This is a fictional story, based on Hollyoaks that I have no involvement in. It does not imply anything about the sexuality or relationships of any characters or actors involved. It doesn't follow the storylines of Hollyoaks rigidly, but will be influenced by it. All actors are over 18, and the character's are all age of consent or older.
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Charlie and Darren just couldn't get the time alone to talk.
Darren had struggled to understand the early morning visit, his mind trying to make sense of it. Since their first time a few weeks ago, they had barely kept their hands off each other, each enjoying sex with the other. As much as Darren enjoyed having Charlie ride his dick, he loved to lie on his back while the lad fucked him while they stared into each others eyes. With Nancy around more though, Darren and Charlie had less chance to be together and he got the sense that Charlie's focus had moved from him to others. As much as he understood that, he missed his time with his son, but had let Charlie live his life. He knew for sure that Charlie was still active, as his hamper of clothes stunk of sex, and Darren had begun to smell them each morning he did the washing, just to feel a little closer to Charlie.
Even though he could tell Charlie had been going through something these last weeks, he hadn't known how to approach the topic. And then the kiss, stolen in the night while his wife slept in the bed nearby. And Charlie telling him that he loved him, and calling him Dad. Darren had sat there until morning, trying to think what it meant, and until he had the chance to talk to his son, he couldn't rest.
Charlie for his part, was also in turmoil. As much as his dream had settled his mind on Justin, he was desperate to talk with Darren about it, and everything else he'd been going through these last weeks. As he walked down the street towards school, he slowed down letting Nancy walk on ahead of him, before turning back and running home. He had to talk to his Dad, now.
Darren was walking down the stairs, hamper under his arm as he held one of Charlie's shirts to his face, breathing in the lads smell, until the door flew open and Charlie burst into the house. Darren startled, almost dropping the basket as he reached the bottom of the stairs. "Charlie, what are you doing here?" Darren asked, his voice barely a whisper, the shirt falling to his side.
Charlie stood there and looked at him, and said, "We need to talk." The two stood there, until Darren moved to set the hamper down and reached for his phone, where he typed a message before sending it to Nancy. He and Charlie sat at the table, and it took a second for them both to remember the last time they'd sat in these exact chairs, their relationship had changed forever. Darren's phone buzzed, but neither even looked at it, as Charlie spoke first. "Darren.. Dad. I'm sorry. For everything. I've been so ungrateful for everything, and caused nothing but problems for you. The drugs. My attitude. The.. sex. I've handled it all so badly."
Darren took in the words, and watched as tears suddenly filled Charlie's eyes. He lunged forward and pulled Charlie into a hug, and whispered kind words as Charlie wept. They stayed like that, Darren telling Charlie in hushed tone's that it was OK, that everything was going to be fine, until Charlie's tears stopped and they finally pulled apart. "Talk to me, Charlie. Tell me what happened." And so, Charlie did. He told Darren everything, leaving nothing out. The drugs. Lucas and Mason. School. Beau and Hunter. Justin. Taz and Warren. The secrets he was keeping, and guilt over things he'd done. Darren listened in stunned silence as his son unloaded all that he'd kept hidden all these weeks, and when Charlie was finished he burst into fresh tears. Darren moved to his knees, pulling Charlie into a tight hug as the lad gripped his shirt and cried on his shoulder. Darren continued to whisper that everything was going to be OK, that he was sorry Charlie had gone through this and carried the weight of it all alone. This set Charlie weeping again, and it took awhile before his tears stopped and he rested his head on Darren's shoulder. All of a sudden after getting it all off his chest, he felt exhausted and closed his eyes as he drifted off to sleep.
Charlie woke up sometime later, and with a start he looked around and saw he was on Darren and Nancy's bed. He checked the clock on the cabinet next to the bed, and saw it was a little before noon, so he had slept for only a couple of hours. He rolled out of bed, and looked down at himself to see his tie and jacket had been removed as well as his shoes and socks, and he walked to the door and looked out into the kitchen. Darren was sat there with a cup of coffee, and as the door opened, he looked up and said, "Hey buddy, you're up. You completely zonked out, and there was no way I could carry you upstairs, so had to make do with my bed. You want a drink?" Charlie slowly stepped into the room as Darren talked, and despite shaking his head, Darren brought him an orange juice from the fridge and forced it into Charlie's hand and watched him until he sipped it. The sweet juice was welcome, and Charlie gulped the drink down before placing the glass on the table, and sitting down opposite Darren as he resumed his seat. "You OK?"
