Flat Broke and Straight
Title: Flat Broke and Straight
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Disclaimer: Chuck belongs to WB/NBC
Author's Notes: Fic no. 3 for the chuck_slash icon ficathon.
Summary: Slight AU set when Chuck was at Stanford - Some guys will do anything for money.
Prompt:
made by syrosis
Chuck sighed as he read the text message Jill had just sent him. It was their one year anniversary in two weeks and she was expecting something big. So far all had planned was a nice dinner. It was all he could afford. But Cherie’s boyfriend had taken her to a fancy spa in San Jose for their anniversary, spending hundred’s of dollars on her and it was money Chuck just didn’t have. Hell he couldn’t even afford the coffee he was drinking now. Bryce was paying for it.
“What’s up?” the man in question asked him, concern all over his face.
“It’s Jill,” Chuck told him, tucking his phone into his pocket, “She thinks I’m made of money.”
“Why don’t you just tell her you can’t afford a big celebration?” Bryce asked him, “I’m sure she would understand.”
“Yeah, I’m sure the girls of Pi Delta Pi would just love to add the ‘Chuck’s poor’ to the list of reasons why she shouldn’t date me.”
“Well, get a job,” Bryce suggested, after all, even he had part time work.
“I’m trying to, but with my schedule no one wants to take me on.”
Bryce sighed and shook his head, “If it’s stopping you from getting a job, then drop a class or two.”
“I do that then I can’t do my post grad, or masters or PHD. I’m screwed!”
Bryce looked at his watch, “Don’t worry, we’ll think of something,” he said as he grabbed his bag, “In the meantime, I got an appointment with Professor Flemming. I’ll catch up with you in class.”
Chuck nodded, waving him off before turning to stare into his coffee. As he sat there, contemplating whether to call Ellie and ask her if he could borrow some money, it took him a moment to notice that someone had sat down in Bryce’s seat.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“No,” the man said, “But I can help you.”
Chuck frowned at him in confusion.
“The name’s Cole Barker,” he said, his thick English accent making him roll the ‘R’.
“Uh… Chuck Bartowski,” Chuck said as he shook the man’s hand.
“I couldn’t help but over hear your conversation with your friend there,” he told him, “Seems to me like you need a lot of money and fast.”
“Look, if you’re some kind of loan shark, I’m not interested.
“I’m not a loan shark,” Cole told him with a smile.
“No?”
“No. I’m in the movie business,” he explained as he pulled out a business card, “I’m willing to pay you fifteen hundred dollars in cash if you’ll feature in one of my movies.”
Chuck frowned, “Fifteen hundred dollars?”
“That’s what I said,” Cole nodded.
“What’s the catch?”
Cole smiled, “Take a look at the website,” he said as he pointed to the card, “And if you’re still interested, give me a call.”
Chuck looked down at the card, taking in the name of the website, flatbrokeandstraight.com. Frowning he looked up to ask Cole just what kind of website that was, but he was gone, leaving Chuck sitting at the table by himself.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chuck couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had to be insane. No, he wasn’t insane. Just desperate for money. Standing outside the San Francisco apartment building he looked up at it, taking in its height before taking a deep breath and hitting the buzzer for apartment six one four.
“Hello?” a voice sounded out of the intercom.
“Uh hi. My name’s Chuck. I called about… the job.”
There was no reply, instead the door just buzzed, signalling that it was open. Taking hold of the handle he made his way inside. The ride up to the sixth floor was a lot quicker than Chuck was comfortable with. But he was here and so when the doors opened he made his way down the corridor to the apartment number he had been given.
He knocked on the door lightly, but it was still heard from inside and soon he was standing face to face with a pretty blonde woman.
“Uh… I think I have the wrong apartment,” he said.
“You must be Chuck,” she said with a grin, stopping him from running away, “I’m Sarah. Cole’s wife.”
“Wife?”
Sarah nodded and grabbed his hand, taking him inside, “You thought he was gay right?” she asked.
“Well, yeah,” he nodded, feeling slightly stupid as Sarah led him into what he had expected to be a bedroom but turned out there was no bed to be seen. Just a very comfortable looking sofa.
“I get that a lot,” Cole said as he turned to him, “But this is purely a business venture.”
“Right,” Chuck said with a nod, his eyes going to the very tall, muscular man standing behind Cole.
“Oh, where are my manners? Chuck, this is John. John, Chuck,” he said as he pointed behind him.
“Nice to meet you,” John said as he held out his hand.
“Yeah, you too,” Chuck said as he shook it, unable to look away from his brilliantly blue eyes. He’d never seen eyes like them before.
“John will be your partner this afternoon,” Cole explained.
Chuck froze, turning to stare at Cole in disbelief before looking back at John again. If he’d thought he was large before, he now thought of him as a behemoth. And his hands were huge, scarily huge as were his feet.
“Chuck, relax,” Cole said as he clapped him on the shoulder, “John’s very good at this. He’ll be gentle.”
“Right,” Chuck nodded, his face going very pale.
“Sarah sweetie, perhaps we can get Chuck a beer?”
“Sure,” Sarah said disappearing.
“I could do with a valium if you have any,” Chuck said, making Cole and John laugh.
“Unfortunately we can’t have you too relaxed,” Cole told him as Sarah came back and handed him a bottle of Bud, half of which he downed straight off.
“Don’t worry,” Sarah said, “You’re in good hands… literally.”
“So… you’ve done this before?” Chuck asked John.
“A couple of times,” he said with a nod, “On film at least. Off camera, I’ve done it a hell of a lot more.”
“You’re gay?” Chuck asked in surprise as John looked anything but gay.
“Yeah,” John nodded, “Cole here likes to pair first timers with someone with a bit of experience.”
“Oh,” Chuck said, “Makes sense I suppose.”
“Indeed it does,” Cole said as he took Chuck’s drink off him, “Now, if you’d like to go with Sarah, she’s got all the paperwork set out for you to sign.”
“Right,” Chuck nodded, “Paperwork.”
Sarah smiled at him before leading him out of the room and into the kitchen. She sat him down at the table before pulling over a small file and a polaroid camera.
“I need to take your picture,” she said as she held it up, “Smile.”
Chuck tried to give his best smile, but knew he probably looked like a nervous idiot. The polaroid was set to one side to develop as Sarah pulled out the first two sheets of paper.
“These are two copies of your contract, one for our records and one for your own. If you can just give it a quick read through and sign the bottom that would be great.”
Chuck took the contract and began to read. It all seemed pretty legit. He would be paid three hundred dollars an hour for providing his acting services.
“Does this mean you’re my employer?” he asked.
“Not exactly,” she said before pointing to the next part of the contract, “You’re a freelance artist, however should you choose to work for another company, this contract will become null and void.”
“Oh okay,” he said going back to read the rest. When he was happy with it, he signed both copies and handed them back.
“This next thing I need you to sign is a waver.”
“A waver?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “Basically by signing you’re declaring that you’re clean of any diseases, illnesses and infections and that we are not responsible for any that you do catch.”
Chuck paused for a moment, taking some time to realise why they would need such a waver. When he did realise he was a bit reluctant to sign. But three hundred dollars an hour was just too good to pass up.
