with his dick. It was so weird
at first. He made me jack him off for a while and then he'd jack himself
off. That's when I first learned what cum was. That happened a lot, I'd get
in trouble and he'd spank me, and that'd lead into our "game" as he called
it. Eventually he made me suck him, too, and he'd cum on my face. It just
kinda kept going on and on," Charlie said.

"We started doing it at night, most nights, even when I wasn't in
trouble. I hated it most of the time, but I did like it when he'd play with
my dick. The first time I actually made cum, even though it was only a
little bit, he said we'd start doing more. The first time he put his dick
up my butt, it hurt so bad, I screamed. But he did it anything. It doesn't
really hurt now, most of the time. Sometimes it even makes me cum really
hard, it's kinda weird but it's true..." he said.

I was speechless. I didn't expect him to tell me all of this, but I was
glad he did. I could feel my dick turning over in my underwear, I was so
hard. I couldn't help myself, so I reached down and grabbed my aching bulge
again. I felt Charlie's eyes drop down to my crotch area. I slowly rubbed
myself through my basketball shorts.

"I can't believe all that, man," I managed to say. "That's just...crazy."

Suddenly Charlie reached over and grabbed my cock through my shorts. I
stared at his hand as I dropped my own to my sides. I wasn't gonna stop
him. He rubbed slowly, before grabbing it full on and sorta jacking it. It
felt so good, even with my shorts still on. I couldn't take it anymore
though, so I slipped my shorts and underwear down my legs. Charlie stepped
directly in front of me as my cock bounced out of my underwear. He grabbed
my dick firmly, and began to slowly jack me off.

A moan escaped my lips as I watched Charlie work my dick. I knew I wasn't
going to last too long, but he was driving me crazy with his slow
strokes. I looked up into his eyes, pleadingly. Charlie smirked. I wanted
to deck him, but I was far too horny to do anything but breathe
heavily. His other hand crept up my leg and to my balls, and he started
pulling on my balls. "My dad really likes this," he said quietly. I wanted
to cum right there.

Suddenly, his other hand started stroking my dick faster. I was breathing
harder and harder. I leaned back against the giant log, the same one we
played on as kids, and I gripped Charlie's hips to steady myself a
bit. This pulled him in closer to me, to the point where he was sorta
straddling my legs as he worked my dick. I couldn't take it anymore. I
moaned loudly, and leaned forward just enough to blow my load all over my
best friend's crotch.

My knees were weak. Charlie continued rubbing my dick, which was suddenly
so sensitive that I had to pull it away from him. "Wow!" was all I could
say. Charlie leaned against the log next to me, leaving me to pull up my
shorts and underwear. "Thanks," man," I said. I didn't really have any
other words.

"No prob Ryan," Charlie said, laughing slightly. "Anything for a friend." I
hoped I'd get the chance to test that theory. Charlie looked down at his
own shorts. I could see he was tenting in them, slightly. "Hope my dad
doesn't notice that," he said, pointing to the huge splatter of semen all
over the front of them. Somehow I figured his dad wouldn't mind.