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-------------------------------------------------------------------- Suckered by a Jonas Brother - "Make Me Proud" Part of the "Nick's First Time" story arc --------------------------------------------------------------------
Author's Note: This first part of this story takes place in Summer 2011 in Los Angeles, California.
Thank you to Patrick for proof-reading and helping to polish the final product. :)
Also thank you to Robert for some ideas that went into this story and Kin for advocating for a Drake story.
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Drake growled, holding the sound as it turned into a lustful moan. He loved the way Nick Jonas would pull on his lower lip, the little twink using his teeth...sometimes nipping at the Canadian's lips, other times lashing along them with his tongue. Grinning, Nick dove back in for another kiss, his tongue pushing into Drake's mouth, eager to taste the stud.
Drake's hands roamed down Nick's back, admiring the way his little fuck buddy had filled out. The time in the gym was showing off. They hadn't seen each other since shortly after New Years. Drake grinned as he remembered the way Nick had dropped to his knees, eyes twinkling with glee as he joked about making the ball drop again. The jokes had ended when Nick had devoured Drake's inches, too polite to speak with his mouth full. Since then, they'd both had busy work schedules and it'd been nearly impossible to meet up.
His hand slid down Nick's spine, massaging the muscles there, his fingers diving under the waistband of Nick's briefs. Drake grazed his fingers along the curves of Nick's ass before using two fingers to spread the smaller man's cheeks, his middle finger gliding down...down...down, until he found what he was looking for.
Nick's body tensed up, letting out a whimper as his hands clenched against Drake's chest. The whimper held on, longer than usual, turning into a hungry gasp as Drake wiggled the tip of his finger against Nick's entrance. Pulling away, Nick rolled his head back, eyelids fluttering as he ground his hips back to meet Drake's hand.
The rapper raised one eyebrow with surprise - this reaction was new. Usually Nick did tense up, but usually from nervousness at the idea of bottoming. The kid could hoover a dick like no one's business but was still uneasy about having man meat burrowing into his hole. Well, at least he had been.
Jonas bit his lower lip, groaning a little as he continued rocking back and forth, almost riding Drake's palm.
"You ready, little man?"
Nick opened his eyes, the brown orbs looking distant as he focused on what was going on below his hips. His eyebrows knitted together, chewing on his bottom lip, the look of hesitation reappearing on his features.
"I, um..."
"It's okay. I told you, take your time."
"No, it's...I..." Nick chewed on the inside of his lips, his shoulders slumping a little bit. "I...um...I did."
"You...did what?" Drake tilted his head, confused.
"I... I, um...I did. Take my time." The words came out rushed, as if the younger man was making a confession.
"I know, we've...oh. Ohhhhhh." Drake tilted his head the other way, mouth hanging slightly open as he puzzled out what Nick was trying to say. "You already..." His finger tapped at Nick's entrance.
"Yeah." The pink hue of Nick's cheeks darkened as his blush intensified. "Sorry." He looked downward, his fingers drawing random shapes on Drake's chest.
"Nick." The American singer swayed a little, still drifting his fingers over his friend's pecs. "Nick." He reached up with his free hand, placing his knuckle under Nick's chin and gently lifting it up. "Buddy...your ass doesn't belong to me."
"I know, but you...and I...and...we were..." Drake had to resist the urge not to chuckle. Jonas was acting like a fiancee who had cheated during their bachelor party.
"We were having fun. But we're not dating, right?"
"Right..."
"Which means, as much as I am looking forward to this..." He dragged his finger up and down Nick's crack again. "...it's not mine to claim."
"I know, but you were..." Nick was cut off as Drake's finger at his chin slid up, pressing against the cute pouty lips, hushing him.
"Just means I don't have to go easy on you." He waggled his eyebrows menacingly...and then he did laugh, as Nick blinked in surprise. He could almost picture the images going through Jonas' mind, wondering what positions the rapper was going to fuck him in...and how hard. Nick's eyes went wide as he swallowed hard.
