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Abe got home, not really knowing what to do with the new experience JFK graciously gave him. “How the hell am I supposed to learn as I go if I don’t keep going?” Yeah, that’s probably the best way of saying “Hey best friend, I wanna keep having sex with you.” So he made sure to write it down in his notes app for the next day. While he kept thinking about it, he realized he’d need to get himself some condoms and anything else he might need for their next rendezvous and.. potential endeavors he’d been thinking of. “Man, I hope we don’t have to do it in the storage closet again. My butt was starting to get sore last time.” He massaged his glutes before going to sleep, awaiting the promising day ahead of him.
Waking up, he had the lucky misfortune of having morning wood. He cursed at his body, harshly whispering “Dumb body! I’m supposed to save this for later!” He grunted as he got out of bed, the mixture of pleasure and pain clashing as he trudged to the bathroom for a shower. While taking care of his hard-on, he thought about what he and JFK did yesterday, and what he told him before speeding off in his car, and into a tree. “…Learn as I go, eh? I wonder what kinda stuff he had in mind when he said that…” He slowly slid his had down his base, gripping it as he continued his imaginative scene.
He thought back to yesterday’s events; the ethereal feeling of JFK’s ass squeezing every drop out of him and just how impossibly hot (literally and figuratively) his throat was taking the entirety of his length. He had instinctively put a hand on his mouth to attempt to muffle any noise that he might make: he was not about to make enough noise to the point his foster dad would ask who he was jerking off to because he’d be surely be disappointed it wasn’t someone like Cleo or Joan. He quickened his movements, feeling his climax getting closer as he kept thinking about JFK making him cum. The bulge he got to see — got to make, and remembering the visual of watching this jock be brought to tears because of his dick, he finally came, making sure to keep his hand on his mouth as he leaned against the shower walls for support.
Stifling a mewl, he came on his hand and on the wall, and as quick as it came the water quickly washed it off. After taking a breather, finishing his shower (and giving himself some more prep) he readied himself to head to school. While on his way there, his eyes couldn’t seem to stop replacing everything with JFK: the lines on a brick wall, the historical figures museum, and even the sidewalk somehow perfected a visual of his extravagant curves. Scratching his head, he thought out loud, “Man, I sure hope this doesn’t mean anything.” Fastening his pace, he swiftly arrived at the school, sitting at his usual spot he was assigned to have. Twenty minutes passed by and finally the man on his mind finally entered the room, his face springing into a smile as he spotted Abe.
His heart and chest felt… weird. It was probably just the usual ‘I’m so happy my best friend is here!’ jitters. Yeah that was probably it. He just needs to go about today like every other schoolday, which just happens to include mind-blowing (heh) sex. With his best friend. Who just happens to be the hottest guy at school and oh GOD WHAT AM I—
“Hey Abe!”
A cold sweat started to coat his back, hesitant to raise his hand to do the usual wave he’d greet his best friend with. “H-Hey, Jack…” The jock plopped in his seat beside his lanky bestie, heaving as he slumped against the desktop. “Boy, this class sho’re is, uh, boring, huh, Abe?” Though his brain was jumbled from his current sexuality crisis that he was not ready to address with anyone at the moment, he tried redirecting his focus to what JFK had stated instead of focusing on his voluptuous curves. Leaning on his chair, he brazenly says, “Y-Yeah! It sure is! I-It’s almost like it’s begging for us to leave and do something better, right?” He begged to whatever God that exists that he would take the hint. “Yeah, right! And, er uh, nothin’ cures boredom like a good bang! Let’s go find us some, uh, broads, Lincoln!” He vigorously nodded his head, grabbing his things and bolting it out the room with JFK tailing him, where they reconvene in his motorcade resting in the parking lot.
Sitting with the back seats lied down, they get to talking. “Er uh, Abe? What was all that for?” He gave the tall teen a confused look, not really knowing why he followed his best friend to his own car. Abe momentarily twiddled his thumbs, avoiding eye contact before nervously saying, “U-Uh, well, just like you said! ‘Nothin cures boredom like a good bang!’ So uh… I was kinda thinking we’d… d-do that…” He closed his legs, putting his knees in front of his face as he held his legs and hid his face from showing the blush forming across his cheeks. An agonizing silence followed his confession before a small hum coming from JFK gently disturbed his racing thoughts.
“Are you sure you, uh, wanna get freaky in a car? Or, uh, would you rather go—“
“The car.”
Abe quickly took off his shoes, tossing them to the side of the car before wrestling with his shirt & belt before he was preemptively stopped by JFK’s hands. “Woah, woah, hold ya horses, Abe! I don’t know if ya know this, but, uh, bangin’ in a car ain’t supah comfy…” Abe huffed and yelled “I DON’T CARE!! I-I, um, look— I just really really need to do… that right now!” He quickly fumbled around with JFK’s belt buckle, somehow managing to successfully taking off the belt in the midst of his frenzy. He harshly yanked at JFK’s pants, attempting to shuffle them down and getting them to mid-thigh, already happy to see him pent up underneath those tighty whitey’s.
