Nick (Sequel to JP)

Crossing the Line


By luvyalots

Their tongues wrestled gently with each other, their hands desperately explored each other’s naked bodies. For Nick and Erin, every summer night brought hours upon hours of ecstasy and pleasure as they made love. Erin couldn’t believe how much she missed her boyfriend while she was at work all day. She couldn’t wait to go home and get ready for Nick to sneak over and have sex with her. She knew that he spent his days working out at Brandon Jones’ house, building his muscles to become bigger and stronger than they were the day before. And that would just make the sex even better than ever.

Erin moaned uncontrollably as Nick fondled her supple breasts, his densely-muscled body hovering above her like a god. And damn, what a body it was! In the two short months since school had let out, Nick had gotten so huge. At the beginning of the summer, he was merely an impressive athlete with a slender, ripped physique, but now he had become a thickly-built hunk of rock-hard muscle. He towered above her now at six feet and completely enveloped her when he held her in his arms. Everything on him had gotten wider, from his broad neck to his round shoulders to his – oh, shit – his juicy monster cock. Erin had to admit that Nick had now crossed into the realm of her brothers – walking orgasms that were packed with nothing but muscle upon muscle.

She gazed longingly up into his eyes. They peered down at her, penetrating her with intense passion, hypnotizing her, sending her into delirium. But they had always done that – his body had only now caught up to them. Their lips still interlocked, Erin reached her arms around Nick’s flaring lats, fingering the deep cuts and ridges of his immense back, admiring how his muscles shifted underneath his skin. With all the size he had put on, you’d think he’d have lost at least some of his definition, but he was as shredded as always. Every single muscle could clearly be seen…just bigger. She slid her hands down to his ass, those two concrete globes of pure steel, and began forcefully thrusting his pelvis into her crotch. Thank God he always put a condom on before they started making out; Erin would never have been able to take her hands off of him for a second. Getting the message, Nick expertly began inserting his 9-inch cock into her cunt. Her mouth instinctively fell open as he started pumping her. She lost all control of her body; she was all his now. His massive arms surrounded her with their immense strength, her breasts pressed up against his hard pecs. Erin almost felt as if she was a part of her boyfriend…and in a way, she was.

Her orgasm reached its climax just as Nick blew his own load. An unimaginable electricity flew through her and she fought unconsciousness. Her heart still racing, he looked up at Nick and smiled. The bigger he got, the better the sex got…or maybe it was because they would do it four or five times a night. Wiping the sweat off her face, Erin watched as her boyfriend gently lifted himself off of her – his thick cock still dripping with cum – and stood up. Not taking his eyes off of her, he began pulling off the condom. She flipped over to the edge of the bed and reached a hand to touch his washboard abs. God, they were so beautiful! Softly, she stretched out and kissed his obliques.

“How do you do it?” she purred between kisses. “How do you keep them so ripped?” Nick smiled – his dimples deepening – and crouched down next to her.

“Mr. Jones makes me do 200 situps at the end of every session,” he explained. Then, he blushed. “Sometimes I do 300.” He moved in to kiss her one more time. Once they released, Erin rolled onto her back, her head hanging upside-down over the side of the bed. The view of Nick’s legs was breathtaking; his thighs bulged with power, his etched quads flexing as he shifted his weight. He stood over her and held her head in his hands, his fingers brushing through her brown hair. “I have to leave,” he said sadly. Erin righted herself again and grabbed her boyfriend’s hand as he started pulling away to pick up his clothes.

“No, please don’t,” she pleaded. They had already had sex four times that night, but she wanted more; she knew he could give her more…much more.

“It’s getting late,” he said. “I have to go work out tomorrow morning and you have to go to work early.” Then, he smiled devilishly. “Someone has to pay for all those condoms we go through each week.” Erin laughed.

“And you have to get even bigger for tomorrow night,” she sang. She watched Nick put his clothes back on from the bed. The T-shirt was beginning to get a little small on him; a week from now, it wouldn’t fit anymore. He gave her one more look before disappearing out the window; the last thing of her boyfriend she saw was his sexy ass in his tight jeans.

