Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2023 21:52:27 -0400
From: Archer Lancewright <archerlance2151@gmail.com>
Subject: Nathan's Proposition-- Chapter 4

"Where did you fuck Arnie at?" Nathan bluntly asks Vince. The two of them
are sitting directly across from each other at Vince's small kitchen
table. The older man is still fully clothed, but Nathan is only in his
black and blue boxers and his socks, nothing else. His long sandy brown
hair is still in the ponytail, but it's slightly tousled now.

"In the ass." Vince replies with a snarky smirk, causing the boy to
snicker.

"That isn't what I meant, and you know it!" He says as he takes the final
bite of his turkey sandwich.

"I know. I like teasing you though." The man tells him with a smile, "I
fucked him on the couch." He points to the brown leather sofa.

Nathan looks over to the couch and nods, "Hmm."

"Don't worry. I cleaned it afterwards." Vince assures him. Nathan smiles
at him before taking a long drink of his water. The man adores that
smile. He wished he got to see it more often. He gets the feeling that
the boy wants to ask him something else, but he doesn't, so Vince says,
"Can I ask you something Nathan?"

"Sure."

"That day you and your brother were helping me build my shelves, and you
told Noah that you have standards, were you making a jab at me as well as
your brother? I noticed you looked right at me as you said it."

"No." Nathan responds with a shake of his head, "I didn't even really
mean it towards Noah either, I was just giving him shit is all. I mean,
he's been with some questionable girls, but I don't judge."

Vince nods, accepting Nathan's explanation. Of course he isn't
judgmental; the kid is good, through and through.

"I'm sorry for making you think I was judging you. But, you know how my
brothers and I are with each other; we pick and tease one another all the
time. It's how we show affection."

Vince nods and remembers something from two weeks ago: Nathan and Noah
had walked over to the man's trailer when they had seen him sitting on
his front porch. It was a particularly warm Fall day. The three of them
of them just casually chatted about nothing in particular, eventually the
brothers brought up a TV show Vince hasn't seen and who the best written
character in it was. The show was called Game Of Thrones.

"The best written character is by far Tyrion Lannister." Noah
declared."He has so many great lines throughout the series!"

"Tyrion is one of the best, without a doubt." Nathan had started, "But I
think Varys and Littlefinger had the best back and forth dialog in the
whole series."

Noah scoffed, "Bullshit Nate! Their dialog doesn't even come close to
Tyrion's!"

"But it does though." Nathan had said before launching into a statement
explaining why he feels the way he does. Vince only listened to them,
unable to add anything to the discussion since he hadn't seen the show.

Once Nathan was finished, Noah had looked at his younger brother with
irritation, "Yeah, well you're a twat Nate, so your opinion doesn't
matter!"

"Actually my opinion matters more than yours does Noah, because unlike
you, my IQ is higher than my shoe size!"

Noah punched Nathan on the arm for that remark, which Nathan had
returned. The two of them continued hitting each other on their arms for
a bit before Noah had grabbed his younger brother and wrestled him down
into the grass, they began rolling around the man's yard. Noah is a tad
shorter than his brother and has a stocky build and has a strength
advantage over him, but Nathan had managed to hold his own against his
older brother. Once they had stopped, they laied on the ground a few
moments before Noah hopped up and held a hand put for Nathan. Hurling
insults at your family is an unconventional way of showing them your
love, but Vince finds it endearing.

If only the man were as close to his family. To his son. To his niece. To
his brother.. No. Not his brother. Best he forget about his brother after
what he did all those years ago.

Pulling himself back to the present, Vince says with a chuckle, "I've
learned this since hanging around you guys!"

The older man looks at the twink sitting across from him. Nathan meets
his stare and maintains the contact. The boy is obviously becoming more
comfortable with the man. It's still hard for Vince to believe that
Nathan has low self esteem, given his handsome looks. But the man
shouldn't be surprised, even good looking people can struggle with their
self esteem and anxiety.

