Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2017 08:50:42 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: CHARLIE GIVES IT UP PART FIVE CHARLIE GIVES IT UP CHARLIE GIVES IT UP - PART FIVE © Van T Z Boi 2017 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read this and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) All other thoughts were driven out of his head as Rick's tongue lapped across his bum hole, the rasping touch of the sopping tongue against his sensitive wrinkles of his pucker gave him goosebumps on his goosebumps and he shivered and shook as the chills and thrills drilled up and down his spine and spun around his body. His cocklet pulsed heavily, the foreskin already stretched, felt very tight around his glans and he sensed his cockslit bursting wider and wider. Charlie moaned as he also felt an unexpected twitch, his young balls, little tiny buds a long, long way in time from seeding, bloated within his body sending the twitching message along with the other itching tingles and Charlie moaned again. Rick's tongue pushed between the swollen boy pussy lips, the satiny ridge opening to allow the moist livery slivery entrance, Rick licked forcefully, his tongue flicking back and forth inside the hot tunnel, his lips pressed harder at Charlie's boyport, spreading the lips wider and wider, his mouth glued to the sensitive skin that writhed with complex nervendings, Charlie twitching and mewling as his legs instinctively spread wider and his boypussy relaxed allowing Rick's tongue even further ingress. Rick pursued his goal, slicking his drippy tongue further and further inside the hot channel. Charlie writhed and wriggled, his plump globes held tight in Rick's hands as Rick's mouth and tongue frenched his arsehole. `How is it that he can do that with his tongue,' Charlie wondered, his mind confused about what his bumhole was usually used for and yet the fact that Rick had entered him there and made him feel such amazing sensations obscured and clouded his mind. The amazing sensations he was currently feeling also played havoc with his senses, it was Rick's probing tongue, lapping at the so sensitive and so rewarding pleasurable nerve endings just around his boy pussy that banished all thoughts except those of pleasure from Charlie's conscience. Rick edged his finger inside the wetness, his tongue continued to lick the ridges and a second then a third finger was added. Rick slid his fingers back and forth, watching Charlie's face as the boy writhed uncontrollably on the bed. He grinned as he watched the boy reacting to his ministrations. `Charlie is one of the best boy's I've fucked,' he smiled to himself, his mind mentally counting of the boys he had known and seduced in his shot teenage span. Rick slid his fingers out of the tight hole and rubbed the sticky mess along his shaft, adding it to the drooling precum. As Charlie lay on his back, his young body still twitching from the effects of Rick's handiwork Rick settled himself between the outspread legs. A swift kiss on the tip off Charlie's pricklet and then his cock moved towards the moist entrance. "Charlie," Rick called the boy back down to earth from his sexual plateau. Charlie's eyes blinked and he opened them to find Rick's eyes gazing straight at him. His eyes posed the question his vocal chords still momentarily dumb. "Time to put me back inside you," Rick smiled at Charlie's confusion. "Take my cock in your hand and guide it into your boypussy," Rick was quietly, dominantly insistent. Unable to do anything else Charlie reached down between his legs, he had already felt the hotness rubbing against him, tentatively his fingers wound around the spongy hardness, he felt the sticky dampness and then his fingers drew the teenage prick towards his bumhole. As Rick's cockhead touched the opening lips, Charlie felt the first tremor of delights flush upwards and that itching tingle somewhere inside him twitched, demanding the only method of scratching it that there was. Charlie fed the bloated tip inside his boy pussy, Rick's subsequent thrust and Charlie's sucking muscles drew the whole of the pink skinned prong all the way down inside him. Once more Charlie felt Rick's weight on his small frame, the descending heaviness appeared almost comforting, familiar and he caught that strange personal aroma of Rick's body. Pungent and musk heavy it pervaded his nostrils working its way inside his brain, the ripe perfume of a teenager in heat confounding the seven year old in a primordial turmoil, sending his mind and body soaring away from the musty bed in the abandoned mansion. Rick began the slow movements, pushing his probing rod all the way in and then slowly out; as he enjoyed the tight caress of Charlie's love tunnel he studied Charlie's body, watching