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Charlie.
At the beginning of Year 12, the Year 13 rugby vice-captain Sai Verma had approached Charlie Spring shyly in the locker room after practice one day. He confided to Charlie that he was gay too, but that he had decided he wasn’t going to come out until after school was finished. He didn’t want to deal with the crap that he’d seen Charlie had had to deal with a few years previously.
And, fair enough , thought Charlie.
The conversation was more than just a coming out moment though.
Charlie clearly spotted his opportunity, and he wasn’t about to pass it up.
For so long now, Charlie had been ready to have sex, but hadn’t met another queer boy at school. It’s not like he was particularly into Sai. Sure, he was fit as fuck – he had that bulky rugby player physique that Charlie was obsessed with – and he was friendly, and nice. But Charlie just didn’t have any feelings for Sai. Their banter was average, and they didn’t have a huge amount in common.
Until now.
Once Sai revealed to Charlie he was gay, Charlie was now all too aware that they had one very fundamental thing in common.
(The fundamental thing being that were both interested in sucking and fucking other boys.)
Fortunately, Sai hadn’t had any sexual experience either, so Charlie drew some comfort and confidence in knowing they were both starting from the drawing board.
It had been Charlie who had suggested it.
A week after Sai had confided in him about his sexuality, Charlie looked Sai square in the face and asked Sai if he’d be at all interested in fucking him some time after school?
Sai’s mouth had dropped open at the suggestion and his hooded lids quickly turned into determination as he licked his lips and replied, I am definitely interested in doing that.
The next question was where? Charlie’s house was out of the question, with his work from home parents around virtually every moment of the day. Luckily, Sai was an only child and his parents didn’t get home from work until six in the evening, so, he and Charlie started fucking on the reg at Sai’s place after school.
Charlie was a consummate bottom. He had no interest in topping or being the dominating partner in any way. He’d known this, instinctively, even before he’d even ever had sex at all, even from his much younger years, that being a bottom was not only his preference, but his fantasy – he wanted to be used…filled up…to be the one that reduced larger men above him into whimpering messes. Luckily, Sai was eager to top, so, yes, okay, it appeared this was going to work for both of them.
The first one or two times were awkward and chaotic, rushed and filled with silly mistakes, as both boys figured out the mechanics of it all, and what each other liked from the other, as well as what they themselves were into.
But after two months of steady fucking, several times a week, they were more than comfortable with one another, and Charlie quickly grew addicted to the feeling of his hole being stretched by Sai’s short but reasonably thick cock, and the feel of Sai’s bulky body pressing his back or his chest into the matteress or onto the floor or against the wall or in a shower or occasionally even in a toilet cubicle at school. He especially enjoyed the wet whimpers Sai made into his ear about how amazing Charlie felt, how sexy Charlie’s body was, and how much he loved fucking Charlie.
The fullness he felt, and the compliments that washed over him, and the heaviness of the body on top of him was more than enough – was the only thing, in fact – that helped make Charlie forget two vital things: it helped him forget those earlier painful years of high school, when he’d been made to feel like some kind of hideous pariah that nobody would ever desire (this theory had been quickly been disproved once he realised how much Sai adored his body and using up his holes and cumming inside him; now, all of Charlie’s previous body hate towards himself had more or less evaporated, and Charlie felt utterly sexy, extremely powerful, and totally desirable, for the first time in his life).
Secondly, it helped him forget his all-consuming, unrequited crush...
What, so what? You got a problem with that? If Charlie had a crush on Nick Nelson, rugby king of Truham Grammar, girl-magnet, poster boy for textbook cisgender heterosexual males the world over, then, what of it? That's none of your business, actually. Kind of rude of you to even ask. Charlie's crush on Nick Nelson was between him and his gay god.
But back to Nick later.
Charlie knew by the start of the third month of fucking Sai that he was one hundred per cent addicted to being slammed by a dick, and began craving new experiences (aka new boys). He spoke to Sai about this openly after Sai had cummed down his throat one rainy spring afternoon. After all, they were not boyfriends – that much had been established and understood mutually from the start. They weren’t emotionally attached to one another, and Sai was as open-minded as Charlie, and wanted Charlie to be happy. So, after a not-so-subtle suggestion from Charlie, Sai started subtly putting the feelers out amongst the other rugby lads to see who else might be interested.
