Lincoln knocked on the front door, balancing his bike next to him.
He didn't wait long, only half a minute, and the door unlocked from the inside.
"Hey, Lincoln!" Isaac greeted with a bright smile. "Come in, you're right in time."
"What about my bike?" He asked.
"Bring it inside."
Lincoln raised a brow. "What about the garage?"
Isaac waved his hand, "Too lazy, it's fine. I have a boot tray that has room anyway."
He led Lincoln to his kitchen. "Good timing. Dinner should be ready soon."
His kitchen was nice and modern. He had the usual things every kitchen had, only more high-tech than Lincoln was used to at home. His fridge, oven, and microwave had touch screens, and his mint condition kettle, stove, and toaster looked like top-tier brands.
Beside the kitchen sat a bar table with stools, one of which Lincoln sat on. "What are you making?" He asked, resting his face on his two hands supported by his elbows and kicking his legs.
"Some delicious shepherd's pie. Mine is pretty good if I do say so myself!"
Lincoln only had to wait a couple of minutes before the food finished, then waited around ten more to let it cool. In the meantime, they played a few rounds of video games on Isaac's couch.
Once the food cooled, the two sat at Isaac's small dinner table designed for no more than four people and ate in content.
In the middle of their meal, Lincoln spoke up. "I'm glad we've become friends, Isaac, but… how can you trust me so easily?" He asked.
While chewing his food, Isaac replied. "What do you mean?"
"Well…" Lincoln scratched his neck. "I've seen the show where they get that guy to catch adults who… you know, invite kids into their homes?"
"Oh." Isaac swallowed his food. "Well, when Pacowski first spoke to me about you, and how you went up to him and asked for sex, I was worried at first. You could have easily blackmailed him. In his position as a coach for a school, it would have been devastating for him. But then he told me more about you. He specifically told me how things went down, and how you acted. He was a coach for many years, and not one kid had ever made him want to meet up outside of school—intentionally or not. I've known him for decades in my life, and I know he isn't stupid. He wouldn't risk his life for a gamble. He trusted you, and I trust his judgment, so…" He shrugged. "Here we are." He took another spoonful of the pie in his mouth. "Plus, after one day of gaming, I can tell you're a real genuine person, Lincoln. Even for your age, you're honest, really well mannered, and more mature than a lot of adults I've met before."
Lincoln smiled, flustered at the compliments. "Thank you."
Isaac continued. "It's really hard to hate a guy like Pacowski. I wouldn't understand if a student wanted to ruin his life, but sometimes it simply comes down to the fact that some kids are cruel."
"I can agree with that." Lincoln said.
"And I can tell you aren't one of them." He explained, giving Lincoln a warm smile.
"It's really nice to know that." He replied. "Thanks."
"Thank you for not being a total brat like some other kids." He said with a good-natured smirk.
"I try."
"Sometimes I feel like they don't get punished or disciplined enough and then they turn out worse when they turn into adults. I saw it happen to a lot of kids in my school days."
In the back of Lincoln's mind, the word 'punish' highlighted his thoughts. It made his heart flutter and his cheeks blush so faint that Isaac didn't notice, though he didn't know the reason why. "Well, I have a lot of sisters. I pretty much have to take care of them, that's probably a big reason people say I'm mature for my age."
"Oh, really? How many sisters you got?"
"Ten."
Isaac's eyes almost popped out of his head, he stopped chewing his food.
"Yeah," Lincoln said with a smug look, getting this reaction a lot. "Five younger and five older, I'm the middle child."
"Damn! And here I thought you were taking care of your two baby sisters or something."
He shook his head. "Nope. Between you and me, it doesn't matter what age they are, all of them can act like babies sometimes."
Isaac chuckled. "I've always wondered what it was like to have a sibling. Can't imagine what it's like to have ten."
"It's utter chaos, I'll tell you that. Sometimes they can get on my nerves, but I love them all the same." He explained.
"Well, thanks for making me feel a little better about growing up as an only child."
