Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2007 23:11:15 +0000
From: Kevin Berry <kgberrywriting@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Charlie's Secret Heartache pt9

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
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Now, please sit back and enjoy...

Charlie's Secret Heartache pt9

Jack was on button duty, which had now (amongst a select group of trusted
Survivors) doubled up as 'watch-the-prisoner' duty. He was feeling lonesome
for Charlie, and was very bored. He played with the spoon in his cereal
bowl, stirring the last bits of milk at the bottom as he sat on a stool by
the breakfast counter in the hatch. His mind wandered, and landed at the
pleasing topic of how he and Charlie had first got together. He had
foolishly been wanking at the computer desk, although to be fair he had
never been caught doing it before, and Charlie had walked in on him. He had
instantly felt a strong sympathy for Charlie, who turned bright red at the
sight of their leader, Jack, being caught with his pants down; then that
sympathy had turned into a strange attraction and he followed Charlie into
the shower room to confront him about his emotions, just the way his Dad had
confronted him when he caught the boy Jack masturbating one time. That had
turned him on too. Jack knew that he had come out stronger after his Dad
treated him that way - and Charlie had too. Now they had a glorious, secret,
dangerous love affair going on, and Jack loved it.

His hand reached down and stroked his stiff dick in his jeans. Man, was he
ready for a wank right now. As he touched himself, Jack realised Charlie
would soon be ready for the next step in his sexual journey. Jack wanted it
too, in fact he had longed for it ever since that blowjob in the shower,
ever since he had seen Charlie's beautiful fat prick. He wanted Charlie to
accept his new sexuality by confirming it in the final stage.

His legs swayed side to side as he sat on the stool, gently pleasuring
himself at the thought. Yeah, that was good, he thought and his legs
twitched faster and his hand squeezed his balls through the thick material
of his trousers. He imagined Charlie was squeezing his balls, beautiful blue
eyes staring into his, lips kissing his neck like he loved to, and stroking
his strong chest. The doctor's hand reached into his T-shirt and he gently
tugged on his nipples, turning him on even more, so he reached into his
trousers and stroked his long, thick dick through his briefs.

"Yeah..." he breathed quietly. He stroked the head through the soft fabric
and longed for Charlie's tongue to be doing the same. Jack unzipped his fly
and let his cock out, relieving the pressure of his jeans, and began to
stroke it, sitting in the kitchen area, the idea of being caught by Kate or
Sawyer turning him on even more. He got lost in a fantasy of Charlie sucking
him right there in the kitchen, licking his balls and sucking up his liquid
precum.

"Jack!" a voice called. Henry Gale's voice. Jack deflated at the sound.
"Jack, you there?"

"Yeah I'm here, Henry." Feeling oddly empty, he put away his man tool and
zipped up.

"I need to go to the bathroom," he called.

Jack rolled his eyes, stood and rearranged his fat, stiff cock in his briefs
so it would be less obvious to Henry. He felt aroused again as his hand
moved across the soft material. He walked over to Henry's makeshift cell,
helped him up and led him to the bathroom, thinking non-stop about his
interrupted fantasy. Henry stood by the toilet, a little more bashful than
he had been the last few times. Jack could sense something wrong in his
prisoner's attitude.

"Well, you know the procedure," Henry droned, eyeing Jack. "You know this is
completely unnecessary," he indicated to his bindings, "I'm not exactly
prone to killing people when I'm not tied up."

"We'll decide what's safe, Henry," Jack replied. As a doctor, he was quite
used to helping other men use the bathroom, and was completely unabashed at
reaching for Henry's crotch. But this time was different, and he felt
excited at the idea.

"I did tell you, you don't need to do this," Henry said as Jack removed the
trousers and briefs, and his hand felt around his soft cock.

"Come here," Jack said. He reached around Henry's body, past the restraints.
He pushed his crotch into Henry's ass. His cock was still stiff, and rested
in the crevice between cheeks. He took Henry's dick in hand, and squeezed
the silky soft foreskin gently, aiming for the bowl. The smell of his dick
hung in the air, gently arousing them. Henry closed his eyes at the feeling.

The small, fat dick in his hand burst into a thick stream of urine. Jack was
still horny and this, somehow, was turning him on even more, the idea of
having a man's penis in his hand while he peed, the breaking of the taboo of
watching him doing it. He stepped a little closer.

"Henry," Jack murmured in his ear. He pushed his stiff cock, through his
jeans, up against his bare ass, gently swaying his hips. He couldn't help
himself. He was too desperate for Charlie. He longed to have Charlie's cock
in his hand, to hold his body like he was holding Gale. As the pee stopped,
he cupped Gale's balls and began to softly masturbate the flaccid flesh.
"Ever had a guy do this to you before?" Jack asked.

