New Year's Eve is Not Charley's Day

New Year's Eve Is Not Charley's Day

Bill Harvey always closed the auto repair shop early on New Year’s Eve, and that year was no exception. He had plans to celebrate, and the whiskey with a few drops of cola in his Whataburger cup was a good start. He’d already told Connor to meet him in his office once everyone was gone.

Connor Adams was the new guy in the shop. Barely out of high school and with no aptitude as an auto mechanic, Connor was, in reality, Bill’s partner in what Bill called his ‘real job.’ When the two were alone, Bill called him ‘my boy toy.’ But Connor knew he had the upper hand in that relationship.

Charley Walters watched the movements of his co-workers as they finished their tasks. He was waiting for everyone to leave. Except for Bill, that is. His secret desire for Bill was at an all-time high, and he needed to let Bill know. He had forced David out of his mind as much as one can for a first love. Charley was tired of spilling his seed in his bed while visions of David danced in his head. Bill was the one who could finally eradicate David from his mind. He wanted to feel the physical presence of Bill between his legs, the weight of him pushing down, the smell of the oil and Bill’s cologne overloading his olfactory senses as Bill kissed him and fucked him. Charley had already lubricated his ass. He grinned as he pretended to sort papers at his workstation.

Charley watched as Connor went into Bill’s office. ‘I hope he gets fired; he’s worthless.’ But Charley knew that Bill wouldn’t fire anyone. He’d give him different work to do if he liked him or he’d make his life hell until he quit. Charley was wondering how long their meeting would last. He was anxious to get started.

“Watching Bill’s office, are you, Charley?” asked Ken Pollock, another of Charley’s co-workers and a part-time bed partner. “Everyone else is gone, Charley. And Bill is in there fucking Connor.” Ken stepped closer to Charley and grabbed Charley’s collar with his left hand and unzipped his overalls with his right. “I bet you’re horny for some dick. Am I right, Charley?”

Charley looked up into Ken’s eyes.

“Pull them down,” growled Ken.

Charley pulled the garment off his shoulders and pushed them down below his waist as Ken opened the fly on his own uniform and pulled his dick out.

“Get it wet.” Ken pushed Charley down, and Charley pulled the thick member into his mouth.

“Oh, yeah. You’re a pro at this.” Ken grabbed Charley’s ears and began to skull fuck him. “Oh, shit, you’re good.” A few seconds later he pushed Charley back. “I gotta have that ass.” He grabbed Charley’s arm and pulled him up. At the same time, he turned him around and shoved him against the desk. Charley felt the burning sensation as his hole was stretched open. Ken pushed until his entire cock was buried in the young man. “You are so fucking tight.” He slapped Charley on the side of the head and began to pump in and out of him.

For Charley, the pain of the stretch ended and the pleasurable sensation of his prostate getting massaged took over. He pretended it was Bill.

“Holy fuck,” grunted Ken as he slammed into Charley and dumped his load. “You’ve got a great pussy,” whispered Ken. “Squeeze it tight and hold my seed. Don’t let it spill until you get your panties on.” He chuckled. “I want to think about you sitting in wet panties as my cum leaks out your ass. See you in a couple of days, faggot.”

Charley squeezed his ass cheeks together as he pulled his overalls up. He headed to the restroom where he emptied his bowels. ‘Change of plans,’ he thought. ‘First, go home and clean the stench of Ken off me, and then head over to Bill’s place.’ Charley washed his hands and then remembered Bill’s whiskey stash behind the paper towel supply. He retrieved a bottle and grinned at his own deviousness. ‘I’ll give Bill a present of his own booze, and tonight,’ he told myself, ‘he’s going to forget every other guy on this planet.’

Charley switched his Rav4 to electric-only as he pulled into Bill’s driveway. He’d been there before for a company picnic, but he’d forgotten that it was so far out of town. He parked next to Bill’s truck and made his way quietly to the porch. He’d worn sweatpants for ease of removal. He had underwear in his pocket for later, but he was commando at the moment.

He stood at the door with the bottle of whiskey in his hand and took deep breaths to work up the courage to knock. He closed his eyes and rapped on the doorframe. Fewer than ten seconds later, the porch light came on.

The door opened, and Bill Harvey stood with damp, slicked-back hair and a towel around his waist. His tattoos were on complete display, and Charley felt an increased beat of his heart and a stiffening of his member. He lifted the bottle of whiskey.

