So how many of you hate me? I hate myself for that long wait. It's been six months. I had to reread the story. Anyways, I thank you all for staying with me through this wait, and I thank you all for taking the time to read the next installment. Hope you enjoy it!
Nashty Nash - Chapter 4
Cameron turned in his bed. It been late when he went to sleep, and he more than needed the extra hours. He turned his head towards his ringing alarm clock, and he slammed a hand down on the portable thing. For one obvious reason he regretted ever buying the thing. He moved a hand through his hair, and he pushed his body upward. He wasn't really awake, but he knew there was no way he going back to sleep. He stared into space for a moment before his hand moved towards his phone. He gripped the metal, and looked down at his home screen. He saw the text message from Jake, and he wasted no time in opening the message.
When he saw what the message contained, he wanted to throw up. He felt anger and jealously brewing, but he knew he couldn't react that way. He stared at his cum covered boyfriend, and he felt the tears fall from his face. He was mad and angry, but he didn't know how to react. Why did Nash love him? He had given Nash everything he had ever wanted, and he couldn't understand why Nash would go and do something like sleep with Jack. Cameron felt used and abused. He threw his phone to the floor, and he allowed his body to slump back into the bed. He wasn't going anywhere, and he wasn't taking any calls. The only thing that Cameron Dallas was doing was moping and crying. His eyes closed and more tears rolled down his face.
Nash's eyes shot open at the feeling of pain. His anus was on fire. He tried to move from the couch, but the pain was unbearable, not to mention the weight of both of the Jacks. Nash looked around the room, and he tried to remember what happened. He'd taken a great nap that turned into a sleep over. He looked down at his body, and he saw that he was naked and covered in cum. Of course, he knew that he had had sex, but he'd thought it was with Cameron when he first awoke. He twisted his head, and he saw the two Jacks, and started freaking out. He didn't love either of them, and he knew the two of them were together. Immediately, Nash regretted his decision for getting involved with the two of them. Against the behind in his behind, Nash stood from the couch, throwing the Jacks off his body.
He stood in the room ass naked for a while before he found his clothes and made his way out of the house. He needed to get out. He no longer wanted to see the Jacks, and he wanted nothing more than to see Cameron. Nash ran onto the street, and he quickly dialed Cameron's number. The phone ringed and ringed, and Nash began to tear up when he got no answer. Normally, Cameron would have answered his call, but he couldn't figure out why his call wasn't taken. Nash wiped the tears away from his face, and that's when he felt the dried cum that was there. He'd completely forgotten that he allowed them to cum on his face. He was out in public with someone else's cum on his face. The teenager took off his shirt, and he did his best to wipe the cum away. He was unsuccessful because the cum was flakey, and he had no liquids.
Nash began to cry. He didn't know what to do, and it seemed that he had no one. He just wanted to see Cameron. He wanted to apologize for what he'd done, and he wanted to make things better, but he knew he couldn't walk around with dried cum on his face, with no shirt, and his hair a mess. Nash's whole life was a mess—a mess that he didn't know how to clean up. With no other option Nash fell to the ground about three blocks away from the Jacks house. He didn't know where he was or where he was going to end. Nash didn't want to move. He just wanted to die right then and there. Nash's eyes closed, and the tears poured. He didn't know what he was going to do at all.
Matthew smiled when he stepped into the California sun. He loved being free and wild—being a teenager. He wrapped a hand around his suitcase, and he quickly wheeled it behind him. He was more than grateful that the airport was within walking distance to some of his friend's houses. Matthew pulled the suitcase behind him, and he stopped when he rounded a corner, and saw Nash laying on the ground. It'd been a few months since he last saw him, but he knew there was something wrong with his friend. He dropped his suitcase and ran towards the boy screaming his name. He didn't know what was wrong, but he was going to make things better.
Nash looked up and saw Matt, and he just wanted to bury himself in a hole. It was already embarrassing playing over what had happened, and now he was going to have to explain himself. He didn't want to see Matt. He was glad that he was okay, but he did not want to see him or explain what had happened. Nash stood, and he tried to run away from Matt, but Matt quickly gripped his arm, and turned him towards him.
"Nash, what the hell is on your face. It looks like dried cum," Matt asked.
Nash tried his best to not react, but tears just fell from his face. Matthew took a look at him, and he put two and two together. He knew the Jacks lived close by, and he assumed that's where Nash had ran away from. Matt hated thinking like that, but it was obvious that Nash wasn't giving up any details. He stared at his friend, and he wrapped his arms around him. He didn't any details. He knew Nash was okay, and that's all that mattered. He separated himself from the boy, and he quickly pulled him towards his suitcase. He was no longer going to the Jacks house. They needed to make it to Nash's house and clean him up.