JFK stumbled his words as he said “L-Look, Lincoln! This is fun and all, but uh, I get the feelin’ you’re goin’ a little feral. You gotta rein it in once in a while, dont’cha know?” Abe paused his attempts at pulling down JFK’s briefs, asking “Wha- but isn’t this kinda like what you’re trying to teach me to become a top dawg like you?!” He felt the gentle strength he was being held by, and mesmerized by those bold brown eyes, he watched as JFK consoled him with the simplest reply, “I’m not a ‘top-dawg’ by, er uh, only bein’ a top… eh, buddy.” Abe was absolutely flabbergasted by this profound confession, his face heating up. “Wai- WHAT?!” JFK patiently patted Abe’s hands, as he calmly responded “Don’t worry, ya big goof! I’m just tellin’ ya that it ain’t so bad once in a while to, uh, be the one to, er uh, be the railed instead o’ doin’ the railin’.” He leaned back on his hands, a sheepish grin spreading as he coyly asks, “Do ya’ think I’m, uh, any less of a man just cus I let ya put yer pecka’ in me?”
Abe vigorously shook his head and frantically waved his hands around, “NO! NO! Y-You! I-I don’t think any less of you just cus of that! I just… I have some… M-Maybe this is some of that ‘white guy’ stuff Frida was talking about earlier…” JFK swatted his hand and huffs, “What’s Frida know about bein’ a guy?! Look, Lincoln, I, er uh, get it… When it’s ‘bout feelin’ almost like a sissy when you, uh, decide to be on the bottom. But trust me! As your, uh, best bro, you’re still gonna be the same old Abe! Just, uh, with some more experience!” Hearing JFK’s words, genuine words that no one else might’ve been able to convey the same exact way to him, and felt his worries melt away. His best friend, his day 136, the guy that had his back even after arguing who would be better off with Joan, was getting him comfortable with the idea of letting himself try something he never would’ve guessed he’d like the idea of. He beams after reconciling with himself, and determinedly says “Alright! Then let’s do this!”
After a beat of silence, he fidgeted as he quietly asked, “S-So, uh, do you wanna do this in here o-or do you have a better idea?” JFK put a finger up, exclaiming, “I would, uh, like to officially invite you to my, er uh, humble abode! And there, we can, uh, get on with it! Or bettah’ yet, get it on! On my bed!!” Abe snickered, leaning on his hand as he rested on the wall of the car, happily saying “Then take me over there, Jack!” The jock giddly hopped into the drivers seat from the back, barely giving Abe time to shimmy his pants on while stepping on the gas and speeding to his house.
After a few crashes and some hit pedestrians, they finally made it to JFK’s house, hearing the sound of laughter and television as they approached the door. Through the front windows, the pair catch a glimpse of JFK’s two gay foster dads watching what seemed to be an episode of Will & Grace before making their non-stealthy entry. Wally and Carl turn over at the sound, saying “Hey, why are you out of school early?” “Yeah, ain’t you s’pose to be there for another two hours or somethin’?” The two looked at each other with anxious faces, but before JFK could retort, Abe put a hand to JFK’s forehead, exclaiming “JFK was starting to feel a little sick, so he was told to go home! And, as his best friend, I accompanied him to get him home safely. Sorry for the inconvenience!” He put his best smile on just to really ensure their safety, watching as his foster dads’ faces shift with confusion and understanding. Carl raises an eyebrow at the two, but Wally beams as he happily responds, “Oh my goodness, Carl! Our fine foster son has to be the luckiest boy alive to have such a caring best friend! Isn’t that great!” The burly man huffs with a small grin, “Can’t argue with that. Take care of him with whatever he needs, ‘kay?” Taking another sip of his beer as he and Wally resume to watching their designated daytime television. Abe and JFK nod, snatching some cabinet medicine before heading upstairs to JFK’s bedroom, where they gratefully close and lock the door.
“ABE! You are a, uh, GENIUS!! Nice touch to, er uh, snatch the meds before skedaddlin’ up ‘ere, eh?” He playfully punches Abe’s shoulder, causing Abe to slightly blush as he rubs his shoulder, sheepishly responding, “Wh-What?? N-Noooo, i-it wasn’t anything special! Just, making sure they didn’t question us comin’ in, y’know?” The jock nods, sitting on his bed as he continues the conversation. “Welp, now that we’re, uh, here, in my room, let’s, uh, get this show started, eh?” A playful smile was on his face, somehow easing and increasing Abe’s anxiety. The giddy jock opened his bedside drawer, bringing out a string of condoms, some lube and towels. “This time, it’ll be muuuch more comfy, alright? And, uh, easier too, okay?” He waved over to Abe, inviting him a spot to sit next to him. The lanky teen adhered his best friends request, sitting next to him, causing the bed to shift with the weight difference.
