Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2016 19:54:47 -0700
From: Scott Goulding <scottgoulding123@gmail.com>
Subject: Jocks of the South: Nick Evans Part 14

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Nick Evans
Part 14: Easter
By Scott Goulding
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It was bitter-sweet when Nick left California. On one hand, he was glad to
be going home, where he could see Francis again. But on the other hand,
Nick felt as if experimenting with random guys had come to an end for the
moment. The freedom and anonymity he'd had in Cali would disappear once he
was back in Texas, and he wasn't sure what things would be like with
Francis now that he was in a relationship. Everything just seemed too
complicated with him and it was making Nick feel shitty. But what else
could he have expected? Francis was after all a heterosexual man who was
only ever using Nick for sex. He felt stupid for having gotten any feelings
for him in the first place.

   Nick arrived in Houston on a hot afternoon. It was nearly 80 degrees
Fahrenheit, which was unusually hot during the spring. People were
sweltering, there was no breeze to cool their faces, and there was a
shortage of air conditioners in stores. Nick fell asleep during the car
ride home. Since their AC wasn't reliable, the heat made him sleepy.

   As soon as he got home, he could hear the sprinklers on all the lawns,
the screams of children as they frolicked beneath the water and the drone
of cars as people drove lazily across the streets. Nick helped his parents
take his things to his room, then he threw his phone aside and slumped into
his bed, falling back asleep. His sleep cycle had been ruined by Luke's
occasional urges to fuck, and Nick's body hurt from the time spent in the
gym--not to mention his last amazing night with the three other frat boys.

   That day, Nick slept on for hours at home, through the entire afternoon
and well into the night. He didn't wake until he heard a noise at his
window.

   It was dark. Nick's curtains were wide open, but his windows were firmly
shut. His parents had the AC on in the house which meant that not a single
window was allowed to stay open. Nick was lying in bed with nothing on
except a thin sheet and a short pair of Francis' old boxers. The door was
locked, and his clothes were in a heap across the floor. It was nice and
cool in his room when he woke, with the darkness of the clear night sky
casting eerie an light across his face.

   Nick's eyes opened at the noise, but he stayed in bed, wondering if the
noise was just a tree branch scratching against his window. But it came
again, and he heard a raspy voice follow. Nick groggily got up, wandering
over to the window. He saw a shadowy figure in the corner of his lawn,
throwing rocks at the glass. Nick stared down at the dark figure, a bit
scared as to what was going on.

   As he opened the window, the hot, humid night air made his skin
crawl. It was far cooler inside than it was outside. He peered down at the
shape, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Nick asked Francis, the fear suddenly leaving him.

   Francis smiled awkwardly at him. "I-is this a bad time? Are you with
someone?"

   Nick frowned at him. "No... I was asleep."

   "Oh. Sorry."

   "It's fine," Nick mumbled, wondering if that was a look of relief on
Francis' face. Nick had to admit that seeing Francis made him feel a
hundred times better, but he was still upset with him, not that there was
any real reason for him to be angry. In the end, they were just
sex-buddies--at least that was what Nick had told himself.

   "Did you... want to come up?" Nick asked.

   Francis smiled again, showing Nick his pearly white teeth. His green
eyes glinted in the faint streetlight. "Yeah."

   Nick kept the window open as Francis climbed up the tree, being careful
not to snap any branches or make much noise. Nick's parents had a bedroom
on the other side of the house, but he didn't want his parents seeing signs
of a broken tree when they woke up the next day. It would raise a lot of
suspicion.

   "Be careful," Nick said to him.

   "Yeah," he grunted. Francis snapped a few branches as he climbed
upwards, struggling to get inside the window. Nick pulled him in, making
sure he didn't land on the floor with a thud.

   "Why are you all wet?" Nick laughed, looking at his soaked cotton trunks
and wet sweatshirt sticking to his hairy muscles, which bulged bigger than
usual.

   "Your sprinklers are on," he muttered, suddenly looking up and down Nick
as the teenager went back to bed, covering himself in the thin
blanket. Francis had recognized his pair of boxers but refrained from
commenting.

   "Oh."

   "How've you been, how was your trip?" Francis asked, pulling back his
wet hair as he sat down on a nearby chair. He kept his voice to a low
whisper, but the droning noise of the AC helped keep his presence
unknown. He closed the window as Nick began to speak.

   "It was fine. Got to see a bit of LA, but I mostly stayed on campus,
looking at the buildings and stuff."

   "Cool," he replied, giving Nick a charming smile. "Fuck some guys while
you were in town?"

   Nick turned pink. "Maybe."

   Francis looked uncomfortable, laughing nervously. "Haha, nice. You been
working out?"

   "Uh, yeah. I have."

   "Yeah, I can tell. You look good."

   Nick's face turned pinker. "Thanks," he mumbled, feeling
embarrassed. "What brings you here?"

   Francis looked up at him. "Well... I knew you were coming back today and
I wanted to see you. Also... I texted you earlier and you didn't respond. I
thought you were mad at me or something. So I just wanted to make sure
things were alright between us," he said.

   "Oh sorry," he began, "I fell asleep as soon as I got home. I had my
phone on silent..." he lied. Although, it had been turned off since he fell
asleep. He just hadn't been in the mood to reply to Francis' earlier
texts. It felt hopeless.

   Francis nodded. "Oh okay, just wanted to make sure. So... you're not mad
at me?"

   Nick hesitated before he answered. "No."

   Francis already knew he was lying. "W-what's wrong? Did I do something?"

   Nick sat up in bed. "Why didn't you tell me you were fucking girls
again?"

   "Huh?"

   "You're in a relationship with someone named Lisa. Why didn't you tell
me first? I had to find out on fucking facebook."

   Francis was caught off-guard. He had totally forgotten about Nick not
knowing, and realized that he hadn't gotten a chance to explain any of it
to him. It must of looked pretty bad to Nick. "Oh fuck. Shit, dude. I'm so
sorry about that... I forgot to tell you. But it's not what you think."

   Nick was at the verge of tears, his eyes watering. "Yeah? Then what is
it?"

   "Nick..." Francis got up, sitting on the edge of Nick's bed now. His
eyes were staring down at him, and his face looked concerned. He put his
hand on Nick's leg over the sheets. "My dad was on my case. He... caught me
jacking off once and this other time he found one of your sex toys in my
room. I had to make up something to convince him I wasn't gay."

   Nick suddenly froze, not sure what to make of it. Francis' parents were
super conservative so he knew that something like that would land him in
big trouble.

   "I told them that Lisa was my girlfriend and that the dildo was
hers. They bought it, but my parents have facebook too--and they've added
me, of course. So I made her my girlfriend on there to make it seem real."

   "How long ago did you tell them?"

   Francis blushed. "Uh... the same night I sent you that pic. Like I
said... my dad kinda caught me rubbing one out. So I had to think fast. I'm
lucky he didn't spot your texts on my phone or something."

   It made sense to Nick--the whole thing had happened overnight after
Francis had sent him that dick pic, teasing him that he was gonna jerk off
to him. He suddenly felt a bit guilty, but that didn't deter the few
nagging doubts he still had.

   "So... you two have had sex, then?"

   "What? No! She's a lesbian, Nick. Why do you think she went along with
my stupid idea? Her parents are just as bad as mine. I... I kinda haven't
done it with anyone since you left."

   "R-really?"

   He turned red again. "Yeah." In fact, Francis hadn't done it with anyone
else since his first time with Nick. But of course he was too embarrassed
to tell Nick that.

   "I-I'm sorry, Francis. I didn't mean to get mad at you. I just
thought... I thought we were closer than that so I kinda expected you to
tell me. And I was afraid that if you were doing it with girls, then we'd
never do it together again."

   Francis grinned like an idiot, staring down at the sheets. He silently
rubbed Nick's leg, smiling to himself. "I wouldn't let that happen,
Nick. And yeah, I'm sorry I forgot to tell you. I was kinda scared about
the whole thing so it slipped my mind."

   "You were scared?"

   Francis nodded. "Yeah, dude. My dad would've kicked me out of the house
if he thought I was gay. And the only other family I have to stay with is
in San Antonio, so that's way too far. Who knows how'd they react if they
found out too."

   Nick got closer to him, scooting up to his damp, sweaty body. "I'm sorry
I haven't been there for you. I didn't know things were getting this bad
with your family."

   He nodded back, not finding the right words to say back. Just hearing
Nick support him made him feel better.

   "And you can always stay with me, Francis. If anything were to ever
happen. My parents won't mind."

   Francis smiled back at him. "Thanks, dude. I really appreciate
that. But... I'm not going to let anything like that happen again. We gotta
be more careful."

   "We?"

   "Uh, yeah? You don't think we'd ever fuck again? I-I mean... if you want
to."

   "Of course I want to!" Nick suddenly blurted out. "I just didn't think
you were interested in me. Besides, aren't you straight?"

   Francis nodded, a bit nervous. "Well... mostly."

   Nick laughed.

   "I missed you, you know."

   Nick looked at him. "I missed you too."

   There was an uncomfortable silence between them. Nick tried to make it
less weird but the words he blurted out only made things worse. "Thanks for
that pic you sent me."

   Francis laughed again, looking awkwardly down at his feet. He scratched
his messy brown hair. "Yeah... you're welcome."

   "I-it was really nice," Nick said, wishing he could stop himself from
talking.

   Francis shook his head. He spread his legs apart on the edge of the bed,
and his shorts came up to his mid-thigh as he sat there. Nick could see the
bulge of his balls at his crotch. He was wearing a tight top-tank that made
his chest and arms look ten times bigger than they were. There were small
strands of brown hair coming out from his chest. "Glad to know you enjoyed
it."

   "I did. I would have sent something back but I didn't think you'd want
anything from me..."

   "No," Francis said, looking back up at his face. "I would've liked
getting something back." He gave him a cocky smile. "It'd be nice."

   "Well... what would you want?"

   "A pic of that ass of yours. Could get me off in a flash."

   Nick crumpled his sheets, smiling uncontrollably. Could Francis really
jack off to a picture of Nick's ass? He knew Francis used Nick for sex--his
body couldn't ignore the pleasure that Nick provided him, but could a
picture of his body have the same effect on Francis? Wouldn't Francis think
that was gay?

   "I actually came here for another reason too..." he began, playing
awkwardly with his fingers. He scratched the light stubble on his face, not
making eye contact.

   Nick cocked his eyebrow. "Really?"

   "Yeah. My parents are taking me to church tomorrow--since it's
easter--and I wondered if you wanted to come. I'd die of boredom alone."

   "Y-you're not bringing Lisa?" Nick said, still a bit bitter. He held off
on telling Francis his feelings just yet--not when things between them were
so weird. Plus, there was the added complication of Francis' parents... and
Nick still wasn't convinced that Francis would return his sentiment in any
sort of way. He still had himself convinced that he was straight. Or could
it be possible that Francis just in denial about his sexuality? Nick put
the thought out of his mind, not wanting to cling onto false hope.

   Francis smiled. "You really don't like her?"

   "No."

   "Well that's good. Because I told my parents that we had a fight. I'm
gonna tell them we broke up in a week or two. My parents are way too
involved with her parents so I gotta get out of it while I can, dude."

   Nick laughed again, suddenly a lot relieved.

   "So... do you wanna come tomorrow?"

   Nick nodded. "Of course. I'd love to."

   Francis laughed back. He got up from the bed, beaming. "Awesome. You
gotta put on a dress-shirt and pants, though. It's some serious business."

   "Alright, alright. I've been to church before."

   "Do your parents take you often?"

   "They used to, but we've all gotten a lot more busy over the years."

   "Lucky. My parents are still on my ass about it. Ugh... I better
go. It's early tomorrow. I'll pick you up at eight."

   "Eight?"

   "Yeah, dude. That's why I gotta go to bed. It's like--what? Two, right
now?"

   Nick nodded.

   "Ugh... I don't wanna go home, though. Can't sleep with it so hot
there. We don't even have AC."

   "You don't?"

   He shook his head. "Nope. Not like you. Damn, it's so nice in
here. You've got it good--and you don't have to share a bathroom with
anyone."

   "Neither do you!"

   Francis looked shocked. "Do you not remember that I have two brothers?
It was fucking horrible when we were younger. Had to share the toilet, take
short showers. It was awful."

   Nick frowned. "Share a toilet?"

   "Yeah... we just pissed at the same time."

   "Oh." Before Francis had the chance to go, Nick decided to blurt
something else. "Well... you don't have to go back if you don't want. Y-you
could spend the night here."

   Francis hesitated. "You serious?"

   "Yeah. My bed's big enough. And my parents won't wake me tomorrow. They
think I'm really jet lagged. You can shower in the morning and then we can
drive to your place. I can help you get ready."

   Francis curled his fists. He really wanted to, especially with how cute
Nick looked, being half-naked in his bedsheets already. But he didn't think
he could do it. "I dunno man... I usually sleep naked when it's this hot
out. And I don't think we'll both fit on that bed."

   Nick scooted aside. "No look, you'll fit! And c'mon, I've seen you naked
a bunch of times. It won't matter to me."

