After Charlie and me came together for the first time, I retreated to my bedroom. Every second of my thoughts consumed by what had happened. Was he into me? Would things go further? It turns out, the answer was yes to both of those questions.
Jen arrived home. I left my room to watch her from the landing, convinced that a look of ‘I’ve just swallowed your husband’s cum’ was written all over my face. She examined me from the bottom of the stairs, studied me for a few seconds, and then smiled.
Charlie left his chair in the living room and made his way towards her. He gave his wife a kiss while locking eye contact with me. He then smiled from one side of his mouth and gave me a wink.
Charlie was flirting with me! This is something that had never happened before, and it made my heart race. It also confirmed that our encounter on the sofa had ignited something between us. Instinctively, I knew it wouldn’t be long before we hooked up again, and next time I wanted him inside me.
The evening came, and by this time Luke had arrived home too. We all sat around the kitchen table to eat our dinner: Charlie, Jen, their son, and me.
“I’m so jealous,” Jen said, turning to Charlie. “Did you get up too much with your free afternoon?”
Remember, I mentioned Charlie was ex-forces? Well, you can take the man out of the forces, but you can’t take the forces out of the man; he remained as brazen as ever.
“No,” he responded, before turning his attention to me, “did you get up too much?” he enquired, his eyebrows raised in a mockingly inquisitive manner.
I was lost for words. Fumbling. No idea what to say. “N-no,” I stuttered, looking sheepishly at the food on my plate.
“Well, next time we’re home alone, you should come downstairs, and we could do something for the whole afternoon,” Charlie placing an emphasis on the final two words of his sentence.
He was so shameless to be speaking like this to me in front of his wife and son. However, to those without prior knowledge of Charlie shooting his load down my throat, I imagine the conversation sounded harmless.
“Actually, think the job’s cancelled again tomorrow so I’ll be home all day.”
I knew what Charlie meant; this was an invitation. And it was an invitation I was all too eager to accept.
“Oh, you bastard!” Jen scolded him. “I’m not home until 6.”
“I fucking hate going to work,” Luke added.
Me and Charlie would have the house to ourselves. And this time we had hours to spend with one another.
***
The next day arrived. Jen and Luke had left for work. I didn’t sleep well that night, raging hard at the thought of what Charlie and myself might get up to. Desperate as I had been to cum all night, I made do with edging, so my load was fully stored up for Charlie.
I went downstairs to find a shirtless Charlie sitting on the sofa, clad only in a pair of tight black boxers. He was resting his hand atop his crotch, gently massaging his cock. When he caught sight of me, his grip tightened and he angled his cock in such a way that I could see it was fully hard, a wet spot appearing on the cotton.
“Hey. Morning. Sorry, caught me thinking about yesterday,” he confessed.
“Hey!” I responded back. Not once moving my gaze away from his teased crotch. I was feeling much braver than yesterday, “Remember yesterday when you said you and Jen didn’t “do it” much anymore? Well, how long has it been?”
Charlie exhaled a puff of air and shook his head. “Too long! We used to fuck all the time, but now I only get it once a week if I’m lucky,” he sighed. “I’m really fucking horny, and need to fuck.” Charlie continued, sounding more frustrated than I’d ever heard him before.
While saying this, Charlie had slipped his hand inside his boxer shorts and started to wank gently, the wet spot doubling in size, some precum seeping through the material.
I felt a rush of sexual adrenalin surge through my body. I was ready. I knew what Charlie’s needs were, and I was going to satisfy them.
“Charlie…shall we go to my room?”
“Fuck yeah! Thought you’d never ask,” he replied as he practically jumped off the sofa and made his way up the stairs, me trailing behind him. He walked past my bedroom door and told me to get ready on my bed. He returned a few seconds later, a bottle of lube discreetly poking out the top of his clenched fist.
“Take your clothes off,” he instructed, using the dominant tone I’d heard the previous afternoon. I did as he ordered and removed my clothes while remaining on the bed. Desperate to cum from the all-night edging, my cock instantly hardened from the anticipation.
