Zac McGuire

This took forever to write. Been working on it all night and yesterday. It's pretty stupid really. But I actually like how the last paragraph worked out. This takes place sort of during me and Mikey's thread Just A Number. It hasn't happened yet but this is how I'm sort of imagining it to happen in my head. We aren't very far into the thread yet but I was bored heheTHis will be after Quincy and Zac have been talking for a few months.
WARNING: Rough Masturbation!
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Zac sat in his bed and opened his tablet to a nice blank sheet of white paper. He had a pencil, colored pencils and a black sharpie sitting beside him. He loved to draw in his spare time. And he didn’t think so, but he was really quite talented. A low, barely audible shout, caused his head to snap up and glance out the window. He barely heard the sound, but he knew the voice.
Quincy was leaning against a tree, directly below his window. Zac grinned.
“You comin’ tonight?” Quincy mouthed with a raised eyebrow.
Zac had been sneaking out whenever he could, just to go talk to the older man that his parents seemed to hate. They weren’t dating or anything… although sometimes Zac liked to pretend they were. One look in his tablet told you that. It was filled with sketches he’d drawn of Quincy and him together. As if they were a couple…
Zac almost nodded at Quincy but cursed to himself. Kevin, his mother was laying on he and Rick’s bed right beside Zac.
“Can’t.” He frowned to his… secret confidant.
Quincy sighed but nodded.
He waved and was gone.
Even that small gesture made Zac’s stomach flip. Damn, he wanted to be so much more than just friends who had to hide out to spend time together. But everyone in the house seemed to flip whenever Quincy’s name would come up. He wanted to know why, should he be afraid of this man he’d grown so fond of?
No… no matter what Quincy had done, he couldn’t be afraid of him. Quincy would never hurt him.
Whenever Quincy came in contact with any member of Zac’s family he became sort of an ass. Sarcastic, conceited, snobby… but when they were alone he was everything Zac had ever wanted. Sweet, funny, accepting…. He didn’t judge Zac like everyone else seemed to. And the looks sure didn’t hurt….
Quincy was the sexiest person Zac had ever seen… there were times when it was warm at night when they talked. Quincy’s shirt would come off and that meant Zac’s jaw would drop. He’d stare, practically drooling until Quincy chuckled and tilted his head up with a cute comment about how he knew Zac had a crush on him, which, of course, Zac denied.
But he did. This was his first crush as stupid as that sounded.
He’d never been around anyone to have a crush on besides family. And that… that grossed him out, even thinking about a family member that way.
Zac grinned as he pulled out a picture of Quincy he had snapped when he wasn’t looking. He was shirtless and damn, just the picture had him drooling.
“Zac baby, whatcha lookin at?” Kevin asked curiously, trying to glance at the picture from his spot on the bed.
“Oh! Nothing mom…” Zac smiled innocently as he put the picture away. When his parents weren’t around, he would sort of masturbate to the picture.
Damn that sounded creepy.
Zac sighed as he picked up his pencil and started sketching. As usual he started with a faint outline of Quincy’s face. He grabbed the crumpled up picture in his pocket. It was simply a very close up picture of Quincy’s eye. Zac loved those eyes so much it was ridiculous. Quincy knew that Zac had taken this one. They’d laughed while taking it. Zac had to put his camera right against Quincy’s right eye. Turned out, Zac had forgotten to turn the flash off. It nearly blinded Quincy. He’d cursed and clutched his eye, with Zac apologizing repeatedly as he did his best to check on him. But Quincy simply laughed it off, reassuring the young boy that he was fine. Zac was grinning like an idiot just thinking of it.
He shook the thoughts off as he glanced at the picture of the big brown eye before looking back at his tablet and attempting to draw it. He always had to do this when drawing Quincy. He cursed himself though, he never got it quite right. That much beauty could not be given justice on paper…
About a half hour later he grinned at the paper, happy with the drawing he’d just sketched. Quincy with his arms around Zac’s waist, Zac’s head on his strong chest.
