Erotic story: Jocks of the South part 3

By Scott Goulding. Check out parts: 1,2.

Over the next week, Nick gave Francis a blowjob twice and he’d gotten fucked by him another four. The only day they hadn’t done something together was when Francis had to go with his parents to drive to the airport in Dallas. Francis’ older brother–Matthew–was coming over during Spring Break to visit his folks and he’d flown in from Los Angeles. Nick was horny that night and was forced to jerk off alone.

The following Monday was the first day of Spring Break–Nick had two weeks off but Matthew was only visiting for a week. Nick was sure it’d be the longest week of his life, since Francis had told him to stay away while his brother was home. He also said that he’d be spending a lot of time with his brother and would text Nick at the soonest possible moment when he was free to fuck, and he’d give him their meeting place.

Nick turned eighteen on the Friday before the break, and as a present, Francis had snuck into Nick’s room to fuck him–and he even gave Nick a hand job, as a thanks for his services. The Monday of break, however, Nick had a burning sensation to suck dick. He knew Francis had a whole day planned to go looking for a new tractor to buy with Matthew and his folks (this was fun for them, apparently), and he knew there was no way he’d get any action that night.

However, Nick knew that they wouldn’t be home all day, and he also knew where the McCarthy’s kept the spare key to their house. Nick had the urge to sneak into Francis’ room and perhaps steal one of his dirty old jock straps–maybe even get one of Matthew’s pair of boxers. His fuck sessions with Francis had sure made him confident. And so as Nick woke up that morning, he got dressed, ate some breakfast, and drove down to the McCarthy farm, where he’d watch and wait until the boys had left.

Nick wasn’t sure if the coast was clear. He hadn’t seen anyone come out of the house so he wondered whether Francis had left with his parent or not. Nick got out his phone and opened the messages app to text Francis:

‘Did you leave yet? I’m kinda horny. I can sneak up into the window if you want.’

Twenty minutes went by, and there was no response. Nick was sure Francis hadn’t read it–otherwise it would have said underneath at what time he’d seen the text. Instead, Nick got another idea. He opened the “Find Friends” app. Francis had added him on there so that they could meet up without delay. After a few seconds, and Nick having to try and connect to Francis’ wifi, he realized that his cellphone was still at home–yet his parent’s truck was not parked outside. The idiot must have forgotten his phone.

Nick didn’t want to leave the house without getting any action–if no one was home, he could sneak in to steal one of Francis’ jockstraps to jerk himself off. He knew that the spare key was under a pile of firewood outside. Nick hid his things in the bushes and started to head down the hill when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks–there was a boy in the river.

The man was across the property, in the cool, bubbling river. He was shirtless, and there was a towel spread out across the gravel nearby. Nick’s heart lurched with longing. He knew that face. Before Nick was Matthew McCarthy. From what Nick could remember of him, he was 6’4″, with a seven inch dick when he was soft. He was around 22 years old–a senior in college. He looked a lot different from Francis–he had golden-blond hair, a hairless body except for a hairy groin, and armpits, and huge, muscular pecs that Nick had only ever seen on gay porn stars. It was really square and chunky, sticking out with big, pink nipples. He had an eight-pack of bulky abs, way better than Francis’, and huge hairless thighs that glistened white like snow.

His face was soft and alluring: high cheekbones, a button nose with a square jaw but rounded chin. He was cute and hot at the same time–and he looked like any other hot surfer you’d find in California. His beach body was more muscled and fleshed out, as if he really was training to be a porn star or something.

He had short spiky hair that didn’t touch the front of his forehead. From what Nick could see through the bushes, Matt was just swimming out in the river, stretching his huge, muscular arms and wading through the water without a care. He got his hair wet, and then continued to swim around.

Nick couldn’t believe it. He’d almost walked right into the house, and now, he got to watch a hot beach hunk swim in the river. And the man was completely oblivious to the gay spy watching him.

Nick moved around, hoping to get a better view of the jock. The sight before him was mesmerizing. He watched the jock wade in the cold water, his nipples now fully hard. As he splashed toward shore, Nick realized another thing–Matt was completely naked.

The hunk was wearing nothing in the river the whole time, and was emerging from the water now without a care in the world. Nick had expected the seven-inch cock to look smaller after being in such cold water, but it looked rather normal–in fact, it stuck out a bit as if Matt was hard. Was Nick dreaming?

The jock was only half out of water. The bubbling brook came right up to below his knees, and Matt was rubbing himself up. He was turning white in random spots, and Nick later realized he was lathering himself with some shampoo. A bath in the river? Nick wasn’t sure what the hell was going on.

The jock was rubbing his chest, lathering his big, chunky pecs and spreading his fingers slowly over his hard nipples. Then, he moved down to his abs, feeling them as if he hadn’t known they existed. They were covered in a film of bubbly white, still silky smooth, like the skin of a newborn baby. Then, his big, manly hands reached down into his long, golden pubes. There was a slight trail coming down from his navel and into the thicket of hair below. It seemed as if Matt’s huge, hairless body was made up for in his crotch area. His long, thick cock stuck out of the dense hair, sitting contently over his shrivelled scrotum.

