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-------------------------------------------------------------------- Suckered by a Jonas Brother - Chapter 17 - "Smashing Pumpkins" Part of the "Nick Jonas Halloween Special" story arc --------------------------------------------------------------------
Author's Note: This story takes place in October 2021, in Los Angeles, California.
This story is a collaboration with Grayson, who has a shared interest in superheroes, Shawn Mendes, Nick Jonas, and hot guys in general. You can find Grayson on Instagram at @graysonfx2021
Thank you, always, to Patrick for proof-reading.
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Shawn Mendes slapped Nick Jonas on the ass as they returned to the Halloween party. "Happy hunting, Bat-stud." Licking his lips, he gave an appraising look up and down Nick's body - ditching the shirt had been a good idea. Nick looked hot as hell in just tight pants, utility belt, leather harness and a cape, showing off the beefy muscles of his torso that he'd been working on. Shawn grinned as he noticed another party-goer look up and down the Canadian's body - he knew he looked cute as well, dressed as classic Robin with short-shorts and a cape, also now with no shirt and a black `R' symbol drawn on his chest.
Getting a drink, Shawn mingled through the party, weighing his options. He swore he could smell the hormones in the air. Rafael Silva's invitation hadn't said to wear sexy and skimpy costumes...but somehow most of the guests had settled on that option. Not that Shawn was complaining.
His eyes caught an ample bulge, clad in tight leggings, showing off quite the endowment. Blinking, Shawn focused his attention as he took a sip, taking in the sight. Damn - looks long *and* thick,' he thought, his mouth watering as his hole twitched in anticipation. Cut abs were on display as Shawn's eyes swept up, noting that the other man was only wearing a vest, making sure that everyone could see his body. The corner of Shawn's grin tugged downward for a moment, his right eye twitching, as his gaze finished its journey and settled on the other man's face. Austin...' His nostrils flared slightly as he exhaled, jaw clenching slightly.
"Shawn - my man! How're you doing?" Austin Mahone's smile was big and bright as he sauntered over, wrapping an arm around Shawn's shoulder and giving a sideways hug.
`Fuck...' Mendes managed to keep any sign of irritation from flashing across his features, knowing that the Texan would pick up on it like a shark detecting a drop of blood in the ocean. The singer had dated Camilla, briefly...and seemed to revel in reminding Shawn about it anytime they ran into each other. It seemed like Austin had a competitive streak and was always trying to find some way of besting the Canadian.
"I'm good. How are you doing?"
"Oh, dude, it's Halloween. The best holiday! I'm doing great." Clinking his glass against Shawn's, Austin took a swallow as he quickly looked down and back up. "Old school Robin? Niiiice. I like the creativity..." His hand moved in a circle, one finger pointing to note Shawn's bared upper body. "...found a way to make a cute costume even hotter." Winking, Austin took another sip.
`He's actually being nice...' One of Shawn's eyebrows went up a bit, his sense of curiosity piqued. It'd been at least half a minute - by now, Austin should have made some type of comparison to stroke his own ego. Instead, he was complimenting Shawn, throwing him off. He looked down and back up again, copying Austin's glance...as if he hadn't just checked the Texas stud out already. His grin curled, growing a bit as he enjoyed the opportunity to see the bulge closer and in better detail. Austin was wearing boots that had an exaggerated floppy bit of fabric at the top of each boot. His legs...and bulge...and butt...were shown off rather nicely by the tight charcoal-colored leggings. Shawn managed not to chuckle; it was a smart choice, since it would have been harder to see anything if the tights were black. This way, you could easily see the outline of Austin's dick. The big cock head looked...meaty. Shawn swallowed, his mouth watering, as he pulled his eyes upward. A broad smooth chest, one big nipple visible (the other covered by the vest). He did chuckle as he noticed the fake stuffed parrot strapped to Austin's shoulder. An eyepatch and a three-corner hat finished the look. When his eyes returned to meet Austin's glance, there was a knowing look that glinted across the Texan's hazel eyes, hiding his smirk with his glass as he took another sip.
"Pirate?"
"Yeah, you like?" Austin opened the vest, putting more of his body on display as he twisted left and right so that Shawn could get a better look.
Shawn mentally kicked himself as his eyes automatically went down again. "It looks really good. I like the parrot - adds a bit of fun. You posted it to your OnlyFans?" Shawn took a sip, concealing his smirk at the small dig at Austin's online activity.
"Naw. I'll find something that's more `fun' for that later. It's...goofy?" Austin's eyebrows scrunched together for a moment as he searched for the right word. "But it brings in some good money." Shawn's eyebrows did go up this time, surprised at the unexpected level of self-awareness. Austin elaborated, misunderstanding the facial expression. "Like, I make decent money from streaming and from concerts, right? And merch. But people paying $25 a month for me to post gym selfies and pics in my underwear? Fuuuuuuck. That's bank." Those hazel eyes gleamed with a mischievous light as he glanced down Shawn's body. "Sex sells. You know what I'm talking about, right? Those underwear ads, all those shirtless pics you post. Sells. Big time." He clinked glasses with Shawn again, winking.
"You're not wrong." Shawn took another sip. At first he hadn't been comfortable with the shirtless photos and stuff. Now? He enjoyed it. Hell, he got a thrill sometimes from posting a photo or video that showed some skin, watching the little media frenzy that always ensued. "Hell, it doesn't just sell. It's like a drug."
"Always chasing the next high?" Now it was Austin's turn to raise an eyebrow. Shawn grinned, with warmth - this was probably the first conversation with Mahone that he'd actually enjoyed.
"Chasing is fun. Getting is...more fun." He returned the wink, reaching out on his own to clink glasses this time.
"Speaking of fun...what's back there?" Austin tilted his chin towards the hallway.
"Oh - just more of the house."
"Not a party or anything? Saw you and Jonas stroll out. Was wondering if I was missing out on anything."
"Not really. More like people getting away from the main party."
"Ah - so private parties." Shawn was wondering if the huskier tone in Austin's voice was real, or his imagination.
"Something like that."
"Chasing some fun?"
"I think the chasing is mostly out here. Back there..." Shawn tilted his head towards the hallway. "...is the getting part."
"Well, I'm a little jealous." That grin again, as Austin took another sip.
"I'm sure you won't have any problems finding someone to walk your plank." Shawn returned the grin, taking the opportunity his comment provided to look down Austin's body again. He was surprised when the shorter man leaned forward, warm breath hitting Shawn's ear.
"Not of them. Jealous of Nick. He got his own little Canadian tour."
"Oh - did you want to see the rest of the house?" The growing bulge between Austin's legs answered Shawn's question before the other man even said a word.
"I would love a tour...if you're still giving them?" Austin pulled back, one eyebrow raised.
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Moments later, Shawn was on his knees, his face pressed against the crotch of Austin's leggings, feeling the heat and hardness against his cheek. His hands tugged the tights down, a girthy piece of meat swinging out and smacking Shawn in the face.
"Fuck..." He blinked, taking in the sight...it was long...and thick...and still growing, now that it was free. He grasped it with one hand, tugging gently as he felt it continue to stiffen and grow, as he buried his face against Austin's balls, lapping at them with his tongue.
