Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 17:12:52 -0700
From: Micah Allen <coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: At Charlie's house chapter 4

Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between a father and his young
son. This story is a work of fiction. Please contact me at
coqkilla@hotmail.com, or follow me on twitter @Coqkilla. I'd love to hear
what you think! Always open to new ideas, too.

Also, please consider donating to Nifty!

-

Been awhile since chapter 3. A long while, actually. I've been working on
this for a bit, along with a new chapter to "Alone With Kyle," so watch for
that as well!

AT CHARLIE'S HOUSE: CHAPTER 4
by Micah Allen

It had been a few weeks since I'd last spent the night at Charlie's
house. My mom had complained about me spending so much time over there, so
she squashed any attempt I made to do so. It was starting to really piss me
off, and I couldn't get the image of my best bud getting ass-fucked by his
father out of my head. I'd seen Charlie a few times over the past few
weeks, but we made no mention of the stuff I'd witnessed, or Charlie
jerking me off in the woods. I think we both felt too awkward to bring it
up. I figured nothing would come up again until I was actually spending the
night.

Thank god, though, that my mom was finally letting up. There was only one
more month before the end of summer, and I think my mom was getting sick of
me reminding her of that fact. I wanted to spend as much time at Charlie's
as I could before break was over, so I was especially pleased when I
received permission to spend a whole three-day weekend at his house. The
feeling of excitement in my stomach (and in my groin) kept building until I
was finally there.

We spent most of our Friday afternoon doing the usual: movies and video
games, mostly. Charlie's dad had recently bought a brand new PS4 for their
basement, and we spent a lot of time on it even though they only had one
game for it. We had a good time, but I was happy when bedtime came. While
normally I love staying up late, I was pretty adamant that we go to bed at
a semi-decent hour. I was a bit worried since I hadn't seen Charlie's dad,
Jake, at all; Charlie had told me he was around, though.

It was super late when Charlie's door cracked open. I think I had actually
fallen asleep here and there, but excitement kept my senses
strong. "Charlie," a voice said softly. Charlie was awake by this point as
well, most likely expecting the call to attention. The bed squeaked rather
loudly as Charlie plodded off of it and out the door. My dick was already
rock-hard.

I stealthily followed Charlie and his dad down into the basement, careful
to avoid detection. I figured Charlie might be expecting me to follow since
he knew I'd seen their sex acts in the past, but I couldn't let Jake know
what I knew. One slip and I'd be dead, for sure! The lights in the basement
were off, but I saw the bathroom door was creaked open again. I was lucky
the a shoddy craftsman had prevented the door from shutting completely,
otherwise I'd have been shit out of luck!

I approached the door and carefully peaked inside. Jake was washing his
face at the sink while Charlie was sitting on the toilet seat, yawning. I
could see the grogginess in his eyes. They were speaking softly, though it
took a moment for my ears to adjust to their volume.

"Buddy, don't be worried," I heard Jake say to his son. "Your mom and I are
trying to work through our problems. Everything's gonna be okay."

"Really dad," Charlie said. "You guys both seem so depressed, and you fight
whenever you're around each other."

"Relationships are complicated," Jake said, rinsing his hands off in the
sink. "Women are hard to keep happy. These things take time, Charlie."

"I don't even see you much during the day anymore cuz you're always in your
office," Charlie said. My heart hurt for him a little.

"That's why our night games are so important, buddy," Jake said. His voice
changed when he said this. It became lower, almost growly, and it turned me
on. Charlie looked a little defeated. "Come here kiddo," Jake said, drying
his hands on a towel.

Charlie stood up and walked to his dad, who promptly grabbed him and pushed
him up against the bathroom sink. I watched breathlessly as Jake wrapped
his arms around his son's abdomen, drawing him in close. "Stick your tongue
out," Jake said, and Charlie complied. Jake leaned in and licked his son's
tongue with his own, very softly. He started letting his own tongue twirl
around Charlie's. I was leaking in my shorts at this point, so I reached
down and slowly stroked my cock. Jake then sucked Charlie's tongue into his
mouth, and their lips touched. I couldn't believe how erotic it was to
watch Charlie getting French-kissed by his own dad. It was wicked. Jake's
tongue disappeared into his son's mouth multiple times, and I could see a
thin stream of saliva between them whenever he pulled away slightly.

