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Charles was living a dream. He was famous, successful, an incredible Formula 1 driver. He had everything he wanted, he lived very well.
Driving was his passion. He gave his all on and off the track. But Charles had a problem, a very big problem. He had a huge crush - not to say abyss - on his brother's friend Arthur Leclerc. Oscar Piastri. He was a very sweet boy, very intelligent, he only spoke what was necessary and when necessary.
It was the end of the year holidays, unfortunately Charles had not won the championship or had many winning races. Would stay for next year. But besides these things, he suffered from the illness of having to see Oscar every day. Why is that? Arthur, his brother, invited his friend to spend the holidays with him in Italy. Charles thought he would have some peace and quiet (he actually did, because as I mentioned, Oscar was no problem) on vacation, but Arthur proved otherwise.
He had already known the 21-year-old boy for some time. He was Arthur's best friend. He doesn't remember exactly how the two met, but he knew they had been friends for a few years. Because his brother and the other were close, it was common for him to see the youngest on some family occasions and there was one time that Charles saw him in the paddock of a race. I knew he was passionate about the sport of Formula 1 but I hadn't talked to him much about it, as it always seemed like the younger man didn't really like talking to him without his best friend present.
Charles was resting with his eyes closed on his beach chair basking in the sun when he felt a shadow hover over his figure. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw an angel. His little secret crush, who he prayed to every day that he would never find out about his dirty thoughts with the other.
Offering a small smile, he asked “Hello Oscar, how can I help you? Do you need anything?" He watched the smaller boy play with his brown hair as he leaned from one leg to the other. He was only wearing swim shorts and Charles had a perfect view of his stomach that wasn't defined but was in good condition. He wishes he could bite her and leave lots of love marks on his skin.
“Arthur said he would go to the supermarket to buy some things to make homemade pizza. I was tired and didn't want to go. Do you mind if you help me put sunscreen on my back? Australia is hot, but Italy is not far behind.” He joked while giving a small smile. He was beautiful, captivating and passionate Charles thought.
Without even waiting twice, Leclerc got up from where he was lying. “Of course Oscar, of course. Please lie down next to me so I can pass it to you.” He offered. Obviously the older Leclerc wouldn't miss this opportunity to get his hands on the younger body, even if it was just to do a favor for the other.
He saw Oscar smile shyly while his cheeks were flushed, and it certainly wasn't because of the sun. He saw the younger boy run in short steps to a nearby table and grab the sunscreen.
When Oscar returned, he quickly lay down on the lounge chair next to Charles. But first, he obviously handed the protector into the older man's hands. “Oscar, excuse me. I'll start now." Charles spoke as he opened the package and turned to the smaller boy's back. He only heard an 'ok' muttered by the other and decided to start by gently applying sunscreen to the other's back while praying that his dick wouldn't stick. hard as a teenager of 17. He was already an adult, he was already 26 years old.
When he touched the other's skin, he felt Oscar shiver under his touch. He couldn't see the other's face but he didn't need to see it to know that his chubby cheeks were certainly flushed. He already knew this just by seeing the tips of the other's ears.
Charles applied good layers of sunscreen to his hand and continued applying it to Oscar's back, gently squeezing his shoulders that seemed very tense while he listened to the other's loud sigh. “Okay, I think it’s good. Thank you Charls.” Oscar turned suddenly, taking Leclerc by surprise. And wait, Oscar called him by a nickname? This was news to him.
“But Oscar, I didn’t even put sunscreen on further down.” Charles sat down in his chair as he saw the other completely turn around to stand up. “It’s okay man, I remembered that I have to text my mom, I have to take advantage of the jet lag so she doesn’t get worried.” He stood up quickly, turning his back to Charles.
The older one didn't understand anything, he could only admire the sight of Oscar's plump ass while the younger one quickly walked away from him, leaving his sunscreen behind. Unfortunately, it was not this time that Charles would enjoy the sight of an Oscar wet with water from the pool.
Feeling frustrated, he decided to go back to sunbathing as it was the best thing to do at the moment. He still had some more time before returning to work. Soon his days of torture would be over, he had some commitments to attend to in Monaco. Maybe then he wouldn't see his little crush so much.
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Charles retired to sleep early, he knew that the younger boys would stay in the living room late watching movies or playing games on the Playstation. It turned out that Charles woke up in the middle of the night. He was feeling quite hot despite the air conditioning being on, he felt his throat asking for water.
