Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2016 19:59:03 -0000
From: Scott Goulding <scottgoulding123@gmail.com>
Subject: Jocks of the South: Nick Evans Part 2

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Nick Evans -- Part 2: Nailed at the Gym

By Scott Goulding

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     Nick hadn't gone back to the farm since Francis had fucked him. It had
been a week since the best Monday of his life, but Nick was far too scared
to go back. He wasn't sure if Francis would be happy or pissed to see
him. Was Francis fucking him so hard and rough supposed to be some sort of
punishment for spying on him? And if it wasn't, was fucking him a one-time
thing or did Francis want him to come regularly? He'd made no mention of it
after it happened last week, and Nick didn't dare ask him.

     But for now, Nick hadn't paid much attention to these problems. He had
a test on Wednesday that got in the way of him working out at the
gym. After writing it that morning, Nick decided to make up the lost gym
time the same night.

     Nick was a lean boy, with no fat on him, but not much muscle
either. His arms were getting a bit defined after two months of working
out, and his chest wasn't as flat as a ten-year old girl's anymore. He
would have been more well-built if he spent some actual time working
out--not pretending to like he usually did.

     When Nick Evans worked out on Tuesdays and Thursday, he'd put on his
tightest jockstrap, long baggy shorts, a regular t-shirt, bring his iPhone,
and his earphones. He'd put on some music, pick up a set of weights that
weren't too heavy, and do bicep workouts at the back of the gym, where he
could see everyone else working out in plain view.

     The gym was a rectangular room, which made it easy for him to see
others. It was about 80% guys with the rest girls. It was the perfect time
for Nick to enjoy his music, watch the hot, muscular men work out, spy on
dicks and asses in the change rooms, watch them touch themselves in the
showers, and then jack off when he was done.

     This Wednesday was especially different for Nick, since it wasn't his
usual work out night. The guys were different than who he'd been used too,
and the new array of muscle was a turn on for him. Just from what he'd seen
walking past the windows, Nick knew it would be a good night.

     Nick strolled to the change rooms, holding his gym bag and finding a
bench furthest away from any changing guy. The locker room was also
rectangular, so Nick found that changing his clothes away from everyone
gave him a better--and safer--vantage point.

     Nick sat there, lazily taking off his Nikes, which weren't suited for
running on the treadmill. He undid the laces slowly, looking up to see if
there were any hot guys around, and surely there were.

     He was listening to music while scouting out the other dudes hanging
around. There were two others in there with him, one was about 6'2", and
the other a couple inches shorter. The tallest was a blond jock with a big,
beefy body, hairless everywhere except his legs, and bright blue eyes with
a sharp face. He was just coming out of the showers, his fat, muscular
chest wet and his small hint of abs were flexing as he walked. He had huge
arms, the veins visible like Francis', and as he walked to his locker, he
turned around and sat on his bench, scrolling on his phone. He had a
muscled back, which flexed and rippled as he hunched over. Nick felt his
dick expand in his shorts.

     The other dude was fully dressed, having just come from outside. He
was wearing a windbreaker, a pair of jeans and big boots. He had a dark,
manly face with thick stubble and his dark brown hair pulled back in a
bun. His thick eyebrows, straight jaws and big grey eyes made Nick want to
suck his cock right there. But all Nick could do was pretend to undo his
shoes and watch quietly out of the corner of his eyes.

     The guy unzipped his jacket, showing off a maroon shirt that was tight
on his frame. He pulled it off, revealing his thin, lean figure. He had a
good chest with dark, taught nipples, and a eight-pack of ribbed, rigid
abs. His had a small v down his waist that had a light fuzz of pubes. He
was hot, and his deep tan made him stand out from the others guys Nick was
used to seeing.

     Nick watched him push the shirt and jacket in his bag. He pulled on a
grey shirt made of some athletic, sweat-proof material that was tight
enough that it clung to his chest and abs like a second skin. He then
proceeded with his shoes and shorts. He kicked off his runners, and then
pulled off his shorts, showing Nick his loose-fitting boxers, like the ones
Francis sometimes wore. He turned around, where Nick could see an ass
pressing against the cloth, as if asking him to free his cheeks. Then, he
stud pulled them down.

