Jocks of the South

High school twinks gets dominated by ripped farm-hand.

Nick Evans loved Mondays. It was the one day he could skip class-the excuse of volunteer work had gotten him off school more times than he could count. And seeing as Monday was the beginning of the working week, Nick knew that Francis McCarthy would be out on his farm, working hard, without a shirt on.

The McCarthy Farm consisted of a barn, a house, a stable for livestock, and large fields filled with various crops. A river ran behind the farm, which was built on the bottom of a forested hill. It was perfect for Nick to drive his old car to the hill on Mondays, bring some tissues, lube, and a dildo, and then spy on the McCarthy boys as they worked.

By the time Nick was in his Senior year, all the remaining McCarthy boys had left home, except the youngest-Francis-who looked like he’d wanted to stick around to inherit the farm when his parents passed away. Francis was twenty, two and a half years older than Nick, but he was much larger in comparison.


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He was 6’2″, compared to Nick’s 5’9″, and was built powerfully with lean muscle. He had a small waist and large shoulders, muscled arms, a strong, beefy chest and chiseled abs. His face was pale and freckled, sporting bright green eyes and a straight nose. He used to have a big bush of curly brown hair on his head, but now it was cut short and straight, usually sticking up in a spiky fashion.

Nick didn’t have many friends, which might have contributed to the reason why his parents had bought him a car-it gave him more freedom and would encourage him to hang out with friends once he went away for college. But Nick hadn’t bothered to try that tactic in high school. He was shy and not at all outspoken-it seemed too scary to talk to people. No friends meant having a lot of free time outside of school.

But Francis McCarthy had a lot of friends-and Nick knew it.

Even when he didn’t have a car, Nick would bus to the edge of town and walk up the dirt road to the top of the McCarthy’s hill. The farm boys would take off their shirts in the sweltering heat, exposing their glittering, suntanned bodies. Their herculean figures were sweat-soaked and buff, giving them an alluring sheen as they worked. They’d plough fields, trim the grass, fix up broken fences, feed the horses and drive around with the tractor doing other various farm work.

The two McCarthy boys seemed a bit competitive, which would explain why they were both so well-built and muscled up. It was also rather hot to see them teasing each other while only half-dressed, smacking each other on their fat, round asses and sometimes stripping down to their underwear to go swimming in the river. But sometimes, when no one was around, Francis would strip to way less than his underwear.

Nick had noticed that whenever Francis’ parents were out in the town, Francis would invite a few girls and boys over and they’d go skinny-dipping in the river at night. Of course, this was a perfect way for Nick to rub one out, especially when Francis would bring a girl up to his room, turn out the lights, and make the chick moan her brains out. Their fucking noises made him extra horny. Also, it didn’t hurt to see Francis’ older brother sometimes take a dip, or attempt to seduce one of the girls by showing off his fat, big dick. It usually worked.

But something was different this Monday.

Nick knew that Mondays were when Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy had their date nights in town (which was why Nick took Mondays off from school), and it would sometimes result in Francis calling over friends or jacking off alone in his room. Despite the fact that the hill was a way’s up from the house, if Nick squinted enough, he could sometimes see through one of the windows into Francis’ room, able to see him walking around buck naked. But he’d never seen him with a boner, or jacking himself off.

But today, as the sun began to get close to the horizon, Nick couldn’t see or hear anything. He parked his car on the other side of the hill, where the dirt road was hidden from view. He had walked up the hill with a few tissues stuffed in his back pocket and binoculars in his hands-the one his uncle had bought him for bird watching when he was eleven. He’d only been using it recently to try and get a better look at Francis through his window. The past few weeks seemed to have consisted with him staying indoors and masturbating instead.

Nick laid down on his stomach in his usual spot between two large bushes and a big oak tree. He was skinny enough to fit and not get his clothes stuck on the thorns or branches. Nick used the binoculars to scope out each window of the house, and about five minutes later, he’d seen no sign of Francis. His truck was still parked at the front of the house, which meant Francis had to be near. Other than a strange thumping sound, he couldn’t hear or see the twenty-year old.

Nick got rid of the binoculars and began to look across the fields of the farm. Sure enough, there was Francis ploughing something on the floor with an axe, making the thumping noise. Nick wasn’t sure why Francis was working so late in the day-he’d already spent enough time in the barn that same morning and Nick had only stopped watching him earlier to get some lunch from town-when he thought Francis had quit for the day. But having returned after a quick dinner, Nick wasn’t sure why Francis was still on the field.

His arms were stretching and contracting, showing off his powerful biceps bulging out of the short sleeves of his darkened, sweat-stained white shirt. He had on a dark pair of boot-cut jeans fastened with a big belt. He was wearing those sexy cowboy shoes he usually did, and had his hat propped up nearby against the fence. His dog-tag flashed the sun’s light against his chest. The fabric of the shirt was taught around his chest, his nipples poking at it. It was clearly two sizes too small.

His muscles rippled with each movement and as Nick’s ears adjusted to the noise, he could hear Francis’ deep, hardened grunts and groans with each swing of the axe. Nick realized later that he seemed to be cutting up firewood. But why would he be doing that when it was so hot out-when it was almost spring?

Nick felt his dick stir beneath him. Watching the ripped hunk attack the wood had gotten him hard already, but hearing his moans of effort made his cock throb with anticipation. But Nick wasn’t going to jerk it yet-Monday nights were usually when Francis would fuck some chick or go swimming naked and Nick was holding out hope that this week would be different from the last few.

By now, Nick knew that Francis’ friends weren’t coming. It was getting too late for them to do much, and Francis was on the field working which cut out the possibility. But suddenly, the brunette dropped his axe and stretched out his arms. Nick watched the hunk’s shirt lift a little, exposing the thick trail of brown hair going down his abs and into his pants, which were sitting right below the well-defined v on his waist.

Then, in one quick motion, Francis pulled off his shirt and used it to wipe the sweat off himself. He showed off his big, beefy torso to nobody, flexing his abs and scratching his nipples. Nick watched him wipe his hard, pink nipples, the brown fuzz on his pecs, and then move to his tight abs, down the happy trail and a bit into his jeans. His thighs were thick and heavy-set, pushing hard against his pants and causing his belt to reveal a little more of his pubes with each step he took. Francis walked wide-legged, as if he had blue-balls or something. His ass bounced as he went and his brown hair was matted with salty sweat.

Nick could just imagine Francis’ big sweaty dick tucked nicely in his pants, and the low-hanging, sweat-covered balls swinging beneath. Nick desperately wanted to smell his stinky, manly musk and take the jock’s cock into his mouth, but Nick pushed these thoughts from his mind, watching Francis walk seductively toward the house.

Nick’s heart raced. He watched Francis bend down to get his hat, sticking his perky ass into the air. Nick saw the crack of his ass and realized that he wasn’t even wearing any underwear-just going about business commando, his balls swinging free. Nick put a hand to his cock, sticking it in his pants and rubbing the hot head of his own dick. He pulled back some of the foreskin and used his fingers to massage the head. He moaned and sighed for a few, and then turned back to see Francis.

The hunk was inside his truck, a black 2004 F-150, trying to start it up, but all Nick could hear was the failed rumbling of the engine. He wore an angry expression on his face and got out of the car, still shirtless and sweaty. He propped the hood open and then went back to the trunk to find some jumpstart cables. The vehicle’s battery must have been out.

Nick watched the stud bend over, exposing his ass cheeks to the hot weather as he searched through the trunk. When he found nothing, he swore and kicked the bumper of his car.

Nick had an idea. Despite always being scared of the possibility that one of the McCarthy boys might come up the hill one day and accidentally discover him, he was desperate to get Francis to notice him-and helping him jumpstart his car seemed like the best way to do it. He scanned the property quickly, making sure that no one else would see Nick go down the hill, and then headed to his car.

Nick ran down the hill, back to his ’98 Civic. He hid the lube back in the glove compartment, took the tissues out and stuffed them in with the binoculars too.

Then, Nick drove a bit past Francis’ house. He parked hastily in front of Francis’ truck, making it look like he’d just been driving by-not parked behind the hill for the entire day. He got out of the car and walked slowly towards Francis, having rehearsed what he was going to say to him.

‘I was driving by when I saw you having problems with your truck… I was driving back into town… do you need me to help you out?’ he said to himself, practising.

“Hi,” Nick said suddenly, his heart beating wildly. Francis looked even hotter up close. He had faint brown stubble across his high cheeks and sharp chin. His eyes flashed brightly in the sun and his long eyelashes were sexy. He gave Nick a cocky smile, showing him perfect white teeth.

“Hey,” Francis said, his deep voice making Nick’s heart ache.

“You having some car trouble?”

Francis looked back at his truck. “Uh, yeah man. My battery’s out. Must have left the lights on.”

“Do you… need a jump?” Nick asked, trying to stay calm. It was unnerving to be standing in front of such a hot, sweaty boy who had his shirt off. Francis’ body looked spectacular in the bright light. His usually pale skin was tanned from working in the sun, and his nipples were strangely erect. His thick, square chest was covered in a fuzz of brown. The man’s torso was ribbed with clear-cut abs and the deep v-lines that disappeared into the blue jeans were so clearly defined that they a shadow of their own. Nick could make out the bulge in his low-rise jeans, and the dark pubes that poked out from his waist. There were a lot of them, and they trailed up his navel in a thick forest. His six-pack was covered in more faint hair

“Oh wow, yeah dude, that’d be great.”

“Okay, I’ll get the cables and move my car,” Nick replied, getting into his Civic and turning it back on. He positioned his car next to Francis’ and then came outside with some cables. Francis bent over the hood of his car, wiping some sweat and grease from his face and toned, muscular body as he attached the wires. Nick did the same to his and then got in to start his car, watching the jock’s muscles flex and move.

When Francis’ car started, the stud gave Nick a big, dopey smile. “Thanks, bro. I really appreciate it. I would have been stuck here until my parents came home.”

“It’s nothing, really.”

Francis then looked at Nick, scratching the hair on his abs. “I’m Francis, by the way.”

“I’m Nick.”

“Nice to meet you Nick,” he said, giving him a sweaty hand to shake. It was big and rough, like the rest of Francis’ body. Nick took it and shook his hand, smiling back. “Say, Nick, it’s pretty hot out here. Do you want something to drink? I oughta give you something for your help.”

Nick could only watch Francis’ smooth, pink lips move as he talked-staring at any other parts of his hot, bulging body would make things really weird. “Oh no, it’s alright.”

“Nahh, c’mon man. I owe you. I got some fresh orange juice in the fridge.”

“Well, okay then.”

Francis smiled at him, grabbing his shirt off the fence and leading him back to the house. “Cool. C’mon, follow me.”

The front entrance of the house was empty. It was a clean, tidy kitchen with no dust. Nick looked around a bit anxiously, never having been in the house before, he didn’t know where anything was. He saw a hallway leading to a set of stairs, and then another which lead to what seemed like a living room. Francis threw his shirt on the counter and went to the bathroom first.

“I’ll just be a second, gotta piss,” Francis said to him,

Nick nodded, liking the sound of the words that came out of the jock’s mouth. As Francis disappeared, Nick took a few strides further in, sticking out his neck to catch a glimpse of the house. Having seen no one else, he got a bit daring. He picked up the sticky shirt and took in a deep breathe, smelling Francis’ dirty stench and relishing in the thought that just in another room, Francis had his dick out. But without warning, a door slammed shut from the hallway. Nick jumped in fright.

“You like the shirt?” Francis’ deep voice came. He was standing in the hallway, looking at Nick.

“H-huh?” Nick stammered, in awe of the sight before him.

His dick was clearly curved inside his jeans, pressing a bit against the side of his pants. From what Nick had seen, and considering the size of the bulge in his pants, Francis had to have been hard to accomplish something that big.

He stood with his legs apart, a horny look on his face. He had a straight jawline, high cheekbones and bright green eyes that stared down at him. His thick arms and shoulders twitched with anticipation.

“You like the smell of my shirt?” he asked again.

Nick was trembling. He had already put the shirt back on the counter, trying not to piss his pants in fear. “I-uh… I just-”

“Go upstairs.”

“W-what?” Nick spluttered, sure he had misheard.

Francis gave him a cocky nod toward the staircase. “Go upstairs. Third door at the end of the hall.”

Nick couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What the hell was Francis doing?

“Why do you want me to go upstairs? I don’t know-”

“Go upstairs!” Francis said again, bit louder than usual. He took two steps toward him. Nick could smell the musky sweat on Francis’ body and the power that his hot, lean, body was radiating. Not wanting Francis to knock him out cold right there, Nick started down the hall toward the stairs. He looked back only once, just to make sure he hadn’t hallucinated the whole thing. But all he saw was a small smile on Francis’ stubbled face, and the shadow of the bulge in his jeans.

Nick went up the stairs and down the hallway, opening the third door like Francis said. The room was littered with sweaty clothes, dirty underwear, and even some girls’ lingerie. There was garbage lying around, a few criminology textbooks-which Nick was sure didn’t belong to Francis-posters of cars and naked girls put up on the wall. There was even a picture of a threesome-a girl with a strap-on was fucking a chick, who eating out another girl’s pussy. Nick wondered if Francis’ parents knew he had all this porn up here.

There were two beds in the room, as if Francis had had to share with his brother. The first bed was piled up with a bunch of clothes and food wrappers, while the other one was messy and unmade, clearly having been in use. He sat on this one, not wanting to know what kind of junk was on the other.

Nick sat there, anxiously rubbing the boner that the smell of Francis’ room had given him. It reeked of dirty clothes and dried up cum. Nick’s briefs were wet with pre-cum, and his balls ached as he sat there, not daring to move as he heard footsteps. Then, the door to the room slammed open, and Francis stood there, still in his jeans and boots, without his shirt. His dick seemed harder now, and his soft nipples were erect. The silver dog tag was still hanging on his chest. He looked at Nick with a hard glare.

“Take off your pants.”

“What?!” Nick yelled.

Francis didn’t react. “Take em off.”

“W-why?” Nick asked. He had a feeling where this was leading to but he couldn’t bring himself to just give in so easily, or to believe it-he didn’t want Francis to know he was gay. “Why are you doing this, why am I up here? I just wanted to help-”

“Cut the shit. You think I didn’t see you up there the last three weeks? Spying on me? What’ve got up there, binoculars?”

Nick’s mouth was completely dry, his heart racing, and his head pounding. His boner disappeared again. He had no idea what to say-where to even begin. Should he come clean? But Francis only knew about his recent visits though…

“Well?”

Nick somehow found the strength to say something. Sweat was dripping down his messy brown hair, and he had an urge to wipe it off but he didn’t dare move. “U-uh yeah. Th-they were b-binoculars.”

Francis smiled again, a sight that made Nick scared and horny. “Yeah, thought so. They were reflecting the light in my face y’know. Lucky my folks didn’t see you.”

“Th-then why didn’t you say anything?”

Francis adjusted his jeans a bit, as if he was showing off a bit more of his pubes to Nick. “Wanted to know whether you’d come again. If it was really me you were watching or just doing something else.”

Nick was doing something else besides just watching him run around half-naked but he didn’t say anything.

“And after I saw you touching yourself I had a feeling I knew what was up.”

Nick turned white like snow. His heart had seemingly stopped dead.

“You come around before? When I have friends over?” Francis asked him.

“N-no-”

“Don’t lie.”

Nick hesitated. “Um…y-yeah. Sometimes.”

“Then take off your pants.”

Nick was still taken aback. “But why?”

Francis sighed. He pulled out a swivel chair from behind the door and sat down, his legs spread out wider than was necessary. His abs crunched up beneath him, rolling a few drops of sweat off his skin. “Your brother was in my grade, wasn’t he? Scott Evans?”

Nick thought he was gonna barf. He knew his family. “Y-yeah. He went to College Station High School.”

Francis nodded. “Yeah, I went there. How is he? Where’d he end up?”

“Um… he’s at UCLA right now. Third year.”

“California? Cool, cool. My older brother, Matt, is at University of San Fran.”

There was an awkward silence for a while as Francis stared at him, biting his lower lip.

“W-why am I here?” Nick said suddenly.

Francis put a hand over his groin, smiling a bit. “You’ve been here before. So you know that my friends haven’t been around in a while.”

Nick knew that Francis had a party a few weeks ago that had gotten in the way of him jacking off to Francis’ naked dips in the river. After that, his friends seemed to have stopped coming around. “Uh… I guess.”

“Well my girlfriend-ex-girlfriend… caught me fucking some other chick. Now half the town knows I’m a lying, cheating prick, and none of the girls I know will talk to me. And after my parents found out about me having a party behind their backs… they don’t let me have friends over anymore.”

Nick wasn’t exactly sure how that fit in with him being up in Francis’ room.

“No girls coming over means no getting off. And if I can’t get off, I can’t do work around the farm. And if I don’t do work, I don’t get the farm.”

Nick gave him a funny look. “Why don’t you just jack off?”

Francis sighed. “That doesn’t do it for me anymore… I need to fuck something. You think I can go back to hand jobs after fucking pussy for so long?”

Hearing Francis say the word ‘fuck’ made Nick’s penis twitch-it was strangely arousing to hear him swear.

“That’s where you come in. I know you’re fag, since you’ve been shooting cum all over that hill while watching me work in the barn.”

“I’m not a fag,” Nick said, turning pink at having someone figure him out.

“Yeah you are. Sticking a dildo up your ass and getting your rocks off to a guy makes you gay.”

“Y-you saw that?”

Francis laughed a bit, making Nick’s dick stir again. “Hell yeah, heard it too.”

Nick was bright red by now. “Please don’t tell anyone! Please!”

“Fucking relax. I’m not gonna say shit to anyone.” Then he looked up and down Nick, clearing checking him out. “Just take off your pants. I wanna fuck.”

“That doesn’t make you gay?”

“Who cares? Fucking a guy once or twice doesn’t make me gay. I know who I am. I’m just really horny.”

Nick was going argue but the prospect of making someone bigger and stronger than him mad didn’t seem like a bright idea. And he’d fantasized about Francis fucking him up the ass for three years now. With slight hesitation, Nick undid the button on his jeans.

Francis smiled at him. “There’s a good man.”

As Nick unzipped himself, Francis came onto him, pushing him onto the bed. He pushed his hands away and stared at Nick, showing off as he undid his own pants and slid them off his bulging package and meaty white ass. He was so cocky as he did it, making the blood gush to Nick’s penis.

Francis was wearing something underneath after all-a tight, light blue jockstrap matted with sweat and barely containing his dick and balls. There was long, brown fuzz sticking out in every direction, and Nick couldn’t help but stare at the two beefy thighs coming out from either side, covered in long brown hairs and defined with muscle.

“So, your truck’s battery-” Nick started.

“I faked it so that I could get you down from that hill. Worked better than I thought.” Francis was so close now that his sweaty package was nearly on top of Nick’s own penis. The only thing separating them were Nick’s jeans and Francis’ jock strap. “Needed to lure you in.”

Francis looked down at him, rubbing the sweat on his big chest and down his furry abs, then he stroked his hardening dick. “From what I’ve seen, you’ve got a nice mouth on you…” And without warning, he got on top of Nick, his thick, muscly thighs over his neck and shoulders, pinning him down.

His package was centimetres from Nick’s face, and he could smell the cum leaking out of the big cock. It was pushing against the cloth, making a large hole on the side. The imprint of his dick was clear, and Nick just had to stick out his tongue to touch the pulsing head. The smell of his sticky sweat and the manly musk of his balls made him even hornier.

The hunk whipped his cock out from the side of the strap. It was eight inches hard, and so thick and heavy that it fell downward when Francis let go of it. He sat lightly on Nick’s chest and rubbed the eight-inch slab of thick meat between his legs. The foreskin pulled back as Francis rubbed his swollen pink head, and big purple veins ran down under it. Without a word, he slapped his big, wet cock on Nick’s face, making him beg for it.

“You like that wood, bitch?”

“Yeah…”

He smacked it again, and Nick caught a strand of pre-cum in his mouth. It was hot and salty, and he savoured every bit.

“Then fucking take it, faggot,” Without warning, Francis stuck his dick into Nick’s mouth, making him gasp for air as he pushed his groin closer into his face. Nick made choking sounds as the fat, pulsing cock drove its way into his mouth and hit the back of his throat. The huge, warm piece of meat in his mouth felt so right, and his tongue licked the shaft, tasting its stickiness and the dirty remains of his sweat.

It was like a hotrod was in his mouth, and the big head of the dick attacked his throat, making him choke and gag. But Nick loved every minute of it. Francis started driving his groin in and out of Nick’s face, mouth-fucking his little bitch and making him choke on the eight-inch cock.

Then, before he could cum, Francis took out his dick and smacked it few more times on Nick’ face, and then on his lips. “You like sucking daddy’s dick?”

“Yeah.”

Francis put his hand on Nick’s head, squeezing his face. “Louder.”

“Yeah, daddy! I like sucking your dick.”

“There’s a good little faggot, put this cock in your mouth.” Francis stuck his dick in again, fucking Nick’s face and pressing some of his weight on his head. His big balls were loose and were bouncing off his chin, making loud smacking noises. The jock’s thick, hairy thighs were now on both sides of Nick’s head, and watching the stud’s groin and abs ripple as Francis moved and fucked made Nick’s cock twitch. He wanted to feel the thick meat in his ass, far up his hole and Francis’ balls smacking onto his own.

When Francis took his dick out again to stop himself from cumming, Nick tried to wiggle over, to expose his hairless little ass to Francis, desperate to be fucked. But he didn’t even get halfway.

“What are you doing?” Francis asked, anger in his voice.

“I want you to-”

“You do as I say! Now stay still!”

“Y-yes sir,” he stuttered, still on his back and looking up at the rage on the jock’s face.

Francis got off of Nick, shaking his dick a few times to get out any pre-cum. If Nick wanted to get fucked, then he would ram his ass with a big dry dick.

Francis grabbed Nick’s pants and pulled them down Nick’s ass in one swift movement. He didn’t bother taking them off all the way-he only needed Nick’s ass. Then, he grabbed the back of Nick’s briefs and ripped them apart. The loud tearing noise made Nick jump, but watching the stud’s muscles move and twitch turned him on.

The jock threw the shredded pieces of cloth aside and grabbed Nick’s legs. He lifted them into the air to expose his pink, hairless asshole. His butt was perky and white, but once Francis slapped his ass, Nick howled in pain and a large pink hand print appeared on the pale flesh.

“Uggghh! Slap me again.”

“You’ve got a nice little ass, faggot. You want daddy to fuck you?”

“Yeah, I want you to fuck me.”

Francis ignored Nick’s throbbing dick and loose-hanging balls. His own dick needed someplace to go. He slapped his hard wood on Nick’s little asshole, and grinned wildly as gasps of pain and surprise escaped Nick’s mouth.

Francis huge pink dick was completely swollen, and as he smacked it onto the perky white ass before him, huge strands of pre-cum went flying. “It looks tight,” Francis muttered, spreading the white cheeks apart and rubbing his dick inside of them.

Nick felt heat rush through his body, and his balls began to ache with ecstasy. His ass was shaking in anticipation-he’d never had someone touch him down there, let alone put a hard, fat dick in between his cheeks.

Then, as Francis pressed the throbbing pink head of his dick onto Nick’s little hole, Nick gasped so loudly that Francis couldn’t help but let out a horny laugh. Only his head was inside and Nick was already twitching in pleasure.

“Oh shit… you’re so big…” Nick said, as Francis began to push his cock further down into his perky ass.

“You’re really tight dude, fuck.” He threw his head back in pleasure. “You a virgin?”

Nick let out a faint “yeah” that made Francis’ cock throb in ego.

“Nice. This’ll be a good fuck then.” And with that, Francis spat onto his dick, rubbing it in and letting his dick slip in more easily-it seemed impossible to get it in any other way.

As Francis grabbed a fist full of ass in his big, beefy hands, his dick finally went all the way inside, and Nick squealed in both pain and pleasure. It felt so good to have a raging boner up his ass, hot against his own flesh and throbbing heavily. To have Francis’ hairy groin and balls against his ass, and his thick muscled arms surrounding his small frame made him so horny. But at the same time, it was a bit uncomfortable to have such a large dick so far up his ass, and there wasn’t barely enough lubrication.

“Ugh, yeah get it all the way in!” Now Nick knew how the bottoms in gay porno felt, and why they sounded so turned on. It wasn’t like anything Nick had imagined-it was better.

“Fuck, you’re so tight! Even pussy ain’t this small…” Francis began to push really hard on Nick, pressing his body weight against him and pushing him into the bed, making it creak. Nick felt the hotrod go further up his ass, hitting his prostate for a few moments and then reaching even further up as Francis continued to go up inside him.

“You like that?” Francis asked, suddenly sounding a bit nervous, like he wasn’t sure if he was doing it correctly. His innocence with gay sex made Nick even hornier, and he tried to look up at his face to tell him.

“Yeah, it feels really good.”

Francis rolled with it. He pushed Nick back down onto the bed and as he took his dick back out, his pre-cum stuck to the sides of Nick’s anus, lubing it up for the next time. Then, Francis spit once more, and rammed his dick back in. Nick went a foot up on the bed, letting out a faint yell as Francis fucked him.

Francis took half his cock out and thrusted again, pressing deep into Nick’s ass and putting his big, chapped hands on Nick’s legs, which rested up on Francis’ chest and shoulders. His hands rubbed his smooth thighs, feeling his limbs shake as he entered the teenager’s hole. Then, without warning, he took them off again, as if remembering that Nick was a guy.

“Holy fuck, this feels amazing,” Nick muttered.

“Yeah, you’re taking this dick really good, faggot. Chicks don’t let me put it in this far…” his breath was hot against Nick’s neck. He was doing something with his legs, as if he was taking off the jockstrap. Nick hadn’t even remembered Francis still had it on.

The hunk had his knees on the bed. He lifted Nick’s ass a little into the air, pressing it against his own groin, and pulling his legs tighter against his chest. Then, he began fucking him hard and fast. Francis was moaning and swearing under his breath like a teenage boy fucking for the first time.

Nick was groaning hard, squealing and screaming like a girl as Francis’ huge cock pounded him again and again, ramming him up his asshole. The throbbing shaft shot pre-cum inside of him, and Nick could feel it inside, slushing and squirting as the huge cock head came back again for more. Francis was so deep inside of Nick that he could feel the boy’s heartbeat through his own boner, and Nick could feel Francis’ heart beating from the tip of the cock inside him.

Then Francis got off the bed, standing on his feet beside it and dragging Nick halfway across the messed up mattress. The bed creaked and rocked hard under both their motion as Francis grabbed Nick’s bright white ass and slammed it against his tanned tummy, rubbing the fat globes while his tongue pressed against his cheek in pleasure.

“Uhhhnnn, yeah, fuck me like that, daddy” Nick barely muttered, unable to talk while breathing so hard.

Francis didn’t even say anything. His moans and heavy breaths were loud enough to tell Nick he was enjoying every minute of fucking a dude’s ass. Francis began thrusting hard and fast again, as if he were a dog mating with bitch in heat. He slapped Nick’s ass hard, putting a bright pink handprint on it as Nick yelled in pain.

“Shut up!” Francis yelled, grabbing the hair on Nick’s head and pulling him back. “People will hear you.”

“Yeah, fuck me like that, grab my hair.”

Francis didn’t let go. He kept his fist on Nick’s hair, pulling his head back and thrusting his fat meaty cock into the fat ass before him. His other hand was latched on tight to Nick’s legs, even occasionally smacking into Nick’s throbbing, hard boner as they fucked. But Francis was enjoying himself too much to care that another guy’s dick was slapping pre-cum against his hand.

“Ooohhh shit! I’m gonna cum!” Nick shouted, his voice shaking.

“What?” Francis yelled back, not sure how that could happen. Neither of them had actually touched Nick’s dick much-least of all Nick. “How’s that possible?” Francis half-yelled, half whispered.

As Francis put his big hands on Nick’s waist to get a better angle on his ass, Nick went over the edge. Having jock’s raging cock pummel him up the ass, and rough hands grabbing his legs felt so fucking good. And then as the pubes of Francis’ abs brushed against his bare backside, he knew it was more than enough.

His asshole clenched, his balls shook and two huge spurts of cum escaped Nick’s dick, one right after the other. The hot, stinking fluid shot down on Nick’s chest, some of the bed and then some whipped back on Francis’ abs. Two more spurts came, leaking more cum everywhere and filling the steamy, sweaty room with the fresh smells of sex.

“SHIT!” Francis bellowed, not because of the fact that another guy’s cum was all over his body and his bedsheets, but because Nick’s anus had clenched so tight that Francis’ cock felt like it was going to explode.

“I’m gonna fucking cum!” Francis said to him, pounding Nick’s ass even harder and smacking his balls against Nick’s half-hard dick, which was hanging between his legs like a horse’s cock.

Francis took his dick out of Nick’s hole, fapping it hard and pressing himself over his fuck toy. Then, three huge shots of steaming, thick cum soared through the air, getting Nick’s face and soaking his smooth stomach completely.

Francis kept stroking, shooting more wads of his spunk onto Nick’s torso and then on his ass. It dripped and oozed, feeling pleasantly hot on Nick’s bare skin. Then, without even saying anything, Francis stuck his sperm-soaked cock back into Nick’s wet, dripping ass. The pre-cum was coming out by now, and some of the fresh cum had made it way between his crack.

Francis kept thrusting lightly, making Nick grunt with pleasure and pushing him harder onto the creaking bed. He kept going until his dick softened inside Nick, but even still, it fit nicely and felt warm to the both of them. When he finally took it out, Nick felt more cum leak out of his hole.

Francis hadn’t bothered to wipe anything off. He left his jockstrap to one side and pulled his jeans up quickly, pushing his half-hard dick inside his tight jeans. There was still cum all over his cock and long, thick pubes, but Francis didn’t care. He did up his button and his zipper, as if he was suddenly embarrassed by having such an enjoyable fuck with a dude.

Nick warily got up, his ass already sore and his body aching. He had wiped off wads of cum from his stomach and when Francis was busy adjusting his penis inside his pants, Nick licked the jock’s salty spunk, enjoying its bitter-sweet taste while rubbing his softening dick.

“Get dressed then get out,” Francis said to him. “I gotta piss. There’s beers in the fridge downstairs.”

“I-I’m only eighteen.”

Francis froze. He thought Nick had been older than that. He tried to stay confident, not breaking his face or showing any signs of weakness. “So?” his voice cracked slightly.

Nick couldn’t say no twice to free beer. He took off his pants, throwing aside his ruined briefs and then pulled up his pants again. He decided to just leave his undies on the floor. He pulled his shirt back down and went to leave the room.

“It was, uh, nice hanging out,” Francis said suddenly.

Nick tried not to smile. “Um, thanks.”

“No prob.”

Nick went to leave again but Francis stopped him, putting his hand on Nick’s shoulder. “And uh, Nick? Don’t tell anyone about this. Understood?”

Nick smiled back. “You keep my secret. I keep yours.” And then he went downstairs to get them both a beer.

As Francis walked to his bathroom, pulling his dick out of his pants and taking a long, hot piss at the toilet, he looked at himself in the mirror, not sure what he’d just done.


Nick goes to the gym but ends up seeing a familiar face – Chapter 2 – Nailed at the Gym


Nick hadn’t gone back to the farm since Francis had fucked him. It had been a week since the best Monday of his life, but Nick was far too scared to go back. He wasn’t sure if Francis would be happy or pissed to see him. Was Francis fucking him so hard and rough supposed to be some sort of punishment for spying on him? And if it wasn’t, was fucking him a one-time thing or did Francis want him to come regularly? He’d made no mention of it after it happened last week, and Nick didn’t dare ask him.

But for now, Nick hadn’t paid much attention to these problems. He had a test on Wednesday that got in the way of him working out at the gym. After writing it that morning, Nick decided to make up the lost gym time the same night.

Nick was a lean boy, with no fat on him, but not much muscle either. His arms were getting a bit defined after two months of working out, and his chest wasn’t as flat as a ten-year old girl’s anymore. He would have been more well-built if he spent some actual time working out-not pretending to like he usually did.

When Nick Evans worked out on Tuesdays and Thursday, he’d put on his tightest jockstrap, long baggy shorts, a regular t-shirt, bring his iPhone, and his earphones. He’d put on some music, pick up a set of weights that weren’t too heavy, and do bicep workouts at the back of the gym, where he could see everyone else working out in plain view.

The gym was a rectangular room, which made it easy for him to see others. It was about 80% guys with the rest girls. It was the perfect time for Nick to enjoy his music, watch the hot, muscular men work out, spy on dicks and asses in the change rooms, watch them touch themselves in the showers, and then jack off when he was done.

This Wednesday was especially different for Nick, since it wasn’t his usual work out night. The guys were different than who he’d been used too, and the new array of muscle was a turn on for him. Just from what he’d seen walking past the windows, Nick knew it would be a good night.

Nick strolled to the change rooms, holding his gym bag and finding a bench furthest away from any changing guy. The locker room was also rectangular, so Nick found that changing his clothes away from everyone gave him a better-and safer-vantage point.

Nick sat there, lazily taking off his Nikes, which weren’t suited for running on the treadmill. He undid the laces slowly, looking up to see if there were any hot guys around, and surely there were.

He was listening to music while scouting out the other dudes hanging around. There were two others in there with him, one was about 6’2″, and the other a couple inches shorter. The tallest was a blond jock with a big, beefy body, hairless everywhere except his legs, and bright blue eyes with a sharp face. He was just coming out of the showers, his fat, muscular chest wet and his small hint of abs were flexing as he walked. He had huge arms, the veins visible like Francis’, and as he walked to his locker, he turned around and sat on his bench, scrolling on his phone. He had a muscled back, which flexed and rippled as he hunched over. Nick felt his dick expand in his shorts.

The other dude was fully dressed, having just come from outside. He was wearing a windbreaker, a pair of jeans and big boots. He had a dark, manly face with thick stubble and his dark brown hair pulled back in a bun. His thick eyebrows, straight jaws and big grey eyes made Nick want to suck his cock right there. But all Nick could do was pretend to undo his shoes and watch quietly out of the corner of his eyes.

The guy unzipped his jacket, showing off a maroon shirt that was tight on his frame. He pulled it off, revealing his thin, lean figure. He had a good chest with dark, taught nipples, and a eight-pack of ribbed, rigid abs. His had a small v down his waist that had a light fuzz of pubes. He was hot, and his deep tan made him stand out from the others guys Nick was used to seeing.

Nick watched him push the shirt and jacket in his bag. He pulled on a grey shirt made of some athletic, sweat-proof material that was tight enough that it clung to his chest and abs like a second skin. He then proceeded with his shoes and shorts. He kicked off his runners, and then pulled off his shorts, showing Nick his loose-fitting boxers, like the ones Francis sometimes wore. He turned around, where Nick could see an ass pressing against the cloth, as if asking him to free his cheeks. Then, he stud pulled them down.

His brown ass was lighter than the rest of his chestnut skin, and it made Nick horny to see it was covered in small brown hairs. The cheeks were round and perky, just like Nick’s. The stud turned around, looking through his gym bag for something, letting his dick and balls swing freely. Nick almost let out a horny gasp.

The dude’s dick was soft and thick, uncut, and about five inches long. It bounced atop the two low-hanging balls, which swung back and forth like a ring of loose keys. The beautiful sight of soft, nude dick lasted for only a moment. The young man took some underwear out of his bag, turned back around and quickly put them on, bending over, and exposing his dark, hairy asshole to Nick.

He now wore a pair of long, spandex boxer-briefs that made his ass look like two huge beach balls. He was still turned around and Nick couldn’t get another look at his bulge. But the ass and thick hairy thighs were certainly not a let down. He bent over to pack his shoes, and as he did so, Nick got a glimpse of his balls pressing against the shorts. Then he pulled on a different pair of loose shorts, sat down and began tying his shoes.

Nick had undone both of his own shoes by now. He had taken out his runners and pretended to put them on while he watched the blond guy get up and drop his towel. His huge, thick ass wiggled as the towel left his cheeks, and he began to wipe himself down, rubbing his chest, his abs, his dick and his balls. He bent over to wipe his legs, showing off his bright, hairless asshole to the whole world.

Nick could feel his own dick pressing up against his jockstrap and making an imprint on his shorts. His boner wanted to be free, free to jack off and spurt cum all over. His music was pumping hard in his ears, and he felt like humping something-anything-to get his rocks off.

The blond didn’t turn around. He grabbed a pair of boxer briefs from his locker, slipped them on and struggled to get them up over his damp ass. It was a good show, but unfortunately, the only sight of his dick that Nick got was a slight bulge in the front as he turned to sit down after pulling on his shorts and putting on some socks. He smiled at something on his phone, scratched his balls, and then put on a shirt. In a matter of seconds, he was all packed, and Nick was the only one left in the locker room.

Nick contemplated jacking off right then and there, but he knew that anyone could walk in-and there were even more hot guys in the actual gym. An older man entered the locker room and Nick felt his dick flatten again.

After everyone was gone, Nick changed in a matter of seconds. He put on his work out clothes, grabbed a bottle of water and set off for the gym. He sat on the mats and stretched for a long while, stealing glimpses at the other hotties stretching their legs and arms around him, flexing their muscles and doing poses that got Nick horny. He imagined what these men would be like in bed.

In order not to seem suspicious, Nick went over to the treadmills and upped the volume of his music. He set the pace to slow, warming up first. From here, he had a good view of the weights and the dudes using them. There was a sea of hot jocks, and he spotted the sexy, lean brunette from the change rooms lying under the bench press. From here, Nick could see the bulge of his package stick through the thin fabric of his shorts. He looked like he was grunting, clenching his teeth, as he lifted the heavy weights. The muscles in his arms flexed and turned hard, making Nick stare for a long while. After four sets, the brunette moved on to do cable crossovers.

He pulled the long, elastic ropes, attached to weights, toward his chest with his arms straight out. His big, burly chest scrunched up before him, turning even bigger and making the dude look hotter by the second. Hair fell out of his man-bun and onto his face, giving him an even sexier look. His nipples were hard now as he clenched his teeth and while he did his reps, he seemed to be staring at some girl’s ass. She was going squats nearby, and the brunette clearly had his eyes turned her way.

The man’s dick was beginning to get bigger, and as he finished his reps, the woman adjusted her sports bra and leggings. This made the brunette adjust the monster in his pants, forcing himself to look away as she walked toward the water fountain.

Nick couldn’t help but smile. His eyes followed the jock, who did two more sets of the crossovers and moved on to do chest flys on a bench. As he went over, Nick’s music changed, and he nearly tripped on treadmill at what he’d just seen.

In the corner of the gym, surrounded by huge weights and bars and doing deadlifts, was none other than Francis McCarthy. Nick’s heart began beating fast. The stud was dressed in a tight-fitting, sleeveless nylon shirt that exposed his broad, muscled shoulders and thick, bulging chest. Like the brunette dude, the shirt clung to Francis’ abs, and even showed off a bit of his hairy, brown waist. His shorts were knee-length and he had the usual bulge in his pants that most guys did while wearing workout clothes. Nick could tell that pure testosterone was coursing through his body, and the concentration on his face gave Nick a boner.

Francis’ pale, freckled face was gleaming in sweat, and his usually short, spiky brown hair was slicked back. His big, veiny arms jiggled with muscle as he did his deadlifts, and he breathed out savage, primitive huffs and grunts. He was standing with his legs shoulder-width apart, lifting the humongous set of weights and pushing his arms, shoulders, and chest to the max.

Nick knew that deadlifts were used to strengthen hamstrings, and he could only imagine what was going on beneath Francis’ sleek shorts. He’d already seen his groin area, and had only caught glimpses of his thick muscular legs while he was being fucked. But his memories of Francis skinny-dipping in the river came haunting back, telling him that he was missing out on the movement of his muscles underneath what he was wearing.

Nick had no idea what to do. Half of him wanted to run-to get out of the gym before Francis saw him. What if Francis thought Nick had come here to spy on him? Nick knew that Francis would think he was stalking him: first around his house, and now at the gym. What would he do to him?

The other half of Nick wanted to stay and watch Francis, as well as the other guys, and hope to follow him into the locker room so that he could watch him strip naked and possibly take a shower. He had missed out on seeing him naked this week already…

Francis was done with his deadlifts and was taking a huge swig of water from his bottle. Then, in a display that made Nick’s cock throb, Francis lifted his shirt to wipe down his face. He revealed his rock-hard six-pack, covered in a fuzz of brown that amassed into a huge jungle at the waist. His intercostal muscles rippled and moved as he did, and in another second, the sight was gone, covered by a sweat-stained nylon shirt once more. He took another gulp of water and made his way to the leg press. It was much closer to the treadmills than the deadlift was, and Nick felt like he was having a heart attack as the stud came his way.

Nick made it so that he was looking down at some stain on his own shirt, avoiding any contact with Francis. At the same time, the brown-haired jock wiped sweat from his face, not paying any attention to the people on the treadmills at all. In fact, as he walked, he gave a cocky nod to a blonde who was staring at him. She frowned as he nodded to her, and moved away from him. Francis’ ego seemed deflated for a moment, and then he went over to the leg press, trying not to show any weakness. Nick smiled wryly. When Francis had told him that the girls in their town were pissed with him, he sure wasn’t kidding. As another group of girls walked past, Francis shot a smile their way.

“Sup ladies?” he said. But the girls frowned at him and began muttering angry things amongst themselves. Feeling defeated, Francis sighed angrily and took out his rage on the leg press.

That just about made Nick’s decision. He could already imagine Francis kicking him right in the head after having spotted him at the gym-he didn’t want end up like the leg machine. Nick took his things, turned down his music and headed for the change rooms. He had to get out before Francis saw him.

In the locker room, Nick felt his head swim with relief and regret. He was glad to be a safe distance for Francis’ possible anger, but truthfully, it turned him on a lot and he couldn’t help wanting to possibly watch the jock strip down naked and then lather himself up with soap in the showers.

But Nick put his thoughts aside. He knew the possibility of him being able to watch Francis without being discovered was zero. Instead, he decided to head to the furthest corner away from the entrance. It was here that he moved his gym bag and began to slowly undo his shoes, watching a few more hot guys stroll out of the shower and rub their dicks down with a towel.

By the time Nick had gotten both his shoes off (this took his a great deal of time), he could see a stain of pre-cum soaking through his tight jockstrap and even his shorts. He easily covered it up, but his hard cock gave a jump as he saw Francis come through the entrance. He immediately took off his shirt, which was scrunched up near the waist, and walked straight toward Nick. He hadn’t seemed to notice him, and even got to his locker before he turned to change.

He looked up, his nipples hard and his chest dripping sweat, to see Nick staring at him.

“Hey! Nick!” Francis smiled, walking over in a cocky attitude and making contact with the teenager’s shoulder. “What are you doing here, dude?”

Nick felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders-Francis was happy to see him. It came as a complete shock.

“Oh… hey Francis!” he tried to sound enthusiastic. “I just finished a workout,” he lied. “What about you?”

“Yeah man, leg day. And I didn’t know that you worked out here. Shit, man, I haven’t seen you around in a while.” Francis said the last bit in a low voice, his teeth clenched. Nick realized, as he sat there, that Francis’ bulge was alarmingly close to his face.

“Yeah… I come here twice a week. Um, been a bit busy with tests lately. Teachers are giving us a bunch to do before Spring Break.”

“That that sucks man. Glad I’m done with that shit. I would never go back to high school, to be honest.”

Nick managed a smile. They were talking normally with each other-as if they were friends.

“Twice a week though? Dude you gotta come around more often if you wanna bulk up.”

This surprised Nick too. Did Francis really want to see Nick more often? “Uh, yeah…” he laughed nervously.

“How much you bench?”

All this straight-boy talk was getting to his head. “Um… 75 pounds…” he finished lamely.

Francis also looked like he’s just heard something really lame. “Oh, cool. That’s… not bad…” he lied back.

Nick was sure 75 was nothing compared to what Francis could bench with his enormous chest. His pecs looked like flat, muscular bricks. Nick accidentally flashed them a look, but brought his face back down, embarrassed. He was sure that Francis had seen him.

“I, uh, was gonna hit the showers,” Francis told him, like he was expecting him to say something back. Francis already had his shoes off and was taking off his shorts right in front of him. Underneath, he was wearing skin-tight, Under Armour boxer briefs made of spandex. It clung to his hairy, chunky thighs, covering them completely. The muscles of his legs could be seen pushing against the fabric. Nick could also make out the unmistakable bulge of his big flaccid dick and his huge balls, pressing against his underwear, longing to be out in the open. Was Francis inviting him to shower?

“Uh, yeah. Me too.” Nick heard himself say, not sure where it came from.

“Cool. See ya inside.” He wobbled over to his bag, took off his spandex, and turned around to face his locker, looking for shampoo. Nick caught a glimpse of his flaccid, seven-inch dick, but had a nice, longer view of his ass. Nick had a raging boner in his pants and couldn’t believe what he’d just agreed too. He’d be too embarrassed to show Francis that he had a boner, and he was sure that the other guys in the gym would be freaked out by him. But Nick had been in the showers before and knew their layout-he suddenly had an idea that would save his gay ass.

Nick stripped down so fast that his boner began to subside. On top of that, Nick did some math in his head, forcing the blood from his dick to come back up to his brain. It did the trick to make it seem that Nick just had a very big dick, not a huge gay, hard-on for Francis. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked to the shower, immediately followed by a completely naked Francis. Nick had just made it before him.

The locker room showers were in a separate room that was made of two components-a hot, steaming communal shower that took up most of the room, and a three private showering stalls on the left, covered with curtains. They’d usually be full when Nick came around, which was why he jerked off in the toilet stalls before he took a shower there. But now, however, he saw one stall with its curtain wide open-a shower that was free.

As Francis walked toward the communal shower, Nick made hard left turn. Before Francis even had a chance to say anything, Nick had closed the curtain behind him and took a deep breath. His boner was stirring again, and he couldn’t believe it worked. He was safe from total humiliation.

Nick threw his towel onto the edge of the stall, and looked down at his dick. It wasn’t hard enough for him to jerk, but he knew he had to do it. Nick peered through the cracks of the stall, looking out at the communal shower and staring at the few naked guys who were rubbing themselves beneath it. And then, he saw Francis. His seven-incher was hanging flaccid, before his two sweaty balls. Francis was already putting soap through his hair, and seemed to be looking right toward Nick. He could see Francis’ groin, abs and chest in plain view, and realized that his cock was growing. It was eight inches now, hard and fat, sticking in the air just a bit.

There was another guy in the shower who had a boner, and he was rubbing it without a care in the world. It seemed to Nick that no one cared what other guys were doing-whether it was cleaning their junk or jacking themselves off.

Nick couldn’t believe it. Was Francis trying to show off to him? Nick’s dick hadn’t grown much-mostly out of fear-but his balls were swollen with fluid. Pushing away the curtains and growing a pair, Nick went to the shower head next to Francis, and began to lather himself up with soap.

Francis stared at him for a second, not sure what Nick was doing.

“Er, no hot water in there,” Nick lied.

Nick tried not to watch Francis rubbing his chest, abs and balls, or massage his fat boner. His sleek, wet skin was so sexy, but Nick was still instilled with fear, and he practiced more math in his head. He still had half an erection, and it seemed as though Francis was looking right down at Nick’s ass-he could feel him staring.

“You horny?” Francis suddenly asked, taking a quick look at Nick’s cock to let him know he’d noticed it. He hadn’t spoken loud enough for anyone to hear, but even if he had, the noise of the shower would have drowned out his voice.

Nick jumped. “Huh? Oh, uh, I… yeah. Haven’t wanked in a while…”

Francis didn’t say anything after that. He turned around to later his fat, bubbly ass, as if he was trying show Nick what he was missing out on.

It was two minutes later when they both of them had finished. When they came out, Nick realized there were only two other guys in the locker room, and they were both at the far end.

“You didn’t come this Monday,” Francis suddenly said to him. He’d wrapped his waist in small white towel that looked like it was meant for smaller people. His massive, solid thighs stuck out like tree trunks, showing off his manliness to the world.

“I was… um, studying for tests. I got into colleges already but I have to keep my grades up.” For once, Nick wasn’t lying.

“Oh I see. You seem kinda stressed though. Working out can help with that you know.”

Nick nodded, pulling his jockstrap on while the towel still hung around him. “Yeah, it does.”

“It releases tension… gets the body flowing.”

Nick froze. There was something about Francis’ voice that made him turn to face him. ‘Is he fucking hitting on me?’ Nick thought.

Francis was dead-ass staring at him. Then, with a swift nod of his head, Francis spoke in a hushed whisper. “Bathroom stall.”

Nick couldn’t believe it. “W-what?”

Francis raised his eyebrow. “Do I have to say it again?”

Nick’s heart pumped. Was Francis fucking McCarthy gonna fuck him again? He finished pulling on his strap, threw away his towel and walked over to the unused bathroom stalls across from the showers. They were just four toilet stalls here-the urinals were only in the bathroom connected to the gym itself.

To his dismay, the large handicap stall was already in use. Nick went to the furthest one instead, wondering if it was even possible to fuck in there. There didn’t seem like enough space for a man of Francis’ size to fit.

As Francis came strolling toward him, bare-footed and wearing a pair of loose cotton boxers, the guy from the handicap stall went to wash his hands. Francis washed his hands too, waiting for him to leave. Then, as the stranger left, Francis flipped the deadbolt lock of the washroom door. Nick heard him coming toward his stall.

“It’s clear,” Francis said to him, opening the stall that Nick was hiding in.

“A-are you gonna fuck me?” Nick stuttered, determined to have the green-eyed hunk’s dick up his ass.

Francis smiled charmingly, his damp brown pubes catching the light. “If you’d let me.”

Hesitating for a second, Nick nodded, wanting more than anything to feel the man’s hot member embedded deep in his ass, his balls slamming into his own. “Yes.”

“Fuck yea,” Francis moaned, “But first… you’re gonna suck my cock.”

Nick almost didn’t believe it. He was frozen and stiff-his dick the same, yet he was determined to show Francis a good time, and having a thick dick in his mouth was something he’d longed to do again.

“O-okay, I’ll suck you off-”

“I don’t wanna cum, I wanna fuck you after.”

Nick nodded, his heart fluttering. “A-alright.”

Francis pushed him back into the stall. He clicked it shut behind him and pushed Nick to his knees with his big powerful hands.

Francis’ dick was already half hard, pressing against the cotton. Nick pushed the boxers down, exposing a big bouncing cock, hanging out of his thick brown pubes and swinging side to side-it was too heavy to stick upwards, and it was completely engorged. Francis’ hand pushed the back of Nick’s head, forcing his lips to brush the half-exposed tip. Nick happily obliged, putting his lips overtop and pressing his tongue against the head, pushing down the skin delicately with his hands.

“Holy shittt, man,” Francis muttered under his breath, moving his hips and pressing his hairy groin in Nick’s face. “Fuck yeah, that’s good.”

Nick put his hands down on the wild brown pubes, and began to move his entire mouth over the thick swollen cock. It was beginning to reach full height, and it thickened with every twitch-Nick could feel the blood pumping into the fat dick, and he could feel Francis’ heart beat through it.

“Uggghhhhhh, yeah, use your tongue, faggot.”

Nick felt slobber run down his mouth, but he didn’t care. Now that the jock’s dick was fully hard in his mouth, he knew he had a job to do. He moved his head as far as he could, trying to fit everything inside, but it was impossible. He made a kind of choking noise that made Francis’ cock twitch with ego. And Nick finally retracted, licking the throbbing veins and moving back to the tip. He went as far down as he could, slowly, once more, then began to move to and fro vigorously.

“Fuck! Suck my cock, Nick… just like that, yeah. Fuck yea, take that dick…” Francis’ deep, breathless commands kept coming, grabbing Nick’s dark, curly hair and mouth-fucking his head. Nick felt like his bitch-his sex slave, and at that moment, he’d do anything to make Francis cum.

Nick could already taste the salty pre-cum ooze off the dick, dripping thick drops of it in his mouth. He savoured the taste, using his tongue to push it back around the throbbing cock and swallowing anything he gave him. Nick’s own dick was pulsating, turned on by the hung jock taking him down and fucking his face. Nick’s boner was pressed against his jockstrap, soaking it with pre-cum and longing to get out. His loose balls were aching, just like Francis’ sack.

“Oh shit, Nick, you’re so good. Fuck! Chicks don’t suck cock half as good as you do…” Then Francis slid his dick out of Nick’s mouth and slapped the hard, wet wood on Nick’s face, covering him slightly with more sticky pre-cum. “You take dick so good, you want this fat cock, faggot?”

“Yeahhh, give it to me.”

“Say you want this cock, Nick,” Francis moaned, slapping his lips with his hard dick again.

“I want your big, fat cock Francis, I want it in my mouth,” Nick smiled, looking up at his rigid abs and thick chest.

“Yeah you do, you’re a good little cocksucker.”

Nick’s lips spread across the thick dick again, massaging the tip and then along the sensitive underside. He loved the taste of Francis’ cock. It was hot in his mouth, and it was forcing its way inside him, as confident and jerky as the hunk himself.

“Oh yeah, you’re a dirty fucking slut. Take that dick.”

Then, as Francis’ member began to throb more violently, the jock gently pushed Nick away, taking the cock out of his mouth. Long strands of spit and pre-cum came out, covering Nick’s face.

“Fuck, I almost came right then.”

“Was I… good?”

“Good? That was fuckin’ ace. Now get up.”

Francis picked Nick up with ease and eagerly grabbed his ass, squeezing the soft flesh tightly. Nick’s dick twitched as his package brushed with Francis’. He pulled his dick out of his jockstrap, stroking his erect penis and wincing as Francis grabbed his neck and pulled him in close. As Francis stuck his tongue down Nick’s throat, tasting his own dick and pre-cum, their dicks fought and rubbed each other like swords. Francis McCarthy was kissing him. ‘Who was gay now?’ Nick thought.

Francis grabbed Nick’s head, slobbering his big fat lips all over his mouth. They made out hard, barely able to breath yet breathing hot, stinking breaths on each other at the same time.

Nick’s hands were on Francis’ abs and chest, feeling the rough, hardened muscles and playing in his soft brown pubes. His lingered his touch over the soft nipples, and then Francis rubbed both their dicks together, thrusting midair.

“Wow, that’s hot,” Francis said, surprised that two dicks rubbing up on each other could feel so good.

A long, exasperated sigh left Nick. With a hand on his ass, both their dicks getting rubbed together and his own hands all over Francis’ front, Nick was in bliss, and he felt like he’d cum right then and there.

Then, without warning, Francis turned Nick over, pressing him against the wall. “I’m gonna fuck you in the ass,” his voice commanded. He squeezed Nick’s butt and grabbed the back of his jockstrap, making it tight against his crotch and then releasing the elastic to let is snap back against his ass, hard.

Nick landed hard on the wall, stunning him. His dick was pressed against the cool side of the stall, his balls stuck uncomfortably between his legs and penis.

“I’m not gonna be easy on you…” Francis muttered in his ears, pressing his hot body against Nick’s, putting his fully erect, 8-inch cock against his ass.

“Fuck me hard,” Nick moaned, desperate to feel Francis’ big dick fuck his hole.

“Yeah? You want my cock?”

“Yeah… I want you inside me,” Nick relaxed as the man’s thick, swollen arms surrounded him, and his torso pressed up against his ass. Francis’ hairy thighs brushed Nick’s own bare legs and soon, he felt the hot head of a penis touch his puckering asshole.

“I’m gonna fuck you dry, faggot…” he said.

Nick nodded, feeling his boner expand against the hard rock wall. “Fuck me.”

Francis pushed in deeper, and a moan escaped both of them-Francis’ was deep and low, while Nick’s was high and surprised. Francis’ big, red cock was thick, and Nick’s pink hole was tight, making them both shudder in ecstasy.

“You’re so tight,” Francis mumbled, his words shaking as his erect dick penetrated Nick’s hole. He was forced to spit on his cock, realizing that there was no way he was going to get all that dick inside without any help. “Take this dick, slut.”

“You’re so big…”

“Ffffucck!” Francis exclaimed, pushing his cock deeper.

“Uhhhnnnn…” Nick felt as if his ass was about to tear into two, but he clenched his fists and braved himself-he was being fucked like a filthy animal by no other than Francis McCarthy.

Francis’ dick finally settled all the way in, sticking up inside Nick’s ass like a blazing hot rod-warm and hard. Nick was pinned against the wall, almost lifted off his feet from Francis’ raging cock and the strength of the man’s torso. He then fell back to the floor as Francis half-pulled out, wanting to start the fucking.

“Shit, dude,” Francis said, feeling the tight warm skin on his dick. Loose pussy was nothing compared to tight ass, Francis thought, though he wished there were titties for him to grab onto. He latched onto Nick’s arched waist instead. Nick sighed as the throbbing dick left the innermost space of his hole, and retreated to the outside. The relief was short lived, however, as Francis’ dick came again like a pendulum, pounding hard up into his asshole and pressing his groin against Nick’s perky ass. His whole body flattened against the wall as Francis pushed deeper, wanting to feel every inch of Nick’s hole.

Nick was past the point of pleasure-or rather, Francis’ dick was. The shaft rubbed against Nick’s prostate, while the head poked into something far above, giving Nick the feeling as if he was being loaded like a truck. “Ooohhhh… uuuhhhnnnnn!” Nick’s voice came, his moans becoming louder and harder.

“Fuck!” Francis exclaimed, slapping Nick’s ass and pushing deeper. He half-pulled out again, then piled back onto Nick, a process that became quicker and more repetitive. “Take my cock, faggot! Take it like a man!”

Nick almost screamed as the friction of Francis’ hot dick rubbed on the inside of his anus. Soon, there was a fast jerking motion that slammed Nick harder into the wall as Francis picked up speed. Nick yelled in pain, while Francis groaned in pleasure. He spanked the tight ass again and pulled on Nick’s head, grabbing a headful of hair.

Nick was in heaven. He could feel the giant cock up his ass while Francis’ thick pubes pressed against his cheeks and his big balls smacked into Nick’s nut sack. The pre-cum of Francis’ dick leaked inside of his ass, and allowed the cock to moved faster and harder. Nick arched his ass further, wanting to give his swollen balls breathing room, but Francis pushed Nick hard against the wall, fucking the little boy like a wild animal, desperate to mate with its bitch.

“I love your little pussy so much,” Francis said, leaning close and breathing into Nick’s ear. He pulled on Nick’s jockstrap so hard-too hard-that it snapped broken. “Shit, I broke it.”

Nick didn’t care. “Harder, daddy,” he heard himself saying, not sure if it was possible for Francis to get anymore rough.

“Harder? Alright, faggot. You like daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Yeaahhh…” Nick groaned, feeling the thick meat rip in and out of his ass while Francis gripped hard with his big fingers. “I love your big fucking cock, daddy.” Then, the fucking got harder.

Nick moaned so loud that he was sure the entire locker room had heard-but it didn’t matter; most of the corners were occupied by guys trying to jack themselves off anyway.

Francis’ grip hardened on Nick’s ass, shoving himself so far up so hard that Nick felt himself tremble. “Oh… fuck… I’m gonna cum!”

“Shit, yeah I can feel it,” Francis muttered, as Nick’s ass clenched hard around his hot cock.

And then, a low squeal escaped Nick’s mouth and his own dick shook against the wall, throbbing uncontrollably as huge wads of cum slapped onto the concrete and splurged out like steaming lava.

“Huuuuhhhh, yeah, keeping fucking me…” Nick muttered, feeling Francis’ hot, quick breaths against his neck. The hung jock was breathing so fast, humping him like a teenage boy and fucking him like a horny mutt.

“Oooohh fuckkk, I’m cumming!” Francis said, not sure where Nick wanted it to go.

“Cum inside of me!” Nick yelled back, feeling Francis’ balls contract.

It happened anyway. “UUUGGGGHHHHHHH!” Francis pushed himself up on Nick, squishing his whole body onto the wall. Huge, powerful pumps of hot cum filled Nick’s ass, bubbling and oozing. But nothing dripped out of his hole, for Francis’ dick was too big on Nick’s ass to let anything down. Francis kept thrusting, his thick hairy legs pressed against Nick and his hard nipples digging into his back. He kept Nick’s ass on his groin, and he kept clinging on, fucking slowly and deeply.

When he finally let go, Francis pulled his dick out with a pop. Nick grabbed some cum as it dripped out, and, smelling it, he licked it eagerly, tasting the jock’s warm spunk and swallowing what they had made together.

Francis grinned at him. “Taste good?”

Nick nodded, smirking a bit. “Really good.”

Francis laughed a bit, and then him kissed again, the cum on Nick’s lips mixing with his spit and their hot breaths slobbering against each other. Their dicks both softened, still swinging and brushing against each other.

“That was an amazing fuck.”

Nick smiled. “So I was good?”

Francis looked down at his dick-it still hadn’t gone all the way soft. “Fuck man, no joke-you seriously take it like a soldier. Half the girls I’ve fucked don’t let me do it like that…” Francis’ face turned pink. So did Nick’s.

“So… is this a regular thing? Do you want me to come around again?” Nick suddenly asked, with Francis’ big, thick arms still wrapped around his ass.

Francis finally let go of his waist. He had a horny smile on his face. “Well… I dunno. This was kinda a thing I was hoping to do until I can get some pussy again. If you want… I can text you if I’m horny-or if you’re horny, y-you can text me.”

Nick’s dick twitched at this-Francis was offering him free fuck sessions. Granted, it was a limited time offer, but there was no way Nick was gonna say no.

“Well? What do you say?” Francis asked nervously, adjusting his dick and letting the both of them out of the stall.

Nick smiled the tiniest bit, playing with his broken jockstrap. “What’s your number?”


Nick goes to visit Francis but he spots someone even hotter – Chapter 3 – The Older Brother


Over the next week, Nick gave Francis a blowjob twice and he’d gotten fucked by him another four. The only day they hadn’t done something together was when Francis had to go with his parents to drive to the airport in Dallas. Francis’ older brother—Matthew—was coming over during Spring Break to visit his folks and he’d flown in from Los Angeles. Nick was horny that night and was forced to jerk off alone.

The following Monday was the first day of Spring Break—Nick had two weeks off but Matthew was only visiting for a week. Nick was sure it’d be the longest week of his life, since Francis had told him to stay away while his brother was home. He also said that he’d be spending a lot of time with his brother and would text Nick at the soonest possible moment when he was free to fuck, and he’d give him their meeting place.

The Monday of break, however, Nick had a burning sensation to suck dick. He knew Francis had a whole day planned to go looking for a new tractor to buy with Matthew and his folks (this was fun for them, apparently), and he was sure there was no way he’d get any action that night.

However, Nick knew that they wouldn’t be home all day, and he also knew where the McCarthy’s kept the spare key to their house. Nick had the urge to sneak into Francis’ room and perhaps steal one of his dirty old jock straps—maybe even get one of Matthew’s pair of boxers. His fuck sessions with Francis had sure made him confident. And so as Nick woke up that morning, he got dressed, ate some breakfast, and drove down to the McCarthy farm, where he’d watch and wait until the boys had left.

Nick wasn’t sure if the coast was clear. He hadn’t seen anyone come out of the house so he wondered whether Francis had left with his parents or not. Nick got out his phone to text Francis:

‘Did you leave yet? I’m kinda horny. I can sneak up into the window if you want.’

Twenty minutes went by, and there was no response. Nick was sure Francis hadn’t read it—otherwise it would have said underneath at what time he’d seen the text. Instead, Nick got another idea. He opened the “Find Friends” app. Francis had added him on there so that they could meet up without delay. After a few seconds, and Nick having to try and connect to Francis’ wifi, he realized that his cellphone was still at home—yet his parent’s truck was not parked outside. The idiot must have forgotten his phone in his room or something.

Nick didn’t want to leave the house without getting what he came for—if no one was home, he could sneak in to steal one of Francis’ jockstraps to jerk himself off. Francis had shown him before that the spare key was under a pile of firewood outside. Nick hid his things in the bushes and started to head down the hill when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks—there was a boy in the river behind the McCarthy house.

The man was across the property, in the cool, bubbling river. He was shirtless, and there was a towel spread out across the gravel nearby. Nick’s heart lurched with longing. He knew that face. Before Nick was Matthew McCarthy. From what Nick could remember of him, he was 6’4″, with a seven inch dick when he was soft. He was around 22 years old—a senior in college. He looked a lot different from Francis—he had golden-blond hair, a hairless body except for a hairy groin, and armpits. He had huge, muscular pecs that Nick had only ever seen on gay porn stars. They were round and perky, sticking out from his body with erect, pink nipples. He had an eight-pack of bulky abs, way better than Francis’, and huge hairless thighs that glistened white like snow.

His face was soft and alluring: high cheekbones, a button nose with a square jaw but rounded chin. He was cute and hot at the same time—and he looked like one of those hot surfer dudes you’d find in California. His beach body was perfect in every way.

He had short spiky hair that didn’t touch the front of his forehead. From what Nick could see through the bushes, Matt was just swimming out in the river, stretching his huge, muscular arms and wading through the water without a care. He got his hair wet, and then continued to swim around.

Nick couldn’t believe it. He’d almost walked right into the house a few minutes ago, and now, he got to watch a hot beach hunk swim in the river. And the man was completely oblivious to the spy watching him.

Nick moved around, hoping to get a better view of the jock. The sight before him was mesmerizing. He watched the jock wade in the cold water, his nipples still fully hard. As he splashed toward shore, Nick realized another thing—Matt was completely naked.

The hunk was wearing nothing in the river the whole time, and was emerging from the water now without a second thought. Nick had expected the seven-inch cock to look smaller after being in such cold water, but it looked rather normal—in fact, it stuck out a bit as if Matt was hard. Was Nick dreaming?

The jock was only half out of water. The bubbling brook came right up to below his knees, and Matt was rubbing himself up. He was turning white in random spots, and Nick later realized he was lathering himself with some shampoo. A bath in the river? Nick wasn’t sure what the hell was going on.

The jock was rubbing his chest, lathering his big, chunky pecs and spreading his fingers slowly over his hard nipples. Then, he moved down to his abs, feeling them as if he hadn’t known they existed. They were covered in a film of bubbly white, still silky smooth, like the skin of a newborn baby. Then, his big, manly hands reached down into his long, golden pubes. There was a slight trail coming down from his navel and into the thicket of hair below. It seemed as if Matt’s huge, hairless body was made up for in his crotch area. His long, thick cock stuck out of the dense hair, sitting contently over his shrivelled scrotum.

As the sun beamed down on the beach bod, Nick felt his own dick harden in his shorts. He was rubbing his own head by now, putting away any thoughts of going into the house. He needed to finish himself off first. The blond stud kept rubbing himself down there, moving his burly hands over his cock, which no longer seemed so bothered by the water anymore. The sun was warming him up, and his balls were starting to drop again.

By the time Matt had finally finished cleaning his uncut cock, it had grown to what seemed like nine and half inches. It was a monster on its own. The stud had turned around, exposing his huge, broad, muscular shoulders to Nick, and his fat, rounded ass. It was thick and round, bubbly like it was fake. But even Nick could tell, meat like that was natural—the McCarthy boys had a thing for big butts.

Matt rubbed his back, and then slid his hand over his round, pearly cheeks. He slid one through his crack, then pulled the cheeks apart to expose his hole. Nick looked at this hard. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Nick thought.

When Matt as finished with himself, and his hard cock, he slipped out of the water and pulled the towel lazily over his shoulders, wiping himself down. Still naked, he grabbed a few things from shore and walked back into his house, leaving the door wide open. His ass bounced as he walked, his dick and balls swinging from side to to side. Nick waited about ten minutes to see if he was gone for good. Then, when he was sure Matt wouldn’t come back out, he decided to take care of things.

Nick sat back up and pulled his dick out of his shorts, rubbing his throbbing shaft and slicking the pre-cum all over himself. Just thinking of Matt had gotten him fully hard again. He was too horny to wait any longer—Nick needed to jerk off now. He took out his phone and texted Francis back.

‘Never mind, I’ll just jack off.’ Nick wanted to rub it in that Francis had missed out on a good opportunity to get some ass that night.

Nick laid back and began to jack himself. For about a minute or two, he varied his strokes, rubbing his dick and massaging his head. Then, he almost jumped as his phone buzzed back. It was from Francis.

‘If you’re still horny, meet me at the house.’

It took a minute for it to register with Nick—Francis must have been home after all. Then, putting his hard dick back into his pants, he slowly crawled out of the bushes and made his way down. What would he say to Francis about getting there so fast? Nick figured that he’d lie and say that he was already on his way.

Nick tried to slow his pace as he made it down the hill, hoping he wouldn’t have to interact with Matt. The guy was way too hot for Nick’s brain to put together proper words, let alone hold a conversation. Nick went up the steps of the porch and walked through the open door.

“Francis?” Nick’s voice came. The house seemed empty. He walked into the living room to see Matt sitting on the sofa, completely wet and covered only in a small, white towel. His bare chest dripped with water and his big nipples were still hard. He sat so wide-legged that if Nick squinted, he could see a pair of balls nestled in between his thick, hairless thighs. He had a pink baseball cap on his head now, backwards. It made him look so fucking cute.

“Sup?” Matt said to him. He was holding Francis’ phone.

“O-oh. Hi. I’m Nick. Is… Francis around?”

Matt set Francis’ phone down on the table. “No. Just me. C’mon in, sit down.”

Nick didn’t move. He had no idea what to make of the situation—Francis wasn’t here?

“C’mon,” Matt smiled, his charming face making Nick’s knees weak. He was even hotter up close, and definitely hotter than Francis. He scratched his balls as he sat, as if being naked around people was a normal thing for him. “C’mon man, I’m not gonna hurt you! I just… wanna get to know the dude who’s fucking my brother.”

Nick’s heart stopped. “What? I-I’m not f—I’m not fucking him! A-and why do you have Francis’ phone?”

Matt smiled again. “Francis forgot it, obviously. I just… used it to get you to come here.”

“He’s really not here?”

“Nope. Just us.”

Nick wasn’t sure if this made things any better.

“Come and sit. Nick, isn’t it?”

Nick was still in the doorway. “Yeah.” He realized that by now, Matt must have read the text about him being horny and wanting to meet Francis. His heart continued to pound in his chest.

Matt moved his legs, pulling them farther apart and sinking deeper into the sofa. His fat nuts rested nicely below him. It was like he wanted Nick to his his junk. Something like this had happened to Nick two weeks ago.

“I’m Matt. Francis’ older brother.”

Nick began to step closer. “Yeah, I realized that.”

Matt nodded his head, showing him to a spot in front of him. Nick sat down right in front, with the perfect view of the stud’s soft, round balls and his thick, muscular thighs.

“You come here often, Nick?”

Nick tried not to stare at his balls—or any other part of his body for that matter. He was staring down at his own feet. “Um y-yeah. Francis t-trains me at the gym. We work out together.”

Matt nodded in a way that told Nick he knew he was lying. Then, he broke his silence. “It’s okay to stare, Nick.”

He looked up at his face, he had rosy cheeks, and cute, button nose. His bright blue eyes pierced him, looking at him in such an innocent way. But Nick knew better.

“So… how’s my little bro in the sack?”

‘A wild fucking animal,’ Nick thought, though there was no way he would actually say that. “We just workout together.”

“Really? Because in all these texts,” Matt held up the phone again, “you two seem to be doing a whole lot more.” He looked up Nick, a huge cocky smile on his face. Was that a bulge in his towel that Nick saw? “Ass pics, dirty talk… the whole bit.”

“P-please don’t tell anyone!” Nick yelled, distraught that within a month, two people had discovered his secret. He wished Francis had been smart enough to put a password on his phone like normal people did.

“Chill, chill! I’m not gonna say anything,” Matt leaned in, his ripped abs scrunching up and his face full of concern. He had huge, protective shoulders compared to his small waist. But Matt was so calm, so soothing. It was like he was trying to help Nick.

Nick tried not to cry. He didn’t want to look like like a pussy in front of someone so hot. “W-why?”

“Because at college, I have gay friends who’ve told me about being outed. They told me how it fucked them up in the head. How their families abandoned them. I’m not gonna let that happen to you.”

“R-really?”

Matt smiled softly. “Yeah, bro. Also because… well… I’m bisexual.”

Nick stopped shaking. He looked back into Matt’s bright blue eyes. “You are?”

“Yeah. Just… don’t tell Francis. No one but my friends know.”

Nick couldn’t believe that Matt was being this nice, and that he had told him a secret this big. But while Matthew was insanely hot, he was staring at Nick like he was a piece of ass that he wanted to fuck. Nick didn’t know whether this was something he wanted or not, despite the rising tent in his pants.

Then, Matt leaned back into his seat. Nick could see his balls again, but there was something else that Nick spotted—the head of his dick, still covered in foreskin, was just visible.

“So Nick… you wanna fuck?”

“What?!”

Matt smiled. “My brother was bragging about you, dude. Saying you gave the best head he’s ever received. And if he wasn’t so shy about having sex with a guy, I bet he would have said that you gave him the best fuck too.”

“H-he really told you about me?”

“More or less. He didn’t say you were a guy, but I figured that out already,” he said, smirking as he held up Francis’ phone again.

Nick wasn’t sure what to say now. Surely, Francis was only fucking Nick to get off, but if Nick was fucking someone else, would it make Francis mad? And since this was Francis’ brother, something about it seemed weird.

“You… really wanna have sex with me?”

Matt looked at him innocently, his ice-blue eyes full of curiosity. He nodded, adjusting the growing cock in his towel. He was horny like a teenage boy, and it was turning Nick on.

Nick shifted uncomfortably. “W-what if your parents get home? Or if Francis finds out?”

“They won’t be home for ages. They’re going to, like, four different stores in town. And you’re not dating Francis, are you?” Matt really tugged on his lengthening dick now.

Nick shook his head. “No. Just… sex.”

“So, you’d be okay with fucking?”

Nick found himself smiling. He was horny and he was being offered sex with one of the hottest men he’d ever seen. Why should Nick pass up on it? “Yeah. I-I guess.”

Matt grinned. “You down for it now?”

Nick was getting harder just talking about it, and he had a serious case of blue balls. A good fucking seemed like the perfect solution. “Yes.”

The stud gave Nick the most charming, erotic smile. “Fucking nice. Where do you wanna do it?” he asked, still sitting with his legs unnecessarily wide apart.

From what Nick had seen, Matt’s boner was at least a good nine inches. If Nick was gonna mess around with something that big, he wanted to do it someplace comfy, where they could both have privacy and enough space to move around.

“U-upstairs?”

Matt nodded. “Great. My room.” Then, the stud got up to his feet, not shy about hiding the obvious, long imprint of his dick pushing against the short towel. He lead Nick upstairs, occasionally stealing glances back at Nick. “I think you’re pretty cute, y’know,” Matt mumbled to him, his ass bulging out of the damp fabric as he walked up the steps.

Nick blushed immediately. “Thanks.”

As Matt opened the door to his room, he gave Nick a shy smile, as if he himself was just as nervous about fucking. His arms and pecs were flexing and twitching uncontrollably. “You’re a bottom, right?”

Nick thought that was obvious by now. “Yeah.”

“Cool. I’m usually a top.”

Nick smiled at him, suddenly very curious. “Usually?”

Matt hid a laugh. “I, uh… experiment, sometimes.” His face turned a bit pink. “Male g-spot is up the ass, right?”

Nick nodded, laughing a bit himself. “Right.”

Nick watched Matt clear his suitcase and underwear off the bed. There were a few boxer briefs, a jockstrap, and a box of extra large condoms. The bed was made neatly, covered with a warm blanket and fresh sheets. It was next to Francis’ room, and was a nice change from the messiness that Nick was used to.

“W-why are there two beds in Francis’ room?” Nick asked.

Matt continued to put away his things. “My youngest brother shares with Francis.”

“Oh. His name is Marc right? How old is he?”

“Yeah, Marc. I’m twenty-two, and I go to UCLA. There’s Francis, who sticks around here. He’s twenty. And the youngest is Marc. He’s sixteen, but he’s on scholarship at a boarding school in Georgia.”

“Oh… I didn’t know about the boarding school.”

“Yeah… he left when he was twelve. He stays with us during the holidays. Except Spring Break. They’ve only got a week off so he doesn’t bother packing all his things. Probably spends the whole time jacking off…”

“Huh?”

“Oh. Uh, Marc’s gay. And, well, he goes to an all boys’ school…”

Nick couldn’t imagine controlling himself if he were surrounded by so many hot dicks.

“Shit. Uh, don’t tell anyone I told you that. My parents don’t know.”

Nick nodded. He couldn’t imagine what a sixteen-year-old version of Matt or Francis would look like. “Does Francis know about it?”

Matt gave a laugh as if there was something he wasn’t saying. “Oh yeah, he knows.” Then, he looked back towards Nick. “Um… do you want me to use a condom?” he asked.

Nick wasn’t sure. He barely ever used protection with Francis, even though he knew it was much safer. Francis was always too eager about fucking to care. “It…uh, doesn’t matter.”

Matt nodded. “I’ll use it. Don’t want to make things harder than they have to be…”

Nick just then remembered that having a condom on would let Matt slip inside him much easier. And assuming that Matt had an active sex life, which seemed like an understatement, using a condom was the right thing.

Then, without warning, Matt got close to him. He looked down on him, right into Nick’s eyes. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

Nick was sure alright. Having the naked stud three inches away from him was already getting Nick hard. In fact, he could feel Matt’s package pulsing through his towel and onto Nick’s waist. Matthew was much taller than he was. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

Then, with some hesitation, Matt put his arms around Nick’s sides. He pulled him in for a kiss—one that wasn’t about just Matt getting off, but for both of their enjoyment. It was much different than what he was used to with Francis. Matt wanted Nick to enjoy himself too—it was mutual.

Matt moved himself in, brushing his soft, plump lips over Nick’s, their noses touching briefly. Nick felt his powerful mouth lock over his, and then they began to suck on each other. It was a hot couple of seconds, with Matt’s big arms around him, his hands feeling up the back of his shirt and reaching down over his ass. They were touching all over now, their faces breathing hot breath on each other, and both their chests grinding.

Nick put his hands on Matt’s waist too, gently touching his muscular obliques and then finally grasping his skin. It was so soft, and hairless, that it felt like Nick was engulfed by hot, rigid rubber. It felt so good to have two beefy arms around him in embrace, instead of trying to grab his ass just to fuck.

The both of them barely took breaks to breathe. Their mouths were so warm, their bodies pressed against each other, and neither one wanted to break it off. Nick could feel Matt’s hard-on pushing through the towel and it was trying to get at Nick’s own groin. It pulsed and jumped with each touch Nick made. Matt must have had a bad case of blue balls by now.

Both their crotches were pushed together as Matt pulled Nick in. He put a hand on Nick’s cheek, rubbing it down his neck and then grabbed the collar of his shirt. For a second, Nick wasn’t sure what Matt was doing to him.

“Take it off,” Matt said, both of them still standing next to the bed. It felt weird to Nick to have one of the McCarthy’s to tell him to take off his shirt—whenever Francis had fucked him, the only bit of Nick’s that was usually exposed was from his waist down. But Nick suddenly remembered, Matt wanted him, not just his hole or mouth. Matt wanted all of him. He liked men.

Nick pulled it over his head and threw it aside carelessly, a bit unsure of himself. Matt’s arms came right back, feeling up his stomach and chest. Their lips locked again, and this time, Matt pushed his tongue against Nick’s.

He let out a little squeal as Matt squeezed Nick’s nipples. This made Matt laugh through their kissing, spreading warmth through the both of them.

Then, Nick decided to get a bit more physical. He left Matt’s lips behind and focused on his large pecs. They were round and muscular, and the jock’s nipples were pink and hard. Nick’s hands brushed over Matt’s rigid eight pack and he played with his soft pubes, while his own lips circled Matt’s pec. He kissed him gently on his soft skin and licked the sweat and water off of him, tasting him.

Nick didn’t even care to take off his shorts, he just wanted to taste the horny hunk. He got on top of Matt, something Francis hadn’t even let him do. Francis had always pushed Nick down to his knees for a blowjob, whereas Matt was inviting him in next to him, allowing the teenager to arouse him.

By now, Matt was sitting down on the bed with his back against the headboard. He watched Nick lick his body. Seeing the teenager go down on his muscles was hot, and his warm lips felt great on him. He groaned and closed his eyes with each kiss the boy have him. Nick’s mouth then reached down to the stud’s nipples, sucking on them and flicking them with his tongue.

Matt moaned, rubbing Nick’s back as the teenager continued to suck on his pec. “Fuck… that feels good.”

Nick giggled, licking the stud’s tit and pushing his hands further down his body, so that he reached the growing bulge in his towel. He could feel the stiff meat, desperate to get out, and the round, bouncy balls tucked underneath his hardening cock. It felt nice to have Matt’s manhood in his palms, especially when the jock was just lying there, legs wide apart, letting the teenager service him. He was a confident, powerful man with a slightly cocky attitude, wanting to get his nut.

“Keep at it, bro,” he said, letting Nick continue slobbering across his muscular body. Nick did as Matthew wanted, now aiming for the hunk’s hairy, sweaty armpits. He stuck his mouth onto the hairy pit, his nose engulfed in hair and the overwhelming stench of dirty man-stink. It was a primitive and masculine scent that made Nick’s cock harden and throb. His asshole clenched, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than for the brawny, ripped jock to penetrate his hole and plant his seed deep inside him.

“Shittt…” Matt moaned, a bit surprised to have Nick’s face all up in his armpit. The teenager licked his hair, tasting his salty sweat and feeling the dirty scent wash over his body. He dug his lips deeper inside, feeling the hunk’s huge biceps press against his face and his veins beginning to pop and twitch. Matt rolled his head backwards, putting his hands on Nick’s ass and moving them up his arched back. “Yeah, that’s hot,” he moaned, his whispers barely audible.

Nick slid his hand over Matt’s soft, muscular thigh, feeling his sensitive skin. There were some small, blond hairs on his inner leg that felt amazing against Nick’s hands, and the warmth of his thigh turned Nick on.

After Nick was done making out with Matt’s armpit, he went back down to his chest, kissed him over his nipple, and went towards his hard, ripped abs. Despite being rock-solid, Nick’s lips squished them easily, pressing his soft skin in between his mouth and licking up any water and sweat that remained. The man was watching Nick through squinted eyes and with an open mouth, panting at the mercy of Nick’s touch. He had a horny look on his face, and despite being under the control of the teenager’s mouth, Matthew was still the man in charge, and his powerful form made Nick spew out pre-cum.

“Suck my dick,” Matt whispered to him, his voice deep and masculine. He was strong enough to overpower Nick in a heartbeat, yet he was just lying on the bed, letting Nick do whatever he wanted.

“Really?” Nick asked him, wondering if the jock was ready.

He nodded, a bit nervous. “Go for it.”

Nick smiled, desperate to see firsthand the cock that Matt had been rubbing back in the river. His dick was now fully hard and waiting to rip open the towel.

Nick still didn’t take his shorts off—he was focusing on Matt right now. He was desperate just to have the jock’s dick in his mouth. He got further on top of Matthew, climbing his rugged, muscular body while sweat and water dripped off of him.

Nick stared at Matt’s big, hairy armpits, and then at his pulsing bulge with anticipation. He first sat on the jock’s thighs, looking up to see if his advance was okay. Matt’s big blue eyes just stared back. “Do it, Nick. Suck my cock.”

The reassurance was all Nick needed—that this wasn’t some kind of joke or trick. Matt really wanted Nick to go down on him.

Nick smiled. He felt the urge to suck on what he’d been waiting for. He moved down a bit further on Matt’s legs and looked at the bulge again. Slowly grabbing the towel, he undid it like it was a delicate job, but he already knew that the man’s member was a monster. A nine-and-a-half-inch cock sprung out of his crotch, spewing out a trail of pre-cum.

“Holy shit…” Nick whispered, seeing as it was so much bigger up close. The big, pink dick was six inches thick and had a fat vein running down its underside. The foreskin still pulled over the throbbing pink head. “You’re huge…” he said, meaning to add that there was no way a monster like this would fit inside Nick’s tight hole.

As if reading his mind, Matt said, “I’ll go slow on you, later.”

Nick nodded, putting his hands down Matt’s cock, exposing his piss-slit. Then, Nick put his mouth over the whole thing, trying to take in as much as he could. It only barely seemed like he’d gotten halfway.

“Shit, dude!” Matt groaned, almost jumping as the back of Nick’s throat hit his cock-head, and his tongue worked its way around his shaft. “Fuck, that feels so good, man…”

It tasted so good to Nick; its saltiness was arousing, and the softness of his skin was even better. Matt’s big blond pubes came at Nick’s face as he tried to go all the way down. He eventually gave up, and worked on Matt’s head instead. Rubbing his cock and licking his bulb, Nick sucked on the dick like it was candy, moving his head up and down in fast, fluid motions. He wanted this so badly, and now he the stud’s manhood in his mouth, making him completely weak. Matt was moaning and breathing fast, putting a hand on Nick’s head. “Fucking Christ… yeah that’s really nice…”

He’d expected Matt to grab his hair hard, but instead, he stroked both his hands through it, gently rubbing him. He didn’t think that Matt would treat him this nice.

“You’re so fucking good…” he whispered, seemingly unable to talk properly with such a hot mouth on his junk.

“Your dick’s amazing…” Nick said, tasting the thick strands of pre-cum on his tongue and going back down to slobber all over his throbbing member. It shook hard, and his veins bulged as Nick pulled his foreskin down, pursing his lips over his big head and flicking the man’s piss-slit with his tongue. Matt’s hips trembled and he let out a loud groan, throwing his head back and closing his eyes while his pecs jumped.

“Fuck! Stop, stop, stop—” Matt suddenly said, pulling himself away and gently letting Nick off. “I almost came.”

Nick smiled at him, wiping spit and pre-cum from his mouth. “Was I good?”

Matt looked up at him, as if he was embarrassed at almost having came so soon. “Yeah,” huffed, “too good.”

“You’re so hot,” Nick said, blown away by just how cute Matt was.

“Thanks…” Matt said, smiling faintly. “So are you.” Then, he bit his lip and looked at Nick. “Hand me that condom.”

Nick did as told, handing it to him with an awkward smile. He watched him roll it on, amazed that they even made condoms that big. His cock wiggled away from him a few times before he could get it on, but Nick helped hold it in place and made Matt’s face flush with more embarrassment.

“There,” Nick said to him. Then, he pulled his shorts down enough so that only his ass was revealed. He bent over onto his hands and knees, exposing his puckering asshole to Matt, who was still just lying against the bed.

“W-what are you doing?” Matt asked him.

“Isn’t… this what you want?”

Matt pulled Nick’s shorts up and pulled him back close. “Is that how Francis fucks you? Like a dog?”

Nick thought about it for a moment, not sure what was wrong. He was sitting back on Matt now, his groin just above the big throbbing dick. “Uh… yeah…”

“Well I’m not gonna fuck you like that… I wanna have sex the right way.”

Nick’s eyes widened. “H-huh?”

“Slow and hot. Not just fast to get myself off in like two seconds. What’s your favourite position?”

Nick wasn’t sure how to answer. “I’ve only done doggy and missionary.”

“Are you serious?” Matt asked, concern in his voice. His hand was on Nick’s waist now.

“Uh, yeah. I’d like to try missionary again, I guess.”

“Well then,” Matt said, “Missionary it is. And then I’ll show you my favourite.” He slowly got Nick onto his back, both of their faces looking up at each other. He threw the towel off the bed and nestled himself on top of Nick, kissing and rubbing him. It felt like angels were straddling his body, waving cool silk over his skin or showering him in waves of warmth. A few minutes of slow, slobbering kissing resulted in Matt putting his hands down his shorts.

“Whoa!” Nick said, not having anyone touch his dick like that. Matt’s hand was over his boner and he put two fingers inside his foreskin, feeling his head and stroking his shaft.

“You like that?” Matt said in-between kisses, grinning as Nick shook in his grasp.

Nick nodded, unable to breath. It felt like hot water was spreading through his body, starting at his dick. The feeling overtook him, and his body felt numb for a few seconds. Then, Matt pulled his shorts and briefs down, kissing the inside of his thigh. He moved his mouth over his groin, licking Nick’s nuts and then kissing the head of his penis.

“Uuuhhnn!” Nick exclaimed, never having known this kind of pleasure was possible. It was unbearably hot—like wet velvet was caressing his raging boner, stroking his head and wanting him to explode. He felt like he would cum right there. “Wait, stop!”

“Fuck, did I hurt you?”

Nick felt more warmth spread through him as Matt’s concerned, rosy face came up from his crotch. He was still wearing his baseball cap, and his mouth was in a frown of worry.

“No… I just would have cummed.”

“Oh,” Matt said, relieved but disappointed at the same time. He’d wanted to blow Nick back. “Here,” Matt mumbled, beginning to push Nick’s legs up over his body, “let me get at your ass.”

“Huh?”

Matt smiled. “I’m gonna rim you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, bro. Lift your legs.”

Nick did as Matt said, lifting his knees up to his chest as he lay on his back. Suddenly, Matt’s face came in close to Nick’s ass, and his big hands slapped his cheeks.

“Uhn!” Nick moaned, feeling the stud’s big, rough hands smack against his perky butt.