“Okay, now that’s out of the way, I just need you to answer some questions.”
“Shoot,” Chuck said, sitting back in his chair.
“Height and build?”
“Six foot four, slim and athletic.”
Sarah smiled, knowing that he was anything but athletic and so put nerdy instead, “Did you shave like we asked?”
“Yup,” he said, lifting up his shirt to show a smooth, hair free chest.
“What about the rest?”
Chuck cleared his throat nervously, “Um yeah. That too.”
“Good,” she said, writing something else down, “Sexuality?”
“Heterosexual.”
“Relationship status?”
“Girlfriend.”
Sarah nodded, “Are you sexually active?”
“Um, yeah,” he said with a slight blush, which for some reason made her smile.
“And what kind of contraceptive do you use?”
Chuck blushed again, “Condoms,” he said quietly.
“And have you ever been anally penetrated before?”
“No.”
Sarah looked up at him, noticing that he had gone pale again. Reaching over she took hold of his hand.
“It’s not nearly as sore as people make it out to be,” she told him, “Believe me.”
“I’m more worried about what I’m gonna tell Jill when she sees that I’ve shaved my entire body.”
“Does she shave?” she asked.
“Yeah. She does. Why?”
“Just tell her you thought it would be nice to return the favour,” she said with a shrug as she stood and lead him back through to the ‘movie set.”
As they stepped back into the room, John was sitting on the couch while Cole was fiddling with the lights.
“Okay gentlemen,” Sarah said, “Have fun.”
“She’s not staying?” Chuck asked as the door closed behind her.
“No. It saves any uncomfortableness or embarrassment,” Cole explained, “But you’ll see her when we’re done so she can pay you. Now please, take a seat and we’ll get started.
Chuck sat down next to John and found himself sitting stiffly upright.
“Perfect,” Cole said quietly before turning on the camera, “So would you like to tell us a little about yourself,” he said to John.
“My name’s John,” he said, “I’m thirty six, ex marine and I work in a bar.”
“Ex marine?” Cole asked him, “Why did you leave?”
“Gays aren’t exactly welcome there,” he said with a slight smile.
“So you’re gay?”
Chuck watched as Cole asked him questions and John answered them easily, obviously trying to put him at ease.
“And what about you?” Cole eventually asked Chuck.
“Um, my name’s Chuck. I’m twenty one and I’m a student at Stanford, majoring in engineering.”
“I notice some greek letter on your hat there,” Cole said, “Are you in a fraternity?”
Chuck nodded, “Gamma Delta Phi,” he told him.
“And do your brothers know you’re here?”
“No. No they don’t,” he said.
“Because you’re straight?”
“Yeah,” Chuck nodded, “Don’t want them to get the wrong idea.”
“Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“Uh, no,” Chuck said, glancing at John, “Most definitely no.”
Cole laughed and John smiled slightly.
“John. Why don’t you try and relax Chuck a little bit. Give him a kiss.”
Chuck turned to John who was smiling at him. He reached up and turned Chuck’s hat so it was on backwards before leaning in and kissing him softly.
Chuck was surprised to find himself leaning into the kiss and his eyes falling closed as he allowed John to deepen it slightly. When John pulled back, still smiling, he found himself smiling back.
“See,” Cole said, “Not that different from kissing a girl is it?”
Chuck shook his head, “A little more stubble…”
John gave a deep chuckle at that, his hand going to rest on Chuck’s knee.
“Okay, how about you both lose some clothing,” Cole suggested.
John sat forward and pulled his black polo shirt off, dropping it to the floor. Chuck studied him closely, mesmerised by the way the muscles on his back and shoulders moved before he turned to Chuck and started to help him off with his t-shirt, knocking his cap to the floor. Once they were both topless, John sat back, even closer to Chuck, his hand resting on his knee again.
“Can we see another kiss?” Cole asked.
John turned to Chuck, his hand sliding up to rest on his hip before leaning in to kiss him again.
Relaxing into the kiss almost instantly, allowing John’s tongue to slip inside his mouth with ease, Chuck was unable to stop his hand from gently stroking up John’s arm to rest on his shoulder.
As he allowed himself to enjoy the kiss, he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt John’s hand skim over his crotch before going to his belt. Pulling back he looked down and watched as John undid his pants and began to pull them off his hips.
Chuck had been told not to wear any underwear and so as John pulled his pants down to his knees, his still flaccid cock was exposed to the air and the camera. John leaned back in then and kissed him, his hand going to his cock and gently stroking him. Chuck knew he should feel weird and uncomfortable, but John was being so gentle with him that he was finding it difficult to get weirded out… perhaps Sarah had put something in his drink. Whatever the reason, as John pulled back from the kiss and began to kiss and lick his way down his chest, he found himself unable to care.
As John got lower on his body, he slipped off the couch to rest on his knees in front of him. It was then that Chuck remembered that Cole was in the room as he moved from his position to allow him to get a better angle. Chuck looked at him, or rather, the camera, before looking back down to watch John take his half hard cock into his mouth.
He gently sucked on him, rolling his tongue over the head and fondling his balls until Chuck was at full hardness. Letting him drop from his mouth, he slowly stroked his hand up and down his long shaft, letting the camera get a good view.
Chuck bit his lip and watched John carefully. As his hand continued to move, John dipped his head forward, tenderly licking the tip. He looked up at Chuck, their eyes connecting for a short moment before he bent his head and took him fully into his mouth, swallowing around him so that there wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t wrapped in the wet heat of John’s mouth.
“How’s that Chuck?” Cole asked.
“Good,” Was all Chuck was able to say, his hands trailing over John’s shoulders to rake over his short hair.
“Just good?”
Chuck grunted this time, the sensations of John’s mouth preventing him from articulating any kind of answer.
John began to speed up, sucking on him harder, pulling on his balls at the same time. God it was the best blow job he’d ever had. Jill had a lot to live up to. And with that thought, he felt his eyes fall closed and flung his head back as he came into John’s mouth.
“Don’t swallow,” Cole said, “Dribble it.”
Chuck pried his eyes open and looked down to see John dribbling his cum down his shaft.
“Now lick it up,” Cole ordered.
John did as he was told, licking up the spilt sperm, making Chuck gasp slightly as he felt his tongue flick over his now highly sensitive cock.
When there was nothing left, John climbed back onto his seat and cupped Chuck’s face in his hand before leaning into kiss him.
Chuck was a bit reluctant to kiss him. Jill had never actually let him come in her mouth before so he had no idea what to expect in an after kiss. However, it wasn’t horrible like he thought it would’ve been, in fact, he rather liked it. Then enjoyed the fact that John had saved some for him, passing it onto his tongue for the camera to see. It was highly erotic and also gave Chuck an idea of what to expect himself.
As John pulled away and sat back against the sofa, Chuck pulled his pants up but left them open, his now half hard cock hanging out of his fly.
“You okay Chuck?” Cole asked him.
“Yeah. Fine,” Chuck nodded, trying not to blush.
“So John was good?” he asked, to which Chuck nodded, “How about you return the favour then.”
