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Quarterback Keeper, Part 4
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The Monday after he had fucked Nick, Tom had his mom call him in sick to school. His mind was still spinning, and it was impossible to concentrate. The last thing he wanted was to see Nick standing next to his locker. He didn't know what he would say.
It was clear that he and Nick weren't just fooling around anymore. What had started as a simple fuck, had morphed into a make out session more passionate than anything Tom had ever experienced. Nick wouldn't walk away from that without wondering what it meant, and Tom wasn't in a position to tell him.
There was no denying, not even in his deep confusion, that he had completely enjoyed what he'd done with Nick. Before, he could easily claim that when Nick blew him it was simply about getting his nut. Even when he was fucking Nick, he could have claimed that he was just pursuing an orgasm. He'd heard guys say "a hole's a hole" before, and even if those guys weren't fooling around with other dudes, the logic made sense. But when he started to kiss Nick, when he put his arms around him and their torsos pressed together, everything changed. This was sex with a man, and it felt good in ways that sex with a woman had never approached.
He tried to piece it all together as he lay in his bed. Whatever was happening with Nick, it didn't feel romantic to him. He liked Nick, but he didn't think that he felt anything more for him. He'd never been attracted to men before, and he wasn't really attracted to Nick. Nick was just available, that was the conclusion that he kept coming back to, and Nick offered was a novel experience. It wasn't any different from fucking a chick that was a little more freaky than most girls. It was different and a little forbidden. That kept him coming back for more.
Friday, December 12, 2014
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Dad's Proper Place, Chapter 11
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Dad's Proper Place, Part 11
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After selling his dad out to his own buddies, Rick let Alan sleep in the bed. When Alan curled up next to him and put his head on his shoulder, Rick's body tensed up, but he didn't push him away. For the first time, Alan fell asleep with the heat and strength of a man next to him. He slept better than he'd ever slept before. When he woke up in the morning, Rick was spooning him, and his hard cock pressed into the small of his back. It felt hard and hot and throbbed against his skin.
Rick stirred. His big paw slipped down to his cock. He squeezed it a few times, sliding it against the crack of Alan's ass. Then he pushed it downward. He rolled Alan onto his stomach, and then stabbed his dick into his dad and began to fuck him.
It was a mechanical, routine, kind of fucking. Rick just wanted to get rid of his morning wood. There was no love and certainly no aggression. Alan was just an available hole. He now understood how his wife felt when he came home late and wanted to fuck. She would make herself available, but not really participate. That was what Rick was doing to him. Making him into his woman.
Rick finished with a grunt and then walked into the bathroom. The loud blast of his piss pulled Alan out of his stupor. When Rick returned to the bedroom with his heavy sex swinging between his legs, he pulled on his boxer briefs and adjusted his bulge.
"Fishing today?" he asked.
Dad's Proper Place, Part 11
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After selling his dad out to his own buddies, Rick let Alan sleep in the bed. When Alan curled up next to him and put his head on his shoulder, Rick's body tensed up, but he didn't push him away. For the first time, Alan fell asleep with the heat and strength of a man next to him. He slept better than he'd ever slept before. When he woke up in the morning, Rick was spooning him, and his hard cock pressed into the small of his back. It felt hard and hot and throbbed against his skin.
Rick stirred. His big paw slipped down to his cock. He squeezed it a few times, sliding it against the crack of Alan's ass. Then he pushed it downward. He rolled Alan onto his stomach, and then stabbed his dick into his dad and began to fuck him.
It was a mechanical, routine, kind of fucking. Rick just wanted to get rid of his morning wood. There was no love and certainly no aggression. Alan was just an available hole. He now understood how his wife felt when he came home late and wanted to fuck. She would make herself available, but not really participate. That was what Rick was doing to him. Making him into his woman.
Rick finished with a grunt and then walked into the bathroom. The loud blast of his piss pulled Alan out of his stupor. When Rick returned to the bedroom with his heavy sex swinging between his legs, he pulled on his boxer briefs and adjusted his bulge.
"Fishing today?" he asked.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Quarterback Keeper, Part 3
Here it is guys. Sorry it's taken me so long. I'm hopeful that I'll be able to get a chapter of Dad's Proper Place up soon too. Thanks for waiting.
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Quarterback Keeper, Part 3
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Tom pulled on a polo and checked himself out in the mirror. The bright peach color looked good on him, and his nipples showed through the thin fabric. He'd styled his hair to the right and left it spiky. The sleeves of the shirt cut across the peak of his bicep, emphasizing their size.
He flashed himself a smile. The girls would be all over him tonight.
His mom was out of town with her boyfriend for the weekend, and Tom would be able to bring a girl home. Though he'd been hanging out with Nick quite a bit, he decided against inviting him to the party. His sexual interactions with Nick were hot, but he had a psychological need to fuck a woman. He needed to reassure himself that he could still do it - that he still wanted to do it. He'd been ignoring women lately because Nick offered an easy alternative. What guy would bother to get a chick to blow him when he had easy access to a someone who would gladly do it no questions asked?
He'd trimmed his pubes earlier, surprised to see how long and thick they'd gotten. Nick liked him that way; more manly, more natural, more unkempt. It seemed to turn Nick on. Over the weeks, Tom had been unconsciously adapting his habits to please Nick. It was time for a change.
One more time he looked himself over in the mirror. His jeans were perfect, the shirt was perfect, and his hair was perfect. Pussy tonight, he growled as he smiled at himself in the mirror. There would be some college girls at the party, and they were way easier to get into bed than high school chicks. "Pussy tonight." he repeated, feeling his cock thicken.
As soon as he arrived at the party, the Pack closed in around him, grabbing his shoulders and attempting to establish their relationship with him. They're like a bunch of wolves, Tom thought, fighting for dominance over each other and eager to take whatever I toss them. They all knew that simply being seen with Tom would make them more popular.
Tom played the crowd, talking up one girl after another. He used to get numbers in case he ever wanted to hook up, and he came to derive a thrill from adding a girl to his list of contacts, but he wasn't getting much out of it tonight. Despite the pep talk he'd given himself in front of the mirror, he wasn't that into the chase.
"You seem kind of out of it man," said one of Tom's friends as he grabbed a beer.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"Try this." He handed Tom a shot of green liquor.
"Do I want to know?" The friend shook his head, and Tom downed the shot. It tasted like mint and burned his throat. Strong. "Got another one?"
Within two minutes he'd downed four shots. Soon his mind was spinning and he was able to loosen up. He hadn't planned on drinking, and he wasn't sure how he would get home, but figured he'd burn that bridge later. He played a game of beer pong with some friends and then caught sight of a blond with long hair and a great body move into the kitchen. Tom sensed an opportunity: a girl all her own was easy prey. He broke away from his friends and followed her into the kitchen.
She turned around to look behind her. "Oh." Tom said softly.
Jen Gelman was a classmate of his. Since about six grade, she'd been an awkward and frumpy. Her hair was thick, and she never seemed to take much pride in her personal appearance. Over the past summer she'd made herself over. Her hair was shiny and her face was clear and beautiful She dressed in form fitting clothes that showed off a curvy, delicious figure.
The first day back to school, when Tom had seen her walk through the commons, he'd asked her out. He knew that she would be a hot commodity on the dating market, and he only dated the cream of the crop. Instead of fawning over his good looks, she turned him down. She said that since he never gave her the time of day before she wasn't going to give him the time of day now. Sounded fair, he thought, but she could say the same thing about every guy in the school. Who was she going to date if she didn't go out with anyone who had ignored her?
"Hey Jen," he said with a goofy smile.
"Tom." She said flatly.
He walked to the sink to grab a glass of water. "You could be nicer to me, you know." Tom said. "I wasn't ever mean to you. I don't think anyway."
She forced a smile. "You weren't mean to me." she said, "But I'm still not going to go out with you."
"No problem," Tom downed the glass of water. "I'm not looking for a girlfriend anyway."
She turned to walk out of the kitchen, then hesitated near the doorway. "What are you doing with Nick Miller, Tom?" she asked.
"What?" Tom said quickly before trying to recover. She couldn't know, he thought. There was absolutely no way that she knew, "I mean, we're locker buddies- just hanging out."
"Is it some kind of game. Make him think he's one of the cool kids and then fuck with him later?"
"No." Tom said, "What the hell, Jen?"
"You've never been one to reach out to your inferiors, and most of the guys you hang out with are dicks."
"Don't talk bad about the pack." Tom said quickly.
"Don't call them that. You sound like a fucking douche, you know that? Just call them your friends."
Tom blushed. He wasn't used to being talked to like this. Normally people deferred to him and let him control the flow of information. He wasn't opposed to being criticized, but it always happened on his terms. Jen had gone on the attack in a way he had never experienced, and now he was getting defensive.
"I'm not a bad guy." Tom said, "I'm not. Nick and I have lockers next to each other and we started to talk a little. I asked him if he wanted to hit the gym with us and he said yes."
She walked toward him and suddenly reached out and grabbed his crotch. She squeezed the big lump in his pants hard. "You fuck with him, and I will tear this off. You got it? I will tear it off."
Tom groaned loudly and wheezed. "I got it. I got it."
She let go and smiled at him. "Sorry. Guess you probably think I'm a bitch now."
Tom smiled again, rubbing the front of his pants. "Will you go out with me?"
"You wish." she replied as she walked away.