Matt grinned and spanked him again, before burying his face into Nick’s crack. Immediately, Nick reeled, surprised by the strange sensation. Then, he felt something warm, soft and slimy prickle at his puckering, pink hole. Nick moaned loudly in pleasure, grasping at the sheets as Matt spread his ass apart. The stud was licking Nick’s asshole, slathering his smooth crack with spit and taking in the tastes of his little boy pussy.

“Ohh shit!” Nick whined, feeling the fat, rough tongue invade his hole, digging deeper into his anus and tickling his opening. “Oh god!”

“Yeahh… you like that?” Matt hummed, his deep voice making Nick’s anal cavity vibrate. It was the sweetest, most intense pleasure he’d ever felt, alongside Matt’s mouth being on Nick’s cock.

“Yeahhh!” Nick exclaimed. He writhed on the bed as the hunk’s tongue lapped at the juices of his ass, tasting his most intimate and sensitive parts. Nick’s asshole and taint were the most delicate regions of his body, and here Matt was, using his tongue to massage his hole and lick his dirtiest, deepest flesh.

The warm tongue and spit penetrated his asshole and as Matt licked and kissed it, Nick felt his balls twitch in pleasure, and his dick gave a violent jerk. It was a feeling he’d never expected in his life. “That’s so good…” he mumbled, more pre-cum dripping loosely from his head like a leaky faucet.

“Mmmm…” Matt groaned. “You taste good. You’re all wet.”

“I’m wet for you, Matt,” Nick murmured, feeling his asshole throb as he imagined the beach stud going inside him with his large, rigid member. His tongue had lathered and loosened him up, and now Nick was ready for it. “Fuck me, Matt. I want you inside me,” Nick asked, desperate to feel Matt’s huge member up his ass—if it would even fit. “Put your big dick inside my hole.”

“Yeah, dude, of course,” Matt replied, his face coming up from his hole. He let Nick’s legs down for a while to give him some rest before Matt pounded him hard. Matt rubbed his cock a few times, awakening it again and pointed at Nick’s quivering cheeks. Then, he pushed Nick’s legs up again to get a better view of his hole. He squeezed his cheeks, spreading them apart.

“You’ve got a tight ass,” Matt said, grabbing one of Nick’s legs and pushing it up into the air. He was going to put his cock inside.

Matt grabbed lube from the night table, spreading it over his bouncing tool and then onto Nick’s asshole. Then, as Matt said, “I’m going inside you,” Nick felt it coming.

Just the tip had gone inside, and Nick moaned loudly. He grit his teeth and clenched his fist; he hadn’t gotten a cock put inside him quite at this angle before—nor one of this size. He was bracing himself for it all to come at once, like Francis did with his.

“Relax, relax,” Matt calmed him down, rubbing Nick’s thigh. He was still lining himself up to Nick’s ass. “I’ll go slow.”

“Y-you… promise?” he asked, wanting more than anything for Matt to be careful with him.

Matt smiled. He kissed Nick’s leg, which was sticking up in the air, and rubbed him down again. “I promise. I don’t wanna hurt you, little bro.”

By now, Nick was leaking pools of pre-cum on his stomach. Matt shifted himself and looked back at him for approval. “Do it,” he answered.

Matt did it slowly. He gently pushed in another inch or so, waiting for Nick to tell him to go further. Nick grimaced once more, and then found himself realizing how stiff his body was against the bed. He did as Matt said, to relax, and felt the pain ebb away. Matt felt the difference too.

“More.”

Matt obliged. He put more of himself in. Feeling Nick’s warm, tight asshole around his cock felt like bliss, and it was hot to know that Nick was enjoying it as much as he was. There were gasps of ecstasy escaping his lips, and he told Matt to go in all the way. It finally happened, as Matt ignored his own feelings and made sure Nick was alright.

“You okay?”

“Yeah…” Nick breathed, his chest rising and falling. He couldn’t believe how much dick was up his ass. “You all the way in?” He already knew there couldn’t be anymore left.

“Uh, no.”

“What?”

“It’s big, I’ll hurt you. We’ll just get into it first, alright?”

Nick sighed in relief. “O-okay.”

“I promised you.”

Nick smiled, feeling his own chest. “Yeah. Go ahead. Just fuck me.”

Matt pulled half of his cock out of Nick and then pushed back in. Nick moaned, feeling the thick, hotrod of meat expand his anus and slide forward, sending out warmth. Matt’s head hit his prostate as he did so, making his body shake.

“Does that feel good?”

“Oh yeah… it’s amazing,” Nick barely muttered, his asshole twitching in pleasure.

Matt grinned at him, laughing at his inexperience. “Good. This is how a real man does it.”

“Yeah…” Nick smiled dreamily, looking up at the roof in a haze.

Matt thrust forward again. The first few were still slow, as he held Nick’s legs against his bulging chest, and then they got harder, and quicker. Nick felt his asshole expand, and Matt got deeper and deeper inside of him, his shaft and pulsing vein hitting his prostate square on.

Eventually, Matt’s pubes brushed Nick’s ass, and his groin began to smack into him. He could feel his loose balls swing into him too and the bed creaked under the fast movement.

Nick moaned again, saying Matt’s name. Matt grabbed onto his shoulders and started to rhythmically pump in and out of Nick. Each downward thrust was met with a low moan from Nick, a sound of deep pleasure and pain. It was a new feeling Nick had never known before. The deeper Matt got, the more the bed springs squeaked and the louder Nick moaned. Matt himself was grunting like an animal now, getting off on the sounds of sex and the feeling of hot flesh around his boner.

“Oooohh! Yeah, just fuck the shit out of me,” Nick said, rubbing his own dick and feeling Matt’s huge body lumber over his. In a moment, Matt’s chest was digging into his body, his rippling abs on his stomach, and his big, muscular arms underneath Nick’s pits. He clung onto him, fucking him wildly now, moving his ass up and down while his big, beefy thighs held his ass in place. He was thrusting like a caveman, raw and full of testosterone. It was so wild, so savage and primitive, yet Matt was trying to be gentle, keeping Nick safe under his big arms and holding him tight.

“Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me, Matt!”

“You’re so tight Nick, it feels so fucckking good.”

“Uhhhhnnn… yeah, just like that. Fuck my asshole!”

Matt kept pumping, holding Nick beneath him and feeling the teenager’s dick twitch uncontrollably under his waist. Then, Matt pulled Nick up onto him, placing him on his legs, locking his mouth in a kiss and moving the boy’s waist around on his penis to continue fucking.

Matt was sitting up, Nick in-between his grasp. He was on Matt’s powerful thighs, Nick’s legs wrapped around his backside and his ass planted deeply onto Matt’s member. Now, Matt was slowly grinding his penis up in Nick’s hole, bouncing up and down erratically.

“This is my favourite position,” Matt teased him.

Nick rode Matt like a cowboy, grinding on his dick while Matt thrusted into him. Their faces brushed against each other and as Matt picked up the pace, Nick held onto the stud’s pecs for support. His nipples were erect, and each touch of Nick’s hand made the stud smile.

“Ohhh fuck,” Matt muttered, his face turning more pink as sweat rolled down his face.

“Am I good?” Nick said, barely able to form the words as the jock’s nine-inches of throbbing manhood filled up his anus and spurt pre-cum inside.

Matt grinned, holding onto Nick’s ass as he pumped his cock into Nick’s hole, piercing his little cunt and feeling both their bodies grind on each other. “Yeah, babe. It’s fucking tight.”

Nick’s hard cock bounced up and down on Matt’s abs, tickling Nick’s head and giving Matt the satisfaction that he was showing the teenager a good time. As Nick’s balls smacked into Mathew’s pubes, pain coursed through his body, though it was the kind of pain that Nick enjoyed. His nuts were soft on Matt’s abs and as the jock’s huge member drove itself inside of him, feeling his balls tingle made Nick feel even better.

Matt’s primitive fucking got harder, and he was trying hard to get the both of them off. He was latched on hard to Nick’s ass and waist, while Nick now clung to Matt’s back, almost in a hug. His head was placed against the stud’s pecs and shoulder, feeling the muscular man plough his ass like a machine and hold onto him for dear life. Being fucked up and down Matt’s body was intensely satisfying, especially when Nick’s cock was being massaged by the jock’s rigid abs.

“Uhnn! Uhhn! Fuck!” Matt exclaimed, moaning his pleasure into Nick’s ear, while his burly fingers dug into the teenager’s meaty cheeks. There were red handprints all over Nick’s butt, and as Matt spanked him, more brighter ones appeared.

“Yeah! Spank me!”

“Yeah, you like that, Nick?” he teased.

Nick nodded, his head still pressed on Mat’s warm pec. “Yes, it feels good.”

Matt did as he asked. His thrusting got more violent, and he slapped Nick’s ass even harder.

“UHN!” Nick cried, feeling the stud’s rough hands attack his fat ass. “Fuck!”

Matt spanked him again, now grunting as he pushed Nick further down on his cock and began to jam even more of himself into Nick’s puckering, pink hole. Sweat rolled off their bodies and they both slid against one another, feeling their short, rapid breaths and the quickening beats of their hearts.

Then, as Matt spread his legs wide apart to allow his balls freedom, he fell against the headboard of his bed and sat there, completely sprawled, like a man waiting for a slut to come into the room to service him. Yet, Matt managed to ram his cock into Nick’s ass even harder, causing his nut sack to whip into Nick’s cheeks and his big, muscular thighs to pound him even more.

“Oooohh, Matt, I’m gonna cum!” Nick yelled, feeling the jock’s hard legs underneath his butt.

“Yeahh, you gonna cum for me, baby?” Matt stared right into Nick’s eyes, who returned his gaze with a look of utmost satisfaction.

“Yeeaahhh!” he replied, his voice cracking in pleasure. “Ooohhh, I’m cumming!”

Nick’s asshole clenched tight on Matt’s huge dick, squeezing the life out of it and causing him to moan in pain. He’d never had anyone’ ass wring the cum out of his member, and he felt weak inside of Nick. “Oh shit, Nick, my cock!”

“Uuuhhhnnnn, fuck!” Nick felt Matt’s huge, toned, muscular arms wrap tighter around him, and Matt’s own dick twitched uncontrollably beneath him as Nick sat on it. Matt felt Nick’s balls tighten and he knew things were about to get wet. As Nick took in a huge breathe of air, he felt a fiery surge of sperm encompass his entire groin. His six inches shuddered with euphoria and cum exploded from his tip. It shot out at the both of them, covering their chests and abs, dripping down their sliding bodies as Matt continued to fuck the life out of Nick, going deeper and faster.

“Oh my god…” Nick mumbled, barely able to speak as a few last bursts of his spunk dripped down his dick and fizzled out.

Matt was fucking him hard and fast, his thrusts shorter but still managing to reach the throbbing depths of Nick’s plump little ass. His breaths were laboured and raspy, as if Nick had sapped all of the energy out of him. Inside of him, Nick felt Matt’s cock give a violent series of jerks, and his testicles began to quiver. “Jesus, I’m gonna cum, Nick!”

Nick felt Matt withdraw his dick, sliding him off his legs a bit and whipping the condom off. He was jacking himself off, ready to explode his content all over the both of them with his hand.

“No, don’t,” Nick said, pushing Matt’s hand away from his cock. In one quick motion, Nick wrapped his mouth around the jock’s dick, using his tongue to massage his scorching hot cock-head. His hand wrapped around the bottom of the shaft, and he began to force himself down on the swollen boner, waiting for it to erupt.

“FUCK!” Matt yelled, putting both his hands on Nick’s head and falling back onto the bed. Nick sucked him off for merely a second before Matt’s semen shot up inside his mouth. His cock jerked and his balls crumpled. Three powerful jets of his hot jock-spunk attacked the very back of Nick’s throat, burning his skin and filling him up. The thick fluid felt heavy and it tasted so good, sweet and salty at the same time.

Nick choked on his spunk, as two more shots escaped his slit and hit the roof of his mouth. Beneath him, Matt was wiggling and writhing in pleasure, unable to catch his breathe or even talk as the bliss of Nick’s mouth milked his cock of all sperm. He just felt Nick’s soft, curly hair between his fingers and his light, hair-dusted skin against his.

When Nick’s head came up from Matt’s crotch, a line of cum dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he smiled at Matt.

“Did you…” Matt could still barely speak. “… swallow it… all?”

Nick nodded, wiping the remaining cum off his face and licking it up.

Matt’s head fell against his pillow, at a complete loss of energy after having completed the most vigorous fucking of his life. His face was flushed with blood and his cap had fallen off, his hair a ruddy mess.

Nick went back down, licking the sweat off Matt’s pubes and cleaning his balls off. He kissed his softening dick, hearing Matt’s silent moans of pleasure escape his luscious pink lips. His member was still half hard, leaking little drops of cum. Once his wood seemed completely dry, Nick wiped himself down with his briefs and began to put on his clothes.

“Y-you’re leaving?” Matt said suddenly, pulling the sheets over his crotch. The rest of him was still covered in Nick’s cum, and he was secretly eager to try it.

“Uh, yeah. Francis doesn’t like me hanging around.” Nick pulled on his shorts, adjusting his flimsy cock. It was beginning to stir again at the sight of Matt’s face.

“Nah, bro. I’m not Francis. Get your ass over here and cuddle.”

Nick froze. Cuddling was something he’d been longing to do—his cum-covered pillows at home didn’t cut it. “R-really?”

“Fuck yeah. Come on,” Matt patted a spot beside him on the bed. “Take off your clothes. It’s better naked.”

Nick did as he was told. He pulled down his shorts, setting his cum-leaking briefs to one side. He wobbled over to the bed, his dick swinging from side to side, and got into the sheets next to Matt. The jock wiped some of the cum from his chest, licking Nick’s spunk and smiling at him. He put his crotch against Nick’s ass, and his arm over his little frame. “You taste good, by the way.”

Nick felt warmth radiate off Matt’s huge, beefy body and enter through him. His heart began beating wildly again. “S-so do you.”

He felt Matt’s cock harden again, brushing the crack of his ass. He pushed himself harder onto Nick, their bodies pressed tight. As Matt’s muscular arm wrapped around his waist, and the jock’s hot breath tickled his ear and neck, Nick felt himself get sleepy. In a few moments, he realized that Matt was gently snoring, his groin and whole body curled against his ass. It wasn’t even a minute after this that Nick also fell asleep, dreaming about Matt’s warm, steamy kisses on his skin. He never wanted this to end.


Nick spends some time alone but catches a friend in action – Chapter 4 – Out In the Open


Nick and Matthew didn’t wake up until the afternoon. By then, Matt had convinced Nick to stay a bit longer, and the beach hunk tempted him into it by making lunch for the two of them—dressed in literally nothing but an apron.

They ate some pasta together and then stayed in Matt’s room, playing Madden 15 in their underwear. For the first time, Nick wasn’t completely batshit nervous as he sat with one of the McCarthys. He was just enjoying the company and shouting over video games like any other dude. It was only when Matt started scratching his balls that things got weird. Nick got a boner off him in no time and had to fake an excuse to leave—he didn’t want to get risk being caught here by Francis or his parents.

“You sure your parents want you home so early?” Matt asked him.

“Um, yeah. They need me to cut the grass and stuff. We have guests coming over tonight,” Nick lied, quickly trying to think of which one of his family members would be visiting.

“Alright. Cool, man,” Matt replied, getting Nick his clothes from the floor. He realized some of them were still covered in cum. “Hey… do you wanna exchange numbers or something? In case you wanna hang out again?”

As Nick pulled on his baggy shorts, he couldn’t help but think of what Francis would say. Would he be pissed that Nick was fucking his brother? “Umm… sure. It’d be fun to hang out again.” Nick knew he was underselling their morning together.

“Cool, little bro. I’ll save your name under something different so no one finds out about us.” He gave him a wink.

That got Nick interested—even Matt didn’t want Francis knowing about their fuck session. Did Matt really want to keep this a secret? Or maybe it was just so his friends wouldn’t find out. “Okay, thanks. It’ll stay between us.”

Matt smacked him on his ass on the way out and shot him a cocky smile. “See you ’round, brah.”

Nick gave him an awkward nod. It was weird for him—he hadn’t been treated this nice before. “Yup. See you around.”

Tuesday night, Nick didn’t wait until Matt or Francis texted him. He knew well enough that the two brothers would want to spend some actual time together so Nick decided that he could get off on his own. He thought about going to the gym to watch guys, but he didn’t want to risk bumping into Francis or any other faces that might recognize him.

But something Nick hadn’t done in a while was go to the rugby field at the local college. Even before Nick started fucking Francis, the teenager had been sneaking into rugby practices to watch the shirtless athletes sweat through their clothes and pull each other’s shorts down as they tackled each other. He usually got a nice view of tight asses and bulging spandex. Nick figured he’d take up going to the fields again. It would be fun to switch things up.

As a cover up, Nick would bring his gym bag to practices, filled with swimming gear. The pool and rugby field shared the same locker room, and so if Nick got in at the right time, he could watch the college men strip naked and shower. It was still Spring Break, which meant the only students on the field were those who were keen on being the best athletes on the team. That also meant that they were the hottest.

But by the time Nick got around to going, it was night, which meant that there would be only a few jocks around. The darkness gave Nick a great cover, and he usually liked to hide under the bleachers to watch the studs play on the brightly-lit stadium. There were a couple cars parked in the lot, and as Nick made it to the team change rooms, he hoped he was going to have a good jerk off session.

Nick dropped his stuff at a bench and lazily undid his shoes, watching carefully to which guys were undressing. He was surprised when he heard someone drop their gym bag next to him.

“Sup Nick? Heard you were going to Cali next week?” asked Dustin Binning. He was on both the college football and rugby team. He had a soft face with windswept blond hair and brown eyes. He had a couple of freckles on his face and large, broad shoulders with nice arms and a chest to match. He was two inches taller than Nick. Dustin was best friends with Nick’s older brother, Scott, but whereas Scott had gone to California for school, Dustin had stayed in town. Nick and Dustin were pretty familiar with each other.

“Uh, yup. Gonna go check out U of C.”

“Nice. You got in, right?” He was wearing a plaid shirt, thick jeans and a pair of collared boots—typical southern, male attire.

“Yeah. And UCLA too. Conditional acceptance. I have to keep my grades up.”

“Not bad, dude, not bad.” Dustin was getting out some athletic clothing from his gym bag. Nick was sure he saw a box of condoms inside.

“You, uh, still going to A&M college?” Nick asked him.

“Yup, thinking of transferring to Texas State next year, though.”

Nick nodded his head. He was watching Dustin strip down out of the corner of his eyes. The first thing to come off was his shirt. He had a hint of abs—only because he was naturally skinny. But his chest, shoulders and arms definitely showed time well spent in the gym. He had hairy, blond pits and dark nipples that stuck out in the cold night air. Other than a faint happy trail from his navel, and dusted forearms, he seemed as hairless as Matt.

Nick took his own shirt off, throwing it into his gym bag and sitting down to slowly undo his shoelaces.

“Any other plans for break?” Nick asked him, trying to make himself seem as normal as possible.

“Nah, my parents want to save up for summer, so we can go someplace nice.”

“Oh okay,” Nick said lamely. He engaged him a few times in conversation, watching him take off his clothes. By now, Dustin had taken off his jeans. He was wearing a short pair of boxers, thigh-length, and had no problem slipping them off too. Dustin almost showed Nick his asshole as he bent over to get his underwear.

Dustin’s ass was a pale white. The rest of his body was nicely tanned, but his butt was colorless. It was pretty meaty for a guy his age, and his strong legs made him look especially hot; it framed his ass nicely.

Nick asked a couple more general questions. He half-paid attention to whatever lame answer Dustin gave back, and instead focused on the teen’s circumcised dick. It was five inches soft, swinging to and fro, slapping into his low-hanging balls. There was about two feet of distance between Nick and Dustin, but he could clearly smell the musk of piss and cum wafting from his sweaty nuts. His glowing blond pubes didn’t seem to be any cleaner.

Dustin scratched his dick nonchalantly, even squeezing it gently with his hand. Then, Dustin pulled out a jockstrap, pulling it over his junk and fitting the straps underneath his ass. He walked around a bit, stretching his legs awkwardly and getting everything to fit. He put his hand inside the sack, adjusting his penis and shifting around his balls. Then, he pulled on a pair of board shorts and a tank top that showed off his chest and nipples.

“See ya later, bro.”

Nick barely realized what Dustin had said. He was still too busy drooling over his fat cock. “Yeah, man. See ya.”

Once a few more guys had left the locker room, Nick proceeded to look through the lost and found. Here was an assortment of junk that sometimes gave Nick something nice to jack off to—occasionally he’d find labelled underwear (he found it arousing to sniff the dirty, cum-stained boxers of a hot soccer player), used compression shorts and best of all, dirty jockstraps.

Nick had found a of couple condoms in the showers before too, and he’d hoped of finding the culprits in action by sporadically checking around the lockers. But so far, all he’d seen was a lacrosse player trying to jerk off and a random guy fingering himself.

As Nick sifted through old socks, mismatched shoes and sweaty basketball jerseys, he came upon the catch of the day—a mesh jockstrap that smelled of cum. Making sure no one was around, Nick got out of his own briefs and slipped on the strap. It was a perfect fit.

There was no name tag, but he knew that at this college, the only people who wore straps were athletes. And Nick couldn’t think of any athletes that he didn’t want to fuck him up the ass. Nick adjusted his growing boner, putting a hand through his ass and felt up his bulge. It felt great on him.

He pulled on his board shorts and packed away his things. He’d pretend to go down to the pool later—right now he had jocks to watch. He went through a different exit to the fields, which was much closer to the bleachers. He climbed over the rail guards and hid underneath the bleachers.

The stadium lights shone brightly in the dark night sky, making it the perfect time for hot guys to whip off their shirts and relax in the cool stadium. As Nick pulled up an old crate of tennis balls to sit on, he could already see about three boys passing each other the ball. Their muscular arms flexed as they passed to each other, and they bent low to catch it, making their asses look extra plump.

One of the guys, a messy, brown-haired beauty with fair skin and green eyes, was especially hot out there. He was also wearing a tank top, one that was clearly too tight for him. His chest bulged through the fabric and his neck line was unnecessarily low. He was definitely putting on a show for the few girls watching them from underneath a tree on the other side of the field. But Nick suddenly realized that this guy was an awful lot familiar. The thick legs, ripped arms, the hairy chest and messy hair… and those green eyes. Nick’s hear skipped a beat.

It was Francis McCarthy.

It dawned to Nick why Francis hadn’t texted him about meeting up. The jock probably just needed some time to hang with his bros, probably to feel normal again after having fucked Nick so many times. Nick guessed that it was also an attempt to pick up a girl. Francis looked hotter than usual, maybe because of the sporty attire, and he was already a bit sweaty. Realizing his luck, Nick decided to stay and watch the guys play a casual game of rugby. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know what kind of player Francis was.

Francis’ tank top was white, and now that he was sweating profusely—running across the field, catching balls, grunting wildly and humping the air when he got a touchdown—Nick could see his abs and fat pink nipples. The cloth clung to his skin, even riding up with his movement to reveal a furry patch of brown hair on his deep v-lines, and a wild forest of pubes below. Realizing how hot he was feeling, Francis ripped his shirt off and threw it aside.

As one of the other boys failed to tackle Francis while he sprinted, the jock turned around and thrust his pelvis into the air, yelling “SUCK IT!” Nick would have taken that offer in an instant. But he was too distracted by what he’d just seen. As Francis fucked the air before him, Nick saw something in his silky shorts flop upward. It was his loose, sweaty dick.

Nick rubbed his boner, realizing that Francis was playing rugby commando. Why hadn’t he see him in the locker room? As Francis began to run around again, jumping, dashing and hopping, Nick saw every movement of his dick through his shorts, and whenever he stopped to catch his breath, he could see the monstrous imprint against the cloth. He had a towel sticking out from his ass, which helped reveal the crack of his fat bubble-butt. He turned around, allowing Nick to see his rippling, muscled back as his arms moved.

As Francis stuck the towel back into his shorts, Nick saw the waistline move down, revealing half of his ass cheek. Nick’s heart jumped, having seen an evenly-tanned rump. As the boys huddled up to start another imaginary round, Francis smacked the third boy in the ass—his name was Jonathan—causing him to smile. “Nice catch, nice catch,” Francis said to him.

“Come on, boys,” Dustin said, sweeping some of the moist hair from his face and sticking a hand down his shorts, adjusting the balls in his strap. “Let’s make this a good one.”

“You jackin off, Binning?” Francis asked him.

“Yeah bro, thinkin of how I fucked Stacey’s pussy last night.”

“Shut the fuck up man.”

“Francis you sure you can still get it up after takin that kick to your balls?”

“Binning, I got more testosterone in my left nut than you have in your entire body.”

“Aww, shit McCarthy. If Stacey had known that, maybe she wouldn’t have broke up with you.”

“Suck my cock, Binning.”

“You homo now?”

This caught Francis off-guard. He grit his teeth and told Dustin to shut up. But the boys bantered on, grabbing each others asses as they huddled up to start their game. As Dustin bent over, holding the rugby ball on the ground, Francis came behind him and slapped his ass with his groin.

“Fuck you!” Dustin yelled. Then, he rubbed the rugby ball onto his crotch, getting his dick-sweat all over it. “You want it now?”

“Shut up and bend over, bitch.”

“Quit touching my ass, homo.”

Jonathan rolled his eyes at them. “Guys, just shut up and play.”

“Alright, get ready!”

Nick touched himself, watching the boy’s glistening, half-naked bodies stretch and contract, showing off their muscles and pumping themselves up with adrenaline. Whenever Francis got a touchdown, he’d flex his arms and yell in a low grunt, huffing out steaming air. He adjusted the growing boner in his shorts, as if he was getting hot on his own ego.

Nick felt his dick throbbing, pressing against his shorts and leaking pre-cum on his leg. He watched the boys move, their exposed thighs pumping and their asses bouncing up and down. He wanted to lick the sweat off their fuzzy abs and hairy chests, to drown himself in their balls and choke on their fat dicks. Nick watched as they flirted with the girls who continued staring, and then wipe themselves down with their shirts. It was almost an hour later when they began to head back inside.

Despite having a massive case of blue balls—now Nick remembered why he stopped coming to rugby practices—Nick was quick to take his stuff back inside, take off the jockstrap, and change into his swim trunks. He got under the shower to make it look like he’d been in a pool, and headed back to the locker room to watch the studs change. His heart raced as he realized that first, they’d go shower.

The men were quick to throw their sweaty shirts aside and then whip off their shorts. Nick strategically chose the lockers across from the showers, taking care to cover his now soaking swim trunks with a towel—he didn’t need the boys seeing his boner. The rugby players took off their underwear and pranced around buck naked without a care in the world. Looking as how beat they were, none of them made any snide comments about each other’s junk—perhaps also because they were all so well-endowed.

Francis was slowly pulling down his shorts, revealing his commando junk. The front of his shorts were blotched with sweat stains and what looked to be pre-cum. He’d definitely gotten a hard-on while playing with his bros. Not expecting any different, Francis had the largest flaccid dick: six inches long, uncut, with a stark forest of pubes encircling his entire groin. He had a nice tanned ass and hairy thighs, all of which made Nick’s cock spit out more pre-cum. Francis’ muscled legs sat underneath his well-defined, hairy v-lines, as if they were giant arrows pointing to his fat cock.

Francis walked slowly past Nick, not at all noticing him. Nick was about to say something when he realized that the jock’s other friends were still around. But also, Nick was afraid. What if Matt had told Francis that they’d fucked? Would Francis be mad at Matthew? Or worse—would Francis be mad at Nick? He decided it was best just to stay silent and watch.

Francis walked to the showers, with wide legs that made his loose balls swing erratically and made slapping noises as they smacked into his big thighs. Nick could smell his sweaty, dirty, musk. It was as though the jock hadn’t washed his balls in a week. And he smelled like piss.

Nick discreetly watched Francis’ dick flop around on top of his nuts and as he turned to enter the communal shower, he got a great view of the stud’s bouncing ass. Francis lumbered over to a shower head, rubbing his big, aching shoulders and scratching his filthy pubes. Nick was desperate to suck him off right then and there—to tell Francis that he’d suck the cum out of his dick like never before. And that he’d swallow every last drop.

But because Francis wasn’t alone in the locker room, Nick didn’t say a word. He didn’t even move around while he changed into dry clothes—in order to not risk being seen by the college guys.

Jonathan, the second guy, was stick skinny with a flat ass and chest. The only thing he had going for him was a pleasant face, a big dick and a pretty laid back attitude towards others. He’d taken off his compression shorts quickly after Francis got naked, giving Nick time to focus his attention on Dustin.

Dustin pulled down his board shorts and rubbed the front of his sweat-stained jockstrap. It looked like a size too small, since his blond pubes stuck out in the many gaps and his left nut was hanging out from below. Dustin took the strap off, revealing a slightly-hard dick and two low hanging balls. Dustin cut cock was about five inches big, even though he was barely hard. He rubbed the crack of his ass with a hand and played with his balls for a second when he thought no one was watching. Then he walked over to the showers.

Nick watched his boner disappear as Dustin walked plainly into view, rubbing the sweat from his long pubes and stretching his big arms. His thick ass twitched as he walked, and his balls bounced with every step. Soon Dustin was underneath a steady stream of water, rubbing himself down and stroking his dick.

Nick was more fascinated by Francis, perhaps because of his arrogance and general air of sportiness. He was rubbing his cock eagerly, and then seemed to be putting water in between his two fat, meaty cheeks. He glided his rough hands over his big, hairy chest, and then his abs and pubes. When he was wet enough, he smacked Dustin on his ass and walked right out, still buck naked and his dick swinging. He grinned as he tapped his friend’s ass. But Francis still hadn’t noticed Nick.

Francis didn’t even wrap a towel around his junk as he left the showers. He just sat down on a bench, dick flopping downward, scrolling through his phone. With a dick that big, Francis didn’t have to worry about being embarrassed or covering it up. He enjoyed the attention that his penis got.

Dustin and Jonathan got dressed quickly after, wrapping their groins with a towel and putting on some fresh underwear. Then they pulled on their other clothes and left soon after, but Francis was still sitting on the bench with his phone, his dick hanging out.

Nick was confused. Should he just get dressed and go too? Or should he wait until Francis had gone? But he didn’t have time to think it through. Suddenly Francis changed into his same, sweaty shirt and dirty little rugby shorts. He wore nothing underneath, which made for nice bulges to show through the damp cloth. Nick dressed quickly too and packed up his own stuff. The he carefully followed the jock out of the locker room. Francis was headed for the parking lot.

Francis walked slowly, still free-balling it, to his truck. He threw his bag in the back seat but as he did so, Nick thought he saw something a bit weird. It was hard to tell with it being so dark in the parking lot, but Nick was close enough to see what it was. Francis had put a hand down his sweaty shorts and was stroking his fat cock—in public.

The jock’s penis was now at full-mast. His cock was a full eight inches. It was sticking upward like a baton, throbbing as he stood next to his car. Francis just stayed there, hidden nicely between two cars, and began jacking himself off. Then he pulled his shorts down, exposing his big, loose balls, his hairy thighs, and his fat, beefy ass. No one was around to see Francis do it, and even if someone did walk by, they wouldn’t be able to make much out in the dark. ‘Was this really happening?’ Nick thought to himself.

Nick watched, mesmerized, as the stud thrusted the air, making his fat ass clench and expelling deep, powerful moans and grunts. The jock continued to wank, rubbing his ass with one hand and his member with the other. Was it not for the sounds of cars going up and down the road behind them, Nick was sure the entire parking lot would be filled with Francis’ horny groans, the fapping sound of his foreskin, and his balls smacking into his legs. He was lucky there were fences around to hide him from people passing by.

Francis’ hand was moving fast, and his air-humping got even faster. Nick felt his own dick throbbing in his shorts, and he knew he needed sweet release. He hid between a pair of cars too, but made sure he was still able to see Francis jack it. Nick began rubbing his cock. He was fapping hard, pulling his trunks down so his wet dick was free in front of him. He stood on his feet, humping the air like Francis and breathing quick, deep breaths.

“Are you gonna blow me or just watch?” Francis voice came, making Nick jump violently.

With his dick in his hand, Nick opened his eyes to see Francis looking back at him, horniness all over his face and this cock sticking fulling erect, slightly curved. His foreskin was still covering half of the pink bulb of his dick, which shone with sweat and sticky pre-cum.

“O-oh! Hey Francis,” Nick said suddenly, covering his junk with both hands. It was difficult to do with full-on boner, and his balls hung low from underneath. He had never been so embarrassed before.

“Are you stalking me now?” Francis smiled, playfully teasing him. He was still slowly rubbing his boner, showing it off to Nick like it was candy.

“No,” Nick said, hoping Francis would believe him. “I came here to watch some guys shower since… well, you’ve been busy lately.

“And?”

“And then I kinda… followed you out here.”

Francis nodded. “Well I’m sorry about being busy—been hanging out with my family a lot. But… we’re both here now. And we’re alone.”

Nick dared to step forward. “What exactly are you suggesting?” he asked, daring the stud to say it out loud.

Francis put a hand to his cock and rubbed it slowly, showing off to Nick, whose face was beginning to blush. “I know you want my cock, Nick. Just come over here and suck me off. I need your mouth.”

“Now? Out here in the open? What if someone walks by?” Nick asked. Despite his desire for hard, wet cock, he wanted to be careful.

“I’m too horny to care. C’mon, no one will catch us. We’ll hear them coming up anyway.”

Nick didn’t know what to say.

“Just fucking blow me, man,” he said.

Nick hesitated, before finally giving in. Like Francis, he was too horny to care. “Okay.” Nick smiled at him, walking towards the big, beefy stud.

“That’s a good boy.”

Nick pulled up his shorts and stuffed his boner inside quickly so he could walk to Francis. It was as hard as ever, and throbbing with each look he stole of Francis’ ripped, glistening body. He dropped his bag next to him and looked up and down at the hot rugby player. Francis smiled back at him and pulled off his shirt, exposing his large, hairy pecs and rigid abs. Then, Francis pushed Nick down to his knees. He held his cock out, showing off his muscular, hairy groin to the horny twink below.

“It’s so pink,” Nick muttered, watching the veins on the hunk’s cock pulse with each heartbeat. They were purple and red, gushing with testosterone.

“Shut the fuck up and blow me.” With that, Francis took his massive, meaty tool and slapped it across Nick’s face. Pre-cum flew all over, getting on Nick’s cheeks, nose and lips.

Nick moaned in pleasure, getting off on such a hot jock disciplining him with a hard, rigid cock. Before he could admire the beautiful erection before him, the fat boner ploughed its way into Nick’s mouth, invading his warm hole and shoving itself deep inside. Nick gagged on the enormous member, feeling the hard head hit the very back of his throat and leak pre-cum down into his stomach. Francis groaned in ecstasy as Nick’s tongue wrapped around his pink, hairless shaft.

“Holy shittt…” Francis whispered, closing his eyes and concentrating on the soft touch of another boy, who was caressing his cock with warm saliva and a hot tongue.

Nick let Francis take his dick out, giving it room to breath before he really went down on the jock’s groin. “You like that?”

Francis pulled his shorts all the way down to his ankles so that the teenager had the full view of the jock’s hot, naked body. “Fuck yeah. Haven’t had it that in a while, bro.”

Nick loved it when straight boys called him bro. Even with his boner out for the whole world to see, Francis was calling the man who was sucking his dick, ‘bro’.

Nick got another long, nice view of the massive, engorged cock before him, while Francis caught his breath and stopped himself from cumming. It had soft skin, bulging purple veins, a long, thick shape, and a slightly exposed head. The huge tool throbbed violently, spewing out salty jizz. The foreskin was just pulled over half his head, and his member was beginning to turn red with all the blood gushing toward it. It stuck out of Francis’ body like eight inches of pure muscle and meat—exactly what a real man’s cock ought to be like.

Despite his wish to suck the massive, throbbing tool, Nick decided to give the jock a little extra service. He brought his face closer to Francis’ dirty crotch and stuck out his tongue, licking the stud’s loose, hairy balls.

“Oh fuck!” Francis exclaimed, feeling the soft tongue caress and taste his hot, sweaty nuts. Nick smiled as he took one ball into his mouth, sucking on the skin and licking him dry. He kissed and pursed his lips on it, making Francis’ legs tremble.

“Ohhh shit!” he moaned, feeling the little twink roll his fat nut around in his mouth, slurping at it with his tongue. “Fuck, don’t stop!”

Then, Nick let go of his scrotum and put his lips to the other ball, licking and teasing it before he engulfed it with his mouth. Nick massaged the jock’s testicle, feeling his sack fill up with sperm and more testosterone. His entire face was now up into the stud’s crotch, pubes attacking his face and two beefy legs surrounding his head.

As Nick sucked the fluids off the smooth scrotum, the rugby player’s fat cock bounced on his forehead, covering him with more gritty spunk and whipping him into shape with the massive wooden tool. When finally Nick had had his fill on balls, he withdrew and looked up at the jock.

“Was that good?” Nick asked. He watched as the jock rubbed his naked, hairy chest with one hand and stroke his shaft with the other.

“Fuck yeah,” he answered, grabbing his erect member and slapping it around Nick’s wet, gaping hole. “Now take daddy’s cock.”

Nick put one hand to the base of Francis’ dick and the other just below the head. He retracted the foreskin, making Francis moan and his boner tremble. Exposing the bright red head, Nick got a look at it’s nice shape. It was perfectly curved around the edges and nice and round at the front. Only the very tip was pointed, ready to fuck the living shit out of Nick’s mouth. The teenager finally put his lips to the dick-hole, looking up at Francis’ pained expression as he kissed the tip of his penis.

“Jesus, fuck!” Francis wailed, bitting his lower lip and throwing his head back. His dick was more sensitive now than ever.

Then, as Nick’s lips spread across the head, tight against his rigid flesh, he put his tongue to his piss-slit and milked the cum out of it. He could see the jock’s balls jerk in pleasure with each flick of his tongue.

Francis whined like a little boy, clenching his jaw as the soft pair of lips moved further down his shaft, and the tongue vigorously painted his head with spit. “Ohh… fuck…” Without realizing it, he put his hands through Nick’s hear, rubbing his head and pulling him closer in.

Nick went down on him, moving his head in and out. Each time he tried to take all of his dick in, the head would hit the back of his throat and make him gag, and he’d cough up some of the pre-cum he’d already swallowed. But gagging on his cock was only making Francis hornier, and it fuelled his ego.

“Fuck yeah, choke on my cock, bitch.”

“Mmmmm…” Nick moaned, feeling Francis push his huge bulb further down onto his shaft. Nick’s nose and face buried itself into Francis’ long, wet pubes, and as the jock began to mouth-fuck him, the stud’s balls flung themselves into Nick’s neck and chin. They were still long and hanging low, big and full of sperm. Nick could see that they were just as pink as his head, sore from having been teased for so long.

Then suddenly, they heard a few people walking down a sidewalk. Judging by the distance of the noise, it was on the other side of the parking lot. Nick took the dick out of himself, while cum and spit dripped out of his mouth like he was a dirty whore.

“I should stop,” Nick said, trying to get to his feet. However, Francis held him down and slapped his fat cock a few times across Nick’s mouth. It felt heavy and hard against Nick’s face, as if the hunk’s boner were made of lead.

“Nah… keep going.”

“Y-you sure?”

“You do as I say, Nick. Let me worry about others. Just keeping sucking my dick.”

“Alright…”

Francis stuffed his member back inside the teenager’s mouth, pumping in and out of him slowly. The bouncy, meaty tool felt warm and tasty in Nick’s hole, and he licked up as much of its dirty sweat and cum as he could. He loved the way Francis tasted. Nick also really enjoyed the way that the stud was being rough with him, but he was scared of getting caught. Did Francis really not care about being found out?

There were a couple of voices not to far off. Nick could hear feet shuffling and there was the unmistakable sounds of young, twenty-year old jocks messing around with one another as they headed to the large field.

Nick let Francis’ cock out of his mouth again. “They’ll see us.”

Francis shoved his penis back into Nick’s throat, surprising him. “Then you better milk me before they do,” he commanded, his rugged, stubbly face looking down at him with horniness. Francis was being reckless. He was too horny to care, and he just wanted to get his nut. The riskiness suddenly turned Nick on. Anyone could come and catch Nick sucking a guy’s dick, but all that did was encourage Nick to keep his lips tight around the hard, sticky shaft and squeeze him dry.

The jock began to pick up the pace. He thrusted in and out of the twink’s wet mouth, holding Nick’s shoulders down. Francis breathed quickly, wanting to cum into the boy’s gullet and fill him up with his seed. He threw his head back, taking in the overwhelming sensations and the desperate, hungry look Nick had on his face.

Francis put a tight grip on Nick’s head, and began fucking his face hard and fast, and grunting with each thrust. Nick could do nothing but swallow the spurts of pre-cum that filled his mouth and try not to gag on the eight inches of man meat that plunged itself down his neck. He groaned in pleasure but also in pain, for the rugby player’s dick was so big and hard that it hurt for it to keep banging into throat. Nick could do nothing but put his hands on Francis’ waist, feeling the soft hairs on his muscular thighs and the rigid obliques he sported on each side. Every inch of him was pure muscle.

Then, without warning, Francis pushed Nick’s mouth off his fat dick and pulled him up by his armpits. Francis was very strong, and he lifted Nick up like he was just a ragdoll. Francis turned Nick around before he could even understand what was happening.

“Bend over,” he commanded, folding Nick over by pushing down on his back.

“What—”

“I’m gonna fuck you up your ass.” The jock pulled Nick’s shorts down in one swift movement. Soon Nick found himself butt-naked from the waist down. His shorts and underwear fell to his ankles, making it difficult to maneuver. He tried to hold onto Francis’ truck for support, but Francis knocked his arms aside.

“Not on my truck, dude,” Francis muttered, grabbing Nick’s arms tight and pulling the twink’s body hard against his groin.

“Uhn!” Nick groaned, as the jock slid his hands down Nick’s arms and locked a tight grip on his wrists.

“What do I hold onto?” Nick whispered, shaking in fear. Francis was so commanding and dominate, and although Nick was terribly frightened of being discovered naked in the parking lot, the jock’s masculine, protective presence made him feel a bit safe. Despite how hard Francis usually pounded him, he would’t let any harm come to his fuck buddy. He wondered if Matt would ever do something like this.

Francis smirked at him, pulling Nick’s arms behind him and pushing on his smooth back to bend him over. “I’ll be holding onto you,” he sneered, his stiff cock bouncing against Nick’s ass. It was trembling with each pulse of blood, ready to burst open at any moment. Nick’s mouth had already gotten the large pink dick close to the edge.

“How…?”

Francis spanked him hard, letting the noise echo across the lot. “Shut up and do as I say.” He was too horny to be nice. Francis needed to get off—to fuck something—and the tight, hairless hole in front of him was the perfect solution.

The jock held onto Nick’s arms for leverage as he bent him over and stuffed his large cock into Nick’s hole. He was already open wide, ready to receive Francis’ meaty pole. He wanted to be fucked as badly as Francis needed it.

“Ohh fuck!” Nick whined, rolling his head as Francis entered him all at once. The large rod jammed itself all the way in, lubed up by Nick’s spit and Francis’ pre-cum.

“Awwww, fuck yeah…” Francis moaned, slowly beginning to thrust himself in and out of the trembling teenager.

“Ohhh god… oh god, oh god!” Nick muttered, wailing like a baby. He could feel the jock’s member throb with desire, wanting more than anything to spill its seed inside of him. “Faster,” Nick said, needing more of it inside him. Years of being a virgin had made hornier than ever, and he needed it dirty like this.

Francis smiled, grunting as he pushed himself harder into Nick’s ass. “You want that dick?”

“Yes daddy! Harder. Fuck me good.”

Francis was grinning with ego. Nick was getting him hotter than ever. “Yeahh I will. I’ll fuck you like the dirty little faggot you are.”

Nick felt the raging boner stab his insides, expanding his asshole and piercing the deepest parts of his anus. “Yeahhh, daddy! Do it!” It was hot and wet as it rubbed his flesh.

“I’m gonna fuck you like you’re a cheap whore,” Francis said, smiling as he began to wrap Nick’s waist with his beefy, hairy thighs. “You and your dirty little cunt.”

“I hear someone…” the teenager mumbled. He looked up, desperate to see if anyone was there. Through the gaps in the fence, he could spot people walking down the street on the other side: a couple of girls laughing and giggling. But they hadn’t noticed Francis, or the horny little faggot he was fucking.

“Shut up,” Francis said, “No one’s gonna see. Take my cock, slut.” He spanked Nick again, harder than before, putting bright red handprints on his cheeks.

“UHN!” Nick moaned, almost catching the attention of the strangers. The cars covered the sounds of Francis’ horny, primitive mating and Nick’s cries of pain and pleasure.

Francis was fucking him fast now. He pumped in and out of Nick, drilling him hard. The jock’s hips slapped into Nick’s ass and his legs surrounded the teenager’s, keeping him firmly in place. Francis bucked his waist up and down, thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside of the boy’s hole with each passing second, fucking at an alarming speed. He pulled on the boy’s arms, but still kept him bent over, held tight by the horny jock.

He tapped the boy’s ass repetitively with his hairy groin, breeding him good. He was going at it, throwing caution to the wind as he pulled on the twink’s arms and shoved his massive tool into his anus. He didn’t care about Nick’s safety or his own. In that moment, the stud was desperate to get off. Francis was mating with his dirty fag like he was a bitch in heat. And Francis was a horny animal, desperate to penetrate flesh with his big, throbbing cock.

The twink felt the fat boner invade his insides, ripping him apart and piercing his bladder and prostate. Francis’ groin slapped hard against his ass, the rapid sound of it echoing across the lot. It was the sound of testosterone-filled fucking, mixed with the jock’s horny grunts and deep moans of power. Nick shuddered each time the jock’s hairy mess of pubes tickled his crack. But the best feeling of all was Francis’ balls.

The jock’s nut sack was swinging wildly back and forth. They went backwards than came back around to pound Nick’s own red balls, causing both the guys to grunt in pain. The sensation of Francis’ large, hairy balls tapping his sensitive nuggets shot pain up into Nick’s groin, making his ass clench around Francis’ massive tool, and causing the twink’s dick to twitch and spurt out more lubricant.

Meanwhile, Francis enjoyed the feeling of Nick’s soft testicles cushioning his hard balls. His sack was full of testosterone and semen, ready to impregnate the horny bitch he had bent over in front of him. Francis gripped tighter onto the boy’s arms whenever his nuts slammed into his partner’s dick and balls. It made his crotch prickle with pleasure and it fuelled his pride. He was fucking Nick like an animal, and his long, loose, heavy balls were proof of that. Both of the guys were like two zoo animals on display.

“Uhhhnnnn… Francis, fuck me good…”

Francis nodded, his mouth wide open and drool beginning to run down his lips. He loved the feeling of Nick’s ass around his cock and no one, not even any girl, had let him fuck like this. Francis enjoyed being rough and primitive, and now he could finally express those desires with Nick and his horny little ass. “I’ll fuck you right, baby,” he grunted, “And I’ll fuck you good.”

Nick smiled as the large dick continued to ram him. Francis calling him ‘baby’ was music to his ears. Along with the slapping noises of the rugger’s ass and balls, and the regular city noises, Nick felt adrenaline pumping through his body. It was mixed with pleasure and the desire to please the hot stud who was ploughing him from behind. “Do it, daddy. Fill me.”

Francis was pulling hard on Nick’s arms, which felt like they’d be ripped out of him at any moment. Nick let the jock have his way, feeling the stud’s groin come again and again, pound after pound, spanking his round, bubbly ass.

“Fuck! Ughhh, yeah! Take that cock!” Francis yelled, the veins in his biceps popping as he kept his hold on Nick’s wrists. His legs jerked and his balls hurt even more now from slapping against his thighs and Nick’s ass. The twink tried to bend under Francis’ command, feeling the big, hardened member plough his insides and fill him up with salty spunk. Nick’s body was moving around erratically, pushed up and down by the enormous tool up his ass while Francis spanked and slapped him around. The rugby player was using his hairy legs as a fulcrum: pushing against the boy’s weak knees to plough himself deeper inside, while Nick’s arms were leverage for keeping him firmly planted on his erection.

Francis was fucking his ass wildly, slapping his crotch into Nick’s hole like the horny man he was, desperate to breed. He grunted and huffed hot hair, unable to speak as he bred Nick’s anus. Then, finally, Nick felt the jock’s balls jerk against his skin and his whole body became tense, his penis turning into a vibrating pole of muscle.

“Awwww fuckkk… I’m cumming!”

Nick moaned like a little schoolgirl. “Yeah daddy! Fill me!”

Without delay, a huge wad of sperm lurched from Francis’ balls and shot through his fat penis, still inside of Nick’s hole. Francis yelled in pleasure, driving his manhood hard against Nick’s ass and splurging his hot cum all over his insides. He humped Nick’s waist over and over, his seed spilling into the hot anus that clenched around his member. Francis’ dick shook as more and more sperm exploded out of his tip.

Then, Francis pulled Nick up, wrapping his big arms around the twink’s waist and pressing his torso hard against the teenager’s back. His erect nipples dug into Nick’s shoulders. He kept humping him, gripping him tight and pushing himself deeper and deeper into his throbbing hole.

Francis closed his eyes as the feeling took over his entire body. Spurts of cum escaped his cock head, and he slowly fucked the twink’s pussy, his wagging boner still pointing upwards inside his slave. Then, Francis rubbed Nick’s pubes, reaching down to the boy’s erect cock.

“You cum yet?” he asked, his hot voice sounding horny on Nick’s ears. Despite having just unloaded his spunk inside the boy, Francis was still very hard and still inside of Nick, thrusting into him slowly but rough.

“No… not yet,” Nick moaned, feeling the gallons of thick, manly cum move inside his anus, sizzling with heat and trickling out of his cheeks. The large tool was still digging into his prostate.

“Well since you did so good…” Francis mumbled, his masculine voice humming on Nick’s skin, “I’ll do you a little favor, faggot.” He slid his hand over the teenager’s dick, rubbing the wet shaft up and down and beginning to massage his spunk-soaked head.

“Uhhnnn… Francis…” Nick whispered, feeling the stud work his wood.

Francis kissed Nick’s neck, grinding himself up inside of Nick’s hole. The jock was still hard, spewing a last few shots of sperm into him. “Say my name, baby.”

“Francis…” he replied, giving the jock what he wanted. “Francis… you’re so fucking hot…”

He grinned again, laughing a bit. “I know, baby. Yeahhh… take that dick.”

Nick didn’t think about what was happening. He was too consumed by the boner inside his ass and the beefy jock-hands on his cock. It felt amazing to have the stud’s touch against his most sensitive parts. His rough, commanding hands were squeezing the life out of his dick, sending shivers up his shaft and spine. Nick didn’t know what to do with his hands besides feel up Francis’ rough, bare legs. He pushed his plump white ass more into Francis’ erect boner and rubbed his fingers through the jock’s hairy thighs.

Francis kept working on Nick’s shaft, rubbing him down from the base of his hairy pubes, all the way to the tingling, soaking wet foreskin that was dripping like a fountain. Nick felt up Francis’ legs with one hand and played with his own balls with the other. Francis’ rough jacking motion was picking up speed, smacking into his balls and making him wince in pain every time it came down on his groin. But the little bit of pain was enough to up his pleasure.

Then, the jerking got faster, and Francis’ cock was humping Nick’s puckering pink hole again. Nick’s dick became numb with euphoria, trembling as it reached climax, letting sperm from his balls shoot up through his shaft.

“Uhhnn… I’m cumming, Francis!”

“Mmmm… yeahh bro, cum for your daddy…”

Nick was letting the pulses of pleasure sweep through his body, taking over his entire being as he felt Francis’ hands get even faster. The stud’s hairy groin continued to hump and grind against the twink’s tight ass.

“Uhn! Daddy!” Nick shot his cum all over the concrete road, spilling some of his seed onto a nearby car and Francis’ chapped hands. The spurt of spunk that came through was weak and watery, and Nick felt his groin cramp up after having blue balls for so long.

“Holy shit,” Nick mumbled, his voice weak and raspy. As Francis forced more of himself into Nick, chills entered the teenager’s body and dick at the realization that the seed of the fully naked athlete was still inside of him.

When the humping stopped, and Francis’ breathing slowed down, the jock withdrew himself. He let his heavy boner fall downward and rubbed out any of his remaining cum on the floor. Then, he quickly pulled up his rugby shorts. They barely made it over his fat ass and it was a struggle to fit his stiff dick inside.

He looked at Nick, who had turned around to reveal his still half-hard boner. It pitched a tent in his underwear as he dressed himself.

“Fucking Christ, dude. You’re good,” Francis said, checking Nick out.

“Thanks,” he replied, blushing. Part of him wanted to say something about Matt, but this didn’t seem like the right moment. Besides, what if Francis already knew? And Matt had even asked Nick to keep things quiet… but he felt like he owed Francis some part of the truth. He ignored it for now.

“No, man—thank you… for letting me do whatever. It’s not often that I get to fuck like that, dude. I won’t forget it.” he smiled awkwardly, a bit surprised at how much he had enjoyed having a dude service his cock. Chicks never did it the way Nick did. The jock suddenly got closer to Nick, helping the teenager dress.

“Here,” Francis murmured, smiling as he pulled Nick’s briefs back up, grabbing his ass a little as he did so. Nick put his shorts back on and smiled at Francis, who was blushing a bit.

“Uh, thank you,” Nick said, suddenly feeling warm and tingly inside. Francis was looking awkwardly at his feet, as if he was embarrassed or something. Or perhaps… had Nick made him nervous?

“No problem,” Francis replied, standing around without anything to do. He then slowly picked up his bag of things, his balls aching at having emptied themselves so violently. He walked closer to his truck and unlocked the door, eyeing the spot where Nick’s load was on the ground.

“Do you need a ride?” Francis asked, still looking kind of shy and timid. The stud was more than happy to spend a few extra minutes with Nick, and he didn’t just want to leave the teenager here after what they’d just done together.

Nick desperately wanted to go with Francis, but he had brought his own car here and didn’t want to leave it overnight. The prospect of riding with Francis was tempting, but now that his dick was flaccid, Nick was able to think clearly.

“No, I drove here,” Nick whispered, looking around to see if anyone had noticed the two guys fucking in the parking lot.

“Oh, alright.” Francis looked majorly disappointed. He gave Nick another smile and sat into the driver’s seat. “Um, see you around, then.”

Nick smiled, picking up his bag and walking backwards to where he was parked. “Yeah, I’ll see you around.”

“Text me when you’re horny,” Francis said, before he closed his door, “and I’ll be there.”

Nick blushed, trying not to look like it. “I will. And… you should text me too. When you wanna fuck.”

Francis lowered his window as he started the engine. He pulled out, winking at Nick. “I will.”

Then the jock drove off into the night, his head swimming with clouded thoughts and mixed feelings. There was something about Nick that made Francis feel a certain way—he was suddenly nervous to see him again, and his stomach jumped at the thought of him. Perhaps it was the idea that in bed, Nick would let Francis do whatever he wanted, and that he’d get to express his wildest dreams and urges. But Francis had never felt this nervous before, and as he left Nick behind in the parking lot, he wished he could go back in time and redo a few things.

Francis was suddenly delighted at the thought that Matt would be leaving soon. It meant that Francis would be free to spend some alone time with Nick again, and maybe this time, it would be something more meaningful than a quick fuck. Francis wanted to know the guy a bit more before they did anything sexual. Maybe, just maybe, Francis could take Nick Evans out on a date. But as friends, obviously. At least, that was what he told himself.

As Francis drove off, he left Nick’s dick weak and his ass aching. The teenager walked awkwardly as he made it to his car. Once he sat down, his anus throbbed and he realized that he might be walking funny for a while. A smile came on his face as he realized that Francis’ seed was still inside of him. As soon as Nick got home, he’d make sure that the jock’s seed was properly treated. He wondered when exactly Francis would be free again, but in that moment, another thought occurred to him—what about Matt?


Nick goes on a date with Matt, with an unexpected ending – Chapter 5 – High By The Beach


The same Tuesday night that Nick got pounded in the parking lot, he went home to see if either Matt or Francis had updated their status on facebook. Nothing. He looked around at his dirty room, realizing that he’d have to start packing soon for his trip to California. He was excited to see his older brother, Scott, who was telling him about a party on his first night there.

But then, making Nick jump, his cellphone buzzed. He was quick to take it out and stare, mouth-open, at who it was. Matt had finally texted him back.

‘hey. i’m free for a bit thursday night. got an excuse to leave the house. wanna go to the lake together?’

Nick couldn’t believe it. Matt was asking to take him somewhere. Not to simply fuck, but on an actual date. But he calmed himself down, remembering not to get his hopes up. It wasn’t a date. It was just two dudes hanging out. As friends. At least, that was what Nick thought was going to happen.

Twenty minutes later, in order not to look desperate, Nick text him back. ‘sure, sounds fun. do you wanna meet there?’

Matt replied back within five minutes. ‘no it’s cool, i’ll pick you up at five. give me your address.’

Nick couldn’t believe what was happening. He texted Matt his address, and lied down on his bed, staring at the ceiling in shock. He was going to hang out with Matt again. Whether it was a date or not, it was at least something. However, he wasn’t exactly sure if this complicated things with Matt. He decided to let it go for the time being—they were just going to hang out, for now.

The whole next day, the day before his date, Nick wondered if Francis would text him back too. Nick was horny and he wondered if Francis would be willing to meet up, so he texted him. He didn’t like the response he got back.

‘sorry man, i’m having dinner with my family tonight. can’t make it today. another time, okay?’

He replied with a heavy heart. ‘yeah okay, no worries.’

Despite being disappointed, Nick was still glad that Francis was so nice about it. And there was also the face that tomorrow, Nick would be seeing Matt. Then, Nick got another text. It was Francis again.

‘but hey, my brother’s going out tomorrow. I can meet up with you then if you wanna hang.’

Nick wasn’t sure how to reply. He’d been presented a choice—hang out with Matt or Francis. He knew that meeting up with Francis would definitely lead to sex, but he had already promised to go out with Matt. It didn’t leave him with much of a choice. Hoping he wouldn’t regret it, Nick texted Francis back.

‘sorry i can’t tomorrow, i’ve got plans 🙁 next time though.’

Francis replied soon after. ‘yeah ok. see you later.’

Nick hoped he’d made the right decision.

On the day of his date, Nick didn’t touch himself—he wanted to save his sex drive for the possibility of a night with Matt. Nick spent the entire day cleaning himself and getting his best clothes ready. Since Francis had broken his only jockstrap, and Nick wasn’t willing to put on the dirty ones for Matt, he settled with a tight pair of briefs that made everything below his waist seem giant. They were a little tight, but he felt super sexy.

When his parents began asking questions, Nick simply told them he was going to small get-together with some kids from school. His parents, who had been wondering when he was finally going to make some friends, didn’t object at all.

At ten past five, a huge, black GMC Sierra rolled in front of Nick’s house. Nick had seen Matt’s car parked in their garage a while back, but it felt weird to see it parked right in front of his own house, waiting to pick him up. It was surreal. Nick tried to calm the panic rising in his chest. He was going to hang out with Matt again, and it was making him pretty nervous.

Nick walked slowly across his lawn and got into the passenger side of the truck. Matt greeted him with a charming smile, his perfect white teeth shining bright as ever, and a pink ball cap placed backwards over his short, beach blond hair. “Sup?” he said to him, his big tan arms bulging out of his small, sleeveless shirt. His bulky chest poked through the fabric, stretching it to the limit and riding up at his abs. He was so muscular and veiny that it made Nick’s mouth water just to look at him.

His perfect face looked up at him expectantly, and his bright blue eyes scanned him up and down, checking him out. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and as he sat in the driver’s seat, wide-legged, Nick could see the unmistakable bulge of his junk at the very front. His jeans were riding up on him.

“Hey,” Nick managed, taking in the musky, manly aroma of his truck. It was a mix between booze and sweat, which he didn’t exactly mind. He just thought that if the two of them were going on a date, the truck would be a little more clean. But, after all, Matt was still a regular guy. Nick closed the door behind him, staring at his feet.

“You look nice,” Matt said to him, turning back onto the street and driving off.

“Th-thanks. You too.”

Matt smiled, keeping his eyes on the road and scratching his crotch. “How’ve you been, little bro?”

“Good. Hanging out with friends,” he lied. “You?”

“Same. Spending a lot of time with my family.”

Nick dared to ask him. “How’s… Francis?”

“Oh, he’s great,” Matt smiled. “Been chillin with me and a few of my pals.”

Nick just wanted to know if Francis was trying to go out with girls again, which he kinda doubted after the text he’d received from him, but it didn’t hurt to know for sure. “Oh, cool.”

“You been to Somerville Lake before?” Matt asked him, stopping at a sign. He took the opportunity to look back at Nick and check him out.

“O-once. When I was a kid.”

Matt laughed. “Been a while, then?”

Nick managed to smile, trying to keep himself calm. He was just hanging out with Matt. Like friends. “Yeah. I was eight, I think.”

“Wow. Ten years. My brothers and I used to go there all the time. But when we got into high school and shit, we just went swimming in our river instead.”

Nick nodded. The images of the nude McCarthy boys skinny-dipping in the river together made his dick jump.

“Well, that’s where I’m taking you. It’ll be fun.”

He nodded again. “Just us?”

Matt looked back at him, making a right turn. “Yeah. Just us.”

There was a silence between them, but Matt tried to make it less awkward. “I mean, the lake’s surrounded by parks and shit, but we can find a private area to hang.”

‘Private’. That word stuck out to Nick. “Alright. Sounds good.”

“You eat dinner yet?”

Nick shook his head. “Nope.”

“Well, I brought stuff. We can have a picnic or something.”

Nick smiled. It was a date after all. It was funny to Nick that despite knowing Francis for a longer time, Matt was the one taking him out first. “What’d you bring?”

Matt continued driving. “Uh, some sandwiches, that pasta you like. Francis helped me make that.”

Nick looked at him. “What? He did?”

“Uh yeah. He knows I’m going on a date but… he doesn’t exactly know who.”

Nick was a bit confused. The two of them were definitely on a date, but Francis still had no idea. How long did Matthew expect to keep this a secret? Perhaps he ought to tell Francis himself. Francis did seem to be getting more comfortable with the idea of having sex with a guy… and ,aybe Francis really wouldn’t mind Matt hanging out with him.

“I also brought beer. Lots of beer. And some weed.”

Nick froze. “Hmm?”

“Uh, I also brought some weed. You ever smoke it before?”

He thought it was best to be honest. “N-no.”

“Ahh. So I’m corrupting you.”

Nick smiled. “No… I just never thought about using it, before.”

“Well you don’t need to worry. It’ll just be for me, then.”

“Okay. I’ll just eat all the pasta.”

Matt grinned. “I don’t know man, I can get pretty hungry. I’ll fight your for it.”

“No way!” Nick laughed.

They talked a bit more, driving for about twenty minutes before they rolled into a dirt parking area. They brought their stuff down to the shoreline, where there were big green trees keeping shade over the grass and no signs of any roads or people. It was a huge lake, and they had all to themselves. The sun was already beginning to go down and made the whole sky turn yellow. It was pretty romantic, and Nick wondered if Matt had planned for this on purpose.

They sat and ate for while, and Matt rolled a joint, smoking it like it was nothing and getting pretty comfortable. His blue eyes softened, and his big muscles relaxed. Matt scratched his pubes through his jeans and stared at Nick. Once he was done smoking, he asked him, “You wanna go for a swim?”

Nick frowned at him, admiring his perfect face and sweet, pink lips. “I-I didn’t bring any swimming clothes…” he mumbled, watching the stud’s eight pack of abs rise and fall underneath his tight shirt.

Matt just smiled back. “So? We can go in our underwear.”

“P-people won’t see us?”

Matt shrugged. “I’ve seen people get naked here. We’ll be fine, bro… there’s no one even around.”

Nick partly didn’t want to get in his underwear in fear of getting a boner in front of Matt. But he realized that he wouldn’t be able to see it that easy in the water, and there was the fact that Matt had already been hard for the major part of their date. “Okay, sure.”

Matt quickly got up, taking off his shirt like a giddy schoolboy. Nick watched his big arms rip the skinny shirt from over his head, exposing his thick, built pecs and his rippling, rigid abs. His broad, muscular shoulders scrunched up as he moved, making him look really big. His nipples were fat and hard, and his soft, hairless body gleamed in the sunlight coming down on him. As he stretched to take off his shirt, Nick could see the top of his blond pubes sticking out of his jeans, and the base of his thick dick.

Nick looked away, doing some mental math to get rid of his stirring boner, and took off his own shirt. But he couldn’t help but notice when Matt took off his pants. He unbuttoned himself and pulled down his zipper. He took off his pants in a one movement, sticking his perky, fat ass in the air. He was wearing a tiny pair of boxers underneath. They were really short, almost to the point where Matt’s whole ass hung out of it, and his flaccid dick could stick out the end. His hard cock was already pushing at the fabric, begging for release.

As Matt bent over, the bottom of his boxers exposed parts of his ass, and the cloth clung to his skin. His huge, muscular thighs came down from the shorts, planting themselves powerfully in the ground. His v-lines were exposed and the shorts were so small that they revealed more of the base of his dick. His whole upper groin was basically out, pubes and all.

Matt pulled up his boxers a bit, making his ass looking fatter, and he stuck a hand down the front to fix his junk. He stuck his pubes down and shifted around his dick and balls. When he was done, Nick could clearly see the imprint of his dick, and what looked like his bulging nuts.

Nick looked away before Matt could catch him staring. He took off his own shorts to reveal a light-blue pair of briefs. He could feel Matt’s eyes burning a whole in his ass, staring down at him. Nick pretended to ignore him and anxiously folded up his clothes, putting them down on the blanket Matt had laid down for their picnic.

Matt pulled on his shorts once more, revealing a bit of his dick, and then wading slowly into the water. “C’mon, its really nice.”

Nick smiled at him, watching the jock lumber over awkwardly, holding his crotch in worry as the water came up to his waist. Nick did the same, bracing as the cool water hit his balls. It was definitely cold, but it was a nice relief from the hot, sweaty weather they’d been having recently.

Matt was rubbing some water on his chest. “Feel’s nice, doesn’t it?”

Nick smiled at him, watching his face. “Yeah, its good.”

Matt eyed him, and then sent a huge splash of water his way.

“Hey!” Nick yelled.

Matt giggled like a teenager, his deep voice making Nick horny. Matt ran away slowly through the water as Nick tried to splash him back.

“Get back here!” Nick laughed, trying to get him with another splash but missing by a foot. Despite being so big, Matt was fast.

“You can’t catch me, dumbass,” Matt laughed back, getting further away from shore and deeper into the lake.

Nick smirked. “Oh yeah?” He plunged himself into the water, swimming expertly towards him and grabbing the back of Matt’s shorts as he caught up. He exposed his ass accidentally as he pulled on them.

“Shit, how’d you swim that fast?” Matt grinned, his handsome face turning red with embarrassment as he pulled his shorts back up over his ass.

“I’m on the school swimming team,” Nick said, pushing some hair from his face.

Matt nodded, staring at him. “Ohhh, that would explain why you’ve got such a nice ass.”

Nick turned red too, smiling awkwardly. “Uh, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Matt then looked over to one of the islands nearby in the lake. “Race you to that island.”

Nick smiled, admiring his wet, bulging chest and his erect nipples. Water dripped down his smooth body and his cheeks were especially rosy, making him look so fucking cute. “You’re on.”

They both laughed and shouted as they raced to the island. Nick got there a few seconds before Matt, who’s swimming technique looked terrible. It made him look even cuter to not know what he was doing. Nick had the overwhelming urge to kiss him, and for Matt to hold him in a tight embrace. But he didn’t think it would happen.

Nick and Matt climbed onto the forested shore of the small island, relishing in the bright sunny rays that warmed their skin. Matt pushed his hair back and shook the water out of his ears, then he looked at Nick, standing abnormally close to him. “Come here,” Matt whispered.

Nick could feel Matt’s eyes looking directly at his face. He got even closer to him, their skin barely an inch apart, and their wet, soaking bulges brushing against each other slightly. Matt put his big, beefy arms around Nick’s waist, resting one hand in the back of his waistband, feeling the crack in his ass.

“Can I kiss you?” Matt asked. He raised his eyebrows, pursing his soft lips as he spoke. Nick felt so warm in his arms, and his soft, hairless skin was tight around his body.

Nick looked up at him, turning pink and nodding quickly. “Yeah.”

His lips came onto his face hard and fast, sucking on him. His hands pressed up on Nick’s ass, rubbing his cheeks. Matt breathed on him, pushing his growing bulge against Nick’s stomach and digging his nipples into Nick’s chest. Their skin was pressed tight against each other, and Matt licked the spit off Nick’s mouth, pressing hard on him. It felt so hot to have Matt so eager to kiss him, and that he so desperately wanted more—his dick was starting to stick through his wet underwear.

“Fuck, you’re a good kisser,” Matt said, finally taking his mouth off Nick to breathe.

Nick took in a gasp of air. “You’re just saying that.”

Matt gave him a horny smile back, saliva smeared across his mouth. “Maybe,” he joked. He then plunged his face back in, grabbing Nick’s leg with his rough hands and picking it up so it brushed against his side. He rubbed Nick’s ass, sticking his fingers through the wet cloth and squeezing his tight flesh. He grabbed handfuls, spanking him and spreading his cheeks apart. Then, he picked Nick up, lifting him into the air while his huge bulge settled beneath Nick’s.

Nick wrapped both his legs around Matt, letting the jock carry him further into the island, where the shade of the trees hid them from prying eyes. He could feel Matt’s dick pulsing right beneath his ass, and the big, muscular arms that carried him turned Nick on even more.

Matt laid him on the soft grass, piling on top of him and shoving his own groin up onto Nick’s ass. He still held onto him, kissing his mouth and then trailing down his neck, his chest, and down his faint happy trail…

“What are you doing…” Nick said, barely getting the words out. His eyes were closed and he was lost in the ecstasy of having Matt’s warm lips caress every spot on his body.

“I wanna fuck you.”

“Here? Someone will see us!”

“Fuck them. I don’t care. I just wanna feel you on my dick…” Matt mumbled. putting his lips over Nick’s wet briefs, where his cock was throbbing hard. “Tell me this isn’t what you want.”

“Yeah… I want this.”

Matt grinned again. Then, he put his lips to Nick’s crotch, kissing the leaking head of his penis through the cloth.

It felt like nothing he’d experienced—having someone kiss his dick yet tease him so badly at the same time. He had the urge to whip his cock out right then. But Matt did it for him. He began pulling down Nick’s underwear, snaking it through his legs and throwing them aside.

He kissed Nick’s member, putting his lips to the boy’s penis and pulling his foreskin down to expose his pink head. Nick sighed in ecstasy, rolling in the soft grass as the warm, wet mouth engulfed his hard shaft. Then, the hunk’s tongue began slurping at his piss-slit, licking the salty fluids that escaped his tip.

Nick could barely speak as the jock massaged the boner with his lips and big tongue. “Uhhnnn… Matt…”

“Mmmhmmm…” Matt smiled at him, downing Nick’s entire cock and letting the head hit the back of his throat.

“I wanna blow you…” Nick said to him. “Sixty-nine.”

Matt suddenly stopped, looking up at Nick with cum and spit running down his mouth. “Yeah?” His voice was horny, and he was teasing Nick with his eyes.

Nick nodded, still feeling the jolts of pleasure run up his spine as Matt’s hands continued to stroke his dick. “Yeah.”

“Alright then, I’m down.”

Nick watched as the stud turned around, putting his face to the teenager’s crotch and showing off his wet, bubbly ass to him. He was still wearing his wet, tight boxers but it didn’t take much imagination to see what was underneath. The hunk laid down on his side, letting Nick pull at his underwear to expose his big, veiny cock.

“Mmmm…” Matt moaned, as he felt Nick’s soft fingers graze over his pink head. It was engorged and sticky, smelling like salty jizz and dirty, manly sweat. The jock himself was burying his face into Nick’s groin, pushing down his drenched, clingy briefs to get at his twitching dick.

“Uhnn… yeah!” Nick muttered. Matt put his mouth over his bare pole, licking his wet head and taking in his shaft with big, pursing lips. He was just as desperate as Nick to taste cock, and his big hands caressing his delicate balls made the teenager shudder in bliss.

Then, Nick took the jock’s whole member into his own mouth. Matt’s waist was hairy and muscular, and his blond pubes were soft on his face. Matt bucked his hips into Nick’s face as he felt the teenager grasp onto his cock with his warm mouth. Nick fondled the man’s balls with one hand, stroking his hairless thighs while the other he used to keep the thick, hardening member inside of him.

Nick pulled down his foreskin, feeling the large head spew more spunk into his mouth. It was scorching hot, and pushed into his hole like a raging bull trying to mate with him. Meanwhile, Nick was trying to keep himself composed as the stud went down on him, juggling Nick’s nut sack while licking his quivering penis until more fluids leaked out of it.

“Mmmm…” Nick groaned, taking in more of the stud’s hard, meaty cock into his mouth. The warmth of the stud’s body kept Nick secure, and soon the two of them were pressed against each other, taking in one another’s erections while the other serviced them. Nick felt Matt’s groin tense as he really pushed himself into Nick’s mouth, pumping and grinding smoothly into his hole. It went further and further in, reaching the boy’s neck and causing him to choke and cough on his dick.

It wasn’t long until Matt rolled Nick onto his back. He got on top, still sucking hard on Nick’s penis while he had his crotch to boy’s face. He was pumping his dick in and out of Nick’s head, fucking his mouth slowly like it was a sex toy. Nick choked on it some more, slobbering his desperate spit all over his wood. Matt’s big balls were bouncing on Nick’s nose and forehead, covering him in musky sweat and filling his air with the manly scent.

Matt’s hard, heavy body was heaven as it squished Nick. He was almost 200 pounds of pure, herculean muscle. His abs rippled against Nick’s chest, and his veiny thighs and ripped groin pushing onto his face got Nick really horny. And Matt could feel it.

The stud used his big hands to massage the boy’s thighs, feeling him up and down as he moved his manly lips all across his shaft and head. He took all of Nick in, not gagging even once, as if he was experienced with this kind of action. While he blew Nick like an expert, his body shook and hardened on top of Nick’s small body. The jock’s hard, chunky chest was digging into his groin, and his nipples were like tacks sinking into his flesh.

Soon Matt’s thrusting motion became rougher. He drew himself out of Nick’s mouth before pushing back in. His dick was like a large, meaty pipe, forcing itself inside of him again and again, harder and harder like a hydraulic pump, or a large masculine pendulum of hot, veiny muscle. His cock was nine inches of pure man, throbbing and leaking semen with each thrust into the boy’s hole.

“Uhhhnn… Nick,” Matt moaned, taking a moment to feel the twink’s mouth on his fat cock. Then, he licked up the sperm that fell out of Nick’s tip. He pulled down his foreskin and lapped at his piss-slit like he was an animal, slurping up whatever came out of him.

“UHN!” Nick yelled, bucking his hips as the stud worked his wood.

“Ohh shit, you cumming?”

Nick could only nod, as the large member still inside of his mouth prevent him from saying anything. Matt pushed himself even deeper as he watched Nick’s cock jump and twitch with every touch. He went down on it, sucking it dry right before Nick erupted prematurely. Large, watery pumps of cum burst out of his head, spewing it out like a geyser. Matt slurped it up easily, taking in the boy’s warm fluids while some of it escaped his lips and ran down his shaft.

“FUCK!” Nick whined, the cock still filling up his mouth. He squirmed and jerked beneath the jock’s hard, muscular body as he came, pushing himself into Matt’s mouth. When his ejaculation subsided, Matt looked up from Nick’s crotch, wiping the sperm from his mouth as he swallowed.

“You alright?” he asked, taking his cock out of Nick’s mouth. The teenager only nodded, dazed as he lay in the grass. Despite the fact that he’d just came into the jock’s mouth, he was still hard, and his boner was still pulsing with eager blood. Matt’s balls were barely inches away from his face, and Nick still had the urge to feel them rub up against him. He was definitely still horny.

“You’re amazing,” Nick said, huffing out air to catch his breath.

“Can I keep going? I’m still horny.” Matt asked, rubbing his throbbing erection.

Nick nodded. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

“Thanks.” Matt smiled, looking down at Nick’s cock. The boy had just came into his mouth, but he was as desperate as ever for the ripped man to fuck him like a horny caveman.

“No problem. I don’t wanna give you blue balls.”

Matt grinned, slipping his wet boxers off his ankles and coming up to Nick’s face, kissing him on his lips. Matt could taste his cock on Nick’s mouth, while Nick tasted his own sperm on Matt’s. It was so erotic to think that this hot, beach hunk had swallowed his seed, and downed his cock as eagerly as Nick usually did. The jock was hot for him.

He felt the stud’s hands rub up his bare thighs, pushing his legs apart and snaking his fingers to his crack, looking for the tight hole of pleasure that throbbed for his member. “You want my cock?”

“Yeah,” Nick muttered, feeling the jock’s lips hard on his face. His chest was pushing onto Nick’s, and his big, masculine torso was squeezing Nick’s body into the soft grass. His legs were pushing Nick’s legs up into the air, and he was beginning to poke at his hole.

“You have a condom?” Nick asked suddenly. He wanted to be safe, considering he was doing it with two different guys.

“I left the condoms on the beach…” Matt’s deep voice came.

That was weird to him. Matt had brought condoms, so did that mean he had planned on having sex that night? Nick put it out of his head. After all, he had wanted to do it with Matt just as much. “Alright, go bare,” Nick told him. He needed to feel Matt’s naked cock inside him at least once. “Raw me.”

“Can I still go fast?”

“Uh, yeah. Okay. Fuck me bareback.”

Matt went down on him, sticking his tongue out and lapping the sweat of his hairless, pink hole. He kissing Nick’s asshole, sucking on his flesh and then trying to push in as much of his tongue into the hole as he could.

“Fuck…” Nick moaned, as Matt’s hot, wet mouth worked his anus. Matt sucked on him for a bit, licking his crack and moving his head back and forth. Nick started to groan while his body writhed in pleasure. Then, he abruptly stopped, realizing that his own cock was leaking jizz everywhere.

“I’m so horny,” Matt said to him, pulling Nick’s briefs completely off his legs. Then, he waved his raging, nine-inch dick around in the air. Strands of pre-cum fell on Nick’s pubes and tight stomach.

“Just fuck me,” Nick muttered, rubbing his own dick. He stuck his legs in the air, showing Matt his gleaming, white hole once again. “Fuck me hard.”

“Yeah? You like it like that?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Matt was getting horny looking at the twink expose himself to him. The sunlight that poked through overhead was warming them up, and their wet bodies still slid off each other in pleasure with every touch. Matt spit once on Nick’s hole, and again on his own cock. He stretched his foreskin down, rubbing the saliva all around his shaft. Then, he began stroking Nick’s crack with his dick.

“Uhhnn…”

“You’ve got such a nice ass…” Matt said, bleary-eyed at the hole before him. He began to press his head inside of it.

“Shit!” Nick yelled. “Oh my fucking god…”

Matt drove himself deep inside, throwing caution to the wind. He didn’t care about going slow, he just wanted to fuck. He was horny and he needed a hole. Nick was already his for the taking, and he wanted to get the most out of it.

“Fuck, Matt!”

“Take it like a man, Nick.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“That’s a good boy,” he said, rubbing Nick’s thighs.

“Oh shit!”

Matt went deeper, touching his groin against Nick’s butt and brushing his pubes against his skin. He put a hand on Nick’s leg and another on his stomach, keeping him close as he pushed on his puckering pink hole. Nick grabbed fist-fulls of grass, ripping it from the ground and gritting his teeth as he braced through the pain. Then, a sigh of pleasure escaped Nick’s mouth when Matt stopped shoving himself deeper in. But without warning, Matt pulled out half his cock and then drove it back in his ass, fucking him hard.

“UHN! Matt!”

“Shit, bro…” Matthew pulled out and then ploughed Nick’s hole once more. He kept hold on Nick’s body, feeling the tight, hot flesh around his shaking cock.

Nick could feel the hotrod climb deeper inside him, making his insides throb and his legs quiver as Matt struggled to keep hold. He felt Matt’s groin smack into his ass again, and then his balls came flying in too.

“Fuck, that hurts,” Nick whimpered.

“Damn, bro, you’re so tight. I’m gonna go faster.”

“O-ok. Fuck me. Do what you want, Matt.”

Matt got faster. He stopped pulling out so much and just kept his crotch inches away from Nick’s ass. He humped Nick like a bunny, holding onto his two thighs and driving him up and down the grassy floor. Matt kept it coming, fucking his hole over and over, drilling him like his dick was a tool. He made huge smacking sounds as he slapped himself against Nick’s big, bare ass.

He drove himself deeper and deeper, harder and harder, while Nick jacked himself off, eyes closed. He moaned in loud gasps. It felt nice to have the cool grass beneath his bare skin and the sounds of nature drowned out by Matt’s horny grunts while he fucked.

Nick groaned loudly as the friction of Matt’s hot dick rubbed on the inside of his ass. The stud’s fast jerking motion slammed Nick harder into the ground as the stud picked up speed. Nick yelled in pain, while Matt groaned in pleasure. He spanked the boy’s tight ass as Nick’s legs waved into the air, bouncing off Matt’s large, meaty pecs and his broad, muscular shoulders.

Nick was enjoying every moment of Matt’s humping. He could feel the giant cock up his ass while Matt’s long pubes slapped against his cheeks repeatedly. The jock’s big balls smacked into Nick’s crack, spanking him as hard as Matt’s hands did.

Matthew’s pre-cum leaked inside Nick’s ass and allowed his member to move faster and harder with each horny thrust. Nick arched his back as the stud pushed in into him, grinding Nick’s prostate and stabbing his bladder over and over again.

“Ohhhhh, Matt!”

“Take my fat cock, Nick,” Matt whispered, his voice raspy and strained as he drilled the boy’s hole.

“Oh god… Matt! Oh fuckkk…”

“Fuuuucckkkk…” Matt whined, fucking Nick faster and faster, penetrating his anus with fast, horny thrusts and piercing the boy’s flesh with his hard, muscular cock. He latched onto Nick’s body, fucking him hard and salivating over his lips.

Nick moaned and yelled as the stud drove himself inside hard, forgetting the boy’s pain and concentrating on his raw, manly pleasure. He was mating with a tight, throbbing hole, like an animal in the wild. Testosterone coursed through his veins and his manly instincts took over. But before he could spill his seed inside Nick’s ass, he slowed down and paced himself, trying to clench his dick and stop himself from bursting. He was greedy for more of Nick’s hole, and wasn’t about to cum just yet.

“SHIT!” Matt shouted, feeling the teenager’s hole tighten around his rigid shaft. But Matt had control and pulled out, trying not to cum. It worked, and soon he was kneeling in from of Nick’s pink hole with his fat nine-inches of cock shaking in pleasure. “I almost came, dude…”

Nick was trying to catch his breath again as the pain of Matt’s erection left his body. The man’s urgency to fuck was something he hadn’t seen before, and he was strangely reminded of Francis. The gentle approach of their last time was gone, and Nick realized that Matt was calling him “dude”, as opposed to what Francis had called him last time they’d fucked: “baby”. It confused him a little, and his head was beginning to swim with strange feelings and thoughts.

Nick tried to shake the images of Matt’s younger brother. Right now he was with Matt, and he was the only man Nick ought to be thinking about. As Matt inserted his hard penis back inside his hole, Nick suddenly wanted to try anything to forget about Francis’ own methods of wild, primitive fucking.

“Here, I wanna try something,” Nick said, letting Matt keep his dick inside of him, but pushing back on his big, bulky chest. Despite the jock’s eagerness to fuck and the horny look of hunger on his face, he reacted easily to Nick’s touch, listening to what he had to say.

“What is it?” Matt asked, panting a bit. He was eager just to get fucking again.

“I wanna ride you. On top.”

Matt smiled. He kept Nick on his cock, lifting him up and planting the boy’s ass firmly on his boner. “Go for it,” he said, lying down on the grass, putting his arms behind his head and exposing his hairy, blonde armpits. His thick pecs stretched out and his abs moved like rocks against Nick’s skin.

It was so weird for Nick to be seeing a guy—let alone Matt McCarthy—underneath him like this. Nick still had the guy’s dick up his ass, but now he got to control the rhythm, and he was the one pleasuring Matt. He began moving his hips around in a wave, allowing Matt’s throbbing cock to reach deeper than it had before. He already saw the change in Matt’s face—his mouth stretched wide open and he let out a gasp.

“Fuckk… that feels real nice… yeah just like that.”

Nick smiled, watching Matt’s cute rosy face react to his every movement, to his every sway and touch. His bright blue eyes bulged each time Nick put any pressure on Matt’s groin, but he was muscled up enough to take it like a man.

“Keep at it, bro. Fuck.”

Nick could feel the stud’s member slowly move inside him, lubricated by the slippery pre-cum and the sweat of Nick’s ass. It throbbed hard inside of him, making Nick’s own dick tremble as he felt Matt grab his waist and help move him up and down his torso. Nick’s hands were on Matt’s chest and abs, feeling him up and using his fat pecs as support. They were hot and hard under his palms, and Nick could feel his heart beating.

“You like that, Matt?”

“Yeah Nick, keep your ass on me. Shit, dude, you take cock so good… it was made for fucking.”

“You can take control again.”

“Alright… I’ll help you fuck.”

Nick wasn’t sure what he meant, until he realized that Matt had put a firm grip on Nick’s waist, and starting driving himself up and down his asshole. Nick began to moan, nearly screaming in pain and pleasure as the jock fucked him good. He held him like a little boy, keeping him tight in his big hands. As if he were a fuck-toy, Matt fapped him up and down his nine-inch dick, ramming himself deeper and thrusting with all the power in his huge, beefy legs.

“Oh my god, Matt…”

“Keep taking it, bitch.”

“Yeah, talk dirty to me.”

“You like that? You like daddy’s cock?”

“Yeah daddy, fuck me harder, uhn!”

Matt suddenly flipped Nick on his back, pressing his own body hard against the twink and fucking him like a wild animal. He pushed Nick’s legs up against the boy’s stomach, pressing on his thighs and breeding his ass. One of Matt’s huge hands grabbed Nick’s shoulder, keeping him hard against his forest of pubes as Matt thrusted him up the grassy floor.

“You want that cock, bitch?”

“Yeah Matt. Unhhh, keep fucking me.”

Nick felt the jock’s body tighten, his muscles getting rigid as Matt focused all his energy in the singular activity: ploughing his fat cock up into Nick’s tight little ass. Nick was moaning in pleasure, hearing Matt grunt and groan as he hit the wall of Nick’s ass hard against his cock-head. It made Nick jump, but the friction of his bare dick against his skin was creating so much heat that Nick felt himself on fire, torn apart by the raging boner deep inside him, eager to let its spunk loose.

By now, Nick was jacking his own hard-on. He was trying his best to hold on, despite the hard, aggressive movements of Matt slamming himself into Nick’s behind, slapping his balls hard against his ass. He couldn’t take it anymore. It felt so good to have a fat rod of steaming meat up inside him, but he needed to feel that rush of cool, electric surges through his body. He had to let himself go.

“I’m cumming…” Nick told him, feeling Matt’s cock stab his prostate. A shudder of euphoria swept through his dick and his groin. Nick’s balls contracted and with big jump, his dick shot a wad of cum all over his chest and hands. Nick kept jerking, milking his own cock of all his spunk and showering himself with the hot, white fluid.

“That feels so good…” Matt said, breathing fast and panting like a dog. He kept humping Nick, not bothering to change positions anymore or even try to pleasure Nick. He was trying to get himself off, enjoying every feeling of the ass before him clench and tighten around his fat, veiny cock.

“Keep going,” Nick said, as the huge, meaty dick continued to dig itself into his anus.

Matt was groaning, feeling the waves of pleasure course through his cock and up into his body. His pecs twitched and he flexed his rippling abs as he swung his balls into Nick, slapping them hard against his ass. “I’m gonna cum, Nick.”

“Inside me,” Nick said.

“Yeah? You want that cum inside you? Like a dirty slut?”

“Yeah… cum inside me…” Nick closed his eyes and laid his head against the ground. He felt huge, powerful thrusts against his butt and then, Matt let out a huge moan. His dick shuddered and Nick felt a powerful jerk inside of him. Matt pulled Nick close, keeping his legs against his chest and stomach, and humped faster, barely breathing fast enough to keep up.

“Oh shit!” Matt yelled, sounding as if he were afraid of what was about to come out of his own dick. “I’m cumming!”

Nick felt his jock throb violently, and then, three fat wads of spunk burst from the hunk’s dick, shooting far up inside him and completely soaking all of his flesh. The hot fluid made Nick tickle with more pleasure, though he thought it wasn’t possible after already having came.

Two more spurts followed, as Matt shoved himself deeper inside his ass and put his lips against Nick’s. They made out as Matt twitched and jerked, his body shaking as his cock ejaculated again, shooting more semen inside. Nick’s own cum got onto Matt’s abs as they pressed against each other, still holding on tight.