Matt grabbed his suitcase, and he moved at his quickest speed with Nash closely behind him. The trip took a little longer than normal because the two had to walk about five miles. There was no way that Nash was allowing a car service or anyone that knew him come to get him. He was a mess, and he knew it. When the two made it to Nash's house, they quickly ran inside. Nash was more than happy to see that no one was home. He ran into his room, and he quickly stripped. He needed a hot shower. He wanted to try and wash away the night. He stood naked in his room for a minute before he ran into the bathroom. He twisted the water on, and he began to wash his body.
While he washed his body, he couldn't stop thinking of Cameron. He didn't know how he was going to explain it or what he was going to say, but that wasn't what he was thinking about. Nash saw the two's makeup, and he saw Cameron between his legs. Nash had a hand wrapped around his cock, and he was jerking it for every drop of cum that was inside. He couldn't resist thinking of Cameron. He was so deep into his jerkoff experience that he began to moan. He moved his hand up and down his shaft with the water as lube, and he didn't stop until his cum was washed away with the water.
After coming from his orgasmic high, Nash turned the water off, and he stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his body, and he once again stepped into his bedroom. He closed the bathroom door, and he made his way to his mirror, oblivious to the fact that Matt was inside of his room, in his bed.
Matt watched the boy as he moved about the room. He saw how Nash's abs flexed, and he saw the water dripping from his body. In Matt's opinion, Nash was hot, and he honestly wanted a piece. He wanted to suck Nash dry, but he didn't know how to go about. He'd heard Nash's jerkoff session, and it made him horny as all get out. His cock was throbbing beneath his shorts, but he couldn't let Nash know that. He was not going to take advantage of his best friend in his time of teed.
Nash dropped the towel, and he exposed his lower half. Matt stared at Nash's nakedness for a while. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sexiness that was his best friend. He wanted every bit of that sexy Nash Grier. He saw the tightness of Nash's ass, and it made precum spurt from the head of his cock. His cock was throbbing, and he was in pain from no release, but he knew there was nothing that he could do. Matt closed his eyes, and he pretended that Nash was not there. He could not risk his best friend seeing him. Matt pulled a few pillows over his lower halves, and he tried to make things work.
Nash quickly dressed by pulling on a pair of tight trunks. He moved towards his dresser, and he pulled out a pair of grey joggers. He pulled the cotton over his body, and he wiped his face when he was done. He still didn't know how he was going to tell Cameron about his encounter. Nash turned towards his best, and he saw Matt, and it got him curious. He saw his best friend with his eyes closed hard. He didn't know what was going on, but he assumed it had something to do with him because of the pillows.
Nash brushed it off, and he made his way to his bed. He fell onto the mattress, and he laid next to Matt. He needed guidance, and he knew he was only going to get it from one person. He turned his head towards Matt, and he spoke softly.
"Matt, I need your help."
Matt's thoughts kept him out of the real world for a while. It wasn't until Nash gripped his face that his eyes opened. He stared into the oceans that were Nash's eyes, and he felt his heart beat quicken. He wanted to take Nash right there. He resisted the urge, and he replied with a , "What?"
Nash wanted to ask what was wrong with him, but he needed to worry about himself. He was in some deep shit, and he needed to deal with it.
"Matt, I cheated on Cam," Nash said.
Matt stared at Nash for a while before he spoke.
"You need to tell him everything that happened," he said.
Nash felt the tears fall from his face. How was he going to tell his best friend and boyfriend that he willingly slept with his two best friends, and that he allowed them to cum all over his body, including his face. How was he to tell Cameron that he allowed both of his friends to fuck him and that he sucked them both off? How was he to tell Cameron that he swallowed someone else's cum.
Matt saw that Nash was deep in thought, and he offered his opinion.
"Just go to his house, he's bound to be there."
Nash smiled at his friend, before quickly standing. He threw on a shirt, grabbed his keys, and he was out of the house. Cameron only lived a few blocks away. He needed to get it off his chest. He walked the few blocks, and he made it to Cameron's house. He didn't bother knocking. He'd been at the house a thousand times. He entered the house, and he made his way to Cameron's room. He was getting ready to open the door when he heard Cameron's voice. He heard his boyfriend begging for more, and what was worse was that he heard Taylor Caniff encouraging Cameron.