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"What is it," Nick shifted, curling his pinned arm up around his boyfriend and pulling the smaller boy closer. Charlie was snuggled close, paying most of his attention to his phone. "Are you craving oeuf mimosa, or something?"
After a slight pause, Charlie craned his neck to look at his cuddle buddy and with a big, confused grin asked "What?"
"It looks like a hard boiled egg with a filling. Oeuf mimosa. They're, like, you take the cooked yoke out of-"
"I know what deviled eggs are, Nick!" Charlie said, rolling over to properly face the taller boy. He thrust his phone into Nick Nelson's face, letting him see properly. "That's not what these are!"
Nick squinted in confusion. On the screen was what looked like a wrapped up plastic egg, almost like the kind you'd use for egg hunts that you'd hid prizes inside. Except that one egg was selling for €6. And then his eyes flicked down to the bolded red tagline.
"Different strokes from different yolks?" Nick was quoting it verbatim, but his inflection definitely made it clear he didn't know what it actually meant.
"It's a Tenga egg. They're Japanese, I think? They're masturbation aids." Charlie's laughter spilled out of the room and filled the entire house as Nick make an exaggerated choking noise. The older boy adverted his eyes and a soft red colored his cheeks.
"Why are you- what do you wan- Charlie?"
"Well, I can't always be around to take care of this." Charlie placed his hand over Nick's crotch, and started rubbing in light half circles. Nick let out a small whimper, his body responding like any man would when being touched by someone as attractive as Charlie Spring. "So I thought we could get some of these. I've been seeing them in a lot of the porn I've been watching recently."
"You've been watching porn without me?" Nick pouted. But his cock was twitching and straining in his pants.
"You're such a whore. Getting cucked by porn was you on the edge already, doesn't it."
"You're not playing fair," Nick was trembling slightly. He'd made the mistake about a month ago. He'd sent some links to stories he enjoyed jerking off to, and of course Charlie was such a nerd he'd immediately picked up on the common thread of
cuckoldry. And he weaponized it constantly, leaving Nick hard and leaking in the most inappropriate places.
"Do you want a fair game, or a fun one?" Charlie asked, before kissing his boyfriend on his neck. "Cause I'm a big fan of the latter."
Nick groaned and shuddered, realizing that the eggs, whatever they were, could wait. He reached for Charlie's phone, desperate to find out just what kind of porn Charlie had been watching, what cuckoldry had caught his eye. And then, as his fingers touched the screen, he paused. What he wanted more than anything was to be wanted by Charlie, to be desired, and to be loved.
"Okay, fair enough," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Just promise me one thing."
"Yeah?" Charlie prompted, sliding his hand lower, teasing the sensitive skin at the base of Nick's erection.
"Promise me that when we try these things out," Nick met Charlie's eyes, his gaze intense, "that you'll always use them with me, and never without me."
The note of vulnerability was soft. Something so subtle that Nick could have said it in front of a crowd of people and only Charlie would have heard it. Charlie's grin diminished, transitioning from the wide Cheshire into something softer, quieter. More honest.
Charlie ran his fingers up Nicks arm, until he took hold of his phone and pulled it way. His thumb caressed the power button, making the device fall dark, and Charlie moved it way from them both. Behind him, out of sight and out of mind. And then his hand wat back on Nicks, fingers weaving together.
"I will never, ever, do anything you don't want. If you want to watch me with other men, it'll be something we both consent to, okay? And if he ever do it in real life, it's something you'll always have the power to put an end to, okay? In the moment, or after."
"I know, Char." Nick whispered, eyes looking away. Downcast.
"I want you to pick a safeword for me."
"What?"
"A safeword." Charlie repeated. "Something so out of the blue that when you say it I know you need me to put a stop to everything right that second. No jokes, no miscommunications."
Charlie leaned forward and kissed Nick. Charlie's lips were soft against Nick's, a gentle and reassuring pressure that brought comfort and a sense of safety. He could feel the warmth of Charlie's body pressed against his, and the younger boy shifted and moved from his side to on top of Nick. It was a solid and grounding presence.
Charlie's lips were warm against Nick's, pressing against them with a gentle pressure that conveyed tenderness and sincerity. His hand rested lightly on the side of Nick's face, his thumb caressing the bottom of his jawline. It felt the way honey tastes, sweet in that way that would make your stomach flip and your heart race.
"Chocolate Milkshake?"
"But you were so persistent about bubblegum." Charlie teased without missing a beat. Then, in a much more serious tone, "Chocolate Milkshake it is."
And they were back to kissing.
As they kissed, Nick's hands began to roam, exploring the familiar contours of Charlie's body. He pulled back just slightly, gazing into Charlie's eyes, and muttered an "I love you, Char."
Charlie's breath hitched at the words, and he swore he saw a glimmer of vulnerability in Nick's eyes. He leaned in and whispered back, "I know, babe. I'm sorry I've been so selfish. I'll try to make more of an effort to give you what you need. What you deserve."
Nick began grinding upwards, thrusting his trapped penis into Charlie's hips. He was growing more and more desperate and needy, thinking with his boner instead of his proper head. Charlie smirked and did a partial roll to the side, letting himself slide off his boyfriend and cuddle close for a second time.
