Sorry for the major delay in this chapter! I had gone on a vacation after my exams and then I got busy with work. Thank you to everyone for their patience :) Enjoy! *** Unloading Guns It was warm, and sweaty in the sleeping bag when Nick woke up the next morning. His backside felt stiff, the inside of his body was raw and his loins ached at the thought of...
Nick Evans loved Mondays. It was the one day he could skip class-the excuse of volunteer work had gotten him off school more times than he could count. And seeing as Monday was the beginning of the working week, Nick knew that Francis McCarthy would be out on his farm, working hard, without a shirt on. The McCarthy Farm consisted of a barn, a house, a stabl...
Sorry for the major delay in this chapter! It was a difficult one to write and it ended up being much longer than I originally intended. Thank you to everyone for their patience and I hope you enjoy reading it! :) *** Easter Sunday Nick's week in California had been hell. He had to stay in his brother's apartment (which was old and gross), he'd gone witho...
To all my wonderful readers, please read the note at the bottom of this story on page 4, as it's important for what will happen in chapter 7 and whether it will be uploaded or simply skipped in favour of part 8. Thanks! *** Brotherly Love Since Nick had blown Francis off for Matt that day at the lake, Francis was forced to find pleasure elsewhere. His att...
Blowies in the Bathroom The morning of the wedding had been way too hectic for Nick. He'd woken up early, showered vigorously, ironed the shit out of his clothes, went through half of a lint-roller and spayed himself with so much cologne he was sure that people in airplanes overhead would be able to detect his movements by smell alone. The drive to Francis'...
Chapter 13: In the Hay Over the next few weeks, Nick and Francis had grown inseparable. Francis would pick Nick up from school and sneak him into his bedroom where they'd hang out for hours on end. Nick would sometimes sleep over, telling his parents he was at a friends' working on homework. Francis often got away with telling his parents that Nick was just...
Nailed at the Gym Nick hadn't gone back to the farm since Francis had fucked him. It had been a week since the best Monday of his life, but Nick was far too scared to go back. He wasn't sure if Francis would be happy or pissed to see him. Was Francis fucking him so hard and rough supposed to be some sort of punishment for spying on him? And if it wasn't, wa...
There's just something so special about family reunions. Part of the reason would have to be the fact that most members of the extended family have only seen each other once or twice every two years. Now, everyone can gather together in one place at the same time. They are just so pleased to come together and catch up on current events. Some are just happy m...
The Priest in my theology class at school said that the Bible claimed that real love was being willing to sacrifice your life for someone else. I guess that means that I never really loved Francis. I met Francis when I was fifteen. He was two years older than me and he was my mentor, my guide to my new school. My parents thought it was a good idea for me to...
Francis took the blame. Francis was cool like that. He just spoke up, said it was all his fault, told the headmaster that I hadn't been any where near him when it had happened. Everyone liked Francis, the headmaster would let him off with some time-consuming but pretty trivial punishment; the new pupil, the new English pupil. Francis would have to practice h...