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Subject: Suckered by a Jonas Brother – Part 19 This is a fictional story in which sexual activity between consenting adult males is depicted; it is no way based on true events or the sexuality of any of the persons mentioned. If you are underage or it is otherwise illegal to read this story where you live, please stop reading now. The Nifty Archive is a great website and is made possible by donations from its readers. If you would like to help support the site, you can do so fty/donate.html This story is the work of the author and should not be copied or posted elsewhere in any way without the permission of the author. Comments and feedback can be emailed to: red.cheshire.writer@ Instagram @redcheshire Twitter @redcheshire_fic RedCheshire Website: bly ——————————————————————– Suckered by a Jonas Brother – “Show Me a Good Time” *Part of the “Nick’s First Time” story arc* ——————————————————————– Author’s Note: This story takes place in mid-September 2010, in Los Angeles, California. Congratulations to JJ for correctly guessing this story’s character. 😉 Thank you to Robert for some suggestions and ideas that helped shape this story. Thank you, always, to Patrick for proof-reading. ~ Nick looked down at the map app on his phone, checking to see where his next turn was as he navigated the Hollywood Hills neighborhood of Los Angeles. He was still getting familiar with the idea of using the phone for things like that, having grown up with GPS devices or directions on paper. It’d been three years since the iPhone came out and he was still getting used to not having a keyboard. `Wonder what else they’ll think of for these things,’ he thought as he made a left onto a street that looked picturesque. The Jonas Brother was also getting used to the idea that he was about to meet up with Drake. He’d bumped into the Canadian singer – literally, as he was going around a corner backstage at the Teen Choice Awards the month before. They’d started chatting it up a bit, comparing notes as both of the singers were making the transition from teen-bop shows and music, aiming for more serious careers. Nick’s enthusiastic personality was infectious, causing Drake’s smile to grow broader the more that they spoke…and led to the idea of connecting later to compare notes. Nick’s bedroom had turned into a small disaster that morning as he’d picked out and discarded one outfit after another, trying to find the perfect balance of looking both “professional” and “laid back cool”. He’d settled on a blue polo shirt, a pair of faded jeans, and some white high-top sneakers. As he neared the location of Drake’s apartment, Nick swallowed nervously. He told himself that the butterflies in his stomach were *just* from the idea of changing lanes in his career soon…and he almost believed himself. Fixing his hair while checking his reflection in a window next to the door, Nick swallowed again and knocked. “Hey, Nickie! You found the place just fine?” Drake opened the door, his arms wide as he pulled Nick into a big hug. He felt Nick’s body stiffen a little, combining it in his mind with the slight scrunching motion that the smaller man’s nose had made. “Not a good nickname?” He laughed as Nick shook his head, still quiet. “Alright, we’ll figure out something else.” Reaching out, he ruffled Nick’s hair as he chuckled. “Welcome to Casa Drake.” Closing the door and holding his other arm outstretched, he gave Nick a quick tour of the main areas of his apartment. Nick blinked, looking around at the size of the place – he’d gotten used to living out of hotel rooms and buses for so long, he’d almost forgotten what it looked like to be settled in somewhere. As Drake finished pointing out the living room and waving towards the hallway, Nick was drawn towards the large windows that made up one wall of the living space. “Oh wowwww…” His words trailed off as he stepped towards the glass, admiring the view. “It’s something, huh?” “Yeah. Wow.” “Hard work pays off.” Drake gave Nick’s shoulder a squeeze. “Can I get you something to drink?” “Just some water – thanks.” Nick tried to avoid sugar…and he was wary of alcohol, worried about dropping his guard around others. “Oh, surely we can do better for the birthday boy.” Drake let out a chuckle at Nick’s look of surprise. “How did you…?” “I did my research.” Winking, Drake reached into the fridge. “Maybe something a little stronger – iced tea? It’s a little early for anything else.” He winked again, grinning to let Nick know that he wasn’t making fun of him. He returned to the window with two drinks, handing one to Nick and clinking glasses. “Happy 18th, man. Look at you, all grown up now.” His eyes cast down Nick’s form and back up again – the glance was innocent but still sent a little shiver down Nick’s spine, causing him to grin nervously. “Little old Nickster.” Both men’s noses scrunched up this time. “Yeah, that one doesn’t work either.” The joke worked, easing Nick’s tension as they settled onto the couch. The pair relaxed as they began discussing Nick’s ideas for his future – he wanted to pivot from Disney and boyband-style fare to something more serious, both in music and acting. Drake’s recent shift from the Degrassi TV series to a popular rap album provided valuable insights as he provided advice on how to make the transition. Nick felt comfortable, which was unusual – despite being personable, it usually took him awhile to warm up to other people. He’d learned to keep his guard up around other people, especially strangers and industry people. Around Drake he felt different though – the Canadian had a naturally relaxed vibe that was contagious. Nick found himself laughing more freely, his smiles more honest and less nervous. The only times that he seemed to tense up again were whenever Drake happened to stand up – either getting refills of tea, grabbing a snack, or getting onto his feet to make a point while talking. It had nothing to do with his posture or mannerisms…and everything to do with his attire. He’d gone for comfort after a long week of dressing up to do press, answering the door in a t-shirt, sweatpants, and bare feet. The sweatpants were the thinner athletic style since Los Angeles stayed warm enough in the fall. The fabric did two things at once – it flowed well, allowing for easy movement…and it clung to his body, something that Nick noticed as Drake walked around. The dark gray material seemed to attach to the singer’s thighs and crotch, hugging a nice-sized bulge that kept sending a tingling feeling down into Nick’s own groin. Nick stole quick little glances, having mastered the art of subtly checking out another man’s body. However, he’d forgotten the rule that you can only try a trick so often before it stops working, unaware that Drake had caught his guest’s peeking. Drake leaned back, lacing his hands behind his head, knowing that the pose put his arm muscles on display. Watching for it, he caught a slight movement of Nick’s pupils as they quickly glanced at his arms and then returned to looking at Drake’s face. `The kid’s good,’ he thought – if you didn’t know what to look for, you’d miss the Jonas brother’s eyes barely moving. “So, what kind of movie roles do you want to do then, since you’re looking to escape the Mouse House?” He watched as Nick’s eyebrows scrunched up, looking adorable as he collected his thoughts before responding. Drake nodded approvingly, noting that even if Nick happened to be a few years younger, the kid had a good level of maturity about him. “I mean, definitely action. The tickets sell really well, more scripts to choose from. Comedy too, for sure. Just, you know, stuff that’s enjoyable but not stupid. I doubt I’ll be gunning for an Oscar, so kinda aiming for roles that are fun to do and fun to watch. If I can do that and put out music at the same time, I’ll be in a good position.” The Canadian smiled, both at the answer itself…and imagining a couple of positions he’d like to see Nick in. As quickly as the images came to mind, he dashed them away – the last thing he wanted was to pitch a tent and scare off his new buddy. “Smart play. And who knows, if you do end up doing great with the acting, you could snag some bigger juicier roles. Okay…so action and comedy. And more mature-sounding music.” Drake chewed on his lower lip as he pondered Nick’s plan. Looking away from the ceiling and back at Nick, he sprung up to his feet and waved for his guest to do the same. “Alright Jonas, let’s get a good look at you.” Nick stood up hesitantly, wondering what Drake meant. Placing his palm on Nick’s lower back, he guided the young cutie over to a spot where the living room, hallway, and entryway came together, placing Nick in front of a big vertical mirror that he used to check his appearance before heading out the door. “Guns out.” Drake struck the traditional muscle pose, lifting his arms up and bringing his hands in. Nick watched the biceps, nicely toned but not beefy, bunch up. The swelling of Drake’s arm caused the sleeve of his t-shirt to slide in, exposing just a little bit more flesh on his arms…and causing Nick’s breathing to pick up just a little. “Your turn.” He nodded towards Nick, who copied the move. “Hmmm.” Reaching out, Drake gently squeezed Nick’s arm. “Kinda hard to see.” He plucked the hem of Nick’s sleeve and tugged at it a little, noting that it didn’t budge much. “A little thick.” “Me?” Nick sounded a little bewildered. “What? No.” Drake started laughing, thrown off by the other man’s confusion. “Sorry – I didn’t mean to…” He coughed to suppress a chuckle. “I don’t think anyone’s calling you a thick daddy anytime soon.” The red blush in Nick’s cheeks caused him to laugh again, lightly this time. “I mean, me either. Working on it, but going to be awhile.” His fingertips plucked at Nick’s clothing. “I meant your shirt – the fabric’s a little thick – makes it hard to assess your, um, physique.” “Oh – sorry.” Nick looked down at his shirt, kicking himself a little mentally. “Jonas – little Jonas – nothing to be sorry about. You didn’t know that you were coming over for training day. Here…” Winking, Drake reached down and pulled his arms up, peeling his shirt off and tossing it over onto a nearby table. “Now you.” Nick swallowed hard, his lips parting to say something, unsure of himself. Hell, he wasn’t quite sure where Drake was going with this. `Don’t be a little kid,’ he thought to himself, noting that guys undressed in front of each other all the time at the gym, so losing a shirt was no big deal. Well, he guessed that they did that – the guys in gyms on TV shows and movies seemed to be comfortable undressing. Nick hadn’t been to a locker room in a public gym…ever. Pressing his lips back together, he took in a deep breath and copied Drake’s motions, removing his shirt and placing it in Drake’s outstretched hand. He watched as Drake set the polo shirt down next to the discarded t-shirt before turning to look at Nick. Jonas’ heart was beating harder as he felt a little exposed…and under a magnifying glass as Drake moved around him, looking up and down. His mouth went dry as he looked at Drake’s torso – smooth and toned, the chest showing some definition as a result of his working out, the stomach smooth with a good set of muscle lines running from his waist down into his groin. The sweatpants hung low, showing off the turquoise waistband of his new friend’s underwear. Nick closed his eyes and swallowed again, his nostrils flaring slightly. “Not bad, little Jonas.” He opened his eyes again, finding Drake’s warm dark brown eyes looking into his own. “Definitely not a thick daddy…” That wink and grin again. “…but you’ve got a good start.” His hand squeezed Nick’s arm again, appraising the slim-toned bicep there. “Arms are good. Chest…not flat.” A palm patted his chest. “Stomach…flat – good start.” Fingers drummed his abs, causing the butterflies in Nick’s stomach to begin flying around furiously. “Slim waist.” Drake nodded approvingly as he finished walking around, stopping behind Nick with his hands resting on the shorter man’s hips. Nick found those eyes looking at him again, the reflection this time as Drake watched from over Nick’s shoulder. “You’ve got a good foundation to build from.” “Thanks.” The word came out a little raspy, prompting Jonas to clear his throat. “Thanks. I’ve been going to the gym, trying not to look like a kid anymore.” “I mean, it’s working. You’re still little…” Drake let the sentence hang there, anticipating Nick’s joking glower of irritation. “You’re what…five foot seven?” That blush came back. “Um, five six…” “Close. And little.” Drake moved up closer behind Nick, making the six inch height difference between the two more obvious in the mirror’s reflection. “That’s not bad though. Hell, Tom Cruise is what…four and a half feet tall? And they manage to make him look normal in movies.” His hand patted Nick’s waist – the motion was meant to be comforting but sent a warm nervous feeling through Nick’s chest. “You’re six feet tall?” Nick blinked, impressed…and trying to direct attention away from himself. “Yep. Aaaaalmost six one but whatever. Been hitting the gym too…” He brought his arms down, curling them and flexing hard. “…going for big daddy mode.” Drake’s smile faded and it was his turn to glare with pretend aggravation as Nick stifled a chuckle. “What?” “Nothing.” Taking in a deep breath, Drake caused his upper body to swell up – at the same time, his biceps bulged as he flexed his arms harder. “You don’t think I’ve got what it takes to hit big daddy status?” He watched as Nick’s eyes darted down and back up, looking hazy for just a brief moment as his thoughts went far away. Those brown eyes snapped back into focus, the cute little mouth turning up with a grin. “I mean…maybe.” “Maaaybe? What?!” Drake tried to puff up his body further but wound up letting out a big breath of air as he started a fit of laughter, which Nick joined in on. The two wiped tears from their eyes, still chuckling, as Drake redirected their attention back to the original point of conversation. “Big Daddy status takes a few things. It’s what you’re willing to put in here…” He flexed his arms again – Nick grinned, more at ease now. “…what you’ve got here…” Drake tapped his temple. “…here…” Reaching down, he grabbed his crotch. “…and definitely here.” His hand came up and patted his chest. Stepping out from behind Nick to stand beside him, Drake squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest. “You try, little daddy.” The pair looked at each other, blinking. “Yeah, that doesn’t work either.” Chuckling, Drake shook his head to be serious again, looking in the mirror and resuming the squared-up pose. He lifted one eyebrow, waiting until Nick copied the move. “There you go.” Patting Nick on the back, he returned his attention to the reflection. “If you’re going to work on action films and a mature sound, you’re going to have to find your inner stud, while you work on your physical build too. Try this.” Drake brought his arms up again, flexing, waiting as Nick followed suit. His eyebrows knitted together as he slid back behind Nick, taking gentle hold of the other man’s elbows, pulling them back and then applying pressure between Nick’s shoulder blades, causing his chest to puff out again. “There you go.” He grinned approvingly. “Okay, now try this.” Keeping his left arm bunched up, Drake stretched out his right arm so it was flat, as if his hand was pointing at something in the distance. Again, after Nick copied the pose, he reached over and made small adjustments…not that anything was really off with Nick’s pose. He was trying to exaggerate the moves a little so the kid would get more comfortable in his own skin…and it gave Drake an excuse to touch Jonas’ exposed torso. The flesh felt hot under Drake’s fingers, a pink flush covering Nick’s chest as he still worked to rid himself of the jangles in his nerves that Drake’s body and touch were causing. “Alright, now for the stud pose.” Drake took a step to his right and spread his legs shoulder-width apart. Reaching down, he grabbed his crotch firmly and pulled up just a bit, squinting a little and making a `tough guy’ expression. Nick copied it…or, he tried to. “No, you’ve got to really…” Drake worked his wrist, jigging his crotch a little, tilting his chin up this time. He coughed when Nick flubbed the pose again. “Okay, let’s try this.” He moved around Nick again, closer this time, his chest so close that Nick could feel the heat radiating against his back. Looking over Nick’s shoulder, Drake wore an intense expression. “Say `I’m Nick fucking Jonas’.” “I’m…” Nick started laughing, cut off as Drake reached up and patted his chest, causing the younger man’s heartbeat to elevate again. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “I’m Nick Jonas.” He patted Nick’s chest again. “No, the whole thing.” “I’m Nick…fucking…Jonas.” “Again.” This time, his palm pressed down on Nick’s chest. “I’m Nick…fucking Jonas.” “Louder.” “I’m Nick fucking Jonas.” “Again. Even louder this time.” “I’m Nick motherfucking Jonas!” Drake’s stern expression broke out into a big smile, clapping Nick’s shoulder. “There you go! Okay, again…and this time with the pose.” “I’m Nick fucking Jonas!” He punctuated the sentence by gripping his crotch, his upper lip curling. “Did you just growl?” The aggressive expression on Nick’s face faded away. “No…did I?” Drake stepped back, his hand on his own chest now, giggling. “You fucking growled.” “No I didn’t. I think.” “I’m Nick Jonas…grrrrrr.” Drake copied the sound Nick had made at the end before descending into a fit of giggles again. Nick opened his mouth to protest…and wound up laughing as well. They couldn’t stop, a gale of giggles until they were laid out on the ground, tears streaking from their eyes. Slowly, they regained composure…until Nick let out a little growl again, causing them both to chuckle with glee again. “Whooooo…” Drake let out a deep breath, getting control of himself again. Sitting up, he shook his head. “Okay, no more growling. It’s not helping your look.” Rising to his feet, he held out a hand and helped Nick up as well. He exhaled again, clearing his throat to avoid another round of laughter. “Okay, let’s go through them one more time.” Drake moved around behind Nick again and once more lifted his arms, bunching his biceps. “Arms – guns out.” Nick copied the pose, working hard to make his biceps swell up. A hand reached around and patted his chest. “Remember, puff out the chest.” Nick took in a breath – partly to help make his chest look bigger…and also because the movement had brought Drake’s body closer to his own. The rapper’s chest had brushed up against his back for just a moment…and that good-sized bulge was resting up against the curve of his rear end, juuuust barely touching. “Point.” Nick extended his right arm towards the door, hand flat. Again, the tips of Drake’s fingers tapped along his arm and chest, each time causing their bodies to faintly touch. “Be sure to pull in your stomach.” A palm rested against Nick’s belly, applying gentle pressure. Nick sucked in – the hand stayed pressed against his skin, their bodies definitely in close contact now. The room might as well have disappeared since the only things that Nick was focused on was the hand on his front, the subtle presence of a mound of manhood against his butt, and Drake’s eyes looking over his shoulder. “Looking good.” “Thanks.” Nick swallowed again, even though his mouth had gone dry. “Now the big daddy.” They both smirked, suppressing another fit of chuckles as Nick curled his arms down, puffed his chest out further, and flexed hard. “Stomach…” Drake patted Nick’s midsection again. “Looking good, looking good. And last, the stud. No growling this time.” Grinning, Nick spread his legs, reached down, and grabbed his crotch. The tough-guy expression on his face faded, his eyes widening slightly as Drake reached up and pulled back on his shoulders. “Remember, you need to square these.” The motion caused Nick’s body to sway backward, nestling Drake’s groin against his rear rather than simply brushing up against it. “O-okay.” Blinking, Nick shook off the fluttery feeling racing through his body and focused on the poses. Eyebrows scrunching down a little, he curled his lip slightly as he gave his groin a little tug. “Not bad. A little more like this though.” Nick was a bit relieved when Drake stepped to the side to demonstrate…and also a bit disappointed. He’d enjoyed the touch of their bodies against one another. Next to him, Drake assumed the `stud pose’…and Nick’s head tilted, confused. “I’m doing the same thing?” “Not quite – there’s a, um, trick to the fingers.” “The…huh?” Drake bit his lower lip and looked up, trying to figure out what to say. “So…the point of the stud pose is showing off, right? “Yeah…” “You’re covering up.” Nick looked down – his shirt was off and his legs were spread. He wasn’t sure what he was covering up. He looked up again, one eyebrow raised in a question. “I’m…what?” “Your…junk. Hang on.” Drake slid back behind Nick and reached his hands around, letting them hover in the air. “Trust me?” “Uh, yeah.” “Okay. You’re covering up. Here…” Drake’s right hand dropped down and rested against the back of Nick’s hand, cupping it. “Bring your thumb up.” His own thumb moved, guiding Nick’s. “…and bring your other fingers this way.” His pointer finger pressed against the side of Nick’s, nudging his grip open a little more. “Now curl them.” His own fingers followed suit, pulling Nick’s digits closer in around his balls. “Aaand, there.” He looked up, gazing into Nick’s eyes in the mirror. His arm and hand were cradling Nick’s – the younger man was highly aware of how very close those fingers were to his manhood. Nick’s breath caught a little, both yearning for the other hand to close in further and feeling a little trepidation at the same time. His heart raced from excitement and nervousness. It was Drake’s turn to swallow before speaking. “So, see how your hand is posed now?” They both looked down at Nick’s crotch. “Before, you were doing this.” Drake’s hand shifted, hovering a millimeter away from Nick’s, blocking the center of groin. “Which covers everything up. Now though…” His hand moved up and squeezed Nick’s upper arm. “…you’ve got the goods on display. Which is a big part of the pose. Lure in the eyeballs.” “Ahh, I see.” Nick glanced up to meet Drake’s eyes for just a moment before bringing his attention back down. His thumb was resting on the top of his dick – with his fingers gently squeezing his balls, it made the whole bulge stand out more.” “Um…” He swallowed again. “Thanks.” Nick looked up, grinning a little. Drake gave his arm another squeeze “No problem, little buddy.” His nose scrunched up. “Yeah, not that either.” The pair laughed again – Nick was keenly aware of the way that Drake’s chest and stomach bounced against his back. Again, his insides rustled with apprehensive joy, making sure to keep his guard up and give away those feelings. “One more time?” `Shiiiiit…’ Nick’s mind let out an internal cry, wanting to say `yes’ and `no’ at the same time. He didn’t want this to end. At the same time, he felt a need to cut it off before he gave himself away. But it’d look awkward if he made up an excuse to head out…and he really didn’t want to go. The figurative angel and devil on NIck’s shoulders might have been sounding off at one another but it was really an argument between his brain and his dick. And, like most discussions between those two parts of the male anatomy, the dick won. “Yeah.” Nick nodded, his head moving up and down a little more quickly than he meant to. Drake grinned, happy to be helping someone out and being a role model..and at Nick’s almost-hidden enthusiasm at the game they were playing. “Alright – guns out!” Nick snapped into position, his hands curled up into fists near his head, squeezing his arms as hard as he could. He made sure to puff out his chest this time, which Drake noticed. “Hey, there you go, you got it now.” That large palm came down and patted his chest again. The Canadian stud grinned – based on Nick’s smile, if he were a dog he’d be wagging his tail right now. “Now…point. Aaaaalmost.” Drake pulled Nick’s arm back a couple of inches. The shift was pretty much unnecessary but it gave him an excuse to move his own body, which was now lightly pressing up against Nick’s backside. He caught Nick’s eyelids give the faintest flutter as Drake’s bulge rested against the other man’s rear. He could feel Nick’s breathing pick up a little at the touch. “Aaaand, big daddy.” Nick’s arms came down as he flexed. The movement caused his body to lean forward, which Drake corrected by placing his palm on Nick’s chest and pulling him back. If his chest was now firmly against Nick’s shoulder blades and his finger grazed the pert pink nipple…surely that was unintentional. “Okay, maybe little daddy.” He winked over NIck’s shoulder and then laughed when Nick stuck his tongue out. As he pulled his tongue in, Nick bit his lip a little – the laugh was causing Drake’s entire body to rock against his back, causing his heart to beat even faster. “Remember, you don’t want to hunch over. Try again.” Nick squared his shoulders, puffed out his chest, and flexed his arms again. Getting into the spirit of the moment, he curled his lip and gave out a little growl. Another laugh, another rocking of one body against another, and another increase in Nick’s heart rate. Drake swore he could feel Nick’s pulse where the other man’s shoulder blades rested against his pec muscles, flesh beating against flesh. “There you go, little tiger.” Nick let out another growl, both because of Drake’s words…and guessing that it might pull another laugh out of his new friend. His guess was right as Drake began chuckling again, the movement of his body sending a shiver down Nick’s spine. “Well, looks like we found you a new nickname. Lil’ tiger.” There was that hand again, patting his chest and resting there. “Grrrrr.” Drake copied Nick’s lip curl, letting out a little growl of his own. “Grrrrrr.” Nick let out another growl, longer this time, tilting his chin up. “Grrrrrrrrr.. Get `em, little tiger.” Drake shook his head as he leaned in closer, his chin above Nick’s shoulder. The move brought their bodies in complete contact, with Nick very much aware of the bulge nestled against his butt. The butterflies in Nick’s stomach threatened to break free at any moment. “Louder – put those vocal cords to work.” Nick let out another growl, louder and longer this time. He held the sound for a moment and then changed it, turning the growl into a tune, as if it were a singing tiger. Drake erupted with laughter – with his hand still resting against Nick’s chest, their bodies bumped into one another. Nick’s toes curled as he broke out into a big giddy smile. “Little tiger’s got jokes.” Drake winked, noting the way that the corner of Nick’s mouth curled up in an even bigger grin.” “Stud time.” Nick’s body moved on its own, used to routine already, well-trained from years of dance practice. His feet popped apart and his hand shot down, taking hold of his crotch. He tilted his chin up again, aiming to look tough. “How’s that?” “Almost.” “What? Almost?” “You forgot…your junk.” Drake’s hand dropped down to cradle Nick’s again. “Best way to remember is to start here…” Drake repositioned Nick’s hand so that his knuckles were up against his crotch with his thumb around where his happy trail met his pubes. “…and then slide your thumb down until it bumps up against…this.” Drake pushed his own thumb down, on top of Nick’s, dragging the thick digit down until it rested against the top of his dick. Nick could hear his pulse in his ears, his mouth dry. “And then…?” “Cup it.” Nick stretched out his fingers, curling them under his balls and pulling up. “There you go.” Nick looked up to find Drake’s eyes. They stared at each other as Drake continued fixing Nick’s pose. “A little tighter though.” Drake’s fingers pushed in on the back of Nick’s, oh so close to his nuts. “And squeeze a little here too.” Drake’s thumb applied a little bit of pressure to Nick’s, nudging it down so that Nick’s cock was pressed in by his thumb and the edge of his finger. “See the difference?” Drake’s eyes went down, with Nick’s following. In his reflection, Nick could see the way that the move made his bulge stand out – enough to draw the eye but not enough to be lewd. He swallowed again. “Yeah.” The word came out sounding husky, a noticeable difference from the boisterous tone when he’d been growling. Drake caught the change. “Remember how you felt when you were growling?” “Mmhmm.” Nick shook his head. “Channel that – bring it into your stud pose. Use that little inner tiger.” Drake patted his hand again, forgetting that it was resting against Nick’s hand in his groin and not his chest. He felt the smaller man’s breath hitch. “Hands on your hips.” Nick followed the instructions, relieved and a little disappointed when Drake’s hands moved to his shoulders, giving them a squeeze. “Relax.” Nick’s head tilted side to side, taking a deep breath. “Growl.” That sexy grin appeared again on Drake’s face as Nick let out another grrrr sound. “Aaaand…stud time.” Nick popped into the pose again, making adjustments based on Drake’s tips. “Better?” “Better.” Drake nodded, the motion causing his chest to rock gently against Nick’s back. “Almost 100%.” “Almost??” Nick looked down – his hand was exactly how Drake had positioned it before, his cock bulging between his thumb and forefinger. “You’ve got the grip, you just need the flow.” “The…huh?” “You’re thinking about it too much – it’s like watching someone processing their dance moves instead of just doing them and having fun, know what I mean?” “Ohhh.” Nick’s shoulders slumped slightly. “Ahh, none of that.” Drake pulled back on Nick’s shoulders. If that wedged their bodies closer together…all the better. “You just want it to be a fluid motion. Want me to show you?” Nick looked up to find Drake watching him, one eyebrow raised. “Sure.” In the next minute, Nick forgot to breathe. Drake took hold of Nick’s hand and brought it up, resting it against Nick’s chest. Drake’s own hand dropped back down. “Slide.” Drake’s thumb bumped up against Nick’s lower stomach, gliding down. “Bump.” For the first time, someone else’s finger pushed up against Nick Jonas’ dick. “Cup it.” Time stood still as Drake’s fingers quickly moved down and curled into Nick’s crotch, pulling up on the younger man’s balls. “Squeeze.” Those cute lips that belted out so many tunes parted, Nick’s jaw hanging a little as Drake’s hand clasped his manhood. “Got it?” Nick looked up from his crotch, and Drake’s hand on it, finding Drake’s dark brown eyes staring into his through the mirror. “Uh…” Maybe Drake misunderstood Nick’s stammer as confusion. Maybe he saw a chink finally open up in the armor that Nick had put up between himself and the rest of the world. Maybe he saw a glint of need in Nick’s eyes. Either way, his hand rose back up. “Aright, again then.” Nick watched in the mirror as Drake’s hand slid down, bumping into his meat, fingers coming down around his nuts, and squeezing his bulge…which definitely looked bigger than before. Drake could feel Nick’s pulse through the mound in the other man’s jeans. Drake gave one more little squeeze and then his hand was gone, resting on Nick’s shoulders. “Your turn.” Nick repeated Drake’s motions and words, the sound of his voice coming out of his throat with some effort. “Slide. Bump. Cup. Squeeze.” “Hey, you got it. Again?” Nick brought his hand up and then back down again. “Slide. Bump. Cup. Squeeze.” “Nice. One more time, without saying the steps this time.” Those cute pink lips pressed together, needing effort to stay focused and silent as Nick went through it one more time, more smoothly and quickly this time, until his hand was back in the now-familiar resting place of his groin. “See, practice makes perfect.” Looking up again, Nick found Drake’s eyes again. “Thanks.” The word was half-spoken, half-whispered. “Anytime.” Drake patted Nick’s chest again. “Want some more practice?” The look in Drake’s eyes was more intense now, drilling instead of staring, hungry. “More practice? With…um, the stud pose?” “Mmhmm.” Drake nodded, slowly. Nick wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not if the other man’s crotch was pushing up against his rear. “Su-sure.” The nod was a quick motion, Nick’s head barely moving. Once more, the broad palm encapsulated Nick’s hand. It moved up again – but instead of resting on Nick’s stomach, Drake bursa escort