Charlie was propped up on his left shoulder, leaning down at an angle to press kisses against Nick's jaw, neck, and lips. His right hand fumbled with Nick's trousers, working to unbutton them and let that beautiful monster free.
"The fuck are you cocksuckers doing?" The voice was sharp, sudden, and so shocking it caused Charlie and Nick to jerk about randomly, ending with Charlie falling off the side of the bed. There, in the doorway, stood David Nelson.
"Unfucking believable! I strike out with every fucking girl tonight, and you my own brother is getting luck with his fag." David slammed the flat of his fist against the door frame, though he didn't take his glare off Nick and Charlie. "For fuck's sake, we've got a cock hungry whore right here in the house. I should have stayed in and just taken little Charlie for a ride. Would you like that? Does the little wanker want to wank off while servicing a real fuck'n cock?"
Nick was on his feet in an instant, glaring right back at his brother. He closed the distance in the blink of an eye, and had his fist drawn back ready to throw the first punch.
"Nicholas Luke Nelson!" Charlie's voice stopped both the Nelson brothers, their attention jumping to the cute dark haired boy who was using the bed as leverage to stand up from his spot on the ground. Charlie jabbed at Nick's desk chair and growled, "Sit."
"Char, he called you a-"
"SIT." Charlie repeated. The stern dominance in his voice, in his eyes, shot right to Nicks cock. He lowered his arm, and lowered his gaze. He moved over to the desk chair and pulled it out, angling it so that when he sat down he's be facing David. David, who stood there dumbfounded at whatever the fuck just happened.
Charlie was on the move. He walked around the bed, slowing as he passed Nick. He reached out his hand and ran his finger's through Nick's auburn hair. He let out a very quite "Good boy," that Nick wasn't even fully sure was real. And then Charlie was in front of David.
"Apologize." Charlie demanded.
"What?" David seemed to shake free of whatever ensorcellment had been captivating him. "Why the fuck would I listen to a single fucking thing you say? Your mouth should be sucking my cock, no back talking to-"
The curlily haired boy glared with such an intensity that David instinctively took a half step back. Charlie matched that small movement. He reached forward and slipped his thumbs through the belt loops of David's jeans, using them to pull the older man closer.
"If you want me to take your cock, I'll have to take your apology first." Charlie said, tilting his head and biting his lip. He let the offer hang in the air, gave the Nelson brothers time to process what he's just said. Then he moved his hands, let himself properly wrap his arms around the taller brother's waist.
Charlie pressed his entire form against the bully standing in the doorway, and pressed his lips against David's neck. He bit in that special way, on that special spot, that always drove Nick wild. And his gamble paid off- he could feel David relax and practically melt into his embrace.
Charlie waited. He wanted to give Nick time to protest. To use that newly minted safeword. But Nick said nothing. So Charlie pulled away and brought his lips up to David's earlobe, nibbling briefly before repeating himself. "Apologize to your brother. And apologize to me. Now."
"I... I'm sorry," As he said the words, Charlie rewarded David by moving his hand's to the front of his jeans and popping open the button.
"You can do better than that, Bro," Charlie teased. Charlie started rubbing the palm of his hand against David's restricted erection, and added, "You need to show me that you understand what you did that was wrong, and take ownership. That's all you have to do for me to start taking ownership of this."
David's eyes fluttered closed and he let out a low moan. Charlie used that moment to glance back, and check on Nick. His boyfriend was still sitting in the chair. His fly was open, thanks to Charlie. And his cock was sticking out of the front flap of his boxers. Charlie's pupils dilated and he let out his own groan of need.
"Well, David, last chance. Apologize to Nick for calling his boyfriend a fag. NOW. Or are you worried that once I see your knob I'll know you're less of a man than your little brother?"
"I'm sorry Nick. I shouldn't have taken my bad night out on you or your boyfriend. I won't call you that slur anymore."
"Good boy," Charlie rewarded David by pushing his jeans and boxers down, letting David's massive brick of a boner spring free.
Nick watched as his brother's erect cock was revealed, and he felt his own erection throbbing in response. He couldn't believe what was happening. Charlie was playing a dangerous game, but there was something undeniably hot about it. He glanced back at his boyfriend, seeing the hunger in his eyes. Nick couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Was this what Charlie wanted? Was he sacrificing Nick for David's cock?
David turned his attention back to Charlie. "You're right. I was wrong to call you that. And I'm sorry for interrupting you two." He reached down to adjust his cock, which was now fully erect and pulsing, but was stopped by a sudden slap on his hand.
"We had a deal. I took your apology. And now I'm taking your dick. It's mine. You don't get to touch it without my permission."
Charlie grabbed the underside with one hand. David was thick and heavy in Charlies pale palm. He curled his fingers around the shaft, and started slowly stroking. Charlie too extra carful effort to make sure the Hamate section of his wrist was applying extra stimulation to the underside of David's cockhead.
David's eyes rolled back in his head as Charlie's hand expertly worked his cock. It had been a long time since he had felt such pleasure. He couldn't believe how easily Charlie had turned the tables on him. He was starting to understand why his little brother had gone gay. He might too, if he could feel this daily.