   Francis didn't answer for a while. It was really tempting to stay over,
but he didn't want to get Nick in trouble. He'd already managed to mess up
the tree outside. "I'd have to wake up before your parents do..."

   "I'll set an alarm," Nick offered.

   Francis gave in. "Fine."

   Nick smiled wide, pushing down the sheets and scooting further across
the bed to make room.

   Francis pulled off his tank top, revealing his thick, dark brown happy
trail and the rigid, muscular v-lines leading down to his groin. His hard,
rigid six pack was covered in faint hair too, and looked more defined then
when Nick had last seen them. His chest also seemed bigger, now sporting
more brown fuzz than before. His wide, big nipples were pointed, and his
large biceps flexed as he threw his shirt against the chair.

   "You've been working out too," Nick said, staring at his herculean body.

   Francis turned toward him, turning red. "Stop, you're embarrassing me,"
he joked.

   Nick giggled. "Yeah right. As if you get embarrassed."

   He stared at him, his upper half gleaming in the faint streetlight. "I
do sometimes. I'm human too, Nick."

   Nick hoped he was right. Perhaps there was still hope for the both of
them... maybe Francis could even feel something for Nick. "C'mon, I'm
sleepy."

   Francis smiled, putting his fingers in the waistband of his
shorts. "You're cute when you're sleepy."

   Nick didn't answer, unable to find the words to respond. Could Francis
really be attracted to him? He dove into his sheets, trying not to watch as
the muscular hunk slipped his shorts off, revealing a tight, skimpy pair of
white briefs that barely fit him. Something about the underwear caught
Nick's eye, and he rose out of the bed, looking at him.

   "Are those... are those mine?"

   Francis turned round, forcing Nick to stop starting at his fat, round
ass and instead face the huge, bulging shapes that protruded from his
front. "Huh? Oh these... I kinda found them lying around my room..." he
mumbled, hesitating as to wonder whether he should take them off. "They
might be yours," he answered.

   Nick tried not to smile. Francis didn't wear briefs, and judging by the
red stitching against the white waistband, Nick's name was written onto
them. He didn't press Francis, not wanting to make it awkward. But wasn't
Francis more comfortable than that around Nick? Had their intimacy overcome
their need to hide their feelings by now?

   Despite the AC, there was still sweat across Francis' broad back, and
his skin felt sticky to the touch. With Nick looking away, Francis took off
the briefs and threw them overtop his other clothes. He barely even fit
into the underwear--they were horribly stretched at warped--but wearing
them had made him feel close to Nick. He hadn't expected to be seen wearing
them, especially not by Nick.

   The teenager desperately wanted to see Francis' big dick, and wanted to
stare at his fat, perky ass, but he was still tired from travelling, and he
knew that seeing those parts of Francis would make Nick horny--and he was
still sore from what he'd done in California. There was, Nick thought,
always the morning to admire the stud's assets.

   Francis crawled into bed, slowly picking up the sheets and catching a
welcoming view of Nick's butt. It burst through the boxers he wore, unable
to hide through the cloth. Francis felt his member stirring and looked
away, despite wanting to rub his hands over Nick's lean, soft back, and to
put his arm overtop Nick's small but tough build.

   He shook himself of those thoughts, aware that Nick didn't seem to be in
the mood to do anything. He was tired, and Francis didn't want to make the
invitation of staying over any kind of burden. Like Nick, Francis looked
forward to the morning. But for now, he figured there wasn't any reason not
to make the best of things. As he slipped into the large space beside Nick,
Francis let the smooth, cool sheets smother his hot skin. He loved to sleep
naked during the spring and summer, but having someone next to him was even
better.

   "Do you... want to cuddle?" Francis tried, hoping to fall asleep with
Nick under his embrace.

   The teenager turned around, a curious smile on his face. Even through
the fabric of the covers, Francis could make out the bulge that sprouted
from the front of his underwear. "Yes, please."

   "You wanna be the big spoon or small?"

   Nick's face turned pink. "You know what I like."

   Francis grinned. He let Nick's body press close against his--his soft,
hairless back was rubbing against Francis fuzzy chest, which sported two
erect nipples and hard, bulging pecs. Nick's ass was the next part of him
to make contact. His cheeks caressed Francis' dick, the taut fabric
fondling the stiffening member and brushing softly against it. Francis let
out a quiet moan, not having had touched another person this way the entire
time Nick was gone. He hadn't been thinking about women the same way since,
and the thought of fucking a man other than Nick made him prickle with
discomfort.

   "You're so soft..." Francis mumbled into Nick's ear, arousing the both
of them. Nick felt the stud's huge bicep curl around his own body, his
rough hands brushing against his nipples and then moving down to his
waist. It stayed there, hovering above the waistband, where Nick's boner
urged to break free.

   "So are you," Nick said, "even though you're fucking ripped."

   Francis laughed, his warm breath hitting Nick's neck. "Love it when you
swear."

   The word intrigued him. 'Love'. Nick smiled silently to himself,
thinking about the fact that just having his body touch Francis' was giving
the hunk a hard-on. He had control over what the other felt--something he
didn't think was possible. Or maybe Francis was just horny. It was
difficult to tell with him.

   The man's thick pubes pressed against his ass and the small of his back,
his hard abs a few centimetres away. His muscular, veiny legs pressed onto
Nick's and the top one snaked in-between Nick's, rubbing against his. His
thigh was just below Nick's bulge. The warm skin in-between the softness of
his legs made Nick close his eyes in pleasure. Their toes momentarily
played with each other, and then Nick felt the jock tighten his grip around
him, as if claiming Nick for his own. His chest dug deeper into his back,
and his soft, thick lips reached Nick's ear once again.

   "Good night," Francis whispered, laying his chin against Nick's
shoulder.

   Nick responded best he could. He pushed his ass harder up against
Francis' stiff member and mumbled the same words. "Good night," he said,
falling asleep with the thoughts of Francis holding onto him for many more
nights to come. It was a thought that the both of them shared.


When Nick woke up that morning, he felt soft, fuzzy skin beneath his
face. As his vision cleared, he could make out Francis' nipple, erect in
the cold morning air. His chest rose and fell gently, his breath a soft
noise and his arms still holding Nick tight. The teenager found himself
lying half-overtop Francis, his head on the stud's chest and one of his
legs, including his bulge, on top of his groin. Nick wanted to move his
legs to feel exactly where Francis dick was, but he didn't want to wake
him. He kept his position, realizing that they'd been sleeping this way for
so long that their skin had stuck together, no doubt aided by Francis'
sweat and hair.

   Nick could feel Francis' bicep against his shoulder, flexing and
twitching with each breath Francis took. His hair was messy and half strewn
across his face. Nick could see up Francis' button nose, and his face was
fleshed with pink. In the morning light, Nick was able to see how tanned
Francis had gotten over break. He must have gone to the beach a few times
with friends, he thought. It would explain the differing skin tones of his
torso and legs to his hairy groin.

   He cuddled closer against Francis, not thinking of it as he did so. He
instantly heard Francis' breathing cease, until the stud spoke in a low,
bleary voice. The sleepiness etched onto his face made him look and sound
incredible sexy. Nick felt his morning wood grow even more.

   "Morning, dude," Francis mumbled, giving him a cocky smile.

   "Hey."

   He seemed pleased with himself, and suddenly, Nick could feel the stud's
cock growing against his thigh. "You sleep well?"

   Nick didn't want to get up, and it didn't look as though Francis wanted
to either. "Yes," he muttered, bringing his body closer to Francis'. He
seemed to like that.

   "So did I. Haven't been sleeping well at home for a while--way too hot
there."

   Nick wondered if that was the only reason. "Yeah?"

   Francis nodded. "That, and... the fact that you're back."

   Nick blushed. He couldn't hide his smile.

   "Ohh so I'm guessing you missed me a lot too?" Francis asked.

   "Of course I did," he said, realizing how close the man's nipple was to
his lips as he spoke. "How could I not?"

   "Those other dudes weren't as good as me, eh?"

   He laughed. "You're the best."

   Francis smiled, but it quickly faded away as he felt his penis throb
against Nick's leg. The thought of being with him still scared him--even
though it had been all he could think about since Nick left. But this time
was different--there was something in Francis that made the possibility of
sex something else, something more. His feelings were invested, whereas
before, all that was between them was meaningless sex. It scared him to
think what this meant.

   All his life Francis was raised to think one way, and now just one boy
had changed all that. Francis didn't even know what to do: what to say or
how to act if he was in fact gay--if that was even the right word for
it. But what other word would describe how Francis felt? He could only
think of one--and it was a word he'd never said to anyone but his
family. Not even a girl had had that privilege.

   "What's wrong?" Nick asked. He got up from Francis chest, looking at his
sexy, stubbled face. He looked so fucking hot.

   "Nothing. Gotta piss."

   Nick nodded, getting off of him and letting the stud clamber out of
bed. His hard dick swung across, heavy against his body as he walked, and
his ass seemed perkier than ever. Nick stared the entire time as Francis
walked to Nick's bathroom.

   He didn't bother closing the door. He held his cock, urging out a hot
stream of piss that shot down like a jet into the toilet. The stream was
long and hard, and the fact that Francis cock was swelling up to eight
inches didn't help. His balls hung low and soft, jigging as the stud forced
the piss out of him. Nick watched the jock's ass twitch as he peed, letting
his free hand run overtop his cheeks.

   After what felt like an eternity, Francis finished and turned to wash
his hands. "Quit staring," Francis said, smirking.

   Nick smiled wryly and settled back into bed. The dick in his boxers was
aching, pitching a large tent. As Francis walked back to the window, his
fat, rigid pole still swinging heavily against his thighs and balls, Nick
frowned at him.

   "You'e not coming back to bed?"

   Francis shook his head, looking for something. "Nah, I gotta go
soon. And your parents will be up."

   "Oh."

   Francis could tell he was disappointed. "Can I... shower here?" He
suddenly placed his hands a bit awkwardly over his junk, as if he was
embarrassed to be around Nick. The teenager made him nervous in a way he
hadn't felt in a long time.

   Nick smiled. "Of course."

   "Cool. Uh, you got a towel I can use?"

   Nick got out of bed. "Yeah, I'll get you one."

   "Thanks."

   As Francis lumbered over to the bathroom again, Nick watched him go
before grabbing a towel from his dresser. He heard the water run and the
shower curtains close, but he knew that the door was still open. He
wondered if it was an invitation.

   Nick threw the towel over the toilet seat and carefully pulled back the
shower curtain. Francis was completely wet, looking sexier as ever as the
water came down on his rigid, naked body. He was wiping his hairy armpits
and rubbing his massive pecs before noticing Nick. He turned around as Nick
stared, his heavy cock still hanging downwards. He smiled at him, wondering
what was up.

   "Do you mind if I join?" Nick asked him.

   Francis grinned. "The more the merrier."

   Nick took his boxers off in an instant. He quickly stepped inside,
standing beside Francis as the man gave him space under the shower head. He
spanked Nick playfully as he stood there, and Nick couldn't help but laugh
as the jock stared at his naked body, admiring his features and his soft
skin. And when Nick caught him staring, Francis only bit his lower lip and
looked back at Nick's bright eyes. He was getting hard, his cock beginning
to lift off of his balls, and he wasn't sorry.

   "Pass the shampoo?" Francis asked.

   Nick grinned, turning around to grab it. He could feel the man's eyes
staring at his ass, desperate to take him right then and there. Nick was
surprised that Francis didn't jump on him and fuck his ass right
away. Instead, he simply took the shampoo and began lathering himself, his
nipples hard and his dick harder. He then passed it to Nick and helped the
boy lather up on his back and chest. Nick was hard too now, and it was
quite obvious to Francis. But still, the jock didn't take advantage of him.

   Nick wondered what was wrong. Did Francis not like him anymore? But if
he didn't, why was he staring at Nick's body like that, and why was his
dick rock-hard? His foreskin was almost retracted over his bulging red
head, and every so often Francis was forced to squeeze his massive,
throbbing tool in an attempt to make it go back down. As much as he wanted
to fuck Nick, something about his conversations with his father and his own
driving need to be accepted by others held him back.

   But Francis really wanted to tell Nick everything, about how he was
feeling, how every time he looked at Nick his heart began racing and his
dick got hard, how a simple laugh or smile from Nick made his stomach flip
or how every time Nick said his name, his heart would melt and his skin
would get numb. He had never, ever, felt this way about anyone before, nor
did he know what to do with it, or what it was. But if it was what he
thought it was, Francis was horrified by the fact that he was feeling this
way towards a guy--another man.

   Francis hadn't been raised that way, to be accepting of others for who
they were, but Nick had changed all of that. He never knew he could care
for another person like that, and especially not a man. He knew for a fact
he had never cared for a woman in that way--not any girlfriend he'd ever
had.

