The Compromise - Part 2

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Part 2 of... Who knows? I'll try to write the whole thing within a few days, though. 

It was sliding between my ass cheeks. Even though we were both covered, I could feel it. His lengthy pole was digging into me, and each gentle stroke made my own one swell.

"I have homework" I lied, because I'd done it all in school.

"So do I" he whispered, "we can worry about that once I've finished".

I opened my mouth to scold him. He couldn't just treat me like this! Not in my own fucking bedroom! But when I considered which cutting words to use, I realised something.

His cock continued to toy with the cheeks of my butt. He was dry humping me, and as uncomfortable as that should have been, I had never been so turned on in all my life.

I almost shook my head. Suddenly the idea of telling Devon Lawlor to stop, sounded absurd to me. Why on earth would I tell the hottest, sexiest, fittest fucking student on the planet to stop rubbing his cock against me?!

The years of bullying seeped from me as his head hung over my shoulder and the back of my pants rolled down my admittedly plump backside.

"If you tell a single person about this" he grunted, pleasuring himself as his fingers pried at my ass cheek, "I'll beat the fuck outta' you, got it?"

I didn't answer him. As if I was going to tell anybody about it. Like, hey mom, guess what Devon and I got up to in my... Our bedroom?!

I heard the sound of his cock slapping against his own groin. I wanted to look. I wanted to see what was about to penetrate me, but his hand wrapped around my neck, and suddenly he controlled even my breathing.

"Play with it" he said, yanking the front of my boxer shorts down, "play with your cock".

I reached for it. It felt like Devon had somehow hypnotised me. He pulled me harder against his body, almost choking me as his exposed cock pressed against my ass.

My prick became slick with pre-cum almost immediately. He watched over my shoulder as I pumped it to life once more. In all my years of playing with myself, it had never felt this good. I probably could have orgasmed right there, but Devon had better plans.

"It's so small" he breathed, as serious as you like. It somewhat ruined the moment, and I turned to glare at him.

He let me go for a moment, and when I prepared to berate him, my eyes fell to the trunk between his muscular thighs. I gawped at it. It reminded me of a particularly fat snake that was rearing up to attack. It curved upwards, ending with a large, pink helmet that was pouring clear fluids from the slit. The veins were like thick branches, and hanging underneath was a wrinkled, drooping sack that contained his two globes. Of course I was small. Every cock on the fucking planet was small in comparison to that.

"Like it?" He smirked, flexing it so that it slapped off his groin again, and fell away leaving strings of pre-cum against his shaved pubic hair.

The ability to speak seemed lost on me. I simply stared as my own four inch cock twitched.

Devon stepped out of his pants, and now I was watching as the naked jock walked around my bedroom with his huge cock swaying. He pulled open my locker and scanned the contents.

"Don't you have anything sexy?" He asked, as though every eighteen year old should have a drawer filled with sexy lingerie for when Devon fucking Lawlor arrived.

"No" I mumbled, unsure whether to dress again or remain naked.

Devon continued searching my room. I watched as he bent over and opened another drawer where I kept my collection of Game of Thrones memorabilia. He closed that one quite quickly.

"Alright" he eventually sighed, and now his gigantic cock had deflated, and still remained twice the size of my erection. "You have the bedroom of a fifty year old virgin".

I scowled.

"Until we can get you something hotter than..." He reached down and picked up my light blue boxer shorts, "this" he scoffed, "you're just gonna' have to go commando".

I choked. "Excuse me?"

He took the boxers to his face and sniffed the crotch, and I couldn't quite believe my eyes.

"What?" He asked seriously, "if you want this cock, you're gonna have to make it worth my while".

"Hang on a minute!" I snapped, "you were the one who–"

"How are you boys getting on in there?" My mom's voice called from outside the door, and I froze.

I scrambled to grab my underwear from Devon, but he stepped back and grinned at me.

"No undies" he whispered, and began to dress.

I stood naked for a moment, my boner dead between my legs as my mom called out again.

"Boys?"

"Just a second, mom!" I groaned, and reluctantly pulled my clothes back on, minus my underwear.

"Oh there you are" she beamed as the two of us stood behind the door, "we're going out for pizza to celebrate, we'd love if you two came along".

I opened my mouth to decline the invitation, but Devon spoke for both of us.

"We'd love to Ms. Evans" he said with a cheesy grin, "Jake was just telling me how excited he is about all of this".

My mom cocked a brow as I clenched my jaw.

"Well that's just wonderful, sweetie" she gasped, and kissed me on the forehead. A moment later she was hurrying back down the stairs.

Devon grabbed me, closed the door and pushed me against it.

"It is wonderful, isn't it, sweetie?" He grinned, pulling my pants out to stare down at my flaccid, exposed cock. "You know, Jake" he sighed contently, "I think you and I are gonna' get on real well".

I pulled away, and shoved myself by him. Everything had happened so fast that I hadn't even had time to be humiliated. He was mocking me. Bullying me, and I was taking it because I was fucking crazy about him.

"Listen" he said, and his voice changed from the cold, devious one he'd used a moment ago. "Maybe I've been a bit of a dick to you over the years".

I sat down at the edge of my bed and stared out the window. Devon walked over and stood next to me.

"You think?" I asked glumly.

He went silent for a moment before standing in my view.

"I'm sorry" he said, and the words sounded so foreign from him that I was sure he'd never said them before.

"It's not an excuse or anything, but it's been tough y'know? Growing up without a mom. I guess I took it out on kids in school".

"You're not the only one without a parent" I growled, and he was right, it wasn't an excuse.

"I know" he replied, and there was a hint of genuine regret in his voice, "so how about we make a real compromise?".

I looked up at him. How the fuck was I supposed to stay mad at someone who was so fucking hot? I shrugged.

"I'll back off in school" he told me, "I'll make sure everyone else does, too".

The idea did sound delightful.

"And in return" he whispered, and I was now looking at his cock for the second time, "you take care of me at home".

He pushed his hips out toward me, and almost instinctively, I reached for it.

"Ah, ah" he hissed, "it's delicate".

I stopped and stared up at him.

"When you suck me, you suck me with your mouth, got it?"

The words lodged in my throat. The dominance in his voice had made me weak with arousal. My cock swelled once again, far more obvious now that I was without my underwear.

Devon took his pole in his hand and straddled my legs. I could smell the scent of teenage hormones from him. It was warm and sharp and made my brain go fuzzy as I felt his moist tip slid across my lips.

"Ah, ah" he said again as I pushed my tongue out to taste him, "you're a toy" he whispered, "and toys only do what I tell them to do".

I returned my tongue into my mouth and sat there as he painted my lips with his warm pre-cum. It poured from him, covering my mouth and drooling down my chin. I wanted nothing more than to take it on my tongue, but I couldn't.

"Keep it like that" he smirked, squeezing another bulb of the stuff onto me, "it'll make your pizza taste even better".

Devon stepped back and shoved his large cock into his pants again. I remained frozen in place until he cocked his head.

"Let's go" he said, "we'll finish this later, and remember, keep it like that".