Charlie had no idea how to answer that question, so merely shrugged. His mind was still waking up, and so he asked, "What did Nancy say?"
Darren waved off the question, "Told her you weren't feeling well and came back, said that you wouldn't be back. She won't ask too many questions, just take it easy with dinner tonight." Charlie nodded, unsure how to continue the conversation, but Darren had obviously spent the last hours thinking. "Right, my turn to talk. First, I'm sorry Charlie. I'm your Dad, and you should always be able to come to me, no matter what. From now on, we talk, no secrets. Understood?" Charlie was going to argue, but the serious look on Darren's face silenced him, and he just nodded. "Charlie, I don't know what to say to you about Justin. He's your Dad, and I never wanted to replace him, but I can't help but see you as my son. And if that's caused you problems, I'm sorry and I'll change."
Charlie shook his head, and said, "No. Its.. I always wondered what he was like and how my life.. Justin might be.. but you're my real Dad.. I'm not explaining it right. Look, he left, you stayed. He never tried to reach me, talk to me, see me. You never left me, no matter how much I pushed you away or fucked up." Charlie reached out and took Darren's hand as he told him, "I never saw it before. I've been thinking about him for such a long time, and had a dream the other night. It was me and him, and he was.. fucking me, but he told me to forget him, that you were who I should be thinking of. You were the one that loved me, not him. That was the night I came to find you, I just had to. Your my Dad, and I love you."
Darren felt tears sting his own eye's, and he breathed deep as he fought to control them. "The sex. Do you regret it? Is that why you stopped coming to me?"
Charlie thought for a second, before saying, "No. Its.. I thought with Nancy back, you wouldn't need me anymore. And you've got Ethan, so I just.."
Darren chuckled as he wiped his eye, "Charlie, Ethan hasn't been around for weeks. And Nancy, I love her, but lets just say she can't provide what I need sometimes." Charlie didn't want to hear about his love life with Nancy so he grimaced, but couldn't help but laugh also, as he knew what Darren meant. "So, are you still alright with what happened between us, because if you're not, then.."
Darren let the sentence hang in the air, until Charlie squeezed Darren's hand tighter and said, "I'm very good with what happened, and I swear, I won't ignore your NEEDS anymore." Charlie was leaning forward as if to kiss him, but Darren released his hands and pushed him back.
"The drugs. You are going to talk to someone about it, because it stops now. Right?" Breathing deep, Charlie agreed reluctantly, knowing it was a problem that he would need help with. "Lucas and Mason. What you get up to with your mates, that's all good as long as its all consensual and no-one gets hurt. I got up to plenty with my mates back in the day, so have fun. Alright?" Charlie nodded, wanting to ask more questions about Darren's past, but knew this wasn't the time. "Taz. That's sorted? Never going to see him again?"
Charlie nodded, and reached for his phone on the table. He scrolled through until he found what he was looking for and passed it back to Darren, whose jaw dropped as he stared at it with wide eyes, before looking back at Charlie. "Ethan sent it to me. Him, Felix and someone taught Taz a lesson. He's gone." Darren looked again at the picture, Taz bent over a table at the youth club with cum dripping from his ass, before opening the contacts and telling Charlie to block the dealer's number and delete the contact.
Charlie did so, showing Darren the screen as he wiped the dealer from it, even deleting their conversations and messages. Satisfied, Darren sat back and said, "Remind me to thank Ethan for having your back." Darren had not talked to Ethan properly for a few weeks, ever since their make out near the garage, and he resolved to change that soon. "Warren. You OK with what happened?" Charlie shrugged and nodded. "I need more than that Charlie, he's not the nicest guy, and a lot older and I need to know you're fine."
Charlie sighed as he said, "It was good to talk with someone about Justin, and I didn't expect it, but it was fun. He didn't hurt me, and made me feel good, so I'm good with it."
Darren wasn't happy with it, but decided to take Charlie at his word. "Fine. Now, Beau and Hunter. Charlie, I'm not happy with it. They're supposed to be your teacher's, not taking advantage of you."
Charlie shook his head vigarously at this, telling Darren, "No, no, no. You don't understand. I pursued Mr Ramsey after he found me and Lucas, I pushed him into it. The only advantage he took was of the opportunities I set up with Lucas and Mason. I swear it, believe me, please."
Darren stared at the lad's face in disbelief, and asked, "You set him up with your mates?"