It only took a few days for Christian McBride to ask Charlie for ‘help with his math homework’ one day after rugby practice. They were about 8 seconds in to polynominals when Christian blurted out:
“Look mate, this is a bit awkward, but, the thing is, I don’t actually know what I am,: Christian scuffed his toe into the ground. "Like, my sexuality, I mean. I’ve had sex twice, with two different girls, and I really liked it, but, I just have this feeling I might be interested in guys too. I jerk off to gay porn, like, all the time, but I don’t think I’ll know for sure until I give you… it …a try…” He trailed off and laughed nervously. “I guess, I’m not sure yet. And I might not be sure until I try it. Would you…could I try on you, maybe? You’d be doing me a huge favour, like, it’d really help me to figure some stuff out.”
How could Charlie possibly refuse this sweet, incredibly daft request?
Charlie briefly considered playing hard to get, but, who was he kidding - he was more than happy to be the vessel for experimentation for a second hot rugby lad. He agreed immediately.
Christian sadly didn’t have the weighty heft of Sai’s body, but he was lovely and tall – the tallest boy on the team apart from Nick Nelson, actually, so, this made up for his leaner frame, and still gave Charlie the feeling of being physically dominated, which Charlie loved. And, again, Charlie harboured no romantic thoughts towards Christian, but liked him well enough, and at this stage, he was gagging for the chance to test out how another boy might feel inside him. Not that he was bored with Sai or anything – far from it – but, variety is the spice of life, is it not?
So Charlie and Christian got started then and there, in the locker room shower.
“Fucking hell, Christian,” said Charlie, as Christian unzipped his pants and took his erect dick out. It was much longer than Sai’s. On the thin side, but long and slightly curved at the end. Charlie’s mouth watered a little. “You’ve got a nice dick. You could take a guy’s eye out with that thing.”
Christian looked pleased. He grabbed the base of it and sort of pointed it towards Charlie. “Cheers. Where should I put it?”
Charlie took his pants off and presented himself, sensing Christian was not going to be very emotional about this, and might respond better to easily digestible, logistical directions. “Mouth, arse. Your choice.”
“Fuck,” Christian gulped noisily “You’re absolutely fucking tiny . Will it fit in there?” Christian asked, spreading Charlie’s cheeks open with one hand, to have a closer look.
Luckily Charlie wasn’t facing Christian, because he rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to discourage the poor lad, but, my god , get with the fucking program already.
“If you want to go up my arse you’re going to have to prep me first,” Charlie said, trying not to sound too impatient. He was hungry, and it was almost dick o’clock - time to eat.
Christian was silent for a few moments. Charlie rested his head against the shower wall, and sighed, allowing Christian’s few dozen brain cells the time and the space to knock up against one another in that handsome head of his and evaluate this rather straightforward instruction.
“How do I do that?” Christian asked, his voice all hushed. Charlie turned his head over his shoulder to note that Christian’s erection had changed. When he’d taken it out of his pants, it was a standard, curious boner, but, in just the last few minutes, it had turned red and angry, almost purple, with soaking beads of precum gathering at the tip. Charlie’s eyes raked upwards and he saw Christian’s breathing was laboured, his eyes unblinking.
Charlie flushed from the attention; he adored knowing what he was capable of, how desirable he was to other boys.
Charlie decided to ignore Christian’s stupid question for a moment. Instead, he turned around, letting Christian see his body all over, then he bent over, touching his toes, and wiggled his arse a little at Christian. He stood up slowly, looking over his shoulder coquettishly to see that Christian had begun stroking himself off in earnest.
“Why don’t you come a little closer?” Charlie invited, as he folded his elbows and put them on his forehead, resting them on the shower wall, sticking his bum out.
Christian dispensed with any tender caresses and went straight into prodding his wet cockhead near Charlie’s entrance experimentally.
“Fuck, you’re so fit, mate,” Christian said, gulping loudly. “Can you tell me what I need to do to get you ready to take my dick, please? I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”
“Okay, so, first things first - don’t call me mate. You’re not allowed to call me ‘mate’ when you’re literally about to pass the threshold of my actual body and enter me. Capiche?”
“Sorry m…Charlie.”
Charlie giggled behind his hands. Christian was such a fucking numbskull. It was kind of sweet, really.
“Do you really not know what’s about to happen? I thought you just said you’ve been watching gay porn?” Charlie asked.
Good thing Christian had such an enticing-looking cock, because this conversation was bordering on tedious.
“Yeah, but like, mostly BJs and cream pies and stuff,” Christian muttered.
Charlie scoffed. “You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?” he said, no longer able to mask his sarcasm, getting out his little bottle of travel lube out of his backpack. “You can watch me to start with, okay? But then you’ll have to take over. I didn’t agree to this for the pleasure of fingering myself in the grotty school shower. I can do that in the comfort of my own home. I’m here to be fucked by a tall rugby lad, not by my own fingers.”
