By Scott Goulding.
Nick Evans loved Mondays. It was the one day he could skip class–the excuse of volunteer work had gotten him off school more times than he could count. And seeing as Monday was the beginning of the working week, Nick knew that Francis McCarthy would be out on his farm, working hard, without a shirt on.
The McCarthy Farm consisted of a barn, a house, a stable for livestock, and large fields filled with various crops. A river ran behind the farm, which was built on the bottom of a forested hill. It was perfect for Nick to drive his old car to the hill on Mondays, bring some tissues, lube, and a dildo, and then spy on the McCarthy boys as they worked.
By the time Nick was in his Senior year, all the remaining McCarthy boys had left home, except the youngest–Francis–who looked like he’d wanted to stick around to inherit the farm when his parents passed away. Francis was twenty, two and a half years older than Nick, but he was much larger in comparison.
He was 6’2”, compared to Nick’s 5’9″, and was built powerfully with lean muscle. He had a small waist and large shoulders, muscled arms, a strong, beefy chest and chiseled abs. His face was pale and freckled, sporting bright green eyes and a straight nose. He used to have a big bush of curly brown hair on his head, but now it was cut short and straight, usually sticking up in a spiky fashion.
Nick didn’t have many friends, which might have contributed to the reason why his parents had bought him a car–it gave him more freedom and would encourage him to hang out with friends once he went away for college. But Nick hadn’t bothered to try that tactic in high school. He was shy and not at all outspoken–it seemed too scary to talk to people. No friends meant having a lot of free time outside of school.
But Francis McCarthy had a lot of friends–and Nick knew it.
Even when he didn’t have a car, Nick would bus to the edge of town and walk up the dirt road to the top of the McCarthy’s hill. The farm boys would take off their shirts in the sweltering heat, exposing their glittering, suntanned bodies. Their herculean figures were sweat-soaked and buff, giving them an alluring sheen as they worked. They’d plough fields, trim the grass, fix up broken fences, feed the horses and drive around with the tractor doing other various farm work.
The two McCarthy boys seemed a bit competitive, which would explain why they were both so well-built and muscled up. It was also rather hot to see them teasing each other while only half-dressed, smacking each other on their fat, round asses and sometimes stripping down to their underwear to go swimming in the river. But sometimes, when no one was around, Francis would strip to way less than his underwear.
Nick had noticed that whenever Francis’ parents were out in the town, Francis would invite a few girls and boys over and they’d go skinny-dipping in the river at night. Of course, this was a perfect way for Nick to rub one out, especially when Francis would bring a girl up to his room, turn out the lights, and make the chick moan her brains out. Their fucking noises made him extra horny. Also, it didn’t hurt to see Francis’ older brother sometimes take a dip, or attempt to seduce one of the girls by showing off his fat, big dick. It usually worked.
But something was different this Monday.
Nick knew that Mondays were when Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy had their date nights in town (which was why Nick took Mondays off from school), and it would sometimes result in Francis calling over friends or jacking off alone in his room. Despite the fact that the hill was a way’s up from the house, if Nick squinted enough, he could sometimes see through one of the windows into Francis’ room, able to see him walking around buck naked. But he’d never seen him with a boner, or jacking himself off.
But today, as the sun began to get close to the horizon, Nick couldn’t see or hear anything. He parked his car on the other side of the hill, where the dirt road was hidden from view. He had walked up the hill with a few tissues stuffed in his back pocket and binoculars in his hands–the one his uncle had bought him for bird watching when he was eleven. He’d only been using it recently to try and get a better look at Francis through his window. The past few weeks seemed to have consisted with him staying indoors and masturbating instead.
Nick laid down on his stomach in his usual spot between two large bushes and a big oak tree. He was skinny enough to fit and not get his clothes stuck on the thorns or branches. Nick used the binoculars to scope out each window of the house, and about five minutes later, he’d seen no sign of Francis. His truck was still parked at the front of the house, which meant Francis had to be near. Other than a strange thumping sound, he couldn’t hear or see the twenty-year old.
