Back Alley, Outside Cukoo's Bar, and Grill, Flashpoint, New Jersey...
Charley sighed as he headed back out toward his truck taking a look at the still visibly shaken blond pale lad who had been attacked in the back alley. He had made a good amount of money from the odd job but the big boss had informed him that he didn't need any further assistance. He sighed and slicked back his unkempt brown locks before heading toward the driver's side of his truck and hopping inside. He slammed the door a bit startling the seemingly jumpy lad known as Nolan before reaching into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out his keys. He spent a pretty penny on the rather average-looking silver truck with a wide bed in the back, it had been filled with camping supplies and tools from what Nolan had made of it. Charley started the truck after putting on his seat belt and ensuring that Nolan had done the same.
The kid seemed to take it as a joke at first but realized Charley wasn't going to move the truck until he had complied. The truck jerked and the engine roared once he'd turned the key and they were on their way. The drive had been a relatively quiet one aside from Nolan pointing out the directions to his place. Charley focused on the road and getting the lad home safely and before they knew it, he'd pulled up in front of a rather elegantly built and pricey building. Charley marveled at the stone finish and black steel trimming as he helped Nolan out of the truck and toward the massive entrance door.
Nolan had insisted Charley come to his apartment with him and Charley had agreed, if only to put both their minds at ease given all that happened in the alley.
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Nolan Pierce's Apartment, The Wellman Complex, West And Kelling Street, Flashpoint, New Jersey...
The large black heavy door opened and Charley found himself noting the young lad's rather impressively decorated luxury apartment. He had figured the kid's family made a good deal of money to afford a place like this but he'd been proven wrong when Nolan informed him that he'd been the only one that stayed in the lavish two-bedroom place. Slowly, Charley stepped inside once Nolan had invited him in and closed the door behind him. He seemed to be alright getting into routine as he began discarding his shoes and overshirt, as he moved along the fancy living room and black leather furniture.
"I didn't have time to make any dinner." said Nolan rather politely "But I have some cold beer in the fridge, help yourself it's the least I can do after what you did for me."
"You sure?" asked Charley standing in the center of the living room amid the polished white marble floor.
"Make yourself at home." insisted Nolan as he continued to undress in the back.
Charley simply did as he suggested searching for an ice-cold beer in the most interesting kitchen he'd ever seen aside from Miss Edna's but it was clear that Nolan hadn't used it much aside from the many bowls of cereal stacked in the sink and the boxes that lined his fridge.
Charley sighed and thought at the very least he'd check on the lad before heading back out to spend the night in his truck before searching for another odd job to get him through the week.
He popped the top on a silver and blue can and started chugging a bit down. Despite his first introduction to it, Charley slowly began to think that it was nice to have an ice-cold beer now and again to take the edge off a day like the one they had.
The handsome and rather tall man moved back toward the living room where he plopped down on the sofa, did a bit of channel surfing, and finished off can after can of beer before he knew it while he awaited the lad Nolan to see if he'd been any better after what had happened to him.
Charley had more than a few beers by the time the shower in the back stopped running and Nolan Pierce stepped out draped in a pink bathrobe and fuzzy slippers which had been white as he neared the rather drunk and semi-awake man.
Nolan smiled as he took the remote out of Charley's hand and easily pulled him onto his feet causing him to stumble as he helped him back into one of the bedrooms. He'd been in no condition to drive and there was no way he'd let the hero of the hour go off into the night without a proper means of gratitude.
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Spare Bedroom, Nolan Pierce's Apartment, The Wellman Complex, West And Kelling Street, Flashpoint, New Jersey...
The moment his back hit the soft plush bedding he hadn't known since his days at The Bateman place, Charley Bayler had been asleep, or at least he believed he'd been asleep. He had drunk one too many beers as he lay on his back trying to figure out where his shirt had gone and why he felt naked like out in the shed when Jen had taken the liberty of stripping him down as he lay in on the ground too drunk to protest and highly aroused from both her touch and the uncertainty of the situation.
