Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2017 00:36:13 -0800 From: Scott Goulding Subject: Jocks of the South: Nick Evans Part 16A 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. This is part A of chapter 16. Part B will be posted in a few weeks' time from now. I would have published them as one piece but I wanted to give all of you something to read since I've received so many emails! So I'm sorry if this one seems a little plain or abrupt. I still hope you enjoy this chapter! also 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 16A: Blowies in the Bathroom By Scott Goulding ****************************************** The morning of the wedding had been way too hectic for Nick. He'd woken up early, showered vigorously, ironed the shit out of his clothes, went through half of a lint-roller and spayed himself with so much cologne he was sure that people in airplanes overhead would be able to detect his movements by smell alone. The drive to Francis' house was just as nerve-wracking and he'd managed to sweat out most of the cologne by then. Nick wanted to look his best for Francis--as well as for his parents--and wanted to show him that even though no one knew they were dating, that the both of them were right for each other, and that Nick was good boyfriend material. However, Francis already knew that Nick was more than worthy, but his own anxiety about who exactly would show up to the wedding had made him seem a little distant. But the moment Francis spotted Nick through the bedroom window--that tight little ass working a cut suit--he'd forgotten all his worries and felt his heart melt inside his chest. "Nick, can you come up here? I need some help!" Francis exclaimed, trying to save Nick from some boring conversation with his parents. They were curious about Francis' "good friend". "Yeah sure, Francis!" Nick yelled back. "It was nice meeting you Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy." "You too, Nicholas." Nick didn't correct them on the name thing. When Nick got to Francis' room, he was meet with the familiar array of dirty underwear, loose garbage and old food all over the place. He found Francis waiting for him, with nothing on but a towel across his waist. His bulging pecs, rigid six pack of abs and his thick lines of muscle, leading down to his groin, were all glistening with water and his hair was wet and messy. His biceps and shoulders were flexing with muscle, and his green eyes were bright and happy to see Nick. He'd just come out of the shower, and his towel was damp enough for Nick to make out the bulge of his dick pressed against it. "Sorry about them," Francis said. "They can get a bit too excited sometimes." "Don't worry, mine will do the same thing to you." "Yeah," Francis smiled. Then he sat down on his bed, staring at Nick in his tux. "Fuck... you look damn good, babe." Nick cocked his eyebrow. "Yeah?" He inched towards Francis, walking slowly between his outstretched legs, spread wide apart. It wouldn't take much to simply reach in and take what he wanted most... Francis bit his lower lip, his hands creeping over Nick's waist once the teenager got close enough to him. "Hell yeah. The best looking boy in this whole damn town." He spread his big fingers down between his suit jacket and felt the crease of the boy's shirt, then trailed back around to his ass. He tightened his grip here, digging his fingers into the tight fabric of Nick's pants. "Are you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna them off?" Nick asked, looking down to his pants. He was teasing him bad, putting his hands on the man's wet shoulders and then gliding them down to his rigid chest. Francis fought the urge to strip his boyfriend right there and bend him over the bed. As much as he wanted to pound Nick, he knew him and his parents were already late for the wedding and he needed more than just five minutes to have his way with Nick. He'd been without him for the entire day and wanted to give it to him good. "Not here, baby. Not yet. Sorry. We've gotta go soon. Afterwards, though, we can come back here and fuck each other's brains out," he whispered, his voice low but desperate. "I promise." Nick was obviously disappointed, especially with the tent he was beginning to pitch in his pants, but he knew it was risky enough with Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy running up and down the stairs to a few last-minute thing. "Yeah, okay. Afterwards then. I want you all to myself." Francis grinned, water dripping off his wet hair. "You got it, babe. My dick is all yours." Nick laughed at that. "Soo... do you need help getting dressed?" Francis shook his head. "Slow down, cowboy. I don't want you trying anything on me." "No, I'm serious," Nick said. "I can help." He really wanted to get the jock into some clothes, kind of like a wife dressing her helpless husband. He wanted to show him how good of a spouse he could be. "Uh... okay, sure. I was about to iron my shirt. Wanna do that while I dry off?" Nick nodded. "Yeah, okay." He smiled as he took the white dress shirt out from the closet, for he knew that he'd get to watch a strip show as the hunk dried himself down. The iron was already hot so Nick got right to it, using the iron table to straighten out any folds or creases. Meanwhile, Francis undid his towel, revealing his bare, bulging bubble butt to Nick. He was turned around so Nick couldn't see his dick, but Nick liked it that way--it made things more interesting. Francis used the towel to dry off his hair, his butt cheeks bouncing as he vigorously scrubbed his head. Nick watched his pale ass in awe, and stared at his thick, muscular thighs, which were still dripping in water. As he moved about the room, Nick could see the stud's assets from between his legs: Francis' balls and the tip of his dick hanging below and flopping about. Nick had seen all of that more times than he could count but something about having his man wet and naked around the house was a huge turn-on. Seeing him nude would never get old. Nick finished faster than Francis thought he would. In no time, Nick was ironing his pants and jacket while the jock sifted around in his drawer for some clean underwear. Nick saw him pick out a fresh pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs, which were amazingly white. "Nice pick," Nick told him. Francis suddenly turned his head around, blushing. "Thanks," he