“I just, uh, wanted to check in with ya, since you’re my, er uh, best pal…” The jock nervously glanced at Abe’s eyes before returning his gaze downward, “You’re okay with takin’ it this time, right? Cus if not! I’m, uh, okay with anything you, er uh, feel like doin’!” As the voice of JFK’s questioning continued, becoming muffled in the back of his mind, he contemplated whether or not he really wanted to go through with this, Abe’s clammy hands and sweaty face made his thoughts spiral: what if he ends up fumbling his second experience? Would JFK still be his best friend? Would they be friends at all? What if he gets ridiculed for doing this?! For doing this with JFK of all people?! WHAT IF—
The firm squeeze his clammy hands felt gave his mind a shove in the midst of going insane, shaking his head as he focuses on the man in teen of him, a small blush on his face, whispering, “You know, if it makes ya feel bettah’, I was, uh, real nervous the first time I tried it…”
Abe’s mind went blank, and he absentmindedly questioned his best friend. “Wait, really? But, like, you’re so… confident in yourself! I can hardly imagine what made you scared of something like this when you’ve literally had to go through that death maze last year.” JFK snickers, slowly reclining onto the bed. “Hehe, well, uh, even I’ve got some stuff to explore, y’know? But, I did it with my best friend back then, and it was… a lot, but I, uh, still enjoyed it! As much of a wuss I was, I was glad he helped me learn to, uh, do all that back then. He helped me learn a lotta stuff when it came to bein’ a tough guy!” He laughs lightheartedly, looking off to the pictures on his wall, missing that esteemed best man. “S-So, I figured, uh, maybe I can do the same for you, yeah?”
Whatever God that existed in their world, Abe was now it’s primary worshiper, finally feeling JFK’s now noticeably sweatier hand. Those racing thoughts quelled as he came around to the idea of trying it, but he had one request. “Okay, but I-I wanna say that I wanna start slow, cus uh, i-it’s still pretty scary, y’know?” JFK nods, his thumb caressing Abe’s hand, “Yeah, don’t worry, I getcha. At any point, you’re uh, free to tell me anything! Got it?” His reassuring smile makes Abe’s aching heart contort, “Of course, bud!” Fidgeting with his hands, he mumbles, “W-What’s, uh, a good way to start slow…?” He embarrassedly looks at JFK for an answer, watching his brain work in real time as he starts shuffling to move. “Since you’re still, uh, pretty tense, I can work some magic on ya with a nice, relaxing massage. That sound slow enough for ya?” Abe tapped his fingers against his knees, nodding slowly as he straightened his back, “Y-Yeah, that’s okay with me.”
JFK settles behind Abe, each of his knees next to Abe’s hips, his body heat radiating behind him, making him even more nervous and already racing thoughts increase. JFK’s firm hands gently landed on the top of Abe’s shoulders, slowly beginning circular massages to his back, his fingers flitting about on his neck and collarbone. Abe’s skin crawled and rose with goosebumps as the jocks hands inched their way down his back, continuing those slightly rough rotations as his fingers unsubtly turned into carnal grips on his body, depraved of the original motivation and groping like a touch-starved person that had been graced by Abe’s clammy, bony body.
Shivers and jolts spread across Abe’s body as JFK continued working his hands in their frisky endeavor, squeezing his chest, stomach and waist whenever they could. The lanky teen muttered, “H-How, hah… how is this—mh— supposed to relax me?” Abe could feel the sweat dripping down his neck, dribbling off his scraggly beard, nearly exploding from embarrassment. JFK playfully scratched his beard, slyly responding “Whatever the hell I’m, er uh, doin’ seems to be doin’ the job!” Pointing towards Abe’s crotch, a noticeable bulge protruding from his typically shaggy pants. Heat emanated from Abe’s body, intensified after this discovery only to be made more apparent by the muffled sounds of laughter and daytime television downstairs keeping him conscious during this round. He breathes slowly, gripping his legs until he feels a twinge of pain. “I get it, you wanna show off! When do we get to the actual s-stuff?!” JFK tutted, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Abe! You should, uh, know bettah than anyone else that, uh, I ain’t showin’ off! I’m teachin’!”
