Date: Sat, 20 Feb 2016 15:58:41 -0800
From: Scott Goulding <scottgoulding123@gmail.com>
Subject: Jocks of the South: Nick Evans Part 1

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Nick Evans -- Part 1: Nick and the Farm Hand
By Scott Goulding
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     Nick Evans loved Mondays. It was the one day he could skip class--the
excuse of volunteer work had gotten him off school more times than he could
count. And seeing as Monday was the beginning of the working week, Nick
knew that Francis McCarthy would be out on his farm, working hard, without
a shirt on.

     The McCarthy Farm consisted of a barn, a house, a stable for
livestock, and large fields filled with various crops. A river ran behind
the farm, which was built on the bottom of a forested hill. It was perfect
for Nick to drive his old car to the hill on Mondays, bring some tissues,
lube, and a dildo, and then spy on the McCarthy boys as they worked.

     By the time Nick was in his Senior year, all the remaining McCarthy
boys had left home, except the youngest--Francis--who looked like he'd
wanted to stick around to inherit the farm when his parents passed
away. Francis was twenty, two and a half years older than Nick, but he was
much larger in comparison.

     He was 6'2'', compared to Nick's 5'9", and was built powerfully with
lean muscle. He had a small waist and large shoulders, muscled arms, a
strong, beefy chest and chiseled abs. His face was pale and freckled,
sporting bright green eyes and a straight nose. He used to have a big bush
of curly brown hair on his head, but now it was cut short and straight,
usually sticking up in a spiky fashion.

     Nick didn't have many friends, which might have contributed to the
reason why his parents had bought him a car--it gave him more freedom and
would encourage him to hang out with friends once he went away for
college. But Nick hadn't bothered to try that tactic in high school. He was
shy and not at all outspoken--it seemed too scary to talk to people. No
friends meant having a lot of free time outside of school.

     But Francis McCarthy had a lot of friends--and Nick knew it.

     Even when he didn't have a car, Nick would bus to the edge of town and
walk up the dirt road to the top of the McCarthy's hill. The farm boys
would take off their shirts in the sweltering heat, exposing their
glittering, suntanned bodies. Their herculean figures were sweat-soaked and
buff, giving them an alluring sheen as they worked. They'd plough fields,
trim the grass, fix up broken fences, feed the horses and drive around with
the tractor doing other various farm work.

     The two McCarthy boys seemed a bit competitive, which would explain
why they were both so well-built and muscled up. It was also rather hot to
see them teasing each other while only half-dressed, smacking each other on
their fat, round asses and sometimes stripping down to their underwear to
go swimming in the river. But sometimes, when no one was around, Francis
would strip to way less than his underwear.

     Nick had noticed that whenever Francis' parents were out in the town,
Francis would invite a few girls and boys over and they'd go skinny-dipping
in the river at night. Of course, this was a perfect way for Nick to rub
one out, especially when Francis would bring a girl up to his room, turn
out the lights, and make the chick moan her brains out. Their fucking
noises made him extra horny. Also, it didn't hurt to see Francis' older
brother sometimes take a dip, or attempt to seduce one of the girls by
showing off his fat, big dick. It usually worked.

     But something was different this Monday.

     Nick knew that Mondays were when Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy had their date
nights in town (which was why Nick took Mondays off from school), and it
would sometimes result in Francis calling over friends or jacking off alone
in his room. Despite the fact that the hill was a way's up from the house,
if Nick squinted enough, he could sometimes see through one of the windows
into Francis' room, able to see him walking around buck naked. But he'd
never seen him with a boner, or jacking himself off.

     But today, as the sun began to get close to the horizon, Nick couldn't
see or hear anything. He parked his car on the other side of the hill,
where the dirt road was hidden from view. He had walked up the hill with a
few tissues stuffed in his back pocket and binoculars in his hands--the one
his uncle had bought him for bird watching when he was eleven. He'd only
been using it recently to try and get a better look at Francis through his
window. The past few weeks seemed to have consisted with him staying
indoors and masturbating instead.

