First of all, I want to apologize for how long it has taken to get this written. I know how much I enjoy frequent updates to my favorite stories, so do apologize. I've also been feeling a little guilty for enjoying the forum a lot without any real substantive contributions.
The truth is that work has been really busy, but more importantly, I suffered from writer's block. I really wanted to put a quality story out there for people to read, and I didn't think I had it. Then, in the past 2-3 weeks I've seen the guys on whom "Nick" and "Brandon" are based... and this helped a great deal. I hope you like the new chapter.
This chapter likely marks the end of "Touching Nick." I've had some PM conversations with people and I'm sure that I'll work on a new project sometime soon. This was my first attempt at a story, I'd like to write another with a bit more plot, but still a lot of good sex. If you liked this story, please let me know.
So, without further ado, here is the next installment of "Touching Nick."
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As always this is entirely fiction. None of this ever happened. (Darn it)
Chapter XVII
“I have an idea,” said Nick.
I looked at Nick, raised an eyebrow. Brandon swallowed hard, slouched back a little in his chair, his legs spreading slightly. I stared at the hole in the lower right pant leg of his pants, noting the lightly hairy shin and calf I could see.
Nick looked me in the eye, asking a silent question. I thought for a second, and then nodded. There might be consequences, but when would this opportunity ever come again?
“Brandon,” Nick said. “Stand up and come over here. He’s,” nodding now in my direction, “going to give you an incredible birthday present.”
Brandon slowly stood, then shuffled over in front of us. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice trembling.
“Yes,” said Nick. “I’m positive. This will be mind-blowing for you.” Nick turned to me. “I know how much you like the undressing part. That’s your party favor. Undress him.”
“I will,” I said. “But first, Nick, I’ll undress you. His first time he shouldn’t be alone being naked. And since you are the one who caused this…well…it seems only fair that you be naked first. Plus, you’re too hot to have sitting around wearing clothes.” I kissed him on the lips.
Nick stood up smiling, his hard cock pushing against the front of his yellow shorts, a massive tent pole with a rounded top. Brandon stared at it, and then looked at me. I nodded. Brandon reached out, caressing the tip with his long, bony fingers. I slid my hands in through the open arm holes on Nick’s shirt, felt his tight, smooth torso, then lifted the shirt off his head. Next, I tugged on Nick’s shorts until his hard-on popped free and his shorts dropped to the floor.
“Sit on the bed, Nick. Lean up against the head board.” Nick crawled across the bed, as I’d told him to before, his ass high in the air, his balls hanging low and swinging. He got to the headboard, and sat, leaning back against it. “Spread your legs.” He did as he was told, his balls dropping down until they brushed the surface of the bed.
I stood behind Brandon, felt his hand grab my cock through my shorts. I smiled at this. Nick began to rub his hard-on, a drop of pre-cum appearing at the tip. (The boy was undrainable.) “Nick,” I warned, “you may rub but you mustn’t cum. Understood? “
“Yes.”
I reached up and felt the soft cotton fabric of Brandon’s t-shirt, spending time to knead the strong, firm muscles underneath. I worked my hands down his arms, brushing the soft hair on his forearms, tracing the veins on his arms with my fingers. Slowly, I worked back to his torso, and down his sides. I worked my way back up his muscled back and out across his broad shoulders.
“Where do you work?” I asked.
“I have a summer job mowing lawns and doing general yard work.”
“That explains the great tan, and the fact that your muscles are so sexy and defined.”
I slid my hands around under his arms to his chest again, pulling him back against me. He pressed his ass into my hard cock, grinding against me through our pants. I inhaled deeply his masculine scent—a hint of some deodorant like AXE mixed with a day’s sweat. Very sexy. I looked up at Nick. He was staring at what I was doing, enraptured, his rod swollen, red, and drooling. I blew a kiss at him, mouthed the words, “don’t cum.” He nodded, and let go of his cock for a few seconds.
I moved in front of Brandon, then slid my hands under the bottom of his shirt and lifted. I revealed a beautifully toned stomach, a light treasure trail running from a perfect “innie” belly-button into the waistband of his AE boxers. A glance lower showed that the loose-fitting jeans did little to hide Brandon’s massive hard-on.
