Magcon BoyxBoy

Punching Bag // Cash

cameron

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"Nash?" I called out into our apartment. "You home?" I didn't hear anything for a moment, until a door banged open against a wall and someone yelled.

There was a loud crash on the floor, as if someone had smashed something.

"Nash? Are you okay?" I yelled, running up the stairs. As I reached the last step, a picture frame smashed open against my head, shattering glass onto the floor and knocking me backwards. I fell down a couple of steps before stopping, turning and getting to my feet.

When I looked up, Nash was swinging his arms around, breaking everything in sight. He came around to a wall and smashed his hand into it, making a huge dent in the drywall.

"Nash!" I yelled, tripping up the stairs. "What're you doing!" I reached for his arm, but he pushed me backwards, continuing to smash in the wall.

"Lauren dumped me for some loser," Nash grunted, punching in a wider hole.

"Well, don't go smashing everything! This is your stuff, too!" I moved in front of him, blocking the wall, and he just barely stopped before punching me in the gut.

"Move," he said, his jaw set.

"No." Nash moved to the right, starting to punch in there, the skin on his knuckles breaking open and blood trickling out.

I moved again in front of him, but he couldn't stop himself in time.

In a quick gasp of breath, I doubled over, my head falling into Nash's chest and my hand taking support on his shoulder.

"Get out of my way!" Nash yelled, pushing me off. I crumpled to the floor, the hard wood abiding no help.

I got up as fast as I could, running to jump and tackle Nash onto the carpet.

"What the fuck!" he shouted at me. "Get off me!"

"Not until you stop breaking everything we've worked for," I said, gripping him tightly.

He struggled against me, kicking me everywhere, including my groin, but I still held on.

"Fine!" he said, giving in. "I'm done."

Cautiously, I got up off of him, backing away and starting to clean up his mess.

Suddenly, I was pushed up against the wall, Nash's hand covering my mouth.

"I told you to get off of me," Nash said, pinning me against the damaged drywall. "Should've listened the first time." His voice was husky and deep, as if he had just gotten up.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled into his hand, struggling in his tight grip.

"Realizing I never wanted Lauren, anyways."

Before, I hadn't thought I'd ever be turned on by this, but now I had a T-Rex in my pants, begging to be let out.

I had just been at the beach with Taylor for a bit, so I didn't have a shirt on. I did, however, have salty swim trunks on, along with salty hair sticking up everywhere and skin.

Nash ran his hands up and down my torso, dipping into my trunks every so often.

"Nash, take it or leave it," I groaned, unwilling to wait any longer. I didn't even care I was his rebound boy; I hadn't known how long I had wanted this.

In response, Nash yanked down my swim shorts, my length springing free. Before he could even look at me, I reached over and pulled down his pants and boxers while he threw off his shirt.

Nash sucked quickly on three of his fingers, coating them in his saliva. I spread my legs wider, already jerking myself off. Nash plunged two fingers into me, scissoring me as he took over jerking me off.

I reached over to do something for him; I grabbed his length and jerked him, pleasuring myself as well as I rubbed his junk against mine.

I guess Nash thought I was stretched enough, because as soon as he removed his fingers, he plunged in with the real thing, making my eyes flutter close and my hands grip his hair instead of his member.

Thinking I was pulling too tight, I released his hair and searched the wall for something to grab ahold of. There was nothing on the smooth surface of the wall, though, so I settled for dragging my nails across Nash's back.

My eyes struggled to keep open, but eventually I let them fall together.

I could feel his pre-cum already leaking out into me.

"Faster, Nash! Harder!" I yelled into the air. Intentionally, he started slowing down dramatically, the speed not nearly filling my desire.

"Please, Nash," I begged, grinding on him for more friction. "Don't be a fucking tease." I needed more, so I tried thrusting my hips on and off of his, but it was much harder this way and there wasn't as much room.

"Oh fine, lover boy," he said with a laugh, finally fulfilling my needs and rocking into me.

I had to cough, so I covered my mouth over his shoulder.

"Oh, fuck, do that again," Nash said, his eyes closed.

"What?" I panted.

"Whatever it was, I don't know."

I coughed again, finally realizing that he felt me clenching around him.

"Yes, my god," Nash dragged out.

I started becoming weak in the knees, my throbbing erection stabbing Nash in the stomach.

I could tell Nash was closer too, because his thrusts got sloppier yet quicker as he tried to finish strong.

And then suddenly, he was filling me up with sticky, foreign liquids. With the lightest touch, he barely stroked me before I shot out onto his chest, ricocheting into his face.

I pushed him backwards, falling over next to him on the giant couch, and threw his his shirt so he could clean off his chest and face.

"Should've done that a long time ago," Nash panted, wrapping his smaller arms around me.

"Got that right," I said, kissing the top of his hair and dozing off into a light sleep in the warm afternoon light.

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Really short, I know. Probably shortest one of all and ever.

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Man, I had boarding school interviews on Monday and I basically have no chance against a lot of these kids, though I may still have a fighting chance since more kids seemed interested in different ones.

Life is hard ah.

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