Cruising & Cock - I'm Addicted Pt. 22

CRUISING & COCK - I'M ADDICTED - Pt. 22

A brief resume if you haven't read the previous parts of this story.

My names Sam, I'm twenty two years old, short, muscular and addicted to cruising and cock. I love sucking cock, I love getting fucked by cock, I love spunk and piss and had, at last, realised that I was gay.

If you're confused, please have a read of the previous chapters.

To earn some extra money dad and I had started doing porn shoots together and dad had fucked me, and I'd sucked him off both on a porn shoot and when we were at home together. Dad had been offered a job at the porn studio producing porn films and he leapt at the new opportunity chucking in his old job as it was more money and certainly more fun. Dad had even dressed me up in lingerie and put me through an audition that involved me getting fucked by him, of course I passed with flying colours!!

I'd met a lad like me called Charlie, he was the boss of the porn studios son, and we were now seeing each other and certainly fucking together, he'd even called me his boyfriend and I guess we were.

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The term "son or boy" means that the character is over eighteen years of age.

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Apologies for the delay in writing and submitting this chapter.

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By the time I arrived at Charlies house late Friday afternoon the deal was all done and dusted. Dad had left his job with a nice redundancy payoff and signed on the dotted line with Charlies dads company and was now running a porn studio, Charlie was in charge of the money side of it though. Of course, Charlie and I had talked during the week, well messaged and WhatsApp'ed anyway, but nothing had been said about the business deal, perhaps Charlie thought that it was nothing to do with me and was up to my dad to tell me about it. I was so looking forward to seeing my boyfriend, that's what we were apparently, and my cock was hard in anticipation on the drive to his house. I rushed in from work, showered, shaved, douched and packed a bag, I was playing rugby on Saturday afternoon, told dad that I would see him on Monday, dad just grinned at me as if to say, "I know what you're up to son," and I jumped into the car that eventually started, I really need a new car, and the next thing I was standing at the back door of Charlies house.

Charlie opened the door before I'd even had a chance to ring the bell, he had a huge smile on his face just like I did. Charlie looked good, he was still dressed in his work clothes, he looked smart, a pair of smart trousers, polished shoes and an open neck shirt that wasn't too formal but looked good with the trousers. Charlie knew how to wear clothes well, even in sweats he looked good, he had the right height and build whereas I was a bit too short and muscular and combined with my dirty blonde hair I always seemed to look a bit scruffy, didn't help that I didn't really have any smart clothes apart from one wedding or funeral suit.

Charlie grabbed hold of me and almost dragged me inside the house kissing me hard and deep, he smelt good, he smelt of man and a trace of aftershave. When he let go of me and slide down to kneel in front of him and pushed my face into the crotch of his trousers, he was already getting hard.

I undid his belt and the button on his trousers before unzipping his flies and just pulling his trousers down far enough to expose the bulge of his hard cock. I took a deep breath and could smell his cock through his underpants. Charlie looked down at me and said, "I need to shower or at least wash my cock, it's been trapped in my pants all day, it stinks, and my arse crack is sweaty."

I just smiled at him and said, "Just how I like it Charlie," and yanked his underpants down to let his smelly cock free. I fisted his cock shaft and lifted it out of the way so I could get to his shaved balls, I licked his ballsack tasting the salty sweat. Charlie had a low hanging loose ball sack so I could suck his nuts, one at a time, into my mouth and very gently chew on them.

Charlie sighed, "That's so good Sam, I've been waiting for this all week," then he changed the subject saying, "I met your dad, he's a nice bloke," I just grunted as I was concentrating on Charlies balls. I released his balls and worked my way up his thick cock shaft, licking and slurping along the bulging vein that ran up the back of his cock. Charlie carried on talking, saying, "He's good some great ideas for the porn studio but that's up to him and dad, I'm just the money man," I ran my tongue around his exposed cockhead, concentrating on his coronal ridge and the sensitive bunch of nerves at his frenulum. Charlie moaned, "your dad drives a hard bargain about his contract, there's only him and one of the cameramen are on the books and employed by dads company and he's even negotiated a profit share," Charlie said and then grunted as I opened my mouth wide to swallow his thick cockhead, I could taste the salty sweat and the acid taste of piss. Charlie held my head and started to face fuck me, I took his cock deep into my mouth and down my throat, the thick cock shaft opening my throat up. Charlies cock was pulsing in my throat, and he pulled out slightly so that his swollen cock head was filling my mouth, and I sucked on it and was rewarded with a taste of salty precum.

