Fucking In Hollyoaks Village

Fucking in Hollyoaks Village (Gay, Celebrity)

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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Dave grumbled as he walked back to the Osbourne house, annoyed that he had forgotten his phone on his rush out of the door. He had a few odd jobs to do before proper work started this afternoon, and already he was behind, so as he stormed through the door it was to the surprise of the two people in the kitchen making out. He froze there as the two sprung apart, and his jaw hit the floor as Darren and Charlie fumbled for an explaination of what Dave had just walked in on. Not that there was doubt as both were flushed, their hair a mess and both sporting erections that tented their thin pyjama bottoms, while staring back at Dave's sudden appearance. They had waited to be sure he had gone before falling into each other's arms, neither having the chance to spend time alone since the Williams family had moved in, but finally this morning they found themselves alone. For a few minutes at least.

Dave struggled to form words, and Darren told Charlie to leave them to talk. The lad didn't want to, but knew it was for the best, so made his way up the stairs but instead of going back to his room, he sat on top of the stairs to listen in. He was worried how Dave would react to his discovery, and didn't want to go too far in case Darren needed support. "Sit down," he heard Darren say, his voice carrying up to Charlie so he could hear each word, as well as the scrape of a couple chairs being moved so the men could sit down.

"Darren.. what.. I mean, what..?" Dave stammered as he tried to process what he had seen, not that there was much doubt in his mind. Darren was quite obviously kissing Charlie, his son, and it was also fairly obvious what would have happened if he had not returned. "Tell me." Dave stared at Darren, waiting for the man to explain his actions, so Darren started to talk. He told of how it had all started and progressed, skirting the more sordid details and numerous partners, but leaving no doubt that he and Charlie had been getting together for a while. It left Dave shocked and stunned, and he leaned back in the chair as he took in the information. It was amazing to him that another Dad in the village was having sex with their son, after his encounters with Ethan and his boys, and later with Mason alone, he had thought he'd be the only one to experience the taboo. He had spent many nights thinking of his time with his family, but had struggled with how to deal with it, so had avoided a repeat of the time they had spent together. Not that had stopped him jacking off many times to the memory of his boy's, especially Mason, and he often caught himself looking at the lad in ways a father shouldn't.

"Dave, please. You can't tell anyone about us. There's only a few people that know, and we can't risk it getting out. It'd destroy our family, and I can't lose them. It'd kill me, I know it would." Dave looked at the man, and saw he meant every word of it, and he knew he couldn't do that. Charlie, who was sat listening on the stairs, clenched his hands into fists and felt his eyes tear up. He had known it would be bad if people found out about him and Darren, but didn't know how fearful Darren was about it, and he vowed to be more careful in future, and talk to the others that knew and insist they keep the secret. He loved the man, and couldn't bear to lose him from his life.

Dave nodded as he said, "OK. I won't say anything, but Darren. You can't do this. It's wrong, and if people find out.."

Darren sniffed hard, and looked to the stairs as he said, "I know, but I can't stop. I don't know how or why it happened, but it did. I've loved that boy as my son, and when we first got together, it just felt right. We fit, and I can't help how I feel, because it's not just sex for us, and its not something I can explain to you." He saw a shadow move, and was sure Charlie was listening to the conversation and admitted, "I love him, Dave."

Dave was stunned, and saw the truth in his friend's face. "I.. I won't say anything. But Darren, this can't end well for you. Or him. Or the family if this comes out. So, please, for all your sakes, be careful." Darren wiped his eye and nodded, and was about to stand when Dave stopped him and asked, "How did you know? That you felt that way for him?"

Darren sat back, a little taken aback at the question, and as he looked at Dave he wondered what brought the question on, but he did his best to explain. "I don't know, if I'm honest. I'd been with other guys, and there's been plenty of women, and its got me in trouble over the years. I've ruined things with Nancy more times than I can count, but I've always loved her more than the others, and Charlie.. he's, its the closest I've felt to what I have with Nancy. I know its wrong, but when we're together I stare at him. When he's gone, I miss him." Another glance at the stairs, and he was more positive Charlie was listening, and he wished he could say this to the boy's face, but a look at Dave's face made him pause. "Dave, you OK?"

