Chapter 96 - The Ride
Monday, April 24 (5:00 PM)
When we reached the SUV, Zack used his remote key to unlock the doors from a distance.
He opened the front passenger side door and kept his gloved hand on Jeremy's back, even as the young man stepped up inside the vehicle.
Nick opened the back door and allowed me to get in first, but not before giving me a hard slap on the ass and flashing me a cocky smirk.
By the time he got in beside me, Zack had closed Jeremy's door and was heading for his own, on the driver's side.
"You guys want some music?" he asked, starting the ignition and looking in the back through his rear-view mirror.
"Yeah, sure." Nick answered, not bothering to check with me even though his friend's question had been directed at both of us.
The sound of rock music came back to life, but at a considerably lower volume than it had during our drive here.
The SUV started moving, but Zack quickly brought it to a slow halt.
Still keeping one hand on the steering wheel, the handsome leather-clad jock extended his other arm and put his gloved hand behind his younger companion's neck.
"You okay?" he whispered, his voice clearly audible through the subdued music that was playing on the radio.
Jeremy nodded and lowered his head a bit to avoid Zack's gaze, even as the jock turned sideways to better face him.
"Come here." Zack whispered, pulling the boi closer to him and bending forward to press his lips on Jeremy's forehead.
Nick and I watched as the big, handsome hockey player placed a kiss on the boi's head, leaving no doubt as to his affection for the lad.
I was hypnotized by their exchange, almost too much to realise that I was melting on the inside.
For a moment there, I actually envied Jeremy and wished, if only for a second, that Nick wouldn't show so much restraint when it came to showing me his softer side.
But here I was thinking about myself again...
Jeremy had sacrificed everything to be with Brad and all he had to show for it was scars and bruises.
The emotional ones are the ones that were even more worrying, though.
Unlike the scars he had on his face, he'd have those for the rest of his life.
I was overjoyed and frankly, a little teary eyed at seeing the young lad FINALLY receiving attention from a guy who WASN'T intent on humiliating or abusing him.
What a difference that was compared to Brad!
His relative unresponsiveness to Zack's advances would normally have been interpreted as a lack of interest, but this wasn't the case here.
The boi hadn't come out of a "normal" relationship. He was young and as far as I was aware, the only thing he knew about coupling, he'd learned from Brad.
He didn't know how to act, didn't know how to respond or know what to do.
I could feel his attraction towards Zack, but I could also tell he didn't know how to demonstrate it.
Luckily enough, Zack seemed to know all of this as well.
He was proving to be a really great guy and so far I couldn't think of anyone better suited to show my friend what it meant to be in a healthy relationship.
As soon as we were under way again, I rested my head back on Nick's chest, pulling the hood off my head, but not bothering to unzip or take off the hoodie he had put on me.
After all, I considered it a privilege to wear his big, scented hoodie.
I hadn't even asked for it. He had zipped me up in it himself!
Nick wrapped his left arm around me and held me tight.
Before soon, I found myself with my head resting on his lap.
I wasn't feeling sleepy at all, considering we'd both spent the afternoon dozing off under that tree. But for some reason, resting on Nick's lap like that just felt natural.
I heard some movement up front. It was the unmistakable sound of Zack's jacket creaking against the seat he was sitting on.
I glanced upward to see what he was doing.
My eyes followed his every movement as he momentarily let go of the wheel and took off his hot leather coat.
It quickly came to my attention that the whole SUV carried the scent of leather, probably from the seats, but also from Zack's jacket and gloves.
Even from my position, I couldn't help but notice the size of Zack's biceps and the thickness of his forearms, now that he'd taken his jacket off.
Like Nick, he was also a really big, heavy guy.
I thought he was just getting too warm with the heating on and all, but I was pleasantly proven wrong when I saw him use his right arm to put his jacket over Jeremy's inert form.
The young lad had apparently fallen asleep in his backwards-leaning seat, while looking at the trees pass by through the window.
He must've been exhausted.
Zack spread his jacket out over Jeremy's sleeping form, even going as far as using it to cover the boi's lower face, right up to the bridge of his nose.
In that moment, I knew for certain that my friend couldn't be in better hands.
Zack was really looking out for him.
I put my head back on Nick's thigh, but not before craning my head up and looking up to see if he was looking down at me.
