Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2016 00:40:48 -0700
From: Scott Goulding <scottgoulding123@gmail.com>
Subject: Jocks of the South: Nick Evans Part 8

#8: Keeping Warm

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Nick Evans
Part 8: Keeping Warm
By Scott Goulding
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The same morning that Matt was leaving for California, Nick awoke to a sore
feeling up his ass and his head pounding. He was a little hungover but it
was the rough fucking he'd received by the two McCarthy brothers that had
him hurting the most. By the time Nick had showered, he realized that
Matt's plane had left. He was on his way back to college, and Nick wasn't
sure if he'd ever see him again. It was a strange, empty feeling, but what
stayed with him most was what Matt had said about Francis: he cared about
Nick more than either of them had thought he did.

   That was when Nick decided. He pulled on a tight pair of briefs, pulled
on some baggy jeans and a matching shirt, then made his way out of the
house. He began his way to Francis' home, hoping to surprise him. He wanted
to check up on him to see if he was alright, and whether he was angry at
him for having slept with Matt. Francis hadn't actually talked to him about
it just yet.

   Despite working with his brother to fuck the shit out of Nick, the
teenager sensed some hostility. Francis hadn't been as open as he usually
was with Nick during sex, and he was only in it last night for the
pleasure. Nick wanted to know whether things between them were cool, and he
also felt the need to apologize for going behind his back to sleep with his
brother. Both their cocks had been inside the same hole and mouth, and he
figured it must have freaked Francis out a bit.

   Matt's flight left at noon, but it was almost four by the time Nick made
it to the McCarthy ranch. The unusual warm weather they'd been having was
gone, and it had been raining hard that morning. By now, it had let up, but
Nick wasn't sure for how long. Unfortunately for Nick, that meant he
wouldn't get to see Francis skinny-dipping or sun-bathing anytime soon.

   Nick knew something was up when he got to the farm. Francis' truck was
parked abnormally close to the house, and there was a bunch of gear loaded
up in the back. He saw Francis marching in and out of the house with a few
bags and cases. He was wearing a camo-print pair of jeans that were tight
on his legs, big hiking boots, and other than a loose, unbuttoned
camouflage vest to match, he was basically shirtless. His muscular body was
drenched in rainwater and his fuzzy body hair was slicked with sweat. A
ball cap was placed over his messy brown hair and there was a large bulge
in his pants--both his ass and his dick looked huge. As Francis loaded up
the last of his stuff, Nick was sure he spotted a shot gun in the truck.

   Francis saw Nick as he drove in. He wiped some sweat and water from his
body before Nick parked and got out of the car. Francis nervously made sure
his face was clean and that his skimpy vest was unbuttoned. For some
reason, he felt the need to look good for Nick.

   "Hey," Nick said, trudging carefully through the muddy grass.

   "Sup?" Francis smiled, walking towards him in a cocky way.

   "Are you leaving too?" Nick asked, a little distraught.

   "Uh, yeah. For a day or so. I was going to go hunting in the woods, and
camp out for a night."

   "Ohh..." Nick replied, a little relieved. He barely managed the thought
of losing Matt but if Francis had left too, Nick would have been
devastated. He tried not to stare at the stud's bare, hairy chest as he
talked. But the large lump in his pants was just as distracting. "Do you go
camping a lot?"

   "Not really," Francis said, moving towards his truck as he packed the
last bag. Nick watched the stud's tight ass move through his tight, green
jeans. "I usually only go to clear my head or when I need some space from
home."

   "Oh."

   Francis hoped Nick didn't take it personally. But the look on his face
made the jock's chest pound. He didn't like seeing Nick like that.

   "Did you..." Francis began, "...wanna come with me?"

   Nick felt himself smile, surprised by the stud's offer. "I--uh, okay! I
mean, are you sure?

   Francis grinned. "Yeah. It'll be nice to have some company."

   "Yeah. Okay. I'd love to go... but I'd have to ask my parents--"

   "Cool," Francis replied, unable to control the happy look on his
face. He felt butterflies in his stomach, and his heart began pounding
quickly. Was Nick making him feel this way?

   "Francis..." Nick said, getting to the real reason he was here. He
wanted to set things right before they went anywhere together. "I wanted to
apologize... for sleeping with Matt."

   Francis' eyes widened. "Oh, uh, don't sweat it man. I mean... we weren't
exclusive or anything. I shouldn't have freaked out over it. I'm the one
who should be apologizing," he said, getting closer to Nick. He wanted to
put his hands over Nick's and explain to him what he was feeling at that
moment, but he remembered that his parents were still in the house.

   "Yeah, but this was your brother. It was probably weird for you. And I'm
sorry."

   It was weird for Francis. There was something about Nick that made
Francis not want to share him with anyone else. What had happened last
night between the three of them was just Francis' horniness taking control,
and a sort of goodbye gift for Matt before he left. And the sex between him
and Matt that same morning was just another example of his uncontrollable
sex drive. He was a man, which meant that he needed to plough things with
his massive cock pretty regularly.

   "No, its fine," Francis lied to him, trying not to let his voice
crack. He didn't like the idea of Nick sleeping with other people, but he
couldn't raise any suspicions. "I don't care about who you fuck."

   Nick was taken aback. There was an edge to Francis' voice that spooked
him. Nick felt as if Francis was just trying to be tough. "I'm not fucking
anyone else. And... I don't think me and Matt are ever going to... you
know... ever again."

   Francis tried to hide his smile. He didn't do a very good job, but he
used the excuse of packing his things to prevent Nick from seeing
it. "Oh. Alright."

   Then Francis changed the subject, wanting to talk about anything other
than Matt. This was Francis' time to spend with Nick, and he wanted it to
stay that way. "So... you ever go hunting before?"

   "Uh, no."

   Francis nodded. "Well, you have shot a gun before?"

   Nick was silent.

   "You haven't?"

   "I'm still in high school!"

   Francis smiled at him. "That's fine, dude. I'll teach you
how. Just... don't tell your parents."

   Nick grinned, enjoying the thought of Francis trying to teach him
something. "I'll only tell them we're camping. It'll be our secret."

   Francis liked that. "Yeah, man. Our secret."

   Before anything else happened, Nick got his parents permission while
Francis grabbed some extra camping clothes from upstairs. He returned
outside with a big jacket for Nick to wear.

   "They said it's fine," Nick said, trying to talk over the noise of the
returning rain. It wasn't exactly camping weather.

   "Cool," Francis replied. He quickly let Nick into the truck and started
to pull out, driving down the muddy road. It was much warmer inside his
car.

   Nick shook the water from his head while Francis wiped his bare, hairy
chest. "You're like a dog," the jock laughed, looking at Nick dry himself.

   "Shut up," Nick teased.

   "Yeah? You gonna make me?" he said, rubbing his thigh without realizing
it. More water dripped down his perfect, stubbly face and onto his rigid
pecs. His hairy abs were crunched up and slick, shining in the few rays of
light. Nick had the urge to sit on his lap and lick the stud dry, but he
tried to contain himself.

   "Maybe."

   "Well then," Francis said, lightly punching Nick's shoulder. "Maybe I'll
have to beat the shit of you, then."

   Nick scoffed. "Yeah right. You'd never hurt me."

