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-------------------------------------------------------------------- Suckered by a Jonas Brother - Chapter 18 - "Ghosting the Party" 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 to Robert for contributing ideas about a certain character, with glee. ;)
Thank you, always, to Patrick for proof-reading.
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"There, that looks better. Much better." Shawn stepped back to admire his handiwork. Nick's costume had been stripped down to the bare essentials, emphasis on the word `bare'. The pants were gone, his shirt was a memory, and the Batman cowl-mask was tucked away with the other items in a drawer for safe-keeping. He was left with the black leather harness crossing his chest, the leather gloves, black utility belt, black boxer-briefs, and boots. Shawn had fixed the black bat-shape face paint that stretched across Nick's nose and eyes, almost reaching his temples. He'd also taken his time touching up the black Batman symbol he'd painted onto Nick's chest, "accidentally" brushing his friend's nipples enough times that the pouch of the black boxer-briefs had begun to fill out a little more.
Shawn smirked, noticing the change in his friend's demeanor. A few years ago, Nick would have protested a little and asked for at least the pants back. Now, after years of enjoying some of the best dick that Hollywood had to offer, he'd come into his own and was admiring himself in the mirror, a grin stretching his stubbled cheeks. `Well, actually, a lot of the best dick that Hollywood has to offer,' Shawn mused, correcting his own train of thought.
It probably also helped that his own outfit more than matched Nick's. Most of his Robin costume had disappeared, nestled next to Nick's in the same drawer. The resulting look was minimalist - the only clothing the singer had left was his red trunks and black-and-gold utility belt. He didn't even have a harness to slightly cover up like Nick did. Instead, a black `R' was painted onto his chest. The only other stitch of clothing beyond that was a pair of green shoes and green gloves. He was a little thankful for the yellow cape covering his back, leaving him slightly less exposed...although he'd given serious thought to ditching that as well.
"There definitely won't be any doubts about what type of treats we're looking for this Halloween." Nick laughed as Shawn rolled his eyes for a moment before giggling as well.
"The best kind of treats." Eyes flashing with mischief, Shawn dove in for a kiss, his tongue working its way into Nick's mouth, both men letting out little moans. Nick's moan grew deeper as Shawn's hand found his ass and gave it a squeeze - light at first and then firmer as he got worked up as well. Pulling away, he swallowed and then smiled broadly. "Damn. I think I can still taste some of your guys from tonight."
"Whatever, no you can't." He watched as one of Shawn's eyebrows rose up. "Okay, maybe a little." His eyes darted over towards the bedroom door. "Ready for more?"
"Hell yes. Let's go." Shawn gave out a little yelp of surprise as he felt Nick's hand swat his ass, returning the gesture from earlier in the evening. He grinned again - someone was definitely fully in the mood. He looked forward to what the rest of the night would bring.
As they made their way down the hall and back into the main part of the house, Shawn noticed that Nick had a little strut to his walk. He grinned, glad that Liam had loosened Nick up (not everywhere...certain spots were still deliciously tight).
"Nicky!" The pair turned, finding an old friend waving.
"Lamar! Or is it Montero now?" Nick found himself wrapped up in a big hug by the singer who seemed to go by several names, including "Lil Nas X".
"A guy can call me whatever he wants, especially if he's naked and moaning."
"How about `Billy'?"
LIl Nas X looked over at Shawn with a big exaggerated eye roll before sticking out his tongue and laughing. "Fuck Billy. That's a basic ass name." He waited for Shawn's chuckle to fade before continuing. "No, seriously, fuck Billy. Levy. Well, William, I guess. Good dick...great body...amazing ass. And that man can suuuuuuuck a mean dick."
Shawn's eyebrows furrowed, confused. "Who? Actor, singer...?"
"Eh. Actor and model. He's better at modeling." Lil Nas X took a sip, winking. "Well, he's even better at other things but that's off-camera."
"What's he been in?"
"Child, do I look like Wikipedia? Use your...oh, Rafael didn't let us bring our phones into the party. Nevermind. Hell, I don't know - look it up later. But if you want, I can hook one of you up later. Or both. I know both of y'all are kinky horny motherfuckers."
"And you're not?" Shawn raised one eyebrow, smirking.
"Oh, hell yeah. Takes one to know one." The rapper raised his glass in a toast before taking another sip. "Oh - who let Bieber in here?" His eyes cut to the left before rolling again, this time without a grin. One too many run-ins with the blonde singer had left him irritated.
"Oh shit - Justin. Be right back." Shawn bounded off to chat with his fellow Canadian.
Nick and Lil Nas X watched him blend into the crowd. "Well, I'm glad someone likes Bieber."
"Eh. It's kinda a love-hate thing." Nick felt eyes on him and turned, meeting Lil Nas X's curious glance. "He loves to hate-fuck him." The jest pulled another laugh out of the younger man, his eyes twinkling with merriment. "Long story though. It's complicated."
"Mmmm. Complicated is messy." The distance between the pair grew smaller as Lil Nas X moved closer. "I like easy." His eyes gleamed with something more than amusement.
"Easy is...fun." Nick's eyes sparkled with a matching devilish look.
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"Fuck - easy is really fun." Lil Nas X's head rolled back as his fingers ran through the locks of Nick's hair, caressing his scalp as the Jonas brother's head tilted back and forth, his nose rubbing against the hard lump in the front of the other man's pants. The rapper from Atlanta began shedding his School Declassified costume, tossing the blonde wig to the ground and then shrugging away the green jacket. After peeling off the yellow t--shirt underneath, he gripped it in both hands and wrapped it around the back of Nick's head, tugging forward to press the brown-haired man's face more firmly against his crotch. Shoes and pants followed, leaving him in only a pair of black Calvin Klein trunks. Nick pulled the waistband down, feeling a slab of meat rise up to smack him against the cheek. Turning his face, his tongue trailed up and down the stiffening rod which quickly unfurled to full mast.
Pulling back, Nick took in the sight of his friend's meat as his hand slid up and down its length. Nine inches of rock hard cock with a big thick head at the end. Nick hummed, appreciating the way that the shaft got girthier towards the base, fondly remembering the way that last inch gave an extra stretch to his hole. Looking up, he wrapped his lips around the cock head and worked his throat, allowing spit to slide out and down in order to let his lips glide easier. Before long, his mouth was down against the root, his forehead pressed into Lil Nas X's stomach.
"God damn..." Nine inches flexed inside Nick's throat. "I hope I get as good as you and your brother at sucking cock one day." He chuckled as the compliment spurred Nick to begin working his mouth up and down, slurping at the rigid staff. "Still not sure which of you is better. It's pretty close." His fingers wrapped around Nick's head to hold him in close as he ground his hips, burying every bit of dick into Nick's face. The resulting moans vibrated down his shaft, causing him to let out another long sigh of pleasure.
Still keeping a light hold on Nick's head, Lil Nas X began slowly walking towards the bed, easing up onto the mattress and watching as Nick climbed up as well, never unlatching his lips from the length of meat, still bobbing up and down. As they stretched out and relaxed, Lil Nas X laying on his back with Nick kneeling between spread legs, Nick finally let go and caught his breath at last. "Let's see if I can convince you I'm better than Joe." Lunging down, he took the entire length back down his throat with one gulp, managing to work his tongue out and lap at the ball sac below.
"Fuuuuuuuck Niiiiiiick." He let the youngest Jonas Brother go to work, the sounds of loud slurping filling the room, his fingers grabbing at the sheets as his hips writhed in pleasure.
"Montero." Nick released the dick in his mouth just long enough to utter the three syllables before stuffing it down his throat again.
"Mmmm...?"
"Montero."
"Yeah, Nick?"
"Still a close call?" Nick kissed the tip of the ebony wand, slowly lapping his tongue around the ridge of the other man's cockhead. Lil Nas X laughed at the sibling rivalry that ran strong with these two studs. He'd happily let them compete all night long.
"Maybe. One day I'm going to have to get you two together at the same time, actually make it a cum-petition." He tugged on Nick's shoulders, bringing the shorter man up into his lap. Reaching back, he tapped his meat against Nick's ass. "Also should probably sort out what y'all call me."
"Hmmm?" Nick's face was nuzzling against Lil Nas X's shoulder as he slowly bucked his rear up and down, feeling the firm pole slide against his crack.
