Two Blowjobs Later
So, things were only completely and entirely awful. But Stiles was doing awesome. He barely even thought about how he had to give the biggest dick in the world-literally and figuratively-a blowjob. Or the mildly disgusting taste of his semen. Or the looks he'd gotten when he sped into a Starbucks bathroom with cum all over his face and fingers. At least it was a lesson to keep napkins in his car. Everything was...completely, totally, insanely non-memorable.
At least until he got a text the next day he went to school. The lunch bell had literally just rang and he was so excited to get a Gatorade to wipe the memory of Jackson's cum from his tastebuds. The text read:
Spawn of Satan: Boys' Locker Room. NOW. (grinning devil emoji)
"Not today Satan, please," Stiles sighed, resting his head inside his locker. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"
Another text.
Spawn of Satan: Hurry the fuck up.
Stiles closed his locker, making his way over to the locker room. A blowjob wasn't the worst thing in the world. Maybe he could just get it over with, go to lunch, and-
"Hey Stiles," Danny called, sitting on a bench next to Jackson in the locker room. Both boys were in their underwear, showcasing their-no, no, no, absolutely not. Stiles wasn't going to ogle them.
"What took you so long?" Jackson asked, standing up.
"Sorry, I had another booty call to take care of befo-" Stiles began sarcastically.
"Shut up," Jackson stood on one side of the bench. "Come sit down."
Danny stood on the opposite side to Jackson. He looked at his friend uncertainly, "Is it..." Danny began. "Is this really cool?"
Stiles sat down, straddling the bench. He looked down because looking up would only leave him with a few options to stare at. Option 1: Jackson and Danny's faces-hard pass. Option 2: Jackson and Danny's ridiculous pecs and biceps-pass. Option 3: Jackson and Danny's ridiculous abs...which were-pass, pass, totally pass. Option 4: The bulges in both of their underwear-definite pass. Though, how long that could be a pass was...better not to think about.
"Yeah, Stiles is totally desperate to suck our dicks," Jackson said with a grin. "Right, Stiles?"
Stiles nodded, still looking at the bench. "Totally, I'd eat dicks for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I could."
"Uh..." Danny began. "Oooookay."
Jackson took off his boxer briefs, revealing the dick that Stiles was...familiar with. Danny took off his boxers, revealing a dick that Stiles could appreciate was pretty long and thin. Maybe his throat wouldn't be sore for a day after this. And not many pubes to worry about.
"We don't have all day, you've got twenty minutes to get us off before the bell rings." Jackson pulled Stiles by his head, the boy opening his mouth instinctively. This was the third blowjob he'd given Jackson since that first day, so it wasn't hard to get straight to it. It took a second to get Jackson's dick wet enough to deepthroat, so he pulled back to spit on it and went in to take half of it down his throat, flicking his tongue along it. Deepthroating and lots of licking seemed to push Jackson to the edge quickly.
"Stiles," Danny said gently. Stiles pulled off of Jackson, raising a hand to jack him off while he turned to Danny. Wrapping his lips around the tip, he licked it a bit to coat it in spit. But Danny pulled his hips back, breathing, "oh, yes."
Reaching around to pull Danny closer and get this over with, Stiles's hand landed on the boy's ass. This earned another gasp. When Stiles wrapped his lips around Danny's tip again, he tasted a bit of precum. Trying something, he swirled his tongue around the head instead of taking it deeper into his mouth and he felt the boy's cock twitch. So, he licked around the tip again, rubbing the other boy's ass. In his other hand, he kept stroking Jackson's dick. Reaching down to play with the spawn of Satan's balls, Stiles started to flick at the slit at the tip of the other boy's dick with his tongue.
"Back over here," Jackson didn't necessarily ask or request this. He mostly grabbed Stiles's head and brought it back to his dick, forcing him down to deepthroat him again. Stiles trailed his hand down Danny's ass.
"Oh fuck yes," Danny moaned. Stiles brought his hand around to grab Danny's dick. He gripped it, stroking it while he shoved Jackson's dick down his throat and curled his tongue around the underside. Then he got an idea. Trailing a finger down the underside of Danny's dick, he brought his fingers to the head. He began to rub the head with his fingers. It was still covered in spit, so it might-"God Stiles that's fucking amazing."
"Yeah, he's pretty slutty so it's natural for him to have tricks." Stiles still had the fingers from his other hand around Jackson's balls. He applied a little pressure and Jackson yelped. "Ow! You fucker!" Jackson put a hand on the back of Stiles's head, forcing him to take his entire dick. Stiles tried to pull away, gagging and sputtering, but Jackson held his head down. When Stiles started choking, Jackson laughed.
"Dude, I don't think he's alright," Danny said worriedly.
"He's fine, he likes it," Jackson said. He took his hand off of Stiles's head, allowing him to come back up for air. While he was heaving and coughing, Jackson asked, "you like choking on dick, don't you?"
Stiles croaked when he tried to speak, but he took the hand he'd been using to massage Jackson's balls away to make a quick thumbs up.
"See?" Jackson said. "He's a total slut. Now put that slutty little mouth to work."
Stiles leaned back in, taking the head of Danny's dick into his mouth. He used his hands on Jackson. His left hand jacked the demonic hellspawn off while his right hand cradled his balls, gently massaging them this time. He continued teasing the head of Danny's dick, drawing moans out of the tall boy. "God, you're good." Stiles knew Danny was just trying to be nice when he put a hand at the top of his head and began to rub it soothingly. And it did feel kind of nice. But it was so intimate, he'd almost rather have Jackson facefucking him.