He slammed another glass of water and walked into the crowd. Talking about Nick was the last thing he wanted to do. Tonight Nick was supposed to be out of the picture, just a friend who occasionally got him off. Pussy tonight, he reminded himself. He wandered into the backyard. The air was cold and his nipples got hard, poking through his polo. Each step caused the fabric to brush against them and soon his dick was hard too. He pushed it down the leg of his jeans, and hoped no one would notice.
Two of his buddies were talking to a group of three girls. He walked up to them and smiled. "See," said his friend John, "I told you we had a third for you."
Though they made it sound like they had already divvied up the women, Tom knew that he could take his pick. Austin and Chris would settle for whatever he left them. He flashed his killer smile at a brunette with narrow eyebrows and opened up his chest. She winked back. Soon, he had broken her away from her friends and led her to the side of the house. He leaned forward and kissed her. The strangeness of her smell, the perfume especially, hit him. He'd become too used to Nick. He pushed her back against the wall and made out with her, as her hand rubbed his stomach and came to rest on his large bulge.
She kneaded the fabric, pulling on his soft dick and massaging his balls. His mind kept wandering, not to any particular place at once, but just all over. He couldn't get himself to focus on what he was doing or to get his thoughts out of the way and let his body respond. They kissed for a few minutes and she pulled away, raising an eyebrow. She clearly couldn’t' understand why he wasn't hard yet. He couldn't either. He had a coed ready to swing from his cock, and he was soft as soft gets. Absolutely nothing was happening down there.
"We could go back to my dorm." She whispered.
The scene played out in his mind. Him drilling her, getting what he came out tonight to get. Then, it was replaced by another scene. Him limp-dicked, unable to perform. Her awkward reassurances and his unsanctimonious exit. He didn't want to risk it.
"I think I'm going to just hang with my buddies tonight. Ok?"
She looked over his shoulder. "Your buddies are long gone."
He took a step away from her. "I can find them."
He stumbled out of the house and walked down the street toward his truck. A few people had asked him where he was going, but he ignored them. He opened the door and sat down, shaking his head. He was swimming in his own thoughts, completely unable to think things out. He didn't understand what was happening to him.
A little more than a mile away Nick sat in his bedroom gaming. He was popular enough to know there was a big party tonight but not quite popular enough to get invited. He knew that Tom could have invited him, which meant he'd made a decision not to.
Nick played out the evening in his head. First Tom would greet the pack, then he'd start flirting, then he'd take home some girl. Nick lay back on his bed and toyed with his cock, imagining Tom undressing the girl. He was torn. He was blowing the hottest guy at school, a guy who could get any girl he wanted. Imagining him with a woman made him seem even hotter to Nick. At the same time, the fact that Tom wanted to score with a woman reinforced the fact that there was something Nick couldn't give him.
Nick's phone buzzed. It was Tom, asking if he could come over.
Nick glanced at his hard cock, which throbbed at the first mention of Tom's name, but then remembered that he hadn't been invited to the party. He was beginning to feel like he was nothing more than a reliable booty call. Initially, he felt like this would develop into a friendship, or maybe something more, but over the past few weeks, he'd felt more and more like he was in Tom's life for only one reason. He knew that Tom had warned him about this - warned him that there would never be anything more - but that didn't mean he had to like it.
He texted back. "Kind of tired, maybe tomorrow."
Tom replied immediately. "Just want to talk to someone. You don't have to . . ."
Nick sighed and then gave in. "Ok, just to talk."
10 minutes later he met Tom behind his parents house and snuck him up the stairs. When he saw Tom stumbled, he frowned. "Are you drunk?"
"A little."
"You shouldn’t' have driven. I could have picked you up."
Tom shrugged his shoulders. "I'm in some kind of funk, man. I was all ready to go out and pick up some chick, any chick, man, and fuck her brains out. Just to do it, you know, there's no greater feeling than getting someone to come home with you. Total validation. And I had this brunette, a 10, Nick, up against a wall, feeling me up, and I couldn't close it. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"You couldn't get it up? That happens." Nick said as if he'd experienced it before, though he never had. Lately he was hard nearly all the time.
"I didn't want to get it up."
"So you came here."
Tom sighed. "I can't talk about this stuff with my friends - my other friends - Nick." he sat down on the edge of Nick's bed. "Can we just watch TV or something?"
"Yeah."
Nick sat down on the bed next to Tom, their legs stretched out in front of them. Tom's were long and thick, dusted with light hair. Nick's were shorter, maybe a little stockier, and a lot hairier. Tom moved one leg next to Nick's and laughed, "You’re like a fucking gorilla."
"I'm an animal" Nick growled, almost embarrassed as soon as he did.
Tom grabbed his thigh. "You would be if you weren't so self-conscious."
They flipped through the channels and settled on a baseball game replay. Nick sat on one side of the bed while Tom sat on the other. He breathed heavily, unsure whether he should make a move. Thus far, he'd blown Tom in cars, parks, kitchens, and places like that, but he'd never just sat with him like this, alone. He'd never been with any guy like this, and he didn't know how to handle it. While he told himself that Tom was just a friend, he wanted much more.
Tom relaxed into the bed and watched the game, happy that he didn't have to talk or impress anyone. He felt like he could allow Nick to see him this way because he knew Nick's big secret. It assured him that he could trust Nick with almost anything. He didn't have to put on a front or act around the guy.
"Thanks for letting me come over." Tom said. He put his hand around Nick's shoulder and then pulled him into his body. He wanted the contact.
Nick's body was tense, but he relaxed quickly. They lay next to each other for a half an hour without saying anything. Nick did his best to cuddle without pushing Tom past where he wanted to be. He didn't want to make him feel awkward. They had already crossed a line that hadn't been crossed before. Since the time that Tom had kissed him, physical contact had been pretty limited.
Tom's mind was still spinning. Despite the fact that his body was relaxed, he couldn’t' help but reexamine the way the night had played out. He'd gone into it with so much intention, and maybe it was the pressure which made him unable to perform. He'd wanted to fuck. Plain and simple. That was what he'd wanted. Tight pussy. Nick's blow-jobs, though he was getting really good at giving them, didn't quite cut it. Yet for some reason he hadn't gotten what he wanted even when it was right in front of him. It didn't make sense.
He sighed loudly. "I just wanted to fuck tonight."
"You struck out." Nick said, "Don't stress about it."
"This sort of thing doesn't happen to me." Tom growled. He jumped off the bed. Nick noticed the hard lump in the front of his pants. Apparently thinking about getting laid was waking up the beast. Though he hadn't been into blowing Tom earlier, after an hour of cuddling he would do it in a second. Tom grabbed his cock and moved it to the side of his pants.
"Fuck me, I've got to go." he said, "I'm horny, my head's fucked up, I can't think straight. I just need to sleep or something."
"It's cool." Nick said as he got up to walk Tom downstairs so that he didn't accidentally wake up his parents.
"Man, I just wanted to fuck tonight."
Nick hesitated, then said what he'd been thinking for most of the night. "You could fuck me."
Tom laughed a little. "You wish."
"Yeah, I do." Nick said. Then he grabbed the hard rod that snaked down the side of Tom's leg. "At least let me take care of this for you."
Not able to resist the pull of a blow-job, Tom sat back down on the bed. "Real quick."
Nick started to open the front of his pants, yanking down his jeans and exposing the tent in his boxers. Tom started to hesitate, worried that he was falling into the very routine that he wanted to get out of. "You don't have to . . ." he started.
"I want to." Nick said as he kissed the tip of the bulge in Tom's boxers. "I keep telling you. I want to."
Tom closed his eyes and leaned back as Nick's mouth engulfed his cock. The familiar feelings of Nick’s oral skills, slowly becoming well tuned to Tom's needs, helped him to close down his mind. The last few days, there had been too much going on in there. This is what he needed. A reliable blow-job, a guy that wouldn't judge him, and ten minutes of peace.
When he opened his eyes after a few minutes, Nick had his pants off and was working his own cock. It was the first time Nick had taken this step, the first time he'd ever dared to undress around Tom while they were being sexual. Tom looked down Nick's back toward his bare ass. He'd never stared at another man's ass before and found it oddly appealing. The mix of hard hairiness, and soft roundness hit him on a bunch of different levels.
The lizard part of his brain woke up again. Before it took over, Tom wondered, where were you when a girl had her hand down my pants? His tongue lolled out of his mouth as Nick slobbered all over his cock and the urge hit him: mount it.
Nick pulled off and smiled at Tom. "You ok?"
"Yeah," Tom stammered, "I, uh, was just thinking . . . would you really let me fuck you?"
Nick pulled Tom's cock out of his mouth and thought about it. He wasn't sure if he was ready, especially for a big dick like Tom's. Strangely, he'd thought of the oral sex as just playing around, but fucking would be a new step. It still resonated in his mind with making love and he felt like it would take him and Tom to a different level. Yet, he had a strong desire to punch his v-card and get it out of the way. Once this was done, it would be easier with other guys. It wouldn't be a big deal anymore.
"Yeah." Nick said. "I mean, I'd try. You're kind of big for a first timer."
"I'll go slow." Tom whispered.
"Ok." Nick said as he grabbed the lube he used for beating off from under his bed. He handed it to Tom, "Be gentle, ok?"