I pushed one of my hands between Charlies legs and my finger found his arsehole, it was damp with sweat after being covered with his underpants all day, he moaned as I tapped his pucker, and I received another few drops of precum. I received another hard face fucking before Charlie managed to say, "I'm close to cumming," and he pulled his cock out of my mouth and looking down at me said, "don't want to cum yet Sam."

I smiled, "turn around Charlie, bend over and spread so I can get to your hole." I told him, he looked worried, perhaps he thought that I was going to fuck him, but I'd save that for later, instead I pushed my face between his arse cheeks and licked his arsehole, it tasted salty with sweat. I burrowed in so I could lick around his wrinkled pucker, Charlie relaxed his hole so I could push the tip of my tongue into him so I could really taste my boyfriend. I licked, sucked and slurped, I loved rimming an arsehole and I reached between his legs to grab hold of his rock hard cock, it was sticky with his precum that was running down his cock shaft.

Charlie grunted and stood up, so my face was pulled out of his arse cheeks, he said, "I warned you," as he turned around, pointed his cock at my saliva covered face, I knew what was coming, literally cumming so opened my mouth wide as his piss slit opened and his cock erupted firing shot after shot of his hot fresh cum into my mouth. Charlie grunted as he pushed his spunk into me till my mouth was full and then he flicked the last few drops of cum across my face. I looked up and him with my open mouth full of his cum, Charlie smiled and said, "Thats your fault for shoving your tongue up my arse. I leant back and with my mouth still open I swallowed slightly and started to gargle with Charlies spunk so that spunk bubbles came out of my mouth before with a gulp I swallowed the rest of Charlies load.

I smacked my lips, Charlie lifted me up off of my knees, pulled me towards him saying, "You're one dirty little fucker," and he kissed me hard so that our tongues were forced into each other's mouths. Charlie pulled back smiling, "I can definitely taste my own cum, reckon I can even taste my own arse," he laughed. "I'm going to put the dinner in the oven and have a quick shower and get changed into something more comfortable, open a bottle of wine Sam, I won't be long," Charlie told me and hoisted up his underpants and trousers, took the dinner out of the fridge, here's one I made earlier type of thing, put it in the oven and headed upstairs leaving me kneeling on the floor with my hard cock tenting my trackie bottoms.

I wasn't going to be left out and almost ran up the stairs undressing as I went, trainers off followed by my tee shirt and my trackie bottoms so by the time I got to Charlies bedroom, I could hear the shower running, I was just wearing my white trainer socks and my Boss underwear, I think they were a pair of Charlies anyway. I opened the bedside draw where Charlie kept the sex toys and picked out a big black butt plug and a bottle of lube smothering the plug with it. I pulled my briefs down to my knees, fingered my arsehole to get it lubed and pushed the plug into me. The first couple of inches went in easily, the cone of the plug opening me up, I grunted as the butt plug got thicker and had to push harder but I knew my arse could take it and I managed to stifle a yelp as the thickest part of the plug entered my arse and my ring piece clamped down over the neck of the plug so only the black base was on show, my arse was full of black latex. I just had time to kneel on the bed and fall forward arching my back so that my plugged arsehole was on show and the perfect height for fucking, I lay my head on the bed and turned it to one side as the bathroom door opened and a naked Charlie walked into the bedroom.

"I already told you that you were a dirty little slut who can't get enough cock and now you've just proved it, if there's no cock you stuff your hole with a butt plug," Charlie said and slapped the base of the butt plug hard forcing it right into my hole, I just groaned. Charlie stood beside me, and I watched his cock starting to fill with blood and get hard despite shooting his load earlier. I was fascinated watching his cock stiffen, the shaft swell, his balls lift and the thick vein running down his cock throb, it was his cock head that did it for me, it got bigger and bigger, his foreskin rolled back, and his piss slit opened up. The head of his cock was more like a fist that I knew he was going to batter my arsehole with. Charlie stroked his rock hard cock and asked, "You want this inside you Sam?"

"Please just fuck me Charlie, I want that inside me," I almost pleaded, Charlie smiled, picked up the bottle of lube and coated his cock with the gel.