"Oh man..." Austin sighed, his fingers running through Shawn's hair. "That's it, man. Get my nuts. Fuuuuuck. Right there, get...oh fuck, your tongue is..." Austin's words trailed off into a long moan, both of his hands gripping Shawn's head. Shawn let go of Austin's cock, feeling the weight of it press against his face and forehead as he reached around and grabbed Austin's cute perky rear, squeezing with his hands as he pulled the stud closer. Austin spread his legs, giving Shawn better access, moaning as the Canadian singer began making out with his balls.
By the time Shawn finally pulled away, Austin was panting, his chest rising and falling with large breaths. A shiny string of precum hung from the tip of his cock. Sticking out his tongue, Shawn caught the tail end of it and lifted his face until he was eye to eye with Austin's monster of a trouser snake, licking the meaty head clean.
"Damn - that's...big."
"Thanks." Austin blushed, unused to receiving compliments from Shawn.
"Like, can you even try the `just the tip' line?" Grinning, Shawn lapped his tongue around in a circle, tracing the ridge of Austin's cockhead.
"Ha! Actually, sometimes that's all I get to stick in before some guy or girl starts complaining that it's too big."
"I can see why." Shawn gave an appraising tug on the thick meat. It had to be eight and a half inches long...and it was somewhere between Nick's girth and a beer can.
"Too big?"
Looking up, Shawn gave a devilish smile. "I didn't say that." Opening his mouth, he took in the first couple of inches, wrapping his lips around the large rod and began moving back and forth. The more spit he got on the shaft, the easier it was for his lips to glide along the throbbing meat stick. Feeling it hit the back of his mouth, Shawn attempted to work it down his throat...attempted and failed. He quickly pulled off, gagging and coughing, tears streaming down his cheeks. Shaking his head, he wrapped his fingers around the base of Austin's tool, noting that his thumb and finger couldn't meet each other. Licking his lips, he took in the sight - a ramrod of flesh, with a big cock head that looked like a large knob at the end of a long thick pole. A few veins snaked along the length, but for the most part it was smooth and rock hard, a tower of cock rising above a nice pair of balls and a well-trimmed patch of hair.
Eyebrows furrowing with determination, Shawn inhaled the first few inches again. He worked up and down, slobbering on Austin's meat, making sure to get it nice and wet.
"You don't have to...mmmmmmm." The hungry look in Shawn's eyes cut off Austin's words, causing his dick to throb inside the eager mouth. When Shawn felt the thick knob brush the back of his throat again, he tilted his head and eased forward, feeling his way through the blowjob...and somehow his lips curled into a grin, despite their being stretched around the thick pole, as he felt the head slowly ease into his throat.
"Fuck. Dude. Fuuuuuuuuuck." Austin groaned as he felt the ring of Shawn's throat stretch around his cock and then devour it. Inch after inch disappeared, Shawn's nose flaring as he fought for breath, cheeks wet with tears as he pushed through, until his lips met Austin's groin.
"God daaaaaaamn." Austin's rod jerked in Shawn's throat, throbbing at the intense pleasure of being buried balls-deep in the Canadian's face. He watched as the length re-appeared, until Shawn pulled away, leaving both men panting with pleasure. Swallowing and taking a moment to recover, Shawn leaned forward and devoured Austin's cock again, taking all of it more quickly this time. After a while, he was taking the entire length, over and over, his hands clawing at Austin's ass to pull him in further and deeper.
"Damn, dude. Camila couldn't...ever..." Shawn smiled as he licked at Austin's shaft before swallowing it again. Every other time his girlfriend's name came out of Austin's mouth, it had been some competitive asshole remark. This time...this time, it was a compliment. And if there was any sort of competition, Shawn was clearly winning. "Hell - most people can't. Fuuuuuuuuck." Austin began grinding his hips a little, just enough to get more out of the blowjob but being careful not to wreck Shawn's throat. "Most people can't take...fuck...the whole thing."
Shawn pulled off, swallowing again. "I'm not most people." His voice was raspy, both with lust and at the stretching his throat was taking with each lunge down Austin's manhood.
"Can you...um...?" Austin blushed, the carefree persona giving way. One of his toes nudged Shawn's ass, silently finishing the question.
Giving the thick pipe a squeeze, Shawn's eyes lit up. "If you can eat my hole good enough, I might let you fuck me."
"Might?"
Shawn chuckled as he rose to his feet, holding Austin's hip to steady himself. "Okay, can fu - woah!" He let out a yelp of surprise as Austin easily lifted him up into the air and plopped him down onto the bed, putting his beefy little muscles to work. Peeling off the rest of his costume, Austin landed face-down on the bed, and began crawling forward until he was hovering above. Leaning down, his lips went to work on Shawn's mouth and neck while his hands explored the lean body, removing the skimpy Robin costume, one piece at a time.
Flinging the red underwear off to the side, Austin took hold of Shawn's cock as he licked his way down, until he was nestled between Shawn's legs.
"Well, this is interesting." Looking up with a lustful leer, Austin fingered the black leather strap wrapped around the base of Shawn's dick.
"It's...mmmmm." Shawn moaned as a thumb ran up his shaft while a tongue began lapping at his balls. "It's a friendly little competition."
"With Nick?"
"Oh fuck." Lips latched onto the tip of his meat and gently suckled the hard flesh. "Yeah. With Nick. Fuck. Trying not to cum."
"Not...why wouldn't you want to cum?" Austin's eyebrows knitted slightly as he continued teasing Shawn's meat.
"So...oh hell, yeah, right there. So we can...mmmm...last longer. Have more fun. Ohhhhh." Shawn's eyelids fluttered as Austin's lips slowly sank all the way down his length. When he reached the base of Shawn's cock, he kept his face buried there, snaking his tongue out of his mouth to tease the other man's nuts some more.
Pulling off, Austin took hold of Shawn's legs and lifted them up, pushing them back as his tongue continued working on Shawn's nuts, lower and lower. Lifting up a little, he wore a big crooked grin. "Get ready." And then the lower half of Austin's face disappeared.
"Oh...oh fuck. OH fuck. OH FUCK." Shawn's toes curled and his legs flexed under Austin's grip as his entire lower half reacted to the expert efforts of the other man's tongue. The firm grasp on each calf kept Shawn's legs pulled apart as Austin went to work, quickly turning Shawn into a quivering moaning mess. Shawn's legs flexed and then went limp...and then flexed again, over and over, his back arching. When Austin's finger joined the show, Shawn squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw dropping as he let out a long lustful groan.
Rising up onto his knees, Austin ran his arm across his chin, wiping the spit away. "How'd I do?" To answer his question, Shawn reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube, tossing it over and earning a laugh. "That good?"
"You're seriously asking?"
"Not really. Just checking." After slicking up his cock with a lot of lube, Austin reached into Shawn's hole with two fingers and curled them, finding that one spot...and watched Shawn's breath hitch. "Like that?"
"Yeah - but I liked your tongue better."
"Thanks...." Austin's face lit up with a big smile. Winking, he shifted forward, tapping the tip of his dick against Shawn's hole. "...although I think you're about to like something else a whole lot more. Ready?"
The Canadian singer had a big lopsided grin. "I think so?"