     Nick laid down on his stomach in his usual spot between two large
bushes and a big oak tree. He was skinny enough to fit and not get his
clothes stuck on the thorns or branches. Nick used the binoculars to scope
out each window of the house, and about five minutes later, he'd seen no
sign of Francis. His truck was still parked at the front of the house,
which meant Francis had to be near. Other than a strange thumping sound, he
couldn't hear or see the twenty-year old.

     Nick got rid of the binoculars and began to look across the fields of
the farm. Sure enough, there was Francis ploughing something on the floor
with an axe, making the thumping noise. Nick wasn't sure why Francis was
working so late in the day--he'd already spent enough time in the barn that
same morning and Nick had only stopped watching him earlier to get some
lunch from town--when he thought Francis had quit for the day. But having
returned after a quick dinner, Nick wasn't sure why Francis was still on
the field.

     His arms were stretching and contracting, showing off his powerful
biceps bulging out of the short sleeves of his darkened, sweat-stained
white shirt. He had on a dark pair of boot-cut jeans fastened with a big
belt. He was wearing those sexy cowboy shoes he usually did, and had his
hat propped up nearby against the fence. His dog-tag flashed the sun's
light against his chest. The fabric of the shirt was taught around his
chest, his nipples poking at it. It was clearly two sizes too small.

     His muscles rippled with each movement and as Nick's ears adjusted to
the noise, he could hear Francis' deep, hardened grunts and groans with
each swing of the axe. Nick realized later that he seemed to be cutting up
firewood. But why would he be doing that when it was so hot out--when it
was almost spring?

     Nick felt his dick stir beneath him. Watching the ripped hunk attack
the wood had gotten him hard already, but hearing his moans of effort made
his cock throb with anticipation. But Nick wasn't going to jerk it
yet--Monday nights were usually when Francis would fuck some chick or go
swimming naked and Nick was holding out hope that this week would be
different from the last few.

     By now, Nick knew that Francis' friends weren't coming. It was getting
too late for them to do much, and Francis was on the field working which
cut out the possibility. But suddenly, the brunette dropped his axe and
stretched out his arms. Nick watched the hunk's shirt lift a little,
exposing the thick trail of brown hair going down his abs and into his
pants, which were sitting right below the well-defined v on his waist.

     Then, in one quick motion, Francis pulled off his shirt and used it to
wipe the sweat off himself. He showed off his big, beefy torso to nobody,
flexing his abs and scratching his nipples. Nick watched him wipe his hard,
pink nipples, the brown fuzz on his pecs, and then move to his tight abs,
down the happy trail and a bit into his jeans. His thighs were thick and
heavy-set, pushing hard against his pants and causing his belt to reveal a
little more of his pubes with each step he took. Francis walked
wide-legged, as if he had blue-balls or something. His ass bounced as he
went and his brown hair was matted with salty sweat.

     Nick could just imagine Francis' big sweaty dick tucked nicely in his
pants, and the low-hanging, sweat-covered balls swinging beneath. Nick
desperately wanted to smell his stinky, manly musk and take the jock's cock
into his mouth, but Nick pushed these thoughts from his mind, watching
Francis walk seductively toward the house.

     Nick's heart raced. He watched Francis bend down to get his hat,
sticking his perky ass into the air. Nick saw the crack of his ass and
realized that he wasn't even wearing any underwear--just going about
business commando, his balls swinging free. Nick put a hand to his cock,
sticking it in his pants and rubbing the hot head of his own dick. He
pulled back some of the foreskin and used his fingers to massage the
head. He moaned and sighed for a few, and then turned back to see Francis.

     The hunk was inside his truck, a black 2004 F-150, trying to start it
up, but all Nick could hear was the failed rumbling of the engine. He wore
an angry expression on his face and got out of the car, still shirtless and
sweaty. He propped the hood open and then went back to the trunk to find
some jumpstart cables. The vehicle's battery must have been out.

     Nick watched the stud bend over, exposing his ass cheeks to the hot
weather as he searched through the trunk. When he found nothing, he swore
and kicked the bumper of his car.

     Nick had an idea. Despite always being scared of the possibility that
one of the McCarthy boys might come up the hill one day and accidentally
discover him, he was desperate to get Francis to notice him--and helping
him jumpstart his car seemed like the best way to do it. He scanned the
property quickly, making sure that no one else would see Nick go down the
hill, and then headed to his car.