“Sounds good to me,” Christian said, watching Charlie intently. Charlie thought that if there’d been paper and a pen nearby, Christian might’ve started taking notes.
Charlie gasped as he put his second finger in and started moving around a little, angling himself so Christian could see properly. “Ah, fuck! God! Oh, and n-no cream pies. I always make Sai wear a condom, and you’ll have to too. But you can come down my throat without one on, whenever you like, if you’re clean.”
“Sweet. That’s totally fine. I’m clean, all checked out, I swear. Both times I’ve had sex I’ve johnnied up,” Christian said, and Charlie could feel his eyes fucking him as he opened himself up for Christian.
Christian was different to Sai: Sai would talk to him during their sex; sweet nothings and compliments about his body, mostly, but Christian said virtually nothing the entire time from when he replaced Charlie’s fingers with his own, to continue prepping him, and the whole time he was inside Charlie.
Christian was lasting admirably long considering it was their first time together; the first four or five times inside Charlie, Sai had come in about 40 seconds flat. Christian had more endurance, and once he found a comfortable position for them both: standing up, Charlie’s forehead on the shower wall, arse angled outwards, Christian placing both his big hands on Charlie’s shoulders for leverage, rocking his hips upwards into Charlie, he silently fucked Charlie for a really rather respectable fifteen minutes. Christian’s dick was longer than Sai’s, but thinner, and it took Charlie a while to adjust to this interesting, but divine new sensation. Christian found his prostate quickly and more easily than Sai had first done, maybe due to the curve at the top of his dick, so Charlie spent an incredibly enjoyable quarter of an hour yelping in pleasure, jerking himself off towards the wall, trying to last until Christian finished first.
Charlie told Christian a few times how good he felt, how he loved being filled up by Christian, but Christian said nothing in response, just maintained his blissful, focused, strenuous thrusting, and although Charlie was loving it, he realised he missed being told he was a good boy and that he was gorgeous and that he was a perfect fuck, like Sai did to him.
“Talk to me, Christian,” Charlie requested at one point.
“You what?” Christian asked, sounding utterly flummoxed, as though Charlie had just asked him to start mooing like a cow.
“Tell me something nice.”
Charlie could hear Christian hesitate behind him.
“Like what?”
“Oh, fuck !” Charlie yelled out in pleasure, as Christian pulled his dick the entire way out and then slid back in, hands-free, grunting as he did so. “I don’t know! Use your imagination! Tell me I’m pretty or you’ve been dreaming about this or that I’m a good boy or something !”
“Oh god…um…” Christian swallowed noisily as he canvassed that sorry excuse of a brain. “Um, well, I guess, um…You’ve got a really nice…belly button?”
“What the fuck , Christian?!” Charlie shouted, halfway between laughing and wanting to strangle him.
“Fuck, I don’t know if this rubber is going to hold all my sperm, there’s gonna be so fuckin’ much of it, it’ll spill out the top and I’ll have to get my dog to come lick it all off your legs,” Christian muttered as his follow up effort.
“Okay, okay,” Charlie said, gritting his teeth as Christian fucked into him deliciously hard and fast. God , at least the lad was skilled in one of the key criteria here. “That’s enough! Please don’t say anything else! And don't you ever say the word ‘sperm’ in my presence or I’ll never let you have sex with me ever again! Just shut the fuck up and fuck me, for fuck’s sake!”
Christian fell silent and Charlie was happy to leave him to his own devices after that. Poor sweet moron.
After another few minutes, Christian found his voice again, when Charlie felt his legs shudder and his grip on his shoulders tighten up, and he hissed in Charlie’s ear, “fuck, mate, oh fuck , gonna cum.”
“Do it,” Charlie said, almost sweating in relief; he’d been ready to come for ages. “Just fucking do it, I’m ready!”
“Fuck, it’s so good,” was Christian’s articulate compliment. “Fuck, fuck, fuck !” he grunted, roughly drilling three times into Charlie, his long dick feeling like it was about to burst out the skin of Charlie’s lower stomach.
I have to try riding that long boi soon , thought Charlie, hopeful for a compliment or kiss from Christian after he’d pulled out, but all he got was a “mate, would you be up for doing that again?, if you could give me like, I’d just need, like, 7 to 10 minutes, then I’ll be good to go.”
