Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2017 15:46:35 -0700
From: Scott Goulding <scottgoulding123@gmail.com>
Subject: Jocks of the South: Nick Evans Part 16B

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Thank you to everyone who has supported my work and has been patient with
my writing. I'm sorry for the huge delay but I was taking a bit of a break
from writing because of my exams. This is part B of chapter 16. Chapter 17
will be posted in a few weeks' time from now, but I'll be posting a bonus
chapter featuring Matt, before Chapter 17, on my blog.

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Nick Evans
Part 16B: Family Feud
By Scott Goulding
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Nick and Francis took a good ten minutes cleaning each other up, and
getting all of the cum off of Francis' face, before they finally
straightened themselves off and opened up the bathroom door to their hotel
room.

   "Hey there," a familiar voice came, making the both of them jump. Nick
turned his head and instantly felt his heart stop beating. His skin turned
numb and for a moment his vision blurred.

   Matthew McCarthy was laid out on a chair before them, his legs spread
wide and a smug look on his face. He leaned back and raised his eyebrows,
staring at the both of them with a cheeky grin.

   "You two have fun?" Matt asked.

   "M-Matt!" Francis exclaimed, feeling his chest begin to pound. His face
turned red.

   "Sup, baby bro."

   "What are you doing here?" Nick managed to say. He couldn't get himself
to move. Thoughts swirled in his head--Matt's knowing retort, and Francis
assuring Nick that Matt wouldn't be at the wedding. There was also the
sudden flutter in his stomach at seeing Matt's handsome face and herculean
body stuffed into a well-fitted tux that accentuated all his best
features. It didn't help that he was giving both of them a charming, almost
jerk-like smile that masked a clear primal urge that was sparkling in his
eyes. Matt must have been enjoying the sounds of sex that came from the
bathroom. Nick tried not to stare at Matt for too long, and he made sure to
keep his eyes far away from the man's crotch. His legs were still wide
open, his muscular thighs like two giant arrows pointing to his manhood
like some sort of invitation.

   Nick put the thought from his mind--why was he thinking about Matt in
this way? He loved Francis, but the sudden feelings of seeing Matt for the
first time in several weeks was confusing. His body was betraying him,
though his heart belonged to Francis.

   Francis.

   Francis had lied to him. He said Matt wasn't going to be at the
wedding--right? He'd said that he loved him that very morning. Francis must
have known that Matt was coming to the wedding. In the few moments of
awkward silence between the three of them, realization dawned on Nick.

   "Well it's my cousin who's getting married, right? Why wouldn't I be
here? Didn't Francis tell you?"

   That hurt Nick even more. Francis had definitely known.

   Nick couldn't bear to even look back at Francis. His face was turning
red. Francis had lied to him.

   "You said you weren't sure," Francis argued, "that you were coming."

   "I said I'd probably come."

   "Probably doesn't mean one hundred percent."

   "Are you mad I came?"

   Francis hesitated for a moment too long. "N-no! Of course not."

   "So... how have the two of you been? Well, I assume you've both been
having fun..."

   Nick couldn't take it. Francis had known and he lied. He knew Matt would
be at the wedding. Francis was being possessive and must have been afraid
of losing him to Matt. That's why he lied and told Nick that he loved
him--in order to cement their relationship. It was all too convenient. Why
would Francis have told him he loved him on the same day Matt was coming
back?

   The thoughts made his head pound like his skull was full of
water. Without saying anything else, he took off. He left the both of them,
running out the doors and down the hallway.

   "Nick, what are you--wait!"

   It took a moment for Francis to realize what had happened before he went
after Nick. But the teenager was already sprinting down a flight of
emergency stairs. Francis paused before turning towards the elevator. It
might be faster, even if he had to wait for it to come back up.

   "What happened?" Matt asked, following Francis outside.

   "Forget about it," Francis snapped, clenching his fists.

   "Did something happen between you two?"

   "No."

   "What's going on, why'd he--"

   "Can you leave it? This is between me and Nick!"

   Matt looked surprised. "Why are you getting mad at me? I just covered
for the both of you while you guys were fooling around in there--Jackson
came in and almost heard you guys fucking! I had to make up some bullshit
about Aunt Marie being drunk to get him out--"

   "Can you just leave me alone? I'll explain later." Francis slipped into
the elevator and hit the button for the doors to close, praying that Matt
wouldn't follow him inside. Lucky for him, Matt stayed put, still shocked
at what had just happened. He watched as the doors closed on Francis before
heading back to the hotel room.


Nick felt like he might cry. His throat burned and there was a huge lump in
the back of his mouth. Though no tears fell, his chest still hurt to think
about what had really happened. Francis had lied to get what he
wanted--Nick. Was it so bad? Was it really so bad that Francis had told
Nick he loved him, just to stabilize their relationship? Maybe it was the
idea of it that bothered Nick the most--that Francis had manipulated him
into the situation as opposed to Nick making a decision for himself once he
saw Matt. But what did it say about Nick that he had all these sudden
feelings upon seeing Matthew? Had Francis been right to keep that from him?

   He was hanging out by the hotel's ballroom, where some light desserts
were being served, but he didn't have the stomach to try anything right
then. In fact, he hated being around the other people--straight, religious
family members of Francis' who were all cheerful and excited. It didn't
help when he felt a big hand on his shoulder and a greeting-slap on his
back.

   "Hey, dude! Nick, right?"

   Nick turned around to see Jackson, one of Francis' cousins. He'd met him
at the tux fitting. He was dressed sloppily then but was still hot. And in
a fresh tuxedo, he looked particularly handsome.

   Jackson was powerfully built. He had big, meaty shoulders, a very
pronounced chest, bulging arms and thick legs. Every part of his suit fit
him perfectly like a sock. He had a nice face too--a straight nose, a faint
hint of stubble that he'd neglected to shave, light brown eyes and messy
hair. Nick could tell that his hair had been dyed almost to a shade of dark
orange-red since his bushy eyebrows were much darker.

   Jackson was around 6'3", only an inch taller than Francis. He had nice
teeth and charming demeanor about him. From what Nick remembered, Jackson
had been nice at the fitting, even though he'd been a bit loud and made
stupid jokes. He was definitely the hottest of Francis' cousins.