"I'll be gentle." Austin slowly eased in a half inch, feeling resistance from the tight ring of muscle.
"Why?" Austin blinked at the unexpected response. Losing his concentration, he slipped in about two inches - a lot more than he intended. Shawn let out a long breath of air, half hiss and half moan, his back arching.
"You okay?"
"Yeah - just...you're a lot."
"Thanks." Austin laughed as he dodged a pillow flying towards his head. "Might want to be careful, man." He flexed his cock to make his point.
"YOU might want to be careful...down there." Shawn tilted his head to the space between his legs, causing both men to chuckle...and then moan as Austin slowly eased his hips back and forth, the mirthful laughter giving way to long moans of pleasure. Rocking gently, he worked more and more of his thick cock inside, feeling the hot tight tunnel gripping his shaft. A few minutes later, both men let out long sighs as Austin bottomed out, running his hands up and down the back of Shawn's legs, as if calming a horse he was about to ride. Shawn's chest rose and fell in long breaths, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat as his body adjusted to the larger-than-usual intrusion.
"You doing okay?"
Shawn looked up at the question, managing a small smile as he let out another breath. "Yeah, I'm...good."
"You sure?" Austin flexed his cock, still buried all the way inside.
"Mmm. Yeah. You're just...ah!" Shawn shifted his body to get comfortable, letting out a short groan as his insides moved around the ample girth lodged deeply in his guts. "I think you're the biggest I've ever, uh...mmm..." His eyes closed for a moment as a shiver went up his spine. "...the biggest I've ever taken."
"Well, if it's any consolation, you took it a lot better than Camilla ever did." He chuckled at Shawn's half-glare. The action caused his dick to vibrate within Shawn's tunnel, sending little waves of pleasure radiating out along Shawn's body, pulling a small moan out of his throat.
"Seriously, a lot better." Austin's voice was softer, more gentle, as he continued rubbing the back of Shawn's thighs. "Hell, she'd usually only let me get halfway inside her. If at all. But you - all the way, man." Shifting his weight, Austin pulled back a couple of inches and then slid back in all the way, enjoying the moans that rolled out of his new friend.
"Fuck - about the same for me. Most of the time she'd rather get off watching me get fucked by some guy." Shawn blinked, swallowing as Austin slid back and forth again. "Once, she called room service and let the hotel guy bang her while they watched me getting it on with one of the guys from an opening act on tour."
"Fuck her."
"No." Shawn licked his lips, staring into Austin's eyes. "Fuck me." He squeezed his hole to help make his point.
"Hell yeah." Biting his lower lip, Austin pulled back, looking down to see all of his cock slide out, listening to Shawn's groans of pleasure.
"Fuck, it feels like you're pulling my insides out."
"Don't worry, I'll put you back together when I'm done." His large cock head sat at Shawn's entrance. Splashing some more lube where the two men's flesh touched, Austin began driving back in, all the way, in one stroke until his nuts were pushed up against Shawn's body again. He worked up a rhythm, driving in and out of Shawn's guts, watching as Shawn's seven inches bobbed up and down unattended, slapping against his flat stomach as Austin's hips rocked his body. Both men moaned, Shawn at the intense feeling of being stretched deep and wide and Austin at being able to actually enjoy fucking a hole instead of teasingly getting to half-fuck someone. Sweat dripped off of his forehead, landing on Shawn's chest, mingling with the sweaty mess that the Canadian was turning into, his fingers gripping the sheets as his toes continued curling at Austin's efforts.
"I...fuck...Austin...I...fuuuuuuuuuck." Shawn looked down, incredulous, as his dick jerked about, shooting cum all over his stomach and the insides of his legs. His hands were still digging against the bed and Austin's were gripping his legs - he'd cum handsfree from getting fucked by this Texan stud, despite wearing a cockring. "Fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuck." His back arched as his body moved on its own accord, legs spreading to somehow try and get even more of the thick rod inside. As his nuts finished unloading, his entire body went limp, his mouth hanging open as he fought to catch his breath.
Feeling the mattress move, Shawn opened his eyes to find hazel eyes inches above his own. Austin had shifted forward, elbows bent as he curled his upper body down towards Shawn's, his tongue reaching out to lick at the clean-shaven chin.
"Shawn..." Austin sighed as he felt a pair of legs curl around his waist, heels digging at his rear to spur him on.
"Don't stop."
"Shawn." He kept murmuring the other man's name as he picked up speed, hearing Shawn's voice go up in pitch with a lot of pleasure and a little bit of pain. Fingers dug into Austin's shoulders, Shawn's mouth latching onto his own, whimpering as he urged on the well-hung top to hammer his guts. Austin pressed his forehead to Shawn's as he cried out, his already-thick shaft swelling even further as he went over the edge. Ramming all the way in one last time, he felt Shawn squeeze his ass, milking the hefty member as it quivered inside.
"Yesssss..." Shawn moaned, feeling Austin's cum splash his insides again and again.
As the waves of pleasure subsided and Austin came back to earth, he eased his cock out of Shawn's hole, rolling over onto his side. Tossing an arm around Shawn's shoulders, he pulled the other man in for a kiss, snuggling as they caught their breath, pulses slowly returning to normal.
"Well, so much not cumming. Sorry about that. Ow!" Austin laughed as Shawn smacked his chest.
"No you're not."
"No, I'm not. Mmmm." He giggled as he nuzzled Shawn's neck again. "Need to shower?"
Looking down at the jizz coating his abs, Shawn thought for a moment before shaking his head. "No - it won't be the last load tonight." Winking, Austin ran his finger across the juice-slicked abs and flicked his finger at Shawn's chest, laughing as the other man pretended to be grossed out. Climbing out of the bed, Austin padded into the bathroom, returning with a towel and began wiping Shawn's stomach off.
"Are you, um...are you in town for a few more days? Or are you heading out tomorrow?"
Shawn looked up, one eyebrow raised at the unexpected question. There was something besides simple curiosity in Austin's voice. "I like to relax, so I booked the hotel for a few days instead of flying back home right away. Why?"
"Want to..." The tip of Austin's tongue appeared, followed by a couple of teeth that chewed at his lower lip. "Want to hang out? If you're, you know, not busy." He ducked back into the bathroom as he spoke, retrieving another towel. Re-entering the bedroom, Austin was wiping the sweat from his chest and stomach, trying to look nonchalant.
"Yeah, that'd be fun." Shawn opened his mouth and then closed it, biting back a casual joke. "You know, if you're not busy."
"I uh, no. No real plans." Austin's grin re-appeared as he lay back down next to Shawn, using the towel to wipe off his friend. Austin shrugged slightly, trying to look nonchalant. "Playing it by ear, didn't want to be tied down."
"Being tied down can be fun." Shawn laughed as Austin began coughing, the joke catching him off guard. "You don't have a bunch of tricks already lined up, ready to tackle...that?" Shawn nodded towards Austin's crotch.
"Naw. Made some plans with KJ to hang out but that's flexible - just getting together sometime this week while we're both here."
"KJ...Apa?" Both of Shawn's eyebrows rose up.
"Yeah." The grin got bigger as Austin sensed Shawn's increasing interest. Reaching down, he grabbed his dick. "What, this isn't enough for you?"