"You always call me Montero'. Joe calls me Lamar'."
"Which one do you prefer?"
Lil Nas X looked at the ceiling, pondering the question for a moment before grinning. "I honestly don't care - it's kinda cute."
"Montero..." Nick's voice lowered into a husky whisper, pressing their foreheads together.
"Yeah, Nicky?"
"Monnnnnterrrro..." He pushed back with his hips.
"Mmm. Yeah?"
"Fuck me. Ahhhh!!" Nick let out a gasp as Montero granted his wish, the thick head pushing into Nick's hole. Lubed up with cum, the nine inches easily slid in, the rapper sighing again as the tight velvet confines of Nick's ass squeezed his rod.
Reaching back, he took hold of Nick's ass, squeezing it as he rocked his hips up and down, pumping in and out, both men letting out moans.
Nick took over, hands holding onto Montero's shoulders as he lifted himself up and down, riding the lengthy member with a vengeance. After several minutes of furiously pumping his hips up and down, he looked down to find them both covered in a light sweat, Lil Nas X groaning with his jaw hanging slightly open, hands casually squeezing Nick's rear, occasionally using the hand hold to pull Nick down hard on his cock.
"Monnnteerrrrro..." The name slowly rolled out of Nick's throat.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Who rides you better - me or Joe?" He laughed as Montero pushed him backward, nine inches of man meat sliding out of his ass as he landed on his back on the bed. The other man quickly closed the distance, his lips finding Nick's.
"I'm not telling. Keeping it a nice friendly little competition. Seems to encourage y'all."
"No..." Nick's mouth was busy, trying to speak and kiss at the same time. "...fair."
"Oh, speaking of fair..." Lil Nas X grinned as he slid a finger across Nick's bottom lip. "...you promised me something."
"Huh? What did I promise?" Nick pulled the tip of Montero's finger into his mouth and suckled on it.
"Your cute little mouth. I bred your ass last time and told you I'd blow a load down your throat next time." He watched as Nick's eyes lit up with memories of the big party at the Hemsworth house. Nick recalled feeling the rapper ram his ass and pump him full of cum while Nick's mouth was busy working on Simu Liu's meat.
Nick climbed out of Montero's lap and rolled over onto his back, his head hanging off the edge of the mattress. Reaching down, he grabbed his cock and gave it a few strokes while grinning at his friend. "A promise is a promise."
"Oh hell yeah." Lil Nas X climbed off of the bed and stood next to it, spreading his legs a little as he pointed his dick at Nick's open mouth. Plunging in, he watched as the Jonas brother's throat swelled, visibly stuffed with man meat. When all nine inches were gone, Nick let out a happy hum - the vibrations caused Montero's cock to flex and he gasped as he saw the head of his dick visibly push up from inside Nick's throat. "God daaaaaamn." Placing his hands gently along the sides of Nick's neck, Lil Nas X stared as he worked in and out, enraptured by the sight of Nick's throat bulge with each inward thrust. As the pumping of Montero's hips grew faster, so did the motion of Nick's fist around his own rod, jerking it in time with the other man's movements.
It was finally too much - despite already having gotten off a couple more times than Montero, Nick moaned loudly as his dick spasmed in his grip, shooting another load onto his stomach and chest. His intense moans caused his throat to quiver around Lil Nas X's pole. With a great cry, Montero squeezed his eyes shut and blasted his babies into Nick's stomach. As his cock pulsed, he ground his hips forward, every last bit of his member shoved into Nick's eager mouth. When the last shot was fired, Lil Nas X sank to his knees and held Nick's cheeks in his palms, shoving his tongue where his cock had been just seconds earlier. Their tongues danced as their heavy breathing continued, ragged and fierce, until they were calm at last.
"Not sure which is better...mmmmmm...that ass or that mouth."
"Guess we'll just have to try again later."
"Oh fuck yeah." Another kiss, this time nibbling on Nick's lower lip before leaning forward against the edge of the bed. "Wonder if Kevin has naturally good cocksucking skills too. Like, it runs in the family?"
"HA!!! Good luck with that one!" Nick laughed as he flipped over. "Joe and I have a hard enough time getting him to whip his dick out. I don't think he's going to hook up with someone - the slut gene skipped a brother." Nick winked as he pulled himself off of the mattress, kissing Montero one more time before padding across the floor to retrieve their costumes. Handing the green clothes and blonde wig over to the rapper, he began pulling on the midnight black parts of his own outfit.
"Hmmm. Maybe we'll see." Montero grinned, amused at the idea of a challenge...and at Nick's perception of his eldest brother. `Joe said kinda the same thing,' he thought, reflecting on their most-recent encounter. Licking his upper lip, Montero decided that he was going to try to meet the challenge of tagging all three Jonas Brothers.
"We're hanging out again soon?"
"Oh, absolutely. I'm in L.A. all the time. Expect to see me real soon." Grabbing Nick's ass and giving it another squeeze, Montero shared another kiss with the singer before they left the room, returning to the party.
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Shawn laughed again, his sides still hurting from the last joke that Ross Lynch had told him. The blonde singer-actor had him cracking up, much better company (in Shawn's opinion) than Bieber, who appeared to be in a mood tonight. He liked his fellow Canadian...especially the way his curved cock felt as it worked his insides...but when Justin was full of himself, he was tiresome to be around.
Shawn had worked his way out of the conversation with Bieber, getting another drink before bumping into Nick again. Noticing his friend stepping back into the party from the hallway with Lil Nas X, he had grinned, knowing full well how good a time could be had with the Atlanta rapper. He doesn't know what he's missing,' Shawn had mused to himself. Occasionally he teased Nick for being a 100% bottom...but only as good-natured ribbing. Besides, it left more ass for Shawn to plunder. Before he'd had the chance to get the dirty details, Ross had bounced over to say hi to Nick. Decked out as a male version of Cruella Deville, his hair parted and painted half-black and half-white, Ross looked cute with a pair of tight red pants and a white-and-black fur coat, his chest bare underneath. The two shared humorous stories from their Disney days, which was the reason that Shawn's sides were in stitches right now. The trio's conversation was interrupted as a tall blond stud wrapped his arm around Nick's shoulders.
"Nick! Niiiiiick." Alex Pettyfer had a big smile as he pulled the singer away, a hand trailing down Nick's torso bare torso. "Loooove the change to your costume. Just underwear and a harness. Fuck." His finger trailed over the leather strap. "You..." He tapped the center of Nick's chest. "You should come visit London sometime. Hang out."
"That'd be fun."
"Fuck that. You need to come to London. Fun? LOTS of fun. You'll look so cute..." His finger trailed across Nick's neck. "...little green visitor bandana right here." His smile grew broader and more wolf-ish, the green-blue eyes lit up with lust. "Actually, move to London. Can talk Idris into strapping a green collar on this stud neck. Dan might be stepping out to make his own pack soon." He leaned in, whispering into Nick's ear. "So we might have an opening..." His fingertips ran down the curve of Nick's ass. "...for your opening."
A hand calmly clapped on Alex's shoulder. He and Nick both looked up to find Channing Tatum looking bemused. "Probably about time to call it a night. I know I've had a few. Ready for bed."
"Nick. Nicholas? Nick. You should join us. In bed. Again." Alex's beard stretched along his cheeks, his teeth gleaming in a big smile. "And again. Alllll night."
"I think you impressed someone." Channing winked at Nick as he put his other hand on Alex's lower back.
"Hell yeah he did. He just sat on my cock and took it whole...but still soooo fucking tight. It's like magic. I'm your hole's number one fan."
Nick smiled, thinking that Liam Hemsworth might contest that notion. The thought caused a small blush to warm up Nick's cheeks. "One? Felt like nine." He winked at Alex. "I think Channing is ready to go home. But I've got a trip planned to London soon."
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh. If you want to hang out, show me the fun stuff to do there..." He was cut off by Alex leaning in.
"Oh, there's lots of fun things to do." The British stud began whispering a list of things he had in mind. Channing watched as Nick's mouth parted slightly and his eyes widened, blinking. The singer swallowed hard before licking his lips, smiling as Alex pulled away. "That sound like `fun'?"