Erin sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Her life couldn’t get any better than it was now. Nick was getting bigger by the day, it seemed, and she was so in love with him. Visions of him still in her mind, she climbed out of bed, put on her nightgown and headed down the hall to the bathroom; all that sex had left her thirsty as hell. Suddenly, she heard a sound – a crash – that made her freeze. What was that? It had come from the front hall. Quietly, she snuck down the stairs to investigate.

The front door was ajar, the lock looked broken – she could feel a gentle breeze blowing inside – and then she noticed a shadowy figure standing in the doorway to the living room. It was large, bulky. At first, she thought it was JP, but she knew he was sleeping over at Matt’s.

“Ryan?” she whispered. The figured immediately turned around, staggering slightly as he did, and that’s when she recognized who it was…Luke Johnson. But, holy shit, had he gotten big. His shoulders were monstrous, his arms bulged menacingly and his chest was so big, the fabric of the wife-beater he was wearing strained whenever he moved. “Luke? What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Where’s Ryan?” he boomed, his voice making Erin jump. He hadn’t bothered to whisper; he was obviously drunk…and that made Erin scared.

“Get out of here, now,” she told him as sternly as her nerves would let her. But Luke just stepped toward her, bracing a hand against the door frame. As he did, he came more fully into the light and Erin gasped. A network of thick veins covered his arms and shoulders and the stretch marks on his pecs were clearly visible. Fuck, Erin thought, he’s been juicing heavily! Luke grinned clumsily.

“You like the new and improved Luke Johnson, baby?” he drawled self-lovingly. He took another step toward Erin, but she stepped back. “Don’t you wanna a piece of this?” He continued, grasping at his crotch. Erin gulped; why had she come downstairs?

“I said, go away,” she repeated and started back toward the stairs.

“Oh, come on!” he said, a little more bitterly now. He reached for her arm, grabbing it just as she hit the first step, and pulled her toward him. She shrieked and instinctively kicked him in the shin. In a panic, she stumbled into the living room – Luke’s monstrous body was blocking the staircase – but Luke came after her. “Get over here!” he bellowed. He grabbed her flailing arm again, sending her flying face-first onto the couch. As she landed, her nightgown rose up, revealing her bare butt. “Yeah, baby,” Luke smirked. “That’s better.”

“Please, don’t,” Erin whimpered, seeing his tremendous figure towering above her, but he wasn’t paying attention to her. With horrible strength, he wrestled her arms above her head with one hand while unzipped his jeans with the other. Erin tried fighting him, but he was way too strong for her. “Stop!” she yelled out, hoping that someone else in the house would wake up and hear her. Luke covered her mouth with his hand. Erin shuddered at the taste of his skin against her tongue. This cannot be happening, she thought. Then without thinking, she did the only thing she could…she bit the palm of his hand.

“OWW! What the fuck?” he yelped, instantly jumping up from on top of her. “You little BITCH!” he screamed, tossing the coffee table halfway across the room. Glass shattered everywhere as it crashed into the loveseat. “What the fuck you do that for?” Luke shouted, raising his fist. Erin tried to scramble from underneath him, but she was trapped between his gigantic thighs.

Suddenly, something hit Luke on the side of the head, throwing him to the ground; the force of his body hitting the floor shook the room. Another huge figure stood above him in the shadows holding a cylindrical object in his hand.

“Come on, get up and fight like a man,” it taunted. It took Erin a second to recognize the voice as Nick’s, but it was unlike anything she had ever heard from him; it was thick and menacing and filled with terror. Luke looked up and nearly went into shock when he saw who it was. “What were trying to do to my girlfriend?” Nick hissed, bending over Luke’s trampled form. “Huh?” Luke growled and tried to get up but, the younger boy was too quick for him. He stepped on his stomach and using the powerful strength in his young legs, twisted his foot into his abs. Luke cried out in pain. “You don’t wanna mess with me,” Nick went on. And then with a final jerk, he applied even more pressure, holding it until Luke passed out. Once he was still, Nick bent over him and seared, “What’s it like to get beat up by a 14-year-old, huh?”