moved Nick’s hand out and to the side…and then between them, bringing it to rest on the Canadian’s stomach instead. Nick’s lips parted again and then closed as he swallowed hard. His heart felt like it was about to beat right out of his chest. Part of his mind yelled out to go – he could end this, leaving, pretending to himself and the world that he was totally straight, his career would be safe, no one would know. Another part cried out with longing – desire to be touched by someone else, a need that the fake relationships he’d had for the press couldn’t satisfy, a hunger to feel a man against him, inside him, on him. Nick shuddered, physically giving in to the deep secret side of himself that he’d hidden from everyone else for so long, too tired of pretending…and too filled with a hunger for more of Drake’s touch. The way his fingertips pressed down against Drake’s abs told them both everything they needed to know. “Slide.” Their eyes held onto one another’s as Nick slowly moved his hand down…down…down. He felt the soft ripples of Drake’s emerging six pack…and then the elastic waistband of his underwear. Nick’s pulse picked up even faster as his hand began going somewhere he’d only fantasized about, alone in his hotel room or in the shower, where no one could see. A soft sound rolled out from between his lips as the tips of his fingers bumped up into a large bulge. With his mind overloaded, his body went through the well-practiced movements as his fingers continued moving down, past the large lump, until his thumb came up against it. “Bump.” Swallowing, Nick nudged his thumb down, feeling it rest up against something that was…not soft and was warmer than the rest of Drake’s flesh. “Cup.” Another hard swallow as Nick lengthened his fingers and ran them over the mound below Drake’s dick, feeling how the cotton-encased balls gave way under his touch. Bending his knuckles, he wrapped his digits over the nut sack. “Squeeze.” Nick’s hand moved almost on its own, an extension of his desire as he gripped the crotch of another man, something he’d only imagined up until today. His nostrils flared in and out, his heart racing, feeling the lump throb gently against his palm. “Pretty good, little tiger. Grrrrr.” The growl came out softly as Drake’s nose traced up Nick’s neck, almost touching but not quite. Nick’s breath came out as a long shudder. That eyebrow cocked up once more. “Again?” “A…ye.” The word caught in Nick’s throat. Clearing it, he opened his mouth. “Yeah. Again.” Drake’s hand came up and moved Nick’s back onto the taller man’s stomach. Hot breath hit Nick’s ear as Drake talked him through the pose’s steps again. “Slide.” Down Nick’s palm went, more quickly this time, eager to find…there it was. His eyes closed for a moment as he found the bulge, which felt larger now. “Bump.” He pushed down with his thumb, sliding it back and forth just a little this time. Not much…but Drake noticed, the edge of his lips pulling into a grin. “Cup.” He felt Nick’s fingers circle down over his balls. Again, it felt like Nick’s fingertips were making faint scratching movements, as if he was trying to get a better feel of Drake’s package. “Squeeze.” He let the last word stretch as he said it, prompting Nick to squeeze longer and harder than before. Nick blinked – the lump *was* bigger than before. The throb was more prominent – he could feel Drake’s pulse against his hand. Another breath shuddered out between his barely-parted lips, his tongue darting out to wet them. “One more time?” Nick blinked, not sure how to process the question. Was that it – a little grope, teasing one another, nothing else? He felt a rush of disappointment, as if he’d gotten a taste of something amazing…and nothing more than just a taste. There was a small tinge of relief, stemming from the part of his mind that still kept telling him to go home, that this was a bad idea, and that it could ruin him. “Um. One?” The word `just’ wasn’t spoken out loud but it hung there in the air, apparent to both men. “Just one more.” Drake spoke quietly and nodded gently, bringing Nick’s hand back up, resting it onto Drake’s stomach. He shifted forward, eliminating any remaining gap as he pinned Nick’s hand between their bodies. Looking up again, catching Nick’s gaze, he placed his own hand against the skin of Nick’s stomach. “Together.” Nick lips parted and then closed – and then opened and shut again, trying to say something but unable to make the words. Instead, he bit his lower lip, which was trembling just a little, his body racing with nerves. The corner of his mouth tugged awkwardly into an anxious grin as he gave a quick nod. “Slide.” Nick’s eyes closed, feeling Drake’s stomach beneath his palm…and at the same time, the sensation of fingers tracing down his own skin as well, moving in unison. The puff of air that rolled across the edge of his ear as Drake spoke the word sent a jolt down his body, right into his groin. “Bump.” A sharp intake of breath flared Nick’s nostrils as they both pushed their thumbs against each other’s dicks…both men’s manhood pushing back, yearning to break free. Drake’s nose moved down, just baaaaarely tracing a path down Nick’s neck. “Cup.” Drake felt Nick’s body shudder as they both slowly and softly tucked their fingers into one another’s crotches. Warm breath hit Nick’s shoulder as Drake’s mouth created hard `c’ and `p’ sounds. “Squeeze.” Drake held onto the word, dragging it out as their grips tightened, firmly clasping one another’s crotches. Lips grazed Nick’s shoulders as Drake spoke, touching so lightly that Nick wasn’t sure if it was his imagination. “Squeeze.” He repeated the word…and their hands loosened slightly before tightening up again, getting an even better feel than before. Definitely not Nick’s imagination as Drake’s mouth moved lightly against the flesh of his shoulder, briefly, just in the amount of time it took to utter one syllable. Drake’s thumb slid along the firm lump in Nick’s jeans. Nick’s own thumb moved on its own, mirroring the motion. The bulge beneath his grip was bigger and harder, a strong pulse throbbing into his hand. Since Drake’s pants were thinner than Nick’s, it left little to the imagination about what lay beneath. “Squeeze.” Relax and tighten once more…and this time, Drake used his hold on Nick’s groin to gently pull him backwards. There wasn’t any space between them, so the only place Nick’s body had to go was even more firmly against Drake’s, the heat of their flesh merging. He felt the tip of the other man’s nose travel up his neck, bumping for just a second against his earlobe. The firm piece of meat in Nick’s grip jerked, bumping against his palm. In the quiet of the room, the sound that rolled out from between Nick’s lips was unmistakable. A whimper – soft and hesitant. As hushed a noise as it was, it wasn’t a cry of fear or concern. Drake heard something else at the heart of that whimper…and pressed for more. “Squeeeeeeze.” His lips bumped against Nick’s ear as he said the word. Instead of relaxing his grip, he just tightened it a little, the digits of his hand flexing slightly as he groped Nick’s package. He pulled Nick up against him again, gently pushing his bulge into the other man’s rear, a hand pinned between the bigger man and his goal…a hand that groped his hardening cock in return as Nick let out a slow moan. “You okay?” Nick forced himself to look back into the mirror. His cheeks and chest were flushed pink, a sheen on his forehead from a light sweat that had broken out. “I…” He swallowed, nodding. “You sure? You’re breathing really hard.” Drake’s free hand came up to rest on Nick’s chest – his heart was beating like crazy, feeling like the Jonas brother had been gone running a few miles. “I’m…I’m okay.” Nick tried to smile but the edges of his mouth wouldn’t cooperate – he was a mess of nerves and hormones. “Do you…want…to…um…” Drake’s cockiness faded. Nick’s eyes shone, both eager and hesitant, like a colt that was being trained for the first time. Concern weaved through Drake’s horniness – as much as he wanted to peel off the rest of Nick’s clothing, he also didn’t want to scare him or mess him mentally. His manhood did the loudest talking, throbbing hard and urgently into Nick’s hand. Nick closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. In his mind, he imagined a road splitting – two different paths…and he could only go down one. A part of him was afraid, screaming and tugging at his soul, trying to yank him in one direction. The other part was also afraid, just as earnest…but moaning rather than crying. Taking one more deep breath, he swallowed and opened his eyes. Drake’s warm brown orbs were there, patient, giving him all the time he needed. Nick’s mouth opened, started to close…and before his lips came together, they broke open again. “Yes.” His fingers squeezed down on Drake’s cock, feeling the heat radiating through two layers of cotton, beating against his palm. “Yeah, yes. Yes.” “You’re sure?” “Yes.” Nick’s voice was stronger, more confident…and showed just a bit of hunger. “That’s my little tiger.” The two growled together, chuckling lightly, as Drake’s lips came together and pressed against the hot skin of Nick’s neck. `Finally!!!’ Nick’s mouth parted but he bit the word back, his fingers clenching around Drake’s rigid dick again. “Growl for me.” “Grrrrr.” Nick started to feel silly, growling as Drake landed soft kisses along his neck and shoulder. But the other man was growling too, lightly – he could feel the rumble through those sexy lips, and it spurred him to keep going. “Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.” “Growl. For me.” Drake stared into Nick’s eyes in the mirror as his free hand slowly moved down Nick’s body. Nick whimpered again – partly from anticipation…and partly from impatience. The more the other man’s meat throbbed in his hand, the more he wanted it….and here, Drake was taking forever, his hands moving so slowly. Later, as Nick recalled the moment, he’d realize with a laugh that Drake’s hands were moving just fine – anything short of ripping Nick’s pants off felt painfully slow. The pink hue spread, further and darker, across Nick’s cheeks and his chest as Drake’s fingers reached the top of his jeans and undid the button. His entire torso moved – his chest rising and falling rapidly, his stomach quaking, as thick fingers plucked at the zipper and dragged it down…down…down…until the fly of Nick’s jeans was completely open, the word `DIESEL’ showing in big bold letters across the waistband of his underwear, a field of green appearing as more and more of his underwear came into view. “Mmmm…my second favorite color.” The unexpected comment caught Nick off-guard. “Second? What’s, um, your favorite?” He watched as fingertips toyed with the elastic strip. “Your first favorite.” “Brown. Tan. Maybe I’ll get you a pair.” Nick’s brain went down a rabbit hole. Drake getting him underwear. Did that mean he wanted to date? Did Nick even want that? Did he want to come back over? Yes – hell yes, he wanted to come back over…maybe. Shit, their pants were still on and…what the fuck? Drake felt Nick’s entire body tense up at what he’d meant as a joke. “I’m just teasing you. I don’t even know where you can buy brown underwear.” There, he felt Nick relax. “Easy tiger.” Drake tucked his fingers between the denim fabric and Nick’s skin, gently tugging down. Gravity took care of the rest as the jeans fell to the floor. A sizable lump strained at the basket of Nick’s boxer-briefs. A finger traced the outline of Nick’s hard member, sending a shudder through his body. “Damn, someone’s packing.” Those lips against his neck again. “Nice – very nice.” He teasingly tugged at Nick’s waistband, allowing the elastic to snap back into place. “Your turn?” Nick let out a breath, shaking a little as he turned around, taking another step down this new path. One hand moved up, pausing before coming down to rest on Drake’s chest – with their height difference, he had to reach up more than he anticipated. Hell, the top of the other man’s chest was almost at Nick’s eye level. His other hand kept a firm grip on Drake’s crotch, not wanting to let go of the stud’s bulge now that he’d touched it. Slowly, he slid his palm down Drake’s torso – he’d felt it against his back and under his palm, but looking and touching at the same time was something…different. As his fingers reached the top edge of the sweatpants, he looked down. `Daaaamn,’ he thought. The thin cotton didn’t hide much – the lump looked large, pushing the gray material out. Fingers shaking a little, he took hold of the cotton and took a deep breath, preparing himself to take another step down this long-forbidden road. Pulling the waistband towards himself, the pants easily moved to open up and shift as he pushed his hands down. A pair of briefs came into view – a bold teal stripe at the top…and brown cotton fabric hugging Drake’s thighs and crotch. Nick looked up with one eyebrow raised to find Drake biting back a laugh, eyes looking off to the side before coming back to meet Nick’s. Shrugging, he gave Nick a big smile. “Macy’s. You can buy them at Macy’s.” The wave of conflicting thoughts threatened to rise up in Nick’s mind again…and then faded, alleviated by Drake’s humor. Normally quick with a comeback, it took him a moment but he grinned back at the taller stud. “Good to know.” Winking, he let go of the sweatpants so that they could fall down around Drake’s ankles. The slight shaking of his hands was the only indication of his nerves. If they were in a cartoon, a lightbulb would have appeared over Drake’s head. He’d just thought that Nick was reserved – the slowness to respond to flirting, the shaking, the quietness of his noises (as if afraid to make a sound), the blushing, and the heavy breathing…the puzzle pieces came together. Tilting his head, Drake’s eyebrows knitted together slightly. “Nick, is this your…have you…?” The smaller man’s mouth pressed together, both from nerves and wondering if he was being judged for being a virgin. He shook his head left and right and looked down, feeling heat flush into his face. A finger nestled under his chin, gently turning Nick’s face back up. “Do you *want* to…” Drake shimmied his head, worried that if he used any words too sexual, it might scare Nick away. That colt-ish look was back in his eyes, along with worry. Biting his lower lip, Nick nodded – the movement was so subtle it was almost undetectable. Drake’s eyebrows rose, a silent question between them. Nick nodded again, stronger this time. He’d felt as if time stood still when Drake cupped his balls the first time…and flushed at the feeling of another man’s hands on his body. All of that paled in comparison as the Canadian singer, his new friend, leaned in. The gap between their faces closed until it was gone, lips pressing softly against his own. Drake worked his jaw, pursing his lips to deliver another gentle kiss. On the third kiss, Nick responded, the shock fading as he melted against the taller stud, leaning up and pressing forward with his mouth. The rest of the world disappeared. Nick was oblivious to anything that wasn’t Drake’s body – their toes curling against one another, thighs brushing, crotches pushing into one another, chests pressing together with each breath…and that mouth. He’d kissed girls, both for film and for show in public…but this. It was better – firmer, softer, more intense…and hungrier. When Drake’s tongue tapped his lips, he shuddered as he parted them, feeling it slip inside his mouth and move against his own tongue. He didn’t even hear the whimper he let out, louder than the earlier one..but he felt a hand reach down and squeeze his ass, pulling their bodies closer together. By the time their tongues were dancing together, Drake’s hands caressing Nick’s backside while the Jonas brother’s fingers raked along the back of the Canadian’s neck…a fireworks store could have gone off across the street and Nick wouldn’t have noticed…or cared. For a moment, Nick thought he might cum just from kissing…and then it was over. Drake’s lips pulled away, their foreheads touching, a finger trailing up and down Nick’s jaw. Jonas’ chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, trying to recover from the new sensations roiling inside. “You good?” Large brown eyes gazed into