Charlie & Nick
by David Heulfryn

 

Nick was a senior assistant at the sports shop and was responsible for opening the shop in the mornings. The shop was never busy that early, but the first task was to restock and tidy the shelves.

Charlie stood back as Nick raised the shutters and unlocked the door. Nick locked the door again once they were inside while Charlie turned on the lights. The brothers got to work and busied themselves. It wasn’t until they had each sorted their designated areas and met each other at the tills to unlock them that they talked to each other.

“That didn’t take as long as usual,” Nick commented.

“If only every morning were like this, I could have another half hour in bed.” Charlie yawned, covering his gaping mouth with his hand.

“You might get a chance to have a morning wank.” Nick laughed, grabbed his brother’s bulge through his shorts, squeezed and let go.

“Fuck off.” Charlie batted his hand away.

“We have time before we open, whip it out and beat it.”

Charlie looked at the glass doors. “Better not, we have a customer waiting. I know we don’t open for another twenty minutes, but he looks desperate.”

Nick looked over at the young man peering through the glass doors. He looked at the brothers, his eyes pleading with them to let him in. The young man had a rucksack over one shoulder and was wearing a University of Cockaigne tracksuit. He looked like a fresher.

“Go and let him in!” Nick told Charlie, “I don’t want him standing there watching us for twenty minutes. I feel like a goldfish in a bowl.”

Charlie unclocked the door and let the young man inside.

“Thanks, I didn’t know you were open yet. I need a new pair of rugby boots. I’m due on the coach in two hours for a friendly match in Suddene.”

“I didn’t think there was such a thing as a friendly rugby match.” Nick laughed.

The young man smiled, “Not with Suddene, there isn’t. We intend to murder them. We lost last year and can’t let that happen again.”

“Give ‘em hell, mate.” Charlie grinned, “Let’s see what we’ve got.” Charlie led the young man to the footwear section. “What size are you?”

Nick looked at the bulge in the man’s crotch. “Seven inches is my guess.”

The young man smiled at Nick. “Not bad, but you underestimate me. Just over eight hard and dripping inches.” He looked at Charlie, “And size 10.”

Charlie looked at his feet; they looked big. He glanced at the man’s crotch and noticed it was growing. “Why the urgency? What happened to your others?” Chalie made smalltalk.

“The stitching has rotted away. After the last match, I forgot about them. I found them in my sports bag. They were damp, and now they’re falling apart.”

“Well, we’ll get you sorted so you can beat Suddene.” Charlie looked at Nick, “Can you get what we have in size ten.”

“By your command, Charlie.” Nick grinned as he stood to attention and went behind the scenes to get the boots.

“I’m Jeremy, by the way.” The young man smiled at Charlie, who was at his feet, unlacing his trainers to take them off.

“Charlie.” He smiled at him, “That idiot is my older brother, Nick.” As Charlie pulled off Jeremy’s trainers, he could smell his clean socks. They were white cotton and relatively thin. “Do you want me to find some rugby socks for you so you can get a better feel for the fit of the boots?”

“No need.” Jeremy grabbed his rucksack and pulled out his balled-up rugby socks. He dropped them for Charlie to catch.

Charlie removed Jeremy’s white socks and tried to pull on his rugby socks. He struggled because of his tracksuit pants. He tried to push them up his legs but couldn’t manage it.

“Would it be easier if I took my tracksuit off?”

Charlie looked up at the young man. Their eyes met, and something unspoken was in the stare.

Jeremy stood up and pulled off his tracksuit top. Underneath, he wore a tight tee shirt that showed his defined body. His pecs were pronounced, and his nipples protruded. Charlie crouched at his feet and watched as he lowered his tracksuit trousers. Jeremy was wearing a jockstrap, and Charlie noticed the pouch was stretched, a small wet patch highlighted where his knob pressed against the fabric. Could he detect that wet patch growing? He thought he could.

Charlie’s face was now looking at the young man’s crotch. His stare was disturbed.

“I’ve got a couple of styles for you to try.” Nick returned and didn’t acknowledge the erotic vignette his brother and Jeremy had created. “Good idea, Charlie. He should wear his rugby socks to try them on.”