David, unable to control himself, groaned softly in response to Charlie's touch. He knew he had to take back control over the situation, before things got out of hand. His body trembling with every stroke, he grunted, "You better not stop."
And of course Charlie let go. David let out the most pitiful whimper, the kind of noise only an entitled straight boy could manage. And Charlie just help eye contact, smirking. He let his hand travel lower, grabbing a fist full of David's heavy, frustrated nuts. Charlie squeezed.
"This is far from over, David," Charlie said with a smirk, still holding eye contact with the older man. "If you ever call Nick or me that slur again, there will be consequences. And you better believe I'll make sure you feel them."
There was a sharp squeeze, just tight enough to send an explosion of pleasurable pain through David. And then Charlie let go of David's sack. He raised himself up on his tippy toes, and whispered something in David's ear. Something Nick couldn't hear.
Charlie slid his hands up David's chest, removing his shirt. He pulled the two of them backwards in the room, and David used that motion to let his pants and boxers fall down enough that he could step out of them. David was completely naked, completely in the room, and standing next to the bed were Charlie had just sat down.
David stood at the edge of the bed, his erection exposed, lust and adrenaline flowing through him. His dick was at the perfect height for Charlie to...
"Oh, FUCK." David saw an explosion of pinpoints as Charlie's warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock.
David's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a guttural moan that sent waves of pleasure through his entire body. Charlie was sucking him like a pro, using his tongue to slide inside the foreskin and stimulate the sensitive underside of David's cock. David could feel his orgasm building, the pressure growing with each suck and swirl of Charlie's talented mouth.
Nick was still seated in the chair, his fly open, his erection straining as he observed the scene unfolding. He couldn't help but feel conflicted. He knew Charlie was playing a game, was catering to him specifically, but it still made him very aroused. He couldn't deny the intense attraction he felt towards this scene, and the thought of his brother stealing his boyfriend sent Nick's mind reeling.
As Charlie continued to suck and lick, David let out a soft moan, his body beginning to tremble with anticipation. He glanced left, and caught sight on his little brother. The sight of his younger brother watching, completely aroused, made it all even more intense. Nick was hungrily watching his boyfriend devour David's cock, his own dick twitching with desire but being left untouched.
Charlie held the base of David's cock with one hand, squeezing it gently to control the rhythm of his blowjob. That got David's attention back. He looked up at David, communicating something with his eyes. David gave a small nod of understanding.
The pompous older stud reached out and ran his fingers into Charlie's dark locks. He tightened his grip just enough to have a proper handhold, and started sliding the slutty boy's face up and down on his cock like a fleshlight.
Nick couldn't take it anymore. The smell of his brother's sweat, the sound of his boyfriend gagging and slurping, the sight of David's tight bubble butt and the string of drool stretching down from Charlie's face... Nick reached down and started playing with his own needy penis.
David glared at Nick, a mix of anger and lust in his eyes. He was just now figuring out that this was his brother's kink, and he was furious that he was being treated like a prop. It was driving him insane with how much he wanted, NEEDED, to empty his sperm into Charlie. He wanted to fuck his little brother's boyfriend's brains out, and it felt like Charlie was toying with him. Just to please Nick.
"Enough, Charlie," David barked, "I can't take this anymore. I need to fuck. Now."
Charlie took his cue and suddenly let go of David, leaving the older man's cock hanging in midair.
"Nick, come here," he ordered softly, beckoning his boyfriend forward.
Nick hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But as Charlie's gaze never left his, he slowed down his pumping, and started to stand.
"No, you can crawl over here. Isn't that right David? Don't you want to see Nicky on all fours like a good boy?"
David glanced at Charlie in surprise, but played along. As he nodded in agreement he let out an, "Abso-FUCKING-lutely."
"But... good boys don't just crawl, do they Char?" Hearing his brother steal HIS nickname for Charlie shot straight to Nicks dick, and even Charlie seemed to tremble with lust when he realized what just happened. "No, good boys should be nude too. So why don't you two strip for me?"
On the bed, Charlie immediately sprung into action, stripping off his shirt and pants, tossing them onto the floor. Followed quickly by his underwear. Charlie Spring was nude, fully exposed, showing off the David Nelson. His chest was tight, and well defined. What one would expect of a track star.
His boner was perfectly average for a British boy his age, though a shadow compared to Nick or David's. But he didn't keep his dick on display for long, rolling over to show the pillowy cheeks of his pert pale as. He reached around and cupped one of his cheeks, sliding his hand into his own crack to pull the juicy ass away and expose his tight pink hole.
A hole David NEEDED to be inside right NOW.
Nick's own breath caught in his throat. Charlie was beautiful, and that fact always hit him every time he was lucky enough to see Charlie naked. He pulled his own shirt off, and stripped off his trousers and boxers. Leaving him one exposed beefy boy. A veritable himbo of attractiveness that quickly got down on all fours like Charlie had commanded.
Nick crawled closer, till at last he was at the edge of the bed. He was so very close to his brother's naked erection. It was longer than his own, though deep down Nick was proud that even at his age he was already as thick as his big bro.
"Go ahead," Charlie's encouragement drifted down. It rattled something in Nick, unfogging his brain just enough. "You've been staring at David's dick the entire time, baby. And you were so good for me. Sitting in that chair all by your lonesome. So go ahead. Have a treat."
