Mikey’s Ass 05

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Chapter 5: Caught

Scott’s eyes had followed us out of the bathroom, and I couldn’t shake it. Even sitting on the couch with Mikey just watching TV and playing on our phones that night, my chest felt tight, like something bad was about to happen. Every time I glanced across the room and caught him looking at me, my stomach flipped. Mikey didn’t seem fazed. He was the same at home, gaming, laughing, and then taking my cock whenever he felt like it. Even when I brought it up to him, asking if he thought about what would happen if people found out, he just replied, "Fuck 'em."

But I was stuck replaying Scott’s look over and over.

The next day at school, the first chance he got, Scott cornered me. It was after practice, the rest of the guys shoving each other  either naked or in their towels, as they made their way toward the showers. Scott leaned against the lockers, arms crossed as he watched me change, giving me that look like he already had the answer. “So,” he said, “you ever gonna tell me the truth about her?”

I tried to play dumb. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he shot back. “That story you told me and Ian… it doesn’t add up. You were too into it. Either you’ve got the best girlfriend in the world or…” He let it hang there, his smirk daring me to fill in the blank.

I laughed it off, but inside, panic shot through me. I mumbled something about finding his own jerk off material and pushed past him, but the damage was done. He knew something was up.

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At home that night, Mikey didn’t care about Scott or suspicion. He just wanted his ass serviced.

He was half my body weight, but he took control of me, apparently just wanting my tongue inside him. I was on the couch while we were still home alone and he pushed me down so I was lying flat, then pulled down his shorts and sat of my face. I started gently licking his hole when he quickly commanded, "harder," and started grinding on me. I licked as hard as I could and held onto his hips for balance when he started jerking off, and came all over the shirt I was wearing. He didn't even reach for my aching boner, still in my pants. He just slowly rose off me and went to his room. He had given me his own version of a quickie fuck, combined with orgasm denial.

I was a bit shocked at how he had just used me like that, but I reached for myself in my pants, and by then I was so wound up I finished in seconds.

It hit me that he had started to love being in control. And I couldn’t lie, it was bliss letting him use me.

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The next day, Ian cornered me at lunch. “So when are we doing that again?” he asked with a grin, lowering his voice. “The locker room thing. You telling stories while we…” He trailed off. My throat went dry. Apparently Scott hadn't shared his suspicions with him. I laughed it off, told him "anytime man, that was fun," but inside I was nervous about letting them get too close to my secret.

After practice, Mikey was waiting for me. He looked me up and down as I was all sweaty, but I was nervous about him trying to do something public with all the guys around, especially Scott.

"Hey," I said, "Not right now."

"You think that's up to you?" he said with an implied wink. I chuckled.

"But really, there's too many guys here."

"After they leave, then," he said. It was true, Mom and Dad were going to be home today and we would have to wait until bedtime if he wanted to get off together at all today.

"Alright," I said with a sigh, "just hang out until it's clear. I'll stay back and clean up some stuff."

In the showers, I saw Scott drop his towel and enter his stall. His athletic butt always made me a bit jealous. I wanted one just like it. Manly, big and round, not like Mikey's cute, adorable, feminine butt. He turned and looked at me, then gave a devious smile and made a "jerking off" motion with his hands. I smiled at him as he disappeared into his steamy shower stall. It was a relief to have a simple joking interaction with him. Nice, I thought, we're still cool.

After I stayed behind and cleaned up all by myself, I was the last one there in the lockers. I was just closing the locker door, when Mikey showed up out of nowhere, already pulling off his clothes. We didn't need to talk at this point. If anything, we needed to make it quick. He was butt naked and leaning against a locker in seconds, and I was dropping my pants and rubbing spit and hair conditioner into his ass, getting ready to put my oversized hog inside him once again, when the sound of the locker room doors creaking open penetrated my ears. I froze, but Mikey just kept leaning back into me, smirking up at me like he had no fear of getting caught.

Scott stepped out from the corner, arms crossed again. “Knew it,” he said quietly. His eyes weren’t even shocked. Rather, they were a bit hungry. “I saw him standing outside, dude," he said to me, "you guys can't hide shit."

I opened my mouth, but Mikey spoke first. “If you like watching so much, why don’t you just join?”

The boldness in his voice stunned me. Scott blinked, hesitated, then laughed nervously, like he couldn’t believe Mikey had just said that. “Man, I don’t know,” he muttered, shifting on his feet, still half dressed. Mikey smirked and prodded him, “Come on, if you wanted to watch so bad, why not feel it too?”

Scott rubbed the back of his neck, clearly torn, and I finally spoke up. “Just do it, man. Come on.” That was the push he needed. Scott let out a shaky laugh, stripped down the rest of the way, and stepped closer. I thought I’d be jealous seeing another male body approaching my angelic piece of ass, but instead something in me lit up. The idea of sharing Mikey, of someone else seeing what I saw, made me harder than I’d ever been.

