by Ashley John
“Where did you disappear off to yesterday anyway?” Oliver asked, smiling cheekily at Charlie over the surfboard they were both polishing.
“Oh. I felt sick,” Charlie lied.
“I thought you had something to do?” Oliver raised an eyebrow.
“I did,” Charlie lied again, “Aunt Evelyn wanted me to help with some cooking.”
“But you were meant to be working,” Oliver questioned, raising his brow even further.
Damn, what's with all of these questions?
Charlie didn't understand why he felt jealous of Oliver flirting and arranging to meet up with Claudia. He'd been jealous of his friends hanging out with girlfriends before, but that was only if they'd meant to be hanging out with him. This was different.
He didn't want to tell Oliver that it had been playing on his mind all night.
“You up to much tonight?” Charlie asked, trying to remember what him and his friends in Alaska talked about.
“Well I was meant to be meeting that Claudia,” Oliver said, “but I canceled when I got home.”
“Why?” Charlie asked quicker than he'd expected to.
He let the relief spread over him, which only further confused the feelings of jealousy he'd felt the day before.
“I just didn't fancy hanging out with her,” Oliver shrugged, “she's a bit dull.”
Oliver's hand grazed past Charlie's as they waxed the board, and Charlie quickly tore it away as he felt the sparks shoot up his arm. He wondered if Oliver had sensed that's what had made Charlie cagey.
If he had, that only made things worse for Charlie.
“She did seem a bit dull,” Charlie agreed.
“You up to much tonight?” Oliver asked.
Charlie shook his head. Apart from hanging out with Oliver at the beach, he hadn't done anything else since he'd arrived in Surf Bay. Porter waltzed out onto the decking and Charlie quickly picked up his rag and carried on waxing the board. He still hadn't figured out what type of boss Porter was, so he didn't want to appear like he was slacking on his second day.
“Where are all the customers?” Porter sighed, leaning on the railing and looking out on the afternoon sea.
“It's just a quiet start to the season,” Oliver said, “it was like this last year, remember?”
“Hmm, I suppose,” Porter mused, “you two can get going if you want. There's nothing for you to do around here.”
Almost instantly, Oliver dumped his rag and patted Porter on the back, “thanks mate!”
“Hey Charlie,” Oliver called, as they both walked out of the shack and into the street.
“Yeah?” Charlie called back.
“Fancy coming to mine to hang out?”
Charlie raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun and stared at Oliver who was a few yards away. He thought about running back to Aunt Evelyn's and closing his bedroom door and staying there for the rest of the day. He knew he shouldn't go, but something deep down had already answered for him.
Charlie, you're playing a dangerous game with this guy.
***
Oliver tried to contain the excitement as they walked up the steep slope to his huge home on the hill. Perfect tall trees lined the quiet road, which only saw cars of the super-rich driving up and down its almost perfect asphalt.
He turned back and gazed over Surf Bay. He could see the Surf Club sitting on the edge of the beach and secretly thanked Porter for the opportunity to get Charlie in his bedroom
I'm going to be in his pants before dinner time.
Oliver smirked to himself as he imagined pushing Charlie onto his bed roughly. He imagined pinning him down with his arms and kissing him. Charlie would resist him at first, but realize that's what he secretly wanted all along, and he'd let Oliver rip open the buttons to his jeans and pull them down to his ankles, ragging his tight y-fronts with them. His rock solid cock would spring up, and Oliver would give Charlie the first and best blow job he'd ever experience.
He'd happily pushed the feelings away that he'd felt at the beach and blamed it on the joint they’d smoked. With his eyes firmly back on the prize, he wanted him more than ever.
“Why do you have to live on a hill?” Charlie gasped, piercing right through Oliver's fantasy.
He could feel the pulsing in the front of his jeans, just imagining what he was going to do to Charlie, he wondered how he'd be able to contain himself when the moment finally arrived.
“I guess it's a rich person thing,” Oliver joked.