Shawn stuck out his tongue before responding. "THAT is plenty. Just, you know, curious. He's hot as hell. He's here?"
"Hell yeah he's hot. You missed him, he left about an hour ago. Fuck he's..." Austin cut himself off.
"He's...?"
"He's a lot of fun." Austin laughed as Shawn glared again. "Maybe I can set up a playdate." He winked and rolled back on top of Shawn. "I saw that."
"What?"
"The gleam in your eye. You like that idea, don't you?" He trailed a finger down Shawn's chest, circling it around the pert nipple. "He's vers. Outgoing top. Bossy bottom. Lots of fun."
"Yeah. Let's do that. Ready to head back?"
"Mmhmm. Austin nuzzled Shawn some more before rolling off of the bed. "Saw Joshua Bassett bouncing around in a lumberjack outfit. Gonna go show him some real wood."
The two cleaned up and got dressed, making out for a couple more minutes before Shawn smacked Austin on the butt, sending him back out into the party. Checking himself in the mirror, he fixed the makeup around his eyes and the `R' logo on his chest, dropping the cock ring back into the nightstand drawer as he popped back out into the main part of the house, on the prowl again.
With his hole still humming happily from Austin's massive meat, Shawn strutted among the partygoers, looking for his next conquest of the evening. Wondering if Nick had managed to bag a guy yet, Shawn was meandering towards the bar when he bumped into Rafael again - literally this time.
"Dude, I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention."
Rafael gave a warm smile as he patted Shawn on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it." He waved down his body and at the floor, returning his gaze to Shawn's face and giving a wink. "Nothing knocked over or spilled, so no party foul. You did look like you were on another planet though. You okay?"
"Oh, yeah. I was just..." Shawn took in a big inhale, waves of pleasure still radiating through his body from the earlier encounter. "Mmm. Just enjoying the party."
`I bet,' Rafael thought, the corner of his mouth curling up a bit as his smile grew. Shawn had that freshly-fucked zen-like look on his face. "Glad to hear it. You look relaxed, that's good - it means you're having fun." He patted Shawn's arm again, his touch lingering a little longer this time.
"Definitely having fun." Shawn's smile grew as he spoke, still tingling from the good fuck session, feeling the party vibes, and enjoying the warm press of Rafael's hand against his skin.
"Hey, I was on my way to get stuff out of the shed - need more ice and stuff. Would you mind...?" Rafael nodded towards the back of the house.
"Yeah, not at all. Lead the way!" Shawn followed Rafael through the house, admiring the toned shoulders peeking out of the frayed fabric of his host's shirt, glimpses of flesh visible through teared openings along the backside. Still floating on cloud nine, Shawn didn't even notice as they passed by Nick...who was so engrossed in his own conversation that he was unaware of his friend's movement nearby.
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"So this isn't really a costume then?" Nick chuckled as he took another drink of water, his eyes wandering down Lewis Tan's body. The Asian actor was decked out as a boxer, wearing no more clothing than silk shorts and sneakers. A pair of boxing gloves were tied together and draped over his shoulders, dangling down in front of his bare torso. The look was completed by wrappings that covered Lewis' hands, from his knuckles down to his wrists.
Lewis chuckled as he glanced down at his own body. "Yeah, not really. I do some boxing as a hobby, some other fighting sports...so I just grabbed some stuff that was already handy. Why, does it look lazy?" A small grin was hidden by his own glass as he took a sip.
"No, not at all! It looks really..." Nick's eyes swept up and down the chiseled body again. "...really, um, fun."
"Two `really's', eh?" Lewis couldn't help but smile at Nick's obvious ogling. "That's a lot of fun." His smile grew as an adorable blush crept up Nick's cheeks. "Now this looks like you had fun picking out a costume." A finger stretched out and ran across the leather strap laying across Nick's chest.
"Oh, yeah. There was a shirt but my friend Shawn thought this was, um, better."
"Your friend Shawn has a good eye." A wink and another sip accompanied Lewis' response. "Looks like showing skin was the unspoken theme of the night."
Nick gently cleared his throat, pointing down toward Lewis' stomach. "Um, what's your tattoo say? Or mean?"
"Oh, this?" Lewis looked down and traced his finger in a circle right below his navel. "It's the word `soul' written in Chinese."
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"Oh damn. That's it, get a better look." Lewis sighed as Nick's tongue swiped along the Chinese script inked into his abs. "That's iiiiitttt..." His fingers dug into Nick's hair, holding the singer in place as he ground his hips forward, feeling his hard cock bump against Nick's chin. Their conversation had become increasingly flirty, a tour of each other's tattoos providing a nice excuse to keep touching one another's bodies. Their growing bulges became too obvious to ignore - with a wink and a lick of his lips, Lewis walked away towards the back of the house, knowing that Nick was following hot on his heels. Now his boxing shorts were...somewhere on the floor in the bedroom, leaving Lewis wearing nothing but sneakers. Nick still had his costume on, kneeling on the floor as he worshiped Lewis' muscular form.
Reaching down, Tan grasped the base of his cock and used his other hand to tilt Nick's head. He didn't need to provide any further guidance - the young hungry stud opened his mouth wide and devoured Lewis' meat in one gulp. After bobbing his head up and down a few times, Nick pulled off and leaned back, getting a good look at his latest snack of the evening. Seven rock hard inches quivered, large veins tracing down the length of the shaft. An arrow-shaped head pointed right at Nick's face, a drop of precum forming and then falling to the ground. Close-cropped pubic hair framed the savory cock, with a nice pair of balls tucked below. Licking his lips, Nick moved forward again and swallowed the actor's entire length again.
Lewis sighed and moaned, leaning against the door. They'd barely made it into the room before Nick had pounced on him, mouths mashing together before Jonas began sinking down to his knees, tongue seeming to lap across every muscle on the way down. Kicking off one shoe and then the other, Lewis used his grip on Nick's head to pull his manhood free. Looking back down, he saw his shaft glisten in the lamp light, wet with spit. A silvery string of saliva stretched from his cock head to Nick's lower lip. A pair of warm brown eyes looked up, hazy with lust. Tenderly gripping Nick's chin, Lewis applied pressure and pulled the other man up to his feet, undoing the utility belt and stripping away everything but the leather harness as they made their way over to the bed. Growling again, he turned Nick around and pushed him onto the bed, chuckling as Nick quickly positioned himself onto his hands and knees, ass pointing up in the air. Taking the firm cheeks in both hands, Lewis spread Nick's hole, pursing his lips to spit onto the exposed hole. He noticed that Nick's crevice was already wet, the lube and cum from fooling around with Shawn still slathering his rear.
"Already lubed up?" One eyebrow rose up, amused.
"Umm...yeah." Looking over his shoulder, Nick grinned sheepishly.
"Good." Taking hold of his cock, Lewis tapped it against Nick's entrance a couple of times before pushing forward, groaning as the hot tight tunnel sucked him in. "Fuuuuck. That's the good stuff." Rocking back and forth, Lewis quickly worked all the way in, moaning as his body came to rest against Nick's, fully buried inside. Within a short time, he'd worked up to pounding away at the eager bottom, feeling Nick's insides grip his dick as he rammed in and out.