Nick crawled closer. He sat his bare ass down on the carpet. His mouth, his pink warm lips, centimeters away from his brother's leaking prick.
Charlie's voice dropped to a whispered urgency as he spoke. "Now, Nick. Open your mouth."
Nick obeyed, his eyes never leaving the thick, swollen erection hanging in the air so close to his face. He parted his lips slightly, his eyes widening in anticipation.
Charlie shifted, siting back up. He leaned forward, grasping David's cock with one hand, guiding it towards Nick's mouth. "Suck it, baby," he coaxed, watching as Nick's lips wrapped around the head, his tongue darting out to taste the salty pre-cum that glistened there.
David's eyes widened as his little brother's lips wrapped around his throbbing erection. The sensation was unreal, his dick sliding in and out of Nick's warm, wet mouth. The feeling sent a wave of pleasure coursing through him, heightening his arousal to new levels.
"Fuck, fuck. FUCK!"
Nick slid further down David's pole, and Charlie moved his and off. Charlie watched intently, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. He reached down, stroking his own cock as Nick started sucking faster.
David groaned, his hips bucking forward as Nick's talented mouth continued worshiping him. Nick's tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of his cock. David could feel the heat building up inside him, the pressure growing with each long suck and swirl of his little brother's tongue.
The scent of arousal filled the air as David's hips bucked forward, the musky aroma of sex mingling with the heady, addictive sweat of David's pubes. It was enough to drive Nick crazy, to fuel his need for more cock. His nostrils flared and and he inhaled more and more of the scent. His pupils were dilated, and Nick's full attention was on serving the dick between his lips.
And then there was a hand in Nick's hair. He thought, hoped, it was his brother reaching down to take charge. To put a cuck like Nick in his, in its, place. But it wasn't David's hand. The angle was wrong. The soft fingers took a firm grip on Nick's hair, and pulled gently, keeping Nick's needy mouth an inch away from David's wet, messy boner.
Charlie wanted his turn. He leaned down, and kissed Nick. It was long, and frantic, and filled Nick with so much joy that the jock never wanted it to end. But Charlie didn't let it last. He didn't want David to get board after all. So when Charlie pulled away from Nick, he let his entire body slide off the mattress until he was sitting on the floor right next to his boyfriend.
He grabbed David's penis and pulled, causing the standing man to take a step closer. And then his own mouth was on David's wet cock, forcing Nick to watch. Charlie failed to deep throat it three times, the gagging sound making David strain even harder. The fourth attempt was a success, and Charlie let his nose rest their, burred in David's dark pubes for a moment, savoring the triumph.
And then, with a loud "POP" Charlie pulled all the way off David's dick, drool running down the corner of his mouth. "Sit on the bed. Nick, get your ass up there too."
David took a seat, his legs spread wide. His cock was all either of the two gay boys could focus on. Charlie took a seated position on the floor between David's legs. Nick was laying on the bed his shoulders and head near David's crotch, ready and waiting for another taste of that python.
"If you make him cum before I tell you to, I'm going to swallow a load from Ben everyday. Now get that dick in your mouth!" Charlie's threat was hot, and it made Nick feel hot. And in an instant he was back to slobbering on David's boner. With a wink and a smirk, Charlie leaned forward and started to nuzzle his cheek against David's heavy, low hanging ballsack.
And then Charlie opened his mouth and and started sucking on David's balls.
David's moans filled the room, an elated desperation as the boys worked in tandem to tease and frustrate him. Charlie and Nick were focused on him like lions pouncing on their prey, both of them ready to devour him whole.
Time seemed to slow down as the two boys continued their exploration of each David's body. David's grip tightened on the edge of the mattress, his hips bucking slightly in response to the overwhelming pleasure. Nick's tongue became more adventurous, swirling and exploring new territory on David's cock, while Charlie's traced delicate patterns on one of David's heavy eggs.
Charlie's hands wandered up to the back of Nick's head, urging him harder onto David's dick. Nick responded by wrapping his lips tighter around the shaft, his tongue whirling with new enthusiasm around the sensitive underside. The sight of his brother's face bobbing up and down on David's cock was almost too much for him to handle. He wanted to join them, to feel that dick, HIS dick, inside him.
David tried watching the scene unfold, but his eyes rolling back in pleasure as his brother worked him over. When he managed to look down at Charlie, he nearly came. That black haired boy was too cute with his cheeks puffed out and his cute little dick springing up.
"Fuck. I need you, Charlie. I want to fuck you."
Charlie let go of David's testicle. He gave it one, two, three slow licks. And then a small kiss. And another slightly higher. And two more, until he was standing and kissing Nick's cheek while the boy slurped and slobbered on David's big boner. Charlie, always a romantic, leaned around to place a final kiss on Nick's moving forehead.
"Do you really want your little bro's sloppy seconds?" Charlie asked, casting his gaze down and to the side. Feigning embarrassment. "Don't you want to prove how superior you are, Davy? There's a virgin hole right here, why not put Nicky in his place, and show me how much more of a man you are than me by taking what I've never gotten."