Charlie couldn’t decide if he wanted to clip Christian around the ears or jump for joy. The lad can go twice in a row! Halle-fuckin-lujah! Sai often didn’t. Although, he made a mental note to passively aggressively text Christian a Wikipedia article about aftercare once they were done. And he was definitely not ever going to ask him to talk dirty to him again.
Belly button …Sperm… For fuck’s sake!
So, all in all, Charlie came to the conclusion that, although he liked Christian’s actual dick a lot better than Sai’s, that Sai was, as a package experience, an overall better fuck.
But hey, who knew, perhaps Christian might improve upon some practice.
And Charlie was more than willing to let Christian practice on him.
More than willing to let Christian ‘test’ whether or not he was queer on Charlie. Although, there was certainly something decidedly un-heterosexual about not only their first time together but their second time too, which began approximately four and a half minutes after the end of the first time; the way Christian was sliding his long dick in and out of Charlie’s arsehole, before he took the condom off and literally pleaded with Charlie to let him finish in Charlie’s mouth - a request to which Charlie happily obliged.
Hmm. Yeah.
Something about that whole scenario didn’t exactly reek of red-blooded macho jock manly straight pal best bro masculinity. But who was Charlie to judge? What would he know about being straight.
After the next practice, when everyone was getting changed in the locker room, Charlie became aware of an entirely new sensation – something utterly intoxicating to him.
Both Christian and Sai were openly staring at him, desire shadowing their eyes, and then started eyeing each other off, as if silently telling the other to back off, like they were two leaders of the lion pack fighting over the sole available mate.
And oh thought Charlie with a rush of delight.
These two morons think that I’m only going to want to choose one of them to continue fucking.
They don’t realise that I want as much dick as I can get!
Charlie was beside himself with glee. The thought of 2 rugby lads both wanting him and getting pissed off that the other might have him was nothing short of delicious , and he revelled in his newfound sense of heady power.
“Ma…I mean, Charlie,” Christian managed to get to him before Sai did, just as the last team member left the locker room, so there was only the 3 of them left, Sai and Christian both looming over him like vultures over a gazelle carcass. “You know what I was saying to you, yesterday, about not being sure about…Like, yesterday definitely helped, but, I’m still not 100 percent sure. Could we try it another time? I think I just need to test it out again.”
Charlie glanced down towards Christian’s very tented shorts, and, alright, sure, no problem, Mr. I-might-be-straight-but-I’m-already-hard-just-from-staring-at-you-across-a-room-and-I-poured-about-half-a-pint-of-cum-down-your-throat-yesterday-afternoon .
“Charlie,” Sai said, flashing a territorial gaze towards Charlie. “I thought we were going to fu…I mean, play Mario Kart at my place for a bit this afternoon?”
“Boys, boys,” Charlie said, beaming, holding his hands up in an appeasing fashion. “I’m fine with fucking you both at the same time. I mean, not at the same time, same time. Just to clarify, I don’t think I’m interested in group sex. I’ve thought about it. Maybe one day? But, for now, I prefer having all the attention just on me, one-on-one. So, I’ve decided, if it’s cool with you two, you can both fuck me during the week. I’ll just go back and forth between you, depending on who’s free. Is that cool?”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s cool with me,” Christian said, licking his lips.
“Yeah, fine with me too, for sure,” Sai said, gazing hungrily at Charlie. “But, who gets to have you today?”
And oh , thought Charlie gleefully. What difficult choices I have to make !
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And so it went on for another few months, until they had established a carefully refined fucking schedule. Charlie liked to start the week with a gentler, more loving fuck from Sai, to soothe the Monday blues. On Tuesdays, he was the happy recipient of a silent, grunting effort from Christian, who – though, far be it from Charlie to judge, it must nonetheless be said – was taking an awfully long time indeed to figure out if he was queer or not, but, Charlie was in no mood whatsoever to rush him towards whatever conclusion he might reach. Wednesdays Charlie had band practice, which shitted him off big time. He hated having no cock in him between Tuesday afternoon and Thursday afternoon. It left him utterly bereft. Thursdays, Sai had basketball practice so it was Christian’s turn again, and he usually had a lot of petrol in the tank by Thursdays, having only fucked Charlie 48 hours earlier, and so, would sometimes fuck Charlie for close to an hour or more before he came. Sometimes he fucked Charlie for so long that Charlie’s eyes were rolling in the back of his head by the end of it. Bliss . By Friday, Sai was so keyed up from not having had Charlie since Monday that it was a bit of a rougher fuck than the Monday one, and this was the one Charlie liked the best – a fantastic combination of rough and praise - and the perfect way to see out the school week.