He rose up off of the couch, lifting Nick with him, appreciating the way that the smaller man's legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. The six-inch difference in height made it easy to cart the younger Jonas brother around as Drake made his way to the bedroom, pulling Nick in for a deep kiss as he slowly crossed the room.
Reaching the bed, Drake lowered Nick down on his back and nuzzled his neck, enjoying the way that the other man squirmed and giggled as the Canadian's stubble scratched at his skin. Lips made their way down Nick's torso, stopping to suck on his nipples for a while, before continuing down. Reaching Jonas' underwear, Drake gripped it with his teeth and pulled, leaving the smaller man fully nude, his hard cock standing up and throbbing.
"So...who was the lucky guy?" A tongue trailed up Nick's upper thigh.
"Um, actually..." Drake grinned, anticipating Nick's next words. "...more like `guys'...mmmm."
"You little slut." The grin grew bigger as he saw Nick blush again. "Names?"
"That'd be...mmmmmMMMMM!" Jonas arched his back as Drake sucked on the area where his inner leg met his crotch. "...ohh, that wouldn't be the gentlemanly thing to do, telling names." Nick grinned before biting down on his lip as Drake launched another oral assault on his groin. His moaning intensified as a finger found his hole and began massaging it, working against the knotted flesh. "But...none of them were as thick as youUUU ohhhh." The tip of Drake's finger nudged inside and swiveled around.
"Fuck being a gentleman. I'm gonna have you moaning like a bitch in heat after I get done eating and pounding this ass."
"Eat??"
Drake paused, looking up at Nick's face. "Little man - has...no one...eaten you out?"
"I don't...what are you talking about?" Nick blinked as Drake's smile grew wide and devilish. "Drake?" He scooted back a couple of inches on the bed. "Big D...? Ah!" He cried out in surprise as he was flipped over. A moment later, Drake was pressed against his back, a hard thick cock rubbing against his leg.
"You..." That sexy mouth kissed Nick's shoulder. "...are in..." Another kiss, this time below his shoulder blade. "...for a treat." That tongue, trailing down his spine...and then kept going, along the rise of Nick's rear end...and then there.
Nick's breath hitched, his mouth wide open as Drake's tongue ran across his hole. The hot, wet fleshy appendage worked back and forth, breaking the pattern with a kiss or nibble every now and then. NIck soon found himself clawing at the sheets, moaning, his legs writhing up and down over the mattress. Without thinking, he'd raised his hips, pushing back against Drake's face, his body craving more of the new sensations that his fuck buddy was creating, waves of pleasure that wracked his body.
"Oh my god...what're you...ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Nick's face rubbed back and forth against the pillow, biting into the cushion, toes curling as Drake stiffened his tongue and punched his way inside Jonas' hole.
And then the tongue was gone. Drake looked up, grinning as he patted Nick's rear. "Names? I'm just curious - don't worry, I'm not going to call them up and demand to know why they got here first. Maybe thank them for opening you up."
"Wha...?"
"I'm kidding. But if you want me to keep going..." A fingertip grazed down the inside of Nick's ass cheek.
Nick shuddered, both from pleasure and frustration. He swallowed before speaking. "Roshon. Roshon Fegan."
"Who?"
"We were in `Camp Rock' together."
"And that was your first?"
"Uh huHHHH!" Nick moaned again as he was rewarded with more licking at his entrance.
"And...?"
"Daniel Fathers...Camp Rock too." Nick kept going, Drake's tongue encouraging him to continue through the list of actors and singers he'd been tangling up in the sheets with. "Channing...Tatum..."
"Ooh, nice one."
"Justin...Timberlake. Matt Lanter. The Rock...Henry Golding...OOHHHHH...and Jake Gyllenhaal."
"Damn, little man. Any others?"
"Uh uh - that's it."
