He Wanted Cock
All characters and locations appearing in this work are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Any resemblance to real locations and places is also purely coincidental.
It was always the same way. Sam knew that Darren was gay. It wasn't a huge deal to him -- on the outside anyway -- as he always wanted to try something with Darren. But he could never bring himself to. He wanted to be straight. He wanted to have kids. He wanted cock. 'Shit ' he thought. I don't want cock. He lied. But I don't want, you know, that other thing either. His conscience was playing games. Darren had presented himself as bisexual. To Sam, that title sounded almost perfect, except for the fact that it wasn't, you know, normal. He still had to get his head around it.
Darren was fed up with trying to turn Sam on. He didn't know that it actually was working -- on the inside. Well, he kind of guessed. Sam, to whoever was nearest at the time, would say things like 'Did you see that? He just felt my ass'. There was never a 'stop' or 'I'm not gay'.
'Jesus Christ', murmured Darren. Sam had run off with his book, as a joke, for the second time in the space of an hour. It really pissed him off. Sam was a complete messer -- he often wondered whether this was the root of his sexual behaviour. Was it all just one big fat game? He couldn't give him the credit. If it was a game, it was one of those games that six-year-olds played, not the sly ones that he'd expect from the head cheerleader of the neighbouring all girls school. Sam ran into the cubicle with the book. He threatened to put it down his pants as a joke.
'You know I would like that', said Darren in a seductive tone.
'You are so bloody gay, it's not funny', Sam responded.
'So fuck me', Darren replied, pushing his luck.
'You're the gay one you twat, so why would I fuck you?'
Darren pushed Sam against the white concrete blocks surrounding the cubicle. He moved closer to Sam's face to intimidate him, in an attempt to appear more manly. 'I'm bi, you idiot, I told you that'. He was too close, and he felt like his breath smelled pretty bad. He was thinking about how this situation could be much sexier if he had just used the breath mint after lunch like he was going to do. His thought processes were interrupted when he felt something touch his lower-lip. It was Sam's finger. 'Fuck me', he whispered. They were really supposed to be in class, but all of a sudden Darren pushed Sam harder against the back wall of the cubicle. He was feeling his ass, like many times before. Except, this time, he could do it for an extended period, and he didn't have to pass it off as a joke. It felt really hot through Sam's school pants, especially when he was breathing rapidly. Darren reached around to untie Sam's belt, but his hand was met by the feeling of a pulsating cock. Sam was already way ahead of him. Within seconds, Sam's belt was on the floor and all that was left to look at was his boxer briefs. 'Just do it', said Sam, whispering. It felt like a dream to Darren. It was going exactly as planned, only Sam's ass was way nicer than he imagined. Sure, he glanced at it in his tight school boy pants everyday, but being this close -- 'fuck', he thought -- it was amazing. He pulled down Sam's trunks and pushed his tongue into his hole. They both felt like they had been placed in a really hot porn movie. Darren wasn't just saying it, but Sam's soccer player butt was just fucking perfect, yeah, wider than imagined, but perfect in every way. It wasn't all muscle, there was some fat to play with, something to bury your face in! Yeah, perfect.
Sam groaned really loudly.
'Sshh!', Darren replied. 'What are you trying to do, get us caught?'
'I want to blow you'. Darren was taken by surprise. 'Now.'
Sam was already on his knees facing the grey fabric which made-up Darren's school pants. Even though Darren knew it wasn't at all practical, he allowed Sam to remove all of their clothes. He got straight to it -- Sam's tongue dripped warm saliva all over Darren's cock. Darren, apart from the unbelievable pleasure that he was experiencing, was also thrilled that he had shaved his cock, balls and ass that morning, and his legs the night before. So, the razor bumps hadn't a chance to develop and he was squeaky clean. Sam liked it, or more the effects of it, as each of Darren's balls were ridiculously good to suck on. Darren moved Sam's head up and down his cock, and each time, his dick reached a more distant part of his throat. He knew he was going to cum. So he caught Sam by surprise and pushed him, again, against the wall. Darren loved being in control. Sam's cock, throbbing much faster than it was earlier, and absolutely rock hard, was now submerged in Darren's mouth. 'You are so fucking gay!', laughed Darren as he rubbed his finger along his shaved shaft, small shadows of hair showing under the skin. 'Wasn't that obvious anyway?' giggled Sam as he thrusted his cock back into Darren's mouth. He could taste the salty precum, and there was lots of it. This really was the hottest moment of both their lives. Sam couldn't help groaning. Up and down, up and down. The fact that Darren's tongue was exploring under his foreskin, and around the glans, was way to much for him. The pleasure was almost unbearable. He was reaching orgasm too quickly and Darren could sense it, so he took control and pushed Sam again and turned him around so his face was buried in his ass. That smell was just what he wanted. He knew it was clean, but yet it smelled like ass, not shower gel or cheap Axe. Darren loved being the dominant top and spat as much saliva as he could into Sam's hole. 'Just fuck me, I want it NOW... give it to me, please Darren, fuck me really hard ... I don't care if it hurts ... I want to feel you inside of me!'. Darren reached for his wallet to get a condom, but Sam stopped him in his tracks.
