Date: Wed, 23 May 2007 22:50:59 +0000
From: Kevin Berry <kgberrywriting@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Charlie's Secret Heartache pt6

This is a Lost fan-fiction story. The rights to these characters belong to
and are copyright protected by J.J. Abrams and Damon Lindelof and I am
using them without permission. Please send feedback to
kgberrywriting@hotmail.co.uk , it would be very much appreciated!

Now, please sit back and enjoy...

Charlie's Secret Heartache pt6

It is a familiar scene. Immense, fluffy white clouds drift across a perfect
blue sky over the horizon. Crystal waters lap and mix with white-gold sand.
Palm trees lie behind you, out of sight.

In the middle of this perfect scene sits a couple, leaning into each other,
on the sand. They are unworried about interruptions, exposure, invasions of
privacy; lovingly, they stroke and feel each other, kissing long, passionate
kisses. The bulkier of the two removes his shirt, revealing a muscular body,
and then the smaller removes his, showing a lighter frame.

They engage in another kiss. Gradually, the larger of the two slips his hand
into the other's jeans. But you can feel his hand against your own crotch, a
lover's tender hand pulling your foreskin back and forth in the tight
compounds of your trousers. Reality shifts. Suddenly you realise - the small
man is you. Paralysed in the sand, Jack's hand rubs up and down your dick,
and his deep eyes silently communicate his love for you.

"You are not a good man Charlie," Jack says, the pain, sincerity and truth
plain across his face. But the voice is not his own. A deep black man's
voice leaves from his mouth, and you cannot understand why. All the while,
he continues pumping your dick, the pleasure mounting, never stopping,
aching for release but release never arriving.

Then you look up and sun dazzles your eyes as you stare up into Eko's face.
You don't know him well, but it was he who made the final rip in the split
between you and the woman you love. He told Claire about the heroin. Your
breathing becomes shallower as Jack continues to rub your crotch.

"You are not a good man," the black giant repeats. He points to the shore.

Jack rapidly slides your foreskin back and forth.

Alone in a basket, just like Moses, Aaron drifts into the water.

Ecstasy lingers in your crotch.

"You must save him," Eko prompts gently. But the pleasure in your crotch is
too much; you cannot move. Jack's hand masturbates you so perfectly, so
wonderfully...

"Eh... Aaron!" you shout. Your breathing comes faster as you feel the
sensations in your crotch begin to become even more intense, and the baby's
piercing cries become clouded as reality fades from you.

"I have... to save....uh... him...uhhh!" Frozen to the spot, the semen
finally bursts into your jeans, clinging to your underwear as white sears
across your vision. Release at last...

***

"Aaron..." Charlie breathed, eyes opening to the wonderful world of The
Island once again. Another crazy dream, another sign about saving the damn
baby. Realisation again dawned on him as he felt wetness the clinging
uncomfortably around his genatalia. Another dream about Jack.

His hand rose to his face in disbelief. How long was it now, since he last
had a wet dream? Not since his teenage years. Everything he thought he'd
left behind was coming back to haunt him, somehow, ever since he'd arrived
here.

Under his blanket he peeled away the sodden briefs, tentatively stroking the
irritated, sensitive skin and taking in a sharp inhalation of breath. He lay
like this for a while, naked, and then rooted out clothes and dressed.

Charlie decided he should take a walk along the beach. He had not seen Jack
much recently, not at all. He was spending a lot of time in the hatch,
treating Sawyer, who had returned from the other side of The Island, with
Eko, Ana-Lucia and... what was her name? Libby. And there were a few others
as well. Despite the intensity of his emotions for Jack, Charlie somehow
didn't find Eko anywhere near as attractive. Somehow, the bulging muscles,
the decisive and strong character, the undeniable bulge that hung between
his legs... all the characteristics that made Jack so attractive to Charlie
just didn't work for him in Eko. Strangely, he had hardly any feelings for
other men at all. Sayid, Jin... nothing. As his mind wandered, he came to
the conclusion we was going to visit the hatch and see Jack himself.

Jack was taking Sawyer's pulse when he arrived, and did not notice his
arrival.

"Hey," Charlie said, keeping some distance away.

"Hey," Jack replied.

"We alone?"

"Yeah."

"I love you."

Jack looked around for the first time. Surprise flitted across his face,
then he smiled. "I love you too." He returned to Sawyers body, pressing his
hand against Sawyer's heart. Charlie's eyes surveyed the sleeping body; it
was the image of perfection. A smooth hairless chest, strength packed into
every conceivable muscle in the torso. Jealousy trickled into Charlie's
thoughts as Jack's hand lay over that muscled chest, touching the smooth
skin. He couldn't bear the thought of his hands, those masculine hands,
running over another's body, one that couldn't compare in any way to his
own. He took step towards him. He was beginning to get excited, and his cock
was semi-stiff.