Tom flashed him the toothy smile that he was known for, and Nick felt like everything was going to be ok. "I"ve done this before. I'll treat you good. I promise."
Nick got on all fours and presented himself to Tom. It wasn't sexy at all and he felt embarrassed. He'd assumed that this was how Tom would want to do it. What kind of guy wants to look at another guy while he fucks? Tom grabbed his hip and flipped him. He wasn't going to fuck Nick like a dog his very first time.
Tom was transformed as Nick flipped over. This role was familiar to him, and it translated well from woman to man. He knew that Nick was nervous and afraid, and he knew that it was his job to calm him down and make this as enjoyable as he could. He'd done anal before, and greased up his cock with about as much lube as it would take. Then he handed the bottle to Nick, who rubbed some into his asshole. Tom touched him on the side as he leaned between his legs and Nick's body became tense. Trying to relax him, Tom knelt over and kissed him on the shoulder. Despite the look of concern on his face, Nick's dick was hard and leaking a pool of precum onto his abs. He seemed ready.
Tom grabbed his cock and lined it up between Nick's legs, pushing up and down until it slid into the natural impression. He leaned forward a little, putting some pressure on Nick’s hole and then whispered, "Nice and slow."
He knew it wouldn’t work that way, and the head of his cock popped into Nick's body almost all at once. He held it there as Nick ground his teeth and grimaced. Tom rubbed his stomach, "Just relax. Let your body make room and then we'll get to the fun part."
Nick opened his eyes and rolled them. "You promise?” He asked through gritted teeth.
Tom leaned forward, pushing another inch of his shaft into Nick's hot body and kissed Nick on the forehead, "I promise."
It took five minutes to get two thirds of his monster into Nick - he didn't try to go any deeper. Thus far, he'd been so concerned with making sure Nick was ok that he'd practically ignored his own feelings. Now as Nick relaxed and got into it, he started to concentrate on the warmth and tightness that was massaging his thick rod.
"You ready?" Tom asked.
"There's more?" Nick said with a smile.
"Yeah, now we start fucking." Tom pulled half of his cock out of Nick and then pushed back in. Nick groaned, but the feeling of pleasure overwhelmed Tom and he thrust forward again. This time Nick moaned in pleasure.
"Feel's good?"
Nick moaned again, louder, and nodded. Tom grabbed onto his shoulders and started to rhythmically pump in and out of Nick. Each downward thrust was met with a low grumble from Nick, a deep expression of pleasure and pain. It was a new feeling he'd never known before. The deeper Tom got, the more the bed springs squeaked and the louder Nick moaned. Tom himself was grunting now, getting off on the sounds of sex. When the headboard slammed against the wall, it popped into his head that they were in Nick's house, in the middle of the night, with his parents sleeping.
"Shh . . ." Tom whispered, but Nick didn't quiet down.
In a last ditch effort to silence him, Tom pushed his mouth over Nick's and kissed him hard. Nick raised his head to meet the kiss and then, in a flash, their arms were wrapped around each other. Tom's snaked under Nick's armpits and lifted him up against his own torso. Nick grabbed onto the back of Tom's neck and pulled himself upward. They rocked back and forth, mumbling soft groans into each other's mouths as Tom's cock drove deeper and deeper into Nick's body.
Nick held on to the muscular stud, loving the feelings he was experiencing. Every so often Tom's cock would stab him in a weird way and a flash of pain would shoot through him, but mostly he felt pleasure as Tom slid in and out of him. He removed a hand from Tom's neck and started to yank on his dick.
Tom wasn't sure what he was feeling. Pleasure for sure. Nick's asshole was tight. But his body was different. Harder and thicker. There was a feeling of Nick pushing back, almost like he was fucking an equal. This was a body that would take whatever he could give it. He wouldn't have to be careful with Nick. The roughness of Nick's facial hair against his own face sent a shiver down his spine whenever his lips moved over it. One word kept flashing in his brain - better. This was better than any girl he'd been with. Way, way, better.
He kept pumping into Nick as hard as he possibly could without making too much noise. The deeper he went, the less he cared, and at some point he was aware that if Nick’s parents did wake up, there would be no question about what was going on in the bedroom. Each thrust magnified the pleasure surrounding his dick and each time he thought the same thing, "Better." So much better than anything he'd ever felt. So much better to feel Nick's strong body against his and to feel his hands grabbing onto his neck. Better.
"I'm gonna cum, Nick." Tom groaned.
"Inside me." Nick whispered back. "Inside me."
Tom locked his lips over Nick’s and pushed his tongue into his mouth. At the same time he drove his dick inside and started to hump Nick quickly with short thrusts. The bed creaked under him and Nick's hand was between their bodies, pulling on his dick. He could hear the fapping noises as Nick's dick slapped against his stomach. He pulled his mouth off of Nick’s, licked his way around the edge of his jaw, and then bit into his neck, sucking down hard on the skin.
Deep inside of Nick's body, his dick exploded. His balls drew up against his cock and he started to unload one of the most epic loads of his life. Each thrust, each contraction of his muscles, dumped another glob of cum into Nick. He could feel it bubbling up around the shaft of his dick, the hot, slick wetness leaking out of Nick's ass.
Nick felt Tom's dick swell inside of him and would swear that he felt the hot rope of cum shoot into his body. Then his own cock erupted. His cum splattered across Tom's chest. He groaned loudly and his mouth hung open. Tom locked his lips over Nick's and made out with him, fully in the thrall of his orgasm. Their tongues wrestled as the flood of cum spread between them. When it was all over, Tom collapsed into Nick and pushed his head into the pillow.
"Oh my god dude." Tom groaned.
Nick kissed his shoulder. He wanted to thank Tom, but knew that it would sound corny. "That was amazing." he said. His first time, and it was with the most popular man in the school. No one could ever take that from him.
Tom rolled onto his back. His stomach was shiny with cum and his huge dick, now half hard, lay across his muscular thigh. Nick felt cum ooze out of his asshole onto his sheets. Tom laughed. "Nick, that was . . ."
Nick was still breathing hard, he grabbed Tom's cock and pulled on it a little. Tom yanked his sensitive dick away.
"That was . . ." Tom groaned. In his head he was thinking that it was the best sex of his life. He was glad he didn't actually say it.
Nick snuggled up against him, forgetting the fact that Tom was his friend and not his boyfriend, mostly straight and not gay. A popular guy with a lot to lose. Tom held Nick against him for a minute as his breathing calmed down, then he sat up on the bed. "I gotta go."
Nick snapped out of his love fest and realized that he needed to get Tom out of the house. He didn't want to have to explain Tom's presence when his parents woke up in the morning. He walked with Tom down the stairs and let him out of the front door. Tom smiled at him and said, "Thanks,"
"Thanks to you." Nick said back, "That was one hell of a first time."
"I meant for the talking." Tom said, "The sex, well, that was amazing. Thanks for that too."
Tom pulled the door closed, and Nick walked back upstairs. Tom's boxers were still on his floor. He picked them up, took a quick sniff, and then carefully folded them, before tucking them into his pillow and going to sleep.
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Quarterback Keeper, Part 3
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Tom pulled on a polo and checked himself out in the mirror. The bright peach color looked good on him, and his nipples showed through the thin fabric. He'd styled his hair to the right and left it spiky. The sleeves of the shirt cut across the peak of his bicep, emphasizing their size.
He flashed himself a smile. The girls would be all over him tonight.
His mom was out of town with her boyfriend for the weekend, and Tom would be able to bring a girl home. Though he'd been hanging out with Nick quite a bit, he decided against inviting him to the party. His sexual interactions with Nick were hot, but he had a psychological need to fuck a woman. He needed to reassure himself that he could still do it - that he still wanted to do it. He'd been ignoring women lately because Nick offered an easy alternative. What guy would bother to get a chick to blow him when he had easy access to a someone who would gladly do it no questions asked?
He'd trimmed his pubes earlier, surprised to see how long and thick they'd gotten. Nick liked him that way; more manly, more natural, more unkempt. It seemed to turn Nick on. Over the weeks, Tom had been unconsciously adapting his habits to please Nick. It was time for a change.
One more time he looked himself over in the mirror. His jeans were perfect, the shirt was perfect, and his hair was perfect. Pussy tonight, he growled as he smiled at himself in the mirror. There would be some college girls at the party, and they were way easier to get into bed than high school chicks. "Pussy tonight." he repeated, feeling his cock thicken.
As soon as he arrived at the party, the Pack closed in around him, grabbing his shoulders and attempting to establish their relationship with him. They're like a bunch of wolves, Tom thought, fighting for dominance over each other and eager to take whatever I toss them. They all knew that simply being seen with Tom would make them more popular.
Tom played the crowd, talking up one girl after another. He used to get numbers in case he ever wanted to hook up, and he came to derive a thrill from adding a girl to his list of contacts, but he wasn't getting much out of it tonight. Despite the pep talk he'd given himself in front of the mirror, he wasn't that into the chase.
"You seem kind of out of it man," said one of Tom's friends as he grabbed a beer.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"Try this." He handed Tom a shot of green liquor.
"Do I want to know?" The friend shook his head, and Tom downed the shot. It tasted like mint and burned his throat. Strong. "Got another one?"