Abe squinted his eyes, huffing as he put his hands on top of his obvious erection before muttering, “Sure doesn’t feel like I’m being taught… more like a tease, like Mary did…” Even though their faces weren’t in front of each other, the grating silence that followed his words stung in the air as JFK’s hands suddenly froze; Abe realized what a piercing statement he just blurted out to his best friend. He turned himself to face JFK, panicking as he tries to explain himself and apologize to that wide-eyed surprise. “W-WAIT! N-NO, that’s not what I’m trying to say, JFK! I-I was… L-Like I said! The gesture just reminded me of her, okay?! I’m not trying to say something else alright?!” He puts his clammy hands on JFK’s shoulders, erratically shaking him back and forth as he repeats, “YOU’RE NOTHING LIKE HER!”
In the midst of this chaos, JFK abruptly puts a finger to Abe’s forehead, slowly saying, “Wait a sec… So, uh, what you-uh sayin’ is… I’m makin’ you as much of mess as she did!” The blinding smile he proudly expressed on his face made Abe’s mind go blank. Someone— not Joan, not Confucius, not Frida; nobody else has come even an inch close to being this truly patient & considerate in the last 3 days like JFK has. Tears pricked his eyes as JFK’s optimistic retort started settling in his mind; even after his petty jab that felt like a deal-breaker, his best friend didn’t waver for a second… Even though his ears were blocking out everything JFK seemed to be worriedly saying, his tears continued to fall, knowing in his heart that he was being a genuine, caring friend for him. Putting his hands on his face, he tries to cover his guilt but can’t help his smile grow underneath.
JFK, on the outside of his inner tragedy, was starting panic, having just seen his best friend he was waiting to get freaky with suddenly start to cry after what he thought was a good response! His confidence from earlier shriveled away as he tried to comfort the weeping clone. “U-Uh, Abe?? A-Are you ok? Do you, uh, need me t-to, uh… man, what would Joan do?!” He tried his best with what he could, patting Abe on the back like best friends normally do, and tried talking to him again, asking, “H-Hey, so, uh, I might not, er uh, understand what’s happenin’, but, uh, you-uh always free to say if you, uh, wanna do somethin’ else, alright?” He gently puts his hands on Abe’s arms, not trying to move them but letting him know he’s still there for him. Abe started to… laugh? He could see the small smile peeking out from underneath his big hands, finally saying something.
“I-I’m just… really glad you’re my best friend… I can’t think of anyone else that I can trust like you, dude…” Abe lightheartedly laughed as he let go of his face, the sincere smile he wore was adorned by the streams leftover on his cheeks. Abe finally opened his eyes to see JFK’s starstruck face, a small hint of red on his face as he listened to his every word. Abe sighed, smiling unashamedly as he gently stated, “I love you, man…” Abe and JFK both went still, surprised by this revelation that absolutely no one could’ve seen coming. The flush spread across both their faces, sweat glistening in the warm lighting of the afternoon sun as they sit with bated breaths.
Finally, the semblance of a sentence enters the silent room. “Is… is that true?” JFK’s eyes were… Abe couldn’t tell what the jock was feeling; he almost looked sad? Guilty? Worried? His heart was pounding, knowing every word, every second counted in this one moment of his life, a chance at actually doing something right. He took a deep breath, shakily releasing it as he responded, “Yeah… Y-Yeah, I think I do, Jack… I can’t really explain it… Hell, I can’t even explain when it started or why!” He chuckled, hiding his mouth before turning back with a sheepish smile. “But, I-I realized it after… yesterday’s events. So, uh… yeah, I guess I couldn’t help saying it.” Even though he was nervously anticipating JFK’s response, it didn’t feel… awful. Like, he knew he was going to be safe no matter what happens after today. His heart skipped a few beats as he watched a flurry of emotion flash on his face, but ultimately landing on probably one of the cutest and endearing smiles he’s ever seen worn on JFK, making his heart nearly explode.
“I.. I think I, er uh, like you too, Lincoln.” His blush had crept down to his neck, Abe couldn’t believe it: He and JFK were actually confessing that they liked each other! He felt so happy to hear those words, and when he asked, “A-And, I, uh.. I wanted to know if, uh, you still wanted to keep going… Or not! Whatevah you feel like doin’, I’ll do with ya!” He knew just what he was meant to do in that moment. He took hold of JFK’s hands, made eye contact with his deep brown eyes and responded, “There’s no one else in this world I’d rather do it with than you.” He put his hand on JFK’s cheek, curling it around his neck and pulling him in, finallygetting to use the skills he learned with Mary on JFK for the first time.
Kissing JFK was definitely an experience he could never forget even if he somehow gets a concussion at some point later getting back home. Even though Mary wasn’t the best partner, she at least made him learn a few techniques when it came to kissing and teasing, as much as he hated how she’d leave him with no actual action. This time, however, he was determined to go all-out, especially because this was someone who was actually gonna go through with it and actually loved him! It felt good to simply know that JFK loved him, like the world no longer mattered and it was just them two for the rest of time. JFK’s body was absolutely overheating, but he seemed to wanna continue, so Abe took it upon himself to change their position to something more comfortable: slowly moving JFK to the middle of the bed while he stays beside him.
