Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2013 14:57:18 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Nicholson Boy, Chapter 10 The Nicholson Boy Chapter 10 "Whoah there, Tuck!" said a familiar voice. "Why're you pullin' up your shorts, buddy?" I had just been stumbled upon pullin' up my shorts on the back steps of the Sigma Alpha Theta house. The two figures that I had been watchin' from where I sat were standin' there one second and then the next second they were gone. Vanished. I looked up and saw Dan Fisk starin' back at me. "Uh," I stuttered. "My shorts?" I looked down at my red Flash Gordon shorts. Hell, I didn't know what to say. "Uh... you see, Dan... I had this here itch and I had to pull my shorts down for a second in order to... um... scratch it." "An itch?" "Yep." "Was it on your balls or somethin'?" "Yeah. Thereabouts." Dan shrugged and then he took a couple steps closer. "What's that white stuff on your shorts?" I looked down at the pearly droplets of cum on my shorts. "Uh... you mean the white stuff down here on my shorts?" I said. "Yeah." "That would be, well... you see... that would be... uh..." "What would it be, Tuck?" "That would be, you see, the stuffin' from the stuffed hogs inside the frat house. I mean, damn, that sure was some finger-lickin' good ham they had in this here house and that stuffin' had to be the best damned stuffin' I ever had!" I could see the wheels in Dan's brain turnin'. "Stuffin'?" he asked. "That's kinda funny cuz I don't remember any white stuffin' on those hogs. I mean, that stuff on your shorts kinda looks like jizz and it even looks like you have some here on your lip," and Dan reached forward with his finger and scooped up the drops of cum on my upper lip and on the corner of my mouth. Watchin' Dan take up my cum with his finger made my cock tingle so I had to think serious thoughts to get my dick to calm down. "Physics! Einstein! Physics! Einstein!" I said over and over in my head. Dan took a second to look at the white stuff on his finger and my mouth dropped open when I watched as Dan stuck out his tongue and placed the jizzy finger right down in the center of it. "Mmmmm," said Fisk. His eyes seemed to roll into the back of his head. "That sure is some good stuffin'," he said. "It's real sweet, too. I wonder where I can get some more? You think they might have some stuffin' left inside the house, Allston?" Fisk reached a hand up under his toga and rubbed his muscular chest. He squeezed one of his nips as he licked the inside of his mouth with his tongue to get a taste of every last drop of the white suffin'. He grabbed his crotch and just sorta squeezed it a bit. Man, Fisk really seemed to like that stuffin'. And it wasn't a complete lie callin' it stuffin'. I mean it was stuffin': it was the stuffin' from inside my dick that's all. "I don't know, Fisk," I said to the baseball stud's question about more stuffin' inside the house. I sighed. "What's goin' on, Fisk? I mean, I'm 'bout ready to head back home because I'm all partied out." "But you just got here." "I know, but I'm just not feelin' this party anymore. Besides, I think I must have the lamest costume on campus." "We could go back in and get you a toga." That was somethin' to think about. I mean, I would certainly have a better time at a toga party if I was actually wearin' a toga. "No, that's alright, man," I said. "I'm just gonna head home." I thought about how I would get home: I had come with Matheson and he was clearly partyin' it up with the few chicks that were still left at the party. "I'll just walk," I said. "I mean, it's not that far. Maybe a couple miles." "Damn, we really do need to get you a bike for Christmas! But no worries, Allston. I'll give you a ride." "You sure?" "Yeah," said Fisk. "I didn't have a single drink all night. Promise!" Me and Fisk reach my dorm room and after I put the key in the door, Fisk roughly pushed the door open. I got a good view of Fisk's ass in the toga as he walked into the room and damn was that a mighty fine ass. It was strong and muscular but the ass cheeks just kinda jiggled as he sauntered into the room. I felt like he was walkin' like that just to get me goin'. And the ass didn't jiggle too much but had just enough of a jiggle to provide a cushion for when you pushed in with your cock. The kinda beefy butt shake of a jock in the lockerroom and that's just what you needed I think. I mean, you didn't want your dick slidin' against an ass of solid rock, did you? You needed some kinda cushion. So Fisk walked into my room and jumped into my bed. "Your bed is so comfy, Tucker!" he stretched his arms out and I saw his dark hair from his pits and the striations in his biceps and his lats. The