Running his hands up the toned backside, Lewis found Nick's shoulders. Palms slid down the other man's arms...and then pulled them back. Nick found himself yanked into the air, resting on his knees, his body hanging in the air with Lewis' grip on his wrists holding him aloft. Nick moaned as the ass-pummeling resumed. Without being able to support his own weight, he felt his body pulled back, making the thrusts even more intense as his guts were wonderfully ravaged by the heated pounding.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you? Getting your ass hammered? Damn, that's it man, squeeze that hole around my cock." The pair broke out into a sweat, both groaning with pleasure. Nick cried out for Lewis to go faster, harder, deeper. Suddenly, the hold on Nick's wrists disappeared, causing him to fall forward onto the mattress.
"Trying...not...to...cum...yet." Lewis let out a long breath as he sought to regain control of his body, wanting to stretch out this fuck session a little longer. A frustrated moan rolled out of his throat as Nick ground his hips back, working the hard pole still buried inside.
"Someone's eager." Hands rolled Nick over onto his back and then slid along his legs, guiding them up until the soles of Nick's feet rested against Lewis' broad chest. "Why don't you show me how bad you want it?"
Nick took up the challenge, putting all of the muscles of his body to work as he gyrated on the bed, milking Lewis' cock. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck...that's it. Get that dick. Yeah, you want it real bad." The actor's chest rose and fell with larger breaths as Nick's expert bottoming skills went to work. "God daaaaaaamn." Tilting his head back, Lewis struggled to delay his release, groaning loudly. It felt like his cock was being given the best handjob but warmer and tighter. "Daaaaaaaaaaamn."
Opening his eyes, Lewis took hold of Nick's ankles again, gripping them together with one hand and pushing them forward until Nick's thighs were pressed up against his own chest. Pulling out of the tight rear, Lewis grabbed his rod with his other hand and began stroking it. Chest heaving, he looked down and watched as his cock erupted, spraying his load onto Nick's exposed hole, covering it in a thick layer of cum. He let out a long exhale as he spent the last of his seed. Locking eyes with Nick, Lewis rubbed the head of his dick around the hole - it felt like it was vibrating with Nick's desire. Holding the other man's gaze, Lewis pushed the head in, bringing his juices inside Nick's entrance. Pulling back out, he ran his cock up the slightly hair crack again, using his tool to scoop up his fluids and drive them into the singer's hole...again and again, until most of his cum was now deposited inside.
Reaching down, he spat into his palm and took hold of Nick's dick, stroking it. His hand bumped into something - looking down, he found the leather strap wrapped around the base of the singer's cock and balls. "Ah - let's get rid of this and get you off, shall we?" Winking, Lewis undid the snap and tossed the strip of leather off to the side. "I like to see my guy get off...all the way...and all over himself." Nick moaned as the firm grip on his shaft pumped up and down. Between the gleam in Lewis' eyes, the hot look of his body, and the ravenous fuck he'd just gotten, it didn't take long before the thick piece swelled between Lewis' fingers. Nick's breath came out in short gasps as he exploded across his stomach and chest. Before he'd even finished shooting, the other man had crawled down on top of him, fingers still wrapped around the shaft and teasing more cum out of it, as their lips met. Nick groaned into Lewis' mouth as his body spasmed through the last of his orgasm. His body slowly relaxed, melting against the sheets as the firm toned form came down to rest against him. The sense of primal lust gave way to a deep sensual kiss as Lewis' mind got lost in a fog of post-orgasmic bliss.
The kissing continued as he unwound his limbs from Nick's...and his mouth kept caressing the other man's as Lewis wiped them both off with a towel. Tongues and lips played at one another as they slowly got their costumes back on, Nick's taking more time and effort to reassemble.
"You live in L.A.?"
"Mmmhmm." Nick nodded as he nuzzled his nose against Lewis' jawline.
"Wonderful. Want to get together again sometime?" He looked into Nick's eyes, his eyebrows raised with both a question and curiosity, afraid that the singer would suddenly be too busy or find some excuse.
"That would be...great." Nick's smile gleamed at the idea.
"Good." Lewis nearly purred as his lips met Nick's again. His words came out in short spurts, broken by small kisses along Nick's neck and ear. "We can...spend a bit...more time together. Something more...than rolling around...in someone else's...bedroom for a moment."
"Yesssss." Nick's fingers traced down Lewis' back, tucking into the waistband of his shorts.
"Easy tiger, later." Another kiss and a wink. "Let's head back." Pinching Nick's ass, he opened the door and guided the freshly-fucked bottom into the hallway, his hand lingering on Nick's lower back before finally pulling away. Both men wore beaming smiles as they re-entered the party, winking knowingly before parting ways.
Nick looked around for Shawn but didn't see him. Looking around while walking, he accidentally bumped into someone. "Dude, I'm sorry, I totally wasn't paying attention to...oh hey, Channing?!"
"Nick! Old buddy!" A pair of arms wrapped around Nick and squeezed him in a giant bear hug, lifting him up into the air and jostling him a bit before setting him down again. Channing's hand ruffled Nick's hair as the two men grinned. "Alex, meet Nick. He's a friend from way back. A really good friend." Tatum emphasized the words `really good', winking at Alex Pettyfer.
Alex's eyes drifted to the leather harness and skintight pants, grinning as his gaze met Nick's again. A hand took hold of Nick's in a firm handshake. "Nice to meet you, mate. Any `friend' of Channing's is a friend of mine." The gleam in Alex's eyes sent a happy shiver down Nick's spine.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Dude, I bet you are going through so much ice and stuff. There's a lot of people at your party!"
"I know. Glad that a lot of the guys showed up. Makes for a fun evening." Rafael winked as he held open the door to the shed, allowing Shawn to enter first.
"Oh - it's definitely a lot of fun. Having a good time, man. Ice is in the freezer over there?" Shawn's smile was beaming, his body still glowing from his insides being pummeled by Austin's thick piece.
The hinges of the shed's door squeaked as the door closed. "Yeah, threw a bunch of bags in there. Glad to hear that you're enjoying the party." An arm reached around Shawn's chest, holding him in place as another hand groped his crotch. "Just how good a time are you having?"
"Mmmmm...a really really good time." Shawn's words purred out of his throat as he leaned back against Rafael's toned form.
"Want to add one more `really' to that good time?" Rafael's words rumbled right against Shawn's ear. The singer responded by turning around and pressing his lips to Silva's. As the kiss intensified, their hands roamed across one another's bodies, squeezing and grabbing, getting a good feel for one another.
Shawn pulled away first, grinding his crotch against the other man's, one eyebrow raised with curiosity. "Do I taste what I think I taste?"
Rafael swiped his tongue across Shawn's lower lip. "Cum? Yeah." He felt Mendes' cock throb. "Michael B Jordan's, actually." The last word was cut off as Shawn's lips clamped down on Rafael's, his tongue probing every bit of Rafael's mouth, whimpering as they kissed.