The man nodded slowly, thinking of Darren's words, but said nothing for a moment. "I.. Me and.. I.." But he couldn't finish the sentence until Darren did for him.

"You've thought of Mason like this?" Dave stopped muttering, and staring back at Darren, he nodded. "You been together?" Dave couldn't breathe, but nodded his head, unaware that on the stairs Charlie had turned to look back at his room where Mason still slept. The lad was a late riser, and had still to make an appearance despite all that had taken place this morning. Charlie didn't know how his friend could sleep through this, and he strained to hear the rest of the revealing chat downstairs. Dave was explaining the first time when he had fucked Mason, before being discovered by his brother Ethan, and then gotten screwed by both his brother and both son's after Sam had walked in on them. Darren and Charlie were stunned at the revelation, and only listened as Dave described his apology and second time with Mason, telling Darren about the intense feeling of being buried in his son. "Hey, you don't have to tell me how good it feels." Dave laughed at that, and Darren joined him with a light punch on the shoulder, Charlie grinning at the ease in tension in the room below. "So, did you like it? Being with Mason?"

Dave hesitated, thinking of how to say what he felt. "That first time, it was all wrong. He tried to comfort me, and I just used him to feel good. I'll regret it for the rest of my life, but the next time was so different to anyone else I've been with. We talked, kissed, loved each other. He talked me though what felt good, and what not to do. It was.. amazing." Darren placed his hand on Dave's knee as he explained, his anger rising at the man's treatment of his boy that first time, but easing as he continued the story. "We've only been together a few times, because I was scared of how it made it made me feel, and what it would do to our relationship, but staying away has been just as hard," and he felt a weight lift at the admission. He stared at the floor, and waited for Darren's response.

"Dave, you should talk to Mason, because he must be freaking out about what you two have done. But Dave, think about what you want, because it sounds like you miss him," Darren said. He saw the shadow move on the stairs, and decided to push Dave a little. "When you think about him? How does it go?" Confusion filled Dave's face, until Darren asked, "Being together? Is it like that first time, or more like the second?"

Dave fidgeted at the question, but answered. "The second. I can't think of that first time without feeling ashamed, and I won't do that again to him."

"Charlie!" Darren called out, and Dave spun around to see the lad appear on the stairs, before plodding down to join them next to the table, where Darren curled his arm around his son's waist. "Dave. That first time, in your mind, it's ruined any chance of you two getting past this. You see yourselves together as shameful, and he'll feed off that." He pulled Charlie closer, and looked up at the lads face and said, "I know we shouldn't have, and I know the whole world will think it's wrong. But I'm not ashamed of being with you." Charlie beamed down at the man holding him, and bent down to kiss him, the two locking lips as they stood in front of a stunned Dave, who could only sit and watch. Darren's hand moved up to Charlie's face, and held him closer until they split apart, Charlie standing once again and blushing a little at the show they'd just put on. Darren's hand remained on his back, and smoothed back and forth, giving Charlie the confidence to stand there.

Dave gulped, and his mind raced thinking of what Darren said, and what he'd just seen. "You think.. that I should..?" He couldn't finish the thought, and could only gape as he saw Darren turn Charlie against the table and let his hands move up and down the teenagers legs, the fabric of the pyjama bottoms once again doing little to hide the bugling erection.

"I'm only saying, go talk to him. At the very least do that." Darren leaned in, and raising Charlie's shirt a little, placed a kiss on his smooth stomach. "If its something you both want and it leads to more, enjoy it. Enjoy each other, because believe me, it can feel great for both of you." Dave watched as Darren peppered kisses over Charlie's waistband, before seeing his hands move up to peel the bottoms over his teen dick where it sprang out into the air. Charlie gasped at the release, and groaned as Darren took him into his mouth and started to suck him off in front of Dave, his head bobbing slowly as he savoured the feeling. He continued for a couple of minutes before pulling away, and turned to see Dave watching him closely, as he pushed Charlie's pyjama bottoms all the way down and off his feet. "Dave, honestly. Go to Mason." He pushed Charlie back onto the table, the lad lying flat on his back as Darren raised his legs onto his shoulder, and moved forward so that he was licking and rimming Charlie's ass.

