Have A Little Faith In Me (15 page)

“Shhhhit,” Nico whispered, pulling Rocky off.  “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Give it to me,” Rocky demanded, straining against Nico’s hands to get back on the object of all his desire.

Nico laughed.  “Okay, then,” he said.  “Hold on tight.”

Nico grabbed a fistful of Rocky’s curly hair, holding his head up just out of reach of Nico’s cock.  It hurt, barely, but something about the pain, the subjugation, the…complete loss of control, was even more thrilling than the sex.  The denial of all he wanted,
so close
and yet so far, made him delirious.

Nico stroked himself at a leisurely pace.  “You’re so hungry for it, aren’t you?”

Rocky’s whole body was on fire.  “Please.  Please,” he whispered, his brain under his lust’s control, reduced to single syllables.

Nico’s breath came in short pants now, and he started to stroke faster.  “You better fucking drink every drop,” he hissed.

“Yes, yes, I want it!”

“Open your mouth.  Keep it open.  Wider.”

Nico clenched his teeth, grunted, his eyes scrunching shut, then popping open just as the first gout of cum shot a bullseye into Rocky’s mouth.  Then the hand on the back of Rocky’s head pushed down, his dick thrusting all the way into Rocky’s throat, Nico shooting in powerful waves straight into Rocky’s guts.

“FUCK!” Nico shouted, thrusting his hips up, enhancing the orgasm, and Rocky felt Nico’s life pulsing into him, the thick salty fluid of the first shot coating his throat, lubricating it.  He felt dizzy from lack of oxygen, his vision turning red.  Would Nico forget that he needed to breathe, was more than just…a rag doll to be used for his pleasure…

Nico let go and Rocky gasped, panting.  “Lick it clean,” Nico commanded, and Rocky put his mouth back on the head, which twitched furiously, triply sensitive after such a powerful orgasm.

When Nico was satisfied that he was clean, he pulled Rocky’s head off.  In a flash, he was up and off the end of the bed, leaving Rocky to collapse onto his pillow, aching, exhausted, exhilarated.

Nico pulled up his sweats, sat on the edge of the bed, his mass pushing Rocky out of his way.  Rocky eagerly, willingly, moved over, but not so much that he couldn’t still feel the mass of Nico’s back against his legs.  Nico slipped into his shoes and got up, turning to give Rocky a grin.

“That was hot.  Good job, rookie.”  He winked and headed for the door.

Rocky laughed, but wanted to yell, STOP!  DON’T GO!  But that would be…so uncool.  So…desperate.  Which he was of course, but he knew the important thing was never to show it.

“So,” he called after Nico as he opened the door.  “Again sometime?”

“Oh yeah,” Nico said, grinning like a crocodile.  “Don’t make any plans after dance class next week.”  And then he was gone.

The afterimage of Nico stayed burned on Rocky’s retinas.  Rocky pulled his own dick out and, heedless of the mess, unable to stop long enough to get a cloth or even lock the door, he exploded like he never had before, nearly crying from the exquisite contractions.

Nico.  He had found a new religion, a new god, at last.

“You did it,” Sam said, slapping him on the back and handing him a beer.  “Congratulations.”

Jet whooped, banged out a Roman triumphal beat on the drums.  “Hail the conquering hero!”

“What are you talking about,” Rocky said, blushing. 

Jet got up and held a drumstick like a microphone, shimmying like a vixen.  “‘Like a virgin, HEY! Touched for the very first time!’”

“You look like Buffalo Bill when you do that,” Rocky grinned, having finally seen “Silence of the Lambs.”

Sam grabbed Rocky in a bear hug.  In that weird deep Buffalo Bill voice, he whispered into Rocky’s ear.  “Would you fuck me?  I would fuck me.”

Rocky laughed, twisted out of Sam’s grip.  “Shut up!”

“Who was it,” Jet said, handing Rocky a beer from the minifridge in the living room (installed there so they wouldn’t have to walk all the way to the kitchen for each beer). 