laughed. "You getting a good view of my ass?" "Oh yeah." Francis smirked, letting Nick stare all he wanted. He lifted his legs to pull on the tight boxers, exposing his low-hanging balls and thick, limp dick to the air. Nick felt his own penis begin to stiffen again at the sight. Francis put them on quickly, covering his fat ass and then his huge dick. He had to spend some time putting his hands down the front, trying to adjust his large dick and big balls. It was sometimes difficult to fit everything in there, especially with his ass already taking up so much room. By the time he turned around to show Nick his impressive bulge, the teenager was handing him a stick of deodorant. "Here," he said. "Sometimes you can really stink. Like a locker room of a football team." Francis smirked. "I thought you liked that?" Nick blushed. "Yeah, but people at the wedding won't." Francis agreed and took the stick from him, lifting his bulky arms and exposing his thick, hairy pits. He rubbed some on both then asked Nick to hand him his shirt. Nick brought it to him, helping him put his arms through and then putting the top over his shoulders. Nick's sensual touch against Francis's back made his nipples hard, and as Nick came around to button him up, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "Uh, thanks for doing this, Nick." Nick kissed him gently, relishing the taste of Francis' mouth. He liked it when Francis held his lower lip in-between his teeth for a few seconds before letting go. "Anytime," Nick said. "God knows you need help getting dressed." Francis laughed, making Nick blush. "Not just that, but with coming with me to the wedding. It'd be hella boring without you." "Well, I'm glad you didn't take some girl instead of me." "Your my boyfriend. I'd never take someone else." "But you could have. And your parents would have wanted you to." "Yeah but I love--I like you. I don't want to spend time with some chick, I want to spend it with my boyfriend." Nick smiled. It was just the answer he wanted. He pecked him again on the mouth before helping him finish button up. He tried to pretend that he hadn't noticed the stud's erect nipples, which was hard to do with his pecs bulging through the cloth. He didn't need anything else to convince him to suck Francis off right then and there. He handed Francis his pants and waited for him to pull them on. "Okay, this is where I need you," Francis said , adjusting his dick in his pants and showing Nick the short waistband. "I need you to button it up like last time." "My pleasure," Nick smirked. "Don't try anything, man. I need my dick to actually stay in these pants, so don't give me a hard-on." "Okay, okay," he smiled, wishing that a boner was exactly what Francis got. He could already imagine the rigid pole of meat, sticking in the air with a red head and curved slightly to reach into Nick's g-spot. He shook himself of his thoughts and helped Francis out. "Okay, you button it up and I'll give you the slack. I'll countdown, okay?" "Ready." "Okay. One... two... three!" Nick was fast. As soon as Francis breathed in and pulled on his waistband, Nick took both edges and buttoned them together. "Got it!" "Oh shit," Francis sighed, surprised they'd got it down on the first try. "That was quick." "We make a good team," Nick said. Francis smiled wide, showing off his white teeth. "Yeah. We do." He finished tucking in his shirt and did up his fly. Nick grabbed something off the bed and then got to his knees in front of Francis, rubbing something wet against his groin. "Whoa! What are you doing?" "There's cum on your crotch, stupid. From when I blew you in these," he said, using the damp towel to get the stains out. "Oh. Uh, thanks." "Come on, I'll do the bow tie for you." "I can do that myself..." Nick looked at him, trying not to laugh. "So you're telling me your closet isn't full of clip-ons?" Francis was silent, looking a bit embarrassed. "Okay... I might need some help." He smiled, going off to get his bowtie. "Don't laugh at me!" Francis said, his voice soft. "I'm not, I'm not," Nick yelled, trying to stifle his giggles. "You are!" "Well even I can do a bowtie, Francis!" The jock shook his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets. That only made the fabric around his crotch tighter. "Alright, alright. Just get your ass over here." He returned with the tie, beaming at the thought of Francis being a big tough guy who needed help with something as simple as doing up a bow. While Nick reached around Francis' neck to get the bow tie around, he could feel the jock's chest against his, the rigid pecs that dug into his skin and the hard abs below it. He tied the bow around him, while Francis watched him, biting his lower lip. Nick could smell the cologne coming off of him. It was intoxicating and manly. His masculine figure and rock-hard body was attractive enough, but seeing him in suit cut to his frame was even hotter. Nick could already feel something stirring in Francis' pants. "There," he said, patting Francis' chest and showing him his handy work. "All done." He smiled, finding his hands creeping out of his pants, and clinging back onto the boy's waist. He pulled him in and held Nick's small but hard body against him for a moment. He kissed him passionately before parting with the ache still deep in his gut. Francis stood there awkwardly, as if there was something he wanted to say, yet could not bring himself to do. They both stood there, holding one another in silence before Nick finally said something. "What's wrong?" Nick asked, looking a bit concerned. "Nothing, I..." his hands were shaking now, and his green eyes darted from Nick's face, back to the floor. "I..." "What is it?" "I'm... fuck." Nick almost burst out laughing. "You're fuck?" "Okay. I'm just gonna say it." Nick suddenly froze. "I'm in love with you, Nick. I have been for a while but... I didn't have the balls to tell you. But I just need you to know that because I can't hold it back any longer. I stop myself from saying it every time but I don't want to do that anymore. You mean so fucking much to me. And I really do love you." Nick's heart was beating wildly, loud enough that he thought Francis could hear. His body was cold but his face was red hot, and his fingers trembled. He had no idea where this had come from--he hadn't expected this at all. "Francis... I..." "It's okay if you don't