Dave couldn't move, the man fixed to the spot as Darren hungrily munched on Charlie's ass, the lad moaning louder as Darren licked his hole, pushing deeper as he smeared spit over it before raising a hand to insert a finger. Darren locked his eye on Dave as he said, "Dave, go." As he said it, Dave saw the finger slide in, Charlie grunting as it sank in knuckle deep before sliding out slowly. He just sat there, still unable to move as the father/son duo got more and more carried away, Charlie arching his back against the intrusion, while Darren resumed licking and spitting around the invading digit. Darren stood up, his own pyjama's protruding as his erection fought for release, and he said more firmly, "DAVE!!! Go to him."

Dave started at the raised voice, and stumbled to his feet as he saw Darren free his dick and spit into his hand as he lined it up to Charlie's ass. He saw the tip enter, and it was only Charlie's pleasured groan that made Dave walk to the stairs and walk up them, his head turning to the couple in the kitchen one last time before walking up the corridor. His mind raced, and his heart threatened to explode from his chest as he approached the bedroom that his son shared with Charlie, and he stood outside for a moment to think of what he was going to say, but all he could think of was how hard he was after watching Darren and Charlie. He finally knocked lightly, and pushed the door open to a sight that made him forget everything else. Mason was lying in bed asleep, the cover's pulled up to his waist while his smooth toned chest was exposed to the world, which was strange as Mason had always slept in a T-shirt when at home. If he thought about it, as he would later, it made sense as Charlie and Mason sharing would inevitably lead to nighttime antics between the pair.

He walked into the room, the coupling downstairs forgotten as he approached his son, who had not moved since his entrance. Dave sat down on the beds edge, and his hand shook as he reached out and placed it lightly on Mason's chest, feeling the heat radiate of the teen and his chest rise and fall with each breath. His hand smoothed over the body, his fingertips circling Mason's nipple, and earning a soft moan from his youngest, Dave repeating the act to encourage more. With his other hand, he pulled the sheet down, and his eyes travelled over Mason's body, his mouth dry as he kept his hand running over Mason. He stopped, suddenly aware of what he was doing, and as he tried to stand felt a hand grip his wrist and stop him. He looked at Mason's face, and saw the confusion written there, and Dave sank back onto the bed as Mason sat up, his hand releasing the wrist as he stared at his father and waited for some explaination. Dave breathed deeply and said, "Mase, I'm sorry. I've handled this whole thing so badly." Mason moved quick, taking Dave into his arms and hugging his father as the man let his head rest on Mason's shoulder, his own arms wrapping around his son's body.

They held each other for a few minutes, while downstairs Darren and Charlie carried on, this time doing something they had both learned to enjoy. Darren's dick ground into Charlie's ass, encased in the heat of the lad who was moaning and thrashing around as Darren had hold of his foot, holding it to his mouth as he licked and kissed over it. He didn't know why, but Charlie had grown to love this and though he had not shared it with anyone else, and it sent tremors coursing through his body as he felt Darren's tongue slide over the sole of his foot or his lips suck on one of his toes. For Darren, he had grown to enjoy the way Charlie's body and especially his ass would spasm on his dick while he savoured the taste of his son's foot, and he would spend ages on one foot before swapping to the other. He had even started to give the lad foot massages, only when the two were alone, and several times the intimate act had led to Charlie blowing a massive load over his chest or into Darren's mouth with barely a touch to his dick. Now, as Darren's mouth closed over his big toe and sucked, his thumbs pushed into the sole of the foot and massaged him, Charlie arched his back and cried out in pleasure.

