Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

If Only They Knew	By : sisterray Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 8098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-If Only They Knew
- 1
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I merely play with them.

Willy Wonka stormed out of the Bucket household, leaving all semblance of composure at the door. Charlie’s parents had seen fit to give the man a “talking-to”, just as one might to a naughty child. Only this time, a certain naughty child had been the very topic of their discussion. In the end, Charlie’s parents had forbidden Wonka to lay so much as a finger on their son, for any reason. The presumptuousness of this demand was what angered Wonka; he had been kind enough to allow these intruders to live in his factory, and now they had the gumption to try and boss him around? As if. Wonka relaxed slightly, knowing that he was the only one who made rules within the factory, and he certainly didn’t follow anyone else’s. Even so, this particular development could give rise to an interesting situation. How would Charlie himself react to this bit of information? Wonka called to mind a fantasy he’d often entertained, in which Charlie himself “took the lead”, as it were. A devious grin spread across his face. He decided he’d wake up extra early tomorrow, and pay the boy a special visit to break the news.

Earlier than he usually preferred, Wonka was dressed and groomed. He let himself into Charlie’s room using one of his many keys and found that the boy was already awake and in the shower. Wonka squirmed and paced about in anticipation.
He grinned slyly as he heard the water shut off. When the door creaked open, Wonka immediately assumed a disconsolate posture and sulked onto the bed.

Charlie emerged from the bathroom, still dripping and clad only in a small, W-monogrammed towel. The boy jumped in surprise and delight at seeing his mentor nearby; unlike Charlie, Wonka was not a morning person and typically did not make an appearance until a few hours later. Excited, the boy eagerly ran to him.

Wonka was hard-pressed to maintain his melancholy exterior (and keep his hands to himself) as he suddenly found himself with a lap full of wet and mostly naked Charlie Bucket.

“You’re up early today, Mr. Wonka,” Charlie remarked cheerfully. His smile faded a moment later when he noticed the absence of Wonka’s usual return embrace.

“Is everything alright, sir?” the boy asked gently. Wonka bit the corner of his lip to keep from smirking. He loved it when Charlie addressed him as “sir”.

“I’m alright, Charlie,” the man replied melodramatically, “but your…mom and dad… well, let’s just say they’ve had their knickers in a bit of a twist as of late.”

Charlie clung to the front of Wonka’s coat, becoming distressed as well. “You guys fought again?”

“Worse than ever,” Wonka confirmed, stifling a gasp as Charlie shifted to straddle him, “they’ve forbidden me to touch you.”

A multitude of expressions flashed across Charlie’s face. Embarrassment that his parents knew, fear that he would get in trouble as well, and finally settling into shock and disappointment. The boy was feeling especially frisky that morning after awakening from a delicious dream, and had been very much looking forward to Wonka stopping by.

“But… but why? I like it when you touch me,” Charlie whined. Then, blushing, he added, “And I was, um… looking forward to it today…” He twisted his hips against Wonka’s to make sure his point was conveyed.

It was, and the chocolatier groaned softly in response. “Well Charlie, they didn’t forbid you from doing anything, ya know,” he said in a husky voice.

Wonka watched with glee as realization slowly lit up Charlie’s face. This was just the reaction the man had been hoping for. Now it was time to see just how imaginative his heir was. He shivered as Charlie’s hand delicately traced his jaw.

“So that means that I can still touch you… right, sir?” the boy asked. Wonka roughly grabbed handfuls of bedding as he lay back against the pillows to a half-sitting position. Not only would this be a delightful opportunity for the boy to express his sexuality, but it would be an exercise in self-control as well.

“Yes,” he gasped. This time, Charlie traced Wonka’s jaw with his mouth, stopping at his ear, hesitant. Wonka had no idea that something as simple as the boy’s hot, shallow breaths against his ear would have such a powerful effect on him.

“Anything you want, Charlie,” Wonka whispered. Those words seemed to reassure the boy, and he became bolder in his explorations. His mouth found its way to Wonka’s silky throat, and Charlie delighted in the array of tantalizing sounds he could draw from his mentor. Further encouraged by Wonka’s vocalizations, Charlie began to use his teeth as well, leaving pink marks on his mentor’s delicate skin. Charlie was amazed at how aroused he himself was; Wonka hadn’t laid a finger on him, yet his erection was already throbbing between his legs.

Charlie paused to reverently trace the silver W brooch with his tongue before sliding his hands over Wonka’s slender chest. He could feel the man’s ribs and light musculature, as well as the rise and fall of his chest with every ragged breath. Impatiently, Charlie unbuttoned the black vest and let it slide open. Only a thin layer of paisley fabric stood between him and his mentor’s bare skin.

Wonka cried out Charlie’s name as he felt the boy’s warm tongue through the fabric of his shirt, sliding over a nipple and down to his firm stomach. His grip on the sheets tightened almost painfully as he restrained the urges to get his hands on the surprisingly dirty-minded boy on top of him. The chocolatier could feel one of his heir’s hands sliding over his thigh. The boy’s other hand was wandering between his own legs, and watching him use his hands in that way was easily one of the most erotic things Wonka had ever seen.

“Getting what you wanted?” Wonka panted to Charlie, who had shed the towel and was now touching himself. Eyes never leaving Wonka’s, the boy only nodded between soft moans. Charlie loved seeing Wonka like this: wanton and painfully aroused. It was something he thought about whenever he touched himself alone, and somehow just having Wonka watching made masturbation far more exciting.

The boy pleasuring himself had not been what Wonka originally had in mind, but it would definitely suffice. Following suit, Wonka released his white-knuckle grip on the sheets to unbutton his pants.

Charlie moaned hotly as he saw Wonka mimicking his own actions, deftly stroking himself with a latex-gloved hand. Their eyes wandered over one another, each greedily taking in the sight of the other in the throes of pleasure. Wonka couldn’t help but noticed how confident Charlie seemed in his motions; clearly, he’d had a bit of prior experience. A question rose in his mind; he had to know the answer.

Slowing his motions a bit, pacing himself, Wonka growled, “Whatcha thinking about, Charlie?”

“You, Mr. Wonka,” the boy moaned in response.

Wonka’s hand promptly sped up again at the sound of his heir saying his name like that. “And what about me?” he pressed, barely coherent.

“You… ohh…when you…” Charlie panted, nearing completion, “when you touch me like this… and bend me over your desk…” He cried out at the end of this declaration, shouting Wonka’s name as his orgasm ripped through him and exploded onto his chest and abdomen.

Charlie’s words had Wonka almost delirious, and the vision of the boy on top of him shuddering and crying out as his pleasure ran its course proved too much to resist. Wonka put both hands to use and he came moments later, with a chorus of soft breathy moans. Charlie felt the warm, sweet result of Wonka’s orgasm paint his chest and neck. Entranced, the boy collected it on his fingers and then sucked them clean.

Several minutes passed before Wonka collected himself enough to say anything.

“Wow! Didn’t know you had it in you, Charlie,” he giggled.

Charlie grinned as he laid down on Wonka’s chest. He moved to kiss the man on the lips, but caught himself just a moment before. Instead, he traced the Wonka’s lips with the tip of his tongue, and the two contented themselves with simply sharing breath.

“Me either!” Charlie giggled in response, “But I still like it better when you touch me.”
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

If Only They Knew