Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2017 15:46:35 -0700 From: Scott Goulding Subject: Jocks of the South: Nick Evans Part 16B Copyright © 2017 by Scott Goulding All rights reserved. This work is copyrighted by the author and all commercial use is prohibited without permission. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author. Like this story? Then please donate to Nifty to keep more stories like these posted online. Thank you to everyone who has supported my work and has been patient with my writing. I'm sorry for the huge delay but I was taking a bit of a break from writing because of my exams. This is part B of chapter 16. Chapter 17 will be posted in a few weeks' time from now, but I'll be posting a bonus chapter featuring Matt, before Chapter 17, on my blog. Also, I won't be able to reply to personal emails as often as I used to so I've created a blog ( scottsgaystories.tumblr.com ) that you can check out for updates on the series' progress, when a chapter will be uploaded, etc. The blog allows you to ask me questions anonymously as well so everyone's questions are answered and are available for others to read. ****************************************** Nick Evans Part 16B: Family Feud By Scott Goulding ****************************************** 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." ****************************************** More chapters with Nick and Francis still to come! Because of the long wait for the previous installments, I'll give you guys a bonus chapter (featuring Matt and someone else) within the next two weeks or so since I've finally gotten some free time to write. It will be posted to scottsgaystories.tumblr.com where you can send me a message to let me know what you think of this chapter. If you want to be notified when a new story is uploaded, message me through the site and I'll put you on a private e-mailing list. Thanks for reading and I hoped you enjoyed! Like this story? Then don't forget to donate to Nifty to help keep more stories like these posted online.