his own. Nick parted his lips to respond and then stopped. A mischievous twinkle lit up his eyes as he grinned, his lip pulling up slightly. A low growl rolled out of his throat, resulting in a soft chuckle from the tall stud cradling him in his arms. “Sounds like a yes.” With a wink, Drake’s hands slid around Nick’s hips – while one hand broke free, the other became intertwined with Nick’s fingers, holding his hand as Drake began moving towards the hallway. Nick’s guts fluttered as he realized they were making their way towards the bedroom. His pulse pounded in his ears again when he saw the bed. His mind reeled with a million possibilities of what they might do here. Catching something in Nick’s widened eyes, Drake tapped Nick’s chin again. “Hey…hey. Little tiger.” The words brought Nick back to the present. Drake’s eyes were wide as well, full of warmth. “Hear me – we don’t do anything you don’t want to do. Nothing you’re not ready for. But…” The corner of his mouth pulled up in that grin Nick found so endearing already. Drake’s voice softened, coming out husky and sexy. “But…we do everything you want to try. Okay?” His nerves calmed a little, Nick nodded, returning the smile. “Okay. My little man seemed to like kissing, so we’ll start with that.” Nick was caught by surprise as Drake lifted him up. His legs moved out of reflex, reaching out and latching around Drake’s narrow waist, his hands gripping the broad shoulders. Sliding a hand up and down one of Nick’s thighs, Drake’s cock jerked inside of his briefs at the feeling of these sexy legs wrapping around his body. Holding Nick’s backside, he brought the twink in for a kiss, slowly walking towards the other side of the room. Reaching the bed, he laid Nick down and then lay next to him, their legs twisting together as they began making out again. Hands roamed, exploring one another’s bodies. Nick’s hands went everywhere – the only place they didn’t linger was at Drake’s crotch. There, Jonas’ touches were light and swift, cautious about what might happen if he let himself take hold of the hard object between Drake’s legs again, now that they were in the bedroom instead of the living room. Sensing that Nick was absolutely not going to make the first move, Drake took matters into his own hands…and mouth. As his lips made their way down Nick’s neck again, pulling out another light moan, he kept going instead of stopping when he reached Nick’s shoulder. A lick along the slim collarbone earned another moan. Moments later, his tongue flicked Nick’s nipple, a hard nub perked up by the hormones flooding Nick’s body. Nick’s shudder turned into another moan, a loud one that filled the room this time, his back arching a little. Looking down, Nick found Drake’s lips wrapped around the nib, his jaw working as he sucked on it, one long slow pull after another. A hand slid down between Nick’s legs, groping a bulge that was so hard, it felt like it might rip through Nick’s boxer-briefs at any moment. With each suckle of Drake’s lips, Nick’s hips rose up – by the time he let go, his new friend was breathing hard again, that cute blush covering him from cheek to chest. Drake dragged his tongue up Nick’s upper torso until he dove between those cute lips, opening them up for another kiss. Breaking away, he grinned while rubbing the tip of his nose against Nick’s. “Want to try?” The nod was quick, sharp, and full of enthusiasm. Rolling onto his back, Drake tucked his hands behind his head, making his body available. Nick swallowed, a little unsure of himself as he ventured into new territory. His eyebrows pulled in a little as he remembered what Drake did and sought to copy that. Leaning in, he brought his mouth down right below the ear, planting a kiss on Drake’s neck. Moving down a little, he landed his lips down again. Nick stuck out his tongue to wet his lips – the tip hit Drake’s skin, earning a happy rumble from the Canadian. Curious, Nick stuck his tongue out and gave a little lick where his lips had just been – the rumble came again, a little longer and louder this time. With a pleased little smile, Nick began alternating between using his lips and tongue, working up and down Drake’s neck, earning soft groans and sighs of pleasure and encouragement. After numerous trips, Nick’s chin brushed against Drake’s shoulder, pulling forward the memory of the rapper’s mouth on his chest. Inhaling deeply, Nick pushed himself to move down into new territory. An expanse of mocha-colored skin filled his vision, Drake’s chest broader than his own, the pec muscles more fully developed from time in the gym. He ran the tip of his nose down a few inches, getting a sense of how the muscle swelled up, both from their larger size and Drake’s breathing. Pursing his lips, he brought them down onto the prominent collarbone. As his lips met the warm skin, he looked up to find Drake watching him, grinning slightly. He gave a little nod, encouraging Nick to keep going. Keeping his gaze locked with Drake’s, Nick sloooowly moved down…down…down…until his lower lip caught on something firm. Parting his mouth a little more, he felt Drake’s nipple settle between his lips. Closing them, he pulled softly with his jaw muscles, starting with a tentative gentle sucking motion. Drake’s eyes closed as a rumble rolled through his chest. Nick sucked on the nub again, longer and harder this time…earning a rumble that went longer and deeper. Gaining a bit of confidence, Nick began working his mouth harder, enjoying the feel of Drake’s flesh and the way his efforts were rewarded with sounds of pleasure from his friend. When his tongue accidentally grazed the hardened nipple, he heard a hissing intake of air. Drake’s chest rose up, pushing Nick’s face upward with it. Nick opened his mouth to ask if Drake was okay but was cut short. A hand palmed the back of his head and pushed down, gently clasping his face to the broad chest. “Don’t stop.” The words were a request, not a command…and Drake groaned as Nick obeyed. As those sexy lips sucked harder, Nick’s tongue moved over the nub. Starting with tentative licks, Nick became enraptured by the way Drake responded, groaning with his fingers buried in Nick’s long wavy locks of hair. The licks soon became lashes, the suckling turned into long hard sucks as Nick began feasting on Drake’s nipple. The world disappeared again – the only thing that existed was this chest and it was all his to explore. Nick didn’t even realize that his other hand was clamped down on Drake’s other pec, his fingertips digging hard into the skin as he worked feverishly on the hard nub that was the center of his attention, his nose mashed against Drake’s firm warm flesh. “Nick…Nick. Nick!” The words started soft and picked up a sense of urgency as Drake worked to penetrate the cloud of lust that his friend was lost in. Placing his thumb on Nick’s forehead, he nudged until those lips broke free. Jonas’ eyes were hazy with a far-away look, his breathing ragged. “So-sorry.” Swallowing hard, Nick focused on regaining control of his breath. Two hands reached under his arms and pulled him up until they were face-to-face again. Fingers ran down the back of his head. “Nothing to be sorry about. I just need a break. You…” Drake closed his eyes, letting out a long slow breath. Reopening them, he grinned. “You’re pretty good.” His grin grew as he watched Nick’s face light up. “Almost too good – I think you were about to suck this bad boy right off of my chest.” Reaching down, he made a show of massaging the skin around his nipple. Giving Nick another kiss, he rolled Jonas onto his back and turned so that his upper body was covering Nick’s. “My turn.” Drake lunged down, taking Nick’s nip in between his lips – the one he’d neglected before. He moved left and right, taking turns between the two nubs, feeling Nick wriggle beneath him as waves of pleasure went through his body. A hand reached down and massaged Nick’s inner thighs, working up and down but not touching his crotch, teasing him down below while Drake worked Nick’s chest. Letting go, he grinned again as he began moving south, planting small kisses and licks as slowly he made his way over Nick’s ribs…and then his stomach. Nick’s chest rose up and down as he watched Drake get closer and closer to his hips. Was he going to…? Nick’s thighs tensed at the same time that they spread open a little, feeling both eager and nervous. Looking up, Drake smiled as he tugged on the waistband of Nick’s underwear, only bringing it down about an inch. Holding Nick’s eyes with his own, he planted a kiss on the exposed stretch of skin and then a long lick…and then let the elastic snap back into place, grinning as he crawled back up, returning his mouth to Nick’s. The slight whimper that met his ears was well-worth the tease. “Your turn?” Nick nodded, eager. A glint crossed his eyes, causing Drake’s eyebrow to twitch upward. He could feel the two sides of Nick playing tug of war – a lustful hunger versus a cautious guarded nervousness. Drake rolled onto his back, hands nestled on his chest, curious which side would win out. He watched as Nick started with copying Drake’s movements again, sucking on the other nipple…and then moving back and forth. Once again, Nick began getting worked up, the new sensations causing his hormones to go haywire. Within a few minutes, he was working over both nubs with a sense of craving. Breathing hard, his mouth was open for a moment when he meant for it to be closed as his tongue raked over a nipple. Drake’s body bucked up beneath him. “Yeahhhh…” Tilting his head for a moment, Nick experimented by giving the nub another lick – this time, his tongue was flat as he gave a longer lick. “Fuck…” Drake’s chest rose up and down with a big heavy breath, fingers curling into Nick’s hair. Soon, Nick was all over Drake’s chest – if it wasn’t his tongue licking, it was his lips sucking at the flesh of Drake’s pecs or nipples, or his fingers clutching at whichever side his mouth wasn’t attending to. Hesitant earlier from overthinking the situation, his body was on autopilot mode now as it sought out what he’d craved for so long, encouraged by the sounds Drake was making, the way his body responded, those fingers playing in his hair and along the back of his neck. In a brief moment of lucidness, he recalled Drake’s other moves and started emulating those as well. The rapper watched as the boyband singer’s mouth moved south. Nick took much longer to make his way down, each inch of skin a new world of exploration. It seemed like hours as his lips and tongue traced along the ridges on Drake’s flat stomach. The only main difference was that Nick’s hands stayed on Drake’s torso, too focused to consider groping about elsewhere. Reaching the turquoise-colored waistband, he brought the tip of his finger to it, determined to play with Drake the same way the Canadian had teased him. Slowly, he curled the digit, bringing the material down with it, revealing just a little more of the stud’s body. His cock pulsed between his legs, harder than it’d ever been in his life. Bringing his face closer, Nick inhaled deeply to steel himself for the idea of his tongue being…down there…on a man. The breath brought in a heavy dose of pheromones, the muskiness of a man’s crotch, the cedar-like scent from the soap that Drake used, along with the rapper’s own natural aroma. The deep breath, meant to calm Nick’s nerves, lit them up instead. If Drake had been able to view Nick’s eyes, he would have seen them dilate like someone taking a drug. Nick’s brain exploded, a fire racing around inside his skull and down his spine, radiating out along his ribs, reaching his tail end. His cock, already rock hard, jerked inside his underwear as it stiffened even more, almost painfully so. A light groan, half whisper, rolled out from between his lips. His tongue was already extended, touching Drake’s flesh. He gave a long lap, savoring the new sensations. Where Drake had ended the teasing lick by letting go of Nick’s underwear, the younger man held the waistband in place, his thumb pinning it down as he licked again…and again. Forehead pressed down against the flat stomach, he began making out with the strip of flesh. The heat and manly fragrance emanating below drew him like a moth to a flame – his lips hit the teal elastic strip and then the brown cotton fabric below. Stomach gave way to thigh as Nick’s mouth went further down until his chin bumped against something firm, something that jerked against his cheek. Filled with a hunger he hadn’t known before, Nick moaned as he nuzzled the gap where Drake’s leg met his groin, a rigid lump pushing against his face as he rocked his head side to side. Drake watched, holding his breath, as Nick’s face shifted a little more to the side, his mouth making contact with the base of the other man’s shaft, still confined within his briefs. With little room inside, the piece of meat had lengthened out towards his left hip, pointing away from where Nick’s face was buried. Nick’s mouth groped at the root of the rigid member, lips and tongue working against the cotton until it was soaking wet with spit, slooooowly making his way to the left. Drake continued watching, entranced by the sense of craving that had taken over Nick’s body – his shoulders hunched as he took heavy breaths, each inhale bringing in more manly scent that Jonas quickly became addicted to, needing more, his nostrils flaring as he sought to breathe in Drake’s essence. He half-whimpered and half-growled, the volume raising and quieting down with the waves of need roiling his mind, always muffled since his mouth didn’t rise up away from the briefs at all. Nick was oblivious to anything that wasn’t Drake’s dick, until he reached the end. Slowly, the glossy look dissipated from his eyes as he returned to the present, finding himself sucking on the head…not quite at the tip but close. Pulling away, he found the brown cotton darkened by spit…a lot of it, marking a blobbed line from the center of Drake’s crotch out to the side. Where it ended, a small gap of normal color reappeared before darkening again where precum had pulsed out. He looked up, his eyes still seeming to look off in the distance, mouth hanging slightly open, panting. “C’mere.” The word came out a little croaked but still clear enough. A fingertip hooked gently under Nick’s jaw, leading him back up along Drake’s body, where their lips met again. Their bodies pressed together as they made out, Drake’s hands slowly roaming down Nick’s backside while the smaller man’s fingertips clung in, one hand on Drake’s side and the other holding onto his chest. Nick broke the kiss, blinking. “I…uh…I…” “That…was hot. Really fucking hot.” He saw something light up again in Nick’s eyes, that skittish nervousness abating once more. “It was? You…um…?” The words trailed off, unfamiliar with the art of talking to someone else during sex. “Little man. Dude.” Drake picked up Nick’s hand from his side and moved it down to his saliva-soaked briefs. “What do you think?” The way Nick’s mouth curled up into a grin caused him to start smiling as well. “Fucking. Hot.” “Thanks.” The word was mumbled, Nick’s usual confident attitude muted in this alien territory. “Your turn?” Nick’s eyebrows shot up, absorbing the idea as Drake rolled their bodies over. He kissed Nick again, hungrily, their tongues dancing. “Your turn.” He moved swiftly, his mouth latching onto Nick’s nipple again, sucking hard, listening as the twink moaned, hips twisting below. Having already ventured along Nick’s lower torso, he made quick work of it, arriving back at the green boxer-briefs. His mouth dove down, right in that space where balls meet leg, and devoured the area. Nick’s hips bucked up, inadvertently driving against Drake’s mouth, the rapper responded by redoubling his efforts. Sucking hard, he used his hands to push Nick’s rear back down against the mattress. The gasps coming out of Nick’s mouth turned into a long deep moan as a mouth moved against his cock for the first time. Drake feasted on the rod, fingers squeezing at the fabric as he left the underwear in place. Reaching the end, he didn’t stop – wrapping his mouth over it, he sucked hard, tasting the nectar that Nick’s dick had been leaking. Nick’s eyelids fluttered as the lips and tongue went to work, one hand gripping the base