 Nick ran down the hill, back to his '98 Civic. He hid the lube back in the
glove compartment, took the tissues out and stuffed them in with the
binoculars too.

     Then, Nick drove a bit past Francis' house. He parked hastily in front
of Francis' truck, making it look like he'd just been driving by--not
parked behind the hill for the entire day. He got out of the car and walked
slowly towards Francis, having rehearsed what he was going to say to him.

     'I was driving by when I saw you having problems with your truck... I
was driving back into town... do you need me to help you out?' he said to
himself, practising.

     "Hi," Nick said suddenly, his heart beating wildly. Francis looked
even hotter up close. He had faint brown stubble across his high cheeks and
sharp chin. His eyes flashed brightly in the sun and his long eyelashes
were sexy. He gave Nick a cocky smile, showing him perfect white teeth.

     "Hey," Francis said, his deep voice making Nick's heart ache.

     "You having some car trouble?"

     Francis looked back at his truck. "Uh, yeah man. My battery's
out. Must have left the lights on."

     "Do you... need a jump?" Nick asked, trying to stay calm. It was
unnerving to be standing in front of such a hot, sweaty boy who had his
shirt off. Francis's body looked spectacular in the bright light. His
usually pale skin was tanned from working in the sun, and his nipples were
strangely erect.  His thick, square chest was covered in a fuzz of
brown. The man's torso was ribbed with clear-cut abs and the deep v-lines
that disappeared into the blue jeans were so clearly defined that they a
shadow of their own. Nick could make out the bulge in his low-rise jeans,
and the dark pubes that poked out from his waist. There were a lot of them,
and they trailed up his navel in a thick forest. His six-pack was covered
in more faint hair

     "Oh wow, yeah dude, that'd be great."

     "Okay, I'll get the cables and move my car," Nick replied, getting
into his Civic and turning it back on. He positioned his car next to
Francis' and then came outside with some cables. Francis bent over the hood
of his car, wiping some sweat and grease from his face and toned, muscular
body as he attached the wires. Nick did the same to his and then got in to
start his car, watching the jock's muscles flex and move.

     When Francis' car started, the stud gave Nick a big, dopey
smile. "Thanks, bro. I really appreciate it. I would have been stuck here
until my parents came home."

     "It's nothing, really."

     Francis then looked at Nick, scratching the hair on his abs. "I'm
Francis, by the way."

     "I'm Nick."

     "Nice to meet you Nick," he said, giving him a sweaty hand to
shake. It was big and rough, like the rest of Francis' body. Nick took it
and shook his hand, smiling back. "Say, Nick, it's pretty hot out here. Do
you want something to drink? I oughta give you something for your help."

     Nick could only watch Francis' smooth, pink lips move as he
talked--staring at any other parts of his hot, bulging body would make
things really weird. "Oh no, it's alright."

     "Nahh, c'mon man. I owe you. I got some fresh orange juice in the
fridge."

     "Well, okay then."

     Francis smiled at him, grabbing his shirt off the fence and leading
him back to the house. "Cool. C'mon, follow me."

     The front entrance of the house was empty. It was a clean, tidy
kitchen with no dust. Nick looked around a bit anxiously, never having been
in the house before, he didn't know where anything was. He saw a hallway
leading to a set of stairs, and then another which lead to what seemed like
a living room. Francis threw his shirt on the counter and went to the
bathroom first.

     "I'll just be a second, gotta piss," Francis said to him,

     Nick nodded, liking the sound of the words that came out of the jock's
mouth. As Francis disappeared, Nick took a few strides further in, sticking
out his neck to catch a glimpse of the house. Having seen no one else, he
got a bit daring. He picked up the sticky shirt and took in a deep breathe,
smelling Francis' dirty stench and relishing in the thought that just in
another room, Francis had his dick out. But without warning, a door slammed
shut from the hallway. Nick jumped in fright.

     "You like the shirt?" Francis's deep voice came. He was standing in
the hallway, looking at Nick.

     "H-huh?" Nick stammered, in awe of the sight before him.
     His dick was clearly curved inside his jeans, pressing a bit against
the side of his pants. From what Nick had seen, and considering the size of
the bulge in his pants, Francis had to have been hard to accomplish
something that big.