Matt was still panting heavily, trying to catch his breath and digging his nipples harder into Nick’s skin. They were both wet and sticky, covered in cum and a film of sweat. Then, when Matt finally pulled out, Nick felt the liquid leak out of his hole. Matt cleaned it up with his boxers, licking up any stray drops.

“Sorry little bro, I just really had to get off.”

“What? No it’s fine—I enjoyed that,” he added. He didn’t want him to feel bad.

“Really? You had to jack yourself off…”

Nick just smiled at him, touching Matt’s nipples as he sat on his lap. “It was good. It felt good—amazing.” He wondered if Matt would ever call him ‘baby’, or any other affectionate term. ‘Bro’ wasn’t exactly special. It was weird to him that Francis had the balls to call him that, despite saying that he was straight.

Matt laughed, his giggles making Nick bounce against his softening dick. “You really like taking my cock, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Nick kissed him once more, hoping it was okay. He spread his hands over Matt’s ripped back, which was covered in nothing but muscle. Matt just put his arms around Nick, sticking his tongue down his throat and licking up his saliva. They made out for a while longer, then Matt pushed him away.

“If you want… we can go back to my place. Cuddle in the sheets, and maybe fuck again.”

Nick smiled. Despite just fucking and having come all over himself, he liked the idea of cuddling with the huge stud. But he wasn’t sure if he had the energy to fuck again. Even Francis would let him take breaks in between. He doubted he had it in him for round two. “Uh, yeah. I’d like that,” he muttered. “But isn’t your family home?”

Matt gave him a mischievous smile. “Who cares? I’ll sneak you through the window. We can play Madden and fuck later. If your parents will let you stay out.”

Nick nodded. “They will. It’s only like seven thirty. I don’t have to be home until 12.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. They let me stay out late.”

Matt spanked Nick with a laugh, telling him to get off. “Let’s go, then.”

They didn’t bother pulling on their underwear. They swam naked back to the shore, put on their dry clothes and flung their wet ones in the back seat. After packing away their dinner, Matt eagerly drove Nick back to the farm. While driving, Nick couldn’t help but notice that Matt had a bulge in his pants once again. Nick wished he could have finished dinner, first.

Matt parked behind the house and went inside by himself. A few moments later, the window up above slid open. Nick snuck out of the truck and waited for Matt to throw something down—a long knotted rope of bedsheets.

“Are you serious?” Nick said. He definitely didn’t have the upper body strength to climb it.

“Just grab on. I’ll pull you up,” Matt whispered loudly.

Nick nodded. That made way more sense. As he wrapped his legs around the sheets and held on tight to the cloth, Matt pulled the whole thing up like it was a chain of paper monkeys. In no time, Matt was pulling Nick’s ass through the window.

“You’re so strong,” Nick said, without realizing it.

Matt smiled at him. He flexed his biceps and made a funny face. Nick couldn’t help but laugh—and stare at his fat, bulky arms. Matt pulled him in for a kiss, nearly choking the life out of him. When Matt finally pushed him off, he lured Nick over to the TV set. “C’mon, let’s play some ball.”

As he did so, Matt unbuttoned his pants, showing off his fat, pearly white ass and his flaccid eight-inch schlong as it flapped about in the open air, slapping against his thick thighs and balls. Nick watched him, getting another boner instantly. Matt pulled off his shirt too, stretching his huge, beefy pecs and his perfect, eight pack of rippling abs.

He lumbered over to his dresser, buck naked, and pulled out a pair of short-shorts. They didn’t look as if they’d fit, but somehow, Matt pulled his legs though the little black shorts and pulled it tight over his ass. They were a cotton pair of rugby shorts, perfect for playing with the bros on a Saturday.

Matt scratched his balls and adjusted his dick inside the shorts. Obviously, they were a very small pair. But damn, Nick thought, they made his ass look good. Still shirtless, Matt continued to look through his drawer. He pulled out a matching pair of shorts that were as white as Matt’s teeth. He threw them at Nick. “Here. Get comfy.”

Nick obliged, secretly taking in a deep whiff of them as Matt turned on the TV. It smelled good—but it wasn’t the dirty, sweaty, cum-stained smell that he loved, but instead, it was sweet and soft. Clearly, they’d just been washed. He couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. He wished they were dirty like Francis’.

Nick pulled off his own shorts and shirt. Then, as nude as Matt had been, he pulled on the little rugby shorts over his dick. They were so soft, caressing his balls and wrapping his ass in cloth. “Wow, these are really comfy,” he said, rubbing his ass.

Matt smiled back at him, lying against his bed, legs wide apart. His hairy armpits were exposed, and his pecs were stretched out again. “They’re Francis’. He loves those shorts. We… uh, share a lot of things, I guess.”

Nick wasn’t sure what to say. Was that what Matt thought of him—just something for him to share with Francis? Nick put his thoughts aside: he didn’t want to ruin a nice night for the both of them and he was sure he could think things over later on.

“C’mon, let’s play,” Matt said, patting a spot next to him on the bed. “We can cuddle.”

Nick smiled. He’d like nothing more than to feel the beach hunk’s boner against his ass while they cuddled and played video games.

As they sat in the sheets, rubbing up on each other and silently groaning whenever one of them got a touch down, Nick couldn’t help but wonder if someone was in the other room connected to the bathroom. The door was closed, but he could hear the trickle of someone peeing. Then, he heard the toilet flush. Nick tensed up.

“Should I hide?”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Matt said, his pec twitching against Nick’s back. “My parents are going out soon for groceries. It’s probably just Francis…”

“He won’t come in here?”

“No, he said he was going to hang out later with his pals. He’ll leave us alone.”

Nick relaxed back in the sheets, letting his perky ass fall back into place against Matt’s pulsing dick. It was pressed up against the cloth of his shorts, and Nick was sure the head of Matt’s cock was sticking out from the bottom—it was way too large to stay contained in pair of shorts that small.

Then, as they got bored of gaming, Nick couldn’t help but notice that Matt’s arm was wrapped around him, and that he’d snaked his big leg in-between both of Nick’s. His thigh was gently touching Nick’s balls. It was when Nick noticed this that Matt put his controller down and rubbed Nick’s bare backside with his chapped, bulky hands.

“You’re so soft,” Matt said to him, breathing on his neck. He was trying to get Nick to open his ass to him again.

Nick turned his head, making sure to keep his butt against his throbbing member. “You too…” Nick said, putting his lips over Matt’s and locking him in. He quickly turned around, letting Matt stick his dick up against his stomach and press his pecs into Nick’s front. They made out hard, rubbing and feeling each other up. Matt was already clutching Nick’s ass in his hands and after Nick felt up the jock’s muscular back, he too finally got the chance to squeeze Matt’s ass.

“It’s so nice…” Nick smiled as he squeezed Matt’s cheeks, making him laugh some hot breath on his face.

“Not as nice as yours…” Matt answered, locking him back down in a kiss and rubbing his boner against Nick’s. As they grinded their cocks on one another, their shorts began to slip off.

“Hey Matt, you seen that blue v-neck—” the door to the bathroom had just burst open, revealing Francis in the doorway, wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of boxers. He stopped dead in his tracks, realizing what the hell was going on in Matt’s room—he was with someone. But when he realized just who, his face turned pink.

Nick and Matt jumped. Nick pushed Matt off, sitting upwards and staring in disbelief as Francis’ face turned a violent shade of red and he grit his teeth in anger. Matt also turned very pink, not exactly sure what to do.

“What the FUCK?” Francis bellowed, throwing aside the jeans he had in his hands and marching right up to the both of them. Nick trembled, too frozen with fear to even process what was happening. Francis had his fists clenched, and Nick was sure that Francis was going to punch his lights out.

“What are you doing with him?!” he asked Matt, completely ignoring Nick and going for Matt instead, which surprised both of them. Nick watched in horror as Francis confronted his own brother, his face flaring with rage.

Matt tried to reason with him. “Dude, r-relax—we were just—”

“He’s MINE,” Francis yelled. He pushed Matt back down onto the bed, and then, he clocked Matt in jaw.


The McCarthy brothers finally confront each other about Nick – Chapter 6 – Brotherly Love


Since Nick had blown Francis off for Matt that day at the lake, Francis was forced to find pleasure elsewhere. His attempts at picking up some girls had failed and Francis had come back home defeated that night. He knew that Matt had also just come home and was in his room, but Francis wanted some alone time to himself—Nick was on his mind and he couldn’t get him out of his head. Francis was horny, and he needed to fuck something. Seeing as Nick was busy, Francis realized he’d have to please himself, instead.

Francis sat on his bed, opening his night drawer and getting out his skeet sheet—and old pair of boxers that was really soft on his dick. It was covered in dried up cum and he’d been meaning to wash it out, but his fucks with Nick had put it off for a while.

Francis pulled his boxers down to his ankles. He sprung out his dick, which was already awakening at thought of being jerked and having to stare at the naked posters on his wall. He rubbed his balls and then latched a hand on his dick. He closed his eyes, imagining big voluptuous tits, tight pussy, and a big fat ass. But the images in his head began to distort, and soon enough all he could think of was Nick’s body…

He was putting his dick up Nick’s ass, holding him against the bed and telling the teenager to let out his screams of pleasure. He was so fucking loud but Francis loved it. Francis drove his cock deep inside, ramming his eight-inch boner into Nick’s tight hole and ploughing him into the bed, causing the springs to squeak and Nick’s voice to get loud.

“Yeaahhh! Fuck me, daddy! Put your big, fat cock inside of me!”

“You like that wood, bitch? You gonna scream for daddy?”

“Yeah daddy, give me your dick! Fuck my boy-hole daddy…”

Francis imagined ramming his ass so violently that the bed was moving from side to side. He was grabbing Nick’s waist so hard and thrusting his fat, raging boner into his cunt with such force that Nick was screaming wildly in pain, moaning at the top of his lungs.

“Fuck the shit out of me, daddy!”

“You want this cock, baby?”

“Yeah, daddy! Cum inside me!”

Francis was going very fast now. His breaths were quick and shallow. One arm was on Nick’s shoulder, keeping him in place and another tight around his waist, fucking him senseless while he stood over his body, which was driving itself deeper into the bed.

“I just came daddy, I shot my load for you…” Nick said to him, looking back at Francis with those deep brown eyes of his…

Francis hadn’t opened his eyes just yet, but he realized something surprising: while one hand was on his cock, another was reaching up onto his ass. The jock’s legs were spread out and he sat low against the bed so that his asshole was exposed, and his two fingers were rubbing his crack.

He imagined more of Nick’s body, wanting to pump his big boner deep inside the teenager’s cunt, impregnating him with his spunk. This thought lead to Francis slowly putting one finger inside his ass—curious to see what it was like to feel his prostate throb in pleasure.

Francis let out low moan, momentarily stopping from rubbing his swollen shaft and instead focusing on the tight, prickly feeling overwhelming his body as his big finger slipped inside of him. His eyes were still closed, and he clenched his jaw, wanting to slip in another finger, and then another.

Three of his fingers were up Francis’ ass, and they expanded his tight, hole. Francis had felt this before, and the familiar sensation made his whole body jerk with pleasure. Francis’ finger went in and out of his hole, tickling his g-spot and causing his whole body to arch and stiffen.

The jock was eagerly jerking himself off again, his nuts jumping wildly up and down, while his foreskin slapped against his wet head and his fingers drove deeper into his anus. Francis bit his lip, pressing hard on his engorged head and pulling on the pulsing veins. The three fingers penetrated his body, making his cock tremble and his legs weak.

Francis felt his loose balls smacking hard against his legs and with a quick motion, they gave a big contraction. His penis shuddered and a prickling wave of sensation jolted his entire waist. A load swept through his body and spurt out of his dick. It went flying past the dirty pair of boxers and landed instead on Francis’ chest. Two more steaming spurts came, soaking his thick brown pubes and his rigid, rippling abs. It died down quickly, covering his hand entirely and dripping down to his balls. It had landed everywhere but his boxers.

It took a moment to realize who he’d came to. He wasn’t imagining fucking some girl, but it was Nick who he was thinking about. Thinking of him had also reminded Francis of how Nick would sneak a lick of his cum when he thought Francis wasn’t looking. As his own thick, white cum lay cooling on his chest, a curious thought passed through him.

He took a scoop of the spunk with his fingers and put it in his mouth. It wasn’t as bad as he thought. When he was done, Francis headed towards the bathroom. He needed to piss and then find some clothes for later. He was going to hang out with his friend, Nate, and maybe kick around a few balls on the field. When Francis relieved himself, he took to finding his clothes.

He was looking for a specific shirt—one that made his muscles look even bigger. If there were any girls watching him tonight, he wanted to impress him. Seeing as Matt and Francis shared a lot of their clothes, even as to go so far and share underwear, he bumbled over to Matt’s room to ask him about it.

Francis opened the door to their connected bathroom. “Hey Matt, you seen that blue v-neck—” Francis stopped dead in his tracks, realizing what the hell was going on in Matt’s room—he was with someone. But when he realized just who, his face turned pink.

Nick and Matt jumped. Nick pushed Matt off, sitting upwards. He stared in disbelief as Francis’ face turned a violent shade of red and he grit his teeth in anger. Matt also turned very pink, not bothering to cover up the leaking boner in his shorts.

“What the FUCK?” Francis bellowed, throwing aside the jeans he had in his hands and marching right up to the both of them. Nick trembled, too frozen with fear to even process what was happening. Francis had his fists clenched, and Nick was sure he was going to have his lights punched out.

“What are you doing with him?!” he asked Matt, ignoring Nick completely.

“Dude, r-relax—we were just—”

“He’s MINE,” Francis yelled. And then he pushed Matt back down onto his bed, and clocked him in jaw.

Francis’ punch had only grazed the side of Matt’s head. In one swift movement, Matt socked him in the gut, making Francis double over. He was about to aim for a kick but Francis was quick. He rammed into his brother, tackling his legs and throwing him back down on the bed. Matt banged his fists on Francis’ back, while Nick screamed and yelled.

“Stop! Both of you! FUCKING STOP IT!”

He tried to break them up, but they refused to cooperate. Matt was strong, so he got back to his feet, pushing Francis off him him and knocking him to the floor. He sat over him quickly, ready to aim punches at his brother’s face.

Nick grabbed onto Matt’s outstretched arm, trying to stop him from hurting Francis, but Matt threw Nick aside, and he fell into a pile of Matt’s suitcases.

“DON’T HURT HIM!” Francis yelled, bucking his hips and throwing Matt off, who was too busy trying to apologize to Nick. But before Francis got the chance to try anything again, Nick grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

“Stop it, please!”

Despite the overwhelming urge Francis had to beat the shit out of Matthew, Nick’s touch and his concerned voice prevented him from swinging another punch.

Francis’ muscles were bulging and his veins were throbbing as he huffed out hot air. His blood was pumping fast and his entire face, along with the rest of his body, was red in anger. Matt was sitting on the floor, against the wall, panting for breath as he stared at both Francis and Nick, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

“Are you alright?” Nick asked him.

“Yeah. You okay?” Francis muttered.

Nick tried to pull him back towards the bed, hoping to calm him down. “Y-yes, I’m—”

Francis broke free of Nick’s grasp and stomped off to his room, shutting the door behind him with a clatter that shook the walls. Nick stared, his heart beating wildly, at the mess they had made.

“What about you?” Nick asked him.

Matt nodded. “I’m fine. A-and I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to…”

“It was an accident, I know.”

As Matt got up, Nick noticed that the side of his right cheek was a little purple, but other than that, he seemed relatively unharmed. But his face was still a bright shade of red and his chest rose and fell quickly. He was breathing short, rapid breaths and his abs were twitching.

“I… think it’ll be best if I leave,” Nick told him.

Matt agreed. “Yeah, for now. Just until Francis calms down.”

Nick grabbed his clothes quickly. He was about to take off the cotton shorts Matt had given him but the jock put his big hand on Nick’s shoulder. “Nah, dude. Keep it.”

Nick gave him an awkward smile and nodded back. He pulled on his pants and tossed his shirt back on.

“We can leave through the front…” Matt mumbled. “My parents’ already left.” He was also putting on a pair of jeans, and a white-tank top that did barely anything to cover up his chest and torso. “I’ll drop you off.”

Nick said okay and almost sprinted down the steps. He waited at Matt’s truck, and got inside as soon as the lock clicked open. He watched Matt walk awkwardly to the truck and get inside with a wince—it seemed as if Francis had hurt him more than Matt let on.

The whole drive, the two of them said nothing. Matt just put his hand down his pants to adjust his junk every so often and sped down the road in silence. Nick was pretending to do stuff on his phone while they got back into town. After what felt like an eternity, Matt had drove onto Nick’s street.

“Nick…” he started, just before Nick closed the door behind him.

“Yeah?”

Matt was pink again. “I’ll call you when this blows over, alright?”

Nick nodded quickly. “Okay.”

“And—take care of yourself, okay? Tell me if anything happens.”

“Yeah, I will. Bye.”

He left before Matt could reply. It was around 11pm by now, and his parents were surprised to have him back so soon from what they thought would be a fun night out.

He went straight up to his room and shut the door behind him. Despite everything that had happened, watching Matt and Francis fight—he felt a tinge of excitement. Or maybe it was surprise. He hadn’t expected Francis to act the way he did, and especially not to focus all his anger on just Matt alone. He blamed Matt for what had been going on, not Nick. As he tried to fall sleep, the thoughts of the two brothers muddied his head and made his body restless. He needed to check on Francis, and he needed to know that he really was okay.

Nick got a text the next day. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Matt.

‘I wanna meet up, to talk. Let’s find a place to eat. When’s best?’

Nick didn’t know how he felt about it—being seen with Matt in public was a bit scary but seeing as he’d made it clear they weren’t going to fuck in the bathroom or in his truck or something, Nick guessed it was fine just to see Matt and eat lunch. It wouldn’t look gay—just two friends eating together.

Nick texted back, ‘ok. there’s a Whataburger on Elm. Is around 2 okay?’

About ten minutes later, Matt replied. ‘Yeah, sure little bro.’

Nick arrived at the Whataburger in his ’09 Chevy Malibu—a birthday gift from his parents. He parked nearby and went in while nervously shaking. He could feel his legs quivering, and it felt like he was about to expose himself to the entire world by being seen with Matt. But he reminded himself—it was just lunch.

Nick saw someone waving at him in the far corner. Matt had saved him a seat in a booth, and he stood up to greet him. Matt looked deadly cute. He wore a tight-fitting blue shirt that showed the thick globes of his chest and the ridges of his abs underneath.

His arms stretched the short sleeves to the fullest, looking huge and bulky as they flexed. With any movement of his torso, Matt’s shirt lifted up to expose his blond happy trail and the thicket of pubes barely hidden by the waistline of his tight jeans. If Matt had them on any lower, Nick was sure he’d be able to see the base of Matt’s dick. Was Matt free-balling again?

Matt’s short beach-blond hair was messy and cute, barely visible underneath his backwards ball cap. His cheeks were rosy as usual and his soft pink lips stretched into a faint smile as he saw Nick. His blue eyes glistened, checking Nick out from head to toe. “Sup?” he said, his soft, deep voice making Nick instantly horny.

“Hi.”

They both sat down.

“Wanna order something?”

“Yeah, okay.”

They looked at the menu in awkward silence for a bit and then Matt went over to tell a waitress what they’d like. He came back, his eyes still attached to Nick’s face. “You’ve been okay?”

“I guess.”

Matt got in close, leaning over the table. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened. I didn’t know Francis was so… protective. I didn’t even know he had fe—” Matt stopped short, realizing he’d said too much.

“W-what?”

Matt shook his head. “I didn’t know that you two were… close.”

“We aren’t. Not really… I guess.”

“Yeah well Francis thinks that you are. He… wanted you for himself. No sharing. But he knows that’s not fair to you.”

“He never told me that.”

“Well he told me this morning. I figured I had to tell you before I leave.”

Nick looked shocked. “Leave?”

“Yeah, dude. My Spring Break is over. School starts on Monday and I’ll miss a few classes if I don’t leave tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

Matt sighed. “Yeah, that’s the plan.” He leaned back into his seat, his face looking glum. “I like you a lot, Nick. I enjoyed our time together—the fun we had. I care about you, obviously. But… I didn’t think you ever expected this to be a relationship. I’m sorry.”

Nick felt a pang of sadness, but it was more because of the fact that Matthew would be leaving so soon. “I never wanted a relationship out of this. I knew we were just… messing around.”

“Thanks for understanding,” Matt put his hands over Nick’s. Evidently, he didn’t care who saw them. “I really have to go to San Francisco to finish school. That’s my first priority. This is my final year and I can’t fuck it up when I’ve worked so hard up to now.”

Nick pulled his hands away from Matt. “Yeah. I understand.”

“I’m sorry, little bro. But… you still have Francis. He cares about you—more than I thought he did.”

Nick was surprised. “He does? He told you that?”

“He does, Nick. He told me. And… there’s something else…”

“What is it?” Nick asked, able to tell by Matt’s voice that it was probably something private.

“Nick, I wanted to meet you here so I could say bye. I’ll be in Cali in a day or so.”

“I’m leaving for Cali soon too.”

Matt suddenly remembered. “UCLA, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well… Francis and I made up. And… he says that it’d be okay if I said goodbye to you. Properly.”

They sat in silence again.

Nick spoke first. “What do you mean?”

Matt cocked his eyebrow. “I think you know what I’m talking about.”

Nick was shocked. “A-are you sure?”

“Yes. He said it’s alright, since we probably won’t ever get to do it again. He just doesn’t want to know about it. Y-you’re not mad at me, are you?”

Nick shook his head. “No.”

“What about with Francis?”

“I’m not mad at him either. Are you?”

Matt shrugged. “No. We made up this morning. And I can’t really blame him for acting the way he did,” Matt lowered his voice again. “You were the only way he was getting any sex. All the girls in town are still giving him the cold shoulder. I guess he felt that you were ditching him for me, and that upset him.”

Nick knew that’s exactly what he’d done—in the moment, he’d chosen Matt over Francis. But now… it seemed as though Francis was the one who wanted Nick more. Despite Nick’s feelings for Matt, he knew that what he had with Francis was special, and that something else was going on in Francis’ head.

“Francis doesn’t mind too much if you do it with other guys, but he finds it a little weird with the idea of you doing it with me, especially if you choose me over him.”

“I said yes to going out with you before Francis even asked me. It wouldn’t have been fair to say no to you after he asked,” Nick said.

“Yeah, I told him that. He understands, Nick. Really. That’s why he said its okay if…” Matt’s voice got quiet again. “He said its okay if we have sex one last time before I leave for Cali. I mean… I asked him if it would be okay. I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

Nick nodded, wanting to change the subject. But he didn’t have to. The waitress had come over with their food. They ate in relative silence, with Matt occasionally trying to stir up a conversation. This was nothing like how Nick had imagined their lunch being, but he also knew that something had changed since he’d seen the two brothers fight. To see Francis fight someone bigger than he was for Nick… to fight his own brother…

When they finished, Matt looked down at Nick. “So… you wanna hang at my place then?”

Nick thought about it, but he didn’t need much convincing. “I guess, okay.” It was weird to think that this might be the last time they fucked. He hoped to make the most of it. “But I need to talk to Francis first. I need to see him.”

Matt smiled at him, leaving some money on the table. “Alright. He’ll be home around six, if you want to talk to him.”

Nick nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

“Okay. I’ll walk you to your car. I’ve gotta get packing, anyway.”

They walked slowly and silently, keeping close to each other as they strolled down the street. When Nick stopped, Matt looked at the car in surprise. “This yours?”

Nick smiled at him. “Yeah. A birthday gift from my parents.”

“Nice, nice…” Matt trailed off. Nick had expected the beach hunk to start talking about cars, but Matt instead grabbed Nick’s hand softly and lead him into an alleyway. For some reason, Nick didn’t resist.

The alley was dark and it smelled like crap. They walked to the very end, where the shadows made it impossible to see anything. Nick wasn’t sure where they were even going. But Matt stopped. He turned around to face Nick and looked down at him. “I wanted to give you something before tonight…”

Nick’s heart began to pound. He watched Matt wrap his sexy, muscular arms around him, and his cute rosy face come close. Their lips touched, locking on and sucking each other off. Matt’s big pink lips were soft and hot, and he felt Matt gently grab his ass. Then, it was over.

“That’s all?” Nick asked, smiling a bit. Despite this, he felt a bit guilty about it. He really needed to see Francis.

Matt laughed. “Don’t get greedy.”

Nick smiled back at him. He let go of Matt’s waist, and looked back at him as he walked away, back towards his car. Once he got inside, he sat in silence, excited for tonight, but also sad. He waved at Matt as he pulled onto the road and headed for home. Once he was there, he showered, pulled on some tight briefs, sprayed on some cologne and got out his best clothes. He waited around for a few hours, trying not to look desperate, then headed to Matt’s house at around six. The sun was almost down by the time Nick got there.

The house looked deserted—Matt’s parents were probably off on another shopping trip in town, and Matt himself seemed to be the only one home. But he told Nick that Francis was upstairs, waiting for him. He hurried up, shaking with anxiety as he knocked on his door.

“Come in.”

Nick snuck inside, looking around to make sure it was alright. He suddenly saw Francis there, in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and a towel in his hands. Francis’s body caught the light of a window and looked amazing. His thick, square chest was covered in a fuzz of brown, and his big round nipples were especially pink. His torso was ribbed with clear-cut abs and the deep v-lines that disappeared into his underwear were covered in more pubes.

Francis was standing there with his legs apart, a solemn look on his face. He had a straight jawline, high cheekbones and bright green eyes that stared down at him. His thick arms and shoulders twitched with anticipation as Nick entered.

“Hey,” Nick whispered.

Francis threw the towel down and sat down on his bed. “Hey.”

Nick looked around before talking again. “Can I sit?”

Francis gave him a faint smile. “Of course.”

He sat beside him, feeling the heat radiating off his muscular body. Seeing as he was still dry, Nick assumed that he had been just about to take a shower.

“Francis… I wanna say s—”

“No, Nick. I should be apologizing. I probably scared the shit out of you, attacking Matt like that. And… I had no right to get mad.”

“Yes you did!” Nick argued. “That was your brother! I should have told you—we should have told you.”

Francis looked down at his feet, rubbing his thigh awkwardly, as if he didn’t know what to say. “That still doesn’t justify what I did. I just don’t know what came over me…”

Nick shook his head, placing his hand over Francis’. “That doesn’t matter. If someone had done that to me… I would have reacted the same way. I mean, if I could throw a punch.”

Francis chuckled, looking at Nick with a smile. “Nah, I bet you could do some serious damage.”

Nick smirked. “I’m really sorry.”

“So am I. We were never exclusive… I shouldn’t have acted the way I did.”

“Well I forgive you.”

Francis nodded. “Thanks. I forgive you too, Nick.”

Nick continued to stare at him, wondering, for a moment, what would happen. Francis looked back, bringing himself to meet Nick’s eyes. They were both silent, hearts thumping quickly in their chests as their pulses rose. With their hands still touching, they began to lower their gazes to each other’s mouths, wanting, desperately, to taste the other. They suddenly began to lean in closer, feeling the air around them swell with heat. They were were close enough to feel each other’s breath, when the door suddenly opened.

“You two make-up?” Matt’s voice came.

They both broke out of it, breaking contact and awkwardly clearing their throats as Matthew waltzed in.

“Yeah,” Francis muttered, his voice cracking.

Matt grinned. “Fucking ace! That’s my bro,” he yelled, slapping Francis on his back. Nick was rather surprised at the bond between the two. But at the same time, he was just happy that he hadn’t ruined the brothers’ relationship.

“Look, I gotta shower,” Francis muttered to them. They took the hint.

“Say Nick, you eaten yet?” Matt asked him.

Nick nodded. “Yeah but, I don’t mind getting a snack.”

Matt nodded. “C’mon there’s some stuff downstairs…” He lead him down, closing Francis’ door behind him. Nick stared at Matt. He was wearing the same, tight shirt from before. He was also wearing his pink baseball cap, which made him look insanely cuter. He flashed Nick his pearly white teeth and lead him to the kitchen.

“You want a beer?” he asked him.

Nick shook his head. “No, I’m good.”

He shrugged. “Alright.” Matt put a hand down his pants and adjusted his junk, as if he was getting hard already. It turned Nick on.

“Do you wanna play some video games or—”

“I want something else,” Nick blurted, staring at Matthew’s bulging body and bright blue eyes. He wanted to take the stud into his mouth right there in the kitchen, and he had half a mind to pounce on the jock himself. In fact, he thought he saw an inviting look sprawled across Matt’s face…

Nick walked closer to him, looking blatantly down at his crotch and then back up to his face. “If you’re leaving tomorrow, I want to you fuck me. One last time.” He put a hand to Matt’s waist, watching the stud’s penis stir in his pants. “We can be quick, while Francis is showering.”

“N-nick…” Matt sighed, feeling Nick’s small hands reach down to his groin, grabbing the inseam of his jeans and rubbing his bulging goods.

Then, Nick took a step back and sat up on the counter of the kitchen. “Are you horny, like I am?” He spread his legs wide apart, beginning to pull his t-shirt off. “Do you wanna fuck me?”

“Nick… I do but, Francis is upstairs. He could come down at any minute.”

For a moment, Nick didn’t know whether to continue. But the stiffy in his pants was thinking for him, and it was telling him to go for it.

Nick grinned at Matt. “Then he can watch. He won’t mind…”

“You sure?” he asked him, getting close to Nick, so close that the tent in his jeans was inches away from edge of the counter, and his big, rough hands were beginning to slide over Nick’s ass, his fingers finding their way into his pants.

“Yes, daddy. I’m sure.” Nick teased him, lowering his voice to seduce him. His proximity with Francis, along with their near-kiss, had turned him on. And if Francis didn’t want to do it with Nick, then he’d settle for Matt. One last time.

“Right here?” His face was excited, and there was a look of mischief. The horny stud was up for taking a risk. “We could go somewhere else…”

Nick’s shirt was off, and he reached down to unbuckle Matt’s belt. “No. I want it right here, right now. Take me on this counter, daddy. Fuck me on it.”

“It’ll be rough, then,” Matt whispered, his hot breathe on Nick’s face, just above his lips. He could taste the jock already.

“The rougher the better,” he replied, freeing Matt’s pants of his belt. He didn’t feel like being babied or taken care of. He was horny, and he needed some good, rough sex. His mind strayed back to Francis, but as Matthew breathed on him, Nick forced himself to pay attention. He reached down again, rubbing the long, hard shaft in his jeans, and feeling it convulse under his fingers.

“I wanna fuck your ass so bad, Nick,” Matt said, beginning to pull Nick’s jeans off. His voice was weak as he talked, seduced by Nick’s touch and his look of horniness.

“I want you to fuck me, Matt,” Nick said, putting his lips overtop Matt’s and slipping his tongue onto his. “Fuck me so hard that I can’t walk. I want to remember every minute. Do it and I’ll blow you. You can cum in my mouth, and I’ll swallow every drop.”

Matt grinned, licking Nick’s mouth and slobbering all over his face. “You’ve got a deal, lil bro.”

Nick’s pants were off in an instant. Matthew pulled them off hard, making Nick giggle and moan. Matt rubbed his hands up Nick’s thighs and kissed his navel, then finally pulled off his underwear. Matt pulled down his own jeans too, pushing his pants and his boxers down to his ankles, too eager to take them completely off.

Nick’s legs were open to Matthew like a dirty slut, displaying his hole to him like a filthy whore begging to be dominated. He wanted Matt to violate him in the nastiest way, to shoot his hot spunk inside his hole and all over his body. Nick’s pink hole puckered and clenched, begging to be fucked by the jock’s firm, rigid cock.

Matt put his fingers inside Nick’s ass first, spitting on his hole and rubbing his pink opening. He wanted to tease the teenager and until he was on his hands and knees, physically begging to be impaled by his erect penis.

“Uhhnnn…” Nick groaned, feeling Matt’s four big fingers enter him, filling him up until they were as far in as he could reach. He wiggled them around, watching in pleasure as Nick’s face twisted and his mouth opened to whisper the stud’s name.

“Matt… that feels soo good.”

“Yeahh, you like that?” Matt put his hands to Nick’s ass and pushed his legs further up into the air, so that his ankles rested on Matt’s broad, muscular shoulders and that the stud’s dick was inches away from the pulsing hole.

“Yes, daddy. Ugh, just like that.”

Matt took his fingers in and out, making the twink shake as he lay on his back, the cold marble counter underneath him. His nipples were hard and his chest rose and fell quickly, sighing in ecstasy as the thick fingers dug deep into him. When Matt came over him, he kissed Nick again and then sucked on his chest, using his tongue to flick his nipples. His fingers went in even further, and Nick let out a squeal.

“Unh! Matt, put it inside me. Put your big fucking cock inside me, daddy.”

“Yeah? You wanna be fucked like a little slut?”

“Yes daddy, fuck me like I’m a dirty boy.”

“You are a dirty boy, Nick, and I’m gonna put my cock inside your tight little cunt,” Matt said, sucking on Nick’s lips and tongue. Then, he withdrew his hand from the teenager’s ass and pushed his throbbing member down with his thumb so that it reached the puckering asshole. Then, as he retracted his foreskin and began to insert his dick into Nick, the teenager wailed.

“Uhhhnnn! Fuck!” Nick could feel the hard, smooth head explore his entrance. Then, the veiny schlong expanded his hole and thrusted itself inside of him, spewing salty pre-cum and lubing up his hole.

“That’s right, I’m gonna fuck you raw, bitch,” Matt smiled, watching Nick react to his dirty words. “No lube or anything. I’m going in dry.” He adjusted the cap on his head, while rubbing Nick’s body.

“Yeaahh, daddy. Fuck me raw. I deserve it.”

“You know it, bitch. Sluts get punished.”

Nick closed his eyes and laid his head against the counter. “Ohhh fuckk…” He used his hands to spread his cheeks and make it easier on himself as Matt’s nine inches of erect, sizzling meat penetrated his asshole.

“Ffffuuckk…” Matt moaned, finally putting all of himself into Nick. His groin was pressed against the teenager’s ass and his long pubes tickled Nick’s nuts. Nick looked up at Matt and smiled, lifting himself so that he could reach Matthew’s herculean body and feel up his rigid abs and large, bulging pecs. His biceps flexed and his veins popped as Matt clenched onto Nick’s waist, pushing himself deeper inside the meaty ass.

“You’re so hard,” Nick said, feeling the massive boner tremble inside of his anus as well as the toned, protruding muscles on his body. Nick’s legs shook as Matt piled himself into his ass, snaking his big hands up Nick’s sides.

“I’m hard for you, bro,” Matt muttered, biting his lower lip as he began to pull himself back out. From what Nick could see of his cock, the skin was pulled all the way behind his huge, red head, and his shaft was covered in massive veins that gushed with his warm blood. He licked his lips, sliding himself out of the teenager’s ass and spat on his pole, trying to make the next thrust easier.

“Uhhnn… fuck me hard…”

Matt began the fucking. He pile-drived himself into Nick’s hole, slapping his groin into the twink’s ass. Nick let out a loud moan, feeling the thick meat invade his body and begin expanding his anus. Matt withdrew half of his dick and thrusted again, pumping himself in and out of the boy’s asshole.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Nick wailed. He felt the jock continually fuck him. The man’s loose, heavy balls flung themselves into his ass, making loud noises. And with each lunge of Matt’s waist, Nick’s legs bent further over his body so that his knees touched his chest, pushed down by the stud’s bulging pecs against his thighs and the shoulders upon which Nick’s ankles rested. Matthew was bending the boy in half as he fucked him, humping Nick’s expanding ass and giving his own dick a good time.

“Yeah, daddy! Just like that!”

“Uggghhhh!” Matt grunted. His primitive instincts took over as he drilled Nick’s butt, leaking hot, premature semen into his opening. Matthew was mating with him, tapping his ass with short, deep thrusts and grabbing onto the twink’s shoulders to keep him in line. Meanwhile, Nick was holding onto Matt’s biceps for support, trying to feel more and more of the jock’s thick, veinous shaft as it busted his ass.

Matt’s raw penis was wet with the sweat rolling off both their bodies, as well as the juices of Nick’s butt, and the hunk’s pre-cum. His head was larger than ever, pulsing deep inside of Nick’s anus and warming him up. He pushed himself deeper, pulling his foreskin back more than it could handle. It hurt Matt as much as it hurt Nick to be penetrated, but Matt didn’t care. He was desperate to fuck Nick—to mate with his bitch and show him exactly who the man of the house was.

“You’re my little slut, aren’t you?” Matt asked, whispering to Nick as he lumbered over his body, still recklessly drilling his hole with his hard, meaty shaft. “My dirty fucking faggot?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m your slut. Fuck me like a dirty faggot. Punish me.”

Matt picked Nick up from his armpits and told him to wrap his arms around his neck. The teenager did as Matt told him and then spread his legs around his waist, feeling his round, plump ass with his toes. It was a soft, hairless butt that was as warm as the rest of his body. As Nick clung onto Matt, the stud thrusted himself back into Nick, reaching deeper than before as he cupped the twink’s ass and grabbed hard onto his fleshy cheeks.

“Oh shit, Matt!”

“Fuck, you feel that? I’m deep inside of you, little bro. Yeah, hold onto me. Hold onto your daddy.”

As Nick sat on the counter, he felt the raging cock dig its way further up his anal cavity, the shaft rubbing hard against his prostate. One of Matt’s veins pulsed right where Nick’s g-spot was, and the teenager could feel the stud’s heart beating through his penis. It shot out more pre-cum, making his hole sticky and warming his flesh.

Nick’s body was close to Matt’s, his faint abs rubbed on Matt’s long pubes and the top of his chest was being poked by the stud’s erect nipples and round pecs. His massive arms hung from his sides like two veiny dicks and clung onto Nick’s body, starting to hold him down as Matt pushed himself into him.

“Oh fuck,” Nick whispered, feeling the cock leave his hole and then drive itself back up inside him again.

“I’m so fucking horny,” Matt said, his voice shaky as his breath reached Nick’s face. He held the teenager down on his cock and the counter, and then began to plough him hard and fast.

Nick was yelling as the erect penis invaded his fleshy hole and stabbed at his anus, piercing his body like a large, meaty harpoon and spewing out more jizz, impregnating his body. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Nick screamed, feeling the stud’s loose, heavy balls jump up and down through the air, slapping Matt’s thighs and than whipping back up to meet Nick’s ass.

The pain of Matt’s nuts colliding was both pleasure and pain. As their soft skin touched, it sent chills up Matt’s arched spine and to Nick, the texture of his balls was erotic. But the speed and momentum at which they hit Nick shot pain through Matt’s body and deep into his groin, combined with the hot, fleshy tunnel that completely engulfed the throbbing cock between his legs.

Matt repeatedly ploughed his member into Nick’s cunt, stabbing his body and putting as much of himself inside as he could. Nick’s shouts of pain echoed throughout the kitchen, and the sound of Matt’s balls slapping Nick’s ass was just as loud.

“Shut up, Francis will hear you,” Matt said, still holding onto Nick’s body with full force. The pleasure of the soft, warm hole around his manhood was too great for him to stop. He was too far gone, and he needed to get his nut.

“Uhhn, uhhn, uhhnn!” Matt grunted, shoving his dick deeper and deeper into the teenager. Nick moaned and writhed in Matt’s arms as the stud lifted him off the counter and began to fuck him into the air, humping him like a horny dog, desperate to mate with a bitch.

“Fuck!” Nick said, clenching his teeth. Matt hooked his arms under Nick’s legs while the teenager used his hands to hold Matt’s neck. Matt’s hands still reached Nick’s ass and guided the tight hole up and down his shaft, while simultaneously fucking Nick’s anus like his dick was a piston.

“Uhhhhnnnn! Shit!”

“Fuck!” Matt exclaimed, suddenly slowing down and trying to catch his breath. His tough abs rippled and he slipped his pants off his ankles, walking over to the sofa nearby. He collapsed onto it, with Nick still riding his cock, and let the twink settle himself on top.

“You want me to ride you?” Nick asked, his voice weak after the good dicking he’d just received.

Matt gave him horny grin. “No. You better hold on, bro.” He lifted Nick a little into the air above his cock and began to push his hips up and down into the twink’s ass, thrusting his pelvis hard and fast, making the springs in the sofa squeak.

“Ooohhhh!” Nick moaned, shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw. His hole tightened around Matt’s shaft and his own dick and balls bounced up and down on Matt’s eight pack and soft pubes. His half-hard dick put long lines of pre-cum all over the jock’s body, making him wet. The stud’s pumps were harder, deeper and faster than before. Nick’s hole was beginning to go numb with the pain, and his whole body was shaking in Matt’s embrace. “Fuck, that hurts!”

“Take that dick, dude. I know you can do it.”

Sweat rolled down both of their rugged bodies, and they slid and slipped against each other. The dirty smell of Matt’s hairy armpits and dirty balls filled the air, combined with Nick’s sweaty body and salty jizz.

Matt smiled at the pain and pleasure on Nick’s face. “You dirty little slut. You fucking like that cock?”

Nick opened his eyes, staring right into Matt’s and licking his lips. “I fucking love your cock in my ass, daddy.”

“You’ve got a tight little pussy, Nick. It feels so good. I can feel your cunt throbbing.”

“Uhhnn, I’m throbbing for you, daddy. I want your fat dick deep inside of me.”

Matt suddenly smiled, laughing a bit. He bit his lower lip, slapping Nick’s ass and putting his tongue hard against his cheek. Nick could feel the jock bucking his hips, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of his hole as his tool throbbed and his balls gave a massive lurch forward. Nick felt the stud heave his chest, gasping for air as his muscles tensed. Nick grabbed onto his large pecs for support as Matt pushed him into the air, trying to get as deep inside his hole as possible.

“Fuck!” Matt yelled, putting a hard grip on Nick’s waist as he began to unload his spunk into the teenager’s anus. “I’m cumming!”

“Uhn!” Nick moaned, feeling the enlarged cock inside of him as it swelled with fluid. The hot, sticky semen exploded deep in his asshole, warming Nick’s body and causing him to tremble in pleasure as the jock’s seed shot up inside him and dripped down his flesh. It filled him up, as Matt kept thrusting into him, making Nick feel tingly and horny. He hadn’t shot his own load just yet, but he was ready to.

“I wanna cum,” Nick said to him, rubbing his hands on Matt’s chest as he continued pumping himself in and out.

Then, scaring Nick, a deep voice came from behind him, followed by two large hands that pressed down on his shoulders.

“Not yet,” Francis muttered, soaking wet and wearing nothing but a small towel across his groin.

“F-Francis!” Nick exclaimed, trying to get off Matt.

“Ohh no, you don’t,” Matt said, smiling at him, keeping the boy planted on his shaking dick. He was still unloading deep inside him, though his shots were weak and watery now. His thick cum was beginning to ooze out of Nick’s hole, trailing down his crack and onto his balls. A lot of it dripped down onto Matt’s massive thighs too. “My bro here wants to join, don’t you?” Matt asked.

Francis’ hair was loose and wet, thrown over his forehead. He’d just come out of the shower, and his hairy, muscular body shone like a sweaty athlete’s. “Yeah. I want in.”

Matt grinned like an excited boy, still pumping himself in and out of Nick.

“That okay with you, Nick?” Francis asked.

Nick felt Francis’ hands run up and down his back, his strong and quiet presence invoking masculinity. He felt the bulge in Francis’ towel rub up on his bare skin as he began to slowly hump Nick’s skin. Then, Nick answered. “Yes. I want both of you.”

“Fuck yeah,” Matt said, smiling at him. Then he looked to Francis. “You up with double-teaming this guy?”

Francis nodded. “Yeah,” he said, looking at his brother. Then, he turned to Nick. “But I want your ass,” he murmured. “He’s had you already.”

“I’m yours,” Nick told him.

Matt agreed to it. He turned to Nick. “Looks like I’ll get that blowjob you promised.” His dick was still hard, and Nick was surprised he could go for it twice so quickly. The only other person who Nick had seen get this horny was Francis.

“Get on your knees for me,” Francis asked him, picking Nick off of Matt’s long, wet dick. Francis pushed Nick down onto the sofa, pulling him closer to the edge so that Francis could stand over him and be close enough to plough him with his cock. He was gentle as he did it, however, going slowly with him and caressing his soft, naked skin with each touch.

Matt got up, holding his dick in his hand and waving it across Nick’s face. “Take it,” Matt told him, leading it to his mouth. Long lines of cum went all over the place. Nick gently put his fingers on Matt’s waist and leaned his head forward. He put his hands on the massive dick, which was very warm to the touch. His fingers entwined with the long blond pubes at his base. They were soft and curly, and as Nick moved in towards the stud’s cock, Nick could feel his own erection leaking pre-cum over the couch. It was fully hard now, thanks to Francis’ own member looking for a way inside him.

Then, he gently put his lips to the head of Matt’s cock, kissing the tip and taking the base of his shaft into his hand. He pulled the foreskin down, exposing his bulging, red head. He tasted the jock’s cum, and the fluids of his own asshole as he inserted his erection into Nick’s mouth. Nick opened up more to lick the swollen head of his penis and then slobber against his thick, rigid shaft.

“Fuuucck…” Matt gasped, feeling Nick’s soft lips against his tip. The teenager pushed his tongue onto Matt’s head, massaging the most sensitive part of his body and making the jock moan. Matt’s legs felt weak, and his balls got heavy as they filled with more sperm.

Nick licked up the few drops of pre-cum that leaked from the shaft and looked up at Matt. “You like that?”

“Ugghhh… yeah. Your mouth’s amazing, bro…” Matt whispered, putting his hands through Nick’s hair and slowly guiding his mouth back to his throbbing, wet schlong.

Then, Nick felt Francis’ rough hands latch onto his waist. Nick arched his back for him, wanting to feel the hunk’s cock once again, and to service the man who’d taken away his virginity. He exposed his wet, gooey hole to him, showing him that he’d been used but that he was ready to take in more. He was lubed up for Francis, and his cunt was pulsing with desire for his daddy’s cock.

Francis dropped his towel, exposing his naked, herculean body. It was still wet and glistening, dripping occasionally with cool water. The stud spat on his hand and rubbed it across his hardening cock, desperate to lube himself up. He spread the liquid over his bouncing tool and then onto Nick’s asshole. It felt warm and inviting to Nick, and it tickled him.

The stud ignored the spunk currently inside of Nick, not wanting to think about the fact that his own brother had just unloaded inside of him. But it was hot. Nick was being used like a cheap whore, and the boy liked every second of it. Francis could tell by the way the teenager pushed his asshole into Francis’ face that he was waiting for him to enter. He needed another good dicking.

Francis huge pink dick was completely swollen, and as he smacked it onto the perky white ass before him, huge strands of pre-cum went flying. “I’m going in,” Francis muttered, spreading the white cheeks apart and rubbing his dick inside of them. He got his brother’s cum all over his shaft, mixed with Nick’s sweat.

“Do it. Fuck me, Francis,” Nick murmured, with Matt’s dick still throbbing in his mouth. It spewed out more cum every so often, and Matt’s big blond pubes plugged up his nose while he pumped into him.

As Francis pressed the throbbing pink head of his dick onto Nick’s little hole, Nick gasped loudly, making both of the brothers laugh. For Francis, it was weird to see his brother at Nick’s head, sticking his dick into someone’s mouth. The sight mesmerized Francis, almost as if seeing his brother fuck a dirty mouth, and watching his muscles flex and twitch, turned him on.

Despite this, the thing that pleasured Francis the most was watching Nick writhe in pain with each touch of Francis’ hand and hot, throbbing cock. And there was the fact that hot cum still oozed out of his cunt, dripping down his balls and bare thighs. The boy’s dick was fully hard, wanting Francis’ member to attack his hole.

Just the tip had gone inside, and Nick moaned loudly. He grit his teeth and clenched his fist. He grabbed onto the sofa’s fabric, trying to brace for the jock’s cock while steadily massaging Matt’s cock with his mouth.

Nick felt heat rush through his body, and his balls began to ache with ecstasy. His ass was shaking in anticipation—he’d never had someone put something in his ass while a dick was in his mouth, and especially not when his asshole was already filled to capacity with spunk. Matt’s baby-makers were still inside him, keeping him warm.

“Mmmmm…” Nick moaned, as Francis began to push his schlong further down into his perky ass. His sounds turned on Matt, who put his hands onto his ass and began pushing his own cock into Nick’s mouth. Francis was going slow, trying to show Nick that he could please him just as well as his brother, if not more. Francis wanted to fuck Nick, and he was going to do it right this time.

“I forgot how tight you are, fuck.” Francis said. He threw his head back in pleasure as the warm flesh of Nick’s ass engulfed his erect cock and his brother’s cum lathered his shaft.

Nick smiled, while trying to fit as much of Matt’s dick inside his mouth, choking on the hard, fat meat inside of him and coughing up some cum.

“Swallow it…” Matt told him, gently grabbing at his hair.

“Do as he says,” Francis muttered, spanking Nick’s ass. The sound was loud and it turned on both the brothers. Francis loved Nick’s tight little ass and Nick loved being punished.

Nick took the dick out of his mouth long enough to answer, “Yes, daddy.” Then he put it right back inside. The dick expanded in Nick’s mouth as his desperate breaths for air swelled the hunk’s pride. Matt forced it down further, making the teenager struggle for breath.

“Yeah… choke on my dick, bro…” Matt muttered, his deep voice weak as the air escaped his mouth. “Does it taste good?”

Nick let out a faint moan that made Matt’s cock throb in ego. His penis leaked more cum, while Francis thrusted more of himself slowly into Nick’s butt.

“Nick, relax,” Francis calmed him down, rubbing Nick’s ass. He was still lining himself up to his hole. “I’m gonna be slow.”

“No,” Nick begged, wanting to enjoy the fuck as much as he wanted to please Francis. “I want you to be rough. Punish me. I’ve been a bad boy.” Nick wanted to feel pain and he wanted to the jock to dominate him. His own cock was shaking in horniness and at that moment, he’d let the hunk do anything to him.

Francis smiled, rubbing Nick’s soft cheeks. “You sure, baby? It’ll be hard on you.”

Nick took Matt’s fat boner out of his mouth, swallowing his cum. “Do it. I want it. I need you to do it.”

The jock grinned, slapping his ass again. No one made Francis happy the way Nick did. “Alright, baby. I’ll do it like you want.” Then, Francis put more of himself in. Feeling Nick’s warm, tight asshole around his cock was bliss. He had seriously been missing this hole. There were gasps of ecstasy escaping Nick’s lips, and he told Francis to go in all the way. The boy wanted the fucking to begin.

Francis grabbed a fist full of ass in his big, beefy hands. His dick finally went completely inside, and Nick cried out in pain. The stud’s boner was up his ass, throbbing violently. Francis’ hairy groin and balls smacked against his butt, and his thick muscled arms surrounded his small frame.

Francis pulled half of his cock out of Nick and then pushed back in. Nick moaned, feeling the thick, pole of meat expand his hole and slide forward, spewing out more cum. Francis’ head hit his prostate as he did so, and Nick’s body was weakening under both the bros. His dick let out a premature load onto the sofa, splattering his legs. But his red, trembling cock was still fully erect, and it was telling Nick to take the fucking like a man.

Nick eagerly went down on Matt again, swallowing any more salty fluids and fully taking the full length of the stud’s erection. Matthew groaned, throwing his head backwards and shoving his groin harder into Nick’s face. The teenager took more of the meaty hotrod into his mouth, feeling the soft skin twitch against his tongue. “Take that cock, bro. You enjoying my dick?”

“Yeahhh…” Nick moaned, the fat penis still in his mouth.

“Damn… you’re so good. You like my little brother’s dick in your ass?”

Nick nodded again, looking back to see if Francis was enjoying himself. There was a hard look of determination on Francis’ face, but he looked like he was having fun, and his bulky, hairy pecs twitched with each movement Nick made. His biceps flexed, veins popping, as he drilled Nick’s hole, while spanking him hard with the back of his hand. Then, Francis laughed, looking at Matt thrust hard into Nick’s face.

“You’re doing good,” Francis told Nick, stroking his bare back with his large, manly hands. His touch made Nick shiver, but it felt so good to feel the jock’s abs on his body, and his whole groin was covering Nick’s fat ass.

The veins were pulsing hard inside of Nick, as the sweaty penis filled his mouth. The stud let out low moans of ecstasy as Nick went down on him, taking more and more penis. With the dick all the way in, the head now jamming itself hard on the back of Nick’s throat, the teenager choked and on Matthew’s pre-cum, slobbering his spit all over the large member.

“Oh shit… Jesus, Nick.”

Francis thrust forward again. The first few were still slow, as he held Nick’s body down and grasped his smooth back, and then they got harder, and quicker. Nick felt his asshole expand as Francis got deeper and deeper inside of him, his shaft and veins hitting his prostate square on, grinding it until it ached in horrible pain. But Nick loved it.

Francis’ long, bushy pubes bounced off Nick’s ass, as his groin began to smack into him. Nick could feel Francis’s loose balls swing into him too and the sofa was shaking under the stud’s powerful movements. He was built like a god, and his powerful, manly thrusts were enough to impregnate any woman who was bent over before him in just a few quick thrusts. His big balls flung themselves into Nick’s scrotum, making him wince but smile as more semen leaked into his hole, and as Matt’s seed dripped down his legs and his chin.

Nick moaned again, crying out in pain while the cock was still in his mouth. Francis grabbed onto his shoulders and started to rhythmically pump in and out of Nick. Francis himself was grunting like an animal now, the feeling of hot flesh around his boner and watching his brother pump in and out of Nick’s mouth while his abs clenched and flexed.

Nick had to keep his arms below him, against the sofa, in order to stay upright so that Francis could fuck him. He only had his mouth on Matt’s dick, but that’s all he needed.

Nick smiled as he withdrew from the cock, still keeping the glans tight between his lips. Then, as Matt thrusted his groin into Nick’s face again, the dick came hard into his mouth, jamming Nick full. The boy began cocking his head, massaging his lips up and down Matt’s hard shaft. His cum was hot and gritty, mixed with dirty sweat and salty sperm.

“Uggghhhh…” Matt sighed, his voice deep and low. Matthew’s hairy crotch rippled with muscle as Nick sucked him off, salivating all over his rigid, flopping member.

“Mmm…” he smiled at Matt, watching the look of pleasure on the stud’s face. Matt’s dick squirted more pre-cum into his mouth, more beginning to escape Nick’s eager lips and drip down his chin. Nick had to take the dick out in order to swallow it all, and so that he could catch his breath.

“Ohhhh! Yeah, fuck me, Francis!” Nick said, clenching his sofa tighter as Francis’ huge cock pumped in and out of his ass. In a moment, Francis’ chest was digging into his body, his rippling abs on his back, and his big, muscular arms underneath Nick’s pits.

Francis clung onto Nick, fucking him wildly now, moving the teenager’s ass up and down. Francis put one of his big, beefy legs onto the sofa, thrusting like a caveman: raw and full of testosterone. He was desperate to ejaculate into Nick, like he was mating with a bitch in heat. It was wild and savage, tearing Nick’s ass apart and causing him to shake in pain.

“Fuck me, Francis!”

“Jesus Christ… take that cock, baby.”

“Yeah, daddy, just like that!”

“Fuck him, bro,” Matt sighed, smacking his erect cock over Nick’s dirty, sweaty face.

Francis kept pumping, holding Nick beneath him and feeling the teenager’s anus twitch uncontrollably under his waist. Francis began to thrust really hard on Nick, pressing his body weight against him and pushing him into the sofa, making it creak. Nick felt the hotrod go further up his ass, hitting his prostate for a few moments and then reaching even further up as Francis continued to go up inside him.

“Put it back in your mouth,” Matt said, rubbing his boner as he force fed it to Nick. The teenager happily took it in, feeling the engorged cock slide into his mouth.

Nick squeezed his wet lips over Matt’s penis. He went up and down on his shaft, quickening his blows. As Nick picked up the pace, he took even more dick inside his mouth. Matt’s long pubes hit Nick in the face, and he could feel the stiff head attack the backside of his throat, like a meaty baton.

Francis took half his cock out and thrusted again, pressing deep into Nick’s ass and putting his big, rough hands on Nick’s back. They slipped up his body, feeling his bare, muscled back while his own cock embedded itself into the boy’s anus.

“Holy fuck, this feels amazing,” Matt muttered, pumping himself into Nick’s mouth. “You good, brah?” Matt asked Francis.

The jock laughed back at him, smiling. “Yeah, bro. Nick’s taking this dick like a champ.”

Matt grinned. “Same here, dude. Gonna get my nut all over his face.” Nick heard the two brothers high-five each other, while Francis continued to hump Nick’s ass like he was a horny teenager.

Then, Francis began fucking Nick hard and fast again. The jock was moaning and swearing under his breath, as if he hadn’t fucked anything in weeks.

Nick was groaning hard, moaning as Francis’ huge cock pounded him again and again, ramming him up his asshole. The throbbing shaft shot pre-cum inside of him, and Nick could feel it inside, slushing and squirting as the huge cock head came back again for more. It mixed with Matt’s cum, squirting in and out of Nick’s hole and making his anal cavity swell up as it filled with the two men’s seed. Francis’ loose balls flung back and forth, slapping into Nick’s own balls and dick, putting them both in a kind of pain that they enjoyed.

Before he knew it, Nick realized that Matt’s body was shaking, and his cock was pulsing uncontrollably. Nick felt the hard dick shudder with heat, and the stud’s balls bounced furiously, banging against his chin and neck and flying across Matt’s legs and crotch.

Then, Nick could feel the hunk’s penis harden even more. He saw the pair of balls contract, lurching hard against Matt’s dick as they pushed a load of cum through his body. It made Matthew’s hips tense and the veins in his crotch bulged with power.

“Ohhhh fuck!” he moaned, trying to keep his voice low.

The sperm surged through groin and shot its way through Matt’s dick, making his member throb inside Nick’s mouth.

“I’m cumming, Nick! FUCK!” he yelled, putting both his hands tight around Nick’s head and shoving his face into his groin. He held him there as the wave of pleasure swept over his body.

The sofa creaked and rocked hard under both their motion as Francis grabbed Nick’s bright white ass and slammed it against his hard abs and groin, rubbing the fat globes before him as he thrusted.

The loads of sperm came hard and fast out of Matt’s dick, covering the back of Nick’s throat and smearing the top and bottom of his mouth. The fat wad of cum was hot and steaming, salty like the hunk’s sweaty skin.

“Uhhhhnnnnn!” Matt exclaimed, as he ejaculated into Nick’s warm mouth.

Hot, sticky wads of cum shot into Nick’s gullet, lubricating his throat and filling his mouth with fresh, steaming sperm. The thick, salty substance was smooth, gorging his mouth as three more fat loads followed the first two. Matt’s dick kept shaking, while he continually thrusted himself inside, keeping his muscular thighs tight against Nick’s face. He rubbed his abs up and down, feeling his sweaty muscles.

When finally the spurts of cum began to die down, Matt let himself slowly ease in and out of his mouth while Francis continued fucking him.

“Uhhhnnn, yeah! Fuck me like that,” Nick barely muttered, unable to talk while breathing so hard. He watched a few drops of cum drip out of Matt’s piss-slit. He quickly licked it up, not wanting any of Matt’s sperm to go to waste. His manly fluid tasted good, and Nick wanted every bit.

Francis couldn’t speak. His moans and heavy breaths were loud enough to tell Nick he was enjoying every moment of fucking his ass. Francis began thrusting hard and fast again. He slapped Nick’s ass, putting a bright pink handprint on it as Nick yelled in pain.

“Fuck yeah!” Francis yelled, grabbing the hair on Nick’s head and pulling him back. “Tell me you like that.”

“Yeah I do, daddy! Just fuck me like that, grab my hair. Punish me!”

Francis didn’t let go. He kept his fist on Nick’s hair, pulling his head back and thrusting his fat meaty cock into the large ass before him. His other hand was latched on tight to Nick’s waist.

“Oohhhhhh, Francis! I’m gonna cum!” Nick moaned.

Francis grinned, feeling the teenager’s asshole quiver. “Yeahh, you gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna cum for daddy?”

“Yeeaahhh, daddy! Ooohhh shit, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Nick’s asshole clenched tight on Francis’ huge dick, squeezing the life out of it and causing him to moan in pain. Then, fat loads of spunk erupted from Nick’s cock, whipping back and forth all across the sofa, while spraying Francis’ hairy thighs and Matt’s trembling groin. Nick didn’t even have to touch his dick as he came, for Francis’ rough, dominate fucking was enough to do the trick. His wagging boner continued to spray the sofa.

As Nick came, Francis continued pummelling Nick’s hole, humping his ass and thrusting his cock deep inside him the entire time. The boy’s body collapsed after the intense fucking, but Francis help him up, eager to finish inside of him. Nick barely had the energy to go on, but he wanted to please his daddy, and he let Francis hold him up against his hard, flexing body.

“Arrghh!” Francis groaned, feeling the teenager’s ass clench hard against his cock, milking out every bit of his sperm inside the walls of his anus, and squeezing life from him. Despite the pain, Francis couldn’t stop himself from pumping in and out of Nick.

“Uuuhhhnnnn, fuck!” Nick felt Francis’ huge, toned, muscular arms wrap tighter around him, and Francis’ own dick twitched uncontrollably inside of him as Nick moaned. Francis felt Nick’s balls tighten and he knew things were about to get wet.

As Nick took in a huge breathe of air, he felt another fiery surge of sperm encompass his entire groin. His six inches shuddered with euphoria and more cum exploded from his tip. It shot out at the sofa, covering the seats and soaking everything in sight. Francis continued to fuck the life out of Nick, going deeper and faster, as the cum dripped out of his cock.

“Oh god…” Nick mumbled, barely able to speak as a few last bursts of his second load escaped his dick and dripped out onto the sofa.

Francis was fucking him hard and fast, his thrusts shorter but still managing to reach the throbbing depths of Nick’s plump little ass. His breaths were laboured and weak. Inside of him, Nick felt Francis’ cock give a violent series of jerks, and his testicles began to quiver. “Jesus, I’m gonna cum, Nick!”

Nick’s ass shaking and squeezing Francis’ cock got the jock over the top. His hips bucked and his muscles flexed. With a huge jerk, his low, loose balls jumped. His groin convulsed and his dick turned numb with euphoria. “Do it daddy,” he moaned. His voice was soft and raspy. “Cum inside me.”

“I’m cumming,” Francis said weakly, barely able to get his words out.

“Cum inside my ass, daddy,” Nick said back, feeling Francis’ balls contract. “Fill me up.”

“Ohh fuck! Uggggghhhhhh!” Francis pushed himself up onto Nick, squishing his whole body down onto the sofa. Huge, powerful pumps of hot cum filled Nick’s ass, bubbling and oozing. The jock kept thrusting, his thick hairy legs pressed against Nick and his hard nipples digging into his back. He kept Nick’s ass on his groin, still clinging on, fucking slowly and deeply.

Francis was still humping him slowly as three more oozing loads of spunk shot from his schlong and into the teenager’s asshole. His big cock kept throbbing, and Francis was holding Nick’s entire body tight in his arms, his face flat against Nick’s back. Francis went in and out of the teenager’s hole, his hands wrapped around his torso.

Nick whined in a high voice as the jock’s dick began to turn soft inside him, and the cum filling him up now began to leak out of his hole, dripping down his crack, balls and legs. Francis withdrew his member, which made Nick sigh out in relief. Nick collapsed onto the sofa, watching the two McCarthy brothers slowly stroke their soft dicks as they stared at Nick.

“Damn, that was amazing to watch,” Matt said, slapping his younger brother’s naked, sweaty ass. His dick was hard again and as he sat there, rubbing his boner, he cracked a smile at both his sibling and at dick. “Got me horny again.”

“Thanks, bro,” Francis replied, a bit embarrassed. His dick was still half-hard, and swinging to and fro like a pendulum. Matt’s member was no different. Francis fist-bumped Matt and then sat down on the coffee table, his beefy, muscular legs spread wide apart and his testicles still exposed. Matt sat next to Nick, doing the same. He slowly rubbed his cum-stained hands over Nick’s back, feeling his developing muscles.

“You need help with that?” Nick asked Matt, smiling as he licked some more of the hunk’s cum off his mouth.

Matt got up, still stroking his cock. “Yeah, dude. You mind?”

Nick shook his head, opening his mouth for him. “Not at all.”

Matt stuck his dick back inside Nick’s mouth, forcing his hips into the boy’s face and pushing him against the sofa, fucking him slowly with his swollen member and making him gag on his throbbing, meat.

“Uhnn, mmmmmm,” Nick moaned, tasting the jock spurt the last remains of his warm cum, while the stud braced through the pain of being hard again after just having shot such a hard load. Yet he was still ready to burst, and his penis felt like it was being ripped apart by the softness of Nick’s wet hole.

“Shit… I’m getting hard too,” Francis said, playing with his dick as he watched his brother plough Nick’s face. His head was dripping, still exposed through his foreskin and hanging low like a third arm. His balls were low and loose too, swinging wildly with each step he took towards the two of them.

“Wanna join?” Matt teased, taking his member out while Nick took quick, rapid breaths. “I’m gonna fucking shoot all over his face.”

Nick grinned. “Do it. I want it.”

Francis smiled, a bit embarrassed. His dick wasn’t going down, so he guessed the only way to put his monster to sleep was by unloading another few wads of spunk. He wondered if it was possible. “Yeah, I’ll try.”

Matt laughed a bit, while smacking his fat member across Nick’s face, making the twink moan. He hit his mouth and dirty lips, covering his skin with streaks of cum. Then, Francis lifted his heavy dick and waited until he thought it was okay.

“Shoot it on me,” Nick told him, looking hungrily at Francis’ cock. “On my face. I want you to.” The boy was still desperate for dick, needing the jocks to feed him once again. And this time he wanted to taste Francis’ seed too.

“Uhnnnn, fuck,” Matt groaned, beginning to jack himself overtop Nick’s horny face. He was picking up the pace as his brother stood next to him, both their legs pressed against each other as they fought for space on Nick’s face, both their dicks barely inches apart. Both their balls were flying, slapping against his fists and their muscular thighs. Nick watched in pleasure, rubbing his own awakening dick as the two muscular brothers jacked themselves right in front of him, their bodies touching as they moaned and made horny faces.

“Fuckkk…” Francis began, holding his dick and trying to stop his legs from shaking as he urged to shoot over Nick’s open mouth.

“Do it,” Nick encouraged him, looking up at both the brothers, wanting to swallow their seed.

“Fuck!” Matt blurted, bucking his hips as he clenched his cock. A load flew out of his tip, landing on Nick’s forehead with a splash. More loads followed, shooting at high speeds over the boy’s nose and mouth, covering his face.

The sight of his brother cumming over Nick’s face was hot. Francis picked up his own pace, suddenly breathing hard as his dick gave a powerful lurch. “Shit!” His fat cock exploded over the twink, spurting fat, steaming wads onto the boy’s extended tongue and plugging up his nostrils as Nick panted for sperm.

“Jesus!” Francis yelled, whacking his balls into Nick’s chin as he filled the boy’s face with his babymakers, unloading what remained onto his pink, sweaty face. The dirty film of sweat covering Francis’ entire body dripped down his chest and hairy abs, just like it rolled down Matt’s pink, smooth pink pecs.

The beach hunk panted hard, his abs rising and falling as he continued rubbing his schlong. The last few drops fell into Nick’s mouth before Nick swallowed everything down, wiping some from his face and licking it off of his fingers like it was candy.

Francis’s balls bounced slowly and his dick began to go flaccid as his thick, creamy load dripped down his shaft and down Nick’s face. The boy gulped down the remaining drops off his head before moving onto Matt. Then, when the twink had had his fill, and the two brothers were completely empty, the three of them collapsed onto the slippery, cum-stained couch, all still buck nude.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Nick admitted, blushing uncontrollably.

Francis smiled at him. “I know,” he said, playing with Nick’s soft dick without realizing it.

Matthew patted Nick’s faint abs, feeling the cum on his body. “Definitely gonna miss this.” He had already noticed exactly where his brother’s hand was headed.

Nick nodded, looking at the two brothers. “So… who’s gonna clean up?”

Matt smiled again. “Why don’t I fetch us some beers first?”


Nick has a wild dream involving Francis and Matt – Chapter 7 – A Very Wet Dream


The same day that both the McCarthy brothers had fucked him, Nick got drunk at their house before he left. He headed home with a sore ass that ached with each step he took. Both hunks had fucked him hard, and he thought about them every time he sat down, with a smile on his face. Nick fell asleep in bed thinking about their erect dicks and sweaty, bulging bodies. Unknowingly, he leaked a bit in his bed, whispering their names as he drifted into sleep. He dreamt of long, endless days with the two hunks, and how they’d pile load after load into his ass and mouth, planting their seed deep within him and using him to get off. It was the best dream he had in a long time.

However, the booze had made his mind race with other, stranger dreams. They were about things he’d thought about only in secret, things that didn’t even make sense. He thought of Francis and Matt… their sexy, herculean bodies and the way both of the brothers had fought over him. How they’d both just worked together to fuck Nick until all three of them came.

It rained hard that night, which was a relief after the strange, warm weather they’d been having recently. The pattering of the rain seeped into Nick’s dreams, and soon he found himself in the strangest of thoughts. He snuggled up into his bed, his naked body embracing the sheets and his penis stirring in arousal. He had a hard-on in no time, and though he wasn’t aware of it, the teenager was in for a very wet dream…

Nick dreamt of the next morning. It was the day that Matt was also going back to California. His flight was at twelve but that didn’t stop him from hanging out with his bro, even with the rain. That morning, Francis and Matthew had managed to get up early and headed outside to toss a football between each other. It would be a while since they’d see each other again, so the two bros wanted to spend a little bit more time with each other.

They played in their little rugby shorts, which got just as wet as the rest of them, and threw the ball back and forth, occasionally going long or tackling one another. Their shirts were off, which meant that the downpour soaked their hard, muscular bodies on the field. While they played, the two of them talked about sports, sex, and most importantly, Nick.

“So… you’re sure you weren’t weirded out by last night?” Matt asked him, catching the football easily in his large biceps and then tossing it back to his brother.

Francis shook his head, while pushing his hair out of his face. “Nah. Besides, it was my idea. You guys deserved to fuck one last time before you left, and I was just really horny.”

Matt laughed, catching the ball again. “Double-teaming with you is fun, bro. Remember back when we fucked Alyssa?”

Francis suddenly turned red, trying to hide his embarrassment. The both of them had fucked the chick good—Francis’ dick impaled her pussy while Matt stuck his junk in her ass. It suddenly made since why Matt had volunteered to take the back door. “Yeah, dude,” he chuckled, grinning like a pervert. “I remember.”

Matt caught the ball and threw it back, watching the rain slick off his brother’s beefy body. The water ran down his large, broad shoulders and veiny traps. His wide, chunky pecs were covered in fine, brown hair, which ran down the rest of his body: down his six-pack, across his waist and then it grew into a wild jungle at his crotch. Francis’ happy trail was a forest of its own, and the pubes around his dick were just as densely populated.

Francis’ stubble had grown out, and the hair on his head was beginning to get long too. It was a bit curly now, but still entirely messy, especially in the rain. His prominent cheek bones and bright green eyes set him apart from other guys, and not for the first time, Matt realized just how hot his younger brother was.

“I wish we could do that more often,” Matt muttered, “y’know… fuck some holes together.” Matt threw the ball to him. Francis’ hairy abs rippled as he stretched to catch the ball. His biceps were large and veiny, and his soft, rugged face scrunched up into a grunt as he took the ball in his hands. Matt watched Francis’ shorts stretch up as he jumped to catch the football.

Francis laughed again, looking at Matthew. “Who’s hole, exactly? Nick?” Francis’ muscular, hairy thighs were exposed for all the world to see, and the bulge in his shorts was fairly obvious. More water ran down Francis’ half-naked body, and what little clothing he had on was dripping heavily.

Matt could see the long, thick imprint of Francis’ dick sticking against the cloth, and the base of his member was visible through his long pubes as Francis caught the ball. Matt shook his head at him. “No. Not Nick. I know you have feelings for him.”

Francis tensed. “No I don’t.”

“Don’t lie to me, bro. You basically admitted it to me the other day.”

Francis tossed the ball at him angrily. Matt could see the muscles on Francis’ thighs jiggle, and his loose, wet balls shook in his tiny, sporty attire. “He’s a good guy and I just don’t want him to get hurt. So what if I care about him?”

Matt shrugged. His brother was cute when he was angry—cuter than usual. He wondered why it was so hard for him to get a girl. “There’s nothing wrong with it, Francis. Except, you ought to tell Nick how you feel. What if he finds someone else to fuck? What if he gets a boyfriend? You’ll feel like shit when he leaves you for someone else.”

Francis caught the ball and squeezed it hard with his palms. The veins in his biceps popped and his arms flexed violently, along with his abs and pecs. He was definitely angry, but he wasn’t sure at what (or who) exactly. “Nick can do whatever the fuck he wants. I don’t give a shit. As long as he doesn’t skip out on me when I need sex, I really don’t care. I don’t have feelings for him.”

Matt shook his head. “Francis… don’t be like that.”

“Like what, Matt? What exactly am I being?”

“You’re being a pussy. You’re scared of what you might feel for Nick. I’m telling you to face your feelings so that you don’t get hurt when Nick finds someone else, like he found me when you weren’t hitting it right.”

Francis hesitated, then angrily threw the ball at Matt, almost catching him in the face. Matt expected as such, and didn’t blame him. He’d pushed the few buttons that Francis didn’t like. His younger brother was very protective of his masculinity, especially when Matt was around, so this response wasn’t a surprise.

Matt tried to reason with him. “You shouldn’t care about what others will think, Francis. Just do what you feel is right,” he said, scratching his wet balls as he kept the football from Francis. His brother had his hands on his waist, waiting for Matt to pass the football back. His cleats were soaked and his bare legs were still dripping, along with his brawny torso and bulging member.

“Take some time. Go hunting or something, maybe a night in the woods. Just clear your mind and think about what you want. I’m trying to help you, bro. I’ve been through this before and when I didn’t act on my feelings, I got hurt real bad.”

Francis looked to the ground, not sure what to make of things. His brother usually gave great advice and hadn’t steered him wrong before, especially when it came to girls. But this was different—this had to do with a guy. And if Francis knew anything, it was that all guys wanted sex. What if that was all Nick wanted from Francis? He had no intention of embarrassing himself in front of him. “I guess…” he started.

Matt grinned, rubbing his wet ass. “Trust me. It’ll help. A day or two away from all this.” He threw the ball back, making Francis’ pecs bounce as he went long to catch it. When Francis finally ran back towards him, he had a faint smile on his face. He walked right up to Matt and threw the football down, opening his arms to embrace Matt in a hug.

“Thanks, man…” Francis whispered, feeling his brother’s wet, slippery body against his. They patted each other’s backs, and their groins pressed each other. They could feel the other dude’s wet dick, but they didn’t care. They were brothers and had seen each other naked more times than they could count. And most importantly, they loved one another.

Matt gave Francis a short little kiss on his cheek, slapping his ass. “No prob, bro.” Then, as Francis pulled away from their hug, Matt put a hand down to his brother’s crotch and bounced his loose, wet balls in his hands, teasing him. “Now you gonna turn soft on me or are we gonna play?”

Francis smacked Matt’s arms away, laughing. He picked up the ball and passed it to Matt, running away so that his brother could throw a long one. His powerful, burly thighs surged with power as he planted his legs into the tough ground, running across the open field to intercept the throw. His large, half-naked body was drenched in rain and more came down on his wet muscles, cooling his hot, pumping body.

Matt threw him a pass and watched as his brother ran into the ground to catch it, sliding across the wet grass. When he got up, his whole front was covered in mud, and his body looked even hotter than before. He was a dirty guy, and it kinda turned Matt on. If it wasn’t for the cold water, Matt would have had a tent in his shorts right about then.

“That was a dirty throw!” Francis yelled, laughing as he tried to get the mud off his cock. He pulled his shorts down, not caring if Matt saw his long, fat member, and rubbed the dirt off himself.

“No, you just suck dick at catching!” Matt grunted, teasing his brother.

Francis shook his head, laughing some more as he watched Matt pretend to hump the air at him. Then, when Francis wasn’t looking, Matthew stuck a hand down his shorts and adjusted himself. Talking about Nick had aroused him, and he suddenly realized just how much he was going to miss the teenager. But Nick belonged to Francis—not Matt. He’d just have to find someone else. And right then, it looked like he might have found a hole to distract him. Or maybe, it was a dick he was after…

Francis was running towards him with the ball, pretending to dodge big players and twirling stupidly in the air to bypass the opponent. Then, he passed the ball to Matt, mud still covering most of his bare body, and chased after him, seeing if he could catch up and get him in a tackle.

Matt went slow deliberately. He could tel that Francis was having some issues with his masculinity and he knew that Francis looked up to him in every way. He didn’t want his brother to feel any worse, so he let Francis tackle him. He regret it instantly.

Matt’s shorts came down to his ankles in a flash as he hit the muddy ground. He felt Francis’s arms and face on his calves, and his own dick was cold and wet.

“Fuck!” Matt yelled, turning around suddenly and desperately trying to pull his shorts back up. He saw Francis sitting up, laughing hysterically as he stared at Matt’s ass and dick, flopping around in the wet dirt.

“Shut up,” Matt laughed back, his face turning pink. Francis was sitting with his legs wide apart, and his balls bulging through his trunks. There was mud all over his lower body and he was too tired to even care. The two brothers just sat on the cold ground, laughing and giggling, until they finally found the strength to get back up. They trudged back up to the house, kicking off their shoes and heading upstairs to shower.

“Good game, boys?” their father asked, raising an eyebrow as his two filthy sons came stomping through the kitchen.

“Yeah, dad, ” Matt smiled.

“You two better clean up before your mother sees,” he told them, drinking coffee out of his mug. “We’re not driving you to the airport like that.”

Francis scratched at his muddy balls, which were sticking out of his shorts by now. “We’re on it.”

Their father gave Matt a spank on his ass before they went upstairs, then sat down and began to read the paper. He missed seeing his boys hanging out.

It didn’t take long for the both of them to get naked. Francis and Matt lumbered into the same shower, turning on the water and hastily rubbing the dirt off their bodies. They squeezed in under the shower head, occasionally pushing and punching each other in order to get directly beneath it. The boys liked being physical with each other and it showed.

“Quit touching my ass, dude,” Francis laughed.

“Then stop staring at my dick,” Matt retorted.

Francis rubbed his slick, hairy body, getting rid of the mud and watching it run down his long, flaccid dick. He squeezed his member and pulled on it, touching himself in pleasure while cleaning. Matt easily noticed his brother getting a bit hard and wondered what exactly he was up to. He also wondered if he could get away with doing the same thing.

Matt turned around so that his fat, meaty ass was facing his brother. He knew Francis enjoyed a good, bulky butt. Matt rubbed his cheeks and ran the water through his crack, before stepping close enough to Francis so that his butt rubbed up against Francis’ dick. The hairy jock didn’t object, aware that there wasn’t much space for the two of them in the shower.

When Matt turned back around, his dick was half hard, although it was too heavy to stick upward. It was a large, pole of man meat, throbbing violently and rising with each passing second. It wouldn’t be long until Matthew was fully erect.

Francis couldn’t help but stare at his brother’s large member. He tugged on his own dick, feeling blood gush through his shaft. He was also getting harder by the second, and he wanted sweet release.

Matt was rubbing his cock, stroking his shaft gently as Francis watched on, doing the same to his own dick. Matt let him watch, teasing him a little and letting him rub up on his butt. Francis felt his mouth water, and he knew that in a few moments, he would be just as hard as his brother was.

Matt was rubbing his schlong now, fapping at a good pace, swinging his low balls wildly back and forth. He was almost fully erect, but his head was completely exposed, jutting out from his foreskin. Then, he picked up his speed, slowly thrusting the air and grunting with each jerking motion.

Francis stared, bleary-eyed, as his brother jacked off in front of him. He’d seen him do it countless times before, and Matt had seen Francis do it, but this was different. Matt was inches away from Francis’ body, and his ass was rubbing up on the jock’s side.

“You don’t mind… if I jerk off, right?” Matt huffed, leaning against the tiled wall and arching his back, as if to show Francis what he was missing out on.

“N-no,” Francis answered, absent-mindedly rubbing his own erection, which was covered in bulging blue veins. His brother was making him horny.

“Fuck,” Matt muttered, humping the air fast, ripping his arm back and forth as his balls jerked all of the place and his penis shot pre-cum all over the wall.

“Uhhhhnnn…” Francis moaned silently, feeling his dick stiffen and convulse in his hand. He was jacking off too now, going a little quicker than before. His one hand cupped his balls while his other pleasured his fat pink cock.

Francis watched, mesmerized, as the stud thrusted the air, making his fat ass clench and expelling deep, powerful moans and grunts. The jock continued to wank, rubbing his ass with one hand and his member with the other. Was it not for the sound of the shower coming down beside him, Francis was sure the entire house would be filled with Matt’s horny groans, the fapping sound of his foreskin, and his balls smacking into his legs.

“Uhhhnnn… fuck,” Matthew muttered.

Matt’s hand was moving fast, and his air-humping got even faster. Francis felt his own dick aching for release as he jerked himself off. Francis was fapping hard, pulling on his wet dick and slicking his head up with pre-cum. He stood next to Matt, their bodies grazing each other, and began humping the air like his brother. He was breathing quick, deep breaths, biting his lips and groaning as his brother moaned in pleasure.

Matt was close. He jerked off quickly pounding on the wall as he wanked. His big, nine inch boner was a monster, ready to erupt like a volcano, spewing his priceless jock-seed all over the shower. He was driving himself into the air furiously, moaning and grunting like a horny caveman. Testosterone coursed through his veins and blood was making his muscles swell up.

His ego got bigger as he listened to his brother’s own horny grunts and groans. The two brothers bonded as they jacked off together, their bodies touching, Francis ass was pressed up next to Matt’s, their bare, wet skin hot with blood and sliding off one another. Their legs were flat against the other’s , and Matt had an excellent view of his brother’s red dick, ready to shoot its load all over.

“Fuckkk!” Matt yelled, throwing his head back as he began to ejaculate. He felt the fat load rip through his cock and erupt out of his tip, setting his whole shaft on fire and sending unfathomable jolts of pleasure up his spine, making his whole bulky body shiver erratically. He jizzed all over the shower, watching as his load burst from his thick dick and painted the floor with his sperm.

Matt had finished so hard that his own cum had shot a meter through the air before landing on the tiled walls of the shower. Matt stood in the shower for a long while, feeling more jerks of pleasure racing through his entire groin and shivers entering his dick like he’d just came for the first time. Matt knew his brother was staring at him and his dick, but he realized that Francis pace had slowed. Almost as if he was waiting for something…

“Need a hand?” Matt said, putting his cum-covered palm to his brother’s stiff, leaking member. He covered his head, massing it through his skin and let his spunk spew out of it. Then he used his fingers to find his way inside the foreskin, rubbing his brother’s raw glans and using the water to clean his cock.

“Fuck…” Francis moaned, closing his eyes as his brother slipped his head in-between his knuckles, using his hard fingers to milk his tip. As much as Francis enjoyed the feeling, he didn’t want to cum so quickly. He let Matt pleasure him for a while before he pushed his hand away.

“Wait… I wanna watch some porn first,” Francis said, wishing his boner would go down. He felt like a single step would result in him busting his nut.

Matt nodded, knowing he had his brother right where we wanted him, and that soon, things between them would get even better…

They helped each other lather up on soap and then quickly rinsed off, stepping out of the shower and wiping themselves messily with a towel. When they were relatively dry, Francis crashed on Matt’s bed. His brother was still buck naked and with his cock hanging right out, but he didn’t seem to mind having Francis around. They were usually naked around each other anyway, but they eventually put on some underwear after Francis found a pair for each of them.

They still had a few hours before Matt had to leave, so they made the most of it. It was just the two brothers in Matt’s room, with nothing on but their boxers and a long bong to smoke out of. Matt’s put some porn up on his TV, but the two bros had been so used to it that their half-hard dicks barely reacted to the good parts. The curtains were drawn, there was food all over the floor, and a whole shelf full of empty beer bottles from last night.

“That week went by fast,” Francis said, scratching his balls through his boxers.

Matt shook his head, pushing back some of his medium-length, tan hair. As the sun came through his curtains, it hit his brilliant cream skin and turned his hair a glowing blond. Like Francis, he was wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.

“Nah man, it’s been pretty long. I wanna stay longer but I can’t miss a week of class. I’m already failing one my classes, don’t need to get behind on my other work.”

Francis tried to hold his laughter, looking a bit enviously at his brother. His chest was much more pronounced than his, and his beach-blond hair was an instant turn on for the ladies. As well, he had really bright blue eyes. He also sported a square jaw, and high cheekbones—perhaps the only thing the two of them shared physically.

“That sucks, man. It’s fine if you don’t wanna stay. But we’ve gotta spend more time together, then, some other day.”

“You know it,” Matt answered, now rummaging through a cooler for another beer.

Francis watched his brother’s big, eight-pack of abs ripple. Francis had been trying so long to get his six pack like that, but so far to no avail. Fortunately, he thought, they both had the same thigh-width: strong, muscular legs that rippled with each movement and a fat matching ass that made girls stare. Matt’s body, however, wasn’t touched by a single hair. From the multiple times he’d seen his brother’s naked ass, he knew that the only thing hairy about Matt were his pubes and his pits. The only other places he had hair was on his head, his eyelashes, and his eyebrows. At least Francis could grow a beard.

Matt sat back down beside Francis on the bed. Their legs brushed against each other, but Francis tried to focus on the porn instead.

“Here,” Matt said, passing his brother a joint.

Francis took it without hesitation. He put it to his mouth, aware of the sticky wetness from Matt’s lips. It was strange for Francis—to be aware of every little thing that seemed gay to him, like he was hypersensitive or something.

A month ago, he would have thought nothing about sharing a joint or grazing against his best friend’s body parts. But now, as they sat there with a tent pitched in their underwear, Francis couldn’t help but think whether this was a guy-thing or just remotely gay. He shook the hazy thoughts clear of his head—he did this kinda stuff with all his friends too, so why should he worry?

Francis began rubbing his dick, watching the man on the TV pump in and out of the girl’s pussy. She was looking back up at him, wailing and moaning, muttering his name and arching her back. The man kept driving his shaft into her, fucking her like a machine and not even caring to admire her fat, bouncing titties or the looks of pleasure she was giving him.

Francis watched the dick go in and out, and how little the man actually did. He just kept his hands on her waist, pile-driving himself onto her. It suddenly made sense why Nick had chosen Matt over him. Francis just hoped he could make it up to him before it was too late.

“She’s so hot,” Matt said, letting Francis keep the joint and instead focusing on the screen. Then, as if it were a normal part of their day, Matt just whipped his dick out of boxer briefs and began to stroke himself. It was over nine inches and had a nice girth to match. He also had a nice long vein running down the underside, making his pink head throb in pleasure. He wrapped his hand around his member, stroking it up and down and staring intently at the screen, not taking his eyes off. “Fuck,” he muttered, as the chick groaned even louder. It didn’t surprise Francis that Matt was up for shooting another quick load.

Francis took his dick out too. He felt himself thrusting the air, rubbing himself up and fapping his boner rapidly. His foreskin made the sounds of jerking off echo across the room and the balls still inside his boxers were loose and were smacking onto his big thighs.

“Shit, I’m so horny,” Francis heard himself say.

Matt took his eyes off the screen. He still hadn’t cum yet. “You want me to finish what we started in there?” Matt asked, nudging his head to the wet shower.

Francis looked at his brother, a grin on his face. “Sure man. Jerk me off.”

Matt gave him a horny smile. He scooted closer to Francis, both their thighs pressed against each other now. Francis let go of his dick for only a second when he felt Matthew’s warm, soft hand wrap around it. He kept a nice grip—not too tight, but well enough that it felt like he was trying to milk the cum out of Francis’ cock.

“Fffuck,” Francis said, thrusting his hips into Matthew’s hand. “Thanks, bro,”

Matthew looked back at the chick. “No prob.”

Remembering Matthew’s own cock, Francis hesitantly reached his hand for Matthew’s dick.

“Don’t worry about it bro. We’ll do you first. We can worry about me later.”

Francis smiled at him. “Thanks.”

Matt nodded. He pulled his own underwear down to his ankles and began to rub his balls with his free hand. He kept jerking Francis, varying the strokes and reaching up and down to his most sensitive areas. It seemed like touching another man’s dick was turning Matt on as well.

Francis closed his eyes and pushed his legs wide apart, feeling Matt’s smooth thighs and muscular calfs against his. Their feet touched, and in that moment, Francis felt even closer with his brother—both their legs nearly intertwined.

Francis took in breaths of relief as the pleasure swept over him. It felt so nice to have a hand on his cock, squeezing the pre-cum out of his head and using it to lube up his shaft. The soft hand went down into his thick mess of pubes, tickling his skin and making Francis’ groin prickle in ecstasy. Then his brother’s hand came back up to his head and lingered for a bit, rubbing the loose, wet skin around it in a tease and then playfully going back down.