Over the weekends, when Charlie didn’t see either of them, he felt so horribly empty. He ached with want from Saturday morning to Monday afternoon, when he could see Sai. Although he usually prided himself on his endurance, Charlie usually found he was ready to orgasm within minutes of Sai entering him on Mondays. It was becoming unsustainable to have to go a whole weekend without being dicked, and Wednesdays had been his least favourite weekday since January.
Charlie was so, so, so addicted to being filled up with cock and cum. Mouth, arse: he loved it both ways. To Charlie, seeing what he was able to reduce the boys to - Sai whimpering and shaking, kissing him wetly, spewing forth a succession of sweet compliments, and Christian, rutting like a wild animal, gritting his teeth, dropping breathy ‘fucks’ into Charlie’s ears – both made him crazy with want, lustful for power.
The weekends were a nice opportunity to relax and recuperate, sure, and his toys helped, but, Charlie was insatiable, plain and simple – no two ways about it.
And the time alone left too much time free in his head to dream about Nick Nelson.
Okay so the truth was, Charlie had been madly in love with Nick since he first clapped eyes on him about two years previously. He'd had form with Nick, and Nick was sat at a table diagonally in front of Charlie's - a prime perving location. Charlie experienced around 9 months of brain rot from just staring at Nick, his gorgeous face, his strong rugby arms, his flopsy ginger hair. When school broke up for the summer Charlie found himself scratching Nick's name into the dirt at the park with a stick and hanging out at the cool kid spots in Rochester like the coffee shop at the mall and the stake park, risking being called a faggot by Harry Greene and His Band Of Merry Fuckheads in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Nick. He later found out Nick spent a sizeable amount of the summer in Menorca. Sobs. So much time wasted and terrible coffee purchased for nothing.
At the start of Year 11, in order to be able to spend a bit more time with Nick, Charlie joined the rugby team, at great risk to his mental and physical safety. Interestingly though, only a few weeks into the term, Harry and his cronies had miraculously decided they were tired of making fun of Charlie, or maybe they had a pang of the guilts or some sort of personal homosexual awakening or something because they were entirely civil to Charlie for the balance of that school year, so Charlie could just be a rugby reserve and be part of the team like a normal human being. How kind of Harry and his ilk, really.
Nick was friendly to Charlie always, as he was to everyone. He was a born leader: encouraging, confident, focused, with a special ability to rally the team that none of the other numbskulls in the team would have dreamed of having. And talented, fuck, he scored around 75 per cent of the team's points and they always got flogged if Nick was out sick or injured, which was hardly ever, because he was so strong and healthy (swoon). He had a sunny disposition and went out of his way to involve everyone, including Charlie, in all the team efforts. But he did keep a certain distance from Charlie , Charlie noticed. Always said hello, always said how's your weekend, always asked him what book he was reading, but generally not much beyond that. Charlie only ever actually played once in a blue moon - being the reserve, he was seldom actually required - so he'd made a habit of sitting on the benches, buried in huge jumpers to keep warm, perfecting the art of pretending he was staring into the middle distance or reading when in actual fact he was ogling Nick.
So yeah. Conclusion, Nick Nelson barely even knew Charlie existed, despite of Charlie's best efforts to place himself in Nick's line of vision.
He's straight. Charlie should have moved on long ago. But he didn't....he couldn't...
One Monday, Charlie had had a particularly lonely weekend, with not even his biggest dildo helping fill the void in his body. He wanted a warm, muscular body pressing him into a mattress or against a wall. He wanted hot breath in his ear. He wanted to have a boy under his spell.
But Sai was away from school. He texted Charlie to apologise, saying he was sick with a cold, and that he was looking forward to their fuck on Friday.
Aubergine emoji. Water droplets. Smiley face with love heart eyes.
Fuck .
And Christian had English tutoring on Monday afternoons.
Double fuck!
Luckily, by some divine blessing, Otis Smith chose that day to approach Charlie at the bus stop.
Charlie had been contemplating what toy he was going to choose when he got home, to take the edge off, when Otis flopped down next to him.
“Hey Charlie,” Otis said, electing to dispense with pleasantries, evidently, because the next words out of his mouth were, “Sai and Christian told me about what you’ve been doing with them. Hope that was okay.”
“Of course it was okay, Otis,” Charlie said, smiling sweetly at him.
Ooo-oooh!
I present to you Otis motherfucking Smith, ladies and gentleman and non-binary finery.
Here’s a plot twist I didn’t see coming.