Nick got rid of the binoculars and began to look across the fields of the farm. Sure enough, there was Francis ploughing something on the floor with an axe, making the thumping noise. Nick wasn’t sure why Francis was working so late in the day–he’d already spent enough time in the barn that same morning and Nick had only stopped watching him earlier to get some lunch from town–when he thought Francis had quit for the day. But having returned after a quick dinner, Nick wasn’t sure why Francis was still on the field.
His arms were stretching and contracting, showing off his powerful biceps bulging out of the short sleeves of his darkened, sweat-stained white shirt. He had on a dark pair of boot-cut jeans fastened with a big belt. He was wearing those sexy cowboy shoes he usually did, and had his hat propped up nearby against the fence. His dog-tag flashed the sun’s light against his chest. The fabric of the shirt was taught around his chest, his nipples poking at it. It was clearly two sizes too small.
His muscles rippled with each movement and as Nick’s ears adjusted to the noise, he could hear Francis’ deep, hardened grunts and groans with each swing of the axe. Nick realized later that he seemed to be cutting up firewood. But why would he be doing that when it was so hot out–when it was almost spring?
Nick felt his dick stir beneath him. Watching the ripped hunk attack the wood had gotten him hard already, but hearing his moans of effort made his cock throb with anticipation. But Nick wasn’t going to jerk it yet–Monday nights were usually when Francis would fuck some chick or go swimming naked and Nick was holding out hope that this week would be different from the last few.
By now, Nick knew that Francis’ friends weren’t coming. It was getting too late for them to do much, and Francis was on the field working which cut out the possibility. But suddenly, the brunette dropped his axe and stretched out his arms. Nick watched the hunk’s shirt lift a little, exposing the thick trail of brown hair going down his abs and into his pants, which were sitting right below the well-defined v on his waist.
Then, in one quick motion, Francis pulled off his shirt and used it to wipe the sweat off himself. He showed off his big, beefy torso to nobody, flexing his abs and scratching his nipples. Nick watched him wipe his hard, pink nipples, the brown fuzz on his pecs, and then move to his tight abs, down the happy trail and a bit into his jeans. His thighs were thick and heavy-set, pushing hard against his pants and causing his belt to reveal a little more of his pubes with each step he took. Francis walked wide-legged, as if he had blue-balls or something. His ass bounced as he went and his brown hair was matted with salty sweat.
Nick could just imagine Francis’ big sweaty dick tucked nicely in his pants, and the low-hanging, sweat-covered balls swinging beneath. Nick desperately wanted to smell his stinky, manly musk and take the jock’s cock into his mouth, but Nick pushed these thoughts from his mind, watching Francis walk seductively toward the house.
Nick’s heart raced. He watched Francis bend down to get his hat, sticking his perky ass into the air. Nick saw the crack of his ass and realized that he wasn’t even wearing any underwear–just going about business commando, his balls swinging free. Nick put a hand to his cock, sticking it in his pants and rubbing the hot head of his own dick. He pulled back some of the foreskin and used his fingers to massage the head. He moaned and sighed for a few, and then turned back to see Francis.
The hunk was inside his truck, a black 2004 F-150, trying to start it up, but all Nick could hear was the failed rumbling of the engine. He wore an angry expression on his face and got out of the car, still shirtless and sweaty. He propped the hood open and then went back to the trunk to find some jumpstart cables. The vehicle’s battery must have been out.
Nick watched the stud bend over, exposing his ass cheeks to the hot weather as he searched through the trunk. When he found nothing, he swore and kicked the bumper of his car.
Nick had an idea. Despite always being scared of the possibility that one of the McCarthy boys might come up the hill one day and accidentally discover him, he was desperate to get Francis to notice him–and helping him jumpstart his car seemed like the best way to do it. He scanned the property quickly, making sure that no one else would see Nick go down the hill, and then headed to his car.
Nick ran down the hill, back to his ’98 Civic. He hid the lube back in the glove compartment, took the tissues out and stuffed them in with the binoculars too.