   So as the two guys showered, rinsing the suds off their hair and bodies,
Francis clenched his fists, torn with the choice to either tell Nick
everything or to wait until another time. What if Nick didn't feel the same
way? Francis would be way too embarrassed to see Nick ever again, despite
his burning desire to spend every moment with him. And then, their sex
would be non-existent. Nick would think Francis was gay and he wasn't sure
how that would change Nick's view of him. Did he only find Francis
desirable because he was straight? Impossible to obtain?

   Francis knew deep down that Nick was nothing like that, but his fears of
rejection, not only by Nick but by his friends and family, made everything
a hundred times worse. There was a lump in his throat, and his mouth felt
like it was burning.

   "Is... something wrong?" Nick asked him. He stood there, still naked and
completely vulnerable, looking up at Francis' face.

   He looked back at him, smiling awkwardly. "Uh, no. Everything's fine."

   "Oh. I just thought..."

   Francis raised his eyebrows.

   "I thought... you might've wanted to fuck me."

   Francis gave him an awkward laugh, trying to seem all right. "Oh,
sorry. I just... I can't control morning wood, bro."

   "So... you don't want to fuck?"

   Francis definitely wanted to. But he was scared, more than ever, that a
certain three words might slip out and ruin things completely. He had
dreams of fucking Nick before, and every one of them included those three
words. Worst of all was the thought that Nick would only think he was
saying to him in the heat of the moment, during the climax of sex. Just the
thought of something slipping out made his dick deflate. It was the most
terrified Francis had ever been.

   "I'm sorry if I made you feel bad, Nick. I think you're really fucking
sexy, I do, but I'm also really tired. I... I've been up all night the past
few days. Studying."

   The thoughts of sex instantly fled Nick's mind. "Studying?! For what?"

   Francis looked awkwardly at Nicks' feet. He had cute feet. "I... want to
take my SATs. So I could get into a college."

   "W-what?!"

   "Ugh, shut up, dude. Don't make fun of me."

   Nick had a huge smile on his face. "I'm not making fun of you! I just
can't believe it--I thought you wanted your parents' farm?"

   Francis finally got all the shampoo out of his hair and
pubes. "Well... I did. I dunno if that's what I want anymore. I think I
might wanna get my own place. Move out."

   "What? But why? I don't understand."

   "It's complicated, Nick. I don't feel like talking about it right
now... it's kinda a long story. If it's okay with you, can we discuss it
later?"

   Nick didn't feel insulted, but he was just surprised at Francis' sudden
decision. He didn't know that the man was at all interested in
college. "No, of course. Whenever you want. It's fine. Just... if you ever
need help studying, or need some advice, ask me. I'm always here for you,
Francis. No matter what."

   Francis felt that lump in his throat again, and he gave Nick the dopiest
smile. Before Nick could react, Francis pulled the boy in and kissed him,
embracing his wet, naked body.

   Nick was surprised again, but he didn't resist, putting his arms around
Francis' broad, rigid shoulders as Francis' hands held onto Nick's face,
then they ran down his bare back and held him by his waist. Their bodies
pressed hard against each other as they made out, their dicks bouncing off
one another and their skin sticking.

   When they finally came up for air, Nick looked at him, bewildered. "What
was..."

   "Thank you," Francis muttered, with a look on his face Nick didn't see
often--vulnerability. "For supporting me."

   Nick hugged him back, putting his head against the man's hairy, muscular
chest. "I'd always support you, Francis. I... really care about you."

   Francis held Nick's head against his chest, feeling his face on his skin
as the hot water continued to run down them both. "So do I."

   Then, Nick pulled out, staring at his hot, shredded body. They were both
still wet, and Francis' hard-on had come back up. Nick had an idea.

   "Y'know... if you're too tired to fuck me..."

   Francis raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Yeah?"

   Still in the shower, Nick got down to his knees. Francis took a step
back, a bit uncomfortable. He didn't want to see Nick on his knees, not
like that. Not for him.

   "Nick... you don't have to do that."

   He smiled at him, getting closer to the man's penis. "I want to,
Francis. Let me blow you."

   "Nick..." Francis stared at him, unsure of what to do. Should he let
him? Now that Francis was sure of how he felt for Nick, would he allow
himself to get involved?

   "C-can I blow you?" Nick asked, a bit nervous. He wasn't sure whether he
had asked for Francis' permission before, since Francis had never before
hesitated like that. The man that stood before him now was completely
different from the man that had shoved his cock into Nick's mouth all those
months ago in that parking lot--or back at his house.

   Francis was still hard, and the tip of his penis brushed Nick's chin as
the teenager moved in.

   "Nick... I can't..."

   Nick moved closer, now grazing his mouth over the man's member. It
reacted accordingly, jumping in pleasure and beginning to leak long globs
of pre-cum from his slit. "C'mon, Francis. Let me blow you. You know you
want it."

   "Nick... I can't. I can't do this." He suddenly turned around and
grabbed the towel. He quickly jumped out of the shower and exited the
bathroom.

   Nick was speechless. He was still kneeling there, the water running,
watching as Francis walked away from him. Nick suddenly got up and chased
after him, not caring to turn the water off or close the curtains behind
him. He grabbed a second towel and wrapped it around his waist, just like
Francis had done, and confronted him.

   "What's wrong with you?" Nick said, a bit angry.

   Francis didn't answer. He quickly dried his body and got his clothes
out. His hair was still dripping wet but he didn't seem to care.

   Nick asked again. "Francis, what the fuck is going on? One minute you
kiss me and the next you run away?"

   Francis didn't even bother with his underwear. He just pulled on his
shorts and grabbed his shirt, heading for the window.

   "Francis! Answer me!"

   The man turned around, shirtless and still dripping with water. His
brown hair was a mess and his green eyes suddenly looked red and glossy. He
was frowning, and looked as though he was on the verge of tears.

   "I have feelings for you Nick. It's been that way for a while but I just
didn't say anything. And I'm not sure what that means because if I like you
this much, I'm afraid it makes me gay--because I haven't ever felt this way
for anyone else before. Not even a woman. And if I'm gay... Nick, my
parents will kick me out of the house and every friend or family member I
have will pretend I don't exist. So I don't know what to do anymore,
Nick. Because when I'm with you, all I want to do is tell you how I feel
but I know I can't give into it.

   "But every minute we're apart, I'm thinking of you, or your body, and
how much I want to touch you and feel your breath on my face or hear you
laugh or swear or try to crack a joke. Every minute I spend with you I like
you even more and I'm scared of what that will mean for me. For us. You
don't have to go to church with me today if you don't want to and I
understand if you don't like me back, or if you don't want to be with me
anymore because I'm not straight or I'm not what you thought I was. I'm
sorry if I hurt you, that I made you choose me over Matt, and I'm sorry I
didn't tell you sooner, but I can't pretend these feelings don't exist
anymore, because it's killing me to keep pretending.

   "I like you a lot, Nick, more than I've even told you just now, but I
don't think I can be with you if it means that I have to accept the fact
that I'm gay. It would ruin my life and I'd have nowhere to live and, hell,
I'd probably get beat up in the streets if the wrong people find out. And I
can't ask you to be with me and keep everything a secret because that's not
fair to you. We've been hiding this thing between us for long enough and
you deserve better than that--better than me. I am so sorry, Nick. I'm
sorry. "

   Then without another word or even a moment of hesitation, Francis was on
his way out the window faster than Nick could come up with something to
say. His heart was beating wildly and his jaw was nearly wide open. He
tried to go after him but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor
and his whole body felt like lead. Nick couldn't even get out any
words--not a single one. He couldn't tell Francis to stop or to wait for
just a minute. Worst of all, he couldn't tell Francis that he felt the
exact same way about him.

   But the anger inside of him--the feeling that they'd both been so stupid
for song long--overwhelmed him and bubbled up to the surface. He suddenly
felt like he could talk again, and his brain urged him forward, telling him
to stop Francis before it was too late.

   "WAIT!" Nick yelled, not caring if his parents or neighbours or if,
hell, Francis' own parents were down the street and heard him.

   Francis was already on largest branch of the tree, trying to climb his
way down when he stopped and looked up.

   "I feel the same way about you, Francis. I-I always have. I never told
you because... well I really thought you were straight, that you were just
using me for sex and that you were being nice to me so that I wouldn't
ditch you and go after some other guy, instead. I've felt something for you
way before you ever said 'hi' to me and before I helped you jump start your
stupid truck. You're so much... bigger than me and that can be scary. And
most of the time you hide your feelings so I just didn't know what to do. I
hid my own feelings and I guess... the whole thing with Matt--and any other
guy I've been with: it was my way of trying to get over you, because I was
afraid you'd never return my feelings. And I was sure you wouldn't!"

   The branch made a splitting noise as Francis sat there, listening to
Nick.

   He climbed his way back up, now face-to-face with Nick. Both of them
looked at each other with their eyes watery and large, dry lumps in their
throats.

   "Well, I do like you Nick. A whole fucking lot. I... I haven't been with
anyone since I met you. Not a single person. Well... some of that was
because of that thing with my ex but to be honest, I don't think I even
wanted to be with anyone else after that first time with you. I was kinda a
jerk to you but I was scared. And I'm sorry that I scared you. You mean a
lot to me, Nick. More than any person."

   "R-really?"

   "Yes, really. You're all I think about, and there's no one else I've
felt this way about."

   Nick took his hands as Francis leaned closer through the window, staring
back at him. His body was shaking with adrenaline and joy. He was willing
to do anything to keep Francis, anything just to have him all to
himself. "We can keep this a secret, Francis. I want to be with you, but if
you don't want to because of your parents, then I understand. But I'd still
do anything for you. Especially if it means we can... if we can be
together."

   "Nick... I can't let you do that. I mean, who knows how long this thing
with my parents might take? If I don't get into a college then I have to
rely on them. And besides, you're graduating in a few months! It'll take me
a year to take the tests and even get accepted any place. We won't even be
in the same state in a couple of months."

   Nick held his big hands tighter, gripping his fingers. "I'll take a gap
year. I've already been accepted to a bunch of places and I'm allowed to
defer freshman year, Francis. I was already considering it since I really
have no idea what I want to do in college."

   Francis tried to break free of his grip. "See--this is the problem. I
don't even know enough about you. All we've been doing for the past few
months is fucking and all that time I've been pretending to be a different
person."

   Nick pulled him closer, not letting go. "So have I. And it doesn't
matter, Francis. That doesn't affect how we feel for each other, right? We
can get to know each other. It won't take long. And besides, you know
plenty about me! Name my favourite color."

   Francis blushed, hesitating before he answered. "That kind of
blue... really light, like the sky."

   Nick grinned. "Yeah. The same color of that jockstrap you gave me. The
same one you wore our first time together. And your favourite color is
black. And red. Like the sheets in your room and most of your sneakers.

   Francis nodded, smiling at himself. "Yeah."

   "And I know your favourite food is pizza."

   "Yours is spaghetti, right?"

   "Well... pasta. Close enough."

   They both laughed at each other, comforted by the other's
presence. Water still dripped down Francis' wet head and body, and the cool
morning air hit Nick's damp, wet chest.

   Francis pushed some of Nick's wet hair from his face, before he leaned
in closer. Nick put his hands on the window ledge as Francis' arms reached
his face, grabbing his neck and taking his mouth into his own. They kissed,
feeling the warmth of their skin and tasting the other. Their mouths
melted, steaming hot kisses chasing each other like heart beats as their
faces collided and got red hot with friction. Their blood pumped hard,
excited to finally have one another.

   Then, when Nick couldn't take it anymore, he tried to pull Francis
through the window. "Come inside. I want to be with you."

   Francis let go of him, scooting back down on the tree
branch. "I... can't, Nick. I don't know if I can take spending another
minute with you if I know I can't have you."

   "You can have me, Francis, any way you like. I'm yours, and you're
mine. I know how I feel about you and that's not going to change. We can
keep things a secret--no one has to know! Like I said: I'll take a gap
year; figure things out and help you take your SATs. We can choose a
college we can both get into, and if that still doesn't work, then I'll go
to Texas A&M. You'll probably get in there anyway and if you don't, then
you can stay at the farm if you want. A&M was my safety school and it's
only like forty minutes from where you live. We both have cars."

   "You... you would do that? For me?"

   "Yes, Francis. I'd do anything for you," he mumbled, his heart beating
faster and the lump in his throat getting bigger. "I just want to be with
you. It's all I ever wanted."

   "I mean... I don't want to force you into anything. Or make you ruin
your life. I-I'm just a person, Nick."

   "But you're the person I care for. More than anyone else, just like you
said."

   Francis hesitated, thinking it over. Would Nick really do all that for
him? It was a lot to consider, but he knew that just having Nick say those
things made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. He suddenly didn't
care about his parents, or his friends or his brothers. He just cared about
Nick. And like the teenager, he'd do anything for him.

   "O-okay."

   Nick's eyes widened and his heart nearly stopped. "Really?"

   "Yeah. We can make the big decisions later but for now... I guess we
can... we can..."

   "Just be together?"

   Francis blushed. "Yeah. That. If you want to."