Matt picked up speed. He helped Francis push his boxers down, which allowed his balls to bounce up and down even faster, making wild noises. They jiggled like they were on springs, the soft, hairless skin of his sack slapping against his thighs. As the chick on-screen began to scream her partner’s name, Francis felt himself fuck Matt’s hand. He began to thrust harder, playing with his balls and his pubes with both hands. He moaned soft swear words, weak murmurs and groaned at his bro’s touch, letting out hot sighs of pleasure.

“Shit, man,” Francis muttered, breaking the silence. The hand-job was making him weak, and he never felt to sensitive to a guy’s touch before. In past times, it had just been about getting his rocks off, but now, he was actually enjoying another man’s touch—his best friend’s. His brother’s. “Matt that’s awesome.”

“Glad to know I’m good,” Matthew laughed, wiping some sweat off of his bulging, pink pecs.

Francis kept fucking the air, wagging his dick up and down and keeping his mouth open to taste the steamy, humid air that smelled like cum and weed. But despite the sensations on his cock, he couldn’t help but feel as though he wanted more. And he knew his brother would be willing to give it to him. Matt liked sucking cock almost as much as Nick did. “Matt… could you… blow me?”

Matt suddenly slowed his pace, looking up at Francis. “What? Really?”

“Yeah, dude. I… I really need it.”

Matt looked surprised. “I thought… I thought you didn’t wanna do that anymore,” he said, focusing on pleasuring Francis’ tip, trying to open him up a bit. “I though you said we grew out of that.”

He shook his head. “I don’t care right now. I’m so fucking horny, I’d do just about anything.”

Matt smiled, a horny grin across his face. “Anything?”

“No anal, Matt. Just head.”

“Good enough for me…” Matt muttered, suddenly turning his whole body. He faced Francis’ crotch, looking up at him with doleful eyes. “You sure you want this?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Do it. I’m so hard right now.”

Matt gently put his fingers on Francis’ cock and pulled slightly, slowly revealing his red-hot cock. His surrounding pubes were soft and curly, and as Matt pulled down to the base of the stud’s cock, Matt could feel his own erection shooting weak lines of pre-cum across the bed. Matt got close to Francis’ shaft, letting the thick, veiny cock hit him in the chin and graze his face and nose. It spread pre-cum where it touched, and Francis let out low sigh as the sensitive skin of his member brushed Matt’s face.

“I’ve been wanting to do this again…” Matt said, looking at the eight inches of throbbing meat. “I needed to suck some dick while I was here.”

Francis smirked, showing Matt his white teeth. “Then just do it.”

Matt gently put his lips to the head of Francis’ cock, kissing the tip and taking the base of his shaft into his hand. He pulled his boxers further down with the other hand, exposing his loose balls and his tanned, muscular thighs.

“Fffuuucck…” Francis gasped, feeling Matt’s soft lips against his pulsing head. The hunk pushed his tongue into Francis’ piss-slit, invading the most sensitive part of his body and making his squirm in pleasure. Francis’ legs felt weak, and he was afraid that he’d melt into Matt’s mouth at any moment.

Matt licked up the few drops of pre-cum that leaked from the shaft and turned to Francis. “I forgot how good you tasted,” he said, grinning like a school boy.

“Suck that cock, Matty,” Francis whispered, putting his hands through Matt’s hair and slowly guiding his mouth back to his throbbing, wet schlong.

Matt pulled down on his foreskin again then put his tongue to Francis’ cock, slowly licking up the fluids leaking out of his brother’s head. Then he looked back up to see if it was okay, if his brother really still wanted it.

“Fuckkk….” Francis moaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. His hands were on his chest, playing with his hard nipples, occasionally pinching and twisting them as Matt downed his bro’s massive dick. “Fuck, don’t stop, bro.”

“Mmmm…” Matt smiled at him, before going deeper on Francis’ member. He licked the juices off the throbbing shaft, feeling the gritty sweat against his tongue and the thick, creamy wads of pre-cum lubricate his mouth. He could taste the leftover cum from Francis’ fuck with Nick last night, despite the two brothers having showered that morning. There was the unmistakable taste of Nick’s ass, and his brother’s dick was a familiar texture, one that he had missed ever since he’d gone away to college.

“Just like that, Matty,” Francis whined, bucking his hips into Matthew’s face. His pecs twitched and his abs clenched as his brother sucked him off, milking the pre-ejaculate from his sensitive, red tip. Francis rubbed a hand through Matt’s hair, and then put his arm behind his head, exposing his hairy, sweaty pits. “Keep going, bro.”

Matt chocked and gagged on his cock, using a hand to guide the engorged member in and out of his mouth. He could feel his brother’s heart beating through his thick boner, and his erect shaft was pulsing erratically in his hole. Matt downed his whole shaft, letting his hard head hit the back of his throat. His face was buried in Francis’ long bushy pubes, which still smelled like cum, sweat and piss. Apparently Matt hadn’t cleaned his brother well enough.

Matt took more of the hot, meaty pole into his mouth, feeling the soft skin tingle and sizzle with heat against his tongue. Matt pulled the man’s boxers down to his ankles, fully exposing his thick, hairy legs to the both of them.

The veins were pulsing hard inside of Matt, as the sweaty penis filled his mouth. The stud let out low moans of ecstasy as Matt went down on him, taking more and more penis. With the dick all the way in, the head now jamming itself hard on the back of Matt’s throat, the beach hunk choked and gurgled up pre-cum, slobbering his spit all over the meaty pole.

“Oh fuckkk… oh shit… that’s amazing, Matt…”

Matt smiled as he withdrew from the cock, still keeping the glans tight between his lips. Then, as Francis thrusted his groin into Matt’s face again, the dick came hard into his mouth, jamming Matt full. Matt began cocking his head, massaging his gaping, hungry hole up and down Francis’ hard shaft.

“Uhhnnnn…” Francis sighed, his mouth open and drooling with desperation for Matt’s touch. Matty’s big hands were gripped around Francis’ cock, his fingers tangled in his pubic hair. Francis’ muscular crotch twitched and flexed as Matt sucked him off, salivating all over his rigid, flopping member.

“Mmmmmm…” he smiled at Francis, watching the sheer pleasure etched across Francis’ face, and the surprise of knowing that another man was capable of giving him these sensations—his own brother. Francis’ dick squirted more pre-cum into his mouth, some beginning to escape Matt’s eager lips and instead dripping down his chin.

“Ughhhh… fuck, I’m almost there. Don’t stop.”

Matt nodded, pursing his wet lips and hardening his blows. He picked up the pace, going down on him even further. His pubes grazed Matt’s eyes, and he could feel the stiff head attack the backside of his throat. But Matt’s insides ached with desire. He was squatting on the floor and his bare naked ass, with his balls hanging low enough to nearly graze the ground, was clenching and puckering in anticipation, desperate for something to penetrate him.

Matt worked hard on him, using his tongue to massage the scorching hot cock-head and fat, veiny shaft. His hands were on his brother’s hairy, naked thighs, while his mouth engulfed the entire length of his penis, making him gag and choke on the man’s length and girth. He forced himself down on the swollen boner, wanting to pleasure the hot stud and get him off.

“Jesus!” Francis yelled, putting both his hands on Matt’s head and pushing his face further down on his dick, biting his lip and thrusting hard. Matt sucked him off eagerly, tasting his brother’s sperm and feeling his cock jerk violently while Matt’s own ass craved cock.

Then, with a series of hard thrusts, and after his hips began to buck violently, Francis’ cock jerked and his balls crumpled.

“Fuucckkk!”

Three powerful jets of his hot jock-spunk attacked the back of Matt’s throat, slathering his skin with the thick, salty semen and filling his mouth up in the bitter saltiness. The manly fluid felt heavy and it tasted so good, leaking and dripping out of Matt’s hole as he tried to swallow his brother’s seed.

Matt choked on his spunk, as two more shots escaped his slit and hit the roof of his mouth. Meanwhile, Francis was wiggling and writhing in pleasure, unable to catch his breathe as the bliss of Matt’s mouth milked his cock of all it’s sperm, and then he began to realize that his brother had swallowed every bit of it. After a few moments of Matt continuing to slobber on his fat cock, Francis could see that he was still erect, despite, having unloaded in Matty’s mouth, and there was a urge deep inside him that told him to go for more.

“Holy shit, dude…” Francis muttered, rubbing the sweat off his massively hard, hairy pecs and his furry abs. He could feel Matt stare at his monstrous shaft as well as his bulky body, longing for something else.

Matt let his brother’s dick out of his mouth, looking up at him with a slight grin. There was still cum on his chin and slobber across his lips. He licked it up, swallowing even that tiny amount. He didn’t let any cum go to waste—not his brother’s.

“That was great, bro…” Francis said, his voice weak and out of breath.

“I need you to fuck me,” Matt told him abruptly, getting to his feet now. He was the older brother, and what he said was law. He needed his best friend to plough him hard and fast like he’d ploughed Nick. And he needed it now.

“I… I just came, dude.”

“So? You still look hard to me.”

Francis knew he was right… and there was something about having his brother suck him off that made Francis feel incredibly masculine and powerful. His hips were aching for action, and his dick was still twitching, making his loose balls bounce. “I… I don’t wanna fuck you,” Francis lied.

Matt was adamant. He climbed overtop his brother, leaning on his shoulders to push him hard against the bed, in order not to escape. Matthew’s ass waved dangerously close over Francis’ erection, but as the beach hunk wrapped his legs around the younger jock’s waist, his ass slipped silently behind the trembling boner, grazing the shaft with his soft, hairy balls.

“Yes you do, little bro. I can feel it, right here,” Matt said, putting his big hands over Francis’ wet, hairy pec. The film of sweat over them was enticing, and huge drops rolled down his bulging chest and nipples, reaching his abs and now covering Matt’s own body.

“It’s wrong…” Francis stuttered, slowly wrapping his hands around Matt’s waist. He began to clench his brother’s fat ass, feeling the thick globes with his fingers. His cheeks were large and perky, bouncy like basketballs. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling the meat in his palms. It was an ass that almost rivalled Nick’s. Almost.

“Who cares, bro? I’ll be gone in a few hours. This will be our only chance. Let’s just do it, man. Like old times.”

Francis cock ached. He wanted to fuck his older brother, especially with the hard, muscular body overtop his. He wanted to dominate his bro, to show him who the man of the house was, but something about his situation made his balls quiver. Maybe he was just that horny. “We were teenagers our last time together, Matty… we could barely get laid. It was different back then.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Matt rubbed Francis’ pecs, then moved his hands down his hard abs and began to play with Francis cock again. He rubbed the massive tool, massaging the meat and stretching his foreskin. A sigh of ecstasy escaped Francis’ sweaty face, and he closed his eyes, accepting his brother’s touch. “I taught you how to fuck… and for that, you owe me. Show me how you’ve grown since I’ve been gone.”

“Matt… I…”

“I’m gonna ride you,” Matt said assertively. His ass was hurting so bad, wanting a fat dick to penetrate it more than anything. And Francis was more than man enough to do it.

“No. No riding. If we’re gonna do this… we do it my way. I’ll fuck you myself, Matty,” Francis commanded, already lifting Matt off of him so that he could insert his penis inside his pink hole.

Matt smiled. He knew that would get his brother’s attention.

Francis pulled on his cock, beginning to line it up to Matt’s hole. “I’m… I’m going in raw, bro.”

Matt nodded. “I’ve already lubed you up,” he said, smiling a bit. “And my ass is watering for that dick.”

“Then let me at it…” Francis ran his hands over Matt’s cheeks, grabbing a fistful and spreading them apart. He needed to ram his cock inside of that hole. Matt then adjusted himself, lowering his fat cheeks onto Francis’ cock. He squealed, moaning in pain as the schlong entered his dripping wet cunt, spewing pre-cum all over both their balls and thighs.

“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed, as Francis cock began to enter him.

“Shiiiitt…” Francis moaned, letting Matt settle on his dick. He was inside his own brother, who so desperately needed a good, thorough fucking. Francis dick shivered as his brother’s flesh wrapped around his shaft, warming him up and rubbing his bulging veins and throbbing head. His ass came down around Francis’ balls, his large weight turning the jock on. Francis was fucking another jock, one who needed to be bred as much as Francis needed to fuck. And this was someone he loved, his best friend. Suddenly, Francis realized that for Matt, he’d be willing to do anything.

“Ooooohhh fuckkk…” Matt whined, pushing himself further down on his dick as he held onto Francis’ broad shoulders and twitching pecs. His nipples were sharp like glass, fully erect and turned on for a good fuck.

Francis held his brother down, rubbing his ass before spreading his legs apart to get some good leverage. Then, when he thought he was ready, the jock slowly began to thrust himself deeper into Matt’s hole, lifting himself into the ass, trying to penetrate him as deep as he could.

“Shit! Fuck, that hurts bro,” Matt exclaimed, gritting his teeth as the fat, eight-incher prodded his bladder and completely missed his prostate. From this position, Francis was able to reach much further up, and his extra length helped too.

“This is what you wanted,” Francis reminded him, suddenly falling back onto the bed, letting the sensations in his dick take over. “Watching you fuck Nick turned me on,” he admitted, still feeling up Matt’s ass.

“It turned me on too,” Matt added, “seeing you ram him.” He laughed a bit, panting for air as Francis pushed into him again. “Oh fuck, pound me bro. Just fucking pound my ass. I need some dick.”

“You got it,” Francis sighed, beginning to pick up his speed. Suddenly, his thrusts got faster, and the bed was creaking violently under the weight of both the jocks. Francis bit his lip as he drilled his brother, fucking him deep and quick, ramming his hole and filling him up with wet, cum-stained cock.

“Ohhhhh fuck! Uhhhhhnnhnnnnn!” Matt whined, swearing and moaning at each of his brother’s speedy thrusts. Francis was impaling him like his cock was a piston, his large, muscular legs and fat balls coming again and again, slapping into Matt’s groin and breeding his tight, slippery hole. Matt continued to wail, feeling Francis plunge deeper and deeper.

Francis grunted like a caveman, testosterone coursing through his body. “Uggggghhhhh! Fuck, bro! You’re so tight.” His hands were still grabbing hard onto Matt’s ass and waist, digging into his flesh and putting red prints all over. He slapped his ass, spanking his cock-hungry brother and pulling him close.

He rocked Matt back and forth, fucking his hole more rough and faster each time. He was slapping his balls onto Matt’s cheeks, and the sound of their muscles colliding so hard echoed throughout the entire room, which smelled like fresh, salty cum and dirty underwear.

“Fuck me! Harder!” Matt cried, rubbing his own cock wildly, using his other hand to hold onto Francis’ hot body. His hard dick flopped up and down against both their abs, throwing pre-cum all over the place and making Matt’s hard, smooth body sweat even more.

Matt was groaning hard, screaming like a horny jock as Francis’ huge dick pounded him again and again, hammering him up his asshole. The throbbing shaft shot pre-cum inside of him, and Matt could feel it inside, slushing and squirting as the huge cock head came back again for more. Francis was so deep inside of Matt that he could feel his brother’s heart begin to beat even faster.

The entire bed creaked and rocked hard under both their motions as Francis grabbed Matt’s bright white ass and slammed it against his hairy groin, rubbing the fat globes and spanking him. “Take that cock, bro! Fucking eat up that dick, Matty.”

“Uhhhnnnnnn, yeah, fuck me like that, Francis! Show me who’s boss. Nail me good!” Matt swore and stuttered, unable to talk while breathing so hard and groaning with each word.

Francis couldn’t say anything back. His moans and heavy breaths were loud enough to tell Matt he was enjoying every minute of breeding his brother’s fat, beefy ass. Francis was still thrusting hard and fast, as if he were a machine designed to do nothing else but fuck. He slapped Matt’s ass, and then put his hands against Mat’s soft back, grabbing him by his shoulders and using it to push Matt hard against his cock as they fucked.

Then, Francis flipped Matt over. He was quick, slamming his brother down onto his back while his massive cock was still inside him. He was strong, and his massive biceps flexed as he spread Matt’s legs apart, adjusting his position on the bed as he fucked him missionary.

“Shit,” Matt muttered, feeling his brother’s cock swell up.

Francis grinned. “I’m on top now, faggot.”

“Yeahhh… show me what you can do, bro.”

Francis was on his knees, staying low to reach his brother’s ass. He pushed Matt’s legs apart, also spreading his own to get a good firm grip. Then, he wrapped his arms around Matthew’ thighs and lifted them into the air, beginning to drill him again. He pushed his brother’s legs over Matt’s body, bending him in half and exposing more of his tight hole. He was able to fuck him better now, putting Matthew in a more submissive position.

Francis’ entire shaft came out before it went back in, slipping silently inside him at an amazing speed, lubed up by the sweat of Francis’ body, the juices of Matt’s ass, and the wads of pre-cum that had escaped his tip.

“Ohhhhhhh fuckkk! Ohhhh fuck, Francis! Fuuuuucckkkk!”

Francis couldn’t talk. He was too focused on breeding his brother’s hole, using it like it was a cheap, worthless sex toy. If his brother wanted to be fucked by him so bad, then Francis would show him how a real man had sex, instead of all of that pussy shit. He was an aggressive, dominate male, and that’s exactly how he’d fuck.

More sweat rolled down Francis’ hairy body, both his pecs dripping at this point. Flecks of pre-cum shot out all over the place, getting the bedsheets dirty and spraying Matt’s loose balls. The hunk was jacking himself off as his brother impaled him, breeding him hard and fast.

“Fuckkk!!!” he exclaimed, his deep, horny voice turning Francis on.

Matt grabbed onto Francis’ waist as his thrusts shortened. He kept his large rod inside him, barely pulling out at all as he fucked. He drilled him quickly, pounding his fat ass and angrily spanking him. He was fucking the shit out his older brother, ramming every inch of his anus.

Then, Francis held Matt’s shoulders down and began to fuck him even harder, pounding him nice and fast, returning to his quick pace and panting hot breaths onto Matt’s sticky pecs. Sweat dripped off Francis’ abs, gliding across both guys as their bodies slid and rubbed against the other.

“Fuck me!” Matt screamed, feeling the hard, hotrod expanding his hole and ripping through his entire body.

Francis was humping hard, pounding his piston-cock in and out like a pendulum. He didn’t say a word, panting quickly with short, shallow breaths. Sweat began to drip off Francis’ face and onto Matt’s. His pushed back his messy hair and pounded away at the pink, throbbing hole, piercing his flesh and stabbing his bladder. The jock’s big pulsing veins massaged Matt’s prostate, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine and into his hard penis.

It hurt to have such a hard part of flesh fuck him so hard like that. Before he knew it, Matt realized that Francis’ body was shaking, and his cock was pulsing uncontrollably.

Matt felt the hard pole shudder with heat, and the stud’s balls bounced furiously, banging against his ass and back, and flying all over Francis’ legs and crotch. The sounds of flesh slapping hard against skin echoed across their room, and the noises of Matt’s moans getting louder as Francis’ fat cock impaled him made both of them even more horny.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Francis yelled, clenching his jaw.

Matt grinned at him, bracing through the pain. “Cum for me bro, fill my hole. You know you want to.”

Francis fucked his brother’s hole, making the bed shake as his fat ass went up and down through the air to get at Matt’s body. Then, Francis’ hips bucked and he felt a huge surge through his balls. They ached in pain, having been so filled with sperm after watching porn, talking about Nick, being naked with his brother, and having emptied them completely only a few minutes ago. His balls clenched and shot the load up into his groin and through his thick, eight inch cock.

Matt looked up to see his little brother’s face right when the first load came. Matthew could feel his brother’s dick throb and quiver—as if a huge gush of air had torn through his flesh. Then, the fat ropes of cum shot into Matt’s tight pink cunt. The loads of sperm came hard, covering Matt’s wet hole, smearing the top and bottom and filling up his anal cavity to it’s max. The fat wads of cum were hot and steaming, gritty like the his brother’s sweaty skin. He wished he could have tasted it again.

“Uhhhnnnn! Fuck!” Francis moaned as two more spurts came after each other, soaking Matthew’s hole and covering his brother’s crack with his spunk as it leaked out of his throbbing ass. The hot, thick liquid oozed around his body, soaking into his pubes and covering his whole shaft like syrup. Another few loads erupted from his dick, dripping down Francis’ balls, and covering Matt’s bright red cheeks.

As Francis withdrew, Matt eagerly climbed up, forgetting the sore pain up his ass, in order to get at his brother’s dick. He needed to taste the man’s seed.

More loads of cum kept coming, and as Matt sucked on his tool, the hunk was forced to swallow all of it. More and more leaked out from his warm mouth and dripped down his chin and neck, and then onto his sweaty chest and then landing on the bed. Their fluids mixed, Matt’s saliva with Francis’ hot cum. Matt swallowed his brother’s spunk with joy, relishing in his taste and the look of pure ecstasy on his face.

When finally the spurt of cum began to die down, Francis let himself slowly ease in and out of his mouth, fucking his face slowly.

“You always shoot so much,” Matthew finally said.

Francis could barely speak. He had a hand on his nipples and one on his balls. His eyes were closed and he could only hear Matthew’s deep breathing, as well as feel his hairy legs against his and his soft mouth milking every bit of cum out of his cock. When Matt finally got off of him, using a nearby shirt to wipe off the cum, Francis opened his eyes to see the man on TV cumming all over the girl. He didn’t watch the girl snake and writhe underneath him as much as he watched the man shoot his load on her back. The man didn’t even look at her, he just wet the chick and slapped his dick on her a few times.

“You good?” Matt’s voice came.

Francis staggered back to reality. “Uh, yeah. Thanks, man. I really appreciate that. It was… amazing”

Matt shrugged. “Relax bro, it’s nothing. I had fun too.”

“Here,” Francis quickly wiped his own cum on his legs and reached to get Matt’s dick. “Let me finish you.”

Matthew let him grab it. He put his hands back behind his head to expose his thick, hairy armpits. The smell reached Francis’ nose easily, but he didn’t mind it. With his brothers, scents such as these were normal.

“Make it count, dude,” Matt smiled, watching the next porno that came on.

It was a blur to Francis. One moment, he was stroking Matt’s dick, pretending it was his own, and the next, he realized that his own cock had sprung back up for a third time. His balls ached, as if asking for a break, but he had no control over what his dick did, or what it felt…

“Yeah, this is a good one isn’t it?” Matt asked, taking Francis’ new boner as a response to the hot blonde chick with a nice rack bouncing up and down on the screen.

“Y-yeah.” Francis answered. He kept his hand on Matthew’s cock and watched the porno. He went up and down, his hand moving quickly as he quivered with anxiety.

“Nice, bro. Yeah, keep it coming.”

Francis kept stroking him, letting his nervous hand go up and down the slick, uncut cock. It felt suddenly strange to him—Francis was realizing that having another guy get off beside him, to listen to his hot, short breaths of pleasure, his deep cursing and his soft moans of euphoria, was making him hard. It was what made jacking off another guy, after just having came, so enjoyable. He secretly watched Matthew’s abs clench, and his chest twitch. His built arms reached down to his balls, rubbing and clenching them in his fingers.

His brother’s long, curly blond pubes felt nice on his hand as he kept smacking into them, and he realized that Matt’s balls were very pink. They slapped onto his legs, jumping up to meet Francis’ hand and making Matt ooze pre-cum. It helped lube up the shaft, and made loud fapping noises.

“Fuck dude. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Francis did just that. He was servicing his best friend, his bro, helping him get off after their amazing fuck together.

“Shit, I’m cumming.” Matthew pushed Francis’ hand aside and jacked himself off for the last few moments before it came—squeezing down hard on his dick and going at a very rapid pace. Then, he shot his misty white spunk all over his chest and abs, splattering it across the bed and letting a few wild drops fall onto Francis. Matt let out a deep moan as his balls retracted, letting more cum flow through his shaft and spraying anything around him like a sprinkler. It was warm and thick, and Francis enjoyed the feeling of having his best friend’s pleasure trickle onto his body.

“Sorry, dude,” Matt whispered hoarsely, “got it all over you.”

“It’s fine.” Francis smiled.

“Thanks brah, that was great. You want a beer?” Matt got up, not caring to wipe off any cum right then. There was a whole bunch on his hand and in his long pubes. A lot more was dripping down his chest and onto his abs. His still half-hard dick wiggled along with his low-hanging balls as he got up.

Francis watched his brother’s ass jiggle as he got up and walked over to the cooler. It was pale and white like the rest of his body.

“Francis?”

“Huh? Oh yeah. Grab me one.” Francis put his hard dick back in boxers, surprised at the tent it still made. He wiped some cum off himself and dared to lick some up while Matt wasn’t looking. Matthew’s spunk tasted surprisingly sweet.

When Matt sat back down, he wiped some cum off of himself with his boxer briefs and then threw them aside. He turned down the volume of the porn and sat drinking his beer, still buck nude. And for some reason, Francis couldn’t help but stare at his dick, which scared him.

“I better get changed if we’re gonna leave soon,” Matt said, not wanting to go. He liked the idea of staying home with his brother.

“Cool. I’ll be in my room,” Francis mumbled back, walking over to his door.

“Okay,” Matt said, “See you in a few.”

When Francis went to his room, he collapsed on his bed and thought hard about what had just happened. It had been a long time since Matt had given Francis head, and even longer since the two of them had fucked. Although Matt had never admit to Francis about being gay, Matt’s constant ‘favours’ to Francis’ cock when they were younger was enough indication of that. But after watching a few of Matt’s intense fucks with chicks, he had ruled out his brother being completely gay. His older bro could fuck pussy like a man and take it up the ass like a champ. Matt was truly an amazing dude, and he was going to miss him.

It felt strange to know that in an hour or two, he’d be in a plane off to California. There were so many thoughts swirling through Francis’ head, and while half of them were about what Francis had just done, the other half were about Nick. Francis felt guilty after having fucked Matt, almost as he’d betrayed someone.

The stud suddenly had the urge to call Nick and find out if he wanted to hang out—without sex. But then Nick might think of it as a date… and Francis wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted just yet. Maybe Matt was right: maybe Francis needed to go on a camping trip to clear his head—and shoot a few loads, of course. But first, Francis needed a way to get all that cum and sweat off his body. It looked like he needed another shower…

… Nick had blown his load all over his bed.

He awoke to his body shuddering in ecstasy, while his mind raced with images of what he’d just seen. His dick was still fully hard and his sheets were now wet and sticky. He rubbed his boner a few time and then got up to clean himself, wobbling over to the bathroom. It would be morning soon, and a part of him wanted to go back to the farm and see if any of what he’d just dreamt was true. Although he knew it was a wild dream, as he stood there peeing, he couldn’t help but realize how turned on he was. Not at the fact that the two brothers had done it… but more at seeing Francis take a hold of Matt like that. It made him suddenly realize what he really wanted.

But, he wondered, would Francis want the same thing?


Nick and Francis begin to get close during a short trip – Chapter 8 – Keeping Warm


The same day that both the McCarthy brothers had fucked him, Nick got drunk at their house before he left. He headed home with a sore ass that ached with each step he took. Both hunks had fucked him hard, and he thought about them every time he sat down, with a smile on his face. Nick fell asleep in bed thinking about their erect dicks and sweaty, bulging bodies. Unknowingly, he leaked a bit in his bed, whispering their names as he drifted into sleep. He dreamt of long, endless days with the two hunks, and how they’d pile load after load into his ass and mouth, planting their seed deep within him and using him to get off. It was the best dream he had in a long time.

It rained hard that night, which was a relief after the strange, warm weather they’d been having recently. Nick would be leaving for California in two days time and was excited to have some cold before he left. He heard California could get even hotter than Texas around this time.

The next morning was the day that Matt was also going back to California. His flight was at twelve but that didn’t stop him from hanging out with his bro, even with the rain. That morning, Francis and Matthew had managed to get up early and headed outside to toss a football between each other. It would be a while since they’d see each other again, so the two bros wanted to spend a little bit more time with each other.

They played in their little rugby shorts, which got just as wet as the rest of them, and threw the ball back and forth, occasionally going long or tackling one another. Their shirts were off, which meant that the downpour soaked their hard, muscular bodies on the field. While they played, the two of them talked about sports, sex, and most importantly, Nick.

“So… you’re sure you weren’t weirded out by last night?” Matt asked him, catching the football easily in his large biceps and then tossing it back to his brother.

Francis shook his head, while pushing his hair out of his face. “Nah. Besides, it was my idea. You guys deserved to fuck one last time before you left, and I was just really horny.”

Matt laughed, catching the ball again. “That was surprisingly fun. You really enjoy it?”

“Yeah, dude,” he chuckled, grinning like a pervert. “It was nice.”

Matt caught the ball and threw it back, watching the rain slick off his brother’s beefy body. The water ran down his large, broad shoulders and veiny traps. His wide, chunky pecs were covered in fine, brown hair, which ran down the rest of his body: down his six-pack, across his waist and then it grew into a wild jungle at his crotch. Francis’ happy trail was a forest of its own, and the pubes around his dick were just as densely populated.

Francis’ stubble had grown out, and the hair on his head was beginning to get long too. It was a bit curly now, but still entirely messy, especially in the rain. His prominent cheek bones and bright green eyes set him apart from other guys, and not for the first time, Matt realized just how hot his younger brother was. No wonder Nick liked him so much.

“I wish we could do that more often,” Matt muttered, “y’know… fuck some holes together.” Matt threw the ball to him. Francis’ hairy abs rippled as he stretched to catch the ball. His biceps were large and veiny, and his soft, rugged face scrunched up into a grunt as he took the ball in his hands. Matt watched Francis’ shorts stretch up as he jumped to catch the football.

Francis laughed again, looking at Matthew. “Who’s hole, exactly? Nick?” Francis’ muscular, hairy thighs were exposed for all the world to see, and the bulge in his shorts was fairly obvious. More water ran down Francis’ half-naked body, and what little clothing he had on was dripping heavily.

Matt could see the long, thick imprint of Francis’ dick sticking against the cloth, and the base of his member was visible through his long pubes as Francis caught the ball. Matt shook his head at him. “No. Not Nick. I know you have feelings for him.”

Francis tensed. “No I don’t.”

“Don’t lie to me, bro. You basically admitted it to me the other day.”

Francis tossed the ball at him angrily. Matt could see the muscles on Francis’ thighs jiggle, and his loose, wet balls shook in his tiny, sporty attire. “He’s a good guy and I just don’t want him to get hurt. So what if I care about him?”

Matt shrugged. His brother was cute when he was angry—cuter than usual. He wondered why it was so hard for him to get a girl. “There’s nothing wrong with it, Francis. Except, you ought to tell Nick how you feel. What if he finds someone else to fuck? What if he gets a boyfriend? You’ll feel like shit when he leaves you for someone else.”

Francis caught the ball and squeezed it hard with his palms. The veins in his biceps popped and his arms flexed violently, along with his abs and pecs. He was definitely angry, but he wasn’t sure at what (or who) exactly. “Nick can do whatever the fuck he wants. I don’t give a shit. As long as he doesn’t skip out on me when I need sex, I really don’t care. I don’t have feelings for him.”

Matt shook his head. “Francis… don’t be like that.”

“Like what, Matt? What exactly am I being?”

“You’re being a pussy. You’re scared of what you might feel for Nick. I’m telling you to face your feelings so that you don’t get hurt when Nick finds someone else, like he found me when you weren’t hitting it right.”

Francis hesitated, then angrily threw the ball at Matt, almost catching him in the face. Matt expected as such, and didn’t blame him. He’d pushed the few buttons that Francis didn’t like. His younger brother was very protective of his masculinity, especially when Matt was around, so this response wasn’t a surprise.

Matt tried to reason with him. “You shouldn’t care about what others will think, Francis. Just do what you feel is right,” he said, scratching his wet balls as he kept the football from Francis. His brother had his hands on his waist, waiting for Matt to pass the football back. His cleats were soaked and his bare legs were still dripping, along with his brawny torso and bulging member.

“Take some time. Go hunting or something, maybe a night in the woods. Just clear your mind and think about what you want. I’m trying to help you, bro. I’ve been through this before and when I didn’t act on my feelings, I got hurt real bad.”

Francis looked to the ground, not sure what to make of things. His brother usually gave great advice and hadn’t steered him wrong before, especially when it came to girls. But this was different—this had to do with a guy. And if Francis knew anything, it was that all guys wanted sex. What if that was all Nick wanted from Francis? He had no intention of embarrassing himself in front of him. “I guess…” he started.

Matt grinned, rubbing his wet ass. “Trust me. It’ll help. A day or two away from all this.” He threw the ball back, making Francis’ pecs bounce as he went long to catch it. When Francis finally ran back towards him, he had a faint smile on his face. He walked right up to Matt and threw the football down, opening his arms to embrace Matt in a hug.

“Thanks, man…” Francis whispered, feeling his brother’s wet, slippery body against his. They patted each other’s backs, and their groins pressed each other. They could feel the other dude’s wet dick, but they didn’t care. They were brothers and had seen each other naked more times than they could count. And most importantly, they loved one another.

Matt gave Francis a short little kiss on his cheek, slapping his ass. “No prob, bro.” Then, as Francis pulled away from their hug, Matt put a hand down to his brother’s crotch and bounced his loose, wet balls in his hands, teasing him. “Now you gonna turn soft on me or are we gonna play?”

Francis smacked Matt’s arms away, laughing. He picked up the ball and passed it to Matt, running away so that his brother could throw a long one. His powerful, burly thighs surged with power as he planted his legs into the tough ground, running across the open field to intercept the throw. His large, half-naked body was drenched in rain and more came down on his wet muscles, cooling his hot, pumping body.

Matt threw him a pass and watched as his brother ran into the ground to catch it, sliding across the wet grass. When he got up, his whole front was covered in mud, and his body looked even hotter than before. He was a dirty guy, and it kinda turned Matt on. If it wasn’t for the cold water, Matt would have had a tent in his shorts right about then.

“That was a dirty throw!” Francis yelled, laughing as he tried to get the mud off his cock. He pulled his shorts down, not caring if Matt saw his long, fat member, and rubbed the dirt off himself.

“No, you just suck dick at catching!” Matt grunted, teasing his brother.

Francis shook his head, laughing some more as he watched Matt pretend to hump the air at him. Then, when Francis wasn’t looking, Matthew stuck a hand down his shorts and adjusted himself. Talking about Nick had aroused him, and he suddenly realized just how much he was going to miss the teenager. But Nick belonged to Francis—not Matt. He’d just have to find someone else. And right then, it looked like he might have found a hole to distract him. Or maybe, it was a dick he was after…

Francis was running towards him with the ball, pretending to dodge big players and twirling stupidly in the air to bypass the opponent. Then, he passed the ball to Matt, mud still covering most of his bare body, and chased after him, seeing if he could catch up and get him in a tackle.

Matt went slow deliberately. He could tell that Francis was having some issues with his masculinity and he knew that Francis looked up to him in every way. He didn’t want his brother to feel any worse, so he let Francis tackle him. He regret it instantly.

Matt’s shorts nearly slipped off in the tackle, which was pretty rough. They both fell into the mud, covered in dirt, sweat and rain.

Francis got up quickly, wiping the dirt off his face. There was mud all over his lower body and Matt was every worse off then him. They began to laugh and smile at each other.. The two brothers just sat on the cold ground, laughing at each other, until they finally found the strength to get back up. They trudged back up to the house, kicking off their shoes and heading upstairs to shower. They had to get ready for the airport.

“Good game, boys?” their father asked, raising an eyebrow as his two filthy sons came stomping through the kitchen.

“Yeah, dad, ” Matt smiled.

“You two better clean up before your mother sees,” he told them, drinking coffee out of his mug. “We’re not driving you to the airport like that.”

Francis already pulled his shirt off and climbed into the first-floor shower, while Matt made his way upstairs.

“We’re on it,” Francis muttered, realizing that soon, it would just be him and Nick, finally alone again.

The same morning that Matt was leaving for California, Nick awoke to a sore feeling up his ass and his head pounding. He was a little hungover but it was the rough fucking he’d received by the two McCarthy brothers that had him hurting the most. By the time Nick had showered, he realized that Matt’s plane had left. He was on his way back to college, and Nick wasn’t sure if he’d ever see him again. It was a strange, empty feeling, but what stayed with him most was what Matt had said about Francis: he cared about Nick more than either of them had thought he did.

That was when Nick decided. He pulled on a tight pair of briefs, pulled on some baggy jeans and a matching shirt, then made his way out of the house. He began his way to Francis’ home, hoping to surprise him. He wanted to check up on him to see if he was alright, and whether he was angry at him for having slept with Matt. Francis hadn’t actually talked to him about it just yet.

It was almost four by the time Nick made it to the McCarthy ranch. The unusual warm weather they’d been having was gone, and it had been raining hard that morning. By now, it had let up, but Nick wasn’t sure for how long. Unfortunately for Nick, that meant he wouldn’t get to see Francis skinny-dipping or sun-bathing anytime soon.

Nick knew something was up when he got to the farm. Francis’ truck was parked abnormally close to the house, and there was a bunch of gear loaded up in the back. He saw Francis marching in and out of the house with a few bags and cases. He was wearing a camo-print pair of jeans that were tight on his legs, big hiking boots, and other than a loose, unbuttoned camouflage vest to match, he was basically shirtless. His muscular body was drenched in rainwater and his fuzzy body hair was slicked with sweat. A ball cap was placed over his messy brown hair and there was a large bulge in his pants—both his ass and his dick looked huge. As Francis loaded up the last of his stuff, Nick was sure he spotted a shot gun in the truck.

Francis saw Nick as he drove in. He wiped some sweat and water from his body before Nick parked and got out of the car. Francis nervously made sure his face was clean and that his skimpy vest was unbuttoned. For some reason, he felt the need to look good for Nick.

“Hey,” Nick said, trudging carefully through the muddy grass.

“Sup?” Francis smiled, walking towards him in a cocky way.

“Are you leaving too?” Nick asked, a little distraught.

“Uh, yeah. For a day or so. I was going to go hunting in the woods, and camp out for a night.”

“Ohh…” Nick replied, a little relieved. He barely managed the thought of losing Matt but if Francis had left too, Nick would have been devastated. He tried not to stare at the stud’s bare, hairy chest as he talked. But the large lump in his pants was just as distracting. “Do you go camping a lot?”

“Not really,” Francis said, moving towards his truck as he packed the last bag. Nick watched the stud’s tight ass move through his tight, green jeans. “I usually only go to clear my head or when I need some space from home.”

“Oh.”

Francis hoped Nick didn’t take it personally. But the look on his face made the jock’s chest pound. He didn’t like seeing Nick like that.

“Did you…” Francis began, “…wanna come with me?”

Nick felt himself smile, surprised by the stud’s offer. “I—uh, okay! I mean, are you sure?

Francis grinned. “Yeah. It’ll be nice to have some company.”

“Yeah. Okay. I’d love to go… but I’d have to ask my parents—”

“Cool,” Francis replied, unable to control the happy look on his face. He felt butterflies in his stomach, and his heart began pounding quickly. Was Nick making him feel this way?

Francis tried to get his mind off of it. “So… you ever go hunting before?”

“Uh, no.”

Francis nodded. “Well, you have shot a gun before?”

Nick was silent.

“You haven’t?”

“I’m still in high school!”

Francis smiled at him. “That’s fine, dude. I’ll teach you how. Just… don’t tell your parents.”

Nick grinned, enjoying the thought of Francis trying to teach him something. “I’ll only tell them we’re camping. It’ll be our secret.”

Francis liked that. “Yeah, man. Our secret.”

Before anything else happened, Nick got his parents permission while Francis grabbed some extra camping clothes from upstairs. He returned outside with a big jacket for Nick to wear.

“They said it’s fine,” Nick said, trying to talk over the noise of the returning rain. It wasn’t exactly camping weather.

“Cool,” Francis replied. He quickly let Nick into the truck and started to pull out, driving down the muddy road. It was much warmer inside his car.

Nick shook the water from his head while Francis wiped his bare, hairy chest. “You’re like a dog,” the jock laughed, looking at Nick dry himself.

“Shut up,” Nick teased.

“Yeah? You gonna make me?” he said, rubbing his thigh without realizing it. More water dripped down his perfect, stubbly face and onto his rigid pecs. His hairy abs were crunched up and slick, shining in the few rays of light. Nick had the urge to sit on his lap and lick the stud dry, but he tried to contain himself.

“Maybe.”

“Well then,” Francis said, lightly punching Nick’s shoulder. “Maybe I’ll have to beat the shit of you, then.”

Nick scoffed. “Yeah right. You’d never hurt me.”

Francis was silent for a while. “You’re right, I wouldn’t do that. But that doesn’t mean I won’t spank you.” he said, laughing a bit.

They drove quietly, an awkward moment between the two of them, but it was an awkwardness that Nick liked. It made him feel closer to Francis.

They drove like that for a while, until Francis asked what kind of music Nick liked, trying to tune the radio.

“Some pop, a bit of rap. Electronic too.”

Francis nodded. “You like country?”

“No, not really.”

Francis laughed. “Me neither.” The jock put on some music for them to listen to, but when they started talking about Nick’s plans for university, Francis listened intently, occasionally throwing quick glances up and down Nick’s body. Nick did the same, taking care to only do it when Francis was making a turn or focused on the road. They were headed deep on a gravel road through the woods, and it was getting dark quick. Nick wondered just how far in they were going.

“You’re not taking me into the woods to murder me, right?” Nick asked, trying to crack a joke.

“Nah, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it ages ago.”

Nick laughed again, watching the stud drive with ease. He was desperate to climb onto his body and ride him like a horse. But Nick was once again forced to control himself. The rising stiffy in his pants, however, was suggesting otherwise.

When they finally came upon legal hunting ground, it was pretty dark. Francis swore under his breath. “I should have left earlier.”

“Then I wouldn’t have been able to come with you,” Nick reminded him.

Francis smiled. “Yeah. Guess you’re right.” He parked his truck on the side of the road where there was some room, then got outside, where it was beginning to drizzle again. “We’ll set up camp for tonight and I’ll teach you a bit about guns before we go to bed. We can go hunting in the morning.”

“Sounds good,” Nick said, secretly wondering if the two of them would be sharing a tent. He hadn’t seen Francis bring in another one, except that he had brought down a second sleeping bag. He hoped the jock liked to sleep nude.

Nick helped Francis take some things out of the truck, but he insisted on doing it himself.

“Don’t worry, I got it,” he said, smiling at Nick. He lifted some of the equipment easily with one arm, showing off his large biceps and beefy pecs. Nick hoped Francis was trying to get him horny on purpose. Nick took some stuff anyway, following the jock down the overgrown path. The trees made everything around them dark, and they walked through it for about twenty minutes before Francis brought them to a spot he liked. After their long trek, Nick was glad he wore his tough boots that day.

“Here’s nice,” he said, showing him to small empty patch of ground that was free of any trees. There was a pile of old, burnt firewood in the centre, surrounded by ashes. Francis dropped his stuff and cocked an eyebrow. “You know how to set up a tent?”

Nick nodded. “Yup. I’ve gone camping before.”

Francis smiled. “Cool. You wanna set it up while I get some firewood?” he asked, adjusting the shot gun slung across his broad, bulky shoulders. He slicked back his damp hair and gave Nick a long stare while he scratched his pubes and adjusted the junk in his pants. He was definitely getting horny.

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” he replied, turned on by the fact that he was alone in the woods with a hot, horny jock. “How many tents are there?” he asked, secretly trying to think of how he’d seduce the stud that night.

“Just one.”

Nick tried to hide his smile. “Alright. That’s easy,” he said, knowing that with only one tent, it’d also be much easier to get the hunk’s attention.

“Kay, see ya in a few.”

He grinned, watching his tight ass as he went off into the trees. “See you.”

It was about half an hour when Francis returned with some old logs, large branches and dry twigs. Nick had completely set up camp by then and was overjoyed to see that the tent they were sharing was meant for just one person. Francis started the fire while Nick pulled out their sleeping bags.

When the fire was set, Francis pulled off his camo vest, using it to wipe his damp, hairy torso. Despite the trees that sheltered them from the rain, it was still cold, and Francis eventually pulled on a tight sweater that showed off his ripped arms and large chest. He caught Nick staring but didn’t say anything. He’d been looking at Nick’s ass the entire time he was bent over a backpack full of food anyway, so he thought they were even.

Then, Francis got rid of his hot jeans, temporarily wearing just his boxer shorts. Nick caught a few glimpses of his fat ass and bulging dick before he put on a pair of long-johns. They made the stud look way cuter, and it was nice to see him bulge through the cotton. Francis picked at his stirring dick a few times, trying to imagine anything else but Nick’s own body as he changed into some warmer night clothes. But nothing he did helped.

Eventually, the two guys pulled out a few cans of food and warmed it by the fire, talking to each other about whatever they could think of. Night fell fast, and it wasn’t long until Nick got a bit horny. He was eager for Francis to make a move, but after waiting a good while, Nick thought it was time to take matters into his own hands.

Nick began rubbing his arms, which were covered in a spare sweater that Francis had lent him. He was also wearing one of the McCarthy’s old fleece jackets. Nick shook a little, trying to make it obvious enough for Francis to notice.

“You cold?” he asked.

Nick nodded quickly.

Francis was sitting on the ground, his legs spread wide apart for Nick to see the bulge in his cotton tights. He tapped the spot next to him on the floor. “Get over here.”

Nick scuffled over quickly, sitting close enough to him that their bodies touched. Despite being fully clothed, he still liked it when he rubbed up on Francis, and it got his dick hard.

The jock scooted closer to Nick, so that their legs were almost intertwined. “Stay close to me and the fire. You’ll get better.”

“Th-thanks,” Nick said, smiling to him.

Francis messed up Nick’s hair, grinning at him. “No prob.” Then, he took a sip from his beer. Before he put it down, he gave Nick a quick look and offered him the same can.

Nick stared back at him, not sure if he should take it.

“Go ahead.”

Nick still wasn’t sure.

“No one’s around, Nick. It’s just the two of us.”

Nick smiled. He reminded himself that being alone with a horny jock was something he’d dreamt about for years. And it was even better that they were surrounded by miles of forest, undisturbed by anyone.

“Alright.” He took the can out of Francis’ big hand and took a sip, tasting Francis’ warm saliva on the metal. The beer tasted foul to him, but he didn’t really mind all that much. It was the fact that he was taking a sip from Francis’ can that made him feel good.

Francis laughed, looking at the disgusted look on Nick’s face. “You were eager to down a few cans of these last night.”

Nick nodded, a bit embarrassed. “I was trying to impress both of you.”

Francis frowned, letting Nick keep the beer. “You don’t have to do that, Nick. I like you just the way you are.”

Nick’s heart fluttered, skipping a beat. Had Francis really just said that? Francis also seemed a bit off-put, realizing what had just come out of his mouth. But he reminded himself, it was just the two of there out here. Alone.

“You… do?”

Francis nodded, looking off into the distance as if he was unsure of himself. “Yeah. I like hanging out with you. Before and after we… y’know…”

“Well we usually don’t hang out after we do it,” Nick said.

The jock looked guilty. “Yeah. I’m… sorry about that. I just… I’m not entirely comfortable with our situation just yet. It’s still new to me.”

“I understand. You don’t have to apologize.”

“But I should. You’ve been good to me. I mean, besides what happened with Matt…”

Nick blushed. He didn’t like what he had done to Francis. He just didn’t know that Francis would’ve objected. Nick shivered again, this time really feel a bit cold.

Francis grinned at him again. “Your balls still freezing?”

Nick nodded silently.

Francis moved around, scooting behind Nick and wrapping him up in his body. He sheltered him like a jacket, placing the boy in-between his two, outstretched legs, and letting him rest against his bulging chest. Nick felt warm by leaning into his body, and it was making him feel a certain way toward the jock as he used his big muscles to warm the boy up.

“That better?” Francis asked, his mouth dangerously close to Nick’s ear.

“Y-yeah,” Nick mumbled, feeling something awakening in his pants.

Francis rubbed Nick’s arms, and brought his legs closer to Nick’s, trying to keep the boy close to him. “I shouldn’t have brought you out here.”

“N-no, I like it.”

“You don’t seem like your having any fun. I didn’t even get to teach you anything tonight.”

Nick shrugged. “That’s not your fault. It just got dark fast. We’ll start early tomorrow.”

“You still want to?”

“For sure! I like hanging out with you too, y’know.”

Francis grinned, trying to hide his feelings. Then he nodded. “Sounds good, then. We’ll start early tomorrow.”

They were silent for a while. Then, Francis spoke again. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He reached a hand around to a backpack not too far away, fumbling around in it for a while before he pulled something out of it. He showed Nick a flat, small, white box. He handed it to Nick, who was thoroughly surprised. Francis had got him a present?

“What is it?” Nick said, taking the box with shaking hands.

“Open it,” Francis smiled.

Nick took the lid off. Inside, was a neatly-folded jockstrap. It was a light blue colour with white straps—identical to the one Francis had worn the first time they had fucked. But Nick knew it wasn’t the same. This one had a price-tag on it that read $39.99. Had Francis had spent his own money on a gift for Nick? Now that Nick thought about it, did Francis even have a job outside of his farm?

“Is this for me?”

“Yeah. It’s yours. Since… I kinda broke your other one. I was going to give it to you before you left for California, but I guess now’s as good as ever.”

Nick looked up at him, smiling. He couldn’t believe Francis had even remembered breaking his jockstrap when they’d fucked in the bathroom stall at the gym. And the fact that this was the same kind of jockstrap that Francis had worn during their first time together…

“You like it?”

“Yes. A lot. Th-thanks, Francis.”

“No problem, man. I kinda owed you. Let me know if it fits and everything—that it’s not too tight on the boys. I wasn’t sure of your size.”

Nick looked back up to the stud’s freckled face. Not for the first time, Nick saw what looked like nervousness in the jock’s eyes. “Do you… want me to try it on? You can tell me if it looks good.”

Francis looked taken aback, as if he hadn’t expected this at all. He stuttered his answer. “I, uh, yeah, um, sure. I-it’s a small,” Francis added lamely.

Nick smiled. “It should fit. But I’ll try it on.”

Francis got up, making Nick feel suddenly cold as his big, warm muscles left his side. “I’ll look away while you change,” Francis said.

Nick shook his head. “No, its alright. You can stare,” he teased, already beginning to pull down his jeans. “I mean… we’re both guys…”

Francis felt nervous. ‘They were both guys…’ that was exactly what Francis had been worried about for the past few weeks.

Francis couldn’t help watch as Nick turned around, pulling down his pants by the fire, slipping out of his briefs and showing his tight, white ass to him. He bent down to get the briefs off, exposing his pink, hairless hole to the jock. Francis felt his cock slither in his long underwear, awakening to an urge he told himself not to act on. But he couldn’t take his eyes off the meaty white cheeks before him. And the fact that he had Nick completely to himself out here in the woods made his mind swirl with dirty thoughts.

Nick slipped on the jockstrap. He put his balls and dick inside the front, adjusting it a bit and grabbing the package to see if it fit nice. Everything was nice and snug—and unlike the mesh ones he’d find in the locker room before, this one didn’t make his balls ache. It fit perfectly.

Nick adjusted the straps underneath his cheeks and turned around to face Francis. His whole package was on display for the jock, and Nick knew he’d given Francis enough view of his ass already. “It’s a perfect fit. How’s it look?”

Francis realized his mouth was watering. He wished he’d gotten a longer view of Nick’s ass. “I-it’s, uh, it looks really nice on you. Real sexy.”

Nick smiled. He pulled his pants back on and sat in between Francis’ legs again. “Feels great. I think I’ll keep them on a for a while,” he turned a bit pink, realizing that the imprint in Francis’ tight pants had gotten larger and more swollen. He’d turned Francis on, just by showing off his ass.

“You really like it? You’re not just saying that?”

Nick looked back at him, his lips close to Francis’ face. “Yes, Francis. I really mean it. I love them. Thank you.”

Francis blushed, looking awkwardly at his feet. “Your welcome, dude.”

Nick turned back around, leaning into this body again. The two boys continued talking, while Nick downed some more beer. He could feel something hard against his back, and the jock made no attempt of trying to distance himself from Nick’s body. Eventually, Nick began to doze off, and Francis helped him up into the tent.

Nick took off his pants, showing Francis his tight ass again. He kept his shirt on and Francis tucked him into his sleeping back, fully aware that his exposed ass would only be a few inches away from him throughout the night. Nick would be sleeping in his jockstrap, and that turned Francis on.

Nick lazily watched Francis, a bit buzzed, as he ripped his sweater off and threw away his long johns. He exposed his beefy, hairy body, which rippled in raw muscle and power. Then, he too slipped into his sleeping bag, giving Nick a wink before he zipped himself up.

“Well… goodnight.”

Nick nodded, trying to stay warm in his sleeping bag by curling his body. “Goodnight.” He suddenly wished he’d worn a jacket or something thicker overtop his shirt, and perhaps kept his pants on. He could hear the patter of rain get louder over their tent, and before he knew it, he was starting to shiver slightly. The noise of the bag rubbing up on the side of the tent, and against Francis’ sleeping bag, suddenly awoke the jock.

“Are you cold, again?” he asked, feeling a bit chilly himself. Despite his love of sleeping nude, even Francis thought to wear something to bed, although it wasn’t much. He mostly just didn’t want to get a boner in front of Nick.

Francis turned over to face the teenager, a concerned look on his face. As Nick turned to answer his question, he couldn’t help but think that Francis had worn this same innocent look the first time they’d met. And the first time they’d fucked.

“Uh… yeah. A little,” he admitted, feeling embarrassed.

Francis snuck his hands out of his bag and began to undo his zipper, while cocking his head at him. “Come on over,” he said, showing Nick to a spot next to him in his bag. Nick was awestruck.

“R-really?” he asked, beginning to undo his own zipper.

“Yeah, man. I’m kinda cold too.”

As Nick smiled at him, he crept out of his sleeping bag, unable to look away from the stud’s meaty chest and rigid abs peeking through the opening. There didn’t seem like a lot of space for the two of them, but that only encouraged Nick more.

“Th-thanks,” Nick muttered, sneaking into his bag as he tried to contain the bulge in his jockstrap. He slipped inside, his ass facing Francis’ body. The jock scooched over to give him some space, while wrapping his arm around him to zip the both of them up.

“No problem, bro.”

Nick lay in next to him, his ass firmly planted against the hard, fat member in his boxer briefs. The stud’s beefy legs were sliding in-between his and if Nick had been shirtless, he would have felt his fat pecs and hard nipples against his back.

“Wait,” Nick said, suddenly pulling the shirt off of himself and throwing it across the tent. Francis stared at him, wondering why he did that. “Body warmth,” Nick answered, hoping the jock would be okay with it.

“Makes sense,” he muttered back.

Nick settled against his body, feeling the stud’s massive muscles caress and bulge around his body. The boy’s dick stirred in his jockstrap, pulsing against the fabric and longing to escape. Nick was lucky that Francis couldn’t see it.

The jock’s big pecs pressed up on his back, and his abs rested right above his ass. He was basically cuddling with Nick, with a hard dick, and an excuse for keeping him warm. Nick didn’t object at all. His ripped arm came over and zipped the both of them inside, and then wrapped itself over Nick’s small body. His hand rested inches away from Nick’s bulge, however, still touching his bare skin. The two boys lay next to each other, utterly naked besides a pair of underwear. Nick couldn’t let go of the fact that Francis’s boner was bulging through his boxers, and was resting against his own bare ass.

“Comfy?” Francis asked, his low, hot breath whispering into Nick’s ear.

Nick smiled, wishing that the jock’s boner would never go away. The large shaft was on Nick’s butt cheek, throbbing with desire. Nick was sure that the stud’s boxers were a little wet.

“Very,” he said, suddenly feeling the stud’s fingers graze his package. Then, they rubbed up on his bulge, suddenly massaging his balls. Nick mumbled his words as he felt pleasure jolting up his body. “What… what are you doing?”

“Nick… I’m horny.”

“…Huh?” Nick was still a bit sleepy, and the jock’s fingers rubbing against his dick and balls was making it hard to talk or understand anything. He suddenly felt Francis’ hand leave his junk and instead dig it’s way inside of his jockstrap, reaching his hardening penis and pulling his foreskin down to rub his wet head.

“I’m hard for you,” Francis muttered, not sure what he was saying.

“You’re what?”

Francis suddenly wished he hadn’t said it like that. “I-I—I’m horny, Nick. I’m getting hard. Could you… do me a favour?”

Nick nodded before he could say anything else. His eyes were finally opening, and the fact that one of Francis’ hands was on his dick while another was stroking his ass was more than what he’d expected from him. “Sure, Francis. What… do you wanna do?”

“Would you… would let me fuck you?” Francis asked, suddenly sounding nervous. His mouth was pressed up against Nick’s face, and his body was beginning to get tense.

Nick smiled at him. “Of course.”

Francis smiled back, grinning stupidly. It was a sight that made Nick’s heart flutter. Before Nick could do anything, Francis leaned in close, putting his whole hand down Nick’s crotch while staring at Nick’s bright brown eyes. Then, he put his lips’s slowly over Nick’s mouth, wondering if he was allowed to. They were both a bit drunk, so Francis was feeling bold.

Nick kissed him. He raised his face to Francis’ level, sucking on his lips and tasting his spit. Francis was on him, pressing hard on his body as he continued to massage the boy’s dick. His tongue then invaded Nick’s mouth, slobbering across his face and trying to taste every last drop of the boy’s saliva.

“Uhhhnnn…” Nick moaned, feeling the jock tickle his piss-slit, sliding his glans in-between two of his fingers.

“A-am I hurting you?” he said, suddenly going up for breath.

Nick shook his head. “No. You’re just really good.”

Francis blushed. He wasn’t sure if being good at pleasuring another man was something he ought to be proud of.

The jock continued, sucking on Nick’s face and pushing on his mouth for more. They made out for a while, tasting each other’s spit and biting their lips like men as Francis straddled Nick’s body. Then, as he rubbed his bulge on Nick’s naked thigh, the boy pulled away. He was wide awake now, wanting to pleasure the stud.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said, wondering if it was possible to do so in the their sleeping bag.

“You want me to?” Francis teased.

“More than anything. B-but… I’m still a bit sore from yesterday…” Nick said, remembering the vigorous fucking he’d received from both the McCarthy boys.

Francis grinned, pecking Nick’s lips again. “I’ll glow slow, and I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

Nick closed his eyes, smiling like he was in bliss. Just to hear Francis say those words was enough to get him over the edge. He turned around to expose his backside to the jock, letting him climb over his body. “Thanks.”

Francis kissed his neck, then snaked his mouth down Nick’s spine. It was difficult to do in their sleeping bag, but he squeezed and moved around, reaching the small of Nick’s back and sucking on his most gentle skin, making Nick moan in ecstasy. “You don’t need to thank me. Your body, your rules.”

Nick liked that. He smiled back at him, arching his back and throwing his ass into Francis’ face. “Then I’m all yours. Do what you want with me.”

While the jock grinded his wet, bulging boxers on Nick’s thigh, he grinned at the twink like a horny schoolboy and began to rub his bright white cheeks. They were so round and perky, bouncing and jiggling with each touch Francis made. “You’re so hot,” he said to him.

“No, you are.”

Francis kissed his ass cheeks, before pushing them apart with his hands. “You’re hotter, babe.” The sleeping bag stretched and warped under Francis’ movement, but he was too horny to care. He exposed Nick’s pink, puckering hole. It was hairless and tight, waiting for Francis to enter him. Nick was expecting a cock to ram his insides, but he was surprised by what he felt first.

“Oh shit!” Nick exclaimed, feeling a hot, wet tongue pierce his asshole. “Ohhh fuck!”

Francis laughed a bit, tasting the boy’s anus with his dripping tongue, while placing kisses on his warm entrance. “You like that?”

“Fuck yeah. You’re amazing,” he said. This was the first time Francis had kissed his hole like that.

Francis continued licking him, spitting on his hole and then lapping at his juices. His skin tasted good to him, and his soft flesh was perfect for a good dicking. Francis sucked on him, pushing his ass cheeks further apart to get deeper into him. Nick moaned into the sleeping bag, grasping at it as the fat tongue lathered his ass with spit and entered his hole.

“Ohhhh fuck!” Nick moaned again, pushing his butt further up into Francis’ face. The jock liked that and spanked him as he whined in pleasure. Francis continued eating him out, moving his mouth down towards the boy’s scrotum, then back up to his sweaty hole, which was puckering in anticipation, waiting for Francis to enter him.

The stud gave his hole a few more flicks of his tongue before he pressed it inside him, tasting his flesh.

“Uhhhnnnn! That’s amazing…” Nick said to him, writhing in the sleeping bag.

Francis grinned, lubing him his hole up with more spit. “You taste so good,” he murmured.

Nick pushed his ass further into his face, letting the jock take full control. Francis spanked him again before putting his hand up and down the boy’s crack. He licked two of his fingers then inserted them into Nick’s asshole, going slowly at first.

“Oh shit!” he groaned, feeling the two large, manly fingers enter his anus. They stretched out his sore hole, filling him up. The man’s fingers were warm and hard, and as Francis pushed them deeper inside of him, Nick squirmed and shook. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“You want more?” Francis teased him, grabbing his ass with his free hand.

“Yes, daddy. Give me more.”

Francis smiled, giving the twink exactly what he wanted. He inserted another finger, pushing the three of them harder into him, trying to go at a slow pace. He pushed until no more could fit. Then, after he withdrew them, he pushed them back in, fucking the boy slowly with his hand.

“Uhhhnn!”

“You’re shaking,” Francis said to him, rubbing his hands over Nick’s bare back and putting his body overtop to comfort him, trying to keep him warm.

“It just feels so good, with you on top,” Nick answered, feeling the stud’s weight against him. He was being finger fucked while Francis leaned over his body. It was hot being dominated by him.

“So you’re okay?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Francis inserted his fingers once more, pushing into him deep, then withdrawing to fuck him with it again. “Say my name, Nick.”

“Uhhhhnnn… Francis.”

“Louder. Say my name like you mean it. Tell me you want me.”

“Francis! Fuck me, Francis! I want you to fuck me hard with your big, wet cock. Punish me, daddy.”

That was exactly what Francis needed to hear. All the doubts he had about fucking Nick were gone as the boy cried out his name, begging to be mutilated by the man’s engorged, horny cock. Francis took his fingers out and spanked the twink hard before he began to slip his boxers off. His thighs were wide apart, flanking both sides of Nick’s body, so it would be impossible to slide them off. And with the sleeping bag still overtop of them, Francis didn’t want to expose Nick to the cold.

Instead, Francis took his boner out through the fly of his boxers. He pulled his balls out too, wanting to let the boys be as free as possible. He rubbed his cock a few times before he spread Nick’s cheeks apart, feeling his trembling hole with his hands.

“I don’t have any lube or a condom.”

Nick arched his back again, showing his hole to Francis. “You can raw me whenever you want, daddy. My hole is yours.”

“Are you sure, Nick? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Do it, Francis. I’m ready.”

Francis bit his lip, spreading Nick’s cheeks apart as he held his massive, eight inch slab of meat down so that he could fit it in his hole. He smacked it hard a few times on his back and ass, making the boy wince and moan in pleasure, waiting for the large shaft to enter his body and prod the deepest, most darkest parts of his ass. Francis pulled at his jockstrap and let it go quickly, whipping the boy with the elastic waistband. Nick squealed, arching his back and giving the hunk more of his ass.

Francis held his massive tool in his hands. It was red hot and raw, dripping with pre-cum as he guided the large, heavy schlong to Nick’s ass. “Okay,” he murmured, watching Nick look back at him, horniness etched onto his face.

“Put it inside me,” he begged, staring at Francis rub his cock. Francis spat on his shaft, rolling it over his head and slick skin. His erection throbbed with each heart beat, the veins of his member protruding as blood filled his dick. Then, he touched the tip of his head to Nick’s hole, beginning to push his wet cock into the boy’s cunt.

“UHN!” Nick groaned, feeling the wide head pierce his asshole as it entered him. It stretched his anus apart, digging into his tight, warm flesh as it drove its way deeper inside of him. “Ohhhh fuck! Francis!”

“Say my name, baby,” Francis muttered, pushing more of himself into Nick as he piled over top of his small body. “Oh fuckkk, you’re always so tight.”

“Uhnn… Francis…”

“I’m right here, baby. I’ll take care of you tonight.” Francis drove his shaft further in as he lay on top of Nick. His massive, meaty pecs crushed Nick’s body into the floor of the tent and his rough, rippling abs twitched and flexed against his back. The stud’s powerful arms wrapped around Nick’s body and held onto his shoulders, planting Nick onto his cock.

The jock shoved himself into Nick slowly, entering him with moans of pleasure and pain, for Nick’s hole was just too tight.

“FUCK! Francis!”

“Am I hurting you?”

“Yeah… but don’t stop. Go all the way, daddy.”

Francis smiled, kissing the nape of Nick’s neck and breathing his words into his ear. “You want that cock inside of you, baby?”

Nick nodded, pushing his ass further up against Francis’ groin, feeling his boxers and the long, fuzzy pubes that stuck out of them. “Yes, Francis. Fuck me good.”

Francis grabbed Nick’s ass from behind, rubbing his cheeks and pinching his flesh with his big hands. “How do you want it?” Francis muttered, breathing on his back as his body continued to flatten Nick down. He slapped his ass, putting red handprints on his bright white cheeks.

“Fast and hard,” he whined, with Francis’ penis throbbing in his hole. The jock began moving his hips, letting his dripping member slip in and out of Nick. It was hot and hard, filling his entire hole up. It barely fit and was it not for Francis’ spit, Nick’s anus would have been burning at the intense friction of the stud’s slick, rubbery tool.

“You like that?” Francis teased, spanking the boy again. He held fistfuls of his ass, giving Nick the pain that he so desperately needed. He wanted to be treated like a filthy slut by his daddy.

Nick grit his teeth, unable to talk with the stud’s massive dick deep inside of him. It felt so good. “Yes, daddy.”

“You want me to go faster or is this okay?”

Nick nodded, distracted by the sensational feeling of Francis’ cock leaking pre-cum into his hole. His head was red hot, hitting the top of anus and pushing his body apart with it’s huge size. Francis had never been this hard for him before. “Go faster. I can handle it.”

“Alright. Get ready, babe.” Then, still surprising him, Nick felt Francis shove himself deeper inside of his asshole, plugging him up and slapping his ass with his groin and balls. He went all in, impaling the twink with his veiny, eight-inch cock. Nick moaned in pain, but he enjoyed every moment of it.

“Damn… you take this cock like a man. You want it, baby?”

Nick nodded, biting his lip and grasping at the bottom of their sleeping bag. “Yes, daddy, you’re perfect. Keep going, Francis. Be rough with me. I can take it.”

“Alright, Nick. Shit, I’m so horny.”

Nick nodded, bracing through the pain of the man’s enormous member as Francis pushed himself even deeper inside. There was nothing Nick could do—he was squashed against the ground by Francis’ brawny, athletic body and his bulky arms were keeping him in place. Francis’ legs surrounded Nick’s thighs as he shoved himself in-between Nick’s tight cheeks, grabbing more fistfuls of flesh.

Nick lay there with a warm, smooth dick in his asshole, pulsing hard and expelling jizz into his anus. He felt the pain coursing up his ass, but it felt so good being dominated by Francis, and he was willing to do anything for him, especially when the jock was trying to hard to please him just the way he wanted.

Francis threw his head back, moaning silently as Nick serviced the head of his penis by rubbing up hard against the stud’s groin. He purposely clenched his hole, trying to milk the fat member of all its cum.

“Oh man… shit…” Francis groaned, holding onto Nick as he continued to thrust into him. “Aww yeah, fuck…” he swore, slowly pulling his cock out of Nick’s hole. He got off of him for a moment and spat on his dick, trying to lube himself up even more. He rubbed Nick’s hole with his wet fingers then let the tip of his cock slip silently inside.

“Mmmhh…” Nick moaned, letting the muscular jock slide his thick meat back inside his hole, making his anus expand and shake in pain and pleasure. His hard, rigid head stabbed at his prostate, and then moved further up through him, piercing his body like a long, wooden pole.

“Fuuuuuckk!” Francis grunted, his mouth wide open as the twink’s tight flesh engulfed his whole, throbbing dick. The hunk grabbed onto Nick’s waist, trying to pull him closer. He made the teenager groan in ecstasy while the boy’s own dick leaked pre-cum through his jockstrap.

Nick closed his eyes and concentrated on the warm, wet cock in his hole, filling him up from behind, while Francis’ entire body held him close. Nick’s anus clenched as Francis pushed, making the hunk wince and moan as the flesh squirmed around his oversized dick.

His big, sweaty balls hung low underneath, slapping against Nick’s ass as Francis put his hands through Nick’s head and began thrusting his groin hard against his butt. They whipped back and forth, loose, big and heavy like a bull’s testicles. They were full of testosterone and spunk, fuelling Francis’ ego and making his veins throb and pop with power and rage.

“Shit, take my cock, Nick. Take that fucking dick.”

Nick looked up at his face, twisting his head back to watch the beefy stud close his eyes in euphoria. He began to sweat as he worked hard to put his wet member inside of the teenager. His abs were flexing, and his arms bulged with muscle as he held onto Nick. His nipples were hard and his rigid pecs were drenched in a film of sweat, making his smooth, tanned body look like that of a god.

“UHN!” Nick exclaimed, as Francis thrust into him hard, grabbing Nick by the waist again and piling himself inside. He put his hands on the boy’s back, slowly taking his dick out and then shoving it back inside like he was sticky old sock used for jerking off. Nick felt the cock impale him, treating him like a sex slave and a horny, hungry young man. He wanted the stud’s dick even more, and he needed to be disciplined for his overwhelming desire.

“Use my hole, daddy,” Nick told him. “Pound that ass…”

Francis got even faster, tapping the boy’s behind quickly with hard force. “Yeah, baby… you like my cock?”

Nick tried hard not to let the pain take over his body. He grinded against Francis’ crotch and let the stud’s fluid movements massage his insides.

Francis took his spare hand and smacked Nick across his ass, grabbing his neck and thrusting himself deeper inside. “Answer me, Nick. Tell me you want my cock.”

Nick nodded, smiling as the jock punished him. “I want it,” he mumbled, making the stud grin as the warm hole clenched his cock. “I want your fat cock deep inside of me.”

“Uhhhnnn… you feel amazing on my dick,” Francis said, rubbing his hands over Nick’s sweaty body. Then he swept through Nick’s hair, trying to comfort him as he attacked his backside.

Francis slapped Nick’s plump ass once more, turning his pale flesh a bright pink and causing Nick to squeal in pain. Then, the jock put both his hands on the small of Nick’s back, grabbing his waist hard and wrapping Nick’s legs with his own thick, hairy thighs. They flexed with hard muscle and bulky meat, pinning the twink down on the floor as he leaned overtop, thrusting himself deep and fast into Nick’s cheeks, using the boy like he was the last hole on earth for him to fuck.

“Mmmmhhh!” Nick moaned, feeling the thick, hard rod of meat penetrate his insides and rip through him. It reached the deepest part of his body, slamming into his bladder and grinding his prostate to a pulp, over and over again. The warmth of their flesh and the friction of Francis’ vigorous movements made Nick’s anus heat up and throb, squirming in pleasure and massaging the stud’s fat, pulsing erection. Francis’ hairy groin pressed hard against Nick’s ass, slapping hard on top of him and throwing a fat sack of nuts around wildly in between them both.

It hurt Francis’ balls to fly around so erratically, slapping into hard flesh and getting caught in-between his groin as he fucked Nick hard. But Francis just held onto the twink’s shoulders, trying to brace through the pain like a man and take out his anger and sexual frustration on Nick’s squirms of pleasure and submission.

“Dominate me!” Nick begged, feeling the stud pick up his pace.

Francis did as Nick asked, putting one hand to Nick’s mouth. He put three fingers inside of him and pulled back on his head through his mouth, stretching out his cheek. “Yeahhh… you wanna be punished like a bad little faggot?”

“Uhhnn… yes, daddy,” Nick mumbled, as the fingers filled his mouth and began to choke him. He loved it this way, and he needed more of it. No one fucked him the way Francis did, and he loved him for it.

Francis kept rhythmically pumping in and out of Nick’s hole, pulling on his mouth and keeping a tight hold on his shoulder to fuck his tight little ass harder than ever. He groaned and grunted, slapping the twink’s cheeks and ploughing his boner up into his ass as his fingers filled the boy’s mouth. “Uggghhh!” he moaned, grunting as he shoved more of himself inside. “Fuck!”

Nick wailed in bliss as the thick erection stabbed his anal cavity. Francis was still clambering over him, putting his whole body overtop Nick and throwing his beefy hand into the teenager’s mouth. He continued fucking, drilling his hole as his cock ripped Nick’s little body apart.

Francis’ hard, bulging chest was pressed against Nick’s shoulders, his naked, hairy body warming his bare skin. His abs flexed against his back, tickling Nick and sending shivers up his spine. Nick’s asshole clenched, squeezing the hunk’s dick and making him wince in pain.

“Fuckk. You like this, faggot? You like it when I fuck you like that?”

Nick nodded, whining again. Sweat dripped down from Francis’ face and landed on his back and neck, running down his body.

“Yeahhh, baby. I’m gonna breed your ass, bare. You’re all mine.” He spanked him hard, making his ass bright red. “You belong to me, now. You understand that?”

“Yes, daddy,” he replied, wishing every bit of it was true. He belonged to no one else but Francis. The jock owned his hole.

“You’re so good to me, babe. You let me do whatever I want. You gonna take this cock like a good boy?”

He whined, moaning in thrill as the jock impaled his cock even harder. “Yeah! Breed me!”

Francis picked up speed, fucking Nick’s tight little hole. His thrusts were hard and fast, slapping into the boy’s ass so hard that each pounding was like a hard spanking. The fat pole inside Nick’s anus expanded his cavity, ripping through him fast and violently so that his whole body jumped upward, skidding across the floor of the tent with the mans’ powerful movements.

Francis pulled Nick’s head back with his large fingers, while pushing them deeper into the boy’s mouth, making him choke and gag.

“Uhhhhhhhhnnnnn! Oooohhhhhhh!” Nick moaned, closing his eyes as the pain overtook him, making his dick hard and his balls ache. “Yeaaahhhh! Fuck me!”

Francis keep drilling his hole, pounding his little ass at full speed. He was going so fast that the jock had to keep his mouth open, panting for air as sweat dripped off his body like rain. He dug his hand deeper into Nick’s face and then with his other hand, spreading one of Nick’s legs up to better reach his ass while tightening the anus around his erect cock. It gave him more space to fuck, causing Nick’s ass to clench in pain.

“FUCKKK!” Francis exclaimed, slapping his butt and thrusting deeper into Nick’s hole. “I’m gonna cum!”

Nick nodded, looking back at the jock as his whole body jerked. Francis pushed himself up onto Nick, squishing his whole body into the floor. He felt the hunk’s huge erection jerk inside of his ass, stabbing at his bladder as his whole body bucked and his hips gave a mighty thrust into him. Nick heard himself scream in pain and pleasure, probably echoing across the entire forest, announcing to the world that a man was cumming inside of him.

Huge, powerful pumps of hot cum filled Nick’s ass, bubbling and oozing it’s way up inside his body. The jock kept thrusting fast and hard, moaning Nick’s name while grunting in pleasure. His thick hairy legs pressed against Nick’s waist and his hard nipples dug into his back. He kept Nick’s ass on his groin, and his fingers in his mouth, still clinging on, fucking slowly and deeply like it was their first time together.

“Awwwww…. fuckkk…” he moaned, biting Nick’s earlobe and sucking on it.

The sperm filled Nick’s body, squirting all over the place with each thrust. Then, when Francis began to slow down, it started to drip little by little out of his tight boy-cunt. Francis lay over top of him, their bodies flat against one another as the stud fucked him and breathed against Nick’s face.

“That was so good…” Nick muttered to him, feeling the jock’s hot, horny breath on his face. “I’ve always wanted to be fucked like that.”

Francis nodded, smiling like an idiot. “Well I like fucking your tight little ass, Nick,” he said, making Nick’s heart skip several beats. “There’s nothing I love more.”

Nick turned his head to look at him, staring into his deep green eyes, aware that while the man’s hard cock was still far inside his body, their lips were only inches away from one another. “Really? Not even… pussy?”

Francis shook his head, looking back into Nick’s eyes. “No,” he said, thrusting hard into him one last time. “Not even pussy can make me cum like that.”

Nick and Francis were both blushing, though it was hard to see in the dark. Then, Francis kissed him, sucking on his hot lips and exchanging spit. He breathed hard on him, sticking his tongue against his and wrestling with it, feeling every bit of his mouth. Francis pushed him down again, feeling the boy’s chest and nipples with his hands, then going down to feel his developing abs.

Nick suddenly broke free of the kiss. “You’re… still hard,” he said, realizing that unloading his spunk just once may not have been enough to satisfy his manly urge.

Francis looked down at his dick, which was only half out of Nick’s hole. Sure enough, the monster was still erect. “Yeah.”

“So… you’re still horny, then?”

“Are you?”

Nick knew the answer. Despite having shot enough pre-cum to look like an actual load, Nick knew that he was too focused on pleasuring Francis to cum himself. “Yes, I am.”

Francis grinned, licking Nick’s lips. “Then what are we gonna do about it?”

Nick gave him a devilish smile. “Well… since you like my ass so much… why don’t you eat me out, while you fuck my mouth?”

Francis looked surprised. “Damn. Sounds hot, but… how would we…”

Nick kissed him once more. “I’ll be on top of you, sucking your big dick…” he said to him, feeling the stud’s cock twitch with each word, “while my ass is on your face.”

Francis rubbed Nick’s body, feeling his warm, soft skin. “Deal.”

Nick instantly began moving, shuffling about in the sleeping bag so that Francis hard, rigid body was beneath his. It was easy to move considering how sweaty the both of them were, and feeling the stud’s hairy muscles brush against him made him even hornier.

“A hundred bucks says I can make you cum,” Francis said to him.

Nick giggled. “Oh, I believe you.”

“Are you doubting my abilities?” Francis asked, spanking him once more as his ass came around his face. He noticed that Nick’s cock was still fully hard for him inside his jockstrap. It turned the stud on.

“No, I’m serious,” Nick said. “Make me cum, and I’ll do the same. In fact… I’ll swallow.”

Francis rubbed the boy’s ass with his big hands, mesmerized by his plump cheeks. “You got it, dude…”

Nick pushed his ass down on Francis’ face, feeling the hunk’s nose and wet lips dig into his crack, licking and spitting his way up and down. The feeling was sensational, and Nick was still surprised at how eager the stud was to eat him out. The jock pecked his fat ass cheeks, licking his soft skin in-between desperate laps of his taint and tight little hole.

“Mmmm…” Francis moaned, as he felt Nick’s soft fingers graze over his pink head. It was engorged and sticky with his cum and Nick’s ass sweat. It smelled sweet, like salty jizz and dirty, manly sweat. Nick licked it eagerly, tasting the man’s soft, warm fluids. He felt the jock tremble under Nick’s touch, his skin getting goosebumps.

What Nick liked the most was seeing that Francis had been so desperate to fuck him that he hadn’t even waited to take his boxer briefs off before doing it. Nick took them off himself, slipping them down his hairy, muscular thighs so that he could get at the entire length of the stud’s hard dick and loose, bouncing balls. He sniffed his underwear, relishing in the dirty, grimy smells that came with being a guy.

Francis, meanwhile, buried his face into Nick’s ass, pulling at his jockstrap and whipping it back against his pink, perky cheeks. He could see the boy’s junk bulging through it, and so he removed his balls and penis from the pouch, aroused by how hard and wet he was. His balls swung back and forth, waiting to let out a load. Seeing it made Francis even harder—giving him a feeling he couldn’t explain.

Francis serviced Nick’s shaft a bit, pulling at his hard pole and rubbing him up and down. Nick sighed in pleasure, and feeling the stud stroke his balls was just as heavenly. Then, Francis licked the top of his scrotum, teasing the teenager and making his whole cock jump up in a frenzy. Slowly but surely, the ripped, hairy stud moved his fat, moist tongue up Nick’s hairless taint and into his bare ass crack, pushing away the straps and focusing on his wet, cum-stained anus. It was still full of the jock’s seed.

“Uhnnnn… yeah, daddy…” Nick moaned, feeling the man’s tongue tickle his puckering hole. Francis put his entire mouth over his crack, kissing his wet, cum-filled cunt and tasting his sweaty juices with each eager lap. He was loving every little taste of the boy’s anus, and his eagerness made the teenager shudder in bliss, especially as his big hands continued to rub his cheeks up and down, slapping his ass every so often. The sound of his spanks were loud enough to be heard even outside the tent.

Then, Nick took the jock’s member into his mouth. Francis’ waist was hairy and muscular, and his dark brown pubes were soft on his face. Francis bucked his hips into Nick’s mouth as he felt the teenager grasp onto his cock with his watering, warm mouth. Nick fondled the man’s balls with one hand, stroking his hairy thighs while using the other to keep the thick, hardening member in his mouth. He played with the man’s balls, watching his veins pop and his muscles twitch with each movement Nick made.

Nick finally pulled down Francis’ foreskin, feeling the large head spew more spunk into his mouth. It was scorching hot, and pushed into his throat like a raging bull trying to mate. Nick squirmed and shook as the stud went into his ass, forcing his tongue into his already-full anus, which was leaking with the stud’s thick, oozing spunk.

“Mmmm…” Nick groaned, taking in more of the stud’s hard, meaty cock into his mouth. The warmth of the stud’s body made Nick even more horny, and with the two of them pressed against each other, he felt closer than ever to the jock.

Nick felt Francis’ groin tense as he really pushed himself into Nick’s mouth, pumping and grinding smoothly into his hole. It went further and further in, reaching the boy’s neck and causing him to choke and cough out pre-cum on his dick.

Then, desperate to give the boy a good mouth-fucking, Francis rolled Nick onto his back. He got on top, still sucking hard on Nick’s hole while he had his crotch to boy’s face. He helped keep Nick’s ass and legs up, impatiently biting and licking his bulging ass. Francis also pumped his dick in and out of Nick’s head, fucking his mouth slowly like it was an old sex toy. But Nick loved every moment of it. The rougher Francis got, the harder Nick’s penis became. His erection leaked all over both their bodies, and Nick choked on Francis’ wood some more, slobbering his desperate spit all over his meat.

Francis’ hard, heavy body was heaven as it squished Nick. He was pure muscle and testosterone, covered in light dusting of brown hair that made him look like a horny greek god. His hard, hairy abs rippled against Nick’s chest, and his veiny thighs and bulging groin pushed onto his face, making Nick even hornier. Francis could feel the boy’s hole pucker and clench as the feelings overtook his small body. More cum leaked out of Nick’s hole, followed by his own horny juices.

The stud used his big hands to massage the boy’s thighs, feeling him up and down as he moved his manly lips all across his crack. He licked all of it, swallowing down the boy’s sweat and then spitting some more back up to lube up his hole as his tongue entered. While he rimmed teenager, his body shook and hardened on top of Nick’s small body. The jock’s big, beefy chest was digging into his groin, and his nipples were pricking his flesh. In fact, Nick’s entire cock was pulsing hard in-between Francis’ two pecs, spreading cum all over the man’s muscular tits.

Soon Francis’ thrusting motion became rougher. He drew himself out of Nick’s mouth before pushing back in. His dick was like a large, meaty pipe, forcing itself inside of him again and again, harder and harder like a hydraulic pump. It was a large manly pendulum of hot, veiny muscle. His cock was eight inches of pure man, throbbing and leaking semen with each thrust.

“Uhhhnn… Nick,” Francis moaned, taking a moment to feel the twink’s mouth on his fat cock. Then, he licked up the sperm that dripped out of Nick’s asshole. He pulled hard at he boy’s fleshy ass, spanking him hard and squeezing the life from his butt.

Nick choked and gagged as the cock attacked his throat, making his eyes water. His nipples got hard as the stud’s balls flew across his face, pounding his nose and forehead again and again. The rigid shaft pushed deep into his mouth, giving the horny teenager just what he needed.

“UHN!” Nick yelled, bucking his hips as the stud continued to work his behind. His dick throbbed violently, and Francis felt the scorching member jerk against his pecs.

“Ohh fuckkk. You’re gonna cum, I can feel it,” he said, suddenly grabbing Nick’s erection and rubbing it furiously up and down like it was his own.

Nick could only nod, as the large member still inside of his mouth prevented him from saying anything. Francis pushed himself even deeper as he watched Nick’s cock jump and twitch with his every touch. He watched in amazement as Nick blew his load. Large, watery pumps of cum burst out of the tip, spewing out like a geyser. Francis slurped up his ass juices, staring at the boy’s warm fluids run down his shaft and leak all over his body, while some of it spread across Francis’ hand and arm.

“FUCK!” Nick said, the cock still filling up his mouth. He squirmed and jerked beneath the jock’s hard, muscular body as he came, pushing himself deeper onto Francis’ fat cock. When his ejaculation subsided, Francis looked up from Nick’s ass, wiping the sperm and sweat from his mouth.

The sensation of cum dripping down his body, while Nick gagged on his cock, took Francis over the edge.

“You ready for me?” he asked weakly, while his boner shook hard in the boy’s mouth.

Nick nodded with it still inside, feeling a surge of cum leap through the man’s testicles and into his veiny shaft.

Francis fucked his mouth hard, slapping his whole, hairy groin into Nick’s face while his large, swollen balls pounded the rest of his head. He grabbed onto Nick’s ankles, twisting and grinding his whole body against the teenager’s as he came, pummelling his wet lips and hammering away at his desperate hole. He fucked his mouth like a teenage boy mating with a tight virgin for the first time. His hard grunts and horny moans made both their bodies shudder and then, the man began to cum.

“FUCK!”

The loads of spunk shot out of his cock, spewing hot semen into the teenager’s mouth and hitting his gullet square on. The thick, hot cum filled Nick up, quickly pooling inside of him and beginning to choke the air from his hole. He tried hard to swallow it, but more and more sperm kept taking it’s place, leaking out from between his lips and dripping down his face and chin. He took the massive tool in his hands as Francis continued to thrust into him, unleashing load after load of his seed.

Nick gurgled the cum, struggling to take everything in. The hunk’s semen tasted sweet but salty, smooth and creamy on his tongue, but also gritty and manly, just like the testosterone-filled man who had fucked the life out of him that night.

Francis rested his hips on Nick’s face for a while before taking his cock out of him. Nick had been eagerly sucking on it while the jock tried to catch his breathe, taking in the softness of Nick’s small body, and the cum they had spread across each other, symbolizing the intense pleasure they’d made in their tent.

“Shittt…” Francis moaned, feeling his dick throb in pain after having cum so violently twice within the last twenty minutes. He’d lost track of time, and had no idea how long the two of them had been fucking.

Nick whipped the remaining cum from his mouth and looked up at Francis, struggling to get next to him in the humid sleeping bag. The stud swept his hands up Nick’s body, feeling his wet, sweaty body, and the semen that had spread all across it. But he didn’t mind it one bit.

“You enjoy that?” Francis asked, pushing his naked body against Nick’s. He helped the boy take off his jockstrap, feeling his sore, perky ass. It still leaked with Francis’ sperm.

Nick nodded quickly, feeling Francis kiss his lips before the both of them fell back into their half-sleepy state. “A lot. More than you can imagine. What… about you?”

Francis sucked on his lips, massaging Nick’s wet body as he rubbed his own sweaty, meaty muscles against Nick. His cock was just beginning to go flaccid, but he pressed it onto the boy’s butt, and tangled his hairy legs between Nick’s. He hugged him, holding him close in his big arms and bulging, fuzzy chest. “Sex with you is always the best.”

Nick smiled, feeling the jock squirm in their sleeping bag, still buck nude, trying to get closer to him. This was the first time that he’d cuddled with Francis after sex—or ever. And to do it naked felt better than everything, making his stomach tingle and his heart pound with hot, excited blood. “Sh-should… we put some clothes on?” he asked, making sure the jock was okay with this.

Francis shook his head, his breath smelling like beer and ass. Nick’s ass. “Nah. It’s better this way. So we can keep warm ’till morning.”

Nick grinned, gently rubbing his ass up and down Francis’ wet, gooey shaft. “Good idea.”


Nick and Francis have more fun during their camping trip – Chapter 9 – Unloading Guns


It was warm, and sweaty in the sleeping bag when Nick woke up the next morning. His backside felt stiff, the inside of his body was raw and his loins ached at the thought of who he’d spent the night with. Next to him, breathing softly while his hard, rigid body clung to Nick’s small frame, was Francis. His hairy chest was pressed against Nick’s back as the stud’s beefy arms caressed him, holding him tight to his naked body.

But the best thing about sleeping next to Francis was that the man’s dick was fully hard.

Nick’s bare ass was cuddled up next to Francis’ cock. His fat, perky, cheeks kept the thick, veiny shaft warm and erect. Nick could feel the slab of meat pulsing and shaking with each passing heartbeat. It stirred a feeling deep within Nick’s stomach, making his heart flutter and his gut prickle. He’d never spent the night with someone like this. The jock was hugging him with his muscles, putting his legs between Nick’s to keep the boy warm and comfortable. Despite the lack of room in the sleeping bag, and Francis’ own confusion about his relationship with Nick, he’d invited Nick to camp with him, and stay in the very same sleeping bag… without any clothes on. No one had cared for Nick this way before.