     He stood with his legs apart, a horny look on his face. He had a
straight jawline, high cheekbones and bright green eyes that stared down at
him. His thick arms and shoulders twitched with anticipation.

     "You like the smell of my shirt?" he asked again.

     Nick was trembling. He had already put the shirt back on the counter,
trying not to piss his pants in fear. "I-uh... I just--"

     "Go upstairs."

     "W-what?" Nick spluttered, sure he had misheard.

     Francis gave him a cocky nod toward the staircase. "Go upstairs. Third
door at the end of the hall."

     Nick couldn't believe what he was hearing. What the hell was Francis
doing?

     "Why do you want me to go upstairs? I don't know--"

     "Go upstairs!" Francis said again, bit louder than usual. He took two
steps toward him. Nick could smell the musky sweat on Francis' body and the
power that his hot, lean, body was radiating. Not wanting Francis to knock
him out cold right there, Nick started down the hall toward the stairs. He
looked back only once, just to make sure he hadn't hallucinated the whole
thing. But all he saw was a small smile on Francis' stubbled face, and the
shadow of the bulge in his jeans.

     Nick went up the stairs and down the hallway, opening the third door
like Francis said. The room was littered with sweaty clothes, dirty
underwear, and even some girls' lingerie. There was garbage lying around, a
few criminology textbooks--which Nick was sure didn't belong to
Francis--posters of cars and naked girls put up on the wall. There was even
a picture of a threesome--a girl with a strap-on was fucking a chick, who
eating out another girl's pussy. Nick wondered if Francis' parents knew he
had all this porn up here.

     There were two beds in the room, as if Francis had had to share with
his brother. The first bed was piled up with a bunch of clothes and food
wrappers, while the other one was messy and unmade, clearly having been in
use. He sat on this one, not wanting to know what kind of junk was on the
other.

     Nick sat there, anxiously rubbing the boner that the smell of Francis'
room had given him. It reeked of dirty clothes and dried up cum. Nick's
briefs were wet with pre-cum, and his balls ached as he sat there, not
daring to move as he heard footsteps. Then, the door to the room slammed
open, and Francis stood there, still in his jeans and boots, without his
shirt. His dick seemed harder now, and his soft nipples were erect. The
silver dog tag was still hanging on his chest. He looked at Nick with a
hard glare.

     "Take off your pants."

     "What?!" Nick yelled.

     Francis didn't react. "Take em off."

     "W-why?" Nick asked. He had a feeling where this was leading to but he
couldn't bring himself to just give in so easily, or to believe it--he
didn't want Francis to know he was gay. "Why are you doing this, why am I
up here? I just wanted to help--"

     "Cut the shit. You think I didn't see you up there the last three
weeks? Spying on me? What've got up there, binoculars?"

     Nick's mouth was completely dry, his heart racing, and his head
pounding. His boner disappeared again. He had no idea what to say--where to
even begin. Should he come clean? But Francis only knew about his recent
visits though...

     "Well?"

     Nick somehow found the strength to say something. Sweat was dripping
down his messy brown hair, and he had an urge to wipe it off but he didn't
dare move. "U-uh yeah. Th-they were b-binoculars."

     Francis smiled again, a sight that made Nick scared and horny. "Yeah,
thought so. They were reflecting the light in my face y'know. Lucky my
folks didn't see you."

     "Th-then why didn't you say anything?"

     Francis adjusted his jeans a bit, as if he was showing off a bit more
of his pubes to Nick. "Wanted to know whether you'd come again. If it was
really me you were watching or just doing something else."

     Nick was doing something else besides just watching him run around
half-naked but he didn't say anything.

     "And after I saw you touching yourself I had a feeling I knew what was
up."

     Nick turned white like snow. His heart had seemingly stopped dead.

     "You come around before? When I have friends over?" Francis asked him.

     "N-no--"

     "Don't lie."

     Nick hesitated. "Um...y-yeah. Sometimes."

     "Then take off your pants."

     Nick was still taken aback. "But why?"

