This is a story about characters from the television show Privileged. This story is not meant to imply anything about the characters or actors. All rights are held by CSB Paramount Network Television, Warner Bros. Television, College Hill Productions, and Alloy Entertainment.
---- Privileged ----
After a day of surfing, Charlie gathered his stuff, changed and started driving. He knocked on the huge Baker mansion door when he arrived. He and Megan had agreed to go over his papers for college acceptance; the two had been best friends since forever, but little did she know that Charlie was nursing a secret crush for her.
"Hey." Will answered, peeved that this fag Charlie was back. The two had clashed previously and Will had always got the vibe that Charlie was extremely jealous. He was alone in the house now, so he didn't have to be polite to Megan's best friend as he was when Megan was around.
Charlie looked around and invited himself in casually. "Is Megan here?"
"Nope," Will blatantly, thinking what a desperate guy Charlie was.
Charlie had continued to wander deeper into the mansion, roaming the lobby like a schoolboy on an excursion. "Well can I wait for her anyway?"
"If you want..." Will shrugged and started walking towards the lounge. Charlie stood there, with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, waiting around while Will sat down in amusement, watching the idiot make a fool of himself.
After watching the surfer walking around doing nothing for about thirty seconds, Will got off from the lounge and started walking upstairs. "Wanker." he mumbled.
"Hey what did you say?" Charlie said, tightening his eyebrows and taking his hands out of his pockets.
"I said, you're a wanker." Will fired back, rolling his eyes as he stopped in his tracks and turn to face Charlie. Was this pauper really going to challenge him?
Charlie took three steps forward to meet Will face-to-face. "The jealous boyfriend," Charlie began, "don't worry, I've seen plenty of your kind before...and after they all ran away, Megan would come running back to me."
The two stood there, glaring at each other, enraged. Finally, Will broke the silence, challenging the surfer, "So you're saying I'm just another guy she'll forget later huh?"
"Yeah, that's right," Charlie responded, "especially if you're going to call me a wanker." He inched closer to Will's face.
"Well, you are, aren't you?" Will smirked. The billionaire wanted to mess with the poor boy's mind, even if it probably wasn't worth his time.
Charlie was confused and slightly embarrassed now, his face turning red. "Excuse me?" he always thought Will has a relatively mature person, albeit a little rash, but he didn't suspect that Will would now start calling people immature names.
"What, you don't wank?" Will continued, smiling slightly, and enjoying making the blonde squirm.
Charlie was now angry and ready to throw a punch right at Will's smug, annoying...but handsome face. "That's none of your business, bastard."
"Ooh, tough guy now, huh?" Will said sarcastically, still playing games. Silence followed. Charlie wanted to say something but couldn't find anything smart to say back, he just stored his rage within his body. Will was enjoying himself, watching the wannabe implode. He provoked Charlie further by showing the masturbating motion in front of Charlie, shaking his fist up and down, up and down in front of Charlie's face. Then, he cupped Charlie's balls as a joke.
"Oh fuck you." Charlie was about to push Will to the wall, until Will grinned.
"Take it easy buddy," He chuckled, with his hands still firmly on Charlie's treasure.
"What the fuck?" Charlie was confused, and looking down at the sight of Will squeezing his balls quite tightly. What he couldn't admit was that he slightly liked the feeling. Will let go.
"You know what Charlie..." Will said, as he circled the surfer. "I admire you, for sticking by Megan even though studs like me are always fucking her. I admire you, for not giving up hope. And I admire you more, for keeping yourself single, despite the fact that your little buddy there clearly wants to be free." Will continued, smiling and pointing to Charlie's obvious boner.
Charlie's face grew redder by the second. "Fuck off," he mumbled as he was about to walk away.
"But wait, buddy," Will said, as he roughly grabbed Charlie's hand, still smiling cheekily, like a bully. "I want to know, if you really are a wanker or not."
"I told you to fu-" But before Charlie could finish, Will pulled Charlie towards him and kissed his surfer lips. At first Charlie was non-responsive, resisting and angry. He tried to break the kiss, groaning and telling Will to get off. But these sounds were muffled, as Will continued to explore Charlie's mouth. Suddenly, the kiss became very passionate and the two were pressed up against a wall.
Will then unbuckled Charlie's belt, and slid down his jeans to reveal Charlie's tight, black, Calvin Klein boxer briefs. "Surprised you even wear CKs, you sandy bastard." Will whispered, into Charlie's ear.