“I need to learn to drive,” Charlie laughed, “It's been on my to-do list for a while, but I've never been in one place long enough to focus.”
“I'll teach you if you want,” Oliver suggested, “the roads are quiet up here, so it's good practice.”
He could see Charlie considering it. It was like every decision was so difficult for him. He wanted to shake him and tell him that it was okay to give in.
“Yeah, sure,” Charlie said in a non-committal tone.
Oliver tried to refocus his mind, but driving lessons were the last thing on his mind.
As Oliver's house came into view, he was sure he heard Charlie gasp. The funny thing was, someone like Charlie would kill to live somewhere like his house, but he couldn't wait to get out.
“You're kidding me right?” Charlie turned to Oliver, “You weren't lying when you said you were really, really rich!”
The house was a huge white brick 8 bedroom property with its own sprawling grounds. A gravel driveway sat behind the gated fence and an impressive line of cars sat peacefully in front of the building. Oliver's own silver sports car sat on the edge, but he never saw a need for it. He didn't like to shout about where he came from, because he didn't feel like he was entitled to any of his parents millions.
“Yeah, it's pretty cool,” Oliver lied, slicking his hair back with both hands.
After he punched the key code into the small metal pad on the wall, the tall black gates sprung into life and slowly creaked open. Oliver squeezed through the gap as soon as it was big enough, but Charlie stood back and gazed open mouthed at the house.
“You can come in you know,” Oliver laughed.
Charlie shook his head and ran forwards, joining Oliver like an excited puppy. When the front door swung open, Oliver was sure he heard Charlie gasp again. He had to admit, it was an impressive entrance, but he’d seen it every day for a decade and the effects had long since worn off for Oliver. A grand sweeping staircase sat in the middle of the polished marble open entrance. A giant glass chandelier, which was only turned on for special occasions, hung in the middle of the ornate ceiling.
Oliver walked past it all ignoring it, but he could feel Charlie absorbing every little detail. He left him gawking in the entrance and ran through to the equally grand kitchen and grabbed a giant bag of chips of out the cupboard.
“Shall we go to my room?” Oliver asked as if it was a question, but he wasn't going to take no as an answer.
“Sure,” Charlie said, already walking up the stairs, clutching onto the bannister.
Sometimes Oliver wished he lived somewhere like Evelyn's house. Somewhere that didn't need a team of cleaners and a team of gardener's to keep everything ticking over.
He kicked open his bedroom door and walked across the thick cream carpet, dumping the bags of chips on the king size bed. A 50” TV was set into the wall opposite his bed, with shelves and shelves of DVD boxes lining each side. A grand bay window sat at the far end of the room, which looked over the acres of land. In the distance, Oliver spotted old Herbert shuffling up and down the perfect grass with his lawn mower.
“This place,” Charlie admired, “is like something out of a film.”
“Calm down kid,” Oliver laughed, jumping onto his bed, “It's just stuff. I can't wait to leave.”
“Where?” Charlie asked, wandering over to the hundreds of DVD boxes that lined the walls.
“Anywhere,” Oliver sighed, shuffling up to his mountain of pillows and cushio
ns, propping his arms behind his head.
“What about your parents?” Charlie asked as he scanned the DVDs.
“They wouldn't notice,” he laughed, “they're barely here. They're in New York now. Or Seattle? I forget.”
Oliver didn't want to waste any more time, he didn't know when Charlie would have his next freak out and run off.
I want your body Charlie, and I'm going to get it.
***
Charlie wanted to stop gushing about Oliver’s house, but he was in awe. He didn't think people actually lived in houses like it. He'd been moving from house to house living with people his mother knew for most of his life. The amount of space that was on offer was a new concept for him.
As he scanned the DVDs, his eyes hovered on a brightly colored label and his heart nearly stopped.
Fuck, he's got porn here!