the boy teats harden and point, the fluttering of his eyes as they closed indicating the delights rushing around in the hidden mind. He felt Charlie's chest moving as the boy drew in more and more of the necessary oxygen to energise this body charging it for the electricity to come. A sudden squeeze of Charlie's muscles told him he was hitting the right spot, instinctively his cock slid back and forth across the hidden bulge. Stroking the flame of Charlie's burning desire, a desire he had unleashed and created within the tiny frame sent Rick's ego, chest and cockhead swelling with pride. "So tight and so, so hot," purred Rick his voice close to Charlie's ear, "I knew you would be a hot fuck once I got into your pussy," he kissed Charlies on the lips, gently sweet touches before he pressed hard, his tongue thrusting hard inside Charlie's lips, Charlie falling downwards his mind spinning as the combined forces of Rick's rubbing teenage cock and Rick's insistent tongue and lips sent further jolts of pure pleasure rampaging through him. Rick kissed hard, Rick fucked hard, his hands reaching beneath the slim body, sliding down the ivory pink skin until they found the plump globes of Charlie's arse. Rick clamped both his hands across the boys plumpness and pulled hard, at the same time his tongue flickered around inside Charlie's hot mouth and his cock, his cock plunged and thrust against the swelling inside Charlie's pussy, the constant attacks on three fronts, the strangely arousing sensation of being squeezed between Rick's hands and his cock sent Charlie racing over the edge. He cried out, his voice lost in the depth so Rick's mouth, his body went into orgasmic spasm after spasm as it reacted to the prolonged attack. The waves of dizzy delight fountained, spurting about and around him. Charlie once more saw the cosmos pinging across his eyelids as the hot pulsing flushes hit him again and again. The tight clutching and relaxing of Charlie's pussy around Rick's thrusting cock sent similar waves surging inside Rick and despite his intentions his balls twitched. `No, no not yet,' for a moment his mentally tried to stop the onset of his own climax but the boy's vibrating undulations against his rocketing rocket proved too much and spitting and spurting his cock exploded in the heat of Charlie's orgasm. Rick strived to prolong Charlie's joy but his cock had a mind of its own and it pulsed and throbbed as it delivered its load of teenspunk, the molten pearly essence being reheated by Charlie's own volcano. "Oh Fuck," Rick groaned, "You are one sweet fucker," he spluttered in Charlie's ear as his cock finished his final joltings. Charlie his arms, hands and legs wrapped around Rick's twitching body sought to push upwards from the mattress, his body held by the taut teenage frame, impaled against the sex sweat damp sheet. Instinctively he wanted the joy to continue and he worked his hips as best he could with the heavy weight pinioning him, for a few short desperate necessary seconds his writhings worked and then as Rick sagged heavily, spent for the moment, the delights peaked slightly then slowly ebbed and faded away. Charlie kissed Rick's shoulder, stuck as he was he could not reach further up, he floated about on the sea of satiation, a few inches away from further orgasmic delight but mentally miles and miles away. Rick floated on a similar sea as his own climax dissipated, inches apart their heads sailed on the sea of restful satiation. Both lay inert and limp as their bodies slowly drifted back to normal. Rick sighed and kissed Charlie on the tip of his nose. "That was so good wasn't it?" he nibbled Charlie's ear. "Uh-Huh," Charlie wasn't sure about what to say plus Rick's weight was feeling very heavy now as the sex tired teenage body seemed to be pushing down jarringly on his own wasted limbs. Rick sighed sensing the boy was becoming uncomfortable, besides he too felt tired. "We need as little nap," he grinned as he heaved himself exhaustedly off the well fucked frame of the listless seven year old. Charlie gazed up at Rick's torso, the teats once so hard and pointed were flattened now and as the slight draught of cooler air wafted over his naked skin he felt the tiredness of after orgasm sending sleepy waves across his mind. "Uh-Huh," he replied drowsily. Rick slipped down beside Charlie and moved the unresisting figure so that they were spooning, Charlie felt wet moist tip of Rick's spongy rather than stiff cockhead slide back inside him. `Feels nice,' he thought, then Rick's arm draped itself over his side and in moments both boys were napping. Charlie's eyes twitched as he recalled the day's event in a dream. Rick's teenage prick stiffened if not becoming fully erect as his mind too replayed the same exciting events; a little