   "I do." Nick kissed him again, pulling him in and taking him by
surprise. Francis didn't fight it, letting the feeling take over his
body. Just the thought of having Nick in his arms again made things a
hundred times easier, and a lot of the stress from the past few months had
just melted away in seconds. The way he felt in that moment--the sensations
coursing through his body and the thoughts swirling through his
head--surpassed anything he'd ever experienced before. He didn't think
emotions this strong were even possible.

   Nick broke free, keeping their faces close as they breathed on each
other. "We'll keep things a secret. I want you to myself and I don't want
anyone else to know. I don't need them to ruin it."

   "Are you sure?"

   Nick nodded. "Of course. But it's not my decision, Francis. It's your
parents who'll have a problem with it, so it's up to you. If you still
don't want to be with me, then... I can accept that. I don't want you to
ruin your life for me."

   "I want you more than anything, Nick. And if you're really willing to
keep things this way for me..."

   "I am."

   "... then I guess it's set. We won't tell anyone. Not until thing's are
official with school and all. An education is super important."

   "We can keep it a secret for a hundred years, Francis. I don't care. As
long as we have each other."

   Francis smiled, trying not to cry. Blinking away the tears was
difficult. "Okay, babe. A hundred years, then."

   Nick laughed, trying to pull him inside. "Come on. Get in here."

   "Nick... I really can't. My parents will be up any minute and so will
yours. I've gotta get ready for Easter Mass."

   "O-oh."

   "We'll spend the whole day together, afterwards. Okay? I'll take you to
the lake, or maybe we can go into town."

   Nick smiled at him. "I'd like that."

   "Do you... still want to come with mass with me?"

   "Of course!"

   Francis let go of him and began to climb down. "Then you better get
ready! I'll pick you up on the way. We're already gonna be late."

   Nick nodded, grabbing him and kissing him one more time before he
disappeared. "Alright."

   "I'll be back in about thirty."

   "See you then."

   Francis squeezed his hands before he left, kissing him just once more,
for good measure. Then, he climbed back down. "I'll see you then, babe."

   Nick watched him as he left, blushing and smiling as the jock repeatedly
looked back up to Nick's window, just to see his face. Even before the
dripping wet man got into his truck, he smiled at Nick long and hard,
thinking to himself about all that had just happened. He had Nick, and Nick
had him. Nothing else mattered to either of them.


When Francis' truck came around later that morning, Nick was feeling very
nervous, but still somehow relieved. Although there was more he needed to
tell Francis, Nick held off on it for now, knowing that it could very well
scare Francis off or freak him out more than he already was. The 'L-word'
was some tricky business, and Nick still needed to make sure whether he was
really there with Francis yet. It didn't seem fair to spring it on him all
of a sudden, without spending some much needed time with him first.

   As he got into the passenger seat, Francis greeted him with a stupidly
nervous smile. He looked like he was sweating a bit (Nick spotted some
pit-stains) and he seemed less sure of himself than usual.

   "Hey," Francis muttered, watching Nick as he got into the seat. The
teenager was wearing a grey buttoned shirt and a pair of dark trousers. It
was tight on his body, and it made Francis stare an awful lot. Nick smiled
back at him, putting on his seatbelt while returning the stare.

   Francis had on a light blue dress shirt that seemed one size too
small. His top buttons were done all the way up but his sleeves were pushed
back, trying to give the man some room to breath and maneuver. His chest
was bulging through the shirt and the fabric was taut against his pecs and
large biceps.

   His shoulders were pretty prominent too, and some of his shirt stuck out
of his sides and back, barely tucked into the beige pants he wore. His huge
thighs were spread wide apart, as his pants wrapped around his muscular
figure. From what Nick could see, there was no hint of Francis wearing any
underwear, and the usual bulge in his crotch didn't leave much to the
imagination. It was just the way Nick liked it.

   Nick didn't stare for long, but it occurred to him that maybe it was
okay now. And since Francis was clearly checking him out, perhaps it was
alright to do the same.

   "You look incredible," Francis murmured, now meeting Nick's gaze. The
man's eyes were bright and cheery, and he wore a large smile.

   "You look hot," Nick suddenly said.

   Francis laughed, looking awkwardly down at his feet. "Thanks. Not as hot
as you, though."

   Nick looked out the window as Francis pulled out of the street, not sure
how to respond. He still wasn't comfortable with compliments, and it was
still weird to hear them coming from Francis.

   "You're wearing blue," Nick told him.

   Francis grinned. "Yeah, I knew you'd like it."

   "I love it. And it's definitely your color."

   "Haha, thanks. And grey looks good on you, dude. Goes with your eyes."

   "It's the closest I had to a black shirt," Nick mumbled quietly.

   "Do you wanna talk about it?" Francis blurted out. "A-about us?"

   "Well... it would make things less awkward."

   "I want us to be exclusive with one another," Francis told him, keeping
his eyes on the road. His heart was beating wildly, and even though he knew
Nick liked him, it was still scary to talk about it.

   "Like... boyfriend-girlfriend?"

   Francis looked at him. "Don't you mean boyfriend and boyfriend?"

   Nick bit his lip. "Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry."

   Francis smiled. "That's alright. As long as you're the girlfriend."

   "Shut up," Nick laughed.

   "What? It was your idea," he joked.

   "So... you really want to do this. You're okay with us
being... boyfriends? That doesn't weird you out?"

   It definitely weirded Francis out. He'd never thought it was something
that would happen to him, and it felt weird to say it. He wasn't raised
this way. But he didn't give a shit how he was raised and whether or not it
sounded abnormal when the word 'boyfriend' came out of his mouth. Because
he knew how it felt to be with Nick and what it was like to be without
him. He wanted to be with Nick every minute he could and he wanted Nick to
himself. He couldn't bear the thought of someone else holding or touching
him.

   He didn't want to freak Nick out, so he lied, just for the time
being. Just long enough for it to feel normal to him. "No, it's not
weird. I want us to be boyfriends."

   Nick was silent for a while, surprised at him. He seemed uptight and
nervous.

   Francis suddenly let out a deep breath, relaxing in his seat. "Wow, I
said it," he laughed.

   Nick smiled back. "It does sound a bit weird, doesn't it?"

   "A little. We'll get used to it. You've never been in a relationship
with a guy before and neither have I."

   "Yeah, makes sense."

   Francis gave him a devious smile, raising an eyebrow. "Soo... you're my
boyfriend now."

   "And you're mine."

   "Dude, it's gonna be so cool being with a guy. They're so much easier to
relate to than chicks," Francis muttered, excited with
himself. "Like... there's gonna be so much less shit to deal with. It's
like being with your best friend."

   "That's what a relationship is supposed to be like," Nick said.

   He nodded slowly, thinking about it to himself. "Yeah... I guess you're
right. Guess all those women I was with were definitely not for me."

   "So what goes on at this mass thing? I haven't been to one since I was
younger and I don't remember much." He already spotted the building up
ahead on the road and it was intimidating to see the parking lot nearly
full. Francis' parents were waiting for them somewhere there and Nick had
butterflies in his stomach.

   "Uh, well the pastor gives us a bunch of lectures, stories and, um, we
sing a bit."

   "Really? Do you sing?"

   "Not very well. And not a lot."

   Nick tried to hide his laughter but Francis could tell it was cracking
him up.

   "Shut up."

   "I didn't say anything."

   They pulled into the parking lot, noticing that people were heading
inside. The lot was almost empty, though it was filled with cars.

   "Shit, they're gonna be pissed. I'm late."

   "Are they inside already?"

   Francis nodded. "Yeah. Probably upfront too. You can't save seats for
too long." He parked pretty quickly, doing a few scans before reversing.

   "We can just sit near the back. That way we won't have to sing."

   Francis nodded. "Good idea. You really don't want to hear me sing."

   They took another minute to get out of the car and tuck in their
shirts. Francis did a lousy job and he was really beginning to sweat.

   "Here," Nick said, reaching up to unbutton the man's collar. Francis
blushed, awkwardly putting his hands into his pockets. His shirt was still
mostly untucked and though he looked stupid, he was very cute. Nick sighed
in amusement, spying some of Francis' chest hair from the top of his shirt,
and then reached down to tuck his boyfriend's shirt back in. He did it
slowly, taking the shirt and stuffing it into his waist with all the time
in the world. He pushed his hands deep down Francis' pants,
deliberately. Francis wasn't wearing anything underneath, and feeling the
man's hard, hairy thighs was a turn on, especially when Nick went around
and basically groped the jock's muscular, bulging butt.

   Nick tucked in the front of his shirt too and dug into his large push of
pubic hair, then brushed the base of Francis' member, noticing it's girth
and firmness. The skin was soft to him and Francis nearly jumped as Nick
felt him up. He pulled his hand back out, looking up at the jock with a wry
look on his face.

   Francis was breathing heavily, staring down at Nick as he finished with
him.

   "There," Nick muttered, getting a bit hard himself. He could now see the
outline of Francis' penis pushing up against his pants, although he used
his blazer to hide it from prying eyes.

   "Th-thanks," Francis said, still bright red. However, he had enjoyed
being felt up by Nick. And being taken care of like that made him feel warm
and tingly.

   "You're happy I'm here, then?" Nick teased him, eyeing his bulge.

   Francis nodded, desperate to reach his arms out and pull Nick in by his
waist, holding his groin to his and pressing the boy's chest to his
body. He needed to feel Nick's back against his fingers and he wanted to
feel the heat of his breath on his pecs. But they were in public, and
Francis could do nothing but place a sneaky hand on the side of Nick's leg,
gently grazing him up and down.

   Francis's face was pink, and he spoke in a low, hushed voice, as if he
was flustered. "Very happy. No one gets me hot like you do, baby."

   Nick was flummoxed. He was smiling uncontrollably and he'd never felt so
cared for or important. Watching Francis get embarrassed at having his
boner spotted was insanely cute and hot enough on it's own but hearing him
own up to it and feeling his fingers on his body was euphoric.

   "C'mon," Nick said, leading him away from the truck. "Let's get inside
before I end up blowing you right here."

   He bit his lip, his heart pounding wildly. Francis' stomach jumped a few
times as he watched Nick turn around, walking confidently toward the
church. God, Francis thought, he looked hot. He was the sexiest person
Francis had met, and there was something about him that made his blood
hotter, pumping faster than usual. He wanted to take Nick right then and
there, but by some miracle, he was able to control himself and keep
composed.

   He followed Nick inside, walking awkwardly since his legs felt weak at
the thought of having Nick again. He shuffled into the church after him,
taking the chance to tap Nick's ass as he closed the doors quietly behind
them. Nick suppressed a giggle. Everyone was already standing for the first
hymn, but lucky for the two boys, the last two benches were empty, which
made it easy to sneak inside. They both took the furthest bench, where the
organ on the balcony overhead cast a dark shadow over the pews. They were
well out of sight, which meant that if they were quiet enough, they could
talk amongst themselves.

   "C'mon, over here," Francis whispered, throwing his blazer over the end
of the bench.

   Nick scooted in after him, picking up the thick bible. He hadn't seen
one of these in ages, and it felt weird having one in his hands after the
conversation he'd had with Francis. Whatever was in that book was part of
the reason why Francis' parents hated the idea of their son being even
remotely interested in men. He wondered how Francis could even stand to be
in that place.

   Francis hummed along to the song while he held out the hymn-book for
Nick, showing them where they were. Watching him get so into something was
pretty cute and he was happy to share that moment with him. Nick read the
words as the song went on, and eventually they got to sit back down,
listening to what the pastor was saying. He gave a long introduction before
someone came up to read a passage from the bible. By now, Nick was really
beginning to get bored, although he was happy that he was going through
with Francis. The jock himself didn't seem very interested either, and he
noticed that Nick was ready to shoot himself.

   "Boring?"

   Nick gave him a short smile in return.

   He put a hand over the teenager's knee, slowly making his way up his
thigh. "We'll be out of here soon. I promise."

   "Isn't there food at the end of these things?"

   "Yep."

   "Then can we stay for that?"

   Francis tried to hide his laugh. "Of course."

   Before he had a chance to remove his hand, Nick put his own hand over
Francis', guiding his big fingers closer to his crotch. They were both
alone in the pew, and since there wasn't anyone actually close enough to
them, or in a position to see their legs or what their hands were doing,
Nick was beginning to get some dirty ideas.

   Francis kept his face forward although he was focused on Nick. "What are
you doing?" he whispered, a bit nervous. His boner had only just subsided
but now as their legs grazed, and his fingers felt the smooth muscle of
Nick's thighs, he felt the blood gushing to his face and groin.

   "I want you to feel me," Nick whispered. He was lucky the bench in front
of them was empty too. "I missed you a lot... and I wanted to feel you
touch me again."

   Francis rolled his eyes back, biting his lip and clenching his other
hand as he reached the end of Nick's leg, hovering over the bulge that lay
in between. Nick sighed out, stifling a moan. Francis felt the contents of
Nick's pants shift, and then he gently squeezed, making Nick squirm in
pleasure. Francis grabbed his bulge, rubbing his crotch and letting the
teenager's penis harden underneath his grasp. It elongated, pushing against
the fabric against his pants and snaking along the top of his pants.