JFK finally separates the kiss, out of breath and hair slightly ruffled, “Wh-Woah, Abe! Wh-Where were ya’ hidin’ that yesterday?!” Abe blushed as he coyly responded, “I was saving it for when I was actually with someone, just so you know! If I realized I liked you earlier, maybe I would’ve said it then! But, nah, my brain just couldn’t catch up until after we did all that.” He chuckled, landing a quick peck on JFK’s forehead, “But hey! At least now we can do… whatever we wanted! I-I just hope what I said earlier didn’t hurt…” A small frown came onto his face, replacing the buzzing excitement with a somber regret. Fortunately, JFK used one hand to hold his, covering it with his free hand, kindly replying, “Er uh, I’m not gonna lie, Lincoln, it, uh, kinda flew over my head. I was moreso, er uh, focusin’ on thinkin’ how she made ya pretty crazy, so, naturally, I, er uh, thought that’s what you meant!” His playful smile was such a relief in Abe’s eyes, while the jock continued to say, “I can, uh, see why ya didn’t like it when she did that, though. It ain’t fun if all you-uh doin’ is teasin’! But I promise ya, Abe, I’m, uh, not gonna do that!”
He puffed his chest out, putting a hand on his heart as he confidently stared into Abe’s widened eyes, “We’ll go all the way!” Pulling Abe towards himself, he passionately kissed his bearded bestie, tugging him along on the bed to start straddling him. As he continued to kiss Abe, he slid his hands across his body, finally having the chance to start memorizing it inch by inch. He started with touching his chest and spine, regardless of how little there was, he was determined to know him inside and out in ways only a handful of people have been able to know. And, luckily for him, they were too quick to give up on their relationships to ever really get to know his body, so he was practically first to touch him like this. Except, maybe Cleo, but that didn’t matter!
Abe was in a state of ecstasy and anxiety; he and JFK were actually starting to get to the good part, the part he’d been waiting for since morning! But, he was also reminded of what they were going to be trying today, and suddenly felt really nervous. JFK seemed to take notice and paused his frantic endeavor, questioning, “Somethin’ up, Lincoln?” As much as Abe wanted to make a dick joke, he knew JFK would appreciate him being honest, so he cleared his throat to respond. “Uh- It’s nothing! Really, just that, uhhh… I kinda remembered what we were gonna do today…” He took a moment to take a breather, continuing, “I-I still want to! I just, uhm… I just need some prep…”
JFK scoffed, his brazen smile returning to his face, “Pfft— You already know I’m okay with that, yeah? But, uh, if you want, we can move to the bathroom so we can clean up easier. Would that be, uh, alright with ya?” Abe nodded, quietly saying, “Yeah, I’d rather do it in there, thanks…” With that, JFK had Abe accompany him to the nearest restroom upstairs, luckily not too far away from his room. Locking the door behind them, they get to work, starting up a shower and getting a bottle of lube. Abe apprehensively takes off his shirt, and before he continues, he asks, “U-Uh, I dunno if you wanna, uhm… help? Me with this?” A shy smile came on his face once more, patiently waiting for a response as he continued to strip. JFK was quiet, but ultimately replied with a slow, “I-It’s probably best to, uh, help my best friend out with this! Or, uh, I guess my… uh, b-boyfriend, now…”
Even though his voice made Abe think he wasn’t up for it, the brief glance he took to see his reaction cemented in his mind otherwise; a sheepishly goofy smile was on JFK’s face, happily taking off his clothes to help him out. It made his chest and stomach feel funny, knowing they were officially together after all the stupid shit they’ve done together. Abe entered the shower, water readily warm and inviting, JFK quickly following afterwards with the bottle of lube in hand. Even though they’ve literally already had sex, Abe still felt a little awkward being in the shower with another guy for the first time regardless. JFK squirted a little dollop of lube onto three fingers, saying, “Alright, Abe. I’m, uh, gonna start… doin’ this, so if you feel any pain or, uh, anythin’ like that that makes you, er uh, wanna stop, tell me.” Abe nodded, giving a thumbs up as he turned himself around, his face now having the water directly streaming down his face.