feel--" "No! I-I love you t-too, Francis. I just..." The biggest smile spread across his face, parting his bright red, freckled cheeks. "I've been in love with you since... well, for a long time. But I never thought you'd be interested in me beyond sex until recently and I... I kind buried those feelings. I'm sorry I made you say it first, Francis. I know this is difficult with your parents, and I--" Francis simply kissed him, fighting back tears that pricked his eyes. He held Nick tight, his fingertips digging into the boy's body like knifes. His grip was hard enough to break a rib, but he wouldn't let that happen to Nick. "I love you. So fucking much, Nick. And I don't care about anyone else. I only want you." Nick felt weak in his grasp, not sure what had just happened. Hearing those three words come out of Francis' mouth felt surreal. "I love you too, Francis." He smiled back, his heart still beating fast. This was real. It had somehow just happened. Nick and Francis loved each other. Francis didn't want to let go of him. "God, I want to make love to you right now. So badly." Nick grinned, his face pink as Francis swept him up in a powerful hug again. "So do I but you're right, we have to go. Otherwise they'll see us." His face was barely touching Nick's. His hot breathe warmed the boy's mouth. "I don't care if they do. I want you," he whispered, his low voice eager with lust. "I love you." It sounded better each time he said it. Nick blinked away his urge to undo the man's clothing. "Francis... we're both horny. We're not thinking straight." "You're damn right I'm not thinking straight. I'm gay for you." Nick laughed, pushing him away. He hated Francis' gay jokes. They were all really bad. Francis felt embarrassed. He put his hands back in his pockets and took a few steps back. God help him, if he saw Nick laugh again he'd rip the clothes right off his tight little body and suck the life out of him. Nick hesitated for a second, still not quite believing what had happened. "Do you... really love me?" Francis nodded. "Yes, Nick. So fucking much." Nick walked up to him and embraced him, laying his head on his boyfriend's chest for a long while. Francis held him there, stroking his soft hair, a little surprised himself that this had happened. Nick could hear his heart beating, he could feel his chest throbbing, blood pumping through him. Francis' heart somehow belonged to Nick, and every bit of Nick belonged to Francis. It was real. "Afterwards," Nick murmured, his lips grazing one of the man's nipples. It was clearly visible against the white fabric. "Afterwards you can fuck me all through the night. I want you to. We can find a place to be alone and we'll make love nonstop. But for now, we have to go--for your sake. You'd still need a place to live and I can't live with myself thinking I got you kicked out of here because we couldn't keep it in our pants for a few hours." Francis slowly nodded, reluctantly agreeing. Nick was a lot smarter than him, and he knew he was right. He held him a little tighter. "Okay." They finally parted, feeling a bit less awkward with each other. Things between them had changed, as if someone had finally exhaled. And Francis finally felt at peace--that is, until he remembered who was in attendance at the wedding. "Get your jacket on, and we'll go," Nick told him. Francis nodded. "Yup." "Your parents said you're taking your truck?" "Oh, um, yeah. They're gonna pick up a few relatives in their car so we'll be going together." "Alright, let's hurry. You still have to dry your hair, dumb ass." He grunted, wishing he could just throw a hat on and be done with it. After Francis finished drying his hair, putting on his socks and shoes and pulling on his jacket, the two of them went into Francis' truck and set off on the highway. They drove for a while, getting into stupid conversations and listening to music on the way there. As soon as they arrived, Nick noticed just how early they were. Francis drove fast. "We can hang out by the bar," Francis suggested. "I'm not 21 yet," Nick said. "Oh yeah. Right." "Aren't you 20?" Francis smiled. "Fake ID. And no one really asks me for it anyway." "Because your a big man," Nick said, affectionately rubbing Francis' chest. "A big, strong man." "Shut up," Francis giggled. "That tickles!" They eventually made their way over to the groom's suite at the hotel, where the groomsmen were supposed to be hanging out. Once again, Nick and Francis were early. "We can play on the PSP," Nick said. "Oh. Um... I might have, uh, forgotten to bring them." "What?" "I'm sorry, dude. I completely forgot. I was kinda distracted..." "We're gonna die of boredom here, Francis." Francis tried to fix it. "Well we can just wait for the others to show up, I guess. And think of other things to do until they get here." He collapsed on a nearby chair, sitting comfortably with his back against the seat and his legs wide apart. "Well..." Nick began, moving closer to him. "There's one thing that comes to mind..." He stood in-between Francis' legs, who was staring up at him in surprise. His green eyes were wide, and there was innocence and curiosity spread across his pale, freckled face. His brown hair was messily strewn across his head. Nick swept it back neatly and whispered to him. "No one's around, Francis." "Nick, I... I don't know..." Nick smiled at him, biting his lower lip. "We're you basically begging me for it like forty minutes ago?" "I... we're out in public, Nick." "We can lock the door, Francis. We'll know if they're outside." Francis face was bright red, and he looked nervous. But Nick could already feel something long and hard rising in his pants. Nick snaked his hands down to Francis' crotch, rubbing the taught fabric of his fly. "They'll b-be here any minute..." he stuttered, barely able to speak as Nick's touch grazed his stiff member. "I c-can't do it now..." "Really? Because your body's saying something else." "Nick..." "C'mon, let go into the bathroom. If they come, we can stop and say we were fixing our hair. I'm horny, Francis. And I want to blow you. I love you, and your big cock." That just about did it. Francis smiled, closing his eyes and feeling Nick's small hands rub the hard shaft that pushed against his pants. Francis knew he was in need of release, and he didn't want to do it with anyone other than Nick. "Okay... but you'll have to swallow for me. We can't