Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2014 21:23:32 -0700
From: Micah Allen <coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: At Charlie's House Chapter 5

Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between a father and his young
son. This story is a work of fiction. Please contact me at
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AT CHARLIE'S HOUSE: CHAPTER 5
by Micah Allen

Early the next morning, Charlie began to stir in his bed and it woke me up
instantly. I had no idea how long I'd actually slept the night before. I
knew it had taken me forever to fall asleep, as I couldn't stop thinking
about that damn video camera. How would Jake react once he noticed me
peeping in on his "fun time" with his son? I could only hope that I was
well covered enough in the shadows and that he wouldn't see me at all. I
had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach just thinking about it.

Charlie rose out of bed trying not to wake me, clad only in his white
briefs. I pretended to be asleep, but kept one eye open on him. I began to
chub up a bit staring at his tight little ass as he went to his dresser and
pulled out some fresh clothes for the day. He gripped his white briefs
momentarily, but hesitated. I remembered what his dad had said about not
changing his underwear. Charlie reconsidered and left his briefs on. He
threw on a white wife beater, a pair of navy blue soccer shorts and left
the room.

I lay in bed for a while, half-heartedly stroking my hard cock through my
own underwear. I reached over and grabbed Charlie's pillow and brought it
over to my face, inhaling his scent. I could smell his brightly-scented
shampoo. It made me harder. I couldn't believe how attracted I had become
to my best friend. Even though I felt bad about it due to Charlie's
protesting, I couldn't help but notice how well Charlie could take his
dad's cock. Charlie had a nice, tight little bod that had really come into
form just in the last year alone. He had a solid chest and a firm
frame. Puberty and sports were doing wonders for him. The fact that we had
both began to spout hair in some of the same areas of our bodies was not
lost on me.

Jake was quite the looker, too. Never in a million years would I have
imagined that I'd be fawning over my best friend's dad. He was younger than
my dad, and he oozed masculinity. He kept his body tight and healthy. I
knew he ran marathons and stuff, but I never knew he was hiding such an
amazing body underneath his clothes. He also had some pretty nifty tattoos,
and I really wanted to get a close look at them someday.

I jerked myself ferociously in Charlie's bed. Images of Jake ramming his
big dick into his teen son's asshole were racing through my mind. Their
sweaty bodies melding into one, their tongues intertwining. When I came, it
went straight up into the air and landed all over my body. Almost
immediately afterward, the fear of Jake seeing me in his home video settled
in again. I wiped my cum with Charlie's pillow and got dressed.

When I went out into the hall, I heard several voices coming from
downstairs in the kitchen. I peaked down to see who was there. I could see
Charlie standing at the counter making something for breakfast. Jake was
there too, wearing nothing but a pair of running shorts. The bright
sunlight from the kitchen window made the sweat all over his body glisten.

Jake's wife, Alison, was also there. She was sitting on a barstool,
chatting somewhat angrily on her cell phone. After about a moment, she
stood and walked swiftly out of the room, yelling at the person on the
other end. In almost the blink of an eye, Jake was standing behind his
son. He urgently pushed Charlie down over his cereal bowl, licked his
fingers quickly, then shoved his hand down the back of Charlie's blue
shorts. His hand was moving swiftly inside Charlie's shorts, and I realized
he was finger-fucking his son. Charlie started to whimper, and Jake
aggressively covered his son's mouth with his hand. My hard-on had returned
instantly as I watched Jake urgently fingerbang his son in their beautiful
kitchen. Alison walked into the room, staring down at her cell, and Jake
and Charlie instantly parted.

I walked down into the kitchen and said good morning to everyone. It was
very casual, though I couldn't keep my eyes off of Jake. He didn't act
unusual toward me, though I wondered if he could see my boner through my
jeans.

Charlie and I spent most of the day outside in the hot sun. He kept
encouraging me to run around with him, playing "war" with our nerf guns. We
thought they were rather lame and childish, but they were the best we had
for such a game (we both wished we could get paintball guns!). We played
hard, and I knew Charlie was doing this on purpose. I imagined he must have
been sweating a lot in his white briefs. I knew I was sweating in my jeans.

After a few hours, we went inside. Jake was in the kitchen, making a
sandwich this time. Alison was nowhere to be seen. "Where's mom?" Charlie
asked.