He positioned himself behind me between my legs and grabbed hold of the base of the butt plug saying, "Better get this out of the way," I just had time to partially relax my ring piece assuming that Charlie would gently ease the plug out of my arse but I was wrong as he just yanked the big plug out of my hole in one hard pull and the wide taper of the plug forced my pucker open, I yelled, it felt like my inside were being pulled out but before I had time to think about what was happening to my arse Charlie pushed my insides back in as he pushed the full length of his hard thick long cock into my open hole. I yelled again; my gaping hole had easily taken the thick head of his cock followed by the full length of his cock shaft up to his balls.

"Thats what you wanted, the real thing in your hole," Charlie said and fucked me hard, full length fast hard pounding, I was whimpering, his balls were banging against mine as he pulled all the way out of my arse before giving me the full length back in again, he was just using my arse as a hole, no love, not being gentle but using it just as a slut hole but his cock was hitting the spot, my balls were churning and my leaking cock was rubbing against the duvet with every thrust from Charlie. I tried to pull off of his cock slightly, but Charlie grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto his length muttering, "Oh no you don't," as he stayed still and pulled and pushed me on and off of his cock which just caused me to moan even more.

I was panting as was Charlie, I was close to shooting my load, but Charlie beat me to it as with almost a roar from him he yelled, "Cumming," and I felt him shoot his hot jizz deep into my arse, hard thick shots of his cum and considering he'd only emptied his balls less than an hour ago it felt like he was firing gallons of his spunk deep inside me. Charlie carried on fucking me hard and he slowly pulled his cock out of my arse firing off one last pulse of cum coating my fuck tube as he withdrew. I heard him sigh and I went to turn over so I could wank myself off, I needed to empty my balls as well, but Charlie held me down onto the bed saying, "Keep my load inside you Sam," and he picked up the large butt plug that had been in my arsehole earlier and pushed it back into me, I took it easily as my arsehole was relaxed and open. "Pull your pants up Sam, lets go and eat," Charlie said with a big smile on his face.

I got up off the bed, a plug in my arse holding Charlies cum in. Charlie looked at me and asked, "Are those my ball bags Sam?" I just nodded, "don't you dare let any spunk leak onto those will you?" he said, I nodded again. We both pulled some clothes on and headed back downstairs, Charlie laughed at me saying, "You're walking like a duck Sam."

"So would you with all this latex up your arse mate," I answered, Charlie just laughed again. We had a great meal and a few glasses of wine; I was always amazed that Charlie produced great food and held down a day job. He stood behind me as he went to clear my plate and put his hands on my shoulders and pushed down, I yelped as the butt plug in my arse was pushed right in, I'd been carefully sitting on my chair so that the butt plug wasn't fully in my arse, but it was now.

Charlie just laughed again and asked, "Is that better Sam?" I muttered under my breathe. After dessert we both flopped down on one of the big sofas, me laying between Charlies legs with my head on his chest and watched some rubbish film and finished off the bottle of wine, it was good, I felt very comfortable even with the plug up my arse. My cock was still semihard, I hadn't cum yet despite being fucked hard whereas Charlie had shot his load twice. I snuggled into Charlie and gently rubbed my cock through my trackie bottoms till it was fully hard, Charlie laughed and asked, "You playing with yourself Sam?"

I moved quickly, jumping up to stand over Charlie who pulled himself up slightly so his head was almost in line with my crotch and my hard cock that was bulging the front of my trackies, I yanked them and Charlies underpants that I was wearing down letting my cock spring free, my cock must have stunk of precum, I grabbed hold of the back of Charlies head and pulled him towards my cock, he opened his mouth and I pushed the head of my leaking cock in and face fucked him, I tried to push my cock further into his mouth and down his throat but he started to gag, he hadn't sucked as much cock as I had and my gag reflex was almost non-existent. It didn't matter as I was close to cumming, I'd sucked cock, been fed spunk, been fucked up the arse and had a butt plug still up me stretching my arsehole open and rubbing on my prostate so Charlie was slurping my precum and my full load was about to erupt.