“What the fuck?” said Bill.

“Gifts for the new year,” grinned Charley. “A bottle to drink, and my ass to fuck.” Charley stepped closer. “And maybe a taste of your dick for me?”

Bill took the whisky from Charley’s hand but said nothing for a moment or two. “Booze, a blowjob, and a buttfuck. All for me?”

“What the hell is he doing here?” asked Connor from the doorway. He was also wearing a towel.

“He wants to be part of a threesome,” said Bill as he grabbed Charley and forced his head down. “Pull the towel off, bitch, and suck me.”

Connor began to laugh.

Charley pulled the towel away and stared at Bill’s hardening penis. It was everything he’d imagined it to be. Bill tossed the whisky to Connor and used both hands to pull Charley onto him.

Charley was surprised by the move. A hard, seven and a half-inch rod pushed between his lips and continued past his tongue and into this throat. He threw his hands up onto Bill’s thighs. He fought the urge to gag, but he soon realized that he was unable to breathe.

“Poor your spunk down his throat,” laughed Connor. He pulled on Charley’s sweatpants and exposed his ass. “Fuck me, his ass is already lubed up. And look at that dick, it’s bigger than I thought it would be.”

“He’s got a dick?” laughed Bill. “I always figured he had a pussy in his pants.”

“He does,” said Connor, moving up and shoving his dick into Charley. “I’m fucking it now.” Charley’s abs contracted in response to the entry, but his lack of oxygen made him only vaguely aware of being penetrated. Bill and Connor continued laughing, and just before he came, Connor pulled all the way out and slammed into him with as much force as his off-balance body could muster.

“You fuckin’ bred him, man,” announced Bill as he released Charley and pulled his dick from Charley’s mouth. Charley collapsed down and gasped for air. He was dizzy, light-headed; his vision was dim. His ass burned.

“Pull the rest of his clothes off. We can use him until our dicks get sore.”

Charley felt his body being moved as he was stripped.

“Well, he came here to get fucked,” laughed Bill.

Charley felt sick to his stomach, and a wave of energy ran through him. “No,” he shouted, and he pulled himself up. He stumbled down the porch steps and toward a light in the distance.

“Get my fuckin’ gun,” Bill growled at Connor. “I’m gonna fuck him then fuck him up and then fuckin’ kill him.”

Charley did not turn back around to see Connor hand a single-barrel shotgun to Bill. The two headed down the steps and toward the barn.

When Charley reached the barn, he tried to hide in the shadows. His mind was still a little hazy, and he was confused by the layout of the barn. Before he could get completely hidden from view, he was tackled from the side and pushed out into the barnyard where he promptly fell face down. Connor sat on his shoulders. “Come on, Bill. Give it to him. Shove your dick in there.”

Bill smiled as he knelt down. He placed the gun on the ground, spread Charley’s cheeks, and pushed against the red, swollen pucker that still leaked from Connor’s ejaculate.

As Bill’s dick pushed its way into Charley, Charley flinched. He wanted to scream; he’d never experienced such pain during anal sex, and he felt the anger begin to burn.

“I want to see the cum spurt out of his butt. Fill him up, Billy boy, shoot a huge load.”

Bill began to grunt. His face turned red. “Shit, I’m getting close. Fuck yeah, that’s right.” Bill fell forward onto his hands as he gave up the last of his seed. When his dick slipped out of Charley, a small amount of cum did squirt out. Connor clapped his hands together then slapped Bill on the shoulder.

“Oh, fuck, dude, that was awesome.”

Bill’s grin had never been wider.

Neither of them saw Charley stagger to his feet. He grabbed the barrel of the gun and swung it. There was a bone-crunching slam as the stock struck Connor, breaking his jaw and pulling it loose from his head. Skin tore and muscles ripped, and the blunt force crushed his trachea. Connor reached up to the gaping hole in the side of his face. He fell over backward emitting only a faint gurgling sound after he hit the ground.

Bill’s eyes registered horror, but he did not finish forming the word ‘fuck’ when he was hit on the top of his head. He went down to his knees and fell forward. He moaned but was unable to get up.

Charley stood behind him; he could see Bill’s penis on the ground between his legs. Charley pressed on it with his foot and curled his toes to dig the nails into the spongy flesh.