   Francis was silent for a while. "You're right, I wouldn't do that. But
that doesn't mean I won't spank you." he said, laughing a bit.

   They drove quietly, an awkward moment between the two of them, but it
was an awkwardness that Nick liked. It made him feel closer to Francis.

   They drove like that for a while, until Francis asked what kind of music
Nick liked, trying to tune the radio.

   "Some pop, a bit of rap. Electronic too."

   Francis nodded. "You like country?"

   "No, not really."

   Francis laughed. "Me neither." The jock put on some music for them to
listen to, but when they started talking about Nick's plans for university,
Francis listened intently, occasionally throwing quick glances up and down
Nick's body. Nick did the same, taking care to only do it when Francis was
making a turn or focused on the road. They were headed deep on a gravel
road through the woods, and it was getting dark quick. Nick wondered just
how far in they were going.

   "You're not taking me into the woods to murder me, right?" Nick asked,
trying to crack a joke.

   "Nah, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it ages ago."

   Nick laughed again, watching the stud drive with ease. He was desperate
to climb onto his body and ride him like a horse. But Nick was once again
forced to control himself. The rising stiffy in his pants, however, was
suggesting otherwise.

   When they finally came upon legal hunting ground, it was pretty
dark. Francis swore under his breath. "I should have left earlier."

   "Then I wouldn't have been able to come with you," Nick reminded him.

   Francis smiled. "Yeah. Guess you're right." He parked his truck on the
side of the road where there was some room, then got outside, where it was
beginning to drizzle again. "We'll set up camp for tonight and I'll teach
you a bit about guns before we go to bed. We can go hunting in the
morning."

   "Sounds good," Nick said, secretly wondering if the two of them would be
sharing a tent. He hadn't seen Francis bring in another one, except that he
had brought down a second sleeping bag. He hoped the jock liked to sleep
nude.

   Nick helped Francis take some things out of the truck, but he insisted
on doing it himself.

   "Don't worry, I got it," he said, smiling at Nick. He lifted some of the
equipment easily with one arm, showing off his large biceps and beefy
pecs. Nick hoped Francis was trying to get him horny on purpose. Nick took
some stuff anyway, following the jock down the overgrown path. The trees
made everything around them dark, and they walked through it for about
twenty minutes before Francis brought them to a spot he liked. After their
long trek, Nick was glad he wore his tough boots that day.

   "Here's nice," he said, showing him to small empty patch of ground that
was free of any trees. There was a pile of old, burnt firewood in the
centre, surrounded by ashes. Francis dropped his stuff and cocked an
eyebrow. "You know how to set up a tent?"

   Nick nodded. "Yup. I've gone camping before."

   Francis smiled. "Cool. You wanna set it up while I get some firewood?"
he asked, adjusting the shot gun slung across his broad, bulky
shoulders. He slicked back his damp hair and gave Nick a long stare while
he scratched his pubes and adjusted the junk in his pants. He was
definitely getting horny.

   "Uh, yeah. Sure," he replied, turned on by the fact that he was alone in
the woods with a hot, horny jock. "How many tents are there?" he asked,
secretly trying to think of how he'd seduce the stud that night.

   "Just one."

   Nick tried to hide his smile. "Alright. That's easy," he said, knowing
that with only one tent, it'd also be much easier to get the hunk's
attention.

   "Kay, see ya in a few."

   He grinned, watching his tight ass as he went off into the trees. "See
you."


It was about half an hour when Francis returned with some old logs, large
branches and dry twigs. Nick had completely set up camp by then and was
overjoyed to see that the tent they were sharing was meant for just one
person. Francis started the fire while Nick pulled out their sleeping bags.

   When the fire was set, Francis pulled off his camo vest, using it to
wipe his damp, hairy torso. Despite the trees that sheltered them from the
rain, it was still cold, and Francis eventually pulled on a tight sweater
that showed off his ripped arms and large chest. He caught Nick staring but
didn't say anything. He'd been looking at Nick's ass the entire time he was
bent over a backpack full of food anyway, so he thought they were even.

   Then, Francis got rid of his hot jeans, temporarily wearing just his
boxer shorts. Nick caught a few glimpses of his fat ass and bulging dick
before he put on a pair of long-johns. They made the stud look way cuter,
and it was nice to see him bulge through the cotton. Francis picked at his
stirring dick a few times, trying to imagine anything else but Nick's own
body as he changed into some warmer night clothes. But nothing he did
helped.

   Eventually, the two guys pulled out a few cans of food and warmed it by
the fire, talking to each other about whatever they could think of. Night
fell fast, and it wasn't long until Nick got a bit horny. He was eager for
Francis to make a move, but after waiting a good while, Nick thought it was
time to take matters into his own hands.

   Nick began rubbing his arms, which were covered in a spare sweater that
Francis had lent him. He was also wearing one of the McCarthy's old fleece
jackets. Nick shook a little, trying to make it obvious enough for Francis
to notice.

   "You cold?" he asked.

   Nick nodded quickly.

   Francis was sitting on the ground, his legs spread wide apart for Nick
to see the bulge in his cotton tights. He tapped the spot next to him on
the floor. "Get over here."

   Nick scuffled over quickly, sitting close enough to him that their
bodies touched. Despite being fully clothed, he still liked it when he
rubbed up on Francis, and it got his dick hard.

   The jock scooted closer to Nick, so that their legs were almost
intertwined. "Stay close to me and the fire. You'll get better."

   "Th-thanks," Nick said, smiling to him.

   Francis messed up Nick's hair, grinning at him. "No prob." Then, he took
a sip from his beer. Before he put it down, he gave Nick a quick look and
offered him the same can.

   Nick stared back at him, not sure if he should take it.

   "Go ahead."

   Nick still wasn't sure.

   "No one's around, Nick. It's just the two of us."

   Nick smiled. He reminded himself that being alone with a horny jock was
something he'd dreamt about for years. And it was even better that they
were surrounded by miles of forest, undisturbed by anyone.

   "Alright." He took the can out of Francis' big hand and took a sip,
tasting Francis' warm saliva on the metal. The beer tasted foul to him, but
he didn't really mind all that much. It was the fact that he was taking a
sip from Francis' can that made him feel good.

   Francis laughed, looking at the disgusted look on Nick's face. "You were
eager to down a few cans of these last night."

   Nick nodded, a bit embarrassed. "I was trying to impress both of you."

   Francis frowned, letting Nick keep the beer. "You don't have to do that,
Nick. I like you just the way you are."

   Nick's heart fluttered, skipping a beat. Had Francis really just said
that? Francis also seemed a bit off-put, realizing what had just come out
of his mouth. But he reminded himself, it was just the two of there out
here. Alone.

   "You... do?"

   Francis nodded, looking off into the distance as if he was unsure of
himself. "Yeah. I like hanging out with you. Before and after
we... y'know..."

   "Well we usually don't hang out after we do it," Nick said.

   The jock looked guilty. "Yeah. I'm... sorry about that. I just... I'm
not entirely comfortable with our situation just yet. It's still new to
me."

   "I understand. You don't have to apologize."

   "But I should. You've been good to me. I mean, besides what happened
with Matt..."

   Nick blushed. He didn't like what he had done to Francis. He just didn't
know that Francis would've objected. Nick shivered again, this time really
feel a bit cold.

