This is a Lost fan-fiction story. The rights to these characters belong to and are copyright protected by J.J. Abrams and Damon Lindelof and I am using them without permission. Please send feedback to kgberrywriting@hotmail.co.uk , it would be very much appreciated!
Just a quickie this time, but please sit back and enjoy...
Charlie's Secret Heartache pt7
The relaxation and privacy of the night was a new privilege Charlie could enjoy now that he wasn't sleeping with Claire anymore. He did miss her; there was no doubt about that. He still needed that constant and affectionate connection that a man needs in a woman - that was his excuse anyway. Now he was sleeping up the beach from her, closer to Eko and his church. Charlie enjoyed the physical work he put into building it: it made him feel manly, built up his friendship with Eko, and it helped keep his mind of Jack, off Claire, and curiously, off Sawyer too.
But now, naked and alone in his tent in the darkness of the night, his thoughts were allowed to wander free, and so were his hands. Semi-awake, semi-dreaming, they wandered to his ball sac and tugged softly, erotically.
He was lying on the beach, gently sunning himself in his blue briefs - the ones which had now become Jack's favourites - erection freely showing to the world as it pressed nicely to his left thigh. Jack arrived, sunlight impressively lighting his hairy, strong body and his eight-inch erection in his dark blue boxer shorts. He squatted over Charlie's stomach, legs to either side of his body, and kissed Charlie's lips passionately before gently rubbing his ass crack against the thick six-incher in Charlie's pants. He gently humped through the material of their underwear, sighing long and deep and slow.
In the night, below his soft cover, Charlie slowly slid his foreskin back and forth over his cock, barely touching the head so as to take as long as possible over his secret wank.
Jack's hands reached down and slid away Charlie's blue briefs. He then stood, rotated away so his firm ass faced Charlie's eager eyes, and slowly lowered his boxers to reveal the manly and shaped buttocks, carelessly throwing away his underwear. Then, lying down on top of Charlie in the sand, he planted another kiss on his face before moving his kisses down Charlie's lightly haired body to his crotch, where his lips took in his loose balls, one at a time, left and right.
Charlie's strokes started to cover his head a little more each time. The precum leaking from the slit in the top of his round cockhead ably lubricated this ritual solo sex. He removed the covering, releasing his sex organ to the air.
The doctor's tongue licked and absorbed Charlie's testicles and proceeded up the shaft as Charlie lay comfortably in the sand. Then he opened his mouth wide, and Charlie could feel him loving his whole cock with his wet, hot mouth, sliding up and down the length of his penis with expert accuracy, nose muzzling and breathing in the scent of his pubic hair.
"That's right, you suck me just how I need it," Charlie mumbled into his tent. His pace was quickening, but he kept the length of his strokes under control.
Jack's hands ran up and down the length of his body as he continued eagerly eating up Charlie's man meat.
"Havin' fun there, lovebirds?" a manly southern American accent called.
Jack looked up in shock. Charlie lay contented, smiling to himself.
"Jus' hope you saved somethin' for me," he went on. He was tall, long haired, and his body was perfect and brown, glistening with a delicate sweat in the sunlight. He unbuckled a chunky black belt, sliding out of dark blue jeans into cute, fashionable underwear. Close-fitting white briefs revealed, seriously well showed, his huge erection. It was long, looked as round as a decent salami, and, Charlie was willing to bet, probably tasted at least as good.
Charlie sat up, leaning back on his hands. Jack was kneeling on the sand, still sucking up and down his shaft. Sawyer wandered round, pulled his impressive man-gear out over his waistband, and stood over Charlie so his cock was in his face. His mane of wiry hair was untamed and wild, dark brown or nearly black.
"You gonna suck my Drive Shaft?"
"Oh, you bet," Charlie said.
Tentatively, Charlie took the large domed head into his mouth. It was hard yet spongy, and big, so big. The moist saltiness of his precum slid over his tongue as Sawyer's hands settled on his head. Jack was licking Charlie's own head as he began work on Sawyer's.