Going down the stairs slowly, still cloudy from sleep, he saw the TV on, some action movie was playing from what he could see. As soon as he finished walking down the stairs he also managed to catch a glimpse of Oscar sitting on the couch very engrossed in whatever the movie was.
“Oscar...” he called softly, hoping the other would notice his presence. The youngest looked at him scared, as if he had been caught doing something illegal. “Charles, what a scare!” He exclaimed. “Where is Arthur? Why are you up so late?” Charles asked as he approached the couch.
“I didn't know you played father in your free time... Arthur has already gone to bed. He was tired after making all that pizza dough.” Oscar replied with a sullen face. Oh, Charles wouldn't mind at all having Oscar call him daddy if he wanted to. Focus Leclerc, focus.
“I'm just worried about how your vision might be affected... I'm sorry if I sounded like a father. Make yourself comfortable Oscar, you are always very welcome here and I hope you can feel at home. ” Charles began to turn his back on the smaller boy and head towards the kitchen.
When he got to the kitchen, he went to the fridge to get a bottle of water. She sat at the counter and stared at the kitchen clock, it was 2:37 in the morning. If he was at a party looking for a woman to spend time with, it would be more advantageous. He hadn't even brought his cell phone to use it, now that the sleep had dissipated. As he floated in thought he didn't notice a small hand on his shoulder.
“I hope you didn’t find the way I responded to you rude.” It was Oscar making puppy dog eyes as he apologized with a look.
“It’s okay Oscar. I'm not grumpy enough to take it to heart” he offered a smile, “I just think that sometimes you don't really like talking to me without Arthur's presence…”
He saw Oscar blush as he sat on a stool next to him. “It's not that, it's just that you are so lively and full of stories... What can I add by talking to you? Are you going to hear stories about a college freshman who studies sports journalism and doesn’t go to any parties?” He replied while staring at the older man.
“Precisely! You study sports journalism, who better than me could help you get interesting stories? Chat with people within any sport you want? I!"
He saw Oscar actually thinking and stopping to think. If Oscar asked for the Moon, Charles would make a point of buying it just to show how willing he was to have the other for himself.
“You're right... But it's as if we come from completely opposite worlds. Even though I’m best friends with your brother.”
“Oscar, I want you to always feel comfortable in my house or in my presence. Earlier at the pool I was scared by the way you quickly left while I was putting sunscreen on your back. It felt like I scared you.” Charles looked at the other, holding his gaze. He saw Oscar turn extremely red and he also looked somewhat surprised.
“I, I...” he saw Oscar's lips murmur something he couldn't understand. “What did you say Oscar?” He asked gently. I didn't want to cause another problem if the little one got upset with him.
“I said I was embarrassed!” He was elated. He looked like a nervous and stressed bunny. Charles became stagnant. He even took a few more sips from his bottle of water, which was already heating up.
“Ashamed of what Oscar?!” He asked confused. There was no way he would be embarrassed by Charles touching him. He had barely touched it.
He saw the smaller one get up looking irritated. Charles didn't understand why the youngest was acting like this. He was afraid that Arthur would wake up and see Oscar in this situation and misinterpret something, like Charles was fighting with him or something.
When he least expected it, he felt soft lips on his mouth. Charles was surprised and trying to process what had happened. Had Oscar Piastri just had a nervous breakdown and kissed him on the mouth? “Oscar what...” Oscar didn't let Charles finish his question as he pressed the older man on the counter he was propping up while kissing him. Charles automatically just held Oscar around the waist and kissed him back. He couldn't believe that those lips he had spent hours admiring through photos of him were kissing him.
Charles pulled Oscar's brown hair without so much delicacy, kissing the youngest in an awkward, hungry way. The older one was sucking the other person's tongue diligently, pressing the flesh on his waist over the shirt that Oscar was wearing, leaving him even more bewildered with each passing second.
“Damn Oscar, you’re so hot. But that doesn't seem right...” He pushed the smaller boy away, pushing his shoulders lightly, seeing the other with a bewildered look. “Ah Charls, I always see the way you look at me almost eating me with your eyes. Don't act like you disagree with me. You want it, I want it. We are even."