"You dirty, little fucker." Charlie smiled. He secretly had always fantasized about fucking the billionaire bad boy.
The pair did not stop indulging in each other as they moved to the guest bedroom. Will pushed Charlie roughly, down onto the bed and lunged on top of him. He slid himself down to Charlie's naval area and played once more with Charlie's now fully erect, huge, dick and balls through the texture of the underwear. "Mmmmm" Charlie groaned, as Will now used his nose to sniff the smells of Charlie's cock, still through the fabric. Charlie's cock was so hard now that it would poke Will in the eye. Then, Charlie started moving his cock back and forth, slapping Will's cheeks. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Will would gasp, closing his eyes and rhythmically cursing.
Finally, Will slid down the boxer briefs. "Fuck! Now I wanna surf that." Will said, impressed. Charlie's humongous dick was at least 9 inches long and very thick. It was reddish, and the state of its hardness had exposed the veins of the dick. The cock was surrounded by thick, brownish-blonde pubes and it had a slight curve to it. Will inhaled the funny aromas that Charlie's cock sent out; the fishy yet soothing stink it oozed into the air. He got down eye-level with the wonder and licked the piss slip, which drew massive moans from the surfer. Will then buried his face in Charlie's awesome pubes, and inhaled the ripe smell. Will saw that sweat had begun to arise at Charlie's forehead, so he pulled himself up and cleaned it away by licking the forehead clean. "Don't sweat it babe," he said, as he kissed Charlie's now-clean forehead.
Will then helped Charlie take off his denim jacket. The thinner man rubbed Charlie's ripped body through the fabric of his yellow t-shirt, and used his fingers to caress Charlie's muscular arms. Charlie raised his arms so that Will could take Charlie's t-shirt off. Once it was off, Will pinned Charlie's arms to the bed and invaded Charlie's right armpit by burying his face into the hairy cave and deeply inhaling the wonderful scent.
He drank the sweat on the tips of the armpit hair and vigorously rubbed his face hard into Charlie's pit. "Fuck your pit smells good." Will whispered. Charlie moaned at the immense pleasure, and forced Will's nose even further up Charlie's hairy pit by using his other hand to push Will's sweaty head down. Charlie gasped for air when Will used his skilled tongue to run through Charlie's toned 6-pack. He was pleased that the cute surfer was packing some hair on his chest. Like an animal without dinner, Will rubbed his cheek against Charlie's light brown-blondish fur and practically licked the sweat on Charlie's body clean.
"Fuck, just suck me already." Charlie gasped. Will laughed as he stopped licking Charlie's godly body and payed his attention to the stiff rod.
Carefully, he grabbed on to the cock and nodded his head down. "Hey little buddy," he said, stroking it up and down. He put it in his mouth, and to his surprise, Charlie immediately started moving his body up and down, up and down. Will almost choked. "Fuckkkk, fuckk, fuckkk" Charlie shouted, deep throating the more arrogant of the two. Will finally got a grip of his breath and started to hum while sucking, which sent delightful vibrations to Charlie's cock.
Finally, after minutes passed, Charlie shouted at the top of his lungs. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum..... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Some of the warm, salty jizz went straight to Will's mouth but most of it went to his navy Ralph Lauren knit sweater.
"Disgusting. Poor boy jizz. I'll have my cleaner wash this." Will joked, taking off the shirt and tossing it to Charlie's face. The cum that was on the shirt then landed on Charlie's face. Charlie was now tasting his own cum.
"I wouldn't complain if I were you, this tastes fucking great." Charlie said, licking his lips. Will moved his body and lay on top of the exhausted surfer. Will smiled cheekily at Charlie. "That'll be $20 for the blow and another $50 to taste this billionaire's bad boy", Will said, arrogantly cupping his balls and dick from the inside of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs and then taking them out again. "Wanna sniff?" Will offered his stinky hand right under Charlie's nostrils.
"You bastard," Charlie started, trying to not sound desperate. But Charlie couldn't resist. He held Will's strong hand and put it right up to his nose and sniffed, before inhaling the funky stench deeply. "Fuuuuck", Charlie moaned, closing his eyes. "I'll pay you for another sn-" before Charlie could finish, Will took him in for a kiss, and they shared Charlie's warm jizz.
"Seems like interrupting people is your thing," Charlie smiled, caressing Will's sweaty neck.
"Don't get too comfortable, you know my turn's next."