Silva was the first to break the kiss, pulling back with a chuckle. "Someone's a fan, huh?" Shawn didn't have to speak - the glazed over look in his eyes, parted lips, and heavy breathing gave the answer away. "You know, if you like the taste so much..." The corner of his lip curled up as his hand applied pressure to Shawn's shoulder, putting the singer on his knees. "...help yourself." The next sound out of Rafael's mouth was a moan as Shawn yanked down Rafael's pants and underwear, allowing his manhood to swing free.
Shawn dove down, swallowing the member and began bobbing his head up and down. Fingers ran through the curls of his hair, encouraging his efforts as the piece of meat continued growing longer, thicker, and harder. When it seemed like Silva had reached full mast, Shawn pulled off, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. The other hand stayed wrapped around the base of Rafael's cock, gently stroking the base. A big plum-shaped head bobbed in the air just inches away, precum drooling out of the slit, foreskin pushed back. A large thick vein ran down the front of the shaft, smaller veins tracing along the length.
"You like it?"
"Mmmhmm." Shawn answered by diving back down, taking the dick back into his mouth. As his lips moved down, he had to widen his jaw. Exploring the member with his mouth, he realized that the base was thicker than the rest - the thought of sitting on it caused him to moan, his mouth stuffed full.
"Oh yeah - you're definitely good at sucking cock. Jordan would looooove you." Rafael felt the vibration of Shawn's groans around his cock, egging him on. "And you'd love it. It's huge - long, thick. Fuck, it was so damn long I couldn't even get the whole thing down my throat. Just had to suck on most of it and use my hand to work the rest. Like, really fucking long. A beautiful dick. Fuuuuuck." The more he described Michael's cock, the more Shawn went to town on Rafael's. The Canadian was slurping away, spit spilling down along Rafael's furry balls to land on the floor below.
"You ever have that problem? Not being able to get the whole thing down your throat?" Rafael watched as Shawn inhaled the last inch of his meat, grinding his lips into the trimmed pubes. "Naw, you're good. Realllllly fucking good. Damn, man. Yeah, you're the kinda guy that just loves to deep throat. Or sit on it." Shawn whimpered around his cock again. "Yep. I bet you'd love to just sit and bounce on Michael's cock, feel it rearrange your guts. Tight but bottomless. Oh, god daaaaaamn." Shawn's face bobbed up and down, a thick `gluck gluck' sound filling the shed as he sucked cock with a purpose. "Yeah, you really want that nut. Get it, man."
Rafael kept going - the more he complimented Shawn's skills or described cocks from the evening, the more intensely Mendes slobbered on his pole. The actor gave Shawn a rundown of how Richard Madden had fucked him hard and good, how good Justin Bieber was at riding a dick, the way he'd railed the singer Wonho's hole, or been in the middle of a man-sandwich with Tom Daley and his husband. Right after he'd finished the story of sucking off Simu Liu and was halfway through getting some of Anthony Mackie's ass, Shawn took hold of Rafael's ass and began going at his cock even harder, as if it were the last dick he'd ever suck. The fervent need expressed by Shawn's eyes and mouth pushed Rafael over the edge. Taking hold of Shawn's forehead, he held the singer in place as he jerked his meat over the open mouth. "Yeah, that's it, stick out your tongue. Catch this loaaaaaaaad!" White fluids streaked across Shawn's tongue, hitting the back of his throat. He held his mouth open, savoring the flavor of Rafael's juices. When the party host was spent, his chest rising and falling quickly as his body sought to recover, Shawn finally closed his mouth, lips wrapping around the shaft right behind the thick head. He suckled as he swallowed, pulling more cum out of the still-hard cock.
"Well, look who swallowed it all." Rafael ran his fingers through Shawn's wavy hair. Reaching down, he pulled the other man up to his knees, locking their lips again in another kiss, tasting his seed on Shawn's tongue.
"Good to the last drop." Shawn's voice was husky, his throat a little raw.
Rafael pulled his pants up, buttoning them as he continued kissing Shawn. "Hey, the party doesn't end tonight. I rented the house for a week and it's an after party the entire time. Come over any night - I promise you'll have a good time. A really really good time." He laughed as he used Shawn's earlier phrase to describe the night's festivities.
"A really really really good time?" Shawn winked as he kept the joke going.
"Dude. Come over and you'll have an amazing time." Reaching down, he squeezed Shawn's ass, the tips of his fingers grazing down the crack. "I promise."
Moments later, the two returned to the party, bags of ice in hand. If Rafael was walking with a little more swagger, no one noticed as most of the guests were busy flirting with each other. And if anyone noticed the stray bit of cum that glazed Shawn's chin, it only turned them on even further. At least four holes got ravaged that evening while guys pictured Shawn Mendes sucking Rafael Silva's cock.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Nick, there you are, you little devil." Shawn wrapped an arm around Nick's shoulders.
"Wait, I thought he was dressed as Batman?" All three men rolled their eyes at Channing's joke.
"He might be dressed as a comic book character, but Nicky here..." Shawn rubbed his knuckles against the top of Nick's skull, made easy by their eight-inch height difference. "...is always a little devil."
"Little?" The group laughed at once as Nick pretended to be insulted.
"And you two are cowboys?" Shawn glanced up and down. Both men were wearing tight jeans, boots, and leather belts. No shirt, like most of the other guests, with leather vests, a bandana around their necks, and hats. The only difference was color - where Channing had a red banana, Alex's was dark gray. Channing's tan hat and brown vest and brown leather belt were matched by Alex' black hat, vest, and belt.
"Sorta. I'm a cowboy, Alex here is a bandit." Channing reached across and tapped the brim of his friend's hat.
"Very nice. Fun but not matchy-matchy." Discussing the pair's costumes provided Shawn an opportunity to look up and down their bodies. "Quite the party, don't you think?" Shawn took a drink, looking at Channing over the top of his glass.
The dancer-turned-actor looked around the room, his eyes sweeping over the bodies of the other guests, admiring their costumes...especially appreciating the lack of material for most of the costumes, a visual feast of bare skin on display. "Oh hell yeah. Reminds me a little of those parties that the Hemsworth brothers throw every year, right?" Winking, Channing elbowed Nick in the ribs, amused by the blush that crept up Nick's cheeks.
"Uhh, yeah. Kinda." Nick brought his glass to his lips as an excuse to keep his response short, a series of hot memories flowing through his mind.
"Oh - damn, it is kinda like their parties. Well, kinda. This party doesn't have the, uh, catering staff'" Shawn winked at Channing, putting enough emphasis on the last two words to ensure that both Channing and Nick understood his meaning.
"Hemsworth parties?" Alex looked among the three, feeling out of the loop.
"Um, just this party they throw every year. It's, uh...a lot of fun." Nick danced around the topic, trying to avoid revealing details about the parties or his involvement in them over the last couple of years.
"Yeah, there's like a different theme each year. Don't feel bad if you haven't got an invite before - it's a who's who of that year's celebrities." Channing gazed into his glass with fond memories. "I haven't been since like...four years now? 2017 or so? Been hitting a dry spell of hits, so no dice. I think Nick's gone to one more recently though." He gave a quick knowing glance to Nick - the only reason he knew that they had both been to the parties was because Nick wore one of the `catering staff' costumes one time that the pair hooked up and Tatum had made a guess about where he'd gotten the outfit from. Nick's blush had given away the answer while he'd stammered, looking cute as hell wearing a mask and a super-skimpy explorer costume.