Charlie shook his head. Jeremey sat back down as Charlie put on the thick rugby socks.

Nick took out two boots to show Jeremy the styles. “Which ones do you want to try first?”

“Which is cheaper?” Jeremy asked.

“These.” Nick held out the plain black boot. “The other is branded, but there’s no real difference in quality. We are selling a lot of black ones. They are very popular.”

“Well, let’s see how they fit.”

Nick passed the boots to Charlie, who put them on Jeremy’s feet.

“Does everyone get such a personal service?” He asked.

“Only when we aren’t busy,” Charlie said.

“And only when Charlie fancies the customer.”

“Nick!” Charlie blushed at his brother’s comment. “You’re embarrassing Jeremy!”

“No, I’m embarrassing you.” Nick looked at Jeremy, “He’s not had a shag for months.”

“Pack it in, Nick.” Charlie got to his feet and squared up to his brother. “You know my ex-girlfriend dumped me a few months ago, so don’t rub it in. Just because you fuck your bird nearly every night doesn’t mean we are all looking for a quick fuck.”

“Calm down, Charlie. I was only joking.” Nick approached Jeremy and whispered in his ear, “I think I touched a nerve.” Thankfully, Charlie didn’t hear him.

“How do they feel?” Charlie asked, looking at the freshly laced boots on his feet.

“Good.”

“Run around the store. Make sure they aren’t loose or pinching anywhere.”

Charlie and Nick watched as Jeremy jogged between the racks of tracksuits, jackets, swimsuits and coats. They weren’t looking at his feet, but his arse as it jiggled as he ran. Charlie felt his cock harden as he looked at Jeremy’s crack. He would have liked to push his cock between those cheeks and impale the young man. As Jeremy ran back to them, they watched as the pouch of his jockstrap swayed from side to side. Charlie thought his cock had shrunk slightly, but there was still that tell-take wet spot where his knob rested.

Nick noticed Charlie’s tented shorts. He went over to his brother and pulled them down. Charlie didn’t flinch as his jock-covered crotch was exposed. Nick then pulled off his brother’s polo shirt.

Jeremy went over to Charlie and kissed him. His hand rubbed Charlie’s crotch and felt the dampness caused by his leaking cock. “I want to fuck you,” Jeremy said.

Charlie gasped and leant over a rack of trainers, pointing his exposed arse at Jeremy. Nick stood back and watched.

Jeremy knelt between Charlie’s legs and pulled his cheeks apart. He saw his pink pucker and delved in with his tongue. Jeremy licked and probed Charlie’s arse, eliciting groans from him. He stabbed his tongue and forced it inside. Charlie shuddered as he was penetrated. Jeremy licked inside Charlie; it tasted bitter but clean. His tongue went as deep as it could go, but Charlie groaned in frustration; he wanted Jeremy to go deeper. He licked his finger and thrust it inside Charlie. The groan coming from his lips was now a groan of satisfaction. A second finger was added. Jeremy was stretching Charlie’s hole.

Nick was feeling left out. He didn’t want to watch them as he stroked his cock. He got behind Jeremy and started licking his hole. It was no different to licking out his girlfriend. He enjoyed licking and tasting the other person. But licking was not the goal. Nick grabbed the waistband of Jeremy’s jockstrap and pulled it to his knees. His face went back between Jeremy’s cheeks and ate his hole again. His hand reached around and grabbed Jeremy’s cock. He stroked as he licked. Nick pulled back and took in a deep breath.

He raised himself and nibbled on Jeremy’s ear. “I want to see you fuck my brother,” Nick whispered.

Jeremy groaned, and Nick could feel his cock lurch in his hand.

Nick and Jeremy stood up. Jeremy held his hard, wet cock. Nick reached for his brother’s cheeks and pulled them apart.

Jeremy pushed forward, his cock touching Charlie’s hole. The mere touch made Charlie groan in anticipation.

“Bullseye.” Nick smiled.

Jeremy pushed, and his cock slipped inside Charlie, who growled as his arse was filled.

“Oh, fuck!” Charlie groaned as he relished the feeling of a cock in the arse again.