I didn't give Charlie any warning that I was about to shoot but just held his head firmly, pushed my cock deep into his mouth and emptied my balls shooting rope after rope of my pent up cum into his mouth, there seemed to be gallons of it, my balls were aching as they pumped their load out, Charlie was swallowing and coughing as he had to drink my cum, I pulled out of his mouth and he gasped and just to finish off I shot a stream of my cum over his face hitting him between his eyes and watching my spunk drip off of his nose.

I wasn't finished though, I reached behind me and pulled the butt plug out of my arse, I moaned as, once again, my pucker was stretched wide open, turned around and pushed my arsehole onto Charlie face, "eat me out Charlie, eat your cum," I told him. I heard Charlie try and say something, but my arse was smothering him, I pulled my arse cheeks open and sighed as I felt his tongue find my arsehole pucker, Charlie knew what to do and licked and slurped away coating my pucker with his saliva, but the best was about to come. With a grunt from me I relaxed and pushed, opening my pucker and pushing Charlies load from earlier on out of my arse. I felt Charlie try to pull away, but I just pushed my arse harder onto his face, he could either eat his load or shut his mouth and let it dribble out and drip off of his face.

There was a brief pause from him before his tongue went back to work licking and sucking at my arsehole eating his own cum as I pushed it out, Charlie worked hard till my arse was empty and cum free and I stood up and turned around, Charlie just looked at me and licked his lips, "you dirty little fucker," he said, I didn't know if that was good or bad. He jumped up and went upstairs leaving me on the sofa, I'd gone too far with him and fucked things up, I had a good thing going with Charlie and now it had ended, I should have realised that Charlie wasn't as open as I was sexually, oh well all good things have to come to an end, I picked up my clothes and started to get dressed when Charlie walked back into the room, he was naked, his cock was hard and he was holding a leather paddle, about two foot long, four inches wide and about half way along the paddle reduced down to two inches so it could be held, I shuddered, I knew what was going to happen.

I hadn't fucked things up, but I was going to pay for what I'd done. "Strip," demanded Charlie, "I warned you last time what would happen if you overstepped the mark, but you obviously didn't learn so I'll have to punish you again, bend over the sofa and present for me".

Oh God yes, I wanted Charlie to punish me, I needed to be punished so I did as I was told but suddenly I realised and said, "But Charlie, I'm playing rugby tomorrow and the lads will the marks and ask what happened."

"You should have though about that before you fed me my cum out of your arsehole shouldn't you? and its sir not Charlie," and Charlie bought the leather paddle down across both of my arse cheeks. I yelled loudly, it stung but in a good way, my cock started to harden.

"What do you say?" Charlie asked.

I remembered from the last time Charlie had beaten my arse and said, "Thank you sir, may I have another."

"Thats better Sam, of course you can," Charlie laughed and the paddle was hit my arse again hard, another almost scream from me, lucky the house was detached so that Charlies neighbours couldn't hear.

Again, I managed to mutter, "Thank you sir, may I have another please sir," and again I received another belt.

My arse was hot and stinging after six of the best from Charlie who said, "Thats enough but just remember what happens when you fuck things up Sam," I just nodded, I realised I needed to be put in my place by Charlie, but I was worried how I was going to have a shower after rugby tomorrow without my teammates noticing and commenting on it. Charlie put one of his hands on one of my arse cheeks, "it feels hot Sam, you liked being disciplined didn't you?" he asked, I just nodded, my cock gave the game away, even though I'd only shot my load fifteen minutes ago it was hard, foreskin rolled back and a drop of precum forming from my piss slit.

Charlie kicked my legs apart and pushed the head of his hard cock against my arse pucker, he was going to fuck me again, I relaxed and with a grunt Charlie entered me slowly, stretching my arsehole open again. He kept his cock still in me and lifted me so that I was almost standing upright, my back against his muscled chest, he reached around and grabbed hold of my stiff cock and gently kissed the back of my neck before slowly thrusting in and out of my arse while wanking my cock in time with his thrusts. We both sighed and as he fucked me deeper, faster and harder Charlie wanked me faster and harder, Charlies cock was fucking me at the perfect angle, he was panting hard, he was close to unloading and he managed to mutter, "Cumming," and I felt two or three shots of cum fire into my arse. Charlie gave my cock a hard wank stroke and I unloaded as Charlie carried on fucking me.