“Not telling,” Rocky said.

Jet put a thoughtful hand to his chin.  “I’m gonna say…that barista at Starbucks you like.  The one with the sleeve tats and the crooked grin.”

“Oh, does he give you a crooked grin?  I guess he’s all yours, then.”

Rocky felt a flush of excitement at the secret.  Nobody, ever, would ever guess Nico Paulus.  His bandmates tried record store clerks, DJs, even assistant professors, to no avail.

“Come on,” he said finally.  “Let’s get to work.”

“So it’s
omerta
then,” Rick said.  “You tella my secret, I breaka you legs.”

“Yep.  Something like that.  Come on, let’s make some music.”

Nothing unleashes the creative process like a period of delirious happiness that shatters a long streak of misery. 

They worked like demons on “Your Faith in Your Friends.” Rocky’s dedication and energy inspired the rest of the band to abandon schoolwork, girlfriends, even the sacred and holy “bong night,” to get the song right, to get it done.

It was the dawn of a new era.  You didn’t need a professional studio, you didn’t need a gigantic sound board.  All you needed to make a single was a Mac with GarageBand software, a decent microphone, and you were good to go. 

Jet was an ace with the program, and Rocky picked it up quickly.  When they were done massaging it, it had the gloss, the shine, the glitter of the new sound that they’d been exposed to in New York.  Rocky had finished the lyrics after his first time with Nico, giving it the sense of uplift it needed at the end.

But it’s the ones who don’t go, it’s the ones who stay

Through the lows

And the highs

Who hug and kiss you when you lose your lover

And it’s good, it’s so good, so good to see you too

To know you’re there when the chips are down

Look around, don’t look around, don’t think about it yet

Today you’re young and happy and nothing can go wrong

Your faith in your friends is strong. 

Rocky’s voice had “broken” in the last month.  Broken wide open, as if Nico’s cock in his throat had uncorked something bottled up in there, something held back all this time.  The others were astonished; Rocky had always had a good voice but now…

“Fuck,” Sam whispered as Jet finished saving the final version of the song.  “We are going to be so rich.”

Rocky, nodded, and texted Korey. 
Got something for you to hear.

When Nico put a hand on Rocky’s ass, he nearly screamed.  It was as if his whole essence was pulled to that spot, every nerve recruited to sense that one spot.

“You want that?” Nico asked.

“I…I don’t know.  You’re so huge.”

“Yeah,” Nico smiled.  “It’s gonna take some work.  Take off your clothes.”

A month into their weekly sessions, and Rocky had never been naked with Nico, had only bent to his task between Nico’s legs as soon as his master flopped on his bed.  Nico, as always, was still dressed, his sweats pulled down to his knees.

Rocky stripped quickly, knowing his frame was slim, but athletic, wiry but not skinny.  A Rock Star Bod.  He’d got his first tattoo, too, a fragment of the MC Escher drawing of the interlocking black and white birds flying in opposite directions.  A friend of Rick’s had done it for free, after he’d heard Rocky sing Audioslave’s “Show Me How to Live.”

“Turn around,” Nico said.  “Lemme see that ass.”

Rocky complied.  He was smooth, pale, and unashamed.

“Bend over.”

Rocky bent over, presenting like an animal to his mate. 

“Fuck that’s nice,” Nico said.  “Cherry ass.  Shit…”

Rocky reached back, less and less nervous and more and more shameless each time they were together.  He stroked his ass with his hands, squeezed his firm melons. 

“Jesus.  Where’s the lube.”

Rocky grabbed the lube that had so far only served him for whacking off.  He held it out to Nico.

Nico stroked his cock slowly, lazily.  “No way, man.  Put it in your ass.”

Rocky squeezed a palmful, then more, onto his hand.  He put his fingers slowly, hesitantly to his asshole.  He’d been there before, slipping a greasy finger or two into his ass as he jerked off, wishing this day would come with Nico, never daring hope that it would.