Haha.
Get it?
Coming?
God, Spring.
Pay attention!
How you play your cards in the next few minutes could be crucial here.
Maybe I’m going to get my Monday fuck after all…?
“‘Cause you know, the thing is, I’m not gay or anything,” Otis said, frowning a little, folding his arms defensively. “I’m definitely straight. Like, I only like girls.”
“Sure, that’s fine, Otis,” Charlie said, still smiling knowingly.
Whatever you say . Whatever you need to tell yourself to feel comfortable with what I think is about to happen.
‘Straight.’
Sure, Jan.
They can see your erection all the way from the former Yugoslavia and you haven’t even seen me naked yet.
I’m about to blow your freakin’ mind, rugby lad.
“The thing is though,” Otis continued, spreading his legs, apparently unbothered by his hard-on. “I just can’t get a girlfriend, like, I don’t know, I get all nervous talking to girls. They’re so…tricky. But like, you’re a bruv, you know. You play rugby. You’re a cool guy. You know what’s up. It’s easy to talk to you.”
“I’m glad you feel like you can talk to me. I want to be here for you, Otis,” Charlie said, trying to make his voice sugar sweet, as he batted his eyelashes at Otis, his eyes dropping to Otis’s broad chest, then down to what Charlie could see was a fairly impressive erection.
Please, please, please fuck me, I need it .
I don’t want to go four days without being filled up!
Don’t chicken out now!
Just ask me and I’ll say yes!
“Cool, right. Good,” Otis said firmly, nodding once. “So, just as long as we’re clear, and like, you know that I’m straight, and don’t expect me to like, kiss you or shit like that. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think you’re really pretty, but, it’s a bit gay to kiss another boy on the mouth, is all. So…that’s still cool with you if we still do it?”
Fuck. Yes . Woooooooooooo yeaaaaah hoo hoo hoo shots shots shots shots shots shots boys boys boys boys U.S.A U.S.A U.S.A tits out for the lads tits out for the lads *confetti* *streamers* *champagne cork pop*
“Definitely,” Charlie said, probably way too quickly and eagerly, but he didn’t give a shit, not while he was literally gagging for it. “It’s definitely okay with me if you’re um…straight. And, I like being kissed, but it’s not a dealbreaker if you don’t want to kiss me. Christian isn’t super into kissing either. I appreciate the heads up in advance.”
“You sure?” Otis checked, licking his lips.
“I’m sure,” Charlie replied assuredly, meeting Otis’s intense gaze.
Otis’s eyes dropped to Charlie’s mouth and he slid closer to him on the bench, his voice falling to a low hum. “You sure you’re okay to just be my little hole to fill up, then?”
Charlie groaned, his dick firming up in his pants at the rough edge in Otis’s voice, at his de-grading choice of words.
This was new.
Charlie liked it.
He liked it a lot .
“ Definitely okay,” Charlie answered breathily.
“Cool. Well, let’s go to my place. My dad works night shifts, he’s always out from four o’clock.”
So, off they went.
Otis was different again to both Sai and Christian, so much so that Charlie couldn’t believe how lucky he was, that he’d somehow found 3 fit rugby lads to have sex with, all who seemed to be into slightly different things.
Sai liked talking to Charlie but it was mostly nice things, compliments and such.
Christian preferred not to talk at all (good lord was he ever the loud grunter, though, like a boar in heat). The boy had a very nice dick and all, and some seriously impressive stamina, but, he wasn’t exactly overly blessed in the brain department. He had all the conversational charm and charisma of a wet dish sponge. It’s amazing, Charlie reflected, while Otis roughly fingered him open, what I’ll endure for a decent dicking.
But, Charlie quickly found out, Otis was a dirty talker, with a predilection to slip into de-gradation at times. His cock was about as short as Sai’s but slightly thicker, and his balls hung lower, and Charlie loved the sound and feel of them as they slapped up wetly against the curve of his arse.
“Fucking, so fucking good, your hole is so tight,” Otis muttered at him later that afternoon, during their first time together. “Do you love me ramming this little twink fairy fuck hole of yours?”
“Yes,” Charlie gasped out, rutting into the mattress. “I love it, I fucking love it. Fucking give it to me.”
“Yeah? Can you take it?”
“Yeah, yes, go harder, you won’t hurt me, I can take it. Give me all you’ve got!”
Otis doubled down on his efforts, thrusting in and out with that special athletic vigour of the hale and hearty rugby player.
Blessed be the homosexual gods who invented football.