He flipped to a new sheet and turned as far away from his mother as possible. Kevin could NOT see what he was about to draw.
He bit his lip as he drew Quincy’s face once again, smiling as he put a toothy grin on the picture.
He’d never attempted to do a full body drawing of his crush but he needed something to satisfy himself. He quickly drew the sculpted, neck and broad shoulders. He grinned at just this small portion. Then he bit his lip, tongue sticking out a bit as it usually did when he was concentrating as he drew the outline of Quincy’s gorgeous, jaw dropping, just… perfect chest. He then moved on to those… UGH. Those damn legs. He drew the large, meaty thighs that he constantly wanted to just bite into. He looked down and cursed as he noticed he was getting hard.
“Baby you okay?” Kevin asked softly.
Zac nodded with a large grin as he covered the bulge in his pants with his tablet.
Kevin shook his head but looked away, shrugging. Zac never told him things anyway.
He continued drawing down to the knee, then the calves, and finally the feet. He went back up and drew his arms folded behind his head. He then erased the toothy grin he’d given his drawing, he turned it into a sly, sexy smirk. The one he loved so much.
He paused for a moment after doing that. He began drawing shoes on the large feet. Damn he even found the feet sexy. But then he paused again, chewing thoughtfully. He gave the tent in his skinny jeans another glance before deciding. Yeah, no clothes on this drawing.
He had never even tried drawing a dick… hell, the only one he’d seen was his own and Rick Jr’s when he’d changed his diaper once. And he was pretty sure that didn’t even count…
He took a deep breath and shrugged to himself. What could trying hurt? He went back up and finished the details on the chest first, adding every little piece of hair. Quincy was a pretty well shaven man but his chest wasn’t completely bare. He then drew every little groove that made up that six pack that never failed to make him drool.
Then he stared in between the two legs he had drawn. The space was empty. Well, from what he’d heard, Quincy CERTAINLY had something big down there…
He was stalling this, he was nervous. He went back up and drew some very defined hip dents, masked slightly but it was by pure muscle. He drew some vague underarm hair and large biceps. And BAM his dream guy, lying there on the page, smirking up at him.
He couldn’t help but smirk back. He felt retarded, smiling at a paper, but hell, he was a good artist, it was lifelike. And he ALWAYS smiled at the real thing…
He cursed himself.
“Just draw the damn cock already!” He yelled at himself mentally. He didn’t see what the big deal was anyways. He was just drawing it…
He held the pen loosely as he drew an outline of what his own member looked like, only much larger. Longer and thicker. Quincy was sure to be bigger than him.
He was blushing lightly, feeling sort of dirty as he drew what he imagined his crush’s cock to look like. He drew the balls sort of… and added pubic hair, blushing as he set his pencil down. He picked up his sharpie and went over the whole picture, darkening it. He grinned, quite proud of himself. This was pretty damn good for his first full body picture. He stared at the sketch of a naked Quincy a moment before looking back down at the now very prominent tent in his pants, then back at his mother.
He bit his lip, he needed to masturbate. Now.
He slowly moved a hand to his crotch and began palming himself, praying that his mother didn’t look over.
Small whimpers and low quieted moans escaped him. He tried to stay as quiet as possible. This was his favorite pair of jeans and he didn’t want to stain them with his cum but he needed this. He was a teenage boy for god’s sake.
Kevin heard some of the sounds and looked over.
“Zac, what are you do- OH!” Kevin noticed the hand on Zac’s crotch and his eyes widened. “Right, you need… alone time. Gotcha…. Tell me when you’re um… finished.” Kevin and Zac’s face were both bright red as Kevin stood and left his son alone.
“Finally.” Zac breathed, his hands worked by themselves, immediately, frantically undoing the button and zipper on his tight jeans and squirming to get them off. Zac cursed and regretted always wearing the damn things. Eventually they were off. He blushed as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the room. He was wearing tighty whiteys, boxers hadn’t looked quite right with these pants.