"Well, you definitely got a solid start." Drake dove into Nick's rear, devouring it with even more gusto than before. Within minutes, he had turned Jonas into a quivering mess of hormones, a light sheen of sweat covering his body, wet teeth marks all along the pillow. He crawled up along the bed until his larger body covered Nick's, resting down gently on top of him.
"Ready for something else that's solid?"
Nick groaned as he felt a large solid rod of flesh grind against his backside. "Yesssssss..." Drake grinned as he nuzzled against Nick's neck, enjoying this new, less-hesitant version of his friend.
Still planting small kisses along Nick's neck and shoulder, Drake leaned his body over and reached into the nightstand drawer. His fingers closed around a familiar bottle. His grin grew larger as he pulled himself upright, kneeling as he lubed up his cock, appreciating its length and heft. Grasping the base, he tapped his meat against Nick's ass, noticing that the younger man had spread his legs in anticipation.
Drake shifted his hips, sliding his rod back and forth, slowly greasing up Nick's crack...and if it was also teasing his friend, so be it. It wasn't long before Nick was shifting his hips again, slightly lifting his rear. The amount of dick he'd taken in such a short time had opened him up - literally and figuratively - to the world of being pounded and bred. Nick had quickly discovered that he couldn't get enough of it. He'd find himself eyeing some guy, wondering what he looked like with his clothes off, what their dick might feel like, especially when it was buried inside and twitching, filling him up with their cum. He shook his head, both from lustful frustration at Drake's cock teasing his hole...and at the thought that just a year ago he'd been shaking with nervousness as he'd fooled around with a man for the first time.
"Oh!" Jonas cried out in surprise as broad strong hands grasped his hips and pulled them up. He was resting on his knees, face pressed to the bed. Something thick and hard prodded at his entrance. He let out a long breath, willing himself to relax...and then grunted, baring his teeth as his hole was spread open as the tip of Drake's dick found its way inside. "Fuuuuuck..." Nick gasped as his ass was opened up wider...and then wider...and then even wider. He squeezed his eyes shut, fully realizing just how thick Drake's cock was. He'd taken it easily down his throat...but as he thought about it now, his mouth and throat were wider than his hole.
"Aarghhh..." He groaned, pleasure mixed with pain. For a moment he wondered if Drake had tricked him and was actually using something like a baseball bat - looking down and back, he saw the other man's balls hanging between his legs, no other objects between them...no, it was definitely Drake's dick.
Nick shuddered with relief as the hard cock pulled back...and then let out another moan as it pushed forward again, another inch slowly burrowing its way into his guts. Bit by bit, Drake worked his way in. By the time he'd reached the halfway point, Nick had become accustomed to the hefty girth of his member. The moans the other man was making were now those of pure pleasure, yearning to be filled up even more.
The Canadian looked down, entranced by the sight as he began pumping in and out. Nick had filled out with some more muscle since they'd last hung out together, but his still-narrow frame made Drake's cock look even thicker than it was. He grinned as he thought about Nick's earlier concerns of bottoming - right now, it truly did look like he might split this twunk's ass apart if he pounded it too hard. His hand caressed Nick's lower back as he continued thrusting in and out, two-thirds of his length working into Nick's hole.
"So...Roshon Fegan? Doesn't ring a bell."
"We were in...mmm...Camp Rock movie together."
"Yeah, you said that...but what's this stud look like that got to take your cherry?"
Nick shook his head and chuckled - the description was definitely off. "A little taller than me. Skinny. Funny."
"Ahh - two twinks. That sounds cute." Drake patted Nick's rear, imagining the way his friend's nose probably wrinkled up at being called a twink. "And...David Feathers?"
"Daniel. FaaAAA-ooooh." Nick groaned as the rest of Drake's shaft slid in, finally bottoming out. "Daniel Fathers." He let out a long moan as Drake slowly pulled back - it felt like his insides were being tugged out along with the large piece of man-pipe.
"Another twink?"
"Mmmmm...noooOOH." Nick's head rolled around as Drake pushed all the way back in, his fingers digging into the sheets. "Older guy."
