The Thing About Charles

🏳️‍🌈 A story by Josh Terrence 🏳️‍🌈

bb/mb/oral/anal/mast/rimming/incest

Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Chapter One -- Charles can't help it 🏳️‍🌈

My hands were shaking when I reached into my pocket to fetch my house key so I could let us in. Standing behind me and holding my backpack was Todd, a cute 8^th grader who I'd been lusting after since before the start of the school year. When he finally approached me at school, my heart was racing and I had butterflies in my tummy. It was the start of our lunch period, and I was standing in line at the cafeteria. But as soon as he offered to let me suck his cock, I ditched the line and followed him to the dugout without delay.

As soon as I slipped my mouth over the end of his trophy, my ass started to shiver and I was in the throes of anal desire. When he blew his load for me, I smiled up at him and swallowed. He helped me up and even dusted my thighs off for me before treating me to a makeout session that only ended when the bell for 5^th period rang.

Now he was at my house, and my yearning for his cock was about to be sated.

I smiled shyly at my conquest when I finally got my key out of my front pocket and caught a glimpse of his sparkling brown eyes. The warm afternoon sun was beating down on us as I hastily unlocked the door, and I could see a few beads of sweat on Todd's smooth, cocoa complected forehead. His braided cornrows looked perfectly uniform, casting a gorgeous frame for his white teeth as he smiled back at me.

His backpack was hanging off his shoulders while he held my backpack in his hand. He'd taken it from me as soon as we got off the bus, and it made my heart flutter as I considered the sex we were about to have.

"You look really cute," I blurted out, then I blushed a deep shade of red and turned my attention back to the door.
When we were inside, the cool air from the AC washed over me and I quickly closed the door and set the deadbolt. As soon as the door was closed, I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him on the lips. He responded by cupping my flushed face with both hands and tilting his head to the left, then his tongue entered my mouth and I moaned with delight.

When we broke our kiss, my head was spinning with romance. So I took my beau by the hand and practically dragged him across the living room to my bedroom. With no hallway in our house, my room was just a short, 25 foot walk from the front door. And with no one due to be home until 4:30, I had a full hour to bed my stud.

Once we were in my room, I quickly engaged him in another kiss. I rested my hands on his shoulders as he filled my mouth with tongue, and I hastily kicked my shoes off without untying them. I felt his strong hands slide down my body, roaming from my shoulders down to my bubble butt. As soon as they came to rest on my globes, I felt my body shiver with desire and dug into his shoulders with my fingertips.

His tongue was delicious in my mouth as it danced with mine. I could feel it glancing off my palate over and over again while continuous waves of frisson washed over me. He gave my buns a squeeze and the shivers intensified, then he squeezed them again and again. Before I knew it, my head was swimming with sinful desire as his fingertips kneaded my bubble butt through the seat of my school pants. Unable to control my desire, I slid my trembling hands down to his fly and worked to unbutton his pants.

When his fly came loose, it splayed open and I quickly slid my hands into his pants. I felt the outline of his erection through the front of his boxer briefs and once again, the ache of sexual desire intensified and my chest started to heave. He broke our kiss and asked, "Do you think I can fuck you?"

"Yes!" I hissed, then I gave his bulge a squeeze through his undies while he grabbed the waistband of my Dockers and tugged them down. They slid off my hips and then over my buns, which practically burst out of them as he pulled them the rest of the way down. When they were puddled around my feet, I had the inclination to step out of them but was too caught up in the rapture of the moment. So instead, I stayed on task and pulled his pleasure stick out of his gray boxer briefs.

I moaned when I found myself holding 6 ½ inches of hard cock. It was way bigger than the other cocks I'd taken by a long shot, and I was aching for it to slide up my ass. My hole was practically dripping with desire as I stroked it up and down, preparing to drop to my knees so I could suck it again.

The sound of an incoming text to his phone snapped us both out of our spell. He picked up his phone and a look of panic crossed his face.

