Justin lifted his head from the book he was reading, when the hotel room door slammed shut, echoing through the small room. Justin moved his homework off his lap, and lowered his book. Josh was walking towards him. He had that look. Justin knew that look. And he knew to be expecting it. Josh had called from the meeting. Telling Justin, him and the rest of the guys would be at the hotel shortly. The meeting was long, tiresome, and all around horrible. Justin remembered the last time he saw that look. He ended up sore. Very sore. Fucked ten ways from Sunday kinda sore. But he loved every minute of it. And he couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation. Knowing what that look meant. “Hi Josh.” “Do you feel better baby?” Justin nodded his head yes. Slowly. That’s why he had stayed at the hotel. He hadn’t felt good, so he played the pout card. Sometimes being so young really came in handy. Squeeze out a few tears, whine a little, and stick out that lower lip, Boom. Everything you want. “Good. Then I want your ass naked and in the shower. Now.” Justin scrambled off the bed, almost tripping over his long legs and too-big feet. He stopped before the bathroom door. Sliding his boxers down over his legs, Justin turned his head over his shoulder to look at JC. JC growled at Justin’s feigned innocence. How he could get his cheeks to flush the slightest bit red in embarrassment, when JC damned well knew not shit embarrassed the boy. Exhibitionist, voyeur, pervert, foul-mouthed. You name it, that was Justin. Nothing bothered him. And he was fourteen. Justin had just enough time to turn the water on, scalding hot, lathering his skin with the baby oil he knew JC liked so much. JC would be getting undressed right about now, and Justin had it perfectly timed down to the second. He had just finished returning the baby oil to the shelf, when the shower curtain was ripped open and JC stepped in. “You’re so bad.” Justin rubbed his body up and down JC’s, purring and reminding JC of everything feline. Standing up on his toes, Justin reached to whisper into JC’s ear. “Punish me.” And then JC had him pinned against the shower wall. His arms over his head, that cold tile pressing against his nipples, his chest, his dick, heavy and hard. JC used one hand to keep Justin’s hands stationary, pinned above his head while the other hand traced down his spine. He bit roughly on Justin’s neck as his hand slid over that perfect little ass, slipping down in between those round cheeks. “I’ll punish you alright.” Justin screamed out. Loud. God he loved this man. JC wasted no time shoving his finger to the hilt and pulling out. Coming back the second time with two fingers instead of one. He scissored them, stretching Justin as much as possible. JC loved the feeling of his cock sheathed in Justin’s tight hole. He couldn’t get over the excitement of it. And it shocked JC every time he did it. Every time and Justin was still such a tight little fuck. It didn’t matter if they waited days, hours, weeks, minutes, before going at it again, Justin was still always as tight as the first time. And JC loved it. “Please. Josh. Please more..” JC groaned shakily. Justin could be on his knees, naked as the day he was born, begging to suck your cock, and he still looked and sounded like the most virginal thing around. It made JC’s cock throb. He loved it. JC pushed into Justin slowly. He might have got carried away during the fucking, but never did he want to intentionally hurt Justin. He knew he was well endowed and with as tight as Justin was, well you just don’t shove your dick up there as hard as you can on the first couple thrusts. You have to wait until later. Justin gasped, moaned, groaned, screamed, whispered, and panted as JC moved in and out of his body for the first few minutes. He could feel the excitement building in JC’s body and knew it was coming soon. He could feel it building in his own body. And when JC pulled all the way out, Justin almost cheered. JC withdrew from Justin’s body completely and grasped the boy’s hips. Roughly, JC turned Justin around to face him. Lifting him up, Justin’s legs automatically went around his waist. Justin’s back slammed against the tiles and now JC was fucking him. Really, really fucking him. Justin’s head smacked against the tile and JC bit at his exposed neck. Breathing rapid, wet, and heavy against the skin. JC’s cock slammed in and out of Justin’s body. All of JC’s body working together. Justin’s body working with JC’s. Fucking. Hard. JC always felt guilty. The next day. Never did he feel guilty the same day. He knew Justin wanted it. And Justin could make his own decisions. He was 14, so what. Big deal. JC had been having sex since he was 13. And he took care of Justin. Okay, so maybe JC was a little too old to be involved with a 14 year old. 19 might be pushing it a little. No. Justin wasn’t a regular 14 year old. He had the body of an 18 year-old, and the maturity of a 16 year-old. That was enough for JC. Hell, even the rest of the group knew they were fucking. JC’s legs gave out as he fell to the bathtub floor. He brought Justin with him. Justin brought the shower curtain and the curtain rod down with him. JC gripped Justin’s ass and working him on his hard cock. Flipping them over, keeping Justin’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, JC pushed the boy flat on his back, putting one of his arms under that curly mop of hair to support Justin’s head as well as himself. Justin gripped JC’s shoulders, crying out as his young body was pounded into. He clenched down, his ass tightening around JC’s thick cock, eliciting a moan. JC thrust harder each time, until Justin was begging, a mixture of vowels and constants, not forming any words. Justin knew that JC had crazy endurance. He could go for hours. Hours. Which was a long time when you’re the one getting fucked. Justin pushed at JC’s body until they rolled as much as they could. Scooted a little, and readjusted. Justin placed his hands on JC’s chest, threw his head back, and rode JC. Hard. JC moaned, gripping Justin ass tighter. Those large hands covering that round ass and still being able to grasp at bony hips. He lifted Justin up, slamming him back down on to his hard cock. Justin knew better than to control the pace. He’d let JC direct the speed, he’d control the motion. It only took a few swivels of his hips, and he was coming. And Justin was pretty sure he sounded like a twelve year old girl when he came, because he screamed really high, but JC didn’t seem to care. And JC was coming too. Justin leaned down, laying his body flush with JC’s. He knew it wouldn’t be long before JC was ready to go again. Justin was going to enjoy this break. Oh and that was nice. JC’s hands running up and down his back. Felt good. And someone kept coughing. Justin opened an eye to look up at the same time JC yelled. “What do you guys want?” Justin tried to pay attention, and he was pretty sure JC had pulled the shower curtain over his ass. Justin thought for a moment to tell JC he didn’t care if the guys saw him naked, but his mouth wouldn’t open, and his eyes were closing. “Did you break him JC?” “What? Joey, don’t be stupid. I didn’t break him.” “Right Jace. Dammit. Look at him. He’s all orgasm-comatose.” “Calm down Lance. He just needs some time to recover.” JC’s eyes clouded over a little and Chris coughed again. “Yeah, Joey recover right.” “I have a feeling our little Justin’s gonna be walking awful funny tomorrow.” Lance fumed. “Hello. Joey. Are you still with me? Our little Justin isn’t gonna be walking anytime tomorrow. At all. Do you remember the last time?” Joey’s eyes cleared in realization, his hand flying to his mouth. “That was from them fucking. Justin told me he broke his tailbone and that’s why he couldn’t sit down on his ass and that's why it hurt so bad to walk. He said he fell on something.” “Yeah. He did break his tailbone. And he fell on the edge of the bathtub while they were fucking in the shower.” JC looked up. Chris stared at the wallpaper. Lance looked like he needed a good blow-job. Joey looked highly amused. “He didn’t break his tailbone, he bruised it, Chris, go give Lance some ass. He needs to lighten up. Joey, quit checking Justin out. He's mine. Now if you will kindly leave us alone. Justin and I have some more fucking to do.”
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