Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Charlie listened to Mr. Wonka, flattered by being called smart, yet still hesitant. It was all a very new thing to him, and somewhere in his mind he figured it might not be what his parents wanted. He let the roaming fingers unzip his trousers, and a relieved expression crossed the boy's face as he felt some of the pressure ease up even for a small boy, the stiffness was almost becoming unbearable. Charlie nodded reassuringly to Willy's question, keeping his eyes down as the chocolatier slid his his cordouroy pants down to his knees, leaving him in his white underwear. Charlie's body tensed a little as Mr. Wonka ran a gentle, long fingered hand over the bulge between his pale legs, embarrassing and pleasuring him all at once. A bright flush came over his face, and he avoided eye contact with the man for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. Something rather intense seemed to be building below his belly button, something he would try and ignore for now. The boy looked up at the request, his pink lips pinched tight together. Okay... he agreed, after a moment of silence. He kicked his trousers all the way off and sat up on the couch beside Mr. Wonka on his knees, trying to keep from looking too nervous as he reached forward and started fiddiling with the belt with the W buckle. Charlie had to move around slightly as he undressed the man, a hint of a kind of pleasurable pain tainting his expression as his erection pressed up eagerly against the cotton of his underpants. Mr. Wonka's current condition became obvious when the boy pulled the zipper down, nothing but the tight purple shorts hiding it now. Charlie glanced into the blue eyes, curious, relieved that he was not alone, yet extremely nervous. Once the pants were off, there was nothing to do except, well, finish the job. It looked as if Mr. Wonka might have been a lot bigger than Charlie down there, something he hadn't really thought about. Afterall, he was older, so what was he expecting to see? Charlie reached forward slowely, trying to steady his arm, pulling at the leg of the underwear. That didn't work, and merely caused the fabric to rub against the center of Mr. Wonka's persistant arousal, teasing him immensly. Charlie scooted forward, a hand brushing against the outline of the head, and pulled at the top of the garment. The feel of the firm warmth of Mr. Wonka's stomach made him shudder, and pulled a bit more, getting closer and closer. The boy's lips pressed together again nervously, and he closed his eyes, using both hands to yank the underwear down in one swift motion. Doing this to Mr. Wonka, well, it felt strange, and a bit wrong, as if he were almost doing something to violate him. He needed to remind himself that Mr. Wonka had no problem being undressed, and had asked him to. Charlie drew back, pulling his knees up and covering his face in embarrassment. After a moment, he peeked through a crack in his fingers, feeling his heart flutter. He'd never seen anyone become...so aroused. Charlie scooted very close to Mr. Wonka, knees still pulled up, and stared down between his legs, a mixture of emotions in his eyes. The feeling of his own cock being pressed against himself in this position, and the sight of Mr. Wonka combined made him even harder. Doesn't that...hurt? Charlie asked, in amazement at the stiffness and length. And he thought his felt like pressure? The boy reached forward bravely and squeezed the sensitive tip a little before pulling back, an embarrassed giggle evident in his throat. By the way he was positioned, and his actions, he was obviously more comfortable touching Mr. Wonka than the reverse. Not that the idea of Willy's hand buried deep between his legs didn't sound nice, it just...well, he'd have to completely trust him, and no one had ever touched him like that when he was hard, not even himself very often.