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“Dude, you suck at this game. Just give up and go get me a drink.”
“No, you suck at this game. I’m kicking Cor’s ass.”
“Are you high? No, you’re not.”
It was a typical Friday night. Derek, Nic, and Cory were spending a weekend alone at Derek’s family’s cabin, as they had for the past 3 years. They had been coming out here a lot longer than that, but it was only after their first year of high school that Derek’s parents started letting them use it alone.
The three had been friends for almost 10 years. They met in the 3rd grade and quickly bonded over a mutual love of cartoons, video games, and superhero movies. Over the years their interests began to differ, things like girls and sports entered the picture, but through it all the three remained close. Now in their last year of high school, though the boys seemed to run in different social groups they still found time to spend together.
Derek was the oldest, though only by a few months. Not quite a jock but still athletic, at 5’10” and with dark brown hair he had his pick of girls at school. Nic was even taller at 6’0”, and being on the football team meant he also rarely had to look far for a girl. His latino background gifted him with tan olive skin and jet black hair. Hair that went everywhere. People often expected a much louder and brash personality, but he largely preferred keeping his emotions in check and to himself. Finally, the youngest of the group by a couple of months was Cory. Just a little chubby, any interest he had in sports went out the window as soon as his mom got him his first computer. Now he spent most of his afternoons indoors, his curly brown hair growing shaggier and the lack of sun not doing his pale skin any favors.
For the last 3 years, they would spend a couple of weekends a month in this cabin together. Talking, watching TV, playing video games, and on the rare occasion even studying. Whenever one of them was having a rough time with something, they would head out for the weekend and everything just seemed better.
“Aaaaanndd done,” Cory announced to the room, as the sound of an explosion and a spoken 'Game!’ came from the TV. Cory stood and made to go to the kitchen. “Still want a soda, D?”
"Actually, I brought something special this time,” Derek called behind him as he walked to the kitchen himself. When he returned he was carrying a case of beer. He sat it down and opened it, handing a can to Cory and Nic. “It’s a gift from Tommy for starting senior year.”
“Man, I wish my family didn’t suck,” Nic whined before taking a swig. “I asked my cousin to sneak me a beer last Christmas and he turned right around and told mom.”
Cory chuckled and popped open his own can, taking a sip. Blech. He never quite got used to the taste, but he liked the warm feeling of getting tipsy.
“Alright, ready for another round? Wait, nevermind, gotta pee.” He sat his drink down and walked to the bathroom.
Nic watched the bathroom door close. “You sure you still wanna do this D?”
“Yeah, why, you having second thoughts?” Derek asked in response.
“No, no, I’m still totally in but...once we do this there’s no turning back.” Nic warned, as much to himself as to Derek.
“That’s the idea. We’ve been talking about this almost every day since we found out, and that was weeks ago. Things might change, but they’re changes everyone wants,” Derek reassured.
Three weeks ago, Derek and Nic were having a very different conversation. They were at Derek’s house, and Cory was helping the two of them with a history presentation the two were due to give. He brought his laptop and they used it to take notes and put together slides. By the end of the night Nic and Derek were almost done, but Cory had to get home.
“I gotta get home before my mom kills me, guys,” Cory started packing up his bag. “You’re almost done though right?”
“Yeah, just need to run through it I think,” Derek answered.
“Then just hang onto my laptop and bring it to school tomorrow,” he zipped up and headed towards the door. “I’ll get it from you in the morning. I really gotta go though!”
Derek followed him towards the front door. “Yeah man, see you tomorrow!” he shouted before closing and locking it. When he returned to his room, he saw Nic on his bed hunched over the laptop. He had a weird look on his face.
“Dude. You need to see this,” he said without ever taking his eyes off the laptop.
“What is it? I swear if this is just some more of that weird porn you send to freak me out I’m gonna punch you…” Derek trailed off as he looked at the screen. Looking back at him were a pair of men. A pair of men in leather gear, and little else. “Dude what the hell are you looking at?”
“I’m not looking at anything!” Derek cast Nic a withered look. “I swear! I was looking for a few more pictures, closed the window by accident, and when I went to reopen the closed windows...this came up,” he gestured to the laptop screen.
Derek took the laptop from Nic and set it on his desk where they could both see. “So...that means that this stuff is all Cory’s.”