"Out," Jake said. I could hear something weird in his voice.

"Another fight?" Charlie asked. Jake said nothing. Actually, he didn't
sound angry to me. It sounded like something else, and I got a little
worried. "Let's go play GTA," Charlie said, walking toward the basement. I
hesitated for a sec.

"I'm gonna grab my iPod from my bag," I said. My bag was upstairs. I wasn't
sure why I said this, as I didn't really care about getting my iPod, but
Charlie nodded and I went up and grabbed it anyway.

When I came back downstairs and started to walk through the kitchen, Jake
was watching me. "I saw you," he said. I stopped in my tracks and my heart
sank. I knew it.

"Saw what?" I asked, playing dumb.

"I saw you last night. You were in my movie," he said. He was
expressionless, and I could not read him at all.

"I..." I said, trembling. I couldn't get any words out. What could I even
say? Jake walked over to me slowly.

"It was dark, but you're there, in my video. I can see your hand moving,
right there," he said, pointing to my crotch. I looked down and realized my
dick was hard in my pants, like usual. A dead giveaway of my feelings on
the subject. He finally stopped moving, his bulky, masculine frame towering
over my teen size. "You like dick?" he asked. His face was centimeters from
my own. I could feel his hot breath. I couldn't say anything at all, so I
shrugged.

"Uh huh," he said questioningly. How was I going to get out of this? Did I
want to? "I can't touch you, ya know," he said.

"Why?" I whispered. The word felt like a betrayal to myself. I was shocked
I had said it. Jake smirked.

"I knew you'd ask me that," he said. His tone was somewhat mocking. He was
enjoying this torment. "I can't betray my wife like that."

"Your...what?" I asked. Confusion must have spread across my face. What the
fuck was he talking about? "But you're...you're already..."

"Fucking my son? She knows I'm having an affair, I told her that as soon as
it began. But she doesn't know who the other person is, and she doesn't
want to know. I'm allowed only one." I was beyond confused. "It's none of
your business anyway, little man."

"I'm sorry," I said, looking down at my feet. "I didn't mean to-"

"Tonight. After Alison is asleep," Jake said. Could this get any more
confusing?

"What's tonight?" I asked. Jake just laughed and walked away. I was beyond
confused. Things had just gotten so much more complicated than I expected.

I went downstairs and played video games with Charlie for the rest of the
night. "What took you so long?" he had asked me. I told him I had misplaced
my iPod and that it had taken me a while to find it. He bought the excuse.

The "friend" in me said to warn Charlie about what had happened, but I
couldn't do it. I was too curious about what the night would bring. I was
selfish.


We went to bed around midnight, both of us clad in our white
underwear. Neither of us showered. I could smell Charlie next to me, and it
was hot as fuck. He smelled like a sweaty teen boy, not gross or
disgusting, but masculine and sexy. I was familiar with the scent of my own
crotch after a heavy gym session or practice, but his scent was one I knew
only in passing. I loved it.

I couldn't sleep for the longest time, as I was waiting for something to
happen. I knew Jake would come for Charlie, that much I was sure about, but
I didn't know where I fit into this since Jake essentially said I could not
be involved. I knew Charlie wasn't sleeping, either.

At around two in the morning, the door slowly opened. I watched as a
shadowy figure entered the room, shutting the door behind himself. He
didn't speak, which I found odd. Charlie quietly sat up, prepared to get
out of bed and follow his dad out of the room, but the lamp next to
Charlie's bed came on first.

I looked at Jake through bleary eyes. He was wearing only a pair of black
tight-fitting boxer-briefs. His dick was hard, and it looked massive. He
was standing over his son, looking down at him.

"Dad?" Charlie whispered. "What are you doing?"

"Did you do what I asked?" Jake said. He was speaking softer than normal,
but he was not whispering. He wasn't afraid of me hearing him.

"Um, what are you-"

"Your underwear. You didn't change, right?" Jake said.

"Ryan's here, dad!" Charlie said in a hushed tone. Jake's eyes met mine for
a few seconds. He smiled a devilish grin.

"Guess I'll have to check. Inspection time," he said, still staring at
me. He reached down and pulled the blankets off of Charlie. Charlie
attempted to reach for them, but Jake threw them into the corner of the
room. I still had part of another blanket over me, but Charlie was exposed.