“Been thinking about stretching you open for weeks now. Been doing so bad at school - I’m failing fucking everything - too distracted looking at you in class, in math, thinking about how I was gonna tear open your tiny ring with my fat rod, then cum all over that innocent little angel face of yours.”
“Badly at - oh, fuck !” Charlie yelped, as Otis slammed it into him with particular force. “I was u-under the impression you always did badly at school? Bit rich of you to blame day-dreams about fucking me when you’ve been failing math since grade 4?”
“You sassy piece of shit,” Otis said, grabbing a handful of Charlie’s hair and giving it a pull. This was also new, and Charlie moaned. “I thought you were going to be a nice boy to me? I didn’t know I was going to be fucking a mouthy little brat today?”
Charlie hadn’t known either, frankly, until about 3 seconds ago, but, he certainly liked the idea of trying “mouthy little brat” on for size.
“Maybe I’d be nicer to you if I could actually feel you in me,” Charlie said, hoping it would rile Otis up. “Are you done harping on about your math homework, or are you ready to shut up and concentrate on giving me a proper fuck?”
“You little prick. Stay there,” Otis demanded, holding Charlie’s hips firmly down on the mattress while he fucked into him relentlessly. “Stop moving. Lie there and fucking take it like you’re meant to.”
“Thank you,” Charlie gasped.
Good Lord. Thank you ?! Who was he today?!
“There you go. Knew it wouldn’t take long before I fucked some manners into you,” Otis gave Charlie a particularly rough thrust on “manners” and it knocked Charlie’s breath around. “Who’s fucking some manners into you, hey?”
“You are, you are, Otis,” Charlie gasped.
“Get up. Get on your hands and knees for me,” Otis ordered, and Charlie complied instantly, grateful for this new angle, where he could more easily stroke himself off. He was rock hard and aching and he shuddered in relief as he took himself in hand while Otis pulled in and out.
“You gonna be a sweet boy to me, like I deserve?”
“Who says…oooft…who says you deserve it?” Charlie said experimentally, keen to discover how rough Otis was really prepared to get with him.
Otis pulled out, leaving Charlie empty and gasping in his wake, and dug his fingers into Charlie’s hips - certainly hard enough to leave a mark - and held him steady.
“Face down on the bed,” Otis said, his voice totally even and calm.
Charlie did as he said, so his cheek was pressed against the mattress, his arse hoisted high in the air as he remained on his knees.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” Otis said, pausing for dramatics. Charlie squirmed as Otis dug his fingers deeper into Charlie’s waist. “I’m gonna fuck that smart attitude all the way out of you, alright, pretty boy?”
“Yes, please, please Otis, I want it,” Charlie said, his hole open and exposed, achingly empty.
“What do you want?” Otis asked, still stationary, his fingertips the only part of himself touching Charlie.
“I want you to fuck me, please, fuck me up so bad!” Charlie yelled, his voice strangled.
“Only if you mind your manners in future,” Otis said. He tapped his hard cockhead on Charlie’s hole a few times. Charlie whined.
“I will, I promise! Please just get inside me again!”
“Only if you say sorry,” Otis said, and Charlie felt him shuffle back on his feet a little, readjusting his stance, as though bracing himself.
Charlie could feel his neglected dick leaking onto the mattress below.
““M’sorry, Otis,” said Charlie, close to coming untouched for the first time ever, and wow , have I learned something new about myself today or what?!
“Good, better. That’s better,” Otis muttered, as he slammed his dick all the way into Charlie in one swift movement, and Charlie took him in easily, his hole closing in around Otis needily.
“Yeah, yes!” Charlie screamed, as Otis continued slamming it into him seemingly with all the force available in his strong body, enough so that Charlie could barely breathe, enough so he saw little stars.
“Incredible, Charlie, fucking hell, you’re so fucking amazing at taking a cock,” Otis whispered, and Charlie lit up at the praise which he’d finally been successful in wresting from Otis’s mouth.
I could get used to this , thought Charlie.
The best thing was, Otis just lived with his dad, who worked nights and weekends. So Charlie could go and see him late on Wednesdays, after band practice, and on Saturdays too.
Soon, Charlie had a fabulously full calendar of (almost!) daily fucks:
- Mondays: Sai. Soft and sweet; top-shelf prep work. Good with the praise and liked bringing Charlie to orgasm once he was done. 6/10 cock
- Tuesdays: Christian. Desperate and athletic – good endurance, good at finding the prostate, but quiet. Brought Charlie to orgasm sometimes, other times was more content to let Charlie rut on the mattress or finish himself off. 8/10 cock
- Wednesdays: Otis. Rough and fast and dominating. Superior dirty talk. Preferred not to get Charlie off because he was “straight”. 7/10 cock
- Thursdays: Christian.