JFK’s hand startled him, landing on the lower area of his back, seemingly trailing his spine before he felt his fingers start to cup his ass, slowly spreading him to introduce his covered fingers. It was cold compared to the shower water, but he figured this was part of the experience he’d learn to get used to. Kinda strange thinking he’d be doing this regularly from this day forward. Suddenly, the finger tracing his rim slipped inside, the tip of JFK’s index finger causing a sort of pressure inside of him. Abe takes a sharp breath, taken by surprise from the feeling. “A-Are you good? I-It doesn’t hurt, uh, right?” JFK worriedly asked, keeping his finger as still as he could to avoid any mishaps. “N-Yeah, I’m good… I-It’s just… a new feeling, y’know? Was it this weird for you too yesterday?” JFK paused for a sec, responding, “Y-Yeah, it was, uh, definitely a new… feelin’, that’s for sure. But, uh, I’ll keep goin’ if it really doesn’t hurt, ‘kay?” Abe nods, letting his head rest on his shoulder as he let JFK continue.
JFK’s finger slowly sank in deeper, reaching his knuckle and making that pressure sensation subtly intensified. He pressed it against his walls, exploring the warm innards and seeing the reactions he was getting from his partner. Small grunts and twitches came from Abe as he continued to explore, trying to find that spot he’d abused in JFK. Putting a second finger in after loosening him, Abe winced a little, taking a sharp breath. He whispered before JFK could interrupt, “I-I’m all good! Just didn’t think it’d feel like this…” Giving a meek thumbs up, he felt JFK’s fingers continue. Reaching a little deeper than before, his fingers had finally found what they were searching for in the past 2 minutes.
Abe yelped, covering his mouth before an embarrassing mewl escaped his lips, only heard as a muffled moan. A chill ran through his body as he heard what sounded like a dark chuckle coming from the jock handling him, suddenly reminded of what he acted like during their last hangout. Maye this was meant to hap— “Mmfmmhh! D-Dude! At least g-give me a bit of a breather before doing that!” JFK tutted right on the nape of his neck, harshly, but playfully responding, “Nah, I, uh, don’t think so, Lincoln! It’s my turn to have fun tonight!” He continued to work his fingers inside, beginning a scissor motion whilst continuing to aim for that sweet spot. Abe’s body was wriggling in the shower, hands barely staying on the wall and his mouth as he was deviously tortured. After what felt like an eternity, JFK’s fingers were removed, Abe heaving a sigh of relief but a bit saddened for the sudden stop. He tried regaining his breath, now being allowed a minute to rest, until two hands started gliding over his waist and hips, JFK’s voice whispering into his ear, “I think you’re ready now. Do you, er uh, mind me carryin’ you back?”
Abe slowly turned around, leaning onto the shower wall for support. JFK was wearing a confident grin, the blush from earlier had softened but was still present. He nodded, “Y-yeah, I’m chill with that. Can we just… start a bit slow?” The jock nodded, crossing his chest as he said, “I, er uh, do solemnly swear on the, uh, Kennedy bloodline to make you as comfy and happy as I, er uh, can! And to keep each other sexually satisfied.” He said the last statement a bit slower, as he puts his hand on his heart, looking at Abe for his response. Abe’s face was still pretty red, but he ultimately replied, “Couldn’t ask for anyone better!” He giddily jumped into JFK’s arms, the jock easily carrying him as they made their way back to his room.
JFK entered the room, closing it behind him with his foot and putting Abe on the bed, quickly lunging at him and starting to make-out again. As they tumbled about, JFK lifted Abe’s hips, positioning himself with a moderately steady hand and taking out a condom from his bedside drawer, quickly ripping it open and sliding it on. Abe hummed, pressing into the make-out session, as JFK started to slowly pressed himself in. As his tip popped inside, he held Abe’s hands, giving him support as the pressure inside intensified with every inch. After a few more seconds of slowly pushing inside, he successfully had his entire length inside, allowing themselves a moment to settle in. Abe’s breathing was a little ragged, still trying get himself relaxed enough to continue. “I-I honestly didn’t think it’d feel like… this. Uh…” He shifted his legs, bending his knees and spreading a little wider. “You’re just… man, you being in me feels like a lot!”
They both have a short chuckle, Abe taking a shaky breath after a few seconds. “Well, Lincoln, you, uh, bettah get ready for my best performance yet! If ya think feelin’ me is a lot, er uh, boy, are my moves gonna be too much!” He laughs lightheartedly before leaning down next to Abe’s ear, unsubtly pressing against him as he whispers, “But, uh, you don’t got to worry ‘bout me, er uh, hurtin’ ya. We’ll take it nice and slow, eh?” He leans back, that charismatic smile he’d worn throughout their years existing together feeling less like a taunt and more like a consolation.
Nodding, JFK simply stays in place, occasionally grinding against Abe to see how he’s feeling. After another minute passes, Abe calmly says, “I think I should be good now, so, uh, feel free to start moving!” He flashed his usual confident smile, JFK mirroring his enthusiasm with his regular grin, repositioning his hands to rest on the sides of Abe’s hips. He began a slow pace, pulling himself slowly and going back in with a watchful eye. Even though Abe knew he was doing it so slowly for his sake, it still felt a little too agonizingly slow for him. “Uh, JFK? I-I appreciate you goin’ slow for me, bud, but I kinda wanted you to… um, go h-harder…?” He knew he was red at this point, and judging by JFK’s reaction to his request, he was going to milk this opportunity ruthlessly.