Chuck turned to John, feeling extremely nervous again. John though relaxed him completely, pulling him into a soft kiss before getting to his feet. He stood in front of Chuck and let him undo his pants, pushing them off his hips with shaky hands before staring in absolute awe at the massive cock in front of him. John stroked a gentle hand through his hair, making him look up at him.
Getting to his feet, Chuck kissed John, startling him slightly as this was the first kiss he had initiated. He then began to kiss his way down John’s chest, something that felt a little strange as it was covered in thick, dark hair. Taking his time, he explored the expanse of muscle in front of him, moving over to take his nipple into his mouth. John threw his head back, moaning quietly in pleasure as Chuck gently nibbled on it, teasing him with his teeth.
Chuck had been surprised at how easily it had been to make John react to his touch and so he let that nipple fall from his mouth and moved over to the other, aware of Cole walking round him to get a good view on the camera. When he felt John’s hands trailing across his shoulders, pushing him down slightly, he didn’t resist, moving to work his way down the rest of his body.
He trailed his fingers down after him, raking them through the hair before settling in front of John’s cock again and pushing his pants all the down his thighs, softly stroking his hands over his ass, which didn’t feel weird at all. Staring at his cock, he was rather happy to see that he wasn’t as hairy downstairs as he was up. He wasn’t completely shaven like Chuck was, there was a thin line of hair going from his navel to the base of his cock, but the rest of him was bare, and he all of a sudden felt very guilty towards Jill.
“You still with us Chuck?” Cole asked, breaking him out of his reverie.
“Yeah. Sorry,” Chuck said with a small nod.
“Don’t be,” John said, stroking his hair again, “No need to be scared though. It won’t bite.”
Chuck smiled at him, before tentively reaching forward and taking hold of his cock in his hand. He stroked it softly for a few moments before taking a deep breath and leaning forward to lick the head of it. Again he was surprised at how it felt and tasted. It was soft against his lips and the taste wasn’t as bad as Jill had led him to believe. Sure it was bitter to some extent, but he liked bitter things and so he had no qualms about taking more of him into his mouth.
However, taking more of him was easier said than done. He was that long and that wide that he barely managed to get half of him in and so he held on to the other half with his hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the shaft before pulling back slowly and sucked as hard as he could.
John hissed slightly and Chuck looked up at him, not sure if that was a bad thing or not. But he didn’t say anything else and so he took it as a good thing before pushing forward again. He sucked on him hard and slow for what felt like an age, John’s hands wrapping round his head. He had no problems with his speed, he felt he was managing rather well, however John clearly had a problem as he began thrusting into his mouth, speeding things up and making him gag.
“Why don’t you sit down,” Cole suggested, allowing Chuck to take a small break as they settled back onto the sofa.
As he sat down, John kicked his pants the rest of the way off, spreading his legs wide and playing with his balls as Chuck got up and sat next to him. He then leaned on his thighs, something that would make it harder for John to thrust up into his mouth, before taking him back into his mouth again.
Deciding not to tempt fate, Chuck kept up momentum, sucking on him faster than before. As he did that, John stroked a gentle hand down his back and into the back of his pants, pushing them off his hips again. He continued to stroke his extremely large hand all over him, gently squeezing his ass before pushing a finger down in between his cheeks.
Chuck jumped slightly as he felt John’s finger skim over his opening, having not been prepared for it. However, it wasn’t unpleasant and so he didn’t protest, instead concentrating on John’s cock and the gentle hand stroking though his hair.
John continued to stroke his hole before removing his hand. When Chuck heard a couple of slurping noises to match the ones he was making, he looked up to see John sucking his fingers. He didn’t think much of it though until he felt a wet finger push inside of him.
He automatically squeezed his muscles around the moist digit, acting on instinct. But John continued to push in and out until he realised that there was no pain there and so relaxed. Having a finger up his ass was something Chuck hadn’t really thought about when he’d agreed to do this, and he had to admit, it was rather nice. It wasn’t sore or uncomfortable and actually kind of turned him on a little bit.
And when he felt John curve his finger up, nudging against his prostate he was unable to stop the moan that escaped from his lips and dropped John from his mouth. He had been expecting John to use that as an opportunity to throw him down and fuck him, but he didn’t, instead removing his finger from him and manoeuvring Chuck to lie on his back.
Chuck grabbed one of the cushions and put it under his head, watching as John got rid of his pants for him leaving only his socks on. Usually he would take off his socks, but he supposed it went with the whole ‘frat boy’ image if he kept them on.
And then John was sitting on his chest, lowering his cock to his mouth and letting Chuck just suck on the very tip of it as he began to stroke himself vigorously. Chuck rested his hands on John’s thighs, gently stroking up and down them and over his ass before resting on his hips.
“Close your eyes,” John panted out.
Chuck did as he said, trusting him not to harm him. However, he hadn’t expected for John to pull his cock out of his mouth and empty himself all over his face. It was hot and sticky and he was a little sad that he didn’t get to taste it. However, John seemed to have read his mind as he settled the tip of his cock at his lips again, letting the last of his cum slip onto Chuck’s waiting tongue.
As Chuck swallowed the small amount down, John slid down his body and lowered his face to his, kissing him softly before licking the mess off of Chuck’s face. The feel of his mouth on his skin, his tongue flicking over his cheeks, his legs clamped tight round his waist and his ass just in the right place soon had Chuck responding in the most gay way possible. He got hard.
John felt him pressing against his ass and pulled back from him. Chuck opened his eyes to see what the problem was but all he got was John smiling down at him before he began to rock back against him.
Chuck bit his lip, pushing up against him, his cock sliding over John’s entrance easily, although it wasn’t enough. He needed to feel more.
“Okay guys, take a break,” Cole said.
John stopped moving and looked down at Chuck, “Alright?” he asked him.
Chuck nodded, “Kind of forgot he was there,” he admitted.
John laughed and climbed off him, helping to sit up, “Yeah that happens,” he said as Cole came over with some water for them both and a damp cloth for Chuck to wipe his face with. John gulped down his water before sitting back down next to Chuck.
“I forgot the lube,” Cole said, “Back in a jiffy.”
Chuck sat back, sipping at his water, the damp cloth on his thigh and feeling surprised at just how completely at ease with his nakedness, not to mention arousal, he was as he sat there.
“You alright?” John asked Chuck.
Chuck nodded, “Yeah,” he said, “It’s not really what I expected but I’m good.”
“You mean you’re enjoying yourself?” John asked.
Chuck blushed, not really knowing how to answer that.
“Look, it’s just sex,” John said, “Everyone enjoys getting their cock sucked, everyone enjoys fucking. There are loads of straight guys out there who like to fuck their girlfriends up the ass or even have their girlfriends fuck them up the ass. It’s who you love that defines your sexuality, not what you do.”
Chuck smiled, “Thanks,” he said, realising that he was completely right. Just cause he liked the idea of fucking him, didn’t mean that he was attracted to him. Right?
“Okay guys,” Cole said as he came back in with a large tube of lubricant, “We ready to go again?”
“Sure,” John nodded, getting up to put his water bottle away, out of shot of the camera.