Looking into the boy's kind hazel eyes makes Vince's heart lurch. And
having him mostly naked causes his lust for the boy to skyrocket. Vince
stands up and walks over to where Nathan is sitting and kneel down next
to the boy, on his knees. Nathan gives him a questioning look. "Are you
ready for another?" He asks him, and prays that the boy's answer will be
yes.

Jubilation washes over the man when the boy nods his head.

"Good. Now turn the chair towards me." He orders the boy.

Nathan's eyebrows raise up and his eyes scan the kitchen, "What? Right
here?"

Vince nods with lust in his dark blue eyes, "Right here. Right now."

Nathan grins and shrugs his shoulders and stands up, just enough to pick
the wooden chair up off the floor, and turns it towards the man. On his
knees in front of the boy, Vince looks up at him and sees the lust in his
hazel eyes as well. He barely places a hand on the boy's crotch before
Nathan's dick gets hard as a brick, causing the man to smile. "Let's get
these off of you again." He tells Nathan with his fingers under the
waistband. Nathan stands, allowing the man to pull the black and blue
boxers off of him and tossing them haphazardly to the side somewhere.
Precum drips from the tip, Vince grabs the boy's dick and licks it clean,
he feels Nathan shudder.

The boy sits back down in the chair without the man having to tell him
to. Vince takes the boy's dick back in his hand and begins teasing the
tip of it with his tongue. More precum has oozed back out, causing the
man to smile. Nathan is a cum machine!

The older man runs his hands up Nathan's slim, hairy torso, feeling his
abs under the thick hair on his stomach, and the goosebumps erupting on
the boy's skin. He places his face at Nathan's balls, and begins licking
them and sucking. The boy lets out a loud moan. He lets out another one
soon after, a louder one, when Vince takes his dick in his mouth and
starts sucking it. He loves the taste of the boy's cum. It makes the man
frenzied. So much so that he doesn't even bother taking his time this go
around. He bobs his head up and down on Nathan's hard, cut dick. The boy
is a squirming mess in the chair right now. Vince looks at him as he
works on his member, the boy is gripping the back of the chair in an
awkward position, but from the look of pure pleasure on the boy's face,
he obviously doesn't mind.

Nathan only manages to last a minute and twelve seconds (yes, the man is
timing it) this round before his sweet, salty cum fills Vince's mouth,
and being rocked by his sixth orgasm of the day. Only six more to go
before I reach my goal, Vince thinks to himself.

The boy had gotten better at holding it in, but Vince knows this was his
fault. He was more aggressive with this blow job than he had been with
the others. The lust completely took over.

The hours after melt away quickly after that, causing sadness to settle
on Vince's chest. He hates that his time with Nathan has passed by so
quickly.

The older man makes the boy cum three more times in those hours. After
the ninth, he could tell Nathan was completely drained.

So close to my goal.. he tells himself.

"I feel like my balls are completely empty. Like you sucked every drop of
cum out of them. And they may never refill again!" Nathan tells,
breathing heavily.

Vince laughs, "They will refill, I promise. Are you okay?"

Nathan swallows, "Yeah, I'm good. But I don't know if I have the strength
to get up." He smiles. They had long since moved back to Vince's bedroom.
The boy is once again sprawled out on the queen sized bed, threatening to
pass out any second.

"You can sleep for a bit." Vince tells him.

Nathan looks at his phone, "No. I need to get home. My parents and Isaac
will be home soon. I have to shower before they are."

"You can shower here." The man offers, "I'll behave." He tells the boy
with a wink.

Nathan laughs, "I appreciate it, but I need to change my underwear
anyway. These smell like cum!" He slowly gets up and dresses. He then
wraps his lanky, muscular arms around Vince in a surprising hug. "Thank
for for today." He says quietly. Vince returns the gesture before they
break away and head to his front door.

"I can't wait to see you again, Nathan Tully!" Vince tells him.

With a smile, Nathan waves goodbye and walks out the door, Vince watches
hungrily as he does.

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NATHAN'S POV

The second Nathan walks through his front door, he heads to his bedroom
and retrieves a fresh pair of boxers, then goes to the bathroom, where he
strips the clothes off his slim, hairy, muscled body, pulls his long
sandy brown hair into a messy bun, and hops into the warm water pouring
from the shower head.

