Mikey’s Ass 04

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Chapter 4: Stories

Ian and Scott would not let it go. Ever since they saw that ass pic on my phone at lunch, they’d been like bloodhounds, sniffing out the truth. Every break between classes they were on me.

“Bro, who is she?” Scott said for the fifteenth time.

“C’mon, just tell us,” Ian added, grinning like he already knew the answer, which made me sweat.

I kept deflecting, shaking my head, pretending it was no big deal. But they didn’t stop. The teasing turned into full-on badgering, and by the end of practice the next day, I was tired of dodging.

The three of us were alone, wearing towels in the locker room after we stayed late to clean up, and with the smell of hormonal male sweat and generic shower soap hanging in the air, I finally gave them what they wanted.

“I can't tell you who she is, but if you guys are desperate... you wanna know what I do with her?” I said.

They both froze, wide-eyed.

Scott nodded immediately, his towel already slipping down a bit as he sat on the bench. I became aware that his pubes were already showing. Ian leaned forward like a little kid at story time. I subtly noticed both their dicks getting blood flow already.

So I told them. Not everything, but enough. How it felt to be touched like that, warm skin on mine, the slow drag of lips, the way a tongue flick would make my whole body jolt. How soft and wet a mouth could feel when it wrapped around me, the slippery slide of saliva and a tight tongue making it even smoother, the way teeth barely grazed me before lips sealed again, and how I could keep going forever, finishing more than once because it was that good. I didn’t act it out, just painted the picture with words, and that was enough to set them off.

Scott groaned, one hand already adjusting himself under his towel. “Dude… you’re killing me.”

Ian closed his eyes, actually whimpering a little as started touching himself as he listened. “I wish that was me, dude,” he mumbled under his breath, not even realizing he said it out loud.

I kept talking. They kept shifting, fidgeting, clearly lost in the images I was painting, and before long they were both rock hard under their towels. I saw them shift their eyes from me to each other, a silent acknowledgement, before they closed their eyes and dropped their towels.

I had never had a circlejerk before. The closest thing was taking turns in the bathroom after watching porn together. It had always started out just for laughs then became a tacit understanding between us that it was necessary to take care of ourselves. Today I was the porn, and if I wanted to stop their probing, it seemed like the only way was to give them something to jerk off to.

Their hands moved on themselves as they listened, and as I regaled the physical intimacy of my time with Mikey, simply masking the name and gender, I got so hard myself that I joined them and whipped out my own cock, the biggest of the three of us. We got carried away, breathing heavy, letting the moment build. It was getting weirdly hot just doing something we weren’t supposed to be doing, dudes jerking together to naughty stories.

Scott egged me on, asking, “Does she use her tongue a lot? Do you make her moan?” and I answered every question, each sensual word making him stroke faster.

My answers came out rushed, almost like I was performing for them. “Yeah, she uses her tongue slow at first, just teasing the tip, then she slides all the way down. My hands are usually in her hair, pushing her deeper, teaching her how to take a big cock."

"Your cock is so big," Ian said, his eyes opening briefly to look down at my big hog hanging out. He moaned quietly and closed his eyes again.

I went on. "She usually looks up at me while she does it, eyes red and watering 'cause she's putting all her effort into throating me, and it only makes me want more. She moans around me when I hold her down to the base of my cock, and she even licks my balls from there sometimes. It makes me finish so fucking hard. And when I turned her around and put it in her, she goes fucking wild for me.”

Scott pressed further again, “What does she do with her hands? Does she hold your balls and stuff?”

I answered in the same hushed tone. Ian whimpered with his eyes closed, hanging on every detail, whispering, “Damn, I wish that were me so bad,” while his hand moved on himself, making his balls start to bounce with his increasingly fast rhythm.

Scott chuckled, “How many times can you cum in one sesh? Does she beg for more?” Their questions made me go deeper into it, describing the way it felt, the warmth of breath against my skin, the slick glide of my cock inside a warm hole, the tight pressure, the rhythm of lips and tongue working together, until all three of us were lost in it.

That’s when I slipped.

“He always reaches for my—” I said, too caught up to realize what I was saying, and immediately froze.

Scott’s eyes snapped open. “He?”

My stomach dropped. “I meant she,” I muttered, scrambling.

He smirked. I was scared he wasn't buying it. “Wait… does she let you put it in her ass?”

I swallowed, heat rising in my face. “Yeah,” I said quietly.

There was palpable silence for a moment. In my head, I had screwed up, and they were going to realize I was talking about a guy, maybe even put together which guy I was talking about. But Ian’s eyes stayed closed, like he was still caught up in the fantasy. Scott leaned back against the lockers, grinning.

"She sounds like a slut. You are so fucking lucky."

I sighed, an internal phew empowering me to continue the dialogue. 