- Fridays: Sai.
- Weekends: Otis, with the occasional Sai, who would sneak Charlie in if his parents and siblings were out for the afternoon.
Yes.
Charlie Spring was satisfied.
He finally had enough dick.
Well.
Almost enough.
He still yearned for the boy he’d never have.
Nick Nelson...
His beautiful Nick, who he just had to admire from afar, who he just had to imagine and think of every time he used a toy.
Damn, this crush was severe.
And yeah, sure, Charlie had enough cock. But he got different kinds of pleasure out of each of the lads, and, as the months slipped by, he felt himself start to yearn for even more. Was it too much to ask for a big, strong lad who had a long, thick cock, who would whisper tender compliments to him, whilst fucking him hard, fucking him roughly enough that he felt his internal organs shift upwards and saw god and knew that this was the one dick he’d be satisfied to have forever? Then give him the cuddles and aftercare he craved? Then have enough stamina to go again, and again, and again, to finally sate Charlie?
No.
That was too much to ask.
What was even more to ask, and something Charlie could barely even admit to himself, was that, as they entered the final few weeks of the school year, he started desiring a deeper kind of connection.
Yes, he still wanted cock all the time. That part of his desire had not changed. He could barely fathom going more than 24 hours without being crammed full of a dick. It helped him sleep, it helped him concentrate on his school work. It gave him a bigger appetite, which helped him more easily manage his ED, and made him a more pleasant friend and brother and son to be around, and released so many good endorphins that he was positive it was doing wonders for his mental health overall and alleviating his anxiety.
But.
He also wanted something else.
He wanted companionship.
He wanted someone nice and kind. Someone to have a laugh with. Someone who liked being with him.
He was fond of Sai, Christian and Otis all in their own ways. But he felt nothing romantically for them, and knew they felt nothing for him in this respect either.
Well, Sai had been known occasionally to blurt out that he loved Charlie when he was balls deep in him, but, he would apologise later and excuse it as being said in the heat of the moment. Bless. He was far more emotional than the others. It was his most endearing quality. Christian’s was his dopiness. Otis’s was his self-assuredness.
The reality was, Charlie would have been shocked if at least one of the three of them didn’t fall at least a little bit in love with him. He prided himself on being a perfect bottom. He kept himself extremely clean and made sure he was silky smooth in the right places and neatly trimmed in others. He paid special attention to each of their peculiarities. He turned each one of them into a quivering mess as they loomed over him: time after time, week after week, month after month. It seemed no matter how often they had him, each one of them was absolutely gagging for it by the next time. Charlie was diplomatic too - careful not to pit them against one another by showing favour or comparing them. He liked that they were mates with each other, and wanted them to remain so. He’d never even accidentally called out the wrong name in bliss, a Herculean effort of organisation and concentration, he liked to think.
And of all of them, of course it’d be Sai that inevitably developed some twinge of feelings for him. Charlie would have bet a 1000 pounds that maybe Sai meant it a little bit, those few times he accidentally told Charlie he loved him while he was cumming. Charlie was happy about this. He liked being loved and loved being liked by his sexual partners. He was comfortable within himself that he’d set clear boundaries with Sai (and the others) since the start, and any feelings caught was entirely a matter for them to deal with.
Charlie couldn’t help that he was so loveable and fuckable, could he?
But maybe love had nothing to do with it, Charlie thought, one lunchtime in the library, catching up on his coursework. (He was too busy having sex most afternoons for school work, but had a little comfy corner of the library where he got his work done most lunchtimes and free periods.
A Grade Student, A Grade Bottom, Charlie thought smugly.)
Charlie knew that none of the boys ever wanted to hang out with him unless it involved their erect penis grazing the back of his throat or pushing up against the back walls of his arsehole. None of them wanted to go to the movies, or play Mario Kart, or go to the beach, or take their dog for a walk with Charlie. And this was fine with Charlie - it truly was. He loved his present arrangement with the rugby lads — it was fuss free, respectful, done totally on Charlie’s terms, and gave him copious amounts of physical pleasure — more than he’d ever even thought possible. And he didn’t particularly want to go to the movies or play video games or go swimming or go for a walk with Sai or Christian or Otis either.
But he did want someone .
He wanted someone special .
Yes. This was definitely too much to ask.
So, for now, Charlie would have to get his kicks some other way…