   Francis could see his thick shaft bulging against the boy's boxers and
pants. He must have been very hard for it to show through both layers of
clothing.

   "Fffuuuckkk..." Nick moaned, his voice a hushed whisper to Francis'
ears.

   He grinned, stroking the length of Nick's pants and gently squeezing his
member. Then, he reached down to his balls, caressing his private-most area
and squeezed a bit, fondling him.

   Nick titled his head backwards, sighing in pleasure as the man teased
him. Then, Francis reached back up to this dick, gripping it firmly to
arouse him, but not hard enough to hurt.

   "Fuck, that feels so good..." he mumbled.

   Francis could feel the warmth of Nick's erection, how it throbbed to
each touch or movement of his hand, and how it longed to be free. The man
stroked it repeatedly, his mouth watering and his body slightly turned
towards him, wanting to see the looks of ecstasy on his face.

   Nick was barely able to control himself. His body squirmed and his cock
was scorching. Francis grinned, feeling the boy's member shudder. But
suddenly he realized: Nick must have been close. He couldn't let him go
over the edge, or else he'd stain his pants with gallons of cum and that
would be the end of them both.

   He eased off on Nick's cock, still rubbing it slowly until Nick composed
himself again. Then, as someone from a few rows above slipped out of the
bench, probably to go to the bathroom, Francis removed his hand from Nick's
crotch while Nick himself sat up straight, using his hands to cover the
obvious shape of his erection creating a tent in his pants.

   They both grinned at each other, still clearly turned on. But better
yet, Nick had spotted something he was excited to see. Against his leg,
rock-hard and bulging against his pants, was Francis' own erection. Francis
may not have realized that his dick was clearly noticeable, but Nick wanted
to get in on the action himself. He waited until the other man was seated
again, back from wherever he went, and then Nick slowly crept his hand
towards Francis' thigh, slipping his fingers close to his groin.

   Francis didn't say a word, realizing what Nick was doing. He felt his
boyfriend's hand slide over the head of his penis, which throbbed through
his tight pants. Nick worked his tip, massing the large hunk of meat and
then made his way down. He could feel the bulging veins running along the
length of his thick tool, pulsating with each heartbeat. His penis was warm
and hard, jumping and twitching each time Nick moved his fingers over it.

   "Ugh, fuck," he said, sighing out in disbelief. He'd been horny for so
long and now that he had Nick, he was stuck here, unable to take him the
way he wanted--the way they both wanted. He clenched his fists, curling his
toes as Nick massaged him, going down the length of his shaft and then
circling back up, focusing on his wet, slippery head.

   Nick grinned at him, wondering how far he could tease Francis before
he'd beg to stop. Nick continued squeezing and stroking his engorged,
veinous cock, milking his shaft to the point of exhaustion. His hand was
getting tired and he also didn't want to chafe his boyfriend's dick with
the cloth of his pants. That gave him an even riskier idea.

   His hand reached to the waist of Francis' pants. Nick quietly undid his
belt, and then moved onto his zipper and upper button. Francis took in a
huge breath of air, not sure if he wanted this to continue or if they had
to stop before someone spotted them.

   "Unnhhh..." he whispered. His voice was barely audible as Nick entered
his pants, pushing into his thicket of dark, long pubes and reaching down
to the base of his dick. With eagerness across his face, Nick used his
fingers to grab onto the man's dick, circling it's wide girth so that he
had the base of his penis in his fist. It was blazing hot, swollen with
blood and desire, desperate to enter Nick and mutilate his insides. Francis
was more horny than he'd ever been before, and his need to be with Nick was
overwhelming his entire body: his pecs twitched, his arms fidgeted, his
legs shook and his erect dick was trembling with anticipation.

   Nick used his fist to draw out Francis' dick, pulling it from the leg of
his pants as if it were a large python. He brought it to the crotch of the
man's pants, where Nick could stroke all of it without having to reach in
so deep. His boyfriend's cock was wet with pre-cum, smooth with sweat and
long pubic hair. The veins were still popping, shaking in his grasp as Nick
worked his wood.

   "Mmmmm... fuuckkkk, baby..."

   Nick smiled, grinning as he reached his arm further down. "You're so
fucking hard," he whispered back.

   Francis nodded, his eyes closed and his mouth wide open--almost
drooling--as Nick pulled the foreskin over his glans, playing with it by
inserting a finger through the tip. He bit his lower lip, almost jumping as
Nick touched him. His soft fingers shot twinges of ecstasy and extreme
pleasure through his large slab of meat and up into his body. More pre-cum
squirted from his tip, but Nick caught it in his hand. Then he brought it
up to his face, letting go of the man's penis for a second, and stared
right at Francis as he licked up all of his cum with one stroke of his
tongue.

   Nick licked his hand clean, even getting his finger tips wet, and then
went back down on him, grabbing his shaft. Francis was so turned on by this
display that his nipples had gotten fully hard, and he even jizzed himself
a little. Once he felt his dick in Nick's hand again, he threw his head
back and sighed in euphoria as the sensations came rushing back. Nick
pulled and pushed on his tool, working his dick in different ways and
directions until Francis could take no more.

   "Uhhnnn!" he whimpered, his voice barely muffled by the loud shuffling
noises of the church as they got up to their feet, flipping through the
hymn-book to sing the next song. Had he moaned a few seconds earlier,
everyone would have heard him.

   Nick slowly got to his feet, taking his hand out of Francis' pants while
he himself quickly got up. He shoved his dick back inside, stuffing his
balls down too, and then zipped himself, while Nick helped with the button
and belt. They stood there like idiots, eyeing and laughing at each other
while Francis awkwardly muttered a few words to the song. His voice cracked
and jumped as the last veins of pleasure in his body subsided. Finally, he
knew he could not wait any longer. His hard cock was threatening to burst
out of his pants and his heart was pumping quickly. He couldn't wait for
another hour or so--he needed to fuck Nick right then and there.

   "C'mon," he said, shuffling out of the pew. Being so far back, no one
even took notice as he quietly slipped out.

   "What's wrong?" Nick mouthed.

   Francis took him by his hand, his dick still hard in his pants and
threatening to let loose a large load if he didn't do something about
it. "Follow me," he said, taking command of him. Nick didn't resist, turned
on by his sudden display of force. He quickly followed after him, going
down a side door to the church and running down a flight of stairs.

   "What's happening--where are we going?"

   Francis hesitated, making sure they were alone in the dark
stairway. Then, he leaned in close to Nick and took his entire body into
his grasp, kissing him passionately. He held him hard, his own cock
pressing against Nick's crotch as they made out. He grabbed Nick's ass,
squeezing it with his fist while Nick pressed his hands on Francis'
pec. Eventually he let go and looked at Nick, his eyes full of
excitement. "I wanna fuck you, Nick. I can't wait anymore. I need you right
now."

   Nick grinned, unable to contain his excitement. "I can't wait either. I
want you inside me. And I want you to be rough."

   It took all of his strength to hold himself back. Hearing Nick say those
words made his cock even harder and his muscles swelled with blood at the
thought of making love to him. He barely controlled himself, taking a few
moments to regain his senses. He was a horny young man, testosterone
coursing through his body and he hadn't had sex in a long while. He wanted
Nick more than anything.

   "Downstairs, in the basement. That's where the food will be. The kitchen
might be a bit busy but there's a stage at the back. No one goes around
there and there's a bunch of curtains. There might be a table still there
and a few props. The local school does plays and stuff down there but
school's almost over now."

   "I don't care. As long as you're fucking me, I don't give a shit where
we are."

   He nodded, eager to taste Nick, to feel his warm, soft skin against his
lips. Smiling, he met Nick's gaze and led him away. "Alright,
babe. C'mon. There's a stage door down here... no one will see us go in."

   Nick followed, coming to the end of the steps until they made it to a
large plain door. Francis jiggled the knob but it was locked. However, he
smirked and lifted the door slightly by holding onto the wobbly knob. He
shook it a little more while it was raised and then the door gave way,
swinging wide open.

   "How did you know to do that?" Nick asked him.

   "I used to go to the middle school nearby. I might have been a wise man
or a reindeer in some of their Christmas productions," Francis muttered, a
bit embarrassed.

   Nick smiled at him, surprised that Francis had told him that. "There's
gotta be a home video of that somewhere."

   Francis lead him inside. "I hope not."

   Nick loved the feeling of Francis holding him by his hand, taking him to
wherever he wanted. Together, they crept into the darkness of prop-room,
filled with half-made sets and large racks of costumes. Francis led him
further in, taking him to the back part of the stage. It was lighter here,
for there was some light filtering through the rings above the curtains and
the rest of the basement lights beyond that were on full.

   There was a metal table against the back wall, and several chairs lying
around.

   "Sometimes I used to hang out down here with friends during
church. Looks like a few school kids still do that."

   "What if they catch us?"

   Francis finally took hold of Nick, embracing his body and using his
fingers to clench onto him, digging into his skin and grabbing every bit of
him he could. His mouth was close to Nick's and he breathed heavily against
his lips, eager to taste him. "We'd never come down here on a weekend--our
parents would keep watch of us. We only snuck down here during school."

   "So... we're all alone?"

   Francis nodded, bitting his lower lip, pressing his crotch against
Nick's. He wanted him.

   Nick kissed him, wrapping his arms around Francis' shoulders. Francis
took him forcefully, taking his mouth into his and pressing the small of
Nick's back closer to his abdomen. He felt the teenager's dick
stir. Slowly, as they continued to make out, Francis moved his big, rough
hands down Nick's back and to his ass, slowly lifting the boy's leg and
guiding it to the side of his torso. The boy's member rose up to meet him
and Francis sighed out in pleasure. He loved to know that Nick was
desperate for him.

   "Mmmm, uhnn..." Nick moaned, feeling the man take hold of his body,
taking what was him and controlling the sensations that ran through him. He
belonged to Francis, nobody else, and he needed him to know.

   "Fuck me," Nick whimpered, his mouth barely getting out the words as the
man's strong hands held him there, wrapped against his own body. "Take me."

   "I've wanted to fuck you so bad," Francis grunted, his arms leading
Nick's both legs to his waist.  "Get on me," he told him, taking the boy's
ass onto his arms.

   The teenager obeyed, wrapping his legs around Francis' back while his
arms clung to his neck and shoulders. The man picked him up with ease,
walking towards the wall. The bulge in his pants was throbbing wildly with
anticipation, and the veins in his arms pumped hard with blood.

   "I want you," Nick told him, whispering into his ear as his boyfriend
stole kisses down his neck and onto the beginning of his chest. "More than
anything. I want you inside me."

   "I can't control myself, Nick. Once I have you, I won't be able to
control what I do. I don't want it to be rough for you, but I can't help
it."

   Nick grunted as the man pinned him against the wall. He kept Nick
upright and off of his feet, while his huge arms snaked from underneath his
ass to the pits of his knees, hooking him in his grip. He could feel
Francis' cock pulsing against his body, and his legs seemed to be
trembling, desperate to take him.

   "Take me. Do what you want with me--be rough. I want to make you cum
inside me. Fill me with your seed, Francis. I'm yours."

   "You're mine. Only mine, baby. And I'm yours."

   Nick nodded, his eyes closed as he began to unbutton Francis'
shirt. "You're mine."

   Francis pushed his crotch up underneath him and let go, able to keep up
against the wall with the strength of his massive legs. Then, he took both
hands and undid his belt. He threw it aside and ripped Nick's pants wide
open, not caring if he broke his zipper or ripped the button off. Nick
laughed in pleasure, his nipples hard at his display of force.

   Francis looked down at Nick's open trousers, revealing the wet, hard-on
sticking up through his briefs. Then, Francis' hands swept up his happy
trail, through his shirt, up his abs and to his chest, where he squeezed
Nick's soft pecs and felt him squirm beneath him.

   Nick gave up on undoing Francis' shirt and let the man take
over. Francis grinned, pulling Nick's trousers off his legs, slipping his
shoes off and then ridding him of his underwear. From the waist down, Nick
was now buck nude. Nick held onto Francis, feeling the jock undo his zipper
and belt just enough to get his cock out to freedom. He pushed his pants
down to below his balls and drew out his massive tool. It bumped against
Nick's ass, dripping with pre-cum. It red-hot with testosterone and eager
blood from his muscles.

   Francis rubbed his hands across Nick's soft thighs, then moved his
finger up to his spot of pleasure. It was pink and hairless, puckering with
the excitement of being entered. Nick squealed as Francis touched him
there, probing his hole with his two large fingers. His pants began to fall
to his knees as he positioned himself. Then, his fingers entered him,
making the boy jump.

   The hard, dry fingers reached up into him. Nick could tell that Francis
was determined to have him, and he was readying his hole for the
taking. But he wanted Nick to enjoy himself, more than anything, and
feeling the boy shudder and writhe within his grasp was just as satisfying
to the jock as unloading himself into the teenager's loins.