of his cock and squeezing it, milking it for more of the sweet fluid. His hips kept escort bayan trying to push up, meeting the source of intense pleasure, wanting more. Growling, Drake’s fingers extended and curled down, dragging Nick’s underwear down a little. He looked up, one eyebrow raised in a silent question. He waited until Nick opened his eyes again and looked down, wondering why the other man had slowed down. Drake repeated the motion, pulling again, the waistband so low that all of Nick’s happy trail was on display, a little bit of pubic hair revealing itself for the first time. Swallowing, he nodded. Holding his tongue flat, Drake gave slow long laps along Nick’s pole as he pulled down on the boxer-briefs, slowly, more and more of Jonas’ groin coming into view, the younger man’s chest rising sharply with anticipation. The slow tugging stopped when the base of his cock appeared. Nick blinked, expecting Drake to keep going. Instead, the other man’s mouth moved up, nipping the waistband with his teeth before parting his lips to plant a kiss on the root of Nick’s dick. “Ohh….” A soft sigh. Sticking out his tongue, Drake stiffened it and pushed down, driving the pink wet flesh under the waistband and along Nick’s shaft. “Ohhhh!!!” What started as a sigh turned into a loud moan. The underwear came down, inch by inch. Nick’s member didn’t see daylight as the cotton disappeared, covered up by Drake’s mouth as more of the rod appeared. At last, most of Nick’s cock was uncovered, only the head remaining hidden under the green fabric. He moaned, again and again, as Drake’s tongue took long slow laps along the length of rigid flesh…and then stopped. Nick looked down again to find Drake waiting. “Yes?” Nick nodded, quickly, urgently. Drake’s head tilted a little, resting his chin on the rock hard member. “Say it.” He wanted to hear Nick give voice to the obvious need radiating out from his body. Those cute eyebrows knitted together as different words ran through Nick’s mind, discarded for sounding either too basic or too cheesy. His mouth opened and nearly closed again, his jaw working to make a sound. “Please.” It was one simple word, heavy with emotions: need, want, lust, physical desire, an urge to satisfy something at last that he’d kept hidden away. It sounded almost like he was begging and giving a command at the same time. Keeping eye contact, Drake grasped the base of Nick’s cock with one hand, appreciating the ample girth as he pulled the underwear down with his other hand, freeing Jonas’ dick at last. Nick stared, not breathing, as Drake’s tongue moved up his shaft, swirled around the head of his cock, giving a couple of little laps to the tip. They were still staring into each other’s eyes as Drake’s lips parted and took in the end of Nick’s member. It was rock hard and hot inside his mouth, throbbing intensely. Nick’s body shook a little, his fingers clenching the sheets, his thighs tensing as inch after inch of shaft disappeared from view. When those lips met his groin, all seven inches devoured, Nick’s toes curled and his eyes closed, a long loud plaintive moan filling the room…followed by the slow, soft, wet sounds of a mouth sucking on a man’s meat. He’d heard that sound in videos he’d found online but it was different in-person…so different. And it felt…Nick’s mind grasped for a word but his brain was completely unfocused on thinking at the moment, when there was something so much more important happening between his legs. `Awesome – this is fucking amazing.’ The thought floated to the tip of his mind and faded away, the last coherent thing his brain put out for the next few minutes as Drake slurped away on his dick. The pole in his mouth was growing more and more rigid, the throbbing more insistent, thigh muscles tightening under his hands. Drake pulled off, sensing that Nick was nearing the point of no return. Crawling up towards the headboard, he nestled against the smaller man, cuddling as his fingertips grazed the smooth chest. “Why, um…” “Why did I stop?” Drake grinned a little at the hungry sound in Nick’s voice. “You were getting really close.” Nick’s eyebrows twitched, curious. It took a lot for Drake not to laugh – the kid was so lost in a haze of lust that he had a hard time connecting the dots. “You were close to…” He lifted his hands and spread his fingers out, making a “boom” sound. “Oh. Oh!” Nick blinked. “Is that…is that bad?” Drake grinned more broadly again, remembering his first time – how nervous *he’d* been and how quickly it’d been over. It’d only taken a couple of minutes for him to bust his nut, feeling both embarrassed and disappointed that it hadn’t lasted longer. “Naw, little man. It’s not bad.” The fingertip trailed casually along Nick’s collarbone and across his neck. “It’s pretty normal. Your first time is usually…really quick.” He chuckled, his fingers returning to Nick’s chest. “And intense. Do you want to…?” “My turn?” Nick looked down at the bulge in Drake’s briefs – what had appeared large before seemed even larger now that he seriously contemplated the idea of… Nick gulped. Drake chuckled, louder this time, turning into a low laugh. “I mean…yeah. If you want to.” That sexy smile and chuckle again. “I was asking if you wanted to…” He made a fist and opened it again. “Boom.” “OH! Fuck.” “Or that.” Nick’s eyes went super-wide. Drake placed his palm flat on the slim chest, reassuringly. “I’m kidding.” “Oh, okay.” Nick took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He looked down again – the lump looked long…and thick. Really thick. Picturing the idea of taking that in his…Nick’s rear-end tensed. He looked back up, swallowing even though his mouth had gone dry. “I don’t want to, um…” He copied Drake’s open-hand gesture. “…yet.” “Alright.” Drake leaned down, kissing Nick’s lips. Pulling away, he rested his head in his hand, waiting. “What’s little tiger want to do then?” “Little tiger wants to…” Nick paused, chewing his lower lip. Laying naked on the bed, in front of someone else for the first time, he felt exposed and a little jumpy. At the same time, Drake made him feel comfortable…and the memory of his face being…down there…brought a heated flush back to his cheeks. A shy grin pulled at the end of his mouth. “Little tiger wants to eat.” He raised one eyebrow, trying to look cocky…and also seeing how the line had landed, his heart thumping in his chest. “Oh, really?” Drake’s grin grew, his eyebrows rising as well. `Theeeere he is,’ he thought warmly. He pulled Nick up on top, cradling his hands in the curve of the smaller man’s lower back. He felt something jutting and throbbing against his hip. “And what does little tiger want to eat today?” “Grrrr.” Nick leaned into the playfulness, which made him feel more at ease somehow. He pushed his forehead against Drake’s chest, rocking his head back and forth, giving out a couple more little growls. Looking back up, he kept his lip up in a snarl for a moment before that timid grin resurfaced. “Little tiger wants to eat…man meat.” The words came out a little shaky, undermining the confidence Nick was trying to exude. “Well, you’re in luck, Mr. Jonas.” Drake’s eyes darted down and back, with a little upward nudge of his hips. Winking, he grinned as he ran a finger up Nick’s spine. “Looks like that’s on the menu today.” His arms moved back, hands settling behind his head again, the picture of relaxation. “And all yours.” Nick licked his lips, both from hunger and trepidation. Leaning down, he let out a long breath against Drake’s chest, trying to hide it with a lick…then another breath and a lick. Drake smiled, not fooled – he could see the way Nick’s fingers quivered every so slightly. Jonas moved down again, taking his time. He’d explored Drake’s torso a couple of times today but the experience was still fresh…and he was steeling himself for what felt like another big step. A band of teal came into view again. Gulping, Nick hooked his thumbs and fingers along the sides and pulled down. `Oh fuck!’ His eyes widened in surprise. His hands had jerked during the tug, bringing the briefs down further than he’d meant. He also hadn’t anticipated how…brief the amount of material was. The blue-green band was laying across Drake’s balls, a hefty member flopping out and filling out now that it was released from its clothed prison. Nick reached out and ran his finger along the base, shaking as he trailed up an inch or so before returning to what felt like a safe zone back near the elastic strip. He let out another breath, the tip of his tongue appearing between his lips for a moment as he gazed on the amount of man meat he’d joked about devouring. Nick felt like he had a pretty nice-sized dick. He was guessing, since he was comparing to guys from online porn movies and videos and pictures from anonymous chat apps. This though…it looked like one of those adult toys, a little exaggerated in size. He’d measured himself at about seven inches – this was…eight? And a half, maybe? And thicker. And he was nervous. `How the hell am I supposed to fit all of this in my mouth?’ he thought. `And how do guys fit this…there??’ Drake had taken him all the way, so maybe it went down easier than he thought. Nick took another deep breath as he leaned down. Freed from the briefs, the musky aroma was stronger, filling his senses once more. He swallowed again, this time because his mouth was watering as a lustful hunger began lighting a fire inside him again. Stopping an inch away, he looked up. From this angle, the shaft looked even longer and thicker, causing him to bite his lip for a moment. Slowly, his tongue reached out, closing the space between them…and made contact. Nick slid the tip up and down a little…and then more. Drake watched as the laps became longer and harder. The angle of Nick’s face allowed him to see the twink’s eyes slowly glaze over again, the black dot in the center of each orb growing smaller. `Daaaaaamn,’ he thought. He’d seen guys who were `hungry for cock’ but not literally. His shaft jerked on its own, tapping against Nick’s mouth, turned on by the lustful glow on the younger man’s features. Any hesitation Nick might have felt seemed to fade away as he took hold of the fleshy mast, squeezing its weight in his hand as he continued licking its length like it was the world’s tastiest lollipop. Arriving at the top, he copied Drake’s moves again, running his tongue around in circles, tracing the ridge of the helmet-shaped cock head. Precum oozed out, running down the bulb before being run over by Nick’s tongue. He let out a muffled moan as his mind exploded again, latching his lips to the end and suckling it, eager for more. “Oh fuck…” Drake reached down and ran his fingers through Nick’s hair, letting out his own moan. “Ohhh…fuuuuck.” He watched as Nick’s lips pushed down, past the head and onto the shaft. They opened further apart to take in the part where Drake’s cock grew thicker, right below the head – clearing the girthy portion, they kept going…and then stopped. Nick’s eyebrows pulled together as he pushed his face further downward…and then came up suddenly, coughing. “Sorry, I forgot. You don’t have to…” Drake was cut off as Nick dove back down. Having just met, he wasn’t aware of the other man’s competitive and perfectionist streaks in his personality. Nick’s mouth opened again to engulf the thick piece of meat, determined to get it all the way down his throat. Again, the large head met the tight opening at the back of his mouth and triggered his gag reflex, causing him to pull off again. He looked up, coughing, eyes wet from gagging. “Little dude. You don’t…that takes practice.” Nick looked up, using the heels of his palms to clean off his cheeks, looking confused. Drake gave him a patient look that masked a bubble of amusement, trying not to chuckle since it might make Nick think he was laughing *at* him. “You…so, everyone has a gag reflex. It takes some practice to learn how to, um, get past it so you can, you know…” He made a gesture of shoving something into his mouth. “…all the way.” “Oh.” The word sounded small as Nick dealt with the setback. “What about the, uh…” He looked down. “…the rest of…it?” “That?” Drake let out the chuckle he’d been holding back. “Man, don’t worry about that. I *promise* what you were doing felt great. And if you want to worry about the rest of…that…you can always…” He held up his hand in a fist, pumping it up and down in the air. “Ohhh!” Nick blinked, kicking himself mentally for not thinking about that. “It’s fine.” Drake caressed Nick’s hair again. “Take your time. Little tiger can eat as much `man meat’ as he can…and just paw at the rest.” Nick rolled his eyes at the puns, which were similar to the type of nonsense Joe might use as jokes. Thinking about his brother while holding a dick in his hands made Nick scrunch up his nose, shaking his head to clear away thoughts of Joe and his awful jokes. Eyebrows curled up, Nick concentrated as he brought the cock back into his mouth, going slower until he felt it nearing that tricky spot in the back of his throat. `Stupid gag reflex,’ he thought, determined to overcome what he saw as an annoying physical limitation. He pulled back up before going back down. A hissing sound hit his ears. Looking up, he saw Drake wincing. “Teeth.” One of Nick’s eyebrows went up, confused, unable to ask what Drake meant since his mouth was still full of dick. “Don’t – it’s a common rookie mistake.” Drake kept his hand on the back of Nick’s head to keep him from pulling off. He wanted Jonas to use his mouth for something besides talking. “Sorry, I haven’t….done this with a virgin before. My bad. Don’t worry, I’ll talk you through it.” He tried not to laugh at the determined-but-kinda-annoyed look Nick had, mixed with the obviously high level of horniness the singer was feeling. “Okay, open your jaw a little more. Don’t worry about how it looks – you just want space between your teeth and my dick…but you want those sexy lips of yours to still be touching it.” Nick worked his jaw based on Drake’s instructions, then gave a test bob up and down. “Thaaat’s it – just like that. And if you’re ever not sure, you can kinda curl your lips over your teeth – that works too. Oh fuck, that’s it, up and down, atta boy, no teeth now, you got it.” Nick’s head moved up and down at a quicker pace, feeling encouraged. “Alright, you’ve got the basics down. Ready for some techniques?” He grinned as Nick gave a thumbs-up, still sucking up and down. “My man.” Drake grinned. “Okay, try turning your head a little as you go up and down.” He watched as Nick’s face swiveled. It looked awkward at first, as Nick got used to the flesh pole moving in and out of his mouth at a different angle. Gradually, he got the hang of it and was moving his jaw with a hot little swivel action as he went up and down. “Damn. Daaaaamn. That’s good.” Nick’s eyebrows went up. “It’s real good.” Fingers drove through Jonas’ locks again as Drake sighed. “Ready for more?” Nick nodded. “Oh, well fuck, actually…keep doing that.” The edges of Nick’s lips, already stretched wide, spread a little further as he smiled. He began nodding his head as he sucked the pole. When he began mixing the two motions, nodding and swiveling, Drake groaned, his eyes fluttering. “God damn – you’re good.” “Really?” “Little man. Do I look like I’m joking?” Nick saw the rod jerk in the air, visibly bouncing with the other man’s pulse. “No.” “No. That was…oooof.” Nick’s mouth was back, doing what he knew Drake liked. “Use your hand, at the bottom.” Nick’s fingers wrapped around, not able to touch, and began pumping. “Slower. There you go. And you can squeeze too…ohhh.” Drake’s head hit the pillow, sighing as his toes curled, thoroughly enjoying Nick’s efforts. “Alright…ready?” He caught a thumbs-up at the edge of his vision. Pulling himself back up onto his elbows, he watched the twink in action – Nick had managed to get maybe another inch down his throat, making it about halfway down. `Not bad.’ Moaning again as his cock tapped the back of Nick’s throat, he paused to enjoy the moment. “Okay…pick one…mmmm…motion, but mmmmm….vary how hard you’re sucking. Remember the teeth.” Nick’s eyes narrowed as he concentrated – this felt harder, trying to suck harder while keeping his teeth away. He only nicked the shaft a couple of times, based on the changes to the sounds Drake made. “Oh, nice. Keep sucking…hard and soft…but switch the moves, there you go. Don’t forget your hand. There…mmmm.” “Damn – this is a lot of work.” Nick pulled off, a shiny string of saliva connecting his lower lip to the end of Drake’s dick. As soon as the last word was out, he was back at it, stuffing his mouth again, leaving Drake to let out a long hard laugh. “Don’t worry – it’ll come naturally once you get the hang of it. Just gotta keep practicing.” He winked as his knuckles stroked Nick’s cheekbone. A thin eyebrow went up as a silent question. “That’s…about it for now. Maybe use your tongue a little? But you’ve got…mmmmm…most of it…fuuuuck.” Drake dropped back down, pulling the pillow towards him to prop his head up so that he could watch Nick. Absent of any more talking, the room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, moans, and slurping. Jonas began pulling off occasionally, rubbing his jaw. Singing gave the muscles there some stamina but they weren’t used to being pried open like this for so long. He knew that the harder he worked at it, the more moans he got out of Drake, so he kept picking up the pace. With his lack of experience, he didn’t realize the impact of that decision. After several minutes of intense mouth work, Drake’s legs were moving around a lot more, the moans sounding more strained. “Nick. Nick.” Drake let out a heavy breath. “Tiger. I’m getting close.” Nick’s eyebrows came together, confused. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…fuuuck!” At the last moment, as Drake’s body began to go rigid, Nick realized what was about to happen and pulled off. Before his eyes, Drake’s member turned into a cum cannon, firing out several shots. Left without anything to hold it in place, the rigid pole jerked around, sending jizz flying onto Drake’s chest and all over the sheets,to his left and right. The last few pulses made a pool of cum on his stomach, trapped in the soft ridges of his abs. Mesmerized, Nick reached out and touched the fluid, gingerly, as if it might burn his skin. “Ungh…ohhhh.” The last waves of orgasm racked Drake’s body, his chest hitching. “Fuck.” He let out a long breath, enjoying the afterglow. His attention returning, he looked at Nick, reaching down to ruffle his hair. “Not bad.” The look on Nick’s face caused him to laugh so hard, he began coughing, jizz running down over his sides and onto the bed. “I’m kidding. That was really fucking good. Especially for a first timer.” “Not great though?” Drake rolled his eyes, smiling as he brought himself up into a sitting position so he could be closer to Nick. “How many people are great their first time?” He waited, one eyebrow raised. Nick didn’t answer – he just scrunched up his nose, his lips screwing together, both determined and frustrated. Chuckling, Drake ruffled Nick’s hair again before reaching for his briefs, using them to wipe his stomach and chest. Tossing them to the floor, he tackled Nick, landing the twink on his back. “Your turn.” He disappeared from Nick’s view, his mouth instantly devouring Nick’s cock. “I…ohh…ohhhhhh.” Drake’s hands were everywhere, his lips bobbing up and down Jonas’ entire length, using every technique he knew. A couple of minutes later, Nick’s legs began pulling back and forth. “Drake. I…I’m…stop. I’m going to…ahhhh!!!” Nick squeezed his eyes tight, fireworks going off on the inside of his eyelids. A wave of pleasure exploded out of his chest. It felt like it ran down through his stomach, exploding out between his legs. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!” His fingers clenched the sheets, his hips shoving up into the air, bucking, as his entire body threw itself into this act of release. The feeling was so intense, he felt like he might black out. Opening his eyes, the room looked faded – it took some blinking before everything looked normal again. And he felt…up? At some point, Drake had placed a hand under his rear, holding him up as he came. Slowly, he was lowered back to the bed. Working his jaw, the rapper pulled the last remaining drops from Nick’s tool, each bit of cum going down his throat. Pulling off, he let out his own satisfied sigh. “You…did you…?” “Swallow your load? Yeah. You, Mr. Jonas…” Drake planted a kiss on Nick’s stomach. “Taste…” Another kiss, on his chest. “Great.” Nick stared at Drake, both in shock from the blowjob and Drake…doing…that. “Are you supposed to, um, swallow it?” Nick’s face was an open book, afraid that he’d messed up his first blowjob. “No, not at all.” A finger traced over Nick’s chest, the tall stud’s form hovering over his slim one, a comfortable cocoon. “Some guys like to. Hell, some guys loooove to. Some guys, not so much.” “Did you…want me to…?” “Nick. Little tiger. My little tiger.” A nose came down and nuzzled his hair. “What did I say earlier?” Brown eyes glanced up, trying to recall anything from before the last hour or so. “Um…not anything I’m not ready for, anything I’m not okay with trying. Something like that?” Drake was impressed – the kid had a good memory. The words weren’t exactly what he’d said but were pretty damn close. “Exactly. And if you pulled off, you weren’t ready for it. And that’s fine.” A tender kiss found Nick’s forehead. “What, um…” Nick looked back and forth between Drake’s eyes and then down at his mouth. “What does it…you know, taste like?” “Do you want to find out?” Those cute eyebrows, scrunching up again. “But didn’t you just, um, go?” Giggling, Drake stroked the dark fuzzy line of Nick’s eyebrow. “Came? Yeah, I just came. I’ll need a little bit before coming again. But, if you want a little taste, I know where you can find some. Just a little.” Winking, he stuck out the tip of his tongue. The lightbulb over Jonas’ head popped on. “Oh. OH.” One thick eyebrow, inches above his, rose up. “Um, yeah.” “You sure?” Drake moved in, closing half of the gap between them. “Yeah. Yes.” “Oka-” Drake’s words were cut off as Nick tilted his face up and found Drake’s mouth with his own. Opening up, he allowed Jonas’ tongue inside, letting it explore his again, finding the taste different this time. Nick let out a little muffled growl as he pushed himself further up, his lips pressing harder against Drake’s. The kiss went on for a while, until Drake pulled away, feeling like his lips might go numb. Nick fell back to the bed, panting lightly. “How was it?” A little grin. “Not bad.” Drake glowered, his own jest coming back to haunt him. “Kidding. It was…different. But good.” “It’s better directly from the source.” Another kiss, quick and gentle this time. “Oh really?” Drake rolled over onto his side, pulling NIck up against him. “Mmhmm.” Using his feet, he pulled the pillows over from the other side of the bed, placing one under Nick’s head and then his own. Spooned up together, he nuzzled the back of Nick’s neck with his nose. “Drake?” “Mmhmm?” “Do you think I’ll be able to get your whole…thing, um, down my throat?” He swore he could feel the other man’s mouth move into a smile against the back of his head. “Yep.” “You’re sure?” He got a yawn as a response. “I’m sure. For one, you sound determined. Also, practice.” “Makes perfect.” “Mmhmm.” Moments later, heavy breathing was the only sound Drake was making. Nick looked at the window, sunlight pouring through the curtains, casting a warm glow onto the bed that didn’t match the one beaming from Nick’s face. He re-ran everything through his mind, from the poses all the way to Drake cuddling up behind him, unable to believe that…this, it, had happened. The images ran on repeat, again and again, until he drifted off to sleep, a big smile on his face. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Drake stared at Nick’s ass, watching the muscles of his rear and thighs tense and relax, again and again. He wanted to reach out and run his finger down the center, delving into the crack, and play with his hole. But…anytime his fingers got close, the cutie’s entire body went rigid and he’d scoot away, still not ready for any sort of exploration of his ass. Grinning, Drake was content with something that Nick was comfortable with – reaching up, he spread his hands wide and took hold of each cheek, gripping and pulling down. Nick moaned as his cock sank down Drake’s throat, his balls pressed against the Canadian’s forehead. Using his thumbs, Drake pushed the smaller man’s body upward, seven inches of meat sliding out of his mouth…and then pulled with his fingers, devouring the member once more. He lost himself for awhile in the rhythm, savoring the taste and feel of Nick’s cock, until something else caught his attention. An excited sound, loud but muffled. Drake pulled his mouth off of Nick’s piece and looked down, past his chest and stomach, to where the cute slim face hovered over Drake’s crotch. Jonas had learned to overcome his gag reflex. Well, mostly. Nearly the entire length of Drake’s cock had disappeared down Nick’s throat, leaving just a couple of inches left between the twink’s lips and the rapper’s balls. Grunting, Nick tried to force his mouth down further. He wound up pulling away, coughing and his eyes watering. Shaking his head, he devoured the hefty piece of meat again, determined to take the last bit…and came away coughing again. “Dude, relax. You’ll get there. Enjoy yourself, don’t push yourself.” Nick looked down, between their bodies, smirking. “You can do both at the same time.” He listened though, lapping his tongue up and down the eight inches instead of trying to consume them. When they’d woken up from their nap, Drake had asked him what he wanted to try next. Nick preferred to work on blowjobs some more – unable to decide who would suck who first, Drake had introduced Jonas to his first 69, one of the Canadian’s favorite positions. While Nick tongued his shaft, he turned his attention to the other man’s balls, covered in a light fuzz. “Ohhhh…” “Feels good?” He gave another long lap over one nut, then ran the tip of his tongue around and around the fleshy orb. “Mmmmm…yeah. Very. Ooooh!” Nick’s thighs tensed again as waves of pleasure rode up from his crotch. Coming back to the moment, he decided to copy Drake’s moves again. Leaning down, he nuzzled the sac underneath the big dick. Their height difference made it a little hard to reach, so he wound up cradling the balls in his hand, lifting them up so he could lick them. “Try…mmm…sucking…” The words cut off as Jonas’ mouth wrapped around a ball and took it in, working his jaw. “Oh, fuck. That’s it. Fuuuuuuck.” Drake’s head rolled back as Nick turned his attention to the other nut, then began going back and forth. “Any…” *slurp* “…tips?” *slurp* “Uh,” Drake exhaled, unable to think clearly while someone was paying attention to his balls. “Just…go to town.” He groaned as Nick’s mouth mashed into his sac, making out with his nuts. After a few moments of enjoying the attention, he returned the favor. Taking hold of Nick’s haunches, he tugged down, bringing Nick’s groin to his face. He began slowly, breathing and trying to focus on Jonas – if he paid attention to what the kid was doing, he’d wind up busting sooner than he wanted to. His eyes fixated on the view in front of his eyes – pulling Nick down had spread his legs a little. Drake could juuuust make out the small knot of flesh marking the entrance to Nick’s rear. Growling, he began working on Jonas’ balls while pretending he was eating that hole out, small guttural sounds rolling out of his throat. He could make out the small wisps of hair encircling it, lining the length of Nick’s crack. `Fuck – I just want to…’ The thought trailed off, replaced with the image of his hands pulling those slim cheeks apart, putting the rosebud on full display for a moment before covering it with his tongue and mouth. The fantasy was driving up the intensity of his mouth’s efforts, which brought forth gasps and moans from Nick. “Drake. Draaaaaaake. Ohhhhh…uhhh…” He pulled his hips up, feeling the thick fingers slide down to his thighs. “Huh?” The other man panted, mouth hanging open. “I was…if you kept going, I was going to…” His cheeks flushed a darker shade, still embarrassed to use words like `cum’ out loud. A chuckle from below rocked Nick’s body. “Trust me, I know. If you want me to bust, you just work that sexy mouth of yours on my balls. That’s kinda the point of all this, to make each other cum.” Winking, he patted Nick’s thigh. “I know.” The blush deepened further. “But, I kinda wanted to keep…not to, you know, yet.” “Ahh.” Checking the clock by the bed, Drake returned his attention south. “We’ve still got all day, unless there’s somewhere you need to be?” A head shook silently in response. “Okay, that’s good. We’ll try a few other things then, starting wiiiith…” His thumb nudged the base of Nick’s cock, pointing it down. His right hand slid up and took hold of the slim hip, pulling on it. Nick’s dick slid back between his lips and down his throat, until every inch was gone. Shifting his left palm up to the other side of Nick’s waist, Drake gently pushed up, bringing the other man’s body up, until he felt the thick cockhead bump against the inside of his lips. Reversing the motion, he brought Nick down…and then back up again…down…up. Getting the rhythm, Nick began making the motions on his own. As he began driving his rod in and out of Drake’s throat, he moaned at the sensation of the tight velvet grip around his shaft…and his moans intensified whenever Drake made a sound, the vibrations running down the length of Nick’s flesh to his balls. Cautiously, he picked up the pace a little. “Is this…okay?” Drake’s hand came down to the mattress, making a fist with one thumb up, jerking it to emphasize his point. The hand returned to Nick’s haunches, fingers raking the skin as Jonas began working his hips faster, enjoying something else that was new – throatfucking. He wouldn’t have a name for it until Drake told him later, but he knew that he liked it. Drake was appreciating it from his point of view as well. Hell, he was happy if a guy wanted to use his throat to get off. But on top of that…Nick’s thrusting, combined with his legs spread out in order to straddle the broad torso…his cheeks were opening up even more than before each time his hips pumped up. He stared, hypnotized, swearing that the hole was winking at him, as if it were inviting him in. The sight caused Drake’s breathing to get more intense, his breath blasting out of his nostrils and against Nick’s balls, spurring the younger man to go faster and harder. As Nick’s own breath began to slam in and out of his lungs, sweat breaking out over his body, the rhythm of his hips became more jerky. “Drake. I’m…Drake…Ah! AhhhhhhHHHHH!!!!!” Surprise from Drake pulling his hips down, slamming his cock home, turned into bliss as he began to explode, shooting his load right down the other man’s throat. The rapper’s moaning and swallowing made vibrating milking motions along his dick, prolonging his orgasm as his body shook above, eyes squinting hard, crying out. Drake groaned below, not just from the feeling of a man’s cock throbbing in his gullet. Pulling Nick down had spread his cheeks far apart. Each time Nick’s rod fired another shot of cum, the muscles of his body tensed…including that one knot of muscle just inches from Drake’s eyes. The fucking thing *was* winking at him now, so close but so fucking far away. He groaned again, in pleasure, hunger, and a little bit of frustration. Nick’s body slumped down, spent, curling up along Drake’s long form. His sexual mentor continued suckling on the piece of meat as it slowly softened, nursing out more drops of nectar, until it plopped out from between his lips. As Nick came back to Earth, he found himself nuzzling something hard and throbbing. Eyes still closed, enjoying the feeling of bliss, he opened his mouth and took in Drake’s cock again. Slowly, he shifted his weight, turning as he dismounted from the stud. He stopped when he was laying face down between the thick thighs, staring up into Drake’s eyes. Drake shifted back slowly, up against the headboard, giving Nick more space on the bed to stretch out. The younger man moved with him, not letting the dick out from between his lips once, that hunger lighting up his eyes again. As Drake settled in among the pillows, Jonas pulled off and dropped down, bringing