Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2023 17:28:00 +0100 From: Dan Subject: The Wedding Weekend 1 This is a work of fiction which involves sexual acts between a minor who resides in a State where the age of consent is 18. The characters are completely made up and do not represent any known person. The author retains all rights to this work within the framework of Nifty.org A person in the UK writes the work, and therefore, I am sorry for any inaccuracies in reference to US culture or sports. Nifty is a free site, please can readers take a moment to donate and help keep this site free for all to use and read these great stories. https://donate.nifty.org/ Happy for feedback to calmdan004@gmail.com The Wedding Weekend. Maurice lay on the bed as the fan rotated around on the ceiling. He was so horned up but knew that Cole would be in the room soon. He needed a wank, and two nights of having a soldier on his floor had prevented that. What made it worse was the guy was hot. Cole, the son of his father's bride, Milly, was a hot soldier. He was not like Rain, his teammate; Cole was powerful, you could tell, but not with the definition. Maurice had observed (perved) over Cole on his floor. In the Arizona heat, Cole had laid there under a sheet. His top lip had a thin brown moustache, short cropped hair, and chest covered with the same thick brown/ blonde hair as the top lip but darker. Cole had a huge tattoo running down his side, the muscles outlined when he breathed in. The guy swung a hefty piece between his legs. Two days of close proximity had allowed Maurice to spot his piece, and it hung nicely in his boxers. The guy's arse was, however, the best part it was round and plump, covered in the soft fuzzy hair, unlike Rain, who insisted on waxing his for better running. Maurice had never had the chance to fuck a hairy ass, although he was drawn to that type of porn. Cole came in from the shower, and Maurice continued to flick through his phone. Cole slowly dried off, taking time to do each leg bending over, exposing his hairy ass, which only got darker and submerged the hole under the hair. Maurice could not see the hole he wanted so badly to get into. Cole would stand and dry each hand, extending the arm, allowing Maurice to gather in his back, the tattoo across his back a gothic, Viking symbol. Maurice was enjoying the show, unaware of how his engorged penis was now showing through his shorts. Slipping in a pair of briefs that nicely framed his ass was almost the last straw. He knew that Maurice was taking him in, and he wanted teenager cum, well, any cum. The briefs looked great. The elastic framed his lovely developed ass and legs, and the blue fabric contrasted with his light skin. This is why he had gone out and bought them that day. Four days with nothing was driving him mad. He could have jumped on an app, but there was pleasure in seducing the High School Tight End, even if it was his new Stepdad's son. However, the kid was up for it. Cole knew, and damned, this was Tony's fault for creating such a good-looking Italian lad. Turning around, Cole smiled and nodded. "All alright?" he asked. "Yeah," came a surly answer. Coel took a deep breath. "It is just your hard." There he had done it; this was either going to blow up or he was going to blow him. Maurice, to Cole's surprise, did not get embarrassed or even go red. "Hard to wank when you're here." Came an equally surly and almost non-chaulant phrase. "Don't feel like you have to stop on my account." This got Maurice's attention; he looked over from his phone. Cole was standing there, his cock snaked to one side in the briefs and was hardening. He looked like a fucking USMC poster if it was in porn. Maurice put his phone down and reached into his shorts, his eyes on Cole's body, and he touched the throbbing member. It felt good to have his hand wrap around his cock, Rain had denied him later in the showers earlier, and now he needed relief and could take it. Cole watched as Maurice slowly ran his hand up and down in his shorts. In his Mid-twenties, he knew he should not be doing this, particularly with a teenager and one who was about to become a stepbrother, but that made it all the more exciting, thrilling and hot. "You just going to watch" Maurice said, looking at Cole' his own cock now hard and pushing against the fabric. Cole misinterpreted the invite and took a few paces from the end of the bed near the door and was next to Maurice. He got onto his knees and pulled the waistband of the shorts down. Although he had showered, the shorts released the musk of a man as the cock came into full view. Cole was taken aback that is was uncut. However, remembering that the family was catholic chalked it up to that. Slowly, the head would be encased in its skin sleeve before being pulled back. Maurice had not expected Cole to make such a move, and with a glance up at the teenager's powerful big body, Cole opened his mouth and took the head into his mouth. Maurice let out a soft sign as he felt the warm moist lips encase his cock head. Cole pushed away the hand which had been playing with the cock and began to suck. Cole was a great cock sucker. He knew that his talents were well attested to on base and other nearby watering holes. 'Cum Hungry Cole' was a nickname he was proud of. Cole took all the hard cock into his mouth to the base, and Maurice let out a louder noise. Cole covered his mouth with his hand, not wanting to disturb or alert anyone to what they were doing. Coming off the cock, spittle hanging in the air between cock and mouth, Cole looked at Maurice and put his finger to his lip, intoning silence. Returning to the enraged penis, Cole pulled the shorts away and bent further over the young man, his cock in his mouth in moments as he bobbed up and down on it. Tongue swirling and head and shaft, he moved back and forth with rapidity but not super fast. Breaking the momentum, he would go to the base pushing his nose into the gap between his legs and going taking a deep sniff as the air moving through his throat was blocked off by the cock head. Maurice was not so big he would gag on him, but it caused some discomfort. Cole's own cock was rock hard as he sucked on the teenage dick; it was solid like a rock. Coming off to gain his breath, it hung there, pointing up to the naval of the Football Jock's torso. Maurice's dark hair was getting matted in the warmth of the small room as their bodies heated up the air. With enough oxygen in his lungs, Cole dove back onto the cock and sucked Maurice some more, the lad's hand brushed his back as he sucked on him. The bed creaked a little, but Cole hoped it did not reach anyone else's ears. Maurice occasionally moaned; however, he caught himself to stop. However, the climax was fast coming and Cole Held the base of the cock allowing his lips and mouth to slide up and down and the cock to reach into his throat. Maurice began to moan and make all the noises expected of someone at the beginning of an orgasm. Cole places his free hand over Maurice's mouth. As Maurice planted both strong hands on the back of Cole's head and pushed him into his cock and groin. Maurice bucked up into the mouth of Cole. He had the strength to resist as the cock invaded his throat and jabbed at his gullet but Cole was enjoying it and let go of the cock base as he was held in place and his mouth was momentarily used. Maurice tried to stifle his own roar of ecstasy as he pumped strings of cum into Cole's mouth. The hand absorbed most of the noise as strings of cum were unleased from the cock buried into his throat. Cole sucked and swallowed down the cum as fast as he could but the load was large, and some inevitably slipped out. As Maurice gathered his breath, his chest still heaved he relaxed his grip on the temples of Cole, and Cole let go from around his mouth. A simple wow escaped Maurice's lips as Cole sat back on his knees and looked up and down the body. The tiniest beads of sweat had escaped from some of the pours, and he could feel his own pits were wet. The taste of cum on his lips was great as his stomach digested the millions of sperm dead on arrival.