   Francis grinned at him again. "Your balls still freezing?"

   Nick nodded silently.

   Francis moved around, scooting behind Nick and wrapping him up in his
body. He sheltered him like a jacket, placing the boy in-between his two,
outstretched legs, and letting him rest against his bulging chest. Nick
felt warm by leaning into his body, and it was making him feel a certain
way toward the jock as he used his big muscles to warm the boy up.

   "That better?" Francis asked, his mouth dangerously close to Nick's ear.

   "Y-yeah," Nick mumbled, feeling something awakening in his pants.

   Francis rubbed Nick's arms, and brought his legs closer to Nick's,
trying to keep the boy close to him. "I shouldn't have brought you out
here."

   "N-no, I like it."

   "You don't seem like your having any fun. I didn't even get to teach you
anything tonight."

   Nick shrugged. "That's not your fault. It just got dark fast. We'll
start early tomorrow."

   "You still want to?"

   "For sure! I like hanging out with you too, y'know."

   Francis grinned, trying to hide his feelings. Then he nodded. "Sounds
good, then. We'll start early tomorrow."

   They were silent for a while. Then, Francis spoke again. "Oh, I almost
forgot." He reached a hand around to a backpack not too far away, fumbling
around in it for a while before he pulled something out of it. He showed
Nick a flat, small, white box. He handed it to Nick, who was thoroughly
surprised. Francis had got him a present?

   "What is it?" Nick said, taking the box with shaking hands.

   "Open it," Francis smiled.

   Nick took the lid off. Inside, was a neatly-folded jockstrap. It was a
light blue colour with white straps--identical to the one Francis had worn
the first time they had fucked. But Nick knew it wasn't the same. This one
had a price-tag on it that read $39.99. Had Francis had spent his own money
on a gift for Nick? Now that Nick thought about it, did Francis even have a
job outside of his farm?

   "Is this for me?"

   "Yeah. It's yours. Since... I kinda broke your other one. I was going to
give it to you before you left for California, but I guess now's as good as
ever."

   Nick looked up at him, smiling. He couldn't believe Francis had even
remembered breaking his jockstrap when they'd fucked in the bathroom stall
at the gym. And the fact that this was the same kind of jockstrap that
Francis had worn during their first time together...

   "You like it?"

   "Yes. A lot. Th-thanks, Francis."

   "No problem, man. I kinda owed you. Let me know if it fits and
everything--that it's not too tight on the boys. I wasn't sure of your
size."

   Nick looked back up to the stud's freckled face. Not for the first time,
Nick saw what looked like nervousness in the jock's eyes. "Do you... want
me to try it on? You can tell me if it looks good."

   Francis looked taken aback, as if he hadn't expected this at all. He
stuttered his answer. "I, uh, yeah, um, sure. I-it's a small," Francis
added lamely.

   Nick smiled. "It should fit. But I'll try it on."

   Francis got up, making Nick feel suddenly cold as his big, warm muscles
left his side. "I'll look away while you change," Francis said.

   Nick shook his head. "No, its alright. You can stare," he teased,
already beginning to pull down his jeans. "I mean... we're both guys..."

   Francis felt nervous. 'They were both guys...' that was exactly what
Francis had been worried about for the past few weeks.

   Francis couldn't help watch as Nick turned around, pulling down his
pants by the fire, slipping out of his briefs and showing his tight, white
ass to him. He bent down to get the briefs off, exposing his pink, hairless
hole to the jock. Francis felt his cock slither in his long underwear,
awakening to an urge he told himself not to act on. But he couldn't take
his eyes off the meaty white cheeks before him. And the fact that he had
Nick completely to himself out here in the woods made his mind swirl with
dirty thoughts.

   Nick slipped on the jockstrap. He put his balls and dick inside the
front, adjusting it a bit and grabbing the package to see if it fit
nice. Everything was nice and snug--and unlike the mesh ones he'd find in
the locker room before, this one didn't make his balls ache. It fit
perfectly.

   Nick adjusted the straps underneath his cheeks and turned around to face
Francis. His whole package was on display for the jock, and Nick knew he'd
given Francis enough view of his ass already. "It's a perfect fit. How's it
look?"

   Francis realized his mouth was watering. He wished he'd gotten a longer
view of Nick's ass. "I-it's, uh, it looks really nice on you. Real sexy."

   Nick smiled. He pulled his pants back on and sat in between Francis'
legs again. "Feels great. I think I'll keep them on a for a while," he
turned a bit pink, realizing that the imprint in Francis' tight pants had
gotten larger and more swollen. He'd turned Francis on, just by showing off
his ass.

   "You really like it? You're not just saying that?"

   Nick looked back at him, his lips close to Francis' face. "Yes,
Francis. I really mean it. I love them. Thank you."

   Francis blushed, looking awkwardly at his feet. "Your welcome, dude."

   Nick turned back around, leaning into this body again. The two boys
continued talking, while Nick downed some more beer. He could feel
something hard against his back, and the jock made no attempt of trying to
distance himself from Nick's body. Eventually, Nick began to doze off, and
Francis helped him up into the tent.

   Nick took off his pants, showing Francis his tight ass again. He kept
his shirt on and Francis tucked him into his sleeping back, fully aware
that his exposed ass would only be a few inches away from him throughout
the night. Nick would be sleeping in his jockstrap, and that turned Francis
on.

   Nick lazily watched Francis, a bit buzzed, as he ripped his sweater off
and threw away his long johns. He exposed his beefy, hairy body, which
rippled in raw muscle and power. Then, he too slipped into his sleeping
bag, giving Nick a wink before he zipped himself up.

   "Well... goodnight."

   Nick nodded, trying to stay warm in his sleeping bag by curling his
body. "Goodnight." He suddenly wished he'd worn a jacket or something
thicker overtop his shirt, and perhaps kept his pants on. He could hear the
patter of rain get louder over their tent, and before he knew it, he was
starting to shiver slightly. The noise of the bag rubbing up on the side of
the tent, and against Francis' sleeping bag, suddenly awoke the jock.

   "Are you cold, again?" he asked, feeling a bit chilly himself. Despite
his love of sleeping nude, even Francis thought to wear something to bed,
although it wasn't much. He mostly just didn't want to get a boner in front
of Nick.

   Francis turned over to face the teenager, a concerned look on his
face. As Nick turned to answer his question, he couldn't help but think
that Francis had worn this same innocent look the first time they'd
met. And the first time they'd fucked.

   "Uh... yeah. A little," he admitted, feeling embarrassed.

   Francis snuck his hands out of his bag and began to undo his zipper,
while cocking his head at him. "Come on over," he said, showing Nick to a
spot next to him in his bag. Nick was awestruck.

   "R-really?" he asked, beginning to undo his own zipper.

   "Yeah, man. I'm kinda cold too."

   As Nick smiled at him, he crept out of his sleeping bag, unable to look
away from the stud's meaty chest and rigid abs peeking through the
opening. There didn't seem like a lot of space for the two of them, but
that only encouraged Nick more.

   "Th-thanks," Nick muttered, sneaking into his bag as he tried to contain
the bulge in his jockstrap. He slipped inside, his ass facing Francis'
body. The jock scooched over to give him some space, while wrapping his arm
around him to zip the both of them up.

