Jocks of the South Pt. 05

"Are you serious?" Nick said. He definitely didn't have the upper body strength to climb it.

"Just grab on. I'll pull you up," Matt whispered loudly.

Nick nodded. That made way more sense. As he wrapped his legs around the sheets and held on tight to the cloth, Matt pulled the whole thing up like it was a chain of paper monkeys. In no time, Matt was pulling Nick's ass through the window.

"You're so strong," Nick said, without realizing it.

Matt smiled at him. He flexed his biceps and made a funny face. Nick couldn't help but laugh—and stare at his fat, bulky arms. Matt pulled him in for a kiss, nearly choking the life out of him. When Matt finally pushed him off, he lured Nick over to the TV set. "C'mon, let's play some ball."

As he did so, Matt unbuttoned his pants, showing off his fat, pearly white ass and his flaccid eight-inch schlong as it flapped about in the open air, slapping against his thick thighs and balls. Nick watched him, getting another boner instantly. Matt pulled off his shirt too, stretching his huge, beefy pecs and his perfect, eight pack of rippling abs.

He lumbered over to his dresser, buck naked, and pulled out a pair of short-shorts. They didn't look as if they'd fit, but somehow, Matt pulled his legs though the little black shorts and pulled it tight over his ass. They were a cotton pair of rugby shorts, perfect for playing with the bros on a Saturday.

Matt scratched his balls and adjusted his dick inside the shorts. Obviously, they were a very small pair. But damn, Nick thought, they made his ass look good. Still shirtless, Matt continued to look through his drawer. He pulled out a matching pair of shorts that were as white as Matt's teeth. He threw them at Nick. "Here. Get comfy."

Nick obliged, secretly taking in a deep whiff of them as Matt turned on the TV. It smelled good—but it wasn't the dirty, sweaty, cum-stained smell that he loved, but instead, it was sweet and soft. Clearly, they'd just been washed. He couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. He wished they were dirty like Francis'.

Nick pulled off his own shorts and shirt. Then, as nude as Matt had been, he pulled on the little rugby shorts over his dick. They were so soft, caressing his balls and wrapping his ass in cloth. "Wow, these are really comfy," he said, rubbing his ass.

Matt smiled back at him, lying against his bed, legs wide apart. His hairy armpits were exposed, and his pecs were stretched out again. "They're Francis'. He loves those shorts. We... uh, share a lot of things, I guess."

Nick wasn't sure what to say. Was that what Matt thought of him—just something for him to share with Francis? Nick put his thoughts aside: he didn't want to ruin a nice night for the both of them and he was sure he could think things over later on.

"C'mon, let's play," Matt said, patting a spot next to him on the bed. "We can cuddle."

Nick smiled. He'd like nothing more than to feel the beach hunk's boner against his ass while they cuddled and played video games.

As they sat in the sheets, rubbing up on each other and silently groaning whenever one of them got a touch down, Nick couldn't help but wonder if someone was in the other room connected to the bathroom. The door was closed, but he could hear the trickle of someone peeing. Then, he heard the toilet flush. Nick tensed up.

"Should I hide?"

"Nah, it's fine," Matt said, his pec twitching against Nick's back. "My parents are going out soon for groceries. It's probably just Francis..."

"He won't come in here?"

"No, he said he was going to hang out later with his pals. He'll leave us alone."

Nick relaxed back in the sheets, letting his perky ass fall back into place against Matt's pulsing dick. It was pressed up against the cloth of his shorts, and Nick was sure the head of Matt's cock was sticking out from the bottom—it was way too large to stay contained in pair of shorts that small.

Then, as they got bored of gaming, Nick couldn't help but notice that Matt's arm was wrapped around him, and that he'd snaked his big leg in-between both of Nick's. His thigh was gently touching Nick's balls. It was when Nick noticed this that Matt put his controller down and rubbed Nick's bare backside with his chapped, bulky hands.

"You're so soft," Matt said to him, breathing on his neck. He was trying to get Nick to open his ass to him again.

Nick turned his head, making sure to keep his butt against his throbbing member. "You too..." Nick said, putting his lips over Matt's and locking him in. He quickly turned around, letting Matt stick his dick up against his stomach and press his pecs into Nick's front. They made out hard, rubbing and feeling each other up. Matt was already clutching Nick's ass in his hands and after Nick felt up the jock's muscular back, he too finally got the chance to squeeze Matt's ass.

"It's so nice..." Nick smiled as he squeezed Matt's cheeks, making him laugh some hot breath on his face.

"Not as nice as yours..." Matt answered, locking him back down in a kiss and rubbing his boner against Nick's. As they grinded their cocks on one another, their shorts began to slip off.

"Hey Matt, you seen that blue v-neck—" the door to the bathroom had just burst open, revealing Francis in the doorway, wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of boxers. He stopped dead in his tracks, realizing what the hell was going on in Matt's room—he was with someone. But when he realized just who, his face turned pink.

Nick and Matt jumped. Nick pushed Matt off, sitting upwards and staring in disbelief as Francis' face turned a violent shade of red and he grit his teeth in anger. Matt also turned very pink, not exactly sure what to do.

"What the FUCK?" Francis bellowed, throwing aside the jeans he had in his hands and marching right up to the both of them. Nick trembled, too frozen with fear to even process what was happening. Francis had his fists clenched, and Nick was sure that Francis was going to punch his lights out.

"What are you doing with him?!" he asked Matt, completely ignoring Nick and going for Matt instead, which surprised both of them. Nick watched in horror as Francis confronted his own brother, his face flaring with rage.

Matt tried to reason with him. "Dude, r-relax—we were just—"

"He's MINE," Francis yelled. He pushed Matt back down onto the bed, and then, he clocked Matt in jaw.

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