"Very. Maybe if we also..." It was Nicks' turn to lean forward, his lips brushing Alex's ear as he let out his own list of ideas for carnal exploration. When he pulled away, Alex let out a long low whistle as he squeezed his own crotch, his cock responding to Nick's suggestions.
"That. All of that. Hell yeah."
"Okay, I don't know what y'all are cooking up. Well, I think I do. But I don't think I really want to know, based on the looks on your faces. Time to head out buddy." Channing glanced down at Alex's crotch and then back to Nick. "Point the way." Patting Alex's lower back, he guided his friend towards the front door.
Chuckling, Nick realized that his own cock had filled out a bit from the conversation. Looking down, his black boxer-briefs had a noticeable bulge pushing out under his utility belt. Shaking his head a little to clear it, he looked over to where he'd been standing with Shawn and Ross, only to find them gone. Scanning the room, he spotted Ross' split-colored hair, Shawn right beside him, as they wandered down the hall to the bedroom.
Smiling, Nick got in line at the bar. Waiting for his turn, he felt an elbow gently prod his side.
"Enjoying the party?" Turning, he was pleasantly surprised to see their host, Rafael Silva, standing next to him.
"A lot. Thanks." Turning to look at the line and back again, Nick teased his friend. "You don't get special privileges from the bar?"
"Oh, I already used the bartender's special privileges. A couple of times." He laughed as Nick blushed at the joke. He loved how slutty the little stud could be...and still turn red at sexual comments. "He's cute though, eh?" Rafael winked before glancing at the bartender again.
"Yeah, he's pretty hot."
Rafael leaned in close, his breath against Nick's ear causing a stir down the singer's spine. "Hung like a horse. So fucking long. You'd love it." He stood upright again, taking a sip from his glass.
"Wait, you've already got a drink," Nick pointed out, changing the conversation before he pitched a tent right in the middle of a room of people.
"Mmmhmm. Just wanted to come over and say hi. Well, and see if you wouldn't mind lending a hand with something in the shed."
"Oh, lend a hand out there? With what?" Nick blinked rapidly, feigning innocence.
"Something. It's a little task I know you're good with."
Nick looked down to find a sizable lump in Rafael's pants. "Little task?"
"It's a growing issue. Best to resolve it before it...gets out of hand."
"I hear you using the word `hand'...but I think you have other body parts in mind."
"You know me too well." Winking, Rafael stepped out of the line and headed towards the backdoor with Nick close on his heels.
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"Oh, damn...right there." Ross lay on his side, head rolled back as he moaned up towards the ceiling. Shawn lay behind him and held one of Ross' legs up, providing enough space to saw his cock in and out of the blonde's hole. Ross wiggled his hips, grinding back to meet Shawn's thrusts.
"This is the kind of fun that you and Nick had back behind the scenes at Disney?"
"Fuck. I wish. Mmmmm. He wasn't...fuck, what is that thing you're doing with your ohhhhhhhhh..." Ross bit down on his lower lip, groaning with pleasure. He'd heard stories that Shawn was good in the sack, but experiencing it was different. Mendes has managed to find Ross' magic spot and was working it over with his cock...hard. Fingers squeezed his nipples, causing him to let out another loud cry- Ross looked down to find a load of cum leaking slowly out of his cock, driven out by Shawn's expert fucking skills.
"Thaaaaat's it. Cum for me, man."
"Fuuuuuuuuuck." A hand reached around and squeezed the shaft of his cock, milking it to release the rest of his load. When nothing else came out, Shawn let go and brought his hand up to his mouth, licking his fingers clean.
Suddenly, Ross was rolled over face down onto the bed. Hands pressed against his shoulder blades, pinning him down as Shawn's feet gently kicked Ross' legs further apart. Working in a push-up position, Shawn began slamming his hips down, drilling Ross' ass.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck. FuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!" Ross clawed at the sheets, part of him wanting to relax after busting a nut...and most of him craving every moment that Mendes pounded his hole.
"Getting...close...where...do...you...want...it?" Shawn's words came out in between heavy breaths. A bead of sweat dropped down from his forehead, landing on the back of Ross' neck.
"Don't stop."
"Yeah?" Shawn lowered himself down, wrapping his arms under Ross's shoulders. He continued the relentless thrusts into the other man's rear, causing the entire bed to shake. "You want my fucking load in your guts?" For a moment, Shawn tried to count how many times he'd gotten off that evening...and quickly stopped counting when Ross flexed his ass, causing his ring to tighten around the hard cock driving in and out, silently begging for Mendes' juices.
"Here...it...comes...ahhhhhhhh." Shawn's body went rigid as he rammed forward and began shooting, his cock quivering with yet another release. His balls ached a little from the workout they'd received so far. Grinning, Shawn wondered if Nick had managed to score another hit.
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The door to the shed had barely shut before Rafael's body was pressed up against Nick's backside, his already-hard cock rutting at the singer's rear, earning hungry little moans.
"Mmmm...glad that your costume has one less layer." One hand was rubbing up and down Nick's thigh, exposed now that he was clad only in his underwear. The other hand was tugging at Nick's nipples, the nubs quickly getting hard as Nick began panting.
Jonas reached back, blindly fumbling at the fastenings of Rafael's pants. "You've still got too much on." He quickly got the button and zipper undone and Silva's pants fell to the floor. The actor stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side. His hands slid into the waistband of Nick's boxer-briefs and slid them down. Now that they were both free of some clothing, his hard rod was able to slide up and down between Nick's cheeks, heated flesh to flesh.
"I missed this at the party." Rafael's words rumbled against Nick's throat as his mouth worked to lick at the stubbled skin.
"Tonight?"
"Uh uh. At the Hemsworth party last year. Wound up in a different room at the end of the night." His hips ground against Nick's rear. "Was eyeing this the whole night." Rafael made his point by smacking Nick on the ass.
"It's yours now." Nick tilted his head back, giving Rafael more access to his throat, moaning at every lick.
The head of Rafael's cock lodged up against Nick's entrance. "Do you want lube?"
Nick let out a laugh. "Been enjoying the tricks and treats at your party tonight." He spread his feet, opening up his legs as he stood against the wall. "I'm ready."
"Two things I like - a man who's prepared." Silva worked the head of his dick inside Nick's hole. "And a man who likes cock."
"I love cock."
"I know...I've seen the videos." With a chuckle, Rafael pressed his hips forward, sinking his entire length inside with one stroke. "Fuuuuuuck." He pressed his face against the back of Nick's head, taking a deep breath. "You weren't kidding - your hole is tight but...mmmmm...whose juices have it all slicked up?"
It was Nick's turn to groan as Rafael pulled out and rammed back in, burying his rod to the hilt. "Shawn..."
"Mendes? Of course. You two are like peas in a pod." Another thrust pounded at Nick's rear. "And...?"
"Lewis...oh fuck...Tan..."
"Nice. That's some really good dick. Who else? Fuck, I can feel a lot of cum in your guts."
"Alex...Pettyfer...ohhhhhh."
"Pettyfer? And your ass is still tight? That's a really thick piece of meat."
"Oh god..." Nick's head rolled back as Rafael kept ramming into him with hard, determined thrusts. "That's it...so far."
"So far...ha! You ready for load number four?"
"Hell yes." Planting both of his palms flat against the wall, Nick spread his legs apart even further, giving Rafael access to get in a little deeper. He groaned with delight every time that thick base ground against his ass. They worked out a nice rhythm as Rafael drilled the singer, enjoying the tight confines of Nick's guts, having lusted after them for a while. He and Nick had worked as "party favors" at one of the big sex parties that the Hemsworth brothers threw every year. Rafael had hoped to nail Nick's cute little ass during the after party but that hadn't happened. In the meantime, he'd lost count of the number of times he'd jerked off to one of the many sex tapes that Nick's conquests had made.
And now it was his turn. Pulling out, Rafael knelt down to retrieve his phone from his pants pocket, flicking open the camera app as he stood back up and showed the device to Nick. "Yes?"
"Thought that phones and cameras weren't allowed at the party?"
"Being the host has its perks." Leaning over, Rafael set the phone on its side on a shelf, thumbing the red `record' button. The screen showed their bodies, down to their calves, as Rafael placed one hand on Nick's shoulder and the other on his hip, sliding his tool back inside as the hungry bottom let out a long sigh.