Nick felt the stud moving. His breath changed and his soft fingers grazed Nick’s abs, feeling his soft skin and grabbing at him. He shifted, rubbing his crotch harder against the boy’s ass and pushing his hairy thighs onto Nick’s bare legs. His bulging, sweaty pecs were right behind Nick’s head, while the jock’s face was tangled in Nick’s hair. He spoke in a deep, sleepy voice that made Nick horny.

“Morning,” he said, smelling Nick’s hair. It was clean and fresh, like Nick had just taken a shower, despite their hot, sweaty fucking that same night. There was also the scent of a campfire, and the odd hint of something fruity. It made his senses go insane.

Nick smiled, pressing his body further against Francis’. “Good morning,” he mumbled, feeling the man’s cute morning breath on his neck and cheek. They lay there in the sleeping bag, both in the fetal position as Francis kept Nick safe and warm. Despite Nick’s love for that special moment, he knew there were other things he’d enjoy doing even more. He turned around, facing the jock. There was a frown on his face, as if Francis hadn’t wanted to let go of Nick. But Francis tried to remember that the two of them were guys, and that this wasn’t supposed to be normal. Or was it?

“Thanks for letting me sleep here,” Nick told him. He could feel his penis rise even more, twitching against Nick’s own junk. Francis tried to ignore the sensations, feeling rather embarrassed at getting morning wood, despite knowing that every guy on the planet was prone to random boners.

“It was… uh, no problem. We… really did it last night, didn’t we?”

Nick nodded, realizing how vulnerable he seemed. He still wasn’t entirely comfortable with their situation. Francis must have been a bit more daring then usual when he came onto Nick, mostly due in part to the entire pack of beer he’d downed in one sitting. His breath smelled of liquor, but the other scents Nick picked up were sawdust and freshly-cut grass, motor oil and grease, along with the smell of smoke, sweat and the locker room. There was also something that reminded Nick about horses, and their leathery saddles. It was completely intoxicating.

“Yeah, you really gave it to me good,” Nick laughed, remembering how horny and eager to fuck the jock had been.

Francis also chuckled, temporarily forgetting that Nick was a guy, that he was two years older than the boy, or what his parents and friends might think if they knew what was going on between them. It was just the two of them, two guys, who very much enjoyed each other’s company, laughing at each other. That, and the fact that they were both incredibly horny.

“I’m sure I did,” Francis said. He put his arms around him, feeling Nick’s tight ass and gently spanking him. Nick moaned, feeling the jock grab onto his fat cheek. “Thanks for letting me fuck you.”

“It’s alright, I wanted you to.”

“No… I mean that first time we met. When I forced you upstairs to my room. I know I probably came off like a jerk, and probably real scary-”

Nick got close to his face, feeling the man’s heart beat wildly in his chest. “Francis… you don’t have to apologize. I mean… I was a virgin before I met you. I’m glad you did what you did. I had wanted you to fuck me for ages.”

Francis turned red, surprised by Nick’s words. It hadn’t completely dawned to him just how much Nick worshipped him.

“Well… thanks.”

Nick giggled, feeling Francis’ hard, hairy abs, Then he put a hand over his dick. “No… thank you.” Nick then proceeded to wiggle downwards, moving out of Francis’ reach and sliding to the bottom of their sweaty, cum-stained bag.

“W-what-what are you doing?” Francis asked, desperate to see where Nick was going. He couldn’t see much in the dark, but he could feel the boy get over top of his powerful thighs, while snaking his hands up them.

“You’re really hard,” Nick said.

Francis bit his lip, feeling the teenager grasp his erect dick with his small, soft hands. “Nick…”

“I wanna repay you for being so nice to me… and for inviting me out here…” Nick teased him, rubbing the hot, veinous shaft up and down, watching his big balls bounce with each movement. “…and for keeping me warm last night.” Nick stared at the rest of his body, looking up and down at the stud’s muscular form.

His chest was big and bulky, covered in a light brown fuzz. His fat pink nipples were hard and erect, and his six-pack of abs clenched as Francis peered down at Nick’s face. The thick, curly bush of pubes springing out from behind his cock went all the way up his waist and his abs, creating a hot, happy trail that made his rock-hard abs looker even hotter.

“Uhhhnnnn… Nick…”

“Are you hard for me?” he asked, looking up at Francis’ scrunched up face. He was already in heaven, awaiting Nick’s touch to send him to places he’d never been. The pain up in Nick’s body encouraged him to go for it, to give the stud’s cock everything he had. Francis had fucked him good last night, and he wanted to return the favour. He belonged to Francis; he was his sex toy, his partner in crime, and it was his job to please the manly hunk.

“Ugghhh… yeah baby… I’m hard for you.”

Nick grinned, then stuck his tongue out, licking the fat, red head that peeked out from the jock’s foreskin. The man let out a loud moan, feeling the wet flesh lap at his salty fluids.

“Fuck!”

Nick held the massive tool in his hands, all eight inches of thick, heavy meat. He pulled the foreskin down, exposing the throbbing, dripping head and smelled the sweet scents of dried cum, old piss, dirty sweat and the fresh juices of Nick’s tight ass. It was a manly mixture, and it drove Nick crazy. He gave the junk another licking, tasting the bitter-sweet remains on the man’s cock and swallowing whatever he found. He continued to pull down on it, exposing more of his dick and felt the stud tremble.

“Nick… you don’t have to blow me.”

Nick smiled, watching Francis writhe in pleasure as his lips inched towards his member. “But I want to.”

“O-okay.”

“I want you to cum in my mouth, Francis. I want to please you.”

Francis gave him a horny smile, closing his eyes and laughing in bliss. He had a mouth all to himself and someone that worshipped him. It didn’t get much better than that. “Ugh, suck on my cock, baby. I’ll cum in you, if that’s what you want.”

Nick felt his ass clench and his chest quiver as Francis’ low, horny voice came. He was so commanding, and he was radiating manliness. “Yes daddy. I want it. I’ll suck on your big, fat cock, and you can cum on my face.”

Nick rose up from his crotch to meet him. Francis was still smiling, letting Nick take care of his throbbing package. But before Nick got to work by taking in the hunk’s thick, eight-inch boner, Francis looked straight into Nick’s eyes.

He bent over to give Nick a kiss, to lock lips and exchange their spit. He felt Nick’s small, trembling hands against his rigid abs, playing in his pubic hair and reaching around to feel his ass. Normally, Francis would be totally against someone feeling up his butt unless it was a friendly slap from one of his bros, but he knew this was Nick, and with Nick, he was willing to do anything.

Francis kissed the boy, feeling Nick’s own boner press up against his abs as his body stretched to engage with his lips. He was desperate to feel Francis’ embrace, and the jock didn’t want to let him down. He hugged Nick’s body, feeling his bare back and his fat ass, dragging his fingers down his spine. Nick groaned as Francis did so, and their tongues met during their kiss, slathering each other with spit and sucking on one another’s lips.

Then, Nick reluctantly parted from Francis’ warm mouth. Instead, he looked back down at the task before him. Francis’ schlong was soaked with pre-cum and he could clearly see the vein in Francis’ dick pulsing more blood all throughout his shaft. As Nick struggled to get all of the meat in his grasp, the throbbing pink cock hit him in the face, splattering him with loose ropes of cum.

“Jesus,” Francis sighed, feeling the boy’s face smack into his penis. Nick took the cock and whacked it against his face a few more times, making Francis jump and groan in pleasure.

“I love your fat dick on my face,” Nick whispered to him, surprised by the eagerness of Francis’ erection. It was so big and heavy that it hung downward while fully erect. Underneath the massive, swollen member were Francis’ balls. They were hanging low, big and round, swinging back and forth like baseballs in a bag.

Francis took his fat, meaty cock and slapped it across Nick’s face. Francis moaned as stands of cum spread across Nick’s lips. Nick took the dicking like a man, trying to get the stud’s junk in his mouth.

“You’re amazing, Nick,” Francis muttered, smacking his dick a few more times across his face before he let his pulsing member go. “Suck my cock, baby.”

Nick put his small hands around Francis’ meat, making it look even bigger, like it was a rubbery, oversized dildo. Francis breathed out slowly as Nick touched his shaft. Francis loved Nick’s delicate embrace and his eagerness to down his boner. Sure enough, after Nick got the huge thing to his face, his soft, damp lips closed around the exposed, throbbing head.

Nick was kissing Francis’ penis, using his tongue to massage the hot head and his lips to squeeze the cum out of his shaft. The warm rod in Nick’s mouth trembled with every pulse of Francis’ heart, and as he nearly got his lips to the stud’s pubes, he felt himself choking on the huge schlong.

“Uhhnnn… fuck yeah, choke on daddy’s dick.”

“Mmm-mmmm…”

“Fuck, you take it so good, bro.”

Nick felt his insides melt. He knew he couldn’t take anymore of Francis’ dick inside him, but he had too try-he was determined to.

“Shit!”

Nick made more choking sounds, feeling the hot head of Francis’ cock hit the back of his throat. Then, Nick began to move his mouth slowly back off, pressing hard against the smooth, salty skin. It tasted like sweat and piss, mixed with dry cum and dirty underwear-all the scents Nick loved most about his man.

“That’s it, suck that big dick,” Francis grunted, running his chapped hands through Nick’s soft hair. His huge biceps flexed and his veins popped as blood pumped through him. His pecs twitched and his fat, round nipples were fully hard, pointing upwards. His prominent v-lines bulged with more veins, shaking with each small movement the boy made on his cock.

He let Nick work on him, but he couldn’t help pump himself in and out of Nick’s mouth, fucking his hot, wet hole like it was nothing but a cum-rag. His hot hole was sticky and wet, slurping up his juices and slathering more spit all across his long meaty pole while leaking some of it onto the man’s pink balls.

Nick let Francis grab hold of his head. He felt himself get fucked in the mouth like a little slut, his hair being grabbed tight by Francis’ fists and his muscular, hairy groin slapping itself into his face. Nick could feel Francis’ big, bouncy balls flinging themselves onto his chin and neck. He slurped up the stud’s pre-cum and his own spit, trying to take in all the salty, masculine tastes leaking out of the hunk’s thick slab of meat.

Then, Francis pulled out, swearing and panting with short hot breaths as watery pumps of cum escaped the tip of his cock. Nick licked it all up, drinking the manly fluids and relishing in the thought that just his mouth had made such a large man so weak.

“Fuckkk… you’re the best…”

“You wanna stop?” Nick asked, looking concerned. He wiped some cum from his mouth while eagerly swallowing the man’s pre-ejaculate.

“No, just had to catch my breath,” Francis said, his chest rising and falling at a quick pace. His pecs were covered in a thick film of sweat, and his fuzzy body was slicked back with it as Francis rubbed himself down. “Finish me off, dude.”

Nick smiled, taking his manhood back into his mouth.

“Holy shittt…” Francis whispered, closing his eyes and concentrating on Nick’s tight mouth as it massaged his tool and made it’s way over his glans.

Nick took a long look at the massive, engorged cock, while Francis moaned Nick’s name. His dick was soft and wet with bulging purple veins. It was long and thick, just how Nick liked it. The huge tool throbbed violently, spewing out pre-cum. The foreskin was just pulled over half his head, and his member was beginning to turn red with all the blood gushing toward it. It stuck out of Francis’ body like eight inches of pure muscle and meat.

Nick put one hand to the base of Francis’ dick and the other just below the head. He retracted the foreskin, making Francis cry out and his cock tremble. Exposing the bright red head, Nick got a look at it’s nice form. It was perfectly curved around the edges and nice and round at the front. Only the very tip was pointed, ready to plug up Nick’s throat and fill him up with fresh, steaming cum. Nick finally put his lips to the dick-hole, looking up at Francis’ pained expression as he kissed the tip of his penis.

“Fuccckkkk…” Francis howled, bitting his lower lip and throwing his head back. He loved the boy on his dick, and feeling him work the slippery wood was heaven.

Then, as Nick’s lips spread across the head, tight against his rigid flesh, he put his tongue to his piss-slit and milked the cum out of it. He could see the jock’s balls jerk in pleasure with each flick.

Francis whined again, clenching his jaw as the soft pair of lips moved further down his shaft, and the tongue vigorously covered his head with spit. “Ohh… fuck…” He put his hands through Nick’s hair, rubbing his head and pulling him closer in.

Nick went down on him, moving his head in and out. Each time he tried to take all of his dick in, the head would hit the back of his throat and make him gag, and he’d cough up some of the pre-cum he’d already swallowed. But gagging on his cock was only making Francis hornier, and it fuelled his ego, hardening his meat.

“Fuck yeah, choke on it!”

“Mmmmm…” Nick moaned, feeling Francis push his huge bulb further down onto his shaft. Nick’s nose and face buried itself into Francis’ long, wet pubes, and as the jock began to mouth-fuck him, the stud’s balls flung themselves into Nick’s neck and chin. They were long and hanging low, big and full of testosterone. Nick could see that they were just as pink as his head, sore from having been teased for so long.

Then, Nick took the dick out of himself, while cum and spit dripped out. “You wanna cum in my mouth, daddy?” he teased him.

Francis held him down and slapped his fat cock a few times across Nick’s face.

“Yeah, baby. And I want you to swallow.”

“Whatever you say, daddy.”

Francis stuffed his member back inside the teenager’s mouth, pumping in and out of him slowly. The bouncy, meaty tool felt warm and tasty in Nick’s hole, and he licked up as much of its dirty sweat and cum as he could. He loved the way Francis tasted.

“Keep your mouth on it,” Francis commanded, his rugged, stubbly face looking down at him with horniness. Francis was almost there, and he was desperate to get his nut. The jock began to pick up the pace. He thrusted in and out of the twink’s wet mouth, holding Nick’s shoulders down. Francis breathed quickly, wanting to cum into the boy’s gullet and fill him up with his seed. He threw his head back, taking in the overwhelming sensations and the desperate, hungry look Nick had on his face.

Francis put a tight grip on Nick’s head, and began fucking his face hard and fast, and grunting with each thrust. Nick could do nothing but swallow the spurts of pre-cum that filled his mouth and try not to gag on the eight inches of man meat that plunged itself down his neck. He groaned in pleasure and pain. The man’s dick was so big and hard that it hurt for it to keep hitting the very back of his throat. Nick could do nothing but put his hands on Francis’ waist, feeling the soft hairs on his muscular thighs as he took the man’s full erection into his eager mouth.

“FUCK!” Francis yelled, putting both his hands on Nick’s head and bucking his hips upwards, invading the boy’s wet hole. Nick sucked him off for merely a second before Francis’ semen shot up inside his mouth. His cock jerked and his balls contracted. Three powerful jets of his hot jock-spunk attacked the back of Nick’s throat, burning his skin and filling him up. The thick fluid felt heavy and it tasted so good, sweet and salty at the same time.

Nick choked on his spunk, as two more shots escaped his slit and hit the roof of his mouth. Beneath him, Francis was writhing in pleasure, unable to catch his breathe or even talk as the bliss of Nick’s mouth milked his cock of all it’s sperm. He just felt Nick’s soft, curly hair between his fingers and his soft skin against his.

“Uhhhhnnnnn… swallow it, babe,” Francis told him, pushing his head further down onto his thick pole.

Nick milked his fat penis, struggling to breath as the sperm went down his throat. He swallowed it all of it, licking his lips for stray drops and then looked at Francis, seeing satisfaction etched across his face. He licked the trembling cock a few more times before he smiled at him, hoping to have given the jock exactly what he wanted.

“You swallow it, baby? Did you take your daddy’s seed?”

Nick nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Francis rubbed his hair. “Come here,” he told him, letting the boy climb up onto his body and lay his head on the man’s chest. “That’s a good boy,” he whispered.

Nick rested his head on his massive pecs, which were both drenched with sweat. He could hear the jock’s heart beating wildly, and his muscles were still pumping blood throughout his body, making his veins pop and his biceps flex. They naked boys lay with each other, listening to the other breath as they calmed down.

Finally, when his fat dick had gone soft, he stroked Nick’s back, tapping his ass. “C’mon, we got a long day ahead of us.”

Nick agreed, reluctantly getting off of the jock’s body. He watched as the hunk unzipped their bag, exposing their hot, sticky skin to the cool morning air. The jock climbed out of their bag, his big balls and thick meaty pole swinging wildly back and forth as he looked for a clean pair of underwear. Unable to find any, he went back and took the cum-stained one Nick had thrown off last night. He put it on quickly, fully aware of Nick staring at him as he tucked his big dick inside it.

“You always hungry for this?” Francis asked, grinning as he grabbed his bulging crotch and shook it in Nick’s face.

Nick laughed, looking for the jockstrap that Francis had given him. “Yeah.”

When the boys were done getting dressed, they fumbled out of their tent, putting a few things away. Francis grabbed the shotgun while Nick gave him something to eat. When they finished, they trekked into the woods, sporting their same dirty clothes as yesterday. The rain had stopped and it was warm in the forest, as the sun peeked in through the leaves.

Nick heard a strange grumbling noise, that resembled something like a bear or a goat. It was low and repetitive, and sounded like it was close.

“What is that?” Nick asked Francis.

“A buck. It’s rutting season.”

Nick looked confused. “What does that mean?”

Francis smiled, admiring his curiosity. “It’s mating season. The buck’s looking for a mate.”

“Oh.”

They continued on before Francis turned away from the noise, looking for a nice clearing to show Nick the basics about guns.

“We’re not going after the deer?”

Francis shook his head. “It’s way too big to bring with us. We’ll find some birds instead.”

Nick nodded, looking forward to spending a day with Francis while he tried to teach him something. Seeing him so into guns and hunting turned Nick on, and he was still quite a bit horny from the morning. Judging by the man’s erect nipples showing through his unbuttoned, camo vest, Francis was also excited about something too.

They eventually stopped at the edge of a cool, trickling stream, where there was enough space for Francis to sit down and show Nick the different parts of a gun. While Francis explained to him how to load and unload the shotgun, Nick stared at his muscles, looking at his huge pecs and his bulging biceps. His abs flexed with each movement, and his package was bursting from his crotch, showing Nick just what he needed.

His powerful thighs were planted onto the floor as he kneeled, trying to show Nick what part of the shotgun did what. He put it to his crotch, loading it up and pointing it to the floor as if it were his erect cock. Then suddenly, Francis shook Nick out of his trance.

“Nick? You listening?”

“Huh? Yeah! Of course. You… you just loaded the gun.”

Francis wasn’t sure what was going on. He ignored it for the moment and handed the gun to Nick, helping him point it to a few cans he propped up on a log. “Let’s just practice aiming,” he mumbled, getting close to Nick’s body. He knelt behind him, pressed up against Nick’s back as he lifted the teenager’s arms, helping him point the barrel to the cans in front of him.

“Try to aim for the centre, then inch it up just a smidge,” Francis said, breathing into Nick’s ear as he wrapped his arms around him, showing him where to aim. Nick felt his inside ache, especially when the stud’s pecs pressed onto his back, and his bulky arms caressed his sides. He took the opportunity and began to move his ass back, trying to find Francis’ groin.

“Okay, good. Keep aiming-wha-what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Nick said, easing off a bit. But he was sure he’d felt something hard in the stud’s pants. And it wasn’t a gun.

“Quit it!” Francis laughed, trying to give himself some room.

Nick bit his lips, grinning. He looked back at him, teasing the stud with his mischievous look. “Wanna do it?”

Francis didn’t know how to react. “You mean… sex? R-right here?”

Nick nodded. But Francis seemed a bit nervous.

“Yeah, daddy,” Nick teased, biting his lip. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Francis lowered the gun, moving it aside and pushing it away. But his arms stayed on Nick’s side, and he began to rub them up his back.

“Are you sure? I mean… once I start Nick… I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself with you.”

Nick grinned, arching his back as the man touched him. “You can do anything with me, Francis. I’m yours.”

He nodded, repeating his words, thinking to himself what exactly they meant. “You’re mine…”

“I know you want me,” he said to him.

Francis licked his lips before he spoke. “Get down,” he commanded, ripping his own vest off with one wrench of his beefy arms.

Nick felt his dick quiver in his strap as he positioned himself for the man and his hardening member. Francis’ low, commanding voice was so hot. Nick rolled over to his back, lying on the ground. He began to take off his jeans while he watched Francis do the same. The stud undid his belt, threw it aside, and then unbuttoned his pants. He slid them off in a cocky way, staring at Nick. Francis’ boxers were already wet with pre-cum.

Nick’s mouth watered, turned on by seeing the stud already hard. There was a huge, wet bulge in his front, and the head of his dick was clearly visible through the thin cotton.

Francis came over to Nick, helping Nick pull the jeans off his feet. From there, Francis put the twink’s legs on his broad, muscular shoulders. The stud kissed Nick’s calfs, rubbing his hand through the faint hair and reached his big hands down toward his ass. Nick let out a soft moan as Francis squeezed his cheeks, putting red handprints on his flesh.

“Such a nice ass…” Francis mumbled, helping Nick take off his shirt now. Then, he moved his hands to Nick’s strap. “Let me take these off…”

“Okay,” Nick said, pulling at his jockstrap. Francis whipped them off Nick’s legs, throwing them aside as he inched his package forward.

“Give me your legs,” Francis said to him. Nick happily obliged, lying back down on the ground and waving his skinny legs in the air. Francis then began to take off his boxer briefs, exposing his hard-on to the warm forest air and Nick’s puckering pink anus.

Francis looked down at him. “Open up for me,” he smirked, looking at the tight hole. He rested Nick’s legs on top of his shoulders, and then proceeded to spit on his hand, rubbing up Nick’s hole with it and spanking him with the other.

“Uhn! Yeah, that feels so good, daddy.”

“Yeah, you like that, faggot?”

“Yes, daddy. Do it again.”

Francis slapped his cheeks once more, harder this time. His red handprint was clear against the pale, meaty white ass. “You’re such a dirty little slut… I’m gonna give it to you good.”

Nick closed his eyes and let Francis have his way with him. A moan parted from Nick’s mouth as he felt Francis’ big fingers run up and down his ass-crack, getting him hot and making his hole pucker. Then, Francis stuck three fingers inside of him. Nick’s eyes jolted open, and he almost jumped up.

“Shhh, don’t worry, baby. It’ll be okay…” Francis murmured, leaning overtop of Nick to kiss him. They locked lips and then Francis put his fingers deeper inside, feeling the warm walls of Nick’s asshole.

“Uhhhhnnnnnn… fuck…”

Francis pumped his fingers in and out of Nick’s tight hole, feeling his soft flesh squirm and shake around him. He could feel Nick’s body tremble in pleasure and as the twink’s face twisted in euphoria, he could feel the boy jerk himself, rubbing his dick in his hands and against Francis’ rock-hard abs. It felt strange to have another dude’s dick on his abs, but the throbbing, hot member felt right, as if he was doing someone another favour-he was getting Nick off and it seemed to turn Francis on. The twink’s boner was oozing pre-cum because of him.

When Francis thought he’d teased Nick enough, the stud took out his fingers and went back to stroking his own cock.

“That felt so good…” Nick whispered, rubbing his balls.

“Yeahh, you liked that?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh, fuck. I wanna taste you.”

Nick was confused for a moment. “Huh?”

“I’ll eat you out,” Francis told him, spreading the boy’s cheeks apart as he moved his face in.

Francis went down on him, sticking his tongue out and lapping the sweat of Nick’s hairless, pink hole. He was kissing Nick’s asshole, sucking on his flesh and then trying to push in as much of his tongue into the hole as he could. He loved the taste more than the thought, and to think that the very same boy was sporting a rock-hard erection, just for him, turned him on even more. He needed to taste the very anus that he was going to penetrate, to feel how it pulsed and throbbed for him.

“Fuck…” Nick moaned, as Francis’ hot, wet mouth worked his anus. Francis sucked on him for a long while, licking his crack and moving his head back and forth. Nick groaned loudly while his body writhed in pleasure, letting his squeals of pleasure get lost high up in the trees. Francis would smile and laughed whenever Nick moaned, proud of himself for being able to pleasure the teenager like that. There was something about pleasing him, getting Nick off, and even just taking care of him like a little brother-or perhaps even giving him the kind of treatment he’d give to a girlfriend-that made him feel warm and tingly inside. And for the first time, that feeling didn’t scare Francis. Even if it was because of another dude.

Then, Francis stopped rimming him once Nick pulled away, begging to be fucked. “Put it inside me, Francis. I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

Francis realized that along with Nick’s cock, his own dick was leaking jizz everywhere. The taste of the boy’s ass had really turned him on. “Alright, baby,” he whispered, licking Nick’s fluids from his lips. “Whatever you want.”

Francis slapped his cock a few times against Nick’s balls, making the teenager wince. He already knew his dick was too big to fit, so Francis spit on his cock, smoothing up his pink tool and gliding his hand over his pulsing shaft. He spit again, lubing up Nick’s hole and making the boy smile as the tickling sensation came. “I’m gonna fuck you, raw.”

“Do it. Put it inside me, Francis.”

Francis pushed the head of his cock on Nick’s crack, pulling back his foreskin and rubbing his member all over Nick’s ass. Then, when Nick’s hole had opened up, he began to push himself inside of him.

“Fuck!” Nick moaned.

Francis bit his lip, his dick aching after having unloaded already that morning. “Oh shit!”

“Oh my god… you’re so thick. Fuck, that feels good…”

“You’re so fucking tight, Nick.”

Nick felt the jock enter him, his waist trembling as he struggled to get all of his dick inside of his hole. It felt like an arm was going up Nick’s ass, growing and twitching with each movement. Francis’ dick felt muscular, and its hot, throbbing vein made Nick’s insides quiver in pleasure. The stud wasn’t even halfway inside of him but Nick could already feel the big head prodding into his prostate. The curve of Francis’ dick was perfect while Nick laid on his back. He felt his balls jerk and his stomach shake as the stud tried to go deeper.

“You’re so sensitive,” Francis said, smiling at him. He felt the teenager’s body shudder around his cock.

“You’re hitting my g-spot,” Nick said, rolling his arms on the ground and keeping his eyes closed as he felt the fat cock move up inside him. It was hot and pulsing, reacting to every one of Nick’s deep sighs of ecstasy.

“Oh fuck.” Nick felt the jock’s pubes and bare body his ass. His hard v-lines pummelled onto his crack, warming him up. Francis was almost entirely inside of him. The stud put his big arms underneath Nick’s, hooking into his armpits and pile-driving inside of him. Nick let out another moan, feeling the huge, hung horse-cock expand even more inside of his anus. Then the jock dominated him by pressing his beefy body down on top of Nick.

“How’s that feel, baby?” Francis said, his breath whispering against Nick’s erect nipple. The stud’s abs were pressed against Nick’s boner, feeling it squirm and jerk beneath his six-pack.

“Fucking amazing… you’re so hot, daddy.”

“Yeah you’re pretty cute yourself with that tight ass of yours. Feels so nice on my cock, Nick.”

“Fuck me, Francis. Just fuck the shit out of me, I’m all yours.”

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby. I want you to take all of it.” Francis finally pulled half of himself out. He could feel Nick’s soft skin slid against his bare cock, making his head pound. Then, he shoved himself back inside, trying to fit his huge boner inside the tight little hole.

Nick grabbed at the dirt as the jock’s groin slapped against his ass and pushed him up against the ground. “Uhn!”

“Fuckkk…”

Nick wrapped his legs around Francis’ waist, feeling up his fat cheeks with his feet. He put his arms around Francis’ chest, reaching from beneath his arm pits just as Francis was doing to him. Francis pulled out again, and then, he drove himself inside.

“Fuck, Francis! That’s so good!”

“You’re so hot, fucking take my cock, baby.”

Nick grinned. “Yeah, talk dirty me.”

Francis spanked him, closing his eyes as his cock penetrated the teenager’s body. “Yeah? You want this fat cock?”

Nick moaned, arching his back as the stud entered him again. “Yes, daddy. Fuck! Give it to me!”

“Fuck! You’re so fucking amazing, Nick,” Francis said to him, spanking him hard and grinding into his hole.

His cock came again, faster and faster this time: Francis’ dick picking up speed and beginning to really pound Nick’s fat little ass. The cock was like a berserk monster, penetrating Nick’s body deeper with each blow and trying to shoot its thick load all over his insides. It was so hot, warming Nick’s body up and making the friction feel even better. And all Nick could do to keep himself on the ground was cling onto Francis’ huge body.

Nick’s waist trembled and he felt his boner disappear a bit-his mind focused so hard on raging stallion cock rubbing against his prostate and the big head of it hitting so far up his asshole with such tremendous force. The jock was humping Nick so hard, desperate to fuck something and breathing heavily against Nick’s nipple like a panting dog.

His loose hair began to fall onto his face, brushing Nick’s skin and beginning to get soaked with both of their sweat. Francis didn’t even care. He just kept fucking Nick, keeping his legs planted on the ground and pushing himself deeper and deeper into Nick’s anus, his cock expanding and shaking inside. He was piling himself onto Nick like a horny animal.

“Fuck me, Francis, fuck me harder, uhn!”

“Uggghhhh… it feels so fffucking good…”

“Uhn, yeahh, fuck me, daddy!”

Francis kissed Nick’s chest, putting his wet lips to the teenager’s nipples and sucking on it like it belonged to a chick’s tit. He felt Nick moan silently, surprised by warmth and roughness of Francis’ mouth.

Francis felt himself moving further down Nick’s body, not sure exactly why, or where, he was headed. He licked the sweat off Nick’s abs, and then, he moved to his waist, where a film of pre-cum covered the boy’s pubes. Francis kissed him there, licking up the fluids and tasting Nick’s cum in his mouth. It was sweet but salty, slippery on his tongue and somewhat pleasing.

Nick felt Francis withdraw his still pulsing cock out of his ass, probably to adjust his dick or to get into a better position. But that gave Nick the time to try something he’d been wanting to do with Francis for some time.

“I wanna be on top,” Nick said.

“Huh?”

Nick patted the ground. “Get on your back and I’ll ride your dick.”

Francis nodded, realizing exactly what Nick was saying. Despite his love to fuck, and his amazing stamina in bed, it would be nice for Francis to sit back and enjoy with his legs wide apart while his partner in crime rode his cock.

Francis sat down on the ground, leaning against the trunk of tree. Nick gave his dick a quick rubbing before he watched the stud spread his thick, hairy legs wide apart, inviting Nick to come over and do his thing.

Francis patted his fat thigh, grinning. “Right here, bro.”

Nick smiled, rubbing his hands over the stud’s thighs and then getting onto Francis’ groin. He was facing the jock, their faces close and his dick more exposed to Francis then ever before.

“Uuuuhhhnnnn…” Nick moaned, as Francis held his rock-hard boner up while the twink spread his cheeks and let it penetrate his tight hole.

“Everything within a mile of here will hear you,” Francis whispered, rubbing Nick’s ass as it descended upon his dick. The man had a mischievous, but satisfied grin on his stubbled face.

“Fuck it. I just wanna feel you inside me.” Nick put his little hands against Francis’ abs and beefy chest for support as he tried to get all of the stud’s dick inside him. His big, muscular arms came around and pushed down on his waist, helping him take in the entire cock.

“Ooohh shit, Francis,” Nick wailed, sounding like a little girl.

Francis smiled and his cock twitched with ego. His nuts were loose against his legs, drooping down to ground. “You gonna ride daddy’s cock, baby?”

“Yes, daddy.” Nick finally got his ass against Francis’ pubes and thick thighs. He put his hands against the jock’s broad shoulders and then leaned in forward, beginning to grind against the jock’s groin while his dick was embedded deep inside him.

“Holy fuck, dude,” Francis muttered, barely able to breathe as the teenager massaged his monster cock with the muscles of his ass. Nick’s knees were against the ground, digging into the dirt as he moved back and forth.

Francis’s big hands were on Nick’s waist and ass, spanking him violently and squeezing his cheeks, spreading them apart around his dick. Nick moaned whenever the jock did this, and felt his own dick twitch and jerk against Francis’ abs. He was covering them in a layer of salty pre-cum.

“You’re so big,” Nick told him, feeling the throbbing head pierce the highest part of his anus as he kept a mount on the stud’s groin.

“You take cock like a man, Nick,” Francis said, rubbing Nick’s jiggling cheeks as the twink put his hands against his hard chest and erect nipples for support. “No one takes dick the way you do.”

“That’s because no one has a dick like yours, Francis.”

Francis threw his head backwards, closing his eyes as Nick’s ass clenched around his boner, milking the pre-cum out of him. “Shit. Fucking ride me.”

“Uhnn, you feel so good inside me,” Nick moaned, still grinding his quivering anus back on forth on the stud’s cock, rocking against his hairy pubes and protruding v-lines.

“Damn, that’s good.” He rubbed his hands against Nick’s back and then around his waist and up his faint hint of abs. He lingered his fingers on Nick’s hard nipples, stroking his slightly built chest and watching the boy’s mouth gape open in pleasure. He gave him a horny smile once Nick’s eyes opened. “I wanna fuck you.”

Nick nodded. “Do it. Just fucking take me.”

Francis sat upward, no longer leaning against the tree. He felt Nick clamber onto his body tight, almost like they were in a hug. Francis put his beefy arms around Nick’s waist, letting the twink wrap his legs around Francis’s stomach and back. They got close to each other, tight in embrace, with Nick’s cock throbbing between both of their abs. Francis’s rock hard muscles rubbed against his member, massaging it like a ribbed fleshlight, trying to get him off.

Then, as Francis kissed Nick’s shoulders and Nick sucked on the jock’s meaty pec, the stud rolled Nick over to expose his ass. Nick got onto his hands and knees, arching his back and exposing his hole to the hung man. If the jock wanted it doggystyle, that’s what Nick would give him.

Francis got up, rubbing Nick’s back and leading his dick to the tight hole. He spanked the boy a few more times, making him whine in pleasure, his voice echoing into the trees. Francis pressed his legs against Nick’s and entered his ass.

His cock began to pump itself in and out of Nick’s asshole. Francis was holding him up with his big arms, ploughing Nick’s anus, smacking his thick thighs onto his hairless cheeks and flinging his loose, red balls up onto his nuts as well.

“Uhn! Uhn! Fuck me, fuck me, Francis! Uhhnn!” Nick yelled, unable to hold in high moans of pleasure as the stud pounded Nick’s hole like his cock was a piston.

“Take that cock, Nick, take my fucking cock!”

Francis had his hands tight around Nick’s waist and fat ass. He closed his eyes, reacting to every movement of the stud’s muscles, and the fast, rapid heartbeat coming through his throbbing cock.

“Uggghhh!” Francis grunted, bellowing like a horny caveman as his cock embedded itself even deeper up Nick’s ass.

“UHN! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Nick yelled.

“Cum for me, baby,” Francis whispered, his hot breath against Nick’s face, and his chapped hands running down his bare back. “I wanna feel you burst.”

“Ohhhh! Keep fucking me! Uhhnn!”

Nick’s balls had been aching the entire time. But right then, he felt them sear in pain as they pushed a load of sperm up through his waist and into his dick. His member throbbed, jumping up into the air and shooting watery jets of cum all over the ground and whipping it back so that it slathered his legs and hit Francis’ thighs. The stream of hot, sticky cum continued, leaking across Nick’s cock and covering their bodies.

Even as Nick came, Francis continued pummelling Nick’s ass, humping his ass and thrusting his cock deep inside him the entire time. “Arrgghhhh!” Francis groaned, feeling the twink’s ass clench hard against his cock, milking out every bit of his sticky pre-cum inside the walls of his meaty ass, and squeezing his dick’s veins shut with force. It felt like someone had put a big, fleshy clamp around his cock and tightened it all the way. But he couldn’t stop himself from pumping in and out of Nick.

“Fuck, I’m almost there, baby,” Francis panted, quickening his pace and feeling up Nick’s smooth, skinny back. He held Nick’s body tight against him, and put his other hand underneath to feel his soft abs as the jock lay his head on his shoulders.

“Unload it inside me,” Nick whispered, feeling the stud pound him over and over again.

“Whatever you want, Nick. I’ll fucking breed you, baby.”

Francis was fucking him hard and fast, his thrusts shorter but still managing to reach the throbbing depths of Nick’s plump little ass. His breaths were laboured and weak. Inside of him, Nick felt Francis’ cock give a violent series of jerks, and his testicles began to quiver.

Nick’s ass was shaking and squeezing Francis’ cock, which got the jock over the top. His hips bucked and his muscles flexed. With a huge jerk, his low, loose balls jumped. His groin convulsed and his dick turned numb with euphoria. “I can feel you,” he moaned. His voice was soft but raspy, weakened by the man’s vigorous fucking. “Cum inside me.”

“I’m cumming,” Francis said weakly, barely able to get his words out.

“Cum inside my ass, daddy,” Nick begged.

“Ohh fuck!” Francis pushed himself up onto Nick, squishing his whole body down onto the ground.

Nick could feel the jock bucking his hips, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of his hole as his tool throbbed and his balls gave a massive lurch forward. Nick felt the stud heave his chest, gasping for air as his muscles tensed. Nick grabbed at the ground as Francis pushed into him, trying to get as deep inside his hole as possible.

“Uhn!” Nick moaned, feeling the cock enlarge inside of him as it swelled with fluid. The hot, sticky semen exploded deep in his asshole, warming Nick’s body and causing him to tremble in pleasure as the jock’s seed shot up inside him and dripped down his flesh. It filled him up, as Francis kept thrusting into him, making Nick feel tingly and horny.

“Oh fuck, babe,” Francis muttered, whispering into Nick’s ear with his hot, horny breath. “You were so good. I’ve never had sex like that. Not out here.”

Nick bit his lip, grinning as Francis tried to catch his breath. He was still inside of Nick, and still fully erect. His dick was throbbing with each beat of his heart, and it made Nick feel as though he was being protected by the stud and his huge muscles. “I came so hard.”

Francis giggled, the sound of which made Nick’s cock jump. Francis had never had a chick tell him that, and it was a feeling that overwhelmed the stud, even if it was from a guy. But this was his guy. Francis wasn’t quite sure how to react, but he knew one thing for sure-it had made him horny. “That’s what I wanna hear, baby. I love it when you cum for me.”

Nick pushed his ass against Francis’ groin, completely covering his massive cock with his anus. “You’re still hard.”

He nodded, kissing Nick’s neck and shoulders. “Can I fuck you again? Right now?”

Nick melted in the stud’s grasp as his arms came around his body, holding onto Nick and keeping his body warm in the forest. “Yes, daddy. Use me all you want. I wanna please you.”

Francis met his lips, giving him a big sloppy kiss before he began to slowly pump himself in and out of his wet, sticky hole. “Thanks, Nick.”

“Spank me. I’m getting hard again. Punish me.”

Francis gripped Nick’s body tight and slapped him across his ass. He held Nick’s shoulders down, pushing his face into the ground and began to fuck him again, pounding him nice and hard, returning to his quick pace and panting hot breaths onto Nick’s sticky neck. The pre-cum from Nick’s cock was dripping off Francis’ abs, gliding across both guys as their bodies slid and rubbed against the other while Francis piled over him.

Nick laid there, feeling the hard, hotrod expanding his hole and ripping through his entire body. Despite having cum, it still felt like ecstasy to him. He knew that his body was special-it milked the cum out of Francis’ cock like no guy-or girl-had ever done to him in his life. Even though he was the bottom, he had power over Francis’ dick and body.

Francis was humping hard, pounding his piston-cock in and out like a pendulum. He didn’t say a word, panting quickly with short, shallow breaths. Sweat began to drip off Francis’ face and onto Nick’s neck. His slicked back hair was all over the place and was falling against Nick’s shoulders as Francis kissed his skin, feeling the boy’s back against his face.

All Nick saw was Francis’ head coming up and down, his fat, pink lips wide apart and his eyes narrowed down on Nick’s face as he panted for air. The sound of his horniness, the stud’s balls smacking against his ass, Francis’ desperate humping, his hard, heavy breaths and the wild, manly look he had was too much for Nick.

As Nick took in a huge breathe of air, he felt another hot surge of spunk encompass his entire groin. His six inches shuddered in bliss and another load of cum exploded from his tip. It shot all across the forest floor, covering all the dirt and leaves within sight. Francis continued to fuck the life out of Nick, going deeper and faster, as the cum dripped out of his cock.

Nick’s second orgasm had gotten Francis over the top. His hips bucked and his muscles flexed. With a huge jerk, his low, loose balls jumped. His groin convulsed and his dick turned numb with euphoria.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum again,” Francis said, taking his dick out of Nick before he realized what was going on.

“On my face,” Nick whispered. “My mouth.”

Francis was fast. As Nick rose to meet Francis’ member, the monster dick slapped onto his face, and the first spurt of cum shot all over Nick’s nose and lips, blinding him for a moment. With a forceful pump, Francis stuffed his cock inside Nick’s wet hole. The heavy, slippery cock shook violently in Nick’s mouth, letting loose a second, steaming thick load of cum, and then a quick third.

It filled Nick’s mouth, tasting warm and salty as the jock’s pubes tickled his face. He gargled the cum, choking a bit as it dripped down his throat. Then, licking the sixth and seventh wads up from his soft meat and pulsing head, Nick swallowed the jock-spunk down. Francis let out a silent moan of pleasure, unable to get the noise out of his head. It was too good-feeling the muscles of Nick’s mouth work against his throbbing cock as it ejaculated, and feeling the shudder as Nick swallowed all his junk down.

Francis took his dick out, slapping the wet meat against Nick’s face a few times to get out all the cum. He slapped it against the cooling load of sperm already on Nick’s face. It made a splash, getting drops on his forehead and new strands on his chin and cheeks. He rubbed the dick on his wet lips, and then stuffed it back inside Nick’s mouth.

Nick slurped up the the remaining cum like a thirsty dog, getting his slobber all over Francis’ pubes and taking the fat shaft as down as he could get. Then, when Francis had enough, his withdrew his member and collapsed on the cum-covered ground.

“Fucking hell…” Francis whispered, his hoarse voice barely audible. His dick was still lying hard against his hairy thigh, leaking last bits of cum across his legs and dripping down onto the ground.

Nick laid next to Francis, ignoring all the cum he had on himself. Francis had his arms behind his head, exposing his thick, hairy armpits and staring off into the clear sky with a dreamy look. His bare, hairy thigh brushed against Nick’s, making him blush. He let Nick cuddle in next to him, clinging to his sweaty, muscular body as their sperm mixed with each other’s.

“I’ve never fucked like that,” Francis said, talking to Nick quietly as they lay there, taking comfort in the other’s company.

“R-really?”

“Yes Nick,” he said, looking right into his eyes. “I didn’t wanna take my dick out of you. It was…” he trailed off before he finished.

“The best?” Nick asked.

Francis only nodded, turning red with embarrassment as he looked to the ground.

Nick turned red, feeling all tingly inside. He tried to hide it by wiping the sweat and cum from his face. He licked up whatever he found.

“You’re… supposed to leave for California tomorrow, right?”

Nick nodded, wishing he didn’t have to. He’d happily spend all his time right here, next to Francis, naked and covered in his cum in the middle of the forest. “Yeah. I have to finish packing tonight.”

“I’m… gonna miss you when you leave,” Francis added, looking down at his dick and playing with his pubes.

Nick smiled at him, wishing Francis would hold him or give him a kiss. “You can always send me dick pics. And I can send you dirty texts or something.”

Francis nodded, looking up at Nick. His face was a bit pink. “Yeah, I’d like that,” he said. Then he messed up Nick’s hair and patted Nick’s thigh, very close to his half-hard, dripping cock. “We should finish hunting then head back to camp. I’ve gotta drive you home before dark.”

Nick reluctantly agreed, watching the stud dress.

“Nick… do you really have to go?” Francis asked, unable to help himself from staring at the still-naked teenager.

“Yes, Francis. I have to be sure about which college I’m picking. But… I’ll only be gone for a week.”

To him, a week without Nick suddenly seemed like a long time. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“C’mon,” Nick said, leaving his clothes behind as he padded over to the stream. “Let’s clean up before we get dressed.”

Francis grinned, suddenly pulling his pants back down. “I like the way you think.”

Nick laughed, watching the hunk’s fat ass jiggle as he stomped down to the stream. Silently, Nick wondered just how badly he’d miss Francis while he was gone, and exactly how much Francis would miss him.


Things between Nick and Francis begin to get more serious – Chapter 10 – Easter Sunday


Nick’s week in California had been hell. He had to stay in his brother’s apartment (which was old and gross), he’d gone without cell reception the entire time, the heat had been excruciating, but worst of all, there were no hot guys for Nick to pounce on. More specifically, there was no Francis. He had only gotten to message him through Facebook a few times when he was at his brother’s place, but since he was using his brother’s laptop, it meant there would be no hot video chats or time spent in front of a screen looking at each other’s dirty pictures. Nick had been horny beyond belief.

That entire week, Francis had also been very horny. While Nick was still in California, Francis had satisfied himself through a variety of different methods: jerking off, porn, fingering himself, sex toys, porn, dirty stories (he never knew reading could be so fun), masturbating in different rooms of his house, porn, jerking off in public places, and some more porn. Some of it was even gay.

However, the gay porn and the fact he was fingering himself had gotten him concerned and really confused. Was he turning gay? Or was it just Francis discovering his bisexual side? Perhaps he was just really horny and willing to do anything. He wasn’t sure what was going on and he was more frightened than ever, especially since Matt was too busy with his exams to text or call him back, and Nick’s cell reception in California was non existent. And Nick had to be careful what he said to Francis over his brother’s laptop.

Because of this, it meant that Francis had no one to really talk to about his sexuality, and he was sure his friends wouldn’t be so thrilled to hear about his sudden revelation.

Francis needed some sex—but how would that leave things with Nick? He knew that the both of them hadn’t set out any rules about fucking other people while Nick was away but despite that, Francis had had no desire to be with anyone else. Well, there were no chicks for him to hunt down and being with any other guy besides Nick felt like betrayal. At that point, even thinking about women felt strange to him. He wondered if Nick felt the same way—about guys, at least.

Things got worse for Francis later on that week. After his father had discovered a dildo in his room (Francis had been careless), his reputation was on the line and his dad had given him a long talk about homosexuality and sin. It was the worst conversation he’d ever had, and he suddenly hated his parents more than he ever thought possible. His dad had thrown out the dildo after they’d finished, and told him he’d kick him out of the house if he ever found another one. Francis had convinced him that he was just being extra kinky with a girl he’d had over, but in his father’s eyes, it was a pathetic attempt at an excuse. He figured he had some time before his father would really get suspicious, so Francis tried to be more careful from then on, and thought about trying to get back to women again—at least until his father got off his case. Being anything other than straight terrified him, and he was sure no good things would come out of it if his parents were to ever find out.

But now, as Nick was on his way home, he was super excited to see Francis again. Being away for so long had really driven him to explore his feelings for the man—sentiments he may have hidden in fear of being rejected by Francis. But their conversations over the internet, and Francis constant interest in how his day was going, was a sign that maybe Francis saw them as more than just fuck-buddies, perhaps more than just friends.

Nick arrived in Houston on a hot afternoon. It was nearly 80 degrees Fahrenheit, which was unusually hot during the spring. People were sweltering, there was no breeze to cool their faces, and there was a shortage of air conditioners in stores. Nick fell asleep during the car ride home. Since their AC wasn’t reliable, the heat made him sleepy.

As soon as he got home, he could hear the sprinklers on all the lawns, the screams of children as they frolicked beneath the water and the drone of cars as people drove lazily across the streets. Nick helped his parents take his things to his room, then he threw his phone aside and slumped into his bed, falling back asleep. His sleep cycle had been ruined by the time change and there was the fact that his brother insisted on taking him to late-night parties. Nick usually ended up going home early from those things.

That day, Nick slept on for hours at home, through the entire afternoon and well into the night. He didn’t wake until he heard a noise at his window.

It was dark. Nick’s curtains were wide open, but his windows were firmly shut. His parents had the AC on in the house which meant that not a single window was allowed to stay open. Nick was lying in bed with nothing on except a thin sheet and a short pair of Francis’ old boxers. The door was locked, and his clothes were in a heap across the floor. It was nice and cool in his room when he woke, with the darkness of the clear night sky casting eerie an light across his face.

Nick’s eyes opened at the noise, but he stayed in bed, wondering if the noise was just a tree branch scratching against his window. But it came again, and he heard a raspy voice follow. Nick groggily got up, wandering over to the window. He saw a shadowy figure in the corner of his lawn, throwing rocks at the glass. Nick stared down at the dark figure, a bit scared as to what was going on.

As he opened the window, the hot, humid night air made his skin crawl. It was far cooler inside than it was outside. He peered down at the shape, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “What are you doing here?” Nick asked Francis, the fear suddenly leaving him.

Francis smiled awkwardly at him. “I-is this a bad time? Are you with someone?”

Nick frowned at him. “No… I was asleep.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Nick mumbled, wondering if that was a look of relief on Francis’ face. Nick had to admit that seeing Francis made him feel a hundred times better, but he was still very nervous to see him. His stomach felt like it was doing jumping-jacks inside of him.

“Did you… want to come up?” Nick asked.

Francis smiled again, showing Nick his pearly white teeth. His green eyes glinted in the faint streetlight. “Yeah.”

Nick kept the window open as Francis climbed up the tree, being careful not to snap any branches or make much noise. Nick’s parents had a bedroom on the other side of the house, but he didn’t want his parents seeing signs of a broken tree when they woke up the next day. It would raise a lot of suspicion.

“Be careful,” Nick said to him.

“Yeah,” he grunted. Francis snapped a few branches as he climbed upwards, struggling to get inside the window. Nick pulled him in, making sure he didn’t land on the floor with a thud.

“Why are you all wet?” Nick laughed, looking at his soaked cotton trunks and wet sweatshirt sticking to his hairy muscles, which bulged bigger than usual.

“Your sprinklers are on,” he muttered, suddenly looking up and down Nick as the teenager went back to bed, covering himself in the thin blanket. Francis had recognized his pair of boxers but refrained from commenting.

“Oh.”

“How’ve you been, how was your trip?” Francis asked, pulling back his wet hair as he sat down on a nearby chair. He kept his voice to a low whisper, but the droning noise of the AC helped keep his presence unknown. He closed the window as Nick began to speak.

“It was fine. Got to see a lot of LA, but I also stayed on campus, looking at the buildings and stuff with my brother.”

“Cool,” he replied, giving Nick a charming smile. “Fuck some guys while you were in town?”

Nick turned pink. “N-no. I… wasn’t really there for sex.”

Francis looked a bit relieved, though he laughed nervously. “Haha, right. Have you been working out?”

“Uh, yeah. I have,” Nick answered, a bit proud. At least his brother’s apartment had been good for something—he had a bunch of weights piled up in different rooms.

“Yeah, I can tell. You look good.”

Nick’s face turned pinker. “Thanks,” he mumbled, feeling embarrassed. “What brings you here?”

Francis looked up at him. “Well… I knew you were coming back today and I wanted to see you. Also… I texted you earlier and you didn’t respond. I thought you were mad at me or something. So I just wanted to make sure things were alright between us,” he said.

“Oh sorry,” he began, “I fell asleep as soon as I got home. I had my phone on silent…” he said, feeling bad for having not seen them.

Francis nodded. “Oh okay, just wanted to make sure. So… you’re not mad at me?”

Nick smiled. “No, of course not.”

There was an awkward silence as the both of them sat there. Then, Nick tried to be bold.

“Do you… wanna hang out later? We can meet by your place.”

“Oh… uhh… I can’t, Nick. Not at my place”

Nick felt his skin turn numb. “W-what? Why?”

“Nick…” Francis got up, sitting on the edge of Nick’s bed now. His eyes were staring down at him, and his face looked concerned. He put his hand on Nick’s leg over the sheets, trying to comfort him. “It’s not personal. My dad was on my case. He… caught me jacking off once and this other time he found one of your sex toys in my room. I had to make up something to convince him I wasn’t gay.”

Nick suddenly froze, not sure what to make of it. Francis’ parents were super conservative so he knew that something like that would land him in big trouble.

“I told them I brought home a girl but… I’m not sure if my dad believed me. I have to be careful around him. He knows all my friends, and that they’re pretty fucking straight, but he doesn’t know you, and I’m scared that him seeing you might makes things worse.”

Nick put his hand over Francis’. “You were scared?”

Francis nodded. “Yeah, dude. My dad would’ve kicked me out of the house if he thought I was gay. And the only other family I have to stay with is in San Antonio, so that’s way too far. Who knows how’d they react if they found out too.”

Nick got closer to him, scooting up to his damp, sweaty body. “I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you. I didn’t know things were getting this bad with your family. And I understand you need to be careful. I’ll do anything to help.”

He nodded back, not finding the right words to say back. Just hearing Nick support him made him feel better.

“And you can always stay with me, Francis. If anything were to ever happen. My parents won’t mind.”

Francis smiled back at him. “Thanks, dude. I really appreciate that. But… I’m not going to let anything like that happen again. We gotta be more careful.”

“We?”

“Uh, yeah? You don’t think we’d ever fuck again? I-I mean… if you want to.”

“Of course I want to!” Nick suddenly blurted out. “I just wasn’t sure you were still interested in me. I mean… sexually. Besides, aren’t you straight?”

Francis nodded, a bit nervous. “Well… mostly.”

Nick laughed.

“I missed you, you know.”

Nick looked at him. “I missed you too.”

There was an uncomfortable silence between them. Francis tried to make it less weird but the words he blurted out only made things worse. “I wish I coulda gotten an ass pic or something while you were away.” He gave him a cocky smile.

Nick crumpled his sheets, smiling uncontrollably. “Really?”

“Hell yeah. Could get me off in a flash.”

Could Francis really jack off to a picture of Nick’s ass? He knew Francis used Nick for sex—his body couldn’t ignore the pleasure that Nick provided him, but could a picture of his body have the same effect on Francis? Wouldn’t Francis think that was gay?

Francis spread his legs apart on the edge of the bed, and his shorts came up to his mid-thigh as he sat there. Nick could see the bulge of his balls at his crotch. He was wearing a tight top-tank that made his chest and arms look ten times bigger than they were. There were small strands of brown hair coming out from his chest.

“I actually came here for another reason too…” he began, playing awkwardly with his fingers. He scratched the light stubble on his face, not making eye contact.

Nick cocked his eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah. My parents are taking me to church tomorrow—since it’s easter—and I wondered if you wanted to come. I’d die of boredom alone.”

“Y-you’re not bringing a girl?” Nick asked, a but curious. He held off on telling Francis his feelings just yet—not when things between them were so weird. Plus, there was the added complication of Francis’ parents… and Nick still wasn’t convinced that Francis would return his sentiment in any sort of way. He still had himself convinced that he was straight. Or could it be possible that Francis just in denial about his sexuality? Nick put the thought out of his mind, not wanting to cling onto false hope.

Francis smiled. “Nope.”

“Oh.”

“So… do you wanna come tomorrow?”

Nick nodded. “Of course. I’d love to.”

Francis laughed back. He got up from the bed, beaming. “Awesome. You gotta put on a dress-shirt and pants, though. It’s some serious business.”

“Alright, alright. I’ve been to church before.”

“Do your parents take you often?”

“They used to, but we’ve all gotten a lot more busy over the years.”

“Lucky. My parents are still on my ass about it. Ugh… I better go. It’s early tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Seven?”

“Yeah, dude. That’s why I gotta go to bed. It’s like—what? Two, right now?”

Nick nodded.

“Ugh… I don’t wanna go home, though. Can’t sleep with it so hot there. We don’t even have AC.”

“You don’t?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Not like you. Damn, it’s so nice in here. You’ve got it good—and you don’t have to share a bathroom with anyone.”

“Neither do you!”

Francis looked shocked. “Do you not remember that I have two brothers? It was fucking horrible when we were younger. Had to share the toilet, take short showers. It was awful.”

Nick frowned. “Share a toilet?”

“Yeah… we just pissed at the same time.”

“Oh.” Before Francis had the chance to go, Nick decided to blurt something else. “Well… you don’t have to go back if you don’t want. Y-you could spend the night here.”

Francis hesitated. “You serious?”

“Yeah. My bed’s big enough. And my parents won’t wake me tomorrow. They think I’m really jet lagged. You can shower in the morning and then we can drive to your place. I can help you get ready.”

Francis curled his fists. He really wanted to, especially with how cute Nick looked, being half-naked in his bedsheets already. But he didn’t think he could do it. “I dunno man… I usually sleep naked when it’s this hot out. And I don’t think we’ll both fit on that bed.”

Nick scooted aside. “No look, you’ll fit! And c’mon, I’ve seen you naked a bunch of times. It won’t matter to me.”

Francis didn’t answer for a while. It was really tempting to stay over, but he didn’t want to get Nick in trouble. He’d already managed to mess up the tree outside. “I’d have to wake up before your parents do…”

“I’ll set an alarm,” Nick offered.

Francis gave in. “Fine.”

Nick smiled wide, pushing down the sheets and scooting further across the bed to make room.

Francis pulled off his tank top, revealing his thick, dark brown happy trail and the rigid, muscular v-lines leading down to his groin. His hard, rigid six pack was covered in faint hair too, and looked more defined then when Nick had last seen them. His chest also seemed bigger, now sporting more brown fuzz than before. His wide, big nipples were pointed, and his large biceps flexed as he threw his shirt against the chair.

“You’ve been working out too,” Nick said, staring at his herculean body.

Francis turned toward him, turning red. “Stop, you’re embarrassing me,” he joked.

Nick giggled. “Yeah right. As if you get embarrassed.”

He stared at him, his upper half gleaming in the faint streetlight. “I do sometimes. I’m human too, Nick.”

Nick hoped he was right. Perhaps there was still hope for the both of them… maybe Francis could even feel something for Nick. “C’mon, I’m sleepy.”

Francis smiled, putting his fingers in the waistband of his shorts. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

Nick didn’t answer, unable to find the words to respond. Could Francis really be attracted to him? He dove into his sheets, trying not to watch as the muscular hunk slipped his shorts off, revealing a tight, skimpy pair of white briefs that barely fit him. Something about the underwear caught Nick’s eye, and he rose out of the bed, looking at him.

“Are those… are those mine?”

Francis turned round, forcing Nick to stop starting at his fat, round ass and instead face the huge, bulging shapes that protruded from his front. “Huh? Oh these… I kinda found them lying around my room…” he mumbled, hesitating as to wonder whether he should take them off. “They might be yours,” he answered.

Nick tried not to smile. Francis didn’t wear briefs, and judging by the red stitching against the white waistband, Nick’s name was written onto them. He didn’t press Francis, not wanting to make it awkward. But wasn’t Francis more comfortable than that around Nick? Had their intimacy overcome their need to hide their feelings by now?

Despite the AC, there was still sweat across Francis’ broad back, and his skin felt sticky to the touch. With Nick looking away, Francis took off the briefs and threw them overtop his other clothes. He barely even fit into the underwear—they were horribly stretched at warped—but wearing them had made him feel close to Nick. He hadn’t expected to be seen wearing them, especially not by Nick.

The teenager desperately wanted to see Francis’ big dick, and wanted to stare at his fat, perky ass, but he was still tired from travelling, and he knew that seeing those parts of Francis would make Nick horny—and he wasn’t sure if sex was what Francis wanted right then. He seemed too vulnerable, and awfully confused. He didn’t want to take advantage of him like that. There was, Nick thought, always the morning to admire the stud’s assets.

Francis crawled into bed, slowly picking up the sheets and catching a welcoming view of Nick’s butt. It burst through the boxers he wore, unable to hide through the cloth. Francis felt his member stirring and looked away, despite wanting to rub his hands over Nick’s lean, soft back, and to put his arm overtop Nick’s small but tough build.

He shook himself of those thoughts, aware that Nick didn’t seem to be in the mood to do anything. He was tired, and Francis didn’t want to make the invitation of staying over any kind of burden. Like Nick, Francis looked forward to the morning. But for now, he figured there wasn’t any reason not to make the best of things. As he slipped into the large space beside Nick, Francis let the smooth, cool sheets smother his hot skin. He loved to sleep naked during the spring and summer, but having someone next to him was even better.

“Do you… want to cuddle?” Francis tried, hoping to fall asleep with Nick under his embrace.

The teenager turned around, a curious smile on his face. Even through the fabric of the covers, Francis could make out the bulge that sprouted from the front of his underwear. “Yes, please.”

“You wanna be the big spoon or small?”

Nick’s face turned pink. “You know what I like.”

Francis grinned. He let Nick’s body press close against his—his soft, hairless back was rubbing against Francis fuzzy chest, which sported two erect nipples and hard, bulging pecs. Nick’s ass was the next part of him to make contact. His cheeks caressed Francis’ dick, the taut fabric fondling the stiffening member and brushing softly against it. Francis let out a quiet moan, not having had touched another person this way the entire time Nick was gone. He hadn’t been thinking about women the same way since, and the thought of fucking a man other than Nick made him prickle with discomfort.

“You’re so soft…” Francis mumbled into Nick’s ear, arousing the both of them. Nick felt the stud’s huge bicep curl around his own body, his rough hands brushing against his nipples and then moving down to his waist. It stayed there, hovering above the waistband, where Nick’s boner urged to break free.

“So are you,” Nick said, “even though you’re fucking ripped.”

Francis laughed, his warm breath hitting Nick’s neck. “Love it when you swear.”

The word intrigued him. ‘Love’. Nick smiled silently to himself, thinking about the fact that just having his body touch Francis’ was giving the hunk a hard-on. He had control over what the other felt—something he didn’t think was possible. Or maybe Francis was just horny. It was difficult to tell with him.

The man’s thick pubes pressed against his ass and the small of his back, his hard abs a few centimetres away. His muscular, veiny legs pressed onto Nick’s and the top one snaked in-between Nick’s, rubbing against his. His thigh was just below Nick’s bulge. The warm skin in-between the softness of his legs made Nick close his eyes in pleasure. Their toes momentarily played with each other, and then Nick felt the jock tighten his grip around him, as if claiming Nick for his own. His chest dug deeper into his back, and his soft, thick lips reached Nick’s ear once again.

“Good night,” Francis whispered, laying his chin against Nick’s shoulder.

Nick responded best he could. He pushed his ass harder up against Francis’ stiff member and mumbled the same words. “Good night,” he said, falling asleep with the thoughts of Francis holding onto him for many more nights to come. It was a thought that the both of them shared.

When Nick woke up that morning, he felt soft, fuzzy skin beneath his face. As his vision cleared, he could make out Francis’ nipple, erect in the cold morning air. His chest rose and fell gently, his breath a soft noise and his arms still holding Nick tight. The teenager found himself lying half-overtop Francis, his head on the stud’s chest and one of his legs, including his bulge, on top of his groin. Nick wanted to move his legs to feel exactly where Francis dick was, but he didn’t want to wake him. He kept his position, realizing that they’d been sleeping this way for so long that their skin had stuck together, no doubt aided by Francis’ sweat and hair.

Nick could feel Francis’ bicep against his shoulder, flexing and twitching with each breath Francis took. His hair was messy and half strewn across his face. Nick could see up Francis’ button nose, and his face was fleshed with pink. In the morning light, Nick was able to see how tanned Francis had gotten over break. He must have gone to the beach a few times with friends, he thought. It would explain the differing skin tones of his torso and legs to his hairy groin.

He cuddled closer against Francis, not thinking of it as he did so. He instantly heard Francis’ breathing cease, until the stud spoke in a low, bleary voice. The sleepiness etched onto his face made him look and sound incredible sexy. Nick felt his morning wood grow even more.

“Morning, dude,” Francis mumbled, giving him a cocky smile.

“Hey.”

He seemed pleased with himself, and suddenly, Nick could feel the stud’s cock growing against his thigh. “You sleep well?”

Nick didn’t want to get up, and it didn’t look as though Francis wanted to either. “Yes,” he muttered, bringing his body closer to Francis’. He seemed to like that.

“So did I. Haven’t been sleeping well at home for a while—way too hot there.”

Nick wondered if that was the only reason. “Yeah?”

Francis nodded. “That, and… the fact that you’re back.”

Nick blushed. He couldn’t hide his smile.

“Ohh so I’m guessing you missed me a lot too?” Francis asked.

“Of course I did,” he said, realizing how close the man’s nipple was to his lips as he spoke. “How could I not?”

“I guess you couldn’t find anybody better than me in LA, huh?”

He laughed. “Nope. You’re the best there is.”

Francis smiled, but it quickly faded away as he felt his penis throb against Nick’s leg. The thought of being with him still scared him—even though it had been all he could think about since Nick left. But this time was different—there was something in Francis that made the possibility of sex something else, something more. His feelings were invested, whereas before, all that was between them was meaningless sex. It scared him to think what this meant.

All his life Francis was raised to think one way, and now just one boy had changed all that. Francis didn’t even know what to do: what to say or how to act if he was in fact gay—if that was even the right word for it. But what other word would describe how Francis felt? He could only think of one—and it was a word he’d never said to anyone but his family. Not even a girl had had that privilege.

“What’s wrong?” Nick asked. He got up from Francis chest, looking at his sexy, stubbled face. He looked so fucking hot.

“Nothing. Gotta piss.”

Nick nodded, getting off of him and letting the stud clamber out of bed. His hard dick swung across, heavy against his body as he walked, and his ass seemed perkier than ever. Nick stared the entire time as Francis walked to Nick’s bathroom.

He didn’t bother closing the door. He held his dick, relieving himself. Nick watched as he stood there, watching the man’s cock swell up to eight inches. His balls hung low and soft, jigging as the stud forced the piss out of him. Nick watched the jock’s ass twitch as he peed, letting his free hand run overtop his cheeks.

After what felt like an eternity, Francis finished and turned to wash his hands. “Quit staring,” Francis said, smirking.

Nick smiled wryly and settled back into bed. The dick in his boxers was aching, pitching a large tent. As Francis walked back to the window, his fat, rigid pole still swinging heavily against his thighs and balls, Nick frowned at him.

“You’e not coming back to bed?”

Francis shook his head, looking for something. “Nah, I gotta go soon. And your parents will be up.”

“Oh.”

Francis could tell he was disappointed. “Can I… shower here?” He suddenly placed his hands a bit awkwardly over his junk, as if he was embarrassed to be around Nick. The teenager made him nervous in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Nick smiled. “Of course.”

“Cool. Uh, you got a towel I can use?”

Nick got out of bed. “Yeah, I’ll get you one.”

“Thanks.”

As Francis lumbered over to the bathroom again, Nick watched him go before grabbing a towel from his dresser. He heard the water run and the shower curtains close, but he knew that the door was still open. He wondered if it was an invitation.

Nick threw the towel over the toilet seat and carefully pulled back the shower curtain. Francis was completely wet, looking sexier as ever as the water came down on his rigid, naked body. He was wiping his hairy armpits and rubbing his massive pecs before noticing Nick. He turned around as Nick stared, his heavy cock still hanging downwards. He smiled at him, wondering what was up.

“Do you mind if I join?” Nick asked him.

Francis grinned. “The more the merrier.”

Nick took his boxers off in an instant. He quickly stepped inside, standing beside Francis as the man gave him space under the shower head. He spanked Nick playfully as he stood there, and Nick couldn’t help but laugh as the jock stared at his naked body, admiring his features and his soft skin. And when Nick caught him staring, Francis only bit his lower lip and looked back at Nick’s bright eyes. He was getting hard, his cock beginning to lift off of his balls, and he wasn’t sorry.

“Pass the shampoo?” Francis asked.

Nick grinned, turning around to grab it. He could feel the man’s eyes staring at his ass, desperate to take him right then and there. Nick was surprised that Francis didn’t jump on him and fuck his ass right away. Instead, he simply took the shampoo and began lathering himself, his nipples hard and his dick harder. He then passed it to Nick and helped the boy lather up on his back and chest. Nick was hard too now, and it was quite obvious to Francis. But still, the jock didn’t take advantage of him.

Nick wondered what was wrong. Did Francis not like him anymore? But if he didn’t, why was he staring at Nick’s body like that, and why was his dick rock-hard? His foreskin was almost retracted over his bulging red head, and every so often Francis was forced to squeeze his massive, throbbing tool in an attempt to make it go back down. As much as he wanted to fuck Nick, something about his conversations with his father and his own driving need to be accepted by others held him back.

But Francis really wanted to tell Nick everything, about how he was feeling, how every time he looked at Nick his heart began racing and his dick got hard, how a simple laugh or smile from Nick made his stomach flip or how every time Nick said his name, his heart would melt and his skin would get numb. He had never, ever, felt this way about anyone before, nor did he know what to do with it, or what it was. But if it was what he thought it was, Francis was horrified by the fact that he was feeling this way towards a guy—another man.

Francis hadn’t been raised that way, to be accepting of others for who they were, but Nick had changed all of that. He never knew he could care for another person like that, and especially not a man. He knew for a fact he had never cared for a woman in that way—not any girlfriend he’d ever had.

So as the two guys showered, rinsing the suds off their hair and bodies, Francis clenched his fists, torn with the choice to either tell Nick everything or to wait until another time. What if Nick didn’t feel the same way? Francis would be way too embarrassed to see Nick ever again, despite his burning desire to spend every moment with him. And then, their sex would be non-existent. Nick would think Francis was gay and he wasn’t sure how that would change Nick’s view of him. Did he only find Francis desirable because he was straight? Impossible to obtain?

Francis knew deep down that Nick was nothing like that, but his fears of rejection, not only by Nick but by his friends and family, made everything a hundred times worse. There was a lump in his throat, and his mouth felt like it was burning.

“Is… something wrong?” Nick asked him. He stood there, still naked and completely vulnerable, looking up at Francis’ face.

He looked back at him, smiling awkwardly. “Uh, no. Everything’s fine.”

“Oh. I just thought…”

Francis raised his eyebrows.

“I thought… you might’ve wanted to fuck me.”

Francis gave him an awkward laugh, trying to seem all right. “Oh, sorry. I just… I can’t control morning wood, bro.”

“So… you don’t want to fuck?”

Francis definitely wanted to. But he was scared, more than ever, that a certain three words might slip out and ruin things completely. He had dreams of fucking Nick before, and every one of them included those three words. Worst of all was the thought that Nick would only think he was saying to him in the heat of the moment, during the climax of sex. Just the thought of something slipping out made his dick deflate. It was the most terrified Francis had ever been.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel bad, Nick. I think you’re really fucking sexy, I do, but I’m also really tired. I… I’ve been up all night the past few days. Studying.”

The thoughts of sex instantly fled Nick’s mind. “Studying?! For what?”

Francis looked awkwardly at Nicks’ feet. He had cute feet. “I… want to take my SATs. So I could get into a college.”

“W-what?!”

“Ugh, shut up, dude. Don’t make fun of me.”

Nick had a huge smile on his face. “I’m not making fun of you! I just can’t believe it—I thought you wanted your parents’ farm?”

Francis finally got all the shampoo out of his hair and pubes. “Well… I did. I dunno if that’s what I want anymore. I think I might wanna get my own place. Move out.”

“What? But why? I don’t understand.”

“It’s complicated, Nick. I don’t feel like talking about it right now… it’s kinda a long story. If it’s okay with you, can we discuss it later?”

Nick didn’t feel insulted, but he was just surprised at Francis’ sudden decision. He didn’t know that the man was at all interested in college. “No, of course. Whenever you want. It’s fine. Just… if you ever need help studying, or need some advice, ask me. I’m always here for you, Francis. No matter what.”

Francis felt that lump in his throat again, and he gave Nick the dopiest smile. Before Nick could react, Francis pulled the boy in and kissed him, embracing his wet, naked body.

Nick was surprised again, but he didn’t resist, putting his arms around Francis’ broad, rigid shoulders as Francis’ hands held onto Nick’s face, then they ran down his bare back and held him by his waist. Their bodies pressed hard against each other as they made out, their dicks bouncing off one another and their skin sticking.

When they finally came up for air, Nick looked at him, bewildered. “What was…”

“Thank you,” Francis muttered, with a look on his face Nick didn’t see often—vulnerability. “For supporting me.”

Nick hugged him back, putting his head against the man’s hairy, muscular chest. “I’d always support you, Francis. I… really care about you.”

Francis held Nick’s head against his chest, feeling his face on his skin as the hot water continued to run down them both. “So do I.”

Then, Nick pulled out, staring at his hot, shredded body. They were both still wet, and Francis’ hard-on had come back up. Nick had an idea.

“Y’know… if you’re too tired to fuck me…”

Francis raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “Yeah?”

Still in the shower, Nick got down to his knees. Francis took a step back, a bit uncomfortable. He didn’t want to see Nick on his knees, not like that. Not for him.

“Nick… you don’t have to do that.”

He smiled at him, getting closer to the man’s penis. “I want to, Francis. Let me blow you.”

“Nick…” Francis stared at him, unsure of what to do. Should he let him? Now that Francis was sure of how he felt for Nick, would he allow himself to get involved?

“C-can I blow you?” Nick asked, a bit nervous. He wasn’t sure whether he had asked for Francis’ permission before, since Francis had never before hesitated like that. The man that stood before him now was completely different from the man that had shoved his cock into Nick’s mouth all those months ago in that parking lot—or back at his house.

Francis was still hard, and the tip of his penis brushed Nick’s chin as the teenager moved in.

“Nick… I can’t…”

Nick moved closer, now grazing his mouth over the man’s member. It reacted accordingly, jumping in pleasure and beginning to leak long globs of pre-cum from his slit. “C’mon, Francis. Let me blow you. You know you want it.”

“Nick… I can’t. I can’t do this.” He suddenly turned around and grabbed the towel. He quickly jumped out of the shower and exited the bathroom.

Nick was speechless. He was still kneeling there, the water running, watching as Francis walked away from him. Nick suddenly got up and chased after him, not caring to turn the water off or close the curtains behind him. He grabbed a second towel and wrapped it around his waist, just like Francis had done, and confronted him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Nick said, a bit angry.

Francis didn’t answer. He quickly dried his body and got his clothes out. His hair was still dripping wet but he didn’t seem to care.

Nick asked again. “Francis, what the fuck is going on? One minute you kiss me and the next you run away?”

Francis didn’t even bother with his underwear. He just pulled on his shorts and grabbed his shirt, heading for the window.

“Francis! Answer me!”

The man turned around, shirtless and still dripping with water. His brown hair was a mess and his green eyes suddenly looked red and glossy. He was frowning, and looked as though he was on the verge of tears.

“I have feelings for you Nick. It’s been that way for a while but I just didn’t say anything. And I’m not sure what that means because if I like you this much, I’m afraid it makes me gay—because I haven’t ever felt this way for anyone else before. Not even a woman. And if I’m gay… Nick, my parents will kick me out of the house and every friend or family member I have will pretend I don’t exist. So I don’t know what to do anymore, Nick. Because when I’m with you, all I want to do is tell you how I feel but I know I can’t give into it.

“But every minute we’re apart, I’m thinking of you, or your body, and how much I want to touch you and feel your breath on my face or hear you laugh or swear or try to crack a joke. Every minute I spend with you I like you even more and I’m scared of what that will mean for me. For us. You don’t have to go to church with me today if you don’t want to and I understand if you don’t like me back, or if you don’t want to be with me anymore because I’m not straight or I’m not what you thought I was. I’m sorry if I hurt you, that I made you choose me over Matt, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I can’t pretend these feelings don’t exist anymore, because it’s killing me to keep pretending.

“I like you a lot, Nick, more than I’ve even told you just now, but I don’t think I can be with you if it means that I have to accept the fact that I’m gay. It would ruin my life and I’d have nowhere to live and, hell, I’d probably get beat up in the streets if the wrong people find out. And I can’t ask you to be with me and keep everything a secret because that’s not fair to you. We’ve been hiding this thing between us for long enough and you deserve better than that—better than me. I am so sorry, Nick. I’m sorry. ”

Then without another word or even a moment of hesitation, Francis was on his way out the window faster than Nick could come up with something to say. His heart was beating wildly and his jaw was nearly wide open. He tried to go after him but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor and his whole body felt like lead. Nick couldn’t even get out any words—not a single one. He couldn’t tell Francis to stop or to wait for just a minute. Worst of all, he couldn’t tell Francis that he felt the exact same way about him.

But the anger inside of him—the feeling that they’d both been so stupid for song long—overwhelmed him and bubbled up to the surface. He suddenly felt like he could talk again, and his brain urged him forward, telling him to stop Francis before it was too late.

“WAIT!” Nick yelled, not caring if his parents or neighbours or if, hell, Francis’ own parents were down the street and heard him.

Francis was already on largest branch of the tree, trying to climb his way down when he stopped and looked up.

“I feel the same way about you, Francis. I-I always have. I never told you because… well I really thought you were straight, that you were just using me for sex and that you were being nice to me so that I wouldn’t ditch you and go after some other guy, instead. I’ve felt something for you way before you ever said ‘hi’ to me and before I helped you jump start your stupid truck. You’re so much… bigger than me and that can be scary. And most of the time you hide your feelings so I just didn’t know what to do. I hid my own feelings and I guess… the whole thing with Matt—it was my way of trying to get over you, because I was afraid you’d never return my feelings. And I was sure you wouldn’t!”

The branch made a splitting noise as Francis sat there, listening to Nick.

He climbed his way back up, now face-to-face with Nick. Both of them looked at each other with their eyes watery and large, dry lumps in their throats.

“Well, I do like you Nick. A whole fucking lot. I… I haven’t been with anyone since I met you. Not a single person. Well… some of that was because of that thing with my ex but to be honest, I don’t think I even wanted to be with anyone else after that first time with you. I was kinda a jerk to you but I was scared. And I’m sorry that I scared you. You mean a lot to me, Nick. More than any person.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, really. You’re all I think about, and there’s no one else I’ve felt this way about.”

Nick took his hands as Francis leaned closer through the window, staring back at him. His body was shaking with adrenaline and joy. He was willing to do anything to keep Francis, anything just to have him all to himself. “We can keep this a secret, Francis. I want to be with you, but if you don’t want to because of your parents, then I understand. But I’d still do anything for you. Especially if it means we can… if we can be together.”

“Nick… I can’t let you do that. I mean, who knows how long this thing with my parents might take? If I don’t get into a college then I have to rely on them. And besides, you’re graduating in a few months! It’ll take me a year to take the tests and even get accepted any place. We won’t even be in the same state in a couple of months.”

Nick held his big hands tighter, gripping his fingers. “I’ll take a gap year. I’ve already been accepted to a bunch of places and I’m allowed to defer freshman year, Francis. I was already considering it since I really have no idea what I want to do in college.”

Francis tried to break free of his grip. “See—this is the problem. I don’t even know enough about you. All we’ve been doing for the past few months is fucking and all that time I’ve been pretending to be a different person.”

Nick pulled him closer, not letting go. “So have I. And it doesn’t matter, Francis. That doesn’t affect how we feel for each other, right? We can get to know each other. It won’t take long. And besides, you know plenty about me! Name my favourite color.”

Francis blushed, hesitating before he answered. “That kind of blue… really light, like the sky.”

Nick grinned. “Yeah. The same color of that jockstrap you gave me. The same one you wore our first time together. And your favourite color is black. And red. Like the sheets in your room and most of your sneakers.

Francis nodded, smiling at himself. “Yeah.”

“And I know your favourite food is pizza.”

“Yours is spaghetti, right?”

“Well… pasta. Close enough.”

They both laughed at each other, comforted by the other’s presence. Water still dripped down Francis’ wet head and body, and the cool morning air hit Nick’s damp, wet chest.

Francis pushed some of Nick’s wet hair from his face, before he leaned in closer. Nick put his hands on the window ledge as Francis’ arms reached his face, grabbing his neck and taking his mouth into his own. They kissed, feeling the warmth of their skin and tasting the other. Their mouths melted, steaming hot kisses chasing each other like heart beats as their faces collided and got red hot with friction. Their blood pumped hard, excited to finally have one another.

Then, when Nick couldn’t take it anymore, he tried to pull Francis through the window. “Come inside. I want to be with you.”

Francis let go of him, scooting back down on the tree branch. “I… can’t, Nick. I don’t know if I can take spending another minute with you if I know I can’t have you.”

“You can have me, Francis, any way you like. I’m yours, and you’re mine. I know how I feel about you and that’s not going to change. We can keep things a secret—no one has to know! Like I said: I’ll take a gap year; figure things out and help you take your SATs. We can choose a college we can both get into, and if that still doesn’t work, then I’ll go to Texas A&M. You’ll probably get in there anyway and if you don’t, then you can stay at the farm if you want. A&M was my safety school and it’s only like forty minutes from where you live. We both have cars.”

“You… you would do that? For me?”

“Yes, Francis. I’d do anything for you,” he mumbled, his heart beating faster and the lump in his throat getting bigger. “I just want to be with you. It’s all I ever wanted.”

“I mean… I don’t want to force you into anything. Or make you ruin your life. I-I’m just a person, Nick.”

“But you’re the person I care for. More than anyone else, just like you said.”

Francis hesitated, thinking it over. Would Nick really do all that for him? It was a lot to consider, but he knew that just having Nick say those things made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. He suddenly didn’t care about his parents, or his friends or his brothers. He just cared about Nick. And like the teenager, he’d do anything for him.

“O-okay.”

Nick’s eyes widened and his heart nearly stopped. “Really?”

“Yeah. We can make the big decisions later but for now… I guess we can… we can…”

“Just be together?”

Francis blushed. “Yeah. That. If you want to.”

“I do.” Nick kissed him again, pulling him in and taking him by surprise. Francis didn’t fight it, letting the feeling take over his body. Just the thought of having Nick in his arms again made things a hundred times easier, and a lot of the stress from the past few months had just melted away in seconds. The way he felt in that moment—the sensations coursing through his body and the thoughts swirling through his head—surpassed anything he’d ever experienced before. He didn’t think emotions this strong were even possible.

Nick broke free, keeping their faces close as they breathed on each other. “We’ll keep things a secret. I want you to myself and I don’t want anyone else to know. I don’t need them to ruin it.”

“Are you sure?”

Nick nodded. “Of course. But it’s not my decision, Francis. It’s your parents who’ll have a problem with it, so it’s up to you. If you still don’t want to be with me, then… I can accept that. I don’t want you to ruin your life for me.”

“I want you more than anything, Nick. And if you’re really willing to keep things this way for me…”

“I am.”

“… then I guess it’s set. We won’t tell anyone. Not until thing’s are official with school and all. An education is super important.”

“We can keep it a secret for a hundred years, Francis. I don’t care. As long as we have each other.”

Francis smiled, trying not to cry. Blinking away the tears was difficult. “Okay, babe. A hundred years, then.”

Nick laughed, trying to pull him inside. “Come on. Get in here.”

“Nick… I really can’t. My parents will be up any minute and so will yours. I’ve gotta get ready for Easter Mass.”

“O-oh.”

“We’ll spend the whole day together, afterwards. Okay? I’ll take you to the lake, or maybe we can go into town.”

Nick smiled at him. “I’d like that.”

“Do you… still want to come with mass with me?”

“Of course!”

Francis let go of him and began to climb down. “Then you better get ready! I’ll pick you up on the way. We’re already gonna be late.”

Nick nodded, grabbing him and kissing him one more time before he disappeared. “Alright.”

“I’ll be back in about thirty.”

“See you then.”

Francis squeezed his hands before he left, kissing him just once more, for good measure. Then, he climbed back down. “I’ll see you then, babe.”

Nick watched him as he left, blushing and smiling as the jock repeatedly looked back up to Nick’s window, just to see his face. Even before the dripping wet man got into his truck, he smiled at Nick long and hard, thinking to himself about all that had just happened. He had Nick, and Nick had him. Nothing else mattered to either of them.

When Francis’ truck came around later that morning, Nick was feeling very nervous, but still somehow relieved. Although there was more he needed to tell Francis, Nick held off on it for now, knowing that it could very well scare Francis off or freak him out more than he already was. The ‘L-word’ was some tricky business, and Nick still needed to make sure whether he was really there with Francis yet. It didn’t seem fair to spring it on him all of a sudden, without spending some much needed time with him first.

As he got into the passenger seat, Francis greeted him with a stupidly nervous smile. He looked like he was sweating a bit (Nick spotted some pit-stains) and he seemed less sure of himself than usual.

“Hey,” Francis muttered, watching Nick as he got into the seat. The teenager was wearing a grey buttoned shirt and a pair of dark trousers. It was tight on his body, and it made Francis stare an awful lot. Nick smiled back at him, putting on his seatbelt while returning the stare.

Francis had on a light blue dress shirt that seemed one size too small. His top buttons were done all the way up but his sleeves were pushed back, trying to give the man some room to breath and maneuver. His chest was bulging through the shirt and the fabric was taut against his pecs and large biceps.

His shoulders were pretty prominent too, and some of his shirt stuck out of his sides and back, barely tucked into the beige pants he wore. His huge thighs were spread wide apart, as his pants wrapped around his muscular figure. From what Nick could see, there was no hint of Francis wearing any underwear, and the usual bulge in his crotch didn’t leave much to the imagination. It was just the way Nick liked it.

Nick didn’t stare for long, but it occurred to him that maybe it was okay now. And since Francis was clearly checking him out, perhaps it was alright to do the same.

“You look incredible,” Francis murmured, now meeting Nick’s gaze. The man’s eyes were bright and cheery, and he wore a large smile.

“You look hot,” Nick suddenly said.

Francis laughed, looking awkwardly down at his feet. “Thanks. Not as hot as you, though.”

Nick looked out the window as Francis pulled out of the street, not sure how to respond. He still wasn’t comfortable with compliments, and it was still weird to hear them coming from Francis.

“You’re wearing blue,” Nick told him. —

Francis grinned. “Yeah, I knew you’d like it.”

“I love it. And it’s definitely your color.”

“Haha, thanks. And grey looks good on you, dude. Goes with your eyes.”

“It’s the closest I had to a black shirt,” Nick mumbled quietly.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Francis blurted out. “A-about us?”

“Well… it would make things less awkward.”

“I want us to be exclusive with one another,” Francis told him, keeping his eyes on the road. His heart was beating wildly, and even though he knew Nick liked him, it was still scary to talk about it.

“Like… boyfriend-girlfriend?”

Francis looked at him. “Don’t you mean boyfriend and boyfriend?”

Nick bit his lip. “Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry.”

Francis smiled. “That’s alright. As long as you’re the girlfriend.”

“Shut up,” Nick laughed.

“What? It was your idea,” he joked.

“So… you really want to do this. You’re okay with us being… boyfriends? That doesn’t weird you out?”

It definitely weirded Francis out. He’d never thought it was something that would happen to him, and it felt weird to say it. He wasn’t raised this way. But he didn’t give a shit how he was raised and whether or not it sounded abnormal when the word ‘boyfriend’ came out of his mouth. Because he knew how it felt to be with Nick and what it was like to be without him. He wanted to be with Nick every minute he could and he wanted Nick to himself. He couldn’t bear the thought of someone else holding or touching him.

He didn’t want to freak Nick out, so he lied, just for the time being. Just long enough for it to feel normal to him. “No, it’s not weird. I want us to be boyfriends.”

Nick was silent for a while, surprised at him. He seemed uptight and nervous.

Francis suddenly let out a deep breath, relaxing in his seat. “Wow, I said it,” he laughed.

Nick smiled back. “It does sound a bit weird, doesn’t it?”

“A little. We’ll get used to it. You’ve never been in a relationship with a guy before and neither have I.”

“Yeah, makes sense.”

Francis gave him a devious smile, raising an eyebrow. “Soo… you’re my boyfriend now.”

“And you’re mine.”

“Dude, it’s gonna be so cool being with a guy. They’re so much easier to relate to than chicks,” Francis muttered, excited with himself. “Like… there’s gonna be so much less shit to deal with. It’s like being with your best friend.”

“That’s what a relationship is supposed to be like,” Nick said.

He nodded slowly, thinking about it to himself. “Yeah… I guess you’re right. Guess all those women I was with were definitely not for me.”

“So what goes on at this mass thing? I haven’t been to one since I was younger and I don’t remember much.” He already spotted the building up ahead on the road and it was intimidating to see the parking lot nearly full. Francis’ parents were waiting for them somewhere there and Nick had butterflies in his stomach.

“Uh, well the pastor gives us a bunch of lectures, stories and, um, we sing a bit.”

“Really? Do you sing?”

“Not very well. And not a lot.”

Nick tried to hide his laughter but Francis could tell it was cracking him up.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

They pulled into the parking lot, noticing that people were heading inside. The lot was almost empty, though it was filled with cars.

“Shit, they’re gonna be pissed. I’m late.”

“Are they inside already?”

Francis nodded. “Yeah. Probably upfront too. You can’t save seats for too long.” He parked pretty quickly, doing a few scans before reversing.

“We can just sit near the back. That way we won’t have to sing.”

Francis nodded. “Good idea. You really don’t want to hear me sing.”

They took another minute to get out of the car and tuck in their shirts. Francis did a lousy job and he was really beginning to sweat.