Jake then got onto the bed, kneeling over Charlie's legs. The bed creaked
beneath the added weight. Charlie squirmed beneath him, but Jake pinned him
down by his chest.

"Dad, what are you doing," he said. The fear was obvious in his voice. "Not
here!"

"Quiet," he said. He then bent down, putting his face into Charlie's
crotch. He inhaled deeply several times. "Good boy," he said. "Much
better." He sat up a bit. I could see Charlie eyeing me, worried about what
I was thinking, no doubt.

"What do you think, Ryan?" Jake asked. "Give 'em a whiff."

I hesitated, but I dared not defy this god of a man. I slowly sat up and
crept over to my best friend.

"Ryan...please don't..." Charlie pleaded. His voice was wavering. I was
really hoping he wouldn't cry, but it didn't stop me. I took a deep breath
with my face buried in his soft white briefs. The scent was
mesmerizing. His hot crotch smelled so much sexier up close.

"Here, try this," Charlie's dad said with joy. He bent back a bit and then
grabbed Charlie's legs, bending them up toward his torso so that his ass
was exposed. "Sniff him." I leaned in and placed my nose up against
Charlie's cloth-covered buttcheeks. The scent was even hotter. "Really go
for it," Jake said. I shoved my face harder into Charlie's ass, right
between his legs. I could feel the skin of his thighs against my face. I
breathed in deep.

"Let me," Jake said. I got out of the way and let him do it, too. "Whataya
think?" Jake said, looking at me. I said nothing, but he winked.

"Your mom didn't take her sleeping pills tonight, so we gotta be quick
bud," Jake said to his son.

"What...we're gonna do this here? Now?" Charlie asked. He was so confused
about what was happening and I just felt bad for him.

"I'm about to pop anyway," Jake said. He pulled his dick out from the slit
in his boxer-briefs. It looked gigantic up close. He was cut, long and
thick. I could see curls of hair sticking out of his waistband and for some
reason I wanted to see his pubes.

He started stroking his big cock. He looked over at me and nodded at me,
urging me to do the same. I pulled the blanket off of me and revealed my
teen dick, pretty long but obviously not as big as Jake's. My cock was
sticking straight up. "Nice," was all Jake said, his attention darting back
to his son.

Jake started feeling up his son's body as he stroked himself slowly. I
tried to keep the same rhythm as him as I jerked off. Charlie started to
get hard in his undies, but when he reached for his dick, Jake stopped
him. Charlie grunted in frustration.

"Bad boys don't get to cum," Jake said in an evil tone. Why was this so hot
to me? "Your friend and I are good boys, so we're gonna cum all over your
briefs, bud." Jake started jerking faster, and I stroked harder because of
it. I soon realized that Charlie's eyes were glued to my dick as I
stroked. I waved it around a bit so he could see it's full length before
continuing to whack off.

I could feel myself building toward orgasm, and Jake was clearly getting
there as well based on his heavy breathing and short grunting. "You close?"
he asked. I nodded. "Come next to me."

I sat up onto my knees and walked myself up to my friend and his dad. "You
cum first, on his dick," he ordered. I didn't need to be told twice. The
manly, sweaty scents of Charlie and his dad filled my nose as I stroked
furiously for a few seconds before blasting my heavy load all over the
front of my best friend's briefs. Charlie gasped loudly as my hot cream
landed all over the thick bulge in his underwear. I was breathing heavily
at this point, and I sat back to watch Jake. I thought Jake would cum in
the same spot as me, but he lifted Charlie's legs up again and put his cock
right up against Charlie's ass crack. He grunted like a bear as his dick
exploded all over his son's ass. He pushed his dick tight into Charlie's
crack. I swear to god there were like eight or nine waves of cum seeping
out of Jake's dick.

Jake slapped the last ounces of cum from his dick against Charlie's ass. It
was quite a sight, two huge cum stains in Charlie's tight-ass underwear,
with his own hard dick obvious beneath the wet cotton fabric. It was then
that I noticed how red Charlie's face had gotten with embarrassment.

Jake shoved his dick back into his underwear. "That was fun," he said
casually. He stood up. "You going home tomorrow, Ryan?" Jake asked.

"I don't have to," I responded.

"Cool," he said, and walked out of the room.