My cum shots weren't very spectacular and Charlie caught my load in his cupped hand, and he lifted his cum covered hand up to my mouth and said, "Eat your cum Sam," and I did as I was told licking my warm creamy spunk off of his hand like a cat licking up cream, it tasted good, I was doing what I was told to do by my man. Charlies cock was still in my arse and was going soft inside me and I relaxed and let it drop out from my hole followed by a few drops of his cum that he'd shot up there, I turned around, we both had big grins on our faces, I looked down at Charlies cock, it was coated in lube and spunk. We kissed, despite being spanked hard I knew that Charlie was the man for me.

Charlie broke away saying, "Come on Sam, shower, bed, cuddle and sleep, we've got a busy day tomorrow," and I just followed him up the stairs like a little lost puppy who'd found his master.

When I woke up in the morning I could hear the shower running and a few minutes later a naked Charlie walked out of the bathroom, his soft cock hanging over his big balls. I reached out to grab hold of it, but he backed out of the way smiling, "Show me your arse Sam," he told me.

"I need a shower first before we...," I told Charlie.

"Not for that, you're always thinking about getting fucked, we haven't got time this morning, going to sort you out a new car, then you've got a rugby match and I'm going out as well. I just want to look at your arse cheeks, see how they are after the beating I gave you," Charlie told me.

I threw the duvet off of me and knelt on the bed presenting my arse to my man and he ran his hands over it saying, "Its fine mate, just a bit red, when you show it off to your rugby mates in the showers they won't notice. Next time I'm going to have to beat it harder," Charlie said.

"Fuck off," I told him.

"Move that arse, shower and I'll sort out breakfast," I was told and yelped as Charlie slapped my arse hard, picked up a clean pair of underwear and went downstairs.

The first couple of garages didn't have any cars that I fancied and didn't seem that interested in selling cars anyway, can't blame them I suppose, two young lads in sports sweats turning up in my battered old car so they thought that we were just there to waste their time. The next garage wasn't any better, one of the salesmen telling me that I couldn't afford the car that I was looking at anyway, I'd lost interest and just wanted to go back to Charlies house and get ready for my rugby match.

"Stop off please Sam, it's the garage my car comes from, and I need to book it in for a service and some new tyres," Charlie asked. I turned in and parked up, Charlie went into the showrooms, and I wandered down the line of second hand cars and there it was, the car that I wanted, a couple of years old, navy blue, not too sporty but just flash enough for me, hatchback so I could get my rugby and gym gear in and had a few nice touches, leather seats and leather covered steering wheel, you know the kind of car. I had a wander round, tried the doors but they were all locked, I looked across at the showrooms and could see two men watching me through the windows but neither seemed that interested in coming out and talking to me. Fuck them I thought I'd take my money somewhere else to buy a car so just leant against the car waiting for Charlie to appear.

Eventually one of the salesmen got the hint and slowly walked out of the showrooms towards me, stopping twice to look at other cars before looking at me and saying, "Hello mate, nice car isn't it?" He was early thirties, biggish built, thick black hair, designer stubble and wearing a salesman type suit that was a bit too small for him, top button of his shirt undone as his shirt was too tight around the collar plus he'd broken his nose at sometime and it hadn't been reset properly, made him look a bit thuggish.

I nodded, didn't appreciate being called "mate" by him, I wasn't his mate I was a prospective customer. He carried on saying, "Probably bit out of your price range mate, anyway I've already got an offer on it." He really couldn't be bothered in selling the car to me.

"Well mate," I said, emphasising the word mate, "you don't know how much money I've got to spend but obviously I won't be spending it here will I?" and turned to walk away, the salesman was grinning.

Walking towards the car was an older man and Charlie. The older man walked up to me ignoring the salesman and put his hand out to shake mine saying, "Sam isn't it? I know your father and seen you playing rugby, you move fast. I'm Donald, the group manager so let's sell you this car."

The other salesman interrupted saying, "But I've already got an offer on it sir."

Donald just looked at him, "Have you taken a deposit yet?" the salesman just shook his head, "well it's still for sale then so make yourself useful and get a test drive form and fill it in so Sam can take the car for a drive." The salesman walked off; he didn't look happy.