He didn't expect to hear this from the boy who was always too quiet or too expressionless. But if Oscar wanted him, who was Charles to deny him? Charles just nodded as he approached Oscar with a predatory smile as he saw him turn red and show a shy smile.
As he approached, he didn't expect his lips to be kidnapped with such fervor, his hair pulled for control, his mouth vigorously invaded by a young tongue. He didn't expect it, but he also wouldn't fight it. Instead, Charles melted. He would let Oscar do whatever he wanted, the boy was surprisingly greedy when kissing him.
The way he dragged Charles' bottom lip between his teeth was one thing, but the penetrating eye contact he gave while doing so was another. He looked at Charles with insatiable lust, and the older man could do nothing but grow hard and hope that Oscar wanted more than to kiss him in a kitchen while his younger brother slept in one of the bedrooms above.
Only after exploring every inch of the older man's mouth did Oscar finally pull away, "I'm hard, Charls." He whispered with a mischievous smile and flushed face that sent a cascade of heat through Charles' pants. “Can we go to your room, please?” He asked with those puppy dog eyes.
Leclerc couldn't remember the last time he was so absolutely shocked by someone. The boy was mesmerizing looking at him like that with those wet, parted lips and those big brown eyes. Oscar wanted him, and who the hell was Charles to deny him? Even more so after so much time just admiring the smaller one and masturbating with the mental image of the other. "Follow me."
Oscar smiled, clung tightly to the older man's arm and waited for him to lead the way.
As Charles guided the boy towards the stairs to go to his room, he felt a strange excitement in his stomach. Oscar was purposely pressing his bulge against Charles hand and drawing random patterns on Charles' back with his fingertips. He couldn't wait to have him in his bed.
Arriving in front of Charles' bedroom door, the older one desperately pushed the smaller one inside. When they locked themselves in the room, Charles decided to take control of the situation and kissed the younger man truthfully, in one movement, he lifted the young man off the floor, grabbing the lower part of his thighs for support and taking him to the bed.
Carefully placing Oscar on the bed and leaving one last peck on his lips, Charles moves away to remove his pants and underwear. Because he was already sleeping without a shirt, this saved him a few seconds without being able to see Oscar's reaction. When he returned to face the smaller boy, he saw a malicious smile adorning that beautiful mouth. "I want to suck it..." He looked at Oscar, who had bit his lip when he saw the older man's cock.
"Yes?" Charles hummed, pumping his dick a few times, "Then get on your knees, Osc." Piastri whimpered, immediately getting up from the bed and falling to his knees obediently as Charles sat on the edge of the bed for support. Charles made a point of slapping his dick against Oscar's cheeks, noticing the younger man opening his mouth wide, waiting.
"Show your tongue, Oscar," The youngest obeyed, drooling when he saw how close the other's cock was. Charles felt the tip touch his wet tongue and shivered. Oscar looked so small in that position on his knees on the floor.
Oscar closed his mouth around the tip, raising his hands to grasp the base. He heard the older moan above him before taking him deeper. Oscar got halfway there when he felt Charles' cock hit the back of his throat. He pulled it out of his mouth and let the saliva drip onto it, using it as a kind of lubricant.
He used his small hands to rub the saliva on the dick he was about to take, feeling his dick throb in his underwear just at the thought. He stroked the tip looking up at the older man, noticing his piercing green eyes looking back at him. Maintaining eye contact, Oscar kissed up and down the shaft, leaving kitten licks every now and then.
Charles growled, tired of the teasing and moved his hand to grab Oscar's jaw, forcing it open and shoving his cock into his small mouth. He threw his head back and began to slowly rock his hips, loving the gagging sounds Oscar began to make. He felt small hands run up his thighs before landing on his thighs, digging their nails in.
He looked at his boy and found those brown eyes already looking at him. He groaned when he saw the expression on Oscar's face when he sucked his cock, drool running down his chin and his eyes wide, looking at the older man through his eyelashes. Charles lowered his hand to brush the younger man's hair out of his face, wanting to get a better look at his obscene face.
"Would it be okay if I fucked your face?" Charles asked. He bit his lip at the hum of agreement Oscar let out, the vibrations traveling up his spine. Who knew the shy and withdrawn boy was so sexy when he took dick? He would be the death of Charles.