Within two minutes he'd downed four shots. Soon his mind was spinning and he was able to loosen up. He hadn't planned on drinking, and he wasn't sure how he would get home, but figured he'd burn that bridge later. He played a game of beer pong with some friends and then caught sight of a blond with long hair and a great body move into the kitchen. Tom sensed an opportunity: a girl all her own was easy prey. He broke away from his friends and followed her into the kitchen.
She turned around to look behind her. "Oh." Tom said softly.
Jen Gelman was a classmate of his. Since about six grade, she'd been an awkward and frumpy. Her hair was thick, and she never seemed to take much pride in her personal appearance. Over the past summer she'd made herself over. Her hair was shiny and her face was clear and beautiful She dressed in form fitting clothes that showed off a curvy, delicious figure.
The first day back to school, when Tom had seen her walk through the commons, he'd asked her out. He knew that she would be a hot commodity on the dating market, and he only dated the cream of the crop. Instead of fawning over his good looks, she turned him down. She said that since he never gave her the time of day before she wasn't going to give him the time of day now. Sounded fair, he thought, but she could say the same thing about every guy in the school. Who was she going to date if she didn't go out with anyone who had ignored her?
"Hey Jen," he said with a goofy smile.
"Tom." She said flatly.
He walked to the sink to grab a glass of water. "You could be nicer to me, you know." Tom said. "I wasn't ever mean to you. I don't think anyway."
She forced a smile. "You weren't mean to me." she said, "But I'm still not going to go out with you."
"No problem," Tom downed the glass of water. "I'm not looking for a girlfriend anyway."
She turned to walk out of the kitchen, then hesitated near the doorway. "What are you doing with Nick Miller, Tom?" she asked.
"What?" Tom said quickly before trying to recover. She couldn't know, he thought. There was absolutely no way that she knew, "I mean, we're locker buddies- just hanging out."
"Is it some kind of game. Make him think he's one of the cool kids and then fuck with him later?"
"No." Tom said, "What the hell, Jen?"
"You've never been one to reach out to your inferiors, and most of the guys you hang out with are dicks."
"Don't talk bad about the pack." Tom said quickly.
"Don't call them that. You sound like a fucking douche, you know that? Just call them your friends."
Tom blushed. He wasn't used to being talked to like this. Normally people deferred to him and let him control the flow of information. He wasn't opposed to being criticized, but it always happened on his terms. Jen had gone on the attack in a way he had never experienced, and now he was getting defensive.
"I'm not a bad guy." Tom said, "I'm not. Nick and I have lockers next to each other and we started to talk a little. I asked him if he wanted to hit the gym with us and he said yes."
She walked toward him and suddenly reached out and grabbed his crotch. She squeezed the big lump in his pants hard. "You fuck with him, and I will tear this off. You got it? I will tear it off."
Tom groaned loudly and wheezed. "I got it. I got it."
She let go and smiled at him. "Sorry. Guess you probably think I'm a bitch now."
Tom smiled again, rubbing the front of his pants. "Will you go out with me?"
"You wish." she replied as she walked away.
He slammed another glass of water and walked into the crowd. Talking about Nick was the last thing he wanted to do. Tonight Nick was supposed to be out of the picture, just a friend who occasionally got him off. Pussy tonight, he reminded himself. He wandered into the backyard. The air was cold and his nipples got hard, poking through his polo. Each step caused the fabric to brush against them and soon his dick was hard too. He pushed it down the leg of his jeans, and hoped no one would notice.
Two of his buddies were talking to a group of three girls. He walked up to them and smiled. "See," said his friend John, "I told you we had a third for you."
Though they made it sound like they had already divvied up the women, Tom knew that he could take his pick. Austin and Chris would settle for whatever he left them. He flashed his killer smile at a brunette with narrow eyebrows and opened up his chest. She winked back. Soon, he had broken her away from her friends and led her to the side of the house. He leaned forward and kissed her. The strangeness of her smell, the perfume especially, hit him. He'd become too used to Nick. He pushed her back against the wall and made out with her, as her hand rubbed his stomach and came to rest on his large bulge.
She kneaded the fabric, pulling on his soft dick and massaging his balls. His mind kept wandering, not to any particular place at once, but just all over. He couldn't get himself to focus on what he was doing or to get his thoughts out of the way and let his body respond. They kissed for a few minutes and she pulled away, raising an eyebrow. She clearly couldn’t' understand why he wasn't hard yet. He couldn't either. He had a coed ready to swing from his cock, and he was soft as soft gets. Absolutely nothing was happening down there.
"We could go back to my dorm." She whispered.
The scene played out in his mind. Him drilling her, getting what he came out tonight to get. Then, it was replaced by another scene. Him limp-dicked, unable to perform. Her awkward reassurances and his unsanctimonious exit. He didn't want to risk it.
"I think I'm going to just hang with my buddies tonight. Ok?"
She looked over his shoulder. "Your buddies are long gone."
He took a step away from her. "I can find them."
He stumbled out of the house and walked down the street toward his truck. A few people had asked him where he was going, but he ignored them. He opened the door and sat down, shaking his head. He was swimming in his own thoughts, completely unable to think things out. He didn't understand what was happening to him.
A little more than a mile away Nick sat in his bedroom gaming. He was popular enough to know there was a big party tonight but not quite popular enough to get invited. He knew that Tom could have invited him, which meant he'd made a decision not to.
Nick played out the evening in his head. First Tom would greet the pack, then he'd start flirting, then he'd take home some girl. Nick lay back on his bed and toyed with his cock, imagining Tom undressing the girl. He was torn. He was blowing the hottest guy at school, a guy who could get any girl he wanted. Imagining him with a woman made him seem even hotter to Nick. At the same time, the fact that Tom wanted to score with a woman reinforced the fact that there was something Nick couldn't give him.
Nick's phone buzzed. It was Tom, asking if he could come over.
Nick glanced at his hard cock, which throbbed at the first mention of Tom's name, but then remembered that he hadn't been invited to the party. He was beginning to feel like he was nothing more than a reliable booty call. Initially, he felt like this would develop into a friendship, or maybe something more, but over the past few weeks, he'd felt more and more like he was in Tom's life for only one reason. He knew that Tom had warned him about this - warned him that there would never be anything more - but that didn't mean he had to like it.
He texted back. "Kind of tired, maybe tomorrow."
Tom replied immediately. "Just want to talk to someone. You don't have to . . ."
Nick sighed and then gave in. "Ok, just to talk."
10 minutes later he met Tom behind his parents house and snuck him up the stairs. When he saw Tom stumbled, he frowned. "Are you drunk?"
"A little."
"You shouldn’t' have driven. I could have picked you up."
Tom shrugged his shoulders. "I'm in some kind of funk, man. I was all ready to go out and pick up some chick, any chick, man, and fuck her brains out. Just to do it, you know, there's no greater feeling than getting someone to come home with you. Total validation. And I had this brunette, a 10, Nick, up against a wall, feeling me up, and I couldn't close it. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"You couldn't get it up? That happens." Nick said as if he'd experienced it before, though he never had. Lately he was hard nearly all the time.
"I didn't want to get it up."
"So you came here."
Tom sighed. "I can't talk about this stuff with my friends - my other friends - Nick." he sat down on the edge of Nick's bed. "Can we just watch TV or something?"
"Yeah."
Nick sat down on the bed next to Tom, their legs stretched out in front of them. Tom's were long and thick, dusted with light hair. Nick's were shorter, maybe a little stockier, and a lot hairier. Tom moved one leg next to Nick's and laughed, "You’re like a fucking gorilla."
"I'm an animal" Nick growled, almost embarrassed as soon as he did.
Tom grabbed his thigh. "You would be if you weren't so self-conscious."
They flipped through the channels and settled on a baseball game replay. Nick sat on one side of the bed while Tom sat on the other. He breathed heavily, unsure whether he should make a move. Thus far, he'd blown Tom in cars, parks, kitchens, and places like that, but he'd never just sat with him like this, alone. He'd never been with any guy like this, and he didn't know how to handle it. While he told himself that Tom was just a friend, he wanted much more.
Tom relaxed into the bed and watched the game, happy that he didn't have to talk or impress anyone. He felt like he could allow Nick to see him this way because he knew Nick's big secret. It assured him that he could trust Nick with almost anything. He didn't have to put on a front or act around the guy.
"Thanks for letting me come over." Tom said. He put his hand around Nick's shoulder and then pulled him into his body. He wanted the contact.
Nick's body was tense, but he relaxed quickly. They lay next to each other for a half an hour without saying anything. Nick did his best to cuddle without pushing Tom past where he wanted to be. He didn't want to make him feel awkward. They had already crossed a line that hadn't been crossed before. Since the time that Tom had kissed him, physical contact had been pretty limited.
Tom's mind was still spinning. Despite the fact that his body was relaxed, he couldn’t' help but reexamine the way the night had played out. He'd gone into it with so much intention, and maybe it was the pressure which made him unable to perform. He'd wanted to fuck. Plain and simple. That was what he'd wanted. Tight pussy. Nick's blow-jobs, though he was getting really good at giving them, didn't quite cut it. Yet for some reason he hadn't gotten what he wanted even when it was right in front of him. It didn't make sense.
He sighed loudly. "I just wanted to fuck tonight."
"You struck out." Nick said, "Don't stress about it."
"This sort of thing doesn't happen to me." Tom growled. He jumped off the bed. Nick noticed the hard lump in the front of his pants. Apparently thinking about getting laid was waking up the beast. Though he hadn't been into blowing Tom earlier, after an hour of cuddling he would do it in a second. Tom grabbed his cock and moved it to the side of his pants.