There wasn't a moment of silence. Nick never stopped gobbling and gagging on David's dick. But David sat there, shocked by what Charlie had said. Nick's ass was a virgin. It must be so tight, so warm, so breedable. He was going to pop his little bro's cherry.
David's mind raced with the thought of taking Nick's virgin ass. He glanced at Charlie, standing now and stroking his dick slowly. The youngest boy's eyes were closed and he was just enjoying the feeling of a perverted penis getting pumped. David looked back down at Nick's eager face on his dick. The desire for control over his sibling boiled within him, an urge to claim what was his.
"Charlie, you're such a fucking tease," David chuckled, his voice hoarse with lust. With a shake of his head, a resignation to the situation, he finally added "You're right, Charlie. I want to prove that I'm a man, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes."
With that, David grabbed Nick by the hair, pulling him away from his cock. Nick gasped for air, his eyes filled with confusion and lust. Charlie let out a small sigh, pleased with David's decision. Still stroking his dick, he walked around the bed to the nightstand that was against the wall. He rummaged through it and pulled out a bottle of lube.
"Nicky, hurry up. Move your ass!" Charlie barked, tossing the lube to David. "I want your butt facing David, I want you on your knees, with your chest touching the mattress. And I want your head hanging off the bed because you're just a slutty fucking cocksleeve."
Nick, shocked at the sudden tone change, hastily complied with Charlie's orders. He shuffled into position, his chin hanging slightly off the edge of the bed, his ass high in the air, his back arching perfectly to accommodate chest being flush against the mattress. The uncertainty of what was to come pulsed through his veins, but the ache in his groin more than made up for it.
This was the longest Nick had ever been sexually stimulated without busting his load. He was practically feral.
David, ever the pragmatist, quickly squeezed some lube onto his fingers and began rubbing it around Nick's hole, circling it with gentle pressure. Nick's breathing became ragged and shallow as the anticipation hung heavy in the air. And then two fingers were inside.
Nick groaned. He wasn't used to being on the receiving end. Even though Charlie's dick was so much smaller than his, it was still average, and Nick had never been brave enough to try taking it. And while he sometimes let Charlie stick a finger in his ass while giving him a blowie, two fingers from David's much larger hand was an invasion of unexpected proportions.
Though the generous, and copious, amount of lube was a godsend.
Charlie watched with growing appreciation as his boyfriend's hole stretched to accommodate David's fingers. Charlie's eyes burned with a mix of triumph and lust- HE made this happen. This night was because of HIM.
"You feel that, Davy?" Charlie asked, his tone a mixture of satisfaction and barely contained rage. "That's the feeling we've never experienced. That's the feeling we've been denied. And now, it's all yours. You get to take it, get to deny me my boyfriend's virginity."
Nick moaned, his body responding to the words. A long stream of precum dripped down, down, down from between his legs to his mattress.
David's fingers were now up to the second knuckle, sliding in and out of Nick's tight, virgin ass. The lube helped, but Nick still winced with each movement. Charlie could see the determination in David's eyes, the burning lust to conquer and possess. Charlie felt a similar desire throbbing in his dick.
Nick's moans filled the air as David's fingers continued to stretch and prepare him. Charlie watched with rapt attention, his own body aching for release. And then he couldn't take it anymore.
With one hand firmly gripping Nick's hair, Charlie yanked roughly. Nick gasped in response, and without any warning Charlie used that opening to shoved himself into Nick's mouth, taking him by surprise. Nick gagged slightly, but quickly adjusted to the sensation of Charlie thrusting in and out of his mouth.
After all, this was nothing compared to the massive dong he'd been worshiping minutes ago.
David watched with a mixture of arousal and awe as Charlie clamed his little brother's mouth as his own personal playground. He could feel Nick's needy hole squeeze and flex around his fingers. David leaned forward, over Nick's arched back, and kissed Charlie. It was hot, it was passion, it was a part of David's brain he'd locked away and forgotten about half a decade ago.
David couldn't take it anymore either. As he made out with his brother's boyfriend. he withdrew his fingers from Nick's ass. He was on his knees, on the bed. He positioned himself behind Nick's fat, juicy ass. And ass that was begging for more.
With a low growl, David entered Nick in one swift thrust. The feeling of being filled in both ends was almost overwhelming for Nick, as his vision exploded. He couldn't think, he couldn't see. He had no idea how much time had passed when he finally existed again.
Charlie and David were lost in the moment, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they ravaged every inch of Nick's willing holes and explored each other's mouths. It was like nothing they had ever experienced before– raw animalistic passion mixed with a tenderness of David had never been afforded. He wanted, needed, to make this the best night of little Charlie's life.
Charlie's thrusts became more erratic and desperate as he neared his release. He pulled away from making out with David. He could feel himself getting closer and closer
until finally he exploded in Nick's mouth, letting out a guttural moan that echoed through the room.
Charlie was grunting and heaving, his face twisted in the way that only a man that's just dominated a submissive bitch could imitate. He continued to thrust in and out of Nick's mouth. "Fucking take you you fucking slut. You're just a goddam fleshlight. Swallow. My. SPERM"
And then he stopped thrusting. He left his dick inside Nick's mouth, his cum mostly pumped down the bitch's throat. Charlie had one hand pressing down on the small of Nick's back, using it to support himself as he cough his breath. But David was still fucking.