“...Cory’s gay?”
“Or bi. And into some pretty kinky shit, apparently,” Derek reasoned. He clicked through a few of the other tabs. “Really kinky.”
There were a lot of open tabs, all of them carrying a similar theme: one guy being dominated by another. Videos of guys being tied up, spanked, or fucked. Online sex shops selling things like cock cages and collars. Stories about guys being dominated and used by their friends, bosses, teachers, cops - someone with power. They had a full roadmap to all of Cory’s desires.
“We shouldn’t be looking at this,” Derek decided even though his hand was still moving the mouse.
“I just can’t believe Cory...I mean I guess the gay thing isn’t that big of a leap, but shit,” Nic pointed at an image of a guy strapped to some sort of bench. There were two other men with him, one at either end, cock inserted. “This is the kind of stuff he’s into?”
Even though they knew they shouldn’t, the two boys spent the next few hours scouring Cory’s laptop, curiosity urging them to learn more about their friend’s proclivities. They didn’t know it then, but something had been triggered in them both, something they never even knew existed. New doors were being opened, whether or not the wanted to open them.
Eventually, many hours later and far further into the night then either of them intended, Derek made the call. “Okay. that’s it. We gotta stop. We need to finish this project and go to bed.” He paused. “We cannot tell Cory about this.”
“Yeah man. I don’t even know what to do with this info.” Nic was more than a little confused, and the half-boner he was trying to hide in his shorts wasn’t helping.
“Nothing. He’s still Cory, still our bro. He just likes dick. Kinky, rough dick,” Derek half laughed the last part of the sentence. “We just pretend this never happened.”
Nic returned Cory’s laptop the next day after making sure to scrub any evidence of their snooping or discoveries. As the days went on, neither Nic nor Derek could get the images from that night out of their head. The more either of them thought about it, the more the idea of having someone on hand to sexually service them appealed to them.
At the same time this led to more then a few odd interactions with Cory, who was becoming increasingly concerned with his friend's mental wellbeing. Normally eloquent Derek started stumbling over his words when when a girl brought up Fifty Shades of Grey at lunch, and Nic nearly spat out his milk when Cory taunted his friend Stephanie with a 'Why, gonna spank me?’ Finally a week later, neither of the boys could take it anymore and Nic was the first one to break.
‘Dude, are you up? I need to talk to you,’ the text notification chirped from Derek’s phone, who was still awake and lying in bed, preoccupied with his own thoughts of bondage and domination.
‘Yeah what’s up?’ he texted back
‘Nah, in person. Can I come over?’
It was late but Derek’s parents were out of town, they would be none the wiser. ‘Sure man, text me when you get here.’ He got up to get a pair of shorts and wait for his friend.
A few moments later they were both back in Derek’s room, speaking in hushed tones.
“It’s Cory. Or the stuff about Cory,” Nic started. “I can’t stop thinking about it.
“Me neither man,” Derek reassured his panicky friend. “I can’t even look at Cory sometimes without thinking about him in those situations…’
“Are we gay?! Am I gay?!” Nic’s voice nearly cracked, puberty be damned.
“Calm down dude, seriously. I don’t think its a gay or straight thing. In like half those stories the guys doing the dominating were straight,” Derek knew this of course because he had gone back to reread some of them on his own time. “It was about the control, the power. Replace any of those guys with a girl and we’d still be into it.” Derek didn’t know this.
Nic sat next to Derek on his bed. “So what do we do? I just want things to get back to the way they were before.”
“I’m not sure they can ever get back to that, bro,” Derek wrapped his arm around Nic’s shoulder. “But, I do think there’s something else we can do…”
The flush of a toilet preceded Cory’s return. “Just follow my lead like we talked. I’ve got a plan,” Derek reassured Nic.
Cory joined them back on the couch in front of the TV, taking the center spot. “Alright, what are we doing?” he asked, taking another drink of beer.
“We do another round of Smash Bros, but we make it interesting this time - we make it a drinking game,” Derek responded.
“Guys, I dunno...I wouldn’t wanna give you alcohol poisoning,” Cory smirked.
“Haha...no, instead of the loser drinking, the winner does. Everytime you win a round, you drink,” Derek explained. They had played drinking games before, mostly when watching bad movies together, but never against each other like this. That could quickly put Cory at a distinct disadvantage.