As the sun beamed down on the beach bod, Nick felt his own dick harden in his shorts. He was rubbing his own head by now, putting away any thoughts of going into the house. He needed to finish himself off first. The blond stud kept rubbing himself down there, moving his burly hands over his cock, which no longer seemed so bothered by the water anymore. The sun was warming him up, and his balls were starting to drop again.

By the time Matt had finally finished cleaning his uncut cock, it had grown to what seemed like nine and half inches. It was a monster on its own. The stud had turned around, exposing his huge, broad, muscular shoulders to Nick, and his fat, rounded ass. It was thick and round, bubbly like it was fake. But even Nick could tell, meat like that was natural–the McCarthy boys had a thing for big butts. Matt rubbed his back, and then slid his hand over his round, pearly cheeks. He slid one through his crack, then pulled the cheeks apart to expose his hole. Nick looked at this hard. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Nick thought.

When Matt as finished with himself, and his hard cock, he slipped out of the water and pulled the towel lazily over his shoulders, wiping himself down. Still naked, he grabbed a few things from shore and walked back into his house, leaving the door wide open. His ass bounced as he walked, his dick and balls swinging from side to to side. Nick sat back up and pulled his boner out of his shorts, rubbing his throbbing shaft and slicking the pre-cum all over himself. He was too horny to wait any longer–Nick needed to jerk off now. He took out his phone and texted Francis back.

‘Never mind, I’ll just jack off.’ Nick wanted to rub it in that Francis had missed out on a good opportunity to get some ass that night.

While Nick laid back and began to jack himself, he almost jumped as his phone buzzed back. It was from Francis.

‘If you’re still horny, meet me at the house.’

It took a minute for it to register with Nick–Francis must have been home after all. Then, putting his hard dick back into his pants, he slowly crawled out of the bushes and made his way down. What would he say to Francis about getting there so fast? Nick figured that he’d lie and say that he was already on his way.

“Francis?” Nick’s voice came. The house seemed empty. He walked into the living room to see Matt sitting on the sofa, completely wet and covered only in a small, white towel. He sat so wide-legged that if Nick squinted, he could see a pair of balls nestled in between his thick, hairless thighs. He had a baseball cap on his head now, backwards. It made him look so fucking cute.

“Sup?” Matt said to him. He was holding Francis’ phone.

“O-oh. Hi. I’m Nick. Is Francis around?”

Matt set Francis’ phone down on the table. “No. Just me. Sit down, I wanna talk.” Nick didn’t move.

“C’mon,” Matt smiled, his charming face making Nick’s knees weak. He was even hotter up close, and definitely hotter than Francis. He scratched his balls as he sat, as if it were a normal day of being nude at home. “C’mon man, I’m not gonna hurt you! I just wanna get to know you… the person who’s fucking my brother.”

“What? I-I’m not fucking him! And why do you have Francis’ phone?”

Matt smiled again. “Francis forgot it, obviously. I just used it to get you to come here.”

“He’s really not here?”

“Nope. Just us.”

Nick wasn’t sure if this made things any better.

“Come and sit. Nick, isn’t it?”

Nick was still in the doorway. “Yeah.” He realized that by now, Matt must have read the text about him being horny and wanting to meet.

Matt moved his legs, putting them farther apart and sinking deeper into the sofa. His fat nuts rested nicely below him. It was like he wanted Nick to his his junk. Something like this had happened to him two weeks ago.

“I’m Matt. Francis’ older brother.”

Nick began to step closer. “Yeah, I know that.”

Matt nodded his head, showing him to a spot in front of him. Nick sat down right in front, with the perfect view of the stud’s soft, round balls.

“You come here often, Nick?”

Nick tried not to stare at his balls–or any other part of his body for that matter. He was staring down at his own feet. “Um y-yeah. Francis t-trains me at the gym. We work out together.”

Matt moved his head in a way that told Nick he knew he was lying. Then, he broke his silence. “It’s okay to stare, Nick.”

He looked up at his face, he had rosy cheeks, and cute, button nose. His bright blue eyes pierced him, looking at him with such innocence.

“How’s my little bro in the sack?”

‘A wild fucking animal,’ Nick thought, though he was too uncomfortable to say that. “We just workout together.”

“Really? Because in all these texts,” Matt held up the phone again, “you two seem to be doing a whole lot more.” He looked up Nick, a huge cocky smile on his lips. Was that a bulge in his towel? “Ass pics, dirty talk… the whole bit.”

“Please don’t tell anyone!” Nick yelled, distraught that within a month, two people had discovered his secret.