Upstairs, Mason felt a gentle kiss on his shoulder, and moved apart but their faces remained close as Dave whispered, "Mase, can we..?" That was it, as Mason moved in and planted a kiss on Dave's mouth, the two letting their tongue's slide together as Dave began pulling his jacket off and Mason's hand moved to undo his shirt. When the clothing was removed, Mason fwlt himself pushed back and let Dave lie down on top of him, the two resuming their kiss as their arms and legs tangled and they each gave in to their passions. Dave was soon kissing down Mason's neck and chest, moving gradually lower as he made sure to taste every inch of his son as he worked his way down. Mason's hand's moved to his hair, his mind struggling with what was happening as he felt his father's mouth move further down his body, earning a gasp as the beard scratched over his smooth skin. He had woken up to find his Dad touching him, and now he could feel hands pulling at the drawstring on his pyjama bottoms, before a hand moved in to clutch at his straining erection. He sat up and pulled Dave's head up, and gasping he asked, "Dad, what are we doing? What if Charlie comes back? Or Darren? It's too risky."

Dave smiled as he said, "I know about the two of them, Mase, and they're busy downstairs. They convinced me to come here to you, because we've done this all wrong." His hand returned to Mason's dick, and he squeezed it gently which made Mason roll his eyes as he continued, "That first time shouldn't have happened like that. So let's do it again, properly this time, and see what happens."

Mason's eye's widened as he asked, "Seriously? You mean.." He could only watch as his Dad bent and let his tongue circle over Mason's dick, tasting his son's precum as he let his mouth close over it and suck gently. Mason fell back onto the bed, his body shaking as he felt the mouth take him further into his mouth, and then gag slightly as it connected with the back of his throat. Dave pulled off, but was determined to do well so he tried again, slower this time and making sure to not go too deep, and he was soon bobbing his head up and down on his youngest son, a hand in his hair guiding him along. He enjoyed it, even more so the moans from Mason's mouth than the act itself, but he kept going for a few minutes. He then stood up, wiping his mouth while undoing his jeans and pushing them to the floor along with his boxers, leaving him naked next to the bed and looking down at his boy. Mason looked up at his Dad, both excited and nervous of what the man was thinking, and his eye fell to the 7" pointing at him, his mouth becoming dry as he looked at the dick that had helped create him all those years ago. He didn't have to wait long as Dave climbed onto the bed near Mason's feet, and raising them up pulled the pyjama bottoms down leaving Mason naked and exposed, and he had to fight the urge to cover himself up, because even after everything he'd done and everyone he had been with, he still found it strange to be naked like this in front of people.

He had nothing to shy away from, his baggy clothes hid a smooth firm body that was surprisingly toned, one that many would be happy to explore. Right now though, he was letting his father have full access, and as he felt his legs raised higher until he was almost being bent double, and the bed shifted a little as Dave moved closer. The two locked eyes as Dave held the legs in place, and Mason watched as his Dad dipped his head and kissed his puckered hole, before letting his tongue slide over it. Mason gasped at the touch, gentle and yet firm, and the scratch of Dave's bearded face on his cheeks made him tremble. It felt so weird, and yet all he could do was claw at the bedsheets as he felt the tongue invade his hole more forcefully and start to lick around it, adding more spit with each thrust in, and soon he was groaning louder as Dave rimmed his ass. For Dave, as he looked down at Mason's face screw up in pleasure, he knew this how it should have been that first time, and he re-doubled his efforts.