his attention bursa escort to the balls below, enjoying the moans he heard – the moans that he was causing. He went back and forth, licking and sucking Drake’s balls while pumping his cock with one hand…and then moving up and devouring the large member, still unable to get those last two inches inside. He smiled around the meat, watching Drake. Nick liked seeing how the other guy responded. He liked the idea that what *he* was doing caused the other man to moan, to feel good, to flex and tense his body. He enjoyed the way that the thick shaft widened his throat each time he took it in, the way the shaft tasted, throbbing against his tongue and cheeks. The way he could feel the texture of Drake’s dick against his lips – it was so different than the skin anywhere else. It felt thin and thick at the same time, soft and hard…and hot. The piece was radiating heat in his mouth. He kept going faster, sucking harder, licking more intensely. The same animalistic side that had taken over when he shoved his face against Drake’s briefs came back, hungry as hell, lighting up his eyes as he kept staring into Drake’s warm brown eyes. He wanted to see the look in Drake’s eyes when he… Somehow, even in a haze of lust, Nick’s mind still wouldn’t form “dirty words”. At least his cheeks couldn’t get any darker – they were already flushed red as he inhaled the thick dick, working his lips up and down its length. “Nick.” Nostrils flared, blasting hot air against the shaft, which glistened wet with Nick’s spit…whenever the shaft was actually in view. Those moments were becoming fewer and shorter. “Nick…” Drake’s lip curled, teeth gritting as he tried to hold back. “Nick! I’m…dude…” Nick’s eyes blazed up at him as the smaller man stopped, lips halfway down the pole…and began sucking on it as hard as he could. “Oh fuuuUUUUCKKKK.” The spasm that went through his body made him want to slam his eyes shut…but Nick’s stare kept them half-open, gazing at each other as his cock burst in Nick’s mouth. Nick’s look of lust mixed with surprise – the load erupting from Drake’s hose felt bigger in his mouth than it’d looked hitting his stomach. Forgetting to swallow, Nick’s mouth filled up with cum within a few pulses and began spilling out, bursting out between his lips and flowing down the rigid pole as it continued quaking. Instinct finally took over and Nick’s throat worked to swallow what was already in his mouth. He wound up pulling off, sputtering a little, feeling as if he might choke – it felt so *thick*. He looked down at the fluids streaking down Drake’s dick, confused how something that looked like juice could feel so…heavy. “Nick.” He blinked, pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of someone saying his name. “Huh?” “Ni-.” Drake bit his lip, trying not to moan and laugh at the same time. Jonas’ face was a cum-covered mess, looking sexy and amusing at the same time. Jizz coated the lower half of his face, hanging off of his chin. With his jaw hanging open, streaks of Drake’s juices formed lines between his upper lip and his lower lip. The confused-puppy expression, like a balloon had exploded in its face, made it difficult not to laugh. “I…there was…too much…” Nick swallowed out of a nervous habit. He became more aware of the cum coating the inside of his mouth, the thick taste lining his throat. His eyes closed halfway, a hushed moan rolling out between his puffed lips. “Tiger.” “Hmm?” He looked up, dazed. “You missed a little.” Drake smirked as he ran his thumb across Nick’s chin – there was more than a `little’ that he’d missed. Drake only meant to clean off Nick’s chin; however, as his thumb grazed Jonas’ lower lip, the instinct to suckle kicked in. Nick’s lips pursed, wrapping around the thick digit, pulling on it. “Ohhh.” Drake sighed as he pulled his thumb away, completely cleaned. Hell, there was barely any spit on it. He ran his thumb over more of Nick’s chin and slid it up, barely tapping the lower lip, watching as it opened up again and took him in, sucking on it until it was free of Drake’s juices. “Fuck…looks like my little tiger’s still hungry.” Drake kept going, taking his time, mesmerized by the lust lighting up Nick’s eyes, the little submissive way his eyebrows pulled up in the middle above his nose, eyes wide as he stared back at Drake, being fed bit after bit of the rapper’s load, until Nick’s face was clean. A shine on his chin and the lower part of his cheeks was the only sign that there’d been something there. “Damn, tiger…” “Grr.” The growl was brief and soft, Nick’s chest rising with long heavy breaths. “You…” Drake glanced down at his crotch, tilting his head with a smirk. “…missed a little.” Nick looked down. Drake’s cock had only softened halfway, too turned on by the last few moments to deflate all the way. Cum covered most of it, along with a few splatters around the lower part of his stomach. The words weren’t a command. They weren’t a request either. They just kinda…hung there, a suggestion of something Nick could try, if he wanted to. Licking his lips and swallowing, the taste washed over his senses again. Some level of his mind processed the new sensations – unsure of taking another man’s load before, now he knew that he liked it. Fuck, more than that – he loved it. Nick’s face slowly moved down, still staring at Drake’s. He’d had a taste and he wanted more. Not just of the cum, but the way he’d made Drake…do that, look like that. The way it’d felt, throbbing in his mouth. If cum was a drug, Nick Jonas had just become addicted. If dick was a treat, it was his new favorite snack. Still holding Drake’s eyes with his own, his mouth opened, tongue stretching out. The tip pushed against the base of Drake’s cock, flattening as it began sliding up before curling as Nick withdrew it back between his lips, the wet pink strip of flesh coated in a layer of cum. “Fuu-uuu-uuuck.” Drake barely moved, afraid of breaking the moment, just running his fingers along Nick’s neck and shoulder, playing with some of his hair, watching as this young stud cleaned his cock. He was amazed – this kid has walked into his apartment, a total stranger to anything in the bedroom…and right now, he’d give some of the biggest sluts in West Hollywood a run for their money. Drake’s chest rose and fell with deep breaths as he kept watching that soft little tongue lap away, bit after bit of his juices disappearing, first from his cock and then from his lip, his belly last. Finished, Nick looked up, eyebrows scrunched. He didn’t say anything – if a word balloon were above his head, it would have read `all done?’ “That was…” Drake let out a long breath. Grinning, he reached down and pulled Nick up so that the twink was laying on top of him, nose to nose. “That was fucking hot.” Nick’s smile brought one to his face as well. “Really really fucking hot.” “Yeah?” “Oh yeah.” His lips reached out and found Nick’s, his hands cradling that perky little butt, enjoying the way Nick’s fingers kneaded into Drake’s chest. “But…” Nick’s eyebrows went up, apprehension crossing his features. `Time to go home,’ he thought. He’d seen enough TV shows and movies to know how this went. The hot guy got off and the…well, he wasn’t the girl, but they got shone the door now that they’d…done it. Drake looked over at the clock again. “It’s been a few hours.” Nick heard the words, telling himself to be cool, don’t mumble while putting his clothes back on, be chill. “And we haven’t eaten.” “Huh?” “Food? Remember that? I mean, you had a snack…” The dirty wink Drake gave him made Nick’s cheeks go dark red again. “…but my little tiger needs food.” Fingers tickled at Nick’s back, making him giggle – both from the touch and relief. “Hell, I know I’m super hungry. What’ll it be?” He saw something in Nick’s eyes, speaking before one of those Jonas puns could come out. “And hot dogs aren’t an option. You’ve had enough of that. For now. C’mon.” Rolling off of the bed, Drake brought Nick with him to the kitchen, where he kept a drawer of menus for restaurants in the area. Drake held back another chuckle as he saw Nick pulling his underwear back on, too modest to strut around the apartment naked…although by the peeks Nick kept stealing, he certainly didn’t mind if his host walked around in the buff. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “I can’t believe you didn’t see this movie last year.” “Dude, I was busy!” Nick rolled his eyes as he took another bite of pizza. “With what?” “Things.” He saw Drake looking at him, undeterred. “Man, I’m on a bus or a plane most of the time. I don’t get time for…” He pointed towards the television. “…stuff.” “Hmm. Well, you have to learn to prioritize `things’ and make time for `stuff’. Otherwise you’re just going to wind up tired. You’ll have done `things’ but you won’t have really done anything meaningful. Know what I mean?” Nick huffed out of his nose, wanting to make a retort…and feeling like his friend was right. “I guess.” “I guess.” Drake repeated the words with a goofy tone of voice. “I guess.” “Shut up.” Nick laughed, pushing at Drake’s arm. “You shut up.” Drake pushed back, causing Nick’s entire upper body to rock to the side. “YOU shut up. You started talking first, interrupting this movie that I *have* to see.” “Oh hell no.” Drake turned with his fingers outstretched, attacking Nick’s sides. His guest had asked for a pair of shorts to wear, after Drake ribbed him for putting his jeans back on…but he’d felt comfortable enough to go shirtless in the apartment. Which was cozy cuddling up on the couch watching a movie…but a mistake if you were being tickled. He made a brief amount of contact before Nick ducked away to the other end of the couch. Drake scooted over, his longer arms making it easy to reach. “Ack!” Nick squealed again, his torso twisting to try and avoid Drake’s fingers. He made an attempt to escape, lunging off of the couch…and failed. Halfway through his launch from the couch, Drake had caught him and pulled him back in. Winding up on Drake’s lap, facing each other, he got hold of the other man’s wrists, one in each hand, and held on as they waved in the air, trying to break free to harass Nick once more. The writhing around slowly transformed into something else – straddling Drake’s lap, Nick felt something push up, wanting attention. He looked down to find Drake’s briefs tenting up. The stud hadn’t put on any shorts – and Nick hadn’t pressed the matter, enjoying the view. “That’s not fair.” “Oh? Why not?” Nick looked back up, mischief in his eyes. “I’ve only got two hands and you’ve got…more.” He got a throaty laugh in response. “That isn’t a hand. Did you fail biology?” “No! But my hands are busy…” He squeezed his grip a little, trying to maintain a hold on Drake who was still pretending to try and break free. “…and you’re trying to get me with…something else.” “Oh, I’m going to get you with it, don’t worry.” Drake wagged his eyebrows and licked his lips. “Hmm.” Nick chewed on his lower lip, making a show of thinking hard. He still couldn’t get himself to say…’dirty’…words, but play-acting he could do. He looked back up, eyebrows raised, feigning confusion. “But…one…” He nodded towards Drake’s left hand. “…two…” A nod to the right hand. “…three.” A nod down below. “And I’ve only got one and two.” He squeezed his fingers to make a point. “That’s not fair.” His lower lip stuck out. “Guess you’ll have to figure something out.” “Hmm. Hmmmm.” Drake pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh, hoping Nick was a better actor when cameras were rolling. “Well, I can’t let go of your hands or you’ll tickle me.” “For sure.” “And I’ve only got one other thing that I can think of to grip with…” Nick bit his lower lip again. “Two things, actually.” Drake raised one eyebrow, glancing down at Nick’s waist, feeling like pushing his luck. Nick blinked, eyes wide. “Okay, one thing.” He grinned, amused. “Let’s see if this works.” Nick shifted his body weight, moving back slowly and down, until he was kneeling between the thick legs, still holding Drake’s wrists. “Aaand…” Leaning forward, he opened his mouth to cover the lump in Drake’s briefs. “Mmmphmmmph.” “Well look at that – it almost worked.” “Hmmmph?” Nick’s eyebrows rose, his mouth busy. “Wellllll…I mean, you’ve got it kinda pinned down. But I can still move around a little bit.” He flexed his cock, shifting the bulge slightly. “It’s that pesky cotton layer in the way.” “Hmmmm.” Those cute thin eyebrows crumpled inward as Nick pretended to ponder the situation. “Hmmm?” They rose back up, seeking advice. “Maybe…hmmm. Maybe if you got rid of the briefs, you’d be able to get a better grip. Then I wouldn’t be able to move. At all.” Drake widened his eyes, trying to look innocent. “Mmmph mm mmph.” A little nod, which Drake appreciated, feeling his junk jostled. He watched as Nick shifted his face upward, making a show of looking left and right as if he were trying to figure out how to proceed without his hands. Nipping the waistband with his teeth, he pulled it down, opening his mouth to get a better grip on the cotton fabric as he kept tugging at it, little grunts erupting from the effort. Finally, with the briefs pushed down to Drake’s balls, he let out a victorious huff of air. “I can still move.” Drake made his dick bounce – it was an inch off of his thigh and rising rapidly now that it was free to fill out. “Not for long.” Opening his mouth wide, Nick took in the wand of flesh…the whole thing. “Mmm!” He grinned around the shaft. “Nice. But remember, it’s not full grown yet. But…” One eyebrow went up. “You want to try?” Nick nodded, his mouth full of meat. “Okay. Keep it there, with your lips down as far as you can. Just let it…expand…” He sighed as his thickening cock touched more of the insides of Nick’s mouth, enjoying the feeling. “…and go with it. Just breathe…and go with it… Relax your jaw, like you’re saying `ahhh’…but don’t actually say it.” He could feel Jonas’ jaw relax, the muscles and tissue of his mouth loosening. “That’s it…thaaaat’s it. Feel it going down your throat, like before?” Nick nodded just a little, nervous about repositioning his mouth. His grip had shifted from holding Drake’s wrists to holding hands, fingers locking. He felt his mouth filling up – almost as much as before. The head pushed back, reaching the back of his throat. He repeated the kinda-swallow he’d accidentally done earlier, which moved his tongue, allowing the member to move forward. It felt so different from before. Earlier, Drake had already been hard, so he knew how much more there was to go…or to try and go. Now, his lips were already all the way down and this thick pipe was expanding into him. It kept going, slowly, throbbing as blood continued rushing into stiffen up the hefty dick. Was this where he’d reached earlier? It kinda felt like it but he wasn’t sure. His throat felt like he kinda wanted to cough and expel the intruder, but not like before where he felt like if he didn’t pull off he’d start gagging or puke. He kept his breaths through his nose long and shallow, the advice Drake had given him before the 69, focusing on those while he tried to do the impossible task of measuring this dick with just his throat and not his eyes. “Damn, that’s…that’s all the way.” Nick blinked, afraid to move or pull off to say anything, concerned that he might not be able to get back down this far. “Nick…damn, that feels great. Okay, you’re going to have to come off. Nick – you need to breathe, dude.” Drake chuckled. `Stubborn as hell,’ he thought, watching as Nick tried to hold on longer, his face starting to turn red. He finally had to pull away, chest heaving for breaths…but not coughing like before. “Want to try again?” He watched as Nick took hold of the appendage, sizing it up. “Just think about how it felt going down this time, and try to copy that.” Wrapping his lips around the shaft. Nick took a deep breath, preparing himself. He shifted forward, feeling the large head roll over his tongue…and then past the back of his throat, still in familiar territory. He looked down, watching as inch after inch disappeared from view. He was so focused that he didn’t realize he’d made it all the way until his forehead mashed into Drake’s stomach. Reaching in, he ran his finger around his lips…sure enough, there wasn’t any dick left outside. “Mmm!” He pumped a fist in the air, hearing Drake laugh, a hand ruffling his hair. “Practice…” “Mmm mm-mmph.” Drake groaned, both at Nick trying to talk during a blowjob…and at the intense vibrations it caused. “Yeah, keep doing that. Not the talking part but the…thaaattttt.” He groaned again as Nick hummed. “Fuck – that! Keep doing that.” He watched as Nick moved back, tentatively, as he allowed the big dick to slide back out of his throat, until only the head was still inside. And down he went again, a little quicker this time, all the way down. Within a few minutes, Nick had a good rhythm going, rocking on his heels, working up and down the entire shaft in long strokes with his lips, letting out the occasional hum. `Kid’s going to be a pro in no time.’ The thought wandered through Drake’s mind as he ran his fingers through those long wavy locks, moaning as Nick sucked his cock. After a couple more minutes, Nick pulled off, lightly stroking the length in his hand. “How is it?” “Amazing. Fucking amazing. Come here.” Drake pulled Nick back up into his lap, finding that mouth with his own, his tongue reaching inside. His hands stroked down the slim backside, feeling Nick’s fingers wander over his chest and arms. They made out, one of Drake’s hands caressing Nick’s backside while the other returned his guest’s attention by stroking his meat. After a while, Nick dropped back down, inhaling the eight inches again, working them with his lips and throat. Remembering earlier, he pulled off and leaned in lower every now and then, lapping his tongue on Drake’s balls, delighting in the moans of pleasure coming from above. They went back and forth, between Drake playing with Nick in his lap and then enjoying the twink’s newly-found deepthroating skills. The Canadian crooner brought out a few more tricks, interested at the how quickly Nick picked up on them and remembered them, weaving new things into his routine – pulling gently on the lower lip with his teeth, running a tongue along the jaw or neck, using his mouth on the ear, using fingers to tease the nipples…the kid was a fast learner. The only hiccup was the moment when Drake’s fingers raked down Nick’s spine, circling around his tailbone to earn a little purr…and then traced further down. The smaller man’s body stiffened up – not as much as before, but noticeably uncomfortable. “Not ready?” Drake ran his fingers up and down the back of Nick’s thighs. “No…sorry.” “Nothing to be sorry about.” Drake nuzzled at Nick’s nose as he continued massaging those sexy legs with one hand, squeezing the little stud’s girthy rod with his other hand. “You’re just…really big. How the heck does that…even work?” A big grin before nipping at Nick’s lips again. “A lot of lube. And patience. Besides…” He brought his hand up, tracing a finger down Nick’s throat. “…you got it all in here.” “Well, that’s different. I swallow stuff all the time. I don’t…put things…in there. Ever.” “Really? You don’t nudge your fingertip in there in the shower?” He saw the blush hit Nick’s cheeks. It started small and then spread fast, darkening to a red color within seconds. “Mmmhmm. That’s what I thought.” Nick blushed harder, the rouge color spreading to his chest. He *had* done that in the shower…more than the fingertip in fact…as soon as he made it to the knuckle, he usually began shooting, followed by waves of guilt and shame. “I’m gonna get my finger in here one day, Mr. Jonas.” He tapped Nick’s rear cheek. “And more. Just you wait. And I’ll wait. Until then, thiissss…” A finger caressed Nick’s neck. “…is amazing, and more than enough.” “It is?” Nick mumbled, unsure. He didn’t feel pressured…but he felt like he was letting himself miss out on something. He didn’t feel afraid of the idea like before – he just wasn’t…ready. “Oh hell yeah. Why don’t you remind me though?” He smiled as Nick’s face warmed up at the compliment and the return to something familiar. A heartbeat later, Nick was back on his knees…another beat and Drake’s dick disappeared. “Mmmmm…so good. Sooo gooood.” Drake’s cellphone rang, breaking into his reverie. Reaching over, he thumbed a switch on the side, setting it to mute. Moments later, it buzzed again, rattling on the top of the side table. And again. Looking over, he saw his agent’s name on the screen. “Damn. Sorry,” he sighed as he reached over to pick up the phone. His other hand rested along the side of Nick’s head as the other man began pulling off at the interruption. “Oh, you don’t have to stop. Just have to do it quietly.” Winking and holding a finger up to his lips, he tapped the green button to answer. “Hey, JJ. Uh huh. Oh. Just hanging at home, watching a movie and having a snack.” He flexed his cock inside Nick’s mouth. “The next leg of the tour? Yeah, when did you want to meet? Mmmmm. No, today won’t work.” He pictured his agent’s toned body – the tour probably wasn’t the only kind of leg that JJ wanted to…discuss. Grinning, his dick throbbed as he thought about how most of their meetings ended. Or began. “Yeah, tomorrow works. 8am? Mmmmm.” He moaned, both at the idea of an early meeting and…he looked down, watching Nick lick at his cock head, fingers stroking up and down the shaft. He laughed at his agent’s response, which caused his dick to tap against Nick’s face. Jonas caught it with his lips and suckled. “Yeah, I know that’s not `early’ for you – which course are you training for now? Nice. I’m sure I can make it to watch and cheer you on – you handle my calendar don’t you?” Nick looked up, able to hear JJ’s laughter. “Okay, tomorrow at 8am. Thanks, man.” Drake put the phone down and returned his attention to Nick, caressing the wavy brown hair as the little stud picked up his efforts. A couple of fingers began playing along Drake’s balls. With his eyes still closed, he cocked an eyebrow up. “You know what that does.” He couldn’t restrain the chuckle this time as the fingers moved more earnestly, the mouth pulling harder. “Is it time for dessert already?” “Mmmhmmm.” Nick sucked harder, his mind flooding with desire at the thought of this big dick shooting a load into his mouth. “Mmhmm.” He watched as Drake’s breathing got harder, the muscles twitching. Those handsome eyes opened up again, looking at Nick. “Want to learn a way to not miss a drop?” A lustful gleam shone in Drake’s eyes. “Mmmmmhmmmmm.” Nick dragged out the sound, grinning as Drake moaned in response to the reverberations in his throat. “Alright. When I cum…” His smile broadened as he noticed Nick blush at the word. “…I”m going to push all the way in. That way, it goes right down your throat and into your stomach. No spilling.” Nick’s eyes widened, wondering if that would work. `What if it goes down the wrong pipe, into my lungs?’ Trusting Drake, he let out a deep breath, nodding. “Okay, I’ll let you know when I’m getting ready.” Eager, Drake began lightly rocking his hips, meeting Nick’s efforts. “Almost…” He placed his palm on the back of Nick’s head – not with enough pressure to pin him in place, but enough to remind him not to pull back. “Almooost…” He could hear the sound of Nick sucking in air through his nostrils. “All…nnnghhhhh…ahhhhh!!!” His fingers curled as a reflex, gripping Nick’s hair as he pushed forward, his balls mashing against his friend’s chin. Nick couldn’t breathe, both because his throat was stuffed with cock and also because his nose was pressed into Drake’s stomach, feeling it spasm. Nick groaned at the feeling of being so…full. His throat, feeling already fully packed, expanded as the flesh pipe buried inside swelled. Drake’s manhood throbbed, seeming impossibly hard, as it worked to blast his load down into Nick’s stomach. For a brief moment, Nick wondered if it would keep swelling – would it destroy his vocal cords? Whatever concerns melted away as the pulsing and throbbing and feeling of fullness, of being stuffed, of a man shooting his load into him…all of that consumed his senses. His toes curled again and again, scratching at the hardwood floors, his hands clasping onto Drake’s thighs. Their bodies rocked as Drake’s hips worked to help his balls empty. As his nuts began to feel satiated, the rest of his body slowly relaxed, sinking back into the couch. Nick pulled off, his chest heaving as it pulled for air. The red tint of his cheeks faded as fresh air filled his lungs. Recovering, he licked his lips – there was barely any taste. He let out a contented sigh as his hand dropped down to his stomach, realizing that all of…that…was in him. “Your turn.” Reaching down, Drake paused, seeing the streaks of shiny fluid on the floor. “Sorry – I just…” “Damn. That’s hot.” “It…it is?’ “You came, just from me nutting down your throat, not touching yourself at all.” Drake’s eyes lasered in on Nick’s. “That’s fucking hot.” He shifted, lowering down to the floor. “Really…” His movements caused Nick to lean back in order to make room for Drake’s body. “…fucking…” Drake kept moving forward, bringing Nick with him, until they were laying flat on the floor, his body on top of Jonas’. He lifted up one leg, caressing it, as he stroked Nick’s forehead. “…amazingly…” Nick moaned as Drake’s mouth found his. “…hot.” It was the last word either of them said for the next several minutes as they wrapped their bodies around each other, their lips focused on kissing instead of making words. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Oh…fuck…fuu-uu-ck…god damn…” Drake moaned. Somehow, this little Disney twink was about to make him cum *again* – four times in one day. Five, if he counted this morning, jerking off thinking about Nick coming over. They’d hung out the rest of the day, behaving…Drake had even put on shorts this time. Plans had been made to meet up again – it would have to be a couple of weeks because of their work and family schedules. They’d showered, gotten Nick dressed again, and made it to the door. Maybe Drake should have put on shorts. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered. A good-bye hug had turned into a kiss…which turned into Nick on his knees. He was showing off every trick he’d learned that day, paying attention to Drake’s cock and balls with lips, tongue, throat, and fingers. Hell, he’d even come up for air…and to explore Drake’s body all over again on the way back down – almost every bit of the front side, from shoulders to calf muscles, before hoovering the thick meat stick again. Their new lesson was face-fucking – Nick rested on his knees, keeping his upper body still except for a little rocking back and forth as Drake plowed his rod down his throat. Drake groaned as he watched his cock disappear over and over again into those sexy lips, his palms pressing on the sides of Nick’s head, holding it in place. He’d shown Nick to smack his leg if it got too rough or if he thought he might choke. So far, not a single tap – the kid was taking his dick well. If anything, he was pulling on Drake’s hips, encouraging him on. “I’m getting close.” “Mmmm.” Those eyebrows were knitted together again. “You want it?” “MmmMMM.” “Fuck. I think you need it.” There was that blush again, confirming Drake’s words even before Nick hummed out another response. “Mhmm.” “You need it.” “Mmhmm.” Longer this time, the red on his cheeks getting darker. `So fucking cute,’ Drake thought. “Try something new?” Nick nodded eagerly. “Okay. When I say `now’, you’re going to open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Drake’s eyebrows burrowed down as he drilled harder, really giving it to Nick’s throat. Jonas moaned from delirious pleasure. “Almost. Almooost.” The pressure from Drake’s hands increased a little as he got closer to the edge. “Now.” Nick dropped his jaw and stuck out his throat. He felt one of Drake’s hands slide up and grip his forehead, the fingers on top and a thumb wrapped onto his forehead. The other hand grabbed the thick cock and began stroking it, so quickly that his fingers were a blur. “Aaaahhhh!!!!!” Nick moaned as he felt something warm splashing the roof of his mouth, then the inside of his cheek, his teeth, his tongue. “Don’t swallow yet.” Drake kept flogging his meat, working out another load, watching as Nick caught it all in his open mouth. `If I had a picture of that, I might not ever leave the house again, fuuuck,’ he thought, trying to freeze the image in his mind of Nick Jonas on his knees, a certified cum catcher. “Okay, swallow.” Those lips latched onto his meat, suckling it as he swallowed. “That wasn’t enough – you’re trying to suck out more? Fuck yeah.” Drake grinned as the blush, which had faded slightly, deepened once more at the dirty talk. “Get that cum. It’s all yours. Every drop. Get evvvvery drop.” When there was no more to be had, Nick released the rod from his mouth, letting it hit his chin. He found himself on his feet, Drake’s tongue in his mouth. Moments later, they were back at the long mirror nearby – the one where they’d practiced poses. Nick’s shirt and pants disappeared, his underwear pulled down. Drake was behind him, groping Nick – one hand on his chest, the other wrapped around his cock. Lips pleasured his neck, saying dirty things into his ear, as those fingers stroked him, faster and harder. A big red streak started at his cheeks, went down his neck, and spread across his chest as Drake described the things that they could do – the things that they *would* do, if Nick wanted. His mind pictured them as the tall stud kept going, until he went blank, his body focused on only one thing as his balls released another volley of cum onto the floor, this time in front of the mirror. When he was finished, he watched as Drake brought his hand up and placed it flat right below his neck, sliding it down, leaving a messy streak, as if he were marking Nick with shiny war paint. Their mouths met again, Nick’s body turning towards Drake’s. “You need another shower.” “Oh darn.” “A G-rated one. These bad boys…” Drake reached down and jostled his nuts. “…you’ve drained them dry today.” Nick’s pretend pout pulled another laugh out of the Canadian. “Okay, maybe PG. PG-13.” They were both grinning. “Or…” He leaned in, whispering into Nick’s ear. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “How’d it go?” “Good. Just tired.” Nick hooked his thumb towards his bedroom. “I’m gonna shower and do a little work before bed.” “No, come on!” Joe plopped down onto the couch, patting the cushion next to him. “I want to hear all about it. Dude, you hung out with Drake!” Nick blinked – there was no way he was sitting on the couch. On a dare from his new friend, he’d put his clothes back on and hopped back into the car…without a shower. He could smell the cum on his neck and chest. Hell, it was in his clothes. “Um – I will, I promise.” His mind reached for something, anything. “What if you get some snacks and beers while I shower, and I’ll tell you everything after that?” `Shit, not *everything*,’ Nick thought. Between the curseword in his mind and what the word `everything’ entailed, he felt his cheeks heating up. `I’ve got to get the….I’ve got to get out of here, quick.’ “You’re on! Shower fast. I want to hear about this. Every detail.” “Oh-okay.” Nick fought the urge to sprint out of the room, making it to his bedroom before anyone else stopped him. Clothes in the hamper (the bottom of the hamper) and covered in suds and hot water, he let out a breath of relief…and satisfaction. He replayed the day’s events, a big smile plastered on his face. He reached out to put the bar of soap away and stopped, recalling Drake’s friendly teasing. Swallowing, he soaped up his hand and reached down and around, feeling for…there. He forced himself to keep his eyes open this time, not the usual shutting them tight, as he felt the tip of his finger graze…there…and then ease inside. Nick’s jaw clenched, fighting back the old emotions, feeling determined and emboldened, as his finger slowly slid inside himself…all the way to the knuckle…and didn’t shoot right away this time. `…you’ve drained them dry today…’ Drake’s comment flashed through his mind. Blushing furiously, but with a slight smile, he eased his finger out. `Joe can wait a little longer,’ he thought, biting his lower lip, his cheeks going dark red as he thought about Drake and…took his time in the shower. The End…for now 😉 ——————————————————————– Thanks for reading. 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