I lifted the shirt up and off his body, noting two perfect patches of dirty blonde armpit hair—not too thick, not too thin. Just right. As he brought his arms back down, one could note the outline of the muscles of his arms and chest and the way they framed his sexy pits.
I stood behind him again, rubbing his chest, stomach, pits, and arms, giving Nick a show. I felt his muscles, outlined them with my fingers. Nick kept stopping his masturbating—I knew he was riding the edge. I pulled Brandon back against me hard, kneading his muscles some more. Then I turned him around, allowing him to grind his thick, hard cock against me while I drug my fingers across his back.
I leaned forward, and licked the nape of Brandon’s neck. I loved his salty skin, his odor a huge turn-on. Turning him back around, I licked up his spine while rubbing his shoulders. Brandon moaned. So did Nick.
I looked now at Nick, drank in his perfect beauty. I loved the short, light strokes he was giving himself. His toes curled in pleasure. His cock had become a virtual fountain of slick goo. I couldn’t help myself. I left Brandon, hopped on the bed, and used my mouth to clean Nick’s cockhead. I then returned to Brandon, stood behind him, and put my hands in his pockets.
My right hand fumbled with his keys and phone, and then found his shaft. I squeezed tight, and then let go, rubbing gently for awhile. Next, I put my hands down inside his pants. I pushed far down, exposing a lot of his underwear, until my fingers brushed against the wiry hair of his thighs. I withdrew my hands, then popped the button on his jeans and opened his zipper. I folded the two flaps of his soft, faded jeans back to reveal his massive cock tent-poling his navy blue AE boxers. A huge wet spot surrounded the tip of his cock. I squeezed it for a moment, bringing out another moan from Brandon. Nick suddenly let go of his cock and held his breath. I could tell he’d taken himself just a little too far and was now trying to recover.
I went down on my knees in front of Brandon. Rubbed my nose and lips against his cockhead. I inhaled deeply, and loved the scent of his cum covered boner shorts. So masculine. So hot. I slipped his shoes off his feet, revealing a pair of black ankle socks. I reached up, and pulled his pants down, my hand squeezing his shaft again as I pulled.
This Adonis now stood in front of me in only his boxers. His legs were hairier than Nicks, but not too much. What hair was there was thicker, and a little more wiry…but it was still beautiful. His thighs were defined and powerful. I slipped my hands up his boxer short pant leg, allowed my fingers to brush against the bare flesh of his inner thighs, then his scrotum. Brandon froze, and began to breathe hard indicating he was about to cum. I withdrew my hands and stared again at his beauty.
I called Nick to the foot of the bed and slowly took his cock in my mouth while I waited for Brandon to calm down. Poor Nick didn’t know what hit him. He was already so close and now he began to beg me either to stop or to grant him permission to cum. I stopped briefly then sucked some more, only to stop again when he began to beg. I loved the taste of his precum.
After a few minutes, I returned my attention to Brandon. His cock was just as hard as always. “When was the last time you came?” I asked.
“Been about 10 days. Nick told me to save up for tonight…that it would be better.”
“Is it?” I asked.
“So far so great!”
I smiled back at him, then slid my hands back up the inside of his boxers. Nick reached out and wrapped his sexy fingers around Brandon’s fabric covered shaft. This brought out another moan from the birthday boy. Nick kept going for awhile until I worried that Brandon might be too close to the edge again.
“Back to the headboard, Nick. I’ll need you in position in a moment.”
Nick scampered back to his spot, his cock pointing the way.
I turned Brandon around, pulled down on his boxers, revealing a smooth, beautiful ass. Spinning him around, I pulled down the front of his shorts, allowing his cock to pop free. A strand of precum whipped out and caught me on the lips. I tasted a hint of his salty goodness.
His cock was a piece of art. Seven and a half inches long with a slight curve, it had a girth I could wrap my fingers around, but only barely. His dirty blonde, wiry thick pubic bush surrounded his veiny manhood beautifully. It wasn’t too big an area…it was just perfect. His balls, a handful, hung low, and were dusted with the same dirty blonde hairs. Such a perfect package for me on his birthday.
“Hop up on the bed, Brandon,” I commanded. “Lean back against Nick.”