Maybe it was the vibration from Nick's moans. Maybe it was the jerking and jostling of Nick's body. Maybe it was the nasty, degrading things David was muttering under his breath. But Charlie didn't do soft. And he didn't get any kind of post-nut clarity. Charlie Spring needed to cum again. RIGHT NOW.
He pulled his cock out of Nick's mouth, and gave a couple of slaps to the right side of Nick's face to get his attention. Nick made eye contact with his boyfriend and groaned when he saw how sexy and mischievous Charlie looked.
"David, do you want to breed my boyfriend tight little virgin ass?"
"Yes!" David moaned as he thrust.
"Then pull out so the slut can ride you."
David, sweating and panting, complied with Charlie's order, slowly extracting his throbbing erection from Nick's over-stretched hole. Nick wobbled slightly, trying to regain his balance. Charlie noticed his lack of stability and with a smirk, whispered into Nick's ear, "only a slut can stay upright after getting fucked like that."
Chuckling, Nick managed to find his footing and shakily turned around. David had, at Charlie's further instruction, moved to the edge of the bed. David was flat on his back, his legs handing over the edge and his feet firmly planted on the ground. Nick climbed up and straddle his brother, using his hands to spread his cheeks and line up his hole with the huge hunk of man meat he was going to be using as a dildo.
Charlie moved around, from his place at the end of the bed to the side of said bed. He stood between David's legs, watching as his boyfriend fucked himself on David's dick. Charlie reached down and grabbed the bottle of lube, applying more than enough to his own cock.
Tossing the bottle back where he'd found it, Charlie used one hand push Nick's body closer to David. The blonde boy's hot, frantic breath beat down of the older brother, and instinct kicked in. David's hands gripped Nick's hips, guiding him as he rode up and down on his cock. David leaned his head forward and kissed Nick. Deeply.
Charlie watched, letting the moment stretch on. Letting the two be intimate in a way they'd never gotten to be while growing up. The two brothers kissing passionately was a sight that made Charlie's cock twitch with excitement, and he couldn't resist rubbing gentle, affirming circles into Nick's back.
Nick broke the kiss, gasping for air as he threw his head back. David took this opportunity to nip and suck at Nick's neck, leaving marks that Charlie would surely be blamed for by their parents later. Charlie couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the display of brotherly love, but it only fueled the fire in his boner even more.
Charlie grabbed two fistfuls of Nick's plump, muscled ass. He held it in place, stopping Nick a quarter of the way down on David's cock. Leaving most of David exposed. Charlie pressed his own dick against David's bigger monster, and slowly pushed into Nick. Little by little, stretching his boyfriend more and more.
Until Charlie Spring and David Nelson were double penetrating Nick.
Nick gasped in surprise as Charlie's dick invaded, stretching his most sensitive part. He whimpered. He gripped onto the bed sheets tightly. He knew what was coming. He had seen this before, in the porn he'd been watching... and sending to Charlie as passive aggressive hints.
But this wasn't a video. This was real, raw, and primal.
David's hands moved his hands from Nick's hips, and he properly wrapped them around his brother. A tight hug. A comfort to the young man, and a way to pin him in position for the fucking he deserved.
Charlie started to thrust. Stretching Nick's stuffed hole. His cockhead rubbing and pressing into David's shaft in the special way unique to frotting. Both Nelson brothers let out long, frantic moans, and David began rutting into Nick at a faster pace than Charlie.
Nick's moans became louder, more desperate, something that could surely be heard from the street. His eyes sparkled with a mix of pain and pleasure, and anyone looking into them would have know he was seeing stars. He was lost, not seeing, not hearing. Just feeling, and gasping, and screaming in pleasure.
And he was so sweaty. And hot. And needy, and hard, and close, and...
Charlie observed the scene, his hand gripping Nick's waist tightly. He increased his pace, matching David's rhythm as the three of them became one single, writhing, beastly entity. Sweat dripped from their bodies, mingling with the lubricant as they thrust in and out, creating a slimy, sensual symphony.
Both Nick and Charlie groaned at the intensity of the experience. Their bodies burned and ached, but it only fueled the fire that roared inside them. David's thighs tensed as he thrust harder, driving himself deeper into Nick's ass. The two brothers kissed again, their tongues entwined in a primal, messy display of lust- there was no fight for dominance, no shame or hesitation. Just a need being filled.
Charlie thrust into Nick as well, his hips slapping against the plump ass that encased his erection. "Fuck, baby. Shit, Nick. NICK. Fuck, clinch your ass baby. Squeeze... ghah, ngnn, yes! Just like- fuck. FUCK."
Charlie didn't slow his pace. He rutted harder, more recklessly, as he nutted. Four, five, six powerful pumps of sperm injected straight into his boyfriend's tight formerly virgin hole. It was more than he'd ever cum in his life, and his body was on fire from pleasure and exhaustion. Charlie collapsed onto Nick's back, gasping for breath.
Charlie's cum mixed with the lube already coating David's cock and Nicks ass. Feeling Charlie twitch, and thrust, and spurt was amazing, and David felt his control slip away. Double penetrating his little brother was hotter than any sex he'd had before, and David started his own erratic thrusting.