"She is so horny for my dick, dude," I continued on. Scott closed his eyes again, his thick cock rock hard and pointing upward while he slowly stroked it. 

"Where does she let you cum?" he asked.

I heard Ian moan.

"I usually cum inside her," I said.

I saw Scott's hand pick up the pace on himself, squeezing the big red tip especially firmly. Ian's dick was average sized and leaking pre-cum like a faucet as he rubbed it into his shaft. I watched both their abs tighten rhythmically on their frames, Scott the defined jock, Ian the slender, smaller skater boy type. 

"I fucked her at school before," I said, and Ian released a long breath. I looked at his cock as it spewed his  thick load up his abs. It spilled down into his pubes as he finished milking himself. 

"Where?" Scott asked, pulling his thick meat downward and aiming at the bench I was sitting on.

"Boys bathroom between classes," I said, and Scott's cock pulsed, squirting his load down onto the bench in front of me. I was ready to spew, so I pointed my dick at the same spot and came onto his jizz puddle. You could see the difference in wateriness and whiteness of our loads as they mixed. I sat my bare ass back on the bench. Scott leaned back against the locker and Ian turned around to his locker, flashing us his boyish ass.

"Bro," Scott said, pulling on his underwear, "you're so fucking lucky. Thanks for the boner."

I chuckled. "Yeah, you're welcome."

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When I got home I told Mikey what went down in the locker room. He raised his eyebrows, half shocked, half proud, like he couldn’t believe I actually gave them a show. But when I reached for his body, indicating I wanted another fast and dirty hookup, he shook his head.

“Not just a quickie fuck today,” he said flatly. “I want you to eat my ass. This can be the next story you tell your circlejerk friends.”

I laughed, thinking he was kidding, but he was serious. “I mean it,” he said, already pulling off his shorts. Before I could say anything else he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over my face. The heat and scent of his ass hit me. That perfection was all I needed in life, and I started to eat him out.

It was normal at this point to do a little face sitting before I fucked him, but the difference today was that it was him calling the shots. I thought it was cool that he felt comfortable enough to finally just take what he wanted. I held his hips while he grinded on my face, and he pulled out my cock from my shorts, but then just let it sit there, throbbing and hovering over my abs while I ate him out. He actually started playing my xbox while he was sitting on me, his dick and balls resting on my neck.

The next hour was insane. Mikey sat on me, holding his controller, gaming like nothing was happening while I stayed buried under him, licking and getting intermittently suffocated. Whenever I reached for my cock he would shift his legs to prevent me from reaching it. Every once in a while he’d shift his weight, grinding into me harder, reminding me who was running this. He barely looked down, just kept playing, moaning quietly when I hit the right spot. I was dizzy from the mix of him controlling the pace and the way he acted like it was so normal for him to do this. When did he get this dominant? I thought to myself.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he put the controller down. He reached down, grabbed me, and slipped me into his mouth while he started jerking off and groaning. The sudden switch from him using me to him giving back, plus an hour of his perfect ass in my face, made me explode in seconds. I came so fast it shocked both of us, and he pulled off with a grin, leaving my cum dripping down his chin as he finished himself off onto my abs and chest, with his hole contracting on my tired tongue. He wiped his face and plopped down next to me.

We just lay there for a bit, breathing hard. It wasn’t just another secret hookup. It felt like the roles had shifted, like he had decided he was going to set the rules. It was oddly comforting.

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The next day at school, I was still buzzing from what happened over the previous twenty-four hours, jerking with my friends was wild, then little Mikey gave me a lesson in some sort of kinky face sitting. My cheeks felt hot every time I thought about him sitting on me casually while he gamed, like I’d never forget the weight of him holding my head down.

I saw him in the hall, but didn't feel like I had the agency anymore to just scoop him up and pull him into the bathroom. Instead, for some reason, my face turned red and I blushed and smiled nervously. He looked at me like I was an idiot, and pulled me away himself. We snuck off into a bathroom and he put me on my knees. He turned around and faced the stall wall. I got to look at my favorite view in the world, and pulled down his pants to expose those little globes that had become my obsession. I just started eating the fuck out of it, sticking my tongue as hard inside as I could. I started jerking off while I was doing it and ended up spilling onto his shoes in less than a minute. When he felt the wetness, he turned around and his cock slapped me in the face, making me laugh. He leaned down to make out with me while he jerked off onto the floor. We quickly got ourselves cleaned up, after the quick, clean schoolday hookup.

I was walking out of the bathroom with Mikey when Scott spotted us. I felt a pang of nerves, but he didn't seem to think anything was unusual.

He just nodded and said what’s up casually, and I walked past him as Mikey followed me closely like normal. But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Scott pause at the doorway and cut his eyes back at me. It was quick, but I noticed it, that flicker like he was thinking hard about something, staring at me. I felt a full body flush of nerves as I walked away, wondering what my next conversation with him was going to be like.