He'd have to deal with Kevin - his big brother had made it apparent that he didn't like the idea that numerous videos of Nick getting fucked were floating around, worried that one of them might show up on the Internet one day. Nick grinned a little. `I'll let him know...and make it up to him,' he thought, knowing exactly how to calm Kevin down.
Focusing on the present, he decided that if Rafael wanted to make a video, he'd put on a good show. Nick's back arched as he spread his legs even further, sticking his ass up into the air. "Fuck yeah, fuck my ass."
Rafael's left hand slid down Nick's side, both hands now at the singer's hips to hold him steady as Rafael began to pummel his rear. "Like that?"
"Harder. Fuck me with that stud cock." He groaned as the party host picked up the tempo, his man meat battering Nick's guts. "I'm fucking jealous...ohhhhh...I bet Ronen gets this on the regular, doesn't he?" Nick looked over his shoulder, catching Rafael's wicked grin at the reference to his `9-1-1 Lone Star' co-star.
"Almost every day. We toss a coin to see who's fucking who."
"Damn - that's hot. That's fucking hot."
"Want to come...mmmmmm....visit the set?"
"Come...or cum?"
"Both." Rafael growled as he continued the fierce fucking. Having busted his nut in a few guys already that evening, he wasn't worried about getting off too quickly, allowing him to really go at it, tearing up Nick's insides. The Jonas brother's plaintive moans just egged him on, especially whenever Nick wiggled his hips backward, screwing himself against Rafael's fuck stick.
"We'll go back and forth, taking turns on you."
"Fuuuck."
"Or just go at once. You like a little spit-roasting action, don't you?"
"Fuuuuuuuuck."
"Hell, some of the other guys might want a go at this too." He slapped Nick's ass as he kept pounding it. "Maybe put you in some orange coveralls, sneak back on set. Have a little prison gangbang on your ass."
"FUUUUUUCCKKKK!!!!!" Nick pictured it, the coveralls torn open or piled around his ankles, a line of guys in cop uniforms lined up, taking turns at his throat or ass, plugging him from both ends. His eyes went wide as he began cumming, his cock bouncing around on its own as his hands clenched at the wall, Rafael's fingers digging into his hips. Nick's jizz splattered everywhere - on his stomach, the shelves, his legs, the floor, as his dick flopped up and down with Rafael's thrusts.
"Yeah, that's...what you...want...isn't it...?" The sound of skin clapping against skin punctuated Rafael's words as he fucked Nick at an increasingly frenzied pace. "God damn...Lone Star...orgy...tearing up...your...hole..." His hands slid back up Nick's back, gripping the other man's shoulders as he rammed in, again and again, harder and harder. "You can stay...in my trailer...I'll fuck you...between scenes...all...daaaamn...daaaay...fuuuuUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!" Rafael gritted his teeth as his balls pulled up and exploded, depositing his seed inside Nick's rear alongside the four other loads that had bred him that evening.
Silva's nostrils flared with heavy breathing as his body struggled to recover, blinking hard as his pulse slowly returned to a normal speed. His cock slid out - reaching over, he grabbed the camera and flipped it to the rear camera. His other hand spread Nick's cheeks, the abused hole puffy and dark pink, a small amount of cum trickling out. Rafael pressed the tip of his finger to Nick's entrance, purring as the movement caused more cum to spill out.
"Fuck, buddy. You're getting filled up tonight."
"Not full yet though." Nick looked back, a big crooked smile on his face.
Silva stood, his lips meeting Nick's, their tongues wrestling for a moment. Letting out a deep happy sigh, Rafael knelt down and pulled Nick's underwear up, sliding the black boxer-briefs back into place, patting his friend's rump approvingly.
"Happy hunting. I'll message you about that set tour." Dropping his phone back into his pocket, Rafael opened the door as the two returned to the party empty-handed, forgetting the pretense of heading to the shed to bring back supplies.
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"Cool, dude - I've always wanted to try this." Ross grinned eagerly as he pointed his cock between Shawn's legs.
Shawn chuckled, feeling his body weight rock against his shoulders as Ross finished arranging his legs and settled into position. He'd been amused as Ross described his favorite position from porn videos - the bottom upside down, resting on their shoulders with their legs spread wide in the air, with the top drilling down into their hole. Since he hadn't tried it before either, Mendes decided to go along with Ross's fantasy.
Looking up, he saw Lynch lick his lips eagerly as his one palm slid up and down the inside of Shawn's thigh.
"Ready?"
Mendes winked. "Alwa-aaaaaaaaaaaays!" His voice went up in pitch as Ross rammed in with one thrust, both men grunting.
"You good?"
"Uh...uh huh...fuck..." Shawn's eyelids fluttered as he struggled to make words. Ross' position had his dick angled just right to run over the Canadian's prostate with each thrust...and those hips were moving with some nice force. Ross had a cocky grin as he used his grip to spread Shawn's legs apart as far as they would go, getting every last bit of his rod inside the singer's guts. The grin grew wider as Shawn's eyes rolled back in his head, biting that sexy lower lip as he moaned, unable to make coherent words.
"You seem good."
"I...uh...mmmm...yeah..."
"Real good." Ross' forehead furrowed as began putting even more power into his thrusts, wiggling his hips in a circle as he drilled up and down. On either side, he could see Shawn's toes spreading and curling as he cooed with delight below.
Shawn's face and neck glistened with drops of precum, driven out of his balls and splashing down. Licking his lips, he savored the taste, squeezing his hole around Ross' shaft, egging him on.
It worked. Lynch wrapped Shawn's legs around his waist, feeling the brunette's heels dig into his backside, locking him in place. Taking hold of Shawn's waist, Ross grunted again as he began power-thrusting - his hips moving with less distance but more speed.
"I...fuck...I...fuuuuuck...Iiiiii...fuuuuuuuuck..." Shawn growled, frustrated that he was having difficulty speaking, his brain going hazy. If Ross' cock had been running over his g-spot before, it was ramming it now, each thrust smashing into that hot button in his guts, sending a warm glow through his body. "...I...fuck...think this is...oh godddddd...my new fave...fuuuuuck."
"Yeah, mine too. Gonna have to try this out again." Ross' nostrils flared with heavy breathing as he picked up the pace even more, rabbit humping into Shawn's ass.
"Holy...fuck...fuuucking helllllllll!!!!!!" Shawn's mouth opened wide as he screamed in ecstasy, going over the edge and blasting a load. His cock spasmed in the air, shooting ropes of cum down over his upper body, making loud wet sounds as it splattered across his chest, neck, and face. Halfway through, he felt Ross' hand wrap around his shaft and gently pump it...and point it, aiming for Shawn's open mouth with a fair amount of success. The taste of cum, even his own, sent Mendes into overdrive, wriggling his hips back and forth to meet Lynch's thrusts. He gave up on making any words and just kept repeating the word "fuck" over and over again, pulling with his feet and squeezing his glutes, eager for Ross' load.
"I'm going to..."
"Yeah. Fuck yeah!"
"...fuck...going to...ahhhh!!!!!!" It was Ross' turn to cry out. His cock throbbed twice, buried balls deep, before he pulled back and left just the head inside, watching his shaft twitch as he deposited more of his juices into Shawn's tunnel. Sensing he was halfway through busting his nut, Ross pulled out and began jerking his tool, shooting the rest of his cum down to join Shawn's.
Mendes moaned as he felt the hot fluid splashing onto his face, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. When the shots finally subsided, he closed his mouth and licked his lip, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
Shawn's back finally met the mattress again as Ross gently released the grip on his hips, lowering his own body down to cover the eager bottom's torso. He slid one finger across Shawn's cheek, scooping his juices along and pushing the cum-covered digit in between Shawn's lips, watching as they closed around his finger and suckled on it before opening again for another taste.
When most of Ross' cum had been wiped from Shawn's face, disappearing down his throat, the Disney actor leaned down, their lips meeting with a kiss.
Breaking away, he rolled off of Shawn and onto his back on the bed, letting out a heavy breath. "Fuuuuck."
"Again? Already? Hell yeah!" Shawn giggled as he lifted himself up and straddled Ross' body, bouncing up and down.
"Fuck, I wish. Gonna need to recharge after that. My balls actually hurt from that one. Mmmmm..." He smiled as he felt Shawn reach back and massage his nuts. "That's nice." Closing his eyes, he let out a contented sigh, enjoying the afterglow and Shawn's fingers as they continued moving in small circles on his sack, gently working the spent orbs inside.