David's thrusts became rougher, more animalistic.
David groaned as he felt his balls tighten, his load surging up his shaft, ready to be released. His thrusts became shorter, harder, more desperate. Nick cried out, his body shaking with waves of pleasure. He was so full, so stretched, so violated... and he loved it. This was raw, this was real, and this was something he'd never felt before.
"Take it like the fucking whore you are!" David shouted. It was instinctual, muscle memory that had engrained itself in his vocabulary from how often he'd had to paid for the little sex he got. He gave a final thrust up will slamming Nick's hips down, and gushed like a geyser into his little brother.
"Fuck! YES! FUCKING SO GOODD"
Nick was left with a full, leaky ass, and full leaky balls. David was laying limply under him, eyes half-closed in bliss, catching his breath. Charlie was on top of him, using Nick's back as a bed panting just as hard as David. And Nick's juicy, hungry ass was a warm, wet cocksleeve for two hard, spent dicks.
"No, no no no. Fuck, Char! I was so close." Nick was half moaning, half crying. "Please please please!"
"Hey, David." Charlie said, pulling enough of his mind together from the mind shattering orgasm to start plotting. He reached down and lightly began rubbing David's balls. "The night stand against the wall. Grab me the thing inside, and then you can head to bed."
With a groan, the kind of petulant noise teenager would make before doing as he's told, David forced his eyes open. His half-hard cock was still massive, and he pulled it out of Nick. David couldn't help but smirk at the twin moans his actions elicited from the dating duo.
As David got out from under Nick, he swung his legs to the side of the bed closest to the wall, and sat up. He opened the night stand drawer, and was met with a small trove of lube, condoms, and a couple of toys. David nodded to himself, pretty sure he knew what Charlie wanted. He reached in, grabbed it, and passed it to Charlie.
Charlie held the small novelty butt plug up, giving Nick a moment to recognize it before he pressed it to Nick's lips. Nick was too horny to think, and his mouth opened without a thought. Pure instinct. Pure need to suck. Charlie slowly pushed it in and pulled it out- he also started thrusting his dick just as slowly. He was sensitive, and the overstimulation on his cock was making him shake, but he was determined to put on a show.
"You've been a dirty little whore, haven't you baby? You're such a sick little pervert that you've corrupted your own brother. You're such a slut that getting bred by two dicks has you desperate to cum."
His mouth full, Nick still clearly moaned "Yes!"
"I think since you're just a dick crazed cum slut that's stuffed full of jizz, it's only right that we make some new rules. I think it's only fair that from now on you're only allowed to cum when your ass is full of sperm." Charlie spoke softer, more
sensually, while placing soft kisses on the back and side of Nick's neck.
"And I think if you EVER want either of these dicks again, you'd better beg David to take this butt plug and shove it up your defiled pink hole!" Charlie thrust faster as he spoke, pulling the plug out of Nick's mouth so he could follow orders.
"Please, David. Fill my ass with that plug. I want to be your little slut. I need to feel you inside me. I'll do anything, I promise. Just let me have more of you." Nick cried out, his voice hoarse from the intense pleasure.
"Please, David. I've never asked you for anything and you're a shit brother and an asshole but I know you fucking loved my tight hole and you want it again so please stuff this plug up my ass so your sicky, slimy cum stays in place a-" Nick rambled off at the speed of light, saying everything that came to his silly, broken brain. It was charming, in a way, and made David feel special.
David stole a quick glance at Charlie, and got a quick nod.
David stood up, and walked around the bed until he was standing next to Charlie. He gave Charlie's bare ass a slap, and let his hand linger there for a moment. He held his hand firm, stopping Charlie's thrusting. And then he took the butt plug in one hand and Charlie's cock in another. He pulled Charlie's wet, cum covered cock out of his little brother, and slid the butt plug into the vacancy.
David gave Charlie a couple of tight strokes, scraping a copious amount of cum onto the side of his fist. He brought that up to Nicks lips, and the brown eyed boy quickly lapped it up.
Charlie, no longer pushing the limits of how much over stimulation his cock could take, let the scene play out for about a minute. Just enough time to catch his breath and stop the worst of the trembling. Nick was licking and lapping, and practically tongue fucking David's fist.
Charlie placed a gentle hand on David's shoulder, getting the oldest's attention. David looked at him, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before Charlie softly jerked his head towards the door. David nodded, and pulled his clean fist way from Nick.
"Head down, face in the pillows. Keep your ass up and on display." Charlie ordered. Nick assumed the position as Charlie and David moved to the door. "Good boy."
They stood there for a moment, alone. Just the older brother and the boyfriend, in the doorway. Unobserved and unconcerned. Charlie broke first, giving David a tight hug, his nude body practically melting into the older man's hard, toned chest.
"You did amazing," Charlie whispered. "I'll text you later after I take care of Nick."
David placed a quick kiss on Charlie's forehead, returning the hug. "You know... I think you're the man my little bro is going to marry someday. I think you're the only man that'll ever be good enough for him."
David left. Charlie closed the door, not wanting to risk Ms. Nelson poking her head in if she got home before they woke up. He took a final breath, steeling his nerves and getting back into the headspace Nick deserved.
