Blowies in the Bathroom
The morning of the wedding had been way too hectic for Nick. He'd woken up early, showered vigorously, ironed the shit out of his clothes, went through half of a lint-roller and spayed himself with so much cologne he was sure that people in airplanes overhead would be able to detect his movements by smell alone. The drive to Francis' house was just as nerve-wracking and he'd managed to sweat out most of the cologne by then.
Nick wanted to look his best for Francis—as well as for his parents—and wanted to show him that even though no one knew they were dating, that the both of them were right for each other, and that Nick was good boyfriend material. However, Francis already knew that Nick was more than worthy, but his own anxiety about who exactly would show up to the wedding had made him seem a little distant.
But the moment Francis spotted Nick through the bedroom window—that tight little ass working a cut suit—he'd forgotten all his worries and felt his heart melt inside his chest.
"Nick, can you come up here? I need some help!" Francis exclaimed, trying to save Nick from some boring conversation with his parents. They were curious about Francis' "good friend".
"Yeah sure, Francis!" Nick yelled back. "It was nice meeting you Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy."
"You too, Nicholas."
Nick didn't correct them on the name thing.
When Nick got to Francis' room, he was meet with the familiar array of dirty underwear, loose garbage and old food all over the place. He found Francis waiting for him, with nothing on but a towel across his waist. His bulging pecs, rigid six pack of abs and his thick lines of muscle, leading down to his groin, were all glistening with water and his hair was wet and messy. His biceps and shoulders were flexing with muscle, and his green eyes were bright and happy to see Nick. He'd just come out of the shower, and his towel was damp enough for Nick to make out the bulge of his dick pressed against it.
"Sorry about them," Francis said. "They can get a bit too excited sometimes."
"Don't worry, mine will do the same thing to you."
"Yeah," Francis smiled. Then he sat down on his bed, staring at Nick in his tux. "Fuck... you look damn good, babe."
Nick cocked his eyebrow. "Yeah?" He inched towards Francis, walking slowly between his outstretched legs, spread wide apart. It wouldn't take much to simply reach in and take what he wanted most...
Francis bit his lower lip, his hands creeping over Nick's waist once the teenager got close enough to him. "Hell yeah. The best looking boy in this whole damn town." He spread his big fingers down between his suit jacket and felt the crease of the boy's shirt, then trailed back around to his ass. He tightened his grip here, digging his fingers into the tight fabric of Nick's pants.
"Are you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna them off?" Nick asked, looking down to his pants. He was teasing him bad, putting his hands on the man's wet shoulders and then gliding them down to his rigid chest.
Francis fought the urge to strip his boyfriend right there and bend him over the bed. As much as he wanted to pound Nick, he knew him and his parents were already late for the wedding and he needed more than just five minutes to have his way with Nick. He'd been without him for the entire day and wanted to give it to him good.
"Not here, baby. Not yet. Sorry. We've gotta go soon. Afterwards, though, we can come back here and fuck each other's brains out," he whispered, his voice low but desperate. "I promise."
Nick was obviously disappointed, especially with the tent he was beginning to pitch in his pants, but he knew it was risky enough with Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy running up and down the stairs to a few last-minute thing.
"Yeah, okay. Afterwards then. I want you all to myself."
Francis grinned, water dripping off his wet hair. "You got it, babe. My dick is all yours."
Nick laughed at that. "Soo... do you need help getting dressed?"
Francis shook his head. "Slow down, cowboy. I don't want you trying anything on me."
"No, I'm serious," Nick said. "I can help." He really wanted to get the jock into some clothes, kind of like a wife dressing her helpless husband. He wanted to show him how good of a spouse he could be.
"Uh... okay, sure. I was about to iron my shirt. Wanna do that while I dry off?"
Nick nodded. "Yeah, okay." He smiled as he took the white dress shirt out from the closet, for he knew that he'd get to watch a strip show as the hunk dried himself down. The iron was already hot so Nick got right to it, using the iron table to straighten out any folds or creases.
Meanwhile, Francis undid his towel, revealing his bare, bulging bubble butt to Nick. He was turned around so Nick couldn't see his dick, but Nick liked it that way—it made things more interesting. Francis used the towel to dry off his hair, his butt cheeks bouncing as he vigorously scrubbed his head. Nick watched his pale ass in awe, and stared at his thick, muscular thighs, which were still dripping in water. As he moved about the room, Nick could see the stud's assets from between his legs: Francis' balls and the tip of his dick hanging below and flopping about. Nick had seen all of that more times than he could count but something about having his man wet and naked around the house was a huge turn-on. Seeing him nude would never get old.
Nick finished faster than Francis thought he would. In no time, Nick was ironing his pants and jacket while the jock sifted around in his drawer for some clean underwear. Nick saw him pick out a fresh pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs, which were amazingly white. "Nice pick," Nick told him.
Francis suddenly turned his head around, blushing. "Thanks," he laughed. "You getting a good view of my ass?"
"Oh yeah."
Francis smirked, letting Nick stare all he wanted. He lifted his legs to pull on the tight boxers, exposing his low-hanging balls and thick, limp dick to the air. Nick felt his own penis begin to stiffen again at the sight. Francis put them on quickly, covering his fat ass and then his huge dick. He had to spend some time putting his hands down the front, trying to adjust his large dick and big balls. It was sometimes difficult to fit everything in there, especially with his ass already taking up so much room. By the time he turned around to show Nick his impressive bulge, the teenager was handing him a stick of deodorant.
"Here," he said. "Sometimes you can really stink. Like a locker room of a football team."
Francis smirked. "I thought you liked that?"
Nick blushed. "Yeah, but people at the wedding won't."
Francis agreed and took the stick from him, lifting his bulky arms and exposing his thick, hairy pits. He rubbed some on both then asked Nick to hand him his shirt.
Nick brought it to him, helping him put his arms through and then putting the top over his shoulders. Nick's sensual touch against Francis's back made his nipples hard, and as Nick came around to button him up, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
"Uh, thanks for doing this, Nick."
Nick kissed him gently, relishing the taste of Francis' mouth. He liked it when Francis held his lower lip in-between his teeth for a few seconds before letting go.
"Anytime," Nick said. "God knows you need help getting dressed."
Francis laughed, making Nick blush. "Not just that, but with coming with me to the wedding. It'd be hella boring without you."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't take some girl instead of me."
"Your my boyfriend. I'd never take someone else."
"But you could have. And your parents would have wanted you to."
"Yeah but I love—I like you. I don't want to spend time with some chick, I want to spend it with my boyfriend."
Nick smiled. It was just the answer he wanted. He pecked him again on the mouth before helping him finish button up. He tried to pretend that he hadn't noticed the stud's erect nipples, which was hard to do with his pecs bulging through the cloth. He didn't need anything else to convince him to suck Francis off right then and there. He handed Francis his pants and waited for him to pull them on.
"Okay, this is where I need you," Francis said , adjusting his dick in his pants and showing Nick the short waistband. "I need you to button it up like last time."
"My pleasure," Nick smirked.