Nick watched as Jeremy slowly fucked his brother. Jeremy’s arse was enticing him, his buttocks squeezing tight as he plunged forward into his brother and relax, becoming fleshy, as he pulled back. Nick pulled down his shorts and jockstrap and stood behind Jeremy. He held his stiff cock and inched forward. His cock pushed between Jeremy’s buttocks. Jeremy didn’t object, and Nick pushed hard.

All three men were motionless as Jeremy grunted and tried to relax his hole to ease the pain of penetration. Nick reached around and rubbed his brother’s jock-covered crotch. It was damp, and he could feel his brother’s hard cock. He gripped the shaft and squeezed. Charlie moaned.

“Keep fucking me!” Charlie pleaded to Jeremy.

Nick released his brother’s covered cock and thrust into Jeremy. It took some time until they found their rhythm and started to moan and groan. Nick had no idea his brother was a noisy fucker, or in this case a noisy fuckee. He was grunting and groaning as he pleaded for Jeremy to go harder.

“Harder!” Charlie begged. “Go deeper! Shit! My cock is burning up.”

Jeremy forced his cock as deep within Charlie as he could. He thrust hard, nearly unbalancing the three men. “It’s as deep as I go.” He gasped and felt Charlie’s arse clench and grip his cock. “Fuck, Nick! Ease off, or I’ll shoot inside your brother.”

Charlie didn’t want him to slow down. “Fuck me faster, Howard. Make me cum. My cock is nearly bursting, it hurts.”

Nick’s ears pricked up. You can’t accidentally throw out your stepfather’s name while being fucked. The idea of something between them made Nick’s cock throb, and he pushed hard into Jeremy.

“I’m going to cum!” Nick gasped.

“Cum in me. I play better with an arse full of cum.” Jeremy gulped. “Shit! I’m nearly there.”

“Fuck!” Charlie called out. His cock exploded, and he came inside his jockstrap. His cum came thick and fast, oozing out of the fabric.

Charlie’s orgasm set off a chain reaction. His arse throbbed around Jeremy’s invading cock, teasing out his cum. Jeremy thrust and stayed deep inside Charlie as his cock throbbed and sprayed his insides with cum.

Jeremy’s orgasm set off Nick, and he pumped his cum deep within the young man.

The three young men rested, leaning against each other, cocks and arses still connected as they came down from their orgasms.

Nick pulled out of Jeremy and pulled up his jockstrap and shorts. He stepped back and admired the scene of his well fucked brother and the young man with his wilting cock still inside him.

Jeremy pulled out of Charlie. He waddled over to his rucksack as he pulled up his jockstrap. He pulled out something else and showed it to Nick. It was a black rubber buttplug. He leant forward and pushed it in. “It’ll be with your help if we win.” He winked at Nick.

Charlie was recovering and wiped a finger along his crack, stopping to push it into his hole and scoop out some cum. He licked his finger.

“You looked shagged out!” Nick laughed at his dishevelled brother. “And you stink of cum. That jock must have soaked up loads of your cum. It’s saturated.”

Charlie looked down. His cock had shrunk, but his crotch was wet and sticky. He pulled them off and stood naked in front of his brother and Jeremy. “I’ll borrow a fresh jock from the shop.”

Jeremy grabbed a towel from his rucksack and threw it at Charlie. “Wipe yourself off with this. With your brother’s cum up my arse and your cum on my towel, the shower after the game is going to be fun.”

Charlie wiped his spunky cock and balls with Jeremy’s towel and chucked it back at him.

“What about the boots?” Nick asked.

“Perfect. I’ll take them. I might come back for more kit another day.”

“We’re here most weekday mornings.”

Jeremy took off the boots, and the three young men dressed again. They took Jeremy to the tills and scanned in the boots.

“That’s cheap,” Jeremy commented when Nick told him the price.

“Staff discount.” Nick winked at him.

“Thanks. And I can certainly recommend the service here.” He chuckled, and Nick let him out.

It was only a few minutes until their official opening time, so he left the doors open. It wasn’t for another hour before another customer came in. A young woman wanted a new football kit for her young son. Charlie helped the lady while Nick sat behind the till and dozed.

 

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