Charlie returned to the edge of the bed. "On your back, slut."
Nick dropped himself flat, his dick pressing down into the mattress, before he rolled over onto his back. He watched as Charlie walked around to the nightstand, pulled out a dildo, and crawled into bed. Charlie cuddled up close to his boyfriend one hand grasping Nick's desperate dick while the other brought the dildo to Nick's mouth.
"Open," Charlie instructed.
He hesitated for a moment, too focused on the feeling of a hand gliding up and down on his penis. But after a few strokes, Charlie stopped stroking. Nick let out a groan before finally opening his mouth, the cold silicone touching his tongue. Charlie smiled slyly, appreciating the obedience of his lover. With a devilish grin, he commanded, "Now, show me how much you want it, slut."
Nick didn't hesitate, he took the dildo between his teeth and began to suck it, moaning bobbing his head as though it were a real cock. Charlie's cock. Nick also began to thrust his hips, fucking Charlie's fist like a good slut. He pushed the dildo farther into Nick's mouth, filling his throat with the fake cock. Nick gagged, but didn't stop, his eyes pleading for more.
Nick opening his mouth wide as Charlie rammed the dildo inside. It was bigger than the plug, and it stretched his throat in a way that made him gag. But he didn't care. He needed this, needed it more than he could ever put into words. David had given him the best kind of love, the kind that left him craving more. His brother's cock had awakened something inside of him, and Charlie was feeding whatever that new hunger was.
Charlie held his hand still in the aid, letting Nick use his fist like a fleshlight.
"Fuck my fist like the perverted cuck you are. You're so fucking hard for me aren't you baby? Getting used like a two pence whore has you bricked and desperate to cum. Do you want to sperm for me? To you want to empty those bloated balls? I let your bull of a brother unload. Are you jealous I let him cum but haven't let you?"
Nick nodded, the movement forcing the dildo deeper in his throat. His eyes were wet with lust. He moaned out a few sentences that Charlie wouldn't understand.
Nick whimpered, unable to respond as he felt Charlie's words resonate deep within him. He thrust deeper into Charlie's hand, his hips bucking with the intensity of his desire.
David's cum was still fresh in his mouth, pulling at the base of the dildo as Charlie packed it down his throat. He felt like an animal in heat, desperate to find solace in whatever way he could. And Charlie knew exactly how to use that to his advantage.
"But you know what baby? David isn't the only one. I'm going to make you watch and Tao, as James, as the entire rugby team, as... Ben fucks me. Uses me like I just used you. That's what you want, isn't it you slutty cuck." Charlie smirked, enjoying the submission he was getting from his little slut. He started to stroke Nick's dick with one hand, but he pushed the dildo in and held it, reveling in the gagging sounds Nick started to make.
"But you know what, Nick?" Charlie asked, his voice low and seductive. He kept eye contact, made sure that even in this vulnerable moment, as Nick was choking for air, that his boyfriend felt seen and safe. At the best moment, Charlie pulled the dildo all the way out, and over Nick's gasps for air he said "You've earned this. You've shown me how much of a dirty little cuck you are, and you've made me so proud."
Nick's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly nodded. "Thank you, Char. I'll be the best cuck for you. I'll do anything to make you happy.
"That's it, baby. Cum for me. I want to feel it, feel you empty those balls of yours. Cum hard, cum fast. I want to see it all. Do it for me."
Charlie watched as his boyfriend's eyes rolled back, his body convulsed, and his dick throbbed in his hand. Nick's moans grew louder, and his body writhed, unable to contain the pleasure that coursed through him. Charlie had never felt more in control, or more turned on. He tightened his grip on Nick's dick, milking it, and urging Nick to release everything he had for him.
With renewed vigor, Nick thrust his hips, fucking Charlie's eager hand with abandon. His chest heaved, a mixture of exertion and anticipation. A desperate moan emerged from deep within his throat, urging for release. Charlie smirked, knowing that the orgasm was close. He adjusted his grip, more firmly stroking Nick's shaft.
"Do it, Nick. Let it out. Show me how much you've wanted this. Show me how much you love me," Charlie coaxed, his voice low and filled with desire.
It was as if a dam had been broken. Nick's body convulsed in Charlie's hands as he came. Streams of hot cum sprayed everywhere - across his chest, over his stomach, and even a little on his face. Charlie's hand was coated in Nick's pleasure, each jerk producing another gush but he didn't let go. He kept stroking, milking every last drop out of Nick's trembling rod as the boy gasped for breath, his eyes still filled with a mix of ecstasy and submission.
"Good boy," Charlie smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction and lust coursing through his veins. He had taken control, and his boyfriend had eagerly submitted to his every demand.
Nick took a deep breath, finally able to speak. He whispered, his voice hoarse, "Thank you, Char. That was... more than I could have ever asked for."
Charlie kissed Nick. Long, gentle, full of an affection that had no ulterior motives. Both young men were tiered. Exhausted. Utterly spent physically, mentally, and sexually. When he broke the kiss, Charlie pulled the duvet up over their nude bodies, and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.
At some point before sleep took them, "I love you, Nick Nelson."