Charlie blushed, before admitting, "He hung around after walking in on me and Lucas. I thought it'd be hot to see if we could get him involved, and it was. Dad, you should see him with us, it's so fucking great." Darren shifted in his seat, his dick hard in his jeans as he thought of the teacher fucking Charlie and his mates, until Charlie said, "His dick feels great, just like his ass." Darren was dumbfounded, and Charlie could only smirk as he saw the shock, and to add to reaction he said, "I was his first."
Darren shook his head, unable to believe that Beau was getting fucked by his students. It sounded so hot, and a thrill went up his spine at the knowledge it was Charlie that had arranged it all. For a moment, Darren pictured himself in Beau's shoes, getting railed by Charlie and his mates, and he quickly cleared his throat and said, "And Hunter?"
Charlie shifted in his seat, as he said, "He knew something was up, and gave me a detention. He.. We.. We.."
"Was it good?" Darren whispered.
Charlie nodded, "So good, I couldn't sit down all night. It was only that one time, but he had me all over his classroom. It was that day you came up and found me on my bed, and.." Darren's eyes shot up to Charlie's face, remembering the day well when he'd found his school shirt stained with cum. He had ran up to his room, to make sure he was OK, and as he rolled Charlie over to check he was fine, he had seen the tender hole and dived in, unable to stop himself as he'd feasted on the ass and scooped the cum out with his tongue, Charlie moaning the whole time. Darren blushed as he realised he had never asked who it belonged to as he'd been caught up in lust, and as Nancy had returned soon after, Darren had raced to brush his teeth to hide the taste of cum and ass from his mouth. Darren realised that had been the last sexual contact between him and Charlie.
Darren wiped a hand over his mouth, salivating at the memory and said, "Fine. As long as it all stay's consensual, and no-one forces you into anything, then carry on. I'm not 100% happy about it, but if you say they aren't forcing you, then I believe you. No more secrets though, understood?"
Charlie nodded as he sighed with relief, both that it was now all out in the open, and that Darren had been so understanding. The two sat there, both looking at the other, as Charlie's eyes dropped to Darren's crotch. He saw his tenting jeans, and he slowly slid off his chair to his knees and placed his hands on Darren's thighs. Darren shifted, telling Charlie he didn't have to, but Charlie bent forward and placed a kiss on his zipper before using his hands to open the fly and told Darren, "I want to." He pulled the jeans open and tugged on them, trying and failing to pull them down until Darren raised his ass and they slipped down his legs to his ankles. Darren felt Charlie stroke his legs, placing delicate kisses over them as he moved closer to Darren's bulging boxers. Charlie pushed the legs apart, spreading them as far as the jeans would allow, and pressed his face closer as he kissed the erection concealed in the boxers. He kissed and licked over it, smiling as he heard Darren moan at the contact. His hands moved to unbutton the boxers, and as the button popped open he slipped his hand in and guided the dick out into the air. It stuck straight out of Darren's crotch, and while it was a little shorter than his own, Charlie was still stunned at the thickness of the thing. With a look up at Darren's face, Charlie said, "I love you, Dad."
Darren groaned loudly as he heard the words, before his dick was swallowed into Charlie's mouth. It had been so long, and it felt so good, that Darren had to fight not to cum straight away. It was like Charlie knew he was close, so the lad moved off his dick and started to suckle on his balls, taking one then the other in his mouth before swapping back. He would then lick up and down the shaft, licking circles around the head until Darren got close, then move off again. Darren stared at the lad, and saw his own trousers tenting, but as he tried to pull Charlie up to him, the boy resisted and stayed in place. "No, this is for you. Let me." With that, Charlie would take him back into his mouth, and suck him. Darren could tell his son had been practising, and the thought sent a thrill up his spine as he sat back to enjoy Charlie's skills. Charlie bobbed his head, taking the dick easily into his mouth, and his tongue moved over the thick member, his moans adding to the pleasure Darren felt. Darren placed his hand in Charlie's hair, and stroked it as he came, his body shaking as he filled his lad's mouth with his cum. It had been days since he had last blown his load, and Charlie's had to swallow multiple times until Darren finished firing, but Charlie held the dick in his mouth as he suckled on it before pulling off finally.
