#nick: thread

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The teacher had his arms crossed, staring down the boy before him. Seeing boys like Nick, it brought back memories of his own high school life, a life that he didn’t want to go back to. Being an openly gay student wasn’t exactly fun and students like Nick? Well they were the ones to pick on him. It was hard sometimes to not harbor some dislike towards those boys. Right now though, all it made Noah do was wish he could go back and time and suck all those jocks’ cocks just like he was about to do to Nick.

When the basketball shorts were thrown at him, Noah grabbed them. Seeing Nick actually listen and get out of his shorts showed that this was going to be easy. Hearing the word “fag” get dropped just made Noah laugh. He glanced downwards at his student’s cock, smirking now. “I’m not planning on getting myself off tonight.” Those were his words and he was dead serious about it. “Trust me, I’m not planning on getting myself off tonight. I’m planning on sucking someone’s cock and getting fucked.” Oh, he was making a bold move and Noah knew it. When Nick asked, Noah shook his head. “You told me to suck your dick, didn’t you?” Pause. “That’s what I want, Nick. I want you completely hard and I want to suck your dick.”

               There was a gray area between straight and gay, entirely crafted by Nick and his like-minded peers, and as Nick stared down at his teacher, taking in everything he was saying to him, all he was wondering was how far he could comply with what his teacher wanted of him without going too far into the gray area and coming out on the gay end. There was no denying that Nick was interested in having Mr. Chavez suck him off, because only this conversation had blood rushing to Nick's cock, now rising from where it was lying limply against his thigh ---- all nine and a half inches, thick the whole way 'round, waiting to be taken care of.

               Maybe it wasn't even that gay in the first place. Most of Nick's interest lay in the fact that this was someone he talked down to and someone who by all rights was supposed to have power over him, and yet, he was submitting to Nick, too desperate to have a teenage jock's dick in his mouth to even care about the abuse he'd received in the past. As Nick lowered his hand and wrapped it around his cock, stroking it up and down slowly with his brown eyes locked on his teacher's, he had that repeating in his head, convincing him to follow through. "If you want to suck me off, get on your knees and do it," Nick told him. "----In fact, get on your knees and ask if you can suck my cock. Beg for permission." Nick was grinning smugly now, becoming comfortable in his position of power over his teacher despite this being a situation he'd never wanted to be in ---- another guy sucking him off.

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Maybe this had been an incredible mistake on her behalf. Nick had always been the more desirable man. And she wanted it bad. He had never taken much notice of her before, but it was going to be hard to ignore her when she was spread out like this. Like an all you can eat buffet. “Was,” she corrected, though he’ll only be receiving that text about now, “I - fuck, you," she responds, albeit a little incoherently.

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              "Oh," Nick replied, his tone completely mocking as he slowly stepped towards the exposed girl, his lips drawing up into a cocky, amused smirk and his dark eyebrows raising high on his forehead, "Is that why you ended things with him, then? Because you want me to fuck you?" His knees were pressed to the mattress now, his body towering above her and his eyes roaming over the expanse of her body. "So fucking wet just from lying in my bed. How many times did you think about my cock while he was fucking you?"

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It was the end of the night and almost everyone had found their way out of the once crowded fraternity house, leaving it covered in red and blue solo cups, along with various other party items that could have and should have gone in a trash can. It bothered Ethan to no end, but right now they had something else to focus on.

Half-way through the party, Donovan had pointed him out to Ethan ---- a small boy, with a nice ass on him and a pretty face, and had mentioned that he was pledging. Ethan had then pointed it out to the few other guys who were around ---- Nick, Carter, Dylan and a few others. He'd sent Donovan to proposition the kid, since he had the friendliest face. This would be easier if the pledge thought that he was in for a nice time.

Now, it was Ethan, Nick, Carter, Dylan and Donovan, standing in a line and facing the pledge. His name was Caspar, apparently, and Nick had commented on how that sounded like a gay name anyway, so he'd probably be begging for a cock in his ass. As always, Nick had a charming way of words that always managed to impress Ethan. That charm, though, would have to be saved for later.

"Here's how it is, kid," Ethan said, stepping forward and hoping his shirtless and broad body would intimidate the boy somewhat, "You want in here, and I can guarantee you a way in. All you have to do is forget the word 'no' for the rest of the night." Despite what he'd just said, Ethan's voice and his smile were both warm, friendly and charming ---- as if he wouldn't dare let any harm come to Caspar. That wasn't the case, of course. "What do you say?"

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Honestly, Nick found it hard to not notice how obvious it was that his step-sister's boyfriend was into guys. No matter how hard he tried, at first for her benefit, he couldn't avoid seeing Caspar's eyes lingering on his body ---- or lingering on the body of any attractive male in their presence, and while Nick had, at first, saw ignoring it as the best method for Circe's wellbeing, he was now actively going against that. If his step-sister wasn't bright enough to see that she was dating someone who'd rather sit on a cock, then Nick would show her; vividly.

So, no; it wasn't out of good will or an attempt at creating a bond that he was pushing a second beer into Caspar's hand, both of them on the living room couch. It was Nick trying to prove something.

"Drink up; I'm having to slow down so I don't fuckin' embarrass you."

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It wasn't anyone's fault in particular, in Nick's opinion -- or more accurately, they were both to blame, which meant there was no use in blaming anyone. Maybe he had been the one to stand Bailey up, and maybe that was a shitty thing to do, but in his defense, he was getting a guarantee of a night of drinks and a lay when it was all over, when there wasn't really a guarantee of Bailey bending over for him willingly.

Nick liked that, though. He liked that Bailey was typically a guy who took control, and yet here he was, little by little submitting to Nick. It gave him a rush of power, and he was excited about how intense that would feel as soon as he heard the word 'please' pour from Bailey's lips, with his ass eager and on display.

Yeah, maybe Nick was at a semi when he knocked on the door, one hand stuffed into his pockets, but there was no harm in being excited -- and he was positive the guy on the other end of the door was just as excited, if not more.

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It didn't matter where they were or whether or not Zach had even a moment to agree to it; whenever Nick wanted his ass, he took it, and there was no arguments. Half-way through the night, they'd split up in the frat house despite coming to the party together, and after spending a few minutes searching for familiar blonde hair, when he found it he immediately pressed Zach up against the wall in a room filled with people, his hips rocking into the boy's ass shamelessly and his mouth hovering just by his ear. "I want you. Now."

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It had been a long day and while Nick had never, not once in his life, sunk to the depths of being one of many sad, desperate voyeurs in a strip club, when his car had passed by one he drove past every night for years now, he found himself taking a turn to park outside, and then his feet were carrying him to the door and -- fuck, somehow he'd found himself sitting in a corner with a rum and coke in hand while his eyes moved over the countless dancers in various states of undress.

When stepping into the place, Nick had made the executive decision to not sit next to the stage -- it seemed as if desperation and loneliness were measured in how close you were to one of the stages; the closest being the most desperate and the furthest being a less embarrassing but still quite embarrassing level of desperation. Yet, as he sipped the drink and scanned over naked thighs and toned abs, he found himself wanting a closer look and maybe if this was the only time he was going to do this, then taking a complete nose dive into desperation wasn't a horrible idea.

Every thought running through his mind paused, though, when his brown eyes fell upon one dancer, with tanned skin and black hair and piercing, bright blue eyes that gorgeously contrasted the darkness of every piece of the boy's skin. "Fuck," He muttered into his coke, because Nick knew now -- this was why strip clubs were a bad idea.

Look, but don't touch. Not a rule he could ever live by.