   "Uh, hey. Yeah, I'm Nick."

   "Nice to see you again, bro. I'm Jackson."

   "Yeah, I remember."

   "Is, uh, Francis around?"

   Nick kicked the floor in discomfort. "No. I'm not sure where he is."

   Jackson eyed him. "Oh. So, you alone down here?"

   Nick stared awkwardly back at the desserts. "Um, yeah."

   "Were you two in the room upstairs a while back?"

   Nick froze. How did he know they were in there? Was he just assuming?
"Uh... yeah, for a bit. But I got bored and came down here."

   "Cool, cool. I might go back up and sneak some shit from the mini
bar. They haven't put out any booze down here, just yet."

   "Ah, I see."

   "I was gonna get a buzz going before Matt told me about our Aunt. But I
couldn't find her anywhere--I was hoping if she knew where to get some
stronger stuff..."

   "Your aunt?"

   "Yeah... when I came upstairs, Matt said my aunt was wasted. He said I
should take care of her while he tries to find an extra bowtie for the ring
boy or something."

   "Y-you were upstairs? In the room?"

   Jackson paused. "For a moment. Did you maybe see Aunt Marie anywhere?"

   "No, I don't know who that is."

   "Oh. Well I've been searching for like fifteen minutes. Maybe someone
already got to her. Damn, this shit is boring without the other guys. Do
you wanna maybe sneak back up and get something to drink?"

   Nick pondered the thought--getting a buzz going might take the edge off
of what he was feeling right now. And it might make the stupid wedding go
faster. "You know what? Let's do it."

   Jackson laughed, slapping Nick's back with a huge grin. "Atta boy!"

   Lucky for Nick, they took the elevator after Francis had come out
of. He'd gone in the opposite direction, assuming that Nick had ran out
into the parking lot to escape.

   In the elevator, Nick and Jackson talked about nothing for a few moments
before Jackson lead them back to the groom's side room. There were a few
other dudes that Nick didn't recognize and Matt had disappeared, but
Jackson wasn't interested in anyone. They were old and Jackson seemed to
have already greeted them downstairs, so he took some drinks from the mini
bar and handed half a dozen to Nick. They said some silent goodbyes to the
others before they snuck off to a public sitting area near the elevator on
their floor. Nick downed a shot of vodka right away, causing some looks of
surprise and yells of encouragement from Jackson. He was still working on a
jagermeister.

   "You spot any hot chicks yet?" Jackson asked, finishing one tiny,
thumb-sized bottle in one shot.

   Nick shook his head. "No, you?"

   "Nah. They're all too old or married. And the other half is family."

   "What, are cousins off limits for you?" Nick joked.

   "Shut the fuck up, dude," Jackson laughed, lightly punching Nick. "But
seriously though, if tonight is gonna be as dry as it is so far, I might
have to settle for a third-cousin or something to suck my dick."

   "I'm sure you'll find someone. You're hot enough," Nick blurted out. It
was the alcohol getting to him.

   "Thanks, bro. You're not so bad-looking yourself. Hey, where's that
boyfriend of yours?"

   Nick froze. "Huh?"

   "Francis!" Jackson said, laughing as though it were a joke. Nick
realized that it was a joke to Jackson. He laughed back, trying to play it
off cool.

   "He's not my boyfriend. We're just buddies..." Nick lied, half wondering
if it was true though. Was what happened between them something to break up
over or was Nick just upset over nothing? He still wasn't sure what exactly
Francis' intentions of saying `I love you' were. Had he meant it or was it
a way to keep Nick away from Matt for good?

   "You sure?"

   Nick looked up at him, his heart thumping. "What is that supposed to
mean?"

   Jackson went silent for a while before speaking again. "You two
disappeared at the fitting. At first I made nothing of it but today..."

   Nick clenched the small plastic bottle. "What the fuck are you talking
about?"

   "I heard shit. When I went into that room. I heard Francis saying your
name. In the bathroom. And when Matt came in and heard it... there was this
look on his face."

   "He'd gotten his s-suit messed up--I was helping him clean--"

   "Shhh, shhh..." Jackson said, putting a hand on Nick's knee. "Relax,
bro... nothing to get your panties in a twist about. I was just wondering
if... if the two of you were messing around or anything."

   "We're not." Nick's voice was firm, almost too firm, like he'd given
away the obvious answer. He looked down at the floor, his face heavy.

   "Oh. I see. Well, there's nothing wrong with it if you are. I know that
Matt and Francis both had their share of experiences when then were younger
and couldn't get no action..."

   "What? You mean like--"

   "They were popular in high school, so getting a blowie every now and
then from a fag wasn't such a big deal when chicks wouldn't put out."

   "O-Oh."

   "Shit, sorry. Didn't mean to use that word. It's the booze."

   Nick tried to play it off. "It's fine. It's not like I'm..."

   "Gay?"

   "Yeah. That."

   There was a long silence between them.

   Jackson spoke first. "Well, there's nothing wrong with getting it from a
guy--"

   "We didn't do anything."

   "I didn't say you did! I was just sayin... a bit of fooling around here
and there ain't done anyone no harm. A mouth's a mouth... and a hole's a
hole..."

   "Did Francis and Matt... fool around a lot? Back then?"

   "Oh yeah, sure. Matt's pretty open about the dudes he's fucked--just ask
him and you'll know. Don't tell no adults though, they'll get real
pissed. Just between us boys."

   "Yeah. Okay."

   "Francis though... I heard him talk about a dude once but that was
several years ago and we were both wasted so I don't remember much. With
pussy dried up in that shit town I wouldn't blame him if he got it sucked
from wherever he could get it. A guy needs it on the regular. Shit, I need
it on the regular. Been without a good suck for over a week. You getting
any action, bro?"

   "Um... not really."

   "Aw shit, sucks, dude. I hear your town ain't the hottest in terms of
chicks, huh?"

   "No, not exactly."

   "Yeah, same in Leesville. All the good chicks are taken. And the rest
are butt-ugly. Jeez, this shit is making me horny," Jackson said, looking
down at his empty jager.