“You guys saying the only way you can beat me is if you get me drunk?”
“Why, you not good enough to do it a little tipsy?” Nic taunted from Cory’s other side.
Cory narrowed his eyes at Derek. “Let’s do this.”
By the end of the third match, Cory was halfway through his can while Nic and Derek had barely started on their first. By the end of the eighth match, Cory had started on his third beer and Nic and Derek had only just opened their second.
“You guys suuuuuuuuuck,” Cory taunted, the alcohol causing him to draw out his words just a little too much. “Oh fuck,” he stood suddenly,” I have to pee again.”
Nic waited until the door closed before turning to Derek. “Man, I don’t think we should let him drink much more. He’s gonna get sick.”
“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, this is going better than I hoped. Time to cinch this,” Derek reassured him once more before Cory rejoined them.
After losing the next round in a rather spectacular display of inebriated coordination, Derek put forward the next step of his plan. “Alright, wow. I think we can say the playing field has been sufficiently leveled.” Cory narrowed his eyes as he took a non-mandated sip of his beer. “No more drinking game for you. Let’s switch to something else.”
“Like what?”
“Strip Poker. Or, Strip Smash Bros., I guess,” Nic spat out his drink at hearing Derek’s suggestion. After giving his choking friend a strange look, he continued. “Since you are sufficiently drunk now, ‘normal’ rules: You lose a match, you lose a piece of clothing.”
Nic had moved to the kitchen to finish his beer induced coughing fit, though it was not him that Derek was worried about accepting. He watched as Cory pondered the suggestion for a moment, the alcohol lubricated gears turning in his head.
“I’m in.”
As Derek suspected, it didn’t take much. “Dude, you finished choking so we can get back to playing? You that scared of someone seeing your dick?” Derek shouted towards the kitchen, Nic shooting him a glare as he walked back to the sofa, tossing the beer soaked shirt at his face. “Well crap, if you were gonna take it off for free I wouldn’t have gotten the beer.”
“Just shut up and play,” Nic grumbled as he grabbed his controller.
As the night wore on and the beer cans were empties, the clothing started coming off. A few rounds in and Cory was only in his jeans and underwear, while Derek had only lost his socks, and Nic was still only missing his shirt.
“Nooooo not again,” Cory groaned as he lost his 4th match in a row. “Guys, come on, you don’t want to see me in my underwear, do you?”
“Lose em bud,” Derek ordered, arms crossed over his chest. Nic looked at him expectedly.
With a dramatic sigh, Cory undid the button and zipper on his jeans. Then shoving them down to his ankles, he stood in front of his best friends, arms stretched out in classic, sarcastic “ta-da!” fashion. “Happy? Weirdooohhhshit!” Cory tripped over the jeans bunched up at his ankles, toppling unceremoniously to the floor.
Cory angrily took the jeans off from around his feet as Nic and Derek laughed from the couch. “You doing okay there Cor?”
“Just shut up and play.”
Luck was still not with Cory as he proceeded to lose yet another match, this time to Nic. Derek removed his shirt, and looked at Cory for his turn.
“But I’ll be naked,” he protested.
“Yeah. That’s what the “strip” stands for. Lose 'em!” Derek ordered.
Cory stood still for a moment. He briefly considered grabbing his jeans and making a run for it. Then he remembered he was currently only in a pair of white briefs. Eventually and reluctantly, Cory quickly shucked off his underwear, dropping to sit on the floor and cover his cock and balls with his hands.
“There. You win. Can I put my clothes back on now?” he asked.
Derek smiled and took another swig of beer. “Who said we were done?”
“But I don’t have anymore clothes to take off,” Cory reasoned.
“Guess me and Derek will have to think of something for you to do when you lose again,” Nic chimed in, finally catching on to the plan.
“Like what?”
“I dunno. What about some of the things those leather daddies you like watching so much have their boys do?” Derek deadpanned, looking Cory right in the face.
Cory was sure he didn’t hear that correctly. No way. No. “Wha-what are you talking about dude?” Fuck. How did they find out? They didn’t find out. Did they? Fuck.
“That was your laptop you left at my place, right? The one with all the videos of guys in bondage and leather, the one with all the stories about boys like you being tied up and spanked? Pretty kinky stuff man.” Derek continued.