“Here,” Nick said, reaching up to unbutton the man’s collar. Francis blushed, awkwardly putting his hands into his pockets. His shirt was still mostly untucked and though he looked stupid, he was very cute. Nick sighed in amusement, spying some of Francis’ chest hair from the top of his shirt, and then reached down to tuck his boyfriend’s shirt back in. He did it slowly, taking the shirt and stuffing it into his waist with all the time in the world. He pushed his hands deep down Francis’ pants, deliberately. Francis wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and feeling the man’s hard, hairy thighs was a turn on, especially when Nick went around and basically groped the jock’s muscular, bulging butt.

Nick tucked in the front of his shirt too and dug into his large push of pubic hair, then brushed the base of Francis’ member, noticing it’s girth and firmness. The skin was soft to him and Francis nearly jumped as Nick felt him up. He pulled his hand back out, looking up at the jock with a wry look on his face.

Francis was breathing heavily, staring down at Nick as he finished with him.

“There,” Nick muttered, getting a bit hard himself. He could now see the outline of Francis’ penis pushing up against his pants, although he used his blazer to hide it from prying eyes.

“Th-thanks,” Francis said, still bright red. However, he had enjoyed being felt up by Nick. And being taken care of like that made him feel warm and tingly.

“You’re happy I’m here, then?” Nick teased him, eyeing his bulge.

Francis nodded, desperate to reach his arms out and pull Nick in by his waist, holding his groin to his and pressing the boy’s chest to his body. He needed to feel Nick’s back against his fingers and he wanted to feel the heat of his breath on his pecs. But they were in public, and Francis could do nothing but place a sneaky hand on the side of Nick’s leg, gently grazing him up and down.

Francis’s face was pink, and he spoke in a low, hushed voice, as if he was flustered. “Very happy. No one gets me hot like you do, baby.”

Nick was flummoxed. He was smiling uncontrollably and he’d never felt so cared for or important. Watching Francis get embarrassed at having his boner spotted was insanely cute and hot enough on it’s own but hearing him own up to it and feeling his fingers on his body was euphoric.

“C’mon,” Nick said, leading him away from the truck. “Let’s get inside before I end up blowing you right here.”

He bit his lip, his heart pounding wildly. Francis’ stomach jumped a few times as he watched Nick turn around, walking confidently toward the church. God, Francis thought, he looked hot. He was the sexiest person Francis had met, and there was something about him that made his blood hotter, pumping faster than usual. He wanted to take Nick right then and there, but by some miracle, he was able to control himself and keep composed.

He followed Nick inside, walking awkwardly since his legs felt weak at the thought of having Nick again. He shuffled into the church after him, taking the chance to tap Nick’s ass as he closed the doors quietly behind them. Nick suppressed a giggle. Everyone was already standing for the first hymn, but lucky for the two boys, the last two benches were empty, which made it easy to sneak inside. They both took the furthest bench, where the organ on the balcony overhead cast a dark shadow over the pews. They were well out of sight, which meant that if they were quiet enough, they could talk amongst themselves.

“C’mon, over here,” Francis whispered, throwing his blazer over the end of the bench.

Nick scooted in after him, picking up the thick bible. He hadn’t seen one of these in ages, and it felt weird having one in his hands after the conversation he’d had with Francis. Whatever was in that book was part of the reason why Francis’ parents hated the idea of their son being even remotely interested in men. He wondered how Francis could even stand to be in that place.

Francis hummed along to the song while he held out the hymn-book for Nick, showing them where they were. Watching him get so into something was pretty cute and he was happy to share that moment with him. Nick read the words as the song went on, and eventually they got to sit back down, listening to what the pastor was saying. He gave a long introduction before someone came up to read a passage from the bible. By now, Nick was really beginning to get bored, although he was happy that he was going through with Francis. The jock himself didn’t seem very interested either, and he noticed that Nick was ready to shoot himself.

“Boring?”

Nick gave him a short smile in return.

He put a hand over the teenager’s knee, slowly making his way up his thigh. “We’ll be out of here soon. I promise.”

“Isn’t there food at the end of these things?”

“Yep.”

“Then can we stay for that?”

Francis tried to hide his laugh. “Of course.”

Before he had a chance to remove his hand, Nick put his own hand over Francis’, guiding his big fingers closer to his crotch. They were both alone in the pew, and since there wasn’t anyone actually close enough to them, or in a position to see their legs or what their hands were doing, Nick was beginning to get some dirty ideas.

Francis kept his face forward although he was focused on Nick. “What are you doing?” he whispered, a bit nervous. His boner had only just subsided but now as their legs grazed, and his fingers felt the smooth muscle of Nick’s thighs, he felt the blood gushing to his face and groin.

“I want you to feel me,” Nick whispered. He was lucky the bench in front of them was empty too. “I missed you a lot… and I wanted to feel you touch me again.”

Francis rolled his eyes back, biting his lip and clenching his other hand as he reached the end of Nick’s leg, hovering over the bulge that lay in between. Nick sighed out, stifling a moan. Francis felt the contents of Nick’s pants shift, and then he gently squeezed, making Nick squirm in pleasure. Francis grabbed his bulge, rubbing his crotch and letting the teenager’s penis harden underneath his grasp. It elongated, pushing against the fabric against his pants and snaking along the top of his pants.

Francis could see his thick shaft bulging against the boy’s boxers and pants. He must have been very hard for it to show through both layers of clothing.

“Fffuuuckkk…” Nick moaned, his voice a hushed whisper to Francis’ ears.

He grinned, stroking the length of Nick’s pants and gently squeezing his member. Then, he reached down to his balls, caressing his private-most area and squeezed a bit, fondling him.

Nick titled his head backwards, sighing in pleasure as the man teased him. Then, Francis reached back up to this dick, gripping it firmly to arouse him, but not hard enough to hurt.

“Fuck, that feels so good…” he mumbled.

Francis could feel the warmth of Nick’s erection, how it throbbed to each touch or movement of his hand, and how it longed to be free. The man stroked it repeatedly, his mouth watering and his body slightly turned towards him, wanting to see the looks of ecstasy on his face.

Nick was barely able to control himself. His body squirmed and his cock was scorching. Francis grinned, feeling the boy’s member shudder. But suddenly he realized: Nick must have been close. He couldn’t let him go over the edge, or else he’d stain his pants with gallons of cum and that would be the end of them both.

He eased off on Nick’s cock, still rubbing it slowly until Nick composed himself again. Then, as someone from a few rows above slipped out of the bench, probably to go to the bathroom, Francis removed his hand from Nick’s crotch while Nick himself sat up straight, using his hands to cover the obvious shape of his erection creating a tent in his pants.

They both grinned at each other, still clearly turned on. But better yet, Nick had spotted something he was excited to see. Against his leg, rock-hard and bulging against his pants, was Francis’ own erection. Francis may not have realized that his dick was clearly noticeable, but Nick wanted to get in on the action himself. He waited until the other man was seated again, back from wherever he went, and then Nick slowly crept his hand towards Francis’ thigh, slipping his fingers close to his groin.

Francis didn’t say a word, realizing what Nick was doing. He felt his boyfriend’s hand slide over the head of his penis, which throbbed through his tight pants. Nick worked his tip, massing the large hunk of meat and then made his way down. He could feel the bulging veins running along the length of his thick tool, pulsating with each heartbeat. His penis was warm and hard, jumping and twitching each time Nick moved his fingers over it.

“Ugh, fuck,” he said, sighing out in disbelief. He’d been horny for so long and now that he had Nick, he was stuck here, unable to take him the way he wanted—the way they both wanted. He clenched his fists, curling his toes as Nick massaged him, going down the length of his shaft and then circling back up, focusing on his wet, slippery head.

Nick grinned at him, wondering how far he could tease Francis before he’d beg to stop. Nick continued squeezing and stroking his engorged, veinous cock, milking his shaft to the point of exhaustion. His hand was getting tired and he also didn’t want to chafe his boyfriend’s dick with the cloth of his pants. That gave him an even riskier idea.

His hand reached to the waist of Francis’ pants. Nick quietly undid his belt, and then moved onto his zipper and upper button. Francis took in a huge breath of air, not sure if he wanted this to continue or if they had to stop before someone spotted them.

“Unnhhh…” he whispered. His voice was barely audible as Nick entered his pants, pushing into his thicket of dark, long pubes and reaching down to the base of his dick. With eagerness across his face, Nick used his fingers to grab onto the man’s dick, circling it’s wide girth so that he had the base of his penis in his fist. It was blazing hot, swollen with blood and desire, desperate to enter Nick and mutilate his insides. Francis was more horny than he’d ever been before, and his need to be with Nick was overwhelming his entire body: his pecs twitched, his arms fidgeted, his legs shook and his erect dick was trembling with anticipation.

Nick used his fist to draw out Francis’ dick, pulling it from the leg of his pants as if it were a large python. He brought it to the crotch of the man’s pants, where Nick could stroke all of it without having to reach in so deep. His boyfriend’s cock was wet with pre-cum, smooth with sweat and long pubic hair. The veins were still popping, shaking in his grasp as Nick worked his wood.

“Mmmmm… fuuckkkk, baby…”

Nick smiled, grinning as he reached his arm further down. “You’re so fucking hard,” he whispered back.

Francis nodded, his eyes closed and his mouth wide open—almost drooling—as Nick pulled the foreskin over his glans, playing with it by inserting a finger through the tip. He bit his lower lip, almost jumping as Nick touched him. His soft fingers shot twinges of ecstasy and extreme pleasure through his large slab of meat and up into his body. More pre-cum squirted from his tip, but Nick caught it in his hand. Then he brought it up to his face, letting go of the man’s penis for a second, and stared right at Francis as he licked up all of his cum with one stroke of his tongue.

Nick licked his hand clean, even getting his finger tips wet, and then went back down on him, grabbing his shaft. Francis was so turned on by this display that his nipples had gotten fully hard, and he even jizzed himself a little. Once he felt his dick in Nick’s hand again, he threw his head back and sighed in euphoria as the sensations came rushing back. Nick pulled and pushed on his tool, working his dick in different ways and directions until Francis could take no more.

“Uhhnnn!” he whimpered, his voice barely muffled by the loud shuffling noises of the church as they got up to their feet, flipping through the hymn-book to sing the next song. Had he moaned a few seconds earlier, everyone would have heard him.

Nick slowly got to his feet, taking his hand out of Francis’ pants while he himself quickly got up. He shoved his dick back inside, stuffing his balls down too, and then zipped himself, while Nick helped with the button and belt. They stood there like idiots, eyeing and laughing at each other while Francis awkwardly muttered a few words to the song. His voice cracked and jumped as the last veins of pleasure in his body subsided. Finally, he knew he could not wait any longer. His hard cock was threatening to burst out of his pants and his heart was pumping quickly. He couldn’t wait for another hour or so—he needed to fuck Nick right then and there.

“C’mon,” he said, shuffling out of the pew. Being so far back, no one even took notice as he quietly slipped out.

“What’s wrong?” Nick mouthed.

Francis took him by his hand, his dick still hard in his pants and threatening to let loose a large load if he didn’t do something about it. “Follow me,” he said, taking command of him. Nick didn’t resist, turned on by his sudden display of force. He quickly followed after him, going down a side door to the church and running down a flight of stairs.

“What’s happening—where are we going?”

Francis hesitated, making sure they were alone in the dark stairway. Then, he leaned in close to Nick and took his entire body into his grasp, kissing him passionately. He held him hard, his own cock pressing against Nick’s crotch as they made out. He grabbed Nick’s ass, squeezing it with his fist while Nick pressed his hands on Francis’ pec. Eventually he let go and looked at Nick, his eyes full of excitement. “I wanna fuck you, Nick. I can’t wait anymore. I need you right now.”

Nick grinned, unable to contain his excitement. “I can’t wait either. I want you inside me. And I want you to be rough.”

It took all of his strength to hold himself back. Hearing Nick say those words made his cock even harder and his muscles swelled with blood at the thought of making love to him. He barely controlled himself, taking a few moments to regain his senses. He was a horny young man, testosterone coursing through his body and he hadn’t had sex in a long while. He wanted Nick more than anything.

“Downstairs, in the basement. That’s where the food will be. The kitchen might be a bit busy but there’s a stage at the back. No one goes around there and there’s a bunch of curtains. There might be a table still there and a few props. The local school does plays and stuff down there but school’s almost over now.”

“I don’t care. As long as you’re fucking me, I don’t give a shit where we are.”

He nodded, eager to taste Nick, to feel his warm, soft skin against his lips. Smiling, he met Nick’s gaze and led him away. “Alright, babe. C’mon. There’s a stage door down here… no one will see us go in.”

Nick followed, coming to the end of the steps until they made it to a large plain door. Francis jiggled the knob but it was locked. However, he smirked and lifted the door slightly by holding onto the wobbly knob. He shook it a little more while it was raised and then the door gave way, swinging wide open.

“How did you know to do that?” Nick asked him.

“I used to go to the middle school nearby. I might have been a wise man or a reindeer in some of their Christmas productions,” Francis muttered, a bit embarrassed.

Nick smiled at him, surprised that Francis had told him that. “There’s gotta be a home video of that somewhere.”

Francis lead him inside. “I hope not.”

Nick loved the feeling of Francis holding him by his hand, taking him to wherever he wanted. Together, they crept into the darkness of prop-room, filled with half-made sets and large racks of costumes. Francis led him further in, taking him to the back part of the stage. It was lighter here, for there was some light filtering through the rings above the curtains and the rest of the basement lights beyond that were on full.

There was a metal table against the back wall, and several chairs lying around.

“Sometimes I used to hang out down here with friends during church. Looks like a few school kids still do that.”

“What if they catch us?”

Francis finally took hold of Nick, embracing his body and using his fingers to clench onto him, digging into his skin and grabbing every bit of him he could. His mouth was close to Nick’s and he breathed heavily against his lips, eager to taste him. “We’d never come down here on a weekend—our parents would keep watch of us. We only snuck down here during school.”

“So… we’re all alone?”

Francis nodded, bitting his lower lip, pressing his crotch against Nick’s. He wanted him.

Nick kissed him, wrapping his arms around Francis’ shoulders. Francis took him forcefully, taking his mouth into his and pressing the small of Nick’s back closer to his abdomen. He felt the teenager’s dick stir. Slowly, as they continued to make out, Francis moved his big, rough hands down Nick’s back and to his ass, slowly lifting the boy’s leg and guiding it to the side of his torso. The boy’s member rose up to meet him and Francis sighed out in pleasure. He loved to know that Nick was desperate for him.

“Mmmm, uhnn…” Nick moaned, feeling the man take hold of his body, taking what was him and controlling the sensations that ran through him. He belonged to Francis, nobody else, and he needed him to know.

“Fuck me,” Nick whimpered, his mouth barely getting out the words as the man’s strong hands held him there, wrapped against his own body. “Take me.”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you so bad,” Francis grunted, his arms leading Nick’s both legs to his waist. “Get on me,” he told him, taking the boy’s ass onto his arms.

The teenager obeyed, wrapping his legs around Francis’ back while his arms clung to his neck and shoulders. The man picked him up with ease, walking towards the wall. The bulge in his pants was throbbing wildly with anticipation, and the veins in his arms pumped hard with blood.

“I want you,” Nick told him, whispering into his ear as his boyfriend stole kisses down his neck and onto the beginning of his chest. “More than anything. I want you inside me.”

“I can’t control myself, Nick. Once I have you, I won’t be able to control what I do. I don’t want it to be rough for you, but I can’t help it.”

Nick grunted as the man pinned him against the wall. He kept Nick upright and off of his feet, while his huge arms snaked from underneath his ass to the pits of his knees, hooking him in his grip. He could feel Francis’ cock pulsing against his body, and his legs seemed to be trembling, desperate to take him.

“Take me. Do what you want with me—be rough. I want to make you cum inside me. Fill me with your seed, Francis. I’m yours.”

“You’re mine. Only mine, baby. And I’m yours.”

Nick nodded, his eyes closed as he began to unbutton Francis’ shirt. “You’re mine.”

Francis pushed his crotch up underneath him and let go, able to keep up against the wall with the strength of his massive legs. Then, he took both hands and undid his belt. He threw it aside and ripped Nick’s pants wide open, not caring if he broke his zipper or ripped the button off. Nick laughed in pleasure, his nipples hard at his display of force.

Francis looked down at Nick’s open trousers, revealing the wet, hard-on sticking up through his briefs. Then, Francis’ hands swept up his happy trail, through his shirt, up his abs and to his chest, where he squeezed Nick’s soft pecs and felt him squirm beneath him.

Nick gave up on undoing Francis’ shirt and let the man take over. Francis grinned, pulling Nick’s trousers off his legs, slipping his shoes off and then ridding him of his underwear. From the waist down, Nick was now buck nude. Nick held onto Francis, feeling the jock undo his zipper and belt just enough to get his cock out to freedom. He pushed his pants down to below his balls and drew out his massive tool. It bumped against Nick’s ass, dripping with pre-cum. It red-hot with testosterone and eager blood from his muscles.

Francis rubbed his hands across Nick’s soft thighs, then moved his finger up to his spot of pleasure. It was pink and hairless, puckering with the excitement of being entered. Nick squealed as Francis touched him there, probing his hole with his two large fingers. His pants began to fall to his knees as he positioned himself. Then, his fingers entered him, making the boy jump.

The hard, dry fingers reached up into him. Nick could tell that Francis was determined to have him, and he was readying his hole for the taking. But he wanted Nick to enjoy himself, more than anything, and feeling the boy shudder and writhe within his grasp was just as satisfying to the jock as unloading himself into the teenager’s loins.

Francis slow pulled his fingers back out and put them to his mouth, covering them in saliva before he snaked his hand back around Nick’s ass, filling him once more. Nick sighed in pleasure this time, his stomach churning and his heart beating wildly. His penis was fully erect now, pressed hard against Francis’ shirt and hairy six-pack of abs. He convulsed over the man’s arms and underneath his chest, euphoria surging through his limbs and satisfaction emanating from his anal cavity as the man fingered him vigorously.

“Uhhnnn…” Nick groaned, feeling Francis’ big fingers enter him, filling him up until they were as far in as he could reach. There were four fingers inside him now, wiggling around and prodding his prostate. Francis watched in pleasure as Nick’s face twisted and his mouth opened to whisper the man’s name.

“Francis… that feels soo good.”

“I want you to feel it, babe. How much I want you.” Francis muttered, his mouth still against Nick’s as they held onto each other. Francis took his fingers in and out, making the twink shake as his back was pressed against the wall. The man’s cock was pushed up against Nick’s upper thigh, near his ass, teasing him beyond measure.

Nick’s nipples were hard and his chest rose and fell quickly, sighing in ecstasy as the thick fingers dug deep into him. He had never been this horny before in his life, and never before had he wanted to fuck someone as much as he craved for it in that moment. He yearned for the man’s cock; pining for his rough, daring lover to ravage him. When Francis came over him, he kissed Nick again and then pushed his shirt up to his neck. He sucked on his chest, using his tongue to flick his nipples. His fingers went in even further, and Nick let out a squeal.

“Yeah, you like that, baby?”

Nick may have nodded in response, but his closed eyes and look of impatience said a lot more to him. “I need you. I need your big fucking cock, Francis. Just put it inside me.” He wanted Francis to make love to him in the nastiest way—to shoot his hot spunk inside his hole and all over his body. Nick’s pink hole puckered and clenched, begging to be fucked by the jock’s firm, rigid cock.

“Are you sure? I… I don’t think I can last long, Nick. I’m so fucking horny.”

“I just need you to fuck me, Francis. I don’t care how long it lasts. Cum inside me. I want to feel it fill me.”

“No condom?”

Nick nodded.

“A-are you sure? It won’t hurt you?”

He shook his head. “No. I want to feel all of you.”

Francis grinned. “So do I.” He rubbed his stubbly face against Nick’s cheek, feeling his warmth. He then let out his fingers, taking hold of his dick instead as he lead it to the boy’s hole.

“Fuck… I need your tight little cunt, Nick. I’ve wanted it for so long.”

“Take it, daddy. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Francis nodded, pushing his throbbing member down with his thumb so that it reached the puckering asshole. Then, as he retracted his foreskin and began to insert his cock into Nick, the teenager wailed as Francis cried out as the sensation overwhelmed him.

“Uhhhnnn! Fuck!” Nick could feel the hard, smooth head explore his entrance. Then, the veiny schlong expanded his hole and thrusted itself inside of him, spewing salty pre-cum and lubing up his hole.

“Fuuuuuckkk…” Francis moaned, watching Nick react to his sighs of pleasure. “You feel that babe?”

Nick bit his lip as he smiled.

“My cock is so fucking hard for you, baby. You feel so good.” He lifted his shirt a bit, letting his pubes rub the underside of Nick’s body. The two of them were so horny that they both still had their shirts on, not bothering to take them off. In fact, Francis’ pants were still at his ankles.

“Fuck me hard. I want you so badly.”

“Oh shit, Nick. You feel fucking amazing on my cock.”

Nick closed his eyes and laid his head against Francis’ shoulder, letting the man mutilate him. “Ohhh fuckk…” He used his hands to cling onto his body, making it easier for Francis as his eight and half inches of erect, scorching meat penetrated his asshole.

“Ffffuuckk…” Francis moaned, finally putting all of himself into Nick. His groin was pressed against the teenager’s ass and his long pubes tickled Nick’s nuts. Nick looked up at Francis and smiled, rubbing himself against Francis’ herculean body. He felt up his rigid abs and large, bulging pecs. His biceps flexed and his veins popped as Francis clenched onto Nick’s waist, pushing himself deeper inside the meaty ass and keeping Nick’s body hard against the wall of the stage.

“You’re so hard…” Nick said, feeling the massive boner tremble inside of his anus as well as the toned, protruding muscles on his body. Nick’s legs shook as Francis piled himself into his ass, snaking his big hands up Nick’s sides.

“I want you more than anything,” Francis muttered, biting his lower lip as he began to pull himself back out. From what Nick could see of his cock, the skin was pulled all the way behind his huge, red head, and his shaft was covered in massive veins that gushed with his warm blood. He licked his lips, sliding himself out of the teenager’s ass and spat on his pole, trying to make the next thrust easier.

“Uhhnn! Fuck me hard…”

Francis began the fucking. He drove himself into Nick’s hole, slapping his groin into the twink’s ass. Nick let out a loud moan, feeling the thick meat invade his body and begin expanding his anus. Francis withdrew most of his dick and thrusted again, pumping himself in and out of the boy’s tight, wet asshole.

“Oh fuck! Jesus!” Nick wailed. He felt the jock continually impale him, finally letting go of his senses and letting his primitive instincts take over. The man’s loose, heavy balls flung themselves into his ass, making loud noises. And with each thrust of Francis’ waist, Nick’s whole body jumped up against the wall, while the stud’s arms still hooked underneath his knees. Pressed against the end of the stage, it didn’t take much to keep him upright, but the man’s biceps still bulged with intensity. Nick felt the stud’s huge, meaty pecs push against his body, driving into with with each pumping motion. Francis was lifting the boy up as he fucked him, humping Nick’s tight pink ass.

“Yeah, Francis! Just like that! Don’t stop!”

“Uggghhhh!” Francis grunted. His primal desire to breed the boy possessed him. He drilled Nick’s anus, leaking hot, premature semen into his opening. Francis impaled him, tapping his ass with short, deep thrusts and grabbing onto the twink’s thighs to keep him up. Meanwhile, Nick was holding onto Francis’ shoulders for support, trying to feel more and more of the jock’s thick, veinous shaft as it busted his ass wide open.

Francis’ hot penis was wet with the sweat rolling off both their bodies, as well as the juices of Nick’s ass, and the hunk’s pre-cum. His head was larger than ever, pulsing deep inside of Nick’s anus and warming him up. He pushed himself deeper, pulling his foreskin back more than it could handle. It hurt Francis as much as it hurt Nick to be penetrated, but Francis didn’t care. He was desperate to fuck Nick—to be with the boy he loved and to fill him with his manliness, and eventually, his seed.

“You okay?” Francis asked, whispering to Nick as he lumbered over his body, still recklessly drilling his hole with his hard, meaty shaft.

“Yes, Francis,” he giggled back, his face full of happiness. “I love this.”

Francis carefully picked Nick up from his armpits, trying to be gentle with him, and told him to wrap his arms around his neck. The teenager did as Francis told him and then spread his legs around his waist, feeling his round, plump ass with his toes. It was a soft, hairless butt that was as warm as the rest of his body. As Nick clung onto Francis, the stud thrusted himself back into Nick, reaching deeper than before as he cupped the twink’s ass and grabbed hard onto his fleshy cheeks. He stood there, away from the wall, pumping himself even harder into his body. He supported Nick all on his own as he fucked him wildly through the air.

“Oh shit, Francis!”

“Fuckkkk… I’m deep inside of you, baby. Can you feel that?”

“Yeahh daddy. You’re close.”

He nodded, his face rubbing against Nick’s. “I’m close, and you’re taking me there. Hold on, babe.”

As Nick clung to his body, he felt the raging cock dig its way further up his anal cavity, the shaft rubbing hard against his prostate. One of Francis’ veins pulsed right where Nick’s g-spot was, and the teenager could feel the stud’s heart beating through his penis. It shot out more pre-cum, making his hole sticky and warming his flesh.

Nick’s balls rubbed on Francis’ long pubes and his dick was lost in the thicket of his happy trail. His abs were being poked by the stud’s erect nipples and round pecs, while his massive arms shook like two veiny dicks that clung onto Nick’s legs, holding him down as Francis pushed himself into him.

“Oh fuuckkkk…” Nick whispered, feeling the cock leave his hole and then drive itself back up inside him again.

“I’m so fucking horny,” Francis said, his voice shaky as his breath reached Nick’s face. He held the teenager down on his cock and then began to plough him hard and fast. “I’m horny for you.”

Nick was yelling as the erect penis invaded his fleshy hole and stabbed up into him, hitting what he thought was his bladder. It pierced him like a large, meaty weapon. Francis’ member continued to spew out more jizz, impregnating Nick’s body. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Nick screamed, feeling the stud’s loose, heavy balls jump up and down through the air, slapping Francis’ thighs and then whipping back up to meet Nick’s ass. His moans were mostly muffled by Francis, who had his whole face against Nick’s. The boy pressed his mouth into the man’s shoulders, hoping to keep their primal love-making a secret.

The pain of Francis’ nuts colliding was both pleasure and pain. As their most sensitive parts touched, it sent chills up Francis’ arched spine and to Nick, the texture of his balls was erotic. But the speed and momentum at which they hit Nick shot pain through Francis’ body and deep into his groin. Combined with the hot, fleshy tunnel that completely engulfed the throbbing cock between Francis’ legs, they were both over the tipping point.

Francis repeatedly ploughed his member into Nick’s cunt, stabbing his body and putting as much of himself inside as he could. Nick’s shouts of pain were still muffled as he dug his face into the man’s shoulders. The sound of Francis’ balls slapping Nick’s ass was just as loud, however, and drowned out a lot of their other noises.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” Francis said, still holding onto Nick’s body with full force. He talked into Nick’s neck, then repeated his words when his lips met the boy’s ears. The pleasure of the soft, warm hole around his manhood was too great for him to stop. He was too far gone, and he needed to get his nut.

“Do it. I need it.”

“Uhhn, uhhn, uhhnn!” Francis grunted, shoving his dick deeper and deeper into the teenager. Nick moaned and writhed in Francis’ arms as the stud fucked him in the air, humping him like a horny caveman, desperate to plough a hole with his gargantuan, manly cock.

“Fuck!” Nick said, clenching his teeth. Francis keep his arms hooked under Nick’s legs while the teenager clung to his body. Francis’ hands still reached Nick’s ass and guided the tight hole up and down his shaft, while simultaneously fucking Nick’s anus like his dick was the piston to a hydraulic pump.

“Uhhhhnnnn! Shit!”

“Fuck!” Francis exclaimed, suddenly slowing down and trying to catch his breath. “I’m gonna cum, baby. I can’t take it anymore.” His legs jerked and his balls hurt even more now from slapping against his thighs and Nick’s ass.

“I can feel it,” Nick told him, feeling the big, hardened member plough his insides and fill him up with salty spunk. Their faces collided as they spoke, kissing any part of skin their mouths could find. “Fill me, Francis.”

Then, Francis’ pace quickened again. He tightened his grip on Nick’s legs, thrusting himself deep into Nick’s ass at amazing speed. He held Nick against his body, while the teenager kept a firm hold around the man’s neck, feeling him take the both of them to a new place.

Francis was fucking his ass wildly, slapping his groin into Nick’s hole like the horny man he was. He grunted and huffed hot hair, unable to speak as he bred Nick’s hole. Then, finally, Nick felt the jock’s balls jerk against his skin and his whole body became tense, his penis turning into a vibrating pole of muscle.

Francis pushed deep, up into Nick, squishing his whole body against his own. He let out a low but loud moan, mostly muffled by kissing Nick’s mouth so hard. Francis closed his eyes as the feeling took over his entire body. Spurts of cum escaped his cock head, and he slowly fucked his boyfriend, his wagging boner still pointing upwards inside his lover. Huge, powerful pumps of hot cum filled Nick’s ass, bubbling and oozing. Francis kept thrusting, his thick hairy legs pressed against Nick and his hard nipples digging into Nick’s abs. He kept the teenager’s ass on his cock, and he kept clinging onto his legs, fucking slowly and deeply.

Another huge wad of sperm lurched from Francis’ balls and shot through his fat penis, still inside of Nick’s hole. Francis yelled in pleasure, thrusting his crotch hard against Nick’s ass and splurging his hot cum all over his insides. He humped Nick’s waist over and over, his dick shaking as more and more sperm exploded out of his tip.

“Fuuckkkk…” Nick whimpered, feeling the scorching hot liquid fill his body, along with the throbbing pole of meat still pumping itself into his aching hole.

His semen filled Nick’s body, squirting all over the place with each thrust. It dripped down Francis’ balls, down his hairy thighs, and it leaked from Nick’s hole, covering his taint and tickling his scrotum as it made it way down his loose sack of nuts. Then, when Francis began to slow down, Nick could feel the liquid ooze out of him even more. But he clenched himself, trying to keep it inside while Francis held onto him, their mouths locked in embrace and their bare legs brushing up against the other.

Francis kept Nick up, wrapping his arms around the twink’s legs and waist and pressing his torso hard against the teenager’s own. He kept humping him, gripping him tight and pushing himself deeper and deeper into his clenching hole.

“I needed that so badly,” Francis told him, putting the boy’s back against the wall so that he could ease his arms out from underneath his legs. “I needed you.”

Nick smiled, wrapping his legs back around his torso, so that his toes could feel the crack of his ass. He rubbed his feet down his cheeks, making Francis grin. “I missed you the most while I was gone. There’s no one out there like you.”

Francis smiled, kissing him again and finally withdrawing himself from Nick’s hole. He noticed that Nick had not yet cum, but he was happy with that fact. It meant he could finally taste Nick for the first time.

“You’re still hard,” Francis said.

“As a rock.”

Francis’ tough abs rippled and he slipped his pants off his ankles, walking over to the smooth table nearby and carrying his boyfriend there. He lay Nick gently onto it, still facing up so they could see each other.

“I want to blow you,” Francis said, feeling himself stir again just at the thought.

Nick’s cock jumped as he heard Francis say those words. “W-what?”

“I want to suck your dick,” he said plainly, slurring his lips in an erotic fashion. He already began throwing his shirt off, ripping it off his hard, sweaty pecs and revealing to him his erect nipples and drenched, hairy abs. “And I want you to cum for me. I want to swallow every bit of you.”

Nick was beyond surprised. He hadn’t expected Francis to ever return the favour—at least not so soon. Was he really ready to try something like that?

“F-Francis… are you sure? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. There’s no pressure. Just because your my boyfriend—”

“I want to, Nick. I’ve been meaning to do it for a while but… I didn’t want you to think I was gay or anything. That doesn’t matter now.”

“You… really want to blow me?”

“Yes. More than anything. I want to know how you taste. I want to feel you inside my mouth… you legs around my head… your balls beneath my chin…” Francis’ hands snaked down to Nick’s crotch, gently rubbing his testicles and taint while the stud still had his body over him. Their faces were close, and with his other hand, Francis unbuttoned Nick’s shirt with expertise, revealing his bare chest and hard, eager nipples.

“Uhhnnn… Francis…”

“I want to feel the head of your cock on my tongue, your body squirming as I take you… your moans, your whimpers…”

“Mmmm…”

His head ran down his body, kissing his nipples, sucking on them for a while until he went down to Nick’s abs. He licked them eagerly, reaching to his pubes before his stubbled face grazed the base of Nick’s erection.

“I can’t hold it for long, though…” Nick moaned, watching as his boyfriend slid in-between his legs, pushing his thighs apart to expose his hard dick.

“Doesn’t matter,” he mumbled, staring at the boy’s beautiful cock. It was almost seven inches, and was pretty thick too. His penis was warm and pink, engorged with blood and covered in veins of its own. It was amazing for Francis to finally get a proper, first-hand look at another dude’s penis, especially since it belonged to the person he loved.

“Are you alright?” Francis asked him.

“Y-yeah” he muttered, closing his eyes trying to relax his body. He was almost as nervous as Francis, but mostly, he didn’t want to unleash his load too soon. He looked at Francis’ pink, eager face with hesitation. Were they ready for this?

Francis’ hand was over his boner and he put two fingers around his base, feeling his head with his other hand and stroking his shaft.

“Uhnnn…” Nick whispered, not used to having someone else touch his dick. Francis then put his lips to the tip, massaging the foreskin of his head and using his mouth to suck out all the pre-cum that waited inside his shaft.

“Is that okay?” Francis asked, in-between licks and kisses.

Nick nodded, unable to breath. His muscles went numb and his head pounded with pleasure. It felt like heat was spreading through his body, starting at his dick and reaching up into his abs and hard nipples. Then, Francis put his whole mouth over his shaft and wrapped his tongue around the base.

“Uhnnnn, Francis…!”

Francis smiled as he sucked Nick’s cock, widening his mouth as his tongue rolled over his boyfriend’s pulsing veins and trembling flesh. His cock tasted sweet and salty, and despite being covered in a film of sweat, it smelled like fruity shampoo and body wash, mixed with Nick’s personal scent of sweat and sex. To Francis, it smelled better than anything else in the world.

The stud used his big hands to massage the boy’s thighs, feeling him up and down as he moved his manly lips all across his shaft and head. He took all of Nick in, gagging every so often, which filled Nick up with pride and ecstasy. While he blew Nick, the stud’s own body stiffened. But he focused on Nick instead, licking up any sperm that fell out of his tip. He pulled down his foreskin and lapped at his piss-slit like an animal, slurping up whatever came out of him.

“Oh God… you’re fucking amazing, Francis…”

He smiled as he took the boy’s cock in his mouth, plunging himself even deeper and digging his nose into Nick’s pubes. He played with his balls, holding them firmly between his fingers and rubbing them slowly, taking in the twink’s movements as he writhed and jumped on the table, sighing out in pleasure and moaning the man’s name.

“Ohhh shit! Oh shit! Fuck…” Nick whispered, his voice barely audible as Francis’ mouth drained him of his energy. His hips bucked again, thrusting himself into the man’s mouth as he felt his cock shake and tremble, reacting violently to every bit of Francis’ tongue.

Francis’ eyes burned and his throat felt like it was on fire as he downed himself on the teenager’s pulsing cock. He could feel the boy spilling his seed inside of him, and it urged him on. It tasted even better than he imagined, especially since it was fresh from his fat dick. Francis’ tongue rolled against the throbbing vein of the thick shaft, and he swallowed the semen that burst out from the big pink tip.

The man’s nose and face slammed hard into Nick’s hairy groin. Francis could see the boy’s arms flexing hard as he swept his hands through the man’s hair, feeling his face against his groin. Feeling the jock’s big, rough hands on his soft thighs and firm ass made his boner swell up even more.

“Francis, I can’t hold it back for much longer,” he moaned, grasping at the table and trying to control himself.

“Mmhmm…” Francis answered, eager to taste his boyfriend’s sperm. He licked up the salty ejaculate that silently poured out of his tip and then used his tongue to tickle his piss-slit. “Cum for me, then. I wanna taste you.”

“Oh god… Francis! I’m gonna cum!”

“Mmm, do it,” Francis mumbled, feeling the boy’s cock jerk and his balls shake against his thighs.

“Uhhhnnn! Francis, oh shit!”

“Mmmm, I’m right here, baby…” he replied, taking in the teenager’s cock again and waiting for it to erupt.

When it did, Nick’s whole waist bucked, and he shoved his dick into Francis’ mouth. Watery spurts of cum shot out of his tip, filling his boyfriend’s mouth and running down his chin and hard, hairy chest. Nick sighed out weakly, collapsing onto the table as his dick exploded, and then, he felt Francis continue to suck on him, licking up his cum and swallowing everything that leaked out of him.

“Uhhhnnnn… Francis…” Nick moaned, unable to believe that he’d just came into the stud’s mouth. It was something he’d never even dreamt of.

“I’m here,” Francis smiled, wiping Nick’s cum off his lips and swallowing the last bit that lingered. He rubbed his rough, heavy hands over Nick’s naked thighs and put his body on top of his. “You taste amazing, babe.”

Nick gave him a dopey smile, still shuddering after the last drops of spunk leaked out of his dick. “Thank you. You did an amazing job,” he whispered back, feeling his boyfriend embrace his body. He still felt weak, but the warmth of the jock’s body made everything better. “The best I’ve ever had.”

Francis’ lips was awfully close to his, and for a moment, as he teased a kiss, Nick felt something warm prod his balls.

“Are you… hard?” Nick asked, looking down at the man’s groin. He spotted the stud’s dick, fully erect once more and leaking long lines of pre-cum. His foreskin was almost pushed back and the red bulb of his cock looked ready to ravage something.

“Uh, yeah. Couldn’t help myself.”

Nick smothered with a kiss, unable to believe that sucking a dick—Nick’s dick—had managed to turn Francis on like that. He felt so close to him in that moment.

“Did I turn you on?” Nick asked him, grinning as Francis came in to kiss him. His hot, sweaty mouth smothered his lips, then reached down his chin and strayed to his neck and shoulders.

“Very much. I’m glad I could get you off. God knows you’ve deserved after all the times you’ve done me.”

He smiled back, feeling the man’s low, horny whispers against his skin. He kissed him back, then pulled him closer, reaching down with his hands so he could feel Francis’ back and ass. They were both naked, their bodies overtop one another and Nick could feel every part of Francis’ body twitching and shaking in anticipation. He could feel the man’s desire to enter him, and the desperation in his lips. The seductive movement of his hands and the grazing of his testicles against his readied Nick to service his boyfriend again.

“You can fuck me if you want to,” Nick told him. “You don’t need to ask—you don’t have to be afraid of me. I want you.”

Francis was embarrassed, and he smiled awkwardly while he looked down at Nick’s pecs. “I didn’t want to force you to do anything if you weren’t… horny.”

“I’m almost always horny, Francis. I want you. Again. All day, if we could.”

“A-are you sure? Aren’t you sore? Does it hurt?”

He nodded gently. “A little, but… what I feel when I’m with is a hundred times better than any of the pain afterwards.”

“I… don’t want to hurt you, Nick. Or act entitled or anything. And I don’t want you to feel as though you owe me sex just because we’re together.”

Nick put his hands to his shoulders and then to his neck, pulling him closer to him. Their faces touched, and their lips met again as Nick spoke. “You don’t have to be afraid when you’re with me. And I don’t want to feel that way when I’m with you, either. If we’re going to keep this a secret from everyone, we’ll already be lying enough and we’ll have to act a certain way for who knows how long. But when we’re together, I don’t want to have go through any of that. We need to be honest with each other. It might be a little rocky at first but… give it a week or so, and I swear things will be normal. Okay?”

Francis nodded, holding Nick by his hips, and snaking his hands down to his bare, hairless thighs. “Okay.”

He licked Francis’ lips, making both of them giggle.

“So then… do you wanna fuck?” Francis asked him.

Nick nodded back, closing his eyes as he felt the man grasp his waist. “Yes, please.”

His head already began to move down to Nick’s crotch. “First… I wanna lube you up.”

He pushed his hands though the man’s curly brown hair. “I can still feel your seed inside me.”

“Well then, I’ve got some cleaning up to do, don’t I?”

Nick’s answer was lost as he let out a low moan, surprised by how quickly he moved. Already, Francis pushed Nick’s legs apart, sliding him closer to the end of the table and pushing his thighs into the air to expose his hot, puckering hole. His rough, stubbly face immediately dug itself into his ass, his nose buried into his taint while his forehead made contact with Nick’s balls, and his lips lapped the juices from his crack.

“Ohhh God!” he whined, feeling the stud work his tongue on his hole, gently forcing himself into the entrance and flicking vigorously across the walls of his insides.

Nick lifted his legs up higher as he lay on his back, giving Francis more to work with as the man got down on his knees for him. His face pressed itself close to Nick’s ass, while his big hands spanked his cheeks.

“Uhhnn!” Nick moaned, feeling the jock’s big, rough hands smack against his perky butt, turning his cheeks pink.

Nick could feel Francis grin and then he spanked him again. Despite being eaten out before, Nick was surprised by the amazing sensation. The warm, soft and slimy tongue that invaded his puckering, pink hole was beyond words, and Nick’s whole stomach felt like it was about to flip on itself, overwhelmed by the euphoric tenderness of Francis’ mouth.

Francis not only licked up whatever remains of his own cum still lingered, but he loved the taste of Nick’s sweat on his body, created by their intense friction and movement together. It was there as a result of their love-making, and to take those fluids into his mouth brought him even closer to the teenager.

Nick moaned loudly in pleasure, grasping at his boyfriend’s shoulders and back as he spread his ass apart, digging even deeper. The stud was licking Nick’s asshole, slathering his smooth crack with spit and taking in the tastes of his little boy pussy.

“Ohh shit!” Nick whined, feeling the fat, rough tongue probe his hole, pushing deeper into his anus and tickling his cavity. “Oh god!”

“You’re my favourite flavour…” Francis hummed, his deep voice making Nick’s hole body vibrate. It was the sweetest, most intense pleasure he’d ever felt, second maybe only to the mouth he’d had on his cock only five minutes ago.

“You’re so amazing,” Nick murmured, his words all slurred together with his moans. He writhed on the table as the hunk’s tongue lapped at the juices of his ass, tasting his most intimate and sensitive parts. Nick’s asshole and taint were the most delicate regions of his body, and it was a feeling of extreme satisfaction to know that Francis was using his tongue to massage his hole and lick his dirtiest, deepest parts of him.

The warm tongue and spit penetrated his asshole and as Francis licked and kissed it, Nick felt his balls twitch in pleasure, and his dick gave a violent jerk. It was a feeling he’d never expected in his life. “That’s so good…” he mumbled, more pre-cum dripping loosely from his head like a leaky faucet.

“Mmmm…” Francis groaned. “You taste good. And you’re all wet.”

“I’m wet for you, Francis,” Nick murmured, feeling his asshole throb as he imagined the stud going inside him with his large, rigid member. His tongue had lathered and loosened him up, and now Nick was ready for it. “Fuck me, Francis. I want you inside me,” Nick asked, desperate to feel his huge member up his ass again, deeper than it had ever gone before. “Put your big dick inside my hole.”

“You want it?” he asked, his face coming up from his hole.

Nick nodded, biting his lower lip and looking up at him with doleful eyes. He brought his knees down to his chest and exposed his hole to him, begging to be fucked.

Francis’ whole cock jumped at the sight. He was rock-hard and a huge glob of pre-cum instantly fell from his head, splattering onto the floor.. Francis rubbed his cock a few times, easing it down as he pointed it at Nick’s quivering cheeks. Then, he grabbed Nick’s thighs with his arms and dragged him closer to his crotch, taking him for himself. His lower body was now pressed up against his wet, hairy abs and long pubes. He squeezed his cheeks, spreading them apart before he entered him.

“You’ve got a tight ass,” Francis said, grabbing one of Nick’s legs and pushing it up into the air. He was going to put his cock inside.

“My ass is yours. I belong to you.”

He nodded back, biting his lip and spanking the boy. “Yeah, you do.” Francis spit on his fingers and spread it over his bouncing tool, before covering Nick’s asshole too. Then, as Francis said, “I’m going inside you,” Nick felt himself tense up in excitement.

Just the tip had gone inside, and Nick moaned loudly. He grit his teeth and clenched his fist; he wanted it so badly, but the initial pain was a lot to handle. However, he felt his body letting its guard down as Francis’ low, soothing voice came, cracking occasionally as the pleasure swept through his member.

“Relax, relax, baby.” Francis calmed him down, rubbing Nick’s thigh. He was still lining himself up to Nick’s ass. “I’ll go slowly.” He kissed Nick’s leg, which was sticking up in the air, and rubbed him down again.

“Okay.” By now, Nick was leaking pools of pre-cum on his stomach. Francis shifted himself and looked back at him for approval. “Do it,” he answered.

Francis did it slowly. He gently pushed in another inch or so, waiting for Nick to tell him to go further. Nick grimaced once more, and then found himself realizing how stiff his body was against the table. He did as Francis said, to relax, and felt the pain ebb away. Francis felt the difference too.

Francis then put more of himself in. Feeling Nick’s warm, tight asshole around his cock felt like bliss, and it was hot to know that Nick wanted to be fucked just as much as Francis wanted to give it to him.

There were gasps of ecstasy escaping his lips, and he told Francis to go in all the way. It finally happened, as Francis ignored his own feelings and made sure Nick was alright.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” Nick breathed, his chest rising and falling. He loved the feeling of his boyfriend’s long, thick, swollen member throbbing inside him, embedded as far as it could go.

“Just fuck me, Francis. I need it.”

Francis pulled half of his cock out of Nick and then pushed back in. Nick moaned, feeling the thick, hotrod of meat expand his anus and slide forward, sending warmth through his body. Francis’ head hit his prostate as he did so, making his body shake.

“Fuckk, baby. I’m gonna fuck you up hard.”

“Do it. I’m your dirty little slut,” Nick barely muttered, his asshole twitching in pleasure.

Francis grinned at him, laughing at his desperation. “Yeah? You want this cock, baby?”

“Yes, Francis. Give it to me…” Nick smiled dreamily, looking up at the ceiling of the church in a haze.

Francis thrust forward again. The first few were still slow, as he held Nick’s legs against his bulging chest, and then they got harder, and quicker. Nick felt his asshole expand, and Francis got deeper and deeper inside of him, his shaft and pulsing vein hitting his prostate square on.

Eventually, Francis’ pubes brushed Nick’s ass, and his groin began to smack into him. He could feel his loose balls swing into him too and the table creaked under his fast movement.

Nick moaned again, saying Francis’ name. The jock grabbed onto his upper thighs and waist and started to rhythmically pump in and out of Nick, fucking him like they were both horny animals wanting to mate. Each downward thrust was met with a low moan from Nick, a sound of deep pleasure and pain. It was the best feeling he’d ever felt, and he got to share it with the man he loved most. The deeper Francis got, the more the table squeaked and the louder Nick moaned. Francis himself was grunting like an animal now, getting off on the sounds of sex and the feeling of hot flesh around his boner. His hair was whipping back, now all over his face.

“Ohh fuck! Yeah, just fuck the shit out of me,” Nick said, rubbing his own dick and feeling Francis’ huge body lumber over his. In a moment, Francis’ chest was digging into his body, his rippling abs on his stomach, and his big, muscular arms underneath Nick’s pits. He clung onto him, fucking him wildly now, moving his ass up and down while his big, beefy thighs held his ass in place. He put one of his legs up on the table, almost like he was crouching, right beside Nick’s shaking body. His other was still planted on the floor, but he himself was covering the boy’s entire body, as if he were shielding him. But Francis simply wanted to be close to Nick, feeling every vibration and sensation in both their bodies.

Nick’s arms were wrapped around the man’s broad back, digging his fingers into his hard muscles and then reaching back up to his massive arms and shoulders as the jock ploughed him vigourously. Francis was thrusting like a caveman, raw and full of testosterone. It was so wild, so savage and primitive, yet Francis was trying to be gentle, keeping Nick safe under his big arms and holding him like a lover.

“Oh yeah… fuck me! Fuck me, Francis!”

“You’re so tight Nick, it feels so fucckking good.”

“Yeah, daddy, just like that! Fuck me.”

Francis kept pumping, holding Nick beneath him and feeling the teenager’s dick twitch uncontrollably under his waist. Then, Francis put his face over Nick’s and locked his mouth in a kiss. He continued grabbing onto the the boy’s body to keep him planted on his cock while he pumped into him.

“Ohhhh, fuck…” the man murmured.

Francis was almost completely on the table, on top of Nick. Both the naked boys held onto each other, moaning widely as they both fucked. Nick’s bottom was underneath Francis’ powerful thighs, while his own legs were high up in the air—his knees pressed against his chest. Francis was still shoving his massive penis deeper into Nick’s hole, his balls bouncing up and down erratically.

“You’re the best fucker I’ve ever had,” Francis teased him.

Nick grinned, clenching his asshole around the man’s cock as he kept piercing his body with his manhood. While Francis thrusted into him, he moaned loudly, almost having came after the boy’s sudden tightness secured itself around his penis, claiming him for himself. Their faces brushed against each other and as Francis picked up the pace, Nick held onto the stud’s shoulders for support. His nipples were erect and dug into his legs, and each touch of Nick’s hands made the stud smile.

“Ughh fuck,” Francis muttered, his face turning more pink as sweat rolled down his face, dripping from his messy hair and landing onto Nick himself.

“Do you like that?” Nick said, barely able to form the words as the jock’s eight-and-half-inches of throbbing manhood filled up his anus and spurted pre-cum inside.

Francis grinned, holding onto Nick’s ass as he pumped his cock into Nick’s hole, stabbing his little cunt and feeling both their bodies grind on each other. “Yeah, babe. It’s fucking tight.”

Nick’s hard cock bounced up and down on his own abs, tickling his exposed head and giving Francis the satisfaction of knowing that he was showing the teenager a good time. As Nick’s balls smacked into Francis’ pubes, pain coursed through his body, though it was the kind of pain that Nick enjoyed. His nuts were soft on Francis’ washboard abs as the jock’s huge member drove itself inside of him. Feeling his balls tingle took Nick to another level.

Francis’ primitive fucking got harder, and he was trying hard to get the both of them off. He was latched on hard to Nick’s arms and waist, while Nick now clung to Francis’ back, almost in a hug. Francis’ head was placed against the boy’s pecs and shoulder, in-between his thighs as his legs bent over to reach his chest. Nick grinned as he felt the muscular man plough his ass like a machine and hold onto him for dear life. Being fucked by Francis’ body was intensely satisfying, especially when Nick’s cock was being massaged by the jock’s rigid abs.

“Ughh! Uggghh! Fuck!” Francis exclaimed, his lips moaning his pleasure into Nick’s ear, while his burly fingers dug into his meaty cheeks. There were red handprints all over Nick’s butt, and as Francis spanked him, more brighter ones appeared.

“Yeah! Spank me daddy!”

“Fuck, Nick! I’m almost there.”

Nick nodded, his hands still digging into Francis’ smooth, sweaty back. “Don’t stop. Keep going until you bust your nut. Don’t hold back…”

Francis did as he asked. His thrusting got more violent, and he slapped Nick’s ass even harder.

“UHN!” Nick cried, feeling the stud’s rough hands attack his fat ass. “Fuck yeah!”

Francis spanked him again, now grunting as he pulled Nick further onto his cock and began to jam even more of himself into Nick’s puckering, pink hole. Sweat rolled off their bodies and they both slid against one another, feeling their short, rapid breaths and the quickening beats of their hearts.

Then, as Francis spread his legs wide apart to allow his balls freedom, he fell against the boy’s body, his exhausted legs giving way. He climbed onto the table, both of them now on it, and placed his second leg on the other side of Nick, keeping the boy tight against his crotch. Somehow, despite his position and fatigue, Francis managed to ram his cock into Nick’s ass even harder, causing his nut sack to whip into Nick’s cheeks and his big, muscular thighs to pound him even more.

“Ohhh God, Francis, I’m gonna cum!” Nick yelled, feeling the jock’s hard legs underneath his butt.

“Yeahh, you gonna cum for me, baby?” Francis stared right into Nick’s eyes, who returned his gaze with a look of utmost satisfaction and desire.

“Yeeaahhh!” he replied, his voice cracking in pleasure. “Ooohhh shit! I’m gonna… FUCK!”

Nick’s asshole clenched tight on Francis’ huge dick, squeezing the life out of it and causing him to moan in pain. He’d never had anyone’s ass wring the cum out of his member this tight before, and he felt weak inside of Nick. “Oh fuck, Nick!”

“Uuuhhhnnnn, fuck!” Nick felt Francis’ huge, toned, muscular arms wrap tighter around him, and Francis’ own dick twitched uncontrollably beneath him as Nick took all of it. Francis felt Nick’s balls tighten and he knew they were both about to blow. As Nick took in a huge breathe of air, he felt a fiery surge of cum encompass his entire groin. His six inches shuddered with euphoria and his spunk exploded from his tip. It shot out at the both of them, covering their chests and abs, dripping across their sliding bodies as Francis continued to fuck the life out of Nick, going deeper and faster.

“Oh my god…” Nick mumbled, barely able to speak as a few last bursts of his seed dripped down his dick and fizzled out.

Francis was fucking him hard and fast, his thrusts shorter but still managing to reach the throbbing depths of Nick’s plump little ass. His breaths were laboured and raspy, as if Nick had sapped all of the energy out of him. Inside of him, Nick felt Francis’ cock give a violent series of jerks, and his testicles began to quiver. “Jesus, I’m gonna cum, Nick!”

Nick felt Francis withdraw his dick, sliding out from inside him holding his cock over his body. He was jacking himself off, ready to explode his content all over the both him with his hand.

Nick acted quickly. He pulled Francis over him and told him he wanted to taste the jock’s baby-makers. Without a second thought, Francis climbed over Nicks’ chest as the boy’s head reached up to take his member whole. Nick wrapped his mouth around the jock’s dick, using his tongue to massage his scorching hot cock-head. His hand wrapped around the bottom of the shaft, while his other caressed the man’s wet, naked thigh. He then began to force himself down on the swollen boner, waiting for it to erupt.

“FUCK!” Francis yelled, putting both his hands on his pecs and rubbing himself in exhaustion as Nick took him. The boy sucked him off for merely a second before Francis’ semen shot down inside his mouth. His cock jerked and his balls crumpled. Three powerful jets of his hot jock-spunk attacked the very back of Nick’s throat, burning his skin and filling him up. The thick fluid felt heavy and it tasted so good, sweet and salty at the same time.

Nick choked on his spunk, as two more shots escaped his slit and hit the roof of his mouth. Above him, Francis was wiggling and writhing in pleasure, unable to catch his breathe or even talk as the bliss of Nick’s mouth milked his cock of all sperm. He just felt Nick’s soft, curly hair between his fingers while he rubbed his head.

When Nick’s head came up from Francis’ crotch, a line of cum dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he smiled at Francis, swallowing everything with ease. He licked his lips in pleasure.

Francis wet, muscular body nearly fell off the table, and he instead got down onto the floor. He lay there on his back, his body sprawled as his muscles pulsed in exhausted, while he tried to catch his breath. Sweat dripped down him, along with Nick’s layer of cum. The teenager grinned, getting off the table too and laying overtop of Francis body on the floor. The jock held him close, kissing him hard and squeezing his body against his. He didn’t want to let go.

“That… was the best sex of my life. And the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” Francis said, proud of sharing it with Nick.

Nick smiled, looking at Francis’ red face. “Me too.”

Francis slid his hand up and down Nick’s wet back, feeling his bare body rise and fall with each breath. Their cocks were both still half-hard, and cum continued to leak from each.

After about ten minutes of lying on each other, Francis finally spoked. “Do you wanna ditch this place?”

“Well… I don’t think we can just sneak back in at this point. And especially not like this,” he said, gesturing to their wet, sticky bodies. There wasn’t exactly a spare towel lying around for them to use.

“The river isn’t too far from here. Wanna go swimming? I’ll race you there, naked.”

Nick laughed, surprised by his strange idea. “For real? It’s nearly a mile away!”

“So? It’ll only take like five minutes to get there. It’s not that far.”

“What if… someone sees us?”

“Dude, people go skinny dipping all the time around here. And no one will mind in this heat. Besides, it’s mostly trees or long empty fields from here to the water. No one’s around.”

“You really wanna streak?” Nick asked, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

Francis raised his eyebrows. “Mass isn’t over yet. And I can tell my parents we went swimming afterwards if they ask questions. They won’t say shit since it’s so hot up there.”

Nick hesitated, staring at Francis’ pink, sweaty face. His bit his lip, feeling the warmth of the stud’s body underneath him and his sudden desire to be more naughty and daring than the two of them had already been.

Nick grinned at him. “Which way out?”


Nick and Francis get handsy with one another in public – Chapter 11 – The Perfect Fit


The two boys ran out the back entrance of the church, giggling and laughing at one another as they sprinted through the tall grass and large, open fields. Francis was right—there was absolutely no one around as far as their eyes could see, and with a patch of trees up ahead, they’d soon both be in the clear. There was an uneven path and a house up ahead, but that was where the pastor lived, and it was certainly empty now as the two naked boys chased each other towards the river.

They both held their clothes in their sweaty arms as they ran, making a quick dash for the tree line. The cool air coming off the water, as well as from the trees, was a welcomed relief from the heat of the church and the bright sun beaming down on them all day. Their sweat-soaked skin tingled with excitement as they cut through their crisp surroundings, wondering just what would await them at the riverside. They needed to get some cold water on them if they wanted to put their clothes back on and present themselves to others. The sweat and other bodily fluids that covered them could have been spotted (and smelled) a mile away.

“I’m glad we did this,” Nick muttered, wading through the long grass as it came up to his knees. There were some blades long enough to brush his low-hanging balls and half-hard dick swinging wildly in the wind.

“Yeah ’cause now I get to see you naked for longer,” Francis said, smirking.

Nick pushed him gently, taking in the softness of his hard, muscular back as he did so. “Well I get to see you naked too, dumb-ass.”

Francis ran out in front of him, racing him to the shade of the trees beyond. Nick gave chase, watching the man’s ass bounce up and down as he sprinted through the grass. Once they made it to the trees, the warmth of the sun finally leaving them, they slowed down and took a few moments to catch their breath. They were both laughing at each other, their hearts beating wildly and their dicks half-hard.

Once their panting slowed, they could hear the rush of the water nearby, and the sweat rolling down their smooth, sticky bodies urged them on. They strolled quietly through the trees for another five minutes, talking amongst themselves and staring at one another. Francis would occasionally grab Nick’s ass, while Nick would spread his hands over the man’s abs and chest, trying to tickle him into submission. It wasn’t long before Francis gave up, finally admitting defeat.

“How much further is it?” Nick asked, hoping they wouldn’t get lost in woods. The trees may have been short but they were densely packed and stretched on for ages.

“C’mon,” Francis said, kneeling on the floor. “Get on. I’ll piggyback you there.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, dude. Hop on.”

Nick didn’t hesitate again. He got close to Francis’ back, hooking his arms around the man’s neck while he put his one leg on his torso. Francis easily picked him up and held onto the boy’s smooth, sweaty legs. Nick laughed as Francis began to jog through the trees with him, their skin slipping and sliding off one another as Nick bounced up and down against his back. His dick was pretty hard by now, but neither Francis nor Nick seemed to mind. Francis’ own erection was hard enough for the both of them.

Nick rested his head against the jock’s shoulder and neck, feeling his warmth and excitement as he took them both closer to the water. Francis was genuinely happy to be with him, perhaps finally feeling free for the first time to act however he wanted without worry of what Nick would think of him. The teenager was just as glad to be there with him, open about how they felt for one another. Well, mostly. There was still a bit more Nick had to say, although he didn’t think it was the right moment just yet.

“You’re so strong,” Nick whispered in his ear, grinning as he felt the man’s muscles tense in response to his voice.

“You get me so hard,” he said back, his words low and deep. He sounded hungry for him, even after having Nick twice in the church basement.

They made it to the water, where Francis’ pace quickened as he ran downhill before Nick could realize what was happening, he found himself in Francis’ arms as the man threw him into the water, laughing as Nick landed with a splash.

“You asshole!” Nick yelled, laughing as his head broke through the water, his hair now completely soaked. He splashed Francis as he got close to him, getting him in the face. While he was blinded, Nick climbed onto his torso, dragging the man down into the water. They fought with each other, half wrestling, half splashing each other as the cool water came up around them.

“Stop, you jerk!” Francis shouted, as Nick continued to hold onto him, using his weight to keep him down. Francis finally got a hold of Nick himself and engulfed him in his arms, their bodies pressing hard against each other. He embraced him, pulling on the small of Nick’s back so that their groins touched. Francis used his other arm to grab Nick’s face, going in on him for a kiss.

They made out in the water, eagerly holding onto the other’s body and tasting the salt of sweat on their skin. Water dripped off of them as they stood there, both naked, making out in the heat. A breeze swept over them and leaves fell from the trees, meeting the two boys as they clung onto the other. Then, Francis took Nick’s leg up into the air, holding him up against his body, and lead him back to the shore.

There was little dirt and a lot of grass, making for a smooth, soft place to lie down in comfort. It was relatively dry, except the water from both of their bodies as Francis laid Nick down, while lumbering over the teenager with his own bulky body.

“You’re so sexy,” Francis told him, clinging to his lips with eagerness, wanting to devour every bit of him.

“I can feel you,” Nick said. Already, the man’s cock was hard and was pressed up against Nick’s crack. It was desperate to enter him.

“I want you. Right here. Right now.”

“You don’t think anyone will see us?”

He shook his head, more water dripping off his brown locks. His green eyes flashed with excitement as he felt the boy’s own dick harden between his legs. “We’re all alone.”

Nick allowed the man to spread his thighs apart, exposing his pink point of pleasure. “You can have me any way you want,” Nick told him. “I want you inside me all day.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “Uh huh.”

Then, no longer able to wait, Francis’ face crept down to the boy’s crotch, licking his sweat and juices. Then, he moved himself to Nick’s entrance, readying his pink rosebud.

Nick let out a loud moan as he felt the jock’s tongue wet his skin, followed by the softness of his lips. “Oh fuck!”

Francis grinned as the boy squirmed, his legs now trembling as Francis held them in place with his big hands. His face dug deeper into his crotch, pushing the boundaries of how far he could reach inside of him. Then, feeling Nick’s cock rise, he moved his attention up to it, grinning at the sight.

He kissed Nick’s member, putting his lips to the boy’s penis and pulling his foreskin down to expose his pink head. Nick sighed in ecstasy, rolling in the soft grass and the warm, wet mouth engulfed his hard shaft. Then, the hunk’s tongue began slurping at his piss-slit, licking the salty fluids that escaped his tip.

Nick could barely speak as the jock massaged the boner with his lips and big, wet tongue. “Uhhnnn… Francis…”

“Mmmhmmm…” Francis smiled at him, downing Nick’s entire cock and letting the head hit the back of his throat.

“Can we…” Nick whispered, “sixtey-nine?”

Francis stopped slowly. Nick could feel his mouth stretch into a smile and the soft laughs of the man as his face was pressed against his crotch. His head then came up, looking up at Nick with cum and spit running down his mouth. “Yeah, of course. We haven’t done that yet.”

Nick smiled back, still feeling the jolts of pleasure surge through his body and up his back as Francis’ hands continued to stroke his member with his overexcited hands. “Okay.”

Nick watched as the stud turned around, putting his face to the teenager’s crotch and showing off his wet, bubbly ass to him. Francis was still completely hairless here, as he bent down over Nick to expose his crack. His legs, however, were covered with hair. But his ass, the pink spot between his hole and his balls were as hairless as a baby. And judging by his quick, sudden movements as Nick stroked him here, he wasn’t used being touched in such a sensitive spot. Nick liked to think he was the first one to put his mouth to the large man’s most intimate area.

Francis laid over top of him, letting Nick push his soft face into his asshole, his tongue pushed out as the boy grabbed his big, veiny cock with his hands.

“Ffffuucckkkk…” Francis moaned, as he felt Nick’s soft fingers graze over his red cock-head. It was engorged and sticky, smelling like salty jizz and dirty, manly sweat. Francis was now spreading Nick’s legs further apart, putting his fingers deep within his cheeks before he buried his face into Nick’s crotch. He lay overtop of him, his face to the boy’s dick while Nick, underneath him, stuck his face up into his butt.

The teen’s dick was twitching with anticipation, begging to be sucked, but Francis knew foreplay was just as important as the actual deed. He hoped it would cause a more powerful ejaculation. He may have been eager to go down on him, but he wanted Nick to enjoy his orgasm.

“Oh fuck, Francis… fuck yeah…” Nick muttered his words, whispering them into Francis’ asshole as he continued to lick up his sweat and manly fluids. Francis fingered him a bit more, pushing himself deeper into the boy’s entrance before he finally put his mouth over his wet pole. He licked his dripping head and took in his shaft with big, pursing lips. He was just as desperate as Nick to get a taste of cock. He wanted to please him, and prove to him that he cared for him. Francis pushed his bottom further into Nick’s face, feeling the boy’s small hands grasp at his thighs, asking for more. He felt the teenager shudder in bliss as Francis’ tongue swept over his hot head, attacking his piss-hole and driving himself down the length of his shaft.

Then, Nick took the jock’s member into his own mouth. Francis’ waist was hairy and muscular, and his brown pubes were soft on his face. Francis bucked his hips into Nick’s mouth again as he felt the teenager grasp onto his cock with his warm mouth. Nick fondled the man’s balls with one hand, stroking his fuzzy thighs while the other he used to keep the thick, hardening member in his mouth.

Nick pulled down his foreskin, feeling the large head spew more spunk into his mouth. It was scorching hot, and pushed into his gullet like it was a horny animal, trying to mate with him. Meanwhile, Nick was trying to keep himself composed as the stud went down on him, juggling Francis’ nut sack while licking his quivering penis until more fluids leaked out of it. It was hard to focus on pleasuring Francis’ cock when the stud was doing such a good job on him. He felt cared for, but he wanted to please his boyfriend.

“Mmmm…” Nick groaned, taking in more of the stud’s hard, meaty cock into his mouth. The warmth of the stud’s body kept Nick comfortable, and soon the two of them were pressed against each other, taking in one another’s raging hard-ons while the other serviced them. Nick felt Francis’ groin tense as he really pushed himself into Nick’s mouth, pumping and grinding roughly into his hole. Nick was getting him hot, and the man couldn’t control the way his body moved. Nick had him under his spell, and he had no intention of fighting it. But he tried to keep himself from cumming, for he didn’t want to disappoint his partner. His hard penis went further and further in, reaching the boy’s neck and causing him to choke and cough on his dick.

It wasn’t long until Francis rolled onto his back. He got underneath, and pulled Nick over top of his body, still sucking hard on Nick’s penis while he had his crotch to boy’s face. He continued pumping his dick in and out of Nick’s head, fucking his mouth as slowly as he could. He enjoyed every sensation of his boyfriend’s hole, feeling him lick and stroke his manhood with excitement. Nick choked on it some more, slobbering his desperate spit all over the man’s wood and swallowing his fluids.

Despite being underneath him, Francis was still overpowering. His abs rippled against Nick’s chest, and his veiny thighs and ripped groin pushed up into his face, which got Nick really horny. And Francis could feel it.

The stud used his big hands to massage the boy’s thighs, spanking him hard and squeezing his soft, hairless cheeks. Francis thought of Nick’s ass as a gift from God, one he could never stop being thankful for. He felt his flesh in-between his fingers, massaging his cheeks and holding them firmly. It belonged to him, as much as he belonged to Nick. Francis continued feeling him up and down as he moved his manly lips all across the boy’s shaft and head. He took all of Nick in, gagging a few times. But he wanted to go as far as he could. He needed to get Nick over the top.

While Nick blew him like an expert, his small body shook overtop his boyfriend’s hard muscles. The jock’s tough chest was digging into his groin as he pulled the boys closer into him, and his erect nipples poked into his faint abs.

Soon Francis’ thrusting motion became rougher. He drew himself out of Nick’s mouth before pushing back in. His dick was like a large, meaty pipe, forcing itself inside of him again and again, harder and harder like a hydraulic pump of hot, veiny muscle. His cock was eight inches of pure man power, throbbing and leaking semen with each thrust.

“Uhhhnn… Nick,” Francis moaned, taking a moment to feel the twink’s mouth on his fat cock. Then, he licked up the sperm that fell out of Nick’s tip. He pulled down his foreskin and lapped at his piss-slit like a horny caveman, slurping up whatever came out of him. He needed Nick’s cum.

“UHN!” Nick yelled, bucking his hips as the stud worked his wood.

“Ohh shit. I can feel you,” he whispered, his words taking Nick over the edge as his lips brushed the tip of his sensitive penis. “You’re cumming.”

Nick could only nod, unable to speak as the feeling overtook him. And with the large member still inside of his mouth, it prevent him from saying anything. His boyfriend’s cock was also nearing climax, and the jock was quickly fucking his mouth with hard thrusts. He couldn’t control himself from getting his nut. Francis pushed himself even deeper as he watched Nick’s cock jump and twitch with every touch. He went down on it, sucking it dry right before Nick erupted prematurely. Large, watery pumps of cum burst out of the tip, spewing out of it like a geyser. Francis slurped it up easily, taking in the boy’s warm fluids while some of it escaped his lips and ran down his shaft.

“FUCK!” Nick said, the cock still filling up his mouth. He squirmed and jerked beneath the jock’s hard, muscular body as he came, pushing himself into Francis’ mouth.

“Oh shit!” Francis yelled, suddenly sounding vulnerable but eager. “I’m cumming!”

Nick felt three fat wads of spunk burst from the hunk’s dick, shooting far up inside his throat and completely soaking his face as his cock continued pumping in and out. The hot fluid made Nick tingle with more pleasure, and it’s warmth, along with it’s gritty but manly taste, caused his dick to let out another wave of loose cum.

Two more spurts followed, as Francis shoved himself deeper inside his mouth and put his lips against Nick’s own cock. They made out with each other’s dicks as Francis twitched and jerked, his body shaking as his cock ejaculated again, shooting more semen inside. Nick’s own cum got onto Francis’ face, dripping down his shaft as he lay overtop the stud’s face.

Francis was panting heavily, trying to catch his breath and digging his nipples harder into Nick’s skin. They were both wet and sticky, covered in cum and a film of sweat. Then, when Francis finally pulled out of his mouth, Nick got up over him and kissed him quickly. He could taste his own cum on Francis’ mouth, and smiled as he realized that Francis had swallowed every drop of it.

“You’re my favourite flavour,” Francis said, grinning like a teenage boy who’d seen a girl’s tits for the first time.

Nick couldn’t help but squeal as Francis swept him up into a hug, pulling his small body up with his huge muscles and keeping him close to his torso. “And you’re mine.”

Francis stroked his hair, and felt Nick’s legs wrap around his waist as he lifted the boy into the air. He stood there, Nick holding onto his body like a baby animal clinging to it’s parent. He kissed him again, and gave his ass another spanking.

“Can we go back to your house? Sneak up to your room?”

“Yeah sure, why?”

Nick grinned. “I’m not done with you yet.”

A week had passed by since their antics outside of the church. They’d gone on a several dates by then and spent almost every waking hour texting one another—whether it was stupid jokes or raunchy pictures. Nick had never been more happy before, and Francis knew for a fact he’d found someone that genuinely made his life a hundred times better that it was.

It was on the following Monday when Nick got a call from Francis during lunch. Nick hid in the boys’ bathroom (he waited until it was empty), locked the door behind him, and called Francis back.

“Hey!”

“Hey, babe,” Francis said, sounding happy to hear him.

“What’s up?”

“I’m at home, cleaning my room.”

“Your mom made you?’

Francis tone lowered. “Yeah. What are you up to? You eat lunch yet?”

“Yup, just finished. I’m hiding in the bathroom so I could call you.”

“Oh, sorry about that. Thanking for calling back though. There’s something I wanted to ask you…”

Nick smiled. “Oh?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m going to my cousin’s wedding next week and I’m one of the groomsmen, so I’m supposed to bring a girl with me…”

Nick wasn’t sure where this was going.

“… but there isn’t really someone I’d want to bring. I told my cousin and he said I could bring a friend—like it didn’t have to be a date. So I thought… maybe…” Francis trailed off, not finishing his sentence. “Did you…”

Nick nodded, his voice eager. “Yes. I’d love to go with you.”

Francis smiled, his voice suddenly cheerful. “That’s g-great! It’ll be really fun. We can hangout and play video games while we’re there.”

Nick’s heart was still pounding with excitement. “Video games?”

“Yeah, my brother’s old PSP. And I have the Vita.”

“Oh cool,” Nick smiled. “That sounds fun.”

“You can use the Vita, if you want. It’s newer.”

Nick shook his head. “I don’t care about that, Francis. I’ll be with you, that’s all I need.”

Francis hesitated, laughing at him. He loved it when Nick was romantic. “There’s another thing…” Francis started. “I have to go into town today to get measurements for my tux. The wedding’s kind of last minute…”

“Either that or you waited until the last minute,” Nick teased.

Francis laughed again. “Yeah, that too. So did you want me to come with you? To get the tux?”

“Of course! We could kind of match or something.”

“Yeah, I think it’d be nice if we got similar tuxes. I have to go with some of my cousins, and I don’t like being around them alone.”

“You don’t get along?” Nick asked.

“Well, we’re not that close.”

Nick knew how he felt. “I’m not close with mine. We barely see each other.” Then, before Francis could change the subject, Nick dared to ask the question that had been bothering him. “Is… Matt going to the wedding?”

Francis hesitated. “Uh, I don’t think so.” He hated lying, but he didn’t want to scare Nick into not coming. He would tell him later.

Part of Nick felt relieved, but another part of him wanted Matt to know that they were together. He was someone they could trust their secret with, but Nick also wanted the chance to show Francis off to others. There wasn’t exactly a welcoming crowd he could do that to.

“Well I’ll have to ask my parents if I can go. We have a wedding in August and I need a tux for that anyway. I outgrew my last one.”

“You think they’ll say yes?” Francis knew the answer before he asked.

Nick nodded. “Definitely. If I told them about it, they’d force me to go. They really want me to make friends.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Francis said.

“You can help me pick out something nice,” Nick told him.

He laughed at him. “You’ll look good in anything. I’m the one who’s got to get custom sizes. Apparently my proportions are weird?”

Nick gawked at him. “No way! You look perfect.”

Francis’ voice got sexy. “Wow, thanks, dude.”

Nick bit his lip, grinning. “Shut up.”

He laughed again. “We can help each other find something nice. Though I think the type of tux I’m supposed to wear already got chosen. The groomsmen are supposed to match.”

“I’m sure it’ll look great on you.”

He nodded. “Let’s hope.”

There was a loud buzzing overhead and Nick nearly swore. “That’s the bell.”

“What’s your last class, English?”

“Yeah. With Patterson.”

“Ugh he sucked. I can’t believe he’s still there.”

“Yeah well, he’s retiring this year. Oh, I gotta go. I still have to get my bag.”

“Alright cool. You okay withe me picking you up after?”

“Yup! I’ll see you at 3.”

“Okay, see you then.”

Nick barely made it through English without bursting out with excitement. He was eager to go into town with Francis, but part of him also wanted to see his cousins. Meeting some of his family, even if they didn’t know that Nick and Francis were together, seemed like a big step. Nick was happy that Francis thought it okay.

When the bell finally rang, Nick was out of class in a flash. Francis was already waiting for him outside, which put a smile on both their faces.

The truck that picked Nick up was a red Chevy 123 from ’89. It had gotten a new paint job and the few dents and scratches had disappeared.

“Get it in, babe,” Francis said, grinning at him as he walked over. Nick was wearing jeans and a tight shirt—the same as Francis. It was thankfully a much cooler day. He threw his bag in the back seat.

“Just us?” Nick asked, relieved to find that he was the only other person in the truck.

Francis shook his head. “They’re meeting us there. And don’t be intimidated by them. They look scary but they’ll be friendly.”

“Scary?”

Francis laughed, patting Nick’s thigh. “Not everyone’s as cute as me.”

Nick rolled his eyes, smiling. “Oh we’ll see.”

They drove for about twenty minutes. Francis told jokes and made cocky remarks, while Nick tried to hide the boner he was giving him. They finally parked at the front of the shop, surrounded by other large trucks and cars that seemed similar to Francis’. Nick wanted to see how alike they would be.

The shop was relatively large, with dozens of different suits, tuxes, fabrics, shirts, pants and ties on display. There was a thin, tall man who greeted them, and Francis lead Nick over to three other guys who were looking through some socks.

“Sup,” Francis said, giving the first man a hug. He was built big, with powerful, meaty shoulders, a huge chest and pair of arms, with thick legs. He wore camouflage shorts and backwards cap. His brown eyes and thick nose were surrounded by hints of a dark beard. Nick found him very attractive.

“Hey dude, long time no see,” he said, patting Francis’ back. He was only just taller than Francis—around 6’3″. “Wow, you’ve been hitting the gym.”

Another man came up to Francis. He was taller, about 6’6″. He had sandy brown hair, though Nick thought it was difficult to tell with his buzzcut. He had pinker skin with blue eyes. He was pretty well built too, except nowhere as near as big as the first—in fact, Francis seemed more buff. He was wearing baggy jeans that sagged and showed off his plaid boxers. He wore flip-flops and a loose t-shirt that exposed his chest. He looked handsome to Nick, though he much rather preferred Francis. He was the hottest out of his family—even hotter than Matt, Nick thought.

The last guy was 6’4. He had short, dark brown hair with matching eyes. He also wore flip-flops and had a tan about him. His chest and arms were the only things attractive about him. His face was pretty plain but was clean shaven unlike the other two. He was lean, and had baggy shorts that came down to his knees. He wore a loose tank-top.

As they had their reunion, Nick awkwardly hung back. It didn’t take long for Francis to introduce him to the others. “This is Nick, one my best friends,” he said.

Nick smiled, caught off guard that Francis really felt that close to him. It was the most sentimental he could get in front of others without revealing their true relationship.

Francis told Nick everyone’s names. The hunk with the most muscles was Jackson, the tallest who wore baggy jeans was David, and the shaven one was Dan.

“He’s coming with us?” David asked, scratching his stomach. Nick tried not to look at this abs.

“Yeah, I invited him along,” Francis said.

“He your boyfriend?” Jackson laughed, showing off his teeth.

Francis laughed a bit nervously, knowing it was only a joke. But it was still a bit daunting. “Shut up, man.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dan said.

“You too,” Nick smiled.

“Same,” Jackson added.

“C’mon,” David said, “I gotta be somewhere after this.” He motioned to the salesman, who was gathering a few sizes, as well as a measuring tape.

The four of them gave the man their sizes while Nick looked for a suit he liked. The McCarthys would have matching tuxes but he, on the other hand, wasn’t a groomsmen. Nick took one out that was nice while the salesman got out the sizes he thought would fit the others. He came back with a size for Francis, but he told them that Jackson, Dan and David would need custom sizes, considering how big they were—both their height and their muscles.

“You sure that’s gonna fit?” Nick asked Francis, looking at the tux. It was the largest size they had, but considering Francis’ large build, even Nick was a bit sceptical.

“It’s gonna have to. Do you know how much a custom size costs?”

Nick smiled at him. “Nope.”

“Just shut up and tell me if it looks alright,” Francis teased, motioning towards the fitting rooms. While the salesman took measurements of the other three, Francis took Nick into the hallway at the back, where the fitting rooms were. “Tell me if it looks too small on me.”

“Sure thing.”

It took a while for Francis to get into his tux. Nick could hear him struggling on the other side of the door and the salesman had even finished measuring one of the guys at this point. Nick just played with the tags of his own tux.

“You okay in there?” Nick asked.

“Yeah.”

Nick waited a bit longer.

“Nick?”

“Yes?”

There was worry to Francis’ tone. “You mind coming in here for a sec?”

“Uh… sure.” He hoped no one noticed

The door was unlocked so he pushed it open, stunned by the sight before him. Francis was in his tux, hair pushed back and his body perfectly outfitted in fine, black material. His bowtie was done up and his vest was buttoned, making his shoulders seem sharp and rigid, and his sides were clean and tight. His pants were slim and contoured, framing his shape and making him look bigger and powerful. He looked incredibly sexy—there was something about a man in a suit that gave Nick a boner. He was thankful that his briefs were able to constrict his dick from any sudden movement.

The only thing off about him were his pants—the waist was still unbuttoned and his fly was half-done. Although this in itself was such a turn-on to see. His white shirt was beginning to come out and Nick got a good glimpse of Francis’ brown pubes.

“I-it won’t fit,” Francis muttered, gritting his teeth and breathing in. He pulled hard on the waistline, trying to put the button into the hole. There was a still a good couple of inches to go, despite how hard Francis pulled.

“You look… amazing,” Nick managed, unable to stop himself from staring up and down. It was sexiest that Francis had ever looked—if only they were alone.

“Yeah thanks, but I need you to help. I gotta fit in this size. I’m not gonna spend another couple hundred on a custom tux. I’ll breathe in and do the zipper, you do the button, alright?”

Nick broke from his trance. “Huh? Oh, yeah. Okay.” Nick warily got closer—the space was small, and being so close to Francis while he looked so hot was making his mind wander. In fact, Nick was sure that he was beginning to pitch a tent in his pants. He was lucky his jeans weren’t baggy.

Nick got to his knees and faced the waistband—it was easer from this height. Nick tried not to laugh at the fact that he’d been in this very same position a lot in the past couple of days. He tuned his focus and told Francis he was ready—despite being distracted by the mess of hair before him and the hint of his underwear.

“Ready?”

Nick nodded. “Go.”

Francis breathed in hard, and his hands shot down to his crotch, doing the fly up while Nick did the button. Nick had reached much closer than Francis had when he’d first seen him, but still, there was another two inches to go. Francis sighed heavily and the zipper undid itself. Nick let go of his waistband, getting a glimpse of his underwear again—seeing his boyfriend in them got him hot.

“One more time,” Francis huffed, tucking his shirt back in and pulling up the pants.

“Is this worth it?” Nick asked.

“It’ll be fine, dude… once I get it to close.”

He didn’t argue.

“This time, I’ll help you pull.”

Nick shrugged. “Alright.”

Francis counted down. “Okay… one, two, three!”

The two of them pulled hard on the waistband—Francis gave him some extra slack and Nick was quick enough with his fingers to button it together. As soon as he had it done, Nick let go and fell back on the floor, looking up at his handiwork.

Francis let out a low sigh of relief. His pants threatened to snap, but they stayed together for the moment. He laughed, smiling down at Nick. “They’re a little tight.”

“Wow, really?”

Francis smirked. “Shut up.”

Nick smiled at him, admiring how sexy he looked—and the fact that his fly was still open.

“As long as it fits, I can get my mom to loosen the waist a bit. She can work magic with that sewing machine.”

“Doesn’t matter what she does…” Nick said, almost drooling. “You still look amazing in it.”

Francis was blushing now, and seeing Nick on the floor, sprawled out in front of him, his cheeks flushed and a bit of sweat rolling down his head (it was hot in the store) was a turn on for him. He could feel something in his pants moving, awakening to the sight before him.

“So… now I gotta take these off,” Francis muttered, trying to get his mind off of Nick. It wasn’t appropriate to try anything with his boyfriend when his family was just a few yards away from them.

Nick laughed. “You think you can get them undone?”

Francis shrugged. He tried to get enough slack to undo the button, but it was harder than it looked.

“Here, let me do it,” Nick said, getting back on his knees and putting his face dangerously close to his crotch.

“Okay. Thanks, babe,” Francis said, dropping his hands to his sides and letting Nick go for it.

Nick stepped in front of Francis’ tanned, well-muscled body and put his hands towards the jock’s groin. As Nick pulled on his waistband he could see his thick cock. It was bulging inside his dark boxer briefs, longing to escape. And it was hard. Nick felt himself shaking. The sight of the man’s hard, throbbing member pressed against his underwear got Nick horny, and he had the sudden urge to take the stud right there. Nick felt his own cock rising up inside his jeans, pressing hard against his fabric.

It occurred to Nick: they were both alone, with no one to question why Nick had his hands on Francis’ waistband, or why Francis was letting Nick catch a tantalizing view of his fat cock lying inside his pants.

Francis’ member was a few inches from Nick’s mouth. From the hole of his fly, Nick could smell the man’s familiar musty scent. His underwear had a dark spot in one area, and the contents were moving, bulging slowly as Francis stared at the twink who stood centimetres away from his hardening dick. Nick could tell that his head was wet, and it was leaking for him.

“Nick…” Francis said, trying to get Nick off his crotch. The boy’s mouth looked like it was watering, and despite his wish to shove his throbbing member right into Nick’s mouth, he knew this was not the place to do it.

Nick was fumbling around with the waistband and its button, looking up at Francis with a horny stare. “It’s too hard,” Nick teased him, an edge to his voice. He wasn’t talking about his pants anymore.

“Just do it,” Francis said, trying to stop himself. His head was swimming with thoughts as the blood rushed to his dick. He couldn’t see straight, and his body was reacting in a way he could not control.

Nick looked back down to Francis’ bulge. His shaft grew in size and his nuts were pressing through the fabric. “I’ve got it,” Nick mumbled, putting his mouth dangerously close to the stud’s fly. Francis could feel his hot breath on his package, and he leaked more pre-cum, imagining the twink’s soft, warm mouth on his member.

Suddenly, Nick could feel the button slip through the hole. One moment it was there, and the next, the button was gone. Nick took his hands from inside Francis’ groin, making the stud’s erection twitch as his pants shot wide open.

As Nick sat down on the floor, the pants fell down to Francis’ hips, supported only by his fat ass and the throbbing boner he had in front of him. “There,” Nick whispered, his mouth completely dry.

“Th-thanks, Nick.”

Nick smiled at him, admiring the stains of pre-cum on his dark underwear. “Am I imagining things or is your dick really leaking right now?” he suddenly blurted out.

Francis blushed harder, staring down at him with a polarizing glare, full of desire. “I lose control of myself whenever you get near me. Especially when you’re near my cock.”

Nick got back to his knees, aware that Francis’ zipper was still down. “Really?” Nick teased him. “So you’re hard for me, right now?” He put his small hands on Francis’ groin, being extra touchy as he helped him take his pants off. Nick looked up at him with large eyes.

“Yeah,” Francis mumbled, his face turning red. “Real hard.”

“Maybe we should do something about it…” he whispered, his face inching closer to the man’s crotch.

“N-no, Nick. Not here. C’mon get up.”

“What if I don’t want to get up?” he asked, his hands still fondling his groin. He slowly reached back up to his waist, his fingers grazing the top of his boxers. “What if I help you get off?”

“N-no, Nick… not here. There’s people outside…”

“Oh c’mon, Francis. I’ll be quick. You know you want me to, you’ve been staring at me like that for a while, now. I know when you want me.”

Francis couldn’t control his body. His cock was hardening and rising up through his boxers. It was pressing against his pants, and now his chest was aching for the feeling of the boy’s warm lips. “Nick, I… you can’t…”

“Look, you’re about to burst already. It’ll make things easy. You get rid of a boner, so you don’t embarrass yourself out there in front of those guys, and I get to have some fun too. It’ll feel amazing.”

Francis closed his eyes, letting himself go. There was no way he could pass up an opportunity for a blowie, even though it was hardly the time. But he’d been thinking of touching Nick for the entire day… “Okay. But you have to be quick,” he whispered, realizing there could be someone in the room next to them.

“I promise.” Nick smiled. Still on his knees and facing his crotch, Nick’s hands reached inside Francis’ fly, feeling the rigid pole that hardened against the stretched fabric. The side was wet with pre-cum, and Nick could feel the loose balls taking up all the space inside. First, Nick grazed the stud’s muscular thighs, feeling the fabric of his boxers stretched tight around his powerful legs. Then Nick reached back up to his crotch, feeling the man spread himself and push his waist towards Nick, letting him get closer. He let Francis’ pants stay where they were—it would be hard enough to try and take it off him—and reached inside his underwear, snaking his hand through his long pubes until his fingers grazed the base of his manhood.

Francis sighed out in pleasure as Nick grasped his hard, throbbing cock. The boy pulled his boxers down a little and finally began to free Francis’ pole from his clothes, revelling in the sight of his eight-inches of thick, rigid meat.

Nick was gentle, guiding the heavy, leaking boner out of Francis’ pants. It fell out Nick’s hands, dripping watery jizz. Nick caught the drops, licking it from his hands, and then massaged his wet, throbbing cock with it. It was large and hot, the soft skin was pink and veins bulged all across the fat shaft. Francis’ pubes were sticking out, poking Nick’s hands.

Francis threw his head back, closing his eyes and letting out soft moans as Nick began to work him. When Nick thought he had finally teased him enough, he put his soaking lips to the red, engorged head, pulling down the foreskin and engulfing the salty, sperm-soaked flesh with his tongue.

“Holy fuuuckk…” Francis gasped, looking down in amazement as Nick moved his lips further down the rod. It was like a large metal pole, except wet and hot. When the head hit the back of Nick’s throat, he went back up, sucking on just the tip like it was candy.