An hour and a half later after a test drive, a chat, a lot of form filling I'd brought a new, well new to me car. As we walked out of the showroom the salesman held the door open for us and said quietly, "You lost me my commission," I was going to answer but just smiled and kept my mouth shut. I was chuffed as we drove home in my old car that unsurprisingly I didn't get a very big trade in value for, but the garage did give me a year's insurance, so I didn't need to worry about paying for that for a year. Charlie had stayed well out of the way while the deal was going on.

"How well do you know Donald the manager?" I asked Charlie.

"Not that well, dads companies get most of the cars from that garage, so they look after us well, I've met him a few times, nice bloke and knows how to do a deal, just like you proved that you do as well, you got a great car at a good price, could be a new career for you, a car salesman," Charlie said and I think he was being serious. I dropped Charlie off at his house and drove to the rugby club, we were playing at home. We were only a small club, so we all had to help to get the ground ready before we got changed and warmed up before the match. We ran out onto the ground and stood in a line to welcome the opposing team, I looked across to where the club officials, sponsors and so called VIPs stood, there were a few comfortable seats, and saw Charlie standing there chatting away, he looked very smart, even wearing the club tie, what was he doing here?

The other team ran out, they were reasonably local, and we'd played them before, we needed to win to stand a chance of going up the leagues next year and they knew it, so it was going to be a hard game, but I didn't realise quite how hard.

The other team ran out and lined up opposite us and right opposite me stood the car salesman from the garage, the same salesman that hadn't been very happy with me for loosing his commission. He looked right at me, and I looked at him as he mouthed the words, "I'm going to have you," and I guessed he didn't mean it in a sexual way.

The whistle went and we started the game, the salesman was subtle at first, elbowing or kneeing when nobody was looking, I could cope with that, I'd have a few bruises later, players in both the teams were noticing what was happening but the referee didn't do anything, I was big enough and ugly enough to cope with it and didn't fight back. Just before the end of the first half I had the ball and was running with it when the salesman went in for a tackle, not a rugby tackle but more of a football tackle barging into me hard and kicking my feet away from underneath me so I hit the pitch hard, winding me. There was shouting from the crowd from both groups of supporters, the ref blew his whistle hard and both captains ran over to where I was lying flat on the grass trying to catch my breath. There was some shouting, and the salesman was giving a red card, a permanent red card so that he couldn't be substituted with a new player after twenty minutes. I was helped up and as the salesman walked past me he winked and was booed off the field by the crowd.

I hobbled about for a few minutes, my ribs hurt but I stayed on for the rest of the game which we won easily. In the showers afterwards the rest of the team admired my match wounds, at least they didn't notice my red arse cheeks from where Charlie had spanked me. We got changed into our club gear, smart trousers, shirt plus a tie, about the only time I wore one and walked into the club room to cheers and applause from all the supporters and the other team although I couldn't see the salesman, guess he'd been sent home.

Charlie was up on the small stage and smiled at me before saying, "Ladies and gentleman, my father sends his apologies, he's out of the country, so you've ended up with me, his son, representing him as the club chairman and sponsoring company but on the bright side as I'm the company accountant who knows where the money is I've put some money behind the bar so the teams, both of them, can have a few drinks to celebrate of commiserate later." Charlie was good, a confident speaker who knew how to win round the crowd. He carried on saying, "It was a pity that the game was marred by the behaviour of one of the players, but I understand that the captain of the team involved has apologised to our captain so thanks for that and we'll say no more. I think we all know who is going to be awarded the man of the match, because of his playing skills, his behaviour during the match by not responding to the behaviour of the other player, his conduct during the game, the man of the match is Sam."

There were cheers and a round of applause from everybody in the room and I limped up onto the stage to receive the small trophy and a gift voucher for a local sports store from Charlie. He very formally shook my hand, and we had our photo taken, he leant close to me and whispered, "I'm going to fuck the man of the match tonight."

I watched Charlie work the room introducing himself to people, talking to everybody, he was a confident man, far more confident than me and that's what I liked about him. He eventually got to me, he had an orange juice in his hand, I was on pints, "congratulations again Sam, you deserved it," he said and then much quieter he said, "message when your leaving back to my place and I'll organise a takeaway, get an Uber, don't drive," and he nodded at the pint. He knew I wouldn't drink and drive, if I lost my licence I'd lose my job and even I wasn't that stupid. Usually, one of my teetotal rugby mates, yes there is such a person, would give me a lift home but I didn't want to have to explain why I was going to the chairman's sons house.