Charlie had seen porn with some of his friends, but he'd never actually watched it on his own. The internet was one of those things that had been a luxury, but he never seemed to be alone with it. Aunt Evelyn certainly didn't have a connection. He continued to scan, but as his eyes came across more and more porn, he found his heart starting to race. He couldn't believe how much he had scattered between Disney DVDs and action movies
Just from the spines, he could tell he had everything from straight to gay.
“You have a lot of porn,” Charlie said.
Shit, did I say that out loud?
“What can I say? I love sex,” Oliver laughed.
Leaving the porn, he wandered over to the window and gazed out into the garden. It went on for what seemed like a lifetime. A small frail man was wandering with a mower in the distance. It made Evelyn's garden look like a window box.
The noise of a DVD box cracking open made Charlie spin around.
“What's that?” Charlie asked cautiously.
“A movie,” Oliver said.
Just from the smirk that Oliver was sporting, Charlie knew exactly what type of 'movie' he was putting in. Before he could protest, the enormous TV sprung into life and Oliver jumped back onto the bed, propping himself up with his elbows.
The blackness of the screen faded away, and it showed a woman sat nervously on a sofa with a man sat either side of her.
“Oliver...” Charlie started, leaning against the window frame.
“Just relax!” Oliver laughed, “It's what friends do.”
He winked at Charlie. He'd watched porn with a few of his friends before, but never like this. It had always been on a phone under a desk at school, or on a laptop in someone's bedroom.
“This just got weird,” Charlie laughed.
He glanced to the screen and the woman was expertly working both of the guys shafts through their open jeans, still sat on the sofa as if they were at a casual job interview.
“Come and sit down,” Oliver waved his hand over to Charlie.
Charlie hesitated by the window, and looked at the spot next to Oliver. Even through the jeans, he could see Oliver's cock twitching to get out, and he could feel his own starting to throb. Nervously, he walked over to the bed and perched on the edge, in front of the cinema like screen.
“Let me fast forward to the good bit,” Oliver said reaching for the remote.
This is just what friends do. This isn't weird.
Oliver slid the marker along and Charlie watched the trio strip, go through foreplay and start fucking in fast forward. Oliver sent the DVD back to normal speed. Charlie watched as one of the guys fucked the woman as he sucked the other guy's erection. Charlie felt the pulsing in his own pants throb painfully. He tried to tell himself it was over the woman, but she was barely in the shot.
“I don't feel comfortable with this,” Charlie said turning to Oliver, but Oliver was already into it.
Charlie watched as Oliver pumped his shaft through the open buttons of his jeans. For a moment, Charlie just gazed at it in amazement. He'd seen it through Speedos, and he'd seen it flaccid, but nothing could prepare him for the size of what was in front of him. Just from the brief view of the two on the screen, he knew it was the biggest in the room.
No wonder he's so confident about himself.
“Fuck Oliver! What are you doing?” Charlie cried, unable to tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight.
He met Oliver's deep eyes, but they were already staring at him intensely. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see him speeding up and rubbing it from base to tip. His own was crying to be touched as it broke free of his underwear and rubbed against the coarse material of the inside of his jeans.
“Don't be a little girl about it,” Oliver said smoothly, “everyone does it.”
“Not together though!” Charlie cried, not breaking away from the intense gaze that was happening between them.
“We're just friends,” Oliver growled, raising his and dropping his eyebrows twice, as if daring Charlie to join him.
He could feel the inside of the denim starting to burn to tip of his throbbing shaft. It was crying to be let out. Breaking away from Oliver, he shot back to the screen, but things were no better there. The woman was now watching as one of the men was bent over the sofa, with the other pounding him from behind. The camera angle changed, and Charlie could see the man rubbing the tip of his member as the others balls banged against his.
Charlie had never seen anything like it before, but he couldn't ignore the feeling in his pants. He glanced back to Oliver who was now led back with his eyes closed and he worked his hand up and down. He'd ripped his t-shirt up, to expose his solid stomach and chest. I should never have come here. Charlie leaned back into the bed and without a second thought, ripped open his jeans and let his aching cock bounce out. Staring at the screen, he jacked off faster than he'd ever jacked in his life.