Then, Nick drove a bit past Francis’ house. He parked hastily in front of Francis’ truck, making it look like he’d just been driving by–not parked behind the hill for the entire day. He got out of the car and walked slowly towards Francis, having rehearsed what he was going to say to him.
‘I was driving by when I saw you having problems with your truck… I was driving back into town… do you need me to help you out?’ he said to himself, practising.
“Hi,” Nick said suddenly, his heart beating wildly. Francis looked even hotter up close. He had faint brown stubble across his high cheeks and sharp chin. His eyes flashed brightly in the sun and his long eyelashes were sexy. He gave Nick a cocky smile, showing him perfect white teeth.
“Hey,” Francis said, his deep voice making Nick’s heart ache.
“You having some car trouble?”
Francis looked back at his truck. “Uh, yeah man. My battery’s out. Must have left the lights on.”
“Do you… need a jump?” Nick asked, trying to stay calm. It was unnerving to be standing in front of such a hot, sweaty boy who had his shirt off. Francis’s body looked spectacular in the bright light. His usually pale skin was tanned from working in the sun, and his nipples were strangely erect. His thick, square chest was covered in a fuzz of brown. The man’s torso was ribbed with clear-cut abs and the deep v-lines that disappeared into the blue jeans were so clearly defined that they a shadow of their own. Nick could make out the bulge in his low-rise jeans, and the dark pubes that poked out from his waist. There were a lot of them, and they trailed up his navel in a thick forest. His six-pack was covered in more faint hair
“Oh wow, yeah dude, that’d be great.”
“Okay, I’ll get the cables and move my car,” Nick replied, getting into his Civic and turning it back on. He positioned his car next to Francis’ and then came outside with some cables. Francis bent over the hood of his car, wiping some sweat and grease from his face and toned, muscular body as he attached the wires. Nick did the same to his and then got in to start his car, watching the jock’s muscles flex and move.
When Francis’ car started, the stud gave Nick a big, dopey smile. “Thanks, bro. I really appreciate it. I would have been stuck here until my parents came home.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
Francis then looked at Nick, scratching the hair on his abs. “I’m Francis, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you Nick,” he said, giving him a sweaty hand to shake. It was big and rough, like the rest of Francis’ body. Nick took it and shook his hand, smiling back. “Say, Nick, it’s pretty hot out here. Do you want something to drink? I oughta give you something for your help.”
Nick could only watch Francis’ smooth, pink lips move as he talked–staring at any other parts of his hot, bulging body would make things really weird. “Oh no, it’s alright.”
“Nahh, c’mon man. I owe you. I got some fresh orange juice in the fridge.”
“Well, okay then.”
Francis smiled at him, grabbing his shirt off the fence and leading him back to the house. “Cool. C’mon, follow me.”
The front entrance of the house was empty. It was a clean, tidy kitchen with no dust. Nick looked around a bit anxiously, never having been in the house before, he didn’t know where anything was. He saw a hallway leading to a set of stairs, and then another which lead to what seemed like a living room. Francis threw his shirt on the counter and went to the bathroom first.
“I’ll just be a second, gotta piss,” Francis said to him,
Nick nodded, liking the sound of the words that came out of the jock’s mouth. As Francis disappeared, Nick took a few strides further in, sticking out his neck to catch a glimpse of the house. Having seen no one else, he got a bit daring. He picked up the sticky shirt and took in a deep breathe, smelling Francis’ dirty stench and relishing in the thought that just in another room, Francis had his dick out. But without warning, a door slammed shut from the hallway. Nick jumped in fright.
“You like the shirt?” Francis’s deep voice came. He was standing in the hallway, looking at Nick.
“H-huh?” Nick stammered, in awe of the sight before him. His dick was clearly curved inside his jeans, pressing a bit against the side of his pants. From what Nick had seen, and considering the size of the bulge in his pants, Francis had to have been hard to accomplish something that big.
He stood with his legs apart, a horny look on his face. He had a straight jawline, high cheekbones and bright green eyes that stared down at him. His thick arms and shoulders twitched with anticipation.
