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Vince stares at the older female news anchor on his TV, his mouth so wide open that his jaw should literally be on the floor.
"Nineteen year old Arnold Williams was found dead late last night on a rural back road just outside of town," she says with a serious look on her face, "We've been told that it is a homicide.." her voice trails off after that. Vince cannot focus on what the anchor is saying now. He's completely shocked.
Arnie is dead. And worse, he was murdered!
The older man's heart breaks for the young man and his family. Vince's own son, Freddie, is only a year older than Arnie had been. He can still picture Arnie's cute face clearly in his mind; those pretty blue eyes, that cocky but cute smirk he had. Though he had only met the young man that one evening they fucked on the man's couch (the couch he is sitting on now), his death has hit Vince hard.
"Arnold is the first murder victim in the small town since a deranged madman went on a killing spree back in 2009 that resulted in the deaths of nume..." Vince silences the female anchor's words by clicking the tv off with the remote. No need to bring that awful tragedy back up now.
Vince gets up off the couch, goes to the fridge, grabs a beer can and takes a long drink of it. In the past, he consumed alcohol on an almost daily basis, self medicating for all the stress life likes to throw at people. But for the last three years, Vince has cut back on his alcohol consumption. He had no choice. His alcoholism was ruining his relationship with his son and he nearly lost his job because of it. Now he only allows himself to have only one or two cans of beer on Saturday and Sunday.
The man wants to call or text his son Freddie really badly, but the young man is away at Basic Training after joining the National Guard and isn't allowed phone privileges until graduation. His son is currently on week three of seven for training.
So, since Vince can't contact his son, he does the next best thing. He decides to text Nathan. Grabbing his phone and unlocking it, the older man is surprised to see that he already has a text from Nathan.
I'm assuming you've already heard about Arnie. Are you okay?
How thoughtful of the boy to check up on him. It makes his heart swell. I didn't know him well at all, but I'm sad for his family. He was so young!
I know. Do you want me to come over?
Excitement washes over Vince. Fuck yeah I do! But won't your family get suspicious?
*Noah is gone already. And I'll tell my parents you need help with something. *
Only moments later, Nathan taps on Vince's door. The boy is wearing a dark blue t shirt and dark jeans. His sandy brown hair hangs loosely down his upper body instead of being in its usual ponytail. The man notices a black hair tie on the boy's left wrist. Nathan smiles kindly at Vince compassion in his hazel eyes. "Hey." He says.
"Hey dude. Come on in!"
Once Nathan is inside and the door is closed, he leans up and kisses the older man sweetly on the lips.
Vince smirks, "I could get used to that."
Nathan smirks back at him, but instead of using his words, he leans back in and kisses Vince again. This kiss is still sweet, but more passionate. Their lips move in sync with one another, their tongues explore each other's mouth. With their eyes closed, the two of them allow their hands to roam around on each other. Vince's hand finds its way to the boy's round butt. The older man loves Nathan's butt. Nathan settles his hands on the man's muscular arms, loving the way they feel under his skin.
The two of them pull apart, panting.
"That was nice." Vince says to Nathan.
Nathan flashes him a cute grin before his face turns empathetic, "Are you okay? What happened to Arnie is awful!"
Vince nods, "It is a tragedy! I didn't know him well, but he seemed really nice." The man tells him, "His death has shocked me, but I'm okay Nathan. I appreciate your concern." The man puts his hands on Nathan's shoulders and plants a soft kiss on his forehead.
Despite the man's assurances, Nathan can clearly see the hurt in his dark blue eyes. He wants to help alleviate that hurt in any way he can. "I want to make you feel good, like you did for me yesterday. I want to suck your dick."
Vince beams at the boy, "You do?"
"I want to try," Nathan replies with a nod, "I've never done it before, so I might suck at it. Pun intended." He finishes with a laugh.
Vince laughs out loud. "You're sure? I love sucking your dick!"
"I do want to." Nathan places a hand on Vince's hard chest and begins pushing him towards the couch, "Plus, I djd tell my parents I'm coming over to help you with something. You don't want to make a liar out of me, do you Vince?"
With a shake of his head, the man replies, "Absolutely not!"
"Good. Now take off your clothes!"
The older man does as he was just told. He pulls his shirt off of his muscular body and pulls his sweat pants off. Once he's in his boxers, Nathan looks him up and down. Vince notices that the boy's cheeks turn a light shade of red. He sees the lust fill Nathan's hazel eyes. The man's dick begins to harden as he stands before the boy. Nathan smirks when he notices his hard member poking through the boxers. Vince hooks a finger under the waistband of his boxers, getting ready to remove them, but Nathan steps forward and mimics him with his own fingers. "Let me help you with these."
Together they pull Vince's boxers down his waist and legs, he steps out of them. His erect, eight inch cut cock is fully exposed. "Jesus! Your dick is so big!" Nathan tells him with wide eyes as he examines it, "I knew it was big, but damn! I hope I can handle this brute!"
Vince lets out a big roar of a laugh. "Don't worry boy, I'll teach you how to suck it right."
Nathan swallows, then he takes the man's hard cock in one of his hands, testing it. The touch makes Vince's body tingle. He sits down on the couch. Without any instructions, Nathan kneels down in front of him on his knees. The boy pulls the black hair tie off of his wrist and uses it to pull his loose sandy brown hair into a messy ponytail. Vince enjoyed seeing the boy's hair down, but he understands why he pulled it back now. Vince points his hard cock towards Nathan's face. The boy smiles, and suddenly stands up.