“I'm close,” Oliver panted.
“Me too,” Charlie gasped.
Charlie slammed back onto the bed next to Oliver, cock still in hand. Oliver turned his face to him, and Charlie turned his to him. They were inches from each other’s face as they panted heavily. Charlie glanced down at Oliver's thick shaft and saw it start to pulse. Oliver stopped pumping, and Charlie looked back into Oliver's deep, hazel eyes as he continued to pump.
When Oliver's body tensed up, and he shot his load all over his stomach and chest, he didn't break the eye contact. Instead he gazed deep into Charlie's eyes, only intensifying what Charlie was feeling.
He screwed his eyes up and ripped his t-shirt up to his chin and watched as his cock jerked and he shot further and more than he ever had before. He looked over to Oliver who had his trademark cheeky smile spread across his face.
What the hell did I just do?
***
Oliver bent down and yanked his sock off and wiped the mess from his chest and slowly counted in his head, waiting for Charlie's freak out to start.
5...4...3...2...
“I need to go,” Charlie gasped.
“Don't you want to wipe the cum up first?” Oliver laughed, pulling off his other sock and dumping it on Charlie's chest.
“This shouldn't have happened,” Charlie mumbled quietly, almost to himself.
Oliver jumped off the bed, and forced his still solid dick back into his pants.
“Calm down, seriously Charlie,” Oliver teased, a little more than he knew he should have, “what actually just happened?”
Charlie lay in silence as he threw the sock down onto the carpet and yanked his t-shirt back down.
“What do you mean?” Charlie asked.
“We're two friends, who watched some porn and jerked off,” Oliver laughed, “we were led next to each other, not inside each other.”
Charlie jumped off the bed and faced away from Oliver as he pulled his underwear and jeans up over his bare ass. Oliver knew that's what Charlie wanted to hear, but he knew it was so much more than that. He knew it was the gateway.
The gateway to taking Charlie's virginity.
***
Charlie stuck around for a few h
ours and watched an actual film, but the minute it finished, he said his goodbyes and hurried out the door before Oliver could try and stop him. Walking through the humid afternoon heat, he repeated what Oliver had told him over and over.
We were two friends who watched porn. It's no big deal.
It wouldn't have been a big deal if Charlie hadn't been so mesmerized by Oliver. It wouldn't have been a big deal if the majority of the porn hadn’t focused on two guys.
What is wrong with me?
Charlie rubbed his eyes and he walked down the steep and quiet road. He had so many voices running through his head, and he was finding it hard to listen to them. He wanted to go back to Oliver's and tell him that they couldn't be friends, but he knew the minute he was back in his house he'd be back under his spell.
When he reached the bottom of the hill, he headed towards the beach. He didn't want to go straight home. As he headed to the beach, he wandered past the Surf Club. As he was walking past, Porter was leaving and locking up for the day.
“Hey Charlie,” Porter called as Charlie slowed down to say hi, “enjoy your day off?”
Oh god, he knows.
“I didn't really do much,” Charlie lied, “I just hung out with Oliver.”
“Oh yeah?” Porter smiled.
How does he know?
“Just watched a movie,” Charlie said quickly, almost defensively.
“Anything good?” Porter asked.
Charlie tried to think back to the actual movie they'd watched in almost complete silence. He couldn't remember much of it.
“Just an action film,” Charlie lied.
Porter smirked and tilted his head to the side slightly, squinting in the light.
“I'm just heading home,” Porter smiled, “can I give you a lift?”
“No it's okay,” Charlie smiled, “I'll see you tomorrow then Porter.”
“Bye Charlie,” Porter called as he jumped into his small car.
Heading down the beach, Charlie headed out toward the waves, and sat cross legged in the sand. He watched as the waves lapped against the shore, licking up the sand and taking it out to sea, before spitting back tiny grains it had once claimed. A small fishing boat was crawling across the horizon. Charlie felt like the boat. Alone in an ocean.