“You like the smell of my shirt?” he asked again.
Nick was trembling. He had already put the shirt back on the counter, trying not to piss his pants in fear. “I-uh… I just–”
“W-what?” Nick spluttered, sure he had misheard.
Francis gave him a cocky nod toward the staircase. “Go upstairs. Third door at the end of the hall.”
Nick couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What the hell was Francis doing?
“Why do you want me to go upstairs? I don’t know–”
“Go upstairs!” Francis said again, bit louder than usual. He took two steps toward him. Nick could smell the musky sweat on Francis’ body and the power that his hot, lean, body was radiating. Not wanting Francis to knock him out cold right there, Nick started down the hall toward the stairs. He looked back only once, just to make sure he hadn’t hallucinated the whole thing. But all he saw was a small smile on Francis’ stubbled face, and the shadow of the bulge in his jeans.
Nick went up the stairs and down the hallway, opening the third door
like Francis said. The room was littered with sweaty clothes, dirty underwear, and even some girls’ lingerie. There was garbage lying around, a few criminology textbooks–which Nick was sure didn’t belong to Francis–posters of cars and naked girls put up on the wall. There was even a picture of a threesome–a girl with a strap-on was fucking a chick, who eating out another girl’s pussy. Nick wondered if Francis’ parents knew he had all this porn up here.
There were two beds in the room, as if Francis had had to share with his brother. The first bed was piled up with a bunch of clothes and food wrappers, while the other one was messy and unmade, clearly having been in use. He sat on this one, not wanting to know what kind of junk was on the other.
Nick sat there, anxiously rubbing the boner that the smell of Francis’ room had given him. It reeked of dirty clothes and dried up cum. Nick’s briefs were wet with pre-cum, and his balls ached as he sat there, not daring to move as he heard footsteps. Then, the door to the room slammed open, and Francis stood there, still in his jeans and boots, without his shirt. His dick seemed harder now, and his soft nipples were erect. The silver dog tag was still hanging on his chest. He looked at Nick with a hard glare.
“Take off your pants.”
“What?!” Nick yelled.
Francis didn’t react. “Take em off.”
“W-why?” Nick asked. He had a feeling where this was leading to but he couldn’t bring himself to just give in so easily, or to believe it–he didn’t want Francis to know he was gay. “Why are you doing this, why am I up here? I just wanted to help–”
“Cut the shit. You think I didn’t see you up there the last three weeks? Spying on me? What’ve got up there, binoculars?”
Nick’s mouth was completely dry, his heart racing, and his head pounding. His boner disappeared again. He had no idea what to say–where to even begin. Should he come clean? But Francis only knew about his recent visits though…
Nick somehow found the strength to say something. Sweat was dripping down his messy brown hair, and he had an urge to wipe it off but he didn’t dare move. “U-uh yeah. Th-they were b-binoculars.”
Francis smiled again, a sight that made Nick scared and horny. “Yeah, thought so. They were reflecting the light in my face y’know. Lucky my folks didn’t see you.”
“Th-then why didn’t you say anything?”
Francis adjusted his jeans a bit, as if he was showing off a bit more of his pubes to Nick. “Wanted to know whether you’d come again. If it was really me you were watching or just doing something else.”
Nick was doing something else besides just watching him run around half-naked but he didn’t say anything.
“And after I saw you touching yourself I had a feeling I knew what was up.”
Nick turned white like snow. His heart had seemingly stopped dead.
“You come around before? When I have friends over?” Francis asked him.
Nick hesitated. “Um…y-yeah. Sometimes.”
“Then take off your pants.”
Nick was still taken aback. “But why?”
Francis sighed. He pulled out a swivel chair from behind the door and sat down, his legs spread out wider than was necessary. His abs crunched up beneath him, rolling a few drops of sweat off his skin. “Your brother was in my grade, wasn’t he? Scott Evans?”
Nick thought he was gonna barf. He knew his family. “Y-yeah. He went to College Station High School.”