dribble of teen spunk actually oozing out of Rick's cocksplit as he experienced the memory of Charlie's cherry taking. Joined by the bridge of Rick's youthful prong the two dozed and napped as the rain continued to lash the window pane and soil even more the dank sackpile mattress in the conservatory. Rick woke first, he needed to pee, his hard dick pulsing the need inside Charlie's loose boypussy. Slowly he withdrew his cock and leaving Charlie snoozing he padded barefoot to the bathroom where he stood in front of the sink. He gazed at his naked body as he pissed in the sink, turning on the tap to flush away his yellow stream. He admired his nudity in the mirror, the muscled torso, the flat pane of his stomach and the curly bush out of which dangled his piss spent cock and taut ballsac. Gently he teased a finger around his teats, stroking from one to another, enjoying the view as he watched them peak anew. His other hand caressed his boyfucker, sliding back the lose wrinkled foreskin to expose the mauve coloured glans, he moved closer to the mirror to observe the slightly paler coloured slit lips, pressing the tip he made them open. Chuckling to himself he said softly, "Ricky's dick needs feeding again," as he made it look as though his cock was talking. His prick thickened and swelled, the soft pink skin stretching thinly as his shaft filled with blood. Gazing intently in the mirror he caressed himself watching all the signs as his teenage cock expanded. His hand smoothed down the taut teenage satiny skin, tickling over his belly button; the soft touch sending a tickle resounding inside his groin. The hand stroked down over his pride of curly hairs, the sensation as his palm passed over the tips of the bushy patch adding to his enjoyment. As he stroked his teenage cock, the fat sausage becoming thicker and fuller, the tip changing colour to a deeper mauve his other hand moved to cuddle his balls. Gently, lovingly, desiringly he squeezed, pressed and caressed the squidgy sac, revelling in the texture and friction of ball against ball. Carefully now he twisted, the sharp pain blossoming into exquisite joy as his senses absorbed the arousing embrace. His lust heightened and deepened, he admired the mirrored view of his manly teenage exhibition of his cock and scrotum. He blew his cock a kiss in the mirror, his mind imagining the sensation of Charlie's lips, his sweet boy tongue, his hot moist tight mouth sucking and swallowing him. "Charlie," he whispered, `the boy was proving to be one of the best fucks he'd ever fucked' he congratulated himself and his teenage prong on its deserving choice. Mentally he thought about the other boys, the other virgins he'd plucked in his short teenage years. "and many more to come," he promised himself as he preened in front of the mirror. A bubble of precum formed at the mouth of his cockslit, his finger dipped in the glistening globule and he sucked the fingertip tasting the sugary concoction, `as sweet as ever, he grinned at himself and transferred another glob to his mouth. Another fingertip full was massaged into his teats one by one, the sensation of the sticky texture against his sensitive tips provided another twitch of personal pleasure. For several minutes he watched in the mirror as he continued to caress himself, arousing himself to greater and greater excitement by sight and touch. The door behind him swung open, reflected in the mirror he caught sight of Charlie standing there. The sleepy look on his face was tantalising, the tousled hair sticking up and poking out in all directions was a further inducement. Charlie padded to the bowl and standing with his back to Rick he started to pee. Rick his hands still caressing his body stared at the image of Charlie's back view. The skinny boy shoulders, the exposed line of his backbone, the ivory pink whiteness of his young body, the shape of his legs and the beautiful globes of the arse he had so recently plundered. The memory of entering the tight boypussy, send shivers of expectant delights shuddering through him. Instinctively his caressing hands slowed, `no need to gild the lily,' he thought as he sought to extend his pleasure. `Don't want to cum too quickly,' he smiled. Charlie finished peeing and flopped his cocklet to shake of the last dribbles, he felt warm and slightly sore, his bumhole felt hot. He turned around, the sight of Rick's naked form caught him and he paused. As his eye took in the tall figure of the teenager, the muscular naked body almost glowing with health in his eyes, his view was drawn to the teenage sword that hung vibrant in the air. He caressed the teenage cock with his eyes, sensing a twitching itching restarting somewhere inside him. He coloured, his face reddening as he recalled the strange excitements that