"Never," Henry replied. He was breathing slowly and enjoyed the experience
of Jack on his dick as it stiffened.

Jack pulled and tugged on Gale's ball sac and played with his cock, altering
the pace between fast and slow. The warm skin against his hands, the loose
foreskin sliding, lubricated with precum. His cock gently pleasured itself
in the cradle of Henry's ass.

Soon, Henry's breathing became fast and he began to make high moaning
noises. Instinctively, Jack slowed his pace and the moans drew out.

"You've no idea how much I need this," Henry admitted. He had been a
prisoner for nearly a week and had an unusually high sex drive even before
being locked up, restrained and unable to wank.

"Oh I think I do," Jack replied, loving every sweetly forbidden moment.

He picked up his pace and Henry's knees gave way. Jack held him up with his
left forearm as he pumped and relieved his prisoner's stress, his ass
resting over his pulsing cock.

Suddenly, Henry let out, "Oh! Oh Jack, I'm going to come, I'm - uh!"

Henry's come flew a few inches and landed on the toilet seat and into the
bowl with a 'plink'. Jack let go the man's five inch dick and pulled up his
trousers over the semi-hard flesh. He led Gale back to his cell, then
returned to the bathroom and quickly jacked off himself, adding to the mess
of cum before wiping it up. He felt guilty, almost as if he had betrayed
Charlie by molesting and masturbating Gale. But he was only doing him a
favour, right?

Later on, Charlie came to visit. Jack had to explain the whole 'Henry Gale
is a secret' situation to him before he let anything on about their secret
relationship within earshot of the prisoner.

"But I didn't tell you any of this, and if anyone does let on, you don't
know OK?"

"OK," Charlie replied, shrugging. He would do anything to keep his
relationship with Jack healthy.

"Now what was it you wanted to tell me?" Jack went on.

"How did you know I had something to tell?" Charlie replied, confusedly
tilting his head to one side.

"I can see it in your eyes," Jack said, grinning. He was careful to have
walked them out of Gale's earshot, and they stood in the passage near where
the computer ticked away. "But what's wrong," he went on. He stroked
Charlie's arm to comfort him.

Charlie gained strength from Jack's gentle touch, but lowered his gaze.

"I'm really sorry Jack. I didn't mean to I -" he took a breath. He had to
say it or he'd go crazy with the pressure. "I sucked off Sawyer. And he...
kind of sucked me."

Jack let out a low, slow breath. He looked away from Charlie when he looked
up to see his response. Charlie felt the shame and guilt in him once again,
but a weight had at least lifted from his chest.

"I won't ever do it again," Charlie pleaded. "I'm sorry, I really am."

Jack hadn't been expecting this. "I gotta say, I er... well I haven't been
faithful to you. Not really. I whacked off Henry Gale."

"You what? You got right in there, didn't you?" Charlie joked. He smiled a
beautiful, schoolboy grin. "I still love you," he added.

"I guess we've forgiven each other then," Jack replied. He didn't think it
would be this simple, but he figured that it was just the way their
relationship was always going to be: the bit on the side, no matter how much
he wished it could be otherwise.

Charlie moved forwards and kissed Jack passionately on the lips, holding him
tight in his embrace.

"Thank you," he whispered over Jack's lips. "I love you, Jack."

"Just try not to do it again, OK? I love you Charlie, but I don't want to
share you." Jack didn't know where the words came from, because he knew it
would never be so. Some deep seated virtue in him put them in his mouth, and
he couldn't unspeak them now.

"What about Claire?" he asked. He still had feelings for Claire.

"That's allowed, it's not the same with women," he said, and squeezed
Charlie's ass, pulling him close so their bodies touched and their crotches
rubbed together in their trousers. They leaned against the wall as Charlie
put his mouth against Jack's, his tongue slipped inside, circling and
playfully wrestling with Jack's. Charlie pulled of the kiss, and pressed his
lips against Jack's neck sucking on the rough skin, his beard bristling
against it. He felt his prick stiffen in his briefs as he breathed in Jack's
scent, and Jack's hardness ground against his own.

Jack lay one hand on Charlie's head. He ran his other down Charlie's back
and into his trousers, squeezing on the soft ass cheeks through his briefs.
Charlie rubbed on Jack's firm pecs through his T-Shirt, and pulled on his
large, covered nipple.

"We can't do this here," Jack whispered into Charlie's ear as he kissed his
lower stubble. His cock was hard and demanded attention once again, even
though he had whacked off earlier, he knew that now he was with Charlie, he
would get equally horny once again.

"I know," Charlie replied, pulling off and gazing amorously into Jack's deep
brown eyes. You could get lost for hours in those hazel depths. "Where can
we go?"

Jack looked from Charlie to the store cupboard door and back.