"Fuck me, I've got to go." he said, "I'm horny, my head's fucked up, I can't think straight. I just need to sleep or something."
"It's cool." Nick said as he got up to walk Tom downstairs so that he didn't accidentally wake up his parents.
"Man, I just wanted to fuck tonight."
Nick hesitated, then said what he'd been thinking for most of the night. "You could fuck me."
Tom laughed a little. "You wish."
"Yeah, I do." Nick said. Then he grabbed the hard rod that snaked down the side of Tom's leg. "At least let me take care of this for you."
Not able to resist the pull of a blow-job, Tom sat back down on the bed. "Real quick."
Nick started to open the front of his pants, yanking down his jeans and exposing the tent in his boxers. Tom started to hesitate, worried that he was falling into the very routine that he wanted to get out of. "You don't have to . . ." he started.
"I want to." Nick said as he kissed the tip of the bulge in Tom's boxers. "I keep telling you. I want to."
Tom closed his eyes and leaned back as Nick's mouth engulfed his cock. The familiar feelings of Nick’s oral skills, slowly becoming well tuned to Tom's needs, helped him to close down his mind. The last few days, there had been too much going on in there. This is what he needed. A reliable blow-job, a guy that wouldn't judge him, and ten minutes of peace.
When he opened his eyes after a few minutes, Nick had his pants off and was working his own cock. It was the first time Nick had taken this step, the first time he'd ever dared to undress around Tom while they were being sexual. Tom looked down Nick's back toward his bare ass. He'd never stared at another man's ass before and found it oddly appealing. The mix of hard hairiness, and soft roundness hit him on a bunch of different levels.
The lizard part of his brain woke up again. Before it took over, Tom wondered, where were you when a girl had her hand down my pants? His tongue lolled out of his mouth as Nick slobbered all over his cock and the urge hit him: mount it.
Nick pulled off and smiled at Tom. "You ok?"
"Yeah," Tom stammered, "I, uh, was just thinking . . . would you really let me fuck you?"
Nick pulled Tom's cock out of his mouth and thought about it. He wasn't sure if he was ready, especially for a big dick like Tom's. Strangely, he'd thought of the oral sex as just playing around, but fucking would be a new step. It still resonated in his mind with making love and he felt like it would take him and Tom to a different level. Yet, he had a strong desire to punch his v-card and get it out of the way. Once this was done, it would be easier with other guys. It wouldn't be a big deal anymore.
"Yeah." Nick said. "I mean, I'd try. You're kind of big for a first timer."
"I'll go slow." Tom whispered.
"Ok." Nick said as he grabbed the lube he used for beating off from under his bed. He handed it to Tom, "Be gentle, ok?"
Tom flashed him the toothy smile that he was known for, and Nick felt like everything was going to be ok. "I"ve done this before. I'll treat you good. I promise."
Nick got on all fours and presented himself to Tom. It wasn't sexy at all and he felt embarrassed. He'd assumed that this was how Tom would want to do it. What kind of guy wants to look at another guy while he fucks? Tom grabbed his hip and flipped him. He wasn't going to fuck Nick like a dog his very first time.
Tom was transformed as Nick flipped over. This role was familiar to him, and it translated well from woman to man. He knew that Nick was nervous and afraid, and he knew that it was his job to calm him down and make this as enjoyable as he could. He'd done anal before, and greased up his cock with about as much lube as it would take. Then he handed the bottle to Nick, who rubbed some into his asshole. Tom touched him on the side as he leaned between his legs and Nick's body became tense. Trying to relax him, Tom knelt over and kissed him on the shoulder. Despite the look of concern on his face, Nick's dick was hard and leaking a pool of precum onto his abs. He seemed ready.
Tom grabbed his cock and lined it up between Nick's legs, pushing up and down until it slid into the natural impression. He leaned forward a little, putting some pressure on Nick’s hole and then whispered, "Nice and slow."
He knew it wouldn’t work that way, and the head of his cock popped into Nick's body almost all at once. He held it there as Nick ground his teeth and grimaced. Tom rubbed his stomach, "Just relax. Let your body make room and then we'll get to the fun part."
Nick opened his eyes and rolled them. "You promise?” He asked through gritted teeth.
Tom leaned forward, pushing another inch of his shaft into Nick's hot body and kissed Nick on the forehead, "I promise."
It took five minutes to get two thirds of his monster into Nick - he didn't try to go any deeper. Thus far, he'd been so concerned with making sure Nick was ok that he'd practically ignored his own feelings. Now as Nick relaxed and got into it, he started to concentrate on the warmth and tightness that was massaging his thick rod.
"You ready?" Tom asked.
"There's more?" Nick said with a smile.
"Yeah, now we start fucking." Tom pulled half of his cock out of Nick and then pushed back in. Nick groaned, but the feeling of pleasure overwhelmed Tom and he thrust forward again. This time Nick moaned in pleasure.
"Feel's good?"
Nick moaned again, louder, and nodded. Tom grabbed onto his shoulders and started to rhythmically pump in and out of Nick. Each downward thrust was met with a low grumble from Nick, a deep expression of pleasure and pain. It was a new feeling he'd never known before. The deeper Tom got, the more the bed springs squeaked and the louder Nick moaned. Tom himself was grunting now, getting off on the sounds of sex. When the headboard slammed against the wall, it popped into his head that they were in Nick's house, in the middle of the night, with his parents sleeping.
"Shh . . ." Tom whispered, but Nick didn't quiet down.
In a last ditch effort to silence him, Tom pushed his mouth over Nick's and kissed him hard. Nick raised his head to meet the kiss and then, in a flash, their arms were wrapped around each other. Tom's snaked under Nick's armpits and lifted him up against his own torso. Nick grabbed onto the back of Tom's neck and pulled himself upward. They rocked back and forth, mumbling soft groans into each other's mouths as Tom's cock drove deeper and deeper into Nick's body.
Nick held on to the muscular stud, loving the feelings he was experiencing. Every so often Tom's cock would stab him in a weird way and a flash of pain would shoot through him, but mostly he felt pleasure as Tom slid in and out of him. He removed a hand from Tom's neck and started to yank on his dick.
Tom wasn't sure what he was feeling. Pleasure for sure. Nick's asshole was tight. But his body was different. Harder and thicker. There was a feeling of Nick pushing back, almost like he was fucking an equal. This was a body that would take whatever he could give it. He wouldn't have to be careful with Nick. The roughness of Nick's facial hair against his own face sent a shiver down his spine whenever his lips moved over it. One word kept flashing in his brain - better. This was better than any girl he'd been with. Way, way, better.
He kept pumping into Nick as hard as he possibly could without making too much noise. The deeper he went, the less he cared, and at some point he was aware that if Nick’s parents did wake up, there would be no question about what was going on in the bedroom. Each thrust magnified the pleasure surrounding his dick and each time he thought the same thing, "Better." So much better than anything he'd ever felt. So much better to feel Nick's strong body against his and to feel his hands grabbing onto his neck. Better.
"I'm gonna cum, Nick." Tom groaned.
"Inside me." Nick whispered back. "Inside me."
Tom locked his lips over Nick’s and pushed his tongue into his mouth. At the same time he drove his dick inside and started to hump Nick quickly with short thrusts. The bed creaked under him and Nick's hand was between their bodies, pulling on his dick. He could hear the fapping noises as Nick's dick slapped against his stomach. He pulled his mouth off of Nick’s, licked his way around the edge of his jaw, and then bit into his neck, sucking down hard on the skin.
Deep inside of Nick's body, his dick exploded. His balls drew up against his cock and he started to unload one of the most epic loads of his life. Each thrust, each contraction of his muscles, dumped another glob of cum into Nick. He could feel it bubbling up around the shaft of his dick, the hot, slick wetness leaking out of Nick's ass.
Nick felt Tom's dick swell inside of him and would swear that he felt the hot rope of cum shoot into his body. Then his own cock erupted. His cum splattered across Tom's chest. He groaned loudly and his mouth hung open. Tom locked his lips over Nick's and made out with him, fully in the thrall of his orgasm. Their tongues wrestled as the flood of cum spread between them. When it was all over, Tom collapsed into Nick and pushed his head into the pillow.
"Oh my god dude." Tom groaned.
Nick kissed his shoulder. He wanted to thank Tom, but knew that it would sound corny. "That was amazing." he said. His first time, and it was with the most popular man in the school. No one could ever take that from him.
Tom rolled onto his back. His stomach was shiny with cum and his huge dick, now half hard, lay across his muscular thigh. Nick felt cum ooze out of his asshole onto his sheets. Tom laughed. "Nick, that was . . ."
Nick was still breathing hard, he grabbed Tom's cock and pulled on it a little. Tom yanked his sensitive dick away.
"That was . . ." Tom groaned. In his head he was thinking that it was the best sex of his life. He was glad he didn't actually say it.
Nick snuggled up against him, forgetting the fact that Tom was his friend and not his boyfriend, mostly straight and not gay. A popular guy with a lot to lose. Tom held Nick against him for a minute as his breathing calmed down, then he sat up on the bed. "I gotta go."