make a mess." Nick smiled, bringing his face closer to Francis'. "When have I ever not swallowed you?" He smirked, his teeth flashing. "You're a little cum slut, aren't you?" He nodded slowly, with big bright eyes. "Yeah, I am. And I'm all yours." Francis eagerly got up, eyeing the closed door to the hotel room. Then, deciding that no one was coming in, he lead Nick into the bathroom, grabbing his hand and pulling him quickly. "C'mon," he said, walking while his blue balls swung like boulders in-between his legs. As soon as they went inside, Nick locked the bathroom door and Francis put the toilet seat cover down. The jock sat down over it, eagerly unzipping his fly. Nick helped him with it, pushing the man's huge awkward fingers aside so he could get to it his zipper. Once Francis was comfortable on the toilet seat, he spread his legs wide apart, put his hands behind his head and sniggered once Nick finally pulled the zipper all the way down, as if he were unwrapping a present. He let the boy fumble around with his small warm hands, reaching inside now to find the fly of his boxer briefs. After a bit of struggling, Francis grinned and offered to do it himself. His big hand reached inside and took only a few moments--despite how tight his pants were--to pull out his thick, throbbing cock, which was nearly erect. Nick helped him take it out of his boxers, and it sprung out from his zipper like a dense heavy of hard rubber. Francis was already leaking, and his foreskin was soaked with clear, salty fluid. "Fuck, it's big," Nick said, boosting his man's ego. He'd seen that thing a thousand times but still, the length, sheer girth and the ravishing pink color of his soft member was enticing. Add to that the fact that his manhood was covered in bulging blue and purple veins. Nick was already hungry for it. "It's all yours," Francis said, his voice low and horny as he grabbed his cock with his fist and smacked it a few times into the boy's desperate face. The twink revelled in the musty scent of his boyfriend's burly cock, and the pre-cum now sticking to his nose, mouth and chin felt amazing. It made him even hornier. Nick smiled at the sight of his dick once Francis let go of it. He especially admired how well it had responded to his touch. Nick knew that no one had that effect on Francis but him. He quickly put his lips and tongue to the tip, sucking the fluid from his skin and then pulling it down to expose his pink head. "Ohh fuckkk..." Francis moaned, feeling Nick's warm, wet mouth suck on his foreskin, and then engulf the head of his penis. "You're so good to me." Nick smiled while he pushed himself down on Francis groin. Nick was on his knees, his head in-between Francis' two muscular thighs, which were still spread all the way apart. His pants bulged with muscle, and Nick worked hard with his fingers to free the man's balls from his fly, so that he could play with testicles and watch them react to Nick's every lick. Nick slurped up more pre-cum and felt the hard dick throb in his mouth, pulsing with each heartbeat as blood gushed through the thick veins and fat meat. It was hot in his mouth, making his chest feel even warmer, and giving his stomach butterflies. Then, Nick flicked his tongue over Francis' head, feeling more ejaculate spew out of his slit. He watched Francis squirm and moan in pleasure, putting his hands through Nick's curly brown hair and rub him gently with affection. "Uhhhhnnn.... I love you, baby," Francis muttered, his eyes closed and his head pushed back against the wall in ecstasy. Nick grinned, his mouth full of his lover's cock as he spoke. "I love you too." Then, Nick stuck his tongue out, licking the man's fat, red head. It still wasn't fully exposed out of the jock's foreskin, but Nick knew he could change that in a heartbeat. The man let out a loud moan, feeling the wet flesh lap at his salty fluids. "Fuck!" Nick held his boyfriend's massive tool in his hands; all eight inches of thick, heavy meat. He pulled the pink foreskin down, exposing the throbbing, dripping head. As if it were cologne, Nick smelled the sweet juices of raw, salty pre-cum and faint sweat. It was a manly musk that drove Nick crazy. He gave the bulging boner another licking, tasting the bitter-sweet fluids on the man's cock and swallowing everything he found. He continued to pull down on Francis' boxers, exposing more of his dick and as he did so, he felt the stud tremble in front of him. "Oh fuck... blow me Nick. I want your mouth on my cock." Nick nodded, watching Francis writhe in pleasure as his lips inched towards his member once more. "Yes, daddy." Francis gave him a horny smile, closing his eyes and grinning in bliss. He had Nick to himself, and he no longer needed to hide any part of himself to the teenager. He loved Nick, and Nick clearly loved him back. His voice was deep and rumbling, as if teasing Nick. "That's my boy. Keep on sucking on daddy's big dick, babe." Nick felt his ass clench and his heart quiver as Francis' low, horny voice came. He was so commanding, and he was radiating cockiness. This was what Nick needed, to be bossed around and treated like a dirty slut by the man he loved. "Yes daddy. I'll suck on your fat cock all day." Francis flashed him his teeth, happy to see Nick take care of his throbbing package. Once he caught the boy's eager, cock-hungry gaze, he stared back into the twink's eyes and bent over to give him a kiss. They quickly locked lips and exchanged their spit. He felt Nick's small, trembling hands against his thighs, playing with his loose, low hanging balls, sticking out of his pants. Francis kissed his boyfriend, feeling Nick's own boner poke into the taut fabric around his muscular legs. Nick was desperate to feel Francis' embrace, and the jock didn't want to let him down. He hugged Nick's body, feeling his back and his fat ass, dragging his fingers down his spine while tugging at his shirt. Nick had already thrown off his blazer a while back. Nick groaned as Francis touched him. Their tongues met during their kiss, slathering each other with spit and sucking on one another's face. Then, Nick reluctantly parted from Francis' warm mouth. Instead, he looked back down at the huge piece of meat before him. Francis' schlong was soaked with pre-cum and he could clearly see the vein in Francis' dick pulsing more blood all throughout his shaft. As Nick struggled to get all of