     His brown ass was lighter than the rest of his chestnut skin, and it
made Nick horny to see it was covered in small brown hairs. The cheeks were
round and perky, just like Nick's. The stud turned around, looking through
his gym bag for something, letting his dick and balls swing freely. Nick
almost let out a horny gasp.

     The dude's dick was soft and thick, uncut, and about five inches
long. It bounced atop the two low-hanging balls, which swung back and forth
like a ring of loose keys. The beautiful sight of soft, nude dick lasted
for only a moment. The young man took some underwear out of his bag, turned
back around and quickly put them on, bending over, and exposing his dark,
hairy asshole to Nick.

     He now wore a pair of long, spandex boxer-briefs that made his ass
look like two huge beach balls. He was still turned around and Nick
couldn't get another look at his bulge. But the ass and thick hairy thighs
were certainly not a let down. He bent over to pack his shoes, and as he
did so, Nick got a glimpse of his balls pressing against the shorts. Then
he pulled on a different pair of loose shorts, sat down and began tying his
shoes.

     Nick had undone both of his own shoes by now. He had taken out his
runners and pretended to put them on while he watched the blond guy get up
and drop his towel. His huge, thick ass wiggled as the towel left his
cheeks, and he began to wipe himself down, rubbing his chest, his abs, his
dick and his balls. He bent over to wipe his legs, showing off his bright,
hairless asshole to the whole world.

     Nick could feel his own dick pressing up against his jockstrap and
making an imprint on his shorts. His boner wanted to be free, free to jack
off and spurt cum all over. His music was pumping hard in his ears, and he
felt like humping something--anything--to get his rocks off.

     The blond didn't turn around. He grabbed a pair of boxer briefs from
his locker, slipped them on and struggled to get them up over his damp
ass. It was a good show, but unfortunately, the only sight of his dick that
Nick got was a slight bulge in the front as he turned to sit down after
pulling on his shorts and putting on some socks. He smiled at something on
his phone, scratched his balls, and then put on a shirt. In a matter of
seconds, he was all packed, and Nick was the only one left in the locker
room.

     Nick contemplated jacking off right then and there, but he knew that
anyone could walk in--and there were even more hot guys in the actual
gym. An older man entered the locker room and Nick felt his dick flatten
again.

     After everyone was gone, Nick changed in a matter of seconds. He put
on his work out clothes, grabbed a bottle of water and set off for the
gym. He sat on the mats and stretched for a long while, stealing glimpses
at the other hotties stretching their legs and arms around him, flexing
their muscles and doing poses that got Nick horny. He imagined what these
men would be like in bed.

     In order not to seem suspicious, Nick went over to the treadmills and
upped the volume of his music. He set the pace to slow, warming up
first. From here, he had a good view of the weights and the dudes using
them. There was a sea of hot jocks, and he spotted the sexy, lean brunette
from the change rooms lying under the bench press. From here, Nick could
see the bulge of his package stick through the thin fabric of his
shorts. He looked like he was grunting, clenching his teeth, as he lifted
the heavy weights. The muscles in his arms flexed and turned hard, making
Nick stare for a long while. After four sets, the brunette moved on to do
cable crossovers.

     He pulled the long, elastic ropes, attached to weights, toward his
chest with his arms straight out. His big, burly chest scrunched up before
him, turning even bigger and making the dude look hotter by the
second. Hair fell out of his man-bun and onto his face, giving him an even
sexier look. His nipples were hard now as he clenched his teeth and while
he did his reps, he seemed to be staring at some girl's ass. She was going
squats nearby, and the brunette clearly had his eyes turned her way.

     The man's dick was beginning to get bigger, and as he finished his
reps, the woman adjusted her sports bra and leggings. This made the
brunette adjust the monster in his pants, forcing himself to look away as
she walked toward the water fountain.

     Nick couldn't help but smile. His eyes followed the jock, who did two
more sets of the crossovers and moved on to do chest flys on a bench. As he
went over, Nick's music changed, and he nearly tripped on treadmill at what
he'd just seen.