It took awhile to get dressed again this time - Ross really enjoyed kissing and kept diving in to savor Shawn's lips and tongue while trying to get their costumes back on. Shawn made a mental note to compare notes with Nick - there had to be some good stories there. With a satisfied little purr, Shawn adjusted his underwear and returned to the party, feeling a little strut in his walk as his hole continued singing Ross' praises with each step.
A hand swatted his rear, paired with a grin from Lynch. "See ya around." Winking, Ross sauntered away.
An arm swung across Shawn's shoulders, pulling him into a sideways hug.
"Welllllllll...you look..." Nick's eyes scanned Shawn's face, looking for the right word. "...pleased."
"Mmm. `Pleasured' would be a better word. And you..." Shawn leaned back, getting a good look at Nick's features. "...look damp." Reaching forward, he wiped a sheen of sweat from Nick's brow.
"Was giving our thanks to the host."
"Rafael?"
"Mmmhmmm."
"Lots to be thankful for there."
"MMMMhmmm." Nick winked, grinning. The duo grabbed some water and relaxed on the couch, filling each other in on their evening's exploits.
"So, Lil Nas X, eh? What'd you think?"
"Nice. Really nice. Would 10/10 recommend."
"Ha! He's really good. Mmm." Shawn's eyes looked off in the distance, happily remembering his own encounters with the rapper.
"You two?"
"Yep."
"You'll have to tell me about that one."
"Some other time." Shawn's eyes scanned the room from left to right, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Looking over at Nick, he waggled his eyebrows mischievously before returning his attention to the room. "Let's find our next...conquest. Something really nice."
"Go in on him together?"
"Absolutely." The pair gave each other a high-five. "The more the...holy hotness, `Batman'...I think I found him."
Nick closed his eyes, shaking his head with pretended pain at the pun. "Look here, `Boy Wonder', we need to have a talk about...fuuuck me." Nick blinked and grinned, his eyes catching what Shawn had fixated his attention on.
"And me."
"Together."
Shawn rose up, tugging Nick's hand to bring his friend up to his feet as well. "Wonder Twin powers activate."
"Dude...that's..." Nick shook his head again, laughing and rolling his eyes as Shawn began moving across the room like a shark focused on its next meal, pulling Nick by the hand. Reaching his target, Shawn tapped the other man on his shoulder, his smile beaming ear to ear.
"Is that kryptonite in your pocket...or are you just happy to be here?"
"It might be both." Matthew Morrison, decked out in a Superman costume, turned to face Nick and Shawn, a grin stretching one half of his mouth. Winking, he pointed at Nick's harness. "Nice upgrade - pairs nicely with the utility belt." His eyes drifted down to the strap of leather around Nick's waist, lingering on the bulge in the black boxer-briefs before slowly making his way up Nick's torso and back to his face, raising one eyebrow in a silent question. Shawn's jest stuck in his mind, which turned to thoughts of Nick's sex videos that Darren Criss had shown him...especially the gang bang on the set of `Midway'. Matthew might be dressed like Superman, but he knew that the rod in his pants was Nick's weakness.
"And the Boy Wonder." Morrison turned his attention to Mendes, taking time to appraise the costume...and appreciating how little of it there was. Not that his own outfit was concealing much - he'd passed on the traditional Superman costume. Instead, he'd put on a blue Superman logo t-shirt with an attached cape, a pair of red square-cut trunks with the familiar gold S-logo on the front, and a pair of red high top sneakers with gold laces. As his eyes came back up to meet Shawn's, he smiled. "Cute - did you two plan this?"
"No. Happy coincidence." Shawn chuckled before taking a drink of his water. He purposefully let a small amount miss his mouth, watching as Matthew's eyes followed the trickle of water as it made its way down Shawn's body. Glancing down, Mendes noticed that the pouch of Matthew's underwear was making the other man's interest apparent.
"Shawn, you goofball." Nick gently elbowed Shawn in the ribs as he gestured towards Matthew's waist. "He doesn't have any pockets."
"Ohhh." Grinning, Shawn fixed his gaze on Morrison's crotch. "You're right. My bad. Guess I didn't see correctly."
"Doesn't Superman usually have a belt?" Nick's finger trailed across the top edge of the waistband of Matthew's underwear.
"It's with my other suit." Enjoying the feeling of Nick's fingertip brushing back and forth on his skin, Morrison reached out and rubbed his own finger along the side of Nick's harness straps. "Maybe I can just borrow one of these. Wrap it around my waist."
"Or maybe you can wrap something else around your waist." Nick moved in a little closer, taking Matthew's hand and placing it on the outside of his thigh. Morrison felt Nick's large leg muscles flex, driving home his message.
It was Shawn's turn to take a small step forward, bringing the three men into a tight circle as his eyes darted down and back up again. "Holy alphabet - Superman, that's supposed to be an S, right?" Winking, he pointed down at Morrison's crotch, which was bulging out, stretching the red cotton fabric.
"It is..."
Shawn's finger reached down and lightly traced the elongated gold S-shape, pressing down against the firm mound. "Looks more like a question mark right now. Hey, Batman - should we help Superman fix his outfit?"
"Robin, I think that'd be a great idea." Nick's grin grew larger as he locked eyes with Matthew again. "We like to serve those in need."
Morrison leaned forward, his lips brushing against Nick's ear...and making sure that his voice was loud enough that Mendes could hear as well. "I've definitely got a need that you can serve, Batman. Robin too."
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"Holy tongue action." Matthew's throat let out a happy rumble as he stood in the bedroom, watching "Batman" and "Robin" on their knees as they tongued the S-shaped logo on the front of his underwear. Well, what would normally be an S-shape but now was a long curvy line since the pouch was stretched out. Underneath the red cotton fabric, his manhood was throbbing and yearning to break free. The happy rumble turned into a surprised grunt as Shawn bit down at the end of the tented pouch, lightly nibbling the tip of Morrison's cock.
"Get your own catch phrases, `Supes'." Winking, he opened his mouth a little and took the end of the bulge into his mouth, suckling as he continued looking up.
Matthew's fingers ran through the waves of Shawn's hair. "You shouldn't talk with your mouth full, Boy Wonder."
"My mouth..." Shawn sucked on the cloth-covered knob again. "...isn't full."
Nick's hand reached up and pulled down the front of the briefs, freeing Matthew's member. Taking the cue, the Glee actor pulled Shawn's head forward, burying his dick in the singer's mouth. "It is now." Shawn let out a moan as he began working the expanding meat stick, his cheeks pulling in as his mouth worked on a hard sucking action. "Holy hot throat..." Matthew groaned as he felt his cock go down the back of Shawn's mouth...a mouth which vibrated around his staff as Shawn tried to jokingly protest about the use of his character's signature lines.
Meanwhile, Nick was busy lapping his tongue around the large set of balls, enjoying both the hefty size and the fuzzy texture as his tongue and lips worked the pair of nuts. His hole twitched happily at the idea of how much cum might be stored in such a large sack. A hand palmed the back of his head and gently pushed, quietly guiding the Jonas brother's face up along the hot shaft until his mouth met Shawn's. He didn't need words to understand what Shawn had in mind - his mouth met his friend's as they both looked up, making out at the end of Morrison's cock.
Placing his palm on the back of both men's heads, Morrison held them in place as he slowly pistoned his hips back and forth, his seven and a half rock-hard inches sliding along their lips and tongues. The duo began a subtle competition, moaning as they slathered over his pole, each guy putting on a little show.
Rocking back, Matthew tilted his hips slightly to the left and pressed forward again - the movement aligned his cock with Nick's lips and penetrated them, driving into a mouth that eagerly slurped on his length. Matthew's other hand nudged Mendes downward, silently urging the Canadian to give his large nuts a bit of attention. After enjoying Nick's oral skills for a few minutes, Matthew pulled back again as he lifted Shawn's face - once again he tilted his hips, this time so that he could switch over to Shawn's mouth while Nick's tongue returned to the pair of big furry balls. Matthew groaned with pleasure again as he watched Shawn's cheeks pull inward, swearing that the guy's mouth had more suction power than a vacuum cleaner.