“I…”
“Cory,” Nic put his hand on Cory’s shoulder. “He’s just fucking with you. It’s okay man. We don’t care, really.”
“Quite the opposite. We think this could be a great thing. For all of us,” Derek put his hand on the opposite shoulder.
“Wha...what are you guys talking about?” Between the alcohol and having his best friends reveal they knew one of his deepest secrets, Cory’s head was spinning. “How did you even…”
“Reopened a few too many browser windows when we were working on the history project. Sorry about that,” Derek explained. “But as I was saying, there’s nothing to worry about. You’re still our friend, our brother. If anything this opens up new stuff for us.”
“What do you mean ‘new stuff?’” Cory, red faced and on the floor still didn’t quite understand what was going on.
“I think you know exactly what we mean Cory. Nic and I have been talking about it since that night. Let’s just say what this is. You’re not just gay: you’re also submissive. You like the idea of a guy telling you what to do, throwing you around, right?” Derek and Nic were circling their prey and Derek was going in for the kill.
“I-I don’t know...I’ve ever done anything with...a-anyone. Looked at porn like everyone else, then I read a few stories…” Cory was unable to meet either of their gazes and was trying to burn a hole in the cabin’s rug with his mind. “I don’t know what I like.”
“Then why don’t you let us help you figure it out?” Nic offered.
Cory’s head shot up. “W-what the hell are you talking about?”
Now it was Derek’s turn. “Well...you’re gay, and as far as you know, you like being ordered around, to do stuff sexually to other guys. Last time I checked, Nic here and I both really liked blowjobs, and it’s not like we’d get to try any of this stuff with our girlfriends. You get to lose your virginity and get in some practice before college, we get our dicks sucked, everyone wins.”
“Isn’t that kinda...gay though?” Cory reasoned.
“If you think either of us are gonna reciprocate for you you’ve had more beer than I realized,” Nic answered stonefaced.
“But I think we both know that’s how you want it,” Derek added. “So what’s it gonna be Cory? You in?”
Cory sat in silence on the floor, contemplating his situation. He was feeling about a million things at once. The alcohol was making his head feel fuzzy and he was starting to sweat. He was scared that his secret was out, but at the same time relieved to not have to hide it from them. He was angry at his friends for having gone through his computer, but also at himself for stupidly lending his laptop without thinking to clear his history first. But even more than any of those things, he was horny. Neither of them could tell, but half the reason he was still holding his cock in his hands was to hide the erection he that had been steadily growing. How many times had he imagined something like this happening? Maybe not with his best friends (that he would admit to), but Cory had jerked off while imagining this exact scenario, countless times. A strong, hot, dominant guy dominating him and taking what he wanted. And now he had not just one, but two guys wanting that. Maybe it was the beer talking, maybe he would regret this later, but right then Cory could only say one thing.
“Okay. Yes. I’ll do it.”
“Yes sir,” Derek’s correction surprised him for a moment.
“Yes, sir,” Cory tried again.
“Good boy.” Derek smiled as he turned to Nic. “So who gets the first blowjob?”
“Rock, paper, scissors?” Nic suggested.
“Let’s go.”
Cory couldn’t believe his two friends were deciding which dick he would suck first with rock-paper-scissors. Like he wasn’t sitting on the floor naked in front of them.
Actually, this seems exactly like something they'd do.
His cock was hard as a rock.
“Ha! I win!” Derek exclaimed gleefully. He spread his legs wide on the couch and patted his space between his thighs, smirking cockily. “Why don’t you get comfortable down there, boy?”
Hesitating for a moment, Cory walked on his knees towards Derek, hands still attempting to conceal his very obvious erection. Once he was seated he looked up for instruction.
“Unzip me,” was the first order.
Reluctantly moving his hands from his crotch, Cory reached slowly towards Derek’s zipper. Any moment now he was sure both of these guys were gonna jump up and say this whole thing was a prank.
“Well, looks like you were right that he’d be into this, D,” Nic chuckled at Cory’s hard cock.
Cory’s face - and body - burned red with embarrassment at Nic’s joke and he hesitated in reaching for Derek’s zipper.