Nick snapped out of his love fest and realized that he needed to get Tom out of the house. He didn't want to have to explain Tom's presence when his parents woke up in the morning. He walked with Tom down the stairs and let him out of the front door. Tom smiled at him and said, "Thanks,"
"Thanks to you." Nick said back, "That was one hell of a first time."
"I meant for the talking." Tom said, "The sex, well, that was amazing. Thanks for that too."
Tom pulled the door closed, and Nick walked back upstairs. Tom's boxers were still on his floor. He picked them up, took a quick sniff, and then carefully folded them, before tucking them into his pillow and going to sleep.
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Thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it. Charlie – cosmic709@yahoo.com.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Quarterback Keeper, Part 2
Thanks for the tremendous response on this one guys.
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Quarterback
Keeper, Part 2
C.
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The
next morning, Nick walked into school and found Tom standing at his
locker. As Nick was putting in his combination, his backpack slipped
off his shoulder onto the floor. He knelt down to pick it up and
found himself a foot away from Tom's crotch.
"Don't
get any ideas," Tom whispered.
Nick
looked up and blushed. Then Tom laughed loudly. He reached down and
gave him a hand up. Nick opened his locker and started to go through
his stuff.
"So,
Nick, I know this maybe isn't your scene, but I meant it when I said
you could come and work out with me. You could meet the guys, and I
could show you some stuff."
Nick
wasn't sure where this was going, but he felt the need to keep his
distance, "I don't know, man. Those guys . . "
"They're
kind of idiots, but they won't fuck with you. I promise. Some of them
are actually pretty cool."
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Quarterback Keeper, Part 1
Here's the first chapter of a new one. I hope you guys like it.
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Quarterback
Keeper, Part 1
C.
Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
cceroticstories.blogspot.com
charliessmut.tumblr.com
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Tom
Johnson walked out of his biology class, relieved to be finished with
another day of school. They’d only been at it for a week, but
between his social life, football practice, and the pressures of
being a senior, he was exhausted. He moved through the hallway,
watching the sea of people part before him. He’d waited for this
moment for three years. He was a senior, he was the starting
quarterback, and he was the undisputed king of his high-school.
A
natural leader, Tom was the kind of guy that other people liked to
follow. He had a relaxed, self-effacing personality, and a rugged,
handsome demeanor. The girls stared at him slack-jawed, and his
buddies envied him. Yet it had never gone to his head. He wasn’t
popular because he was pretty; he was popular because people liked
him.
He
walked to his locker with a pack of friends in tow. They jostled each
other, getting pumped up before practice. When he arrived the guy who
had the locker next to his was standing in his way.
Tom
had taken a class or two with Nick, but they'd never interacted until
they became locker neighbors. Quiet and shy, Nick was a nobody, a
literal non-entity in the school. Tom said hi to him in the mornings,
but the conversation didn't go farther than that. He could tell that
Nick was intimidated by him, so he tried to give him the space he
needed.
His
friends, however, couldn't resist hassling the kid. Nick was smaller,
thinner, and a little feminine. The pack had seized on his
vulnerability, and the ribbing was nearly constant. Tom didn't know
how to handle it. He wanted to tell his friends to shut up. On the
other hand, he didn’t want the guys to turn on him. As his friends
amped up the brutality of their insults, the pressure to join in on
the taunting grew. In the end, the desire to impress the pack won
out.
“Out
of my way, fag.” Tom said as he shoved Nick.
He’d
heard his friends say it before. When Nick got flustered and blushed
in the mornings, he’d thought, ‘this guy’s a fag.’ But he’d
never said it. As the words rolled off his tongue he instantly
regretted it. He had no idea that he could hit a guy that hard.
Nick
stumbled over his stuff, slammed his locker door, and quickly ran
off. Tom’s buddies laughed and moved on to the next joke. Tom
shoved some books into his locker, telling the guys he was going to
study for half-an hour before football practice. The pack broke up,
and Tom was alone. His face burned red and his heart thumped in his
chest.
Suddenly
someone grabbed him by the collar. He was pulled around the corner
and into the men's room. When he turned around one of the assistant
football coaches stood in front of him. Coach Miller was about an
inch shorter than Tom and after a summer of lifting heavy Tom could
have taken him. However, he naturally deferred to authority figures
and respected his coaches. He took a step back and relaxed.
He
straightened his shirt as the coach boomed, “What the fuck was that
about?”
Tom
stared at him blankly.
“Did
I hear you call that kid a fag?” he yelled. Miller stepped toward
him. Though the coach had never gotten physical with a player, his
aggression unnerved Tom.
“I
. . . uh . . . yeah I did coach,” Tom stammered as he looked down
at the floor.
“Do
you have any idea how much trouble you can get into for shit like
that? You’d be off the team. Suspended. The end.” Miller said.
The anger had left his voice.
“I
don’t know why I said it.” Tom said. “Honestly, I’m not like
that Coach.”
“You
were trying to impress your idiot friends.” The coach stepped
toward him again and looked him in the eyes. “You’ve got pretty
much everything going for you. You’re damn good looking, you’re
athletic, not stupid, and a natural leader. It’s time for you to
step up and be a man. You’ve got to set the tone with those guys.
They follow you. Don’t forget it.”
“I
know.” Tom said. He felt like he was getting yelled at by his dad.
The shame and disappointment were worse than the fear of punishment.
“I’ll tell him I’m sorry. Next time I see him.”
“Do
it today. OK?” the coach said. “The last thing that kid needs
right now is to get harassed by a guy like you. He probably looks up
to you. Try to be the man he imagines you to be.”
Miller
left without saying another word. Tom felt like an idiot. He stood in
the bathroom for a solid ten minutes and set his mind on putting
things right with Nick. The coach was right. He was too good for this
kind of bullshit. It was time for him to step up.
*
* * * *
Nick
Walsh sped home after school, close to tears. His neck was hot and
burning, and his chest hurt. He’d been called a fag before, and it
had never bothered him all that much. But when Tom Johnson said it,
it cut him to the core. He was crushed.
Tom
had been nice to him, friendly even, and it had seemed too good to be
true. Over the week, he’d convinced himself that Tom was better
than he'd thought a guy like that could be. He’d even started to
entertain the idea that Tom might like him. It was a fantasy, but
there was some basis in reality.
Tom
was every gay boy’s wet dream come true. Tall with broad shoulders,
his body was wrapped in muscle. His dark blond hair was cut short,
his jaw square, his eyes a piercing brown. Popular and athletic, he
had a personality to go with his looks. He’d even started to send
Nick a little wave when they passed in the hallways.
And
then . . . “out of my way fag.”
The
whole fantasy collapsed. Tom was just another asshole jock. He would
never like Nick, not as a friend, and certainly not in the way that
Nick wanted to be liked.
He
was upstairs changing his clothes when he heard the doorbell ring. He
opened the front door, and Tom Johnson stood in front of him. Nick
was a respectable height and weight, 5'10" and a defined 160
lbs, but he felt dwarfed by Tom. Tom wore a sleeveless white t-shirt
and gray cotton shorts that clung to his quads. He ran a hand through
his hair and asked if he could come in.
Nick
nodded and stepped aside, dumbstruck. Tom walked into the living room
and sat down on the couch. He spread his legs open and Nick could see
the long bulge of his dick through his shorts.
Nick
tried not to stare as he sat down. In his head, he yelled at himself
for not saying anything. Why couldn't he say anything?
"Listen,
today when I said, uh . . . when I called you a, uh . . . fag, I
shouldn't have said that. I don't know why I did. I guess I was just
trying to impress my friends. I'm sorry."
The
words tumbled out of Tom's mouth all at once, and Nick could see that
he meant them. He stared at Tom's gorgeous face. The fact that this
hunk was so torn up about calling a guy a name made him even more
attractive. His fantasy, momentarily sullied, was back and stronger
than ever.
"The
pack is going to leave you alone too. I'm not going to let them treat
you that way anymore." Tom went on, hoping for some response.
"Thanks."
Nick said softly, "This is, uh, really cool of you Tom."
"Hey,
bud, I don't know if you're into it, but I've got some weed in my
car if you want to toke up." Tom said with a grin. "I mean,
if we're going to spend the year as neighbors, we should get to know
each other, right?"
"Seriously?"
Nick said, "Yeah, that'd be great."
Soon
they were in the backyard smoking. They lay out on benches, taking in
the last rays of the summer sun. They didn't talk about anything.
Nick was too nervous to speak and was terrified that he would ruin
everything. Tom enjoyed the silence. It was a welcome reprieve from
the constant chatter of his friends. The sun was hot on his skin, and
he stripped off his shirt without much thought. Nick's eyes widened
in awe of the body that was revealed.
It
had been obvious that Tom was muscular, but Nick had no idea that the
guy was ripped to shreds. Every muscle in his torso rippled as he
settled back onto the bench. His pecs were two huge slabs with
perfect, quarter-sized nipples on top of them. Nick stole glances
whenever he could, making a point of not staring.
After
another five minutes, Tom stirred, "Man, I'm parched. You mind
if I get a glass of water?"
Nick
got up, and Tom followed him into the house. He filled a glass and
handed it to Tom, who gulped it down. His huge Adams apple bounced as
he swallowed. Nick's eyes wandered down Tom's torso to the perfect V
that framed his groin. A patch of dark hair, trimmed close to the
skin, trailed down into his shorts above a magnificent bulge.