"The store room? You kidding?" Charlie asked, glee lighting up his face.

"Not kidding. Let's go," Jack replied. He pulled on Charlie's arm and led
him over to the shelf-filled room. He felt like a horny teenager, secretly
making love to his crush when no-one was around.

They walked in to the dingy room where Kate had once been held prisoner by
Desmond. In the middle of the room, Jack embraced Charlie in his arms,
kissed him on the lips and stroked his hair. Then he ran his hands down
Charlie's body, affectionately, and lifted his purple T-Shirt over his head.
He looked good in his blue jeans with his chest bare. His cute pecs were
gently strong; his stomach was smooth and had just a hint of muscle to them
and his biceps curved, broad and sexy but not hunky. With his black briefs
visible against his lightly-tanned skin, his stiff dick a visible, desirable
bulge below, Jack thought Charlie was perfect, and long to pleasure his
body.

Jack lifted off his own T-Shirt and cast it aside, revealing his toned and
magnificent body. Charlie moved into Jack's bare, haired torso once again,
and Jack said,

"You want me to suck your chest?"

"More than anything," Charlie replied. He put his lips over Charlie's
gorgeous, smooth nipple and sucked, licked his tongue against the stiffening
surface, and gently bit. Charlie moaned a little as Jack's tongue danced
over the surface and his teeth enclosed, causing just enough pain to make
his dick stiffen and groan with the pleasure. Charlie laid a hand over his
head, and reached for the strong, hairy chest with the other, where he
tugged and played with Jack's own stiff nipples.

As Jack pleasure one nipple, and then the other, Charlie slipped off his
shoes then unzipped his jeans to let some pressure of his crotch. Jack
pulled off Charlie's chest and stood straight, and then removed Charlie's
jeans completely, taking his briefs with them and releasing Charlie's
six-inch, glorious penis to the air.

"You do the same, Charlie," Jack said. Charlie removed Jack's shoes and
socks, kissed his gorgeous, hairy feet and then took down Jack's trousers,
peeled away his tight white briefs and kissed Jacks' cock head. Now they
were naked, unashamed - secretly together in the store room. Charlie began
to suck a little on the head, but then Jack said, "Why don't we do that
together? Lay down."

Charlie laid down on the floor, which was hard and a little cold; he didn't
care, though, because his entire focus was on Jack's perfect body, somehow
friendlier than Sawyer's and more lovable. Jack stood over his him, knelt
around his body, then lowered down his dick into Charlie's waiting mouth.
Charlie took Jack's thick meat into his mouth, wet with precum and
salty-sweet, while Jack began to suck on Charlie. It was mind blowing to
Charlie, better than heroin: the sensations of taking your lover in your
mouth, the hard flesh on your tongue, at the same time as hot, pleasurable
wetness clamped around your own shaft, the soft tongue lapping and covering
and pleasuring every inch.

Charlie felt Jack begin to buck his hips as he deep throated his dick, and
in return gently made love to his face. Anything Jack did, he followed, and
soon they were lost in playfully copying each other's blowjobs. The only
noises in the room were the moans of pleasure, muted by the love organs deep
in the lovers' throats, and the soft clicks and rubs that came from the
slippery fluids encircling them.

He reached his hands over his head and grasped Jack's ass cheeks, firm and
strong, squeezing them, feeling them as they went. His fingers, curious,
reached over Jack's hole and gently probed it, curious and loving, as he
began to timidly lower a finger down inside.

Soon, as Jack's tongue flitted along the sensitive link of head and skin,
Charlie felt his orgasm coming. He moaned all the more as his lover's tongue
pleasuring him, so brilliantly, perfectly, an escape from the reality of the
store room. Then it stopped.

"Charlie," Jack said.

He took Jack's cock out of his mouth, and his fingers flew from Jack's hole.
His mouth felt empty and unusual. He hoped he hadn't offended Jack with his
curiosity. "What is it? Am I not doing it right?"

"You're doing perfect," he grinned, looking back. They were still in the
sixty-nine position. "Will you fuck me, Charlie?"

Charlie looked up at Jack's butt. It looked good, but his dick had never
been into another man before. He was nervous, but so curious.

"Please? It'll be OK," Jack encouraged him.

"Course I will," Charlie concluded. He loved Jack's bear body and would do
anything to please him. They sat up, out of their 69 position, and kissed
deeply, cocks and bodies rubbing, giving Charlie confidence before Jack took
to all fours. Jack was inwardly pleased that Charlie had finally reached the
final stage of sexual discovery, and was about to fuck him at last. That
sweet cock penetrating his own anal ring. That's what he'd really longed for
all this time, and he had been patient. Now he was to be rewarded.