the meat in his grasp, the throbbing pink cock hit him in the face, splattering him with loose ropes of cum. "Jesus," Francis sighed, feeling the boy's face smack into his penis like an animal in heat. Nick took the cock and smacked it against his face a few more times, making Francis jump and groan in pleasure. "I love your fat cock hitting my face," Nick whispered to him, surprised by the eagerness of Francis' dick. It was so big and heavy that it hung downward while fully erect. It was a large, manly penis that threatened to impregnate any woman within a few seconds of penetration. And underneath the massive, swollen member were Francis' hefty balls. They were hanging low, big and round, swinging back and forth like baseballs in a bag. Nick gave the man's sack a quick licking and sucked on his left nut for a bit before slobbering on the other. Meanwhile, Francis took his fat, meaty cock and whacked it across Nick's forehead a good couple times, like he was disciplining a naughty school boy. Francis moaned as stands of cum spread across Nick's lips. Nick took the dicking like a man, trying to get the stud's junk in his mouth. Once Nick had gotten his fill on Francis' inaudible gasps, and Francis begin to grow impatient, he lifted the boy's head up and brought him level to his cock. "Suck my fat dick, baby," Francis said, slapping his dick a few more times across his face before he let his pulsing member go. "Tell me you love my cock." "I fucking love your big, horse cock." Francis grinned, exposing his white teeth. "Yeahh you do. And I love seeing you take my horse cock." Nick blushed while putting his small hands around Francis' meat, making it look even bigger. It seemed like a rubbery, oversized dildo. Francis breathed out slowly as Nick touched his shaft. Francis loved Nick's delicate embrace and his eagerness to down his boner. Sure enough, after Nick got the huge thing to his face, his soft, damp lips closed around the exposed, throbbing head once more. This time, with a more determined strategy. He was going to get the man to spill his seed into his mouth. Nick was kissing Francis' penis, using his tongue to massage the hot head and his lips to squeeze the cum out of his shaft. The warm rod in Nick's mouth trembled with every pulse of Francis' fast beating heart, and as he nearly got his lips to the stud's pubes, he felt himself choking on the huge schlong. "Uhhnnn... fuck yeah, choke on daddy's dick." "Mmm-mmmm..." "Fuck, you take it so good baby. I love you." Nick felt his insides melt. He took a breathe to return those words to the man he loved so much. "I love you too." Then, after watching a wide grin spread across Francis' face, he dove back down on his hard, trembling penis. Nick made more choking sounds, feeling the hot head of Francis' cock hit the back of his throat. Then, Nick began to move his mouth slowly back off, pressing hard against the smooth, salty skin. It tasted like sweat and piss, mixed with pre-cum and dirty underwear--all the scents Nick loved most about his man. "That's it, suck that big fuckin dick," Francis grunted, running his chapped hands through Nick's soft hair. His huge biceps flexed and his veins popped as blood pumped through him. His pecs twitched through his tight shirt and his fat, round nipples were fully hard, pointing upwards and poking through the fabric. His abs rose and fell with each eager breathe, unable to comprehend the sensations Nick was able to provide. He let Nick work on him, but he couldn't help pump himself in and out of Nick's mouth, fucking his hot, wet hole like it was a tight, sweet pussy. His hot mouth was sticky and wet, slurping up his juices and slathering more spit all across his long meaty pole while leaking some of it onto the man's pink balls, dripping from his lips like syrup. The taste made Nick drool, and Francis himself was on the edge of wanting to taste whatever came out of his boyfriend's eager gullet. Nick let Francis grab a hold of his head. He felt himself get fucked in the mouth like a little slut, his hair being held firmly by Francis' fists. Nick could feel Francis' big, bouncy balls flinging themselves onto his chin and neck. He slurped up the stud's pre-cum and his own spit, trying to take in all the salty, masculine tastes leaking out of the hunk's thick slab of meat. He loved every moment of it, knowing full well that Francis could never get enough of him. Then, Francis pulled out, swearing and panting with short hot breaths as watery pumps of cum escaped the tip of his cock. "Awww fuck! Shit!" Nick licked it all up, drinking the manly fluids and relishing in the thought that just his mouth had made such a large, strong man so weak. "Fuckkk... you're so good, babe..." "You wanna stop?" Nick asked, looking concerned. He wiped some cum from his mouth while eagerly swallowing the man's pre-ejaculate. "No, keep going," Francis said, his chest rising and falling at a quick pace. His pecs were covered in a thick film of sweat, and his fuzzy body was slicked back with it as Francis rubbed himself down. "Finish me off, dude." Nick smiled, taking his manhood back into his mouth. "Holy shittt..." Francis whispered, closing his eyes and concentrating Nick's tight lips as they massaged his tool and made it's way over his glans. Nick took a long look at the massive, engorged cock, while Francis moaned Nick's name. His dick was soft and wet with bulging purple veins. It was long and thick, just how Nick liked it. The huge tool throbbed violently, still spewing out pre-cum. The foreskin was just pulled over half his head, and his member was beginning to turn red with all the blood gushing toward it. It stuck out of Francis' body like eight inches of pure muscle and meat, as if it were a third arm. Nick put one hand to the base of Francis' dick and the other just below the head. He retracted the foreskin, making Francis cry out and his cock tremble. Exposing the bright red head, Nick got a look at it's nice form. It was perfectly curved around the edges and nice and round at the front. Only the very tip was pointed, ready to plug up Nick's throat and fill him up with fresh, steaming cum. Nick finally put his lips to the dick-hole, looking up at Francis' pained expression as he kissed the tip of his penis. "Fuccckkkk..." Francis howled, bitting his lower lip and throwing his head back. He loved the boy on his dick, and feeling him work the