Magcon BoyxBoy

Road Trip // Nayes

hayes
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"Okay, thanks Mom. Love you," I said, and gave her one last hug before jumping into the low-profile car with Nash.

My summer before my freshman year of college had just begun, and Nash had decided to take me on a two-week road trip to celebrate my graduation. We were going to go from our house on North Carolina all the way to California, taking lots of stops and seeing landmarks along the way before spending the rest of the summer with Nash's best friend, Cameron.

"All ready to go?" Nash asked, his hand ready to push the gear knob into drive. I nodded, and as he eased onto the pedal, I looked back at my house. I wouldn't be home for a while, until at least Thanksgiving. All of my stuff I was bringing to college had already been shipped to Cam and Nash's house in Cali, since I was going to UCLA I would just drive my stuff to the dorm in the fall.

He pulled onto the highway after the first stoplight, mixing into the random array of different vehicles going anywhere. The sun was about to set, but the awful glare still shone into my eyes and so I continued to wear my sunglasses. Nash had his on as well, but I could still see his bright blue eyes since his head was turned to the side.

Nash looked hot when he drove. I mean, I'm not wrong. He did. Gilinsky did too, but not in the same way. Nash had cut his hair again, and re-dyed that blonde streak in his hair that I loved so much. He'd really toned out after he moved to L.A. five years ago. I don't know what Cameron got him hooked on, but whatever it was, it was doing the trick.

"What're you looking at?" he asked curiously, seeing me stare at him.

"Just the, uh, car over there," I explained.

"You sure?" he asked, smirking, and I nodded. "There's no car, Hayes. Haven't you noticed the empty road?" He used one hand to gesture out the window, and I looked, finding ourselves nearly alone on the highway.

"So tell me what you were looking at," Nash repeated, showing off his right dimple as he smiled. "Is there something on my face? Is it on my lips?" He said it slowly, and used his thumb to run over his bottom lip and pull it down a little, glancing at me every few moments.

"Or is it on my pants?" he asked, using that same hand to run down his body and over to his crotch, palming himself lightly for a brief moment. I started getting very hot and flustered, and I wanted to take my pants off as well as the rest of my clothes.

"What're you doing, Nash?" I asked shakily as he pulled over and pulled the key out of the ignition. He unbuckled his seat belt and jumped into the back, grabbing my collar and forcing me to come along. Nash held onto me until I was lying down on the backseat underneath him.

"Tell me you don't want this," he said knowingly. I don't know how he figured it out; I thought I was pretty good at hiding my camera when I took pictures and when I purposely stole his hoodies.

"I-I don't want this," I stuttered, my voice getting higher in pitch and my eyes not meeting his.

"Hayes, look me in the eyes and tell me that again." I slowly turned to face him, and his bright blue eyes that were reflecting the sun bore down on me.

"I," pause, "w-want this." He smiled and put his weight on the one hand that was next to my head so he could pull down my pants. My boxers were pulled down simultaneously, and my half-hard shaft poked up right beneath his ass.

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.

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Wattpad is being dumb so I had to split this into three shorter parts rather than two semi-long ones 😒