Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2014 19:17:57 -0700
From: Micah Allen <coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: At Charlie's House chapter 6

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AT CHARLIE'S HOUSE: CHAPTER 6
by Micah Allen

Things were a bit awkward after Charlie's dad left the room. Charlie had
simply turned off the light and turned away from me. I thought about trying
to talk to him, see if he was pissed at me for what had happened, but I
couldn't bring myself to speak. After a while, I heard the steady sound of
Charlie's sleeping and I knew he had fallen asleep. Sleep took me soon
after.

When I awoke the next morning, Charlie was nowhere to be seen. I looked at
the clock. Noon. Shit.

I threw on the same clothes I'd worn the day before and went downstairs. I
didn't see Jake or Charlie anywhere, but Alison was in the kitchen. She
smiled when she saw me.

"Morning, sleepy head," she said cheerfully. "You guys must have stayed up
pretty late." I smiled innocently.

"Where is everyone?" I asked.

"The boys? Jake's in his office, Charlie's downstairs, I think," she
said. She rinsed a glass in the sink and started to grab her purse and
sunglasses. "I'm out for the day. Don't have too much fun. There's sandwich
meat in the fridge." There was plenty of meat in this house, alright.

I said goodbye to Alison and headed downstairs. Charlie was sitting on the
couch, watching some anime show I hadn't seen yet. I plopped down next to
him. He didn't even look at me.

"Sup," I said. Nada. After a few minutes, I spoke again. "You alright,
dude?"

Charlie just shrugged and kept watching the show. I suddenly had a surge of
guilt about what had happened. I had taken advantage of Charlie, and I knew
it was a terrible thing to do to my friend. Obviously Charlie's feelings
about his sexual relationship with his father were complicated. I didn't
understand it myself much at all, but I couldn't control the fact that it
turned me on so much.

My previous conversation with Charlie only complicated things. He had told
me that he actually liked having sex with his dad sometimes, and then he
proceeded to jerk me off like it was nothing. But nothing else had happened
between us until last night's activities. I knew I had to dig deeper and
figure out what was going through Charlie's head, but I wasn't sure how to
do it.

Before I could say anything else, Charlie got off the couch and grabbed the
PS3 controller off of the floor. He then lay on his stomach in front of the
TV and started playing some GTAV. I stared at the screen blankly, thinking
about what I could even say to him at this point.

A half hour or so later, Jake came down the stairs. He was wearing a pair
of red running shorts, the same ones he'd worn the day before. He smiled at
me when he entered the room.

"What's happening, boys?" he said with a grin. He casually sat down on the
couch next to me. I could smell his manly scent right away. It was
powerful. I imagined he had gone for a run in the morning and failed to
shower. I could also smell some kind of deodorant. Axe, maybe.

"Morning dad," Charlie said, not looking up from his game.

"Not much," I said somewhat breathlessly. I was gawking at his tight
body. Did I mention I found this man sexy? I wanted to reach over and rub
his pecs, but I didn't dare. Based on what he had told me the day before,
we weren't going to touch each other. He flashed a sexy grin when he
noticed me staring.

"Whatcha playin'?" Jake asked.

"Grand Theft Auto," Charlie responded.

"My turn next."

"Whatever," Charlie said despondently.

"What was that, son?" Jake asked in an upbeat tone. There was a tinge of
aggression in there as well.

"Yeah, sure, you can play next," Charlie said.

Jake looked over to me and flashed another grin. He then sat up off the
couch and started to crawl over his son. Charlie didn't seem to notice
until Jake put a hand on Charlie's ass. Charlie looked back at his dad
briefly before returning his attention to his game. Jake started to
playfully rub his son's butt through his shorts.

"You like that, bud?" Jake asked in a sexy tone.

"...Yeah." Charlie said.

"You haven't cum yet, right?"

"Nope."

"You wanna?" Jake asked. My cock was rock hard at this point, friendship be
damned.