“Chill, chill! I’m not gonna say anything,” Matt leaned in, his thick abs scrunching up and his face full of concern. He had huge, protective shoulders compared to his small waist. But Matt was so calm, so soothing. It was like he was trying to help Nick out.

Nick tried not to cry. He didn’t want to look like like a pussy in front of him. “W-why?”

“Because in LA, I have gay friends who’ve told me about being outed. They told me how it fucked them up in the head. How their families abandoned them. I’m not gonna let that happen to you. Y’know why?”


Matt smiled softly. “Because I’m bisexual.”

Nick sobbed shaking. He looked back into Matt’s bright blue eyes. “You are?”

“Yeah. Just… don’t tell Francis. Nobody but my friends know.”

Nick couldn’t believe that Matt was being this nice. He was insanely hot, and was staring at Nick like he was a piece of ass that he wanted to fuck. Then, Matt leaned back into his seat. Nick could see his balls again, but there was something else–the head of his dick, still covered in foreskin, was just visible.

“So Nick, you wanna fuck?”


Matt smiled. “My brother was bragging about you, dude. Saying you gave the best head he’s ever received. And if he wasn’t so shy about having sex with a guy, I bet he would have said that you gave him the best fuck of his life.”

“H-he really told you about me?”

“More or less.”

Nick wasn’t sure what to say now. Surely, Francis was only fucking Nick to get off and concentrate on the farm work. But if Nick was fucking someone else, would it make Francis mad?

“You… really wanna fuck me?”

Matt looked at him innocently, his ice-blue eyes full of curiosity. He nodded, adjusting the growing cock in his towel. He was horny like a teenage boy.

Nick shifted uncomfortably. “W-what if your parents get home? Or if Francis finds out?”

“They won’t be home for ages. They’re going to, like, four different stores. And you’re not dating Francis, are you?” Matt really tugged on his dick now.

Nick shook his head. “No. Just… sex.”

“So, you’d be okay with fucking?”

He found himself smiling. “Yeah. I-I guess.”

Matt grinned. “You down for it now?”

Nick was getting horny talking about it, and he had a serious case of blue balls. A good fucking seemed like the perfect solution. “Yes.”

The stud gave Nick the most charming, erotic smile. “Fucking ace. Where do you wanna do it?”

From what Nick had seen, Matt’s boner was a good nine and half inches. If Nick was gonna mess around with something that big, he wanted to do it someplace comfy, where they could both have privacy and enough space to move around.


Matt nodded. “Great. My room.” Then, the stud got up to his feet, not shy about hiding the obvious, long imprint of his dick against the towel. He lead Nick upstairs, occasionally stealing glances back at Nick. “I think you’re pretty cute,” Matt mumbled to him, his ass bulging out of his towel as he walked up the steps.

Nick blushed immediately. “Thanks.”

As Matt opened the door to his room, he gave Nick a shy smile, as if he himself was just as nervous about fucking. “You’re a bottom, right?”

Nick thought that was obvious by now. “Yeah.”

“Cool. I’m usually a top.”

Nick smiled at him. “Usually?”

Matt hid a laugh. “I, uh… experiment, sometimes.” His face turned a bit pink. “Male g-spot is up the ass, anyways. Right?”

Nick nodded, watching Matt clear his suitcase and underwear off the bed. There were a few boxer briefs, a jockstrap, and a box of extra large condoms. The bed was made neatly, covered with a warm blanket and fresh sheets. It was a nice change over Francis’ room.

“W-why are there two beds in Francis’ room?” Nick asked.

Matt continued to put away his things. “I have two brothers.”


“Yeah. I’m twenty-two, and I go to UCLA. There’s Francis, who sticks around here. And the youngest is Marc. He’s sixteen, but he’s on scholarship at a boarding school in Georgia.”

“Oh… I didn’t know about Marc.”

“Yeah… he left when he was twelve. He stays with us during the breaks. Except Spring Break. They’ve only got a week off so he doesn’t bother packing all his things. Probably spends the whole time jacking off…”


“Oh. Marc’s gay. And, well, he goes to an all boys’ school…”

Nick couldn’t imagine controlling himself if he were surrounded by so many hot dicks.

“Shit. Uh, don’t tell anyone I told you that.”

Nick nodded. He’d usually go away with his parents on vacation during winter or summer, which would explain why he’d never seen Marc before. He couldn’t imagine what a sixteen-year-old version of Matt or Francis would look like.

“Um… do you want me to use a condom?” Matt asked.

Nick wasn’t sure. He never used protection with Francis, even though he knew it was much safer. Francis was always to eager about fucking his ass to care. “It…uh, doesn’t matter.”

Matt nodded. “I’ll use it. Don’t want to make things harder than they have to be…”

Nick just then remembered that having a condom on would let Matt slip inside him much easier. Then, without warning, Matt got close to him. He looked down on him, right in Nick’s eyes. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

Nick was sure alright. Having the naked stud three inches away from him was already getting Nick hard. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

Then, with some hesitation, Matt put his arms around Nick’s waist. He pulled him in for a kiss–one that wasn’t about trying to get off, but instead, trying to arouse the both of them. Matt wanted Nick to enjoy himself too.