     Francis sighed. He pulled out a swivel chair from behind the door and
sat down, his legs spread out wider than was necessary. His abs crunched up
beneath him, rolling a few drops of sweat off his skin. "Your brother was
in my grade, wasn't he? Scott Evans?"

     Nick thought he was gonna barf. He knew his family. "Y-yeah. He went
to College Station High School."

     Francis nodded. "Yeah, I went there. How is he? Where'd he end up?"

     "Um... he's at UCLA right now. Third year."

     "California? Cool, cool. My older brother, Matt, is at University of
San Fran."

     There was an awkward silence for a while as Francis stared at him,
biting his lower lip.

     "W-why am I here?" Nick said suddenly.

     Francis put a hand over his groin, smiling a bit. "You've been here
before. So you know that my friends haven't been around in a while."

     Nick knew that Francis had a party a few weeks ago that had gotten in
the way of him jacking off to Francis' naked dips in the river. After that,
his friends seemed to have stopped coming around. "Uh... I guess."

     "Well my girlfriend--ex-girlfriend... caught me fucking some other
chick. Now half the town knows I'm a lying, cheating prick, and none of the
girls I know will talk to me. And after my parents found out about me
having a party behind their backs... they don't let me have friends over
anymore."

     Nick wasn't exactly sure how that fit in with him being up in
Francis's room.

     "No girls coming over means no getting off. And if I can't get off, I
can't do work around the farm. And if I don't do work, I don't get the
farm."

     Nick gave him a funny look. "Why don't you just jack off?"

     Francis sighed. "That doesn't do it for me anymore... I need to fuck
something. You think I can go back to hand jobs after fucking pussy for so
long?"

     Hearing Francis say the word 'fuck' made Nick's penis twitch--it was
strangely arousing to hear him swear.

     "That's where you come in. I know you're fag, since you've been
shooting cum all over that hill while watching me work in the barn."

     "I'm not a fag," Nick said, turning pink at having someone figure him
out.

     "Yeah you are. Sticking a dildo up your ass and getting your rocks off
to a guy makes you gay."

     "Y-you saw that?"

     Francis laughed a bit, making Nick's dick stir again. "Hell yeah,
heard it too."

     Nick was bright red by now. "Please don't tell anyone! Please!"

     "Fucking relax. I'm not gonna say shit to anyone." Then he looked up
and down Nick, clearing checking him out. "Just take off your pants. I
wanna fuck."

     "That doesn't make you gay?"

     "Who cares? Fucking a guy once or twice doesn't make me gay. I know
who I am. I'm just really horny."

     Nick was going argue but the prospect of making someone bigger and
stronger than him mad didn't seem like a bright idea. And he'd fantasized
about Francis fucking him up the ass for three years now. With slight
hesitation, Nick undid the button on his jeans.

     Francis smiled at him. "There's a good man."

     As Nick unzipped himself, Francis came onto him, pushing him onto the
bed. He pushed his hands away and stared at Nick, showing off as he undid
his own pants and slid them off his bulging package and meaty white ass. He
was so cocky as he did it, making the blood gush to Nick's penis.

     Francis was wearing something underneath after all--a tight, light
blue jockstrap matted with sweat and barely containing his dick and
balls. There was long, brown fuzz sticking out in every direction, and Nick
couldn't help but stare at the two beefy thighs coming out from either
side, covered in long brown hairs and defined with muscle.

     "So, your truck's battery--" Nick started.

     "I faked it so that I could get you down from that hill. Worked better
than I thought." Francis was so close now that his sweaty package was
nearly on top of Nick's own penis. The only thing separating them were
Nick's jeans and Francis's jock strap. "Needed to lure you in."

     Francis looked down at him, rubbing the sweat on his big chest and
down his furry abs, then he stroked his hardening dick. "From what I've
seen, you've got a nice mouth on you..." And without warning, he got on top
of Nick, his thick, muscly thighs over his neck and shoulders, pinning him
down.

     His package was centimetres from Nick's face, and he could smell the
cum leaking out of the big cock. It was pushing against the cloth, making a
large hole on the side. The imprint of his dick was clear, and Nick just
had to stick out his tongue to touch the pulsing head. The smell of his
sticky sweat and the manly musk of his balls made him even hornier.