Charley had known that his cock, as large and as bare as it had been when aroused was given to a wet warm sensation that made him buck his hips forward as he ran his hands through short-grade hair. Visions of his cellmate and The Bateman sisters filled his drunken mind and he groaned as he lay there relishing the sensation of the wetness around his thick cock.
His ears picked up the slight moans coming from the blond that had been bobbing up and down on his shaft and he grunted as he gave in to the sensation of his rather heavy testicles churning with the need for release. He had not known how long he was being sucked off but he knew the end was fast approaching.
Charley grunted as his thick cock pulsed and he shot load after load of his unimpeded release down the back of the blond's throat as his body flexed and his muscles rippled in reaction before he'd been winded and gasping for breath with his eyes barely open. It felt good having the blond's warm soft hands move along his bare chest amid the soft crisp white bed sheets that surrounded him.
"See I can make you feel so good." said the voice that Charley had vaguely recognized as being the voice of the blond lad who he'd gone home with following the odd encounter in the alley.
"N-Nolan?" asked Charley amid the wave of sensation and drunkenness.
The blond lad slowly eased his smaller body along Charley's equally naked and aroused as his smaller cock landed against the handsome older man's washboard abs.
Charley groaned as he felt Nolan's hands move along his body recalling how good they felt and how much he reminded him of Holly Bateman and his cock had been hard all over again.
Nolan squealed in surprise when Charley's rough hands gripped his hips and instead of throwing him off and storming out of the apartment, he rolled him onto his back and pinned him along the mattress his head still swimming from drunkenness as he parted the nervous young lad's pasty thighs and gripped his young cock firmly stroking it with one hand as he pinned the moaning lad against the mattress with the other.
Nolan began to moan in earnest begging Charley for more as his body bucked beneath the older man's larger frame and his tight grip stroked the smaller cock faster and harder. The young blond couldn't hold back as he found himself spurting all over Charley's large right hand and whimpering just as the older man moved to aim his cock at what he believed due to drunkenness had been his tight pale ass only to be pleasantly surprised that it had been the lad's hidden vagina.
Nolan gasped as his body froze feeling himself impaled in his secondary sex for the first time in his young life as Charley's thick cock pushed passed his barrier like a battering ram and split him apart.
"Oh...Oh fuck..." whimpered Nolan as his cock twitched in Charley's tight grip and his pale ass raised up off the bed as he thrust against Charley's massive cock causing it to sink in deeper.
"Fuck..." growled Charley as he slowly began to pump his hips slamming them into the pelvis of the younger lad while enjoying the exquisite tightness of his newly deflowered sex.
"Fuck...you're so deep inside me..." whimpered Nolan as Charley glared down into his eyes his hips still moving as his pace began to quicken.
A part of him had suggested that he should have been concerned about shoving his bare cock inside the formerly virgin lad's tight sex but he wasn't concerned with much of anything aside from the sensation of filling the lad with his thick release once he'd been done. The kid had started this little game after all, came looking for his cock and he wasn't going to be the one to disappoint him.
The floor below them had been littered with their respective articles of clothing which included Nolan's robe and slippers as the bed rocked and the headboard beat against the nearby wall. Charley smirked hearing the springs get in on the action as it was an indication that it was an old bed.
Nolan moaned and howled as Charley's cock pummeled his deflowered sex making him whimper and claw at the bare flesh of the older man's back as he continued his rough pace.
"Oh....Oh...Oh fuck....OH FUCK....!" Nolan shouted in response to how deep Charley's pounding had gotten.
Charley couldn't deny that it was quite fun bedding the lad, as it had been for him with every young gun he'd taken with his cock since prison. They required far less work than women and teenage girls and always seemed to be about pleasing the massive cock that hammered into their very soul once Charley really got going.
While he was by no means gay, he had seen the benefits of both sexual arrangements and each ended with a hot young body screaming his name in the middle of the night as he pummeled their heated orifice with reckless abandon. Nolan had been different of course, the best of both worlds given his newly discovered vagina. Charley having been the first to impale him in this manner had been another added bonus for him since the Bateman girls as well.