"Ohhhh - you're into daddies now?"
Nick looked back over his shoulder at Drake. "No." The corner of his mouth pulled up in a grin. "I'm into dick." He ground his hips backward, emphasizing his point. The sight of Drake's eyebrows rising in surprise only egged him on, his grin growing wider, his hips moving more forcefully.
"Looks like daddy taught his boy a lesson." He gave another thrust, a little harder this time. Nick grunted as his lower half absorbed the blow. "How'd you wind up with...who was next, Channing? That's a hot catch - proud of you."
"Hung out. He went from dancer to acting, so mmmmmm...was looking for advice."
"Did you get it?"
"Yeah. And more." Jonas pressed his forehead to the mattress and wiggled his hips.
"Timberlake?"
"Same thing. Singer to actor. Oh my god - his dick is so long!" Nick looked over his shoulder again, animated as he described Justin's veiny and long member. He trailed off as he saw Drake's eyebrow rise up.
"Should I be jealous?"
"Naw. He's definitely not as thick as you are." Nick batted his eyes, somehow flirting even with an ass stuffed full of cock. Drake's smile beamed as Nick went on, getting more detailed about his exploits over the last year. His reluctance to kiss-and-tell had faded with each thrust of Drake's hips, spilling the beans about what each guy's dick looked like, felt like, or tasted like. He was amused by Nick's story of how Channing Tatum seduced him while they were comparing dance moves, moving closer together until their crotches were bumping and his hand was squeezing Nick's butt...soon followed by Channing bumping his groin against Nick's rear as he plowed the singer.
Between the hot story details and the way Nick's tight ring squeezed his pole, Drake soon began to feel a familiar stirring in his balls. Letting out a long deep exhale, he slowly pulled out, watching his dick as it bounced in mid-air, glistening with lube.
Nick's hungry whimper disappeared as the bigger man's body covered his own again, flipping the younger man over as their mouths met once more, tongues wrestling amid loud moans. Their hands were everywhere, exploring the familiar landscape of one another's bodies and finding the changes that had taken place as each of them had been hitting the gym. Nick mewled like a kitten, relishing the way that Drake's soft beard tickled his mouth with each kiss, his toes curling against the stud's legs. Slowly, the intensity of their make-out session faded into smooches and nuzzling, affectionately curled up with one another, a tangle of legs as their heart rates slowed down.
Satisfied that they were both backed off from the brink, Drake rolled over so that Nick was on top, giving that cute butt of his a delicious squeeze and enjoying the purring sound Nick made against his chest. "My little tiger's ready for more?"
"Grrrrrr!" Nick looked up, a nipple between his teeth, grinning from ear to ear.
Chuckling, Drake ruffled the cute twunk's curly locks. "I'll take that as a big yes." Placing his palm against Nick's chest, he eased the little stud back so that he was sitting upright, straddling Drake's lap. The rapper lightly pistoned his hips, feeling his rod slide up and down Nick's crack.
"Want to try something new?"
"I've ridden a guy before."
"Ha! You told me...little slut." Drake's big grin gave jest to the taunt. "Daniel Feather's favorite position, right?"
"Fathers. Yeah, he likes getting ridden." Jonas grinned at the delightful memories.
"Cool. Nope, talking about something else." Reaching back into the nightstand drawer, he fumbled around until his fingers found a leather strap. Tugging, he handed the item to Nick and then reached over to close the drawer.
Turning the object around in his hands, Nick blinked as he recognized it. "A...camcorder?"
"Mmmmhmmm."
"I don't know..." Nick bit his lower lip nervously. "What if, um...it got out?"
"It'd be in a safe in my closet. No one's going to see it except me."
"But...why?" The younger man's eyebrows knitted together, wrestling with the idea Drake was proposing. If a sex tape got out, it could damage his career. A gay sex tape? He could kiss both his singing and acting careers good-bye.