He had his phone in his hand, but stil glanced lazily down at me.
I smiled, much like a child seeking the approval of his father. Nick returned my smile, though in a much more discreet and subdued fashion.
It was barely perceivable. In fact, it couldn't really be called a smile...
I knew Nick well enough to know he was in a good mood, though.
I felt myself getting all tingly at the sight of him setting his eyes on me. So I quickly averted my gaze by turning my head back down and spent the next few seconds attempting to melt into his lap.
I rested there for what must've been no longer than five minutes before I felt something hard pressing against the back of my skull.
I lifted my head up off my lover's lap once again and looked down to see what it was.
At first, Nick appeared too busy on his phone to notice my stirring.
It took him a few seconds to notice I was eyeing the hardening bulge that even his thick sweatpants couldn't conceal.
Nick was VERY well endowed.
I had never been interested in other men's cocks before, but of course, when surrounded by guys in school who used to brag about their "size" all the time, it became harder not to pay attention to those things.
I had done a bit of checking online to see whether or not my manhood was average size or smaller. I was indeed well in the norm, with noting to be ashamed of.
Nick's however, was CONSIDERABLY longer and thicker than mine and right now, he had the bulge to prove it.
The aroused hunk looked at me, then glanced down to his bulge and looked back at me a second time.
Still with his cellphone in hand, his face provided me with a cocky smirk and a wink, leaving no doubt as to what I'd be doing for the remainder of the trip.
He looked really big and hot with that massive, black down jacket on.
With his jacket unzipped, I also got a good view of the tight, white t-shirt he was wearing over his big abs and pecs.
Nick was just one big, sexy beast.
I attempted to put my head down and gently nuzzle his crotch with my face, but quickly found myself getting my face roughly shoved in his big, smelly, jockstrap-clad bulge.
Using a hand to hold the back of my head, Nick used his other one to pull down his pants, just enough to expose the massive bulge inside the white, BIKE brand jockstrap he was wearing.
I wanted to sniff him and use my face to massage his boner, but the issue was forced upon me even before I had time to do anything.
My handsome lover clamped his big hand behind my head and used his thick, muscular arm to shove my face into his athletic loincloth, giving me no choice but to sample his sweaty package and sniff in his powerful musk.
The instant I sniffed, I was overwhelmed by my hunky boyfriend's strong scent.
I tried to pull up, but he wouldn't let me.
I had my nose stuck right at the edge of his big, bulging pouch, between the jockstrap and his inner left thigh.
Fuck! It smelled really strong and I remember not wanting to sniff his pouch for a second longer.
Nick just loved making me sniff his crotch and reminding me of my place.
He was quite proud of those photos he'd taken of me yesterday night, with me all tied up and being forced to sniff his dirty package.
Had this been some other guy, I would've been yelling and thrashing around at this point.
However, each whiff I took reminded me of who's crotch I was sniffing; Nick's.
This was my big, bad, muscular hunk-of-a-boyfriend and as far as I was concerned, he was the hottest guy on the planet.
Of course, he had these really big and incredibly smelly feet that I found absolutely horrible, but the rest of him - his handsome face, his huge body and his dominant Alpha-male temperament - was perfect.
Deep down inside, I knew I was incredibly lucky to be this close to him and even luckier for being the one who got to sniff his crotch and suck on his huge boner.
Each day I spent under Nick made me less and less of a man.
With each passing day, I was ready to give a bit more of myself to him.
Whether he knew this or not, he owned me...mind and body.
When the big, 100kg jock grabbed my hair and pulled my face up, I was more than a little relieved to have my nose and face away from his foul-smelling jockstrap pouch.
My relief was short-lived, though.
I watched Nick pull his sweatpants down until the waistband was tucked under his ballsack and watched him yank his sweaty athletic pouch to the side. His trapped manhood immediately sprang to life and expanded to it's full length and girth, riding up over his t-shirt covered abdomen.
The thick, veined shaft continued swelling up to the point of being engorged, more and more blood being pumped into it even though it was already rock-hard.
My eyes roamed over the length of that thick vein going all the way up on the underside of his meat.
This was the boner of a king, I thought to myself. A true Alpha!
Nick used his grip on my hair to force my face up.
I looked up into his eyes and saw him bring a finger up over his lips, indicating that I was to remain silent and not say a word.