     In the corner of the gym, surrounded by huge weights and bars and
doing deadlifts, was none other than Francis McCarthy. Nick's heart began
beating fast. The stud was dressed in a tight-fitting, sleeveless nylon
shirt that exposed his broad, muscled shoulders and thick, bulging
chest. Like the brunette dude, the shirt clung to Francis' abs, and even
showed off a bit of his hairy, brown waist. His shorts were knee-length and
he had the usual bulge in his pants that most guys did while wearing
workout clothes. Nick could tell that pure testosterone was coursing
through his body, and the concentration on his face gave Nick a boner.

     Francis' pale, freckled face was gleaming in sweat, and his usually
short, spiky brown hair was slicked back. His big, veiny arms jiggled with
muscle as he did his deadlifts, and he breathed out savage, primitive huffs
and grunts. He was standing with his legs shoulder-width apart, lifting the
humongous set of weights and pushing his arms, shoulders, and chest to the
max.

     Nick knew that deadlifts were used to strengthen hamstrings, and he
could only imagine what was going on beneath Francis' sleek shorts. He'd
already seen his groin area, and had only caught glimpses of his thick
muscular legs while he was being fucked. But his memories of Francis
skinny-dipping in the river came haunting back, telling him that he was
missing out on the movement of his muscles underneath what he was wearing.

     Nick had no idea what to do. Half of him wanted to run--to get out of
the gym before Francis saw him. What if Francis thought Nick had come here
to spy on him? Nick knew that Francis would think he was stalking him:
first around his house, and now at the gym. What would he do to him?

     The other half of Nick wanted to stay and watch Francis, as well as
the other guys, and hope to follow him into the locker room so that he
could watch him strip naked and possibly take a shower. He had missed out
on seeing him naked this week already...

     Francis was done with his deadlifts and was taking a huge swig of
water from his bottle. Then, in a display that made Nick's cock throb,
Francis lifted his shirt to wipe down his face. He revealed his rock-hard
six-pack, covered in a fuzz of brown that amassed into a huge jungle at the
waist. His intercostal muscles rippled and moved as he did, and in another
second, the sight was gone, covered by a sweat-stained nylon shirt once
more. He took another gulp of water and made his way to the leg press. It
was much closer to the treadmills than the deadlift was, and Nick felt like
he was having a heart attack as the stud came his way.

     Nick made it so that he was looking down at some stain on his own
shirt, avoiding any contact with Francis. At the same time, the
brown-haired jock wiped sweat from his face, not paying any attention to
the people on the treadmills at all. In fact, as he walked, he gave a cocky
nod to a blonde who was staring at him. She frowned as he nodded to her,
and moved away from him. Francis' ego seemed deflated for a moment, and
then he went over to the leg press, trying not to show any weakness. Nick
smiled wryly. When Francis had told him that the girls in their town were
pissed with him, he sure wasn't kidding. As another group of girls walked
past, Francis shot a smile their way.

     "Sup ladies?" he said. But the girls frowned at him and began
muttering angry things amongst themselves. Feeling defeated, Francis sighed
angrily and took out his rage on the leg press.

     That just about made Nick's decision. He could already imagine Francis
kicking him right in the head after having spotted him at the gym--he
didn't want end up like the leg machine. Nick took his things, turned down
his music and headed for the change rooms. He had to get out before Francis
saw him.

     In the locker room, Nick felt his head swim with relief and regret. He
was glad to be a safe distance for Francis' possible anger, but truthfully,
it turned him on a lot and he couldn't help wanting to possibly watch the
jock strip down naked and then lather himself up with soap in the showers.

     But Nick put his thoughts aside. He knew the possibility of him being
able to watch Francis without being discovered was zero. Instead, he
decided to head to the furthest corner away from the entrance. It was here
that he moved his gym bag and began to slowly undo his shoes, watching a
few more hot guys stroll out of the shower and rub their dicks down with a
towel.

     By the time Nick had gotten both his shoes off (this took his a great
deal of time), he could see a stain of pre-cum soaking through his tight
jockstrap and even his shorts. He easily covered it up, but his hard cock
gave a jump as he saw Francis come through the entrance. He immediately
took off his shirt, which was scrunched up near the waist, and walked
straight toward Nick. He hadn't seemed to notice him, and even got to his
locker before he turned to change.