"Because we don't get to see each other too often. And I love the way your mouth looks when it's wrapped around my dick." Drake reached up and traced a line around Nick's lips with his fingertip, amused as the other man instinctively opened up and began sucking on the digit. "Yeah, just like that." He pushed in and out, feeding Jonas his finger, his cock throbbing as he recalled the many many blowjobs he'd received from Nick's hungry mouth. "And I'd like to be able to watch you ride my dick. Get home from a long day and stroke one out watching this..." He tapped the recorder with his free hand. "...of that cute little butt of yours taking cock." He ground his hips against Nick's rear to help make his point.
"Little?" Nick jokingly glowered, mumbling the words since he was still sucking on his friend's finger. "I've been doing squats."
"Mmmm. I noticed." Winking, Drake grabbed a handful, squeezing it. "I love that hot little Jon-ass. And it'd be really hot to see it in action whenever I want. Little man, I promise, no one's going to see this tape except us."
Nick suckled the tip of Drake's finger, weighing the idea.
"And..." The Canadian grinned, raising one eyebrow. "...think of it as a way to practice your acting skills."
"Huh?"
"Be my little tiger. Slut out while riding my dick. Do stuff that's gonna make me bust a nut within minutes when I press play."
Nick giggled, his teeth holding onto the tip of Drake's finger. He saw it in his mind, playing out the role of Drake's Little Tiger, behaving like the guys in the porn videos he watched when no one else was around. There was something that felt...free...about the idea. Still chewing on his friend's fingertip, Nick grinned, waggling his eyebrows as he nodded yes.
"Hell yeah." Plucking the camcorder from Nick's hands, Drake flipped the little screen out to the side and zoomed out enough to get his own lower torso and Nick's entire body in frame.
"Ready?" He glanced up from the small video screen to see the corner of Nick's mouth tug upward.
"Yeah."
He pressed the record button. "You want some lube?"
Nodding from the other man. Nick looked into Drake's eyes for a moment and then, remembering the camera, looked directly into the lens. "Uh huh."
"Yeah?" Drake's spare hand reached over and retrieved the small bottle, handing it to Nick. "Why's that?"
He watched as Nick lifted up slightly and scooted away. The result was Drake's hard meat stick standing up in front of Nick. The sound of the plastic cap popping open was loud in the now-quiet room.
Jonas poured the clear fluid into his hand and then reached down, grasping the rigid pole, working his hand up and down to grease it up. "You've got a big dick."
"You've had bigger, haven't you?"
Nick licked his lips before looking back into the camera. "Longer, yes. But you're so thiiiiick, Big D."
Drake's cock visibly jerked as he stifled a moan. Damn, this kid knew how to play into the role. "What's `Big D' stand for, Nick?" His words came out a little raspy.
The little cocky grin grew as NIck shifted forward again. "Depends."
"Oh yeah? Depends on what?"
"Sometimes it's for Big Drake." Nick licked his lips again as he reached back and stroked Drake's dick some more. "Sometimes it's for Big Daddy. But today..."
The words hung in the air as Nick shifted his glance, staring into Drake's eyes. "Today?"
Those dark brown eyes darted back to the lens as Nick lifted himself up. The rapper's thick piece of meat stood up in the air between his legs. "Today `Big D' stands for Big Dick."
Drake swallowed and then cleared his throat. "And what're you going to do with that big dick?"
Nick's smile grew, flashing his teeth. "I'm going to make it disappear...ohhhhhh ooooof." He gasped as his hips moved down and the thick head entered him once more. Jonas tilted his head back and shuddered, one hand grasping at Drake's stomach as he pushed himself down. Inch after thick inch disappeared between his thighs, burrowing into his tight hole.
He stopped halfway down and rose back up, moaning lightly. When just the tip remained inside, he dropped his hips back down - taking the entire rod this time. Nick opened his eyes and sighed with pleasure as his butt settled against Drake's thighs. "How's that feel?"
"Tight. You're so damn tight, my Little Man."
"Yeah?" You like my tight hole?" Nick had a crooked grin as he began moving his hips up and down.