Rick's prick had given him. His hand slid down his back, to stroke over his pert backside, coming to rest on the gap between the warm cheeks, a finger holding in position over the puckered skin, warming at the sudden heat he felt at the tip of his fingertips. The glistening tip of Rick's cock twitched, once twice, three times it jerked as he stood there entranced. A sparkle of glittering shimmer twinkled in his eyes. Focusing he watched as the blob expanded, the clear liquid bubble shining, he caught his breath as the edge of the bubble dropped downwards, the shape changing to drool down the smiling cockhead. Charlie felt a rush of saliva flood into his mouth; already he could taste the sugary heat of Rick's juices. Charged he stepped closer, now his nose caught the musky aroma that pollinated the air around Rick. The heady scent invaded his sinus, the heavy stench of rampant teenager looking for, needing a fuck swallowed him wholly. Charlie inhaled the addictive perfume, his body heating up, his blood warming, his pulse just that little bit faster and his cocklet, empty of his piss was full of his blood, the stiff pecker pointing heavenwards or Rickwards. Charlie hesitantly yet with knowingness stepped closer to the object of his heated lustiness. Rick grabbed the youth and swung him in the air, as Charlie's body came close he too inhaled the deep delightful scent of fucked boy and ready to fuck again, it sent an immediate message to his pulsing cockhead which swelled, jerked and a drizzle of precum slowly descended to the floor. Rick held Charlie close, inhaling even more of his fuckable scent, the aroma pervaded his senses, arousing his expectations. He kissed Charlie heavily, the boy at first resisting as he sought to control his balance, then as Charlies legs wound around Rick's hips and his arms wound across Rick's back, safely anchored he returned the kiss. As their tongues duelled Charlie felt the warm moist ness of Rick's prick bouncing against his bum, occasionally the throbbing cockhead making contact with his exposed boy pussy. Rick observed their conjoined antics in the mirror, he relished the sensation too as his cockhead touched Charlie's pussy ridges and the fact that Charlie's boyrod was now stiff and rubbing against his chest. He turned slightly and pushed Charlie off him, Charlie's eyes flashing his question, carefully balancing Charlie on the marbled top beside the sinkbowl he supported him, facing the naked boy towards the mirror. "Look how beautiful you are," he sighed, "your lovely pinky white skin, the pointy tips of your teats and," his free hand stroked up the satiny torso to grasp the ivory stick, "your cute boy dick," he bent down to kiss the crimson pink exposed tip. Charlie watched in the mirror quivered as Rick's lips kissed his sensitive cocklet and he inhaled a deep draught of air, air heavy with Rick's pungent ardour tainted odour, his senses once more reeled as the delicious and unnerving perfume invaded his mind, his pricklet swelling just that iota more. Rick stood slightly behind him, his head over Charlie's shoulders, Charlie now able to lean back against Rick's chest for support, he trembled as he stood there observing his naked reflection, the hot pink teats, the blushing belly button and the slim crayon with the bright pink head that pulsed straight upwards, the tiny sac beneath stretched smooth against his groin, no sign of the still hidden gonads that would be time suspended for some boyish years yet. Charlie twitched as Rick's hand appeared and stroked his legs, his knees staggering slightly at the soft, tantalising touch. The hand continued upward, it stroked tenderly the smooth sac, pressing the squidgy fold of boyskin before sliding upwards to hold and stroke and tug and rub the ivory pink stiffness. As Charlie felt and experienced the waves of pleasure begin anew and mount and rise within himself, a part of him watched the whole performance pictured in the mirror. He watched as he trembled as the hand caressed his cocklet, the fingers now squeezing around the stretched foreskin, moving it up and down and slightly just before the pain threshold rotating it, working it hard against the outer ridge of his glans, noting just how much an effect the simple manipulation was having on him. He moaned, saw his mouth part and heard the soft sound of delight as it issued through his parted lips, saw the slight movement of his Adam's apple as the purring sound reached his ears. He lay relaxed against Rick's body enjoying both the caresses and the images. Rick's other hand smoothed upwards from his legs, the two different touches sending the further waves rolling around. The left hand moved slowly upwards as though exploring a newly discovered country. Charlie halfway already to his joy relished the