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Charles
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CHARLES (in charge?)
I am a thirty eight year old advertising executive with a wife and
three great kids. When our youngest got into the fourth grade, my wife
decided to return to her old job. We planned on hiring a local college
student to help with the house and kids in exchange for room and board. We
had interviewed about six young women without success. Our seventh
candidate was a young man. He came across very well in the interview.
Everyone liked him. He seemed responsible and mature for an eighteen year
old. He was wholesome and innocent looking with that just scrubbed
appearance. I found myself staring at him. I admired his broad young
shoulders and narrow waist. It made me feel a little older and out of
shape. Charles started with us that same day. He moved into the guest room
and was a functioning member of our family in a week. Charles, Chuck,
Charlie...was everywhere helping everyone. One morning I asked Chuck to
help me move some furniture out of the basement into the attic. We worked
for a while and as we got warmer we both removed our shirts. I can still
recall standing there as he pulled the shirt over his head. I had found
myself staring at his upper body. It surprised me that his chest was so
smooth. There was hardly any hair between the brown nipples. Each raised
arm had hidden a small shadow of fine hair. As his shirt covered his face
and protected me from his view, I admired his flat stomach. Chuck shook
his hair back into place and threw the shirt onto the couch we were
carrying. He bent and turned. I watched the muscles in his strong back,
flex and move. A single drop of sweat, pulled by gravity, moved along he
spine. It started at his neck and followed the bumps as it staggered its
way to the waist of his jeans. I could almost sense the cheeks of his rear
end, tensing as he again straightened up. We finished our work that
morning and each of us went to clean up. I showered and shaved. I went to
the empty master bedroom and stood naked and damp in front of my bureau.
Reaching in, I picked up a pair of Jockeys. The familiar thin blue lines
and the name repeated time after time as it ran around the waistband. I
shook them open and started to step into them when I realized they were
too small. Looking closer I saw the label. "30" "They must be Chuck's", I
thought. I was at this instant that I realized that my lifes' drummer
wanted to change rhythm.
I held the shorts at eye level. I could picture Chuck wearing them. His
chest and stomach that I had stared at all morning suddenly formed above
the cloth waist. He filled the white cotton. His young buns rounded out
the back and the weight of his cock hung as a bulge at the front. I could
imagine his firm athletic legs reaching to the ground. I felt a warmth
coming from the empty underwear. I could almost smell the clean masculine
smell that I had come to associate with Charles. My fingers smoothed the
cloth fly, wishing that he was really in them. I brought them to my face.
I felt my own cock getting hard as the fantasy formed in my mind. I tried
to imagine what Chuck would look like naked. I felt a pleasant pressure
forming in my nuts. I reached down and wrapped my rigid cock in Chuck's
shorts. Using both hands I stroked myself. A quiver formed in my legs and
started to travel up to my groin. At the same time my shoulders quaked and
a wave of tension moved down my body. As the two met I shot my load. Spurt
after purt of cum filled the briefs and soaked through to my hands. The
warm moistness calmed me. I ended up hiding those Jockeys in the laundry
that day. I was embarassed about the feelings that I had. I even tried to
make believe that the whole thing had never happened. I tried to control
my new found interest but found it more difficult to do as days passed.
One evening when I found myself home alone, I snuck down to Chuck's room.
The room had taken on his own personality in the weeks that he had lived
with us. A pile of clothing sat in one corner and the desk was covered
with school work. There were two pictures on the desk. One was his family
and a second was his brother Jim with one of Chuck's friends. The bed was
unmade and I sat on it. The sheets and covers still held a vague shape
that was Chuck's. I smoothed my hand over them and wondered if he did what
I had done as a kid, that is, jerk off in the privacy of my bed. I knelt
beside the bed and felt under the matress. I had always used that as my
hiding place. Sure enough. My hand came out with a soiled pair of briefs.
They weren't Jockeys but they were the right size to be Chuck's. The
cotton was stiff with the dried stains of what must have been several
loads of cum. Reaching back under I felt a magazine. I pulled it out and
was surprised to see that it wasn't filled with naked women but had two
guys on the cover. They were nude and sucking each other. There was a note
written on the cover. It said, "Just a gift to keep you busy while you're
away from home...Jim and Bob." My heart was pounding. The idea started to
form that I might be able to convince Chuck that he should let me see him
nude just as I had dreamed. T
Better yet, why ask. Knowing what I now knew I was sure I could do it.