"Fuck yeah. How's that dick feel?"
"Sooooooo thiiiiick. You're stretching out my guts, Big Daddy Drake."
Drake moaned - it was taking a lot of effort to keep hold of the camera. He really just wanted to toss it to the side and rail this kid's ass.
"Good - let's stretch you out. Ride that dick."
"Yes, Big D." Closing his eyes for a moment, Nick slowly began to pick up speed. Soon, he was bouncing up and down, hammering himself on the eight-inch pole. The sound of their moans and Nick's ass slapping against Drake's thighs filled the room. The rapper's free hand caressed Nick's thigh as his other hand gripped the camera.
"It's soooo gooooood." Nick let out a louder groan as he slammed himself down.
"You're so good."
"Uh uh."
"No - my little tiger isn't good?"
"No." Nick batted his eyes at the camera. "I'm a bad little tiger."
"Oh yeah?"
Jonas nodded as he let out a little growl. Picking up Drake's hand, he slid his friend's palm up his own body until Drake's fingers were at his mouth. Parting his lips, Nick took two of them in and began sucking on them hard, letting out another growl as he ground his hips in a circle.
"Fuuuuck, Nick." The sweet little innocent guy he'd flirted with last year was gone. In his place was a hot little stud, eager to hunt down and take dick after years of suppressing his feelings. He watched as Nick's right hand slid down to his forearm, squeezing and massaging it. The other hand dropped to Drake's chest, kneading the muscles there while also supporting Nick's weight as he began riding his friend's cock with a vengeance. Those cute eyebrows furrowed upward, full of hungry need as Nick moaned around the thick digits in his mouth.
"Mmmmmph."
"Don't stop."
"Mmmm mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"
"Fuck yeah - keep going little man. My little tiger. God DAMN!"
Nick's nostrils flared with heavy breath as he bounced up and down. Drake's thumb and pinky finger were pressed against Nick's cheeks, his fingers shoved deep into Nick's mouth as the other man's ass worked to cram the thick shaft in and out of his hole.
A dark blush creeping across Nick's chest and the fingers scrambling at Drake's chest were familiar signs that Nick was reaching the edge. "Don't stop, little man. Take that dick. Take my cum."
"MMmmmMMMMmmmmMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Fuck!" Drake yelled out, partly in pain - it felt like Nick was about to suck his fingers right off of his hand. Mostly it was pleasure though - immense pleasure as he felt that already-tight ring spasm and clench around his shaft. It looked like every muscle of Nick's body tensed up as his cock began firing volley after volley. The first shot smacked into Drake's chin - the rest soon left his chest covered in a shiny coat of jizz. His fingers fell from Nick's mouth as the other man's jaw hung, letting out long plaintive moans.
"UnnnnghhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Nick dove down for a kiss, his sweaty chest rubbing against Drake's cum-drenched pecs. Blindly, Drake fumbled with the camera and flipped the little screen as he set the device onto the nightstand. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he saw that they were both visible from their heads down to Drake's thighs. Grinning, he used both of his now-free hands to squeeze Nick's ass before sliding his palms up and taking hold of the slim hips. He used his grip to hold Nick in place as he began thrusting without abandon, drilling into Nick's guts. The hungry whimpering sounds that Nick was making spurred him on more, pounding harder and harder.
"Don't stop, Big D."
"Fucking hell...I'm not...stopping." The words came out between heavy breaths.
"Don't stop...please don't stop."
"No? You want me to cum in your ass?"
"Uh huh. Breed me. Pleeeeeeeease."
Drake groaned, amazed at the cum-hungry slut his friend had turned into.
"You want my babies, little man?"