The unmistakably menacing and dominant frown he wore on his face, told me he wouldn't take "no" for an answer or tolerate anything less than perfect obedience from me.
In other words...if I knew what was good for me, I'd remain as quiet as possible.
The blond hunk lifted his t-shirt up a bit, exposing his muscular abdomen and allowing his throbbing member to ride up against his warm skin, past his navel.
Grabbing the base of his furiously erect shaft, he forced it downwards a bit, just enough to angle it's big mushroom head under my face.
I looked at his menacing tool for a bit and felt scared.
It's size and thickness alone commanded respect.
This was NOT your average cock.
It was serious, high-grade, triple A meat...and I was about to get it rammed inside my mouth.
I tried putting my hands on his thigh, to stop him from impaling my mouth too deep. But the big, horny muscle-jock insisted on having one hundred percent of the control.
He let go of my head and his cock, and grabbed both my wrists before forcing them behind my back and holding them together with one hand.
When I felt his grip on the back of my head once again, I knew I was screwed.
His engorged member sprang back against his lower abs, but Nick didn't seem to care about the fact that his cock had regained it's former position.
With one hand, he forced the right side of my face against his t-shirt clad torso and pushed my head down until his cock head was threatening to stuff my mouth up.
"Now you stay quiet." he whispered in a low, subdued tone. "I don't wanna hear a word from you." he added, right before forcing my head down and impaling my mouth with his rock-hard erection.
Nick continued holding my wrists behind my back, even as he forced my head down, effectively gagging me with his thick, overgrown boner.
He stopped pushing down when my lips arrived at just about half his length. He knew that was my limit. Any deeper and I would've started chocking; waking Jeremy up and drawing Zack's attention.
The blond muscle-god's thick shaft filled my mouth so much that my lips were painfully spread open, just to accommodate his girth.
My big, hunky, dominant lover didn't want me talking.
And what better way is there of keeping your boi quiet than by stuffing your fully erect, over-sized meat inside his mouth?
He knew it wasn't fair. Knew he was too big for me.
It was obvious to both of us that I wouldn't be uttering a single word...not with his enormous shaft in my mouth.
With my mouth stuffed to it's limit, I was left with no other option but to breathe in through my nose.
The potent smell of his exposed crotch filled my nostrils and I was so overwhelmed, that I genuinely tried pulling up.
Nick had no plan of letting me ungag myself from his boner, though.
As far as he was concerned, I'd be gagging on his erect Alpha cock for the rest of this trip.
He didn't give a fuck about me being forced to sniff his musky crotch and balls while I gagged on his meat.
The only thing that mattered to him right now, was keeping my mouth stuffed.
And he was doing a pretty good job at it too!
I didn't understand why he was so adamant about keeping me gagged, since I had been behaving well all day. But then I don't really understand Alphas all that well.
If I had to guess, I'd say it was just another "dominance" thing.
My nostrils flared open once again and I was immediately hit with the stench of crotch sweat and dirty balls.
" I complained, desperately trying to distance my head from the blond muscle-god's crotch.
He might've had the face and body of a god, but he sure was musky down there! A little too much for my taste.
" I moaned again, the sickeningly masculine aroma of Nick's ballsack entering my defenseless and highly vulnerable nostrils.
The jock's grip on my head tightened and I felt him release my hands, only to give me a light tap on the cheek and provide me with a final warning.
"Be quiet!" he hissed, lowering his face down so that only I'd be able to hear his words.
I wanted to explain to him that I really wanted to obey and that I was trying to be good.
I wanted to let him know I was having trouble coping with his manly musk...but he wouldn't let me.
I wouldn't be going anywhere and neither was his cock.
That much became even MORE obvious when Nick removed his big, puffy down jacket and laid it out over me, hiding my head and upper body beneath it and making it look as though I had fallen asleep on his lap.
The fact that my arms were free didn't negate the fact that I was still no match for Nick and wouldn't be able to ungag myself from his cock, even if I tried.
Even so, my domineering Alpha saw fit to retake that freedom away from me.
He slipped both his big hands under the jacket, forced my wrists together and kept them pinned with one hand, much like he had done before.
His other hand immediately came back over the back of my head and pushed down again, quickly re-gagging me with the length of cock I'd managed to slip out of my mouth.
This was going to be a long trip.
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