'bloody bare, please ... I want to walk around all day with your cum in my ass'.
'OK', Darren thought, 'this is way better than a porn movie'.
He was finally in Sam's ass, after all this time. Well, sort of. Sam's ass was really, really tight. 'Loosen up, sexy, or there won't be any cum in your ass'.Darren was trying to pretend he knew what he was doing. With a deep breath in, and a deep breath out, Sam's ass expanded just a little, but it was enough. He literally screamed in pleasure and Darren could just feel his prostate pulsating. Darren moved slowly, but Sam got impatient and whispered 'harder ... fuck me harder, you whimp'. Darren laughed and then forcefully pushed his cock as far as it could go. He was thrusting in and out, his cock getting harder by the millisecond. Sam bent down slightly, and he could now reach even further in his ass. He was groaning quieter, but Darren could tell that the pleasure was greater. In and out, in and out. Thrust after thrust. All Sam could think of was Darren. It was like it was meant to be, but he would never admit it.
He felt so wanted, so fucking hot until, well, the pleasure got too much. He just couldn't think. He didn't even feel like he was himself anymore... Darren's cock just felt way too good in his ass. He felt broken into, like he was in love. Darren's thrusts got even quicker and Sam's bubble butt was bouncing off his thighs making a loud, slapping sound. He couldn't even hear anymore. It was odd, he felt like he was reaching orgasm without even touching his cock, but then he realised that he wasn't even close to one. What he was experiencing was just a build-up of pleasure -- it kept on getting more and more pleasurable -- and that he had broken that barrier long ago, the one he thought was the maximum pleasure he could experience. Darren's cock was actually getting harder, as if it was going to burst with blood. They were both covered in sweat and it was pouring into Sam's tight ass and lubricating Darren's cock. Darren now couldn't help but groan. Sam's sphincters were like a cock-ring -- it was that tight. In, out, in, out -- he was slamming his pelvis against his superb ass. He felt like he was reaching orgasm, but like Sam, Darren realised that this wasn't even the start of the pleasure. His cock was pulsating inside the person he loved, inside a smooth, round ass. Sam felt the thrusts slow down, but the pleasure got greater and Darren felt the same way as he slowed the movement of his hips. He reached around to Sam's cock and moved his balls up and down, them soaking with sweat originating from Sam's abs.
'What the fuck is that?', hissed Sam. The door of the toilet was opening. Darren was still thrusting his hips. It was really hot -- they were having sex while someone else was in the same room.
'Shut up!'. Sam said it more aggressively this time.
'If we're caught, we'll be expelled!'.
'That's what makes it hot', replied Darren sarcastically.
The person was relieving themselves at the urinal. He really did have a lot of urine to excrete. They could both tell he was rushing, so they weren't as nervous anymore. Then they both realized who it was. The other Darren, the captain of the rugby team. While Sam and Darren were what you'd call really hot, this guy was in a different league. While this guy's overall body beat Sam's and his ass was nearly perfect too, his butt couldn't match the bubble ass that Sam got from soccer sprints. They both thought he was gay, I mean fake tan, shaved legs -- shaved everything -- and even arm pits. Darren had experiences with him before, he was generally a nice guy, just got caught up in trying to be cool. When we say experiences, well they were sexual experiences. All with underwear on, but Darren remembered coming home with a sore dick after a sleepover at a friend's party. They both couldn't stop humping each other all night. They were both young, only twelve at the time, but no-one else felt the need to try and penetrate through their boxer briefs that night. Because he was the captain, everyone just forgot the things he did. He was about to leave, when he took a few footsteps towards the row of cubicles. Their hearts were pounding. If he found them, what would he do? Fuck them both? Bare? Run away and tell on them? The other Darren's feet stopped, and as Sam looked out under the gap between the cubicle door and the spotless floor, he appeared to stare at the wall. 'Fuck!', the two thought. They were both sweating more than ever now.
Then it hit them. He was looking at himself in the new mirror. The policy before was that an all-boys school didn't need mirrors, so they weren't used to where it was located. As suddenly as he arrived, he left.