“Chuck?” Cole asked.
“Uh, yeah. I’m ready,” he said with a nod, handing the cloth and water bottle over to him.
“Okay, so if you want to lie down on your back again,” Cole said, handing the lubricant to John, “We can pick up where we left off.”
Chuck lay back, noticing that he’d lost some of his arousal again and so started to stroke himself as Cole turned the camera back on. As he brought himself to full arousal again, John sat down on the edge of the sofa and squirted a generous amount of lube onto his hand before taking over from Chuck and thoroughly coating his cock.
Chuck hissed, pushing up into John’s hand slightly, his cock starting to throb it was filling with so much blood. John looked up and watched him through hooded eyes before letting go of him and instead manoeuvring him until there was enough room for him to climb on top of him again.
With his legs either side of Chuck’s body, John reached behind him and spread lubricant over himself before taking hold of Chuck’s cock and directing it towards his entrance. Chuck reached up and settled his hands on his hips, holding on steady as John lowered himself down onto him.
It was the most amazing feeling he had ever felt. He was so tight and hot and the pressure he put on his cock with one slight rock of his hips was alone enough to make him come. But he didn’t. He held on, taking deep breaths and watching John carefully as he began to move.
John didn’t look too comfortable as he moved, in fact he looked rather awkward as if this wasn’t his normal. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe in real life he usually topped. Chuck didn’t like the thought of him not enjoying himself and so he reached down and started to stroke his cock, bringing it to full hardness. John moved slowly, watching him closely before leaning down and kissing him. As he hovered over Chuck, he began to move a bit faster, the change in angle obviously more comfortable for him.
As he held onto John’s thigh with one hand, his other stroking his cock and revelled in the feel of his strong legs round his hips and tight ass encompassing his cock, Chuck couldn’t help but compare him to Jill. It was rather unusual for Jill to climb on top of him, most of the time just lying there and letting him do most of the work and she always made him wear a condom. He’d never had sex without one before. It was amazing. And all the times she had gone on top, none of them had felt nearly as intense as this. In fact, they were downright boring in comparison.
John leaned his hands either side of Chuck’s head and began to move in earnest, grunting in pleasure on every downward thrust. Eventually he batted Chuck’s hand away from his cock, obviously not wanting to come yet. Chuck didn’t care though, instead using his free hand to reach up and pull John down for a hard kiss as he stilled his hips and came inside of him.
“Slowly pump your hips Chuck,” Cole told him, the order only just registering as he looked up into those brilliant blue eyes again.
Chuck slowly moved his cock in and out of John, emptying himself completely. It wasn’t until he began to feel his own cum dribble down onto his cock that he realised why Cole had told him to do this. He obviously wanted to show that he had indeed ejaculated inside of John. A little weird, but he didn’t care. It still felt amazing.
Eventually though, he slipped from John, letting him climb off of him as he reached for the cloth again. He gave his cock a wipe clean before handing it to John who took it gratefully, allowing him to clean himself.
“Okay guys,” Cole said, now back in his original position, “John, why don’t you show Chuck just why all the boys love you.”
John smiled before turning to Chuck, “Come here,” he said as he took his hand and moved him so that they were both kneeling in front of the couch, “Put one of your knees up,” he said.
Chuck did as he was told, putting one of his knees up onto the couch and letting John push him forward so that his ass was sticking in the air. He looked over his shoulder to see what he was about to do, but hadn’t expected for him to bend forward and lick his way up the crack of his ass.
Chuck shivered, turning his head back and resting it on the couch. John continued to lap at his hole, his tongue flickering over the virgin skin before pushing in.
“Oh fuck!” Chuck gasped, grabbing on hard to the sofa cushions.
“You enjoying that Chuck?” Cole asked him.
Chuck was only able to look at him in answer before turning away again. John was pulling his cheeks apart, stretching them to allow him better entry. His tongue was so far inside of him, that Chuck was sure that it must be just as giant as the rest of him, just like his hands… just like his cock.
His cock. He was sure that he was going to get fucked by that cock. And if the way his tongue was making him feel was anything to go by, he was certainly going to enjoy it.
“Look’s like our little straight boy likes getting his ass played with,” Cole said.
John pulled away and said something to Cole, what, Chuck wasn’t sure as he was too busy noticing how his cock had got hard… again. God he hadn’t been this hard so many times in short succession since he was seventeen. And then John pushed a couple of fingers into him.
He gasped, having not been expecting it, but again, like last time, it wasn’t sore, just uncomfortable. John pushed his fingers in and out, curving them again to find Chuck’s prostate and then he’d pulled them out, replacing them with his tongue but used his hands to pull him open wider than he had been before, but the feel of his tongue on him distracted him from any pain.
And then, just as Chuck had begun pushing back onto his face, he pulled away, replacing it with his fingers once again and making Chuck groan. He continued alternating between his tongue and fingers until he had Chuck stretched nice and wide and then, before Chuck could object, he had replaced his tongue with his cock.
He slowly pushed into him, putting his hand on his lower back and rubbing it gently to keep him relaxed. But Chuck was struggling to relax. John was so wide and stretching him so much that of course it hurt. John must have realised this as he brought his leg down off the sofa and made Chuck sit up slightly, changing the angle and letting him lower himself onto John’s cock with much more ease than he’d had before.
Once John was in as far as could go, he held Chuck still for a few seconds, his ass flush with his hips and began to rock slightly.
Chuck moaned again. Yes it stung, but when John rocked his hips like that he nudged his prostate, sending shockwaves up his spine and making his entire body tingle. He immediately relaxed his body and soon John was moving his hips faster, pulling out of Chuck and pushing back in with ease. Chuck too began to push back and leaned forward again so that every time John slammed into him he did hit the right spot.
John gripped on tight to his hips and pummelled into him, grunting with every thrust and surprising Chuck by slapping him on the ass. Chuck was sure he was gonna come… again. But just as he felt his body tighten with the build up of pleasure John pulled out of him.
Whipping his head round, he looked over his shoulder to see what was happening only to be man handled up onto the couch and flung onto his back. John then grabbed his legs, lifting and separating them to allow him to kneel between them and then he pushed his cock back into him.
Chuck gasped again, his head falling back as John began to move his hips once more. There was no gentleness this time, no relaxing strokes, just hard, punishing slams to his ass.
It didn’t take long after that before Chuck was coming all over his stomach, John pulling out of him and joining him, their cum mixing together.
When he had calmed down and cleaned himself up some, he sat back down on the couch with John, both of them only wearing their pants and looking thoroughly fucked. Chuck also had his frat house hat back on, making him look even younger than he was in comparison to John.
“So Chuck, what would you say to straight boys who would say no to getting fucked up the ass?”
Chuck smiled, “Go for it,” he said, “I guarantee it’s the best thing you’ll never try.”
“Really?”
Chuck nodded, “Hell I think I might go buy my girlfriend a strap on for our anniversary,” he said with a smile, making John give another deep and throaty laugh.
“So do you think you’ll do this again?”
Chuck shrugged, “Maybe,” he said, “I definitely won’t be so worried next time… if there is a next time.”
