Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2016 19:01:53 -0700 From: Scott Goulding Subject: Jocks of the South: Nick Evans Part 15 Copyright © 2016 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 there not being a chapter last month but September was a busy time for school! I hope you enjoy this chapter! ****************************************** Nick Evans Part 15: The Perfect Fit By Scott Goulding ****************************************** 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." ****************************************** Still five more parts to come! Email me at scottgoulding123@gmail.com to let me know what you think and don't hesitate to send me ideas of what you'd like to read next. If you want to be notified when a new story is uploaded, message me and I'll put you on a private mailing list. The next chapter may be uploaded in a month's time, give or take a few weeks. 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.