slippery wood was heaven. Then, as Nick's lips spread across the head, tight against his rigid flesh, he put his tongue to his piss-slit and milked the cum out of it. He could see the jock's balls jerk in pleasure with each flick. Francis whined again, clenching his jaw as the soft pair of lips moved further down his shaft, and the tongue vigorously covered his head with spit. "Ohh... fuck..." He put his hands through Nick's hair, rubbing his head and pulling him closer in. "Ohh fuck, oh fuck!" Nick went down on him, moving his head in and out. Each time he tried to take all of his dick in, the head would hit the back of his throat and make him gag, and he'd cough up some of the pre-cum he'd already swallowed. But gagging on his cock was only making Francis hornier, and it fuelled his ego. "Fuck yeah, choke on it!" "Mmmmm..." Nick moaned, feeling Francis push his huge bulb further down into his throat. Nick's nose and face buried itself into Francis' long, wet pubes, countless strands of which were sticking out of his underwear and the fly of his pants. And as the jock began to mouth-fuck him again, the stud's balls flung themselves into Nick's neck and chin again. They were engorged and full of testosterone, like those of a bull ready to mate. Nick could see that they were just as pink as his shaft, sore from having been teased for so long. Then, Nick took the dick out of himself, while cum and spit dripped out. "You wanna cum in my mouth, daddy?" he teased him. Francis held him down and slapped his fat cock a few times across Nick's face. "Yeah, babe. And I want you to swallow. Swallow for daddy." "Whatever you say, daddy." Francis stuffed his member back inside the teenager's mouth, pumping in and out of him slowly. The bouncy, meaty tool felt warm and tasty in Nick's hole, and he licked up as much of its dirty sweat and cum as he could. He loved the way Francis tasted. "Keep on sucking," Francis commanded, his rugged, stubbly face looking down at him with horniness. Francis was almost there, and he was desperate to get his nut. The jock began to pick up the pace. He thrusted in and out of the twink's wet mouth, holding Nick's shoulders down. He used his face like a dirty old cunt. Francis breathed quickly, wanting to cum into the boy's gullet and fill him up with his raw, stinking seed. He threw his head back, taking in the overwhelming sensations and the desperate, hungry look Nick had on his face. Francis put a tight grip on Nick's head, fucking his face hard and fast, and grunting with each thrust. Nick could do nothing but swallow the spurts of pre-cum that filled his mouth and try not to gag on the eight inches of man meat that plunged itself down his neck like a piston. He groaned in pleasure and pain. The man's dick was so big and hard that it hurt to keep hitting the very back of his throat. Nick could do nothing but put his hands on Francis' waist, feeling the hard muscles of his thighs, through his tight pants, as he took the man's full erection into his eager mouth like a desperate whore. "FUCK!" Francis yelled, putting both his hands on Nick's head and bucking his hips upwards, invading the boy's wet hole. Nick sucked him off for merely a second before Francis' semen shot up inside his mouth. His cock jerked and his balls contracted. Three powerful jets of his hot jock-spunk attacked the back of Nick's throat, burning his skin and filling him up. The thick fluid felt heavy and it tasted so good, sweet and salty at the same time. Nick choked on his spunk, feeling the semen surge through his gullet like a thick, syrupy river. It was warm and sticky, running down his esophagus. The man's baby makers filled Nick's stomach and smeared every inch of his mouth with his cum. Three more shots escaped Francis' piss slit and this time hit the roof of Nick's mouth. Above him, Francis was writhing in pleasure, unable to catch his breathe or even talk as the bliss of Nick's mouth milked his cock of all sperm. He just felt Nick's soft, curly hair between his fingers and his soft skin against his. "Uhhhhnnnnn... fuckin swallow it, babe," Francis told him, pushing his head further down onto his thick pole. Nick milked his fat penis, struggling to breath as the sperm went down his throat. He swallowed it all of it, licking his lips for stray drops and then looked at Francis, seeing satisfaction etched across his face. He licked the trembling cock a few more times before he smiled at him, hoping to have given the jock exactly what he wanted. "You swallow it, baby? Did you take all of daddy's cum?" Nick nodded. "Yes, daddy." Francis rubbed his hair. "Come here," he told him, letting the boy climb up onto his body and lay his head on the man's chest. "That's a good boy," he said. Nick rested his head on his massive pecs, which were threatening to burst open the buttons of his shirt. He could hear the jock's heart beating wildly, and his muscles were still pumping blood throughout his body, making his veins pop and his biceps flex. The two boys lay with each other, listening to the other breath as they calmed down, while Francis was still seated on the toilet seat, his cock still half-hard and shaking underneath Nick's ass. Finally, when his fat dick had gone soft, he stuffed his junk back into his pants and zipped up, quickly wiping any signs of cum or slobber from his crotch. Then, still aware that Nick's own boner was pitching a tent in his pants, he gave the boy a horny smirk. "Need someone to take care of that?" "Y-yeah" he muttered, closing his eyes as he felt his man's big hands ease their way up his thighs to his point of pleasure. Nick's erection was clearly visible now and Francis wanted to taste him. He could hear the laughter in Francis' voice as he muttered for Nick to lay himself across the toilet seat and lean back against the wall. His fingers writhed their way through Nick's waist and managed to free his crotch of the fabric walls in a matter of moments. Before Nick could even think their situation through--surely Francis' cousins could get here at any moment--he realized that his belt was unbuckled, his button was undone and his fly was down. The length of his hardened cock drove through the cloth of his loose boxer shorts, since briefs had proven to be a little too warm for the boys with the weather now changing. The stain of Nick's pre-cum from having blown Francis was spread wide across the light