Francis nodded. “Yeah, I went there. How is he? Where’d he end up?”
“Um… he’s at UCLA right now. Third year.”
“California? Cool, cool. My older brother, Matt, is at University of San Fran.”
There was an awkward silence for a while as Francis stared at him, biting his lower lip.
“W-why am I here?” Nick said suddenly.
Francis put a hand over his groin, smiling a bit. “You’ve been here before. So you know that my friends haven’t been around in a while.”
Nick knew that Francis had a party a few weeks ago that had gotten in the way of him jacking off to Francis’ naked dips in the river. After that, his friends seemed to have stopped coming around. “Uh… I guess.”
“Well my girlfriend–ex-girlfriend… caught me fucking some other chick. Now half the town knows I’m a lying, cheating prick, and none of the girls I know will talk to me. And after my parents found out about me having a party behind their backs… they don’t let me have friends over anymore.”
Nick wasn’t exactly sure how that fit in with him being up in Francis’s room.
“No girls coming over means no getting off. And if I can’t get off, I can’t do work around the farm. And if I don’t do work, I don’t get the farm.”
Nick gave him a funny look. “Why don’t you just jack off?”
Francis sighed. “That doesn’t do it for me anymore… I need to fuck something. You think I can go back to hand jobs after fucking pussy for so long?”
Hearing Francis say the word ‘fuck’ made Nick’s penis twitch–it was strangely arousing to hear him swear.
“That’s where you come in. I know you’re fag, since you’ve been shooting cum all over that hill while watching me work in the barn.”
“I’m not a fag,” Nick said, turning pink at having someone figure him out.
“Yeah you are. Sticking a dildo up your ass and getting your rocks off to a guy makes you gay.”
“Y-you saw that?”
Francis laughed a bit, making Nick’s dick stir again. “Hell yeah, heard it too.”
Nick was bright red by now. “Please don’t tell anyone! Please!”
“Fucking relax. I’m not gonna say shit to anyone.” Then he looked up and down Nick, clearing checking him out. “Just take off your pants. I wanna fuck.”
“That doesn’t make you gay?”
“Who cares? Fucking a guy once or twice doesn’t make me gay. I know who I am. I’m just really horny.”
Nick was going argue but the prospect of making someone bigger and stronger than him mad didn’t seem like a bright idea. And he’d fantasized about Francis fucking him up the ass for three years now. With slight hesitation, Nick undid the button on his jeans.
Francis smiled at him. “There’s a good man.”
As Nick unzipped himself, Francis came onto him, pushing him onto the bed. He pushed his hands away and stared at Nick, showing off as he undid his own pants and slid them off his bulging package and meaty white ass. He was so cocky as he did it, making the blood gush to Nick’s penis.
Francis was wearing something underneath after all–a tight, light blue jockstrap matted with sweat and barely containing his dick and balls. There was long, brown fuzz sticking out in every direction, and Nick couldn’t help but stare at the two beefy thighs coming out from either side, covered in long brown hairs and defined with muscle.
“So, your truck’s battery–” Nick started.
“I faked it so that I could get you down from that hill. Worked better than I thought.” Francis was so close now that his sweaty package was nearly on top of Nick’s own penis. The only thing separating them were Nick’s jeans and Francis’s jock strap. “Needed to lure you in.”
Francis looked down at him, rubbing the sweat on his big chest and down his furry abs, then he stroked his hardening dick. “From what I’ve seen, you’ve got a nice mouth on you…” And without warning, he got on top of Nick, his thick, muscly thighs over his neck and shoulders, pinning him down.
His package was centimetres from Nick’s face, and he could smell the cum leaking out of the big cock. It was pushing against the cloth, making a large hole on the side. The imprint of his dick was clear, and Nick just had to stick out his tongue to touch the pulsing head. The smell of his sticky sweat and the manly musk of his balls made him even hornier.