   Nick didn't say anything to that. He was starting to get uncomfortable
and Jackson's earlier question came back around: Where was Francis?

   "You ever mess around with a dude before?" Jackson asked.

   Nick answer was too quick. "N-no."

   Jackson was staring right at him.

   He tried to deflect. "What about you?" Nick asked.

   "Yeah. A couple. Gay dudes sure know how to suck cock. Gotta give `em
that. You ever had one suck you off before?"

   "I said no."

   "Then you're missing out, bro! Not to sound like a homo or nothing
but... I'd take a good sucking from a dude over a chick any day. Although a
tight pussy beats all."

   Nick finished the small bottle of vodka in his hand and continued to
look down at the floor. He could still feel Jackson's intense glare on
him. This dude wanted to get blown.

   "I'm gonna pee," Nick said, hoping to lose Jackson on the way.

   "Shit, good idea. I'll come with."

   Nick clenched his fists. That's not what he wanted. He walked slowly to
the end of the large hallway, watching a man walkout of the restroom. A few
women trickled out of their washroom before Nick and Jackson slowly made
their way over. Nick tried to think of a way to escape but nothing came to
mind.

   Reluctantly, Nick found himself in front of a urinal. The other stalls
were full so he couldn't hide behind a door to escape Jackson's side. And
worst of all, Jackson chose the urinal beside Nick's. There wasn't a lot of
privacy.

   Nick was only too aware of the jock unzipping his pants. He was slow and
deliberate, carefully pulling his swollen member out of his fly like a
never-ending scarf from a magician's sleeve. His thick, pink dick was uncut
and half-hard, sticking out of his body like a third arm. It was a snake--a
pink veiny python that flopped around like a dildo. The veins on Jackson's
dick were swollen, and a strand of what looked to be pre-cum oozed from his
red tip. His dick was so big that Nick was able to make all of this out
from the corner of his eye--without taking a direct look.

   Nick's own cock was beginning to harden at the fact that this huge dick
was being paraded around beside him, but his fear of he situation caused
him from getting a full boner. He tried to pee but for a horrible few
seconds, nothing came out. The longer he stood there, trying to pee, the
harder his dick got. And the sound of a hard stream of piss gushing out
right next to him wasn't helping him in any way.

   "Fuck yeah, I was gonna burst," Jackson said, his voice low. He shook
his fat cock like it was a doggy toy.

   Nick finally pushed the pee out of himself, holding his own dick with
shaking fingers. It was taking all of him to prevent a full erection from
sprouting out of his pants. He thought of the grossest things imaginable,
but still, it didn't help. There was a ripped jock right next to him with
his massive cock out, half-hard, peeing at full force. And he was showing
no signs of stopping.

   That's when it got weirder. Jackson gripped the length of his cock with
a fist and began massaging himself, stroking back and forth with slow
motions. He finished pissing but he still stood there, pleasuring his
growing erection. His cock grew, thickening out to the size of a beer can
while his head began to creep out of his tight foreskin. His dick was so
heavy that even as his boner began to reach full mast, it hung downwards
like a horse's cock.

   Jackson was an animal--a buck that was ready to rut and mate with
whatever hole presented itself. Nick could've sworn that if there was a
roll of toilet paper lying around, he would have stuck his pecker inside
and fucked it till he came. Although, Nick realized that the man's monster
cock was far too wide to fit in a roll.

   "Fuck..." Jackson whispered, his mouth open as he rolled his thumb over
the wet bulb of his erection. He shook and slapped his manhood like a prime
slab of meat, making the blue veins on his pale skin bulge bigger. More
clear liquid, mixed with strains of a milky color, oozed from his flaring
tip in huge loads. The splat of the wads of pre-cum that hit the urinal was
loud enough for Nick to hear over the buzzing of the fluorescent bathroom
lights.

   Once Nick realized he had no more urine left in himself, he took the
chance to run. He stuffed his own half-hard prick into his pants, not
caring which way it went as long as he could zip himself up.

   As he flushed the urinal and made to leave, Jackson's hand latched onto
Nick's wrist and stopped him from moving.

   "Where are you going?"

   "T-to wash m-my hands..." Nick said, trying to pull his arm out from the
man's grip. "What are you doing? Let me go!"

   "You're staying right here..." Jackson whispered back, looking down at
Nick with lustful eyes. One hand was still on his gargantuan tool while he
pulled Nick back.

   "Stop--what the fuck are you doing?" his voice got a bit louder but not
enough to alarm whoever else was behind closed doors of the other stalls.

   "You're going to do what I want," he murmured, now shaking his 10-inch
boner like it was a prize he'd won from a fair. He presented it to Nick
with a smirk. "I know you want this..."

   "You're crazy--someone will see us!" Nick tried to think of any excuse
to get out of it--he couldn't just tell Jackson that he didn't want to do
anything with him. If he hurt the man's ego, who knew how he'd
retaliate. He didn't seem like the violent type, but with muscles like
that, Nick had no intention of finding out.

   "If one of them flushes, we can stop..." His grip tightened as he reined
the teenager back in.

   "I can't..." Nick said, whimpering now as his legs shook. He couldn't
give in--despite whatever had happened in that hotel room, he still loved
Francis whether or not Francis had lied to him. Jackson may have turned him
on but the thought of doing anything with him would feel like the greatest
betrayal to the man who had been there for him since Matt had left.

   "Yes you can. You're going to."

   "Stop, please!"

   "You fucked Francis already, didn't you? Did he get you on your knees?
Or did he bend you over?"

   "You're drunk, stop it!"

   In that moment, as Jackson wrenched his arms, Nick could think of no one
but Francis. He didn't care about Matt, Jackson, or any other dude for that
matter. He thought only about the utter cruelty he'd be showing his
boyfriend, his lover, by giving up and obeying Jackson's commands.

   "Get down on your knees for me..."

   "NO!" Nick yelled, pulling his arm back in one final tug. He pulled too
hard--falling backwards onto the floor as the bathroom door suddenly opened
with a thud.

   "I heard his voice--" Francis said, coming into the bathroom looking
worried. He found Nick on the floor, fear and confusion all over his face
as Jackson turned back towards the urinal.