     The hunk whipped his cock out from the side of the strap. It was eight
inches hard, and so thick and heavy that it fell downward when Francis let
go of it. He sat lightly on Nick's chest and rubbed the eight-inch slab of
thick meat between his legs. The foreskin pulled back as Francis rubbed his
swollen pink head, and big purple veins ran down under it. Without a word,
he slapped his big, wet cock on Nick's face, making him beg for it.

     "You like that wood, bitch?"

     "Yeah..."

     He smacked it again, and Nick caught a strand of pre-cum in his
mouth. It was hot and salty, and he savoured every bit.

     "Then fucking take it, faggot," Without warning, Francis stuck his
dick into Nick's mouth, making him gasp for air as he pushed his groin
closer into his face. Nick made choking sounds as the fat, pulsing cock
drove its way into his mouth and hit the back of his throat. The huge, warm
piece of meat in his mouth felt so right, and his tongue licked the shaft,
tasting its stickiness and the dirty remains of his sweat.

     It was like a hotrod was in his mouth, and the big head of the dick
attacked his throat, making him choke and gag. But Nick loved every minute
of it. Francis started driving his groin in and out of Nick's face,
mouth-fucking his little bitch and making him choke on the eight-inch cock.

     Then, before he could cum, Francis took out his dick and smacked it
few more times on Nick' face, and then on his lips. "You like sucking
daddy's dick?"

     "Yeah."

     Francis put his hand on Nick's head, squeezing his face. "Louder."

     "Yeah, daddy! I like sucking your dick."

     "There's a good little faggot, put this cock in your mouth." Francis
stuck his dick in again, fucking Nick's face and pressing some of his
weight on his head. His big balls were loose and were bouncing off his
chin, making loud smacking noises. The jock's thick, hairy thighs were now
on both sides of Nick's head, and watching the stud's groin and abs ripple
as Francis moved and fucked made Nick's cock twitch. He wanted to feel the
thick meat in his ass, far up his hole and Francis' balls smacking onto his
own.

     When Francis took his dick out again to stop himself from cumming,
Nick tried to wiggle over, to expose his hairless little ass to Francis,
desperate to be fucked. But he didn't even get halfway.

     "What are you doing?" Francis asked, anger in his voice.

     "I want you to--"

     "You do as I say! Now stay still!"

     "Y-yes sir," he stuttered, still on his back and looking up at the
rage on the jock's face.

     Francis got off of Nick, shaking his dick a few times to get out any
pre-cum. If Nick wanted to get fucked, then he would ram his ass with a big
dry dick.

     Francis grabbed Nick's pants and pulled them down Nick's ass in one
swift movement. He didn't bother taking them off all the way--he only
needed Nick's ass. Then, he grabbed the back of Nick's briefs and ripped
them apart. The loud tearing noise made Nick jump, but watching the stud's
muscles move and twitch turned him on.

     The jock threw the shredded pieces of cloth aside and grabbed Nick's
legs. He lifted them into the air to expose his pink, hairless asshole. His
butt was perky and white, but once Francis slapped his ass, Nick howled in
pain and a large pink hand print appeared on the pale flesh.

    "Uggghh! Slap me again."

     "You've got a nice little ass, faggot. You want daddy to fuck you?"

    "Yeah, I want you to fuck me."

     Francis ignored Nick's throbbing dick and loose-hanging balls. His own
dick needed someplace to go. He slapped his hard wood on Nick's little
asshole, and grinned wildly as gasps of pain and surprise escaped Nick's
mouth.

     Francis huge pink dick was completely swollen, and as he smacked it
onto the perky white ass before him, huge strands of pre-cum went
flying. "It looks tight," Francis muttered, spreading the white cheeks
apart and rubbing his dick inside of them.

     Nick felt heat rush through his body, and his balls began to ache with
ecstasy. His ass was shaking in anticipation--he'd never had someone touch
him down there, let alone put a hard, fat dick in between his cheeks.

     Then, as Francis pressed the throbbing pink head of his dick onto
Nick's little hole, Nick gasped so loudly that Francis couldn't help but
let out a horny laugh. Only his head was inside and Nick was already
twitching in pleasure.