He quickly washes his body off, doing his best not to get his hair wet.
Once he's finished, he gets our, drys off, and puts the same clothes back
on, the thin gray t shirt and black jeans, (minus the black and blue
boxers). The boy runs a comb through his tousled hair until its straight
and neat again before putting it back into a neat ponytail. After that,
he opens the bathroom door to let out the stream and dries up as much as
the moisture as he can. This all may seem like a bit much, but Nathan
doesn't want his family becoming suspicious of him. They know he had a
shower that morning, if they knew he had another one, they'd ask
questions. The boy doesn't want them to know of his newly began
clandestine relationship with Vince O'Brien.

Not yet, anyway.

Or does he want them to find out ever? Nathan even isn't sure. He hasn't
thought that far ahead.

What the boy was sure of was that he had an overwhelming urge to lose to
his virginity. He didn't know to whom he wanted to lose it to when the
urge had taken over him; he pictured it happening with Nora Kinkaid, a
girl in his grade, whom he has a had a crush on since their freshmen
year. She's hot, but not arrogant about it. She's really nice, smart, and
funny too. Nathan and she are friendly with each other, but don't know
one another well enough for a relationship. There are a few other girls
he could've approached for sex, but none of them interested him. Plus, he
does have his standards. Being with someone who has slept around a lot
obviously doesn't bother Nathan; he's asked a handsome, older man who
uses Grindr, to be his first, after all. There's just something about the
man that the boy finds irresistible.

When he saw Vince that evening that the boy walked over to his trailer
with his dad and brother, something awoke in Nathan.

Something pulled him to Vince, as cliche as that is to say.

Nathan had long suspected that Vince was bi. He has noticed the older man
looking at dudes over the years, plus he has seen guys leaving Vince's
home at random times. Nathan's dad always said that Vince was buying weed
from them, but Nathan just knew something else was going on with Vince
and the guys. When the man had confirmed his sexuality to the boy a few
days ago, Nathan felt triumphant, his suspicions were correct!

Leaving the bathroom, Nathan sees the family dog (a small black and white
Shih Tzu) named Missy, sitting patiently in the entry way of the hallway.
The boy chuckles, "I'll take you outside in a minute, girl." His words
cause Missy to perk up, she runs up to him excitedly. He goes into his
bedroom and retrieves his phone from the desk and sees he has new message
from his friends' group chat. And one from his uncle Simon. Simon is his
dad's younger and only brother. His uncle is the one who pays Nathan's
and his brother's phone bill every month. The brothers have always been
close to their uncle, but not as close as they could be if Simon lived in
the same state as them.  Uncle Simon was born and raised here, but moved
away after he was older.

He decides to look at them later and pockets his phone. With Missy in
tow, they go to the back door, the boy gets the leash from the hook on
the wall and clips it to Missy's collar.

He walks the small dog all around their yard for several minutes.
Unfortunately, the boy forgot to put his hoodie on and is regretting that
now, it's gotten cooler since he walked back from Vince's. His arms and
hands are cold. His hazel eyes wander over to the older man's trailer,
trying to detect any signs of movement. There is none. Nathan wonders if
Vince is watching him now.

Nathan can hardly believe that he had his first blow job today, or that
he had managed to cum so many times in one day. Thinking about it makes
his lust wake up briefly, but then he yawns, his body's way of reminding
him how exhausted he is, and the lust fades away.

John's gray car pulls into the driveway, the back door quickly opens,
almost immediately, and an adorable eight year old boy with curly dirty
blonde hair jumps out and runs up to Nathan.

"Hey Nate!" The little boy says in an excited tone, "I missed you!" He
throws his little arms around Nathan's waist.

Nathan returns his little brother's hug with his free arm and rustles his
curly hair, "I missed you too Isaac. Did you have fun at mamaw and
papaw's?" Missy wags her tail happily next to them. Isaac kneels down to
pet her.

"Yeah! Papaw made carrot cake, but I had to eat all of my dinner before I
could have a piece!" He scrunches up his little face, "I had to eat
brussel sprouts."