Just then, the lights came on and Erin’s parents were standing in the doorway, Ryan looming behind them, looks of complete shock on their faces. Even Erin gasped at the scene in front of her. Nick – his T-shirt torn at his shoulders – stood above the massive devastated body of Luke lying motionless on the floor. In his hand, her boyfriend held the metal umbrella stand from the front hall and his huge chest was heaving up and down, his arms hanging heavily away from his body. Then, he turned toward her, looking at her with wide eyes. God, she had never in her life seen a sight so breathtaking. She just stared in awe.

“Are you alright?” Nick asked, rushing over to her and pulling her easily to her feet. Instantly, she wrapped her arms around him and began crying.

“Thank you, Nick!” she said through tears. Suddenly, Mr. Maloney came to and rushed over to the lifeless Luke. Ryan and Mrs. Maloney were still stunned silent, but they ventured into the room after him.

“What the hell happened in here?” he demanded. Not taking his eyes off of Erin, Nick began to explain.

“I saw Luke’s car outside and I, I knew something wasn’t right,” his voice was shaking, the events of only a few minutes ago finally catching up to him. “He…he was…” he gulped, looking over at his girlfriend’s father glaring at him. “He was trying…”

“Was this boy trying to rape my daughter?” Mr. Maloney interrupted. Nick nodded. Erin’s mom gasped. “Maureen, call the police.” Then, he looked back down at Luke. “Is he just passed out?”

“Yeah,” Nick answered. “He’ll probably wake up in a few minutes. I, I think he might have a concussion, too. That umbrella stand was, well, it was a little heavy, but it was the first thing I saw when I came through the front door.” Erin’s dad sighed and turned toward Nick, gently placing a hand on his muscled shoulder.

“That was a very brave thing you did, son,” he remarked. “Thank you.” Erin looked up at her father and for the first time in her life saw tears in his eyes.

“You mean, you knocked out a college guy?” Brandon said in hushed surprise. The two were sitting at his kitchen table finishing up breakfast.

“Well,” Nick shrugged, “he was a bit drunk, but I don’t know how I did it.”

“He was trying to rape Erin,” Brandon replied, leaning closer. A shudder went down Nick’s spine at those words. It was the morning after and the events of last night felt like a dream – a really vivid nightmare; it seemed like it didn’t actually happen. He looked up into Brandon’s eyes; they were filled with empathy as they gazed into him. “You should be with your girlfriend right now,” he continued. “Forget about working today.” But Nick shook his head.

“I need to get my mind off of it. Plus, Erin’s at work anyway.” Brandon glanced away for a moment and then placed his hand on Nick’s forearm. It was surprisingly warm, almost shockingly so.

“This may sound sappy,” he began, “but if you ever need someone to talk to…I’ll always be here.” The expression on his face told Nick that he was being completely serious. “Well, then,” he suddenly spoke up, breaking back into his usual confident buoyancy, “we should get started. I have to go upstairs to get changed and I’ll meet you in the gym.”

“Oh, shit,” Nick blurted. “I forgot my gym shorts.” In his daze that morning, he had absently packed his bag. Brandon smiled.

“That’s fine,” he said, “you can borrow a pair of mine. Come on.” And with that, he led him upstairs to his bedroom. Now Nick had been over at his house every day for the last two months, but this was the first time he had ever set foot in his room…and it was just as he had expected. The walls were covered in sports posters and a myriad of trophies crammed the shelves. Nick had never seen so many in one place – little league baseball, youth soccer, pee-wee football, track, boxing, even karate.

“Jesus Christ!” Nick exclaimed. “All these cannot be yours.”

“What? Oh,” Brandon blushed when he realized what he was talking about. “It comes with the territory of being trained from the womb to be an athlete.” He opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of red Indiana mesh shorts. “Here, this should be ok.”

“Thanks,” Nick muttered as he took it, still staring in awe at the trophies.

“I’ll see you downstairs. I gotta get dressed,” Brandon went on.