A surprisingly dark chuckle came from the jock in front of him, stating the words, “Careful what you wish for, Abe~” before pulling out until only his tip was inside. The smile that grew on his face was cascaded by the warm lighting, a shiver being sent through Abe’s spine as JFK began to plunge deeply into him, not as quick as he’d think but with enough force it made up for the slight upgrade in speed. His deep thrusting had striked his inner walls, causing him to contort in a grueling pleasure, his prostate being grazed nearly every thrust and hit with every other. JFK’s cock was torturing him, killing him in an attempt to satisfy his whining needs. Continuing to drill into him, he starts to increase the pace, his powerful thrusts turning into shallow, harsh grinds with the limited space between their bodies. The sound of slick skin slapping as the bed started to creak, both of them in ecstasy.
Abe put a hand on his face, his other barely being able to hold himself up before saying “O-Oh, my fucking god… Jack! P-Please can I…” He motions his finger in a rotation, hearing a small “yeah, ok” coming from the man currently destroying his body before feeling his hole become empty. A quick moment of silence filled the air before he felt JFK’s strong hands grab his waist and hip, quickly turning him around, not even being able to register the cock being pushed inside him again in the middle of the heavy breaths behind his ear. Those hands gripped onto his hips, slamming into him mercilessly, making his mouth babble nonsense and make noise even he didn’t know he could make, let alone hear.
JFK huffs, a gruff voice almost growling in Abe’s ear saying, “Is… huff Is this hard enough for ya, eh?!” In between groans and pants, Abe musters his voice to respond a pathetic, “Y-YES! Ugh, FUCK, JFK!” The nonstop pounding he was being subjected to made him incoherent, barely sane if he was even able to focus on anything at all. The carnal sex— no, he didn’t think that was the right term for this anymore… the mating JFK was doing with him seemed like it wasn’t going to end anytime soon.
He could begin to feel that throbbing muscle in his stomach, the sheer depths JFK was reaching was almost matching his own, regardless of their length difference. He’d be impressed and compliment the jock if it weren’t for the fact he was physically slamming him into the bed with his own hips, practically exterminating whatever thought he had with each pounding against his poor hole. He was starting to register to rowdy, sloppy kisses he’d been leaving in his insanity, the tingling feeling across the back of his neck made his brain finally start to register his skin. “Uhggh… H-Have you… been mmf biting me?” He can’t contain the pleasure coursing through him, realizing he’s doing it again while he asked, watching him unlatch from his nape. “O-Oh, yeah! I, uh, hope that’s okay with you?”
His pace almost immediately stopped, making sure to not overwhelm Abe when he asked an important question, making sure to only do slow, shallow grinds. “Uh, y-yeah, I’m cool with it. I-It’s just… I kinda, like, got lost in it and couldn’t feel it until literally right now.” He lightly chuckled, attempting to adjust his arms so he could prop himself up on his elbows. “W-Wait, wait, you got out of it?? W-Well, er uh, are you okay?? I don’t wanna go crazy if you’re not gonna be okay…” He pulled out, putting his hands on Abe’s shoulders and turning him around gently, Abe now seeing the genuine concern in his eyes, wobbly frown and… diluted erection. He noticed Abe’s eyes, quickly stating, “I-I mean, don’t get me wrong, uh, I really wanna keep goin’! But, uh, I much prefer havin’ you, uh, awake and in the moment, y’know?”
Abe leaned on his elbows, sighing as he gazes at JFK. “Man, I’m probably the luckiest person alive right now!” He smiles widely, feeling a little lightheaded as he let himself lie down on the bed. JFK scrambled to be face to face with him, their naked bodies a few inches apart, his eyes carefully watching his every move. “You know, Lincoln, how bout, the rest of the way, I, er uh, get you off, huh?” “Hm?” He couldn’t lift his head, but fortunately JFK was okay with his hum. “I get wanting me to, uh, pound you, like you kept tellin’ me, but, uh, I wanna make you take off some o’ that ‘ole stressed-virgin steam! So, uh, please feel free to make a noise or, uh, push me if I’m doin’ somethin’ you don’t want me to do.” JFK waited for his response, finally receiving a small “mh-hm” as a go ahead.