THE END
A/N: Before you start, I've already commenced a sequel to this :)
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Disclaimer: Chuck belongs to WB/NBC
Author's Notes: Fic no. 3 for the chuck_slash icon ficathon.
Summary: Slight AU set when Chuck was at Stanford - Some guys will do anything for money.
Prompt:
made by syrosis
Chuck sighed as he read the text message Jill had just sent him. It was their one year anniversary in two weeks and she was expecting something big. So far all had planned was a nice dinner. It was all he could afford. But Cherie’s boyfriend had taken her to a fancy spa in San Jose for their anniversary, spending hundred’s of dollars on her and it was money Chuck just didn’t have. Hell he couldn’t even afford the coffee he was drinking now. Bryce was paying for it.
“What’s up?” the man in question asked him, concern all over his face.
“It’s Jill,” Chuck told him, tucking his phone into his pocket, “She thinks I’m made of money.”
“Why don’t you just tell her you can’t afford a big celebration?” Bryce asked him, “I’m sure she would understand.”
“Yeah, I’m sure the girls of Pi Delta Pi would just love to add the ‘Chuck’s poor’ to the list of reasons why she shouldn’t date me.”
“Well, get a job,” Bryce suggested, after all, even he had part time work.
“I’m trying to, but with my schedule no one wants to take me on.”
Bryce sighed and shook his head, “If it’s stopping you from getting a job, then drop a class or two.”
“I do that then I can’t do my post grad, or masters or PHD. I’m screwed!”
Bryce looked at his watch, “Don’t worry, we’ll think of something,” he said as he grabbed his bag, “In the meantime, I got an appointment with Professor Flemming. I’ll catch up with you in class.”
Chuck nodded, waving him off before turning to stare into his coffee. As he sat there, contemplating whether to call Ellie and ask her if he could borrow some money, it took him a moment to notice that someone had sat down in Bryce’s seat.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“No,” the man said, “But I can help you.”
Chuck frowned at him in confusion.
“The name’s Cole Barker,” he said, his thick English accent making him roll the ‘R’.
“Uh… Chuck Bartowski,” Chuck said as he shook the man’s hand.
“I couldn’t help but over hear your conversation with your friend there,” he told him, “Seems to me like you need a lot of money and fast.”
“Look, if you’re some kind of loan shark, I’m not interested.
“I’m not a loan shark,” Cole told him with a smile.
“No?”
“No. I’m in the movie business,” he explained as he pulled out a business card, “I’m willing to pay you fifteen hundred dollars in cash if you’ll feature in one of my movies.”
Chuck frowned, “Fifteen hundred dollars?”
“That’s what I said,” Cole nodded.
“What’s the catch?”
Cole smiled, “Take a look at the website,” he said as he pointed to the card, “And if you’re still interested, give me a call.”
Chuck looked down at the card, taking in the name of the website, flatbrokeandstraight.com. Frowning he looked up to ask Cole just what kind of website that was, but he was gone, leaving Chuck sitting at the table by himself.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chuck couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had to be insane. No, he wasn’t insane. Just desperate for money. Standing outside the San Francisco apartment building he looked up at it, taking in its height before taking a deep breath and hitting the buzzer for apartment six one four.
“Hello?” a voice sounded out of the intercom.
“Uh hi. My name’s Chuck. I called about… the job.”
There was no reply, instead the door just buzzed, signalling that it was open. Taking hold of the handle he made his way inside. The ride up to the sixth floor was a lot quicker than Chuck was comfortable with. But he was here and so when the doors opened he made his way down the corridor to the apartment number he had been given.
He knocked on the door lightly, but it was still heard from inside and soon he was standing face to face with a pretty blonde woman.
“Uh… I think I have the wrong apartment,” he said.
“You must be Chuck,” she said with a grin, stopping him from running away, “I’m Sarah. Cole’s wife.”
“Wife?”
Sarah nodded and grabbed his hand, taking him inside, “You thought he was gay right?” she asked.
“Well, yeah,” he nodded, feeling slightly stupid as Sarah led him into what he had expected to be a bedroom but turned out there was no bed to be seen. Just a very comfortable looking sofa.
“I get that a lot,” Cole said as he turned to him, “But this is purely a business venture.”
“Right,” Chuck said with a nod, his eyes going to the very tall, muscular man standing behind Cole.
“Oh, where are my manners? Chuck, this is John. John, Chuck,” he said as he pointed behind him.
“Nice to meet you,” John said as he held out his hand.
“Yeah, you too,” Chuck said as he shook it, unable to look away from his brilliantly blue eyes. He’d never seen eyes like them before.
“John will be your partner this afternoon,” Cole explained.
Chuck froze, turning to stare at Cole in disbelief before looking back at John again. If he’d thought he was large before, he now thought of him as a behemoth. And his hands were huge, scarily huge as were his feet.
“Chuck, relax,” Cole said as he clapped him on the shoulder, “John’s very good at this. He’ll be gentle.”
“Right,” Chuck nodded, his face going very pale.
“Sarah sweetie, perhaps we can get Chuck a beer?”
“Sure,” Sarah said disappearing.
“I could do with a valium if you have any,” Chuck said, making Cole and John laugh.
“Unfortunately we can’t have you too relaxed,” Cole told him as Sarah came back and handed him a bottle of Bud, half of which he downed straight off.
“Don’t worry,” Sarah said, “You’re in good hands… literally.”
“So… you’ve done this before?” Chuck asked John.
“A couple of times,” he said with a nod, “On film at least. Off camera, I’ve done it a hell of a lot more.”
“You’re gay?” Chuck asked in surprise as John looked anything but gay.
“Yeah,” John nodded, “Cole here likes to pair first timers with someone with a bit of experience.”
“Oh,” Chuck said, “Makes sense I suppose.”
“Indeed it does,” Cole said as he took Chuck’s drink off him, “Now, if you’d like to go with Sarah, she’s got all the paperwork set out for you to sign.”
“Right,” Chuck nodded, “Paperwork.”
Sarah smiled at him before leading him out of the room and into the kitchen. She sat him down at the table before pulling over a small file and a polaroid camera.
“I need to take your picture,” she said as she held it up, “Smile.”
Chuck tried to give his best smile, but knew he probably looked like a nervous idiot. The polaroid was set to one side to develop as Sarah pulled out the first two sheets of paper.
“These are two copies of your contract, one for our records and one for your own. If you can just give it a quick read through and sign the bottom that would be great.”
Chuck took the contract and began to read. It all seemed pretty legit. He would be paid three hundred dollars an hour for providing his acting services.
“Does this mean you’re my employer?” he asked.
“Not exactly,” she said before pointing to the next part of the contract, “You’re a freelance artist, however should you choose to work for another company, this contract will become null and void.”
“Oh okay,” he said going back to read the rest. When he was happy with it, he signed both copies and handed them back.
“This next thing I need you to sign is a waver.”
“A waver?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “Basically by signing you’re declaring that you’re clean of any diseases, illnesses and infections and that we are not responsible for any that you do catch.”
Chuck paused for a moment, taking some time to realise why they would need such a waver. When he did realise he was a bit reluctant to sign. But three hundred dollars an hour was just too good to pass up.