combined assault of the two hands and their associated fingers. He was conscious also of the throbbing sensation behind him where Rick's pulsing teenage cock pushed at his backside. Rick gazed at the reflected image, he too enjoyed seeing at first hand the effect of his hands on Charlie's body and the looks caught in his ever changing eyes as the internal onslaught of his nerves sent the boy soaring in different avenues. He felt his cockhead make contact with the satiny smooth silkiness of Charlie's cheeks, his thought still intent on the hot tunnel he would be probing, would be filling, would be fucking; but not just yet. Oblivious Charlie writhed and shivered, trembling with the twitching of the increasing tingle itch inside him. He felt his pricklet heat up and heat up, the strange exciting sensations as Rick's fingers rubbed, stroked and squeezed his glans, his foreskin and his slim shaft rolled over and over and through him, the hot tingle inside his legs pulsed, demanding, insisting, commanding attention. The heated tingle then exploded, Charlie watched as he saw his eyes blink and his body convulse as the extreme pleasure flooded through him. He saw and felt the comets orbit across his flashing eyes, the sparkling trails glittering over his eyeballs and yet he observed it all in the mirror. Rick's dominating smile as he brought Charlie to his boyjoy was another texture of emotion to add to Charlie's memories and as he sank against Rick's chest, his knees buckling as his orgasm hit his epicentre, he felt awesome and yet comforted by the hand that now held him tight against Rick's chest, he could feel Rick's heartbeat, noted its pulse was elevated, close to his own which was now slowing as the delight ebbed deliciously away, Rick's constant caressing of his cocklet extending the climactic delight, sating for a moment the insistent tingle inside him. Rick sighed, his chest pulsating as he watched the joy of Charlie's dry cum exposed to his total view in the mirror, his smile of absolute dominance a true reflection of his mental state. He held the twitching boy, full knowledge that he would move towards penetration in a matter of moments, he savoured the sensation of a vulnerable but willing boy now in his complete control. Charlie grunted as Rick's hand across his chest pulled inwards when Rick swung his around to carry him out of the bathroom. He grunted, sucking in his breaths, knowing that the pleasure was not yet at an end. The flashing glimpse of Rick's fat cockhead, the tip glittering with pearlessence caught his eyes momentarily as Rick stalked towards the bed. He grunted again as he was thrown on the mattress, the cold material a huge contrast to his heated state. Automatically his legs opened, wider and wider, his hands moving to grab the steely pink hardness, to place the moistness at his boypussy lips, his hips lowering as the fat thick prong slid inside his volcano which awaited an eruption. Ruthlessly Rick shoved his cock back and forth, the entire length was alive with sensation; the warm moistness of his still present spunk, the heated membrane of Charlie's boy pussy, the touch of the slight swelling where Charlie passion button lay. He fucked hard and deep, plunging his swelling teenage prong as far as it would go. Charlie writhed relentlessly underneath his pressing weight, caught up in the fury of Rick's lusting thrusting, he panted and gasped as thrust after thrust hit his young body before he had time to complete a breath. His tingling itch expanded and grew, the hot tingling demand inside him taking him over completely. His body was merely an extension at the end of Rick's prick, a necessary convenience for a place to shove his dick and to receive the fruits of his labours. Rick moved from holding his weight on his palms, his face studying the naked form the pussy he was fucking to full press pounding, his hands once again cupped around the globes of Charlie's arse as he shoved his cock backwards and forwards. Despite it all Charlie felt the heating itch being scratched and rubbed, the lights sparkled and flittered across his gaping eyes, the stars shone brighter and brighter and then the rolling warm sensation rushed up and over and across and back down and it repeated and repeated as Charlie experienced several micro dry cums, his body shaking and shivering uncontrollably as the ecstasy bounded back and forth. Rick felt the twisting dry cums throughout his cockhead and shaft, his balls twinged, itched and then blossomed as is spunk rose once more, shooting along the hidden tubes, filling the seminal pipes, fountaining up through the spongy tissue before blurting forth, spitting with teenage fury and ardour, the flood of freshly made sperm mixing with the previous breedings, all looking for a destination that