"Crap, it's my mom," he said, sounding like he was on high alert. I watched him send her a text back, then he said, "I have to hurry."

"Do you still want to..." I asked hopefully, looking over my shoulder at my needy rear end. He gave me a conflicted look, then he nodded hastily so I quickly reached under my mattress and fetched a bottle of anal lube I'd hidden there. I fingered a glob of it into my hungry bubble butt, then I stroked his cock to spread it along the length. I felt the thick network of veins against my slicked up palm and once again, my ass shivered with need.

When we were both lubed, I hastily crawled onto my mattress with my feet hanging off of the edge. My school pants were trapped around my feet, turned inside out and hanging over the edge of the mattress as my beau grabbed my hips and lined up to my hole. I felt the bulbous head of his cock press against my expanding pucker, then the glans slipped through and I felt the sizzle of anal pleasure grip me.

As his prick bullied its way up my butt, my taint was burning with unchecked pleasure and so was my groin. My hairless little wiener was standing at a 45 degree angle, all 1 ¾ inches of it tingling as my rear end swallowed Todd's length. When I felt his sparse pubic patch scrubbing the outside of my crevice, I smiled over my shoulder and rolled my hips around.

Todd winked at me and tightened his grip on my hips, then he started to thrust and I found paradise. His shaft felt like sheer masculinity as it tore along the lining of my chute, exciting the membranes and hurtling my 4'10" body into the flames of carnal ecstasy. Every stroke he fed me felt deliciously sinful as they ravaged my senses, making my rectal walls contract over and over again.

My eyes were shut tight and I had two handfuls of my blankets when he moaned and buried his dick up my butt. I felt his pelvis smash into my buns with authority, practically forcing my 85 pound frame forward. I managed to brace myself while at the same time, concentrating on the pulsing and throbbing of his pleasure stick as he unloaded his 13 year old seed up my pleasured rear end.

As soon as he pulled out of me, I scrambled to the floor, anxious to get on my knees and suck him clean. I swallowed his sword over and over again, hissing with pleasure while my bald little rod stood at attention like a flag that I raised in his honor. The sound of another text coming over his phone spelled the end of my lust filled worship of his rod, so I kicked my tangled pants and undies off, then I let him help me to my feet and we shared a final kiss.

"Will you come back over later?" I asked him hopefully, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Won't your folks be here?" he asked me, and I conceded his point with a nod.

"They won't hear us," I said, trying to convince him, and myself, that they'd never know.

"My mom leaves for work at 5:40," he told me. "I'll text you when she's gone."

This brought an instant smile to my face and I practically threw my arms around his torso while I rubbed my cheek against his chest and smelled him through his shirt. He managed to pry me off of him so I walked him to the door with no pants on and bid him farewell with a final kiss. When he was gone, I put my pants back on, then I started my homework. 🏳️‍🌈

I live with my dad Chuck, stepmom Emily and my stepbrother Joey. My parents got divorced when I was 4 and mom had a hard time keeping it together. She moves a lot and never seems to stay in one place very long. When I asked dad why she's like that, he said, "Your mom has problems that only she can fix, son. But that doesn't mean she doesn't love you."

When I was 8, dad married Emily. Up until then it was just him and me, and he always loved me and made sure I knew I was safe. My grandma and grandpa were around to make sure we had everything we needed, and they spoiled me rotten. Dad and my grandparents always joked that my only job in the family was to sit on everyone's lap and get whatever I wanted.

I was 6 when dad met Emily. Right off the bat, she spoiled me too. And so did her son Joey. He's 4 years older than me so I've always seen him as my big brother. Because of his caring nature, it was easy for me to curl up and rest my head in his lap the first time I needed his affection. He seemed to love having me around, and I loved being the cuddle monster for him. When dad proposed to Emily we were both standing by, watching with excited smiles as she held her hands over her mouth and nodded her tearful answer.