   "What--what happened? What's going on?"

   Jackson zipped his fly and faced Francis. "Nothing, bro. Nick just
slipped, that's all."

   Francis ignored him, not having noticed that he'd hastily stuffed his
overgrown member into his pants. Francis helped Nick to his feet and
putting a loving hand over his back.

   "Are you okay?" he asked, inspecting Nick like he was a child, fixing
his hair and picking dust from his face.

   "Y-yeah... I'm f-fine."

   His big hands grasped Nick's shoulders. He waited for a moment, as
though he wanted to hug Nick, but Jackson was right there, and suddenly
Matt was in the bathroom too. A man came out of the stall, flushing the
toilet and taking a few seconds to look over the scene. He then ignored
them and proceeded to wash his hands. He must have been on the bride's
side.

   Then Francis hugged him. He didn't care anymore, he was just glad that
Nick was all right, and that he hadn't tried to run away from him again.

   "I love you," Francis whispered. His hot, loving voice came to Nick's
ear, causing his legs to weaken and his waist to burn with intense
desire. The way he said it, the tone of his voice and the hard gouges his
fingers made into Nick's body, made him realize that there was nothing fake
or strategic about it. Francis genuinely loved Nick, more than Nick could
even know. Relief washed over him. Not just because he understood his own
stupidity but because Francis was here. Francis was here for him, ready to
defend him. It would be all right, now. Everything would be fine.

   Nick hugged him back, digging his face into the man's warm chest. He
didn't cry, though he knew that had he been alone, he wouldn't have kept
his emotions suppressed. Not with Francis.

   Nick rubbed his face into Francis' chest as the man held him tight and
nuzzled the top of his head with his chin.

   "I'm sorry," Francis said. "I shouldn't have lied."

   Nick shook his head, letting him know it was fine.

   Then they both let go, remembering that they were, in fact, surrounded
by two dudes, and a complete stranger who was pretending to ignore what was
happening behind him.

   "What were you two doing in here?" Francis suddenly asked, looking at
Jackson with an accusatory tone. Nick realized that Francis' sudden anger
was directed at his cousin, as opposed to Nick. Francis trusted him.

   "What did it look like we were doing, dude?" Jackson shrugged, looking
around him. "This is a bathroom. We're taking a piss."

   "Are you drunk?" Matt's voice came.

   Jackson gave him a grin. "Just a bit of a buzz."

   "Stay away from Nick," Francis blurted out, as though he knew what
Jackson's true intentions were.

   "What?"

   "You heard me. Stay away from him. He's mine."

   Nick's heart gave a flutter. He slipped his hand into Francis', their
fingers interlocked as the man tightened his loving grip.

   "What, is he your fuck-buddy?" Jackson joked.

   "He's my boyfriend. So stay the fuck away from him."

   Jackson's eyes widened. Matt's mouth almost fell open.

   "You--what?"

   "He's my boyfriend. And I love him. Don't come near him again or else
I'll kick your fucking ass."

   With that, Francis took Nick out of the bathroom, past Matt and away
from Jackson. Francis walked to the end of the hall with a quick pace, not
daring to look back. Nick's entire face had gone white and his body turned
numb. Had Francis really just done that?

   He could feel Francis' quick heartbeats through the strength of his
grasp on his hand. He brought Nick to the elevator and they both went
inside, finally letting out a breath of relief once the doors closed on
them.

   "You--you just--"

   "I know what I did," Francis mumbled, not looking at Nick. His own body
felt cold, and his shoulders were tensed. But he kept his hold on Nick.

   "What if he tells?!"

   "He won't. Not unless his wants his ass beat."

   Nick's heart was still pounding, much like Francis'.

   "I love you," Nick mumbled, looking up at him,

   Francis smiled, holding his other hand and bringing him close. "I love
you more," he said, in a voice that sounded pleading, like asking for
forgiveness one more time.

   He pulled Nick in for a kiss, one hand on his back and the other on
Nick's waist. He pressed the teenager against his own body, smothering his
lips with his own as their hot breaths hovered over the other's face. Nick
felt every muscle, every vein of Francis' body against his own as they
stood there, two people melting into one. He couldn't comprehend the
sensations of his man's arms around him in a loving embrace, his hands
reaching down to his ass, as though to claim Nick for his own. He was
reminding him that Nick was Francis' lover, and no one else's.

   Nick returned the kiss with eager passion, putting his arms around
Francis' neck. His fingers pulled on the back of the man's neck, bringing
his head close and showing him just how much he craved the taste of him. He
wanted nothing more than just Francis.

   Nick felt Francis' manhood spur against Nick's own, alerting him to how
much he desired Nick. It made the teenager's spine shiver to realize that
he had found someone who yearned for him as much as he yearned for Francis.

   Finally, with no small amount of reluctance, they both let go. They
fixed each other's hair, laughing a bit as they realized they both had
boners.

   "I'm sorry for running out. I should have given you a chance to
explain."

   "Don't be sorry, Nick. I should be the one apologizing. I should have
just told you everything. But... I was scared you and Matt might
still... y'know... have feelings or whatever."

   "I thought I might but--I don't. I know that I don't. I only want
you. No one else. I love you."

   "Did he hurt you?"

   "Huh?"

   "Did Jackson push you or something? You're shaking."

   "N-no, I'm fine, I slipped on some pee or something..." Nick lied,
knowing that this was not the best time to tell the truth. He could do that
later once Jackson was miles away.

   "I almost fucking hit him. He didn't do anything but--I would have."

   "He would have beat you..." Nick muttered.

   "I don't care. I love you."

   "I know you do. And you told everyone in that bathroom."

   Francis was silent, as if realizing that it could get out.

   "Matt won't say anything," Nick assured him, recognizing the panic that
spread across his boyfriend's face. "He wouldn't out you. He's your
brother."

   Francis thought about that. Out. So was he in the closet? Was he gay or
bisexual? It didn't matter to him, as long as he had Nick by his side. One
thing was for sure: with the way he felt about Nick, he sure as hell wasn't
straight.

   "Yeah, Matty won't tell."

   "And I... I know he cares about me. Like as a friend. He wouldn't want
Jackson to hurt either of us so... he might get him to stay quiet."