way he was layin' in the bed, Fisk's toga shimmied all the way up to his waist and I saw that he wasn't wearin' briefs but a tight white jock. Instant hard-on. I covered my crotch with my hands. "Fisk, what're you doin'?" I said. "I mean, I'm home now. Thanks." "Dude, I'm way too beat to drive all the way back home." "Uh... so what're you sayin'?" "I'm sayin' that you have to let me crash here for the night. I mean, it's the least you can do considerin' that I drove your poor ass all the way home. Hey, do you have any porn!" And Fisk reached for the remote control to my TV. "No, I don't have any porn!" I said as I snatched the remote outta his hands. "Well, do you at least have the Playboy Channel or the Spice Channel or somethin'?" "Fisk," I said, shakin' my head. "Do you see that on top of the television, man? That's not a cable box. That's not a DVD player. That's a VHS player that I bought offa bum in town for like five bucks. I have one VHS tape in the whole damned dorm room and it's not porn. Now get outta my room." "Don't tell me you're not horny, too, Tuck. You got that look in your eyes." "What look in my eyes?" "You know, that look that's like 'please let there be a hole for me to slide my dick into somewhere!'. And I know that the white stuff on your shorts wasn't stuffin'. I mean, I'm dumb, but I'm not that dumb. I think I know what cum looks like." "Good for you, Watson." "Who? Whatever. I'll get you off if you get me off." Honestly, I didn't have the energy or the interest in fightin'. If Fisk wanted to fuck, then we could fuck. I mean, I still had enough left in me even after watchin' those two guys in the back of the Sigma Alpha Theta house for another round. Great minds think alike, I guess, because literally the second that I began to reach for Fisk's dick underneath his toga, he began to reach for my dick in my shorts. I sat on the edge of the bed and Fisk slid his hand underneath the waist band of my shorts. "You don't waste any time, do ya?" he said. I was already rock hard and my dick was already horny. I don't know why, but I got horny real fast and I gave Fisk's dick a squeeze underneath the toga. "Take off your jock," I said. Fisk sat up and turned so his ass was facin' me as he slid off his jock. With his jock off, I saw that Fisk had this tight, small little slit of an asshole. I watched him flex and relax it to tease me. "How's that?" he said. "Good," I replied. "Get over here," and I slapped Fisk on that ass. Fisk scooted over to me and I grabbed onto his dick again. I got a good look at Fisk as I jerked him. He wasn't big and beefy like Matheson but had this tallswimmer's build with wide shoulders and a super slim waist. He looked mighty good sittin' on my bed in just his toga. I jerked his dick off for a few minutes and once I saw the first drop of cum ooze out the tip of the piss slit, I opened my mouth wide, bent down over Fisk's lap, and took that fat cock into my mouth. "Holy shit!" said Fisk, tossin' his head back. Within a few seconds, Fisk's dick was slammin' against the back of my throat. "Oh my god! You took my dick down in one gulp!" "Mmmmm Hmmmmm!" I mumbled. Yup. It was time for Kentucky boy Tucker Allston to suck a dick. I guess I just had a thing for dudes in togas. I felt Fisk put his hand on top of my heand and rub his hands through my blond hair as I let his cock slide in and outta my mouth. "Oh my God, Tuck," he said. "I wanted this for so long. You're makin' me so happy right now. You don't even know." I took Fisk's cock all the way down to the base and I let the hair from his balls tickle my nose. Fisk held my head firmly down on his cock and began to fuck upward into my face. "Yeah, just like that," he said. "Choke on my fuckin' dick." I guess I was a natural or maybe I could just hold my breath for a long time because I had no problem keepin' Fisk's dick all the way in the back of my throat for a good thirty seconds. I felt his thick cockhead push against the back of my throat and tickle my uvula and I was totally fine. I guess I had a natural skill that I never knew about. As I deep-throated his dick, I reached up and rubbed Fisk's chest and abs with my hand. I could tell that Fisk was really gettin' into this because his body started to shake and he began leakin' lots of cum in my mouth. "I'm close," he said. "Finger my hole." "What?" I asked, pullin Fisk's dick outta my mouth. "Finger my hole, Allston! Shove two fingers up there." I couldn't really say no, could I? I mean, it wouldn't be a generous thing for me to just let the guy suffer when he was so close to cummin'. The least I could do was finger fuck him. So I slid two fingers in between Fisk's ass cheeks and shoved them in his ass. His sphincter was super tight at first, but all it needed was a little Southern sweet talkin' cuz it opened right up. It wasn't long before I was in all the way down to my knuckles. "Oh, fuck," said Fisk, rubbin' his hands all over his chest and squeezin' his nips in excitement. It wouldn't be long now. I fucked Fisk's ass fast with my fingers and then suddenly I felt his body get real tense. "Fuck!" he said. "Here I cum! Uh! Uh! Ahhhhhhh! Oh fuck! Fuck!!! This is better than the fuckin' World Series! Fuck! Fuck! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Fisk shoved my head back down on his dick and I felt the first shot of his cum hit the back of my throat. It was hot and it was sudden, but damn did it feel good. It tasted good, too. That first shot was followed by a second and a third and I didn't spill a drop. I opened my throat wide and swallowed it all. I tried my best to massage the cum out with my lips. "Oh shit," said Fisk as his body began to relax. "That was incredible. I never came like that before. Damn, boy! You're good!" "I know," I said, swallowin' the last drops of cum from inside of my mouth. "Now, it's time for the real thing." "What? What do you...?" And before I could say "Flash Gordon fucks Ming the Merciless on the rings of Jupiter!" Fisk was pullin' me up to a sittin' a position and lowerin' his hungry ass down on my dick. "Oh my fuckin' God!" I said. Here I was sittin' up and leanin' against the wall behind my bed with Fisk lowerin' his tight body lower and lower down on my dick. Pretty soon, he was ridin' me like a cowboy ridin' the prize bull at the county fair! He was facin' me and his still hard dick was slappin' against his hairy abs as he lowered his body up and down on my dick. Damn, his hole sure was tight and I could feel his sphincter twitch and struggle to keep itself open as I shoved my twelve inch dick in and outta his ass. "God, your dick is big," he said. Fisk obviously had never been fucked before because it seemed like his hole was doin' all it could to push my dick out. It didn't matter though, because I just shoved it back in again, all the way down to the base. "Fuck me," said Fisk. "Fuck me, Tucker. Hard as you can!" Fisk had his hands on my shoulders and I put my hands on his waist. I watched Fisk's hairy abs flex as he bounced up and down on my dick. "Yeah," he cooed as I began to fuck up into him as hard as I could. Fisk's whole body shook as I fucked up into him at the pace of a mile a minute. "Oh shit. Oh my God," he said. Dang, the feelin' of Fisk's ass sittin' down on my dick felt so good. I could feel the flesh of his muscular ass cheeks rubbin' against the inside of thigh. To top it all off, his sphincter was squezin', like clampin' down on my dick, and it felt super warm, too. I knew I was close. "I'm gonna cum soon," I said. "Oh fuck!" "Yeah, Tuck," said Fisk, rubbin' my chest and shoulders as I fucked him. "Cum for me, buddy. Cum inside my ass. I wanna feel your cum drippin' outta my ass." How could I say know to that? With one last thrust of my cock, my cock twitched and the first shot of cum shot out. I couldn't see the cum because it was all inside of Fisk's butt, but I felt the surge of electricity as each shot of cum pumped outta my dick. And Fisk didn't leave his position either. The whole time, his ass was lowered down on my dick, just sorta grindin' against my crotch. After about twenty or thirty seconds of that, Fisk pulled his body offa my dick and stood on all fours on the bed. Fisk flexed his butt and I watched as thick drops of creamy white cum oozed outta his tight jock hole and landed on the bed sheets. "Oh my God," said Fisk and me at the same time. We looked at each other with this amazed look in his eyes. That had to be one of the hottest things I had ever seen. When I woke up, I saw that it was still dark out because the blinds were drawn open and I could see the moon with a pitch black sky behind it. Still full like it was when the night began. Dang, Halloween night seemed to be draggin' on forever! I sat up and saw Fisk in his toga sleepin' like a burned out eight-year-old beside me in the bed. It was weird. Dan was a lot cuter when he was sleepin'. Probably because he wasn't talkin' and bein' a dickface like his usual self. I looked at the clock. "1:08 AM." "1:08AM?" I said out loud. "1:08AM???" Holy shit! That meant that Halloween night was over. Halloween night! The night that Frank Nicholson crashed his red Camaro into the baseball stands in 1969. Halloween night was over! That had to mean that Frank was gone, back to wherever it was that he came from. I was so caught up with this jizz-filled night that I forgot all about the guy, the only guy that ever really cared about me! And