     He looked up, his nipples hard and his chest dripping sweat, to see
Nick staring at him.

     "Hey! Nick!" Francis smiled, walking over in a cocky attitude and
making contact with the teenager's shoulder. "What are you doing here,
dude?"

     Nick felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders--Francis was happy to
see him. It came as a complete shock.

     "Oh... hey Francis!" he tried to sound enthusiastic. "I just finished
a workout," he lied. "What about you?"

     "Yeah man, leg day. And I didn't know that you worked out here. Shit,
man, I haven't seen you around in a while." Francis said the last bit in a
low voice, his teeth clenched. Nick realized, as he sat there, that
Francis' bulge was alarmingly close to his face.

     "Yeah... I come here twice a week. Um, been a bit busy with tests
lately. Teachers are giving us a bunch to do before Spring Break."

     "That that sucks man. Glad I'm done with that shit. I would never go
back to high school, to be honest."

     Nick managed a smile. They were talking normally with each other--as
if they were friends.

     "Twice a week though? Dude you gotta come around more often if you
wanna bulk up."


     This surprised Nick too. Did Francis really want to see Nick more
often? "Uh, yeah..." he laughed nervously.

     "How much you bench?"

     All this straight-boy talk was getting to his head. "Um... 75
pounds..." he finished lamely.

     Francis also looked like he's just heard something really lame. "Oh,
cool. That's... not bad..." he lied back.

     Nick was sure 75 was nothing compared to what Francis could bench with
his enormous chest. His pecs looked like flat, muscular bricks. Nick
accidentally flashed them a look, but brought his face back down,
embarrassed. He was sure that Francis had seen him.

     "I, uh, was gonna hit the showers," Francis told him, like he was
expecting him to say something back. Francis already had his shoes off and
was taking off his shorts right in front of him. Underneath, he was wearing
skin-tight, Underarmour boxer briefs made of spandex. It clung to his
hairy, chunky thighs, covering them completely. The muscles of his legs
could be seen pushing against the fabric. Nick could also make out the
unmistakable bulge of his big flaccid dick and his huge balls, pressing
against his underwear, longing to be out in the open. Was Francis inviting
him to shower?

     "Uh, yeah. Me too." Nick heard himself say, not sure where it came
from.

     "Cool. See ya inside." He wobbled over to his bag, took off his
spandex, and turned around to face his locker, looking for shampoo. Nick
caught a glimpse of his seven-inch dick, but had a nice, longer view of his
ass. Nick had a raging boner in his pants and couldn't believe what he'd
just agreed too. He'd be too embarrassed to show Francis that he had a
boner, and he was sure that the other guys in the gym would be freaked out
by him. But Nick had been in the showers before and knew their layout--he
suddenly had an idea that would save his gay ass.

     Nick stripped down so fast that his boner began to subside. On top of
that, Nick did some math in his head, forcing the blood from his dick to
come back up to his brain. It did the trick to make it seem that Nick just
had a very big dick, not a huge gay, hard-on for Francis. He wrapped a
towel around his waist and walked to the shower, immediately followed by a
completely naked Francis. Nick had just made it before him.

     The locker room showers were in a separate room that was made of two
components--a hot, steaming communal shower that took up most of the room,
and a three private showering stalls on the left, covered with
curtains. They'd usually be full when Nick came around, which was why he
jerked off in the toilet stalls before he took a shower there. But now,
however, he saw one stall with its curtain wide open--a shower that was
free.

     As Francis walked toward the communal shower, Nick made hard left
turn. Before Francis even had a chance to say anything, Nick had closed the
curtain behind him and took a deep breath. His boner was stirring again,
and he couldn't believe it worked. He was safe from total humiliation.