With the next switch, Nick was ready, wanting to one-up Shawn. As soon as the tip of Matthew's dick was in his mouth, he took hold of Morrison's hip and used it as a grip to pull his own face down the shaft, not stopping until his mouth was pressed into the flesh of the other man's groin. Morrison's eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned, feeling Nick use his throat muscles to massage his cock. Fingers curling in Nick's hair, he pinned the singer's face in place as he ground against it. Nick's face turned a light shade of pink as his lungs began to desire another breath of air - instead, he dug his fingers into Matthew's hip to hold himself in place as the other man gently bucked farther into his mouth. The shade of pink became darker and then red, tears streaming from Nick's eyes as he struggled against the urge for oxygen. He finally had to give up, pulling back and coughing, his chest heaving as he sucked in deep breaths.
As Nick recovered, Matthew turned his attention to Shawn, one eyebrow raised in a silent question, asking how Shawn planned to top Nick's move. Grinning, Mendes took hold of Morrison's dick and slowly sank his lips down its length. It took him longer than Nick - as experienced and good as he was at sucking dick, he hadn't mastered the art of hoovering cock like his friend. After a minute, he'd finally worked the full rod down his throat as well. Looking up, Shawn opened his mouth wide, allowing another quarter inch of meat inside...as he stuck out his tongue and began lapping at Morrison's right nut. A few moments of teasing and he opened his mouth even wider, using his tongue and bottom lip to pull in the large testicle, wedging it into his mouth as well. His cheeks pulled in again as he began sucking on Morrison's cock and nut at the same time, earning a loud groan of pleasure.
Nick's attention to Matthew's left nut caused the other one to pull out of Shawn's mouth. Pouting, Mendes worked it back in, somehow smiling around the ample amount of man flesh as he worked them both inside again. He growled in feigned frustration as Nick's nibbling on Matthew's sack caused it to dislodge from his mouth again. Nick pulled down the tip of his finger on Shawn's lower lip, gently pushing the right nut back inside. His grin became wicked as his finger tucked into the corner of his friend's mouth and tugged it open, creating a gap just big enough for him to work the second nut inside as well. Nick managed not to giggle at the sight of Shawn's cheeks pushing out, looking like a squirrel with his mouth full of nuts. Morrison wrapped both hands around Shawn's head and wriggled his hips, enjoying the sensation of having his entire crotch being sucked on at once. It was Mendes' turn to pull off, massaging his stretched-out jaw, a shiny thick string of spit dangling from the tip of Morrison's member to his lower lip.
"Fuuuck." Matthew moaned again as the pair dove forward, attacking his rod with their mouths, their tongues lashing back and forth, putting on their best "horny slut" show. "Guys...I'm...guys..." He panted, trying to stave off the inevitable. Shawn winked as he squeezed the veiny shaft, releasing a large drop of precum. Catching it with the tip of his tongue, Shawn kept his tongue sticking out as he turned to Nick and ran it across his friend's lips, coating it with Morrison's juices before pulling the hard rod to their lips as they kissed. It was too much - letting out a huge moan, Matthew gripped their scalps as his cock spasmed between the two studs, blasting their lips with thick creamy cum. Both men moaned as they worked to catch his load, sharing it as they continued making out, their tongues sliding over the head of his cock and into each other's mouths. As the last shots fired and his cock began to soften, Morrison watched as Nick caught the head between his lips and sucked on it, pulling out the last drops. Now it was his turn to stick his tongue out, white pearls on top of it, as he swiped it across Shawn's lips before descending into another makeout session.
Suddenly, Shawn was on his feet, his mouth against Matthew's as he took a step forward, causing the other man to step backward, towards the bed. "You don't bring Superman to bed for just a blowjob." He growled lightly as he nibbled on the stubbled jawline before pushing Morrison back onto the mattress. Nick and Shawn both crawled on top of him, the pair putting their mouths to work on his chest, sucking on his nipples at the same time.
"Awww, fuuuuck."
"Hey, that's exactly what we had in mind." Nick winked as his lips latched back onto the pert nub, rolling his tongue against it. The continued moving south, spreading Morrison's legs so that they both had room to lay down and lap at his heavy nutsack again.
He watched as Shawn whispered something into Nick's ear, causing the Jonas brother to grin again. Rolling off of the bed, Shawn rummaged through the nightstand, finding what he wanted and closing the drawer. A leather strap, discarded earlier in the night, found its way wrapped around his balls and shaft again, as he snapped the cock ring into place.
"Time for a show. I think it'll wake little Superman up again."
"LIttle?" Morrison cocked an eyebrow, trying to fake a menacing look which failed as he started laughing.
"Not little." Shawn trailed a finger down Matthew's chest, enjoying the feel of the trimmed hair covering the pecs. "If it was little, would we be so eager for a ride?"
"I don't know. Would you?"
Shawn straddled Matthew's chest, his hard dick bobbing in front of the other man's face. Wiggling his hips, he smiled as he watched the older man work to catch it with his mouth. "That's it...get it nice and wet. Niiiiice and wet for Nick's hole." He felt a moan vibrate around his rod. "Yeah? You want to watch me fuck Robin, don't you?" Matthew nodded, his mouth still full of manmeat. "I'll warm him up for you. I know he's looking forward to this." Leaning back, Shawn slid his hand down Morrison's torso until he found his cock, massaging the soft member in his grip, knowing it wouldn't stay deflated for long. He pulled free, a wet plop sound as his dick escaped Morrison's mouth. Crawling backward, he planted kisses down his friend's spine until he was settled in behind Nick. Normally he'd lube up but his cock was coated in spit and he knew that Nick's guts were already slick with cum.
He eased in, working at a slow tempo as began fucking Nick, keeping his eyes locked onto Morrison's. Each time he bottomed out, Mendes bumped his hips, causing Nick's body to rock forward. The pair moaned, one after the other - they'd been in enough threesomes, foursomes, and orgies with each other, knowing exactly how to play off one another to get another guy worked up. Or guys. They both agreed on the idea of "the more the merrier".
Nick worked at the large nut sack, feeling Morrison slowly shift below as he enjoyed Nick's efforts. A gleam of mischief lit up Nick's eyes. An absolute bottom, he didn't normally pay much attention to other guy's backdoors. But...he knew Shawn liked to be eaten out. Fuck that - the Canadian crooner loved to be eaten out. The more you punched his hole with your tongue, the higher the pitch of his moans got...and then he'd drill the living fuck out of Nick's ass. Liam loved it too and had been giving Nick lessons on the finer skills of rimming. Nick smiled fondly at the reward system the Australian had cooked up - the better Nick ate out his ass, the... A happy shiver went down his spine, his toes curling as he recalled the last `lesson'.
Nick dropped his face a couple of inches as he ran his tongue down the strip of flesh between Morrison's legs.
"Ohhhhhhhh..." Matthew's eyelids fluttered a little as he licked his lips.
"Oooh. I think he liked that." Shawn rubbed Nick's rear end encouragingly. He watched as Nick's head tilted left and right, up and down, working the furry taint.
"Oh fuck. Fuuuuuck." Morrison dug his fingers into the sheets as his thighs flexed with pleasure. Nick wasn't just licking - he was nibbling and sucking.
"I think you found his kryptonite."
"Not yet." The words were barely understandable, muffled as Nick refused to pull his lips away from Morrison's skin. His biceps bunched as he took hold of the man's hairy thighs and pushed them up, exposing histarget.
"Oh FUUUUUUCK!" Matthew threw his head back into the pillow as Nick began feasting on his hole. No licking, no teasing...an all-out oral assault on his entrance. "FUCK! FUUUUUUCK! OHHHHHH FUUUUUCK!" Nick's back wiggled as he put his entire upper body into the rimming effort.
"Jesus, Nick. When did you learn...oh fuck." Shawn's question was cut off as Nick started bucking his hips, riding Shawn's hard cock while still bent over in a doggystyle position. His entire body moved like a work of art in two different directions - gyrating in a spiral motion up top to get at Morrison's hole and bucking like a wave from the hips down to take Mendes' dick.
"God daaaaaaaamn." Shawn ran his palms up and down Nick's lower back. "Remind me to thank Liam. Fuuuuuuuck, man."
"Actually, you'll have to thank Maluma." Nick looked over his shoulder with a big smile, fondly remembering the `dance lessons' that the Colombian hunk had taught him. "Although I have been practicing with Liam." Winking, he ground his ass back against his friend again.