The hunk whipped his cock out from the side of the strap. It was eight inches hard, and so thick and heavy that it fell downward when Francis let go of it. He sat lightly on Nick’s chest and rubbed the eight-inch slab of thick meat between his legs. The foreskin pulled back as Francis rubbed his swollen pink head, and big purple veins ran down under it. Without a word, he slapped his big, wet cock on Nick’s face, making him beg for it.
“You like that wood, bitch?”
He smacked it again, and Nick caught a strand of pre-cum in his mouth. It was hot and salty, and he savoured every bit.
“Then fucking take it, faggot,” Without warning, Francis stuck his dick into Nick’s mouth, making him gasp for air as he pushed his groin closer into his face. Nick made choking sounds as the fat, pulsing cock drove its way into his mouth and hit the back of his throat. The huge, warm piece of meat in his mouth felt so right, and his tongue licked the shaft, tasting its stickiness and the dirty remains of his sweat.
It was like a hotrod was in his mouth, and the big head of the dick attacked his throat, making him choke and gag. But Nick loved every minute of it. Francis started driving his groin in and out of Nick’s face, mouth-fucking his little bitch and making him choke on the eight-inch cock.
Then, before he could cum, Francis took out his dick and smacked it few more times on Nick’ face, and then on his lips. “You like sucking daddy’s dick?”
Francis put his hand on Nick’s head, squeezing his face. “Louder.”
“Yeah, daddy! I like sucking your dick.”
“There’s a good little faggot, put this cock in your mouth.” Francis stuck his dick in again, fucking Nick’s face and pressing some of his weight on his head. His big balls were loose and were bouncing off his chin, making loud smacking noises. The jock’s thick, hairy thighs were now on both sides of Nick’s head, and watching the stud’s groin and abs ripple as Francis moved and fucked made Nick’s cock twitch. He wanted to feel the thick meat in his ass, far up his hole and Francis’ balls smacking onto his own.
When Francis took his dick out again to stop himself from cumming, Nick tried to wiggle over, to expose his hairless little ass to Francis, desperate to be fucked. But he didn’t even get halfway.
“What are you doing?” Francis asked, anger in his voice.
“I want you to–”
“You do as I say! Now stay still!”
“Y-yes sir,” he stuttered, still on his back and looking up at the rage on the jock’s face.
Francis got off of Nick, shaking his dick a few times to get out any pre-cum. If Nick wanted to get fucked, then he would ram his ass with a big dry dick.
Francis grabbed Nick’s pants and pulled them down Nick’s ass in one swift movement. He didn’t bother taking them off all the way–he only needed Nick’s ass. Then, he grabbed the back of Nick’s briefs and ripped them apart. The loud tearing noise made Nick jump, but watching the stud’s muscles move and twitch turned him on.
The jock threw the shredded pieces of cloth aside and grabbed Nick’s legs. He lifted them into the air to expose his pink, hairless asshole. His butt was perky and white, but once Francis slapped his ass, Nick howled in pain and a large pink hand print appeared on the pale flesh.
“Uggghh! Slap me again.”
“You’ve got a nice little ass, faggot. You want daddy to fuck you?”
“Yeah, I want you to fuck me.”
Francis ignored Nick’s throbbing dick and loose-hanging balls. His own dick needed someplace to go. He slapped his hard wood on Nick’s little asshole, and grinned wildly as gasps of pain and surprise escaped Nick’s mouth.
Francis huge pink dick was completely swollen, and as he smacked it onto the perky white ass before him, huge strands of pre-cum went flying. “It looks tight,” Francis muttered, spreading the white cheeks apart and rubbing his dick inside of them.
Nick felt heat rush through his body, and his balls began to ache with ecstasy. His ass was shaking in anticipation–he’d never had someone touch him down there, let alone put a hard, fat dick in between his cheeks.
Then, as Francis pressed the throbbing pink head of his dick onto Nick’s little hole, Nick gasped so loudly that Francis couldn’t help but let out a horny laugh. Only his head was inside and Nick was already twitching in pleasure.
“Oh shit… you’re so big…” Nick said, as Francis began to push his cock further down into his perky ass.
“You’re really tight dude, fuck.” He threw his head back in pleasure. “You a virgin?”