Nick
didn't realize he was staring until Tom said, "What's up man?"
Nick
blushed and stepped backward. "Nothing." He stuttered.
Tom
sat down on a stool. "You're gay, aren't you?"
Nick
muttered something and looked away.
"Sorry,
man," Tom said quickly, "That was kind of personal. You
just seem really thrown off whenever you're around me."
"Yeah,
I'm gay." Nick said. It was the first time he'd told anyone.
Then he added quickly, without thinking, "And you're, like,
really hot."
Nick
blushed and looked away, beating himself up inside. Why the fuck did
he say that? First he tells the guy he's gay. Then he tells him he's
hot. What the fuck was that about?
"I'm
just a guy." Tom said, ignoring the remark, "You don't have
to be intimidated."
Nick
continued to stare at the floor.
"It's
ok if you look at my body, man. I'm not going to freak out or
anything." Tom said. "Maybe then you wouldn't be so shy
around me. If you just took it all in, you could relax a little."
Nick
looked up. He stared at Tom's chest, and then briefly looked up at
his face. Tom grinned, and Nick's heart melted. Why did this guy have
to be so hot and so nice to him at the same time? His dick was
throbbing, and he needed a minute to get his mind together. His
thoughts were cloudy from the weed. He stepped back and pretended
like he needed more water.
Tom
read the move and almost instinctively grabbed Nick by the wrist. He
slowly moved Nick's hand to his chest and placed the open palm
against his skin. Nick didn't try to pull away.
Tom
had no idea why he had reached out for Nick, and his head was
spinning. He knew that Nick had a crush on him and that he was giving
him what he desired, but it felt like a game. He was teasing Nick.
Making him think he could get something that Tom wouldn't give.
Tom
broke the silence. "Have you ever touched a guy like this
before?"
Nick
shook his head no.
"It's
ok." Tom said as he let go of Nick's wrist.
Nick
moved his hand across the muscular chest. The skin was a little
sweaty, and his fingers slid around Tom's nipples. The touch suddenly
turned erotic, and Tom stiffened up. Nick panicked and pulled his
hand away.
Something
in Tom wanted to give Nick the chance to explore his sexuality. He
kept hearing the coach's voice telling him to be the man Nick
imagined him to be, and letting a guy touch his chest wasn't too
weird. On a deeper, visceral level, the contact with his nipples had
woken up his lizard brain. It sensed an opportunity for sex; a chance
to plant his seed. Tom wasn't cognizant of the desire, but he could
feel his body reaching out and trying to pull Nick in.
He
grabbed Nick's hand again and placed it on his stomach. He’d worked
hard all summer, cutting his calories like a freak to get a rippling
six pack. He was proud of his washboard abs, and would miss them once
he bulked up for football. Nick gazed at his muscles, admiring his
frame strength and size. Without thinking Tom reached over and put a
hand on Nick’s chest, feeling his body through his shirt.
“You
should work out, man. You’ve got a good build.” Tom said. He
moved his hand to Nick’s stomach. “You’d put on muscle in no
time.”
“You
think?” Nick said through heavy breaths.
“Yeah,
man. You should start working out with the guys.”
The
rational part of Tom’s brain was back in control. This was how he
would make things up to Nick. He would teach him how to lift,
introduce him to the dudes at the gym, and let him hang around with
the pack. Nick would feel better about himself, and he would look
better for helping him. It was a win-win.
“That’d
be so cool.” Nick said.
Tom
stood and took a drink of water, letting Nick's hand fall away from
his body. They awkwardly stood in silence for half a minute, and Nick
started to worry that he would blow his one chance at getting into
Tom’s pants. He had a jock standing in his kitchen who had stripped
down and let him feel his body. Whatever was going on, whether it was
the weed or something else, he could sense that Tom's guard was down.
He mustered his courage and reached out toward Tom’s stomach.
As
soon as Nick made contact Tom recoiled from the touch. Nick looked at
him, terrified. It took a second, but then he smiled. He squared his
shoulders and said, “It’s ok.” This time trying to reassure
himself as much as Nick
Nick
rubbed his hands over Tom’s abs, only once glancing up into his
eyes. Tom look vulnerable, yet somehow still in control control.
“I’d
love to have a stomach like this,” Nick said, trying to mask the
touching as admiration rather than a sexual advance.
Tom
didn’t buy it. “How long have you wanted me?”
“I
don’t know, since I saw you.” Nick said. He blushed again.
Tom
felt himself losing control. The hand on his stomach felt amazing. It
was a different kind of touch - not at all like a girl’s. Nick’s
hand was rougher, and his attitude bordered on worshipful. Tom had
never had a person so interested in him before. His dick started to
stir. He wanted to impress this guy, to show him how much of a man he
was, to take him, conquer him, and own him.
He
straightened up his back, making his body bigger and more
intimidating. Then he threw back his shoulders, causing his chest to
expand and his abs to contract. He could do whatever he wanted with
Nick, and his dick decided that it wanted more. He grabbed Nick’s
hand by the wrist and pushed it lower. When Nick’s fingers made
contact with the waistband of his shorts, Tom guided them under the
fabric. He let go and felt Nick's fingers move through his pubes.
His
last rational thought was that he shouldn’t take advantage of Nick.
Whatever happened between them today was the most there could ever
be. He had no intention of continuing things outside of the strange
circumstances of that afternoon. He knew that he was leading Nick on,
creating expectations that couldn’t be fulfilled.
Then
Nick’s fingers wrapped around his dick and he stopped thinking.
Nick's
hand passed the head of his cock and grasped his shaft. Tom was hard
as steel, and when he looked forward, Nick’s eyes were in front of
his own. The guy looked terrified and elated at the same time. This
was his first sexual experience, Tom remembered. Until ten minutes
ago, he’d never even touched a guy. On top of that, Tom was the man
of his dreams. He untied the drawstring that held his shorts up and
let them slide down. Then he stepped out of the flimsy fabric. Nick
kept his hand on his dick the whole time. Tom didn’t need to think
about what came next. He had enough experience to know how to move
things along.
He
put a hand on Nick’s shoulder and gently pushed him downward. He
was amazed how quickly Nick complied and dropped to his knees. No
resistance, no second thoughts. The heat rising from Tom’s groin
called to him and suddenly he was confronted by Tom’s dick. Nine
inches of uncut, veiny manhood shot out in front of him. He stared at
it in awe, practically dumbstruck by the massive dick. Tom was truly
the whole package.
If
you had asked Tom that morning about getting sucked off by a guy, he
would have told you that he would never do it. Now, horned up by the
situation and Nick's devotional attitude, he realized that he wasn't
too hung up on who sucked his dick as long as he got his nut. He
smiled at Nick, who looked scared.
"Just
explore." Tom said as he leaned back against the counter.
Nick
put his hands on Tom's thighs and was immediately surprised at their
hardness and their warmth. Tom's muscles twitched under his tight
skin. Knowing that this wasn't the kind of exploration that Tom
expected, he brought his lips to the head of Tom's cock.
He
let it slip into his mouth. It was the first dick he had ever sucked,
and he was confronted by the taste, smell, and heat of Tom's manhood.
The time spend outside had created a coating of salty sweat, and
warm, musky air rose up from between his legs. Nick grabbed onto
Tom's balls. They were big and heavy in his hand. Tom's sack felt
like silk as his nuts rolled between Nick's fingers.
The
head of Tom's dick still in his mouth, Nick placed his hands on Tom's
ass, moving them down the back of the jock's legs. As he grabbed onto
Tom's calves, Tom flexed and pushed forward. His dick pushed deeper
into Nick's mouth. Nick sucked eagerly on the head of Toms' dick,
bobbing up and down while his hands rubbed his calves.
Tom
looked down at him. "Everything you imagined?"
"Better."
"You're
a natural." Tom said, "It feels good."
Tom's
big hand moved across Nick's neck and up into his hair, sending a
shiver down Nick's spine. He played with the longish brown hair and
caressed his scalp. Nick turned into putty under the gentle
maneuvering, and slowly Tom moved his mouth from the tip of his dick
onto his shaft. Nick allowed Tom to take control. He kissed his way
down the shaft and then tongued the thick pubes at the root of Tom's
massive cock.
The
pressure on the back of his head didn't let up. Tom pushed him
further downward. As Nick descended into Tom's junk, he felt things
getting hotter and moister. He breathed in deeply. Tom smelled like a
man. It was a moment of confirmation for him. Only a gay guy could
love that smell, and he definitely loved it.
Tom
pushed him into his nuts. They were the biggest pair of testicles
Nick had ever seen, either in the locker-room or in porn. They hung
low from Tom's body and were much larger than they had felt in his
hand. They looked like a pair of eggs, swinging between his legs.
Nick palmed them and kissed one of the orbs before looking up at Tom.
"Fucking
wild, huh?" Tom grinned, "That's our dirty family secret."
Nick
kept staring. They were larger than life.
"Kiss
them again." Tom hissed.
Tom
leaned back against the counter and opened his legs. Not only were
his nuts huge, they were the most sensitive part of his body. Nothing
made him happier than a warm, wet mouth sucking on his baby-makers. A
dude’s nuts were his manhood - that’s where it all came from -
and showing them some appreciation was synonymous in Tom's mind with
showing him the respect he deserved. Girls always avoided his nuts.