   "I'll fucking kill him if he says anything."

   "You and Matt can take him. Easy."

   Francis grinned. "Yeah, we could."

   "You don't need to worry. It'll be fine. No one will find out."

   Francis shook his head. "And fuck it if they do. I don't even care. I
love you and that's all that matters. I want to be with you, Nick. And not
be afraid of everyone else. If they find out, let them."

   "F-Francis... but your parents..."

   He hesitated. He knew Nick was right but he couldn't bring himself to
say it.

   "You don't need to tell anyone else, Francis. You have to think about
your safety. Where you're gonna live, stuff like that. I told you I'm fine
with keeping it a secret. Although... seeing you defend me like that was
really something."

   He smiled again, holding Nick's hand. "If anyone else finds out, so be
it. But I'm not going to let that stop me from being with you."

   The elevator door opened, and they made it to the ground floor.

   "C'mon, we're leaving."

   "W-what?"

   "You heard me. Let's get the fuck out of here. I want to be with you. I
want to fuck you."

   Nick's cock jumped at that. "I don't under--"

   "You have a hard-on. Don't you wanna fuck?"

   "Francis, we can't do that here--not again. We almost got caught
upstairs..."

   They stepped out of the elevator and into the foyer. "You didn't answer
the question. This morning you wanted me and I told you to wait but I can't
wait anymore. I don't want a blowjob or a hand-job. I want you. All of
you. And I want it badly."

   Nick blinked, realizing that Francis wanted to take him like a man takes
his wife on their wedding night. The passion in his eyes; the look of
hunger spread across his face and lips--it was same look Nick had seen
after first returning from California. Francis had almost just lost Nick,
and he wasn't about to let their next few moments together go to waste.

   "So, do you want to have sex?" he asked, ignoring the few pairs of eyes
that gave Francis a polarizing glare.

   "I-I mean... of course..."

   "Then let's go, baby. Matt and I heard the bride is running late. That
gives us time to go and come back."

   "Where are we going?" Nick said, letting Francis grab his arm and lead
him out of the hotel. He smiled: Francis was like an excited child tugging
their parent along to show what they'd discovered.

   "You okay with doing it in my truck? I don't exactly have money for a
room on me."

   Nick's heart skipped several beats. He hadn't done it in a car
before. "Y-yes. That's fine."

   He smiled. "Then let's go."

   "But... what if someone sees us?"

   "I'll drive us onto a dirt road or something. We'll be alone."

   "O-okay." He couldn't believe this. They were practically eloping for
the sole purpose of sex. Nick couldn't argue with that--seeing Francis
defend him had ignited something inside of him and there was the undeniable
fact that Francis in a tux was just about the hottest thing Nick had ever
laid eyes on. And the fact that he could see the man's boner tucked into
one of his pant legs didn't help the situation either. He still had a major
case of blue-balls from seeing Jackson. However, as they went out the
entrance, a familiar voice came back.

   "Wait! You guys!"

   They both turned around to see Matt sprinting towards them, red-faced
and flustered. He must have taken the stairs in order to catch them.

   "Where are you guys going?"

   "Leave us alone, Matt."

   "Chill, dude! I-I just wanted to say... that I'm happy for you two. I'm
not gonna say shit about it to mom or dad, or anyone else. And I made sure
Jackson stays quiet too."

   They were both silent until Nick spoke first.

   "Thank you."

   Matt gave him a charming smile, though keeping his distance. "You're
welcome. Are... you two leaving?"

   "Yes," Francis muttered, his tone softer now as his eyes smiled at his
brother with silent appreciation. It took all of him not to break down at
the sight of Matt's love and generosity towards the both of them.

 "Well... be back in time for the ceremony. Linda and the others will be
here in a hour and I don't want mom beginning to ask questions."

   "Alright," Francis said, "We'll be back before then."

   Matt nodded, giving the two of them one last admiring look, realizing
they were holding hands. He gave them a smile, as though to say: You've got
balls, Francis.

   He turned back around and straightened his tux before heading back into
the hotel. Francis and Nick grinned at each other, realizing their problems
had disappeared. Then, they both ran towards Francis' truck.

   They buckled up as Francis started the engine and roared out of the
parking lot, screeching into the road a little too fast. They were laughing
and teasing each other as some stupid song played on the radio.

   Nick continued teasing him, his hand finding its way over Francis'
crotch. He felt around for his shaft, rubbing the hardening skin once he
found it. He reached further down and felt up his bulging scrotum, making
the blood gush back down to his groin.

   "Nick, not yet! I'm driving."

   "Just pull over, already. I want you."

   Francis smiled, though he kept his eyes on the road. "Just a bit
further. We'll be alone, and no one will bother us."

   Nick nodded, though he kept his hand on Francis' crotch, telling Francis
that it belonged to him. He continued rubbing him until Francis was erect
again. His manhood belonged to Nick.

   A minute passed before Francis made a sudden turn onto a dirt road and
pulled to the side, where some trees hung overhead. He stopped the truck
and then looked to Nick.

   "You wanna fuck?"

   Nick smiled. "I want to feel you inside of me."

   Francis immediately switched off the truck and threw his seatbelt
off. Nick threw his own jacket away and began to undo his belt, adjusting
his seat backwards so that there was room for the both of them. In a
second, Francis was on him, slobbering messy kisses all over his mouth and
then forcing Nick's pants down his legs. Both of them were too eager to
fuck to take their shirts off. Instead, Nick lay down with his back against
the seat and felt Francis force his legs up into the air, so that his knees
met his chest. He was so dominant and eager to fuck that Nick felt his own
dick began to leak prematurely all over his stomach.

   His puckering hole was exposed to Francis, and he smiled happily at the
sight of savory pink. He pulled off his own belt and tried hard to undo the
button to his pants. When it wouldn't come off, he ripped the waist apart,
breaking the zipper in the process, and then pushed his wet boxer briefs
just below his balls so that his hardening cock was free.

   Nick smiled at him, surprised by how desperate Francis was to fuck
him. Nick giggled at the sight of his broken pants, and Francis couldn't
help but laugh either.