The plan would be simple. I'd confront him when the rest of the family was
away. Two nights later my opportunity presented itself. My wife had taken
the kids to see a movie. Chuck was in his room studying. I knocked and
entered. He sat at his desk deep in thought. "Chuck, there's something I
have to discuss." I said. "Sure, no problem." he said as he turned away
from the desk. He had on a t-shirt and jeans but the shirt was short and
moved up as he turned. I started to warm as I saw his navel appear. "There
may be a problem. I know you need this job and we may be able to work
something out but..." I moved to his bed and reached under the matress,
coming out with the briefs and magazine.. He rose from the desk chair and
I could see a blush form on his face. "Oh wow. I'm sorry. I mean I should
have known better. I'd...well" "Stop Chuck. I think that the whole
situation can be solved just the same way as with my own children. Will
you accept that?" "Sure. Anything you say, but please don't fire me."
"Then drop your trousers and come here. I'll paddle you and that will be
the end of this." He stood there for several seconds as though he were
unsure if he had heard me right. He took a tentative step and stopped. His
had moved to the button at the waist of his jeans and then dropped away.
"Sir, I ...I don't have anything .." "Chuck, let's do this and get it over
with." He moved toward where I sat on the edge of his bed and again
reached for the button on the jeans. Popping it open he started to unzip
the fly. I could see the blue curtains start to part and realized his
concern. He didn't have anything on under the jeans. I could see a thin
faint line of hair run from his navel to a darker patch of hair that now
showed above the bulge at his crotch. He let the jeans start to slide down
his legs. His cock hung softy, almost resting on a pair of loose hanging
balls. T
The darkness of his pubic hair contrasted with the pinkness of his
cock. He was cut just as I had imagined. His jeans had stopped mid-thigh.
He moved closer, his eyes looking down at his feet. Chuck placed himself
across my lap. I could feel his weight pressing his warm flesh against my
legs. His cock and balls taking their place just inches from mine. His
young tight buns were facing up and the cheeks had spread slightly. There
was a fine down of hair between those cheeks. The brown ring of his ass
hole looked up at me. I rubbed the palm of my right hand on my own pant
leg and then reached up to administer the first spank. "Are you ready?"
"Yes sir." his voice quivered. I could feel his body tense in
anticipation. I reached and touched his soft cheek. Lifting my hand away,
I returned it in a sharp slap. He flinched. His cheeks tightened, hiding
the crack for a moment. I braced my left hand along his back. Again my
right hand struck his rear end. A warm pink glow had already started to
form. I could feel my own cock start swelling. I hoped he wouldn't notice.
I administered a third spank and now realized that I was growing to a full
hard on. At the same time I could feel Chuck start to swell. His cock was
pressing against my leg and growing harder. He shifted his weight to try
to hide the excitement. His one leg slid off my lap and rested on the
floor to support him. The cheeks pulled further apart. Chuck's muscles
tightened moving his body in a slow single "hump" of my leg. I wondered
for an instant if he realized but knew for sure when he relaxed and then
repeated the movement. I found myself stroking his back and buns as he
rubbed against me. Chuck looked up and in a kitten like move, slipped off
my lap to kneel before me. His jeans were at his knees and his t-shirt
fell back toward his waist but nothing could hide the massive cock that
stood up from his lap. A single drop of precum juice had formed at the
head. Without a word, he reached for the bulge held in by my pants. His
strong hands pressed against it and then rubbed. He moved one hand up to
my chest and pressed, pushing me back on my elbows. Reaching for my pants,
he unfastened them and started to pull them down. My own cock was hard.
It pressed my underwear into a tent. Chucks hand returned. It moved up
my leg and stopped when it reached the leg opening. It moved under the
cloth and along side my cock, forcing it up and along my stomach. He
gripped my swollen cock and jerked it upward forcing it past the elastic
waistband and out of the shorts. His hand firmly stroked up and down. His
free hand moved to my balls. Pushing past the cloth, he cupped my
tightened balls and warmed them. I looked downward, along my excited body.
I watched Chuck's hands moving under the over of soft white cotton, his
shoulders and head between my knees, his dark hair framing his young face.
Chuck's hands slid away, only to return at the waistband of my Jockeys.
His fingers siezed the top edge and pulled. I lifted myself as Chuck
pulled the shorts down to my ankles. My hard dick pointed up toward my
face, free of any constraints. "Can I make you cum ?" he asked. "Oh yes.
Please." His chest pressed harder between my legs, forcing them apart. His
head bowed as he leaned over my cock and bent to suck it. I felt the warm
lips close around it as his tongue explored its swollen head. I knew I was
going to cum any second. I could feel the familiar stirrings deep within
my groin. "I'm coming, Chuck." His head pulled away but his hands kept
their firm grip. He looked up into my eyes. His hands still moved. "Do it
sir. Cum for me." I exploded. Warm streams of cum arced across the air.
Warm pools of jism formed on my stomach. A small stream of white flowed
toward my navel and filled it. My toes tingled. I could feel a
satisfaction radiate in all directions from my middle-aged crotch. My
elbows collapsed from under me allowing me to fall back flat on the bed.
The excitement mixed and swirled with the embarassment. What would happen
now? How could this continue? Where would it lead?....
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