     Nick threw his towel onto the edge of the stall, and looked down at
his dick. It wasn't hard enough for him to jerk, but he knew he had to do
it. Nick peered through the cracks of the stall, looking out at the
communal shower and staring at the few naked guys who were rubbing
themselves beneath it. And then, he saw Francis. His seven-incher was
hanging flaccid, before his two sweaty balls. Francis was already putting
soap through his hair, and seemed to be looking right toward Nick. He could
see Francis' groin, abs and chest in plain view, and realized that his cock
was growing. It was eight inches now, hard and fat, sticking in the air
just a bit.

     There was another guy in the shower who had a boner, and he was
rubbing it without a care in the world. It seemed to Nick that no one cared
what other guys were doing--whether it was cleaning their junk or jacking
themselves off.

     Nick couldn't believe it. Was Francis trying to show off to him?
Nick's dick hadn't grown much--mostly out of fear--but his balls were
swollen with fluid. Pushing away the curtains and growing a pair, Nick went
to the shower head next to Francis, and began to lather himself up with
soap.

     Francis stared at him for a second, not sure what Nick was doing.

     "Er, no hot water in there," Nick lied.

     Nick tried not to watch Francis rubbing his chest, abs and balls, or
massage his fat boner. His sleek, wet skin was so sexy, but Nick was still
instilled with fear, and he practiced more math in his head. He still had
half an erection, and it seemed as though Francis was looking right down at
Nick's ass--he could feel him staring.

     "You horny?" Francis suddenly asked, taking a quick look at Nick's
cock to let him know he'd noticed it. He hadn't spoken loud enough for
anyone to hear, but even if he had, the noise of the shower would have
drowned out his voice.

     Nick jumped. "Huh? Oh, uh, I... yeah. Haven't wanked in a while..."

     Francis didn't say anything after that. He turned around to later his
fat, bubbly ass, as if he was trying show Nick what he was missing out on.

     It was two minutes later when they both of them had finished.  When
they came out, Nick realized there were only two other guys in the locker
room, and they were both at the far end.

     "You didn't come this Monday," Francis suddenly said to him. He'd
wrapped his waist in small white towel that looked like it was meant for
smaller people. His massive, solid thighs stuck out like tree trunks,
showing off his manliness to the world.

     "I was... um, studying for tests. I got into colleges already but I
have to keep my grades up." For once, Nick wasn't lying.

     "Oh I see. You seem kinda stressed though. Working out can help with
that you know."

     Nick nodded, pulling his jockstrap on while the towel still hung
around him. "Yeah, it does."

     "It releases tension... gets the body flowing."

     Nick froze. There was something about Francis's voice that made him
turn to face him. 'Is he fucking hitting on me?' Nick thought.

     Francis was dead-ass staring at him. Then, with a swift nod of his
head, Francis spoke in a hushed whisper. "Bathroom stall."

     Nick couldn't believe it. "W-what?"

     Francis raised his eyebrow. "Do I have to say it again?"

     Nick's heart pumped. Was Francis fucking McCarthy gonna fuck him
again? He finished pulling on his strap, threw away his towel and walked
over to the unused bathroom stalls across from the showers. They were just
four toilet stalls here--the urinals were only in the bathroom connected to
the gym itself.

     To his dismay, the large handicap stall was already in use. Nick went
to the furthest one instead, wondering if it was even possible to fuck in
there. There didn't seem like enough space for a man of Francis' size to
fit.

     As Francis came strolling toward him, bare-footed and wearing a pair
of loose cotton boxers, the guy from the handicap stall went to wash his
hands. Francis washed his hands too, waiting for him to leave. Then, as the
stranger left, Francis flipped the deadbolt lock of the washroom door. Nick
heard him coming toward his stall.

     "It's clear," Francis said to him, opening the stall that Nick was
hiding in.

     "A-are you gonna fuck me?" Nick stuttered, determined to have the
green-eyed hunk's dick up his ass.

     Francis smiled charmingly, his damp brown pubes catching the
light. "If you'd let me."

     Hesitating for a second, Nick nodded, wanting more than anything to
feel the man's hot member embedded deep in his ass, his balls slamming into
his own. "Yes."

     "Fuck yea," Francis moaned, "But first... you're gonna suck my cock."

     Nick almost didn't believe it. He was frozen and stiff--his dick the
same, yet he was determined to show Francis a good time, and having a thick
dick in his mouth was something he'd longed to do again.