did not exist, that would never exist in the depths of a seven year old boy. Grunting and gasping with the heavy heavenly joy of teenage spunking Rick collapsed on the slight figure. Charlie grabbed at Rick's falling body, his own hips vibrated to attempt to continue the run of lustiness, to further the climactic spate of orgasm but Rick was wasted now, wasted with the hot strength of a heated hormonal teenager. Rick sank down as Charlie tried to rub up but it was to no avail and then as Rick fell into the sex wasted dreamy doze, Charlie found his whole being too had become tired and like Rick he too slipped into the sexated daze. The two boys lay dozing on the bed, Rick in his trance managing to tug the cover up and over their still entwined bodies. His mouth pressed against Charlie's ear, his saliva oozing down the earlobe as he snoozed, his cock still embedded inside the warm glove of Charlie's furrow. Charlie lay quiet, his chest moving gently as he breathed, ignorant of the weight pressing against him and ignorant of the teenage rod that stiff if not hard impaled him to the mattress, his hands were still lying across Rick's back, his face turned to the side, slowly getting damp with Rick's oozing saliva. As time passed their combined bodies melded even further, their breaths taken in conjunction with one another. Outside the storm passed, the flashes of lighting and the cracks of thunder unheard and unnoticed by the two youths. Rick woke first, groggy he inadvertently pressed hard onto Charlie's body; the sharp pain caused woke the young boy who mewled his discomfort. "S, s sorry Charlie," Rick groaned his apology, his bones ached, especially the one that lay inert in its warm moist enclosure. "Oh fuck," Rick sighed as he calmly slid his dick out of its home, acknowledging the annoyance part of his brain felt at the removal. He moved to the side of the bed and feeling with his bare feet, he found the floor and balancing himself managed to sit up. Once more the need to piss twinged him as his bladder urged for release. Charlie similarly too sat up, a similar urge besetting his own bladder. Together and yet apart in their minds they padded to the bathroom to piss in the bowl. Rick once more found himself observing his body in the mirror, he felt and saw the drained look. `That boy is one hell of a fuck,' he thought as he watched Charlie tug his dicklet, spraying the last few drops into the air. Rick raised his hand to smooth his tousled hair and a waft of his body odour whiffed across his nose. `Fuck do I stink,' he thought and looking at Charlie decided that the boy also stank of sex He checked the cylinder, the water was still warm if not hot. It was the work of a few moments to put the plug in the bath and run just the hot water tap. Charlie giggled as Rick held him high before dropping him feet first into the warm puddle. The two washed each other, soaping up backs and cocks, playing sexily without any need to go further. Rick liked the sensation of Charlie's soapy fingers working his cock, sliding down the foreskin to clean his glans and squishing the soap against his balls. In turn he sponged Charlie's back, his fingers working across but not inside Charlie's swollen pussy, `need to keep my sperms inside,' was his dominant thought. Outside of the bath they dried each other, towelling the droplets of backs and heads, Rick checking in all of Charlie's creases, kissing the sweet smelling satiny softness just to check Charlie was properly dry. Charlie sat naked with a dry towel wrapped around him as Rick swished the bathwater round the bath, then running off the last of the warm water to clean it. He looked at Charlie, the pink scrubbed ivory skin glowing in the dark light from the window. "Time to go," he said regretfully, his hand gentle caressing his thick sausage of a cock which had thickened and swelled at the sight of the naked boy. `not just now, not this time,' he promised his prick, his mind was already making plans for his next and further assaults on Charlie's boy pussy. Charlie nodded, his eyes as ever intent on the smiling cockhead, `did it just wink at me,' he thought confused as Rick's cockslit pulsed momentarily and in full view of Charlie's sight. They dressed slowly, Charlie blushing when Rick insisted on him walking about with nothing around his middle, he wore his shirt and socks and shoes, Rick carried his briefs and shorts as they walked down the huge staircase, Rick's fat prick hanging down out of his open zipper. In the dank conservatory Charlie stared at the soggy pile of sodden sacks, remembering what had happened on them as Rick finally allowed the return of his briefs and trousers, hopping carefully he pulled them on, taking his socks out of his untied shoes before sliding his damp briefs and drier