Matt moved himself in, brushing his soft, plump lips over Nick’s, their noses touching briefly. Nick felt his powerful mouth lock over his, and then they began to suck on each other. It was such a hot kiss, with Matt’s big arms around him, his hands feeling up the back of his shirt and reaching down over his ass. They were touching all over now, their faces breathing hot breath on each other, and both their chests touching.

Nick put his hands on Matt’s waist too, gently touching his muscular love-handles and then finally grasping his skin. It was so soft, hairless, that it felt like Nick was engulfed by hot, rigid rubber. It felt so good to have two beefy arms around him in embrace, instead of trying to grab his ass to fuck.

They both barely took breaks to breathe. Their mouths were so warm, their bodies pressed against each other, that neither one wanted to break it off. Nick could feel Matt’s hard-on pushing through the towel and it was trying to get at Nick’s own groin. It pulsed and jumped with each touch Nick made. Matt must have had a bad case of blue balls by now.

Both their crotches were pushed together as Matt pulled Nick in. He put a hand on Nick’s cheek, rubbing it through his short, curly brown hair and then grabbing him around the collar. For a second, Nick wasn’t sure what Matt was doing to him.

“Take it off,” Matt said to him, both of them still standing next to the bed. It felt weird to Nick to have one of the McCarthy’s to tell him to take off his shirt–whenever Francis had fucked him, the only bit of Nick’s that was usually exposed was from his waist down. But Nick suddenly remembered, Matt wanted him, not just his hole or mouth. Matt actually liked guys.

Nick pulled it over his head and threw it aside carelessly. Matt’s arms came right back, feeling up his stomach and chest. Their lips locked again, and this time, Matt pushed his tongue against Nick’s.

He let out a little squeal as Matt squeezed Nick’s nipples. This made Matt laugh through their kissing, spreading warmth through the both of them.

Then, Nick decided to get a bit more physical. He left Matt’s lips behind and focused on his large pecs. They were round and muscular, and the jock’s nipples were pink and hard. Nick’s hands brushed over Matt’s rigid eight pack and he played with his soft pubes, while his own lips circled Matt’s pec. He kissed him gently on his soft skin and licked the sweat and water off of him, tasting him.

Nick didn’t even care to take off his shorts, he just wanted to taste the horny hunk. He got on top of Matt, something Francis hadn’t even let him do. Francis had always pushed Nick down to his knees for a blowjob, whereas Matt was inviting him in next to him, passively allowing the twink to arouse him.

By now, Matt was sitting down on the bed with his back against the board. He watched Nick lick his body. Seeing the teenager go down on his muscles was hot, and his warm lips felt great on him. Nick’s mouth then reached down to the stud’s nipples, sucking on them and flicking them with his tongue.

Matt moaned, rubbing Nick’s back as the twink continued to suck on his pec. “Fuck… that feels good.”

Nick giggled, licking the stud’s tit and pushing his hands further down his body, so that he reached the growing bulge in his towel. He could feel the stiff meat, desperate to get out, and the round, bouncy balls tucked underneath his hardening cock. It felt nice to have Matt’s manhood on his palm, especially when the jock was just lying there, legs wide apart, letting the teenager service him. He was a confident, powerful man with a slightly cocky attitude, wanting to get his nut.

“Keep at it, bro,” he said, letting Nick continue slobbering across his muscular body. Nick did as Matthew wanted, now aiming for the hunk’s hairy, sweaty pits. He stuck his mouth onto the hairy armpit, his nose engulfed in hair and the overwhelming stench of dirty man-stink. It was a primitive and masculine scent that made Nick’s cock harden and throb. His asshole clenched, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than for the brawny, ripped jock to penetrate his hole and plant his seed deep inside him.

“Shittt…” Matt moaned, a bit surprised to have Nick’s face all up in his armpit. The teenager licked his hair, tasting his salty sweat and feeling the dirty scent wash over his body. He dug his lips deeper inside, feeling the hunk’s huge biceps press against his face and his veins beginning to pop and twitch. Matt rolled his head backwards, putting his hands on Nick’s ass and moving them up his arched back. “Yeah, that’s hot,” he moaned, his whispers barely audible.

Nick slid his hand over Matt’s soft, muscular thigh, feeling his sensitive skin. There were some small, blond hairs on his leg that felt amazing against Nick’s hands, and the warmth of his thigh turned Nick on.

After Nick was done making out with Matt’s armpit, he went back down to his chest, kissed him over his nipple, and went towards his hard, ripped abs. Despite being rock-solid, Nick’s lips squished them easily, pressing his soft skin in between his mouth and licking up any water and sweat that remained. The man was watching Nick through squinted eyes and with an open mouth, panting at the mercy of Nick’s touch. He had a horny look on his face, and despite being under the control of the teenager’s mouth, Matthew was still the man in charge, and his powerful form made Nick spew out pre-cum.