"Mmm. Sounds like some of the parties we have in England." Alex smirked as he took a drink, enjoying that he had a mystery of his own as well. "Little get-togethers that involve a bit of, eh, costume and are rather fun." Alex was so focused on watching Channing's confusion that he missed Nick's look, the singer's eyebrows knitting slightly with curiosity.
"So you two have known each other awhile then?" Shawn picked up on the little glances and gestures between his friend and Channing, his libido starting to rise up at the mental image of the two naked in bed.
"Yeah, we go back a bit." Channing grinned, looking over at Nick. The blush returned to Nick's face, a little darker shade of pink this time. "We became good buddies when Nick started working on his acting career. Sought out advice from someone else who'd transitioned into acting from something else." Channing's mind flashed with the vision of Nick riding his cock while Channing held a video camera, making a little home movie. "Showed little buddy here the ropes."
While Shawn and Channing spoke, Nick turned towards Alex. With his voice kept low, he muttered a question towards the English actor. "Collar or armband?" The look of surprise on Alex's face was almost comical - his eyebrows both shot up for a moment before he regained his composure.
"Well, well well." His lip curled into a mischievous grin. "Looks like someone's made it across the pond."
"More than once." Nick met the grin, tilting his glass towards Alex.
"A collar, actually. Running around with Idris."
"Elba?"
"Mmmhmm. Color's green, for envy. Gotta be swinging big to join the pack." Alex chuckled as he watched Nick's eyes dart down and then back up again. "Definitely let me know the next time you're heading back over. You'd look cute with a green bandana around that sexy neck."
The pair returned their attention to Channing and Shawn, who were leaning in closer toward one another and chatting away, thick as thieves.
"I think they've hit it off." Alex murmured as he grinned over at Nick.
"Looks that way."
"What are you two gossiping about?" Channing's smile was big and bright, a combination of a couple of drinks, a few fucks under his belt already, and Shawn's apparent interest in getting to know each other better.
Alex laid a palm flat on his bare chest, feigning indignation. "I would never gossip."
"Bullshit."
Pettyfer rolled his eyes. "Brits don't gossip. We're too proper for that, unlike you Yanks. Nick and I..." Alex wrapped his arm around Nick's waist, pulling him close. "...were just comparing notes about parties we frequent."
"Sounds like gossip to me."
Alex continued, ignoring Channin's comment. "Aaaand, Mr. Jonas was telling me about just how fun this party is."
"I..." Nick looked at Alex, confused. Any other words faded off as he felt Alex's fingers stroking up and down his side. Instead, he followed Alex's lead. "Uh. Yeah. It's a really fun party."
"A very very fun party." Alex's voice deepened as his volume lowered. "Especially...over in that part of the house." He pointed with his free hand towards the hallway that led into the back of the house.
~ ~ ~ ~
A few minutes later and all four guys were in the bedroom, parts of their costumes all over the place. Nick was on all fours, supporting his weight in a 69 position over Alex's body as he hoovered the big cock below. The British stud wasn't kidding - he was easily packing over eight and a half inches and it was wonderfully thick. Nick's head bobbed up and down, ignoring the slight ache of his jaw as it stretched wide to accommodate the beefy rod that was snaking down his throat. At the other end, Alex licked and sucked on Nick's cock and nuts, two of his fingers sliding in and out of the singer's hole.
The other two men were wrapped up in their own 69 next to Nick and Alex on the bed. Shawn was stretched out on his back, thrusting up into Channing's mouth while the actor pounded his pole up and down, almost seven inches of man meat disappearing into Shawn's mouth again and again. Mendes ran his hands up and down the thick thighs, nicely toned from years of dancing. One hand stretched up, finding its way into the cleft of Tatum's rear. Circling around the rosebud, Shawn pressed his digit against the puckered flesh and slid inside. White fluid leaked out, trickling down over Channing's balls as they swung over Shawn's face. A drop of jizz landed on Shawn's forehead, and then another. Thinking it was sweat, Shawn wiped his face clean before looking up to find that his partner was dripping a fresh load of cum.
"Dude, is that..." He withdrew his finger, finding it covered in shiny juices that definitely were not sweat. He shoved it back in, just the tip, circling around the inside of Channing's entrance, causing the other man to purr.
"Yeah. Told ya, it's been a fun night." Channing's response was punctuated by the sloppy sound of his mouth returning to Shawn's dick.
"Daaaaamn. There's - a lot. Who...?"
"Grant Gustin, that guy from the `Flash' show. Flip-fucked, filled each other. Ryan Reynolds - he's been on my bucket list for awhile. Marc Ruffalo. Oh man, that dude can fuck. Last one was...Alex, who creamed me last?"
"Cavill. As if you forgot. He nearly pounded you through the mattress."
"Mmmmmm...yeah, Cavill. You're right, I didn't forget."
"Wait. This is Henry Cavill's...cum? In your ass?"
"Yeah. Dude shoots forrrrrrever. Huge balls. OHH!" Channing's banter was cut short as Shawn leaned forward and shoved his face between the muscular globes, latching his mouth onto the dripping hole and devouring it. The room was filled with loud moans and muffled whimpers as Mendes feasted.
Damn, he'd get along with Rudd,' Nick thought, silently chuckling as he returned his attention to Alex's member, lapping his tongue at the head and foreskin. Angling his face downward, he looked between their bodies to find Alex's face. "Did you score tonight?" He had to laugh at the expression on the other man's face - Alex didn't have to say the words of course' - they were etched into his features.
Instead, the Brit winked. "You first."
"Got to the party late. Just Shawn and Lewis Tan. And you."
"Oooh - Lewis has a nice one. He was my first `conquest' this evening. Sucked him off. Got bred by Lucien Laviscount and then hammered one of those Carver twins - the one from that housewives show."
"Lucien's here?" Nick's interest was piqued - the pair had quite a bit of fun back during the filming of "Scream Queens".
"Was. You know, no offense, but I enjoy your mouth when it's...mmmmm, that's it." Alex sighed as Nick returned to sucking his cock. A few minutes wrapping his mouth around Nick's throbbing member, he sensed that his new friend was ready for something else. Patting Nick's rump, he gently disentangled their bodies. Leaving Nick on all fours, Alex slid his body towards the head of the bed, lifting himself up on his elbows. Pressing his thumbs into Nick's rear, he spread the cheeks apart, exposing Nick's hole before leaning in and teasing it with his tongue. The other man's whimpers encouraged him and his lapping became more vigorous. Within minutes, Nick was writhing on the bed, arching his back and wriggling his hips to bear down on Alex's talented mouth, spreading his legs to give the stud better access.
Beside them, Channing was sitting upright on Shawn's face, riding it as the singer munched the actor's hole, fingers digging into the toned thighs. Unspoken, a competition emerged as Shawn and Alex strove to make their respective partners howl with pleasure.
"I..." Channing panted, his cock throbbing and drooling precum all over Shawn's chest. "...I, I have an idea."
"Mmmm." Alex peeled himself away from Nick's rear. "What's that?"
"A...oh fuck. Fuuuuuuck." Channing's back arched as Shawn's teeth bit into his ass cheek before shoving his tongue back into Channing's hole. "A race."