   "No problem, bro."

   Nick lay in next to him, his ass firmly planted against the hard, fat
member in his boxer briefs. The stud's beefy legs were sliding in-between
his and if Nick had been shirtless, he would have felt his fat pecs and
hard nipples against his back.

   "Wait," Nick said, suddenly pulling the shirt off of himself and
throwing it across the tent. Francis stared at him, wondering why he did
that. "Body warmth," Nick answered, hoping the jock would be okay with it.

   "Makes sense," he muttered back.

   Nick settled against his body, feeling the stud's massive muscles caress
and bulge around his body. The boy's dick stirred in his jockstrap, pulsing
against the fabric and longing to escape. Nick was lucky that Francis
couldn't see it.

   The jock's big pecs pressed up on his back, and his abs rested right
above his ass. He was basically cuddling with Nick, with a hard dick, and
an excuse for keeping him warm. Nick didn't object at all. His ripped arm
came over and zipped the both of them inside, and then wrapped itself over
Nick's small body. His hand rested inches away from Nick's bulge, however,
still touching his bare skin. The two boys lay next to each other, utterly
naked besides a pair of underwear. Nick couldn't let go of the fact that
Francis's boner was bulging through his boxers, and was resting against his
own bare ass.

   "Comfy?" Francis asked, his low, hot breath whispering into Nick's ear.

   Nick smiled, wishing that the jock's boner would never go away. The
large shaft was on Nick's butt cheek, throbbing with desire. Nick was sure
that the stud's boxers were a little wet.

   "Very," he said, suddenly feeling the stud's fingers graze his
package. Then, they rubbed up on his bulge, suddenly massaging his
balls. Nick mumbled his words as he felt pleasure jolting up his
body. "What... what are you doing?"

   "Nick... I'm horny."

   "...Huh?" Nick was still a bit sleepy, and the jock's fingers rubbing
against his dick and balls was making it hard to talk or understand
anything. He suddenly felt Francis' hand leave his junk and instead dig
it's way inside of his jockstrap, reaching his hardening penis and pulling
his foreskin down to rub his wet head.

   "I'm hard for you," Francis muttered, not sure what he was saying.

   "You're what?"

   Francis suddenly wished he hadn't said it like that. "I-I--I'm horny,
Nick. I'm getting hard. Could you... do me a favour?"

   Nick nodded before he could say anything else. His eyes were finally
opening, and the fact that one of Francis' hands was on his dick while
another was stroking his ass was more than what he'd expected from
him. "Sure, Francis. What... do you wanna do?"

   "Would you... would let me fuck you?" Francis asked, suddenly sounding
nervous. His mouth was pressed up against Nick's face, and his body was
beginning to get tense.

   Nick smiled at him. "Of course."

   Francis smiled back, grinning stupidly. It was a sight that made Nick's
heart flutter. Before Nick could do anything, Francis leaned in close,
putting his whole hand down Nick's crotch while staring at Nick's bright
brown eyes. Then, he put his lips's slowly over Nick's mouth, wondering if
he was allowed to. They were both a bit drunk, so Francis was feeling bold.

   Nick kissed him. He raised his face to Francis' level, sucking on his
lips and tasting his spit. Francis was on him, pressing hard on his body as
he continued to massage the boy's dick. His tongue then invaded Nick's
mouth, slobbering across his face and trying to taste every last drop of
the boy's saliva.

   "Uhhhnnn..." Nick moaned, feeling the jock tickle his piss-slit, sliding
his glans in-between two of his fingers.

   "A-am I hurting you?" he said, suddenly going up for breath.

   Nick shook his head. "No. You're just really good."

   Francis blushed. He wasn't sure if being good at pleasuring another man
was something he ought to be proud of.

   The jock continued, sucking on Nick's face and pushing on his mouth for
more. They made out for a while, tasting each other's spit and biting their
lips like men as Francis straddled Nick's body. Then, as he rubbed his
bulge on Nick's naked thigh, the boy pulled away. He was wide awake now,
wanting to pleasure the stud.

   "I want you to fuck me," he said, wondering if it was possible to do so
in the their sleeping bag.

   "You want me to?" Francis teased.

   "More than anything. B-but... I'm still a bit sore from yesterday..."
Nick said, remembering the vigorous fucking he'd received from both the
McCarthy boys.

   Francis grinned, pecking Nick's lips again. "I'll glow slow, and I'll be
gentle. I promise."

   Nick closed his eyes, smiling like he was in bliss. Just to hear Francis
say those words was enough to get him over the edge. He turned around to
expose his backside to the jock, letting him climb over his body. "Thanks."

   Francis kissed his neck, then snaked his mouth down Nick's spine. It was
difficult to do in their sleeping bag, but he squeezed and moved around,
reaching the small of Nick's back and sucking on his most gentle skin,
making Nick moan in ecstasy. "You don't need to thank me. Your body, your
rules."

   Nick liked that. He smiled back at him, arching his back and throwing
his ass into Francis' face. "Then I'm all yours. Do what you want with me."

   While the jock grinded his wet, bulging boxers on Nick's thigh, he
grinned at the twink like a horny schoolboy and began to rub his bright
white cheeks. They were so round and perky, bouncing and jiggling with each
touch Francis made. "You're so hot," he said to him.

   "No, you are."

   Francis kissed his ass cheeks, before pushing them apart with his
hands. "You're hotter, babe." The sleeping bag stretched and warped under
Francis' movement, but he was too horny to care. He exposed Nick's pink,
puckering hole. It was hairless and tight, waiting for Francis to enter
him. Nick was expecting a cock to ram his insides, but he was surprised by
what he felt first.

   "Oh shit!" Nick exclaimed, feeling a hot, wet tongue pierce his
asshole. "Ohhh fuck!"

   Francis laughed a bit, tasting the boy's anus with his dripping tongue,
while placing kisses on his warm entrance. "You like that?"

   "Fuck yeah. You're amazing," he said. This was the first time Francis
had kissed his hole like that.

   Francis continued licking him, spitting on his hole and then lapping at
his juices. His skin tasted good to him, and his soft flesh was perfect for
a good dicking. Francis sucked on him, pushing his ass cheeks further apart
to get deeper into him. Nick moaned into the sleeping bag, grasping at it
as the fat tongue lathered his ass with spit and entered his hole.

   "Ohhhh fuck!" Nick moaned again, pushing his butt further up into
Francis' face. The jock liked that and spanked him as he whined in
pleasure. Francis continued eating him out, moving his mouth down towards
the boy's scrotum, then back up to his sweaty hole, which was puckering in
anticipation, waiting for Francis to enter him.

   The stud gave his hole a few more flicks of his tongue before he pressed
it inside him, tasting his flesh.

   "Uhhhnnnn! That's amazing..." Nick said to him, writhing in the sleeping
bag.

   Francis grinned, lubing him his hole up with more spit. "You taste so
good," he murmured.

   Nick pushed his ass further into his face, letting the jock take full
control. Francis spanked him again before putting his hand up and down the
boy's crack. He licked two of his fingers then inserted them into Nick's
asshole, going slowly at first.