“Suck my cock,” Matt whispered to him, his voice deep and masculine. He was strong enough to overpower Nick in a heartbeat, yet he was just lying on the bed, allowing a slutty little slave to service his member.

“Really?” Nick asked him, wondering if the jock was ready.

“Do it.”

Nick smiled, desperate to see firsthand the cock that Matt had been rubbing in the river. His dick was now fully hard and waiting to rip open the towel.

Nick still didn’t take his shorts off–he was focusing on Matt right now. He was desperate just to have the jock’s dick in his mouth. He got further on top of Matthew, climbing his rugged, muscular body.

Nick stared at Matt’s big, hairy armpits, and then at his pulsing bulge with anticipation. He first sat on the jock’s thighs, looking up to see if his advance was okay. Matt’s big blue eyes just stared back. “Do it, Nick. Suck my big cock.”

The reassurance was all Nick needed–that this wasn’t some kind of joke or trick. Matt really wanted Nick to just do his thing.

Nick smiled. He felt the urge to suck on what he’d been waiting for. He moved down a bit further on Matt’s legs and looked at the bulge again. Slowly grabbing the towel, he undid it like it was a present. A nine-and-a-half-inch cock sprung out to greet him, already spewing out a trail of pre-cum.

“Holy shit…” Nick said, seeing as it was so much bigger up close. The big, white dick was six inches thick and had a fat vein running down its underside. The foreskin was still pulled over the throbbing pink head. “You’re huge…” he said, meaning to add that there was no way a monster like this was getting inside Nick’s tight hole.

As if reading his mind, Matt said, “I’ll go slow on you, later.”

Nick nodded, putting his hands down Matt’s cock, exposing his piss-slit. Then, Nick put his mouth over the whole thing, trying to take in as much as he could. It only barely seemed like he’d gotten halfway.

“Shit, dude!” Matt groaned, almost jumping as the back of Nick’s throat hit his cock-head, and his tongue worked its way around his shaft. “Fuck, that feels so good, man…”

It tasted so good to Nick; its saltiness was arousing, and the softness of his skin was even better. Matt’s big blond pubes came at Nick’s face as he tried to go all the way down. He eventually gave up, and worked on Matt’s head instead. Rubbing his cock and licking his bulb, Nick sucked on the dick like it was a lollipop, moving his head up and down in fast, fluid motions. Matt was moaning and breathing fast, putting a hand on Nick’s head. “Fucking Christ… yeah that’s really nice…”

He’d expected Matt to grab his hair hard, but instead, he stroked both his hands through it, gently rubbing him like he was some kind of pet. But he knew Matt didn’t think of him in that way.

“You’re so fucking good…” Matt whispered, seemingly unable to talk properly with such a hot mouth on his junk.

“Your dick’s amazing…” Nick said, tasting the thick strands of pre-cum on his tongue and going back down to slobber all over his throbbing member. It was weird that Matt wasn’t mouth-fucking him, but instead, was letting Nick enjoy himself on dick and letting him do whatever. If it wasn’t Matt’s cock being sucked, Nick would have thought that it was him who was enjoying himself most.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop–” Matt suddenly said, pulling himself away and gently letting Nick off. “I almost fucking came.”

Nick smiled at him, wiping spit and pre-cum from his mouth. “Was I good?”

Matt looked up at him, as if he was embarrassed at almost having came so soon. “Yeah,” huffed, “too good.”

“You can fuck me now,” Nick said, realizing the sex would probably last longer this way.

“Alright…” Matt said, fumbling his hand about to find the condom. Nick handed it to him with an awkward smile.

Nick watched him roll it on, amazed that they even made condoms that big. His cock wiggled away from him a few times before he could get it on, but Nick helped hold it in place and made Matt’s face flush with more embarrassment.

“There,” Nick said to him. Then, he pulled his shorts down enough so that only his ass was revealed. He bent over onto his hands and knees, exposing his puckering asshole to Matt, who was still just lying against the bed.

“W-what are you doing?” Matt asked him.

“Isn’t… this what you want?”

Matt pulled Nick’s shorts up and pulled him back close. “Is that how Francis fucks you? Like a dog?”

Nick thought about it for a moment, not sure what was wrong. He was sitting back on Matt now, his groin just above the big throbbing dick. “Uh… yeah…”

“Well I’m not just gonna fuck you… I wanna make love.”

Nick’s eyes widened. “H-huh?”

“Slow and hot. Not just fast to get myself off in like two seconds. What’s your favourite position?”

Nick wasn’t sure how to answer. “I’ve only done doggy and missionary.”

“Are you serious?” Matt asked, concern in his voice. His hand was on Nick’s waist now.

“Yes. I’d like to try missionary again, I guess.”