   Francis slow pulled his fingers back out and put them to his mouth,
covering them in saliva before he snaked his hand back around Nick's ass,
filling him once more. Nick sighed in pleasure this time, his stomach
churning and his heart beating wildly. His penis was fully erect now,
pressed hard against Francis' shirt and hairy six-pack of abs. He convulsed
over the man's arms and underneath his chest, euphoria surging through his
limbs and satisfaction emanating from his anal cavity as the man fingered
him vigorously.

   "Uhhnnn..." Nick groaned, feeling Francis' big fingers enter him,
filling him up until they were as far in as he could reach. There were four
fingers inside him now, wiggling around and prodding his prostate. Francis
watched in pleasure as Nick's face twisted and his mouth opened to whisper
the man's name.

   "Francis... that feels soo good."

   "I want you to feel it, babe. How much I want you." Francis muttered,
his mouth still against Nick's as they held onto each other. Francis took
his fingers in and out, making the twink shake as his back was pressed
against the wall. The man's cock was pushed up against Nick's upper thigh,
near his ass, teasing him beyond measure.

   Nick's nipples were hard and his chest rose and fell quickly, sighing in
ecstasy as the thick fingers dug deep into him. He had never been this
horny before in his life, and never before had he wanted to fuck someone as
much as he craved for it in that moment. He yearned for the man's cock;
pining for his rough, daring lover to ravage him. When Francis came over
him, he kissed Nick again and then pushed his shirt up to his neck. He
sucked on his chest, using his tongue to flick his nipples. His fingers
went in even further, and Nick let out a squeal.

   "Yeah, you like that, baby?"

   Nick may have nodded in response, but his closed eyes and look of
impatience said a lot more to him. "I need you. I need your big fucking
cock, Francis. Just put it inside me." He wanted Francis to make love to
him in the nastiest way--to shoot his hot spunk inside his hole and all
over his body. Nick's pink hole puckered and clenched, begging to be fucked
by the jock's firm, rigid cock.

   "Are you sure? I... I don't think I can last long, Nick. I'm so fucking
horny."

   "I just need you to fuck me, Francis. I don't care how long it
lasts. Cum inside me. I want to feel it fill me."

   "No condom?"

   Nick nodded.

   "A-are you sure? It won't hurt you?"

   He shook his head. "No. I want to feel all of you."

   Francis grinned. "So do I." He rubbed his stubbly face against Nick's
cheek, feeling his warmth. He then let out his fingers, taking hold of his
dick instead as he lead it to the boy's hole.

   "Fuck... I need your tight little cunt, Nick. I've wanted it for so
long."

   "Take it, daddy. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard."

   Francis nodded, pushing his throbbing member down with his thumb so that
it reached the puckering asshole. Then, as he retracted his foreskin and
began to insert his cock into Nick, the teenager wailed as Francis cried
out as the sensation overwhelmed him.

   "Uhhhnnn! Fuck!" Nick could feel the hard, smooth head explore his
entrance. Then, the veiny schlong expanded his hole and thrusted itself
inside of him, spewing salty pre-cum and lubing up his hole.

   "Fuuuuuckkk..." Francis moaned, watching Nick react to his sighs of
pleasure. "You feel that babe?"

   Nick bit his lip as he smiled.

   "My cock is so fucking hard for you, baby. You feel so good." He lifted
his shirt a bit, letting his pubes rub the underside of Nick's body. The
two of them were so horny that they both still had their shirts on, not
bothering to take them off. In fact, Francis' pants were still at his
ankles.

   "Fuck me hard. I want you so badly."

   "Oh shit, Nick. You feel fucking amazing on my cock."

   Nick closed his eyes and laid his head against Francis' shoulder,
letting the man mutilate him. "Ohhh fuckk..." He used his hands to cling
onto his body, making it easier for Francis as his eight and half inches of
erect, scorching meat penetrated his asshole.

   "Ffffuuckk..." Francis moaned, finally putting all of himself into
Nick. His groin was pressed against the teenager's ass and his long pubes
tickled Nick's nuts. Nick looked up at Francis and smiled, rubbing himself
against Francis' herculean body. He felt up his rigid abs and large,
bulging pecs. His biceps flexed and his veins popped as Francis clenched
onto Nick's waist, pushing himself deeper inside the meaty ass and keeping
Nick's body hard against the wall of the stage.

   "You're so hard..." Nick said, feeling the massive boner tremble inside
of his anus as well as the toned, protruding muscles on his body. Nick's
legs shook as Francis piled himself into his ass, snaking his big hands up
Nick's sides.

   "I want you more than anything," Francis muttered, biting his lower lip
as he began to pull himself back out. From what Nick could see of his cock,
the skin was pulled all the way behind his huge, red head, and his shaft
was covered in massive veins that gushed with his warm blood. He licked his
lips, sliding himself out of the teenager's ass and spat on his pole,
trying to make the next thrust easier.

   "Uhhnn! Fuck me hard..."

   Francis began the fucking. He drove himself into Nick's hole, slapping
his groin into the twink's ass. Nick let out a loud moan, feeling the thick
meat invade his body and begin expanding his anus. Francis withdrew most of
his dick and thrusted again, pumping himself in and out of the boy's tight,
wet asshole.

   "Oh fuck! Jesus!" Nick wailed. He felt the jock continually impale him,
finally letting go of his senses and letting his primitive instincts take
over. The man's loose, heavy balls flung themselves into his ass, making
loud noises. And with each thrust of Francis' waist, Nick's whole body
jumped up against the wall, while the stud's arms still hooked underneath
his knees. Pressed against the end of the stage, it didn't take much to
keep him upright, but the man's biceps still bulged with intensity. Nick
felt the stud's huge, meaty pecs push against his body, driving into with
with each pumping motion. Francis was lifting the boy up as he fucked him,
humping Nick's tight pink ass.

   "Yeah, Francis! Just like that! Don't stop!"

   "Uggghhhh!" Francis grunted. His primal desire to breed the boy
possessed him. He drilled Nick's anus, leaking hot, premature semen into
his opening. Francis impaled him, tapping his ass with short, deep thrusts
and grabbing onto the twink's thighs to keep him up. Meanwhile, Nick was
holding onto Francis' shoulders for support, trying to feel more and more
of the jock's thick, veinous shaft as it busted his ass wide open.

   Francis' hot penis was wet with the sweat rolling off both their bodies,
as well as the juices of Nick's ass, and the hunk's pre-cum. His head was
larger than ever, pulsing deep inside of Nick's anus and warming him up. He
pushed himself deeper, pulling his foreskin back more than it could
handle. It hurt Francis as much as it hurt Nick to be penetrated, but
Francis didn't care. He was desperate to fuck Nick--to be with the boy he
loved and to fill him with his manliness, and eventually, his seed.

   "You okay?" Francis asked, whispering to Nick as he lumbered over his
body, still recklessly drilling his hole with his hard, meaty shaft.

   "Yes, Francis," he giggled back, his face full of happiness. "I love
this."

   Francis carefully picked Nick up from his armpits, trying to be gentle
with him, and told him to wrap his arms around his neck. The teenager did
as Francis told him and then spread his legs around his waist, feeling his
round, plump ass with his toes. It was a soft, hairless butt that was as
warm as the rest of his body. As Nick clung onto Francis, the stud thrusted
himself back into Nick, reaching deeper than before as he cupped the
twink's ass and grabbed hard onto his fleshy cheeks. He stood there, away
from the wall, pumping himself even harder into his body. He supported Nick
all on his own as he fucked him wildly through the air.

   "Oh shit, Francis!"

   "Fuckkkk... I'm deep inside of you, baby. Can you feel that?"

   "Yeahh daddy. You're close."

   He nodded, his face rubbing against Nick's. "I'm close, and you're
taking me there. Hold on, babe."

   As Nick clung to his body, he felt the raging cock dig its way further
up his anal cavity, the shaft rubbing hard against his prostate. One of
Francis' veins pulsed right where Nick's g-spot was, and the teenager could
feel the stud's heart beating through his penis. It shot out more pre-cum,
making his hole sticky and warming his flesh.

   Nick's balls rubbed on Francis' long pubes and his dick was lost in the
thicket of his happy trail. His abs were being poked by the stud's erect
nipples and round pecs, while his massive arms shook like two veiny dicks
that clung onto Nick's legs, holding him down as Francis pushed himself
into him.

   "Oh fuuckkkk..." Nick whispered, feeling the cock leave his hole and
then drive itself back up inside him again.

   "I'm so fucking horny," Francis said, his voice shaky as his breath
reached Nick's face. He held the teenager down on his cock and then began
to plough him hard and fast. "I'm horny for you."

   Nick was yelling as the erect penis invaded his fleshy hole and stabbed
up into him, hitting what he thought was his bladder. It pierced him like a
large, meaty weapon. Francis' member continued to spew out more jizz,
impregnating Nick's body. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Nick screamed, feeling the
stud's loose, heavy balls jump up and down through the air, slapping
Francis' thighs and then whipping back up to meet Nick's ass. His moans
were mostly muffled by Francis, who had his whole face against Nick's. The
boy pressed his mouth into the man's shoulders, hoping to keep their primal
love-making a secret.

   The pain of Francis' nuts colliding was both pleasure and pain. As their
most sensitive parts touched, it sent chills up Francis' arched spine and
to Nick, the texture of his balls was erotic. But the speed and momentum at
which they hit Nick shot pain through Francis' body and deep into his
groin. Combined with the hot, fleshy tunnel that completely engulfed the
throbbing cock between Francis' legs, they were both over the tipping
point.

   Francis repeatedly ploughed his member into Nick's cunt, stabbing his
body and putting as much of himself inside as he could. Nick's shouts of
pain were still muffled as he dug his face into the man's shoulders. The
sound of Francis' balls slapping Nick's ass was just as loud, however, and
drowned out a lot of their other noises.

   "I'm gonna cum inside you," Francis said, still holding onto Nick's body
with full force. He talked into Nick's neck, then repeated his words when
his lips met the boy's ears. The pleasure of the soft, warm hole around his
manhood was too great for him to stop. He was too far gone, and he needed
to get his nut.

   "Do it. I need it."

   "Uhhn, uhhn, uhhnn!" Francis grunted, shoving his dick deeper and deeper
into the teenager. Nick moaned and writhed in Francis' arms as the stud
fucked him in the air, humping him like a horny caveman, desperate to
plough a hole with his gargantuan, manly cock.

   "Fuck!" Nick said, clenching his teeth. Francis keep his arms hooked
under Nick's legs while the teenager clung to his body. Francis' hands
still reached Nick's ass and guided the tight hole up and down his shaft,
while simultaneously fucking Nick's anus like his dick was the piston to a
hydraulic pump.

   "Uhhhhnnnn! Shit!"

   "Fuck!" Francis exclaimed, suddenly slowing down and trying to catch his
breath. "I'm gonna cum, baby. I can't take it anymore." His legs jerked and
his balls hurt even more now from slapping against his thighs and Nick's
ass.

   "I can feel it," Nick told him, feeling the big, hardened member plough
his insides and fill him up with salty spunk. Their faces collided as they
spoke, kissing any part of skin their mouths could find. "Fill me,
Francis."

   Then, Francis' pace quickened again. He tightened his grip on Nick's
legs, thrusting himself deep into Nick's ass at amazing speed. He held Nick
against his body, while the teenager kept a firm hold around the man's
neck, feeling him take the both of them to a new place.

  Francis was fucking his ass wildly, slapping his groin into Nick's hole
like the horny man he was. He grunted and huffed hot hair, unable to speak
as he bred Nick's hole. Then, finally, Nick felt the jock's balls jerk
against his skin and his whole body became tense, his penis turning into a
vibrating pole of muscle.

   Francis pushed deep, up into Nick, squishing his whole body against his
own. He let out a low but loud moan, mostly muffled by kissing Nick's mouth
so hard. Francis closed his eyes as the feeling took over his entire
body. Spurts of cum escaped his cock head, and he slowly fucked his
boyfriend, his wagging boner still pointing upwards inside his lover. Huge,
powerful pumps of hot cum filled Nick's ass, bubbling and oozing. Francis
kept thrusting, his thick hairy legs pressed against Nick and his hard
nipples digging into Nick's abs. He kept the teenager's ass on his cock,
and he kept clinging onto his legs, fucking slowly and deeply.

   Another huge wad of sperm lurched from Francis' balls and shot through
his fat penis, still inside of Nick's hole. Francis yelled in pleasure,
thrusting his crotch hard against Nick's ass and splurging his hot cum all
over his insides. He humped Nick's waist over and over, his dick shaking as
more and more sperm exploded out of his tip.

   "Fuuckkkk..." Nick whimpered, feeling the scorching hot liquid fill his
body, along with the throbbing pole of meat still pumping itself into his
aching hole.

   His semen filled Nick's body, squirting all over the place with each
thrust. It dripped down Francis' balls, down his hairy thighs, and it
leaked from Nick's hole, covering his taint and tickling his scrotum as it
made it way down his loose sack of nuts. Then, when Francis began to slow
down, Nick could feel the liquid ooze out of him even more. But he clenched
himself, trying to keep it inside while Francis held onto him, their mouths
locked in embrace and their bare legs brushing up against the other.