He would regret thinking that. "You don't need to go easy on him," Jackson announced. Stiles felt a hand at the back of his head. And, unlike Danny's tender pats, it gripped so tightly he felt nails dig into his scalp. "He likes to take it deep." Jackson pushed, sending him straight down Danny's length. Stiles kept jacking the antichrist off and massaging his balls, but he gagged horribly. Danny's dick was a lot longer and thinner, so it went straight down his throat further than Jackson's.
"God, his tongue is like sandpaper," Danny remarked, wincing. It was true. Since he'd mostly been licking the head of Danny's dick, his tongue cradled the boy's dick while it was mostly dry. And a dry tongue...sandpaper was an accurate comparison.
"All good, he just needs to take it deeper," Jackson pushed him down until his nose was in the other boy's pubes. As Stiles gagged, he noticed Jackson was somewhat right. His throat was a lot wetter than his mouth at the moment. And Danny moaned as the warm, wet heat surrounded his cock. Jackson started to pull Stiles up and down, spreading his spit all over Danny's dick. "See? Perfect. Stop treating him like he's your boyfriend and treat him like the whore that's looking to drink your cum."
"Are you okay, Stiles?" Danny groaned, the hand still rubbing the top of Stiles's head.
Jackson pushed Stiles down his friend's dick again, causing the boy to gag. "That means yes."
"Jackson, you're..." Danny moaned loudly when Stiles's throat tightened while he continued gagging. He groaned as Jackson continued fucking Stiles's face with another person's dick. "You're being a dick, Jack."
"Am I?" Jackson asked, still pushing Stiles up and down. "And here I am sharing my new toy with you..." Stiles, tired of his mouth, rubbed the tip of Jackson's cock to collect a little precum. Then he took his finger to Jackson's taint, rubbing at it with that lubed up finger. "Making sure he goes all out," Jackson continued, still moving Stiles's head, "gives you a nice blow-oh fuck yes."
Stiles chuckled internally, using both his hands to stroke Jackson's dick now. "Oh god, it is fucking amazing." Danny stopped rubbing Stiles's head and inhaled sharply. Finally. Stiles took a hand and used it to rub Danny's ass again. Every time Jackson withdrew his head, he started to pull his tongue back to tease Danny's tip again. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...FUCK!"
Jackson pulled Stiles's head back. The demon used his hand to jack Danny off and told Stiles, "lick it like a cockcicle."
Stiles licked at the head of Danny's dick. The boy groaned. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." And he came. Stiles quickly put his lips around the boy's dick and started swallowing. No way was Jackson making him walk around with cum all over his shirt...again. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck." Danny groaned as Stiles milked his load out of him. When he finally stopped shooting his seed down Stiles's throat, the boy switched over to the other dick in front of him. And then he sucked the dick's dick. "God, that was aaaaaaaaaaaaaawesome," Danny moaned.
"Take it deep," Jackson said, grabbing Stiles's head again. He started to fuck the other boy's face, moaning and grunting as Stiles did everything he liked. He took his dick deep down his throat, danced around the shaft with his tongue, massaged his balls, and rubbed his taint. "Fuck yeah, you cocksucking slut." Stiles could tell by the sharp intake of breath and how Jackson's hands tightened on his head until his nails dug into his skin that the boy was going to cum.
He would've like to come back up for air. Or not have Jackson's dick literally down his entire throat when it started shooting out semen. But we don't always get what we hope for. Especially when there's a hand keeping a dick in our mouths.
"Fuck yeah!" Jackson grunted, painting Stiles's throat with his cum. Bright side: It was impossible to taste the cum that he was forced to drink. Silver linings, you know. Jackson's dick twitched like crazy and Stiles could feel every vein on it thanks to how sensitive his throat was. "Fuck yeah," Jackson sighed, pulling Stiles off his dick.
"God yes," Danny groaned, watching the hot sight before him. "He really swallowed it all?"
"He can't help himself," Jackson grinned. He looked down at his dick, absolutely drenched in spit. "Stiles, my favorite fuckbuddy," he began mischievously, "would you mind letting me borrow your shirt to clean off my cock and balls?"
"I can get us a towel out of my locker," Danny suggested.
When he saw the look Jackson sent his way, Stiles knew it wasn't an actual request. He took off his shirt quickly. "It's cool, I don't mind."
"See?" Jackson said. "He doesn't mind." Using the shirt to wipe his dick and balls until they were completely dry, he passed it over to Danny. "I think he has a fetish for it, I told you he loves dick."
Danny used the shirt, standing. He looked in Stiles's eyes alluringly as he slowly rubbed his dick with it, then his balls.
"How was that, Stiles?" Jackson asked tauntingly. "Was it hot?"
Stiles nodded. "Totally."
When Danny tried to pass the shirt back to him, Jackson took it. He used it to wipe the spit that had pooled down Stiles' lips, chin, and throat off. Then he handed it over. Stiles pulled it over his head as the other boys put on their underwear again.
"Um, Stiles," Danny began. "If you ever wanna do this again or anything..."
"Oh, I'm sure he'll be down to choke on your dick whenever you want." Jackson said, looking at Stiles steelily. "As long as he's not busy gagging on mine, he'll be ready any time you text him, won't he?"
Stiles only died inside a little bit when he heard that. But he smiled at Danny. "Sure..." He kept up the smile. "I'd totally be down, you know I'm...a total cocksucker."
"Yes you are, buddy," Jackson laughed, clapping Stiles on the shoulder before he opened his locker. "But you can be so much more," he pulled a box out and tossed it to Stiles. Stiles caught it, examining it to read what it was.
"What's a...douche bulb?" Stiles asked.
Jackson laughed again. "Google it, dude." He said. "Use it tonight and meet me at my place, my parents are out of town."
I tried to continue this story so many times. But the spirit of unseriousness came to me today. It's like a divine muse came down and whispered in my ear: "lick it like a cockcicle, slut" and everything fell into place. I need help, this is vile and deplorable.