   Francis arms came overtop of Nick, landing on the space beside his
head. For a few moments, his body was overtop Nick's and Francis kissed him
once more. Then, he came off and focused his attention on his gaping ass.

   "I have a condom around here somewhere," Francis began.

   "No," Nick said, feeling up Francis' muscular, hairy thighs. His hair
got caught in Nicks' fingers, and the boy's gentle touch made the man
weak. "Go in raw. I want to feel everything this time."

   Francis nodded. "Alright, baby." He grabbed his cock and began to lead
it to Nick's hole, spitting on his dick in order for it to go in as
smoothly as possible. Francis felt nervous, as if this was his first
time. But he knew it was because it was the first time that they were about
to fuck each other knowing how the other felt. Francis felt as if he had
something to prove to Nick--to prove to him that he was a man enough for
Nick, and that he was truly in love with him.

   Nick grabbed his own balls with one hand and jacked himself slowly with
the other as Francis spoke. "I'm going inside," he warned him, his voice
raspy and hot.

   "Okay," Nick replied. Francis' arm came back beside him and Nick wrapped
his legs slowly around the stud's waist, the balls of his feet gently
brushing against Francis' bare ass.

   When the hot tip pushed its way inside of Nick, he let out a high moan
and banged his head against the cushion of the seat--there was something
about Francis' dick that pleasured him more than anyone else's. Perhaps it
was even more so now, since he knew Francis craved nobody but him; that his
erection was throbbing not at the prospect of sex, but because Francis
loved him as a person, and was desperate to please him.

   "Am I hurting you?" Francis asked, concern in his voice. Every way he
touched Nick was different now.

   "No, it feels good," Nick said, closing his eyes and feeling the jock's
dick throb inside of his ass. "Deeper."

   Francis pushed more of himself inside, groaning as Nick's tight anus
wrapped itself around his shaft. His soft flesh hit the tip of his dick and
made him ooze pre-cum, and made his balls hurt.

   "Oh shit," Francis whispered, feeling his dick pulse violently inside of
Nick.

   "Oh god," Nick moaned, "that's so good."

   "You're so tight."

   Nick smile at him. "You're just really big."

   Francis laughed nervously, wondering if he'd be able to last for
long. When he was halfway inside of Nick, he told him he was going to push
harder.

   "Do it."

   When Francis pushed, Nick squealed in pain and pleasure, but urged
Francis not to stop.

   "It's only because it's so tight in here," Nick answered him, signaling
the small space around them. There wasn't much legroom with Nick's back
still against the lowered seat.

   "I'll go slowly, just for you," Francis moaned, feeling the twink's
heart beating through the inside of his ass.

   Nick felt the stud's member shudder inside of him. Finally, Francis
began to pull out, and then pushed back in, beginning to fuck him slowly.

   "Uhhhhnnnnn..." he groaned, feeling Francis' dick tense up. "Fuck!"

   "Is that okay?"

   "Yeah. Keep going."

   Francis did it again, beginning to pick up the speed. He put his hand on
the seat of the car and the other against his own ass, pushing himself into
Nick's asshole. He rhythmically pumped himself in and out, feeling the
teenager's body change to each motion and listening to him moan in
exhilaration. His balls slapped hard against Nick's ass, causing Francis to
grunt in pain, and making Nick whine in pleasure.

   "It feels so good, Francis."

   "You like that, baby?"

   "Yes, daddy."

   "Shit," the jock sighed. "You're tight as fuck."

   Nick had his hand to his dick and with his other, he felt up Francis'
hairy groin, pushing his way up through his shirt and rubbing the stud's
rigid six-pack. His abs were hard like rocks, and the soft hair over it
felt nice against his fingers. There was sweat on his abdomen and as
Francis picked up the pace, Nick closed his eyes and clenched his jaw,
bracing through the pain. He wanted to please the man and let him do
whatever he wanted.

   "Uhhnn..." Francis moaned, suddenly slowing down. "Almost came." He
leaned over Nick and kissed him, then slobbered his lips over his chin and
then down his neck. He moved his face over Nick's chest, and began to
unbutton his shirt, with his cock still balls deep inside of Nick,
trembling with each passing second.

   "Just rip it off," Nick said, desperate to feel the jock's touch on his
skin.

   "You sure?"

   "Yeah, do it. I don't care."

   In one swift motion, Francis ripped the twink's shirt open, breaking the
buttons and revealing his toned, sweaty body. Francis smiled at the sight
of his skin, and immediately began kissing him. He licked his chest and
sucked on his erect nipples, making Nick sigh out in bliss. Then, Francis
moved down and kissed his abs, licking the sweat off of him and his pubes.

   "Oh fuck me," Nick moaned. "Just fuck me."

   He kissed the inside of Nick's thigh and then pulled himself half out,
and pushed back in hard.

   "Uhn!"

   Francis huffed hot air, pulling out again and ramming his cock deep
inside. He grunted in pain, feeling the flesh of Nick's anus clench tight
around his throbbing member. He continued the motion, fucking Nick nice and
deep, slapping his loose balls hard onto his ass. They dangled like balls
on a chain, filling with semen as Francis' hunger for him grew.

   Nick was holding onto his butt cheeks with both hands, exposing himself
to Francis like a whore. Nick was unable to jerk himself off with the pain
of Francis' 8-inch cock pummeling his asshole. He could feel Francis' body
shake and his deep, erotic groans made him seem like he was just a horny
teenager, trying to breed with his bitch.

   "You're so hot," Nick murmured, feeling Francis abs with his fingers and
playing with his pubes.

   "So are you," he whispered back, taking Nick's shoes off and pulling his
pants over his feet. He threw them into the back seat of his truck. He ran
his hands down Nick's bare legs and squeezed his ass, plowing him hard with
the length of his shaft. His groin smacked into Nick's butt, turning it
red. Then, Francis spanked him, putting handprints on his fat cheeks.

   "Uhhn! Yeah, daddy. Just like that. Be rough."

   Francis' dick rammed into him again, faster and faster this time: His
cock was picking up speed and beginning to really pound Nick's tight little
ass. The fat meat rod penetrated Nick's body deeper with each blow. It was
so hot, warming Nick's body up and making the friction of each other's skin
feel even better.