Charles brought his other hand to grab Oscar's hair with his other hand and began to push harder. Oscar choked around the thick shaft but remained still, breathing through his nose, tears streaming down his face. The smaller one's nails dug even deeper into the other's thighs, certainly leaving marks.
"Fuck," The pilot hissed, bending over to get a better angle, "Who knew you'd be so good at sucking dick Oscar." Oscar groaned at the compliment.
Sadly pulling his dick away from Oscar's face, he saw the mess the other was in just by looking. But Charles had better plans with the other. Helping Oscar to get up, he placed the boy on his lap, leaving several kisses on the other's mouth. “Are you okay Osc?” he asked. Seeing Oscar nod his head while hiding his face in Charles' neck he knew he could continue.
Without much effort he removed the younger man's clothes, leaving him naked only for himself and damn, Oscar was delicious. Wasting no time, he licked the smaller boy's collarbones, occasionally biting a spot. His arms kept Oscar pressed against him as he moved. Finally, he slid his mouth further down until he licked one of Oscar's nipples which was hard from the cold and excitement. He sucked the bud into his mouth, pulling it hard with his teeth.
“Uh—hhhh—ah,” Oscar whimpered as Charles bit and sucked his nipple. He was already feeling so sensitive and they hadn't even fucked yet. Chalres didn't hesitate to bite into the soft flesh and pull it with his teeth for good measure.
The older boy pulled away, looking at Oscar's flushed face. “I wish you could see yourself,” said Charles, smiling. He slid one of his hands down the back of Oscar's thighs, landing a few small slaps on the skin. "So beautiful, maybe we should fuck in front of a mirror, just so you can see yourself." He dug his fingers into Oscar's thigh, enjoying how the other gasped.
Charles leaned over the head of the bed and took a condom from the box. He was looking forward to this, he had been waiting for this for a long time. Charles was starving and Oscar had a 5-star meal ready for him to try.
Charles ripped off the condom with his teeth and wrapped it around his penis, pumping himself for a few moments to give it the attention it needed. He looked at Oscar and took a deep breath through his teeth. Oscar had a big ass and was at Charles' disposal.
"Did you think about doing this to me Osc?" Charles asked him, reaching over with his free hand to grab the lube from the headboard. He took off the lid and stuck his fingers in him. "Did you think about me fucking you with my fingers?" He added, lowering his hand to slowly begin circling Oscar's rim.
Charles didn't give Oscar a second to respond. He began to push the tip of the finger into Oscar's hole, slowly to let the smaller one adjust. Oscar was a mess of moans and whimpers on his lap. Charles eased his finger further until it was inside the joint. He fucked in and out, watching the smaller boy's hole stretch more and more.
“You make the sweetest sounds, baby, let me hear you,” Charles praised him, adding his middle finger to the mix. Oscar made a loud noise at the action, trying to keep the noises he was making to a minimum as he buried his face further into Charles' neck.
“You are a beautiful sight, with my fingers fucking you completely,” Charles leaning down to kiss and bite the back of your neck. He began scissoring his fingers inside Oscar, making the smaller boy moan. “You don’t want Arthur to hear you, right?” Charles asked him, clicking his tongue.
“Now, that won’t do, will it?” Charles snapped, finger fucking himself faster. He reached out with his free hand and grabbed Oscar by his hair, pulling him away from his neck so he could kiss him.
Removing his fingers from inside the smaller boy, Charles grabbed his dick and ran the tip around Oscar's rim, enjoying the sweet sounds the smaller boy made at the sensation.
"Did you think about me fucking you?" Charles asked, pressing his cock slowly. Oscar moaned, his voice choked by the sensation of stretching. Charles entered the head, giving Oscar a moment to adjust before continuing.
Oscar felt heat and tightness around him, squeezing him like he was trying to keep Charles inside forever. “You make the sweetest sounds, baby, let me hear you,” Charles encouraged, sliding further onto his cock.
Charles eased the rest of his cock off, breathing deeply as Oscar clenched around him. Every moan and moan that Oscar let out made his body tense and tightened his hold on Charles' cock.
“Whenever you’re ready, Osc.” Charles reassured him, leaning forward and placing a sweet kiss on Oscar's lips.
Oscar took a deep breath, allowing himself to adjust to Charles' size. He reveled in the attention Charles was giving him. The older boy ran his hands up and down Oscar's sides, giving him sweet, reassuring hugs.