He slowly slid them off and his erection immediately sprung up against his toned stomach. He licked his lips and rolled over onto his tummy. He slid a finger into himself. He never used a vibrator although he had one. He only fingered himself occasionally. He grimaced for a moment but stopped, sliding the finger in nice and deep, to the knuckle. He only used the clammyness of his hands as lubricant. Hey, he was a cutter, well used to be. He was good with pain. He liked it occasionally. He stretched himself for a minute or two before adding the second finger. He scissored them nice and wide, hissing in pain. He paused and stood, hopping to the door. He opened it, popping his head out.
“HELLO?!” He screamed loudly. No one answered. Good. That meant he could moan and scream as loud as he wanted.
He looked out the window just as the cars were driving out of the parking lot. Good, everyone was leaving.
He was alone.
He grinned and laid back down in the king size bed which belonged to his parents instead of sitting in his own. He gave a sly, mischievous smirk. He could be as dirty as he wanted too. He put the sketch of Quincy he’d drawn on the bedside table along with the real one.
He eyed it as he slid two fingers back into him.
“Oh god, Quincy that hurts.”
He made a voice in his head sound like Quincy’s.
He paused for a moment, thinking if he wanted this to be sweet or rough.
He was in the mood for a nice, rough FUCK.
He continued fingering himself, gruffly thinking naughty things that Quincy could hiss to him in that sexy ass voice. He knew this was wrong. He was pretty much acting like Quincy was raping him and he wanted it… Mike hadn’t. He frowned for only a moment before a finger brushed his prostate. He let out a low yelp.
“OH Quincy! Knock it off!”
“You know you like it.” The Quincy in his head hissed.
“No, I DON’T! Quit it!” Zac whimpered but only thrust the fingers harder and deeper, adding a third and final finger. “Damnit! Hurts!” He whined.
“Good you little whore.” Quincy’s voice hissed.
Now Zac liked a bit of pain when he fingered himself but he wasn’t insane. He reached into his parents drawer, figuring they’d have more sex toys then him and some lube. All he had was a vibrator, and it was pretty small. He never used it but he was pretty sure if he did, he’d barely feel the thing. He continued thrusting three fingers in and out of himself, screaming and begging as if Quincy was doing this against Zac’s will. He found a few vibrators, even condoms and cock rings. Damn. He was going go grab the largest vibrator but that was ridiculous. Holy shit, how the fuck did his mother use that? He shuddered and grabbed the next largest one. It was still pretty big and this would be his first time with something other than fingers up there so… here goes nothing. He grabbed a bottle of lube but then gave a small ‘hmm’ and put it back. He removed the fingers and threw himself over, onto his back. Then he gruffly, jammed the dildo into his mouth, ruthlessly moving it in and out, fucking his own mouth. He gagged and made small whimpered choking noises as he imagined that beast of a man hovering over him. He felt so dirty, his first masturbation with someone on his mind… He’d never tried to give someone a blow job… he needed practice but he had no clue who the hell he could ask without them looking at him like he had a third head.
Once the dildo was nice and wet, he reached around and aligned it with his semi stretched hole. He took a deep breath before jamming it in as hard and deep as possible. He let out a strangled scream. And no, it was not because he was acting like Quincy was raping him. That fucking hurt like hell. He bit down on his knuckles hard, rocking back and forth on the object inside him as he tried to get used to it. His eyes were screwed shut in pain, shallow, uneven breaths escaping him. How the FUCK did people do this!? WHY did people do this?! Goddamnit it fucking hurt. Tears sprang to his eyes and suddenly the mean, raping Quincy in his head turned to the one he knew and liked. The sweet caring man he was dying to see right now.
“Oh don’t cry.” The voice in his head shushed him.
He imagined Quincy wiping away his tears. He sighed and whimpered, earning him a soft imaginary kiss on the lips. He pictured Quincy caressing his cheek as he adjusted to the large object inside him. He decided before he moved it to much, he’d try to make it feel better. He moved it around a bit to search for his prostate, he could feel himself tearing. He whimpered, regretting this… he finally found his prostate and pressed the tip of the vibrator against it, groaning slightly as he turned it on. The vibrations sent liquid pleasure coursing through his veins.