"Um..." Charlie started. He paused his game and turned to his dad. "Can we,
uh, go in the bathroom?"

"Sorry son," Jake said. "Your best friend is here. It'd be rude to leave
him all alone. Right, Ryan?" Jake looked right at me. I gulped. I couldn't
help but nod in agreement.

Charlie stared blankly for a moment, but eventually nodded and returned to
his game. Jake seemed to take this as an invitation and yanked down his
son's shorts and underwear all in one go, exposing his tight teen ass. Jake
looked at me and raised his eyebrow. "Hot, right dude?" he asked me.

"Oh yeah," I whispered. My mouth was dry. My dick was aching in my
shorts. Here I was again, in a situation where I should want to protect my
friend from the shame of being humiliated in front of his best friend, but
my sexual urges caused my body to betray me. I reached into my shorts and
fondled my balls.

"What do you want me to do?" Jake asked his son.

"Um..." Charlie said softly. He paused the game. "Lick me?"

"Can't hear you," Jake said. He gave his son a hefty slap on the
ass. Charlie winced.

"Lick my butt!" he shouted. "Please, dad."

Jake slapped Charlie's ass again, causing Charlie to whimper a bit. "K," he
said. "Back to your game." Charlie unpaused his game, and Jake's tongue
darted toward his son's butt crack.

I wasted no time in pulling my dick out of my shorts. I started jacking
slowly as Jake teased his son's butthole with his tongue. He reached up
with one hand and parted Charlie's butt cheeks so he could get his mouth
closer to his hole. Charlie was moaning softly. As Jake began to lick up
and down his son's crack, Charlie's focus on the game seemed to be tapering
off. I could tell he wasn't doing well in the game.

Jake started alternating between licking quickly up and down inside
Charlie's crack and thrusting his tongue deep inside. Charlie, at this
point, was slowly humping the carpet. I was beating off furiously, though I
was careful not to cum. I wanted to see what Jake had in store for his son.

Jake pulled his face out of his son's ass and looked at me. "You ever eat
his ass before, Ryan?" he asked me. He started softly biting Charlie's butt
cheek.

"No," I said in a scratchy tone. "Never."

"You done anything with him?"

"He jerked me off, once," I said nervously.

"You gotta try his ass, man," he said. "Hottest ass I've ever
tasted. Tight, too. The way his asshole clenches around my tongue...it
drives him crazy, too." He lifted Charlie's ass up a bit to show me the
proof. Underneath his hanging balls, I could see Charlie's boner, sticky
with sweat and pre-cum. A small wet circle had formed in the spot that he
had been humping. I swallowed heavily.

"What do you think, Ry. Has Charlie been a good boy?"

"Um...yeah..." I said. I wasn't really sure what Jake meant by that.

"I'm serious, dude. Decide. Does he get to cum or not?"

"Yeah, uh, he's been pretty good. Let him cum," I said. God, was this
hot. I was edging my dick by that point, forcing myself not to cum yet.

"You heard him, little man," Jake said to his son. "Up on your knees."

Charlie put the controller down and got up on his knees like his dad
said. He was facing his butt toward me, but Jake grabbed him and spun him
around so he was facing me. Jake pressed his chest against his son's back;
his cock, sticking out of his boxers, hung low between his son's
legs. Charlie had his eyes shut tight as Jake reached down the front of his
son's stomach and took hold of his hot teen cock.

Jake began to slowly pump his son's cock. "You like that, bud?" he
asked. Charlie nodded slowly. His mouth hung open as his dad pleasured
him. Jake's eyes were on me the entire time. "Tell me. Tell me what you
like."

"I like it when you jerk me off, dad," Charlie said lowly. "I like it when
you make me cum."

"What else do you like?" Jake whispered into his son's ear. His pumping got
slightly faster with every breath. Only slightly.

"I like it when you do stuff to me."

"What kind of stuff?"