Brandon complied and I nearly came looking at the two toned bodies pressed together. Nick, for his part, tenderly slid his hands over Brandon’s hot body, sniffed, and kissed his ear and the nape of his neck. Never in my life had I seen anything so incredibly hot.
“I’m going to give you a handjob, Brandon. I’m going to go pretty slow so that you enjoy it. Let me know before you’re going to cum so I can slow down if needed. If you want to cum, feel free to let me know. Ask me if it’s okay. Heck,” I said, smiling, “you can even beg.” This last drew a smile from Nick. “There may be some degree of temptation on your part to help me along. To prevent that from happening, Nick will restrain you.”
I reached out and hooked Nick’s feet and ankles over Brandon’s lower legs. I then told Nick to spread his legs a little wider. This action caused Brandon’s legs to spread and let his balls drop low. It also gave me a hot view and incredible access. Next, I had Nick hook his arms through Brandon’s elbows. I told Nick to lock his hands behind Brandon’s back so that Brandon couldn’t get his hands out.
The sight of these two boys together had to be one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I almost came right then and there. Both boys looked at me, eager to continue. Both were having the time of their life—as was I.
“You know, Brandon. If you feel the need to rub anything, rub Nick’s cock. Don’t worry. He won’t cum on you unless I give him permission.”
A shocked, worried look crossed Nick’s face, followed by a look of pleasure as I noted Brandon’s arm muscles moving.
I now settled in between the boys’ legs, reached out, and lightly traced the length of Brandon’s cock. My touch brought forth a streamer of goo which I used to further lube his sensitive cock. I traced the veins, then made a ring out of my first finger and thumb and began to slowly, lightly glide it up and down his veiny member.
After a couple of minutes Brandon began to writhe in Nick’s firm grasp. Nick held on, nibbling his boy’s earlobes, obviously enjoying the rubbing between his cock and Brandon’s back. (Brandon had given up stroking Nick’s cock—he was just too caught up in the sensations wracking his body.)
I changed up the position of my hand, making a cage with my fingers and trapping the head of Brandon’s penis lightly. Up and down across the head and glans I stroked. Brandon began to whimper to ask to cum. Nick giggled in his ear. I simply said, “no,” and stopped. When Brandon calmed down again, I resumed.
We continued like this for nearly an hour. Finally, with Brandon almost in tears, I said, “Yes,” and began to stroke just a little harder, a little firmer, using my whole hand. I think it took three strokes and Brandon cried out, exploding in his first orgasm caused by another person. His first volley of cum shot up over his shoulder, coating Nick’s face and hair, and dribbling down his chest. His second shot went almost as far landing on his shoulder. His third covered his chest. Then came a few more shots which left his stomach and abs dripping with his white boy cream. I looked up, and Nick was lapping up the cum on Brandon’s shoulder.
Brandon’s chest was heaving with his hard breathing. Then I noticed his arm was moving behind his back, and suddenly Nick cried out, “Oh my god, I’m going to cum!”
“Shoot your load on me!” Brandon cried.
Brandon spun to the side, lay down on his back while I helped Nick to his knees. Brandon’s hand grabbed Nick’s pole and stoked once or twice when Nick groaned and released another impressive load. This splashed up across Brandon’s face and across his chest and abs.
Nick sunk down to his knees, breathing hard. Both boys looked at each other. Suddenly they were nodding at each other and they turned their attention to me. Before I knew what hit me, both boys were on their knees in front of me, my shorts on the floor, my shirt thrown god knows where and they were fighting over my cock with their mouths.
Looking down at them, their hot bodies, their fuzzy forearms just showing a hint of manhood, their erect nipples (Brandon’s just a little bigger than Nick’s), the cum covering their faces, hair and chests, I couldn’t last long. Suddenly orgasm came on me, and I fired my load. Nick pointed my cock at Brandon, and soonhe was coated in my seed as well as Nick’s and his own. He was so sticky, so messy. There was so much for Nick and me to clean.
We brought him up onto the bed, and Nick and I went to work, lapping up our mess. Soon, we were all clean. It was late, and I found myself laying there, one perfectly beautiful boy asleep in each arm—one leg of each thrown over one of mine, each boy’s cock pressed into my hip. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that despite what the beer commercials said, it would never get any better than this.
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