     "Oh shit... you're so big..." Nick said, as Francis began to push his
cock further down into his perky ass.

     "You're really tight dude, fuck." He threw his head back in
pleasure. "You a virgin?"

     Nick let out a faint "yeah" that made Francis' cock throb in ego.

     "Nice. This'll be a good fuck then." And with that, Francis spat onto
his dick, rubbing it in and letting his dick slip in more easily--it seemed
impossible to get it in any other way.

     As Francis grabbed a fist full of ass in his big, beefy hands, his
dick finally went all the way inside, and Nick squealed in both pain and
pleasure. It felt so good to have a raging boner up his ass, hot against
his own flesh and throbbing heavily. To have Francis' hairy groin and balls
against his ass, and his thick muscled arms surrounding his small frame
made him so horny. But at the same time, it was a bit uncomfortable to have
such a large dick so far up his ass, and there wasn't barely enough
lubrication.

     "Ugh, yeah get it all the way in!" Now Nick knew how the bottoms in
gay porno felt, and why they sounded so turned on. It wasn't like anything
Nick had imagined--it was better.

     "Fuck, you're so tight! Even pussy ain't this small..." Francis began
to push really hard on Nick, pressing his body weight against him and
pushing him into the bed, making it creak. Nick felt the hotrod go further
up his ass, hitting his prostate for a few moments and then reaching even
further up as Francis continued to go up inside him.

     "You like this?" Francis asked, suddenly sounding a bit nervous, like
he wasn't sure if he was doing it correctly. His innocence with gay sex
made Nick even hornier, and he tried to look up at his face to tell him.

     "Yeah, it feels really good."

     Francis rolled with it. He pushed Nick back down onto the bed and as
he took his dick back out, his pre-cum stuck to the sides of Nick's anus,
lubing it up for the next time. Then, Francis spit once more, and rammed
his dick back in. Nick went a foot up on the bed, letting out a faint yell
as Francis fucked him.

     Francis took half his cock out and thrusted again, pressing deep into
Nick's ass and putting his big, chapped hands on Nick's legs, which rested
up on Francis' chest and shoulders. His hands rubbed his smooth thighs,
feeling his limbs shake as he entered the teenager's hole. Then, without
warning, he took them off again, as if remembering that Nick was a guy.

     "Holy fuck, this feels amazing," Nick muttered.

     "Yeah, you're taking this dick really good, faggot. Chicks don't let
me put it in this far..." his breath was hot against Nick's neck. He was
doing something with his legs, as if he was taking off the jockstrap. Nick
hadn't even remembered Francis still had it on.

     The hunk had his knees on the bed. He lifted Nick's ass a little into
the air, pressing it against his own groin, and pulling his legs tighter
against his chest. Then, he began fucking him hard and fast. Francis was
moaning and swearing under his breath like a teenage boy fucking for the
first time.

     Nick was groaning hard, squealing and screaming like a girl as
Francis' huge cock pounded him again and again, ramming him up his
asshole. The throbbing shaft shot pre-cum inside of him, and Nick could
feel it inside, slushing and squirting as the huge cock head came back
again for more. Francis was so deep inside of Nick that he could feel the
boy's heartbeat through his own boner, and Nick could feel Francis' heart
beating from the tip of the cock inside him.

     Then Francis got off the bed, standing on his feet beside it and
dragging Nick halfway across the messed up mattress. The bed creaked and
rocked hard under both their motion as Francis grabbed Nick's bright white
ass and slammed it against his tanned tummy, rubbing the fat globes while
his tongue pressed against his cheek in pleasure.

     "Uhhhnnn, yeah, fuck me like that, daddy" Nick barely muttered, unable
to talk while breathing so hard.

     Francis didn't even say anything. His moans and heavy breaths were
loud enough to tell Nick he was enjoying every minute of fucking a dude's
ass. Francis began thrusting hard and fast again, as if he were a dog
mating with bitch in heat. He slapped Nick's ass hard, putting a bright
pink handprint on it as Nick yelled in pain.

     "Shut up!" Francis yelled, grabbing the hair on Nick's head and
pulling him back. "People will hear you."

     "Yeah, fuck me like that, grab my hair."