Now Darren had to figure out how to get his cock back in Sam's pathetically tight ass. After a brief struggle, more deep breathing, they were feeling the pleasure again. Darren was going really slowly, trying not to cause pain for his new boyfriend. Darren took this penetrative standpoint to explore Sam's hot body. His abs weren't as defined as he would have imagined in his dreams but his ass made up for all the imperfections. His legs were fucking smooth, like Darren's. They both loved it. His arms were really hot too. Darren couldn't figure out how Sam's cock was so hard still ... most porn stars were completely flaccid while being fucked. Darren kissed his back and then began to thrust quickly and harder again, catching Sam by surprise. He knew that there was no pain anymore. Sam was speechless, with his mouth wide open. He had to adjust his position as the pleasure from his rectum now seemed to spread, first to his legs, then to his arms, then just all over. If felt way too good to be real. It felt way too good to be a dream. It felt way too good to be anything. Sam could no longer take it. 'Cum for fuck's sake!' Darren slowed down again, to tease him. Then he sped up. He did it again and then continued at speed. Darren was reaching that point he thought was an orgasm again, but it kept getting better, almost impossibly. Darren no longer had control of his hips, and he was thrusting as hard as ever -- the pleasure just took over ... harder and harder ... more and more intense ... he could hear Sam saying something, but he didn't know what, and he didn't care. The pleasure was just ridiculous it was so fucking good. It was building and building until he felt this incredible burst of pleasure, almost abnormal. Yet he still hadn't came. Another burst of pleasure. They were now both groaning really loudly, and they couldn't stop. More bursts of pleasure, no orgasm. Build-up after build-up the pleasure was so intense. 'Oh FUCK!' said Darren as Sam continued to groan. Thank God they were in a slightly remote part of the school. 'FUCK, FUCK, FUCK', repeated Darren. The desire for more and more pleasure crept up on both of them. Sam was now thrusting his own hips, while Darren was just ramming his thighs against his boyfriend's hairless ass. Another burst of pleasure. It was almost like they were both in sync as they both felt the most out-of-body experience ever. They could no longer think straight. They no longer had control over their stunning bodies. Even though Sam couldn't guide his legs, they were both still pushing themselves so Darren's thrusting hips could shove his hard cock into his wet butt. Neither of them could speak, and they were just groaning really softly as they both felt ten or twelve incredibly intense bursts of pleasure, much more powerful than they had imagined possible. The last one was the most powerful yet, and both of their bodies felt this incredible sense of euphoria as if they were now one, not two separate people. The bursts continued to build, harder and harder, deeper and deeper into Sam's ass. They now weren't speaking at all. There mouths were both just wide open, as if they had lost all sense of reality, and as if they had made every possible groaning sound. Darren, without thinking, placed his hands on Sam's hips and now was thrusting harder and deeper. His balls were being jammed between both of their bodies as his whole shaft was engulfed by the tightest ass he would ever fuck. They both screamed with pleasure and Darren felt this release, literally filling Sam's rectum with cum during an orgasm which seemed to last for minutes. There was so much semen that it was bursting out the seams of Sam's hole around Darren's cock.
Darren took a moment to compose himself. He didn't feel the normal sensation of feeling dirty and didn't want to stop. He shoved his tongue into Sam's ass, gathered a mouthful of cum and left loads for Sam to walk around all day with. They were now passionately kissing each other, swapping the cum between each other's mouths. Sam reminded him that he hadn't orgasmed yet and Darren was more than happy to oblige. Using his own cum, mixed with both his and Sam's saliva, he lubricated Sam's cock with his tongue while Sam trusted Darren's head. He placed his finger in Sam's ass by reaching around and felt his cum.
'Christ, your ass is full of it Sam, I mean it will be leaking out all day'.
'Just what I ordered', replied Sam as he felt Darren's finger massaging his prostate at the same time as his tongue on his glans.
They had missed most of the class at this stage but neither of them cared. Sam was reaching orgasm and within seconds, Darren's mouth was full of warm, sticky cum. Sam didn't feel revolted as he thought he would after orgasm either -- he just felt really, really happy. He smiled, they kissed for a few moments and Sam left Darren swallow the mixture of both of their saliva along with the cum just released from Sam's cock. It was STILL rock hard. He was sure there was some of his own cum in his mouth as well. There was six minutes left for them to clean up before lunch. 'I gotta take a piss' said Darren. Sam smirked ... 'let me take care of that for you'. Sam licked the last few pieces of cum from his partner's dick and Darren cautiously pissed in his mouth. Darren could tell that Sam loved the taste. He got most of it, but deliberately let a lot drip down his chest, onto his abs and onto both of their underwear on the floor. Then Sam told Darren to turn around while he stood up. He was surprised he could get an erection so quickly. Sam tried to get his cock in Darren's ass, but it was too tight. Just about getting his glans in, Darren could feel a small amount of urine enter his rectum. It was really hot. They both stood up, and Sam put his finger in his own ass, licked some of Darren's cum off by putting it in his mouth, and told Darren that his piss was his souvenir, something he could walk around all day with. They kissed again, headed for the showers in the changing rooms and got changed.
The last two classes were dominated by glances and touching of each other's legs under the table. The final bell went and Sam, always in a hurry, told Darren that he would ring him to have a chat later.
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