At first it was just me behind Mikey, steadying his hips as he leaned forward against a bench, my thrusts echoing off the tile. Scott watched for a bit, touching himself, then finally stepped in closer. He muttered, half laughing, half out of breath, “Man, I never thought I’d do this with a guy. But after hearing your stories… knowing it was a dude making you feel that good… I had to know.” He shrugged almost helplessly. “And if Mikey’s that hungry for it, I’ll take what feels good too.”

Mikey switched positions without missing a beat, lying back on the bench so Scott could take his mouth while I stayed inside him. The sound of skin, grunts, and the clatter of a water bottle dropping made it feel unreal. Between the moans and shifting bodies, Scott kept blurting out little bits of disbelief, “This is insane” and “Can’t believe this is happening.” But his body didn’t lie. Mikey thrived on it, egging us on, keeping both of us in motion, and I felt the weirdness give way as it felt awesome to see Mikey's ass and mouth get taken by yet another cock. I even slapped Scott on the ass a couple times, and he didn't flinch, even with a big red hand print on him. He was enjoying his first oral sex as much as I had, completely giving in to using a guy, just like I did.

Mikey kept shifting us around, making Scott and me change roles. One minute I was on my knees with Mikey backing up into me while Scott used his mouth, the next minute Mikey was on his back again, both of us pressed against him from different angles. The quick changes made it easier not to cum, and Mikey controlled the rhythm, grabbing the back of my neck when he wanted my tongue deeper inside him, pulling Scott’s hair when he wanted him closer. We laughed in short bursts, not really because it was funny but because it was insane to us. Scott even said, between gasps, “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this with you guys… and it feels good.” I shot back, breathless, “Yeah, tell me about it.” Mikey just grinned, sweat dripping, and ordered, “Harder. Both of you.” The laughter turned right back into moans, and for the first time it didn’t feel weird anymore, just wild and real.

There were breaks where all three of us just sat on the cold benches catching our breath, then Mikey would smirk and climb back onto one of us. Time didn’t seem real. By the time the door creaked again, my whole body was shaking, every muscle tired, my mind spinning. That’s when I realized someone else was at the door.

Ian.

He froze in the doorway, eyes wide, his jaw dropping as he took in the scene. For a second I thought he’d bolt. But then Scott grinned at him, phone in hand, waving it. “Told you,” he said. “Come in.”

Ian’s face was pale, but his eyes stayed locked on me. More specifically, on me inside Mikey. He whispered, “Jesus Christ,” and before I could say a word, Mikey reached out, grabbed him by the wrist, and pulled him in. “You’re not just watching,” Mikey told him. “You’re part of this now.”

Ian shook his head, mumbling, “This is crazy,” but his hands were already pulling at his shorts. Mikey kissed him, pulling him down, and suddenly Ian was in it too, wanking away and watching us penetrate my living fleshlight. He was nervous at first, clumsy, but Mikey shifted off of me and guided Ian's manhood toward his ass. I watched, dazed, as my own little lookalike leaned back, taking him easily. The sight of Ian sliding into him, of Mikey moaning while still holding on to Scott and me, was so surreal I didn’t even think about if it was fucked up or not. Ian stopped after getting in balls deep, and just muttered, "shit" under his breath. From my angle I could see below his ass, and I watched his taint throb as he was clearly unloading his globs of jizz into Mikey already. 

Scott smirked at him. "How was your first time?"

Ian just shook his head, still sort of dazed, and pulled out of Mikey's hole, which was gaping by now. For the first time, I watched someone else' cum drip out of him. 

I was so turned on by it, I moved Mikey's hips toward me and scooped up Ian's cum with the head of my cock, pushing the load back into him. I was quickly entranced with a rhythmic pounding as I watched the load froth up over my shaft. Scott continued to batter his mouth and eventually got into his throat. I heard the telltale gags and retches of a boy putting his all into the act. Soon, I was putting another load into Mikey while Scott pulled out and came all over Mikey's face, almost by accident, like he was just pulling out to let him breathe but didn't realize he had crossed the edge. Mikey left his mouth open and caught part of the load on his tongue. I pulled out of Mikey and saw that Ian was still standing there naked. I gave him a slap on the ass and said, "You're back in, champ," before moving him by his hips so he was lined up with Mikey again. It was over an hour before we stopped stuffing Mikey's holes, rotating in patterns until we had all cum a couple times.

By the time we stopped fucking, we were drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, sitting our bare asses on the bench while Mikey sat back, working himself into another orgasm while he stared at our satisfied dicks resting on our thighs and our balls. He was gasping for air and finally sent a squirt onto his abs, followed by a few oozing releases down his hand onto his abs. Scott looked at me with that same smirk he always wore after a good game. “So,” he said, “we doing this again?”

Mikey just shrugged, a cocky grin plastered on his face as well. “Whenever you're up for it.”

Walking home with Mikey later, my legs still shaky from the marathon sex session, I couldn’t help laughing. “I might actually bring some other guys from the team next time, if you’re this into it.”

He just shoved me playfully, grinning wider. And for the first time, I realized it wasn’t the end of the world if we were found out. I was excited. Whatever line we’d crossed, it was real and there was no reason to pretend otherwise.