They were either grossed out by their size or turned off by sucking
on a man’s sack. Tom had Nick completely under his spell, and he
was determined to get a good ball job out of the encounter.
Nick
sucked a nut into his mouth and looked up at Tom. His huge cock stood
above him, the foreskin rolled back around the head. Tom’s perfect
body lay beyond. It was an over whelming position to be in. A stud
staring down at him, a cock in his face, muscular thighs on either
side, and the smell and heat of Tom’s body. He went a little crazy
as he dove into the jock’s junk. Tom groaned loudly.
“Yes.”
he moaned, “Fuck yes.”
Tom’s
grabbed Nick’s hair and began to move Nick’s head around his
sack. Nick sucked and licked while Tom directed his mouth from left
to right, under his nuts and above them, into the crease between his
legs and then back to his junk. Nick was slobbering all over him, and
as his head got pushed around, his own saliva left a shiny film on
his face.
“Oh
fuck yeah,” Tom groaned. He looked down at Nick, who was staring
right back at him. “You’re doing good, man. I could stand here
forever.”
“This
is so fucking hot,” Nick said as he tongued Tom's dick.
Tom
moved his hand to his dick. As Nick sucked on his balls, he rubbed
the head of his cock through Nick’s hair. He was leaking like a
faucet now, and a steady stream of precum spilled out onto Nick’s
scalp. It was dirty, Tom thought. It didn’t seem right to ooze dog
water onto someone without them knowing. Seeing the slick mess grow
fueled his frenzy, and as Nick’s hair rubbed his glans, he realized
that he was getting close to cumming.
Tom
leaned forward and pushed his body down against Nick’s face.
Surprisingly, Nick pushed back against him. Tom ground his junk into
the eager mouth, while he jerked his cock. His mind was completely
blank. He was just trying to get off.
Nick
sensed that Tom was on the edge and reached into his pants for his
dick. He was so hard and horny that it only took a few pulls for his
orgasm to boil over. His whole body convulsed and his breathing
became ragged. He felt a thick rope of cum race up his shaft and
blast into his jeans. Five more volleys of seed followed, and he felt
each one. It was the wildest, most intense orgasm of his life. The
volume of cum filled his briefs and covered his hand. His dreams and
fantasies had come true - he actually had his mouth on Tom Johnson’s
nuts. He savored every twitch and wave of pleasure.
Tom
watched Nick’s body shake. He could tell that Nick was cumming
because he wasn’t even sucking his nuts any more. Instead, he was
just breathing hard against his sack. Alternating blasts of hot,
moist breath and cool air tingled across the skin of his scrotum.
What
turned him on even more was the fact that Nick was willing to cum
like that. Face jammed between his legs, wholly caught up in the act
of servicing him, so hot that he blew his load in his pants. It was
an incredible power trip, and he felt strong and powerful. No one had
ever made their own sexual enjoyment about him before.
“I’m
ready,” Tom said out loud. ‘“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”
Without
a second thought, Nick moved his mouth to the head of Tom’s dick.
Tom looked down at him, surprised that Nick was actually trying to
catch his cum in his mouth. This, again, was something that girls
never, ever wanted to do.
“You
want it?” Tom asked. His face was sweaty and he was all smiles. He
didn’t wait for Nick to respond. “Yeah you do.” He moved his
hand along the side of Nick’s face and then slipped a finger into
his mouth. Nick immediately sucked down on it.
“Yeah,
you’re going to get a big load of my cum. Get ready.”
Nick
mumbled something as Tom removed his finger and slipped the tip of
his dick between Nick’s lips. He let himself go and began to blast
his load into Nick’s mouth.
Nick
had tasted his own cum before, but the taste of Tom’s was
different, and the way it just flooded his mouth was intense. It
poured out onto his tongue in salty, thick globs. Nick swished it
around, breaking it up as he continued to tongue Tom’s glans. Tom
had one hand on his dick and one on Nick’s head, and he held both
steady as he unloaded. Even if Nick had wanted to pull away, he
wouldn’t have been able to.
When
Nick glanced upward, he was amazed. Tom’s whole body contracted.
The muscles of his chest bulged. His abs were tight and rigid. Then
his dick would throb and dump another thick glob of semen into his
mouth. This happened at least five times before Tom’s hips stopped
moving and his cock ran dry. He continued to shudder, and his rod
stayed rock hard in Nick’s mouth.
Tom
let out a loud sigh and bent backward. He shook the tension out of
his muscles and then stepped away from Nick. His dick began to
soften, and he pulled his shorts back on. Nick stared at him,
questioning whether or not he was dreaming. Tom's eyes moved down
Nick's body and noticed the massive wet spot in Nick's shorts. It
looked like Nick had pissed his pants.
"Jesus,
bro, is that all cum?" he asked.
Nick
blushed and looked down at himself. "Yeah," he said, "I'm
kind of a shooter."
"You
better keep that dick away from a pussy, cause you'll knock a chick
up in a second."
Nick
smiled. "I don't think that's going to happen."
Tom
finished the glass of water that sat on the counter before pulling on
his clothes. "I gotta get going." There was a moment of
awkward silence. Neither guy knew what to do next. "I guess I
should say thanks." Tom said.
"I'm
the one who should be saying thanks." Nick said.
"Well,
uh, I don't think I need to say it, but . . ."
"Don't
worry," Nick said. "I'm not going to tell anyone."
"Well,
uh, see you tomorrow then." Tom said as he turned to leave.
Nick
stood in the middle of the room, breathing in the last fumes of their
coupling. Post orgasm fear and insecurity had returned. He had no
idea how Tom, Mr Straight Jock, would cope with the fact that he'd
just let Nick blow him. Nick knew not to expect much. Hopefully, Tom
wouldn't start ignoring him.
He
stood up and did a quick scan of the kitchen. He didn't want his
parents to come home and find a splash of cum somewhere. He cracked a
window to air the room out. Then he went up to his bedroom, lubed his
cock, closed his eyes, and relived it all.
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Thanks
for reading, and I hope you liked it. Charlie –
cosmic709@yahoo.com.
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Dad's Proper Place, Part 10
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Dad's Proper Place, Part 10
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
cceroticstories.blogspot.com
charliessmut.tumblr.com
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After getting boned by his son, Alan cleaned up and returned to the bedroom. He knew enough not to sit on the bed with Rick after they fucked, so he sat on the floor at the base of the bed. Rick slid down and wrapped his feet around this old man's head, kicking him lightly and digging into him with his toes. Alan's cock was hardened as Rick's semen dripped from his asshole.
"I invited a couple of buddies up today." Rick said, "I'm going to go fishing. You should clean this place up before they get here."
With that, Rick bounded into the bathroom to wash up. He pulled on some jeans and an old t-shirt and then headed to the truck to grab his tackle box. In the meantime, Alan looked around the cabin. There wasn't much to clean, but he organized everything and made the bed. Then he started to dust the fixtures and surfaces. He was in a constant state of anxiety that Rick would walk in, and he wouldn't be busy cleaning. The punishment would be severe given Rick's mood. He assumed that the buddies Rick had invited were Lou and Wrenn. Maybe there was someone new. His punishment would probably involve being denied their cocks and then being forced to beg. So, when he finished dusting he started to clean the bathroom.
Rick walked back in. "Check it out pops." He had a stringer of bluegills in his hand. There were six fish, each a decent size. They would make a good dinner for the two of them.
"Good job, son."
"Clean them up while I take a shower, will you?"
Rick handed Alan the string of fish and walked past him into the bathroom. As he passed, Alan smelled Rick's odor and the distinctly fishy smell that came from spending time on the water. Alan cleaned the fish outside. Soon, Rick walked out to join him. He glanced at his phone and then said, "Get dressed, pops. My buddies are almost here."
Dad's Proper Place, Part 10
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
cceroticstories.blogspot.com
charliessmut.tumblr.com
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After getting boned by his son, Alan cleaned up and returned to the bedroom. He knew enough not to sit on the bed with Rick after they fucked, so he sat on the floor at the base of the bed. Rick slid down and wrapped his feet around this old man's head, kicking him lightly and digging into him with his toes. Alan's cock was hardened as Rick's semen dripped from his asshole.
"I invited a couple of buddies up today." Rick said, "I'm going to go fishing. You should clean this place up before they get here."
With that, Rick bounded into the bathroom to wash up. He pulled on some jeans and an old t-shirt and then headed to the truck to grab his tackle box. In the meantime, Alan looked around the cabin. There wasn't much to clean, but he organized everything and made the bed. Then he started to dust the fixtures and surfaces. He was in a constant state of anxiety that Rick would walk in, and he wouldn't be busy cleaning. The punishment would be severe given Rick's mood. He assumed that the buddies Rick had invited were Lou and Wrenn. Maybe there was someone new. His punishment would probably involve being denied their cocks and then being forced to beg. So, when he finished dusting he started to clean the bathroom.
Rick walked back in. "Check it out pops." He had a stringer of bluegills in his hand. There were six fish, each a decent size. They would make a good dinner for the two of them.
"Good job, son."
"Clean them up while I take a shower, will you?"
Rick handed Alan the string of fish and walked past him into the bathroom. As he passed, Alan smelled Rick's odor and the distinctly fishy smell that came from spending time on the water. Alan cleaned the fish outside. Soon, Rick walked out to join him. He glanced at his phone and then said, "Get dressed, pops. My buddies are almost here."
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