Three Pointer
Chapter Two: "On Your Knees"
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The basketball captain found himself wanting to poke his tongue out, but felt too mature to go through with the action, choosing instead to grin. As he let Marty's boxer briefs snap back against the boy, Marty glared down at him. Something that only amused TJ further as the loser attempted to act tough, and failed miserably.
"God I hate you, jerk. You know I'm the fastest running in school, right?" Marty growled, trying to keep some pride but was ignored. His fingers hooked around the band and slipped the fabric off his body, kicking them aside and allowing the other teen to 'admire' his cock.
TJ smirked as his immature side decided to come out and with a cheeky grin on his face, he reached out and gave Marty's cock a little pat. "Poor little guy, stuck on a loser like this. Unable to come out and play with anything other then your master's dirty hand."
"I can't imagine how sad yours is." Marty bit, realising he was starting to sound like Buffy and shuddered.
Rolling his eyes, TJ reached down and felt himself up.
The raging hard cock was obvious through his sweatpants, bulging out and giving Marty a good view of how big he really was.
"Oh mine is happy, because it doesn't have to be yours. Since at least mine has a chance of sliding into that Buffy chick." TJ smirked, knowing that he would be pushing the other boy's buttons. "Maybe I should bend her over during one of our training sessions and give her what she wants, since you know… you can't."
Marty's eyes widened in silent rage. His hand shot out and roughly gripped a tuft of the jock's hair, aiming the 'pretty-boy's' mouth at his cock. "Just shut up already!"
"Bout time you actually did something." TJ simply smirked at the other boy, as he opened his mouth and took the head of the runner's cock into his mouth before lightly biting down on it.
Marty yelped, pulling TJ off and grabbing his pained cock instead. "Ow! What the FUCK!?"
As Marty looked at his palm to make sure there was no blood, TJ rolled his eyes. "Stop being a bloody pussy."
"You want me to bite yours?"
Smirking in amusement from the boy's retort, TJ reached out and slapped Marty's hand away. He might have wanted it to be his Muffin, but this loser would have to do. With the teen taking ahold of Marty's smaller five inch cock and giving it a few gentle strokes. He grinned, noticing that the boy was already starting to leak pre-cum without him even having to suck it. Meanwhile, as TJ continued to lightly stroke and tease Marty's cock, an individual slowly was walking towards the storage room while fingering a bracelet. Stopping in front of the room, they reached out and started turning the handle and pushing the door open.
All the individual could do was gasp and hope not to be noticed.
TJ swatted away Marty's hand and smirked at the nervous boy he had just bitten. He hand started along the thin shaft, taking pride in the fact that Marty was already pumping pre-cum before he had even touched it. A chuckle escaped his lips, thinking that the younger boy would blow a load just from TJ's light breathing on his cock.
"Holy c-" The individual watching from a small crack in the doorway whispered to themselves.
They were completely shocked at what they were watching Marty and TJ doing inside of the storage room. If this got out then no one would ever be able to look at either of them the same way. Through they had to give it up to both of them, they had what looked like some really impressive lengths on them from the occasional looks they received. Along with TJ having a incredibly good looking butt even if covered in the fabric of his pants. Something that they wouldn't be forgetting in the future when they secretly checked out the occasionally scary basketball to the person watching them, TJ ran his tongue up the length of Marty's shaven cock. Not that he would say anything, but it didn't taste half bad for loser. Hearing the boy's moans brought a smirk to his handsome face, knowing it would be annoying.
TJ's tongue travelled up and licked the ridge of Marty's cock, tasting the sweet-saltiness. The glans throbbed, flashing a shade of red before softening back to pink.
He couldn't help but find the dorky teens cock and ass adorable, being pale and white while the rest of his tight body was a soft tan. It perfectly captured his hot abs and developing pecs.
The runner was trying hard not to let his knees buckle from the pleasure.
"W-what are you so happy about? I've made guys moan way faster!" The younger teen squeaked, not hearing his own words until after.
TJ simply smirked until it grew more annoying for Marty.
"T-That's not what I meant!" Marty growled, wanting to scream. Unaware of their watching, biting back their own smirk and giggle at what Marty had said.
"I'm sure it's not, you cock sucking dork." TJ teased, his smirk not disappearing much to the frustration of the track athlete.
Marty wanted so badly to take a swing at TJ, but knew even in that position he would be the one on his ass by the end of it. "Says the one who's about to suck a LONG, THICK dick? If anyone is a loser here it's yo-"
The look TJ shot was enough to shut the boy up.
"Well, if you can point out the long thick dick that isn't my own then sure, but all I can see is one smaller than a pin with a connected set of marbles."
Marty growled, finding himself wondering why the argument was so reminiscent of those he shared with Buffy, only with more or less sexual tension. The runner not willing to admit to himself that his inner thoughts of submitting to the dominance of TJ Kippen being more appealing than being third-in-line in a relationship with Buffy before herself and the Good Hair Crew.