“Well then,” Matt said, “Missionary it is. And then I’ll show you my favourite.” He slowly got Nick onto his back, both of their faces looking up at each other. He threw the towel off the bed and nestled himself on top of Nick, kissing and rubbing him. It felt like angels were straddling his body, waving cool silk over his skin or showering him in waves of warmth. A few minutes of slow, slobbering kissing resulted in Matt putting his hands down his shorts.

“Whoa!” Nick said, not having anyone touch his dick like that. Matt’s hand was over his boner and he put two fingers inside his foreskin, feeling his head and stroking his shaft.

“You like that?” Matt said in-between kisses.

Nick nodded, unable to breath. It felt like hot water was spreading through his body, starting at his dick. Then, Matt pulled his shorts and briefs down, kissing the inside of his thigh. He moved his mouth over his groin, licking Nick’s nuts and then kissing the head of his penis.

“Uuuhhnn!” Nick exclaimed, never having known this kind of pleasure was possible. It was unbearably hot–like wads of wet velvet caressed his raging boner, stroking his head and wanting him to explode. He felt like he would cum right there. “Wait, stop!”

“Fuck, did I hurt you?”

Nick felt more warmth spread through him as Matt’s concerned, rosy face came up from his crotch. He was still wearing his baseball cap, and his mouth was in a frown of worry.

“No… I just would have cummed.”

“Oh,” Matt said, relieved but disappointed at the same time. He’d wanted to blow Nick back. “Here,” Matt mumbled, beginning to push Nick’s legs up over his body, “let me get at your ass.”


Matt smiled. “I’m gonna rim you.”


“Yeah, bro. Lift your legs.”

Nick did as Matt said, lifting his knees up to his chest as he lay on his back. Suddenly, Matt’s face came in close to Nick’s ass, and his big hands slapped his cheeks.

“Uhn!” Nick moaned, feeling the stud’s big, rough hands smack against his perky butt.

Matt grinned and spanked him again, before burying his face into Nick’s crack. Immediately, Nick reeled, surprised by the strange sensation. Then, he felt something warm, soft and slimy prickle at his puckering, pink hole. Nick moaned loudly in pleasure, grasping at the sheets as Matt spread his ass apart. The stud was licking Nick’s asshole, slathering his smooth crack with spit and taking in the tastes of his little boy pussy.

“Ohh shit!” Nick whined, feeling the fat, rough tongue invade his hole, digging deeper into his anus and tickling his opening. “Oh god!”

“Yeahh… you like that?” Matt hummed, his deep voice making Nick’s anal cavity vibrate. It was the sweetest, most intense pleasure he’d ever felt, alongside Matt’s mouth being on Nick’s cock.

“Yeahhh!” Nick exclaimed. He writhed on the bed as the hunk’s tongue lapped at the juices of his ass, tasting his most intimate and sensitive parts. Nick’s asshole and taint were the most delicate regions of his body, and here Matt was, using his tongue to massage his hole and lick his dirtiest, deepest flesh.

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

“Mmmm…” Matt groaned. “You taste good. You’re all wet.”

“I’m wet for you, Matt,” Nick murmured, feeling his asshole throb as he imagined the beach stud going inside him with his large, rigid member. His tongue had lathered and loosened him up, and now Nick was ready for it. “Fuck me, Matt. I want you inside me,” Nick asked, desperate to feel Matt’s huge member up his ass–if it would even fit. “Put your big dick inside my hole.”

“Yeah, dude, of course,” Matt replied, his face coming up from his hole. He let Nick’s legs down for a while to give him some rest before Matt pounded him hard. Matt rubbed his cock a few times, awakening it again and pointed at Nick’s quivering cheeks. Then, he pushed Nick’s legs up again to get a better view of his hole. He squeezed his cheeks, spreading them apart.

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

Matt grabbed lube from the night table, spreading it over his bouncing tool and then onto Nick’s asshole. Then, as Matt said, “I’m going inside you,” Nick felt it coming.

Just the tip had gone inside, and Nick moaned loudly. He grit his teeth and clenched his fist; he hadn’t gotten a cock put inside him quite at this angle before–nor one of this size. He was bracing himself for it all to come at once, like Francis did with his.

“Relax, relax,” Matt calmed him down, rubbing Nick’s thigh. He was still lining himself up to Nick’s ass. “I’ll go slow.”

“Y-you… promise?” he asked, wanting more than anything for Matt to be careful with him.

Matt smiled. He kissed Nick’s leg, which was sticking up in the air, and rubbed him down again. “I promise. I don’t wanna hurt you, bro.”

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

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


Matt obliged. He put more of himself in. Feeling Nick’s warm, tight asshole around his cock felt like bliss, and it was hot to know that Nick was enjoying it as much as he was. There were gasps of ecstasy escaping his lips, and he told Matt to go in all the way. It finally happened, as Matt ignored his own feelings and made sure Nick was alright.

“You okay?”