“Oh G-god! Quincy! M-move please!” He moaned loudly.
He paused a moment before gripping the vibrator firmly and pulling it out of himself so only the tip was in before pushing it back in the whole way, wincing and hissing in pain. He hoped Quincy was around the same size as this though, it filled him so well. Felt amazing when he was not moving it. He groaned as he continued the process getting faster and faster. He bounced lightly on the vibrator.
“Mmm Quincy, so good!” He moaned loudly, cock bouncing as he thrusted the vibrator harder, faster and deeper.
“Oh god Quincy! HARDER!” He shouted. He pulled the vibrator out and plunged it back in, howling in pain and pleasure. He imagined Quincy over top of him, hands all over his tiny body. He tried to picture what that beautiful face would look like in the heat of passion. What he came up with only brought him closer to his climax.
“Aw FUCK! Quincy! FASTER!” His hands sped up, faster then he’d ever moved before, forcing the dildo in and out of his tight passage. He knew he was close. He felt that warmth in the pit of his stomach. He finally stabbed his prostate hard.
“FUCK! GOD QUINCY! DON’T STOP!” He screamed, panting hard as he repeatedly hit that spot that turned his blood into liquid fire. “RIGHT THERE! YES! FUCK ME!”
“Need a hand! Touch me please!” He begged.
He waited a moment before firmly gripping his cock, wet with precum. He began pumping it firmly, fast, groaning over and over.
It only took a few minutes of this, while picturing that damn sex god fucking him senseless.
“OH PLEASE! I DON’T WANT TO BE ABLE TO WALK TOMORROW!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. He thought everyone had left so he wasn’t trying to keep quiet.
“QUINCY!”
He suddenly came hard. Harder than he ever had, his cum covering his stomach as he let the vibrator rest in him, still on. He panted heavily as he laid there, not having the energy to clean himself up.
What he didn’t know was that, yes, the cars were all gone, but Kevin had stayed behind, alone, to make sure Zac did not sneak out.
He had just heard every sound of his son’s pain and pleasure, every obscenity or scream of that rapist’s name.
His eyes were wide and filled with pain, confusion. Why? Out of all the people for Zac to like, why Quincy? Why the man who had raped his mother? Who had molested him for years? WHY? He wanted fucking answers! This was not fair. It just wasn’t. Couldn’t Zac like someone else? Hell, even someone semi related to him was better than Quincy! But no… he’d heard every word out of his sons mouth. And that child molester’s name came out of it many, many times. He had to save his son…. Quincy would hurt him. He just knew it. Quincy would rape him, do something and it would break Zac’s heart. Crush him. Or Zac would think that Quincy liked him but really, Kevin knew, Quincy was just stringing him along. Kevin wouldn’t be surprised if Quincy had someone else he was fucking on the side. Maybe that’s how Zac would get hurt. But one way or another, Zac’s heart was getting broken.
His baby was in love with a monster….
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All done
Well, let me know what you think pleaseeeee and here are some of the pictures Zac has been drawing of Quincy. <3

Oh my god, Im speechless, im not kidding. This was....just fucking wow. Its perfect as perfect can get. By far the BEST thing I have read....im like....EVER. Oh my god, I dotn even know how to describe how much I adore this fic. Alex, you are SO my favorite Author EVER! This is....Like I said im fucking speechless...

nawwwwww i was just about to take this down <333 i dont like it.
but you just made me grin like an idiot. thank youuuu

NO!
Ill be reduced to tears if you take such a marvelous piece down.

hehehe <333
well incase any one wonders, i did use picnik for the pictures
hell i cannot draw for shit. I make lopsided stick figures.

I would've smacked you with my giant pillow if you took that down. That's fucking brilliant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Awww, thank you jeffy! <3