"By the way...he's ready." Nick pulled away and upright, wiping spit from his chin with his thumb. Looking over Nick's shoulder, Shawn saw that Morrison's cock was rock hard and pumping precum, ready for action.
"He's not the only one, by the...mmmmmm..." Shawn moaned again as NIck squeezed the muscles of his ass, causing it to hug Shawn's member. "...feel of it. Damn, dude." A hand appreciatively caressed Nick's rump before tugging at his hip. Mendes maneuvered his friend so that he was still on all fours but now head-down and ass-up. After settling into the same position to Nick's right, Shawn looked up at Morrison, watching as another bead of precum trickled down his nicely-hung length. He beckoned silently by raising one eyebrow and wiggling his hips.
Getting the message, Matthew slid off of the bed, wearing nothing but a hard-on and a big smile. Placing one hand on each of the younger guy's asses, he murmured a low sound of approval. Patting their rears, one at a time he let out a little sing-song tune. "Eeeny, meeny, miney..."
"Oh." Shawn made the noise as a reflex when two fingers slid into his hole.
Taking hold of his own cock, Matthew lined it up and pressed the tip at Shawn's entrance. "Catch a Mendes by his..."
"Ohhhhh." Both of the singing studs let out a moan in unison - Shawn as a hard dick pierced his ass and Nick as two fingers pushed inside his rear. Grinning and closing his eyes to savor the moment, Morrison slowly sank all the way inside, sighing at the tight velvet grip of Shawn's tunnel around his member. As he began slowly pumping his hips back and forth, he made sure to keep working his left arm, playing at Nick's hole and prostate.
After a few minutes, Morrison withdrew his rod, noticing that it shone with wetness in the lamp light. He tilted his head for a moment, trying to remember using lube. His lips parted in surprise and then curled into a grin as he realized that it was natural lube, from the loads Mendes had been catching all night. The thought caused his already-rock hard dick to throb. Looking over at Nick, Morrison thought about reputation as a cockhound, causing his cock to throb and jerk again as he wondered whose cum might be lining the Jonas brother's guts.
With a soft groan, he pushed into the other bottom until his balls were pressed against Nick's rear. He let out another groan, much louder this time, as Nick treated him to the hip moves he'd shown off earlier with Shawn. Morrison began thrusting, noting the slight differences in the two men's asses and the way they took a dick. He went back and forth, comparing the two as he slid his cock into one singer and then the other, taking turns on their holes. Matthew decided that Nick was definitely the more active bottom, moving back to meet the top's thrusts with the occasional grinding action. Shawn was more receptive, spreading his legs wide and sticking his ass up into the air, making soft cooing noises as he let Matthew pummel his rear. As for their insides...Shawn kept squeezing his ass, massaging Morrison's rod as it dove in and out. Meanwhile, it seemed as if Nick's tunnel was tighter, making it feel like Matthew was spreading open his guts for the first time with each inward thrust.
As Morrison pulled out once more to return to Nick's ass, Shawn chuckled silently to himself, remembering why he preferred one-on-one action to threesomes...he didn't like the delayed gratification that came with sharing. If he was going to fuck more than one guy, he'd rather go for an orgy - the tangle of multiple bodies meant that something was bound to be going into his mouth or hole at any given moment...or that he'd be sticking it to someone. Matthew might be talented with those fingers but they were a poor substitution for a nice hard cock drilling his guts.
Letting out a little growl, he turned and swung one leg over Nick's torso, moving into a 69 position as he plunged his dick down Nick's throat at the same time that he devoured his friend's member. As he bobbed his head up and down, savoring the taste of man meat again, he watched Morrison's length slide in and out of Nick's rear, just inches away. He kept sucking, his eyes locked on the sight, as if hypnotized. In fact, he didn't realize that he was moving his hips in time with Morrison's thrusts, both men moving in sync as they penetrated Nick from either end.
He moaned as he felt Morrison's hand on the back of his head, guiding Shawn up and down Nick's pole.
The Glee actor pulled out and pushed his hips forward, wagging his hard prick in Shawn's face. It glistened, covered in the juices of the men who had fucked Nick that evening. Licking his lips, Shawn let Nick's tool fall from his lips as he leaned forward and took Matthew's meat down his throat. The palm on the back of his head kept its grip, holding him in place as Morrison thrusted down Shawn's gullet. The sight of the toned stud standing above him, the taste of Matthew's dick, and the musky scent of man-sex all drove Shawn wild. He began sucking with a vengeance as the intensity of his thrusts increased, drilling Nick's head against the mattress.
Suddenly Morrison's rod pulled out, quickly re-entering Nick's hole. Growling with frustration, Shawn rolled over and away, leaving the bed. Morrison's eyes followed him, eyebrows furrowed with confusion, wondering if he'd irritated the Canadian cutie. Shawn disappeared behind him...and suddenly a pair of hands spread Morrison's rear, a tongue diving into his hole, causing him to howl with pleasure. Shawn copied Nick's efforts, feasting on the furry hole, driving the older man wild. When Matthew began bucking his hips backward towards Shawn's mouth, Mendes knew he had the hunk right where he wanted him.
Standing up, he bumped Morrison's feet apart, spreading his legs. Taking hold of the slim hips, he pierced the other man's hole, sliding in with one stroke. Morrison howled again, this time a little bit of pain mixed with the pleasure. His insides burned as Shawn began pounding him, driving his body against Nick's, Shawn's thrusts powering through Morrison's body and into Nick.
"Hey Supes, found your kryptonite." Morrison moaned as Shawn's words rasped at his ear. The sound of skin smacking into skin filled the room as Mendes' thrusts got faster and harder. Somewhere below, Nick was letting out a series of happy little moans.
Even though he'd already gotten off recently, it didn't take long before Morrison felt his balls boiling again. Being in the middle of a Shawn / Nick sandwich was just too much, with Nick's hole milking his cock and Shawn ramming him from behind. The cherry on top was Nick making needy sounds of pleasure, his fingers playing at Matthew's chest and raking against his skin. Morrison let out a loud cry as his cock quaked deep inside Nick, letting loose another load to join the others that the younger man had collected that evening. In the corner of his eye, he saw Nick's toes curl as the happy bottom hissed the word "yesssssss", loving the feeling of catching another load.
Matthew's breath came out in hitches as his dick fired shot after shot, until he was spent once more, his body curling down against Nick's. The pair made out for a moment, until Shawn took charge of the situation once more.
"Well that's not fair." Out of sight behind Matthew, the amusement and mischief in Shawn's voice were apparent, bringing a chuckle out of the man in the middle. "Nick didn't get off yet."
"Yet." Morrison said the word firmly while looking over his shoulder, wondering what Shawn had in mind.
"We should fix that." Mendes' grin grew wider, liking that their current fuck buddy seemed to have a good sense of humor.
"Oh, absolutely. It's only fair."
"Nick, get up on the bed. Kneeling, facing this way." Shawn tilted his head towards a spot a couple of feet away from the edge of the mattress and watched as Nick got into position. Taking a step forward, Shawn made his way towards Nick, his manhood still buried inside Matthew's rear as they moved together. As Matthew's face got closer to Nick's crotch, Shawn slid a hand up the man's backside, all the way up to the back of his head...and then pushed down, so that Morrison swallowed Nick's thick member.
Shawn smiled as Morrison's demeanor changed - the cocky and playful top had been replaced with a hungry submissive bottom, just wanting to be used for another man's pleasure. Mendes knew the feeling all too well - he'd embraced it himself a long time ago, loving the idea of helping a man get off and being rewarded with his juices. The world knew that John Mayer was Shawn's musical mentor. Behind the scenes, Mayer had also introduced him to the beautiful wonders of man-on-man sex and how to please a guy. Hell, he'd even gotten Shawn a t-shirt for his 18th birthday that read "I'm Just a Hole". Shawn had worn it to a party that night...and proven the motto correct, taking dick after dick, until his hole was leaking one load while he worked on taking yet another. He'd tried keeping count but lost track somewhere around the 30th guy firing his seed down his throat or up his ass.