Nathan smiles at the little kid.l, "Eating your dinner is important
Isaac. It'll help you grow up to be strong!" Nathan encourages him.

"I want to be as strong as you are Nate!"

This causes Nathan to smile warmly, "You will be stronger than me, I'm
sure of it!" Isaac looks the most like their oldest brother, Eli. The kid
will likely be burly like Eli is, when he's older. Being burly makes Eli
stronger than Nathan, since he is slim.

"Where is your jacket, my sweet boy?" His mom asks when she approaches.
Irina Tully is a small woman, standing at only 5'2. Named after her
maternal, Russian grandmother, she inherited the genes of her paternal
Native American grandmother. With her raven dark hair and chocolate brown
eyes. She is always being complimented on her beauty by someone, be it
friends, relatives, or strangers.

"I forgot it." Nathan tells her honestly.

Irina tsks at him, "You'll catch yourself a cold Nathaniel." She
chastises him in a loving, motherly way. His mom never shortens his name
to "Nathan" or "Nate". He is always "Nathaniel" to her. And Eli is always
"Elijah".

"I'll be fine."

"Nate, you've always been the sickly one of the family. You need to be
careful." John tells him.

"I know dad." Nathan rolls his hazel eyes in annoyance.

"I just don't want you to get sick, man."

"I know. I'll be more careful." Some of the boy's annoyance melts away..

"Mamaw and papaw Tully missed you. They send their love." Irina tells
him.

Nathan nods, "I'll see them next weekend." When the boy had told his
parents he wanted to stay home earlier in the day, he thought of feigning
some illness, but decided against it. He would have felt awful about
lying to them and his grandparents. So he gave them some form of the
truth; he just wanted to relax after the long school week he had. He, of
course, refrained from mentioning that he "relaxed" at Vince's.

Irina steps towards him and places a small hand to his cheek, "You look
exhausted my boy, are you feeling alright?"

Nathan keeps his face neutral, "Just stayed up too late last night."

His mom studies him a few seconds with her observant chocolate brown eyes
before accepting his explanation. Nathan mentally exhales. Irina Tully
has an almost supernatural gift when it comes to observation and reading
people. She really should've become a detective.

They all go into the trailer together.

"Hey Nate! Will you play Mario Kart on the Switch with me?" Isaac asks
his brother. Nathan doesn't particularly want to, but he does. He can't
look at Isaac's big brown eyes and say "no".

The rest of the day passes by uneventfully. Nathan and Isaac played Mario
Kart an hour or so. Noah came home later that night and went to his room.
Nathan fell asleep while scrolling through Instagram (the only social
media he has). He never posts anything.  Just follows his friends, meme
pages, and cute animal videos.

The boy had dreamed that he was back at Vince's, having his dick sucked
again. He woke up with a massive hard on and feeling wet. It is still
dark outside, the trailer is quiet. Nathan sleeps only in his boxers,
even when it's cold outside. He strips his underwear off and touches his
rock hard, six inch dick. It screams for a release. He begins stroking
the shaft of his member, thinking of Vince's mouth being wrapped around
him. He does his best to keep his moans of pleasure quiet, the walls of
the trailer are paper thin. He and his brothers have heard noises coming
from their parents' room countless times over the years, noises no kid
wants to hear coming from their mom and dad.

Nathan is stroking quickly now, his hand is sticky from the cum. He
fondles his balls while he strokes, soon that familiar feeling washes
over him, indicating an orgasm is near. The boy speeds up and bites down
on his lower lip. Hot sticky cum ruptures out of his cut dick, spraying a
river of the liquid on his hairy stomach.  A soft moan escapes his lips.

Vince was right, his balls did refill themselves. The boy knew they would
of course. Still, he's surprised at how much semen he just stroked out of
them after the amount they released only hours ago with the older man.

After cleaning himself off, Nathan decides to check his group chat, and
is shocked by what he reads. Normally his friends and he use the chat to
share funny posts/videos they find online or to plan their weekend
outings.

But what he sees doesn't make him laugh or even smile. It makes the boy
sad.

*OMG Guys! Arnie Williams is dead!!*