"You're welcome. Trust me, if I had the chance for an entire day as the only child I'd do it." He put a hand to his chin. "Maybe even a week, I don't know when I'd start to miss them, but don't tell them that."
He put a hand up. "You have my word." He stared into Lincoln's eyes, the conversation now dying down. Before it got awkward, he asked. "So, uh… wanna head upstairs after?" He took a sip of his pop.
Lincoln blushed, and nodded but looked excited.
The two ate their meals quicker than usual after that declaration. As if they wanted to rush somewhere, trying to not make it obvious.
Once they finished, Lincoln offered to help with the dishes.
Pacowski's voice echoed in Isaac's mind. "The kid's a saint. He has manners. He treats his classmates well in class, never gets into trouble, hangs out with the right crowd. He even asked to help with the dishes after we ate some food. Small things like that make me appreciate the little dude."
Isaac grinned and accepted his offer.
Once they cleaned and rinsed the dishes, the two made their way to the stairs. Lincoln didn't get to take the first step before Isaac stopped him. "Do you mind taking your shoes off?" "Oh!" Lincoln looked at him and bent down. "Yeah, sure man!" Isaac went up halfway, and Lincoln finished taking off his shoes. He looked back and said, "Your socks too."
Lincoln looked up at him, a bit confused. He looked down at Isaac's legs, and the socks he wore.
Isaac had a sweatdrop on his temple.
Lincoln didn't understand it but didn't care to find the reason why. He took off his socks as well, his bare feet now on the soft carpeted stairs. He didn't notice Isaac stare at them for a few seconds before heading up.
He followed him and upstairs were many rooms as any normal house would have. He was led to the bedroom, where it was bigger than his parent's and oldest siblings respectively.
Isaac put a gentle hand on Lincoln's shoulder. "At any point, if you want to stop, let me know."
Lincoln nodded timidly. Without warning, Isaac let go of Lincoln's shoulder. He reached down with the same hand and grabbed his ass through his pants firm.
"Eep!" Lincoln blushed, embarrassed of the sound he had made. His arms curled upwards and he made two fists.
Isaac took the chance he had to scoop up the stunned boy with swiftness. He threw him on the bed, making it bounce and squeak.
The rough play was so sudden, Lincoln hadn't expected it. Pacowski never treated him like that once. His former coach would always be as gentle as he could, always putting his safety and comfort over his personal desires. Making sure he was always okay, even if it meant he had to stop pleasuring himself. He would worry. He showed he cared about him over anything the two did together. He was a big man, but also a big softy.
But as Isaac went on top of him on the bed, Lincoln's heart was rushing. His arms were pinned above his head as their fingers interlocked, and he crashed his lips against him. He couldn't move. Couldn't escape. Even if he struggled it wouldn't do any good. His young body was being used against his will. He was being compelled into this position—forced into this kiss. It was so assertive... So aggressive...
And Lincoln was enjoying every second of it.
"At any point, if you want to stop, let me know."
Those words—It was what let Lincoln know that Isaac cared, and made all his worries wash away. While Pacowski was scared to even let him begin to feel uncomfortable, Isaac, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Deciding to count on Lincoln to tell him when it was getting too rough.
Isaac let up and paused for a second, hands still interlocking his.
There was no doubt in Lincoln's mind that he was checking if he was alright. An attempt to ease any anxiety left his mind at that moment.
He ripped Lincoln's shirt off of him and pulled his pants down his legs, along with his underwear.
Lincoln blushed with intensity, this was now the second person he's shown himself naked to, and abruptly so.
Isaac didn't waste any time. Letting go of Lincoln, he stretched his back and pulled his own shirt off.
He was lean. He didn't have much muscle—definitely not a bodybuilder—but he wasn't boney either. He had no chest hair. When he undressed south, Lincoln saw that he didn't have pubic hair either, sans his balls which still had a little bit of hair. Nowhere near the amount Pacowski had he noticed. Must have shaved it off. His cock wasn't as girthy as Pacowski's, but it was noticeably longer.
