Whip always has a good time at the Gay Riders Carnival, and this year he’s hoping to meet up with some studs and top last year’s festivities. The last thing he expects when he walks into his cabin is to be nearly bowled over by a skinny lad with a bruised jaw.
Nick came to the Carnival with his so-called Master Dirk, but instead of having a good time, things moved quickly from bad to worse and Dirk responded to his safeword with a punch. Running away and hiding was Nick’s only option.
Broke, alone and not entirely sure how he’s going to get home, Nick thinks Whip is a dream come to life and he’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For his part, Whip is drawn to the sweet pup and falls hard for Nick over the course of the long weekend.
But what’s going to happen when the weekend is over?
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Whip’s smile was predatory, eager. It made Nick feel like a feast. He shivered in anticipation, goosebumps covering him.
“Let’s unwrap my present, shall we?”
Tugging him up, Whip pushed the jacket off his shoulders and tugged his T-shirt up over his head.
“Your present?” He was waxed bare, his cock was hard, aching.
“Uh-huh.” Whip, took his mouth again, kissing him breathless and eased himback down onto the mattress.
Holding his package through his jeans, Whip squeezed him in one huge hand. The tongue fucking he got made all sorts of promises as to how Whip would fuck him. Hard and firm, steady without a hint of hesitation.
Whip’s fingers tugged at his jeans, popping open the top button and Nick sucked in, so lost in the kisses that he was floating. Whip kept the zipper away from his cock, hands surprisingly gentle while tugging the zipper open.
His cock was pierced at the tip and then there were rings all the way down the shaft, five of them.
Whip touched them before he saw them. “Fuck.” Running his fingers running up and down Nick’s cock, Whip explored him, teasing, tugging and twisting each ring. “Pretty decorations.” Whip pulled his jeans down over his hips, exposing his cock completely.
“Th…thank you.” His ballsac had a matching ladder, three rings.
“I’m not going to hurt you, pup.” The words were followed by another of Whip’s breath stealing kisses.
Nick moaned, his hips rolling up to drag his erection on Whip’s hand. Whip touched him, lightly, not giving him enough of what he needed. It was maddening, which turned him on even more.
Walking his fingers up along Nick’s ladder, then back down again, Whip explored every ring, thoroughly. Making appreciating noises, Whip pushed the metal through his flesh, tugged, twisted it. His crotch felt like it was on fire, the skin tingling.
Palming his balls, Whip rolled them, made them ache. Then Whip found the last piercing, the newest one behind his balls. That ring was thick, still tender.
“This is new?” Whip raised a brow at him, fingers gentler as they stroked his skin.
“Three weeks. The newest.” The touch was perfect and it made his eyes cross.
Nodding, Whip kept touching gently. “Thought it seemed a little swollen.”
“It’s a thick gauge…”
“It is.” Whip’s fingers left it, moved down beyond it to touch his hole.
He wasn’t plugged, wasn’t ready for fucking.
“Hot little hole.” Whip kept stroking, waking up all the nerves there.
Nicky moaned, the words and the touches mingling to make his entire body feel alight.
Whip pressed a finger against his lips. “Suck, pup.”
He opened up immediately, the act pure instinct, and started sucking, pulling at Whip’s finger.
“Fuck.” Whip jerked, pressing close against him.
He groaned and pulled hard, the sharp salt mingling with the rhythm to make his cock ache.
Moaning, Whip tugged his finger out of Nicky’s mouth and pressed it against his hole. Then in. Nick’s toes curled, and he nodded, bore down on the invasion.
“I want to feel you around my cock,” Whip told him. “I want you to come on it.”
“Oh…” Oh, yes. Please.
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