"How are you..?" Charlie struggled to find the word. Feeling? Coping?
Dealing with the desire to have wild, man-on-man sex? "How you doing?"

"I'm fine. Sawyer's fine." He was wiping Sawyer's face and muscular
shoulders with a cloth, his stubble grating against the material. Was there
a hint of affection in Jack's face?

Charlie was feeling bold. He leant by Jack and kissed him on the neck. Jack
closed his eyes.

"We can't do this here, Charlie." Jack brushed him away.

"But I want you," Charlie groaned back. His erection was fully hard in his
trousers, despite the morning's earlier ejaculation.

"You knew it be would like this," Jack replied. He could feel Charlie's
erection against him, his shoulders being gently rubbed by Charlie's hands.
He too was fully erect; he had had no wet dream the previous night and had
been fantasising about Charlie a lot.

"Will you shower with me?" Charlie asked.

"No. I can't Charlie, I have to see to Sawyer."

"Yeah, that's right, Sawyer first..." Charlie let go of Jack's body. He knew
Jack must find Sawyer a more attractive man than himself. Shit, why was Jack
attracted to him anyway? He was ordinary-looking, plain and sexually
confused. Sawyer, Charlie was willing to bet, had probably slept with men
before.

"I'm a doctor Charlie! It's his life I'm caring for here! You knew it
wouldn't be easy when you asked me to choose!" Jack was starting to shout
again.

"So did you!" Charlie retorted. "You knew..." Charlie's heart melted. He
noticed two things: one, Jack's erection in his trousers, and two, the
confusion and fear in his hazel-brown eyes. He was torn, and Charlie knew he
had made the right choice. "I'm taking a shower," Charlie said, and he left
for the shower room. He was annoyed, not at Jack, but at the awkwardness of
the situation they had landed themselves in.

He was still hard, but he did not masturbate in the shower. Usually he did,
remembering the first time he had taken Jack's dick in his mouth. But this
time, he just washed, ignoring his crotch. It was difficult. Thoughts of
Sawyer's torso, his white briefs, the bulge large and tempting; his brown,
manly body; thoughts of Sawyer seducing Jack; they all kept drifting across
his mind, feelings of jealousy mingling in along the way.

The door opened, and Jack stepped into the shower room.

"Well hello there," Charlie said out loud, washing his arms and chest.

"Hi," Jack replied earnestly. "I shouldn't have shouted at you." He removed
his T-shirt. The smell of Dharma Initiative shower gel filled the air,
invisible in the steam. It reminded Jack of Charlie's blowjob.

"It wasn't fair of me to pressure you," Charlie said, simply. "I'm sorry
too."

"I still need you," he said. He slipped down his jeans. His prick was stiff
in his underpants.

"What about Sawyer?" Charlie asked.

"He'll be OK," Jack said. Off with the black briefs. A fully naked Jack now
stood in the bathroom, a powerful presence, testosterone mingling with
steam. Hairy body floating in the misty air, face set and focused. Cock,
eight inches, hard.

Jack stepped into the shower. Charlie embraced him, forgiving all his
wrongs, and they kissed. Water cascaded over the couple, each one's erection
grinding into the other's body. Jack shepherded Charlie into the wall of the
shower. It was cold, wet, hard concrete, but it supported Charlie's body
perfectly.

Charlie felt Jack's hands all over his body. They stroked, felt, grasped him
everywhere as they kissed; finally they stroked and tantalised the bottom of
his ball sac, where his fingers slowed. Charlie was gripping Jack's back for
support as he sighed as grunted. Jack too was grunting like a beast as he
slid his fingers up towards Charlie's hole. They kept eye contact as Jack
gently fingered Charlie, fingers invading and exploring his anal passage;
Jack invited Charlie to kiss him again with his gaze, and Charlie moved
forward and pressed his lips against Jack's, sliding his tongue into his
mouth, wrapping his tongue around Jack's. He could feel Jack's hairy, wet
body leaning over him, enclosing and protecting him. Soon another finger was
working away inside of him, rocking in and out, and they were enjoying the
taste of each other's mouths, the feel of each other's bodies all the while.
Before long, Jack had three of his fingers inside Charlie's widening hole.
The couple parted. Jack's warm hand moved to Charlie's genitals, feeling and
gently masturbating his six inches, his soft pouch, his round balls.

"Are you ready Charlie?" Jack murmured into Charlie's ear. His face was
close against Charlie's, bristles rubbing up against bristles.

"You don't know how long I've been ready for this, Jack," Charlie replied
with a small groan. Jack's strong hands landed on his shoulders, and turned
him to face the wall. He reached out his hands against the cold wetness, and
pointed his gaping ass hole in Jack's direction.

A firm, warm, wet head on the hole gently pushed its way inside. Shockwaves
of pain burst through Charlie, but he braced himself as Jack pushed his way
up inside, and pulled back again.