grey, buttoned fly. Francis put his lips to the head of the dick that protruded from the thin cloth. The definition of his head, now desperate to expose itself from Nick's foreskin, was a sight that turned the jock on, and the bulge of his balls underneath, loaded with sperm ready to blow at any sensitive touch, was a thought that propelled his mission to get his boyfriend off. Francis needed to suck Nick's cock. "Ohh god... F-Francis..." Nick bucked his hips as the stud flicked his tongue over the thin cloth. His face was now fully engulfed in the teenager's crotch and the smell of his dirty, salty jizz was making him overwhelmingly eager to get to young man's actual dick. But the taste of his spunk mingled with the dirty male scent of his boxers was getting him off too. Francis enjoyed every moment of teasing the tight piece of ass he called his boyfriend. "You like that baby?" Francis muttered, a long string of saliva trailing from the corner of his lip to the glob of spit he'd massaged onto the boy's now soaked underwear. Nick's reply was merely an ecstatic sigh. "Yyeahhh...." Francis continued to lather his head, then inched his way up the length of the boy's veiny shaft. The jock maneuvered Nick's cock so that it was pointed down. Nick's short boxers had ridden up his smooth thighs so that now his cock head was exposed from one of the legs. Francis managed to reach inside there, moving his fingers up to grab the boy's balls. He rolled them in his fingers, grinning as Nick's entire body convulsed before him. The boy grabbed at Francis' head and shoulders, trying to get through the pain of not unloading himself right then, but it was too much. His hips bucked and Francis felt the teenager's testicles jerk. His fat cock shook violently as Nick let out a whimpering moan. His foreskin was not fully retracted just yet so semi-powerful surges of cum splattered across Francis' arm, which was still halfway up his boxers while massaging Nick's balls. "Oh fuck!" Nick yelped, feeling his red hot cock head expel the thick, steamy fluid onto his boyfriend's warm, inviting skin. Francis smirked at the sight, suddenly thankful he'd done up his sleeves before he'd dug into Nick's pants. "Uhhhnnn.... fuckkkk..." "Got a little excited there, didn't we?" Francis said, smiling as he took his arm out from Nick's pants. The boy gave him a weak nod, still turned on by the sight of Francis' face at his groin. He was also a bit embarrassed at having cummed so quickly but seeing as Francis had done so once or twice before, he knew that his boyfriend didn't mind. Francis licked the large pools of warm spunk off his forearm, using his tongue to scoop it up while his lips sucked the remaining residue off. He teased Nick with his seductive mouth, slobbering the boy's cum off his own hairy arm and gulping down every last drop. Francis was putting on a show for me. He knew the sight of it would turn Nick on, but the boy'd dick had never gone soft. The teenager was only getting harder. "That's so hot..." Nick murmured, feeling his balls loosen already. Francis nodded, raising his eyebrows. "Yeah?" He nodded back. "Yeah." The jock's fingers grazed the sensitive head of his dick, playing with his foreskin until it was partially pulled back over his hard head. "Looks like someone's still got a bit more left..." Nick's eyes closed as he threw his head back, biting his lower lip as the stud exposed more of his body. His pants were pulled further down and now Francis was pushing his boxers up, trying to free the boy's dick and his low-hanging balls from the leg hole. His testicles ached with yearning. Francis' only smiled at this: his face was pink and eager, like he was desperate to take the boy's member into his mouth. Soon enough, Francis' hand was over Nick's wet, sweaty boner. He put two fingers around his base, feeling his head with his other hand and stroking his shaft. "Uhnnn..." Nick whispered, unable to even get out any actual words. The feeling of having this massive dude down on his knees, begging to suck his cock, was better than anything he'd ever felt. The only thing that made that moment even better was knowing that this man loved him. Francis then put his lips to the tip, massaging the foreskin of his head and using his mouth to suck out all the pre-cum that waited inside his shaft. "Is that okay?" Francis asked, in-between licks and kisses. There was some pre-cum dribbling down his chin. The jock was just as much of a whore as Nick was. Nick nodded, unable to breath. His muscles went numb and his head pounded with pleasure. It felt like scorching, tingling heat was spreading through his body. It started at his dick reached into his groin, making its way into the pit of his stomach, through his tight abs and then pulling at his chest. The boy's nipples were hard and now his face was fully flushed, sweat dripping form his temples. Then, once Francis had enough of teasing him, he put his whole mouth over Nick's shaft and wrapped his tongue around the base. "Uhnnnn... F-Francis!" Francis smiled as he sucked Nick's cock. He widened his mouth as his tongue rolled over his boyfriend's pulsing veins and trembling flesh. His cock tasted sweet and salty, and despite being covered in a film of sweat, it smelled like fruity shampoo and body wash, mixed with Nick's personal scent of sweat and sex. To Francis, it smelled better than anything else in the world. It was like eating candy--the sweet taste of ecstasy in his mouth. The stud used his big hands to massage the boy's thighs, feeling him up and down as he moved his manly lips all across his shaft and head. He took all of Nick in, gagging every so often, which filled Nick up with pride and ecstasy. While he blew Nick, the stud's own body stiffened. But he focused on Nick instead, licking up any sperm that fell out of his tip. He pulled down his foreskin and lapped at his piss-slit like an animal, slurping up whatever came out of him. "Oh shit! Fuck... don't stop Francis... you're fucking amazing..." He smiled as he took the boy's thick cock in his mouth. He plunged himself even deeper and dug his nose into Nick's sweaty pubes. He played with his balls, holding them firmly between his fingers and rubbing them slowly, milking the cum from out of them. He took in the twink's movements as he writhed and jumped on the toilet seat, sighing out in pleasure and moaning the man's name. "Ohhh shit! Oh