Nick let out a faint “yeah” that made Francis’ cock throb in ego.
“Nice. This’ll be a good fuck then.” And with that, Francis spat onto his dick, rubbing it in and letting his dick slip in more easily–it seemed impossible to get it in any other way.
As Francis grabbed a fist full of ass in his big, beefy hands, his dick finally went all the way inside, and Nick squealed in both pain and pleasure. It felt so good to have a raging boner up his ass, hot against his own flesh and throbbing heavily. To have Francis’ hairy groin and balls against his ass, and his thick muscled arms surrounding his small frame made him so horny. But at the same time, it was a bit uncomfortable to have such a large dick so far up his ass, and there wasn’t barely enough lubrication.
“Ugh, yeah get it all the way in!” Now Nick knew how the bottoms in gay porno felt, and why they sounded so turned on. It wasn’t like anything Nick had imagined–it was better.
“Fuck, you’re so tight! Even pussy ain’t this small…” Francis began to push really hard on Nick, pressing his body weight against him and pushing him into the bed, making it creak. Nick felt the hotrod go further up his ass, hitting his prostate for a few moments and then reaching even further up as Francis continued to go up inside him.
“You like this?” Francis asked, suddenly sounding a bit nervous, like he wasn’t sure if he was doing it correctly. His innocence with gay sex made Nick even hornier, and he tried to look up at his face to tell him.
“Yeah, it feels really good.”
Francis rolled with it. He pushed Nick back down onto the bed and as he took his dick back out, his pre-cum stuck to the sides of Nick’s anus, lubing it up for the next time. Then, Francis spit once more, and rammed his dick back in. Nick went a foot up on the bed, letting out a faint yell as Francis fucked him.
Francis took half his cock out and thrusted again, pressing deep into Nick’s ass and putting his big, chapped hands on Nick’s legs, which rested up on Francis’ chest and shoulders. His hands rubbed his smooth thighs, feeling his limbs shake as he entered the teenager’s hole. Then, without warning, he took them off again, as if remembering that Nick was a guy.
“Holy fuck, this feels amazing,” Nick muttered.
“Yeah, you’re taking this dick really good, faggot. Chicks don’t let me put it in this far…” his breath was hot against Nick’s neck. He was doing something with his legs, as if he was taking off the jockstrap. Nick hadn’t even remembered Francis still had it on.
The hunk had his knees on the bed. He lifted Nick’s ass a little into the air, pressing it against his own groin, and pulling his legs tighter against his chest. Then, he began fucking him hard and fast. Francis was moaning and swearing under his breath like a teenage boy fucking for the first time.
Nick was groaning hard, squealing and screaming like a girl as Francis’ huge cock pounded him again and again, ramming him up his asshole. The throbbing shaft shot pre-cum inside of him, and Nick could feel it inside, slushing and squirting as the huge cock head came back again for more. Francis was so deep inside of Nick that he could feel the boy’s heartbeat through his own boner, and Nick could feel Francis’ heart beating from the tip of the cock inside him.
Then Francis got off the bed, standing on his feet beside it and dragging Nick halfway across the messed up mattress. The bed creaked and rocked hard under both their motion as Francis grabbed Nick’s bright white ass and slammed it against his tanned tummy, rubbing the fat globes while his tongue pressed against his cheek in pleasure.
“Uhhhnnn, yeah, fuck me like that, daddy” Nick barely muttered, unable to talk while breathing so hard.
Francis didn’t even say anything. His moans and heavy breaths were loud enough to tell Nick he was enjoying every minute of fucking a dude’s ass. Francis began thrusting hard and fast again, as if he were a dog mating with bitch in heat. He slapped Nick’s ass hard, putting a bright pink handprint on it as Nick yelled in pain.
“Shut up!” Francis yelled, grabbing the hair on Nick’s head and pulling him back. “People will hear you.”
“Yeah, fuck me like that, grab my hair.”