“Yeah…” Nick breathed, his chest rising and falling. He couldn’t believe how much dick was up his ass. “You all the way in?” He already knew there couldn’t be anymore left.

“Uh, no.”


“It’s big, I’ll hurt you. We’ll just get into it first, alright?”

Nick sighed in relief. “O-okay.”

“I promised you.”

Nick smiled, feeling his own chest. “Yeah. Go ahead. Just fuck me.”

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

“Does that feel good?”

“Oh yeah… it’s amazing,” Nick barely muttered, his asshole twitching in pleasure.

Matt grinned at him, laughing at his inexperience. “Good. This is how a real man does it.”

“Yeah…” Nick smiled dreamily, looking up at the roof in a haze.

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

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

Nick moaned again, saying Matt’s name. Matt grabbed onto his shoulders and started to rhythmically pump in and out of Nick. Each downward thrust was met with a low moan from Nick, a sound of deep pleasure and pain. It was a new feeling Nick had never known before. The deeper Matt got, the more the bed springs squeaked and the louder Nick moaned. Matt himself was grunting like an animal now, getting off on the sounds of sex and the feeling of hot flesh around his boner.

“Oooohh! Yeah, just fuck the shit out of me,” Nick said, rubbing his own dick and feeling Matt’s huge body lumber over his. In a moment, Matt’s chest was digging into his body, his rippling abs on his stomach, and his big, muscular arms underneath Nick’s pits. He clung onto him, fucking him wildly now, moving his ass up and down while his big, beefy thighs held his ass in place. He was thrusting like a caveman, raw and full of testosterone. It was so wild, so savage and primitive, yet Matt was trying to be gentle, keeping Nick safe under his big arms and holding him like a little boy within them.

“Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me, Matt!”

“You’re so tight Nick, it feels so fucckking good.”

“Yeah, daddy, just like that! Fuck my asshole!”

Matt kept pumping, holding Nick beneath him and feeling the teenager’s dick twitch uncontrollably under his waist. Then, Matt pulled Nick up onto him, placing him on his legs, locking his mouth in a kiss and moving the boy’s waist around on his penis to continue fucking.

Matt was sitting up, Nick in-between his grasp. He was on Matt’s powerful thighs, Nick’s legs wrapped around his backside and his ass planted deeply onto Matt’s member. Now, Matt was slowly grinding his penis up in Nick’s hole, bouncing up and down erratically.

“This is my favourite position,” Matt teased him.

Nick rode Matt like a cowboy, grinding on his dick while Matt thrusted into him. Their faces brushed against each other and as Matt picked up the pace, Nick held onto the stud’s pecs for support. His nipples were erect, and each touch of Nick’s hand made the stud smile.

“Ohhh fuck,” Matt muttered, his face turning more pink as sweat rolled down his face.

“Am I good daddy?” Nick said, barely able to form the words as the jock’s nine-inches of throbbing manhood filled up his anus and spurt pre-cum inside.

Matt grinned, holding onto Nick’s ass as he pumped his cock into Nick’s hole, piercing his little cunt and feeling both their bodies grind on each other. “Yeah, babe. It’s fucking tight.”

Nick’s hard cock bounced up and down on Matt’s abs, tickling Nick’s head and giving Matt the satisfaction that he was showing the teenager a good time. As Nick’s balls smacked into Mathew’s pubes, pain coursed through his body, though it was the kind of pain that Nick enjoyed. His nuts were soft on Matt’s abs and as the jock’s huge member drove itself inside of him, feeling his balls tingle made Nick feel even better.

Matt’s primitive fucking got harder, and he was trying hard to get the both of them off. He was latched on hard to Nick’s ass and waist, while Nick now clung to Matt’s back, almost in a hug. His head was placed against the stud’s pecs and shoulder, feeling the muscular man plough his ass like a machine and hold onto him for dear life. Being fucked up and down Matt’s body was intensely satisfying, especially when Nick’s cock was being massaged by the jock’s rigid abs.

“Uhnn! Uhhn! Fuck!” Matt exclaimed, his lips moaning his pleasure into Nick’s ear, while his burly fingers dug into his meaty cheeks. There were red handprints all over Nick’s butt, and as Matt spanked him, more brighter ones appeared.

“Yeah! Spank me daddy!”

“Yeah, you’ve been a bad boy, Nick?”

Nick nodded, his head still pressed on Mat’s warm pec. “Yes, daddy. I’ve been bad. Punish me.”

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

“UHN!” Nick cried, feeling the stud’s rough hands attack his fat ass. “Spank me!” Matt spanked him again, now grunting as he pushed Nick further down on his cock and began to jam even more of himself into Nick’s puckering, pink hole. Sweat rolled off their bodies and they both slid against one another, feeling their short, rapid breaths and the quickening beats of their hearts.