     "O-okay, I'll suck you off--"

     "I don't wanna cum, I wanna fuck you after."

     Nick nodded. "Alright."

     Francis pushed him back into the stall. He clicked it shut behind him
and pushed Nick to his knees with his big powerful hands.

     Francis' dick was already half hard, pressing against the cotton. Nick
pushed the boxers down, exposing a big bouncing cock, hanging out of his
thick brown pubes and swinging side to side--it was too heavy to stick
upwards, and it was completely engorged. Francis' hand pushed the back of
Nick's head, forcing his lips to brush the half-exposed tip. Nick happily
obliged, putting his lips overtop and pressing his tongue against the head,
pushing down the skin delicately with his hands.

     "Holy shittt, man," Francis muttered under his breath, moving his hips
and pressing his hairy groin in Nick's face. "Fuck yeah, that's good."

     Nick put his hands down on the wild brown pubes, and began to move his
entire mouth over the thick swollen cock. It was beginning to reach full
height, and it thickened with every twitch--Nick could feel the blood
pumping into the fat dick, and he could feel Francis' heart beat through
it.

     "Uggghhhhhh, yeah, use your tongue, faggot."

     Nick felt slobber run down his mouth, but he didn't care. Now that the
jock's dick was fully hard in his mouth, he knew he had a job to do. He
moved his head as far as he could, trying to fit everything inside, but it
was impossible. He made a kind of choking noise that made Francis' cock
twitch with ego. And Nick finally retracted, licking the throbbing veins
and moving back to the tip. He went as far down as he could, slowly, once
more, then began to move to and fro vigorously.

     "Fuck! Suck my cock, Nick... just like that, yeah. Fuck yea, take that
dick..." Francis's deep, breathless commands kept coming, grabbing Nick's
dark, culry hair and mouth-fucking his head. Nick felt like his bitch--his
sex slave, and at that moment, he'd do anything to make Francis cum.

     Nick could already taste the salty pre-cum ooze off the dick, dripping
thick drops of it in his mouth. He savoured the taste, using his tongue to
push it back around the throbbing cock and swallowing anything he gave
him. Nick's own dick was pulsating, turned on by the hung jock taking him
down and fucking his face. Nick's boner was pressed against his jockstrap,
soaking it with pre-cum and longing to get out. His loose balls were
aching, just like Francis' sack.

     "Oh shit, Nick, you're so good. Fuck! Chicks don't suck cock half as
good as you do..." Then Francis slid his dick out of Nick's mouth and
slapped the hard, wet wood on Nick's face, covering him slightly with more
sticky pre-cum. "You take dick so good, you want this fat cock, faggot?"

     "Yeah, give it to me."

     "Say you want this cock, Nick," Francis moaned, slapping his lips with
his hard dick again.

     "I want your big, fat cock Francis, I want it in my mouth," Nick
smiled, looking up at his rigid abs and thick chest.

     "Yeah you do, you're a good little cocksucker."

     Nick's lips spread across the thick dick again, massaging the tip and
then along the sensitive underside. He loved the taste of Francis' cock. It
was hot in his mouth, and it was forcing its way inside him, as confident
and jerky as the hunk himself.

     "Oh yeah, you're a dirty fucking slut. Take that dick."

     Then, as Francis' member began to throb more violently, the jock
gently pushed Nick away, taking the cock out of his mouth. Long strands of
spit and pre-cum came out, covering Nick's face.

     "Fuck, I almost came right then."

     "Was I good?"

     "Good? You were fucking amazing... Now get up."

     Francis picked Nick up with ease and eagerly grabbed his ass,
squeezing the soft flesh tightly. Nick's dick twitched as his package
brushed with Francis'. He pulled his dick out of his jockstrap, stroking
his erect penis and wincing as Francis grabbed his neck and pulled him in
close. As Francis stuck his tongue down Nick's throat, tasting his own dick
and pre-cum, their dicks fought and rubbed each other like swords. Francis
McCarthy was kissing him. 'Who was gay now?' Nick thought.