"Oh, that's the way..." Sawyer crooned as Charlie began to suck on his cock, taking in a little more each time he slid up the shaft, just as Sawyer's hands directed. As he began to take in the full length of the shaft, he could feel Sawyer's large, loose bollocks against his chin and his nealy-black pubes on his nose.
Charlie jacked off fiercely as he imagined the intense bliss of sucking off one huge dick and having his own sucked at the same time, neither giver nor receiver gagging or stopping for air. Then he stopped jerking, took a deep breath and let his penis recover from his over-pleasuring. He played with his round ball, enjoying their feeling in his fingers, then started slowly jacking off again as he embarked on his threesome fantasy once more.
"Can I fuck you? Let me fuck you Charlie," Jack begged.
Pulling his pleasuresome cock out of Charlie's mouth, Sawyer angrily replied, "But I wanna fuck him! You fucked him before, it's my turn!"
"What do you think, Charlie?" Jack turned, making eye contact. It was clear Jack was really desperate to fuck him.
"Well, actually, I was hoping to do some fucking myself," he grinned. "But I'd quite like to suck you off as I bum Sawyer to heaven and back though, Jack."
"That's settled, what are we fuckin' waitin' for?" Sawyer roared. He ripped off his briefs completely, and lay on the ground. With two legs over his shoulders, Charlie placed his legs around Sawyer's middle so his hard cock was up against Sawyer's red, smooth ass hole. Sawyer gave a muffled, pain-pleasure groan as a prick was forced into him, and Charlie loved him as if he'd been doing it all his life.
A second strong, handsome body stepped over Sawyer's perfect muscular one. Eager hands directed Charlie's waiting, salivating mouth onto his love tool.
Charlie masturbated wildly as he imagined the combined sensations of sucking a man's cock and loving an ass hole of his own. Although he had never fucked a man, the way he was feeling he could pretty much work it out - and he would have to sort that one out next time he got with Jack. Charlie kneeled up in bed, spreading his cheeks over his heels and licked a finger, sucking it in his mouth, then pushed it gently up his anus to feel something of Sawyer's experience at the mercy of his raging dick.
Animal-like, Charlie pushed his hips as hard as he could up into Sawyer's body's chasm and back again, hearing Sawyer's desperate cries of pleasure on top of Jack's own deeper ones. He added his own, more muffled part to the harmonies of lust as the threesome sang music to the sensational experience, Jack getting sucked, Sawyer getting fucked. Charlie in the middle, sucking and fucking, fucking and sucking.
"Arrrhm, arrrhm," Sawyer roared at Charlie's fuck strokes.
"Unh, Charlie, I..." Jack moaned at the tongue covering the head in sweet short licks.
A deep-throated, "Mhmm," was Charlie's own part in the melody.
Jack was the first to come as the magic of Charlie's mouth finally took affect, the sweet taste of the doc's semen flooded Charlie's mouth, just as he remembered it from in the jungle, the time the two stumbled across each other in a clearing.
In the dark of his tent, he remembered the smooth texture, the creaminess, and his own white-yellow mixture began to be concocted in his ball sac. He could feel it rise as he pictured himself on the bright sunlit beach, hammering his pubic bush into Sawyer's hairless ass, free now to make his own animal howls with Sawyer's as their love- But too late. Charlie breathed fast and shallow as his come was captured deep inside Sawyer's vault, landed far along his chest, slipped and oozed back over his cock, ran down onto his belly, lubricating the inside of Sawyer's anus, and collected in a warm pool in his own hairy belly button.
He scooped up his semen on a finger from his belly. He had to taste it to remind himself... ahh yes. The familiar taste of a good wank. The taste of man-love and blowjobs. The flavour of men. He grinned a wide boyish smile to himself, so dashing and free.
Odd though. Before there had been only Jack, never another man...
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