   Francis kept Nick up, wrapping his arms around the twink's legs and
waist and pressing his torso hard against the teenager's own. He kept
humping him, gripping him tight and pushing himself deeper and deeper into
his clenching hole.

   "I needed that so badly," Francis told him, putting the boy's back
against the wall so that he could ease his arms out from underneath his
legs. "I needed you."

   Nick smiled, wrapping his legs back around his torso, so that his toes
could feel the crack of his ass. He rubbed his feet down his cheeks, making
Francis grin. "I missed you the most while I was gone. There's no one out
there like you."

   Francis smiled, kissing him again and finally withdrawing himself from
Nick's hole. He noticed that Nick had not yet cum, but he was happy with
that fact. It meant he could finally taste Nick for the first time.

   "You're still hard," Francis said.

   "As a rock."

   Francis' tough abs rippled and he slipped his pants off his ankles,
walking over to the smooth table nearby and carrying his boyfriend
there. He lay Nick gently onto it, still facing up so they could see each
other.

   "I want to blow you," Francis said, feeling himself stir again just at
the thought.

   Nick's cock jumped as he heard Francis say those words. "W-what?"

   "I want to suck your dick," he said plainly, slurring his lips in an
erotic fashion. He already began throwing his shirt off, ripping it off his
hard, sweaty pecs and revealing to him his erect nipples and drenched,
hairy abs. "And I want you to cum for me. I want to swallow every bit of
you."

   Nick was beyond surprised. He hadn't expected Francis to ever return the
favour--at least not so soon. Was he really ready to try something like
that?

   "F-Francis... are you sure? You don't have to do anything you don't want
to. There's no pressure. Just because your my boyfriend--"

   "I want to, Nick. I've been meaning to do it for a while but... I didn't
want you to think I was gay or anything. That doesn't matter now."

   "You... really want to blow me?"

   "Yes. More than anything. I want to know how you taste. I want to feel
you inside my mouth... you legs around my head... your balls beneath my
chin..." Francis' hands snaked down to Nick's crotch, gently rubbing his
testicles and taint while the stud still had his body over him. Their faces
were close, and with his other hand, Francis unbuttoned Nick's shirt with
expertise, revealing his bare chest and hard, eager nipples.

   "Uhhnnn... Francis..."

   "I want to feel the head of your cock on my tongue, your body squirming
as I take you... your moans, your whimpers..."

   "Mmmm..."

   His head ran down his body, kissing his nipples, sucking on them for a
while until he went down to Nick's abs. He licked them eagerly, reaching to
his pubes before his stubbled face grazed the base of Nick's erection.

   "I can't hold it for long, though..." Nick moaned, watching as his
boyfriend slid in-between his legs, pushing his thighs apart to expose his
hard dick.

   "Doesn't matter," he mumbled, staring at the boy's beautiful cock. It
was almost seven inches, and was pretty thick too. His penis was warm and
pink, engorged with blood and covered in veins of its own. It was amazing
for Francis to finally get a proper, first-hand look at another dude's
penis, especially since it belonged to the person he loved.

   "Are you alright?" Francis asked him.

   "Y-yeah" he muttered, closing his eyes trying to relax his body. He was
almost as nervous as Francis, but mostly, he didn't want to unleash his
load too soon. He looked at Francis' pink, eager face with hesitation. Were
they ready for this?

   Francis' hand was over his boner and he put two fingers around his base,
feeling his head with his other hand and stroking his shaft.

   "Uhnnn..." Nick whispered, not used to having someone else touch his
dick. 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.

   Nick nodded, unable to breath. His muscles went numb and his head
pounded with pleasure. It felt like heat was spreading through his body,
starting at his dick and reaching up into his abs and hard nipples. Then,
Francis put his whole mouth over his shaft and wrapped his tongue around
the base.

   "Uhnnnn, Francis...!"

   Francis smiled as he sucked Nick's cock, widening 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.

   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 God... you're fucking amazing, Francis..."

   He smiled as he took the boy's cock in his mouth, plunging himself even
deeper and digging his nose into Nick's pubes. He played with his balls,
holding them firmly between his fingers and rubbing them slowly, taking in
the twink's movements as he writhed and jumped on the table, sighing out in
pleasure and moaning the man's name.

   "Ohhh shit! Oh shit! Fuck..." Nick whispered, his voice barely audible
as Francis' mouth drained him of his energy. His hips bucked again,
thrusting himself into the man's mouth as he felt his cock shake and
tremble, reacting violently to every bit of Francis' 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 even better
than he imagined, especially since it was fresh from his fat dick. Francis'
tongue rolled against the throbbing vein of the thick shaft, and he
swallowed 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 arms flexing hard 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 soft thighs and firm ass made his boner swell up even
more.

   "Francis, I can't hold it back for much longer," he moaned, grasping at
the table and trying to control himself.

   "Mmhmm..." Francis answered, eager to taste his boyfriend's sperm. He
licked up the salty ejaculate that silently poured out of his tip and then
used his tongue to tickle his piss-slit. "Cum for me, then. I wanna taste
you."

   "Oh god... Francis! I'm gonna cum!"

   "Mmm, do it," Francis mumbled, feeling the boy's cock jerk and his balls
shake against his thighs.

   "Uhhhnnn! Francis, oh shit!"

   "Mmmm, I'm right here, baby..." 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 shoved his dick into
Francis' mouth. Watery spurts of cum shot out of his tip, filling his
boyfriend's mouth and running down his chin and hard, hairy chest. Nick
sighed out weakly, collapsing onto the table 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 him.

   "Uhhhnnnn... Francis..." Nick moaned, unable to believe that he'd just
came into the stud's mouth. It was something he'd never even dreamt of.

   "I'm here," Francis smiled, wiping Nick's cum off his lips and
swallowing the last bit that lingered. He rubbed his rough, heavy hands
over Nick's naked thighs and put his body on top of his. "You taste
amazing, babe."

   Nick gave him a dopey smile, still shuddering after the last drops of
spunk leaked out of his dick. "Thank you. You did an amazing job," he
whispered back, feeling his boyfriend embrace his body. He still felt weak,
but the warmth of the jock's body made everything better. "The best I've
ever had."

   Francis' lips was awfully close to his, and for a moment, as he teased a
kiss, Nick felt something warm prod his balls.

   "Are you... hard?" Nick asked, looking down at the man's groin. He
spotted the stud's dick, fully erect once more and leaking long lines of
pre-cum. His foreskin was almost pushed back and the red bulb of his cock
looked ready to ravage something.

   "Uh, yeah. Couldn't help myself."

   Nick smothered with a kiss, unable to believe that sucking a
dick--Nick's dick--had managed to turn Francis on like that. He felt so
close to him in that moment.

   "Did I turn you on?" Nick asked him, grinning as Francis came in to kiss
him. His hot, sweaty mouth smothered his lips, then reached down his chin
and strayed to his neck and shoulders.

   "Very much. I'm glad I could get you off. God knows you've deserved
after all the times you've done me."

   He smiled back, feeling the man's low, horny whispers against his
skin. He kissed him back, then pulled him closer, reaching down with his
hands so he could feel Francis' back and ass. They were both naked, their
bodies overtop one another and Nick could feel every part of Francis' body
twitching and shaking in anticipation. He could feel the man's desire to
enter him, and the desperation in his lips. The seductive movement of his
hands and the grazing of his testicles against his readied Nick to service
his boyfriend again.

   "You can fuck me if you want to," Nick told him. "You don't need to
ask--you don't have to be afraid of me. I want you."

   Francis was embarrassed, and he smiled awkwardly while he looked down at
Nick's pecs.  "I didn't want to force you to do anything if you
weren't... horny."

   "I'm almost always horny, Francis. I want you. Again. All day, if we
could."

   "A-are you sure? Aren't you sore? Does it hurt?"

   He nodded gently. "A little, but... what I feel when I'm with is a
hundred times better than any of the pain afterwards."

   "I... don't want to hurt you, Nick. Or act entitled or anything. And I
don't want you to feel as though you owe me sex just because we're
together."

   Nick put his hands to his shoulders and then to his neck, pulling him
closer to him. Their faces touched, and their lips met again as Nick
spoke. "You don't have to be afraid when you're with me. And I don't want
to feel that way when I'm with you, either. If we're going to keep this a
secret from everyone, we'll already be lying enough and we'll have to act a
certain way for who knows how long. But when we're together, I don't want
to have go through any of that. We need to be honest with each other. It
might be a little rocky at first but... give it a week or so, and I swear
things will be normal. Okay?"

   Francis nodded, holding Nick by his hips, and snaking his hands down to
his bare, hairless thighs. "Okay."

   He licked Francis' lips, making both of them giggle.

   "So then... do you wanna fuck?" Francis asked him.

   Nick nodded back, closing his eyes as he felt the man grasp his
waist. "Yes, please."

   His head already began to move down to Nick's crotch. "First... I wanna
lube you up."

   He pushed his hands though the man's curly brown hair. "I can still feel
your seed inside me."

   "Well then, I've got some cleaning up to do, don't I?"

   Nick's answer was lost as he let out a low moan, surprised by how
quickly he moved. Already, Francis pushed Nick's legs apart, sliding him
closer to the end of the table and pushing his thighs into the air to
expose his hot, puckering hole. His rough, stubbly face immediately dug
itself into his ass, his nose buried into his taint while his forehead made
contact with Nick's balls, and his lips lapped the juices from his crack.

   "Ohhh God!" he whined, feeling the stud work his tongue on his hole,
gently forcing himself into the entrance and flicking vigorously across the
walls of his insides.

   Nick lifted his legs up higher as he lay on his back, giving Francis
more to work with as the man got down on his knees for him. His face
pressed itself close to Nick's ass, while his big hands spanked his cheeks.

   "Uhhnn!" Nick moaned, feeling the jock's big, rough hands smack against
his perky butt, turning his cheeks pink.

   Nick could feel Francis grin and then he spanked him again. Despite
being eaten out before, Nick was surprised by the amazing sensation. The
warm, soft and slimy tongue that invaded his puckering, pink hole was
beyond words, and Nick's whole stomach felt like it was about to flip on
itself, overwhelmed by the euphoric tenderness of Francis' mouth.

   Francis not only licked up whatever remains of his own cum still
lingered, but he loved the taste of Nick's sweat on his body, created by
their intense friction and movement together. It was there as a result of
their love-making, and to take those fluids into his mouth brought him even
closer to the teenager.

   Nick moaned loudly in pleasure, grasping at his boyfriend's shoulders
and back as he spread his ass apart, digging even deeper. The stud was
licking Nick's asshole, slathering his smooth crack with spit and taking in
the tastes of his little boy pussy.

   "Ohh shit!" Nick whined, feeling the fat, rough tongue probe his hole,
pushing deeper into his anus and tickling his cavity. "Oh god!"

   "You're my favourite flavour..." Francis hummed, his deep voice making
Nick's hole body vibrate. It was the sweetest, most intense pleasure he'd
ever felt, second maybe only to the mouth he'd had on his cock only five
minutes ago.

   "You're so amazing," Nick murmured, his words all slurred together with
his moans. He writhed on the table as the hunk's tongue lapped at the
juices of his ass, tasting his most intimate and sensitive parts. Nick's
asshole and taint were the most delicate regions of his body, and it was a
feeling of extreme satisfaction to know that Francis was using his tongue
to massage his hole and lick his dirtiest, deepest parts of him.

   The warm tongue and spit penetrated his asshole and as Francis licked
and kissed it, Nick felt his balls twitch in pleasure, and his dick gave a
violent jerk. It was a feeling he'd never expected in his life. "That's so
good..." he mumbled, more pre-cum dripping loosely from his head like a
leaky faucet.

   "Mmmm..." Francis groaned. "You taste good. And you're all wet."

   "I'm wet for you, Francis," Nick murmured, feeling his asshole throb as
he imagined the stud going inside him with his large, rigid member. His
tongue had lathered and loosened him up, and now Nick was ready for
it. "Fuck me, Francis. I want you inside me," Nick asked, desperate to feel
his huge member up his ass again, deeper than it had ever gone before. "Put
your big dick inside my hole."

   "You want it?" he asked, his face coming up from his hole.

   Nick nodded, biting his lower lip and looking up at him with doleful
eyes. He brought his knees down to his chest and exposed his hole to him,
begging to be fucked.

   Francis' whole cock jumped at the sight. He was rock-hard and a huge
glob of pre-cum instantly fell from his head, splattering onto the
floor.. Francis rubbed his cock a few times, easing it down as he pointed
it at Nick's quivering cheeks. Then, he grabbed Nick's thighs with his arms
and dragged him closer to his crotch, taking him for himself. His lower
body was now pressed up against his wet, hairy abs and long pubes. He
squeezed his cheeks, spreading them apart before he entered him.

   "You've got a tight ass," Francis said, grabbing one of Nick's legs and
pushing it up into the air. He was going to put his cock inside.

   "My ass is yours. I belong to you."