     Francis grabbed Nick's head, slobbering his big fat lips all over his
mouth. They made out hard, barely able to breath yet breathing hot,
stinking breaths on each other at the same time.

     Nick's hands were on Francis' abs and chest, feeling the rough,
hardened muscles and playing in his soft brown pubes. His lingered his
touch over the soft nipples, and then Francis rubbed both their dicks
together, thrusting midair.

     "Wow, that's hot," Francis said, surprised that two dicks rubbing up
on each other could feel so good.

     A long, exasperated sigh left Nick. With a hand on his ass, both their
dicks getting rubbed together and his own hands all over Francis' front,
Nick was in bliss, and he felt like he'd cum right then and there.

     Then, without warning, Francis turned Nick over, pressing him against
the wall. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass," his voice commanded. He squeezed
Nick's butt and grabbed the back of his jockstrap, making it tight against
his crotch and then releasing the elastic to let is snap back against his
ass, hard.

     Nick landed hard on the wall, stunning him. His dick was pressed
against the cool side of the stall, his balls stuck uncomfortably between
his legs and penis.

     "I'm not gonna be easy on you..." Francis muttered in his ears,
pressing his hot body against Nick's, putting his fully erect, 8-inch cock
against his ass.

     "Fuck me hard," Nick moaned, desperate to feel Francis' big dick fuck
his hole.

     "Yeah? You want my cock?"

     "Yeah... I want you inside me," Nick relaxed as the man's thick,
swollen arms surrounded him, and his torso pressed up against his
ass. Francis' hairy thighs brushed Nick's own bare legs and soon, he felt
the hot head of a penis touch his puckering asshole.

     "I'm gonna fuck you dry, faggot..." he said.

     Nick nodded, feeling his boner expand against the hard rock
wall. "Fuck me."

     Francis pushed in deeper, and a moan escaped both of them--Francis'
was deep and low, while Nick's was high and surprised. Francis' big, red
cock was thick, and Nick's pink hole was tight, making them both shudder in
ecstasy.

     "You're so tight," Francis mumbled, his words shaking as his erect
dick penetrated Nick's hole. He was forced to spit on his cock, realizing
that there was no way he was going to get all that dick inside without any
help. "Take this dick, slut."

     "You're so big..."

     "Ffffucck!" Francis exclaimed, pushing his cock deeper.

     "Uhhhnnnn..." Nick felt as if his ass was about to tear into two, but
he clenched his fists and braved himself--he was being fucked like a filthy
animal by no other than Francis McCarthy.

     Francis's dick finally settled all the way in, sticking up inside
Nick's ass like a blazing hot rod--warm and hard. Nick was pinned against
the wall, almost lifted off his feet from Francis' raging cock and the
strength of the man's torso. He then fell back to the floor as Francis
half-pulled out, wanting to start the fucking.

     "Shit, dude," Francis said, feeling the tight warm skin on his
dick. Loose pussy was nothing compared to tight ass, Francis thought,
though he wished there were titties for him to grab onto. He latched onto
Nick's arched waist instead. Nick sighed as the throbbing dick left the
innermost space of his hole, and retreated to the outside. The relief was
short lived, however, as Francis' dick came again like a pendulum, pounding
hard up into his asshole and pressing his groin against Nick's perky
ass. His whole body flattened against the wall as Francis pushed deeper,
wanting to feel every inch of Nick's hole.

     Nick was past the point of pleasure--or rather, Francis' dick was. The
shaft rubbed against Nick's prostate, while the head poked into something
far above, giving Nick the feeling as if he was being loaded like a
truck. "Ooohhhh... uuuhhhnnnnn!" Nick's voice came, his moans becoming
louder and harder.

     "Fuck!" Francis exclaimed, slapping Nick's ass and pushing deeper. He
half-pulled out again, then piled back onto Nick, a process that became
quicker and more repetitive. "Take my cock, faggot! Take it like a man!"

     Nick almost screamed as the friction of Francis' hot dick rubbed on
the inside of his anus. Soon, there was a fast jerking motion that slammed
Nick harder into the wall as Francis picked up speed. Nick yelled in pain,
while Francis groaned in pleasure. He spanked the tight ass again and
pulled on Nick's head, grabbing a headful of hair.