“Oh, yeah, of course. I’ll, I’ll see you there.” He awkwardly headed out the door and down the hall, but not before turning around for one more brief glimpse into Brandon’s room. The door was still cracked open, enough so that he could see Brandon changing. He already had his pants down and what Nick saw made him weak in the knees. Brandon Jones had the biggest, most beautiful flaccid cock he had ever seen. It had to be nearly six inches as it dangled thickly between his shredded thighs, swaying heavily as he moved. And behind it were two gigantic balls that could no doubt produce a ridiculous amount of cum. Instantly, Nick felt his own dick begin to get hard and he immediately turned away, feeling a twinge of guilt. Here he was, the morning after his girlfriend had almost been raped and he was checking out another guy. Trying to get the picture out of his mind, he hurried downstairs to the gym.

Erin hummed softly to herself as she wiped down the table of a departed customer. The events of the night before were too distant to be thought about…and that’s the way she liked it. With a military father and two older brothers, she had learned to not let anything affect her visibly. No matter what she felt inside, she could keep in there, no problem. That is, until she saw Kim – the sister of the guy who attacked her – walked in. Immediately, all warmth left Erin’s body and she tried to look away.

“Erin, I need to talk to you,” Kim began, but Erin ignored her, going about her work as if no one was there. “Erin, please. I’m sorry for what happened last night.” Erin’s head jolted up and looked at her friend.

“Did Luke tell you to come over here and say that?” she whispered bitterly.

“No,” Kim pleaded. “I just…I mean—”

“Go away. I don’t want to talk to you.” But she just continued.

“Luke is still in jail. My dad isn’t bailing him out.” Erin wasn’t interested to hear her sob story. She started to walk toward the back room, but Kim followed her. “I just wanna say that he’s not going to get away with it. My dad told him he’s let him get away with a lot in the past,” she was talking a lot faster now, trying to get it out as quickly as possible, “but what he did last night crossed the line.” Erin finally met eyes with Kim, her mind racing. What was she trying to say?

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” she deadpanned. A heavy silence hung between the two girls until Kim sighed painfully.

“My brother will probably go to prison for what he did,” she continued, more slowly now, “and he deserves it. I guess I wanted to tell you…” Tears started to well up in her eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t know why I came.” Realizing her mistake, she turned around and made her way toward the door. Erin watched her go, trying to sort it all out in her head.

“Are you alright, Ryan?” Ashley took hold of her boyfriend’s massive arm as they walked out of class. He had been sullen and unresponsive all day.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered, his voice dry and deep. It was obvious what was on his mind.

“Is it about…” He nodded, not wanting to hear the actual words. He had told her about Luke and Erin. And while his former best friend was arrested and all, Ryan was still mad at himself. They had seen Luke earlier that night and Ryan had done nothing but make him angrier. He was convinced that he could’ve stopped him. Of course, Ashley had tried to reason that there was no way he could have known what Luke was going to do, but that didn’t help.

And then, there was another thing. Ashley had always wondered why Ryan never talked much about his past. She had seen glimpses of it – his tattoos were definite clues as to the person he used to be – but he never seemed to want to discuss it. Now, Ashley understood why. Ryan had wanted to leave behind that world before he did something that he would regret for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, that world didn’t want to leave him.

“You want to go somewhere,” she suggested, “grab a bite to eat?” Ryan shook his head.

“I have to get home,” he replied softly. “Erin will be getting off work soon.” The two kissed gently before parting for their cars. Ashley watched Ryan as he headed across the parking lot, his wide back casting long shadows over the pavement. In a way, she envied him for the relationship he had with his family. For all his past sins, he had always been able to rely on them. The thought of that brought a tear to Ashley’s eye.

Especially after the night before, she wanted so badly to tell him the secret she had kept inside of her for so many years, the secret she had been too afraid to let out. Sighing, she made her way to her own car. No, it wasn’t worth it. Why risk a relationship that was going in the right direction? Shaking the thoughts out of her mind, Ashley Bennington got into her car and drove off. •

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