JFK sunk his head down, placig small kisses upon Abe’s neck and letting his hands wander around Abe’s waist and legs. Sucking on his collarbone, Abe can start to feel himself get hard again. Not only that but JFK’s cock was almost as hard as he started again; it felt a little funny starting to get used to knowing he had someone that was just as eager as he was to do this with. JFK was lowering himself every second, and right before he kissed the base of his dick, he straightened his back, scooting himself closer so that both their dicks were in his hands. He placed both hands around their dicks, slowly shifting his hands to tease their tips together. Shivers were going down Abe’s body again, instinctively bucking into the touch of JFK’s hands. He lightly squeezed their cocks together, shifting his hands down until they went to their bases.
As JFK continued, he was starting to hump on Abe, slowly disregarding his hands on their dicks. He momentarily moved himself so he could place Abe’s hips onto his thighs, making his humps directly hit the stranded dick. Abe’s mouth was starting to leak noises, muffled moans and groans escaping the hand he’d been covering his mouth with. After another minute of his restricted grinding, his impatience was getting the better of him, making JFK start to align himself to reenter Abe. Before he actually pushed inside, he asked Abe for permission, jerking himself off while he waited. “Abe, w-would it, uh, alright for me to be in ya again?” Abe nodded, saying. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” Excitedly reentering, JFK made sure to keep himself at a moderate pace, shifting in and out and not trying to abuse his prostate this time.
Abe was finally starting to get onto his elbows, albeit a bit shaky as JFK continued to thrust into him, even if he was restraining himself. “J-Jack…” JFK turned his eyes forward, watching Abe’s face contort with pleasure as he tries to spit out “M-Make me cum already, you himbo!” JFK’s smile returned to that devious one he’d worn at the start, slyly responding “Welp! You-uh wish is my command, then!” Wrapping his fingers slowly around Abe’s length and steadying himself with his other hand, he starts to make hard pounds into Abe, turning into a rough grind before repeating the action. Abe was squirming, the hand that was covering his mouth now resting on his forehead and his other gripping the bedsheets, JFK continuing to keep a moderately fast pace and jerking Abe’s dick at a faster pace as he started aiming for his prostate again. He hit it once, it made him gasp in pleasure; hit it again, he arched his back as his dick started to twitch with a bit of precum leaking.
As JFK hit it a third time, he stayed inside, attempting to lean over to nearly fit the tip of Abe’s dick into his mouth, successfully catching most of his cum. Abe’s whine and strained mewls kept going as JFK pumped his dick, attempting to squeeze every last drop he could out of him. As Abe was starting to relax, JFK could feel himself getting close, his hips beginning to thrust erratically as he was reaching his climax. He gripped Abe’s hips with such strength that it was creating indents, maybe getting a little blood out as he thrust deeply, releasing into Abe but fortunately not without the condom. They panted together, Abe’s chest rising and falling in a shaky manner as JFK hunched over Abe.
He pulled himself out, the condom luckily didn’t break while inside and he took it off, the sac filled with his seed and thrown to the trash can. He slumped onto the bed, lying next to Abe’s still raggedly breathing body, a light chuckle leaving his mouth. “Heh, guess, uh, guess ya weren’t expectin’ all that, eh?” He heartily laughed into the mattress, muffling himself while Abe responded, “Ehhh… I-I just need to get used to it I guess. It was good though!” He sighed, turning to look at JFK, his hand falling to his side. “It was really good, dude… Thanks… for doing all this with me.” JFK turned his face, half sunken in the mattress.
“What else is a slut and his wing-slut supposed to do?” He put his hand on top of Abe’s, intertwining their fingers and letting their gaze linger for a few seconds. After those seconds passed, a knock at the door startled the both of them, Abe fumbling around and falling off the side of the bed. “Jacky Boy? I’m glad you two had… fun, but do you think next time you could take us… and the neighbors into consideration? That’s all I wanted to tell you. Oh, actually! I also wanted to ask if you wanted to catch up on Will & Grace with us tonight? We felt a bit bad watching the latest episode without you…” JFK gasped, “OH MY GOD! DON’T SAY ANYTHING! A-And, uh, we’ll, uh, make sure about that… next time.”
Wally’s lighthearted laughter could be heard fading behind the door, JFK sighing with relief before going to the other side of the bed to find Abe still lying on the floor. “Uh, need help there, pal?” The lanky teen chuckled, “Heh… Yeah, thanks.” As he was helped back onto the bed, JFK held his hands, saying “No problem, babe.” His warm smile made butterflies swarm Abe’s stomach, a sheepish grin and red flush accompanying his lift to the bed. JFK briefly said, “I’ll show you how to do aftercare in a bit, but first…”
He slowly pulled in Abe, giving him a soft, lovingly deep kiss. He pulled away just as quickly, saying “I love ya, Lincoln.” Abe’s smile grew fonder, replying as he put his hand behind JFK’s head, “I love you, too, Jack.” Reconnecting with another passionate kiss.