"I like it when you rub my nipple." Jake's other hand reached around his
son's chest and lightly pinched his left nipple, then slid over to play
with his right one. He began twisting it fiercely as he jerked his son's
hard cock. Charlie cringed and winced, but I swear his dick pumped up a
bit. I know mine did.

"I like it when you play with my balls," Charlie said. Jake's hand moved
slowly down Charlie's sweaty chest, over his flat stomach and down to his
scrotum. He began to rub his son's nutsack playfully. He rolled Charlie's
balls around in his hand for a bit, before tugging down on his sack. His
other hand jerked him off steadily.

"Do you like it when I fuck you?" Jake asked. He nibbled on Charlie's ear.

"Y-yes," Charlie said.

"Do you want me to fuck you right now?"

Charlie hesitated. Jake smirked at me. He pulled down tight on Charlie's
balls.

"O-ow!" Charlie yelled. "Yesss, I want you to fuck me, daddy," Charlie
hissed.

"Hm. Not now," Jake said. I was disappointed. He sure loved to tease, the
sly fuck.

"You wanna cum, baby?"

"Yesss, pleaseee," he moaned loudly.

Jake motioned his head for me to come over, so I stood up off the couch and
kicked off my shorts and briefs. I walked over to the two hot studs. Jake
motioned for me to stop when I was in place, just inches in front of the
both of them. I was violently beating my meat in front of them.

"Open your eyes, Charlie," Jake said. Charlie opened them, and his face
turned red as I looked him straight in the eyes. His gaze darted between my
face and my hard cock. Just like the night before, he couldn't help but
look at my dick.

"Cum, Ry," Jake said. "Cum on your buddy." I started jerking off faster. I
didn't know how much longer I could hold on, and the pleasure was
immense. I grabbed a hold of Charlie's sweaty shoulder so I could keep
steady as I jacked my cock. Jake was sucking on his son's neck at this
point.

The sight of a hot dad and teen son in such intimate proximity to each
other was more than enough to drive me over the edge. My balls tightened
and the first wave of cum burst out of my cock, all over Charlie's
face. The next few waves of cum landed all over my buddy's chest, and
leaked down all over his cock.

Jake reached up immediately and started grabbing up the cum with both of
his hands. One of the cum-covered hands returned to his son's dick, where
he began sloppily jerking his boy with my cum as lube. The other cum-soaked
hand reached underneath Charlie's ass as he aggressively started to
finger-fuck his son's sweaty ass. I panted heavily as I watched the scene
play out.

"Cum for me bud," Jake growled. "Cum for your daddy, cum for Ryan...do
it..."

Charlie started intently at my sweaty, smelly crotch as his dad finger
fucked the shit out of him. He let out a deep moan as he blew his load all
over his flat stomach. He collapsed backward into his father's
embrace. Jake licked the sweat from his son's neck and kissed the back of
his head softly.

I collapsed backward onto the couch.

"I've got a lot of work to do," Jake said. "Be good, boys." He shoved his
hard, leaky dick into his shorts and headed upstairs. I watched his tight
ass move as he went up each step.

Charlie and I both breathed heavily. We were spent. After a few minutes,
Charlie pulled his underwear and shorts back on and went back to playing
his video game.

"Boys, you stink!" Charlie's mom said at dinner that night. After all the
activity, we really did smell like we'd just competed in a triathalon. We
ended up taking turns showering, with me going first. It felt great to
finally have the sticky sweat washed off of my body.

When I got out of the shower, I noticed that the dirty briefs I'd left on
the floor were gone. The bathroom door was slightly ajar. I dried off,
wrapped a towel around myself and started to walk back to Charlie's room. I
passed Jake in the hallway. He put his hand on my shoulder to stop me.
"Look Ry," he said. He pulled his gym shorts halfway down his legs. He was
wearing my sweaty, dirty briefs! They looked amazingly tight on his
muscular form. "Gonna fuck my wife in these tonight," he said. I was
instantly hard.