“Okay, now that’s out of the way, I just need you to answer some questions.”
“Shoot,” Chuck said, sitting back in his chair.
“Height and build?”
“Six foot four, slim and athletic.”
Sarah smiled, knowing that he was anything but athletic and so put nerdy instead, “Did you shave like we asked?”
“Yup,” he said, lifting up his shirt to show a smooth, hair free chest.
“What about the rest?”
Chuck cleared his throat nervously, “Um yeah. That too.”
“Good,” she said, writing something else down, “Sexuality?”
“Heterosexual.”
“Relationship status?”
“Girlfriend.”
Sarah nodded, “Are you sexually active?”
“Um, yeah,” he said with a slight blush, which for some reason made her smile.
“And what kind of contraceptive do you use?”
Chuck blushed again, “Condoms,” he said quietly.
“And have you ever been anally penetrated before?”
“No.”
Sarah looked up at him, noticing that he had gone pale again. Reaching over she took hold of his hand.
“It’s not nearly as sore as people make it out to be,” she told him, “Believe me.”
“I’m more worried about what I’m gonna tell Jill when she sees that I’ve shaved my entire body.”
“Does she shave?” she asked.
“Yeah. She does. Why?”
“Just tell her you thought it would be nice to return the favour,” she said with a shrug as she stood and lead him back through to the ‘movie set.”
As they stepped back into the room, John was sitting on the couch while Cole was fiddling with the lights.
“Okay gentlemen,” Sarah said, “Have fun.”
“She’s not staying?” Chuck asked as the door closed behind her.
“No. It saves any uncomfortableness or embarrassment,” Cole explained, “But you’ll see her when we’re done so she can pay you. Now please, take a seat and we’ll get started.
Chuck sat down next to John and found himself sitting stiffly upright.
“Perfect,” Cole said quietly before turning on the camera, “So would you like to tell us a little about yourself,” he said to John.
“My name’s John,” he said, “I’m thirty six, ex marine and I work in a bar.”
“Ex marine?” Cole asked him, “Why did you leave?”
“Gays aren’t exactly welcome there,” he said with a slight smile.
“So you’re gay?”
Chuck watched as Cole asked him questions and John answered them easily, obviously trying to put him at ease.
“And what about you?” Cole eventually asked Chuck.
“Um, my name’s Chuck. I’m twenty one and I’m a student at Stanford, majoring in engineering.”
“I notice some greek letter on your hat there,” Cole said, “Are you in a fraternity?”
Chuck nodded, “Gamma Delta Phi,” he told him.
“And do your brothers know you’re here?”
“No. No they don’t,” he said.
“Because you’re straight?”
“Yeah,” Chuck nodded, “Don’t want them to get the wrong idea.”
“Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“Uh, no,” Chuck said, glancing at John, “Most definitely no.”
Cole laughed and John smiled slightly.
“John. Why don’t you try and relax Chuck a little bit. Give him a kiss.”
Chuck turned to John who was smiling at him. He reached up and turned Chuck’s hat so it was on backwards before leaning in and kissing him softly.
Chuck was surprised to find himself leaning into the kiss and his eyes falling closed as he allowed John to deepen it slightly. When John pulled back, still smiling, he found himself smiling back.
“See,” Cole said, “Not that different from kissing a girl is it?”
Chuck shook his head, “A little more stubble…”
John gave a deep chuckle at that, his hand going to rest on Chuck’s knee.
“Okay, how about you both lose some clothing,” Cole suggested.
John sat forward and pulled his black polo shirt off, dropping it to the floor. Chuck studied him closely, mesmerised by the way the muscles on his back and shoulders moved before he turned to Chuck and started to help him off with his t-shirt, knocking his cap to the floor. Once they were both topless, John sat back, even closer to Chuck, his hand resting on his knee again.
“Can we see another kiss?” Cole asked.
John turned to Chuck, his hand sliding up to rest on his hip before leaning in to kiss him again.
Relaxing into the kiss almost instantly, allowing John’s tongue to slip inside his mouth with ease, Chuck was unable to stop his hand from gently stroking up John’s arm to rest on his shoulder.
As he allowed himself to enjoy the kiss, he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt John’s hand skim over his crotch before going to his belt. Pulling back he looked down and watched as John undid his pants and began to pull them off his hips.
Chuck had been told not to wear any underwear and so as John pulled his pants down to his knees, his still flaccid cock was exposed to the air and the camera. John leaned back in then and kissed him, his hand going to his cock and gently stroking him. Chuck knew he should feel weird and uncomfortable, but John was being so gentle with him that he was finding it difficult to get weirded out… perhaps Sarah had put something in his drink. Whatever the reason, as John pulled back from the kiss and began to kiss and lick his way down his chest, he found himself unable to care.
As John got lower on his body, he slipped off the couch to rest on his knees in front of him. It was then that Chuck remembered that Cole was in the room as he moved from his position to allow him to get a better angle. Chuck looked at him, or rather, the camera, before looking back down to watch John take his half hard cock into his mouth.
He gently sucked on him, rolling his tongue over the head and fondling his balls until Chuck was at full hardness. Letting him drop from his mouth, he slowly stroked his hand up and down his long shaft, letting the camera get a good view.
Chuck bit his lip and watched John carefully. As his hand continued to move, John dipped his head forward, tenderly licking the tip. He looked up at Chuck, their eyes connecting for a short moment before he bent his head and took him fully into his mouth, swallowing around him so that there wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t wrapped in the wet heat of John’s mouth.
“How’s that Chuck?” Cole asked.
“Good,” Was all Chuck was able to say, his hands trailing over John’s shoulders to rake over his short hair.
“Just good?”
Chuck grunted this time, the sensations of John’s mouth preventing him from articulating any kind of answer.
John began to speed up, sucking on him harder, pulling on his balls at the same time. God it was the best blow job he’d ever had. Jill had a lot to live up to. And with that thought, he felt his eyes fall closed and flung his head back as he came into John’s mouth.
“Don’t swallow,” Cole said, “Dribble it.”
Chuck pried his eyes open and looked down to see John dribbling his cum down his shaft.
“Now lick it up,” Cole ordered.
John did as he was told, licking up the spilt sperm, making Chuck gasp slightly as he felt his tongue flick over his now highly sensitive cock.
When there was nothing left, John climbed back onto his seat and cupped Chuck’s face in his hand before leaning into kiss him.
Chuck was a bit reluctant to kiss him. Jill had never actually let him come in her mouth before so he had no idea what to expect in an after kiss. However, it wasn’t horrible like he thought it would’ve been, in fact, he rather liked it. Then enjoyed the fact that John had saved some for him, passing it onto his tongue for the camera to see. It was highly erotic and also gave Chuck an idea of what to expect himself.
As John pulled away and sat back against the sofa, Chuck pulled his pants up but left them open, his now half hard cock hanging out of his fly.
“You okay Chuck?” Cole asked him.
“Yeah. Fine,” Chuck nodded, trying not to blush.
“So John was good?” he asked, to which Chuck nodded, “How about you return the favour then.”