Then, as Matt spread his legs wide apart to allow his balls freedom, he fell against the headboard of his bed and sat there, completely sprawled, like a man waiting for a slut to come into the room to service him. Yet, Matt managed to ram his cock into Nick’s ass even harder, causing his nut sack to whip into Nick’s cheeks and his big, muscular thighs to pound him even more.

“Oooohh, Matt, I’m gonna cum!” Nick yelled, feeling the jock’s hard legs underneath his butt.

“Yeahh, you gonna cum for me, baby?” Matt stared right into Nick’s eyes, who returned his gaze with a look of utmost satisfaction.

“Yeeaahhh!” he replied, his voice cracking in pleasure. “Ooohhh, I’m cumming!”

Nick’s asshole clenched tight on Matt’s huge dick, squeezing the life out of it and causing him to moan in pain. He’d never had anyone’ ass wring the cum out of his member, and he felt weak inside of Nick. “Oh shit, Nick, my cock!”

“Uuuhhhnnnn, fuck!” Nick felt Matt’s huge, toned, muscular arms wrap tighter around him, and Matt’s own dick twitched uncontrollably beneath him as Nick sat on it. Matt felt Nick’s balls tighten and he knew things were about to get wet. As Nick took in a huge breathe of air, he felt a fiery surge of sperm encompass his entire groin. His six inches shuddered with euphoria and cum exploded from his tip. It shot out at the both of them, covering their chests and abs, dripping down their sliding bodies as Matt continued to fuck the life out of Nick, going deeper and faster.

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

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

Nick felt Matt withdraw his dick, sliding him off his legs a bit and whipping the condom off. He was jacking himself off, ready to explode his content all over the both of them with his hand.

“No, don’t,” Nick said, pushing Matt’s hand away from his cock. In one fell swoop, Nick wrapped his mouth around the jock’s dick, using his tongue to massage his scorching hot cock-head. His hand wrapped around the bottom of the shaft, and he began to force himself down on the swollen boner, waiting for it to erupt.

“FUCK!” Matt yelled, putting both his hands on Nick’s head and falling back onto the bed. Nick sucked him off for merely a second before Matt’s semen shot up inside his mouth. His cock jerked and his balls crumpled. Three powerful jets of his hot jock-spunk attacked the very back of Nick’s throat, burning his skin and filling him up. The thick fluid felt heavy and it tasted so good, sweet and salty at the same time.

Nick choked on his spunk, as two more shots escaped his slit and hit the roof of his mouth. Beneath him, Matt was wiggling and writhing in pleasure, unable to catch his breathe or even talk as the bliss of Nick’s mouth milked his cock of all sperm. He just felt Nick’s soft, curly hair between his fingers and his light, hair-dusted skin against his.

When Nick’s head came up from Matt’s crotch, a line of cum dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he smiled at Matt.

“Did you…” Matt could still barely speak. “… swallow it… all?”

Nick nodded, wiping the remaining cum off his face and licking it up.

Matt’s head fell against his pillow, at a complete loss of energy after having completed the most vigorous fucking of his life. His face was flushed with blood and his cap had fallen off, his hair a ruddy mess.

Nick went back down, licking the sweat off Matt’s pubes and cleaning his balls off. He kissed his softening dick, hearing Matt’s silent moans of pleasure escape his luscious pink lips. His member was still half hard, leaking little drops of cum. Once his wood seemed completely dry, Nick wiped himself down with his briefs and began to put on his clothes.

“Y-you’re leaving?” Matt said suddenly, pulling the sheets over his crotch. The rest of him was still covered in Nick’s cum, and he was secretly eager to try it.

“Uh, yeah. Francis doesn’t like me hanging around.” Nick pulled on his shorts, adjusting his flimsy cock. It was beginning to stir again at the sight of Matt’s face.

“Nah, bro. I’m not Francis. Get your ass over here and cuddle.”

Nick froze. Cuddling was something he’d been longing to do–his cum-covered pillows at home didn’t cut it. “R-really?”

“Fuck yeah. Come on,” Matt patted a spot beside him on the bed. “Take off your clothes. It’s better that way.”

Nick did as he was told. He pulled down his shorts, setting his cum-leaking briefs to one side. He wobbled over to the bed, his dick swinging from side to side, and got into the sheets next to Matt. The jock wiped some of the cum from his chest, licking Nick’s spunk and smiling at him. He put his crotch against Nick’s ass, and his arm over his little frame. “You taste good.”

Nick felt warmth radiate off Matt’s huge, beefy body and enter through him. “S-so do you.”

He felt Matt’s cock harden again, brushing the crack of his ass. He pushed himself harder onto Nick, their bodies pressed tight. As Matt’s muscular arm wrapped around his waist, and the jock’s hot breath tickled his ear and neck, Nick felt himself get sleepy. In a few moments, he realized that Matt was gently snoring, his groin and whole body curled against his ass. It wasn’t even a minute after this that Nick also fell
asleep, dreaming about Matt’s warm, steamy kisses on his skin.

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