   "Oh shit!" he groaned, feeling the two large, manly fingers enter his
anus. They stretched out his sore hole, filling him up. The man's fingers
were warm and hard, and as Francis pushed them deeper inside of him, Nick
squirmed and shook. "Fuck, that feels good."

   "You want more?" Francis teased him, grabbing his ass with his free
hand.

   "Yes, daddy. Give me more."

   Francis smiled, giving the twink exactly what he wanted. He inserted
another finger, pushing the three of them harder into him, trying to go at
a slow pace. He pushed until no more could fit. Then, after he withdrew
them, he pushed them back in, fucking the boy slowly with his hand.

   "Uhhhnn!"

   "You're shaking," Francis said to him, rubbing his hands over Nick's
bare back and putting his body overtop to comfort him, trying to keep him
warm.

   "It just feels so good, with you on top," Nick answered, feeling the
stud's weight against him. He was being finger fucked while Francis leaned
over his body. It was hot being dominated by him.

   "So you're okay?"

   "Yes, daddy."

   Francis inserted his fingers once more, pushing into him deep, then
withdrawing to fuck him with it again. "Say my name, Nick."

   "Uhhhhnnn... Francis."

   "Louder. Say my name like you mean it. Tell me you want me."

   "Francis! Fuck me, Francis! I want you to fuck me hard with your big,
wet cock. Punish me, daddy."

   That was exactly what Francis needed to hear. All the doubts he had
about fucking Nick were gone as the boy cried out his name, begging to be
mutilated by the man's engorged, horny cock. Francis took his fingers out
and spanked the twink hard before he began to slip his boxers off. His
thighs were wide apart, flanking both sides of Nick's body, so it would be
impossible to slide them off. And with the sleeping bag still overtop of
them, Francis didn't want to expose Nick to the cold.

   Instead, Francis took his boner out through the fly of his boxers. He
pulled his balls out too, wanting to let the boys be as free as
possible. He rubbed his cock a few times before he spread Nick's cheeks
apart, feeling his trembling hole with his hands.

   "I don't have any lube or a condom."

   Nick arched his back again, showing his hole to Francis. "You can raw me
whenever you want, daddy. My hole is yours."

   "Are you sure, Nick? I don't want to hurt you."

   "Do it, Francis. I'm ready."

   Francis bit his lip, spreading Nick's cheeks apart as he held his
massive, eight inch slab of meat down so that he could fit it in his
hole. He smacked it hard a few times on his back and ass, making the boy
wince and moan in pleasure, waiting for the large shaft to enter his body
and prod the deepest, most darkest parts of his ass. Francis pulled at his
jockstrap and let it go quickly, whipping the boy with the elastic
waistband. Nick squealed, arching his back and giving the hunk more of his
ass.

   Francis held his massive tool in his hands. It was red hot and raw,
dripping with pre-cum as he guided the large, heavy schlong to Nick's
ass. "Okay," he murmured, watching Nick look back at him, horniness etched
onto his face.

   "Put it inside me," he begged, staring at Francis rub his cock. Francis
spat on his shaft, rolling it over his head and slick skin. His erection
throbbed with each heart beat, the veins of his member protruding as blood
filled his dick. Then, he touched the tip of his head to Nick's hole,
beginning to push his wet cock into the boy's cunt.

   "UHN!" Nick groaned, feeling the wide head pierce his asshole as it
entered him. It stretched his anus apart, digging into his tight, warm
flesh as it drove its way deeper inside of him. "Ohhhh fuck! Francis!"

   "Say my name, baby," Francis muttered, pushing more of himself into Nick
as he piled over top of his small body. "Oh fuckkk, you're always so
tight."

   "Uhnn... Francis..."

   "I'm right here, baby. I'll take care of you tonight." Francis drove his
shaft further in as he lay on top of Nick. His massive, meaty pecs crushed
Nick's body into the floor of the tent and his rough, rippling abs twitched
and flexed against his back. The stud's powerful arms wrapped around Nick's
body and held onto his shoulders, planting Nick onto his cock.

   The jock shoved himself into Nick slowly, entering him with moans of
pleasure and pain, for Nick's hole was just too tight.

   "FUCK! Francis!"

   "Am I hurting you?"

   "Yeah... but don't stop. Go all the way, daddy."

   Francis smiled, kissing the nape of Nick's neck and breathing his words
into his ear. "You want that cock inside of you, baby?"

   Nick nodded, pushing his ass further up against Francis' groin, feeling
his boxers and the long, fuzzy pubes that stuck out of them. "Yes,
Francis. Fuck me good."

   Francis grabbed Nick's ass from behind, rubbing his cheeks and pinching
his flesh with his big hands. "How do you want it?" Francis muttered,
breathing on his back as his body continued to flatten Nick down. He
slapped his ass, putting red handprints on his bright white cheeks.

   "Fast and hard," he whined, with Francis' penis throbbing in his
hole. The jock began moving his hips, letting his dripping member slip in
and out of Nick. It was hot and hard, filling his entire hole up. It barely
fit and was it not for Francis' spit, Nick's anus would have been burning
at the intense friction of the stud's slick, rubbery tool.

   "You like that?" Francis teased, spanking the boy again. He held
fistfuls of his ass, giving Nick the pain that he so desperately needed. He
wanted to be treated like a filthy slut by his daddy.

   Nick grit his teeth, unable to talk with the stud's massive dick deep
inside of him. It felt so good. "Yes, daddy."

   "You want me to go faster or is this okay?"

   Nick nodded, distracted by the sensational feeling of Francis' cock
leaking pre-cum into his hole. His head was red hot, hitting the top of
anus and pushing his body apart with it's huge size.  Francis had never
been this hard for him before. "Go faster. I can handle it."

   "Alright. Get ready, babe." Then, still surprising him, Nick felt
Francis shove himself deeper inside of his asshole, plugging him up and
slapping his ass with his groin and balls. He went all in, impaling the
twink with his veiny, eight-inch cock. Nick moaned in pain, but he enjoyed
every moment of it.

   "Damn... you take this cock like a man. You want it, baby?"

   Nick nodded, biting his lip and grasping at the bottom of their sleeping
bag. "Yes, daddy, you're perfect. Keep going, Francis. Be rough with me. I
can take it."

   "Alright, Nick. Shit, I'm so horny."

   Nick nodded, bracing through the pain of the man's enormous member as
Francis pushed himself even deeper inside. There was nothing Nick could
do--he was squashed against the ground by Francis' brawny, athletic body
and his bulky arms were keeping him in place. Francis' legs surrounded
Nick's thighs as he shoved himself in-between Nick's tight cheeks, grabbing
more fistfuls of flesh.

   Nick lay there with a warm, smooth dick in his asshole, pulsing hard and
expelling jizz into his anus. He felt the pain coursing up his ass, but it
felt so good being dominated by Francis, and he was willing to do anything
for him, especially when the jock was trying to hard to please him just the
way he wanted.

   Francis threw his head back, moaning silently as Nick serviced the head
of his penis by rubbing up hard against the stud's groin. He purposely
clenched his hole, trying to milk the fat member of all its cum.

   "Oh man... shit..." Francis groaned, holding onto Nick as he continued
to thrust into him. "Aww yeah, fuck..." he swore, slowly pulling his cock
out of Nick's hole. He got off of him for a moment and spat on his dick,
trying to lube himself up even more. He rubbed Nick's hole with his wet
fingers then let the tip of his cock slip silently inside.