He took hold of Lincoln's wrists, but before continuing he stopped and stared at his eyes. "You good?"
Lincoln only nodded, too much in astonishment at the current situation to say anything.
Isaac bent down, kissed Lincoln on the lips, then moved to his cheek. He peppered kisses moving to the side until he reached under his ear. He then moved downwards, kissing both of his pink nipples, then finishing off with one last peck on the lips.
"Uh, do you know if you have anything?" He asked quickly. "Have what?" Lincoln asked back with ignorance
"Anything we should know about. Aids or HIV. STDs in general or any diseases really."
"Oh." Lincoln understood what those were, learning it in school and on his laptop. "I'm pretty sure I don't have any. None of my family does."
"Have you ever been tested before?" He asked.
Lincoln shrugged. "My parents probably know but I don't want to ask them randomly." "It's fine." Isaac smiled and grabbed a condom and some lube from his drawer. "Luckily these things don't expire for years. Better to be safe, right?" Lincoln nodded in response.
He slipped on his condom with expertise, as if he had done it a million times before. Lincoln was about to turn over and get into position but didn't get the chance to. As Isaac was already back on top of him, pinning one of his wrists against the bed once more.
In his stupor, he didn't react to the kiss he received until seconds after. His widened eyes slowly closed, and their tongues clashed.
Isaac raised Lincoln's waist and lined his cock to his entrance, rubbing his slit with the tip of his cock. Using his free hand wet with lube, he lubed Lincoln's entrance and his own cock. The Loud jerked against the cold touch for a moment.
He broke apart the kiss. "I'll start slow, okay?" Lincoln nodded. "Okay." He never thought about it until now that they could do it in this position, it never crossed his mind.
Isaac brought Lincoln's legs up so his ankles were resting near his shoulder. They weren't quite long enough to hook onto them. He continued to coat Lincoln's entrance with lube and the boy shivered at the cold substance one last time.
Once he was sure he was properly lubed up, he pushed in, spreading the tight hole and making the boy wince in pain.
"Relax buddy." He said to soothe him, still going slow. He groaned. "You're so tight!" He was about halfway in before pausing, letting Lincoln breathe and relax. "Let me know if I can keep going… or if it's too much."
Lincoln nodded, his eyes closed shut. "Y-you can go, just slowly p-please!"
Isaac followed the order and pushed on. Before they knew it, his cock was as deep as it could get, his crotch rubbing against Lincoln. He grabbed the little dick that was between them and started to jerk him.
Lincoln's legs buckled at the contact, and he tensed up. But he was merely teased, as Isaac stopped pumping him after only five seconds.
Instead, now he was going to put all of his efforts into his thrusts. He pulled out so it was just his tip inside, before thrusting forward, eliciting a cry from Lincoln.
He started this rhythm with slow pacing, retreating and slamming back into him. He grasped Lincoln's feet with his hands to hold him steady and ran his thumbs in circles on his soles.
Lincoln didn't realize why, but when he felt the touches on his feet he squirmed and got more aroused. It tickled a bit, not like the torture one of his sisters would do to win a fight. Instead, he thought of it as more of a drizzle of rain than an entire thunderstorm.
Isaac leaned up and gave a quick kiss to the side of Lincoln's foot, his thrusts starting to become faster.
Lincoln couldn't help but stretch his legs up, the feeling of the cock consecutively entering then leaving him every second was too much. He felt Isaac move his legs so they wrapped around his waist. The man then leaned down to tower over him and quickened his thrusts to the next gear.
He stared at Lincoln's lidded eyes, before bending down and kissing him with passion. The boy was too much in a daze to retaliate his tongue against his. But unknown to the both of them, Lincoln enjoyed that about it. He guided his hand around the boy's chest, feeling around and grazing over his nipples. His hand drove further down, going over the belly button, before catching Lincoln's dick in its clutches. He stroked it, the slow speed agonizing the Loud.