Chuck turned to John, feeling extremely nervous again. John though relaxed him completely, pulling him into a soft kiss before getting to his feet. He stood in front of Chuck and let him undo his pants, pushing them off his hips with shaky hands before staring in absolute awe at the massive cock in front of him. John stroked a gentle hand through his hair, making him look up at him.
Getting to his feet, Chuck kissed John, startling him slightly as this was the first kiss he had initiated. He then began to kiss his way down John’s chest, something that felt a little strange as it was covered in thick, dark hair. Taking his time, he explored the expanse of muscle in front of him, moving over to take his nipple into his mouth. John threw his head back, moaning quietly in pleasure as Chuck gently nibbled on it, teasing him with his teeth.
Chuck had been surprised at how easily it had been to make John react to his touch and so he let that nipple fall from his mouth and moved over to the other, aware of Cole walking round him to get a good view on the camera. When he felt John’s hands trailing across his shoulders, pushing him down slightly, he didn’t resist, moving to work his way down the rest of his body.
He trailed his fingers down after him, raking them through the hair before settling in front of John’s cock again and pushing his pants all the down his thighs, softly stroking his hands over his ass, which didn’t feel weird at all. Staring at his cock, he was rather happy to see that he wasn’t as hairy downstairs as he was up. He wasn’t completely shaven like Chuck was, there was a thin line of hair going from his navel to the base of his cock, but the rest of him was bare, and he all of a sudden felt very guilty towards Jill.
“You still with us Chuck?” Cole asked, breaking him out of his reverie.
“Yeah. Sorry,” Chuck said with a small nod.
“Don’t be,” John said, stroking his hair again, “No need to be scared though. It won’t bite.”
Chuck smiled at him, before tentively reaching forward and taking hold of his cock in his hand. He stroked it softly for a few moments before taking a deep breath and leaning forward to lick the head of it. Again he was surprised at how it felt and tasted. It was soft against his lips and the taste wasn’t as bad as Jill had led him to believe. Sure it was bitter to some extent, but he liked bitter things and so he had no qualms about taking more of him into his mouth.
However, taking more of him was easier said than done. He was that long and that wide that he barely managed to get half of him in and so he held on to the other half with his hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the shaft before pulling back slowly and sucked as hard as he could.
John hissed slightly and Chuck looked up at him, not sure if that was a bad thing or not. But he didn’t say anything else and so he took it as a good thing before pushing forward again. He sucked on him hard and slow for what felt like an age, John’s hands wrapping round his head. He had no problems with his speed, he felt he was managing rather well, however John clearly had a problem as he began thrusting into his mouth, speeding things up and making him gag.
“Why don’t you sit down,” Cole suggested, allowing Chuck to take a small break as they settled back onto the sofa.
As he sat down, John kicked his pants the rest of the way off, spreading his legs wide and playing with his balls as Chuck got up and sat next to him. He then leaned on his thighs, something that would make it harder for John to thrust up into his mouth, before taking him back into his mouth again.
Deciding not to tempt fate, Chuck kept up momentum, sucking on him faster than before. As he did that, John stroked a gentle hand down his back and into the back of his pants, pushing them off his hips again. He continued to stroke his extremely large hand all over him, gently squeezing his ass before pushing a finger down in between his cheeks.
Chuck jumped slightly as he felt John’s finger skim over his opening, having not been prepared for it. However, it wasn’t unpleasant and so he didn’t protest, instead concentrating on John’s cock and the gentle hand stroking though his hair.
John continued to stroke his hole before removing his hand. When Chuck heard a couple of slurping noises to match the ones he was making, he looked up to see John sucking his fingers. He didn’t think much of it though until he felt a wet finger push inside of him.
He automatically squeezed his muscles around the moist digit, acting on instinct. But John continued to push in and out until he realised that there was no pain there and so relaxed. Having a finger up his ass was something Chuck hadn’t really thought about when he’d agreed to do this, and he had to admit, it was rather nice. It wasn’t sore or uncomfortable and actually kind of turned him on a little bit.
And when he felt John curve his finger up, nudging against his prostate he was unable to stop the moan that escaped from his lips and dropped John from his mouth. He had been expecting John to use that as an opportunity to throw him down and fuck him, but he didn’t, instead removing his finger from him and manoeuvring Chuck to lie on his back.
Chuck grabbed one of the cushions and put it under his head, watching as John got rid of his pants for him leaving only his socks on. Usually he would take off his socks, but he supposed it went with the whole ‘frat boy’ image if he kept them on.
And then John was sitting on his chest, lowering his cock to his mouth and letting Chuck just suck on the very tip of it as he began to stroke himself vigorously. Chuck rested his hands on John’s thighs, gently stroking up and down them and over his ass before resting on his hips.
“Close your eyes,” John panted out.
Chuck did as he said, trusting him not to harm him. However, he hadn’t expected for John to pull his cock out of his mouth and empty himself all over his face. It was hot and sticky and he was a little sad that he didn’t get to taste it. However, John seemed to have read his mind as he settled the tip of his cock at his lips again, letting the last of his cum slip onto Chuck’s waiting tongue.
As Chuck swallowed the small amount down, John slid down his body and lowered his face to his, kissing him softly before licking the mess off of Chuck’s face. The feel of his mouth on his skin, his tongue flicking over his cheeks, his legs clamped tight round his waist and his ass just in the right place soon had Chuck responding in the most gay way possible. He got hard.
John felt him pressing against his ass and pulled back from him. Chuck opened his eyes to see what the problem was but all he got was John smiling down at him before he began to rock back against him.
Chuck bit his lip, pushing up against him, his cock sliding over John’s entrance easily, although it wasn’t enough. He needed to feel more.
“Okay guys, take a break,” Cole said.
John stopped moving and looked down at Chuck, “Alright?” he asked him.
Chuck nodded, “Kind of forgot he was there,” he admitted.
John laughed and climbed off him, helping to sit up, “Yeah that happens,” he said as Cole came over with some water for them both and a damp cloth for Chuck to wipe his face with. John gulped down his water before sitting back down next to Chuck.
“I forgot the lube,” Cole said, “Back in a jiffy.”
Chuck sat back, sipping at his water, the damp cloth on his thigh and feeling surprised at just how completely at ease with his nakedness, not to mention arousal, he was as he sat there.
“You alright?” John asked Chuck.
Chuck nodded, “Yeah,” he said, “It’s not really what I expected but I’m good.”
“You mean you’re enjoying yourself?” John asked.
Chuck blushed, not really knowing how to answer that.
“Look, it’s just sex,” John said, “Everyone enjoys getting their cock sucked, everyone enjoys fucking. There are loads of straight guys out there who like to fuck their girlfriends up the ass or even have their girlfriends fuck them up the ass. It’s who you love that defines your sexuality, not what you do.”
Chuck smiled, “Thanks,” he said, realising that he was completely right. Just cause he liked the idea of fucking him, didn’t mean that he was attracted to him. Right?
“Okay guys,” Cole said as he came back in with a large tube of lubricant, “We ready to go again?”
“Sure,” John nodded, getting up to put his water bottle away, out of shot of the camera.
“Chuck?” Cole asked.