After a few more seconds, Oscar looked into the other's eyes and smiled, like prey ready to jump head first into the crocodile's pit. “I’m ready, Charls.”
Charles smiled back, changing their position quickly, he positioned Oscar face down on the mattress. He pulled his hips back, pulling his dick out until only the head was inside Oscar. He reached out and grabbed one of Oscar's arms, pinning it to the small of his back. He slammed back a moment later with force, starting a brutal rhythm that fucked Oscar right into the mattress.
“Ah, ah, ah! Oscar cried, whimpering smothered through the sheets each time Charles's hips met his ass.
Charles reached his free hand forward, wrapping it around the back of Oscar's neck and pressing him down. He kept his thrusts consistent, trying to circle his hips in an attempt to find the spot that made Oscar see stars.
“You feel so amazing, Osc, it feels so good,” Charles praised him, moaning at the sensation of fucking Oscar completely.
“Yes, ah, ah, ah,” Oscar whimpered, turning his head to the side. He was drooling on the mattress, little gasps leaving him as Charles fucked him.
Charles let go of his neck and slid his hand down Oscar's body until he reached the smaller boy's erection. He wrapped his hand around it, moving his fist up and down as he pushed Oscar.
“Ah, hmm, fuck Chales, that’s good!” Oscar whimpered, fucking the pilot's fist.
Charles began to rotate his hips again, trying to find Oscar's prostate. He continued moving his hand, running his thumb over the tip, making Oscar shudder with all the stimulation he was receiving. He gave another hard thrust, knowing he had found Oscar's spot when the smaller boy groaned.
“Come on, baby, come for me,” Charles encouraged, jerking Oscar faster as he chased his own release. “Give me what I want,” he whispered, pressing his lips to Oscar’s sweaty temple as he fucked him.
“Charles!!” Oscar moaned, cumming all over the older man's wrist. “Mmmmm.”
“So good for me,” Charles whispered, releasing Oscar's spent cock and moving him back so he could sit up.
Charles sat Oscar on his lap with his dick still inside him, pressing the smaller boy's back against his sweaty chest. He grabbed the back of Oscar's thighs and pulled him up until only the head of his cock remained inside the smaller boy. He started bouncing it, keeping Oscar leaning against him.
“Osc, Oscar, baby,” Charles moaned, bringing the smaller boy up and down at a faster speed as he felt himself getting closer. He buried his face in Oscar's neck, kissing and licking as he fucked him.
Oscar groaned, reaching back to pull Charles' face further into his neck. Charles thrust with brute force onto his cock, feeling himself get closer to his own release. Oscar took it all in and whimpered from the overstimulation and every sound he could make was forcing Charles to go harder. Charles had come to the conclusion that all this time waiting to fuck Oscar had made him a bit of a sadist, and Oscar was accepting it so well.
Charles wrapped an arm around Oscar's thighs to keep him steady. He brought his other hand and covered Toge's mouth, shoving three fingers into the smaller boy's mouth. “Beautiful,” Charles crooned, practically suffocating Oscar with his digits. He pressed them to his tongue, feeling the heat of the smaller boy's mouth. Oscar moaned around them, swirling his tongue around them and drooling, he was being so good to Charles.
Charles bit Oscar's neck, leaving a bruise as he came. He held the smaller boy on his lap, letting his orgasm wash over him and Oscar's heat squeeze his penis. He placed one last kiss on the other's neck as he slowly walked away.
“Is everything ok Oscar? Was I too rude?” He asked worriedly after taking a good look at the marks he had made on the other's body. He felt happy knowing that he made them, but he needed to know if Oscar was happy with them too.
“Yes… I’m tired. I want to sleep." He pouted as he rested his head on Charles's shoulders as if he was trying to hide. He could be the most angelic demon Charles had ever seen.
Removing himself from inside the smaller boy to throw the condom away, he placed Oscar on his pillows and partially covered him with a sheet. As soon as he came back from the bathroom he saw the little one curled up while hugging one of his pillows. He didn't care at all about having Oscar dirty his sheets with semen or sweat, he hadn't cleaned himself either.
Leaving a small seal on the other's forehead and lips, he settled down to lie down behind the smaller one. He prayed that Arthur hadn't heard anything, or if he had too, he would deal with the consequences later. What mattered was that he now had Oscar for himself and he wasn't letting him go anytime soon.