After a few minutes, he wanted more though, and using one arm to hold Mason's legs up, he pulled away and said, "Mase, give me your hands." The young lad did, and Dave guided them to grip at his cheeks, spreading them wider and letting Dave lick deeper into his ass as Mason held his ass open for his father. Dave let his free hand slide over Mason's ass, and then slid a finger into his son, earning a gasp from the teen who tried to squeeze down on the digit as it pushed in further. The two stared at each other as Dave fingered Mason's ass, pushing in and out slowly, before adding another and letting his fingers spread the hole ready for his dick. Mason was moaning as his ass loosened, and when he could find words it was to tell Dave how good it felt, which only drove his father to do more. He spit on the hole, before moving up to suck on Mason's balls as his hand continued to move, stimulating Mason enough he could be heard by Darren and Charlie downstairs, if they had been paying attention. Mason sighed as Dave moved off him and sat up, letting his legs fall down to rest over Dave's legs. He had moved closer, getting his body as close to Mason's as he could, and he bent over the young body below him and kissed him softly before rising until he was inches away. They were both breathing hard, expectant of what was about to happen.

Dave felt a hand touch him, and looked down to see Mason's hand take his dick and guide it to his hole, before looking at his youngest son and asking, "Mase, are you sure about this?" Mason nodded his head, and sighed as the dick met his hole, sinking in a little as his hole opened up for his father. Dave pressed forward, slowly pushing in and the two never looked away from the other, each groaning at the sensation flooded through them. Dave finally settled, his dick fully sheathed in his son, but was too scared to move for fear of this ending too soon. He bent and kissed Mason again, rolling his hips forward as he did so and felt the teen moan into his mouth, and he couldn't help but smile into the kiss. This felt so good, and as the hole squeezed him tighter, he could only feel regret that his own stupidity and fear had stopped him doing this before now. That he had ruined that first time together, and then avoided Mason so many times since, he'd spend his life making up for it, starting right now. He used everything he had learned about Mason on the few nights they had spent with each other, and began to fuck in and out of the boy. He and Mason were soon groaning with each thrust, Mason wrapping his hands around Dave's neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss, Dave gradually building up the speed and pace of his thrusts.

Downstairs, Darren had picked Charlie up and carried him to the bedroom, and was now sat on the edge of the bed as Charlie rode his dick while sat in his lap. They were facing each other, Charlie using his hands to pull Darren closer into a kiss as he sped up, his ass rising and falling faster as he got comfortable in this new position. He had loved the attention his feet got, and could have cum right out there on the table when Darren had taken all four smaller toes into his mouth and sucked on them while pushing his tongue between each of them, but what Charlie loved more was cumming while face to face with the man. That was true before, but after hearing Darren talking earlier, it was important to him to get closer to the man as they made love. Kissing, facing each other, their arms holding each other as close as possible. It felt so good, he wouldn't last long.

Back upstairs, Dave was thrusting harder into Mason, and the boy under him was panting hard. His dick leaked all over his chest, a good size pool collecting in the centre of his chest as his father pushed him to the edge. His legs wrapped around Dave's waist trying to pull him in harder, and try to get him to strike his prostate, but it was as though the man was avoiding the spot with each push. Truth was Dave was doing his best to miss the target, not wanting Mason to cum just yet. He was close though, and after a few minutes he came hard, firing multiple shots into Mason's ass as he called out his son's name as his body shook at the intensity. It was incredible, and as he sank down onto Mason's body, he let his mouth kiss over the boy's neck while he recovered. And that's when he saw it.

Mason enjoyed the kisses on his neck, and barely noticed his father's weight shift, and the mouth return to his neck. It had felt so good being with his Dad like this, albeit unexpected, but he was sad that he had not orgasmed at the same time, he was still rock hard and he hoped the older man would stay with him and help him cum. Dave shifted and Mason smiled up at his father and then saw the bottle in his hand, and his jaw dropped. It was a bottle of lube, one that he and Charlie had used a few times since he'd moved in, and right now Dave was squeezing some onto his hand and moving it to Mason's erection, earning him a gasp as the cold gel touched him and smeared over him. His eye's darted from the hand coating his dick to the man's face, and he stuttered out, "Dad.. are you..?"