"You OK, buddy?" Jack asked. He started pushing once again.

"Don't stop," Charlie replied. He pushed his ass gently against Jack's
strokes, pulling against his retreating cock head. Up it went again, the
pace gradually rising, pleasure rising with it. Charlie's cock was solid and
aching with its lust, but he dared not touch it, since his hands were taking
his entire weight against the wall. Precum ran the length of the shaft,
glistening.

Jack's wide cock cleared its way inside Charlie's widened tunnel. Now the
pace got faster, and Charlie's moans got louder. He grunted and moaned as
each loving hit his G-spot. Even though this was still new to him, instinct
brought his ass up and down in perfect harmony with Jack's.

"Charlie, you're so good..." Jack crooned as his wet body simmered with the
pleasure he received from loving Charlie's backside. He tightened his grip
on Charlie's bucking hips. Water from the shower flowed over his back,
dribbled down his muscular arms. He shut his eyes, and bliss lit his
features, showing them in a glorious light never seen any other time.

"Shit Charlie," he moaned. The pace was quick and hard, and Jack could feel
the cum beginning to build in his crotch.

"Ohh, shit Jack," Charlie mirrored. Bursts of breath escaped his body in
short gasps. His eyes were closed, his mouth open from the sex. The pain in
his ass was becoming unbearable, as was the building of love in his crotch.
He wanted it to be released, longed for it, and he pushed his ass all the
way over Jack's dick as it rocketed in and out of him. Jack's breath became
loud, harsh and fast behind him. Hands gripped tightly on his skin. The ball
sac, loose and rubbing against his ass crack, became tight. Cum burst into
his ass, and Jack's thrusts stopped abruptly as his entire weight was thrown
into Charlie's body. Thick, sticky liquid filled his anus, flowing up and
running down his insides.

"Ohh, Charlie," Jack finally said, pulling his softening penis out of
Charlie's body. His hands guided Charlie around to face him, and he pulled
him into a deep kiss. Charlie felt his moist erection pushing up against
Jack's body, desperate to be seen to.

"Will you finish me?" Charlie asked.

Jack grinned. "Of course," he said. His hands reached down to Charlie's
crotch, and they moved to directly under the flowing water of the shower.
Jack's hand rocked gently back and forth on Charlie's foreskin.

"Ahh..." Charlie breathed a sigh of relief at the pleasure. His hands felt
the roughness of his face, explored his nose, lips and neck, the hard
muscles of his stomach and chest, the tough muscle of Jack's ass cheeks, the
rough, black pubic hair. He was so close to...

But Jack stopped.

"Don't stop, please don't stop..." Charlie begged. But Jack kneeled down
onto the wet shower floor, and his tongue licked and drank up the water
flooding down over Charlie's bollocks. Charlie placed his hands on Jack's
wet hair, guiding him, resting on him for support. Then his lips edged up
the shaft, teasing the desperately horny Englishman.

"Please just finish me, I'm so bloody horny!" Charlie burst. He needed to
come so badly; he had been waiting so long for Jack to finally give him
oral.

Jack's tongue licked and teased Charlie's sensitive head, before he finally
let the six solid inches fill his mouth to the very back of his throat. He
expertly licked and sucked the full length, his head dancing backwards and
forwards. Charlie appreciated the sight of the stubble-bearded face eating
in his manliness, willingly and lovingly pleasuring his own sexual organs,
swallowing his very own penis. The sight of his brown pubic hair by Jack's
beautiful nose was overwhelming.

The wet warmth around Charlie's cock brought Charlie magic feelings he had
never experienced before in his life. Overcome with the immensity filling
his crotch, his world froze, his body motionless under the shower water, and
his come finally spilled into Jack's mouth. Release flowed from every part
of him, into his dick and down the doctor's willing throat.

"Ohhhh..." Charlie sighed. He unleashed his final jet of come into the
doctor, then pushed away his head. He stood in the water with the doctor,
kissed him and tasted his own come from the doctor's mouth. Then the two
stood, and embraced in the warm waterflow.

Next door, a counter flipped down to its final 4 minutes, A loud alarm
sounded, beckoning someone, anyone, to enter the numbers and reset its
counter back to 180. Jack's time with Charlie was up.

In the shower room, the alarm parted the couple from a final kiss.

"You gonna get that?" Charlie asked, Jack in his arms.

"Yeah, I suppose I'd better," Jack replied. He left the shower, grabbed a
towel and headed out the door.

Charlie finished washing, dried and headed out a few minutes later. Jack was
back at Sawyer's body, checking his wounded shoulder.

"I'd better get going," Charlie said aloud.

"Alright then," Jack replied. Tenderly, he kissed Charlie on the cheek and
playfully squeezed his soft bum.

"Oy!" Charlie returned. He gave Jack one last cheerful look over his
shoulder and returned to the camp. He was happy again.

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