Magcon BoyxBoy

Road Trip // Nayes \\ Part Two

hayes
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Nash reached his hand beneath himself to touch my dick, and started to pump it when he did. His nails dragged lightly along the side as he ran his hand up and down, occasionally thumbing his finger overtop of the slit.

"I've wanted you and this for so long," he breathed out, taking my earlobe into his teeth. "I don't think I've ever had blue balls because of you."

"It's been too long, Nash. I almost gave up on you, but you finally came through for me," I panted onto his shoulder.

"Baby, I'll come through for you right now," he said, stifling a light laugh at his own joke.

"I know that was a joke, but I really do want you to come through, Nash. I want you to come through all over me," I said, trying to sound normal through my stifled moans.

"Just let it out, baby. It's not like we have to hide," Nash said, moving his head from my ear to my neck and proceeding to give me a dark hickey that would probably hurt later on.

"Ohh, Nash, I'm gonna cum," I moaned deeply, feeling that little twist in my stomach. Suddenly, Nash pulled off of me completely, and hopped back over the middle console to the driver's seat, starting the car back up again.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, sitting up with my hard-on.

"Hey, no cussing," Nash said like he hadn't just been giving me a handjob under ten seconds ago.

"Why'd you stop?" I whined, attempting to crawl back up to my seat, but Nash pushed me back, once again pulling onto the highway.

"I don't want to fuck you in the backseat of this crappy car," he said, "if it's gonna be in a car, then it's going to be in a car that's nice. But I want it to be in a bed at least. I'm stopping at the nearest motel."

"Wait, so you can curse, but I can't?"

"Yes, now lie down and don't touch yourself or you're going to hurt so bad tomorrow."

"But I'm almost in college! I get to curse!"

"Hayes."

"Fine," I huffed, and attempted to lay down comfortably in the back. I itched to touch myself, but as the sun sunk beneath the horizon, I started to grow soft.

"Nash, you better hurry up and find a motel or else I'm just going to want to go to sleep," I said with a yawn. Nash, without even saying anything, kept one hand on the wheel and used the other one to reach behind to me and give my dick a few pumps, making it stand back up straight again. He left it at that, and out his hand right back on the wheel, but not before licking his hand off.

"Aw, Nash!" I groaned, angry that he left me hanging again. He laughed, and finally pulled off to an exit. I needed him to finish what he started so bad.

"Okay, I'll be right back," he said after we parked in front of a Motel 6, and pushed the door open. As soon as he shut the door and had walked through the door to the receptionist person, I wrapped my hand around my shaft and pumped so hard, hoping to release before Nash returned.

I twisted my hand around and thought of Nash overtop of me, his own dick poking my chest as he gave me hickeys. His short hair that was normally sticking up matted against his forehead, the cold metal of his necklace touching my chest, and the way his lips smacked when he pulled off of my neck.

"Balls, balls, balls, balls deep, crap, crap-shit, balls," I said, biting my arm as I spurted into my hand.

"Hayes!" Nash yelled, staring at me from the open driver's door.

"Oops," I said, grabbing my pants and wiping off my hands.

Get your ass up here," he said with an edge. I climbed over the center console and into the driver's seat. He reached to grab me and pull me into his arms, but I resisted.

"Nash," I said in a hushed whisper, " I don't even have pants on."

"Doesn't matter. You wouldn't have had them on long anyways," he said, and picked me up. Nash kicked the door closed, hugging me against his body as he rushed to the door at the end of the stretch. He twisted the key in the hole and kicked the door open, throwing me onto the bed and then shutting it.

He fumbled to unbutton his red flannel, and as he did that, I yanked off my t-shirt and then helped him unzip his dark skinny jeans.

"I'm not going to go easy, Hayes," he said, jumping out of his pants and throwing his shirt to the corner. "I've been holding back too long to do that."

"Okay," I said with a nod, and fell back onto the bed.

"Uh uh," Nash said, shaking his head and grabbing my jaw so that I was sitting upright again. He pushed my shoulder down so that I was on my hands and knees and pulled my jaw down, and before I could blink, he shoved his cock down my throat.

He rammed into the back of my throat, choking me with his thrusts. The head of his dick brushed under my uvula and then down my throat, making me gag repeatedly on him.

"Nash," I tried, but it came out garbled as my mouth slapped back down to his pelvis. I stopped getting enough air into my lungs because his dick was blocking my windpipe, and so I had to force him out of me by randomly whacking his lower torso.

"Hayes, I want to cum in your fucking mouth," Nash said roughly, and pushed his dick up against my lips so he could shove himself back in, but I refused, turning away and heaving for breath.

"I need," I panted, "I need a break. Just give me a minute."

"You can rest when you're dead, but for now, bend over. And don't expect me to be gentle," he said, and turned my shoulder so that I was facing away from him and then he pushed my back so my ass was in front of his dick.

"Hold on," he said, and slid a cock ring onto my dick before getting back to what he'd been doing.

Nash grabbed his cock and positioned it at my hole, allowing his juices to moisten it. He rubbed it up and down before sliding it, but he didn't let me adjust to his thickness; he immediately started pounding into me.

I rocked hard against the bed, my ass hurting painfully from his dick.

"You're so tight, Hayes," Nash moaned, and I turned my head to see that his head was tilted back in ecstasy. "Moan my name."

"Naaashhh," I moaned in compliance. "For the love of God, touch me."

"You got it, babe."
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