A few hours and three pints later I arrived at Charlies house, he was waiting for me as I walked into the kitchen he said, "Hello man of the match," he laughed and hugged me and I kissed him hard, he responded, "welcome home," he said. We held each other tight, if you'd told me nine months ago I'd be holding a man and kissing him, that I'd take cock in my arse I would have told you to fuck off but now it was what I wanted and needed. I gasped as Charlie accidently squeezed me and my bruised ribs let me know that they were there. "Oh god Sam I'm sorry," Charlie said and let go of me.

"It's OK, just a few bruises, it will be fine in a few days," I told him, I was beginning to ache, and I knew that I'd be stiff and bruised in the morning.

"Why don't I run you a hot bath and you can soak in there for a while I organise food, come on Sam, upstairs," Charlie said and he took my hand and we went upstairs into one of the spare bathrooms that had a big bath in there and he ran the bath even putting a load of bath salts and bubbles in, I was a shower man as the bath at home was so small plus it used up all the hot water.

"I need to piss first," I said and walked across to the toilet.

"I'll help," Charlie said and before I could say anything he stood behind me and reached around and undid my belt and unbuttoned the button on my trousers and unzipped my flies, I was still wearing my rugby club clothes. Charlie eased my underwear down over my hips pushing my trousers and underpants down to my knees. My cock was still soft, but it had started to wake up, I really needed to piss. I was piss shy, couldn't piss at a trough if other men were standing there, the lads at rugby always laughed at me. I could piss in front of dad and had managed to piss in front of Charlie before, but could I piss when he was holding my cock?

Charlie held my softish cock and gently pulled back my foreskin saying, "Come on Sam piss for me, I know you want to," I just moaned quietly and grunted as I tried to piss, pushing hard hoping that once my piss flow started I'd be OK. "Can't piss Sam? how about if I wank that cock of yours till you're hard and then you can try and piss," he told me. I groaned again; I really would struggle to piss if my cock was hard.

A few drops of my piss dripped into the toilet, Charlie whispered, "Well done Sam, and the rest," and then the flow started, and I grunted and pushed a hard jet of piss out, it felt good, Charlie cheered saying, "Thats it Sam, that feels good doesn't it? I can feel the piss flowing through your cock," and he started to wank me, despite pissing like a horse my cock hardened which caused problems as I couldn't stop the flow of piss and it went from jetting into the toilet to firing into the air and splashing everywhere, Charlie just laughed and carried on wanking me so the flow of piss changed from a steady stream to a series of hard interrupted jets, much more of the wanking action and my piss would change to cum.

My stream of piss stopped, I was drained, the last trickle of my piss ran down my cock shaft and over Charlies hand, "dirty fucker," he said and let go of my cock and sluiced his hand in the bath, "come on Sam, lets get you undressed and in that bath," and he stood in front of me, he undid my tie and unbuttoned my shirt slipping it off over my shoulders saying, "Fuck Sam you're going to have some big bruises over the next week or so. Charlie leant down slipping off my shoes and socks and then pulling off my trousers and ball bags, my cock was softening, and Charlie licked my purple cock head getting rid of the last traces of piss. "Go on mate, in the bath," Charlie told me and I climbed in, the water was the perfect temperature, and I slid down through the bubbles. Charlie picked up a flannel and started to wash my shoulders and back for me, might have seemed a bit odd but it felt good. I suppose that my mother used to do it for me when I was young but she disappeared off early in my life so I couldn't really remember, I know that dad took over having to bring me up, dad and I had a really open relationship, especially now that he was fucking me, so was used to a man around, another man touching me, another man teaching me, dad had shown me how to wash my cock and pull back my foreskin, he'd shown me by demonstrating on his cock, he'd told me all about wanking, wet dreams, and sex. We were used to seeing each other naked and seeing each other sporting a hard cock, we pissed together and showered together washing each other off so Charlie washing me didn't seem odd to me.

Charlie moved to washing my chest, soaping my firm pecs and tweaking my little nipples that seemed to be becoming more sensitive and responsive the more they were worked on, and I felt the tingle shoot through me. "Stand up Sam and bend over for me," Charlie said quietly and of course I did, dripping into the bath as I did, bending over to show off my muscled arse, Charlie soaped it paying particular attention to my arse crack and gently pushed a soapy finger into my arse hole, I sighed as he finger fucked me with one finger that was replaced by two fingers and then three. I grunted as he worked a forth finger into my relaxed pucker and used his fingers to stretch my hole open.