“Uh, yeah. I’m ready,” he said with a nod, handing the cloth and water bottle over to him.
“Okay, so if you want to lie down on your back again,” Cole said, handing the lubricant to John, “We can pick up where we left off.”
Chuck lay back, noticing that he’d lost some of his arousal again and so started to stroke himself as Cole turned the camera back on. As he brought himself to full arousal again, John sat down on the edge of the sofa and squirted a generous amount of lube onto his hand before taking over from Chuck and thoroughly coating his cock.
Chuck hissed, pushing up into John’s hand slightly, his cock starting to throb it was filling with so much blood. John looked up and watched him through hooded eyes before letting go of him and instead manoeuvring him until there was enough room for him to climb on top of him again.
With his legs either side of Chuck’s body, John reached behind him and spread lubricant over himself before taking hold of Chuck’s cock and directing it towards his entrance. Chuck reached up and settled his hands on his hips, holding on steady as John lowered himself down onto him.
It was the most amazing feeling he had ever felt. He was so tight and hot and the pressure he put on his cock with one slight rock of his hips was alone enough to make him come. But he didn’t. He held on, taking deep breaths and watching John carefully as he began to move.
John didn’t look too comfortable as he moved, in fact he looked rather awkward as if this wasn’t his normal. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe in real life he usually topped. Chuck didn’t like the thought of him not enjoying himself and so he reached down and started to stroke his cock, bringing it to full hardness. John moved slowly, watching him closely before leaning down and kissing him. As he hovered over Chuck, he began to move a bit faster, the change in angle obviously more comfortable for him.
As he held onto John’s thigh with one hand, his other stroking his cock and revelled in the feel of his strong legs round his hips and tight ass encompassing his cock, Chuck couldn’t help but compare him to Jill. It was rather unusual for Jill to climb on top of him, most of the time just lying there and letting him do most of the work and she always made him wear a condom. He’d never had sex without one before. It was amazing. And all the times she had gone on top, none of them had felt nearly as intense as this. In fact, they were downright boring in comparison.
John leaned his hands either side of Chuck’s head and began to move in earnest, grunting in pleasure on every downward thrust. Eventually he batted Chuck’s hand away from his cock, obviously not wanting to come yet. Chuck didn’t care though, instead using his free hand to reach up and pull John down for a hard kiss as he stilled his hips and came inside of him.
“Slowly pump your hips Chuck,” Cole told him, the order only just registering as he looked up into those brilliant blue eyes again.
Chuck slowly moved his cock in and out of John, emptying himself completely. It wasn’t until he began to feel his own cum dribble down onto his cock that he realised why Cole had told him to do this. He obviously wanted to show that he had indeed ejaculated inside of John. A little weird, but he didn’t care. It still felt amazing.
Eventually though, he slipped from John, letting him climb off of him as he reached for the cloth again. He gave his cock a wipe clean before handing it to John who took it gratefully, allowing him to clean himself.
“Okay guys,” Cole said, now back in his original position, “John, why don’t you show Chuck just why all the boys love you.”
John smiled before turning to Chuck, “Come here,” he said as he took his hand and moved him so that they were both kneeling in front of the couch, “Put one of your knees up,” he said.
Chuck did as he was told, putting one of his knees up onto the couch and letting John push him forward so that his ass was sticking in the air. He looked over his shoulder to see what he was about to do, but hadn’t expected for him to bend forward and lick his way up the crack of his ass.
Chuck shivered, turning his head back and resting it on the couch. John continued to lap at his hole, his tongue flickering over the virgin skin before pushing in.
“Oh fuck!” Chuck gasped, grabbing on hard to the sofa cushions.
“You enjoying that Chuck?” Cole asked him.
Chuck was only able to look at him in answer before turning away again. John was pulling his cheeks apart, stretching them to allow him better entry. His tongue was so far inside of him, that Chuck was sure that it must be just as giant as the rest of him, just like his hands… just like his cock.
His cock. He was sure that he was going to get fucked by that cock. And if the way his tongue was making him feel was anything to go by, he was certainly going to enjoy it.
“Look’s like our little straight boy likes getting his ass played with,” Cole said.
John pulled away and said something to Cole, what, Chuck wasn’t sure as he was too busy noticing how his cock had got hard… again. God he hadn’t been this hard so many times in short succession since he was seventeen. And then John pushed a couple of fingers into him.
He gasped, having not been expecting it, but again, like last time, it wasn’t sore, just uncomfortable. John pushed his fingers in and out, curving them again to find Chuck’s prostate and then he’d pulled them out, replacing them with his tongue but used his hands to pull him open wider than he had been before, but the feel of his tongue on him distracted him from any pain.
And then, just as Chuck had begun pushing back onto his face, he pulled away, replacing it with his fingers once again and making Chuck groan. He continued alternating between his tongue and fingers until he had Chuck stretched nice and wide and then, before Chuck could object, he had replaced his tongue with his cock.
He slowly pushed into him, putting his hand on his lower back and rubbing it gently to keep him relaxed. But Chuck was struggling to relax. John was so wide and stretching him so much that of course it hurt. John must have realised this as he brought his leg down off the sofa and made Chuck sit up slightly, changing the angle and letting him lower himself onto John’s cock with much more ease than he’d had before.
Once John was in as far as could go, he held Chuck still for a few seconds, his ass flush with his hips and began to rock slightly.
Chuck moaned again. Yes it stung, but when John rocked his hips like that he nudged his prostate, sending shockwaves up his spine and making his entire body tingle. He immediately relaxed his body and soon John was moving his hips faster, pulling out of Chuck and pushing back in with ease. Chuck too began to push back and leaned forward again so that every time John slammed into him he did hit the right spot.
John gripped on tight to his hips and pummelled into him, grunting with every thrust and surprising Chuck by slapping him on the ass. Chuck was sure he was gonna come… again. But just as he felt his body tighten with the build up of pleasure John pulled out of him.
Whipping his head round, he looked over his shoulder to see what was happening only to be man handled up onto the couch and flung onto his back. John then grabbed his legs, lifting and separating them to allow him to kneel between them and then he pushed his cock back into him.
Chuck gasped again, his head falling back as John began to move his hips once more. There was no gentleness this time, no relaxing strokes, just hard, punishing slams to his ass.
It didn’t take long after that before Chuck was coming all over his stomach, John pulling out of him and joining him, their cum mixing together.
When he had calmed down and cleaned himself up some, he sat back down on the couch with John, both of them only wearing their pants and looking thoroughly fucked. Chuck also had his frat house hat back on, making him look even younger than he was in comparison to John.
“So Chuck, what would you say to straight boys who would say no to getting fucked up the ass?”
Chuck smiled, “Go for it,” he said, “I guarantee it’s the best thing you’ll never try.”
“Really?”
Chuck nodded, “Hell I think I might go buy my girlfriend a strap on for our anniversary,” he said with a smile, making John give another deep and throaty laugh.
“So do you think you’ll do this again?”
Chuck shrugged, “Maybe,” he said, “I definitely won’t be so worried next time… if there is a next time.”
THE END
A/N: Before you start, I've already commenced a sequel to this :)