Nico reached down and stripped off his sweats, tossing them to the side.  Then he crossed his hands at the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled that off, too, till he was only wearing his long white “jock socks” with the old school red bands at the tops.

Rocky froze, spellbound.  Nico’s body was exquisite.  His abs were ripped, the V at his hips was deep enough that the edges cast a shadow, his chest was barely hairy.  His shoulders rippled as he stroked his dick. 

Nico waved a hand at his backpack. “Rubbers in there.  Front pocket.  Wash your hands off first!” he laughed.

Rocky laughed too, quickly wiping off on a towel.  His hands shook as he opened Nico’s bag, pulled out the strip of condoms for the Extra Large Man.

Nico extended his hand.  “I’ll do it.”  With a swift motion, he tore the wrapper and rolled the condom over his dick.  “Now grease it up.”

Rocky went overboard with the lube, knowing how hard this would be.  He stroked Nico’s dick, making sure it was slathered all the way down.  Then, his eyes on Nico’s, he reached around and pushed the rest of the lube into his ass.

“Fuck.  Yeah.” Nico said.  He put his hands behind his head.  “Now sit on my hips.  Yeah, up there.”  Rocky straddled Nico’s waist, its mass spreading his legs.

“Just move back a little.  Till you feel the head up against the small of your back.”

Rocky wriggled until he felt the pylon behind him. 

“Back a little more, till it’s running along your ass crack.  Perfect.  Stop there.”

Rocky reached back to touch it and Nico’s hand flew from behind his head to catch Rocky’s hand.  “No.  Don’t touch it.”  Then he cradled his head again, angling it to watch Rocky.

“Now, bend over, towards my chest.  Good.  Feel it?  Feel that tip?”

“Yeah…”

“Good,” Nico whispered encouragingly.  “Slide up a little bit, till it’s right against your asshole.”

Rocky felt it, cool and slippery, just against his hole.  He tried to push back on it.

“Stop,” Nico commanded.  “Just wait.”

Rocky moaned, his eyes shut tight.  He wanted it so bad!  Nico was torturing him.  He heard Nico laugh, and saw him grinning.  “That’s right.  Fucking gonna tease you with it.  Get you wet on the inside so you slide right down on it.”

Then Nico squeezed his asshole hard, over and over, to make his cock jump, the tip pulsing against Rocky’s asshole.  “Yeah.  Fuck.  Okay.  Now.  Slowly.  Back into it.”

Nico’s cock slipped, slid back up Rocky’s ass crack towards the small of his back.

“Okay, we missed,” Nico laughed.  “No,” he said sternly, “don’t put your hand back there.  You’re gonna do this my way.”

Rocky nodded.  “Yeah, okay.”

Nico raised an eyebrow.  “Yeah?  Yeah what?”

“Yes…sir?” Rocky said tentatively, tasting the word, the sound of it.  And liking what he heard, what he tasted.  Surrender.

Nico’s face went nearly slack with lust.  “That’s right.  You only do what I say, you hear?”

“Yes sir,” Rocky nearly whimpered.  The blood rushed to his asshole now.

“I’m in command,” Nico said, all quarterback now, calling the play with no interference from anyone.

“Yes sir.”

Nico’s hands clamped Rocky by the hips, and his own hips thrust up.  Rocky didn’t resist, opened for him, and felt the tip push inside him.

The muscle resisted, strained.  “Breathe,” Nico ordered, his eyes boring into Rocky’s soul as deeply as his cock was about to in his body.

Rocky couldn’t stand it.  His own cock twitched, leaking, dripping onto Nico.  Nico laughed.  “Messy boy, you’re gonna lick that off me when you’re done, you hear?”

“Yes sir!” Rocky’s voice nearly cracked as he said it.

Then, slowly but insistently, Nico’s hands pushed Rocky down onto him.  “Bend over more, open up.”