"Turn around Sam," he told me, and I felt his fingers pull out of my arsehole, I almost knocked Charlie out as I turned around and my hard cock slapped him in his face, he just laughed. He used the soapy flannel to wash my balls and the sensitive spot between my balls and arsehole, he then used the flannel to soap up my cock shaft and rolled back my foreskin to expose my purple throbbing cock glan rubbing the coronal ridge and the sensitive frenulum, he pushed my foreskin back over my cockhead using his little finger to run around the inside of my foreskin saying, "Got to make sure its clean Sam," before pulling my foreskin right back and using the tip of his little finger to probe my open piss slit, no way was his finger going to go in though. This was so sexy, so stimulating, my cock was pulsing, and I was breathing fast, I knew that I needed to shoot my load and empty my balls soon and Charlie knew the same.

"All done Sam, whose a clean lad?" he laughed, "you sit back down and have a soak."

He was doing it deliberately; my cock was hard and my balls were full and as Charlie turned and started to walk away I grabbed his trackie bottoms and yanked them down, he stopped so I yanked his underwear down as well, this time he turned around, his cock was semi hard and as I watched as it got harder filling with blood, stiffening and rising into the air till it was sticking out at an angle of sixty degrees and his foreskin rolled back to show off his cockhead and his leaking piss slit. Charle just pointed at it as if you say, "You did this, so you better do something about it then."

I sat back down into the bath and used Charlies balls to pull him to the edge of the bath and take his cock in my mouth using my tongue to lap at his piss slit and cockhead before taking as much I could get of his cock down my throat using my throat muscles to milk his shaft, Charlie just stood still sighing and letting me do all the work, not that I was complaining I was just slobbering and sucking on the meat down my throat, my drool and saliva was running down the shaft of Charlies cock and dripping over his balls. I felt his cock swell in my mouth and his balls lifted and his ball sack tightened, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and let go his load aiming his cock at my face, shot after shot of his cum splattered across my face into my hair, over my forehead, nose, mouth and chin, I could feel the warm body fluid running down my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked my lips and around my mouth. I'd closed my eyes when Charlie fired the first shot, we all know that spunk in the eyes stings like fuck but opened them to see Charlies cock dripping in spunk, I slurped down on the head of his cock to suck the last of his cum out and squeezed his cock shaft hard to milk anymore of his spunk out of him, I wanted it all. As Charlie pulled his cum dry cock away I used my fingers to scrape his cum off of my face and licked my fingers clean, I'd been fed. I just heard Charlie say, "You're my own little cum puppy," before I slid down into the bath to wash the spunk out of my hair and any that was left on my face.

I felt Charlies hand grab hold of my hard cock underwater and start to wank me off, I sat up letting the bath water drip off my hair and face to see Charlie grinning at me, "your turn to empty your balls Sam," he said. He knew how I liked my cock to be wanked, long slow strokes, his hand slid down my cock shaft pulling my foreskin right back, but not too far as if he was trying to rip it off, running his hand around my balls and then back up the cock shaft sliding my foreskin back over my cock glan, a brief pause before repeating the wank stroke. He increased the speed so that the bath water was splashing around but the soapy water acted as a lubricant on my cock.

Charlie just looked at me as he wanked me off gauging my reaction, working out how close I was to shooting. It was obvious as my breathing turned to short sharp pants synchronised with the wanking strokes. I started to tremble slightly and close my eyes and just managed to say, "Going to cum," and thrust my hips up so that my cock was out of the water as I shot my load, Charlie carried on wanking me letting my cum shoot high into the air and splatter down back into the bath water. Five pulses of spunk splashing into the water as Charlie gave my cock one last hard stroke just to make sure I was empty and let go of my softening cock letting me sit back down into the bath.

"When you're ready Sam, get dried off, dressings gowns over there and come downstairs, food should be here in ten minutes," Charle said and leant over the side of the bath and kissed me.

A perfect end to the day, new car, man of the match at rugby, face full of cum from my man then wanked off by him followed by food, all the boxes ticked.