Now Joey is 15 and I still love him more than anything. I'm always excited when he gets home from football practice and I can hang out with him in the backyard while he rinses his gear off. Every night we settle on the couch to watch tv before bed and I manage to find my way into his embrace. When he rubs my back it makes me feel special, and it's not unusual for me to fall fast asleep while I'm snuggled into his side. He still calls me his little cuddle monster and I love it.

I still see mom sometimes but not as much as I used to. After dad re-married, she stopped coming around as much and now she only seems to call when she needs money. Even then, she usually doesn't ask to talk to me. I'd be lying if I said it doesn't hurt, but I know she can't help it. Dad and Emily always give her money and try to help when she needs it, but it never seems to do any good. She always ends up getting a new boyfriend or a new job and having to move again.

I was 10 when I realized I was gay, but I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone at home. I wanted to be out of the closet but I was afraid of losing my family's love the way I lost mom, so I just kept it inside. In the meanwhile I started to notice that there were certain boys in the neighborhood who were openly gay, both on the school bus and online. They were all older than me, but they seemed so comfortable with being out of the closet that I felt envious.

When I turned 11, I realized that my attraction to other boys was only getting stronger and I wanted to start having sex. I didn't really have anyone to talk to about it, though, so I kept it bottled up until I couldn't contain it anymore. I took a chance and initiated a talk with a cute boy named Matt who was in 7^th grade and out of the closet. I admitted that I was gay and we started hanging out. He talked to me about sex and kissing and crushes and all the things that I wanted to learn about.

My chance to act on my urges came when I finished 5^th grade and summer vacation was starting. Joey went to his dad's house across the country for a month so it was just me, Dad and Emily. They told me that if I wanted to, I could stay home alone during the day instead of going to grandma and grandpa's house.

With my newfound freedom, I acted quickly. With Matt's support, I came out of the closet to a few of the guys I knew were gay. Then I initiated sex with them. Everything was trial and error at first but I eventually got the hang of sucking dicks. Matt was my first -- he was so gentle and caring, guiding me and talking tenderly as I moaned blissfully around his big boy cock. When I was ready to blow a different boy, Matt was right beside me, rubbing my back and telling me what a great job I was doing as I sucked my first high school dick. Then I sucked another one, and then I was blowing guys all the time.

While I was getting the hang of sucking cock, I bore witness to Matt and all of the older boys enjoying anal sex and wanted to try that, too. Once again, Matt was my first. It took a lot of patience and practice -- I wanted to bend over and get fucked right away, but Matt made me take things slow. I enjoyed being fingered and eaten out, but I was getting anxious for the real thing.

After a lot of failed attempts, I finally had anal sex with Matt and started to crave it all the time. With the house all to myself while Dad and Emily were at work, it was easy to procure tops to come through and soothe my craving for anal intercourse during the week. When Joey came home from his dad's, he started going to football practice everyday from sunup to late afternoon. So I still had the house to myself and was having boys over every single day for sex without him knowing.

When I started middle school this year, I decided to be openly gay at school. I knew that word might get back to my family, but I wanted to be out of the closet somewhere more than anything. So on the first day of school, I donned a pride bracelet at the bus stop and the questions started. By the end of the day I was completely out of the closet at school, and I nervously waited for someone at home to find out. When it didn't happen right away, I breathed a sigh of relief and continued my ho stroll by having boys over for sex after school. 🏳️‍🌈

It was 4:30 on the nose when my stepmom's car pulled into the garage. When she came into the house through the kitchen, I smiled up at her.

"Hey Emily," I said, watching her hang her purse on the door and walk over to the table.

"Hey hun," she said, kissing me on top of the head. "Did you have a good day?"

I nodded, then I told her, "I'm almost finished with my homework."

"Good boy," she praised me, running her fingers through my brown hair and combing it to the side for me. "Let me know when you finish and I'll make sure your folders are sorted out before daddy gets home."