   He nodded back, biting his lip and spanking the boy. "Yeah, you do."
Francis spit on his fingers and spread it over his bouncing tool, before
covering Nick's asshole too. Then, as Francis said, "I'm going inside you,"
Nick felt himself tense up in excitement.

   Just the tip had gone inside, and Nick moaned loudly. He grit his teeth
and clenched his fist; he wanted it so badly, but the initial pain was a
lot to handle. However, he felt his body letting its guard down as Francis'
low, soothing voice came, cracking occasionally as the pleasure swept
through his member.

   "Relax, relax, baby." Francis calmed him down, rubbing Nick's thigh. He
was still lining himself up to Nick's ass. "I'll go slowly." He kissed
Nick's leg, which was sticking up in the air, and rubbed him down again.

   "Okay." By now, Nick was leaking pools of pre-cum on his
stomach. Francis shifted himself and looked back at him for approval. "Do
it," he answered.

   Francis did it slowly. He gently pushed in another inch or so, waiting
for Nick to tell him to go further. Nick grimaced once more, and then found
himself realizing how stiff his body was against the table. He did as
Francis said, to relax, and felt the pain ebb away. Francis felt the
difference too.

  Francis then put more of himself in. Feeling Nick's warm, tight asshole
around his cock felt like bliss, and it was hot to know that Nick wanted to
be fucked just as much as Francis wanted to give it to him.

   There were gasps of ecstasy escaping his lips, and he told Francis to go
in all the way. It finally happened, as Francis ignored his own feelings
and made sure Nick was alright.

   "Are you okay?"

   "Yeah..." Nick breathed, his chest rising and falling. He loved the
feeling of his boyfriend's long, thick, swollen member throbbing inside
him, embedded as far as it could go.

   "Just fuck me, Francis. I need it."

   Francis pulled half of his cock out of Nick and then pushed back
in. Nick moaned, feeling the thick, hotrod of meat expand his anus and
slide forward, sending warmth through his body. Francis' head hit his
prostate as he did so, making his body shake.

   "Fuckk, baby. I'm gonna fuck you up hard."

   "Do it. I'm your dirty little slut," Nick barely muttered, his asshole
twitching in pleasure.

   Francis grinned at him, laughing at his desperation. "Yeah? You want
this cock, baby?"

   "Yes, Francis. Give it to me..." Nick smiled dreamily, looking up at the
ceiling of the church in a haze.

   Francis thrust forward again. The first few were still slow, as he held
Nick's legs against his bulging chest, and then they got harder, and
quicker. Nick felt his asshole expand, and Francis got deeper and deeper
inside of him, his shaft and pulsing vein hitting his prostate square on.

   Eventually, Francis' pubes brushed Nick's ass, and his groin began to
smack into him. He could feel his loose balls swing into him too and the
table creaked under his fast movement.

   Nick moaned again, saying Francis' name. The jock grabbed onto his upper
thighs and waist and started to rhythmically pump in and out of Nick,
fucking him like they were both horny animals wanting to mate. Each
downward thrust was met with a low moan from Nick, a sound of deep pleasure
and pain. It was the best feeling he'd ever felt, and he got to share it
with the man he loved most. The deeper Francis got, the more the table
squeaked and the louder Nick moaned. Francis himself was grunting like an
animal now, getting off on the sounds of sex and the feeling of hot flesh
around his boner. His hair was whipping back, now all over his face.

   "Ohh fuck! Yeah, just fuck the shit out of me," Nick said, rubbing his
own dick and feeling Francis' huge body lumber over his. In a moment,
Francis' chest was digging into his body, his rippling abs on his stomach,
and his big, muscular arms underneath Nick's pits. He clung onto him,
fucking him wildly now, moving his ass up and down while his big, beefy
thighs held his ass in place. He put one of his legs up on the table,
almost like he was crouching, right beside Nick's shaking body. His other
was still planted on the floor, but he himself was covering the boy's
entire body, as if he were shielding him. But Francis simply wanted to be
close to Nick, feeling every vibration and sensation in both their bodies.

   Nick's arms were wrapped around the man's broad back, digging his
fingers into his hard muscles and then reaching back up to his massive arms
and shoulders as the jock ploughed him vigourously. Francis was thrusting
like a caveman, raw and full of testosterone. It was so wild, so savage and
primitive, yet Francis was trying to be gentle, keeping Nick safe under his
big arms and holding him like a lover.

   "Oh yeah... fuck me! Fuck me, Francis!"

   "You're so tight Nick, it feels so fucckking good."

   "Yeah, daddy, just like that! Fuck me."

   Francis kept pumping, holding Nick beneath him and feeling the
teenager's dick twitch uncontrollably under his waist. Then, Francis put
his face over Nick's and locked his mouth in a kiss. He continued grabbing
onto the the boy's body to keep him planted on his cock while he pumped
into him.

   "Ohhhh, fuck..." the man murmured.

   Francis was almost completely on the table, on top of Nick. Both the
naked boys held onto each other, moaning widely as they both fucked. Nick's
bottom was underneath Francis' powerful thighs, while his own legs were
high up in the air--his knees pressed against his chest. Francis was still
shoving his massive penis deeper into Nick's hole, his balls bouncing up
and down erratically.

   "You're the best fucker I've ever had," Francis teased him.

   Nick grinned, clenching his asshole around the man's cock as he kept
piercing his body with his manhood. While Francis thrusted into him, he
moaned loudly, almost having came after the boy's sudden tightness secured
itself around his penis, claiming him for himself. Their faces brushed
against each other and as Francis picked up the pace, Nick held onto the
stud's shoulders for support. His nipples were erect and dug into his legs,
and each touch of Nick's hands made the stud smile.

   "Ughh fuck," Francis muttered, his face turning more pink as sweat
rolled down his face, dripping from his messy hair and landing onto Nick
himself.

   "Do you like that?" Nick said, barely able to form the words as the
jock's eight-and-half-inches of throbbing manhood filled up his anus and
spurted pre-cum inside.

   Francis grinned, holding onto Nick's ass as he pumped his cock into
Nick's hole, stabbing his little cunt and feeling both their bodies grind
on each other. "Yeah, babe. It's fucking tight."

   Nick's hard cock bounced up and down on his own abs, tickling his
exposed head and giving Francis the satisfaction of knowing that he was
showing the teenager a good time. As Nick's balls smacked into Francis'
pubes, pain coursed through his body, though it was the kind of pain that
Nick enjoyed. His nuts were soft on Francis' washboard abs as the jock's
huge member drove itself inside of him. Feeling his balls tingle took Nick
to another level.

   Francis' primitive fucking got harder, and he was trying hard to get the
both of them off. He was latched on hard to Nick's arms and waist, while
Nick now clung to Francis' back, almost in a hug. Francis' head was placed
against the boy's pecs and shoulder, in-between his thighs as his legs bent
over to reach his chest. Nick grinned as he felt the muscular man plough
his ass like a machine and hold onto him for dear life. Being fucked by
Francis' body was intensely satisfying, especially when Nick's cock was
being massaged by the jock's rigid abs.

   "Ughh! Uggghh! Fuck!" Francis exclaimed, his lips moaning his pleasure
into Nick's ear, while his burly fingers dug into his meaty cheeks. There
were red handprints all over Nick's butt, and as Francis spanked him, more
brighter ones appeared.

   "Yeah! Spank me daddy!"

   "Fuck, Nick! I'm almost there."

   Nick nodded, his hands still digging into Francis' smooth, sweaty
back. "Don't stop. Keep going until you bust your nut. Don't hold back..."

   Francis did as he asked. His thrusting got more violent, and he slapped
Nick's ass even harder.

   "UHN!" Nick cried, feeling the stud's rough hands attack his fat
ass. "Fuck yeah!"

   Francis spanked him again, now grunting as he pulled Nick further onto
his cock and began to jam even more of himself into Nick's puckering, pink
hole. Sweat rolled off their bodies and they both slid against one another,
feeling their short, rapid breaths and the quickening beats of their
hearts.

   Then, as Francis spread his legs wide apart to allow his balls freedom,
he fell against the boy's body, his exhausted legs giving way. He climbed
onto the table, both of them now on it, and placed his second leg on the
other side of Nick, keeping the boy tight against his crotch. Somehow,
despite his position and fatigue, Francis managed to ram his cock into
Nick's ass even harder, causing his nut sack to whip into Nick's cheeks and
his big, muscular thighs to pound him even more.

   "Ohhh God, Francis, I'm gonna cum!" Nick yelled, feeling the jock's hard
legs underneath his butt.

   "Yeahh, you gonna cum for me, baby?" Francis stared right into Nick's
eyes, who returned his gaze with a look of utmost satisfaction and desire.

   "Yeeaahhh!" he replied, his voice cracking in pleasure. "Ooohhh shit!
I'm gonna... FUCK!"

   Nick's asshole clenched tight on Francis' huge dick, squeezing the life
out of it and causing him to moan in pain. He'd never had anyone's ass
wring the cum out of his member this tight before, and he felt weak inside
of Nick. "Oh fuck, Nick!"

   "Uuuhhhnnnn, fuck!" Nick felt Francis' huge, toned, muscular arms wrap
tighter around him, and Francis' own dick twitched uncontrollably beneath
him as Nick took all of it. Francis felt Nick's balls tighten and he knew
they were both about to blow. As Nick took in a huge breathe of air, he
felt a fiery surge of cum encompass his entire groin. His six inches
shuddered with euphoria and his spunk exploded from his tip. It shot out at
the both of them, covering their chests and abs, dripping across their
sliding bodies as Francis continued to fuck the life out of Nick, going
deeper and faster.

   "Oh my god..." Nick mumbled, barely able to speak as a few last bursts
of his seed dripped down his dick and fizzled out.

   Francis was fucking him hard and fast, his thrusts shorter but still
managing to reach the throbbing depths of Nick's plump little ass. His
breaths were laboured and raspy, as if Nick had sapped all of the energy
out of him. Inside of him, Nick felt Francis' cock give a violent series of
jerks, and his testicles began to quiver. "Jesus, I'm gonna cum, Nick!"

   Nick felt Francis withdraw his dick, sliding out from inside him holding
his cock over his body. He was jacking himself off, ready to explode his
content all over the both him with his hand.

   Nick acted quickly. He pulled Francis over him and told him he wanted to
taste the jock's baby-makers. Without a second thought, Francis climbed
over Nicks' chest as the boy's head reached up to take his member
whole. Nick wrapped his mouth around the jock's dick, using his tongue to
massage his scorching hot cock-head. His hand wrapped around the bottom of
the shaft, while his other caressed the man's wet, naked thigh. He then
began to force himself down on the swollen boner, waiting for it to erupt.

   "FUCK!" Francis yelled, putting both his hands on his pecs and rubbing
himself in exhaustion as Nick took him. The boy sucked him off for merely a
second before Francis' semen shot down inside his mouth. His cock jerked
and his balls crumpled. Three powerful jets of his hot jock-spunk attacked
the very 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, as two more shots escaped his slit and hit the
roof of his mouth. Above him, Francis was wiggling and 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 while he rubbed his head.

   When Nick's head came up from Francis' crotch, a line of cum dripped
from the corner of his mouth, and he smiled at Francis, swallowing
everything with ease. He licked his lips in pleasure.

   Francis wet, muscular body nearly fell off the table, and he instead got
down onto the floor. He lay there on his back, his body sprawled as his
muscles pulsed in exhausted, while he tried to catch his breath. Sweat
dripped down him, along with Nick's layer of cum. The teenager grinned,
getting off the table too and laying overtop of Francis body on the
floor. The jock held him close, kissing him hard and squeezing his body
against his. He didn't want to let go.

   "That... was the best sex of my life. And the best orgasm I've ever
had," Francis said, proud of sharing it with Nick.

   Nick smiled, looking at Francis' red face. "Me too."

   Francis slid his hand up and down Nick's wet back, feeling his bare body
rise and fall with each breath. Their cocks were both still half-hard, and
cum continued to leak from each.

   After about ten minutes of lying on each other, Francis finally
spoked. "Do you wanna ditch this place?"

   "Well... I don't think we can just sneak back in at this point. And
especially not like this," he said, gesturing to their wet, sticky
bodies. There wasn't exactly a spare towel lying around for them to use.

   "The river isn't too far from here. Wanna go swimming? I'll race you
there, naked."

   Nick laughed, surprised by his strange idea. "For real? It's nearly a
mile away!"

   "So? It'll only take like five minutes to get there. It's not that far."

   "What if... someone sees us?"

   "Dude, people go skinny dipping all the time around here. And no one
will mind in this heat. Besides, it's mostly trees or long empty fields
from here to the water. No one's around."

   "You really wanna streak?" Nick asked, looking up at him with a
mischievous smile.

   Francis raised his eyebrows. "Mass isn't over yet. And I can tell my
parents we went swimming afterwards if they ask questions. They won't say
shit since it's so hot up there."

   Nick hesitated, staring at Francis' pink, sweaty face. His bit his lip,
feeling the warmth of the stud's body underneath him and his sudden desire
to be more naughty and daring than the two of them had already been.

   Nick grinned at him. "Which way out?"

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