TJ rolled his eyes and returned to teasing the runner's cock. As he licked along the shaft, a drop of pre-cum smeared onto his face and hoodie. "Seriously fucktard, your gunk just ruined my good hoodie. You're paying for a new one." He growled, wiping away the clear juice and rubbing it off on Marty's leg.
"Just wash it. Like you do with the rest of your clothing that you spunk into." Marty replied, fighting back a moan from TJ's tongue.
"At least I can shoot... a load big enough to stain, loser." TJ smirked, before taking one of Marty's balls into his mouth to see how loud the boy would get. The watcher found themselves wondering how big of a load TJ could actually shoot and if they were going to get to witness it.
"F-fuck!" Marty grunted, as TJ's teeth lightly grazed against his balls.
TJ sucked on the orb until the slightly salty and sweaty taste from a long day inside of the boy's underwear, stopped before switching to the other and swirled his tongue around the sensitive skin. His smirk grew wider as Marty became unable to hold back the cute grunts and moans as TJ pleasured his balls. While his mouth was busy making Marty moan and tremble, TJ's hand moved around to feel up and massage the runner's soft bubble butt. From the doorway, the watcher found themselves wishing that TJ hadn't pushed Marty up against the wall, so they could see the ass that the basketballer was feeling up.
Pulling off of the athlete's balls, TJ couldn't help but reply to Marty's grunt of pleasure. "We will get to that, loser. So try and hold on before you ruin by hoodie with more of your gunk."
Marty groaned externally while moaning internally at the thought of getting used like a fleshlight by the older boy, despite wanting to feel the basketballer's ass tightening around his cock.
"That's a good loser. So fucking easy." TJ rolled his eyes and licked the precum from Marty's slit. Instantly he spat the pre onto the floor in disgust. "God, it even tastes like gunk! Fuck you're a loser."
Marty growled, "Better get used to it. You're going to be tasting it when you suck my massive cock."
TJ grunted and flashed an arrogant smirk. "Yeah, just don't expect to cum in my mouth, if you can even shoot."
"Why the fuck not? And of course I can shoot!" Marty blushed.
"Because I'm not swallowing some fucking loser's gunk! Now shut the fuck up before I give you something to cry about." The older boy threatened, getting irritated by Marty's voice now. He found himself picturing the moment with Cyrus there instead, and how he would happily be bobbing along his Muffin's cock by then, or his cock sliding between those perfect ass cheeks and hearing Cyrus' moans. "You're just lucky I even TOUCH your tiny pencil dick."
The teen swallowed his pride before swallowing the head of the whiny boy's cock, instantly being greeted by the overly salty taste that made him want to puke.
"Oh f-fuck…" Marty moaned, unable to hold it back any longer.
Which was something their watcher was struggling with as well as they watched Marty getting BLOWN by TJ Kippen. They even had to use their bracelet to flick themselves to make sure that they were actually seeing what they were. Still unaware of the fact he was being watched, TJ slowly took more of the thin cock into his mouth, trying not to show weakness and gag the further down he managed. Soon his nose was pressed up against Marty's pubic stubble.
The runner watched in awe as his cock was seemingly effortlessly taken to the back of TJ Kippen's throat. He found himself wondering how someone like TJ had gotten so good at doing this. A groan escaped his shaking lips, "W-whoa… Fuck! Your mouth is sooo warm…"
TJ ignored the comment and took the now saliva coated dick out. "It's so small it's easy to suck this thing."
Marty blushed at the boy's grunted comment before watching as TJ took the head in again and began to bob along the thin shaft. TJ's tongue teased the shaft and made the younger boy moan his name, bringing a smirk to his lips. The watcher was having their own issues as they listened to the sounds of Marty's moans joining the visuals of TJ Kippen bobbing on a cock. They wouldn't have ever imagined that these two together would be so hot together.
"Ngh! Oh god… dude, i'm gonna…" Marty groaned, the runner grabbing the back of TJ's head and trying to keep the basketballer's mouth wrapped around his ready-to-fire cock.
TJ growled from the feeling of Marty attempting to hold him in place and very lightly bit down on Marty's cock to make the boy yelp enough to release his hold and show the boy who was in charge here. Marty blushed and let go quickly, as he realised why TJ had done it, before returning to releasing needy moans as TJ's talented mouth returned to trying to milk the cum out of him.
Marty felt himself reaching his limit and tried to keep his hands off TJ as he shouted "TJ! O-oh fuck-! I'M C-CUMMING!"
The older boy quickly pulled away, but not without tasting a drop on his tongue and having Marty's load shoot over his shoulder and on his hoodie. A few short spurts was all the boy could manage, and TJ enjoyed being right about the load. The watcher had to stop themselves from barging in there and get a taste of Marty's load, even if it had landed on TJ's hoodie.
"You got more gunk on my hoodie, fucktard!"