Charlie knelt there in front of Darren, wiping his mouth as he looked up at the guy, and as he stood up his own dick was obvious as it tented his trousers. Darren looked down at it, his mouth watering, before leaning in and placing a kiss on its tip. Charlie groaned at the touch, before he was picked up and placed on the table quickly. He thought Darren was about to return the favour, but was surprised when he grabbed Charlie's left leg and turned his back on him as wrapped his arm around it. Confusion filled him, until he felt a hand on his bare foot, and he cried out in laughter as Darren began to tickle his foot. Charlie laughed and giggled as Darren teased him, and Darren joined in as his heart filled with happiness at hearing Charlie laugh again. It felt like so long since he'd heard the sound, he doubled his efforts and grabbed hold of Charlie's other foot under his other arm, leaving Charlie no choice but to writhe on the table as he was trapped. It had been years since he'd been tickled like this, and Charlie begged Darren to stop, but the way the teen laughed just drove him to continue. The whole house filled with laughing as the two fought against each other, Charlie unable to free himself as the tickling drove him wild. Darren stopped tickling him, and with no idea why he did it, he lifted the foot up to his face and licked a long streak up the bottom of the foot. The laughter stopped behind him, immediately replaced by a low deep moan that made them both freeze.
Darren dropped the one leg and turned around, looking at Charlie in surprise as the teen led back on the table in his white shirt and trousers, while still holding the lads foot in his hand as he asked him, "Did you like that?" Charlie stammered, not sure how to answer that. He had not expected it after the tickling, and wasn't sure why his body had reacted like that. Did he like it? He was still trying to form an answer, as he led there panting from laughing when Darren lifted the foot up and repeated the lick, Charlie arching his body at the sensation. He had always had ticklish feet, and never enjoyed them being touched before, but now he felt his dick pulse as he watched Darren start licking his foot. He let his tongue run over the bottom of it, before planting kisses over the heel, and moved around to the arch. It was a feeling like nothing Charlie had ever felt, and he could only sigh as he watched Darren making out with his foot, holding it to his face as he let his mouth move around it. When Darren had licked and kissed over every part of the foot, Charlie groaned as Darren started to take the toes into his mouth, sucking on them one by one.
It was a new feeling for Darren also, who had never even considered foot play before, and had only started this as a joke before hearing how Charlie had responded. Now though, he couldn't get enough of the taste, and as he looked down at Charlie's face, he took the lad's big toe into his mouth, and the two locked eyes as Darren sucked on it gently. Charlie couldn't believe this was happening, and yet he felt his dick leaking so much precum into his boxers they were almost soaked. It was still such a strange sensation to him, but he loved it, until Charlie felt his other leg pulled up and his foot placed on Darren's chest.
Darren lowered the foot he was pleasuring back down to the table before restarting with the right foot. Darren couldn't understand it, this started as playful tickling after a tough talk, and now he was standing here lapping at Charlie's foot. And it tasted great, and as he licked and kissed over it he couldn't help but moan. He watched Charlie closely as he moved his tongue between each toe, Charlie shivering as the feeling washed over him. It was still ticklish, but the feeling's shot straight to his dick, and the way Darren moved his tongue and locked eyes on him, Charlie loved the sensation as his mouth closed over his big toe again. Charlie felt Darren lift his right leg again, and thought he was going to move back to the other foot, but Darren instead ran his finger along the bottom of the foot, moving in a slow circle. Charlie couldn't help but arch his back, his body torn as one foot was sucked and the other teased, and Charlie felt his dick pulse in his boxers. He knew he wouldn't last with the combined assault, and tried to tell Darren he was close, but couldn't find words as the finger swirled over the sensitive arches on his left foot, and the tongue and lips moved over the same spot on the other foot. It was too much, and Charlie finally shouted out in pleasure, exploding into his boxers as he came untouched, his feet pressing hard against Darren as he orgasmed.
Darren smirked as he gave each foot a final deep kiss, pressing each to his face before letting them drop down to hang off the table, looking down at Charlie's limp body as he lay there panting. Darren saw the damp patch forming on Charlie's trousers, and bent to undo them and pull them open. Charlie felt his legs lifted as his trousers were removed, followed by his boxers, leaving him nothing but his school shirt. He felt a breath on his dick, and as he looked down he saw Darren lapping over his groin, doing his best to lick up the cum that covered his pubes. Charlie just lay there, letting Darren work, before he moved to sit up and pulled Darren into a kiss. "Wow!"
Darren smiled, "Yeah. Never done that before, so that was interesting. Good though?"