   Nick's waist trembled as the raging stallion cock rubbed against his
prostate and its big head hit far up his asshole with a tremendous
force. The jock was humping the teenager so hard, both arms latched onto
Nick's thighs, desperate to fuck something. He was breathing heavily
against Nick's face like a panting dog.

   They looked into each other's eyes as they fucked. Francis' loose hair
began to fall onto Nick's face, brushing his skin and beginning to get
soaked with both of their sweat. Francis didn't even care. He just kept
fucking Nick, keeping his feet planted on the ground and pushing himself
deeper and deeper into Nick's anus, desperate to fuck him. His cock was
expanding and shaking inside of Nick, lubricating his walls. He was piling
himself onto the boy like a horny animal, his pants bunched up around his
ankles.

   Francis kissed him hard. His spit entered Nick's mouth and his soft lips
squeezed the juices from Nick's lips. Then, as he withdrew his cock from
Nick's asshole and slapped his hard rod against his balls, he whispered
into Nick's ear with his hot, horny breath. "Turn around. I wanna take you
from behind."

   Nick nodded, smiling uncontrollably. The sight of his teeth also made
Francis grin. "Okay," Nick said. "Do it."

   Francis helped flip him over, spreading his hands up Nick's shirt and
feeling his smooth, toned back. He put his own body overtop of Nick's,
while his cock snaked in-between Nick's legs and flopped against the
teenager's dick. The two hard members rubbed against each other, making the
boys giggle. Francis breathed on Nick's neck, sucking on his earlobe and
kissing his body. Next, Francis' rough hands came back around and played
with Nick's nipples, pinching them gently and playing with his pubes.

   "Mmmmm, fuck," Nick muttered, feeling Francis' hard cock rub against his
own, and his big hands caress his chest. His abs and groin were pressed
against his back and ass, and his big pecs were digging into him. Both
their balls were loose and hanging low, bumping into each other as Francis
dominated him.

   "Love it when you swear," Francis said.

   "Fuck me, daddy," Nick answered, looking back at him and locking lips
before saying it again, "Fuck me hard."

   "Grab onto the seat," Francis commanded him.

   Nick did as he was told, letting his man take over.

   With one swift movement, he felt the jock enter him. Nick squealed in
surprise, but more of pleasure than pain. He liked it rough. The weight of
the man came over top of him and as Francis piled on even deeper, he felt
the hunk's fingers dig into the flesh of his waist, prepping him to brace
himself.

  Then, Francis began pounding away like a madman. He humped him over and
over, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the truck like a
broken CD. It was interrupted only by Francis' own horny grunts and Nick's
muffled screams of ecstasy as he bit down into the leather seat like it was
a gag.

   "Fuck me!" his voice came, as his head began to hit the roof of the
truck. Each thrust from Francis pushed his leaking penis further up into
Nick's body than the last time, and it pushed his entire body up onto the
seat, despite Nick's hard hold on it. The man was a force of nature,
reckless when it came to getting his nut.

   Each thrust also caused Nick's head to hit the roof, like added pain for
the thrill of the fuck he was getting from behind. Then, once Francis
slowed down a bit, he realized he was practically launching his boyfriend
off of the seat entirely.

   "I'm hurting your head," he murmured, still inside of Nick. He clenched
his ass as his gentle voice whistled against the sweat on his neck.

   "A little."

   "Shit, I'm sorry, babe."

   "It's fine. We can move."

   "I got it, wait." He withdrew his cock and pulled up his pants a bit. He
opened the door of the car and helped Nick outside. "Here."

   The cool air felt good on their sweaty skin. Francis stood on the dirt
road, rubbing Nick's butt as he positioned him.

   "I have a better idea," Nick suggested.

   "What?"

   "Fuck me on the hood of your car."

   Francis smiled. "You serious?"

   "Yeah."

   "What if someone sees us?"

   "There hasn't been a car for a while. And we'll duck if we hear one."

   Francis gave in. "Alright. Let's do it." The jock pulled up his pants
and walked to the front of the truck with Nick, both their hard dicks
waving in the air. Then, Francis pushed his pants to his ankles and looked
at Nick hard, taking in the fact that from the waist down, Nick had nothing
on but his socks. Next, Francis helped push Nick onto the front hood of his
truck. The cool metal felt nice on Nick's skin, and Francis' rough, hairy
legs against his gave him goose bumps. He was flat on his stomach against
the truck, with his legs planted on the grill, in front of Francis'.

   "You good, baby?"

   "Yeah. Put it inside me."

   Francis smiled. "Then hold onto something," he said, "because I'm gonna
fucking pound you."

   Nick bit his lip, watching as Francis lined his fat, stiff cock to
Nick's asshole and began to push into him.

   "Uhhhhhhhnnnnn!" Nick moaned, throwing his head back and feeling himself
get thrown against the hood by Francis' muscular groin. The rest of his
dick came in with full force--Francis was horny and desperate to fuck.

   "Oh fuck!" Nick yelled, barley able to breathe as the whole eight inches
of his hard meat forced itself up into his anus, pulverizing his prostate
and reaching the deepest part of his puckering hole. The thick pole slid
easily inside, slicked with both their fluids. It was as hard as a rock.

   "Shiiiitt..." Francis whispered, waiting for this dick to settle inside
Nick's ass. He breathed quickly for a while before drawing himself in and
out.

   "Uhhnnn... yeah, fuck me like that."

   Francis had his knees on the edge of the truck's bumper, lined up on the
outside of Nick's tumbling legs. He lifted Nick's ass with each pounding,
pressing it against his own groin, and 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, screaming him not to stop like a little 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
twink's heart begin to beat even faster.

   The truck 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 and spanking him.

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

   Francis couldn't say anything. His moans and heavy breaths were loud
enough to tell Nick he was enjoying every minute of it. Francis began
thrusting hard and fast again, as if he were a dog mating with bitch in
heat. He slapped Nick's ass again, and then put his hands against Nick's
soft back, grabbing him by his shoulders and using it to push Nick hard
against his cock as they fucked.