As the epically hot duo made out, Jake's hands drifted down to the growing
bulge in his son's soccer shorts. He rub his son's crotch briefly before
slipping his hand up inside the opening of his shorts. Charlie moaned
abruptly as his dad's hand gripped his very stiff dick. Jake stroked his
son slowly. "Like that?" Jake asked, casually. Charlie nodded.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" Charlie asked.

"You want me to?" Jake asked.

"Not really," Charlie responded. "I mean, my friend's here..." Jake gripped
his son's cock tighter.

"Why the fuck does that matter?" Jake asked bluntly. Charlie hesitated. I
could see him thinking of an excuse. I was so hopeful he wouldn't tell his
dad about all the things I'd seen.

"He just...might end up looking for me," Charlie said. "If he notices I'm
gone or something." Good save, I thought.

"Hmm," Jakes said, smiling. "Whatever you say, champ." Swiftly, he lifted
his son up so he was sitting on top of the sink, pushed Charlie back so he
was resting against the bathroom mirror, and yanked his shorts off, all in
one go. Charlie was now dressed only in his white cotton briefs. I was so
boned looking at him exposed like that. I probably should have felt bad
about Jake's dad taking advantage of him like this, but my own selfish
horniness overpowered my conscience. I gently rubbed my balls, jerking
myself slowly as I watched the scene in front of me. Fuck my conscience!
This was hot!

Jake kneeled down in front of his son, and pressed his face into Charlie's
crotch. I watched as he inhaled deeply. I knew the scent of teen boy body
odor well, both my own and my best friend's. I wished I could smell it
then, too. Jake was clearly savoring the moment as he sniffed up and down
his son's cotton-covered cock. He then lightly began licking up and down
it, slowly teasing his son. He looked up into Charlie's face as he did
this, though Charlie's eyes were shut tight. I could see a longing in
Charlie's face. He was probably wishing his dad would stuff his teen cock
into his mouth and get on with it!

Instead, Jake lifted Charlie's legs over his shoulders and slowly made his
way downward. He continued sniffing and licking until he was completely
buried in Charlie's butt. I watched as Jake thrust his tongue forward,
almost as if he was trying to break through the material. I couldn't decide
which of these two hot dudes I wanted to be right now. "Your underwear
smells too much like laundry detergent," Jake said.

"They're clean," Charlie assured him. "I just put them on before bed."

"That's the problem. Wear these for a few days," he ordered his
son. Charlie said nothing. Jake inhaled again before reaching to pull his
son's briefs off. Charlie beat him and grabbed onto his briefs, preventing
his father from accomplishing his mission. Jake glared at his son. "Boy,
you let go. Right now." Charlie reluctantly complied. "I am your father,
and you will do as I say, you got me?" Jake asked. Charlie nodded, staring
into space.

Jake yanked the briefs off his son, hard. He then shoved two of his fingers
up into his son's ass. Charlie yelped loudly. "Ow!!" he howled, reaching
down to stop his father's invasion. "Stop! Please!" Jake ignored him, and
while he finger-fucked his son with one hand, he held Charlie's wrists
aside with his other.

"You do not ever disobey me," Jake said sternly. "I love you son, but you
do not tell me what to do." Jake retracted his fingers from his son's
butthole and stood up. I watched as he lifted his shirt over his head,
exposing his hard muscles. My mouth watered looking at his strong, lightly
hairy body. He shoved the front of his pajama bottoms down, letting loose
his massive dick. I was in awe as Jake spit into his palm and rubbed it all
over his big boner, I was jacking myself furiously at this point. I had to
stop myself from cumming too soon, just as Jake shoved his cock deep into
his son's butthole. Charlie started to scream from the pain, but Jake
wrapped his giant muscular arm around his son's neck, burying his face into
his armpit.

"You said you weren't gonna fuck me tonight!" Charlie shouted, though it
was rather muffled. He was so pissed, but his dad and I were both so very
boned up. "I'm sorry I disobeyed. Please let me go back to bed! I'll suck
your dick instead!"