shorts over his cold skin. The damp stench of rotting sacks and other decomposing matter rose about them, rain was still dripping in from the roof, down from the leaves of the unkempt trees. The rain had stopped but it was still damp, the moisture hung in the air and every slight draught of wind carried before it a splattering of invisible droplets. The small bubbles of water clung to their clothes as they walked home, Rick pushing his bike alongside them. "See you tomorrow," Rick bent down to kiss Charlie in their usual place, his fingers sliding in down under Charlie's cocklet before pushing inside the tight lips to check the pearly pool was still held in place. "You're not wet?" Charlie's mother was happy that she did not have a bedraggled bundle of clothes to wash. "Nah we played," for a moment Charlie stuttered then facing away from his mother he added, "in a mates house." "Dinner will be ready soon," his mother turned back to the stove, "go and wash your hands." Everything went fine until Charlie stood in front of the basin and caught sight of his reflection in a different mirror. For some unknown reason to him, his cocklet swelled and rubbed roughly against his briefs, hurting him. Charlie had to open his fly with still wet hands, he stared at the slim crayon of pulsing pinkness, his hand instinctively stroking it. `I wish Rick were here,' he said to himself and a new strange but familiar pulse beat between his legs, inside him. Abruptly Charlie pushed his dicklet away, back inside his briefs, he finished washing his hand and fought to ignore the itchiness between his legs. The next day the sun shone gloriously as ever. Heartened by the knowledge that Rick would not be taking him back to the big house with the big bed he strode down the road towards the woods whistling tunelessly. Rick stepped out from the gateway and towered over him. "Hi Charlie," he grinned. Charlie felt the sudden rush of blood to his head, to his cocklet and to his hidden itch. He went red, bright red. "Er, Hi Rick," he replied falteringly. "Come on," Rick lifted him up and placed him on the crossbar of his bike, his hand cuddled him between the legs as he did so. For a moment Charlie panicked, Rick's gentle squeeze between his legs had sent a rush of expectant joy surge inside him but he did not want to visit the big house, or he shuddered, `the conservatory,' at least not just yet. To his delight Rick turned the bike in the direction of the woods. Charlie sighed and allowed his cocklet to swell and grow, he felt happier now. Rick cycled all the way to the pool and lifting Charlie off the crossbar, he placed him by the edge of the pool. "Check the dam," he instructed as he placed his bike against the tree. Charlie checked the bricks and rocks, the dam looked fine, he turned back to Rick and his heat beat faster. Rick stood there naked, his swollen cock already pointing and the tip glittering. "Come on Charlie," he smirked. Trancelike Charlie found himself taking off his clothes, the small pile grew as each item was removed. He hesitated when all he wore were his briefs, the same briefs he had worn yesterday, `Yesterday,' images and memories of the previous day blinked across his eyes. Rick reached down and grabbed him and held him close, the touch of the familiar warm skin, sent a message inside Charlie, then he caught his first sniff of Rick's personal aroma. At once Charlie inhaled the musky scent and his blood raced, his heartbeat just that little bit faster, his pulse raced and his hidden itch tingled hot and expectant. In seconds he was down on the grass by the pool, underneath the sheltering tree he lay back on the dewy grass, the sun shining through the leafy branches, the birds singing somewhere in the woods and Rick was kneeling between his open legs, easing them wide, wider. "No, no," Charlie whispered pleadingly his hands pushing at Rick's chest, his body wriggling beneath the teenager's heavy weight. `not here,' he was about to add when he thought better of what he would be saying. It was when he inhaled Rick's scent that his resolve faltered, as the heady hormonal teenage lusting musk penetrated his defences, the powerful perfume redolent with memories of what it proscribed Charlie felt his body relax, his legs slither wider. Rick grinned; his drooling cockhead dribbled a healthy lubricating dollop of precum across Charlie's pussy. His pulsing boy plucker made contact with the moist lips and he made his first thrust. Charlie stared upwards at the rustling leafy branches, the birds warbling songs continued and the sun shone down on the pair of youths. Rick urged his hips forward, feeling the moistness open, his prize lay before him. End of Part Five To be continued...????????????????????? 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