"I want them. I want them all." Nick's lips were at his neck, sucking and licking at the hot flesh. "I want to drain your balls with my body. Fill me - "
The last sentence was cut off as Drake roared. "FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He yanked Nick's hips down as he slammed up one last time. Somewhere, he heard Nick yelp at the sharp intrusion...and then moan as he felt the thick rod jerk inside, again and again, as Drake's balls pumped out their heavy load. The moan turned into a purr of delight as Nick nuzzled Drake's neck, clenching the muscles of his ass to milk the big dick. Fuck, someone taught this kid well,' he thought, wondering which of Nick's recent lovers taught him that trick. And who'd taught him the word breed'. And...his mind spun with the new things he wanted to do with this little stud pup.
After what felt like an eternity, his body relaxed as his orgasm crested, leaving them both awash in a happy afterglow, lips and tongues meeting one another's mouth and skin, their hands roaming. Slowly, Drake's ample cock deflated and slid out of Nick, falling between his meaty thighs.
After reaching over to turn off the camera, Drake turned over, taking Nick with him so that they were laying on their sides, still making out. He moaned, loving the way Nick used his teeth to nip and tug at Drake's lower lip, letting out little growling noises, still in tiger mode.
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"What about this one?"
"Mmmph." Nick's eyes lit up, eyebrows and one thumb raising in the air. He was unable to make proper words with his mouth stuff fulled of cock.
"Awesome. And this one?" Drake turned a page, chuckling as Nick nodded his head while still bobbing it up and down. Reaching down, he ruffled Nick's hair, earning a little muffled purr sound. "Look at you, another day of firsts. First rim job. First sex tape. First time looking through the gay kama sutra." Closing the book, Drake set it aside. They'd set a goal to work their way through the entire book, one position at a time. That'd have to wait - right now he was enjoying the warm tight confines of Nick's throat. It wasn't long until he felt his balls pulling up again. Placing a thumb against Nick's forehead, he pushed the smaller man's face up and off of his pole. Grabbing the shaft, he stroked it, still holding Nick's head in place, amused as Nick obediently stuck out his tongue.
"Where do you like it more - down your throat or up your ass?" His toes curled as Nick tilted his head backward. "Breeding, huh? Damn, someone is a quick learner. Don't worry, I'll fuck a couple more loads into you before you leave."
"Just a couple?" The words were hard to make out as Nick left his mouth hanging open.
"A few. Maybe several." The thought of Nick's hungry hole pushed Drake over the edge. He watched as his cock twitched in his grip, spurts of glistening white fluid landing on Nick's tongue. Those cute sexy lips wrapped around the head of his cock and began pulling at it hungrily, swallowing every drop. "Fuck. Gonna have to get this on camera too," he moaned.
Nick looked up at him, eyes hazy with lust as he kept swallowing. When the last drops were gone, he pulled away, licking his lips. "I don't know... One was maybe more than we should have done."
"Aww, but babe. You look so fucking sexy. Let me film it and show you what you look like when you're milking my cock with that cute mouth of yours."
"Maybe. Last thing we need is a pile of tapes sitting around."
"They'll be in the safe. And just a couple. Not a pile. It's not like you're planning on becoming a porn star, right?"
"Hell no!"
"Just a couple of tapes then. I don't think it'll become like a thing. Although that'd be funny - imagine if the other guys filmed you too. My little porn star tiger." He laughed as Nick rolled his eyes and crawled up Drake's body, going in for another kiss, purring as hands kneaded his ass...and then moaning as a finger slid inside.
"Maybe I'll say yes if you eat me out again."
"Oh fuck. Little man, you've got a deal. I'm going to devour that ass of yours." Drake stuck his tongue out and wiggled it...groaning when Nick's lips found it and sucked it.
"Promise?"
"Hell yeah. I'm gonna eat that ass soooooo good. And then I get to film you sucking dick?"
"Uh huh." Nick moaned as a second finger slid into his hole. Right now he'd agree to anything if it meant getting rimmed or fucked." His toes curled against the sheets as his fingers grabbed onto Drake's chest, the kiss deepening. `What's a couple of tapes,' he thought, the idea flitting away as a third finger found its way inside. He pushed his hips back, eager for more...a lot more.
~ THE END ~
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