shit!" Nick whispered, his voice barely audible as Francis' mouth drained him of his energy. Nick's hips bucked once more, thrusting himself into the man's mouth as he felt his cock shake and tremble, reacting eagerly to every bit of Francis' velvety tongue. Francis' eyes burned and his throat felt like it was on fire as he downed himself on the teenager's pulsing cock. He could feel the boy spilling his seed inside of him, and it urged him on. It tasted better teach time he'd go down on him, and knowing that the boy had a fat wad of Francis' cum sitting in the pit of his stomach made Francis even more excited to down every inch of his wet, slippery shaft. He put all his effort into that action, his tongue rolling against the throbbing vein of the thick shaft and swallowing the semen that burst out from the big pink tip. The man's nose and face slammed hard into Nick's hairy groin. Francis could see the boy's entire body shaking as he swept his hands through the man's hair, feeling his face against his groin. Feeling the jock's big, rough hands on his waist, bobbing his head up and down on the teenager's cock like a sex-slave, made Nick's boner swell up even more. "Francis, I-I'm gonna blow!" he moaned, grasping at the man's head and trying to stop himself from bursting to quickly. "Mmhmm..." Francis said. He stopped only for a moment to give him his full answer. "Cum on my face," he asked. Then he went down on him. He licked up the salty ejaculate that dripped out of his tip and then used his tongue to tickle his piss-slit. "Oh god... Francis! Uhn!" "Cum, baby," Francis mumbled, feeling the boy's cock tremble and his whole body convulse. "Uhhhnnn! Francis! I'm gonna cum!" "Do it... cum all over my face," he replied, taking in the teenager's cock again and waiting for it to erupt. When it did, Nick's whole waist bucked, and he pulled his dick out and slapped it onto Francis' face. Watery spurts of cum shot out of his tip, splurging all over his boyfriend's face. It started from the bridge of his nose and ran down his lips and his mouth, where Francis stuck out his tongue and licked as much of it as he could. What he couldn't get ran down his chin and dripped off his neck like a fountain, huge loads splattering across the floor and some of it streaming down to the jock's neck. Nick sighed out weakly, collapsing onto the back of the toilet seat as his dick exploded, and then, he felt Francis continue to suck on him, licking up his cum and swallowing everything that leaked out of his member. "Uhhhnnnn... Francis..." Nick moaned, unable to believe that he'd just came all over the stud's face and that Francis was still sucking on him like some cheap man-whore. "You taste fuckin amazing," Francis murmured, wiping Nick's cum off his lips and swallowing the last bits that remained. He took what was on his face by scooping it with the tips of his fingers but instead discarding it, he loaded the cum into his mouth as if it were hot taffy. Nick gave him a dopey smile, still shuddering after the last drops of spunk leaked out of his dick. "You did great job, Francis," he whispered back, watching his boyfriend swallow his thick spunk. "You looked so fucking hot taking my dick." "How do I look with cum all over me?" Nick laughed at him. "Like a real man-slut." Francis giggled back. "Nice." They both kissed each other, letting Francis and his cum-soaked face slobber all over Nick's face as well. They both took turn licking the spunk off the other, giggling while relishing in the taste. Once Nick's dick had gone soft, he zipped himself up--wet, cum-stained boxers and all--and helped Francis with his pants too. Then, once Francis had given the boy's tight ass a good spanking, the two of them turned on the sink and helped each other get stay flecks of cum off of each other's shirts and pants. Even dry, the semen would show on some of the darker cloth. They took a good ten minutes cleaning each other up, and getting all of the cum off Francis' face, before they finally straightened themselves off and opened up the bathroom door. "Hey there," a familiar voice came, making the both of them jump. Nick turned his head and instantly felt his heart stop beating. His skin turned numb and for a moment he thought his vision blurred. Matthew McCarthy was laid out on a hotel chair before them, his legs spread wide and a smug look on his face. He leaned back and raised his eyebrows, staring at the both of them with a cheeky grin. "You two have fun?" Matt asked. ****************************************** Letter from the author: I am still writing this series! Chapter 16B will be posted in a few weeks' time from now. I can't give you an exact time frame but the wait won't be as long as it was for this part. I would have published A+B as one piece but I wanted to give all of you something to read since I've received so many concerned emails and the wait between pieces has just been so long! Again, I'm sorry for the huge delay but I was taking a bit of a break from writing in order to focus on school. I'm not sure if there will still be a total of 20 chapters (I'm counting 16A and B as one whole chapter) since things with school have gotten so busy and my interest in writing this series has taken a dip. But! I WILL continue to write this story until there is a clear ending. I will still try to write 20 parts but if not, the series will still have its originally-intended ending. Also sorry for taking so long to respond to so many of your emails. I have over a hundred messages in my inbox so eventually answering all of them got too frightening! I forget to check that account so sometimes the messages can really pile up. Thank you to all my wonderful readers and supporters, I hope you aren't too upset over the quality of this chapter but since it is only one half, I promise you that things will pick up in part B. There will be more of a story line in that one. I just thought that giving you something would be better than nothing! Part B is around 50 percent done so it won't take too long to do. Happy reading! Cheers, Scott P.S: also 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. I'll put up frequently asked questions too and new stories that are written once Jocks of the South is over will get updates on that blog too. ****************************************** Still more chapters to come! 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