   "Mmmhh..." Nick moaned, letting the muscular jock slide his thick meat
back inside his hole, making his anus expand and shake in pain and
pleasure. His hard, rigid head stabbed at his prostate, and then moved
further up through him, piercing his body like a long, wooden pole.

   "Fuuuuuckk!" Francis grunted, his mouth wide open as the twink's tight
flesh engulfed his whole, throbbing dick. The hunk grabbed onto Nick's
waist, trying to pull him closer. He made the teenager groan in ecstasy
while the boy's own dick leaked pre-cum through his jockstrap.

   Nick closed his eyes and concentrated on the warm, wet cock in his hole,
filling him up from behind, while Francis' entire body held him
close. Nick's anus clenched as Francis pushed, making the hunk wince and
moan as the flesh squirmed around his oversized dick.

   His big, sweaty balls hung low underneath, slapping against Nick's ass
as Francis put his hands through Nick's head and began thrusting his groin
hard against his butt. They whipped back and forth, loose, big and heavy
like a bull's testicles. They were full of testosterone and spunk, fuelling
Francis' ego and making his veins throb and pop with power and rage.

   "Shit, take my cock, Nick. Take that fucking dick."

   Nick looked up at his face, twisting his head back to watch the beefy
stud close his eyes in euphoria. He began to sweat as he worked hard to put
his wet member inside of the teenager. His abs were flexing, and his arms
bulged with muscle as he held onto Nick. His nipples were hard and his
rigid pecs were drenched in a film of sweat, making his smooth, tanned body
look like that of a god.

   "UHN!" Nick exclaimed, as Francis thrust into him hard, grabbing Nick by
the waist again and piling himself inside. He put his hands on the boy's
back, slowly taking his dick out and then shoving it back inside like he
was sticky old sock used for jerking off. Nick felt the cock impale him,
treating him like a sex slave and a horny, hungry young man. He wanted the
stud's dick even more, and he needed to be disciplined for his overwhelming
desire.

   "Use my hole, daddy," Nick told him. "Pound that ass..."

   Francis got even faster, tapping the boy's behind quickly with hard
force. "Yeah, baby... you like my cock?"

   Nick tried hard not to let the pain take over his body. He grinded
against Francis' crotch and let the stud's fluid movements massage his
insides.

   Francis took his spare hand and smacked Nick across his ass, grabbing
his neck and thrusting himself deeper inside. "Answer me, Nick. Tell me you
want my cock."

   Nick nodded, smiling as the jock punished him. "I want it," he mumbled,
making the stud grin as the warm hole clenched his cock. "I want your fat
cock deep inside of me."

   "Uhhhnnn... you feel amazing on my dick," Francis said, rubbing his
hands over Nick's sweaty body. Then he swept through Nick's hair, trying to
comfort him as he attacked his backside.

   Francis slapped Nick's plump ass once more, turning his pale flesh a
bright pink and causing Nick to squeal in pain. Then, the jock put both his
hands on the small of Nick's back, grabbing his waist hard and wrapping
Nick's legs with his own thick, hairy thighs. They flexed with hard muscle
and bulky meat, pinning the twink down on the floor as he leaned overtop,
thrusting himself deep and fast into Nick's cheeks, using the boy like he
was the last hole on earth for him to fuck.

   "Mmmmhhh!" Nick moaned, feeling the thick, hard rod of meat penetrate
his insides and rip through him. It reached the deepest part of his body,
slamming into his bladder and grinding his prostate to a pulp, over and
over again. The warmth of their flesh and the friction of Francis' vigorous
movements made Nick's anus heat up and throb, squirming in pleasure and
massaging the stud's fat, pulsing erection. Francis' hairy groin pressed
hard against Nick's ass, slapping hard on top of him and throwing a fat
sack of nuts around wildly in between them both.

   It hurt Francis' balls to fly around so erratically, slapping into hard
flesh and getting caught in-between his groin as he fucked Nick hard. But
Francis just held onto the twink's shoulders, trying to brace through the
pain like a man and take out his anger and sexual frustration on Nick's
squirms of pleasure and submission.

   "Dominate me!" Nick begged, feeling the stud pick up his pace.

   Francis did as Nick asked, putting one hand to Nick's mouth. He put
three fingers inside of him and pulled back on his head through his mouth,
stretching out his cheek. "Yeahhh... you wanna be punished like a bad
little faggot?"

   "Uhhnn... yes, daddy," Nick mumbled, as the fingers filled his mouth and
began to choke him. He loved it this way, and he needed more of it. No one
fucked him the way Francis did, and he loved him for it.

   Francis kept rhythmically pumping in and out of Nick's hole, pulling on
his mouth and keeping a tight hold on his shoulder to fuck his tight little
ass harder than ever. He groaned and grunted, slapping the twink's cheeks
and ploughing his boner up into his ass as his fingers filled the boy's
mouth. "Uggghhh!" he moaned, grunting as he shoved more of himself
inside. "Fuck!"

   Nick wailed in bliss as the thick erection stabbed his anal
cavity. Francis was still clambering over him, putting his whole body
overtop Nick and throwing his beefy hand into the teenager's mouth. He
continued fucking, drilling his hole as his cock ripped Nick's little body
apart.

   Francis' hard, bulging chest was pressed against Nick's shoulders, his
naked, hairy body warming his bare skin. His abs flexed against his back,
tickling Nick and sending shivers up his spine. Nick's asshole clenched,
squeezing the hunk's dick and making him wince in pain.

   "Fuckk. You like this, faggot? You like it when I fuck you like that?"

   Nick nodded, whining again. Sweat dripped down from Francis' face and
landed on his back and neck, running down his body.

   "Yeahhh, baby. I'm gonna breed your ass, bare. You're all mine." He
spanked him hard, making his ass bright red. "You belong to me, now. You
understand that?"

   "Yes, daddy," he replied, wishing every bit of it was true. He belonged
to no one else but Francis. The jock owned his hole.

   "You're so good to me, babe. You let me do whatever I want. You gonna
take this cock like a good boy?"

   He whined, moaning in thrill as the jock impaled his cock even
harder. "Yeah! Breed me!"

   Francis picked up speed, fucking Nick's tight little hole. His thrusts
were hard and fast, slapping into the boy's ass so hard that each pounding
was like a hard spanking. The fat pole inside Nick's anus expanded his
cavity, ripping through him fast and violently so that his whole body
jumped upward, skidding across the floor of the tent with the mans'
powerful movements.

   Francis pulled Nick's head back with his large fingers, while pushing
them deeper into the boy's mouth, making him choke and gag.

   "Uhhhhhhhhnnnnn! Oooohhhhhhh!" Nick moaned, closing his eyes as the pain
overtook him, making his dick hard and his balls ache. "Yeaaahhhh! Fuck
me!"

   Francis keep drilling his hole, pounding his little ass at full
speed. He was going so fast that the jock had to keep his mouth open,
panting for air as sweat dripped off his body like rain. He dug his hand
deeper into Nick's face and then with his other hand, spreading one of
Nick's legs up to better reach his ass while tightening the anus around his
erect cock. It gave him more space to fuck, causing Nick's ass to clench in
pain.

