Title: Pocket Full of Kryptonite
Author: RealmofRed
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Done for the "masturbation" challenge.

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My day off. I stretch and burrow further down under the blankets. I can hear Greg getting ready for work. The scent of fresh coffee wafts into the bedroom, but I am far too comfortable to fall for the lure of Greg's delicious brew. I open one eye and Greg is nearing the side of the bed. He leans over. "Hey, sleeping beauty, I gotta go, but there's coffee for you when you get up. I'll call you later, okay?" He gives me a toothpaste and coffee-flavored kiss. "I love you baby. Sleep tight."

"Love you too, peanut", I mumble. I watch him walk away, cute ass accentuated by tight jeans. That boy just plain gets me hot. He could be wearing a pair of those nasty plaid golf pants and he would still look sexy. Thinking about how good Greg looks is making one part of my body wake up. Closing my eyes, I roll over onto my back. My hand brushes across my chest, lightly teasing a nipple into hardness. I moan softly, and I feel my cock twitch. I lick my finger and give my other nipple some much-needed attention, the warm wetness like a liquid caress. The sensation rushes straight to my cock, and I can't wait any longer. I reach a hand down as I kick off the blankets, wrapping my hand around the base of my shaft. Not to brag, but I am quite a handful, as Greg's sore ass can attest to. I've got eight inches of hard, hot cock, and enough girth to make it hurt. And I like to give it to Greg, in his ass, down his throat, as much of me as he can take. I reach for the bottle of lube on the bedside table and pour some into my hand. I love my cock slick and wet when I jack off, my hand sliding easily from one pleasure point to another. I grip my cock in the middle and slide my hand up over my head, gasping as my fingers brush the ridge on the underside. The lube makes each finger in my grip slide easily over that spot. Greg does the most amazing thing with his tongue to that spot, one that makes me want to grab his head and fuck that hot mouth.


My fingers spread lube over my cockhead, mixing with the precum that has been steadily oozing out. My hand moves slowly down my length, all the way to the base, making my cock glisten with wetness and throb in time with my pulse. My other hand reaches down to roughly grab my balls, squeezing and pulling on my sac. The hand on my cock moves up and down, squeezing, giving it a twist when I reach the head. Sweat has formed on my face and chest, my breathing has quickened, and my cock feels like fucking kryptonite, that's how fucking hard I am. I think about how Greg looks when he's on his hands and knees with me buried up to my balls in his sweet, tight ass. I think about the sweat that forms in the small of his back when I fuck him, how he moans and swears and begs me not to stop. I can feel myself getting close now, and I concentrate my movements on my head and upper shaft as I thrust into my own hand. A vision of Greg flashes through my mind, tied up and being forced to swallow my cock, and seeing his cheeks fill as I come in his warm eager mouth, my come dripping down his chin.

With one last twist of my hand, I let go, spilling all over my stomach and hand, my hips arching up off the bed, Greg's name on my lips. I lay there, catching my breath, fingers tracing lines through warm stickiness on my stomach. As I start to drift off, I smile to myself. Greggo is SO going to get fucked tonight.

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Greggo is SO going to get fucked tonight.

I've jacked off once today already, but I'll be damned if I'm not still horny as hell. All day I've had vivid images of what I want to do to Greg. I want him lying on the bed in front of me, hard, flushed, needy and ready for my cock. I want him to gasp with pleasure and pain as I slam myself into his ass. Don't get me wrong----I love Greg with all my heart and I would never hurt him—but we definitely like our sex rough. Greg likes to be pushed to his limits, and I'm only too willing to be the pusher—in more ways than one.

Greg calls me and says he'll be home in about an hour. I jump into the shower, then sit on the couch, naked. My dick is already half-hard, anticipating Greg's arrival. I don't touch myself though—I'm saving that for Greg's ass, or mouth, or maybe both. I hear his key in the door and then he comes bopping into the living room, and stops. I can see his eyes widen as he looks at me, naked and aroused, and I know that he knows what I want.

Greg clears his throat. "Well, one guess what's been on your mind all day. Miss me much?"

I look at him with a predatory gaze. "I've been hard all day thinking about what I want to do to you. Right after you left, I jacked off thinking about you sucking me off, and me fucking you, hard." I reach down and start stroking my cock, and I can see the bulge in the front of Greg's jeans. I get up off the couch and walk over to Greg. I roughly grab his balls and he gasps. I lean in and capture his mouth with mine, shoving my tongue into his mouth. Never breaking contact, I walk Greg backwards until he reaches the living room wall. I pin him roughly against it, my tongue still plundering his mouth. My hand reaches up under his shirt to tweak his nipple. I can hear and feel his moan. I know he wants to touch me, but he knows better. I'm in control, and I will dictate when and where and even if he can touch. I break our kiss and push him in the direction of our bedroom.