Dave nodded his head, and passing the bottle to Mason, he turned around and kneeled on the bed, his hands taking hold of the baseboard as he waited for Mason. It felt like hours before he felt a shaking hand touch him, and even longer before a finger touched him at his hole and pushed inside him, the cold gel making him flinch as much as the finger. After that first time, he had fingered himself a few times, but did not find pleasure in the act as it had brought too many memories of that first time. Now though his breath hitched as the finger moved in and out of him, spreading the lube over his hole and in his ass, the mere fact it belonged to his youngest boy enough to make his toes curl in excitement. A second finger pushed in, and Dave groaned at the contact, turning his head to see Mason kneeling behind him and focused completely on his hand at Dave's ass. The way he licked his lips and his wide eyes told Dave that his son was in turmoil about this new position, and Dave had to calm his nerves. "Mase, I'm ready. Please."

Mason looked at his Dad's face, and his own set as he nodded and put the bottle down onto the bed and got into position. He shuffled closer to his father, and using his hand guided his 6" dick to the ass in front of him, before taking a final breath and pushing in. It was like nothing they'd felt before, even despite their prior experiences. For Mason, even after the lube and fingering, it was so tight he was unsure he'd be able to push in, and then the hole opened up to allow him to push forward more. He saw his Dad's back tense and shift, and stopped his entry until the hole relaxed and allowed him in more. For Dave, it was still such a strange feeling, and his ass was still not used to this but he was determined to continue. As Mason pushed another inch forward, his hands gripped the baseboard enough that his knuckles turned white, and he was about to tell Mason to stop when he felt the dick press against something that made his head explode. His body shook and his dick twitched back to life as Mason connected with his prostate, and he moaned loudly enough to make Mason jump behind him. His hands gripped Dave's hips harder and he started to pull back until Dave begged him to stop, which he did, waiting to be told what to do. He stayed perfectly still, feeling his heart thudding away as the hole squeezed on him harder, unsure what his Dad was feeling.

"OK. Keep going." Mason barely heard the whispered words, and it wasn't until he felt Dave push back on to him that Mason moved, sliding back an inch before pushing forward again. Dave moaned again, feeling the dick slide in completely and Mason's pubes push against his ass. Ethan was bigger, but after so long, this felt different and yet the same. He felt full, and even though Mason didn't move, Dave wanted him to. "Mase," he called out, and his son started to move, taking the word as a sign that Dave was ready and soon Dave was repeatedly calling the name as Mason pushed in, his hands never letting go of the support of the baseboard. Mason got faster, and as he became overwhelmed with the feeling of fucking the man that created him, and he was soon thrusting harder. It was so much more intense than any partner he'd been with, and as sweat broke out on his brow, he leaned down and started to kiss over Dave's back and neck. Dave moaned at the kisses, and turned his head into the kiss, the two making out as Mason continued thrusting, until Dave pulled back and groaned, "Fuck me, Mase."

Mason leant back up and despite being shocked at the request, started to move faster and push harder, but for Dave it still wasn't enough and called for his son to fuck him harder, and Mason did his best, throwing quick rapid thrusts into the man, and earning him groans of pleasure, which only drove him to fuck faster. Dave leaned on his arms, using them to brace against the wild fuck he was recieving, and his head fell back as he called out for more. It had felt good before, but now as Mason smashed his prostate more and more, his dick grew harder and his body shook from the thrusts. He wanted Mason to enjoy this, and giving up his body was the least he could do after taking advantage that first time, and so he encouraged Mason to do more. Fuck him. Faster. Harder. And Mason didn't deny him, using his hands to grip Dave tighter as he threw his hips forward and fucked his Dad, all the time his orgasm getting closer and closer. The bed shook from the effort of the son fucking his father, and it wasn't long until Mason exploded, filling his Dad with teen cum as he leaned in and bit down on the man's shoulder to contain his own moan. Dave cried out at the feeling, of both the cum in his ass as well as the teeth on his skin, and as he felt Mason continue to shoot his last bursts, a hand reached around and took his dick in hand. One pump was all it took for Dave to orgasm again, his dick shooting all over the bedsheet below him, and strong enough to make his arms collapse letting him fall flat. Mason followed, his body resting on top of the man as they both slowly recovered from their exhertion, Mason placing kisses on Dave's back.