Francis didn’t let go. He kept his fist on Nick’s hair, pulling his head back and thrusting his fat meaty cock into the fat ass before him. His other hand was latched on tight to Nick’s legs, even occasionally smacking into Nick’s throbbing, hard boner as they fucked. But Francis was enjoying himself too much to care that another guy’s dick was slapping pre-cum against his hand.
“Ooohhh shit! I’m gonna cum!” Nick shouted, his voice shaking.
“What?” Francis yelled back, not sure how that could happen. Neither of them had actually touched Nick’s dick much–least of all Nick. “How’s that possible?” Francis half-yelled, half whispered.
As Francis put his big hands on Nick’s waist to get a better angle on his ass, Nick went over the edge. Having jock’s raging cock pummel him up the ass, and rough hands grabbing his legs felt so fucking good. And then as the pubes of Francis’ abs brushed against his bare backside, he knew it was more than enough.
His asshole clenched, his balls shook and two huge spurts of cum escaped Nick’s dick, one right after the other. The hot, stinking fluid shot down on Nick’s chest, some of the bed and then some whipped back on Francis’s abs. Two more spurts came, leaking more cum everywhere and filling the steamy, sweaty room with the fresh smells of sex.
“SHIT!” Francis bellowed, not because of the fact that another guy’s cum was all over his body and his bedsheets, but because Nick’s anus had clenched so tight that Francis’ cock felt like it was going to explode.
“I’m gonna fucking cum!” Francis said to him, pounding Nick’s ass even harder and smacking his balls against Nick’s half-hard dick, which was hanging between his legs like a horse’s cock.
Francis took his dick out of Nick’s hole, fapping it hard and pressing himself over his fuck toy. Then, three huge shots of steaming, thick cum soared through the air, getting Nick’s face and soaking his smooth stomach completely.
Francis kept stroking, shooting more wads of his spunk onto Nick’s torso and then on his ass. It dripped and oozed, feeling pleasantly hot on Nick’s bare skin. Then, without even saying anything, Francis stuck his sperm-soaked cock back into Nick’s wet, dripping ass. The pre-cum was coming out by now, and some of the fresh cum had made it way between his crack.
Francis kept thrusting lightly, making Nick grunt with pleasure and pushing him harder onto the creaking bed. He kept going until his dick softened inside Nick, but even still, it fit nicely and felt warm to the both of them. When he finally took it out, Nick felt more cum leak out of his hole.
Francis hadn’t bothered to wipe anything off. He left his jockstrap to one side and pulled his jeans up quickly, pushing his half-hard dick inside his tight jeans. There was still cum all over his cock and long, thick pubes, but Francis didn’t care. He did up his button and his zipper, as if he was suddenly embarrassed by having such an enjoyable fuck with a dude.
Nick warily got up, his ass already sore and his body aching. He had wiped off wads of cum from his stomach and when Francis was busy adjusting his penis inside his pants, Nick licked the jock’s salty spunk, enjoying its bitter-sweet taste while rubbing his softening dick.
“Get dressed then get out,” Francis said to him. “I gotta piss. There’s beers in the fridge downstairs.”
“I-I’m only seventeen.”
Francis froze. Not because he had offered a minor alcohol–but because he had fucked a minor. He tried to stay confident, not breaking his face or showing any signs of weakness. “So?” his voice cracked slightly.
Nick couldn’t say no twice to free beer. He took off his pants, throwing aside his ruined briefs and then pulled up his pants again. He decided to just leave his undies on the floor. He pulled his shirt back down and went to leave the room.
“It was, uh, nice hanging out,” Francis said suddenly.
Nick tried not to smile. “Um, thanks.”
Nick went to leave again but Francis stopped him, putting his hand on Nick’s shoulder. “And uh, Nick? Don’t tell anyone about this. Understood?”
Nick smiled back. “You keep my secret. I keep yours.” And then he went downstairs to get them both a beer.
As Francis walked to his bathroom, pulling his dick out of his pants and taking a long, hot piss at the toilet, he looked at himself in the mirror, not sure what he’d just done.
This work was originally published on nifty.org