“Hey,” Derek was gently holding his wrist, not allowing him to pull it away. “It’s okay, Cor. He’s just messing with you like always. We know you like this stuff. That’s why we’re doing this.” With a gentle smile on his face and Cory’s wrist still in his hand, he drew Cory’s hand up his thigh, until it rested on his half-hard cock bulging through his jeans.
Cory was breathing heavily, eyes glued to the mound his hand was touching. He gave a tentative squeeze, feeling Derek thrust involuntarily. Growing bolder, he gripped it a little more confidently, stroking his hand up and down the length through the fabric.
Derek continued to smile down at him. “Good boy. Now, unzip me,” he repeated his earlier instruction.
With a bit more confidence, Cory released Derek’s cock and moved to his zipper. After a little fumbling with the button, he managed to open the fly and get the zipper down. Derek was wearing a pair of green boxer briefs, his cock producing a sizeable bulge in the center. Cory once again grabbed and stroked it through the fabric, seeing a small wet spot form as it leaked some precum.
“Now, pull my cock out of my boxers,” Derek continued his instructions.
“Yes sir,” the words were out of Cory's mouth without thinking about it. Swallowing down his nervousness, he reached for the waistband of the boxers with one hand and pulled them down. With his free hand, he reached in and grabbed the first cock he had ever touched aside from his own.
It was warm. Like REALLY warm. And fuck, it was big. Cory figured he was pretty average, nothing to be upset about, but holy crap this was bigger than he was for sure. He tucked the waistband underneath Derek’s big, hairy balls before giving them a grope and a squeeze too, causing Derek to inhale sharply.
“Shit, careful. My nuts are sensitive as hell,” He warned. “Ball play always gets me going. Don’t worry boy, we are gonna teach you exactly what we like.”
Cory could only nod, transfixed by the cock in his hands. Derek was content to let him play with it for now, slowly stroking it up and down. He definitely owed his brother for that beer after this. After enough stroking, another bead of precum began to gather on his cockhead, and Derek saw an opportunity to move the training along.
“Now, Cor,” He started. “I want you to put my cock in your mouth. Just the head, as much as you can.” He made sure his tone was gentle. He’d been imagining what it would be like to train Cory to suck his cock all week.
Cory’s mouth had never felt drier, but he was still so fucking horny. Grabbing the cock firmly in his hand. He pointed it towards his face, and lowered his mouth.
Derek hissed as the warm mouth enveloped his cock head. “Good boy,” he rubbed Cory’s head like you would a pet. “Now, move your tongue around. Get a feel and a taste for my cock in your mouth.” He leaned his head back and enjoyed the sensations of a tongue on his cock. It had been a while since he had gotten a girl to do this.
Cory was having as much fun as Derek. As the first bit of precum hit his tongue, he moaned around the cock in his mouth. The taste was unexpected but knowing what it was just drove him to want more. He sucked gently as he swirled his tongue around, hearing the words of encouragement coming from above him. Inhaling through his nose, Derek’s musk filled his senses. Holy fuck this smells amazing. Why hadn’t he done this sooner? He moaned again, feeling Derek’s hands on his head as he sucked.
“Okay, now try to take more, as much as you can before you start to gag. Then pull back, and do it again.” This was more instruction then Derek had ever given to any of the girls he'd fucked, but they were also pretty bad at it, so maybe he should start.
Cory complied as best as he could, managing to take about half of Derek’s cock in before he pulled off suddenly, coughing.
“Heh, gotta go slower then that at first,” Derek pet his head again.”Don’t worry, we’ll get that gag reflex trained right out of you.”
“Hey, starting to feel a little left out over here,” Nic said impatiently from his spot on the couch.
“He’s only got one mouth, Nic.”
“Yeah but he’s got two hands, D.”
“Dude, fine, whatever, just quit ruining my blowjob.”
With a gleeful snicker Nic quickly undid his own pants, scooting down the couch to sit right next to Derek, thighs touching. Derek sent him another withering look before turning his attention back to Cory.
With one of his hands Cory fumbled along Derek’s thigh until he found Nic’s. Not one for patience, Nic moved the hand directly to his cock, already pulled out of his underwear. Cory groaned a little as he felt the heat in his hand.
Cory continued to practice swallowing down Derek’s cock while simultaneously attempting to stroke Nic’s. Luckily for him, neither of these boys had all that much experience and seemed pretty happy with the job he was doing so far. He was still gagging occasionally, but able to take much more dick then when he started. Derek’s hand hadn’t left his hair, never quite pushing him down but letting him feel its presence. Unable to see past the crotch in his face he could only assume he was doing alright with Nic from the lack of complaints.