"What kind of race?" A kiss planted on Nick's buttocks as he fingered the eager hole.
"See who can get their bottom to cum first."
"Not to sound greedy, but what about us?" Alex heard Nick sigh as he slid his finger back inside the hot tunnel, feeling the singer's muscles squeeze around his digit.
"After they cum, we cum."
"So what's the...ohhhhh." Alex was cut short as Nick began licking on his calf muscles, trying to encourage the Brit to return his attention to Nick's needs. "What's the wager?"
"For them..." Channing reached down and patted Shawn's hip. "...the first shooter, I'll hook them up with Joe."
"From `Magic Mike'?" Shawn pulled away for a brief moment to get the question out before his mouth disappeared again.
"Magliano. The one and only. And for us - the winner gets to pick next year's Halloween costumes."
"You've got a deal." Alex smacked Nick on the rear and then took hold of his waist, turning him around. Nick straddled the other man, rubbing his rear up and down against the rigid pole, waiting as Shawn and Channing got into position. Reaching over, Alex retrieved his hat and placed it onto Nick's head, grinning before reaching back over for the small bottle on the nightstand. The two "Magic Mike" actors lubed up their cocks and watched as Nick and Shawn moved in sync, hovering over the two dicks before sitting down, taking both members whole in one move.
The bed shook as the two hungry bottoms rode their partners like jockeys at a horse race. Channing's hips bucked and wriggled, using his skills as a dancer to work his cock in Shawn's ass. He knew that while he didn't have Alex's length or girth, his skill more than made up the difference. Meanwhile, Nick's insides were being pummeled and stretched, moaning at the glorious pounding, his back arched and his head thrown back. Alex licked his lips at the sight - the singer looked cute as hell riding him, black hat sitting atop his head, the black leather harness stretching across his chest.
It was Shawn that came first. He was still worked up from sucking off Rafael...but he hadn't cum since the encounter with Austin. Not that he was complaining - he'd hungrily and happily devoured every drop that Rafael had to offer and had planned on avoiding cumming anyway before ditching the cock ring. Channing's gifted hip movements definitely helped as well. Meanwhile, Nick had found release with Lewis shortly before bumping into his old friend Channing - so despite Alex stretching his ass wide and deep, his balls needed more time. Shawn shot hard and fast, ropes of jizz splattering across Channing's neck and chest as he cried out in pleasure, his fingers clawing at the torso below him.
As he recovered from his orgasm, Shawn slowly began working up the speed of his up and down motions, returning his attention to riding the stud. Meanwhile, Nick curled his body forward, nestling his face into the crook of Alex's neck, moaning with deep need. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." The words rolled out over and over.
"Mate, I am fucking you." Heavy breaths came out between each of Alex's words.
"As...hard...as...you...can."
Taking Nick's face in his hands, Alex pulled the other man up slightly, looking into his eyes. What he found were eyebrows knitted together with hungry need, mouth slightly open and panting...and felt hands clutching at his chest. "Are you sure? I don't want to..."
"You won't." The expression on Nick's face changed, becoming more assertive. "Tear up my insides. Send me limping back into the party."
Alex replied with just a growl. Wrapping his arms around Nick's torso, he pulled him down close, feeling an eager mouth working against his neck and shoulder. One palm slid down and pressed down, pinning Nick's body in place as Alex began slamming his hips up with all of his might. It was rare that he found a bottom willing and able to not just take his large cock but who begged for it so enthusiastically...and he was determined to give Nick every bit of what he wanted.
A couple of minutes later, Nick whined as his balls erupted, spilling his seed between their bodies. His entire body went tight as his orgasm took over. Squeezing his eyes tight, Nick saw bursts of light on the insides of his eyelids. Between the small constant sounds of pleasure that Nick was emitting and the way his entire form was squeezing Alex's, it was only moments later that Alex roared out as he began breeding the singer, nearly bucking Nick off of the bed as his hips slammed upward again and again.
Drenched in sweat, Nick slid off of Alex and curled up beside him. Together, they watched as Channing flipped Shawn over. Holding one leg up in the air, the other man's hips swiveled around as he went to work. Cum ran down his torso, little rivers of shiny juices making their way from Channing's neck and chest and down his stomach, flung off into the air by his swinging hips. Shawn kept moaning, feeling as if he might cum again already. Suddenly, Channing rammed forward one last time, grunting as he found release inside Shawn's guts. He collapsed a couple of minutes later, Shawn's arms wrapping over Channing's shoulders as they made out.
"I'll let you know what you're wearing next year." Alex laughed as Channing's hand rose with a thumbs up gesture.
"And I..." Channing finally pulled away, winking at Shawn. "...will get you in touch with Joe." His lips descended again to find Shawn's.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Seriously..." Alex took Nick's chin between his thumb and forefinger, staring into his eyes. "Let me know the next time you're in my neck of the woods."
"Absolutely. I like the color green." Nick grinned - he'd have to tell Zayn Malik, who would want every scrumptious detail. Thankfully, Zayn wouldn't be jealous of Nick finding another connection to the collar parties in England.
"It'll look good on you. See ya around, partner." Alex drawled the words out with a Western accent, tipping his hat to the still-nude pair of friends laid out on the bed. He and Channing exited the room, pulling the door shut behind them.
"Well..." Shawn spoke the single word before letting out a long breath. "THAT was fun."
"Mmmmm." Nick closed his eyes, tracing his fingers over one of the straps of his harness.
"Oh no, you don't get to look like that. You already have a man." Shawn smiled wickedly, attacking his friend's ribs with tickling fingers. Nick giggled and tried to wiggle away.
"I do not."
"Lie to yourself. Everyone else is wondering when they'll get their invitations to the wedding." The pair settled back down, laying next to each other as they savored post-orgasmic bliss. As they compared notes from the evening so far, Shawn noticed that Nick wasn't staring at the ceiling so much as he was staring through it, off into some distant unseen point.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"Hmmm?" Nick shook his head, returning to the present. "Nothing."
"Thinking of Liam?" The way that the corner of Nick's mouth tugged up in a slight grin gave away the answer. "You two do make a cute couple." He held his hand up as Nick opened his mouth to protest. "Ah ah - you're a couple and you know it."
Nick's lips moved again, this time pressing together and pulling to the side. "He hasn't said anything, like, official or anything. Ugh, I sound like some teenage girl."
"No, you don't." Shawn ran the back of his hand along the side of Nick's face before pulling his friend into a hug. "You sound like a guy that's in love. And you just want to hear it out loud."
"Maybe."
"Maaaaybe." Shawn stretched the word out, the pitch of his voice a little higher, earning a laugh from Nick. "Right now though, we need to clean up a little so we can head back out there. You and Alex were sweating like you were in a sauna."
"Dude, did you see the size of his dick?"
"Austin's was bigger."
"It was not."
"It was."
"No way."
"Mmmmmm." Shawn moaned lightly at the memory, as well as the thought of Mahone's offer to hook up again later. "Way. Alright, get up." Taking Nick by the hand, he pulled the other man up off of the bed. "And, I have a thought about our costumes." His devilish look caused Nick to start laughing again, curious what his old friend had in mind.
~ To be continued ~
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