he was probably gone forever! That meant no more three meat breakfasteses! Holy shit! I wonder what happened to Frank? Was he alright? Maybe he was still at the Sheriff's Office. I jumped outta bed and stumbled over to a pair of jeans that I had on the floor of my dorm room. I pulled them on, somehow managin' to get two legs into the same pant leg so I had to take them off and start over. I pulled on a t-shirt, grabbed my keys, and ran outta the house. I ran down the stairs and made it to the door to the dorm. I pushed it open and made it outside. I looked around. I felt the cold air. I saw the trees around the dorm shakin' in the wind. I heard the hiss of that selfsame wind as it pushed past the trees and up the slope 'bout a mile down the road. I saw someone standin' on the concrete path that led from the dorm to the road. I felt like this dude was blockin' my way, but he really wasn't. I mean, he was just standin' there, not doin' any harm to nobody. But I stopped dead in my tracks. My heart started to pound. This person standin' on the path started to walk toward me and I heard the click of boots. Then I saw a black leather jacket. A shiny, killer leather jacket like the kind I always wanted to get for myself. Then I saw red hair: blood-red hair. After walkin' about eight or ten paces toward me, this guy stopped completely. He put his hands in his pockets and stared me dead in the eyes. "Halloween night is over," he said, and his voice was so deep. "I know," I said. "I can't believe it, too. I wasted the whole damned night." The man walked toward me some more until he was standin' right in front of me. He licked his lips. "You didn't waste it," he said. "You met me, right, Tucker?" "How do you know my name?" The man laughed and his laugh seemed to make my heart beat faster. "I'm on the baseball team," he said. "I know the names of everybody on the baseball team." I swallowed and I nodded my head. "You're Scott Danzig, right?" "Yes." I nodded again. It was the guy that I had seen at the toga party and who I had seen gettin' sucked off in the back of the Sigma Alpha Theta house. "You look like you're worried about something," Danzig said. "What're you worried about, Tucker? You're too handsome a kid to be worried about the small stuff." He shrugged. "If you're worried about him, you don't need to be. He'll be fine. For now." I knew that Danzig was talkin' about Frank, but I was so distracted by the pure physical presence of this big, handsome guy that I didn't even think to ask him how he knew about Frank Nicholson. Danzig raised up one of his hands and placed it on my cheek. "Your face is all red," he said. "You're ice cold. Why don't you go back inside and put on a jacket? It's turned cold out here." "I'm fine," I said. "I mean, I'll be fine once I figure out what to do." "Take mine, then," said Danzig. He slowly pulled off his leather jacket revealin' an extremely muscular frame. I was struck not only by the pecs that seemed to protrude from the shirt with erect nipples and the large traps and wide neck, but by the absolutely shredded triceps. I mean, this dude's arms looked like they had been chiseled outta limestone or somethin'. I watched his tris flex and relax as he pulled his arms outta the jacket. Once Danzig had the leather jacket completely off, he handed it to me. I took it and put it on. It was so heavy and warm. I can't explain it, but I felt so good wearin' it. I felt like the cheerleader in high school wearin' the quarterback's varsity jacket. Yeah, I know that's weird but pretty much everythin' that had happened to me since I came to this god-forsaken campus was as weird as a Catholic nun at a whorehouse! Danzig nodded with satisfaction as he looked at me wearin' his leather jacket. "That jacket looks mighty good on you," he said. "I might just have to let you keep it." "Naw," I said. "I'll give it back to you once the sun comes up." Danzig turned on his boot heels and began walkin' towards the road. "My car's this way." Sure enough, I could see a car on the road. "Follow me," he said. "I'll take you to the Sheriff's Office." I followed Danzig to the road and watched as he got into the driver's seat of a car. It was a cobalt blue convertible Cadillac De Ville. I don't know how old that car was but it looked like the oldest car I had ever seen driven on the road. And it was on right off the lot condition, too. How the Hell did this cat get a car like this? Once he was in the car, Danzig popped open the passenger side door. I took a seat and listened as the engine roared as the key was turned in the ignition. Next thing I knew, we were on our way to the Sheriff's Office. [To BE CONTINUED] [I will try to post more frequently. Sorry, buds!]