Marty gulped as TJ snapped, forcing the boy back against the wall as his other hand fished around for Marty's wallet and managed to remove a twenty dollar bill. "Thanks for the twenty, loser. But before you get any stupid ideas, I'll expect the money for my fucking hoodie by the end of the week"
"H-hey! You can't just take my money, dude!" Marty attempted.
"Who's going to stop me, loser? Your pin cock?" TJ smirked, fingering the twenty dollar note.
The runner grunted, knowing he would earn back more than that from a few hours of work in the boys toilets by the High School oval. "Whatever. I'm still going to fuck your ass before I leave here, you know that?"
TJ snorted. "Excuse me? You have better chances of getting on the team then you do of ever fucking me or anyone."
"I could fuck anyone I like and Why the fuck CAN'T I be on the team?" Marty growled.
"Because you fucking suck!"
"Less than you." Marty retorted.
TJ thought quickly on how to put things back in his control. "A lame come back from a small dick'd loser won't get you anywhere. But if you WANT to make the team, then you have to do what I want."
"Fine! What do I have to do?" Marty questioned. The watcher found themselves wishing that it would involve Marty bending over for TJ to slide into.
"Well loser, first of all you better start sucking my huge cock. Or maybe I should just feed it to that Buffy chick, get her hooked on a GOOD cock." The arrogant teen teased and nodded to the bulge in his sweats, fingering the waistband.
"Buffy wouldn't anything to do with you." Marty growled.
"Are you sure? It seems she would do ANYTHING to get the ball past to her and i'm sure she would look good, butt naked on her knees sucking away on my cock. A real man's cock, unlike THIS." TJ replied, reaching out and giving Marty's still sensitive cock a firm squeeze and tug.
The boy flinched from the rough treatment.
"I wonder what Cyrus would think about how small you are. Bet he's bigger than your baby dick and better at sucking than you are, dork." The older teen teased, no longer bothering hiding his desire for Cyrus now that Marty was doing as he was told, and not the other way around. The watcher couldn't help but want to strangle TJ for suggesting that.
"You won't know, Cyrus is better than you..." Marty bit.
The growl from TJ had Marty shutting up quickly.
"For that you can hurry the fuck up. Get on your knees, bitch, or you're not getting on the team EVER." TJ growled, as he roughly gripped the runner's shoulder and forced him down.
Now on his knees, the naked track athlete watched as TJ grabbed onto the bottom of his t-shirt and hoodie, pulling off the pair in a single motion. Both Marty and the watcher found themselves taking in every inch of the now revealed chest, each feeling themselves licking their lips slightly. After enjoying the view of TJ's chest much to the amusement of the other boy, Marty slowly moved towards TJ. Gulping nervously as he reached out and began to fiddle with the tie on TJ's sweats.
"Seriously, you're such an idiot that you can't even undo pants?" TJ smirked, slapping Marty's hand away and undoing his own pants and letting them drop down to the floor of the storage room.
The watcher and Marty both felt their mouths dropping and their eyes bulging at the bulge in TJ's blue boxer briefs. TJ smirked when he saw the look on Marty's face and reached down to cup his own crotch, rubbing it slightly to torture the other boy. Unable to stop his internal urge to see the basketballer's cock, Marty reached up and fingered the waistband of TJ's underwear. Raising an eyebrow, TJ didn't stop the other boy from lowering his underwear but smirked in amusement at the outcome.
His cock popped out and slapped Marty, due to the boy's closeness.
"Seems even my cock knows how to handle a loser like you." TJ smirked.
Marty didn't know what washer over him, but the runner's hands were moving on their own and wrapping around the thick shaft. While he wanted to growl, Marty couldn't pull his eyes away from the size of TJ's cock, nor could their watcher.
Glancing up, he noticed the smug look on the Basketball Captains face.
But Marty couldn't care less about that now, with the thick cock he was craving filling both hands and throbbing so hard just from the attention. The fat head of TJ's prick was almost purple with how hard the jock was. No doubt his raging hardon from groping Cyrus in the halls earlier.
TJ groaned softly as the pair of slim hands worked their way around his shaft, not willing to give in and admit he was taking any pleasure from a dork like Marty.
In the end, however, a handjob was a handjob; and it wasn't like he hadn't gotten a good few glimpses of Marty's fine, perky ass in the gym showers. So many times in that room TJ had seen a soft looking ass, or another boy whose body was tightening up nicely with a pair of abs coming in. All of them had his cock growing harder on the way to his personal stalls, where the jock would take an hour to jerk off as he imagined using their sexy bodies. Often, however, it was the body of that young dorky Jewish boy that he would be thinking about when the thick ropes of cu, finally shot out and coated the shower wall, quickly to be washed away by the streamy water.
"Gosh Teej you're thick…"
The jock bit his lip and rolled his eyes a little. "No fucking duh, you dork… wait till it fills your slut ass,"