Nick and Tyler are off with the rest of the Pirate Island cast and crew to a tropical vacation/film shoot. But this is more than just another porno - it's a competition...a manhunt. Will Tyler be taken prisoner and forced to serve cruel new top guy Royce while Nick watches? Or will the hunter be captured by the game! More
Nick and Tyler are off with the rest of the Pirate Island cast and crew to a tropical vacation/film shoot. But this is more than just another porno - it's a competition...a manhunt. Will Tyler be taken prisoner and forced to serve cruel new top guy Royce while Nick watches? Or will the hunter be captured by the game!
Tyler pushed his way back through the crowd, his arms over his head with a triple shot of Jager in each hand. The whole time, his eyes never left Nick. He wriggled and twisted out of every assgrabber’s grasp, until he was face to face with Nick. He handed Nick the shot. “Cheers.” “Cheers,” Nick said, puzzled and wondering what was going on. They both knocked back their shots and the bartender dimmed the lights even dimmer than they already were. A few whoops went up, the music suddenly got louder, and Tyler dropped to his knees in front of Nick. He looked up adoringly at his boyfriend. “Just us two now,” he said, unbuttoning and unzipping Nick’s trademark cargo shorts. He reached in and pulled out Nick’s long, fat cock for all to see. The crowd closed in around them, hands reaching for Tyler, and he looked up at Nick as he swatted them away. Then Tyler’s lips were on Nick’s already-stiffening dick. Nick closed his eyes, his senses shutting out the whole world outside the tip of his penis. Tyler was concentrating just on the head of his dick, licking it, kissing it, nipping ever so lightly with his teeth on it. Nick pushed his hips forward to thrust his package out, to let Tyler do what he wanted to do – to show the world Nick’s enormous cock, to show them what he had that they didn’t. Then, finally, Tyler adjusted the angle of his head and neck, opened wide, and took it all down his throat. Nick groaned as the audience sighed, all drowned out by the pounding sound of Glass Candy’s “Beatific.” Tyler held Nick’s cock entirely inside his throat, his chin grinding on Nick’s pelvis, for what seemed like an eternity. It seemed sometimes like Tyler could go forever without breathing. Nick had been amazed the first time Tyler had done it, deep throating him for almost two minutes without coming up for air. “I was a competitive swimmer in high school,” Tyler told him. “Now that’s something I learned in school that’s really useful!” Finally, though, Nick’s dick popped out of Tyler, who let it bounce and snap back against Nick’s hard flat abs. Both of them were swatting hands away now, till the audience finally got the idea – look, don’t touch. Helping hands started keeping overeager graspers from even trying. They were into it now, protecting the island that was Tyler and Nick. Nick reached down, caressed Tyler’s face, then gave it the little slap he knew would really get him going, then took his dick in hand and pointed it at Tyler’s open eager mouth as his other hand reached back and forced Tyler’s head down on it. This time, when his cock was fully engulfed, he started thrusting, both hands on the back of Tyler’s head now, fucking it like a farm boy fucks a melon. Every now and then he’d let Tyler up for air. He reached out and grabbed someone’s beer of his hand, took a swig, and spit it in Tyler’s face. Shock and delirious pleasure suffused Tyler’s face then, and rest period was over, he was ready again. Nick stood up now, putting his abs, his hips, into the thrusts. Tyler’s head was a hole, a tunnel, a cum dumpster. He felt himself edging closer and thought about pulling out and stroking it. But it was like Tyler read his mind, reaching up and grabbing the base of his cock himself so it couldn’t get away, never taking his mouth off it. Nick tore Tyler’s hand off it and gave in, thrusting harder and harder, his prostate stinging, squeezing, his balls getting tighter and tighter. “FUCK!” he shouted as he came down Tyler’s throat, every drop slamming straight into his guts. He pumped and pumped, until finally, his spent dick lost pressure and started to get soft.