"Strip for me." I order. Greg's eyes are hot pools of desire as he slowly lifts his shirt, giving me a flash of his smooth, flat belly. His breathing has quickened, and I can see that red flush creeping down his body. He pulls his shirt over his head, and then runs his hand across his rock hard abs. He reaches down and unbuckles his belt, then slowly undoes his button-fly jeans, one at a time, and I can see black bikini underwear peeking out. He shimmies out of his jeans, letting them pool at his feet. He steps out of them, never breaking his gaze, and hooks his thumbs in the sides of his underwear. He pulls them down, the waistband getting caught on his erection. He pulls them over his cock, and it slaps back onto his belly with a soft thud. He's naked, waiting and ready for whatever I have in mind.

"Lay down on the bed", I whisper.

He lies down, and I pull out the soft nylon ropes out from under the mattress. Greg splays his arms out willingly, and I firmly, but gently, tie him up. His cock is rock hard. So is mine. I sit beside him and lovingly cup his cheek. I bend down to kiss him, softly, and I whisper, "I love you."

Greg looks up at me, eyes dark with love and desire. "I love you too Nicky. I'm yours. Do with me what you will."

I lean over and bite Greg's nipple, and he yelps in surprise and pain. I lick the swollen nub, taking tiny nips in between. Greg pulls on his restraints, hips arching upward, his cock ready and dripping. Most times I like to map out all the pleasure spots on Greg, linger over those sensitive patches of skin, but not tonight. Tonight is not about foreplay or taking our time. Tonight is all about me fucking Greg. I originally intended to go slow, but my cock is telling me otherwise. I grab the lube, the warming kind, and pour some over my fingers. Greg spreads his legs apart, and I slip a finger past the tight ring of muscle. Greg groans and arches up into my touch. Between the warming lube and the heat of Greg's body, my finger feels like it has been dipped in molten lava. I add another finger, stretching and readying Greg. He whimpers at the added sensation, and I know its time. I pull my fingers out of him, grab the lube, and slick up my cock. I line myself up with Greg's hole and push. His breath hitches as I enter him. My own breath hisses out from between my clenched teeth as my cock is enveloped by Greg's hot, tight hole. I slide about half way in, then pull back, wanting to tease Greg a little bit. I stop, and he pulls against the ropes.

"Oh god Nicky, please, please baby, don't stop........", Greg pants, a light sheen of sweat breaking out on his flushed skin.

I smile. "You know I always give you what you want, don't you?" With that, I slam my cock all the way in, and Greg screams. I know that had to hurt a little, but Greg likes it that way. I pull back a little and plunge in again, nailing his prostate and then the litany begins.

"Oh god, oh god, Nicky, yes yes yes, oh baby, fuck me, fuck me, give me all of that big cock of yours, yessss, fuck me so hard I can't sit for a week." Greg's eyes are closed and his body is thrashing around as much as he can. I grab his legs and hook his knees over my shoulders, and sink into the white-hot depths until my balls are slapping against Greg's ass. His moans, groans, screams and shudders are making it difficult to hold on. But it feels too good to be inside Greg, and I pound into him with everything I've got. I swear I feel like fucking Superman with a dick of steel. My fingers are leaving bruises on his hips, but somehow I don't think he will mind. A spark of electric lust starts flickering in the pit of my stomach, and I know I'm going to come soon. I reach around and grab Greg's cock and stroke it in time with my thrusts. He yelps and arches into my hand.

"Oh god, Nick, yes, stroke it, yeah stroke it baby, make me come all over, yes yes, fucking yank my cock cowboy!" he yells. I comply and grip him tighter and stroke faster, and he gives out one last cry and comes. His body jumps with each spurt of his cock. My hand is covered with his
cum and I bring a finger up to my mouth and lick it off. I offer another finger to Greg and his tongue darts out to taste himself. That does it. Seeing Greg lick his own juices puts me over the edge, and I thrust once, twice and scream as I empty my load into Greg. My vision grays.

"Greg, baby, ohmigod, fuck yesss..." I groan as I collapse onto his chest. I rest for a moment, then I sit up and pull out. I reach up and untie the ropes around Greg's wrists, noting the red rings from where he struggled. I press my lips to each wrist, and I lean in and kiss Greg deeply. He reaches out and we fall into each other's arms, exhausted, sated and sweaty. Greg buries his head in my shoulder. "Mmmmm nice ride cowboy. Wear your hat next time, okay?"

Greggo SO got fucked tonight.


Finis

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