They eventually rolled over, Dave lying on his back with Mason curled under his arm, the two of them thinking over what they had done. It took a while but Mason finally spoke as he said, "Dad.. I'm sorry if that was too much. I.. just.."

Dave shushed him and said, "Mase, don't. You didn't do anything I didn't want, and after that first time, it was least could do." Mason was about to argue, and Dave could hear the arguement but cut it off as he said, "Mase. It felt great, and I liked it. Don't worry."

He could feel Mason's mind race, and waited for the question. "I wasn't too.. rough?"

Dave chuckled, and answered. "Mase. I think I prefer it like that, and honestly I didn't think my sweet boy had it in him." Mason blushed, but smiled at him as Dave asked, "Was this OK for you?"

Mason turned his head up, and looked at his Dad. "Yeah, it was good. I've never had sex like that before, but it was good. I think I prefer it slower though, if that's OK?"

Dave kissed his forehead, and replied, "Oh course that's OK, we only ever have to do what you're comfortable with, understand me?" Mason nodded, his head resettling on his Dad's chest, as Dave asked, "But any time you want to throw me a fuck like that? Call me."

It was Mason's turn to chuckle this time, and squeezing his arm tighter over Dave's chest, he asked, "So we will do this again?"

Dave considered, before answering. "If that's something you want, then yes. But I don't want it to ruin things between us, so only if you're sure." Dave and Mason kissed again, before lying there in each others arms and talking for a while. It felt good to talk properly again, both realising how much they'd missed each other.

Downstairs, Darren was bent over on the bed, on all fours as Charlie fucked his ass. The two had barely paused after Darren came before he had turned over and Charlie taken his place, quickly sinking his dick into the man he saw as Dad, and they fell into a steady rhythm as they both moaned and kissed throughout. Charlie knew they didn't have long, and built up the pace and speed, making Darren grip the sheets tighter as his ass was fucked by the younger man, his eye catching sight of them both in the mirror. It shouldn't still feel this good, but it always did.

Charlie came, his dick shooting into many streams of cum into his Dad, and the two groaned at the feeling washing through them. Charlie pulled out, his hands stroking over Darren's back and thighs as he took his place on the bed and led back on the pillows and Darren took his place at his side, his mouth placing a gentle kiss on Charlie's chest as he lay there. His hand smoothed over the teen, and he smiled at the pleasure still coursing through his body, when his heart stopped. His ring was missing. He shot up, and standing up he started to look all over the floor for where it could be, Charlie asking what was wrong the whole time, until he eventually grabbed Darren and forced him to stand still and take a breath. "DARREN!! What is it?"

Darren held up his hand, and showed the missing wedding ring, his eye's wide with terror. "It's gone, Charlie. I've got to find it." He dropped to the floor, and looked under the bed, while Charlie looked on the other side of the room. Neither had any luck, and Darren rushed out to the kitchen in case it had fallen off out there, no attention paid to the fact he was still naked with Charlie's cum leaking from his ass. As Charlie stood up, he checked the bed and saw the ring in a tangle of bedsheets and picked it up with a smile. Panic over, and he called out to Darren who rushed back into the bedroom, holding his hand out for the piece of jewellry.

Charlie held onto it, and staring at Darren, took his hand in his. While staring at each other, Darren in shock, and Charlie in affection, Charlie slipped the ring back onto Darren's finger. It was so intimate an act, that they both stood there holding the other's hand, before kissing again and returning to the bed and curling into each other's arms. Something had changed, and the ring on his hand no longer just signified the bond on Darren and Nancy, but now also Darren with Charlie. As they lay there, Darren felt a peace that he had long missed.

So hope you enjoyed this one. It was fun to write, and it was fun to write Dave/Mason again. The Charlie/Darren stuff, to me makes sense, because even in the show they're closer than ever, and while my story isn't following that exactly I wanted to bring them closer.