Charlie gestured to himself, his dick still sticky with the load he shot, and laughed, "Fucking great." Darren laughed also, and looked at the lad's clothes he was holding. He walked over to the washing machine, throwing the cum soaked clothes inside, before adding his own discarded jeans and peeling off his boxers and shirt. He now stood naked as he set the machine going, and then walked back to Charlie, placing a hand on the back of his head as he kissed him deeply. Charlie responded, letting their tongues move against each other, before taking Darren's hand and hopping off the table and leading him towards the stairs.
Darren was on his knees on Charlie's bed, his face pressed into the pillow as Charlie thrusted away in his ass. The two had barely been through the door before Darren had bent down over the bed, his ass pointing at Charlie who had moved behind him and started to rim him, preparing Darren while he got hard again. Being 18 it didn't take long, but he continued to lick and spit over the hole until he finally assumed the position behind Darren and slowly pushed inside. It had been weeks since he'd been fucked, and Darren gasped as he felt the 7" dick enter him, and he rested his head on the pillow as he enjoyed the feeling of finally being filled again. Charlie bottomed out, and let his dick sit there for a minute before he started to move his hips. He loved the way Darren had started to move his ass back onto Charlie's thrusts, moaning into the pillow as he let his son fuck him. It felt so good. Charlie kept changing his speed, his angle, even the amount of thrust changed from short sharp jabs to long slow strokes, and Darren loved every second of it. It was obvious to Darren that the lad had learnt a lot from his experiences, and he silently thanked each guy that Charlie had been with for teaching him. Darren had no idea how long he'd been kneeling there, amazed at the Charlie's stamina when he felt Charlie shift position, the lad taking a firmer hold of his waist and begin thrusting faster and harder. Darren moaned louder, Charlie's new position meant he was now thrusting directly onto his prostate, and Darren gripped the headboard for leverage as he pushed back and begged Charlie to fuck him. The room filled with groans from both of them as the bed banged the wall, and with a final thrust, Charlie came up Darren's ass. He moaned loudly as he did, his head resting on Darren's back as he felt the ass squeezing his dick, as if it was trying to extract every drop from him.
The two stayed locked together like that before Charlie slipped out of him and rolled them both onto their sides, the two spooning against the other as they recovered. Charlie started to kiss over Darren's neck, enjoying the trace of sweat he found there, and as he sucked gently he leaned in and whispered, "I'm going to need new sheets. They're all sweaty." Darren laughed, and turned onto his back to face the lad, the two locking lips for a minute, before Darren curled his arm under Charlie's head as he pulled him close. Charlie rested his head there for a moment, breathing in the smell of this man that he loved, and as his nose filled with the scent of Darren, the dream came back to him. He closed his eyes starting at Darren's neck he licked up the scent of the older man, his mouth soon filled with the flavour of Darren, and it just drove Charlie to find more. He would lick, then kiss, over his neck and then moved down his chest repeating the act each time. Lick, kiss. Lick, kiss. He moved around the buff chest, taking his time as he circled his tongue over Darren's nipple, sucking on it gently making Darren groan. Charlie smiled at the reaction, but released it as he continued his exploration of Darren's body.
Darren was surprised at Charlie's action, he had hoped to just rest here for a while and was going to stop him, but it felt so good. In fact, it felt amazing, and his dick was showed it as it pointed at the ceiling, precum leaking down it as it cried for attention. Charlie looked at it, and was tempted to take it into his mouth, but just kept up his licking and kissing, no circling around Darren's stomach, inching closer to the belly button. This felt the most intimate he'd been with anyone, and as he closed his eyes to enjoy the taste of his Dad's body, he realised how happy and safe he felt with Darren. He could never imagine worshiping another body like this, and as he raised his head slightly, he looked down at the belly button and dove onto it. His tongue slid inside, and he felt Darren shift and laugh against him, but Charlie just continued to swirl his tongue against the sensitive hole, jabbing his tongue inside further. The sweat was so intense there, it was almost too much for Charlie, but as he removed his tongue, he sealed his lips around the belly button and gave it a few gentle sucks, then released it.