   "FUCKKK!" Francis exclaimed, slapping his butt and thrusting deeper into
Nick's hole. "I'm gonna cum!"

   Nick nodded, looking back at the jock as his whole body jerked. Francis
pushed himself up onto Nick, squishing his whole body into the floor. He
felt the hunk's huge erection jerk inside of his ass, stabbing at his
bladder as his whole body bucked and his hips gave a mighty thrust into
him. Nick heard himself scream in pain and pleasure, probably echoing
across the entire forest, announcing to the world that a man was cumming
inside of him.

   Huge, powerful pumps of hot cum filled Nick's ass, bubbling and oozing
it's way up inside his body. The jock kept thrusting fast and hard, moaning
Nick's name while grunting in pleasure. His thick hairy legs pressed
against Nick's waist and his hard nipples dug into his back. He kept Nick's
ass on his groin, and his fingers in his mouth, still clinging on, fucking
slowly and deeply like it was their first time together.

   "Awwwww.... fuckkk..." he moaned, biting Nick's earlobe and sucking on
it.

   The sperm filled Nick's body, squirting all over the place with each
thrust. Then, when Francis began to slow down, it started to drip little by
little out of his tight boy-cunt. Francis lay over top of him, their bodies
flat against one another as the stud fucked him and breathed against Nick's
face.

   "That was so good..." Nick muttered to him, feeling the jock's hot,
horny breath on his face. "I've always wanted to be fucked like that."

   Francis nodded, smiling like an idiot. "Well I like fucking your tight
little ass, Nick," he said, making Nick's heart skip several
beats. "There's nothing I love more."

   Nick turned his head to look at him, staring into his deep green eyes,
aware that while the man's hard cock was still far inside his body, their
lips were only inches away from one another. "Really? Not even... pussy?"

   Francis shook his head, looking back into Nick's eyes. "No," he said,
thrusting hard into him one last time. "Not even pussy can make me cum like
that."

   Nick and Francis were both blushing, though it was hard to see in the
dark. Then, Francis kissed him, sucking on his hot lips and exchanging
spit. He breathed hard on him, sticking his tongue against his and
wrestling with it, feeling every bit of his mouth. Francis pushed him down
again, feeling the boy's chest and nipples with his hands, then going down
to feel his developing abs.

   Nick suddenly broke free of the kiss. "You're... still hard," he said,
realizing that unloading his spunk just once may not have been enough to
satisfy his manly urge.

   Francis looked down at his dick, which was only half out of Nick's
hole. Sure enough, the monster was still erect. "Yeah."

   "So... you're still horny, then?"

   "Are you?"

   Nick knew the answer. Despite having shot enough pre-cum to look like an
actual load, Nick knew that he was too focused on pleasuring Francis to cum
himself. "Yes, I am."

   Francis grinned, licking Nick's lips. "Then what are we gonna do about
it?"

   Nick gave him a devilish smile. "Well... since you like my ass so
much... why don't you eat me out, while you fuck my mouth?"

   Francis looked surprised. "Damn. Sounds hot, but... how would we..."

   Nick kissed him once more. "I'll be on top of you, sucking your big
dick..." he said to him, feeling the stud's cock twitch with each word,
"while my ass is on your face."

   Francis rubbed Nick's body, feeling his warm, soft skin. "Deal."

   Nick instantly began moving, shuffling about in the sleeping bag so that
Francis hard, rigid body was beneath his. It was easy to move considering
how sweaty the both of them were, and feeling the stud's hairy muscles
brush against him made him even hornier.

   "A hundred bucks says I can make you cum," Francis said to him.

   Nick giggled. "Oh, I believe you."

   "Are you doubting my abilities?" Francis asked, spanking him once more
as his ass came around his face. He noticed that Nick's cock was still
fully hard for him inside his jockstrap. It turned the stud on.

   "No, I'm serious," Nick said. "Make me cum, and I'll do the same. In
fact... I'll swallow."

   Francis rubbed the boy's ass with his big hands, mesmerized by his plump
cheeks. "You got it, dude..."

   Nick pushed his ass down on Francis' face, feeling the hunk's nose and
wet lips dig into his crack, licking and spitting his way up and down. The
feeling was sensational, and Nick was still surprised at how eager the stud
was to eat him out. The jock pecked his fat ass cheeks, licking his soft
skin in-between desperate laps of his taint and tight little hole.

   "Mmmm..." Francis moaned, as he felt Nick's soft fingers graze over his
pink head. It was engorged and sticky with his cum and Nick's ass sweat. It
smelled sweet, like salty jizz and dirty, manly sweat. Nick licked it
eagerly, tasting the man's soft, warm fluids. He felt the jock tremble
under Nick's touch, his skin getting goosebumps.

   What Nick liked the most was seeing that Francis had been so desperate
to fuck him that he hadn't even waited to take his boxer briefs off before
doing it. Nick took them off himself, slipping them down his hairy,
muscular thighs so that he could get at the entire length of the stud's
hard dick and loose, bouncing balls. He sniffed his underwear, relishing in
the dirty, grimy smells that came with being a guy.

   Francis, meanwhile, buried his face into Nick's ass, pulling at his
jockstrap and whipping it back against his pink, perky cheeks. He could see
the boy's junk bulging through it, and so he removed his balls and penis
from the pouch, aroused by how hard and wet he was. His balls swung back
and forth, waiting to let out a load. Seeing it made Francis even
harder--giving him a feeling he couldn't explain.

   Francis serviced Nick's shaft a bit, pulling at his hard pole and
rubbing him up and down. Nick sighed in pleasure, and feeling the stud
stroke his balls was just as heavenly. Then, Francis licked the top of his
scrotum, teasing the teenager and making his whole cock jump up in a
frenzy. Slowly but surely, the ripped, hairy stud moved his fat, moist
tongue up Nick's hairless taint and into his bare ass crack, pushing away
the straps and focusing on his wet, cum-stained anus. It was still full of
the jock's seed.

   "Uhnnnn... yeah, daddy..." Nick moaned, feeling the man's tongue tickle
his puckering hole. Francis put his entire mouth over his crack, kissing
his wet, cum-filled cunt and tasting his sweaty juices with each eager
lap. He was loving every little taste of the boy's anus, and his eagerness
made the teenager shudder in bliss, especially as his big hands continued
to rub his cheeks up and down, slapping his ass every so often. The sound
of his spanks were loud enough to be heard even outside the tent.

   Then, Nick took the jock's member into his mouth. Francis' waist was
hairy and muscular, and his dark brown pubes were soft on his face. Francis
bucked his hips into Nick's mouth as he felt the teenager grasp onto his
cock with his watering, warm mouth. Nick fondled the man's balls with one
hand, stroking his hairy thighs while using the other to keep the thick,
hardening member in his mouth. He played with the man's balls, watching his
veins pop and his muscles twitch with each movement Nick made.

   Nick finally pulled down Francis' foreskin, feeling the large head spew
more spunk into his mouth. It was scorching hot, and pushed into his throat
like a raging bull trying to mate. Nick squirmed and shook as the stud went
into his ass, forcing his tongue into his already-full anus, which was
leaking with the stud's thick, oozing spunk.