“Alright, time to switch, my dick is starting to get chaffed,” Nic said with perfect timing as always.
Derek let out a groan. “Fiiiiiiine. Just stop whining.” He looked down at Cory, who looked back with a dick in his mouth. “Move over to him now boy, and keep using your hand on me.”
“Yeththir,” Cory spoke with his mouth still full, before releasing Derek’s cock and shuffling over to Nic, and looking up at him expectantly.
Nic gave him a cocky smile and leaned back, hands behind his head. “Get to it boy,” he nodded towards his cock.
“Yessir,” was Cory’s reply before taking the second cock of the night - and his life - into his mouth.
Now that he knew some of what he was doing, it was easier this time around. He bobbed up and down on the first few inches, wrapping his hand around the part he couldn’t reach without gagging. Without needing to be told, he took his remaining free hand and moved towards Derek’s crotch with some assistance.
Still buzzed from the beer, Cory seemed to almost zone out as he sucked and jerked his friends. If they were talking to him, he wasn’t hearing it. The scents surrounding him only served to intoxicate him further, pushing any other thoughts and the rest of the world away. Nic smelled and tasted different than Derek. With both being athletic teenage boys there were some similarities, but Nic tasted just a little saltier, or at least not as sweet as Derek. Maybe it’s their diet.
“Wow, he’s really into this,” Derek mused, watching Cory swallowing down Nic’s cock. “He’s a natural.”
“Ehn, he’s doing alright,” Nic, ever the impatient one, was ready to move things along. “Time to really kick start his training, don’t you think?”
Derek gave a puzzled look as Nic placed one hand on the back of Cory’s head, and then pushed down. Not expecting the sudden manual guidance, Cory gagged as the cock hit the back of his throat and pulled off coughing. Nic chuckled as he regained his composure.
“Sorry about that Cor, just trying to help,” Cory shot him a glare. “Hey, watch it, boy. Back on your knees,” his tone was ominous, almost daring him to say no.
“Yes sir. Sorry,” Cory apologized and moved back to his spot between Nic’s legs. He didn’t want this to stop either.
“Okay. I want you to try to take as much of my cock as you can and hold it,” as Nic spoke he placed his hand back on Cory’s head. “We start with just a few seconds and then have you go longer, and longer. We’ll have you swallowing our cocks in no time, Cor.”
Cory looked at Nic annoyed, cock still lodged in his mouth.
“Let’s go boy,” and with a push his head was lowered further. Cory went as far as he could go before stopping, feeling the head of Nic’s cock tickling the back of his throat.
“Alright Cor, I’ve trained tons of girls to deep throat my cock. I gotchu,” Nic lied a little, it was maybe 2, but that was still more experience than Cory had. “Breath through your nose and try to keep your throat relaxed.”
‘Easy for you to say,’ was Cory’s final thought before having his throat stretched around a dick for the first time. It was fine at first, Cory almost hadn’t realized anything had happened. He felt the cock in his throat alright but it was just pressure.
The he tried to swallow.
As Cory coughed and hacked his lungs up on the floor, Nic could only look down on him and sigh. “I told you not to swallow.”
“*cough cough* No you-*cough* didn’t!” Cory choked out.
“Oh. Well I meant to. Don’t swallow. You’re not at that skill level yet,” he spoke as though this was very obvious information that Cory should have known.
With another glare Cory resumed his position in front of Nic. Nic was very tempted to point out he did so without being asked, but he bit his tongue. Instead, he put his hand back on Cory’s head and guided him back to the now spit-slick cock.
Cory faired better this time around, and was soon able to take just over half of Nic’s dick without gagging. He learned to time his breathing, zoning out as he methodically bobbed up and down, the smells and tastes once again clouding his senses.
“Fuck, see? He is a natural,” Derek said from his spot on the couch, transfixed by the scene next to him.
“Oh yeah, you definitely pegged him for this,” Nic agreed with a sigh. Cory seemed to not hear any of them, content to continue swallowing down more dick.