     Nick was in heaven. He could feel the giant cock up his ass while
Francis' thick pubes pressed against his cheeks and his big balls smacked
into Nick's nut sack. The pre-cum of Francis' dick leaked inside of his
ass, and allowed the cock to moved faster and harder. Nick arched his ass
further, wanting to give his swollen balls breathing room, but Francis
pushed Nick hard against the wall, fucking the little boy like a wild
animal, desperate to mate with its bitch.

     "I love your little pussy so much," Francis said, leaning close and
breathing into Nick's ear. He pulled on Nick's jockstrap so hard--too
hard--that it snapped broken. "Shit, I broke it."

     Nick didn't care. "Harder, daddy," he heard himself saying, not sure
if it was possible for Francis to get anymore rough.

     "Harder? Alright, faggot. You like daddy's cock, don't you?"

     "Yeaahhh..." Nick groaned, feeling the thick meat rip in and out of
his ass while Francis gripped hard with his big fingers. "I love your big
fucking cock, daddy." Then, the fucking got harder.

     Nick moaned so loud that he was sure the entire locker room had
heard--but it didn't matter; most of the corners were occupied by guys
trying to jack themselves off anyway.

     Francis's grip hardened on Nick's ass, shoving himself so far up so
hard that Nick felt himself tremble. "Oh... fuck... I'm gonna cum!"

     "Shit, yeah I can feel it," Francis muttered, as Nick's ass clenched
hard around his hot cock.

     And then, a low squeal escaped Nick's mouth and his own dick shook
against the wall, throbbing uncontrollably as huge wads of cum slapped onto
the concrete and splurged out like steaming lava.

     "Huuuuhhhh, yeah, keeping fucking me..." Nick muttered, feeling
Francis' hot, quick breaths against his neck. The hung jock was breathing
so fast, humping him like a teenage boy and fucking him like a horny mutt.

     "Oooohh fuckkk, I'm cumming!" Francis said, not sure where Nick wanted
it to go.

     "Cum inside of me!" Nick yelled back, feeling Francis' balls contract.

     It happened anyway. "UUUHHHHHHH!" Francis pushed himself up on Nick,
squishing his whole body onto the wall. Huge, powerful pumps of hot cum
filled Nick's ass, bubbling and oozing. But nothing dripped out of his
hole, for Francis' dick was too big on Nick's ass to let anything
down. Francis kept thrusting, his thick hairy legs pressed against Nick and
his hard nipples digging into his back. He kept Nick's ass on his groin,
and he kept clinging on, fucking slowly and deeply.

     When he finally let go, Francis pulled his dick out with a pop. Nick
grabbed some cum as it dripped out, and, smelling it, he licked it eagerly,
tasting the jock's warm spunk and swallowing what they had made together.

     Francis grinned at him. "Taste good?"

     Nick nodded. "Really good."

     Francis laughed a bit, and then him kissed again, the cum on Nick's
lips mixing with his spit and their hot breaths slobbering against each
other. Their dicks both softened, still swinging and brushing against each
other.

     "That was an amazing fuck."

     Nick smiled. "So I was good?"

     Francis looked down at his dick--it still hadn't gone all the way
soft. "Fuck man, no joke--you seriously take it like a soldier. Half the
girls I've fucked don't let me do it like that..." Francis' face turned
pink. So did Nick's.

     "So... is this a regular thing? Do you want me to come around again?"
Nick suddenly asked, with Francis' big, thick arms still wrapped around his
ass.

     Francis finally let go of his waist. He had a horny smile on his
face. "Well... I dunno. This was kinda a thing I was hoping to do until I
can get some pussy again. If you want... I can text you if I'm horny--or if
you're horny, y-you can text me."

     Nick's dick twitched at this--Francis was offering him free fuck
sessions. Granted, it was a limited time offer, but there was no way Nick
was gonna say no.

     "Well? What do you say?" Francis asked nervously, adjusting his dick
and letting the both of them out of the stall.

     Nick smiled the tiniest bit, playing with his broken
jockstrap. "What's your number?"

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