From: jamesl@CIE.UOREGON.EDU Newsgroups: alt.sex Subject: Charles (in charge) Date: 19 Jul 90 06:34:21 GMT ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The following story is not one of my own creation. It comes from my personal archives that I have collected over the last few years. I cannot guarantee either the quality of the story or that it has never been seen here before. Also, some stories may have subject matter that may be offensive to some. I do not judge. If you have any complaints on any of the above points, please refer them to /dev/null, as I am not interested in hearing them. Thank you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. 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. 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?.... Uploaded to The Club BBS