   Nick almost yelled as the friction of Francis' hot dick rubbed the
inside of his ass. There was a fast jerking motion that slammed Nick harder
into the truck as Francis pounded him even faster. Nick yelled in ecstasy
as Francis groaned in pleasure. He let out a horny laugh and then kissed
Nick's bare shoulder, ripping his shirt off and kissing his face. They
breathed on each other, feeling their bodies mold together, slipping and
sliding against the other's sweat.

   Nick was in heaven. He could feel the giant cock fill up his ass while
Francis' thick pubes pressed against his cheeks. His big balls smacked into
Nick's own as he moved his waist in and out. The pre-cum of Francis' dick
leaked inside of him, and allowed the cock to move faster and harder. Nick
arched his ass further, wanting to give his swollen balls breathing room,
but Francis pushed Nick hard against the hood, fucking the little boy with
wild, primitive instincts and pure power.

  "I love you so much," Francis said, leaning close and breathing into
Nick's ear. He squeezed Nick's ass, holding onto it like a peace of
meat. "You and your fat fucking ass."

   Nick laughed, moaning as he did. "I love you, Francis."

   "Yeah, you like that? You like my cock?"

   "Yeaahhh daddy..." Nick groaned, feeling the thick meat tear in and out
of his hole while Francis gripped hard with his big fingers. "I love your
big fucking cock," he said, lying on the hood as the hard, hotrod expanded
his anal cavity and ripped through his entire body.

   Francis was humping hard, pounding his piston-cock in and out like a
pendulum. He didn't say a word, panting quickly with short, shallow
breaths. Sweat began to drip off Francis' face and fall onto Nick's
neck. Francis slicked back his hair, using his sweat to keep it in place.

   When Nick looked back to his lover, all he saw was Francis' head coming
up and down, his fat, pink lips wide apart and his eyes narrowed down on
Nick's face as he panted for air. The sound of the truck creaking, and the
stud's balls smacking against his ass, echoed across the deserted
road. Francis' desperate humping, his hard, heavy breaths and the horny,
manly look he had was too much for Nick.

   "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" His cock was pointed downwards on the edge of the
good, hitting the grill each time Francis pounded him.

   "Yeahhh, cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy. I fucking love you."

   Nick's balls had been aching the entire time, squashed in-between his
dick and Francis' hard, muscular groin. But right then, he felt them sear
in pain as they pushed a load of sperm up through his waist and into his
dick. His member throbbed, jumping up into the air and shooting watery jets
of cum all over the hood of Francis' truck. The stream of hot, sticky semen
continued, leaking across Nick's cock and the front of the car with thick
strands. Some caught Francis' hairy thighs as the boy ejaculated, coating
his legs in his boyfriend's spunk.

   "Uhhhnnn! Oh fuck!" Nick exclaimed, feeling his ass tighten.

   Even as Nick came, Francis continued pummeling Nick's hole, humping his
ass and thrusting his cock deep inside him the entire time. "Arrrrggghhhh!"
Francis groaned, feeling the twink's ass clench hard against his cock,
milking out every bit of sticky pre-cum inside the walls of his meaty
flesh, and squeezing the dick's veins shut with force. Despite the pain,
Francis couldn't stop himself from pumping in and out of Nick.

   Nick's ass shaking and squeezing Francis' cock got the stud over the
top. His hips bucked and his muscles flexed. With a huge jerk, his low,
loose balls jumped. His groin convulsed and his dick turned numb with
euphoria.

   "I'm fucking cumming," Francis said weakly, barely able to get his voice
out.

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

   "Ohh fuck!" Francis pushed himself up onto Nick, squishing his whole
body onto the hood. Huge, powerful pumps of hot cum filled Nick's ass,
bubbling and oozing. But nothing dripped out of his hole--Francis' dick was
too big for that. The jock 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, still clinging on, fucking slowly and deep.

   He clung to his boyfriend, his lover, their faces pressed onto the other
as they made out with Francis' manhood twitching and jerking inside Nick's
deepest, most private parts. They breathed heavily, taking in each other's
scent like inhaling from a cigarette. They were addicted to each other in
the moment, relishing in the taste of their mouths. Francis began to soften
inside of him, feeling Nick relax under his embrace as the throbbing pain
of sex began to subside. Despite the pain of receiving all of Francis, Nick
loved every moment of it. It swelled through his body like no other
pleasurable feeling and knowing that he had serviced his man and gotten him
over the edge was a more than satisfying reward.

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

   Francis looked at him. "Holy shit, babe. That was amazing."

   Nick nodded, smiling at him with a pink face. "That was the best,
Francis." He turned around, facing Francis with both their dicks still
leaking.

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

   "I love you," Nick whispered to him, in between their sloppy kisses. He
loved the way it sounded.

   "I love you more," Francis moaned, feeling Nick's soft skin. "You wanna
cuddle before we head back?"

   Nick smiled, nodding his head. "Yes, please."

   Francis smiled. He stood over Nick for a while, his thick legs around
his, and then continued to kiss him. Then, he decided it was time they
headed inside. He pulled his boxer briefs back up and tucked his member in
as best he could. Nick helped him, smiling as he held Francis' soft cock in
his hands. Francis buttoned Nick up and as they walked back to the door, he
threw his pants into the backseat and handed Nick his briefs. He quickly
put it on and then the two of them sat in the back of the truck, pant-less.

   "I should clean that up," Nick said, looking at the cum that still lay
on the hood.

   "I'll do it for you," Francis said, getting out of the truck with a box
of tissues.

   "Oh, alright. Thanks."

   Francis smiled at him, winking.

   When he finished, Francis sat back inside and let Nick clamber onto
him. They sat there with their bodies pressed on another, Francis' arms
tight around his boyfriend as they lingered in each other's embrace.

   "You broke your pants," Nick suddenly said, also remembering a button or
two fly off of his own shirt when Francis had ripped it off.

   He laughed. "Who even gives a fuck, anymore. I'll duct tape it, if I
have to."

   Nick laughed at that, letting his head fall against Francis' sweaty
chest. "You're such an idiot."

   He grinned. "Yeah, but I'm your idiot."

   Nick nodded at that, letting his fingers intertwine with
Francis'. "Yes. Yes you are."

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