The longer Cory sucked, the more attuned to the tastes of his friend he became. Nic was steadily leaking precum directly onto his tongue and into his throat everytime his dick passed through, and the thought was causing Cory to subconsciously salivate more, some escaping around his lips and down Nic’s cock as he would pull back. Cory either didn’t notice or didn’t care, content to continue doing this all night…
Which is why the second hand on his head, suddenly forcing him all the way down was more than a little surprising. As was the way Nic’s cock seemed to grow thicker for a moment, before he began shooting his load directly into Cory’s throat. After only two spurts, Cory pulled back violently, once again hacking and coughing into the floor. A single shot landed on Cory’s face as he fell while Nic’s remaining load spilled out onto his thigh.
Cory again galred up at Nic, who was cracking himself up on the couch at Cory’s reaction, dick still in hand. Derek attempted to maintain his composure but was unable to stop a few snorts escaping over Cory’s predicament.
“Sorry Cor! Shoulda warned you I was about to shoot, but I didn’t want you chickening out and pulling back!” Nic explained through laughs. “A good cocksucker is supposed to swallow, especially the loads of hot straight studs like me.” He flashed his teeth in a cocky smile.
Cory continued to glare, looking for his discarded shirt to wipe his face up with. He coughed a few more times, each time tasting a little more of Nic’s load as it exited his airway, swallowing it back down without thinking about it. Now that he wasn’t choking to death, he didn’t mind the taste. But Nic didn’t have to be such a dick about it.
“Come here boy,” Derek patted his thigh. “I’ll treat you better than that dumb asshole.” He wiggled his hard cock with his other hand.
With one final glare, Cory moved back over to Derek. He liked him better, he decided. And to prove that, he lowered his mouth to Derek’s cock without being told and began repeating the skills he had just finished practicing on Nic.
Derek was thicker than Nic, so finding the right rhythm took a little while. Cory could feel his throat being stretched further then before as he gave his first few experimental test bobs. Once he had it set though, he felt confident in his skills. Partly because he wanted to show Derek thanks for his relative kindness, largely because he wanted to stick it to Nic, and entirely because of the alcohol, Cory decided to try a few things. Just with his hands, for now, he began to run them up and down Derek's thighs gently. He began to brush one hand against his balls in time with the bobbing of his head, eliciting a gentle sigh from Derek’s mouth. He gripped onto the warm sack a little more firmly, and allowed his remaining free hand to roam higher, against Derek’s stomach and chest.
“Shit, I didn’t get that kind of treatment,” Nic whined.
“Well I’m not an asshole,” Derek replied without ever looking up. Cory’s eyes were closed, either in concentration or because he had once again zoned out, but either way, he looked almost peaceful. Happy, even. Derek could feel his own load building up, nearly ready to rise to the surface.
Not wanting to repeat Nic’s behavior, Derek spoke up as he got closer. “I’m getting close, Cor. I want you to swallow my load, okay?” Cory opened his eyes and looked up as he continued to suck. “I’m gonna pull back so most of it lands in your mouth, but you’re gonna need to swallow fast - I cum a lot.”
Cory nodded as he continued to suck, now determined to see this through to the finish. The weighty sack in his hand felt almost larger than it did before. Cory could easily believe that Derek shot massive loads, and he was about to find out first-hand first-mouth.
“Fuuuuck boy, here it comes,” Derek gripped his cock as it slid most of the way out of Cory’s mouth, whose lips were still clamped tightly around it. Grabbing his cock, he jerked himself steadily, unloading directly into Cory’s mouth.
Cory felt the first few spurts land on his tongue, his mouth immediately filled with the salty and musty taste of cum for the second time that evening. It wasn’t as salty as Nic’s, maybe even a little sweeter if you could call it that. He didn’t exactly have a lot to compare to. He did have a mouth that was filling up quickly though, so he swallowed down what he could as Derek continued to squeeze out every last drop with his hand.
With a deep breath, Derek let his hand fall to his side. “Suck out any last drops and then swallow, Cor,” he ordered.
Cory did as he was asked, and after emptying his mouth looked up at his friends. “Yes sir. Thank you, sir?” That last part came out like a question.
“Fast learner,” Nic announced.
“Told you. A natural. Practically born for this,” Derek said, looking down at Cory with a hungry gaze. Cory looked back, a little afraid and very turned on. “And the weekend is just getting started.”
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