"One more thing," he says as he stands back up, "You shouldn't be alone in your nakedness!" Nathan pulls his t shirt over his head, blessing the older man with a perfect view of his slim, toned, hairy body. He unbuttons his jeans and removes them with his boxers, Vince didn't even get to see the color of the boy's underwear. Now Nathan is completely naked as well. His own six inch cut dick is semi hard. The sight of him causes Vince's cock to throb, he starts stroking it, causing it to make that sticky sound due to the precum leaking out of it. "Plus I don't want to potentially get cum on my clothes." Nathan tells him with a grin as he kneels back down in front of the man.
"You're definitely getting cum on you!"
The boy motions for Vince to move his hands away from his cock. Once he does, Nathan grips it with his right hand, angles his head until his mouth is directly above the man's cock, then he spits his saliva onto the tip. When the saliva starts to run down Vince's cock, Nathan brings his left hand up and grips the cock with it as well. He begins to stroke the man's cock with both hands.
"Mmm." Vince moans
Nathan looks at the large cock in his hands in awe. This is the first dick he's seen in person that isn't his, and it's massive compared to the boy's. Not that his is small, but it is an inch or so away from being considered so.
Vince's cock is dripping so much precum that it is causing Nathan's hands to stick to it. "This is it." Nathan says to himself. Looking into Vince dark blue eyes, Nathan brings his tongue out and cautiously licks the tip of Vince's cock. The man shudders slightly. The taste of cum almost causes Nathan to make a face. Salty has never been one of his favorite tastes. But he manages to hold the look of unpleasantness back. He licks it again, but the whole head this time instead of just the tip. The taste is still unpleasant to him, but the boy is determined to finish his first cock sucking. He gradually increases how much of Vince's cock he takes into his mouth, being very careful not to let his teeth scrape against it. Nathan only manages to get half of it in his warm mouth before he gags, hard, causing his hazel eyes to water.
'"Are you okay?" Vince asks him.
Nathan nods and wipes his eyes with the back of his arm.
"Don't force yourself to take more than you are able to Nathan. Work at your own pace. Trust me, I'm enjoying this!"
"I'm glad!" Nathan tells him.
"Lick down the sides of my cock and the shaft."
The boy does as the man tells him.
"Now go down towards my balls, slowly."
"Should I stop there?"
"No."
Nathan nods to the older man and starts licking down the man's shaft to his big balls. Once he reaches them, he runs his tongue over each of them. Vince lets out a loud moan.
"You're doing so well boy!" Vince praises him.
For the next several minutes, Nathan takes his time working on the older man's cock with his mouth. The boy still doesn't enjoy the taste of cum, but it doesn't make him want to gag. Good thing too, because so much of it is coming out of the tip that Nathan suspects the man is almost ready to bust.
"Where do you want my load boy? On your face?"
Nathan thinks about it for a moment before answering. "I want it on my face." He confirms. Definitely not in the mouth yet.
Vince's whole body begins to shudder and his dark blue eyes go wide. He quickly stands up in front of the still kneeling Nathan. The man points his cock towards the boy's face and begins stroking it urgently. "Here it comes boy!"
Seconds later, Vince lets out a loud roar as he orgasms, spraying a big load of hot sticky cum onto Nathan's face. It lands just above his cute hazel eyes and trickles down his face. "Oh fuck yeah!!!" Vince bellows.
Nathan shuts his eyes tightly to keep the cum from getting into them. He hears Vince open the drawer of the nearby corner table and retrieve something. "Here." He says to the boy. Nathan reaches his out blindly and grips a dry cloth.
"Thank you." He says after his face is cleaned off. Vince helps Nathan stand up.
"I really needed that Nathan. Thanks!" Vince kisses on his sticky forehead.
"No problem. How'd I do?"
"Splendidly!"
"Really?" Nathan asks incredulously, "You aren't just saying that?"
"I promise! You did so well for your first time." Vince tries to assure the boy.
Nathan isn't totally convinced, but nods anyway, "I've been reading tips to giving good head and watching gay porn a lot to educate myself. "
"You're a quick study!"
After that, Nathan goes to the bathroom to wash his face off. Vince gets dressed and cleans the cum off his floor. The man is elated that he just got a blowjob from the handsome boy from across the road and that he got to blow his load on his cute face.
A fully dressed Nathan rejoins Vince shortly after the man gets his floor cleaned up. The two of them sit on the couch together and talk for a while about whatever topic one of them brings up.
"How's your uncle Todd doing?" Nathan asks the man.
"He's okay. I wish he'd move back here so we can be closer to each other."
The boy nods, "I know what you mean. I wish my uncle Simon lived here still. Do you know him?"
A pang of something shoots through Vince at the sound of Simon's name. Is it hurt? Or guilt? The man isn't sure. But he remembers Simon Tully very well.
"I only met him in passing." Vince lies.
"He's a good dude. He loves my brothers and I a lot. I never knew why Simon moved away from his parents and his only brother, my dad, when he was twenty. All we were told was that something bad had happened to him when he was a senior and he just couldn't cope with it."
Vince listens to the words coming from the boy's lips, but he only half processes them. His mind is fighting him, trying to force him to go back to a horrible time. A time he'd rather forget.
"I finally did some research and found out that my uncle was kidnapped by some psycho and was almost murdered by him for some satanic ritual!"
No. Stop it. I don't want to think about it. Vince tells his brain.
"The guy was named Mitchell Butler. Have you heard of him?"
Mitchell Butler. Mitch.
Yes, Vince does know that name. But he doesn't say so because Mitchell Butler is his older half brother.
And he was a monster.
A monster who murdered several teenagers and almost murdered Nathan's uncle.