Charlie felt a little awkward, but Jack helped him through. "Put a little
saliva on your fingers," he told him. "And slide one or two... ahh that's
right..." Charlie did what Jack told him, and lovingly fingered Jack with
his first two fingers. He felt the hole quickly open, faster than his had
done, so he put another finger inside.

He felt the ring of muscle in Jack's firm butt loosen and open up as he
fingered. The slimy hot wetness of Jack's ass was enticing to him, so
different from women, and he longed to prove his love for Jack. Placing his
hands on Jack's muscular back and leaning forwards, he asked "You ready?"

"I'm ready! Take me Charlie!" Jack moaned. His cock was stiff under his
body.

Charlie lined up his cock and inserted the head and a little shaft slowly
into the hole. It felt good, the wet warmth around his dick, and he groaned
a little, but it also felt strange. He pulled back and pushed a little
further in.

"That's it Charlie," Jack said. "All the way now, all the... ah, ah..."

Charlie pushed his cock all the way up the tight confine, his balls and
pubes right up against Jack's body, hip to hip, and pulled back. It felt
good. It felt so good. He longed to feel it again.

He pushed once more, this time less slowly and with confidence. Again,
faster, and faster and he soon built up a rhythm with Jack who pushed and
pulled with him.

"Charlie, you're amazing," Jack groaned as he felt his cock clear out his
passage way, hitting his G-Spot and pleasuring him.

Charlie felt amazing as his cock rubbed up against Jack's insides and he
fucked his lover, owning his ass and feeling his body beneath him. At Jack's
command, he reached below his waist and whacked Jack off as he fucked him,
the firm meat in his hand while his own meat slipped back and forth inside.

Soon an old familiar feeling rose up in Charlie's body as he fucked Jack on
the store room floor. His body withdrew from the reality around him as he
was whipped up into a frenzy of butt-fucking and jerking off - he could feel
his cock enlarge in Jack's inside track and the pleasure spreading down his
crock, down the shaft and into the whole of his body. He quickened his pace,
fucked with all his might and moaned, moaned like he hadn't ever before.
Then he fired his load deep into Jack, cum bursting forth from the head of
his shaft and squirting forcefully into his lover's openly receiving body.

He felt the cum, slippery, fresh and warm in Jack's body slide over him as
he withdrew and flumped onto the floor, exhausted and exhilarated. He had
just fucked his first butt. Jack stood over him, jerked off his fat
man-beast, his face beautiful and animalistic as his cum landed all over
Charlie's body, which he rubbed all over his stomach and chest with his
hands. He didn't know why, he just loved the feeling of his lover's cum on
him. Now they truly were lovers, and forever and ever: Charlie just knew.

"I love you Jack," he said, sitting up and smiling.

"Love you too Charlie," Jack replied. He sat down opposite Charlie, on one
side, and kissed him. Then Charlie moved his head down and kissed and licked
all over Jack's torso, thinking of where his cum had been on his body just
moments before. Charlie closed his eyes, drinking in Jack's body. It felt so
perfect. Both men began to get hard again as Charlie gently ran his lips
over Jack's torso, teasing his nipples, tickling his nose in Jack's bush of
black pubes.

He kissed the head of Jacks pulsing, eight inch dick and slowly drank up the
fresh flow of precum oozing from it. His lips traveled down the shaft as he
deep-throated Jack, taking in the flavour of his dick once again. He sucked
and enjoyed his dick as Jack sat back, breathing heavily with pleasure and
desire but saying nothing, letting Charlie do what he wanted with his body.

Charlie played with Jack's hairy, hung balls as he sucked. He allowed his
hands to travel Jack's thighs, manly and furry; his strong chest and
stomach; his muscular, hairless back and his firm ass. He enjoyed feeling
every part as he ate up Jack's manhood, slowly, savouring the experience. It
was a long time before Jack came, and Charlie held it back by stopping the
sucking at just the right time: he was so in tune with Jack that it was
intuition - he knew when Jack was about to reach climax, and when it came it
was equally as intense as before, and Charlie swallowed all of the cum Jack
had to offer.

When he had sucked Jack off in thanks, he got into his clothes again. As the
couple dressed together, they were full of compliments for each other,
dedications of love and gentle gropes for each others' half-naked bodies.
Jack slipped into Charlie's black briefs, and Charlie dressed in Jack's
white ones. Charlie stiffened once more as his genitalia sat where his
man-lover's goods had been just moments before, thick, stiff and racing with
pleasure.

The time came to say good-bye, and Charlie embraced Jack in one last, deep,
tongues-wrapping-around-each-others' kiss, and headed off up to the beach,
satisfied. He set his determination to make amends with Claire, realising
the hope and potential that love can put into your life. Suddenly,
amazingly, The Island was now more beautiful and awe-inspiring than it had
ever been.

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