Charlie quickly removed his own boxers, revealing the amazingly big cock I’d been sucking on the day before. It looked even bigger when he was standing, and I was hesitant about having it inside me. I’d never been with anyone so well-endowed before, and wondered if I could take it all? Still, I’d been longing for this for years and wanted to try.
Charlie lay beside me on the bed and pulled me towards him, his hairy chest pressing against my hairless body, his muscly calves and large feet resting atop mine. Gently taking my hand, he put it onto his wet cock and motioned it up and down the shaft so that I was wanking him firmly but gently. He put his hand onto my cock, matching my rhythm as he wanked me.
And then, he took me by surprise. Charlie leaned in and kissed me. It was a strong and sensual kiss. A kiss that had the traits of someone that wasn’t ‘just’ hooking up for a random encounter – instead, it felt emotionally charged and tender.
This continued for a few minutes; our hands working each other’s shafts and kissing for so long until we had to come up for air. My hands were by now covered in Charlie’s precum, “Shit! I’m close already,” he said as he moved my hand away from his cock. He hesitated, seemed to ponder, before asking; “Do you fuck?”
Do I fuck? Well, truth be told, I’d only done it a few times before. My ass was tight, and even putting a couple of fingers up there would sometimes be difficult, never mind something the size of Charlie. But, if ever I’d wanted a cock to fuck me, it was his. This was a challenge I wasn’t backing down from!
“Yeah.”
Charlie let out an animalistic growl, jumped off the bed and stood beside me, his cock inches from my face. For a few minutes, I sucked him while he groaned with pleasure. But, it all became too much for him; “Right, I can’t wait any longer, give me your hole,” he commanded.
Charlie moved my body so I was in a position where he could fuck me doggy style. He made his way behind me, rubbing his cock against me, and leaving his sticky residue around my hole.
This was it. I was ready to take my friend’s dad inside me. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
The lube he’d prepared wasn’t needed. So turned on, the head and shaft of Charlie’s cock was soaking wet with his own juices. It made me even hornier to realise this was all because of the effect I had on him.
He slowly parted my cheeks and entered me.
It was amazing! I’d never felt this connected to someone before.
“Ow! Ow! Stop! You’re too big. Give me a second,” I pleaded, breathing like I’d just entered labour.
I heard him laugh behind me.
“What?”
“I’m not even halfway in yet.”
Oh, fuck! This was definitely the biggest cock I’d taken to date, and it was already completely filling my ass. We persevered as Charlie entered me a few more times, pain gradually being replaced by pleasure. Soon, I’d be begging for it.
“There. All in,” he said as he gently worked himself back and forth inside me, pulling back to the tip of his cock before re-entering again. Each time, he would increase the speed at which he fucked. Eventually, fucking me at such a pace that the sound of his groin hitting the back of my ass echoed around the room. His grip on my legs grew firmer with each thrust.
I’d been desperate to shoot my own load from all the wanking I’d been doing through the night and had to stop touching myself as I was close to losing control.
He kept pounding my hole, and I could feel the head of his giant cock starting to swell inside me. I knew what was coming!
Finally, he growled, “I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m fucking cumming, I’m cumming,” before he shot his load deep inside me, grunting as he did so. At this point, I couldn’t hold back any longer and shot my own massive, edged load all over the bed and pillow.
He took himself out of my ass, his cum running out of my hole, dripping onto the bed. “That was so fucking horny. We should do it again sometime,” he remarked, before ruffling my hair, kissing me one final time and leaving the room.
The sheets were saturated in mine and Charlie’s sweat and cum, reeking of his musky man-scent. I refused to change them for a week, waking in the middle of the night to find myself gyrating against them with my night boners, covering our dried-in body fluids with more precum.
I didn’t need Charlie’s dirty boxers anymore. I had the real man whenever I wanted him. And he was only too happy to oblige.