   "Mmmm..." Nick groaned, taking in more of the stud's hard, meaty cock
into his mouth. The warmth of the stud's body made Nick even more horny,
and with the two of them pressed against each other, he felt closer than
ever to the jock.

   Nick felt Francis' groin tense as he really pushed himself into Nick's
mouth, pumping and grinding smoothly into his hole. It went further and
further in, reaching the boy's neck and causing him to choke and cough out
pre-cum on his dick.

   Then, desperate to give the boy a good mouth-fucking, Francis rolled
Nick onto his back. He got on top, still sucking hard on Nick's hole while
he had his crotch to boy's face. He helped keep Nick's ass and legs up,
impatiently biting and licking his bulging ass. Francis also pumped his
dick in and out of Nick's head, fucking his mouth slowly like it was an old
sex toy. But Nick loved every moment of it. The rougher Francis got, the
harder Nick's penis became. His erection leaked all over both their bodies,
and Nick choked on Francis' wood some more, slobbering his desperate spit
all over his meat.

   Francis' hard, heavy body was heaven as it squished Nick. He was pure
muscle and testosterone, covered in light dusting of brown hair that made
him look like a horny greek god. His hard, hairy abs rippled against Nick's
chest, and his veiny thighs and bulging groin pushed onto his face, making
Nick even hornier. Francis could feel the boy's hole pucker and clench as
the feelings overtook his small body. More cum leaked out of Nick's hole,
followed by his own horny juices.

   The stud used his big hands to massage the boy's thighs, feeling him up
and down as he moved his manly lips all across his crack. He licked all of
it, swallowing down the boy's sweat and then spitting some more back up to
lube up his hole as his tongue entered. While he rimmed teenager, his body
shook and hardened on top of Nick's small body. The jock's big, beefy chest
was digging into his groin, and his nipples were pricking his flesh. In
fact, Nick's entire cock was pulsing hard in-between Francis' two pecs,
spreading cum all over the man's muscular tits.

   Soon Francis' thrusting motion became rougher. He drew himself out of
Nick's mouth before pushing back in. His dick was like a large, meaty pipe,
forcing itself inside of him again and again, harder and harder like a
hydraulic pump. It was a large manly pendulum of hot, veiny muscle. His
cock was eight inches of pure man, throbbing and leaking semen with each
thrust.

   "Uhhhnn... Nick," Francis moaned, taking a moment to feel the twink's
mouth on his fat cock. Then, he licked up the sperm that dripped out of
Nick's asshole. He pulled hard at he boy's fleshy ass, spanking him hard
and squeezing the life from his butt.

   Nick choked and gagged as the cock attacked his throat, making his eyes
water. His nipples got hard as the stud's balls flew across his face,
pounding his nose and forehead again and again. The rigid shaft pushed deep
into his mouth, giving the horny teenager just what he needed.

   "UHN!" Nick yelled, bucking his hips as the stud continued to work his
behind. His dick throbbed violently, and Francis felt the scorching member
jerk against his pecs.

   "Ohh fuckkk. You're gonna cum, I can feel it," he said, suddenly
grabbing Nick's erection and rubbing it furiously up and down like it was
his own.

   Nick could only nod, as the large member still inside of his mouth
prevented him from saying anything. Francis pushed himself even deeper as
he watched Nick's cock jump and twitch with his every touch. He watched in
amazement as Nick blew his load. Large, watery pumps of cum burst out of
the tip, spewing out like a geyser. Francis slurped up his ass juices,
staring at the boy's warm fluids run down his shaft and leak all over his
body, while some of it spread across Francis' hand and arm.

   "FUCK!" Nick said, the cock still filling up his mouth. He squirmed and
jerked beneath the jock's hard, muscular body as he came, pushing himself
deeper onto Francis' fat cock. When his ejaculation subsided, Francis
looked up from Nick's ass, wiping the sperm and sweat from his mouth.

   The sensation of cum dripping down his body, while Nick gagged on his
cock, took Francis over the edge.

   "You ready for me?" he asked weakly, while his boner shook hard in the
boy's mouth.

   Nick nodded with it still inside, feeling a surge of cum leap through
the man's testicles and into his veiny shaft.

   Francis fucked his mouth hard, slapping his whole, hairy groin into
Nick's face while his large, swollen balls pounded the rest of his head. He
grabbed onto Nick's ankles, twisting and grinding his whole body against
the teenager's as he came, pummelling his wet lips and hammering away at
his desperate hole. He fucked his mouth like a teenage boy mating with a
tight virgin for the first time. His hard grunts and horny moans made both
their bodies shudder and then, the man began to cum.

   "FUCK!"

   The loads of spunk shot out of his cock, spewing hot semen into the
teenager's mouth and hitting his gullet square on. The thick, hot cum
filled Nick up, quickly pooling inside of him and beginning to choke the
air from his hole. He tried hard to swallow it, but more and more sperm
kept taking it's place, leaking out from between his lips and dripping down
his face and chin. He took the massive tool in his hands as Francis
continued to thrust into him, unleashing load after load of his seed.

   Nick gurgled the cum, struggling to take everything in. The hunk's semen
tasted sweet but salty, smooth and creamy on his tongue, but also gritty
and manly, just like the testosterone-filled man who had fucked the life
out of him that night.

   Francis rested his hips on Nick's face for a while before taking his
cock out of him. Nick had been eagerly sucking on it while the jock tried
to catch his breathe, taking in the softness of Nick's small body, and the
cum they had spread across each other, symbolizing the intense pleasure
they'd made in their tent.

   "Shittt..." Francis moaned, feeling his dick throb in pain after having
cum so violently twice within the last twenty minutes. He'd lost track of
time, and had no idea how long the two of them had been fucking.

   Nick whipped the remaining cum from his mouth and looked up at Francis,
struggling to get next to him in the humid sleeping bag. The stud swept his
hands up Nick's body, feeling his wet, sweaty body, and the semen that had
spread all across it. But he didn't mind it one bit.

   "You enjoy that?" Francis asked, pushing his naked body against
Nick's. He helped the boy take off his jockstrap, feeling his sore, perky
ass. It still leaked with Francis' sperm.

   Nick nodded quickly, feeling Francis kiss his lips before the both of
them fell back into their half-sleepy state. "A lot. More than you can
imagine. What... about you?"

   Francis sucked on his lips, massaging Nick's wet body as he rubbed his
own sweaty, meaty muscles against Nick. His cock was just beginning to go
flaccid, but he pressed it onto the boy's butt, and tangled his hairy legs
between Nick's. He hugged him, holding him close in his big arms and
bulging, fuzzy chest. "Sex with you is always the best."

   Nick smiled, feeling the jock squirm in their sleeping bag, still buck
nude, trying to get closer to him. This was the first time that he'd
cuddled with Francis after sex--or ever. And to do it naked felt better
than everything, making his stomach tingle and his heart pound with hot,
excited blood. "Sh-should... we put some clothes on?" he asked, making sure
the jock was okay with this.

   Francis shook his head, his breath smelling like beer and ass. Nick's
ass. "Nah. It's better this way. So we can keep warm 'till morning."

   Nick grinned, gently rubbing his ass up and down Francis' wet, gooey
shaft. "Good idea."

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