Darren breathed became heavier as Charlie resumed his exploration, moving back up his chest, licking and kissing him. This was driving him insane, and he tried to pull Charlie up, but the lad resisted, and just kept moving slowly over him until Darren was forced to just lie there and enjoy this. Charlie reached the other nipple, and circled it with the tip of his tongue, before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. Darren gasped, his sensitive nipple sending shockwaves through his body and he tried to move his hand to his dick, but Charlie batted the hand away, taking it into his own hand. Darren arched his back as Charlie began to jerk him off while sucking on his nipple, and he wasn't sure he'd last long, until Charlie released his nipple from his mouth, before quickly moving to the other one. Darren wanted more, thrusting up into Charlie's hand, but he kept the same steady rhythm as Darren moaned. After a few minutes of teasing his nipples, Charlie leaned up and stared down at Darren's face, seeing the man look back at him in desperate lust, and Charlie bent his head and kissed him deeply. Their tongues moved against each other, Darren's moans filling Charlie's mouth as his hand kept up its movement, before Charlie broke the kiss. He let his face hang inches above Darren, looking at him closely but never letting their lips meet when Darren tried to lean up, and Charlie finally said, "I love you Dad. Cum for me."
It was like Darren's whole body exploded in pleasure. His hands gripped the sheets, his legs shot out as his toe's curled. His body arched as his dick fired shot after shot of cum all over his chest and stomach, before the last shots landed on Charlie's still moving hand. Charlie released the dick, and brought it to his mouth, licking it clean as Darren lay there recovering, unable to believe the intensity of that jerk off. The body worship he'd enjoyed had been incredible, but Darren knew it was the words Charlie spoke that had up the feeling of that orgasm, and as he opened his eye's to look up at his son, he knew he'd do anything this lad asked of him. They kissed again, a sensual act that showed their love for the other, before Charlie led his head back on the pillow next to Darren. Darren would happily have stayed there forever, but as he looked over and saw the time and reluctantly pushed Charlie away and said, "Come on, Nancy will be home soon. We need to get these sheets in the wash, and I definitely need to shower."
"Stop," Charlie said, and Darren paused as he was reaching to the bed to remove the sheets. "Leave them, I want to smell you tonight when I sleep." Darren stood up in surprise, and was about to argue, when Charlie said, "Please Darren. Just for tonight, we'll change them tomorrow." Darren just nodded, agreeing to the request, and surprised at the need he saw in Charlie's face. Charlie moved to give Darren a final kiss on the cheek, his hand smoothing through the cum on Darren's stomach, and then pushed Darren to the door to start his shower. As soon as Darren left the room, Charlie looked at the cum on his hand, and in an act that surprised even him, he picked up his pillow. He opened the end, placing his hand inside and wiped the cum on the inside until it was dry, then removed it. He held the pillow to his face, and sniffed, his head filling with the smell of Darren's load and he moaned into the pillow before placing it back on the bed. For once, Charlie couldn't wait to go to bed tonight.
Meanwhile, Darren headed into the shower. As he washed he thought of what they'd both done today, talking all of Charlie's problems and issues through, before finally falling into each other's arms. It felt different than any other relationship he'd ever had, somehow more intimate, and Darren still couldn't believe the intensity of it. The way he'd pleasured Charlie's feet was an act he had never considered with any other partner, and he had never felt so loved as when Charlie worked his body with his tongue. It had all been so good, and that didn't even include the way he felt as Charlie fucked his ass, that almost felt an added bonus to everything else they'd done together. Suddenly, he felt hands circle his body, and turned to find Charlie had joined him, and he was about to argue when he felt the boy's tongue slip into his mouth. The older man gave in, and they made out for a few minutes under the shower spray, stroking each other's bodies before jumping apart as they heard the front door slam. Charlie ran from the room as Darren quickly dried off and just threw on a robe as he had no time to change, and headed downstairs to greet his wife. He met her at the bottom of the stairs as he rubbed a towel through his hair, and moved her into the kitchen, where she started to grill him on Charlie's whereabouts and why he was showering.
That was when Charlie came downstairs, dressed in t-shirt and pyjama bottoms, looking like he'd just woken up. Nancy marched over and placed a hand to his head, and after a minute she said, "Well you are warm, and you do look flushed. Maybe it was a good idea to stay home." She headed back to the kitchen, putting away groceries as she told them both about the nightmare of a day she'd had. "So now I've got to go on this course instead of having my nice relaxing weekend I planned."
"You're going away? How long?" Darren asked, his head turning to Charlie as the two took in this information.
"I just told you!!! I'm going Thursday and I'll be back on Sunday. God, Darren you never listen." She continued talking but neither heard her, and unseen by her, Charlie mouthed two words at Darren that made his dick grow and his ass twitch.
"Movie Night."
Hope you liked this one. People wanted Darren back in the story, and liked this idea when it came to me. Hope you liked the foot fun, it's kind of foreign to me, but it was a request I'd had a while back that I thought was a good revisit.
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