     Francis didn't let go. He kept his fist on Nick's hair, pulling his
head back and thrusting his fat meaty cock into the fat ass before him. His
other hand was latched on tight to Nick's legs, even occasionally smacking
into Nick's throbbing, hard boner as they fucked. But Francis was enjoying
himself too much to care that another guy's dick was slapping pre-cum
against his hand.

     "Ooohhh shit! I'm gonna cum!" Nick shouted, his voice shaking.

     "What?" Francis yelled back, not sure how that could happen. Neither
of them had actually touched Nick's dick much--least of all Nick. "How's
that possible?" Francis half-yelled, half whispered.

     As Francis put his big hands on Nick's waist to get a better angle on
his ass, Nick went over the edge. Having jock's raging cock pummel him up
the ass, and rough hands grabbing his legs felt so fucking good. And then
as the pubes of Francis' abs brushed against his bare backside, he knew it
was more than enough.

     His asshole clenched, his balls shook and two huge spurts of cum
escaped Nick's dick, one right after the other. The hot, stinking fluid
shot down on Nick's chest, some of the bed and then some whipped back on
Francis's abs. Two more spurts came, leaking more cum everywhere and
filling the steamy, sweaty room with the fresh smells of sex.

     "SHIT!" Francis bellowed, not because of the fact that another guy's
cum was all over his body and his bedsheets, but because Nick's anus had
clenched so tight that Francis' cock felt like it was going to explode.

     "I'm gonna fucking cum!" Francis said to him, pounding Nick's ass even
harder and smacking his balls against Nick's half-hard dick, which was
hanging between his legs like a horse's cock.

     Francis took his dick out of Nick's hole, fapping it hard and pressing
himself over his fuck toy. Then, three huge shots of steaming, thick cum
soared through the air, getting Nick's face and soaking his smooth stomach
completely.

     Francis kept stroking, shooting more wads of his spunk onto Nick's
torso and then on his ass. It dripped and oozed, feeling pleasantly hot on
Nick's bare skin. Then, without even saying anything, Francis stuck his
sperm-soaked cock back into Nick's wet, dripping ass. The pre-cum was
coming out by now, and some of the fresh cum had made it way between his
crack.

     Francis kept thrusting lightly, making Nick grunt with pleasure and
pushing him harder onto the creaking bed. He kept going until his dick
softened inside Nick, but even still, it fit nicely and felt warm to the
both of them. When he finally took it out, Nick felt more cum leak out of
his hole.

     Francis hadn't bothered to wipe anything off. He left his jockstrap to
one side and pulled his jeans up quickly, pushing his half-hard dick inside
his tight jeans. There was still cum all over his cock and long, thick
pubes, but Francis didn't care. He did up his button and his zipper, as if
he was suddenly embarrassed by having such an enjoyable fuck with a dude.

     Nick warily got up, his ass already sore and his body aching. He had
wiped off wads of cum from his stomach and when Francis was busy adjusting
his penis inside his pants, Nick licked the jock's salty spunk, enjoying
its bitter-sweet taste while rubbing his softening dick.

     "Get dressed then get out," Francis said to him. "I gotta
piss. There's beers in the fridge downstairs."

     "I-I'm only seventeen."

     Francis froze. Not because he had offered a minor alcohol--but because
he had fucked a minor. He tried to stay confident, not breaking his face or
showing any signs of weakness. "So?" his voice cracked slightly.

     Nick couldn't say no twice to free beer. He took off his pants,
throwing aside his ruined briefs and then pulled up his pants again. He
decided to just leave his undies on the floor. He pulled his shirt back
down and went to leave the room.

     "It was, uh, nice hanging out," Francis said suddenly.

     Nick tried not to smile. "Um, thanks."

     "No prob."

     Nick went to leave again but Francis stopped him, putting his hand on
Nick's shoulder. "And uh, Nick? Don't tell anyone about this. Understood?"

     Nick smiled back. "You keep my secret. I keep yours." And then he went
downstairs to get them both a beer.

     As Francis walked to his bathroom, pulling his dick out of his pants
and taking a long, hot piss at the toilet, he looked at himself in the
mirror, not sure what he'd just done.

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