Nick... Shawn shook his head and chuckled to himself. The little fucker had a million and one sex tapes floating around, getting banged left and right by the studs of Hollywood and the music industry. But somehow, the Jonas brother managed to avoid crossing the line over to "devoted slut". If Shawn had to pick a word for his friend, it'd be "cock hound". He loved dick, he pursued it, he couldn't get enough of it...but he wasn't driven with animalistic lustful urges to just fuck like Shawn was.
Reaching down, Shawn unsnapped the cock ring and tossed it to the side, picking up the pace of his thrusts with renewed vigor. Morrison moaned around Nick's thick meat, causing the younger man to moan, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"You close?" Shawn wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Getting there. Fuck." Nick swallowed as he felt the familiar tingle in his loins.
"Hang on...don't...just...yet..." Shawn banged away at Matthew's rear, working himself into a lustful frenzy, racing for the finish line. As he felt it nearing, he pulled out and scurried over to Nick's side, tugging back on Nick's hip to pull the girthy dick out of Matthew's mouth, leaving just the head inside. Mendes gripped his cock and jerked it, keeping the tip pointed near Nick's pole.
"Oh fuck..." Nick sighed, remembering the night they'd shared with Maluma. This had been the Latin singer's finishing move, although the roles were swapped. It had been Maluma beating his meat towards Shawn's cock, with Nick on his hands and knees.
"Fuck. Fuuuuck. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" Shawn's cock erupted, blasting a load along Nick's tool, coating the shaft in cum. Normally releasing a thick load, Mendes had gotten off so much that evening that his juices were beginning to run out. Still, he was able to leave a sizable amount of jizz up and down Nick's dick...which then slid back into Morrison's mouth. Shawn kept applying pressure on the small of Nick's back until his friend was balls deep inside the stubble-covered cheeks. Matthew moaned loudly, almost like he might cum yet again, as he greedily swallowed Shawn's seed...and a moment later, kept swallowing as Nick went over the edge, releasing his load down Morrison's throat. He held the other man's head between his hands, fingers disappearing in the brown curls as he bucked his hips, firing until his balls were finished unloading.
All three men collapsed to the mattress, a tangle of arms and legs, bodies drenched in sweat as they worked to catch their breath. As their heart rates quieted, they drew together in a little cuddle pile, nuzzling and lightly kissing one another, enjoying the afterglow of their sexual tryst.
~ ~ ~ ~
"There you go - all fixed up." Shawn finished tucking Morrison's ample cock back into the pouch of his briefs, straightening up the waistband and patting the bulge with a satisfied smile.
"You're friends with Darren Criss, right?" Nick had his arms crossed across his chest, still naked just as Shawn was.
"Yeah. You too?" Matthew raised one eyebrow, curious.
"Yep. We should all get together and hang out sometime." Nick grinned, scratching his bicep.
"Right. `Hang out.' Nick..." Shawn shook his head, laughing.
"What? It'd be fun. A guys night out."
"Dude, the only thing hanging out would be your ankles over their shoulders." Shawn's amused chuckle got louder as Nick blushed.
"Hey, I'm okay with that." The pair looked over to find Matthew grinning ear to ear.
"Well just make sure I get invited too." Winking, Shawn pulled Morrison in for a hug. Nick embraced Matthew as well, saying their good-byes and figuring a good time to meet up in the future. Decked out again in his slutty Superman costume, Morrison returned to the party. He doubted he'd be looking for another hook-up that evening - his balls felt completely drained by the two mischievous hotties...but the night was still full of promise.
Back in the bedroom, Nick and Shawn stretched out on the bed, cuddling as they recounted the evening's exploits in more detail now that they had a quiet moment and weren't hunting down another sexual conquest.
"Hey, why didn't Liam come out tonight? This is totally his type of thing."
"He's got some meetings early in the morning, lining up stuff for a new project." Nick yawned, feeling the night's festivities starting to take their toll. He and Shawn had been going at it for a few hours now and his body was starting to call for rest.
"Aww - I was hoping he'd come out to play." Shawn's fingertips grazed over Nick's chest, circling around his nipple before venturing back in between his pecs to mess with the smattering of chest hair.
"You were just hoping he'd come...and cum." Nick rubbed the top of Shawn's head, teasing him.
"And cum and cum again. Your man is packing. Aaaand it seems like he knows what to do with it, based on the video I saw."
"Mmmm..." Nick closed his eyes and stretched, his smile growing larger. "Yeah he does." He opened them to find Shawn looking at him with amusement...and something else. "What?"
"Nothing. It's just adorable. I'm glad you two found each other."
"We're not dating."
"Yet."
Nick rolled his eyes, another yawn escaping as he stretched again. "Ready to call it a night?"
Glancing at the clock, Shawn's eyebrows popped up. "You mean morning?" He chuckled as Nick looked over at the clock and saw the late hour, eyes growing wide with surprise. Elbowing Nick in the ribs, it was Shawn's turn to yawn. "Time flies when you're having fun. But yeah, let's find Rafael and thank him for the invite."
"I think we already thanked him...but I wouldn't mind another trip to the shed." Nick laughed and bounced off the bed as Shawn rolled his eyes again, reaching out to swat Nick and missing.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Mmmmm... babe?" Liam stretched, blinking to see in the dark. The soft sound of footsteps padded closer, followed by the feeling of the mattress shifting as Nick climbed up onto the foot of the bed. In the dim light, Liam recognized Nick...but not his costume. "Thought you went to the party as Batman?"
Nick looked down at himself and then back at the other man with a crooked grin. "Shawn and I switched." He still had the black harness on but now sported green briefs and gloves, the scarlet red shirt tossed over his shoulder. Black face paint masked the area around his eyes, as well as a black `R' logo drawn on his chest, replacing the bat symbol that had washed down the drain as he and Shawn showered before leaving the party. They'd been aided in their scrubbing by Wonho, a kpop singer who'd wandered into their room by accident, allowing Nick and Shawn to share one more conquest at the end of the evening.
"Well, it looks cute." Liam's finger traced the outline of the black `R'. "And I'm sure Shawn looks hot as Batman. Did you guys have fun?" He smiled at the contented look on Nick's face. "Nevermind, that's a yes. How much fun?"
Looking down at his hands, Nick counted off on his fingers, holding them up to display for his lover.
"Daaaaamn. Trick AND treat, sounds like." Liam leaned in for a kiss, turned on by the idea. "I wanna hear all about it in the morning. Shawn's part too - if you guys swapped costumes, sounds like it was a hell of an evening."
Nick's eyes lit up with that mischievous gleam that Liam adored. "You don't want to hear him tell you?"
"I mean, yeah, I guess we could call him in the morning. Ooh - actually, maybe I'll facetime him while you're eating breakfast." Leering, Liam grabbed his crotch, earning a laugh from Nick.
The sound of a floorboard creaking got Liam's attention. He made out a figure standing in the doorway, clad only in black boxer-briefs and with a black bat symbol scrawled on his chest.
"Or...why wait until morning?" Grinning, Liam held out a hand and beckoned the figure over, recognizing Shawn's face as he stepped into the moonlight coming through the windows. "You..." Reaching out, Liam tapped the end of Nick's nose. "...are full of surprises."
"What time is breakfast?" Liam looked down to find Shawn nestled on the bed, laying between the Australian's legs.
"We're actually more of a full service place, so we offer up whatever our guests would like, 24/7." The girthy piece of meat was at half mast, throbbing as it rose in the air towards Shawn's mouth. "It's not polite to talk with your mouth full though, so...mmmmmm..." Liam sighed as Shawn took his manhood in between his lips, sucking gently. "...so Nicky here is going to tell me his part and then you can tell yours."
"What if..." Shawn pulled off, his tongue lapping in long slow strokes up the hardening pole. "...I'm not done...with..." Whatever the rest of the pun was, it was lost as Shawn devoured Liam's cock again.
"Well, we'll just have to find another way to please our guest while he's talking." Winking, Liam closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the pillow, enjoying the feel of Shawn's throat.
A pair of lips met his own in a tender kiss before pulling away. Opening his eyes, he gazed into Nick's warm brown orbs. "Happy Halloween," the smaller man spoke before going in for another peck on the lips.
"Happy Halloween, my little boo." Liam returned the kiss...and then reached down, grabbing a handful of Nick's ass and giving it a good squeeze. Trick..." His other hand palmed Shawn's head. "...and Treat."
The End
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