"I wasn't going to until you gave me attitude," Jake said. He stood still,
letting his cock adjust inside his son's ass "I haven't fucked you in a
week or two, and I really need it tonight. And besides, your pussy is so
much tighter than your mom's. So be a good boy and take daddy's dick, okay
baby?"

Something about the way Jake said all of this seemed to make Charlie calm
down a bit. Jake kissed the top of his son's head, then slowly started
moving his dick inside Charlie's ass. He pushed Charlie backward just a bit
so he could kiss him on the mouth. Their tongues met for another minute or
two before Charlie leaned back, resting against the mirror once
again. "Keep your legs wrapped around my waist so I can drill you," Jake
said. Charlie complied, keeping his legs tight. Jake then began to make
long thrusts into his son's ass, or "pussy" as he called it.

I had to stifle a moan from my own mouth as I watched them. Jake began
picking up speed, fucking his son faster and faster. The mirror started to
wobble rapidly as Jake fucked his son. Bottles and soap dishes near the
sink were clinking together sharply as the counter shook from the
action. Both guys were breathing heavily. Occasionally Jake pull almost all
the way out and make these quick little bunny-like humps with the tip of
his cock before shoving all the way deep into his son. Charlie moaned
loudly whenever this happened. Jake's dick was so big, and Charlie's ass
was so much smaller in comparison that I couldn't believe he was able to
take something so big.

Jake started frenching his son again, picking up speed. "You like daddy's
cock?" Jake moaned into his son's face. "You want me to fuck you again
tomorrow?"

"No, dad, it hurts!" Charlie cringed. "I need lube!"

"Fuck, but your dick is so hard, I can feel it against my stomach," Jake
said. He let out a small laugh as he continued pummeling his son's ass. "So
much tighter than your mom's pussy." Charlie seemed to wince at that
comment, but my cock felt like it was gonna explode any minute!

"I'm gonna cum, baby," Jake moaned loudly. "Gonna cum all over you." He
rapid-fucked Charlie for a few more seconds and then pulled out abruptly,
aiming his big cock at his son's boner. Cum exploded out of his cock,
spurting all over Charlie's chest, stomach, and crotch. I bit down on shirt
collar, stifling my own moan as I came all over the floor in front of
me. If I'd had any sense, I would have cum inside my underwear so there
wouldn't be a mess, but I was way too fucking caught up in the moment!

Jake just about collapsed onto his son. They were both breathing
heavily. So was I, but I was careful not to let them hear me. Jake then
stood back up, letting his softening cock rest against his son's
legs. Charlie's dick was still sticking straight up like a rocket. I
watched in silence as Jake pulled his pajama pants up, sticking his semi
back into his underwear. He then picked Charlie's white briefs up off the
floor, and pulled them up his son's legs. "Stand," he told his son. Charlie
struggled a moment to regain his balance, but he obeyed and stood. Jake
pulled his son's briefs all the way up and over his cock and ass. He then
grabbed the boy's shorts and did the same. Charlie's boner was still
obvious.  Jake reached down and briefly grabbed Charlie's dick. "No cumming
until further notice," he said. Charlie's eyes widened.

"But dad, I-"

"Do NOT argue. This is your punishment. Nobody besides me even touches your
cock, and that means you, understand?" Charlie nodded slowly, staring down
at his cock. "No changing your underwear, either. I like the way they smell
when you sweat in them. Play hard with your friend tomorrow and I'll be
good to you tomorrow night."

I couldn't believe my ears. THIS was apparently how boys are punished in
Charlie's house. I was insanely jealous, though a little creeped out at the
same time, not gonna lie.

I watched as the two began to clean up. I didn't want to get caught, and I
was pretty damn lucky that I hadn't already. I was about to walk away and
start up the stairs, when something in the bathroom mirror caught my
eye. My heart sank. I almost threw up. I was gonna die, I knew it.

In the reflection of the mirror, I could see a camera on a tripod in the
corner of the room, and it was pointing straight to the bathroom door via
the mirror's reflection. It was looking right at me. A red light was on,
indicating it had been filming the entire time. I was pretty sure I had
just become a part of Jake's home movies.