“Uhnnnn… fuckkkk. Your mouth is fucking amazing, baby…”

Nick smiled, slobbering his lips across his fat penis and taking in the different tastes. Creamy sperm filled his mouth, covering his tongue and throat as it dripped down, while hints of sweat of manly musk filled his nose. The scents drove him wild, urging him to go in deeper. Nick salivated at the bitter, salty taste of his spunk and took in as much dick as he could, shoving it greedily down his gullet. He used his lips to massage the trembling shaft while choking on the meat that invaded his throat.

“Uhhnn! Oh god… oh god, fuck!”

Nick slapped the farm boy’s big meaty horse-cock across his face, making the jock wince and jump, surprised by the rousing sensations. He enjoyed seeing the boy take his dick so eagerly, so Nick slapped it across his face a few more times before Francis took over and hit his fat, dripping boner over his nose, lips and chin. Then, when he’d covered his face with enough pre-cum, Francis stuffed it back into his mouth like it was a tight cunt.

“You like it like that?” Nick mumbled, his mouth still full of dripping cock. His left hand was wrapped around the bottom of Francis’ dick while his right hand fondled the man’s loose, bouncing balls, which were still inside his boxers.

Francis was barely able to nod with his whole body convulsing with the sensations of Nick’s skilled mouth. “Yeah, babe. I fucking love it. Give me that good head.”

The teenager eagerly obliged, flicking his tongue over his piss-slit, making Francis nearly jump in surprise. His whole body shook and his dick itself trembled inside Nick’s mouth, squirting out huge globs of cum. But he wasn’t there yet, and Nick was still hungry for more. Blowing a guy in a tux was a fantasy Nick had had for a while and he didn’t want it to be over so soon. He eased off the man’s cock, focusing more on the underside of his head and his warm, sweaty shaft. Saliva and cum began to drip down his face as he tried to take in all of the man’s sperm, though it was difficult to do with the amount of premature ejaculate leaking from his tip. The penis shuddered inside his mouth, and Nick could feel the jock’s heartbeat pulse through his dick, throbbing hard in his mouth, still dripping hot spunk.

“Uhhhnnnn… Nick. Oh fuck… Nick, that’s so fucking good…” He put his hands to Nick’s head, brushing his fingers through his curly hair and feeling him against his crotch, his whole meaty cock stuffed deep inside Nick’s eager hole.

Nick began blowing him hard again. His mouth swept fast up and down his shaft, while his tongue massaged the fat pink head and poked at his foreskin. He rubbed the jock’s balls, making him wince in pleasure and pain. There was cum dripping down his chin, and Nick had to continually swallow all the saliva and sperm, so that his mouth had enough room for the eight inches of hot, rigid dick.

He was trying to get Francis off, but so far, Francis seemed like he was trying to hold back, hoping to last as long as he could with Nick on his boner. “Yeah… that’s it. Ohh fuck…”

“Yo, Francis. You got the right size?” Dan’s voice came from down the hall.

Francis couldn’t think straight with the wet, sloppy mouth on his leaking member. “I’ll be out in a minute!” His voice cracked as he spoke.

Nick kept going down, but there was no end to Francis’ desire. His cock was still rigid and soaked with jizz, wanting to take in all the sensations of Nick’s greedy mouth.

“If it doesn’t fit, we can get you another size,” Dan voice became louder as he made his way down the hall. Francis immediately pushed Nick’s head away, and stuffed his wet, cum-soaked cock back inside his pants, and then his boxers. Nick crawled his way to the corner the change room, swallowing what was left of the jock’s sperm and wiping his mouth.

Francis zipped himself, not bothering with that pesky button, and burst out of the room, closing the door behind him so that Dan couldn’t see Nick.

“D-does it look alright?” he stuttered, trying to look normal. He wiped the sweat from his brow, hoping Dan didn’t notice the bulge in his pants, or that he hadn’t been able to do them up all the way.

Dan barely noticed the tux, focusing more on his face. “Are you… are you sweating?”

“U-uh, yeah. It’s hot in here.”

“Where’s Nick?”

Nick tried to throw his voice, leaning against the furthest wall of the room. “I’m trying on mine!”

Dan hesitated, then gave Francis one final look. The jock gulped, his heart beating rapidly.

“It… looks good on you.”

Francis almost sighed in relief. “Cool. The blazer might be a bit loose so I’ll try another size,” he lied, well aware that any smaller size would be impossible to button up with his massive pecs and ripped arms. He just wanted to buy Nick and him some time.

“Uhh, cool.”

“I’ll go take this off.”

Dan walked away, leaving the two of them alone when David began calling him for something else.

“Holy shit, that was close,” Nick said, getting to his feet now and inching his hands closer to his boyfriend’s waist.

Francis took Nicks’ hands and wrapped them around his torso, while he placed his own hands over Nick’s ass, squeezing his cheeks and pulling him close. “Too close. But that was fuckin hot.”

“Want me to finish you off?”

Francis gave him a wide grin, and Nick could feel the man’s penis stirring in his pants still, throbbing with desperation. “Why don’t we try something else?”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to fuck you. But not here—not where someone could hear us. Or come knocking.”

Nick was already turned on to the idea, but he was a bit skeptical as to whether they had time for something like that. “Where?”

“In the bathroom. The guys were looking at some ties so they’ll be distracted for a while. Dan might think I’m trying on a smaller size.”

“A smaller size?”

“That’s not important. I wanna be inside you, Nick. I need that ass,” he murmured, squeezing his firm cheeks again. His body was pressed against Nick’s and his cock was as hard as a rock, pitching a major tent in both his pants and his boxers.

Nick nodded, excited to have his man slip inside of him, hopefully taking him from behind. “Okay. The bathroom, then. But… keep the tux on.”

Francis grinned at him. “Deal.”

They snuck into the bathroom, giggling at each other as they tried to silently make their way down they hall. As soon as they realized that no one was paying them any attention, they ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind them, instantly locking the door. It didn’t take long for Nick to put his hands on Francis’ crotch, eagerly trying to undo his fly while Francis unbuckled Nick’s pants.

“Turn around,” he told him, making Nick reluctantly let go of the man’s hard erection. It stuck up out of his pants at full attention, the foreskin already half-way pushed back. His head was red and wet, desperate to penetrate the boy’s tight cunt.

“Make me,” Nick teased him, still stroking the man’s cock with his fingers. Francis smiled at him, biting his lower lip. It felt amazing to feel his boyfriend worship his dick like that.

Francis turned Nick around with ease and eagerly grabbed his ass, smacking it a few times. Nick laughed at this, purposefully pushing himself out towards the jock’s groin while arching his back.

“Take it off me,” Nick asked him. “But leave yours on.”

“You want me to fuck you in my tux?” Francis asked, a bit surprised. Most of their sex lately had consisted of Nick ripping the clothes of him.

Nick nodded. “Yeah. And I’ll keep my clothes on too. Just lower my jeans so you can reach my ass.”

“Like old times?”

“Yeah. Like old times.”

Francis agreed to it, sucking on his lip while trying to stop himself from pulling the boy tight against his body. His cock was dripping with pre-cum and he didn’t want to get any of it on Nick’s clothes. At least, not while they were still in public. He put his arms around the teenager’s waist and undid his pants in one quick motion, then pulled it off of his waist. He was getting good at doing that.

Then, Francis pulled himself close to Nick, rubbing his hardened cock against the boy’s ass cheeks. He pumped himself up and down his crack, making Nick moan. Francis put his torso over Nick’s back and pressed the boy close to him, feeling the warmth of his body. He slipped his hands up the teenager’s shirt and felt his chest rising and falling with each excited breath he took. His nipples were hard.

Francis laid his head on Nick’s shoulders, sucking on his neck with his wet, salivating mouth. He wanted to taste the boy’s ass again but he knew they both had to be quick in there. Savouring the sweetness of his skin was something he couldn’t take the time to do right then, but he knew there was always time for that later on when they got back home. Nick usually needed a good pounding about 3-4 times a day. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and something about the teenager made Francis’ cock hard 24/7. He was always willing and able to bust a nut for his boyfriend.

“Fuckkk, you hard for me, baby?” Francis asked, whispering his low, horny words into the boy’s ear as his hands slipped over the teenager’s dripping cock. It was erect and the hunk pulled his foreskin all the way back as he held him against his crotch. He stroked him slowly, wanting to milk the moment and make the boy desperate for his big dick.

Nick melted in his big arms, feeling a chill race down his spine as the man’s words whirled across his sweaty skin. “Yes, daddy, I’m hard for you.”

Francis kept one hand on the boy’s shuddering cock while his other reached around his bare waist and swept over his plump, hairless ass. He squeezed the soft flesh tightly and then reached down under his legs, trying to feel his low-hanging balls. Nick’s dick twitched as his big fingers rolled over his nut sack, gently massaging them with sentiment. He let out another low moan and pushed himself further up against the man’s dick.

“Damn, I can feel you shaking.”

Nick nodded. His voice was ragged but desperate. His groin ached and his body was crying out, yearning to be taken, to be penetrated. “I need you inside me.”

Francis’ mouth met Nick’s, their faces twisting to reach one another. Their tongues mingled and their lips slobbered greedily across the other’s. They were both impatient, but they wanted to relish in every moment they could spend together.

“Do you want me?” His breathe was hot on Nick’s neck.

Nick bent over, using the sink to prop his arms up as he exposed himself to the jock. “Yes, Francis. I want you.”

His big hands reached back over his ass, spreading his cheeks apart but squeezing it gently, showing him that his body belonged to him, as much as Francis’ manhood belonged to Nick. “I want you too. I need you.”

“Take me.”

Francis grabbed his neck and pulled him in close again, making the boy squeal in excitement.

“You’re mine.”

He nodded, whining in desire.

As Francis stuck his tongue down Nick’s throat, tasting his own dick and pre-cum. With his free hand, while they made out, he lubed up his cock with the semen that leaked out of his tip. Francis grabbed Nick’s soft face, slobbering his big fat lips all over his mouth. They made out hard, barely able to breath yet breathing hot, impatient breaths on each other at the same time.

Nick’s hands grabbed onto the man’s arm as it snaked around his neck, nearly choking him. The stud used it to keep Nick close, and to hold onto him before his dick slipped inside of his body. Nick felt the rough, hardened muscles tense on his back while his soft brown pubes tickled the top of Nick’s ass.

“I’m going inside you.”

A long, exasperated sigh left Nick. He was ready for it. “Do it.”

Francis pushed Nick down over the sink, exposing more of his ass. “Get down,” his voice commanded. He squeezed Nick’s ass and grabbed both of his legs close, pulling him to his crotch in a primal way.

“I don’t think… I can go slow,” Francis muttered in his ears, pressing his hot body against Nick’s.

“Be quick. I want you to cum for me.”

Francis nodded, finally stretching his foreskin back all the way and readying himself. He pushed Nick’s ass open and then pressed the tip of his penis into the pink, hairless opening. Nick groaned as it filled him up. Francis began moaning too as he began to push himself further up inside, planting his fully erect, 8-inch cock deep into his ass. He felt the hot head of his raging boner probing his puckering asshole.

“Ohhhh fuck!” Nick sighed, desperate to feel Francis’ big dick all the way inside of him. He needed the jock to fill him up right to the hilt.

“Yeah? You feel that, baby?”

Nick nodded. There was already fluid leaking inside of him, lubing up Francis’ shaft and Nick’s anal cavity. Francis couldn’t control himself.

“Relax, babe. I’ve got you.”

Nick nodded, trying to calm himself as the man’s thick, swollen arms surrounded him, and his torso pressed up against his ass. Francis’ pants were beginning to fall down his legs, so now Nick could feel his hairy thighs brush the boy’s own bare legs.

“You okay?” he asked, aware that without much lube, penetrating Nick at first would be difficult. He didn’t want to hurt him.

Nick nodded, feeling his own boner leak globs of cum as his arms shook against the sink. “Yeah, I’m okay. You can keep going.”

Francis pushed in deeper, and a moan escaped both of them—Francis’ was deep and low, while Nick’s was high and startled. Francis’ big pink cock was thick, and Nick’s smooth hole was tight, making them both shudder in ecstasy.

“You’re so tight,” Francis mumbled, his words shaking as his erect dick invaded Nick’s anus. He was forced to spit on his cock, realizing he needed more lubrication. “Take this dick, baby.”

“You’re so big…”

“Ffffucck!” Francis exclaimed, pushing his cock deeper.

“Uhhhnnnn…” Nick felt as if his ass was about to tear into two, but he clenched his fists and braved himself. He wanted to please his man and service him with a ripe fucking. But more than that, Nick needed to be dicked down.

Francis’ cock finally settled all the way in, sticking up inside Nick’s ass like a blazing hot rod—warm and hard. Nick was still pushing himself up against the bathroom sink, almost lifted off his feet from Francis’ raging cock and the strength of the man’s torso. He then fell back to the floor as Francis half-pulled out, wanting to start the rough fucking.

“Shit, dude,” Francis said, feeling the tight warm skin on his dick. He was aware that Nick wasn’t clenching his asshole but it was already pretty tight. He knew it would get even tighter once Nick got into the rhythm. Nick sighed as the hard dick left the innermost space of his hole, and retreated to the outside. The relief was short lived, however, as Francis’ dick came again like a pendulum, pounding hard up into his asshole and pressing his groin against Nick’s perky ass. His whole body shook as Francis pushed deeper, wanting to feel every inch of Nick’s hole.

Francis’ dick was well past the point of pleasure. The shaft rubbed against Nick’s prostate, while the head poked into something far above, giving Nick the feeling as if he was being filled to the full capacity his body had to offer. “Ooohhhh… uuuhhhnnnnn!” Nick’s voice came, his moans becoming louder and harder.

“Fuck!” Francis exclaimed, slapping Nick’s ass and pushing deeper. He half-pulled out again, then piled back onto Nick, a process that became quicker and more repetitive. “Take my cock, babe.”

Nick almost yelled as the friction of Francis’ hot dick rubbed on the inside of his ass. Soon, there was a fast jerking motion that slammed Nick harder into the sink as Francis picked up speed. Nick yelled in pain, while Francis groaned in pleasure. He spanked the tight ass again and pulled on Nick’s head, grabbing a headful of hair.

Nick was in heaven. He could feel the giant cock up his ass while Francis’ thick pubes pressed against his cheeks and his big balls smacked into Nick’s own as he moved his legs and adjusted his own boner. The pre-cum of Francis’ dick leaked inside of his ass, and allowed the cock to moved faster and harder. Nick arched his ass further, wanting to give his swollen balls breathing room, but Francis pushed Nick hard against the sink, fucking the little boy like a wild animal, desperate to mate with its bitch.

“I love your little pussy so much,” Francis said, leaning close and breathing into Nick’s ear. He spanked his ass lovingly, putting one arm on Nick’s neck to keep himself up. “You’re so hot, Nick.”

Nick smiled, arching his back further and pushing himself up against his man’s crotch. “I’m hot for you, daddy,” he heard himself saying, closing his eyes in ecstasy as the penis pushed itself up and down.

“You like daddy’s cock, baby?”

“Yeaahhh…” Nick groaned, feeling the thick meat rip in and out of his ass while Francis gripped hard with his big fingers. “I fucking love your cock, Francis.” Then, the fucking got harder.

Nick moaned so loud that he was sure that someone outside the bathroom had heard—but it didn’t matter, he just wanted Francis to take him like it was their first time.

Francis’s grip hardened on Nick’s ass, shoving himself so far up so hard that Nick felt himself tremble. He kept humping him, smacking his hairy groin into the twink’s plump, wet ass. Sweat had already started to form on Nick’s back, running down his body, while some of it was Francis’ own perspiration. His long, bushy pubes were wet with his fluids and that only made the sex hotter for both of them.

Nick felt himself getting pushed harder and harder into the sink, and his hard dick was flopping up and down quite erratically. More loose strands of cum escaped his bright pink head, while his balls jumped up into his shaft and back down on his soft thighs. Francis’ own nuts were also all over the place, swinging heavily between his muscular, hairy legs and then back up in-between Nick’s, smacking into his taint and occasionally colliding with the boy’s own testicles.

The man’s balls were red after having been teased for so long, and it hurt for them to hit Nick’s body with such speed, but he powered through it, stroking his boyfriend’s back as he begged for him not to stop. He wanted to give Nick a good fucking, and he was not going to disappoint him.

“Oh god, that feels so fucking good!” Nick exclaimed, clenching his teeth and hardening his grip on the side of the sink. His arms were flexing as Francis’ body rocked him back and forth, slamming him on his massive tool over and over again.

Francis kept going, feeling his foreskin push all the way back on his slicked-up penis as he rammed his thick schlong further up into the boy’s quivering anus. The heat they created was intoxicating, and the sounds of both Francis’ thighs slapping on Nick’s ass during their fucking, along with this loose balls bouncing onto his legs, filled the bathroom. The brisk, rapid successions of slaps that emanated from Francis’ groin increased in intensity and quickened in pace the more Nick pushed back into him or cried out his name.

“Francis… oh fuck, Francis…”

“I’m right here baby. I can feel you. You’re so amazing, babe. You’re fucking amazing.”

The fucking continued as Francis latched onto the boy’s waist, concentrating on giving him all he had in him. He grunted like a caveman, thrusting himself into his partner as if he were a horny buck ready to mate with another younger male. Nick whined in euphoria as the thick, wet tool plunged deeper into his body, plugging him up and squirting it’s seed all over his insides. Francis was holding onto him like he was a three-hundred pound block of lead—his arms bulged and his veins popped all over his body. His face was tight and his teeth clenched as he fucked him, panting loudly for breath as his body exhausted itself.

Nick yelled in pain and pleasure, taking in the violent but loving thrusts his eager boyfriend gave him, eager to please the both of them. He cried out his name again, telling him he was ready to blow his own load, if he wanted him to.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, suddenly slowing his pace and easing off Nick’s ass. His grip softened, and he began to make his pounding more shallow. “I could have came right there.”

“You want more?” Nick asked, looking back at him with a grin.

Francis nodded, pulling his cock out of him. It made Nick wince, and he suddenly felt strangely empty, like a part of him was missing. “Yeah, babe. I wanna see your face when we cum.”

Nick pulled his pants up enough so he could walk. “What position?”

Francis did the same, walking over to the toilet seat and putting the lid down over it. Then, he sat down, his bare ass covering the cool top as he spread his thick, manly legs apart and stroked the erect cock that stuck up from his pants like a flagpole.

Francis leaned against the back of the toilet seat, looking hornier than ever. Nick gave his dick a quick rubbing before he watched the stud spread his thick, hairy legs wider apart, inviting Nick to come over him. Nick took his pants off, kicking his shoes aside and throwing his underwear away. He was naked from the waist down.

Francis patted his fat thigh, grinning. “Plant your tight ass right here. Ride me.”

Nick smiled, rubbing his hands down the taut fabric over stud’s thighs. Then, he got onto Francis’ groin. He was facing the jock, their faces close and his dick fully exposed to Francis.

“Uuuuhhhnnnn…” Nick moaned, feeling the man hold his body close. Francis held his rock-hard boner up while the twink spread his cheeks and let it penetrate his tight hole.

“Shit, I know I’m gonna cum this time. I’m gonna be rough.”

“What if they hear us outside?” Nick whispered to him, their lips brushing each other’s.

“Fuck them. I just wanna feel you on my cock,” he said, rubbing Nick’s ass as it descended upon his dick.

Nick nodded, biting his lower lip. He put his little hands against Francis’ abs and beefy chest for support as he tried to get all of the stud’s dick inside him. His big, muscular arms came around and pushed down on his waist, helping him take in the entire length of his cock.

“Ooohh shit, Francis,” Nick wailed, unable to hide the sensations that his manhood made him feel. It was thick and Nick’s hole was tight, but it slipped inside of him once they both of them really pushed. “You fit perfectly inside me,” he said, laughing a bit.

Francis smiled and his cock twitched with ego. His balls were loose against his legs, drooping down to the lid of the seat. “You’re my perfect fit.”

Nick nodded, hoping to dig himself deeper down onto his boyfriend. His bit his lip, trying to brace through the initial pain and discomfort. “And you’re mine. Fuck, it always feels different when I’m on top of you.”

“A good different?”

“The best different. I love riding you.”

Francis felt his stomach fluter at his words. Anytime he heard Nick say ‘love’, it sparked an immediate reaction in him that made his head fuzzy and his fingers tingly. He pricked with excitement, eager to show Nick how much he meant to him. “Yeah, you gonna ride daddy’s cock for me, baby?”

“Yes, I am.” Nick finally got his ass against Francis’ pubes and thick thighs. He put his hands against the jock’s broad shoulders and then leaned in forward, beginning to grind against the man’s groin while his dick was embedded deep inside him.

“Holy fuck, dude,” Francis muttered, barely able to breathe as the teenager massaged his monster cock with the muscles of his ass. The balls of Nick’s feet were against the ground but he could barely reach as Francis thrusted himself up into him, rocking the both of them back and forth.

Francis’ big hands were on Nick’s waist and ass, spanking him and squeezing his cheeks, spreading them apart around his dick. Nick moaned whenever the jock did this, and felt his own dick twitch and jerk against Francis’ abs as he lifted his shirt a bit. He was covering them in a layer of salty pre-cum.

“You’re so big,” Nick told him, feeling the throbbing head pierce the highest part of his anus as he kept a mount on the stud’s groin.

“You take cock better than anyone, Nick,” Francis said, rubbing Nick’s bouncing ass as the twink put his hands against his beefy chest and erect nipples for support. Francis threw his head backwards, closing his eyes as Nick’s ass clenched around his boner, milking the pre-cum out of him. “Fucking ride me.”

“Uhnn, you feel so good inside me,” Nick moaned, still grinding his quivering anus back on forth on the stud’s cock, rocking against his hairy pubes and protruding v-lines.

“Shit, that’s good.” He rubbed his hands against Nick’s back, then around his waist and up his faint hint of abs. He lingered his fingers on Nick’s hard nipples, reaching up through his shirt, and stoked his slightly built chest. He smirked once he saw the boy’s mouth gape wide open in pleasure. He gave him a horny smile once Nick’s eyes opened. “I’m gonna fuck you.”

Nick nodded. “Do it. Just fucking pound me.”

Francis sat upward, no longer leaning against the seat. He felt Nick clamber onto his body tight, almost like they were in a hug. Francis put his beefy arms around Nick’s waist, letting the twink wrap his legs around Francis’s stomach and back. They got close to each other, tight in embrace, with Nick’s cock throbbing between both of their abs. Francis’s rock hard muscles rubbed against his member, massaging him and also getting him off. Nick felt the farm-boy fuck him hard and fast, eager to get off.

Then, as Francis kissed Nick’s shoulders and Nick sucked on the jock’s ear, the stud pushed his hands up his back and lifted his t-shirt right off his body. Nick arched his back, feeling how close they had gotten now that Nick was naked. He let Francis spread his ass cheeks again, exposing his hole to the hung man.

Francis kept rubbing Nick’s back and his chest, lightly pinching his erect nipples while thrusting himself deeper into his puckering hole. He spanked the boy a few more times, making him whine in pleasure, his voice echoing against the walls. Francis pressed his legs against Nick’s ass and continued breeding him.

His cock kept pumping itself in and out of Nick’s asshole. Francis was holding him up with his big arms, ploughing Nick’s anus, smacking his thick thighs onto his hairless cheeks and flinging his loose, red balls up onto his taint.

“Uhn! Uhn! Fuck me, fuck me, daddy! Uhhnn!” Nick said, unable to hold in high moans of pleasure as the stud pounded Nick’s hole like his cock was a piston.

“Take that cock, baby, take daddy’s cock!” he said, most of his words an inaudible whisper as his voice cracked. He was beyond pleasure and was nearing climax.

Francis had his hands tight around Nicks waist, and fat ass. Nick closed his eyes, reacting to every movement of the stud’s muscles, and the fast, rapid heartbeat coming through his throbbing cock.

“Uggghhh!” Francis grunted, bellowing like a horny frat boy as his cock embedded itself even deeper up Nick’s ass. He couldn’t stop pounding him.

“UHN! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Nick yelled.

“Cum for me, baby,” Francis whispered, his hot breath against Nick’s face, and his chapped hands running down his bare back.

“Keep fucking me! Uhn!”

Nick’s balls had been aching the entire time. But right then, he felt them sear in pain as they pushed a load of sperm up through his waist and into his dick. His member throbbed, jumping up into the air and shooting watery jets of cum all over the stud’s abs and shirt, then dripping down his shaft and crotch so that it slathered his legs and hit Francis’ groin and long, fuzzy pubes. The stream of hot, sticky cum continued, leaking across Nick’s cock and covering their bodies.

Even as Nick came, Francis continued pummelling Nick’s ass, humping his ass and thrusting his cock deep inside him the entire time. “Arrghh!” Francis groaned, feeling the twink’s anus clench hard against his cock, milking out every bit of his sticky pre-cum inside the walls of his meaty ass, and squeezing the dick’s veins shut with force. But he couldn’t stop himself from pumping in and out of Nick.

“Fuck, I’m almost there, baby,” Francis panted, quickening his pace and feeling up Nick’s smooth, skinny back. He held Nick’s body tight against him, kissing him passionately and using his big fingers to dig into his flesh. He moved himself closer in order to feel his soft abs as the jock massaged the boy’s wet erection with his rock-hard abs.

“Unload it inside me,” Nick whispered, feeling the stud pound him over and over again. “Fill me.”

“Whatever you want, Nick. I’ll take you there.”

Francis was fucking him hard and fast, his thrusts shorter but still managing to reach the throbbing depths of Nick’s ripe ass. His breaths were laboured and weak. Inside of him, Nick felt Francis’ cock give a violent series of jerks, the head of his dick was convulsing, and his testicles began to tremble.

As Nick’s ass shook and squeezed Francis’ cock, it got the jock over the top. His hips bucked and his muscles flexed. With a huge jerk, his low, loose balls jumped. His groin spasmed and his dick turned numb with euphoria. “Uhn, I can feel you,” Nick moaned. His voice was soft but raspy, weakened by the man’s vigorous fucking. “Cum inside me.”

“I’m cumming,” Francis said weakly, barely able to get his words out.

“Cum in my ass, Francis,” Nick said back.

“Ohh fuck!” Francis pushed himself up onto Nick, squishing his whole body down onto the ground.

Nick could feel the jock bucking his hips, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of his hole as his tool throbbed and his balls gave a massive lurch forward. Nick felt the stud heave his chest, gasping for air as his muscles tensed. Nick grabbed at his shoulders as Francis pushed into him, trying to get as deep inside him as possible.

“Uhn!” Nick moaned, feeling the cock enlarge inside his anus as it swelled with fluid. The hot, sticky semen exploded deep in his asshole, warming Nick’s body and causing him to tremble in pleasure as the jock’s seed shot up inside him and dripped down his flesh. It filled him up, as Francis kept thrusting into him, making Nick feel tingly and horny.

“Oh fuck, babe,” Francis muttered, whispering into Nick’s ear with his hot, horny breath. “You were so good.”

Nick bit his lip, grinning as Francis tried to catch his breath. He was still inside of Nick, and still fully erect. His dick was throbbing with each beat of his heart, and it made Nick feel as though he was being loved by the stud and his huge muscles. “I came so hard.”

Francis giggled, the sound of which made Nick’s cock jump. Francis loved hearing him say that and he knew that each time was better than the last. Being with Nick overwhelmed his senses and made him feel a kind of way he never thought was possible. “That’s what I wanna hear, baby. I like it when you cum for me.”

They kissed again, laughing through the other’s mouth while they spread their hands over their bodies. They didn’t want to let go, but they knew that if they spent anymore time inside of the bathroom, they’d begin to spark some suspicion.

“Can we go home after this? Back to your place, to cuddle?”

Francis grinned, wiping some of the sweat from Nick’s brow. “Oh, we can do a whole lot more than cuddle, baby.”

He smirked, looking down at the man’s wet, sweaty chest. He’d soaked through most of his shirt and he imagined his pants were in no great condition either. He wondered just how much the store clerk would notice once Francis paid for the suit. “Good. I’m not finished with you yet.”

They both quickly got dressed and Francis helped him get his clothes on, taking every opportunity to stroke his boyfriend’s bare, naked body and admire his curves and beautiful imperfections. Francis knew basically every inch of him, and he loved each more than the last. He knew he had to say those words to him but he wasn’t sure how Nick would react, or whether it was still smart to do so with their parents out of the know. He didn’t want to promise Nick anything that he himself couldn’t be sure of. And their future together might have been one of those things.

“I’m excited for this wedding,” Nick said to him, helping Francis get his pants done. “Maybe I’ll meet someone there,” he teased.

Francis shook his head. “Shut up. You’re mine.”

Nick got serious. “Your cousins seem nice, Francis. You have a loving family.”

He got what Nick was saying, but he knew the main problem involved his parents. “Yeah, I know.” Part of him was nervous as he remembered exactly which family would show up at the wedding. He didn’t know what would happen once the two of them confronted Matthew again, and he wasn’t sure when—or what—to tell Nick.

“It’s gonna be fun,” Nick added.

All he could do was nod and try not to panic. “Yeah. A lot of fun.”


Nick and Francis attend a wedding together – Chapter 12 – Blowies in the Bathroom


The morning of the wedding had been way too hectic for Nick. He’d woken up early, showered vigorously, ironed the shit out of his clothes, went through half of a lint-roller and spayed himself with so much cologne he was sure that people in airplanes overhead would be able to detect his movements by smell alone. The drive to Francis’ house was just as nerve-wracking and he’d managed to sweat out most of the cologne by then.

Nick wanted to look his best for Francis—as well as for his parents—and wanted to show him that even though no one knew they were dating, that the both of them were right for each other, and that Nick was good boyfriend material. However, Francis already knew that Nick was more than worthy, but his own anxiety about who exactly would show up to the wedding had made him seem a little distant.

But the moment Francis spotted Nick through the bedroom window—that tight little ass working a cut suit—he’d forgotten all his worries and felt his heart melt inside his chest.

“Nick, can you come up here? I need some help!” Francis exclaimed, trying to save Nick from some boring conversation with his parents. They were curious about Francis’ “good friend”.

“Yeah sure, Francis!” Nick yelled back. “It was nice meeting you Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy.”

“You too, Nicholas.”

Nick didn’t correct them on the name thing.

When Nick got to Francis’ room, he was meet with the familiar array of dirty underwear, loose garbage and old food all over the place. He found Francis waiting for him, with nothing on but a towel across his waist. His bulging pecs, rigid six pack of abs and his thick lines of muscle, leading down to his groin, were all glistening with water and his hair was wet and messy. His biceps and shoulders were flexing with muscle, and his green eyes were bright and happy to see Nick. He’d just come out of the shower, and his towel was damp enough for Nick to make out the bulge of his dick pressed against it.

“Sorry about them,” Francis said. “They can get a bit too excited sometimes.”

“Don’t worry, mine will do the same thing to you.”

“Yeah,” Francis smiled. Then he sat down on his bed, staring at Nick in his tux. “Fuck… you look damn good, babe.”

Nick cocked his eyebrow. “Yeah?” He inched towards Francis, walking slowly between his outstretched legs, spread wide apart. It wouldn’t take much to simply reach in and take what he wanted most…

Francis bit his lower lip, his hands creeping over Nick’s waist once the teenager got close enough to him. “Hell yeah. The best looking boy in this whole damn town.” He spread his big fingers down between his suit jacket and felt the crease of the boy’s shirt, then trailed back around to his ass. He tightened his grip here, digging his fingers into the tight fabric of Nick’s pants.

“Are you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna them off?” Nick asked, looking down to his pants. He was teasing him bad, putting his hands on the man’s wet shoulders and then gliding them down to his rigid chest.

Francis fought the urge to strip his boyfriend right there and bend him over the bed. As much as he wanted to pound Nick, he knew him and his parents were already late for the wedding and he needed more than just five minutes to have his way with Nick. He’d been without him for the entire day and wanted to give it to him good.

“Not here, baby. Not yet. Sorry. We’ve gotta go soon. Afterwards, though, we can come back here and fuck each other’s brains out,” he whispered, his voice low but desperate. “I promise.”

Nick was obviously disappointed, especially with the tent he was beginning to pitch in his pants, but he knew it was risky enough with Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy running up and down the stairs to a few last-minute thing.

“Yeah, okay. Afterwards then. I want you all to myself.”

Francis grinned, water dripping off his wet hair. “You got it, babe. My dick is all yours.”

Nick laughed at that. “Soo… do you need help getting dressed?”

Francis shook his head. “Slow down, cowboy. I don’t want you trying anything on me.”

“No, I’m serious,” Nick said. “I can help.” He really wanted to get the jock into some clothes, kind of like a wife dressing her helpless husband. He wanted to show him how good of a spouse he could be.

“Uh… okay, sure. I was about to iron my shirt. Wanna do that while I dry off?”

Nick nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He smiled as he took the white dress shirt out from the closet, for he knew that he’d get to watch a strip show as the hunk dried himself down. The iron was already hot so Nick got right to it, using the iron table to straighten out any folds or creases.

Meanwhile, Francis undid his towel, revealing his bare, bulging bubble butt to Nick. He was turned around so Nick couldn’t see his dick, but Nick liked it that way—it made things more interesting. Francis used the towel to dry off his hair, his butt cheeks bouncing as he vigorously scrubbed his head. Nick watched his pale ass in awe, and stared at his thick, muscular thighs, which were still dripping in water. As he moved about the room, Nick could see the stud’s assets from between his legs: Francis’ balls and the tip of his dick hanging below and flopping about. Nick had seen all of that more times than he could count but something about having his man wet and naked around the house was a huge turn-on. Seeing him nude would never get old.

Nick finished faster than Francis thought he would. In no time, Nick was ironing his pants and jacket while the jock sifted around in his drawer for some clean underwear. Nick saw him pick out a fresh pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs, which were amazingly white. “Nice pick,” Nick told him.

Francis suddenly turned his head around, blushing. “Thanks,” he laughed. “You getting a good view of my ass?”

“Oh yeah.”

Francis smirked, letting Nick stare all he wanted. He lifted his legs to pull on the tight boxers, exposing his low-hanging balls and thick, limp dick to the air. Nick felt his own penis begin to stiffen again at the sight. Francis put them on quickly, covering his fat ass and then his huge dick. He had to spend some time putting his hands down the front, trying to adjust his large dick and big balls. It was sometimes difficult to fit everything in there, especially with his ass already taking up so much room. By the time he turned around to show Nick his impressive bulge, the teenager was handing him a stick of deodorant.

“Here,” he said. “Sometimes you can really stink. Like a locker room of a football team.”

Francis smirked. “I thought you liked that?”

Nick blushed. “Yeah, but people at the wedding won’t.”

Francis agreed and took the stick from him, lifting his bulky arms and exposing his thick, hairy pits. He rubbed some on both then asked Nick to hand him his shirt.

Nick brought it to him, helping him put his arms through and then putting the top over his shoulders. Nick’s sensual touch against Francis’s back made his nipples hard, and as Nick came around to button him up, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

“Uh, thanks for doing this, Nick.”

Nick kissed him gently, relishing the taste of Francis’ mouth. He liked it when Francis held his lower lip in-between his teeth for a few seconds before letting go.

“Anytime,” Nick said. “God knows you need help getting dressed.”

Francis laughed, making Nick blush. “Not just that, but with coming with me to the wedding. It’d be hella boring without you.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t take some girl instead of me.”

“Your my boyfriend. I’d never take someone else.”

“But you could have. And your parents would have wanted you to.”

“Yeah but I love—I like you. I don’t want to spend time with some chick, I want to spend it with my boyfriend.”

Nick smiled. It was just the answer he wanted. He pecked him again on the mouth before helping him finish button up. He tried to pretend that he hadn’t noticed the stud’s erect nipples, which was hard to do with his pecs bulging through the cloth. He didn’t need anything else to convince him to suck Francis off right then and there. He handed Francis his pants and waited for him to pull them on.

“Okay, this is where I need you,” Francis said , adjusting his dick in his pants and showing Nick the short waistband. “I need you to button it up like last time.”

“My pleasure,” Nick smirked.

“Don’t try anything, man. I need my dick to actually stay in these pants, so don’t give me a hard-on.”

“Okay, okay,” he smiled, wishing that a boner was exactly what Francis got. He could already imagine the rigid pole of meat, sticking in the air with a red head and curved slightly to reach into Nick’s g-spot. He shook himself of his thoughts and helped Francis out.

“Okay, you button it up and I’ll give you the slack. I’ll countdown, okay?”

“Ready.”

“Okay. One… two… three!”

Nick was fast. As soon as Francis breathed in and pulled on his waistband, Nick took both edges and buttoned them together. “Got it!”

“Oh shit,” Francis sighed, surprised they’d got it down on the first try. “That was quick.”

“We make a good team,” Nick said.

Francis smiled wide, showing off his white teeth. “Yeah. We do.” He finished tucking in his shirt and did up his fly. Nick grabbed something off the bed and then got to his knees in front of Francis, rubbing something wet against his groin.

“Whoa! What are you doing?”

“There’s cum on your crotch, stupid. From when I blew you in these,” he said, using the damp towel to get the stains out.

“Oh. Uh, thanks.”

“Come on, I’ll do the bow tie for you.”

“I can do that myself…”

Nick looked at him, trying not to laugh. “So you’re telling me your closet isn’t full of clip-ons?”

Francis was silent, looking a bit embarrassed. “Okay… I might need some help.”

He smiled, going off to get his bowtie.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Francis said, his voice soft.

“I’m not, I’m not,” Nick yelled, trying to stifle his giggles.

“You are!”

“Well even I can do a bowtie, Francis!”

The jock shook his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets. That only made the fabric around his crotch tighter. “Alright, alright. Just get your ass over here.”

He returned with the tie, beaming at the thought of Francis being a big tough guy who needed help with something as simple as doing up a bow.

While Nick reached around Francis’ neck to get the bow tie around, he could feel the jock’s chest against his, the rigid pecs that dug into his skin and the hard abs below it. He tied the bow around him, while Francis watched him, biting his lower lip. Nick could smell the cologne coming off of him. It was intoxicating and manly. His masculine figure and rock-hard body was attractive enough, but seeing him in suit cut to his frame was even hotter. Nick could already feel something stirring in Francis’ pants.

“There,” he said, patting Francis’ chest and showing him his handy work. “All done.”

He smiled, finding his hands creeping out of his pants, and clinging back onto the boy’s waist. He pulled him in and held Nick’s small but hard body against him for a moment. He kissed him passionately before parting with the ache still deep in his gut. Francis stood there awkwardly, as if there was something he wanted to say, yet could not bring himself to do. They both stood there, holding one another in silence before Nick finally said something.

“What’s wrong?” Nick asked, looking a bit concerned.

“Nothing, I…” his hands were shaking now, and his green eyes darted from Nick’s face, back to the floor. “I…”

“What is it?”

“I’m… fuck.”

Nick almost burst out laughing. “You’re fuck?”

“Okay. I’m just gonna say it.”

Nick suddenly froze.

“I’m in love with you, Nick. I have been for a while but… I didn’t have the balls to tell you. But I just need you to know that because I can’t hold it back any longer. I stop myself from saying it every time but I don’t want to do that anymore. You mean so fucking much to me. And I really do love you.”

Nick’s heart was beating wildly, loud enough that he thought Francis could hear. His body was cold but his face was red hot, and his fingers trembled. He had no idea where this had come from—he hadn’t expected this at all.

“Francis… I…”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel—”

“No! I-I love you t-too, Francis. I just…”

The biggest smile spread across his face, parting his bright red, freckled cheeks.

“I’ve been in love with you since… well, for a long time. But I never thought you’d be interested in me beyond sex until recently and I… I kind buried those feelings. I’m sorry I made you say it first, Francis. I know this is difficult with your parents, and I—”

Francis simply kissed him, fighting back tears that pricked his eyes. He held Nick tight, his fingertips digging into the boy’s body like knifes. His grip was hard enough to break a rib, but he wouldn’t let that happen to Nick.

“I love you. So fucking much, Nick. And I don’t care about anyone else. I only want you.”

Nick felt weak in his grasp, not sure what had just happened. Hearing those three words come out of Francis’ mouth felt surreal. “I love you too, Francis.” He smiled back, his heart still beating fast. This was real. It had somehow just happened.

Nick and Francis loved each other.

Francis didn’t want to let go of him. “God, I want to make love to you right now. So badly.”

Nick grinned, his face pink as Francis swept him up in a powerful hug again. “So do I but you’re right, we have to go. Otherwise they’ll see us.”

His face was barely touching Nick’s. His hot breathe warmed the boy’s mouth. “I don’t care if they do. I want you,” he whispered, his low voice eager with lust. “I love you.” It sounded better each time he said it.

Nick blinked away his urge to undo the man’s clothing. “Francis… we’re both horny. We’re not thinking straight.”

“You’re damn right I’m not thinking straight. I’m gay for you.”

Nick laughed, pushing him away. He hated Francis’ gay jokes. They were all really bad.

Francis felt embarrassed. He put his hands back in his pockets and took a few steps back. God help him, if he saw Nick laugh again he’d rip the clothes right off his tight little body and suck the life out of him.

Nick hesitated for a second, still not quite believing what had happened. “Do you… really love me?”

Francis nodded. “Yes, Nick. So fucking much.”

Nick walked up to him and embraced him, laying his head on his boyfriend’s chest for a long while. Francis held him there, stroking his soft hair, a little surprised himself that this had happened. Nick could hear his heart beating, he could feel his chest throbbing, blood pumping through him. Francis’ heart somehow belonged to Nick, and every bit of Nick belonged to Francis. It was real.

“Afterwards,” Nick murmured, his lips grazing one of the man’s nipples. It was clearly visible against the white fabric. “Afterwards you can fuck me all through the night. I want you to. We can find a place to be alone and we’ll make love nonstop. But for now, we have to go—for your sake. You’d still need a place to live and I can’t live with myself thinking I got you kicked out of here because we couldn’t keep it in our pants for a few hours.”

Francis slowly nodded, reluctantly agreeing. Nick was a lot smarter than him, and he knew he was right. He held him a little tighter. “Okay.”

They finally parted, feeling a bit less awkward with each other. Things between them had changed, as if someone had finally exhaled. And Francis finally felt at peace—that is, until he remembered who was in attendance at the wedding.

“Get your jacket on, and we’ll go,” Nick told him.

Francis nodded. “Yup.”

“Your parents said you’re taking your truck?”

“Oh, um, yeah. They’re gonna pick up a few relatives in their car so we’ll be going together.”

“Alright, let’s hurry. You still have to dry your hair, dumb ass.”

He grunted, wishing he could just throw a hat on and be done with it.

After Francis finished drying his hair, putting on his socks and shoes and pulling on his jacket, the two of them went into Francis’ truck and set off on the highway. They drove for a while, getting into stupid conversations and listening to music on the way there. As soon as they arrived, Nick noticed just how early they were. Francis drove fast.

“We can hang out by the bar,” Francis suggested.

“I’m not 21 yet,” Nick said.

“Oh yeah. Right.”

“Aren’t you 20?”

Francis smiled. “Fake ID. And no one really asks me for it anyway.”

“Because your a big man,” Nick said, affectionately rubbing Francis’ chest. “A big, strong man.”

“Shut up,” Francis giggled. “That tickles!”

They eventually made their way over to the groom’s suite at the hotel, where the groomsmen were supposed to be hanging out. Once again, Nick and Francis were early.

“We can play on the PSP,” Nick said.

“Oh. Um… I might have, uh, forgotten to bring them.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, dude. I completely forgot. I was kinda distracted…”

“We’re gonna die of boredom here, Francis.”

Francis tried to fix it. “Well we can just wait for the others to show up, I guess. And think of other things to do until they get here.” He collapsed on a nearby chair, sitting comfortably with his back against the seat and his legs wide apart.

“Well…” Nick began, moving closer to him. “There’s one thing that comes to mind…” He stood in-between Francis’ legs, who was staring up at him in surprise. His green eyes were wide, and there was innocence and curiosity spread across his pale, freckled face. His brown hair was messily strewn across his head. Nick swept it back neatly and whispered to him. “No one’s around, Francis.”

“Nick, I… I don’t know…”

Nick smiled at him, biting his lower lip. “We’re you basically begging me for it like forty minutes ago?”

“I… we’re out in public, Nick.”

“We can lock the door, Francis. We’ll know if they’re outside.”

Francis face was bright red, and he looked nervous. But Nick could already feel something long and hard rising in his pants. Nick snaked his hands down to Francis’ crotch, rubbing the taught fabric of his fly.

“They’ll b-be here any minute…” he stuttered, barely able to speak as Nick’s touch grazed his stiff member. “I c-can’t do it now…”

“Really? Because your body’s saying something else.”

“Nick…”

“C’mon, let go into the bathroom. If they come, we can stop and say we were fixing our hair. I’m horny, Francis. And I want to blow you. I love you, and your big cock.”

That just about did it. Francis smiled, closing his eyes and feeling Nick’s small hands rub the hard shaft that pushed against his pants. Francis knew he was in need of release, and he didn’t want to do it with anyone other than Nick. “Okay… but you’ll have to swallow for me. We can’t make a mess.”

Nick smiled, bringing his face closer to Francis’. “When have I ever not swallowed you?”

He smirked, his teeth flashing. “You’re a little cum slut, aren’t you?”

He nodded slowly, with big bright eyes. “Yeah, I am. And I’m all yours.”

Francis eagerly got up, eyeing the closed door to the hotel room. Then, deciding that no one was coming in, he lead Nick into the bathroom, grabbing his hand and pulling him quickly. “C’mon,” he said, walking while his blue balls swung like boulders in-between his legs.

As soon as they went inside, Nick locked the bathroom door and Francis put the toilet seat cover down. The jock sat down over it, eagerly unzipping his fly. Nick helped him with it, pushing the man’s huge awkward fingers aside so he could get to it his zipper. Once Francis was comfortable on the toilet seat, he spread his legs wide apart, put his hands behind his head and sniggered once Nick finally pulled the zipper all the way down, as if he were unwrapping a present. He let the boy fumble around with his small warm hands, reaching inside now to find the fly of his boxer briefs.

After a bit of struggling, Francis grinned and offered to do it himself. His big hand reached inside and took only a few moments—despite how tight his pants were—to pull out his thick, throbbing cock, which was nearly erect. Nick helped him take it out of his boxers, and it sprung out from his zipper like a dense heavy of hard rubber. Francis was already leaking, and his foreskin was soaked with clear, salty fluid.

“Fuck, it’s big,” Nick said, boosting his man’s ego. He’d seen that thing a thousand times but still, the length, sheer girth and the ravishing pink color of his soft member was enticing. Add to that the fact that his manhood was covered in bulging blue and purple veins. Nick was already hungry for it.

“It’s all yours,” Francis said, his voice low and horny as he grabbed his cock with his fist and smacked it a few times into the boy’s desperate face. The twink revelled in the musty scent of his boyfriend’s burly cock, and the pre-cum now sticking to his nose, mouth and chin felt amazing. It made him even hornier.

Nick smiled at the sight of his dick once Francis let go of it. He especially admired how well it had responded to his touch. Nick knew that no one had that effect on Francis but him. He quickly put his lips and tongue to the tip, sucking the fluid from his skin and then pulling it down to expose his pink head.

“Ohh fuckkk…” Francis moaned, feeling Nick’s warm, wet mouth suck on his foreskin, and then engulf the head of his penis. “You’re so good to me.”

Nick smiled while he pushed himself down on Francis groin. Nick was on his knees, his head in-between Francis’ two muscular thighs, which were still spread all the way apart. His pants bulged with muscle, and Nick worked hard with his fingers to free the man’s balls from his fly, so that he could play with testicles and watch them react to Nick’s every lick.

Nick slurped up more pre-cum and felt the hard dick throb in his mouth, pulsing with each heartbeat as blood gushed through the thick veins and fat meat. It was hot in his mouth, making his chest feel even warmer, and giving his stomach butterflies. Then, Nick flicked his tongue over Francis’ head, feeling more ejaculate spew out of his slit. He watched Francis squirm and moan in pleasure, putting his hands through Nick’s curly brown hair and rub him gently with affection.

“Uhhhhnnn… I love you, baby,” Francis muttered, his eyes closed and his head pushed back against the wall in ecstasy.

Nick grinned, his mouth full of his lover’s cock as he spoke.

“I love you too.”

Then, Nick stuck his tongue out, licking the man’s fat, red head. It still wasn’t fully exposed out of the jock’s foreskin, but Nick knew he could change that in a heartbeat.

The man let out a loud moan, feeling the wet flesh lap at his salty fluids. “Fuck!”

Nick held his boyfriend’s massive tool in his hands; all eight inches of thick, heavy meat. He pulled the pink foreskin down, exposing the throbbing, dripping head. As if it were cologne, Nick smelled the sweet juices of raw, salty pre-cum and faint sweat. It was a manly musk that drove Nick crazy. He gave the bulging boner another licking, tasting the bitter-sweet fluids on the man’s cock and swallowing everything he found. He continued to pull down on Francis’ boxers, exposing more of his dick and as he did so, he felt the stud tremble in front of him.

“Oh fuck… blow me Nick. I want your mouth on my cock.”

Nick nodded, watching Francis writhe in pleasure as his lips inched towards his member once more. “Yes, daddy.”

Francis gave him a horny smile, closing his eyes and grinning in bliss. He had Nick to himself, and he no longer needed to hide any part of himself to the teenager. He loved Nick, and Nick clearly loved him back.

His voice was deep and rumbling, as if teasing Nick. “That’s my boy. Keep on sucking on daddy’s big dick, babe.”

Nick felt his ass clench and his heart quiver as Francis’ low, horny voice came. He was so commanding, and he was radiating cockiness. This was what Nick needed, to be bossed around and treated like a dirty slut by the man he loved. “Yes daddy. I’ll suck on your fat cock all day.”

Francis flashed him his teeth, happy to see Nick take care of his throbbing package. Once he caught the boy’s eager, cock-hungry gaze, he stared back into the twink’s eyes and bent over to give him a kiss. They quickly locked lips and exchanged their spit. He felt Nick’s small, trembling hands against his thighs, playing with his loose, low hanging balls, sticking out of his pants.

Francis kissed his boyfriend, feeling Nick’s own boner poke into the taut fabric around his muscular legs. Nick was desperate to feel Francis’ embrace, and the jock didn’t want to let him down. He hugged Nick’s body, feeling his back and his fat ass, dragging his fingers down his spine while tugging at his shirt. Nick had already thrown off his blazer a while back. Nick groaned as Francis touched him. Their tongues met during their kiss, slathering each other with spit and sucking on one another’s face.

Then, Nick reluctantly parted from Francis’ warm mouth. Instead, he looked back down at the huge piece of meat before him. Francis’ schlong was soaked with pre-cum and he could clearly see the vein in Francis’ dick pulsing more blood all throughout his shaft. As Nick struggled to get all of the meat in his grasp, the throbbing pink cock hit him in the face, splattering him with loose ropes of cum.

“Jesus,” Francis sighed, feeling the boy’s face smack into his penis like an animal in heat. Nick took the cock and smacked it against his face a few more times, making Francis jump and groan in pleasure.

“I love your fat cock hitting my face,” Nick whispered to him, surprised by the eagerness of Francis’ dick. It was so big and heavy that it hung downward while fully erect. It was a large, manly penis that threatened to impregnate any woman within a few seconds of penetration. And underneath the massive, swollen member were Francis’ hefty balls. They were hanging low, big and round, swinging back and forth like baseballs in a bag. Nick gave the man’s sack a quick licking and sucked on his left nut for a bit before slobbering on the other. Meanwhile, Francis took his fat, meaty cock and whacked it across Nick’s forehead a good couple times, like he was disciplining a naughty school boy. Francis moaned as stands of cum spread across Nick’s lips. Nick took the dicking like a man, trying to get the stud’s junk in his mouth.

Once Nick had gotten his fill on Francis’ inaudible gasps, and Francis begin to grow impatient, he lifted the boy’s head up and brought him level to his cock.

“Suck my fat dick, baby,” Francis said, slapping his dick a few more times across his face before he let his pulsing member go. “Tell me you love my cock.”

“I fucking love your big, horse cock.”

Francis grinned, exposing his white teeth. “Yeahh you do. And I love seeing you take my horse cock.”

Nick blushed while putting his small hands around Francis’ meat, making it look even bigger. It seemed like a rubbery, oversized dildo. Francis breathed out slowly as Nick touched his shaft. Francis loved Nick’s delicate embrace and his eagerness to down his boner. Sure enough, after Nick got the huge thing to his face, his soft, damp lips closed around the exposed, throbbing head once more. This time, with a more determined strategy. He was going to get the man to spill his seed into his mouth.

Nick was kissing Francis’ penis, using his tongue to massage the hot head and his lips to squeeze the cum out of his shaft. The warm rod in Nick’s mouth trembled with every pulse of Francis’ fast beating heart, and as he nearly got his lips to the stud’s pubes, he felt himself choking on the huge schlong.

“Uhhnnn… fuck yeah, choke on daddy’s dick.”

“Mmm-mmmm…”

“Fuck, you take it so good baby. I love you.”

Nick felt his insides melt. He took a breathe to return those words to the man he loved so much. “I love you too.” Then, after watching a wide grin spread across Francis’ face, he dove back down on his hard, trembling penis.

Nick made more choking sounds, feeling the hot head of Francis’ cock hit the back of his throat. Then, Nick began to move his mouth slowly back off, pressing hard against the smooth, salty skin. It tasted like sweat and piss, mixed with pre-cum and dirty underwear—all the scents Nick loved most about his man.

“That’s it, suck that big fuckin dick,” Francis grunted, running his chapped hands through Nick’s soft hair. His huge biceps flexed and his veins popped as blood pumped through him. His pecs twitched through his tight shirt and his fat, round nipples were fully hard, pointing upwards and poking through the fabric. His abs rose and fell with each eager breathe, unable to comprehend the sensations Nick was able to provide.

He let Nick work on him, but he couldn’t help pump himself in and out of Nick’s mouth, fucking his hot, wet hole like it was a tight, sweet pussy. His hot mouth was sticky and wet, slurping up his juices and slathering more spit all across his long meaty pole while leaking some of it onto the man’s pink balls, dripping from his lips like syrup. The taste made Nick drool, and Francis himself was on the edge of wanting to taste whatever came out of his boyfriend’s eager gullet.

Nick let Francis grab a hold of his head. He felt himself get fucked in the mouth like a little slut, his hair being held firmly by Francis’ fists. Nick could feel Francis’ big, bouncy balls flinging themselves onto his chin and neck. He slurped up the stud’s pre-cum and his own spit, trying to take in all the salty, masculine tastes leaking out of the hunk’s thick slab of meat. He loved every moment of it, knowing full well that Francis could never get enough of him.

Then, Francis pulled out, swearing and panting with short hot breaths as watery pumps of cum escaped the tip of his cock.

“Awww fuck! Shit!”

Nick licked it all up, drinking the manly fluids and relishing in the thought that just his mouth had made such a large, strong man so weak.

“Fuckkk… you’re so good, babe…”

“You wanna stop?” Nick asked, looking concerned. He wiped some cum from his mouth while eagerly swallowing the man’s pre-ejaculate.

“No, keep going,” Francis said, his chest rising and falling at a quick pace. His pecs were covered in a thick film of sweat, and his fuzzy body was slicked back with it as Francis rubbed himself down. “Finish me off, dude.”

Nick smiled, taking his manhood back into his mouth.

“Holy shittt…” Francis whispered, closing his eyes and concentrating Nick’s tight lips as they massaged his tool and made it’s way over his glans.

Nick took a long look at the massive, engorged cock, while Francis moaned Nick’s name. His dick was soft and wet with bulging purple veins. It was long and thick, just how Nick liked it. The huge tool throbbed violently, still spewing out pre-cum. The foreskin was just pulled over half his head, and his member was beginning to turn red with all the blood gushing toward it. It stuck out of Francis’ body like eight inches of pure muscle and meat, as if it were a third arm.

Nick put one hand to the base of Francis’ dick and the other just below the head. He retracted the foreskin, making Francis cry out and his cock tremble. Exposing the bright red head, Nick got a look at it’s nice form. It was perfectly curved around the edges and nice and round at the front. Only the very tip was pointed, ready to plug up Nick’s throat and fill him up with fresh, steaming cum. Nick finally put his lips to the dick-hole, looking up at Francis’ pained expression as he kissed the tip of his penis.

“Fuccckkkk…” Francis howled, bitting his lower lip and throwing his head back. He loved the boy on his dick, and feeling him work the slippery wood was heaven.

Then, as Nick’s lips spread across the head, tight against his rigid flesh, he put his tongue to his piss-slit and milked the cum out of it. He could see the jock’s balls jerk in pleasure with each flick.

Francis whined again, clenching his jaw as the soft pair of lips moved further down his shaft, and the tongue vigorously covered his head with spit. “Ohh… fuck…” He put his hands through Nick’s hair, rubbing his head and pulling him closer in. “Ohh fuck, oh fuck!”

Nick went down on him, moving his head in and out. Each time he tried to take all of his dick in, the head would hit the back of his throat and make him gag, and he’d cough up some of the pre-cum he’d already swallowed. But gagging on his cock was only making Francis hornier, and it fuelled his ego.

“Fuck yeah, choke on it!”

“Mmmmm…” Nick moaned, feeling Francis push his huge bulb further down into his throat. Nick’s nose and face buried itself into Francis’ long, wet pubes, countless strands of which were sticking out of his underwear and the fly of his pants. And as the jock began to mouth-fuck him again, the stud’s balls flung themselves into Nick’s neck and chin again. They were engorged and full of testosterone, like those of a bull ready to mate. Nick could see that they were just as pink as his shaft, sore from having been teased for so long.

Then, Nick took the dick out of himself, while cum and spit dripped out. “You wanna cum in my mouth, daddy?” he teased him.

Francis held him down and slapped his fat cock a few times across Nick’s face.

“Yeah, babe. And I want you to swallow. Swallow for daddy.”

“Whatever you say, daddy.”

Francis stuffed his member back inside the teenager’s mouth, pumping in and out of him slowly. The bouncy, meaty tool felt warm and tasty in Nick’s hole, and he licked up as much of its dirty sweat and cum as he could. He loved the way Francis tasted.

“Keep on sucking,” Francis commanded, his rugged, stubbly face looking down at him with horniness. Francis was almost there, and he was desperate to get his nut. The jock began to pick up the pace. He thrusted in and out of the twink’s wet mouth, holding Nick’s shoulders down. He used his face like a dirty old cunt. Francis breathed quickly, wanting to cum into the boy’s gullet and fill him up with his raw, stinking seed. He threw his head back, taking in the overwhelming sensations and the desperate, hungry look Nick had on his face.

Francis put a tight grip on Nick’s head, fucking his face hard and fast, and grunting with each thrust. Nick could do nothing but swallow the spurts of pre-cum that filled his mouth and try not to gag on the eight inches of man meat that plunged itself down his neck like a piston. He groaned in pleasure and pain. The man’s dick was so big and hard that it hurt to keep hitting the very back of his throat. Nick could do nothing but put his hands on Francis’ waist, feeling the hard muscles of his thighs, through his tight pants, as he took the man’s full erection into his eager mouth like a desperate whore.

“FUCK!” Francis yelled, putting both his hands on Nick’s head and bucking his hips upwards, invading the boy’s wet hole. Nick sucked him off for merely a second before Francis’ semen shot up inside his mouth. His cock jerked and his balls contracted. Three powerful jets of his hot jock-spunk attacked the back of Nick’s throat, burning his skin and filling him up. The thick fluid felt heavy and it tasted so good, sweet and salty at the same time.

Nick choked on his spunk, feeling the semen surge through his gullet like a thick, syrupy river. It was warm and sticky, running down his esophagus. The man’s baby makers filled Nick’s stomach and smeared every inch of his mouth with his cum. Three more shots escaped Francis’ piss slit and this time hit the roof of Nick’s mouth. Above him, Francis was writhing in pleasure, unable to catch his breathe or even talk as the bliss of Nick’s mouth milked his cock of all sperm. He just felt Nick’s soft, curly hair between his fingers and his soft skin against his.

“Uhhhhnnnnn… fuckin swallow it, babe,” Francis told him, pushing his head further down onto his thick pole.

Nick milked his fat penis, struggling to breath as the sperm went down his throat. He swallowed it all of it, licking his lips for stray drops and then looked at Francis, seeing satisfaction etched across his face. He licked the trembling cock a few more times before he smiled at him, hoping to have given the jock exactly what he wanted.

“You swallow it, baby? Did you take all of daddy’s cum?”

Nick nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

Francis rubbed his hair. “Come here,” he told him, letting the boy climb up onto his body and lay his head on the man’s chest. “That’s a good boy,” he said.

Nick rested his head on his massive pecs, which were threatening to burst open the buttons of his shirt. He could hear the jock’s heart beating wildly, and his muscles were still pumping blood throughout his body, making his veins pop and his biceps flex. The two boys lay with each other, listening to the other breath as they calmed down, while Francis was still seated on the toilet seat, his cock still half-hard and shaking underneath Nick’s ass.

Finally, when his fat dick had gone soft, he stuffed his junk back into his pants and zipped up, quickly wiping any signs of cum or slobber from his crotch. Then, still aware that Nick’s own boner was pitching a tent in his pants, he gave the boy a horny smirk.

“Need someone to take care of that?”

“Y-yeah” he muttered, closing his eyes as he felt his man’s big hands ease their way up his thighs to his point of pleasure. Nick’s erection was clearly visible now and Francis wanted to taste him. He could hear the laughter in Francis’ voice as he muttered for Nick to lay himself across the toilet seat and lean back against the wall. His fingers writhed their way through Nick’s waist and managed to free his crotch of the fabric walls in a matter of moments. Before Nick could even think their situation through—surely Francis’ cousins could get here at any moment—he realized that his belt was unbuckled, his button was undone and his fly was down.

The length of his hardened cock drove through the cloth of his loose boxer shorts, since briefs had proven to be a little too warm for the boys with the weather now changing. The stain of Nick’s pre-cum from having blown Francis was spread wide across the light grey, buttoned fly.

Francis put his lips to the head of the dick that protruded from the thin cloth. The definition of his head, now desperate to expose itself from Nick’s foreskin, was a sight that turned the jock on, and the bulge of his balls underneath, loaded with sperm ready to blow at any sensitive touch, was a thought that propelled his mission to get his boyfriend off. Francis needed to suck Nick’s cock.

“Ohh god… F-Francis…”

Nick bucked his hips as the stud flicked his tongue over the thin cloth. His face was now fully engulfed in the teenager’s crotch and the smell of his dirty, salty jizz was making him overwhelmingly eager to get to young man’s actual dick. But the taste of his spunk mingled with the dirty male scent of his boxers was getting him off too. Francis enjoyed every moment of teasing the tight piece of ass he called his boyfriend.

“You like that baby?” Francis muttered, a long string of saliva trailing from the corner of his lip to the glob of spit he’d massaged onto the boy’s now soaked underwear.

Nick’s reply was merely an ecstatic sigh. “Yyeahhh…”

Francis continued to lather his head, then inched his way up the length of the boy’s veiny shaft. The jock maneuvered Nick’s cock so that it was pointed down. Nick’s short boxers had ridden up his smooth thighs so that now his cock head was exposed from one of the legs. Francis managed to reach inside there, moving his fingers up to grab the boy’s balls. He rolled them in his fingers, grinning as Nick’s entire body convulsed before him.

The boy grabbed at Francis’ head and shoulders, trying to get through the pain of not unloading himself right then, but it was too much. His hips bucked and Francis felt the teenager’s testicles jerk. His fat cock shook violently as Nick let out a whimpering moan. His foreskin was not fully retracted just yet so semi-powerful surges of cum splattered across Francis’ arm, which was still halfway up his boxers while massaging Nick’s balls.

“Oh fuck!” Nick yelped, feeling his red hot cock head expel the thick, steamy fluid onto his boyfriend’s warm, inviting skin.

Francis smirked at the sight, suddenly thankful he’d done up his sleeves before he’d dug into Nick’s pants.

“Uhhhnnn… fuckkkk…”

“Got a little excited there, didn’t we?” Francis said, smiling as he took his arm out from Nick’s pants.

The boy gave him a weak nod, still turned on by the sight of Francis’ face at his groin. He was also a bit embarrassed at having cummed so quickly but seeing as Francis had done so once or twice before, he knew that his boyfriend didn’t mind.

Francis licked the large pools of warm spunk off his forearm, using his tongue to scoop it up while his lips sucked the remaining residue off. He teased Nick with his seductive mouth, slobbering the boy’s cum off his own hairy arm and gulping down every last drop. Francis was putting on a show for me. He knew the sight of it would turn Nick on, but the boy’d dick had never gone soft. The teenager was only getting harder.

“That’s so hot…” Nick murmured, feeling his balls loosen already.

Francis nodded, raising his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

He nodded back. “Yeah.”

The jock’s fingers grazed the sensitive head of his dick, playing with his foreskin until it was partially pulled back over his hard head. “Looks like someone’s still got a bit more left…”

Nick’s eyes closed as he threw his head back, biting his lower lip as the stud exposed more of his body. His pants were pulled further down and now Francis was pushing his boxers up, trying to free the boy’s dick and his low-hanging balls from the leg hole. His testicles ached with yearning. Francis’ only smiled at this: his face was pink and eager, like he was desperate to take the boy’s member into his mouth.

Soon enough, Francis’ hand was over Nick’s wet, sweaty boner. He put two fingers around his base, feeling his head with his other hand and stroking his shaft.

“Uhnnn…” Nick whispered, unable to even get out any actual words. The feeling of having this massive dude down on his knees, begging to suck his cock, was better than anything he’d ever felt. The only thing that made that moment even better was knowing that this man loved him.

Francis then put his lips to the tip, massaging the foreskin of his head and using his mouth to suck out all the pre-cum that waited inside his shaft.

“Is that okay?” Francis asked, in-between licks and kisses. There was some pre-cum dribbling down his chin. The jock was just as much of a whore as Nick was.

Nick nodded, unable to breath. His muscles went numb and his head pounded with pleasure. It felt like scorching, tingling heat was spreading through his body. It started at his dick reached into his groin, making its way into the pit of his stomach, through his tight abs and then pulling at his chest. The boy’s nipples were hard and now his face was fully flushed, sweat dripping form his temples. Then, once Francis had enough of teasing him, he put his whole mouth over Nick’s shaft and wrapped his tongue around the base.

“Uhnnnn… F-Francis!”

Francis smiled as he sucked Nick’s cock. He widened his mouth as his tongue rolled over his boyfriend’s pulsing veins and trembling flesh. His cock tasted sweet and salty, and despite being covered in a film of sweat, it smelled like fruity shampoo and body wash, mixed with Nick’s personal scent of sweat and sex. To Francis, it smelled better than anything else in the world. It was like eating candy—the sweet taste of ecstasy in his mouth.

The stud used his big hands to massage the boy’s thighs, feeling him up and down as he moved his manly lips all across his shaft and head. He took all of Nick in, gagging every so often, which filled Nick up with pride and ecstasy. While he blew Nick, the stud’s own body stiffened. But he focused on Nick instead, licking up any sperm that fell out of his tip. He pulled down his foreskin and lapped at his piss-slit like an animal, slurping up whatever came out of him.

“Oh shit! Fuck… don’t stop Francis… you’re fucking amazing…”

He smiled as he took the boy’s thick cock in his mouth. He plunged himself even deeper and dug his nose into Nick’s sweaty pubes. He played with his balls, holding them firmly between his fingers and rubbing them slowly, milking the cum from out of them. He took in the twink’s movements as he writhed and jumped on the toilet seat, sighing out in pleasure and moaning the man’s name.

“Ohhh shit! Oh shit!” Nick whispered, his voice barely audible as Francis’ mouth drained him of his energy. Nick’s hips bucked once more, thrusting himself into the man’s mouth as he felt his cock shake and tremble, reacting eagerly to every bit of Francis’ velvety tongue.

Francis’ eyes burned and his throat felt like it was on fire as he downed himself on the teenager’s pulsing cock. He could feel the boy spilling his seed inside of him, and it urged him on. It tasted better teach time he’d go down on him, and knowing that the boy had a fat wad of Francis’ cum sitting in the pit of his stomach made Francis even more excited to down every inch of his wet, slippery shaft. He put all his effort into that action, his tongue rolling against the throbbing vein of the thick shaft and swallowing the semen that burst out from the big pink tip.

The man’s nose and face slammed hard into Nick’s hairy groin. Francis could see the boy’s entire body shaking as he swept his hands through the man’s hair, feeling his face against his groin. Feeling the jock’s big, rough hands on his waist, bobbing his head up and down on the teenager’s cock like a sex-slave, made Nick’s boner swell up even more.

“Francis, I-I’m gonna blow!” he moaned, grasping at the man’s head and trying to stop himself from bursting to quickly.

“Mmhmm…” Francis said. He stopped only for a moment to give him his full answer. “Cum on my face,” he asked. Then he went down on him. He licked up the salty ejaculate that dripped out of his tip and then used his tongue to tickle his piss-slit.

“Oh god… Francis! Uhn!”

“Cum, baby,” Francis mumbled, feeling the boy’s cock tremble and his whole body convulse.

“Uhhhnnn! Francis! I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it… cum all over my face,” he replied, taking in the teenager’s cock again and waiting for it to erupt.

When it did, Nick’s whole waist bucked, and he pulled his dick out and slapped it onto Francis’ face. Watery spurts of cum shot out of his tip, splurging all over his boyfriend’s face. It started from the bridge of his nose and ran down his lips and his mouth, where Francis stuck out his tongue and licked as much of it as he could. What he couldn’t get ran down his chin and dripped off his neck like a fountain, huge loads splattering across the floor and some of it streaming down to the jock’s neck. Nick sighed out weakly, collapsing onto the back of the toilet seat as his dick exploded, and then, he felt Francis continue to suck on him, licking up his cum and swallowing everything that leaked out of his member.

“Uhhhnnnn… Francis…” Nick moaned, unable to believe that he’d just came all over the stud’s face and that Francis was still sucking on him like some cheap man-whore.

“You taste fuckin amazing,” Francis murmured, wiping Nick’s cum off his lips and swallowing the last bits that remained. He took what was on his face by scooping it with the tips of his fingers but instead discarding it, he loaded the cum into his mouth as if it were hot taffy.

Nick gave him a dopey smile, still shuddering after the last drops of spunk leaked out of his dick. “You did great job, Francis,” he whispered back, watching his boyfriend swallow his thick spunk. “You looked so fucking hot taking my dick.”

“How do I look with cum all over me?”

Nick laughed at him. “Like a real man-slut.”

Francis giggled back. “Nice.” They both kissed each other, letting Francis and his cum-soaked face slobber all over Nick’s face as well. They both took turn licking the spunk off the other, giggling while relishing in the taste.

Once Nick’s dick had gone soft, he zipped himself up—wet, cum-stained boxers and all—and helped Francis with his pants too. Then, once Francis had given the boy’s tight ass a good spanking, the two of them turned on the sink and helped each other get stay flecks of cum off of each other’s shirts and pants. Even dry, the semen would show on some of the darker cloth. They took a good ten minutes cleaning each other up, and getting all of the cum off Francis’ face, before they finally straightened themselves off and opened up the bathroom door.

“Hey there,” a familiar voice came, making the both of them jump. Nick turned his head and instantly felt his heart stop beating. His skin turned numb and for a moment he thought his vision blurred.

Matthew McCarthy was laid out on a hotel chair before them, his legs spread wide and a smug look on his face. He leaned back and raised his eyebrows, staring at the both of them with a cheeky grin.

“You two have fun?” Matt asked.

Nick and Francis took a good ten minutes cleaning each other up, and getting all of the cum off of Francis’ face, before they finally straightened themselves off and opened up the bathroom door to their hotel room.

“Hey there,” a familiar voice came, making the both of them jump. Nick turned his head and instantly felt his heart stop beating. His skin turned numb and for a moment his vision blurred.

Matthew McCarthy was laid out on a chair before them, his legs spread wide and a smug look on his face. He leaned back and raised his eyebrows, staring at the both of them with a cheeky grin.

“You two have fun?” Matt asked.

“M-Matt!” Francis exclaimed, feeling his chest begin to pound. His face turned red.

“Sup, baby bro.”

“What are you doing here?” Nick managed to say. He couldn’t get himself to move. Thoughts swirled in his head—Matt’s knowing retort, and Francis assuring Nick that Matt wouldn’t be at the wedding. There was also the sudden flutter in his stomach at seeing Matt’s handsome face and herculean body stuffed into a well-fitted tux that accentuated all his best features. It didn’t help that he was giving both of them a charming, almost jerk-like smile that masked a clear primal urge that was sparkling in his eyes. Matt must have been enjoying the sounds of sex that came from the bathroom. Nick tried not to stare at Matt for too long, and he made sure to keep his eyes far away from the man’s crotch. His legs were still wide open, his muscular thighs like two giant arrows pointing to his manhood like some sort of invitation.

Nick put the thought from his mind—why was he thinking about Matt in this way? He loved Francis, but the sudden feelings of seeing Matt for the first time in several weeks was confusing. His body was betraying him, though his heart belonged to Francis.

Francis.

Francis had lied to him. He said Matt wasn’t going to be at the wedding—right? He’d said that he loved him that very morning. Francis must have known that Matt was coming to the wedding. In the few moments of awkward silence between the three of them, realization dawned on Nick.

“Well it’s my cousin who’s getting married, right? Why wouldn’t I be here? Didn’t Francis tell you?”

That hurt Nick even more. Francis had definitely known.

Nick couldn’t bear to even look back at Francis. His face was turning red. Francis had lied to him.

“You said you weren’t sure,” Francis argued, “that you were coming.”

“I said I’d probably come.”

“Probably doesn’t mean one hundred percent.”

“Are you mad I came?”

Francis hesitated for a moment too long. “N-no! Of course not.”

“So… how have the two of you been? Well, I assume you’ve both been having fun…”

Nick couldn’t take it. Francis had known and he lied. He knew Matt would be at the wedding. Francis was being possessive and must have been afraid of losing him to Matt. That’s why he lied and told Nick that he loved him—in order to cement their relationship. It was all too convenient. Why would Francis have told him he loved him on the same day Matt was coming back?

The thoughts made his head pound like his skull was full of water. Without saying anything else, he took off. He left the both of them, running out the doors and down the hallway.

“Nick, what are you—wait!”

It took a moment for Francis to realize what had happened before he went after Nick. But the teenager was already sprinting down a flight of emergency stairs. Francis paused before turning towards the elevator. It might be faster, even if he had to wait for it to come back up.

“What happened?” Matt asked, following Francis outside.

“Forget about it,” Francis snapped, clenching his fists.

“Did something happen between you two?”

“No.”

“What’s going on, why’d he—”

“Can you leave it? This is between me and Nick!”

Matt looked surprised. “Why are you getting mad at me? I just covered for the both of you while you guys were fooling around in there—Jackson came in and almost heard you guys fucking! I had to make up some bullshit about Aunt Marie being drunk to get him out—”

“Can you just leave me alone? I’ll explain later.” Francis slipped into the elevator and hit the button for the doors to close, praying that Matt wouldn’t follow him inside. Lucky for him, Matt stayed put, still shocked at what had just happened. He watched as the doors closed on Francis before heading back to the hotel room.

Nick felt like he might cry. His throat burned and there was a huge lump in the back of his mouth. Though no tears fell, his chest still hurt to think about what had really happened. Francis had lied to get what he wanted—Nick. Was it so bad? Was it really so bad that Francis had told Nick he loved him, just to stabilize their relationship? Maybe it was the idea of it that bothered Nick the most—that Francis had manipulated him into the situation as opposed to Nick making a decision for himself once he saw Matt. But what did it say about Nick that he had all these sudden feelings upon seeing Matthew? Had Francis been right to keep that from him?

He was hanging out by the hotel’s ballroom, where some light desserts were being served, but he didn’t have the stomach to try anything right then. In fact, he hated being around the other people—straight, religious family members of Francis’ who were all cheerful and excited. It didn’t help when he felt a big hand on his shoulder and a greeting-slap on his back.

“Hey, dude! Nick, right?”

Nick turned around to see Jackson, one of Francis’ cousins. He’d met him at the tux fitting. He was dressed sloppily then but was still hot. And in a fresh tuxedo, he looked particularly handsome.

Jackson was powerfully built. He had big, meaty shoulders, a very pronounced chest, bulging arms and thick legs. Every part of his suit fit him perfectly like a sock. He had a nice face too—a straight nose, a faint hint of stubble that he’d neglected to shave, light brown eyes and messy hair. Nick could tell that his hair had been dyed almost to a shade of dark orange-red since his bushy eyebrows were much darker.

Jackson was around 6’3″, only an inch taller than Francis. He had nice teeth and charming demeanor about him. From what Nick remembered, Jackson had been nice at the fitting, even though he’d been a bit loud and made stupid jokes. He was definitely the hottest of Francis’ cousins.

“Uh, hey. Yeah, I’m Nick.”

“Nice to see you again, bro. I’m Jackson.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Is, uh, Francis around?”

Nick kicked the floor in discomfort. “No. I’m not sure where he is.”

Jackson eyed him. “Oh. So, you alone down here?”

Nick stared awkwardly back at the desserts. “Um, yeah.”

“Were you two in the room upstairs a while back?”

Nick froze. How did he know they were in there? Was he just assuming? “Uh… yeah, for a bit. But I got bored and came down here.”

“Cool, cool. I might go back up and sneak some shit from the mini bar. They haven’t put out any booze down here, just yet.”

“Ah, I see.”

“I was gonna get a buzz going before Matt told me about our Aunt. But I couldn’t find her anywhere—I was hoping if she knew where to get some stronger stuff…”

“Your aunt?”

“Yeah… when I came upstairs, Matt said my aunt was wasted. He said I should take care of her while he tries to find an extra bowtie for the ring boy or something.”

“Y-you were upstairs? In the room?”

Jackson paused. “For a moment. Did you maybe see Aunt Marie anywhere?”

“No, I don’t know who that is.”

“Oh. Well I’ve been searching for like fifteen minutes. Maybe someone already got to her. Damn, this shit is boring without the other guys. Do you wanna maybe sneak back up and get something to drink?”

Nick pondered the thought—getting a buzz going might take the edge off of what he was feeling right now. And it might make the stupid wedding go faster. “You know what? Let’s do it.”

Jackson laughed, slapping Nick’s back with a huge grin. “Atta boy!”

Lucky for Nick, they took the elevator after Francis had come out of. He’d gone in the opposite direction, assuming that Nick had ran out into the parking lot to escape.

In the elevator, Nick and Jackson talked about nothing for a few moments before Jackson lead them back to the groom’s side room. There were a few other dudes that Nick didn’t recognize and Matt had disappeared, but Jackson wasn’t interested in anyone. They were old and Jackson seemed to have already greeted them downstairs, so he took some drinks from the mini bar and handed half a dozen to Nick. They said some silent goodbyes to the others before they snuck off to a public sitting area near the elevator on their floor. Nick downed a shot of vodka right away, causing some looks of surprise and yells of encouragement from Jackson. He was still working on a jagermeister.

“You spot any hot chicks yet?” Jackson asked, finishing one tiny, thumb-sized bottle in one shot.

Nick shook his head. “No, you?”

“Nah. They’re all too old or married. And the other half is family.”

“What, are cousins off limits for you?” Nick joked.

“Shut the fuck up, dude,” Jackson laughed, lightly punching Nick. “But seriously though, if tonight is gonna be as dry as it is so far, I might have to settle for a third-cousin or something to suck my dick.”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone. You’re hot enough,” Nick blurted out. It was the alcohol getting to him.

“Thanks, bro. You’re not so bad-looking yourself. Hey, where’s that boyfriend of yours?”

Nick froze. “Huh?”

“Francis!” Jackson said, laughing as though it were a joke. Nick realized that it was a joke to Jackson. He laughed back, trying to play it off cool.

“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just buddies…” Nick lied, half wondering if it was true though. Was what happened between them something to break up over or was Nick just upset over nothing? He still wasn’t sure what exactly Francis’ intentions of saying ‘I love you’ were. Had he meant it or was it a way to keep Nick away from Matt for good?

“You sure?”

Nick looked up at him, his heart thumping. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Jackson went silent for a while before speaking again. “You two disappeared at the fitting. At first I made nothing of it but today…”

Nick clenched the small plastic bottle. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard shit. When I went into that room. I heard Francis saying your name. In the bathroom. And when Matt came in and heard it… there was this look on his face.”

“He’d gotten his s-suit messed up—I was helping him clean—”

“Shhh, shhh…” Jackson said, putting a hand on Nick’s knee. “Relax, bro… nothing to get your panties in a twist about. I was just wondering if… if the two of you were messing around or anything.”

“We’re not.” Nick’s voice was firm, almost too firm, like he’d given away the obvious answer. He looked down at the floor, his face heavy.

“Oh. I see. Well, there’s nothing wrong with it if you are. I know that Matt and Francis both had their share of experiences when then were younger and couldn’t get no action…”

“What? You mean like—”

“They were popular in high school, so getting a blowie every now and then from a fag wasn’t such a big deal when chicks wouldn’t put out.”

“O-Oh.”

“Shit, sorry. Didn’t mean to use that word. It’s the booze.”

Nick tried to play it off. “It’s fine. It’s not like I’m…”

“Gay?”

“Yeah. That.”

There was a long silence between them.

Jackson spoke first. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with getting it from a guy—”

“We didn’t do anything.”

“I didn’t say you did! I was just sayin… a bit of fooling around here and there ain’t done anyone no harm. A mouth’s a mouth… and a hole’s a hole…”

“Did Francis and Matt… fool around a lot? Back then?”

“Oh yeah, sure. Matt’s pretty open about the dudes he’s fucked—just ask him and you’ll know. Don’t tell no adults though, they’ll get real pissed. Just between us boys.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Francis though… I heard him talk about a dude once but that was several years ago and we were both wasted so I don’t remember much. With pussy dried up in that shit town I wouldn’t blame him if he got it sucked from wherever he could get it. A guy needs it on the regular. Shit, I need it on the regular. Been without a good suck for over a week. You getting any action, bro?”

“Um… not really.”

“Aw shit, sucks, dude. I hear your town ain’t the hottest in terms of chicks, huh?”

“No, not exactly.”

“Yeah, same in Leesville. All the good chicks are taken. And the rest are butt-ugly. Jeez, this shit is making me horny,” Jackson said, looking down at his empty jager.

Nick didn’t say anything to that. He was starting to get uncomfortable and Jackson’s earlier question came back around: Where was Francis?

“You ever mess around with a dude before?” Jackson asked.

Nick answer was too quick. “N-no.”

Jackson was staring right at him.

He tried to deflect. “What about you?” Nick asked.

“Yeah. A couple. Gay dudes sure know how to suck cock. Gotta give ’em that. You ever had one suck you off before?”

“I said no.”

“Then you’re missing out, bro! Not to sound like a homo or nothing but… I’d take a good sucking from a dude over a chick any day. Although a tight pussy beats all.”

Nick finished the small bottle of vodka in his hand and continued to look down at the floor. He could still feel Jackson’s intense glare on him. This dude wanted to get blown.

“I’m gonna pee,” Nick said, hoping to lose Jackson on the way.

“Shit, good idea. I’ll come with.”

Nick clenched his fists. That’s not what he wanted. He walked slowly to the end of the large hallway, watching a man walkout of the restroom. A few women trickled out of their washroom before Nick and Jackson slowly made their way over. Nick tried to think of a way to escape but nothing came to mind.

Reluctantly, Nick found himself in front of a urinal. The other stalls were full so he couldn’t hide behind a door to escape Jackson’s side. And worst of all, Jackson chose the urinal beside Nick’s. There wasn’t a lot of privacy.

Nick was only too aware of the jock unzipping his pants. He was slow and deliberate, carefully pulling his swollen member out of his fly like a never-ending scarf from a magician’s sleeve. His thick, pink dick was uncut and half-hard, sticking out of his body like a third arm. It was a snake—a pink veiny python that flopped around like a dildo. The veins on Jackson’s dick were swollen, and a strand of what looked to be pre-cum oozed from his red tip. His dick was so big that Nick was able to make all of this out from the corner of his eye—without taking a direct look.

Nick’s own cock was beginning to harden at the fact that this huge dick was being paraded around beside him, but his fear of he situation caused him from getting a full boner. He tried to pee but for a horrible few seconds, nothing came out. The longer he stood there, trying to pee, the harder his dick got. And the sound of a hard stream of piss gushing out right next to him wasn’t helping him in any way.

“Fuck yeah, I was gonna burst,” Jackson said, his voice low. He shook his fat cock like it was a doggy toy.

Nick finally pushed the pee out of himself, holding his own dick with shaking fingers. It was taking all of him to prevent a full erection from sprouting out of his pants. He thought of the grossest things imaginable, but still, it didn’t help. There was a ripped jock right next to him with his massive cock out, half-hard, peeing at full force. And he was showing no signs of stopping.

That’s when it got weirder. Jackson gripped the length of his cock with a fist and began massaging himself, stroking back and forth with slow motions. He finished pissing but he still stood there, pleasuring his growing erection. His cock grew, thickening out to the size of a beer can while his head began to creep out of his tight foreskin. His dick was so heavy that even as his boner began to reach full mast, it hung downwards like a horse’s cock.

Jackson was an animal—a buck that was ready to rut and mate with whatever hole presented itself. Nick could’ve sworn that if there was a roll of toilet paper lying around, he would have stuck his pecker inside and fucked it till he came. Although, Nick realized that the man’s monster cock was far too wide to fit in a roll.

“Fuck…” Jackson whispered, his mouth open as he rolled his thumb over the wet bulb of his erection. He shook and slapped his manhood like a prime slab of meat, making the blue veins on his pale skin bulge bigger. More clear liquid, mixed with strains of a milky color, oozed from his flaring tip in huge loads. The splat of the wads of pre-cum that hit the urinal was loud enough for Nick to hear over the buzzing of the fluorescent bathroom lights.

Once Nick realized he had no more urine left in himself, he took the chance to run. He stuffed his own half-hard prick into his pants, not caring which way it went as long as he could zip himself up.

As he flushed the urinal and made to leave, Jackson’s hand latched onto Nick’s wrist and stopped him from moving.

“Where are you going?”

“T-to wash m-my hands…” Nick said, trying to pull his arm out from the man’s grip. “What are you doing? Let me go!”

“You’re staying right here…” Jackson whispered back, looking down at Nick with lustful eyes. One hand was still on his gargantuan tool while he pulled Nick back.

“Stop—what the fuck are you doing?” his voice got a bit louder but not enough to alarm whoever else was behind closed doors of the other stalls.

“You’re going to do what I want,” he murmured, now shaking his 10-inch boner like it was a prize he’d won from a fair. He presented it to Nick with a smirk. “I know you want this…”

“You’re crazy—someone will see us!” Nick tried to think of any excuse to get out of it—he couldn’t just tell Jackson that he didn’t want to do anything with him. If he hurt the man’s ego, who knew how he’d retaliate. He didn’t seem like the violent type, but with muscles like that, Nick had no intention of finding out.

“If one of them flushes, we can stop…” His grip tightened as he reined the teenager back in.

“I can’t…” Nick said, whimpering now as his legs shook. He couldn’t give in—despite whatever had happened in that hotel room, he still loved Francis whether or not Francis had lied to him. Jackson may have turned him on but the thought of doing anything with him would feel like the greatest betrayal to the man who had been there for him since Matt had left.

“Yes you can. You’re going to.”

“Stop, please!”

“You fucked Francis already, didn’t you? Did he get you on your knees? Or did he bend you over?”

“You’re drunk, stop it!”

In that moment, as Jackson wrenched his arms, Nick could think of no one but Francis. He didn’t care about Matt, Jackson, or any other dude for that matter. He thought only about the utter cruelty he’d be showing his boyfriend, his lover, by giving up and obeying Jackson’s commands.

“Get down on your knees for me…”

“NO!” Nick yelled, pulling his arm back in one final tug. He pulled too hard—falling backwards onto the floor as the bathroom door suddenly opened with a thud.

“I heard his voice—” Francis said, coming into the bathroom looking worried. He found Nick on the floor, fear and confusion all over his face as Jackson turned back towards the urinal.

“What—what happened? What’s going on?”

Jackson zipped his fly and faced Francis. “Nothing, bro. Nick just slipped, that’s all.”

Francis ignored him, not having noticed that he’d hastily stuffed his overgrown member into his pants. Francis helped Nick to his feet and putting a loving hand over his back.

“Are you okay?” he asked, inspecting Nick like he was a child, fixing his hair and picking dust from his face.

“Y-yeah… I’m f-fine.”

His big hands grasped Nick’s shoulders. He waited for a moment, as though he wanted to hug Nick, but Jackson was right there, and suddenly Matt was in the bathroom too. A man came out of the stall, flushing the toilet and taking a few seconds to look over the scene. He then ignored them and proceeded to wash his hands. He must have been on the bride’s side.

Then Francis hugged him. He didn’t care anymore, he was just glad that Nick was all right, and that he hadn’t tried to run away from him again.

“I love you,” Francis whispered. His hot, loving voice came to Nick’s ear, causing his legs to weaken and his waist to burn with intense desire. The way he said it, the tone of his voice and the hard gouges his fingers made into Nick’s body, made him realize that there was nothing fake or strategic about it. Francis genuinely loved Nick, more than Nick could even know. Relief washed over him. Not just because he understood his own stupidity but because Francis was here. Francis was here for him, ready to defend him. It would be all right, now. Everything would be fine.