Bill responded with a guttural squeal.

“You liked raping me, did you, Bill? How about this?” Charley stuck the barrel of the shotgun against Bill’s anus and pushed. The barrel slipped into him. “How’s it feel getting raped by your own gun, you selfish pig?” Charley pushed a little more.

The gun went off in his hands. Charley was sure his fingers were not near the trigger. Bill had been moving, but he went limp. Charley had dropped the gun when it recoiled. Neither of them was making a sound. Charley staggered to the shadows at the edge of the barn; he wasn’t sure what to do next.

Charley was naked, cold, and he had just killed two people. ‘I should call the police, but they’re going to blame me. I wanted Bill to fuck me, but I didn’t want this. And he said he was going to kill me.” Charley started to cry. He stood up and went back to the house.

The door to the house was open, but he didn’t go inside. He found his shirt in a wad at the edge of the porch. He scanned the darkness for his shoes and sweatpants, but couldn’t find them. He was sitting on the top step with his hands in his head when the police car stopped in front of him.

Charley looked up when the car door closed. He thought he recognized Deputy David Collins. Who had called him?

“Charley, is that you?”

Charley felt relief. David was a friend of his; well, kind of a friend. The two knew each other from high school. While they had never visited one another at home, David’s penis was at home in Charley’s mouth. During high school, it was behind the fence on Bradford Lane. While David was away at college, it was in David’s car at the far end of Forest City Park. Once David became a Deputy and married Melissa, it was not as often, but it was in Charley’s apartment while David was on a lunch break.

Deputy Collins walked up to Charley. “I didn’t know you were in on this,” he said. “Fuck, man, you’re naked. What have you all been doing?”

Charley didn’t say anything.

“You’ve been whoring, haven’t you. You know that they’re paying you with drug money, right? You said you were never going to get involved with drugs. And here you are. Or are you the mule? Pitiful. What’s your cut?”

“They didn’t give me nothing,” spat Charley. “They raped me.”

“What? Where are they?”

Charley said nothing.

“Those bastards better be here. I need my cut. Fucking losers.”

“I killed them. They raped me.”

David leaned forward. “You did what?”

“They raped me.”

“What about the fucking money?” David went into the house. He came out a few minutes later, dropped a duffle bag on the ground, and sat next to Charley. “The whole bag is there. It’s fucking full, Charley. All the money is in there. You said they’re dead? Where?”

“By the barn.”

“Give me a minute.” David placed the duffle bag in the trunk of his squad car and returned to the porch. “Show me.”

Charley got up and began to walk toward the barn. He explained what had happened and added, “You know, David, in high school, I was in love with you. When you went away to college, I used to dream that you’d come back and we’d get married and go live somewhere else.”

“Charley, I know. It’s just that…”

“No. Don’t say anything. I just needed to say it.”

The bodies came into view as the two men rounded the corner of the barn. Charley stopped about ten feet from Bill. David walked over to Connor. “Shit! He’s a mess. Not that this piece of scum didn’t deserve it.” He knelt next to Bill. “He’s dead, too.”

David took two steps toward Charley. “I see two ways out of this, Charley.” David took a deep breath. “Tell me that I can trust you.”

Charley walked toward David. “You can.”

“We’ll split the money, and you go away and never come back. We won’t report this; they’ll think things went bad with their drug connections.”

“You’d let me walk away with money to get a new start?”

“Show me that I can trust you, Charley.” He unzipped his pants and took out a hard five-inch cock.

Without hesitation, Charley got on his knees and slid the familiar cock into his mouth. He wasn’t big enough to deep-throat, but Charley sucked him like an expert. He knew what David liked; Charley’s tongue moved up and down the thin shaft. David grabbed his head and repeated the word ‘fuck’ over and over again. As many times before, Charley imagined that they were together in a house they shared. He knew he’d spend the next month depressed because he could never have David for his own. The dick began to pulse, and David held Charley’s head as he dribbled his cum into the warm mouth, no big eruption, just a small bit oozing out. Charley sat back on his haunches, happy to have had another chance to swallow David’s seed.

David tucked himself back in. “I love you, too, Charley.

Charley stood back up smiling and turned toward the bodies. “So what’s the other option?” he asked.

David put his gun to Charley’s head and pulled the trigger.