“O fuck, o God…”

“Yeah.  That’s it.  Fucking take it.  Fucking horse cock up your cherry ass.”

“Yes!”

Nico’s hand flew to his face, grabbed his chin hard.  “Yes what!”

“Yes sir!”

Nico’s face went dark, angry, his lip curled.  He moved his hand from Rocky’s chin to cover his mouth, and with a thrust of his hips, was deep inside.

As Nico had expected, Rocky did scream, into Nico’s muffling paw.  “That’s it,” Nico said, softly now, his hand softly stroking Rocky’s face, leaving streamers of pleasure in its wake.  “That’s it.”  His hand stroked Rocky’s neck, grasped it gently.  “Just like the back of your throat.  Only with no gag reflex.”

Rocky laughed, then flinched, the convulsion of his laugh squeezing his aching sphincter around Nico’s mass.  Nico laughed, too.  “That’s right.  Enjoy it.  You like it?”

“Yeah…it hurts though.  Just let me…”

Nico put a hand on Rocky’s shoulders, holding him perfectly still.  With his other hand, he put a finger to his lips, grinning as he did.  “Shh.  I’m in charge.  I’m not letting you do anything, you hear?”

“Yes sir,” Rocky smiled back.  The ache was diminishing, and his senses changed their focus to the sense of fullness, the heat of Nico’s big dick inside him.

Nico squeezed his own sphincter again, and again, making his dick twitch inside Rocky, not moving otherwise. 

“How’s that feel.”

“It’s so big.  Christ, it must weigh five pounds.”

Nico and Rocky both laughed at that, their twitches just out of sync. 

Rocky looked Nico in the eyes now, solemn, steady.  “Please, sir, please fuck me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, please, sir.”

Nico nodded.  Rocky weighed about a hundred pounds less than he did, and it was easy for him to roll them over, still embedded in Rocky’s ass.  Then Rocky was on his back, legs in the air, Nico’s hands on his ankles pinning them up to the wall.

Rocky looked up at Nico, so massive, so warm, so strong.  Nico was pressing even deeper into him now, not asking, not warning, just…doing it.  Rocky felt Nico’s cock push at something inside him, squeeze it – Rocky’s prostate, he knew from biology class.  His cock responded with a short gush of fluid that oozed down his shaft.

Nico grinned and put a hand on Rocky’s cock, which almost made him scream.  He scooped up the juices, pulled his own cock almost all the way out, leaving just the tip still inside.  Then he slathered Rocky’s cum onto his own dick, and pushed it back in, his eyes never leaving Rocky’s. 

“Fuck you with your own cum…”

“Oh, yeah, fuck yeah…”

Nico forgot to make him say “sir,” forgot everything as he began to move his hips, in and out, careful, so careful in that tight hole not to blow too soon.

Rocky thought he would faint with pleasure, as Nico varied his rhythm, slow stroke, fast stab, Rocky never able to anticipate, to steel himself for the blow when it came.  His own hardon bounced and danced and dripped with the juices Nico was forcing out of his prostate when he hit it.

Nico groaned, moving slower, hissing, biting his lip, and with the practiced timing of an expert, pulled out, and ripped off the rubber, jacking himself furiously just as he started to come like a squirt gun, pow, pow, pow. 

He got up in Rocky’s face, pumping himself hard, the meat of his hand between thumb and forefinger banging into Rocky’s chin as he shot in Rocky’s gaping mouth.  Mostly in his mouth, anyway; his strokes sent shots flying onto Rocky’s cheeks, into his hair, and fuck, the look on Rocky’s delirious face, drunk on cum, made him shoot again.

“Clean it off,” he commanded, and Rocky went to work, enthusiastically licking every trace of lube and cum from Nico’s dick and balls, licking his own drippings off Nico’s abs, leaving him clean as a whistle.  Then, as always, Nico jumped off the bed and dressed in a flash.