He ended the kiss and stopped stroking his dick. Using his arms as leverage, he raised his ass, so he was at a better angle, bending Lincoln's lower back upward with it.
He slammed down hard.
"Ah!" Lincoln moaned out, his legs uncontrollably wrapping tight around Isaac's body. The man thrust hard and deep, his balls slapping around the area of Lincoln's tailbone. The bed rocked with every thrust, and with every one of them, Lincoln cried out in bliss.
Isaac began to moan too, burying himself in Lincoln's soft white hair, which smelled very nice from the shower the boy took earlier that morning. Trying his best not to lose balance, he took Lincoln's wrists, which were pushing against his chest, and pinned them to the sides of the Loud's head. From then on, he started ramming himself as hard as he could into the tight little asshole with heavy breaths.
Lincoln felt himself getting close, even though Isaac had stopped touching him. The rough fucking made him gasp out. He wrapped his tiny legs as tight as he could—toes curling—as Isaac, his mattress, and himself bounced up and down with every thrust of fucking. He let out a cute cry before climaxing on his belly, his cock pulsing with every rope shot out, not stopping even after his cum stopped dispensing.
Isaac didn't let up his assault. He aggressively pounded Lincoln's ass, the boy squirming under him. As he felt himself reaching his breaking point, he slammed himself deep inside of him, and stay there.
Lincoln felt Isaac's flare as he rode his orgasm deep inside him. The man's balls clenched as his cock throbbed uncontrollably as the shots of cum were unable to escape inside the condom. He nearly collapsed on top of him, now feeling the drowsy effects of ejaculation, but managed to fall to the side instead.
He slid an arm underneath Lincoln's shaking body, and pulled him close, letting him snuggle into the side of his chest. The boy's shaking slowed soon enough while he cuddled to his side. He slipped off the wet condom, and there was a small trash bin beside his bed in arms reach, so he simply tossed it in there. "How was that? I wasn't too rough on you was I?" He asked in labored breaths.
Lincoln also panted. It took some time for him to catch his breath to answer back, which Isaac waited for with patience. Eventually, he said, "Don't tell Pacowski, but that was the best time I've had yet."
Isaac grinned, keeping him close. "Now I want to tell him. Just to rub it in his face." He turned over to his nightstand, where his smartphone sat.
"You have a towel?" Lincoln asked.
Isaac looked down, he didn't notice the drops of Lincoln's cum on the owner's belly.
"I have something better." He stated, licking his lips.
He let Lincoln relax on his pillow, grabbing both sides of his waist. His head went down and lapped up the milky–white boy juices with his tongue, happily eating it. He didn't miss any since the creamy liquid glistened in the lit-up room.
Lincoln squirmed, feeling the tickles of Isaac's wet appendage in a sensitive place. After a moment, the wetness of his cum on his midsection was entirely replaced with his partner's saliva, which wasn't as noticeable as before.
Sitting back up and licking his lips, he took in the picture once he pulled the blankets over them and held it up with his free hand. Peeking down under the hovering blanket was his own body under his chin and the covers, with Lincoln's smaller form resting against his side. Not hard to make out in the shadows of the covers were his and the boy's empty limp dicks, resting against their crotches. The Loud's in particular bent downwards due to gravity, since he laid on his side facing towards him. Further back were their legs and feet, one of Lincoln's crossed over his belly as he snuggled him. He loved this image and wished he could take a picture of it. Sadly, he knew how dangerous that was.
He reached over to his phone and grabbed it. Reluctantly he passed his camera app and went over to a different one.
Lincoln hadn't noticed the television when he first walked in, which was actually a smart TV. He was too excited to even look around the room. He lay in silence as Isaac went through movies on his service plan using his phone. Soon, he found a movie the two of them had watched before separately and enjoyed. Hitting play on his phone, the movie started on the TV.
Putting down his device, he draped the blankets fully over their shoulders. They cuddled close together in the nude and watched the movie, enjoying each other's warmth.