Nick hugged him back, digging his face into the man’s warm chest. He didn’t cry, though he knew that had he been alone, he wouldn’t have kept his emotions suppressed. Not with Francis.

Nick rubbed his face into Francis’ chest as the man held him tight and nuzzled the top of his head with his chin.

“I’m sorry,” Francis said. “I shouldn’t have lied.”

Nick shook his head, letting him know it was fine.

Then they both let go, remembering that they were, in fact, surrounded by two dudes, and a complete stranger who was pretending to ignore what was happening behind him.

“What were you two doing in here?” Francis suddenly asked, looking at Jackson with an accusatory tone. Nick realized that Francis’ sudden anger was directed at his cousin, as opposed to Nick. Francis trusted him.

“What did it look like we were doing, dude?” Jackson shrugged, looking around him. “This is a bathroom. We’re taking a piss.”

“Are you drunk?” Matt’s voice came.

Jackson gave him a grin. “Just a bit of a buzz.”

“Stay away from Nick,” Francis blurted out, as though he knew what Jackson’s true intentions were.

“What?”

“You heard me. Stay away from him. He’s mine.”

Nick’s heart gave a flutter. He slipped his hand into Francis’, their fingers interlocked as the man tightened his loving grip.

“What, is he your fuck-buddy?” Jackson joked.

“He’s my boyfriend. So stay the fuck away from him.”

Jackson’s eyes widened. Matt’s mouth almost fell open.

“You—what?”

“He’s my boyfriend. And I love him. Don’t come near him again or else I’ll kick your fucking ass.”

With that, Francis took Nick out of the bathroom, past Matt and away from Jackson. Francis walked to the end of the hall with a quick pace, not daring to look back. Nick’s entire face had gone white and his body turned numb. Had Francis really just done that?

He could feel Francis’ quick heartbeats through the strength of his grasp on his hand. He brought Nick to the elevator and they both went inside, finally letting out a breath of relief once the doors closed on them.

“You—you just—”

“I know what I did,” Francis mumbled, not looking at Nick. His own body felt cold, and his shoulders were tensed. But he kept his hold on Nick.

“What if he tells?!”

“He won’t. Not unless his wants his ass beat.”

Nick’s heart was still pounding, much like Francis’.

“I love you,” Nick mumbled, looking up at him,

Francis smiled, holding his other hand and bringing him close. “I love you more,” he said, in a voice that sounded pleading, like asking for forgiveness one more time.

He pulled Nick in for a kiss, one hand on his back and the other on Nick’s waist. He pressed the teenager against his own body, smothering his lips with his own as their hot breaths hovered over the other’s face. Nick felt every muscle, every vein of Francis’ body against his own as they stood there, two people melting into one. He couldn’t comprehend the sensations of his man’s arms around him in a loving embrace, his hands reaching down to his ass, as though to claim Nick for his own. He was reminding him that Nick was Francis’ lover, and no one else’s.

Nick returned the kiss with eager passion, putting his arms around Francis’ neck. His fingers pulled on the back of the man’s neck, bringing his head close and showing him just how much he craved the taste of him. He wanted nothing more than just Francis.

Nick felt Francis’ manhood spur against Nick’s own, alerting him to how much he desired Nick. It made the teenager’s spine shiver to realize that he had found someone who yearned for him as much as he yearned for Francis.

Finally, with no small amount of reluctance, they both let go. They fixed each other’s hair, laughing a bit as they realized they both had boners.

“I’m sorry for running out. I should have given you a chance to explain.”

“Don’t be sorry, Nick. I should be the one apologizing. I should have just told you everything. But… I was scared you and Matt might still… y’know… have feelings or whatever.”

“I thought I might but—I don’t. I know that I don’t. I only want you. No one else. I love you.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“Huh?”

“Did Jackson push you or something? You’re shaking.”

“N-no, I’m fine, I slipped on some pee or something…” Nick lied, knowing that this was not the best time to tell the truth. He could do that later once Jackson was miles away.

“I almost fucking hit him. He didn’t do anything but—I would have.”

“He would have beat you…” Nick muttered.

“I don’t care. I love you.”

“I know you do. And you told everyone in that bathroom.”

Francis was silent, as if realizing that it could get out.

“Matt won’t say anything,” Nick assured him, recognizing the panic that spread across his boyfriend’s face. “He wouldn’t out you. He’s your brother.”

Francis thought about that. Out. So was he in the closet? Was he gay or bisexual? It didn’t matter to him, as long as he had Nick by his side. One thing was for sure: with the way he felt about Nick, he sure as hell wasn’t straight.

“Yeah, Matty won’t tell.”

“And I… I know he cares about me. Like as a friend. He wouldn’t want Jackson to hurt either of us so… he might get him to stay quiet.”

“I’ll fucking kill him if he says anything.”

“You and Matt can take him. Easy.”

Francis grinned. “Yeah, we could.”

“You don’t need to worry. It’ll be fine. No one will find out.”

Francis shook his head. “And fuck it if they do. I don’t even care. I love you and that’s all that matters. I want to be with you, Nick. And not be afraid of everyone else. If they find out, let them.”

“F-Francis… but your parents…”

He hesitated. He knew Nick was right but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“You don’t need to tell anyone else, Francis. You have to think about your safety. Where you’re gonna live, stuff like that. I told you I’m fine with keeping it a secret. Although… seeing you defend me like that was really something.”

He smiled again, holding Nick’s hand. “If anyone else finds out, so be it. But I’m not going to let that stop me from being with you.”

The elevator door opened, and they made it to the ground floor.

“C’mon, we’re leaving.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Let’s get the fuck out of here. I want to be with you. I want to fuck you.”

Nick’s cock jumped at that. “I don’t under—”

“You have a hard-on. Don’t you wanna fuck?”

“Francis, we can’t do that here—not again. We almost got caught upstairs…”

They stepped out of the elevator and into the foyer. “You didn’t answer the question. This morning you wanted me and I told you to wait but I can’t wait anymore. I don’t want a blowjob or a hand-job. I want you. All of you. And I want it badly.”

Nick blinked, realizing that Francis wanted to take him like a man takes his wife on their wedding night. The passion in his eyes; the look of hunger spread across his face and lips—it was same look Nick had seen after first returning from California. Francis had almost just lost Nick, and he wasn’t about to let their next few moments together go to waste.

“So, do you want to have sex?” he asked, ignoring the few pairs of eyes that gave Francis a polarizing glare.

“I-I mean… of course…”

“Then let’s go, baby. Matt and I heard the bride is running late. That gives us time to go and come back.”

“Where are we going?” Nick said, letting Francis grab his arm and lead him out of the hotel. He smiled: Francis was like an excited child tugging their parent along to show what they’d discovered.

“You okay with doing it in my truck? I don’t exactly have money for a room on me.”

Nick’s heart skipped several beats. He hadn’t done it in a car before. “Y-yes. That’s fine.”

He smiled. “Then let’s go.”

“But… what if someone sees us?”

“I’ll drive us onto a dirt road or something. We’ll be alone.”

“O-okay.” He couldn’t believe this. They were practically eloping for the sole purpose of sex. Nick couldn’t argue with that—seeing Francis defend him had ignited something inside of him and there was the undeniable fact that Francis in a tux was just about the hottest thing Nick had ever laid eyes on. And the fact that he could see the man’s boner tucked into one of his pant legs didn’t help the situation either. He still had a major case of blue-balls from seeing Jackson. However, as they went out the entrance, a familiar voice came back.

“Wait! You guys!”

They both turned around to see Matt sprinting towards them, red-faced and flustered. He must have taken the stairs in order to catch them.

“Where are you guys going?”

“Leave us alone, Matt.”

“Chill, dude! I-I just wanted to say… that I’m happy for you two. I’m not gonna say shit about it to mom or dad, or anyone else. And I made sure Jackson stays quiet too.”

They were both silent until Nick spoke first.

“Thank you.”

Matt gave him a charming smile, though keeping his distance. “You’re welcome. Are… you two leaving?”

“Yes,” Francis muttered, his tone softer now as his eyes smiled at his brother with silent appreciation. It took all of him not to break down at the sight of Matt’s love and generosity towards the both of them.

“Well… be back in time for the ceremony. Linda and the others will be here in a hour and I don’t want mom beginning to ask questions.”

“Alright,” Francis said, “We’ll be back before then.”

Matt nodded, giving the two of them one last admiring look, realizing they were holding hands. He gave them a smile, as though to say: You’ve got balls, Francis.

He turned back around and straightened his tux before heading back into the hotel. Francis and Nick grinned at each other, realizing their problems had disappeared. Then, they both ran towards Francis’ truck.

They buckled up as Francis started the engine and roared out of the parking lot, screeching into the road a little too fast. They were laughing and teasing each other as some stupid song played on the radio.

Nick continued teasing him, his hand finding its way over Francis’ crotch. He felt around for his shaft, rubbing the hardening skin once he found it. He reached further down and felt up his bulging scrotum, making the blood gush back down to his groin.

“Nick, not yet! I’m driving.”

“Just pull over, already. I want you.”

Francis smiled, though he kept his eyes on the road. “Just a bit further. We’ll be alone, and no one will bother us.”

Nick nodded, though he kept his hand on Francis’ crotch, telling Francis that it belonged to him. He continued rubbing him until Francis was erect again. His manhood belonged to Nick.

A minute passed before Francis made a sudden turn onto a dirt road and pulled to the side, where some trees hung overhead. He stopped the truck and then looked to Nick.

“You wanna fuck?”

Nick smiled. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

Francis immediately switched off the truck and threw his seatbelt off. Nick threw his own jacket away and began to undo his belt, adjusting his seat backwards so that there was room for the both of them. In a second, Francis was on him, slobbering messy kisses all over his mouth and then forcing Nick’s pants down his legs. Both of them were too eager to fuck to take their shirts off. Instead, Nick lay down with his back against the seat and felt Francis force his legs up into the air, so that his knees met his chest. He was so dominant and eager to fuck that Nick felt his own dick began to leak prematurely all over his stomach.

His puckering hole was exposed to Francis, and he smiled happily at the sight of savory pink. He pulled off his own belt and tried hard to undo the button to his pants. When it wouldn’t come off, he ripped the waist apart, breaking the zipper in the process, and then pushed his wet boxer briefs just below his balls so that his hardening cock was free.

Nick smiled at him, surprised by how desperate Francis was to fuck him. Nick giggled at the sight of his broken pants, and Francis couldn’t help but laugh either.

Francis arms came overtop of Nick, landing on the space beside his head. For a few moments, his body was overtop Nick’s and Francis kissed him once more. Then, he came off and focused his attention on his gaping ass.

“I have a condom around here somewhere,” Francis began.

“No,” Nick said, feeling up Francis’ muscular, hairy thighs. His hair got caught in Nicks’ fingers, and the boy’s gentle touch made the man weak. “Go in raw. I want to feel everything this time.”

Francis nodded. “Alright, baby.” He grabbed his cock and began to lead it to Nick’s hole, spitting on his dick in order for it to go in as smoothly as possible. Francis felt nervous, as if this was his first time. But he knew it was because it was the first time that they were about to fuck each other knowing how the other felt. Francis felt as if he had something to prove to Nick—to prove to him that he was a man enough for Nick, and that he was truly in love with him.

Nick grabbed his own balls with one hand and jacked himself slowly with the other as Francis spoke. “I’m going inside,” he warned him, his voice raspy and hot.

“Okay,” Nick replied. Francis’ arm came back beside him and Nick wrapped his legs slowly around the stud’s waist, the balls of his feet gently brushing against Francis’ bare ass.

When the hot tip pushed its way inside of Nick, he let out a high moan and banged his head against the cushion of the seat—there was something about Francis’ dick that pleasured him more than anyone else’s. Perhaps it was even more so now, since he knew Francis craved nobody but him; that his erection was throbbing not at the prospect of sex, but because Francis loved him as a person, and was desperate to please him.

“Am I hurting you?” Francis asked, concern in his voice. Every way he touched Nick was different now.

“No, it feels good,” Nick said, closing his eyes and feeling the jock’s dick throb inside of his ass. “Deeper.”

Francis pushed more of himself inside, groaning as Nick’s tight anus wrapped itself around his shaft. His soft flesh hit the tip of his dick and made him ooze pre-cum, and made his balls hurt.

“Oh shit,” Francis whispered, feeling his dick pulse violently inside of Nick.

“Oh god,” Nick moaned, “that’s so good.”

“You’re so tight.”

Nick smile at him. “You’re just really big.”

Francis laughed nervously, wondering if he’d be able to last for long. When he was halfway inside of Nick, he told him he was going to push harder.

“Do it.”

When Francis pushed, Nick squealed in pain and pleasure, but urged Francis not to stop.

“It’s only because it’s so tight in here,” Nick answered him, signaling the small space around them. There wasn’t much legroom with Nick’s back still against the lowered seat.

“I’ll go slowly, just for you,” Francis moaned, feeling the twink’s heart beating through the inside of his ass.

Nick felt the stud’s member shudder inside of him. Finally, Francis began to pull out, and then pushed back in, beginning to fuck him slowly.

“Uhhhhnnnnn…” he groaned, feeling Francis’ dick tense up. “Fuck!”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah. Keep going.”

Francis did it again, beginning to pick up the speed. He put his hand on the seat of the car and the other against his own ass, pushing himself into Nick’s asshole. He rhythmically pumped himself in and out, feeling the teenager’s body change to each motion and listening to him moan in exhilaration. His balls slapped hard against Nick’s ass, causing Francis to grunt in pain, and making Nick whine in pleasure.

“It feels so good, Francis.”

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Shit,” the jock sighed. “You’re tight as fuck.”

Nick had his hand to his dick and with his other, he felt up Francis’ hairy groin, pushing his way up through his shirt and rubbing the stud’s rigid six-pack. His abs were hard like rocks, and the soft hair over it felt nice against his fingers. There was sweat on his abdomen and as Francis picked up the pace, Nick closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, bracing through the pain. He wanted to please the man and let him do whatever he wanted.

“Uhhnn…” Francis moaned, suddenly slowing down. “Almost came.” He leaned over Nick and kissed him, then slobbered his lips over his chin and then down his neck. He moved his face over Nick’s chest, and began to unbutton his shirt, with his cock still balls deep inside of Nick, trembling with each passing second.

“Just rip it off,” Nick said, desperate to feel the jock’s touch on his skin.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, do it. I don’t care.”

In one swift motion, Francis ripped the twink’s shirt open, breaking the buttons and revealing his toned, sweaty body. Francis smiled at the sight of his skin, and immediately began kissing him. He licked his chest and sucked on his erect nipples, making Nick sigh out in bliss. Then, Francis moved down and kissed his abs, licking the sweat off of him and his pubes.

“Oh fuck me,” Nick moaned. “Just fuck me.”

He kissed the inside of Nick’s thigh and then pulled himself half out, and pushed back in hard.

“Uhn!”

Francis huffed hot air, pulling out again and ramming his cock deep inside. He grunted in pain, feeling the flesh of Nick’s anus clench tight around his throbbing member. He continued the motion, fucking Nick nice and deep, slapping his loose balls hard onto his ass. They dangled like balls on a chain, filling with semen as Francis’ hunger for him grew.

Nick was holding onto his butt cheeks with both hands, exposing himself to Francis like a whore. Nick was unable to jerk himself off with the pain of Francis’ 8-inch cock pummeling his asshole. He could feel Francis’ body shake and his deep, erotic groans made him seem like he was just a horny teenager, trying to breed with his bitch.

“You’re so hot,” Nick murmured, feeling Francis abs with his fingers and playing with his pubes.

“So are you,” he whispered back, taking Nick’s shoes off and pulling his pants over his feet. He threw them into the back seat of his truck. He ran his hands down Nick’s bare legs and squeezed his ass, plowing him hard with the length of his shaft. His groin smacked into Nick’s butt, turning it red. Then, Francis spanked him, putting handprints on his fat cheeks.

“Uhhn! Yeah, daddy. Just like that. Be rough.”

Francis’ dick rammed into him again, faster and faster this time: His cock was picking up speed and beginning to really pound Nick’s tight little ass. The fat meat rod penetrated Nick’s body deeper with each blow. It was so hot, warming Nick’s body up and making the friction of each other’s skin feel even better.

Nick’s waist trembled as the raging stallion cock rubbed against his prostate and its big head hit far up his asshole with a tremendous force. The jock was humping the teenager so hard, both arms latched onto Nick’s thighs, desperate to fuck something. He was breathing heavily against Nick’s face like a panting dog.

They looked into each other’s eyes as they fucked. Francis’ loose hair began to fall onto Nick’s face, brushing his skin and beginning to get soaked with both of their sweat. Francis didn’t even care. He just kept fucking Nick, keeping his feet planted on the ground and pushing himself deeper and deeper into Nick’s anus, desperate to fuck him. His cock was expanding and shaking inside of Nick, lubricating his walls. He was piling himself onto the boy like a horny animal, his pants bunched up around his ankles.

Francis kissed him hard. His spit entered Nick’s mouth and his soft lips squeezed the juices from Nick’s lips. Then, as he withdrew his cock from Nick’s asshole and slapped his hard rod against his balls, he whispered into Nick’s ear with his hot, horny breath. “Turn around. I wanna take you from behind.”

Nick nodded, smiling uncontrollably. The sight of his teeth also made Francis grin. “Okay,” Nick said. “Do it.”

Francis helped flip him over, spreading his hands up Nick’s shirt and feeling his smooth, toned back. He put his own body overtop of Nick’s, while his cock snaked in-between Nick’s legs and flopped against the teenager’s dick. The two hard members rubbed against each other, making the boys giggle. Francis breathed on Nick’s neck, sucking on his earlobe and kissing his body. Next, Francis’ rough hands came back around and played with Nick’s nipples, pinching them gently and playing with his pubes.

“Mmmmm, fuck,” Nick muttered, feeling Francis’ hard cock rub against his own, and his big hands caress his chest. His abs and groin were pressed against his back and ass, and his big pecs were digging into him. Both their balls were loose and hanging low, bumping into each other as Francis dominated him.

“Love it when you swear,” Francis said.

“Fuck me, daddy,” Nick answered, looking back at him and locking lips before saying it again, “Fuck me hard.”

“Grab onto the seat,” Francis commanded him.

Nick did as he was told, letting his man take over.

With one swift movement, he felt the jock enter him. Nick squealed in surprise, but more of pleasure than pain. He liked it rough. The weight of the man came over top of him and as Francis piled on even deeper, he felt the hunk’s fingers dig into the flesh of his waist, prepping him to brace himself.

Then, Francis began pounding away like a madman. He humped him over and over, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the truck like a broken CD. It was interrupted only by Francis’ own horny grunts and Nick’s muffled screams of ecstasy as he bit down into the leather seat like it was a gag.

“Fuck me!” his voice came, as his head began to hit the roof of the truck. Each thrust from Francis pushed his leaking penis further up into Nick’s body than the last time, and it pushed his entire body up onto the seat, despite Nick’s hard hold on it. The man was a force of nature, reckless when it came to getting his nut.

Each thrust also caused Nick’s head to hit the roof, like added pain for the thrill of the fuck he was getting from behind. Then, once Francis slowed down a bit, he realized he was practically launching his boyfriend off of the seat entirely.

“I’m hurting your head,” he murmured, still inside of Nick. He clenched his ass as his gentle voice whistled against the sweat on his neck.

“A little.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s fine. We can move.”

“I got it, wait.” He withdrew his cock and pulled up his pants a bit. He opened the door of the car and helped Nick outside. “Here.”

The cool air felt good on their sweaty skin. Francis stood on the dirt road, rubbing Nick’s butt as he positioned him.

“I have a better idea,” Nick suggested.

“What?”

“Fuck me on the hood of your car.”

Francis smiled. “You serious?”

“Yeah.”

“What if someone sees us?”

“There hasn’t been a car for a while. And we’ll duck if we hear one.”

Francis gave in. “Alright. Let’s do it.” The jock pulled up his pants and walked to the front of the truck with Nick, both their hard dicks waving in the air. Then, Francis pushed his pants to his ankles and looked at Nick hard, taking in the fact that from the waist down, Nick had nothing on but his socks. Next, Francis helped push Nick onto the front hood of his truck. The cool metal felt nice on Nick’s skin, and Francis’ rough, hairy legs against his gave him goose bumps. He was flat on his stomach against the truck, with his legs planted on the grill, in front of Francis’.

“You good, baby?”

“Yeah. Put it inside me.”

Francis smiled. “Then hold onto something,” he said, “because I’m gonna fucking pound you.”

Nick bit his lip, watching as Francis lined his fat, stiff cock to Nick’s asshole and began to push into him.

“Uhhhhhhhnnnnn!” Nick moaned, throwing his head back and feeling himself get thrown against the hood by Francis’ muscular groin. The rest of his dick came in with full force—Francis was horny and desperate to fuck.

“Oh fuck!” Nick yelled, barley able to breathe as the whole eight inches of his hard meat forced itself up into his anus, pulverizing his prostate and reaching the deepest part of his puckering hole. The thick pole slid easily inside, slicked with both their fluids. It was as hard as a rock.

“Shiiiitt…” Francis whispered, waiting for this dick to settle inside Nick’s ass. He breathed quickly for a while before drawing himself in and out.

“Uhhnnn… yeah, fuck me like that.”

Francis had his knees on the edge of the truck’s bumper, lined up on the outside of Nick’s tumbling legs. He lifted Nick’s ass with each pounding, pressing it against his own groin, and then, he began fucking him hard and fast. Francis was moaning and swearing under his breath like a teenage boy fucking for the first time.

Nick was groaning hard, screaming him not to stop like a little girl as Francis’ huge cock pounded him again and again, ramming him up his asshole. The throbbing shaft shot pre-cum inside of him, and Nick could feel it inside, slushing and squirting as the huge cock head came back again for more. Francis was so deep inside of Nick that he could feel the twink’s heart begin to beat even faster.

The truck creaked and rocked hard under both their motion as Francis grabbed Nick’s bright white ass and slammed it against his tanned tummy, rubbing the fat globes and spanking him.

“Uhhhnnn, yeah, fuck me like that, daddy,” Nick barely muttered, unable to talk while breathing so hard.

Francis couldn’t say anything. His moans and heavy breaths were loud enough to tell Nick he was enjoying every minute of it. Francis began thrusting hard and fast again, as if he were a dog mating with bitch in heat. He slapped Nick’s ass again, and then put his hands against Nick’s soft back, grabbing him by his shoulders and using it to push Nick hard against his cock as they fucked.

Nick almost yelled as the friction of Francis’ hot dick rubbed the inside of his ass. There was a fast jerking motion that slammed Nick harder into the truck as Francis pounded him even faster. Nick yelled in ecstasy as Francis groaned in pleasure. He let out a horny laugh and then kissed Nick’s bare shoulder, ripping his shirt off and kissing his face. They breathed on each other, feeling their bodies mold together, slipping and sliding against the other’s sweat.

Nick was in heaven. He could feel the giant cock fill up his ass while Francis’ thick pubes pressed against his cheeks. His big balls smacked into Nick’s own as he moved his waist in and out. The pre-cum of Francis’ dick leaked inside of him, and allowed the cock to move faster and harder. Nick arched his ass further, wanting to give his swollen balls breathing room, but Francis pushed Nick hard against the hood, fucking the little boy with wild, primitive instincts and pure power.

“I love you so much,” Francis said, leaning close and breathing into Nick’s ear. He squeezed Nick’s ass, holding onto it like a peace of meat. “You and your fat fucking ass.”

Nick laughed, moaning as he did. “I love you, Francis.”

“Yeah, you like that? You like my cock?”

“Yeaahhh daddy…” Nick groaned, feeling the thick meat tear in and out of his hole while Francis gripped hard with his big fingers. “I love your big fucking cock,” he said, lying on the hood as the hard, hotrod expanded his anal cavity and ripped through his entire body.

Francis was humping hard, pounding his piston-cock in and out like a pendulum. He didn’t say a word, panting quickly with short, shallow breaths. Sweat began to drip off Francis’ face and fall onto Nick’s neck. Francis slicked back his hair, using his sweat to keep it in place.

When Nick looked back to his lover, all he saw was Francis’ head coming up and down, his fat, pink lips wide apart and his eyes narrowed down on Nick’s face as he panted for air. The sound of the truck creaking, and the stud’s balls smacking against his ass, echoed across the deserted road. Francis’ desperate humping, his hard, heavy breaths and the horny, manly look he had was too much for Nick.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” His cock was pointed downwards on the edge of the good, hitting the grill each time Francis pounded him.

“Yeahhh, cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy. I fucking love you.”

Nick’s balls had been aching the entire time, squashed in-between his dick and Francis’ hard, muscular groin. But right then, he felt them sear in pain as they pushed a load of sperm up through his waist and into his dick. His member throbbed, jumping up into the air and shooting watery jets of cum all over the hood of Francis’ truck. The stream of hot, sticky semen continued, leaking across Nick’s cock and the front of the car with thick strands. Some caught Francis’ hairy thighs as the boy ejaculated, coating his legs in his boyfriend’s spunk.

“Uhhhnnn! Oh fuck!” Nick exclaimed, feeling his ass tighten.

Even as Nick came, Francis continued pummeling Nick’s hole, humping his ass and thrusting his cock deep inside him the entire time. “Arrrrggghhhh!” Francis groaned, feeling the twink’s ass clench hard against his cock, milking out every bit of sticky pre-cum inside the walls of his meaty flesh, and squeezing the dick’s veins shut with force. Despite the pain, Francis couldn’t stop himself from pumping in and out of Nick.

Nick’s ass shaking and squeezing Francis’ cock got the stud over the top. His hips bucked and his muscles flexed. With a huge jerk, his low, loose balls jumped. His groin convulsed and his dick turned numb with euphoria.

“I’m fucking cumming,” Francis said weakly, barely able to get his voice out.

“Cum inside of me!” Nick yelled back, feeling Francis’ balls contract. “Fill me, Francis!”

“Ohh fuck!” Francis pushed himself up onto Nick, squishing his whole body onto the hood. Huge, powerful pumps of hot cum filled Nick’s ass, bubbling and oozing. But nothing dripped out of his hole—Francis’ dick was too big for that. The jock kept thrusting, his thick hairy legs pressed against Nick and his hard nipples digging into his back. He kept Nick’s ass on his groin, still clinging on, fucking slowly and deep.

He clung to his boyfriend, his lover, their faces pressed onto the other as they made out with Francis’ manhood twitching and jerking inside Nick’s deepest, most private parts. They breathed heavily, taking in each other’s scent like inhaling from a cigarette. They were addicted to each other in the moment, relishing in the taste of their mouths. Francis began to soften inside of him, feeling Nick relax under his embrace as the throbbing pain of sex began to subside. Despite the pain of receiving all of Francis, Nick loved every moment of it. It swelled through his body like no other pleasurable feeling and knowing that he had serviced his man and gotten him over the edge was a more than satisfying reward.

When he finally let go, Francis pulled his dick out with a pop! Nick grabbed some cum as it dripped out, and licked it eagerly, tasting the jock’s warm spunk and swallowing what they had made together.

Francis looked at him. “Holy shit, babe. That was amazing.”

Nick nodded, smiling at him with a pink face. “That was the best, Francis.” He turned around, facing Francis with both their dicks still leaking.

Francis laughed a bit, and then him kissed again, the cum on Nick’s lips mixing with his spit and their mouths slobbering against each other. Their dicks had both softened now, though still swinging and brushing against each other.

“I love you,” Nick whispered to him, in between their sloppy kisses. He loved the way it sounded.

“I love you more,” Francis moaned, feeling Nick’s soft skin. “You wanna cuddle before we head back?”

Nick smiled, nodding his head. “Yes, please.”

Francis smiled. He stood over Nick for a while, his thick legs around his, and then continued to kiss him. Then, he decided it was time they headed inside. He pulled his boxer briefs back up and tucked his member in as best he could. Nick helped him, smiling as he held Francis’ soft cock in his hands. Francis buttoned Nick up and as they walked back to the door, he threw his pants into the backseat and handed Nick his briefs. He quickly put it on and then the two of them sat in the back of the truck, pant-less.

“I should clean that up,” Nick said, looking at the cum that still lay on the hood.

“I’ll do it for you,” Francis said, getting out of the truck with a box of tissues.

“Oh, alright. Thanks.”

Francis smiled at him, winking.

When he finished, Francis sat back inside and let Nick clamber onto him. They sat there with their bodies pressed on another, Francis’ arms tight around his boyfriend as they lingered in each other’s embrace.

“You broke your pants,” Nick suddenly said, also remembering a button or two fly off of his own shirt when Francis had ripped it off.

He laughed. “Who even gives a fuck, anymore. I’ll duct tape it, if I have to.”

Nick laughed at that, letting his head fall against Francis’ sweaty chest. “You’re such an idiot.”

He grinned. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

Nick nodded at that, letting his fingers intertwine with Francis’. “Yes. Yes you are.”


Nick and Francis’ relationship becomes more intimate – Chapter 13 – In the Hay


Over the next few weeks, Nick and Francis had grown inseparable. Francis would pick Nick up from school and sneak him into his bedroom where they’d hang out for hours on end. Nick would sometimes sleep over, telling his parents he was at a friends’ working on homework. Francis often got away with telling his parents that Nick was just a friend—convincing them that Nick was a workout buddy from the gym—but other times it was best just to sneak him up into his bedroom if he wanted to fuck his boyfriend’s brains out.

It was on an ordinary Saturday morning that two of them woke up together once the sun began to shine through Francis’ window.

Nick awoke in Francis’ big arms. Nick’s head was resting on Francis’ large pecs, and he could feel his boyfriend’s chest rise and fall with each breath as the morning light swept over them both. It was getting hotter with each passing day and Nick could feel a layer of sweat on his man’s chest, pressed up against his own face, as they both lay together, naked. Nick’s ear was also pressed against fuzzy body, so he could hear Francis’ heart beating.

One of the man’s legs was wrapped over Nick’s body, and Francis’ dick was pressed against Nick’s thigh. The overwhelming heat had melted them into one another, their skin sticky. Nick’s hand rested on Francis’ abs and as Nick rubbed his eyes, he kissed his boyfriend’s chest and nipples, feeling him awaken.

“Hey,” Nick smiled at him, feeling Francis’ grip around him tighten.

The jock smiled back at him, grinning widely and his face blushing. “Hey baby,” he said, his voice low and sleepy, and his breath hot against Nick’s face. The teenager felt so small and fragile in his grasp, and he wished he could keep him there forever. “You sleep well?”

Nick nodded. “Yeah.”

Francis kissed Nick, pressing his warm, wet lips against his boyfriend’s, licking his saliva and sucking on his mouth. His rough hands wrapped around Nick’s body, sliding down his torso and feeling his hard stomach and soft pubes.

Nick kissed back, putting his hands over Francis’ hard pecs and erect nipples. He felt his body, then put his hands to his back, feeling more veins and muscles ripple with each movement he made. His large, broad shoulders bulged as his big biceps came down on him. He grabbed Nick’s waist and rubbed his thighs. When Francis finally pulled his face away to take a breath, the both of them laughed at each other.

“I love you,” Francis mumbled, still a bit sleepy. He liked the way it sounded, and he felt so relieved that he could tell Nick the way he felt about him without having to be afraid of the consequences. Every time he said it made him happier.

“Love you too,” Nick replied. “You’re so cute when you’re sleepy.”

Francis laughed. His hair was messy and sticking up in the back, and his eyes were still half-closed. “You’re always cute,” he said, kissing Nick’s chest and then moving his lips toward his nipple.

“Uhhnnn… Francis…”

“Say my name, baby.”

“Francis… fuck…”

The jock kept sucking on Nick’s tit, putting his rough hands on his dick and beginning to slowly rub his shaft. It was already half-hard when they woke up, so getting it to full mast was an easy job.

Nick’s loins ached as his boyfriend’s hands enveloped him, and his lips latched onto his nipple. Once he was fully hard, Francis’ hands reached down past his balls and towards his point of pleasure, where Nick wanted Francis the most.

“Right there,” he moaned, asking the man to penetrate him.

Francis’ put his whole body over Nick, with his hand still at Nick’s asshole while his own hard cock bounced on top of Nick’s. “Yeah?”

Nick nodded, putting his hands through Francis’ hair. “Please…”

Francis grinned, reaching up Nick’s neck with his kisses until he had the boy’s face again. His boyfriend was begging to be penetrated. As their wet dicks leaked on one another, Francis put two fingers to Nick’s hole and began to push as far as he could reach.

“Uhhhh!” Nick felt the thick fingers probe his asshole, reaching for something too far up inside him. The way Francis forced his way into Nick was loving but eager, as though he couldn’t wait to please the boy. “That’s so good,” he murmured, feeling the jock ease in and out with his hand as he began slowly thrusting his pelvis against Nick’s crotch. Their cocks fought with each other like swords, pleasuring one another closer to climax.

Francis pushed in deeper one last time, making Nick yelp out in pleasure, before he pulled his fingers back out. He put them to his mouth, covering them in thick wads of saliva before he snaked his hand back around Nick’s ass, filling his anal cavity once more, adding another two fingers this time. Nick moaned loud enough for Francis’ parents to hear, had they been home. His stomach churned and his heart beat wildly. His penis was still fully erect, pressed hard against Francis’ own member and hairy six-pack of abs. He convulsed over the man’s arms and underneath his chest, euphoria surging through his limbs as Francis vigorously finger-fucked his asshole.

“Uhhnnn…” Nick groaned, feeling Francis’ big fingers fill him up until they were as far in as he could reach. His digits wiggled around and prodded his prostate, keeping Nick entranced in a spell. Francis watched as Nick’s face twisted and his mouth opened to whisper the man’s name.

“Francis… I’m close.”

“Cum for me, baby. I want to taste you after.” Francis muttered, his mouth still against Nick’s as they held onto each other. Francis took his fingers in and out, making the boy shake as he pressed him further down onto the bed with the full weight of his gargantuan body. The man’s boner was pushed up against Nick’s cock and stomach, near his ass, grinding into him and showing him how much he wanted Nick.

The teenager’s nipples were hard and his chest rose and fell quickly, sighing in satisfaction as the thick fingers dug deep into him. Francis sucked on his chest again, using his tongue to flick his nipples. His fingers went in even further, and Nick let out a squeal.

“You’re all mine.”

Nick felt himself melt and give way to Francis. He’d been holding his orgasm at bay for long enough but hearing the jock say those words in his deep, sleep voice made him lose all control. “I’m gonna cum,” he said, sighing as though he’d had the wind knocked out of him.

Francis gently gripped Nick’s nipple with his teeth, whispering into his chest. “Cum for daddy.”

“Ahh… ahhhh…” Nick’s body locked and then, realizing he was about to burst, Francis went down on him and put his entire face to Nick’s crotch. He took the boy’s cock in his mouth, plunging himself even deeper and digging his nose into Nick’s pubes. He held his balls firmly between his fingers, waiting for his boyfriend to spill inside his mouth.

“Ohhh shit! Oh shit! Fuck…” Nick whispered, his voice barely audible as Francis’ mouth drained him of his energy. His hips bucked again, thrusting himself into the man’s mouth as he felt his cock shake and tremble, reacting violently to every bit of Francis’ tongue. It rolled against the throbbing vein of the thick shaft, and he swallowed the semen that burst out from the big pink tip.

The man’s nose and face slammed hard into Nick’s hairy groin. Francis could see the boy’s arms flexing hard as he swept his hands through the man’s hair, feeling his face against his groin. Feeling the jock’s big, rough hands on his soft thighs and firm ass made his boner swell up even more.

“Uhhhnnn! Francis, oh shit!” Nick’s body bucked, and he shoved his dick far into Francis’ mouth. Watery spurts of cum shot out of his tip, filling his boyfriend’s gullet and dripping down his eager lips. Nick sighed out weakly, falling back onto the bed as he ejaculated into the jock’s face. Francis continued to suck on his member, licking up his cum and swallowing everything that leaked out of his tip.

“Uhhnn… Francis…” Nick said, feeling his boyfriend’s powerful swallows. He wanted every part of Nick inside him.

His face eventually came back—a messy grin and cheerful eyes as cum stained his mouth and chin. He didn’t wipe it off anytime soon.

“You taste so good.”

“Did you cum?” Nick asked him.

Francis shook his head. “Not yet.”

Nick closed his eyes, feeling Francis snake himself over his body. He wanted more still, and Nick was eager to give it to him. “Then fuck me,” Nick begged him. “In my mouth.”

Francis rubbed his hard cock all over Nick’s body. “You sure?”

He nodded. “Fill me with your cum, babe.”

Francis grinned, turned on more than ever to hear the boy say it. His whole crotch came down over Nick’s face as his body clung to the wall. His muscles stretched as his arms gripped the headboard. Nick took the man’s throbbing cock to his mouth, guiding him close. Then, Francis inserted himself inside.

He stuffed his warm, pulsing cock inside Nick’s mouth. The hard dick went inside of him with little warning, hitting the top of his mouth with it’s rigid head and then rubbing the rest of his insides with it’s smooth slippery shaft.

“Take that cock, baby. Take it all in.”

“Mmmm…” Nick said, tasting the hot, salty rod inside him. It pulsed hard and trembled against his tongue, jerking wildly as Nick slobbered himself all over it.

“Damn… fuckin suck that cock, Nick.”

Francis was moving his hips, letting his dripping member slip in and out of Nick. He guided Nick’s head, letting the boy suckle on his cock. It was leaking pre-cum onto his tongue, and his low-hanging balls began smacking into his face. The dirty, manly smell of nuts slapping into Nick’s chin was erotic and intoxicating. His dick-head was red hot, hitting the back of Nick’s throat and filling him up with each forward movement of his pelvis. He was Francis’ bitch in that moment, taking his cock like a shameless slut. And Nick was a slut. He was Francis’ slut.

“Fucking take that, babe.”

Nick moaned, feeling a hand grab some of his hair. He liked it when Francis got rough. The man caressed his face before jerking him around a bit, causing Nick to murmur more profanities. Francis went all in again, impaling the teenager with his veiny, 9-inch cock. Nick moaned in surprise, but the thick dick choking his mouth muffled his voice. The man’s penis felt so good inside of him, and his head swallowed his shaft hole, welcoming it into the depths of his throat.

“Yeah… take daddy’s cock, baby,” Francis groaned.

Nick hummed in pleasure, trying to take more of Francis’ boner as he pushed himself even deeper inside. There was nothing Nick could do to take more of his penis—his hands were pressed up against his waist, grasping at his ass and pulling more of the man inside of him as he plunged deeper.

Francis stayed overtop his head, grabbing his hair gently and maneuvering up and down on his cock, mirroring his own motions. The boy’s neck was careened upwards with a warm, smooth dick in his mouth, pulsing hard and expelling jizz onto his face and tongue. He felt the pain coursing through his body, but it felt so good servicing his boyfriend and feeling the strongest and most intimate part of his body tremble and throb inside of his mouth.

Francis threw his head back, moaning silently as Nick serviced the head of his penis. Nick used his tongue to rub the top of the man’s dick, and he had his lips pursed tight against the shaft, trying to milk the fat member of all its cum.

“Oh man… shit…” Francis groaned, rubbing his tight, sweaty abs. His thick, hairy thighs were on either side of Nick’s head, pulverizing his face as he attacked him. Francis let his cock choke the hungry mouth, filling him to capacity. His big, sweaty balls hung low underneath, still slapping against Nick’s neck as Francis put his hands around Nick’s head and began thrusting his groin hard against his face. He was getting closer now, nearing his climax. Nick groaned at this, pressed against the bed and letting the man get his nut inside of him.

“Shit, suck my cock, Nick. Suck it good.”

Nick looked up at his face, watching the large man close his eyes in ecstasy and begin to sweat as he worked hard to put his wet member inside of the teenager. His abs were flexing, and his arms bulged with muscle as he held onto Nick. His nipples were hard and his rigid pecs were drenched in a film of sweat, making his smooth, tanned body look like that of a god.

“UHN!” Nick exclaimed, as his boyfriend thrusted into him hard, grabbing Nick by the head and piling himself inside. He put his fingers through his hair next, slowly taking his dick out and then shoving it back inside.

Nick felt a violent surge sweep through the two hairy thighs that caressed the sides of his head. The surge leapt from the stud’s balls and into his groin, filling up his dick and making his whole body shiver. Then, with a loud groan, Francis came into Nick’s mouth.

“Uhhhnnn! Fuck!” he yelled, still thrusting his groin into the boy’s wet hole, closing his eyes and letting the wave of ecstasy take him away. Nick’s mouth was his heaven, and he wanted to enjoy every bit of it as his dick unloaded his spunk.

Hot, sticky wads of cum shot into Nick’s gullet, lubricating his throat and filling his mouth with fresh, steaming sperm. The thick, creamy substance was no longer salty like the stud’s pre-cum, but was instead sweet and smooth, gorging his mouth to capacity as three more fat loads followed the first two. Francis’ dick kept shaking, while he continually thrusted himself inside, keeping his muscular thighs clamped tight around Nick’s head. He moaned and rubbed his stomach, running his hands through his pubes and then through Nick’s hair as he ejaculated, and his balls emptied inside of him.

“Fuck…” Francis moaned, letting his head fall downwards to face his boyfriend. He stroked his cock as it leaked the last of the white, creamy spunk into Nick’s mouth, now some leaking onto his lips. Nick took the man’s cock in his hands and let the softening member smack into his face a few times, and then he wiped the remaining cum off his face and licked it from his hands.

Francis collapsed beside him, breathing hard and quickly. Nick was also trying to catch his breath, swallowing what his boyfriend had left inside of him. The man grinned at him, his face flushed and sweaty, as he licked Nick’s face and took his mouth into his. Their tongues fought with each other and Francis got to taste himself, inside of Nick’s mouth. He took Nick’s body in his arms and him there, the full weight of him on the teenager.

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

They shifted in bed until Nick’s head was lying next to Francis’ armpit. He played with the man’s chest hair, feeling his taut muscle and the heat of the testosterone that coursed through his heart, beating powerfully.

“I wish we could lie here all day,” Nick said to him.

“And fuck twenty-four seven?”

Nick laughed, nodding his head. “And fuck twenty-four seven.”

“I don’t think I have that much cum in me,” he joked.

He shook his head, sliding his smooth thigh over top Francis’. “I know you do.”

“Maybe,” he chuckled.

“Remember when your parents had to visit your aunt? And we spent the whole day in your room? Naked?”

“And sweaty. Yeah I remember.”

“I wish everyday could be like that,” Nick told him. “Just us. Alone. As naked as we want to be. As free as we want to be. In bed together or on the sofa. Mine skin pressed on yours, and yours on mine.” He felt Francis’s grip around him tighten, as if trying to comfort him.

“Is that really what you want? Just us together?”

“More than anything. Don’t you?”

Francis stared at him, his eyes glinting. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly.”

Nick sighed. It was just a daydream, one he knew they couldn’t hope to have—not until far off in the future at least. His best moments with Francis had been when they were alone, just the two of them, with no one to come in-between to bother them. And yet, they always live din fear of being caught—someone walking in, Francis’ parents returning, Nick’s parents catching them together, or maybe someone they didn’t even know staring at them in a suspicious way, as though to wonder if they were gay. Nick wished they could be free of all that, if only it were possible.

“When do your parents come back?” Nick asked him.

Francis glanced at his watch. “Soon. Twenty minutes or so.”

Nick sighed again. They had twenty more minutes to live in their fantasy. Until the next time they were able to sneak in some private time, like thieves in the night.

“Get dressed,” Francis suddenly said, nearly jumping out of bed.

“What?” Nick asked, startled.

“I’m taking you out of here. C’mon. Put on some pants.”

“Francis—what are we doing?”

Francis didn’t bother putting on any underwear. He just slipped on some jeans and then opened up a window, trying to figure out how hot it would be. He left his plaid shirt on the floor of his room.

“I’m giving you what you wanted. It’ll be just us. The entire day. We can get out of here and be alone.”

Nick was skeptical. He drew the sheets to his chest, covering his naked body. “Where can we go to be alone? The lake will be crawling with people in this weather. And the river won’t be any better.”

“We aren’t going to the lake. C’mon babe, get dressed. Just trust me.”

Nick frowned. He didn’t like not knowing what was going on, but he trusted Francis with his life. So he did as the man asked. He put on his jeans and grabbed the first shirt he could find, going commando.

“Leave it,” Francis told him, looking at the cotton-T. “It’s hot out.”

Nick smiled. “Okay.”

They both trotted downstairs and out the front door, already feeling fresh sweat run down their faces and bodies as the sun beat down on them. Francis took Nick’s hand and led him out around the house until they were at his family’s stables. The horses had already been fed that morning, but Nick realized that they must have been there for some other reason.

“You ridden one before?”

Nick’s yes widened. “N-no.”

Francis grinned. “You can share with me.”

“Okay.”

“First,” he said, shuffling around in a rotting wooden closet inside the humid stable. He took out some long tubes of cloth, which Nick eventually recognized.

“It’s better if you wear these the first time you go riding,” Francis told him. “So you don’t hurt your legs or anything.”

“Chaps?”

He nodded.

“I’d like to see you in nothing but chaps,” Nick joked.

Francis laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t want to bruise my balls before I get to fuck you again today,” he joked.

Nick blushed, although he wasn’t surprised at Francis’ incessant hunger for him. His man had a big appetite, and a driving force behind him that turned Nick on.

Francis his pair of chaps over his jeans with ease, then helped Nick with his. They both struggled with it, laughing at each other, until finally Nick had his on properly. Francis grabbed a cowboy hat from the pantry and put it over his head, before grabbing a saddle to place over one of their horses. He chose a large brown stallion with sleek fur and a long, messy mane. It was a well-groomed animal, but Nick could tell there was still a certain wildness to it. It must have been Francis’ favourite horse.

Nick watched Francis move, his legs pumping through his tight jeans and the loose chaps swaying around him like it was water. His naked back rippled with muscle as he secured the saddle around the horse, sweat dripping down his spine. From there it slid into the intoxicating well of his waist that lead straight to the muscular, meaty cheeks of his herculean ass.

His jeans sat low on his waist, barely held up by his belt. It was enough for Nick to see the v-line that lead to his crotch and the very base of his dick, though there was too much hair down there for Nick to actually see anything. The rest of his hairy body was slicked back with sweat, causing his smooth, pale skin to glisten like marble.

Francis lead the horse out of the stable and then showed Nick which leg to use first when getting on top. Francis climbed the horse first, and then helped Nick get on top with him. He sat in front of Francis on the saddle—it was meant for one person but there was enough room for the both of them. He could feel his boyfriend’s muscular legs caressing the back of his own, and the man’s crotch was pressed up against his lower back.

Francis’ tone, wet torso was hugging Nick’s spine as the two veiny arms came around his chest and held onto the reins of the horse. He was in the man’s arms, feeling him breathing gently and his heart pound with excitement. Their bare bodies clung to one another, their sticky skin acting like glue, as Francis began to lead the horse up a dirt trail.

“This is weird,” Nick said, feeling the horse’s broad body spread his legs around it uncomfortably. He hoped he wouldn’t be sore by the afternoon.

“First time is always weird, you’ll get used to it. It’s not unbearable, is it?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“No, it’s fun. Smoother than I thought.”

“That’s cause you’re with me.”

Nick laughed, pushing back a little to press himself further up against his body. “Everything is more fun with you. Are you still not gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Nick rolled his eyes, smirking. He let Francis tighten his grip around him with his arms. “Go slowly, though. I don’t wanna fall off.”

“You won’t! I’ve got you, babe.”

Nick found himself having to trust Francis again, but with the man clinging tightly onto him, it was difficult to do. He let go of some of his fear and relished in the moment they were sharing together as the horse picked up speed along the trail. Wind was beginning to flutter across their faces and warm, sticky bodies, and their giggles accented the galloping of hooves.

Nick watched the landscape melt away around him, and soon Francis’ house and the river besides it disappeared far behind them. They came across long empty fields that stretched along the vacant road that lead into the city. Soon enough even the road disappeared, and all that Nick could see in every direction was the yellow-green of dried grass on the endless fields, and the harsh blue of the summer sky.

It was even hotter now that they were away from the waterside, and the sun was higher up in the sky. Francis gave Nick his hat to keep cool, but they became more wet, stick and pungent, although neither of them seemed to mind. Not even the horse.

About half an hour later, after taking a few breaks and telling one another really bad jokes, Nick thought he saw something on the horizon.

“Does someone live out here?” he asked, making out what looked like the shape of a house.

Francis shook his head. “No one lives out here.”

“Well, how much longer till we get where we’re supposed to go? I can’t take any more of this heat, Francis.”

He cocked his head towards the house. “We’re here.”

“What? You mean there?”

He nodded. “Yeah. This is it.”

They came across a small, two-story house that looked completely abandoned. Window shutters hung crooked, broken windows were boarded up, weeds and grass and grown overtop the wooden stairs and balcony, the paint and peeled off and greyed, the roof was filled with patches of broken or missing tiles and the wire fence that surrounded the land had been snapped and trampled on. It almost looked haunted.

“Are you bringing me here to kill me?” Nick joked.

“If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it when we’d gone camping in the middle of nowhere.”

He laughed at that. “True.”

There was a small stream that went along the back of the house, and a large stable that looked equally worn down. Francis led the horse over the water, helping Nick down, before they tied it to a fence post.

“What is this place?” Nick asked him.

Francis took him to the front porch, inspecting the boarded up door. He pulled at one plank, taking a few tried to pry it off. Then, he did the same to the other three. His biceps bulged and his veins popped. Watching him wrestle with the wood turned Nick on. Finally the door came free, and Francis opened it carefully, realizing how loose it’s hinges had become.

The inside of the house was dark and dusty. There was debris everywhere but the walls, stairs and foundation were all intact. It was in good condition, despite the horrible mess.

“Francis?” he repeated.

“Take your clothes off.”

“Huh?”

“Do it.”

“Francis… I don’t wanna have sex in there…”

“We’re not gonna have sex in there.”

Nick hesitated, not sure what was going on.

Francis sighed. He undid his own chaps, unbuckled, and then pulled his jeans down. He kicked his shoes off and just like that, he was completely naked. “There. Now you.”

Nick did as Francis asked, though slowly. He took off his hat, his chaps (with some help), and then pulled off his shoes and jeans. Now they were both fully nude.

“See? Nothing happened. The world didn’t end,” he said.

“I don’t get—”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be naked together. All day. And completely alone.” He waved his arms around, indicating that there was absolutely no one around for miles. His body was shimmering with the layer of sweat, causing Nick’s cock to stir. Francis himself was already half-hard at the sight of his boyfriend.

Nick nodded, realizing Francis was right. It suddenly felt great—they were both naked, just as Nick liked, and there was no one around to judge them. It felt as good as Nick and Francis’ date on Easter, when they’d snuck out of the church basement and went skinny-dipping in the river. However, Nick didn’t understand why Francis had brought him to this particular place, and he didn’t even know what this place was.

Francis saw the confusion on his face and answered. “This is my place. But it can be ours.”

“Huh?”

“It’s mine. The house, the barn, the land—it’s all mine. This place used to belong to my grandfather. My brothers and I would sneak out and come here to spend time away from our parents—they were strict and though my grandfather was very religious, he was always loose and free with us. He’d let us do whatever we want and we used to go swimming in that stream out back in the middle of the night. Whenever our parents didn’t want us swimming at home, we’d come here, take off all our clothes and enjoy ourselves. No rules, no judgment—just free. And I want that with you.

“My grandfather died when I was sixteen. He knew my brothers and I loved this place a lot more than my father ever did so instead of giving it to him, he left it to Matt. My dad had it legally until Matt was old enough to own it but since then, he left for California and said I could keep this place instead. I never thought much of it because, well, this place is a dump. There are no fields I can use for crops, the lands for cattle to graze is all a mess, and the whole place itself is a wreck, which is why I wanted to inherit my parents’ farm instead. My dad never had any intention of fixing this place and in all honesty, I was thinking of selling this so I could pay for tuition to go to college.”

“You were gonna sell this place?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve had this place to myself since Matty went away but I never used it for anything. Him and I used to talk about fixing this place ourselves but he basically lives in Cali now so that won’t happen anytime soon. And my dad still doesn’t want to waste his time on this old thing. I didn’t know what I was going to do with it but ever since I thought about going to college, I though it could be of some use.”

“You don’t have to sell this place, Francis,” Nick said, coming close enough to him to hold his hands. “You can take out a loan to pay for college—maybe your parents will pay for some if you ask them! But I don’t want you to lose this place if it means so much to you.”

“I’m not gonna sell it anymore,” he said, returning Nick’s gaze.

“You’re not?”

“No. Because I have you.”

Nick stared at him, a bit confused.

“You said you wanted us to be together. Alone. Free. In bed or on a sofa. We can have that here. Just the two of us. Away from everyone and everything. Even if just for the summer—we can still have a life here.”

Nick’s heart began race, and his fingers were trembling. “W-what… are you saying?”

Francis gripped his shoulders, rubbing his arms. “Nick, do you want to move in with me here? We can rent an apartment for a few months while we fix the roof but once that’s done, we can live together here. I mean—if you want to. I don’t want to force you to leave your parents’ place and, well, I don’t know if you could even bear to spend that much time with me and—”

“Yes!” Nick yelled, engulfing Francis in a hug as he threw himself at him. Francis almost jumped, surprised for a few moments, before he returned the embrace and held him tight in his grip. “Yes, yes, yes. I’ll move in with you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes!”

“Nick—are you sure?”

“Yes, stupid!” Nick repeated, smothering his face into Francis’ chest. “I want to move in with you.”

Francis was overwhelmed with disbelief for a while before it really began to dawn on him that Nick had said yes. He gripped the boy tighter, holding him in his arms and rubbing his face into Nick’s hair. They stood there, in a naked embrace, for a good while before breaking it. Francis stood there and looked at Nick, eyes red. “I love you.”

Nick kissed him, feeling his hot, wet tongue engage with his own while their bodies melted into one another. “I love you too.”

Francis picked up one of Nick’s legs, bringing it to his torso as his hand reached around to grab the boy’s ass. He held onto it firmly, claiming Nick for his own as the boy clung to him.

“I love you even more,” he whispered, his stubbled face grinding into Nick’s. Their wet torsos rubbed on one another and their hardening dicks fought like swords. Before Nick even knew what was happened, Francis picked him up and the boy wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, letting him carry him to where ever he wanted.

“I want you,” Nick begged, his loins aching at the thought of feeling the man’s member harden beneath him. His feet felt Francis’ amazing ass, desperate to hold it, to grasp at it, to bury his face in that ass, for that ripe, pink fruit to be all his.

“Where do you wanna do it,” he asked Nick, well aware now that nothing now could stop them from making love.

“Not the house.”

“On the grass?”

“No, it’s too rough.”

“The stable, then,” Francis said. “There’s hay in the loft. It’s soft there.”

Nick nodded, letting the man take him to the barn. They passed the horse, and then scrambled into the empty barn. Nick raced up the ladder to the upper level of the barn, followed closely by an excited Francis. They giggled and laughed as Francis tried to bite Nick’s ass on the way to the second floor.

Once they’d made it to the hayloft, where some sunlight came down through the holes in the roof, Francis pushed Nick down into the yellow straw. Nick lay there, waiting for the man to come onto him. Francis crawled overtop, biting his lower lip as he felt the boy’s soft, hairless skin graze his own rough body.

Nick could feel Francis’ fingers all over his body, grasping at his skin in desperation. They were stuck on one another, their skin sticking together, and their wet, hardening cocks tousling with each other. Francis put his big, beefy arms around Nick’s waist, holding him down.

“I wanna be with you,” he said pursing his soft lips as he spoke. “Here. Forever. Just the two of us.”

Nick felt so warm in his embrace, and his soft, warm skin was tight around his body. He felt him blushing as though this was the first time Francis had ever touched him, as though Nick had never been touched by any man. Only Francis could make him feel that way—the unrelenting excitement in his gut that made his skin tingle and his toes curl.

“Be with me, then,” Nick begged him, his voice filled with lust.

Francis’ lips came onto his face hard and fast, sucking on him. His hands circled his waist until them cupped Nick’s ass, rubbing his cheeks. Francis breathed on him, pushing his growing bulge against Nick’s stomach and digging his nipples into Nick’s chest. Francis licked the spit and sweat off Nick’s mouth, pressing hard on him. It felt so hot to have Francis eager to kiss him, and to know that he so desperately wanted more. The man was breathing heavily, and he was getting rough. Nick asked him to be rougher, wanting to feel just how much Francis wanted him—to know just how fierce his love for him was.

“You always taste so good,” Francis said, finally taking his mouth off Nick to breathe. “My favourite flavor.”

Nick smiled at that, feeling warmth spread through his chest. “And you’re mine.”

Francis gave him a horny smile back, saliva smeared across his mouth. He then plunged his face back in, grabbing Nick’s leg with his rough hands and picking it up so it brushed against his side. He rubbed Nick’s ass again, squeezing his tight flesh. He grabbed handfuls, spanking him and spreading his cheeks apart. Then, he picked Nick up, lifting him into the air while his huge cock settled beneath Nick’s ass.

Nick wrapped both his legs around Francis, letting the jock hold him up in his strong arms. He could feel Francis’ dick pulsing right beneath his ass, and the muscular torso pressed against him was rising and falling with eager anticipation.

Francis laid him on top of a softer, bigger pile of hay, as he climbed over top of the boy. He still held onto him, kissing his mouth and then trailing down his neck, his chest, and down his faint happy trail…

“Don’t,” Nick begged, unable to bear the sensation of the man’s mouth on his cock again. He’d cum instantly and then it would be over. Instead, he wanted Francis inside him. “Just fuck me.”

“Okay, babe.”

He felt the stud’s hands rub up his bare thighs, pushing his legs apart and snaking his fingers to his crack, looking for the tight hole of pleasure that throbbed for his member. “You want my cock, baby?”

“Yes, daddy,” Nick muttered, feeling the jock’s push Nick’s legs up into the air, beginning to poke at his hole.

“I don’t have a condom…” Francis’ deep voice came.

“You don’t need one.”

“Okay.”

Francis went down on him, sticking his tongue out and lapping the sweat of his hairless, pink cunt. He was kissing Nick’s asshole, sucking on his flesh and then trying to push in as much of his tongue into the hole as he could.

“Fuck…” Nick moaned, as Francis’ hot, wet mouth worked his anus. Francis sucked on him for a bit, licking his crack and moving his head back and forth. Nick started to groan while his body writhed in pleasure. Nick could feel the man’s cock leak jizz everywhere.

“I’m so horny for you,” Francis said to him, spreading Nick’s legs apart. Then, he waved his raging, nine-inch dick around in the air. Strands of pre-cum fell on Nick’s pubes.

“Just fuck me,” Nick muttered, rubbing his own dick. He stuck his legs up, showing Francis his gleaming, pink hole once again.

Francis was got horny looking at the twink expose himself to him. The sunlight that poked through overhead was warming them up, and their sticky bodies still slid off each other in pleasure with every touch. Francis spit once on Nick’s hole, and again on his own cock. He stretched his foreskin down, rubbing the saliva all around his shaft. Then, he began stroking Nick’s crack with his dick.

“Uhhnn…”

“I love that ass of yours so much…” Francis said, bleary-eyed at the hole before him. The heat was getting to him, but the idea of penetrating the tightest part of Nick’s body, and that Nick wanted that more than anything, always took him by disbelief. The boy was his, and he belonged to the boy.

Francis began to press his head inside of him. “Shit!” Nick yelled. “Oh my fucking god…”

Francis drove himself deep inside, throwing caution to the wind. He didn’t care about going slow: he just wanted to fuck.

“Fuck, Francis!”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine. Keep going.”

“You sure?” he asked, rubbing Nick’s thighs.

“Yes, baby. I love you. I want you,” he whispered to him.

Francis went deeper, touching his groin against Nick’s butt and brushing his pubes against his skin.

“Oh shit!” the boy moaned.

He put a hand on Nick’s leg and another on his stomach, keeping him close as he pushed on his puckering pink hole. Nick grabbed fist-fulls of gay, gritting his teeth as he braced through the pain. Then, a sigh of pleasure escaped Nick’s mouth when Francis stopped shoving himself deeper in. But without warning, Francis pulled out half his cock and then began to drive it back in his ass, beginning to fuck him hard.

“Uhn! Fuck!”

“Damn, baby…” Francis pulled out and then ploughed Nick’s hole once more. He kept hold on Nick’s body, feeling the tight, hot flesh around his shaking cock.

Nick could feel the raging cock climb deeper inside him, making his insides throb and his legs quiver as Francis struggled to keep hold. He felt Francis’ groin smack into his ass again, and then his balls came flying in too.

“Fuck, go faster,” Nick said.

“You’re so tight, Nick. I love you.”

He threw his head back, wanting more of the man inside of him. “Fuck me, Francis. Fuck me hard. And faster.”

Francis got faster. He stopped pulling out so much and just kept his crotch inches away from Nick’s ass. He humped Nick like eagerly, holding onto his two thighs and driving him up and down the grassy floor. Francis kept it coming, fucking his hole over and over. He made huge smacking sounds as he slapped himself against Nick’s big, bare ass. He drove himself deeper and deeper, harder and harder, while Nick writhed in pleasure with his eyes closed. He moaned profanities, as loud as he could manage and for once, Francis didn’t have to stop him. His own horny grunts and groans were like ecstasy to Nick’s ears. He had made Francis weak with his body, and the man didn’t care about exposing that to him. They gasped loudly together, no longer afraid of being found out.

Nick sighed loudly as the friction of Francis’ hard dick rubbed on the inside of his ass. The stud’s fast jerking motion slammed Nick harder into the hay as the stud picked up speed. Nick yelled in bliss, and Francis groaned in pleasure. He spanked the boy’s tight ass as Nick’s legs waved into the air, bouncing off Francis’ large, meaty pecs and his broad, muscular shoulders.

Nick was enjoying every moment of Francis’ cock thrusting into him. He could feel the giant member up his ass while Francis’ long pubes slapped against his cheeks repeatedly. The jock’s big balls smacked into Nick’s crack, spanking him as hard as Francis’ hands did. Francis’ pre-cum leaked inside Nick’s ass and allowed his member to move faster and harder with each horny thrust. Nick arched his back as the stud pushed in into him, grinding Nick’s prostate and stabbing his bladder over and over again.

“Ohhh, Francis! Fuck!”

“Take my cock, Nick,” Francis whispered, his voice raspy and strained as he drilled the boy’s tight hole. “Take all of it.”

“Oh god… Francis! Oh god…”

“Fuuuucckkkk…” Francis whined, fucking Nick faster and faster, penetrating his anus with fast, horny thrusts and piercing the boy’s flesh with his hard, muscular cock. He latched onto Nick’s body, fucking him with full force and salivating over his lips. Nick moaned and yelled as the stud drove himself inside hard, forgetting about his own pain and concentrating on the Francis’ raw, manly pleasure. He was mating with a tight, throbbing hole, like an animal in the wild. Testosterone coursed through his veins and his manly instincts took over. But before he could spill his seed inside Nick’s ass, he slowed down and paced himself, trying to clench his dick and stop himself from bursting.

“SHIT!” Francis shouted, feeling the teenager’s hole tighten around his rigid shaft. But Francis had control over his body for a few moments and pulled out, trying not to cum. It worked, and soon he was kneeling in from of Nick’s pink hole with his fat nine-inches of cock shaking in pleasure. “I almost came, babe…”

Nick was trying to catch his breath again as the pain of Francis’ erection left his body. The man’s urgency to fuck was something he loved to see more than anything.

“Let me ride you, on top.”

Francis smiled. “Okay.” He took Nick, lifted him up and planted the twink’s ass firmly on his boner as he rolled around in the hay.

“Yeah, take my dick, baby,” he said, lying down on the soft hay, putting his arms behind his head and exposing his hairy, armpits. His thick pecs stretched out and his abs rubbed against Nick’s skin. “Ride on daddy’s cock.”

Nick had the guy’s dick up his ass, and he was pleasuring Francis now in a different way. He began moving his hips around in a wave, allowing Francis’ throbbing cock to reach deeper than it had before. He already saw the change in Francis’ face—his mouth stretched wide open and he let out a gasp, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Fuckk… no one takes it like you, Nick.”

Nick smiled, watching Francis’ flushed face react to his every movement, to his every sway and touch. His bright green eyes bulged each time Nick put any pressure on Francis’ groin, but he was muscular enough to take it like a man.

“Keep at it, babe. Fuckin hell…”

Nick could feel the stud’s member slowly move inside him, lubricated by the slippery pre-cum and the sweat of Nick’s ass. It throbbed hard inside of him, making Nick’s own dick tremble as he felt Francis grab his waist and help move him up and down his torso. Nick’s hands were on Francis’ chest and abs, feeling him up and using his meaty pecs as support.

“You like that?” Nick asked

“Yeah babe. I love it. Shit, man, you feel so good, I can’t help myself…”

Francis then put a firm grip on Nick’s waist, and starting driving himself up and down his asshole. Nick began to moan, nearly screaming in pain and pleasure as the jock began to fuck him good. He held him like a little boy, keeping him tight in his big hands. As if he were a fuck-toy, Francis bounced him up and down his nine-inch dick, ramming himself deeper and thrusting with all the power in his huge, beefy legs.

“Oh my god, Francis!”

“Keep taking it, babe. Take your daddy’s cock.”

“Fuck, Francis! Duck me harder. Uhhnn!”

Francis suddenly flipped Nick on his back, pressing his own body hard against the twink and fucking him like a wild animal. He pulled Nick’s legs up around his own body to get him close then pushed them up against the boy’s body, so Nicks’ knee dug into Nick’s stomach. Francis pressed his thighs down and began breeding his ass. One of Francis’ huge hands grabbed Nick’s shoulder, keeping him hard against his forest of pubes as Francis thrusted him up into the pile of hay.

“You want it like that?”

“Yeah Francis. Shit, keep fucking me.”

Nick felt the jock’s body tighten, his muscles get rigid as Francis focused all his energy in the singular activity: ploughing his fat cock up into Nick’s tight little ass. Nick was moaning in pleasure, hearing Francis grunt and groan as he hit the wall of Nick’s ass hard against his cock-head. It made Nick jump, but the friction of his bare dick against his skin was creating so much heat that Nick only felt himself on fire, torn apart by the raging boner deep inside him, eager to let its spunk loose.

By now, Nick was jacking his own hard-on. He was trying his best to hold on, despite the hard, aggressive movements of Francis slamming himself into Nick’s behind, slapping his balls hard against his ass. He couldn’t take it anymore. It felt so good to have a fat rod of raging meat up inside him, but he needed to feel that rush of cool, electric surges through his body. He had to let himself go.

“I’m cumming,” Nick told him, feeling Francis’ cock stab his prostate. A shudder of euphoria swept through his dick and his groin. Nick’s balls contracted and with big jump, his dick shot a wad of cum all over his chest and hands. Nick kept jerking, milking his own cock of all his spunk and showering himself with the hot, white fluid.

“You’re so hot…” Francis said, breathing fast and panting like a dog. He kept humping Nick, watching as the boy unloaded all over himself. Francis was trying to get himself off too, enjoying every feeling of the ass before him clench and tighten around his fat, veiny cock.

“Keep going,” Nick said, as the huge, meaty dick continued to dig itself into his anus. “You don’t need to stop.”

Francis was groaning, feeling the waves of pleasure course through his cock and up into his body. His pecs twitched and he flexed his rippling abs as he swung his balls into Nick, slapping them hard against his ass. “I’m gonna cum, Nick.”

“Inside me,” Nick said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… cum inside me…” Nick closed his eyes and laid his head against the straw. He felt huge, powerful thrusts against his butt and then, Francis let out a huge moan. His dick shuddered and Nick felt a powerful jerk inside of him. Francis pulled Nick close, keeping his legs against his chest and stomach, and humped faster, barely breathing fast enough to keep up. “Oh shit!” Francis yelled, barely able to speak as his whole body jerked and convulsed. “I’m cumming!”

Nick felt three fat wads of spunk burst from the hunk’s dick, shooting far up inside him and completely soaking all of the flesh inside of him. The hot fluid made Nick tickle with more pleasure, though he thought it wasn’t possible after already having came.

Two more spurts followed, as Francis shoved himself deeper inside his ass and put his lips against Nick’s. They made out as Francis twitched and jerked, his body shaking as his cock ejaculated again, shooting more semen inside. Nick’s own cum got onto Francis’ abs as they pressed against each other, still holding on tight. Francis was still panting heavily, trying to catch his breath and digging his nipples harder into Nick’s skin. They were both wet and sticky, covered in cum and a thick film of sweat. Then, when Francis finally pulled out, Nick felt the liquid leak out of his hole. Francis cleaned it up with his hands, licking up any stray drops.

“I love you,” Francis told him.

Nick took the man’s cum-covered hand and lead his fingers to his mouth, where he sucked him clean, tasting the dirty, manly sweetness of his spunk. He licked his hand until the cum was all gone, but Nick could still feel more of it ooze out from his hole.

Francis collapsed beside him, breathing heavily. Nick also tried to catch his breath, relishing in his boyfriend’s company. They were both naked, sticky and dirty. And once the exhaustion disappeared, Francis turned to face Nick.

“Nick, can I ask you something?”

Nick smiled, now looking at him. “Of course. Anything.”

“You always say you want me inside you. You want me, you want me. How does that feel? What does it feel like to have me inside you? To want me to put it inside you there?”

The teenager was a bit caught off-guard by his question, but he guessed that for a man who thought he had been straight for all of his life, and was now fucking a dude on the regular, it was a valid question for him to ask, if he really wanted to understand the boy he loved.

“Well, it’s kinda hard to explain. Whenever I think of you, or want you, I just… I feel this shiver up my spine, or an endless flutter in my stomach. And… there’s a longing—an aching—for you that I feel inside me. It feels like a need, like desperation. And I need someone to fill it for me, to put all of themselves inside of me where that ache is. I mean… I guess I feel that ache up my ass.” Nick laughed at that, and Francis chuckled too, admiring the flush of embarrassment creep onto his face.

“It feels like I need someone to satisfy me when I’m horny, and when I’m horny, that part of me just started to ache. I literally need someone to fill it.”

Francis laughed again, holding Nick’s body close.

“What does it feel when you want me?” Nick asked him.

“Well, kinda the same thing. There’s that ache—that longing. But I feel it more in my waist. Like, where my dick is. Behind it, in my gut. And when I think of being with you, body just feels like giving that part to you. To feel you against me, against all of me. To feel your most intimate part around my most intimate part, y’know?”

Nick nodded. “Yeah, I think I get it.”

Francis hesitated. “Sometimes I just wanna know what you feel. I mean… I’m pretty big and you’re very tight. I wonder if I hurt you.”

“It always hurts at first—nothing will change that. But once you’re inside of me, and once it’s been a minute or so, I think that pain turns into pleasure.”

“And you being to open up,” Francis pointed out.

Nick giggled. “Yeah. And that.”

“I still wanna feel what you feel. You take my dick like man every time we fuck,” he said, grinning. “No complaints, no nothing.”

“Well it’s not like you don’t appreciate it,” Nick said. “I know just how much you love it.”

“I do. But… I could appreciate it and love it more.”

Nick raised an eyebrow, his heart picking up the pace. “Oh, really?”

Francis didn’t break his gaze. “Really.”

They stared at each other, breathing on one another’s face and laying in the soft straw until Nick finally spoke.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.

Francis was silent for a moment. “Is that weird?”

“No!” Nick’s face erupted into laugher. “Of course not!”

“You think it’s weird! Just forget I said anything.”

“I don’t!” Nick cried, holding Francis’ face in his hands and bringing him closer. “I promise, I don’t. I love that you trust me enough to tell me this. And that you want us to be even closer.”

Francis looked at him, realizing Nick was genuinely happy that Francis had shared that with him. It was laughter of joy, not mockery.

“Do you really want me to… top you?”

Francis was quiet. “Yes, I think so.”

“You don’t have to receive if you don’t want to—if you don’t think you’re ready. It’s not so easy the first time.”

“You’re first time was with me. And I wasn’t so easy on you.”

“That was different. We hardly knew each other. And I just wanted to get rid of my virginity. This time will be special. Love instead of lust. And we know each other better than anyone else.”

He nodded slowly, feeling warmth spread through him as Nick spoke. “I am ready. I want to bottom for you.”

“We don’t have lube or anything. It’s easier with lube. Or a condom.”

“I don’t care. I want to feel all of you. I want to know how you feel when I’m with you.”

Nick played with Francis’ hair, twirling the brown locks around his finger. “It will hurt, Francis.”

“It’s okay. I can take it. I can take anything when I’m with you.”

“Okay. I’ll give, and you receive.”

He nodded, his heart beating slightly faster. He hadn’t done this with anyone.

Nick began to roll over him, putting his body overtop Francis’. At first, he slipped into his usual role: foreplay with kisses, their bodies rubbing, and Francis’ hands on Nick’s ass, but then Nick began to shift his body lower, low enough so that his crotch could reach between Francis’ thighs. Nick looked at him one last time, as if asking if he was still all right with this. Francis simply gave him a quick nod, and then closed his eyes, inviting him in with his legs spread wide apart.

Nick came in closer, his arms shaking a bit and his legs feeling weak as he got onto his knees spread himself across the floor. He knew that it would be impossible to try to penetrate Francis raw, so he lowered his face to Francis’ ass first, delicately pushing his legs further apart to reach his most private region.

Nick smiled as he stared at Francis’ bright, bulging ass. He began to rub his white cheeks, which began to turn pink as Nick grabbed at them and squeezed handfuls of flesh. Francis let out a few moans at that, but not the kind that Nick really wanted to hear. Francis was saving those for later.

The man’s ass was so round and perky, muscular too, as it bounced and jiggled with each touch Nick made. “You’re so hot,” he said to him.

“You’re hotter,” Francis teased.

Nick kissed his ass cheeks, before pushing them apart with his hands. “No, you are.” Finally, he exposed Francis’ pink, puckering hole. It was hairy but tight, like any real man’s ass. But Nick didn’t mind. Francis was waiting for Nick to enter him. He must have been expecting a cock to ram him first, but he was surprised by what he felt instead.

“Oh shit!” Francis exclaimed, feeling a hot, wet tongue pierce his asshole. He almost jumped. “Fuck…”

Nick laughed a bit, tasting the man’s anus with his dripping tongue, while placing kisses on his warm entrance. “You like that?”

“Fuck yeah. Shit, that’s amazing,” he said. This was the first time Nick had kissed his hole like that. “But it tickles.”

Nick continued licking him, spitting on his hole and then lapping at his juices. His skin tasted good to him, and his soft flesh was perfect for what they were about to do that day. Nick sucked on him, pushing his ass cheeks further apart to get deeper into him. Francis’ moans echoed across the barn, grasping at straw as the fat tongue lathered his ass with spit and entered his hole.

“Ohhhh fuck!” Francis moaned again, pushing his butt further up into Nick’s face. The teenager liked that and spanked him as the man whined in pleasure. Nick continued eating him out, moving his mouth down towards the man’s balls, then back up to his sweaty hole, which was puckering in anticipation, waiting for Nick to enter him.

The boy gave the hole a few more flicks of his tongue before he pressed it inside him, tasting his flesh.

“Uhhhnnnn! That’s so good…” Francis said to him, still writhing in the hay.

Nick smiled, lubing him his hole up with more spit. “You taste so good,” he murmured. “Dirty, but good.”

Francis pushed his ass further into his face, letting the teenager take full control. Nick spanked him again before putting his hand up and down the man’s crack. He licked two of his fingers then inserted them into Francis’ asshole, going slowly at first.

“Oh shit!” he groaned, feeling the two fingers enter his anus. They stretched out his hole, filling him up. The boy’s fingers were warm and hard, and as Nick pushed them deeper inside of him, Francis squirmed and shook. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“You want more?” Nick asked him, gently grabbing his ass with his free hand.

“Yes, baby. Give me more.”

Nick smiled again, giving the hunk exactly what he wanted. He inserted another finger, pushing the three of them harder into him, trying to go at a slow pace. He pushed until no more could fit. Then, after he withdrew them, he pushed them back in, fucking the mam slowly with his hand.

“Uhhhnn!”

“You’re shaking,” Nick said to him, rubbing his hands over Francis’ bare back and putting his body overtop to comfort him.

“It’s fine, I’m okay,” Francis answered, feeling the boy enter him. He was being finger fucked while Nick leaned over his body, his mouth inches away from his navel.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Just… different. Different-good.”

Nick inserted his fingers once more, pushing into him deep, then withdrawing to fuck him with it again. “Do you like me inside you?”

He nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to fuck you now?”

He nodded again. “Yes. Put your cock in me, baby.”

It made Nick’s heart flutter to hear that. All the doubts he had about fucking Francis were gone as the man asked to be penetrated. Nick took his fingers out and held his ass, rubbing him before he adjusted the way he sat. His thighs were wide apart, flanking both sides of Francis’ body, so it would be impossible to slide them off. He tried to stay upright so that his now fully erect dick could reach Francis. When his knees were nestled on some straw, he scooted further up, his head leaking with pre-cum.

“Is this okay?” Nick asked him, pressing his groin against Francis’ balls and taint. The man lifted his legs so that the boy could reach his ass, and then, he placed his knees over Nick’s waist, feeling his taut chest and hard nipples with his hands as he slid them up and down.

“Yeah, that’s okay. Come in closer. I want to feel all of you.”

They were squished together now, as Francis used his legs to bring him in. Francis then reached out and put his hands on Nick’s waist, and stroked his ass, grabbing and squeezing it as he smiled. Nick put his hands down next to Francis’ face, trying to keep himself upright as he stared at him.

“Ready?” Nick asked.

Francis grinned. “Put it in, babe. I’m ready.”

Nick laughed nervously, reaching down to his dick and lining it up to Francis’ hole. His ass crack was wet with sweat, and Nick’s penis was lubed up with pre-cum. He spat once onto Francis’ hole, feeling it pucker and adjust to the sensation. His crack was warm to the touch, and his ass was nice and perky. Nick didn’t hesitate to grab and pinch it a bit, while smacking it every so often, just to feel and watch it bounce against his groin.

Once Nick pulled his foreskin back, he pushed his head onto Francis’ hole, feeling his body tighten as he began to enter him.

“Oh shit…”

Nick gasped as Francis’ ass began to accept his penis, letting it slip further inside as the smooth walls glided over his skin. “Holy fuck…” he moaned, throwing his head back as the overwhelming sensation made his spine tingle, and his legs quiver.

Nick put more of himself in. Feeling Francis’ warm, tight asshole around his cock was bliss. He had never felt the way he did now, as he penetrated Francis’ hole with his engorged, leaking cock. There were gasps of ecstasy escaping Nick’s lips, and as Francis told him to go in all the way, he eagerly obliged, thrusting his hips into the man’s bottom.

“Jesus!” Francis yelled, grabbing Nick’s shoulders as the boy gently pulled out and then pushed back in again.

“Oh fuck… you’re so tight, Francis.”

“That cock is amazing, Nick. Fuck, don’t stop.”

Nick grabbed a fist full of Francis’ ass in his hands, rubbing his cheeks and feeling the soft, hairless flesh in-between his fingers. He suddenly felt blood coursing through his veins, and testosterone filled his body. He had the overwhelming urge to pick up speed. His dick went completely inside, and Nick cried out in pleasure while Francis moaned in pain once more. Nick’s boner was up his ass, throbbing violently and spewing out pre-cum. Nick’s hairy groin and balls smacked against Francis’ butt, while the stud’s muscular arms held onto Nick’s delicate body, pulling him closer inside.

Nick pulled half of his cock out of Francis and then pushed back in. Francis moaned, feeling the thick, pole of muscle expand his hole and slide forward. The walls of Francis’ ass were intoxicating, and Nick had no intention of stopping anytime soon. He could feel the head of his penis hit Francis’ prostate and as he did so, Francis’ body weakened, and he let out a low, horny yell. Francis’ cock let out a premature load onto his stomach, splattering his abs. But his red, trembling cock was still fully erect, and it was telling Nick to begin fucking him like a man.

“Oh shit… Jesus, Nick.”

Nick thrust forward again. The first few were still slow, as he held Francis’ body down and grasped his smooth chest, and then they got harder, and quicker. Nick felt Francis’ asshole expand as he himself got deeper and deeper inside of him, his shaft and veins hitting his prostate square on, grinding it until his own cock and balls ached in pain, desperate for release. But Nick loved it.

“Ohhhh fuck!” the jock cried.

He suddenly knew what it must have been like for Francis to fuck him. Nick had let Francis do whatever he wanted to him, and with both of their large sex drives, it had been a winning combination for them both. Nick felt the power well up in his arms, waist and pelvis as he fucked Francis, penetrating the deepest parts of his body while Francis worshipped him, kissing Nick’s neck and shoulders when he came close, and rubbing his hard stomach and taut chest.

Nick felt the man squirm beneath him, and felt his insides contract and tremble around Nicks’ cock. The man’s face twisted in pleasure while his body shook and his muscles bulged in the sensation of ecstasy.

Nick’s whole body shook, and the veins in his arms and dick bulged. He felt waves of emotion overcome him with every thrust he took into Francis’ body. His heart ached with the thought of the two of them sharing this moment, that Francis had wanted to feel what Nick always felt when they were together.

“Fuck, Nick! I love you so much.”

He admired Francis’ scrunched up face. The man was loving every minute of it, and his dick was still fully hard.

“You’re so tight, Francis.” It was true, his ass was amazingly tight, and every time his cock twitched, the muscles in his butt would clench, making Nick’s body shiver, and his muscles ache. Nick knew exactly how Francis was feeling—it was a sensation he had felt thousands of times, every time he was with Francis. It suddenly made since why Francis had been so desperate to fuck him, and why he never wanted to leave the inside of his body.

Nick’s bushy pubes bounced off Francis’ ass, as his groin began to smack into him. Nick could feel his loose balls swing into Francis’ butt too. Nick was fucking Francis like a man, and his powerful, manly thrusts were enough to bring Francis to heel. The stud moaned. Nick’s balls flung themselves into Francis’ cheeks, making him wince but smile as more semen leaked out of his head and into the stud’s asshole.

Nick moaned again, crying out in pain while his cock plunged deeper into Francis. He grabbed onto the man’s shoulders and started to rhythmically pump in and out of him, the way Francis always did with him. Nick and Francis were both grunting like animals now, as the feeling of hot flesh around his boner overwhelmed him. This was a desire he never thought he’d have—Nick loved to watch Francis’ face twist in pain and bliss while his abs clenched and flexed with each thrust, pull and push Nick made with his body.

“Fuck yeah, baby! Oh shit!” Francis yelled. He suddenly lifted his legs, stretching his ass further apart so that Nick could get in deeper. He put his legs over Nick’s head, and rested the underside of his knees onto the boy’s shoulders.

“Aaaarrrghhhh! Fuck!” Nick groaned, as his whole body began to buck and cramp up. He continued pushing himself into Francis, holding the stud’s smooth legs over his chest and body while he pumped into him.

Francis, meanwhile, was jacking himself off, grinning as the boy’s balls smacked into him. “Fuck me, Nick! Faster!”

Nick went as fast as he could, feeling his hips ache and his cock begin to tingle in ecstasy. His balls shook and he knew that he was near climax.

“Fuck, Francis! I’m almost there!”

Francis continued jacking off, teeth clenched and his body aching. Nick’s eyes were closed, and he felt up Francis’ body, savouring the tall, hairy stud underneath him. His bright green eyes, his pale, freckled face… his large hairy pecs, his furry abs and that long, bushy trail that lead right to his massive dick…

Nick listened to his deep voice, moaning in bliss as he penetrated him, the sound of his breath against his face and the soft, yet dominating grasp he took of Nick’s body, bringing him closer so that he could be deeper inside of him, so that he could please Nick as much as he wanted to please himself. Francis had somehow known what Nick had wanted—his desire for rough, painful sex and the fast, manly motions they both made together. He thought of his man, the 6’2″ jock who would smell his hair, who would stroke Nick’s cock and would call him “baby”, even when he was too exhausted to talk or to even breath. The man who had fought his own brother for Nick, who had kept him warm whenever he’d gotten cold… the man who cared for him beyond his words could describe.

“Uggghhh fuck!” Nick yelled, holding onto both of Francis’ legs tightly, and fucking his ass so hard that his dick didn’t even leave the inside of his ass. “I’m gonna cum!” He wanted to cum for Francis, to show him that no other man turned him on like he did.

“Cum inside me, babe,” Francis groaned, whining with low moans as Nick impaled his body with his hard, throbbing rod of meat. The entire length of his shaft was inside of him, and he continually thrusted it further and further in, wanting to impale his boyfriend.

“Awwww, fuck! SHIT!”

Nick could feel his dick harden even more. His balls contracted, lurching hard against Francis’ ass as they pushed a load of cum through his body. It made Nick’s hips tense and the veins in his crotch bulged with pleasure.

“Ohhhh fuck! Francis!”

The sperm surged through groin and shot its way through Nick’s erection, making his member throb inside Francis’ asshole. He put both his hands tightly on Francis’ thighs and shoved his groin into his cheeks. He held him there as the wave of euphoria swept over his body.

The loads of sperm came hard and fast out of Nick’s dick, covering the very back of Francis’ anal cavity and smearing the top and bottom of his insides. The fat wad of cum was hot and steaming. It felt amazing as it left his body, and mingled with the juices of Francis’ ass.

“Uhhhhnnnnn!” Francis exclaimed, as he felt Nick ejaculate into his anus. His own ass clenched as he also erupted, shooting his sperm all over his abs and chest while Nick kept driving himself into him. His weak, watery sperm dripped all over his body and down his ribs, leaking onto the bench.

More loads of cum kept coming, and Nick was forced to thrust each time. It suddenly began to leak out of the stud’s ass. It dripped down his cheeks and crack, and then onto his sweaty back and then landed on the bench. Nick felt Francis’ own cum dripping down his ass form their earlier fuck, too. He swept it up easily with his fingers and swallowed the man’s seed with pleasure, relishing in his taste and the look of pure ecstasy on his face.

When finally the spurts of cum began to die down, Nick loosened his grip on Francis’ legs and let himself slowly ease in and out of his hole. His cock wasn’t soft yet, and he wanted to milk every last moment of bliss with his boyfriend. It made Nick smile to see his cum all over Francis’ body, along with Francis’ own sperm. He took another scoop of the stud’s seed, this time from his rock-hard abs, and licked it, enjoying the bitter, manly taste.

“Holy shit, Nick… that was fucking amazing.”

Nick smiled, licking up the last bit of sperm and then stroking Francis’ cock until it began to go soft. Nick then withdrew himself and rubbed his own cock for a while before he lay down in the hay next to him, completely exhausted. Francis’ hard-on deflated as all his cum leaked out. Once he’d composed himself, he pulled Nick close and kissed him, tasting his own cum inside Nick’s mouth, like they’d done that very morning.

“I love you,” he whispered, his hot breath on Nick’s wet lips.

“I love you more,” Nick grinned, feeling the man’s stubble graze his face. They held each other while lying in the hay, stealing kisses from the other’s face as they giggled and tried to catch their breath in the hot summer air.

“We’re gonna spend all day with each other,” Francis told him. “This is the first day of our life here.”

Nick nodded, stroking his face and playing with the sweaty, fuzzy hair on Francis’ chest. “Just us. And no one else.”

“No one else.”

Nick sighed out in relief, and let himself fall asleep in Francis arms, their naked bodies warming each other as a cool breeze swept in from the stream nearby. They spent the rest of their day sleeping and frolicking in the water, before finally returning home later that night, half-naked while aboard the horse. That night, they planned their life together in that old house, making a list of all the things they’d need to repair it and make it livable. However, despite the long, growing list of items and expenses, one thing they knew for sure was that what they really ever needed to be happy in that house, was each other.

Written By: Scott Goulding

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One Response to Jocks of the South

  1. Donny says:

    Nice series!

    I love the evolution of these two characters. My only critique is that the sex scenes all begin to sound a little similar – you might want to consult some other writers and mix up your descriptions of the actual sex acts themselves, though the fantasy locations and situations are stellar. Although making Francis bottom here was a nice change of pace.

    Looking forward to reading more. You’ve got the obvious antagonists with the parents, but you’ve neutralized them a bit by giving Francis his own place. Before you said that Francis would be homeless and starving on the streets if they found out, now he can just move out pretty easily.

    So to keep the story interesting you may need to find another antagonist or another supposedly-impossible obstacle for the two to overcome. One idea might be, e.g., that Nick’s parents absolutely forbid him to take a gap year, creating additional complications for the pair. Or, as much as I’d hate to read it, a plausible romantic rival.

    You might also consider developing the whole “Jocks” angle more. So far, we know Francis is a jock and Nick is on the swim team, but I kind of assumed you’d develop the sort of trainer/baby jock storyline – have Francis *actually* train Nick and help him develop as an athlete, maybe during this gap year.

    Just some ideas, critiques and thoughts on progression. Feel free to completely ignore or whatever. Look forward to reading more!

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