"Thanks," I said with a shy smile, then I got back to work while she went to her and dad's room to change out of her work clothes. When she came back to the dining room I worked up the courage to ask, "Is it okay if I have a friend over?"

"Sure hun," she said with a shrug, then she sorted through my finished homework while I worked on my last assignment. "Dinner should be ready at 6:30, Charles. Should I set another place at the table?"

I smiled at her and said, "I'll see if he can stay for dinner."

I managed to wrap up my homework before dad made it home from work, so Emily helped me organize my folders and put them in my backpack. I went to my room and fingered my horny hole while I fantasized about having Todd back in bed with me.

When I heard dad's truck pull into the driveway, I made a beeline from my room to the bathroom and washed my hands, then I greeted him with a hug.

"Hey kiddo," he said, kneeling and wrapping me up in his strong arms. "How was your day today?"

"It was really good," I said, resting my head on his shoulder. "I missed you, though."

"I missed you too, baby boy," he assured me, planting a kiss on my head. "Did you finish your homework."

I nodded my answer, then I told him, "Emily said I could have a friend from school over before dinner."

"Oh yeah?" he said with a smile in his voice. "Is he staying for supper?"

"Maybe," I said with a noncommittal shrug. "I'll invite him to eat with us."

Less than 20 minutes later, I was laying on my bed planning my rendezvous with Todd while dad and Emily made supper. I'd resolved to stay quiet while he fucked me, and wondered if we should have sex on my bedroom floor instead of on my squeaky bed. I could feel my hole moistening with desire as I thought about the various ways we could have sex undetected in my room. At 5:35, my stud texted me and I felt a powerful tremble run through me.

At 5:45 I was standing at the front window, feeling my ass shiver with need. I'd lubed it up before I emerged from my room so I could be ready for him. I could feel the excess lube practically dripping from my pucker and into the seat of my undies, adding to my desire as I waited for him to arrive. I had my pride bracelet in my front pocket, hidden from my parents, but I was planning to put it on as soon as we were alone in my room.

When I spotted him walking up to the house, I bit my lower lip and had to suppress a moan. He was dressed down in a pair of basketball shorts and a red tee that looked so sexy. I opened the front door and greeted him with a shy smile as he walked up the porch steps.

I let him in and closed the front door, then I heard dad's heavy footsteps behind me and turned to face him in a panic.

"Hey dad," I said, my voice jittery as I watched him size up my older, bigger guest. Regaining my composure, I said, "This is Todd."

"It's nice to meet you, Todd," dad said, and I could tell he was picking up on the sexual tension that I was exuding. My beau looked uncomfortable as he politely greeted my dad with a smile.

"Hi sir," he said timidly. "Thank you for letting me come over."

I watched dad's face as he started to get the picture, and felt another wave of panic wash over me. He looked down at me, then back at Todd as he nodded and said, "What grade are you in, buddy?"

"Eighth," Todd said, his voice barely audible.

Just then, Emily walked up and rubbed dad's back, then she set her eyes on Todd and me. She and dad looked over to my opened bedroom door, then she looked back at us while dad's gaze stayed fixed on my bed. She had a look I couldn't read, but I could tell she knew. She rubbed dad's back while I looked up at her with a guilty expression, then I cast my gaze back at my stud and was consumed with a brand of urgent desire that I could't help. Almost as if I were under a spell, I felt the roaring flames of lust spreading through my 11 year old body and gave in to my demons.

With my dad and Emily watching, I proceeded to my room with Todd in tow and closed my bedroom door.

🏳️‍🌈 Up Next: Charles is out of the closet, but can he stay in his pants? 🏳️‍🌈

Plus: Jared hates doing his chores, so dad made a deal. What happens when his chores are finished? Find out in, A Deal is A Deal 🏳️‍🌈

Also coming soon: Kevin loves his daddy and his brothers. But how much attention does his ass need until he's satisfied? Find out in The Bottom of the Bunch 🏳️‍🌈

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