Used & Abused! Part 9

Everyone in this story is 18+

Hey everyone!

This is a continuation of a story I first shared on my Reddit account over a year ago. Since then, I’ve received periodic messages asking for updates—thank you so much for your patience and interest! In many ways, this story is what started it all for me.

Moving forward, I plan to post updates for two of my older stories each month, and today, this one gets its turn! I hope you enjoy the continuation. You can read the previous parts on my Reddit profile, the masterpost is pinned, but please remember to check the disclaimers.

The buzzing of my phone pulled me from the endless scroll of Instagram. It was a text from Ethan:

Ethan: "Hey, wanna come over?"

My fingers hovered over the keyboard.

Me: "Aren’t your parents home?"

The reply came almost instantly:

Ethan: "Yeah, but I decided to head back to campus early, getting settled before school starts."

Me: "Oh, okay."

Before I could overthink what to say next, a snap notification pinged. I opened it to see Ethan had sent a picture—a close-up of his massive, throbbing dick beside a beer can. The caption read:

Ethan: "Beer always gets me horny."

My eyes widened. The fat can looked absurdly small next to Ethan’s shaft. I muttered under my breath, “Holy fuck,” before instinctively snapping a reply. This time, I turned my back to the mirror, angling my phone to capture my round, bubble butt.

Me: "No beer. Just horny."

I pressed send and tossed my phone onto the bed, my heart racing. Minutes passed with no reply, and the anticipation gnawed at me. Just as I was about to distract myself with some mindless TikToks, my phone buzzed with an incoming call.

It was Ethan.

“Hey, my favorite slut,” Ethan’s smooth, teasing voice came through the line.

“What do you want now?” I replied, feigning exasperation.

“My bros want me to hit up their ‘fuck school is back on’ party,” Ethan said, his tone dripping with casual arrogance. “Wanna come with and after you can drain my balls?”

I rolled my eyes, but a smirk spread across my face. “Wow, that’s the most romantic invitation I’ve ever received.”

He chuckled. “I thought you liked it rough, not romantic.”

“Well,” I replied, letting a teasing lilt creep into my voice, “I don’t have anything better to do, so sure.”

“Good,” he said, his tone satisfied. “Don’t keep me waiting, but no gay shit in front of the bros. And if you keep cool, I might rail you after, you gay shit.” Then he laughed.

The call ended, leaving me both excited and nervous. Why do I let him talk to me like this, and why is my dick half-chubbing by it? Fuck my life forever... I freshened up then I threw on a pair of loose jeans and a hoodie, grabbed my phone, and slung my backpack over my shoulder. As I descended the stairs, I called out casually, “Hey, I’m heading to Ty’s for a bit!”

My mom barely looked up from the crossword she was working on. “Alright, Shawnie, are you sleeping over?”

“Yeah!” I replied, already halfway out the door.

As I stepped onto the porch, my eyes landed on an unexpected sight—Ty, stepping out of his car in the driveway. His shaggy brown hair falling into his eyes as he turned toward me with a familiar, casual confidence.

“Hey, dude,” Ty said with an easy grin. “Are you ready?”

"Ready?" I responded, looking quizzically at him. Then I remembered. "Fuck! I actually had made plans to hang out with him several days ago!"

His sad puppy eyes hit me hard as I seemed to forget our plans.

"I'm just messing with you there, bud'! Of course I remember, silly! See? I got my backpack and everything."

His face lit up to his usual cheerfulness. "Good one!"

As we headed to his car, I scratched my head a bit and then sheepishly asked, "But... do you wanna go to a party? I just got an invite and thought I’d ask you."

"Sure, my man! I'm always ready to Part-Eeey. They don’t call me the Tylinator for nothin'!" he enthused.

"Yeah, literally no one calls you that," I responded, rolling my eyes.

Just as we were about to get in the car, Mom came out. "Shawnie-Bunny! You forgot your allergy pills. You know how important they are!" she said, handing them to me. Then she greeted Ty before heading back inside. "Don’t stay up and game all night. College is about to start. You boys should prepare and not stay up too late. Bye!"

As we got in the car, Ty looked at me, smirking. "Don’t. Don’t you dare," I warned.

"Shawnie-Bunny-Honey! Like you're sooo freaking cool. Forget your inhaler too? Or can we go now?" he snorted out, barely containing his laughter.

"Okay, point taken. Let’s go, 'Tylinator,'" I smirked back.

"So, where’s this party?" he asked as he pulled out of the driveway.

"Yeah. About that..." I started.

We had driven for a while, and I had tried to casually explain to Ty how I knew Ethan, and why I was suddenly invited there. I texted Ethan: I'm bringing a plus one, I'll promise I will make it worth your time though.

Ethan texted back: You better!

Ty was grappling with this info. "Wait? We are going to a party with Ethan? The Ethan? Fucking homecoming king of all home…"

I cut him off. "It’s just that the upperclassmen are hosting a little get-together to welcome new freshmen starting this year. And since we went to the same school, he somehow invited me, probably just to be polite," I lied.

"Polite, yeah, ‘cause Ethan’s manners are known to be impeccable!" Ty said with a sarcastic snort.

I smirked, but then a little plan popped into my head. I placed my hand on Ty’s thigh, feeling him tense slightly under my touch.

"Hey! What’cha doing there? Ahhhh fuck!" Ty asked, his voice rising as I massaged his bulge more to make him stop asking questions.

"Nothing, you just seem kinda tense, man. Wanna let off some steam?" I smirked.

"I uhh… That feels good!" he stammered.

I continued to massage his bulge, feeling him harden under my touch. "Then let me take care of you. Just keep your eyes on the road," I said, my voice low and teasing.

As Ty gripped the steering wheel tightly, I continued massaging his bulge, feeling him harden even more. I unzipped his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock, and began stroking him slowly, savoring the feel of him in my hand.

"Ahh, Shawn... fuck," he groaned, his eyes glued to the road, though his grip on the wheel trembled slightly.

"Just keep your eyes ahead," I murmured, leaning closer, my hand working up and down his shaft with practiced ease. I watched as his chest rose and fell, his breath coming in uneven gasps.

Ty's hips began to rock slightly, pushing into my hand. His pre-cum slickened my movements, making it easier to stroke him faster. "Damn, you’re good at this," he muttered, his voice heavy with need.

I smirked, pleased by his reaction. "Just relax and enjoy, Ty."

As we approached the apartment complex where the party was, I could feel Ty was close. His cock pulsed in my hand, his breathing ragged.

"Shit, I’m gonna cum," he warned, glancing at me briefly before focusing back on the road.

Not wanting to leave a mess, I leaned over, taking him into my mouth just as he groaned loudly. His cock throbbed against my tongue as he spilled his load, hot and salty, down my throat. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste as his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.

When he finally came down from his high, I pulled back, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. Ty glanced over at me, his face flushed. "Damn, Shawn. You’re full of surprises."

I smirked, zipping him back up as the car slowed to a stop in front of the building.

We stepped out of the car, the faint sound of music thumping from the apartment above. Ty straightened his shirt, trying to compose himself.

"Ok, so I guess we are going to a party with the fucking Ethan Beckett," I said, spitting out a little glob of Ty's 'special sauce.'

"I guess we are. Who would’ve thought? A couple of nerds," Ty replied with a grin. "But maybe don’t call him 'the Ethan,' alright?"

I nudged him. "Come on, Tylinator!"

I put my hand around his shoulder, my heart pounding in my chest. How the hell was I going to pull this off without blowing everything?