Page 17 of Ours
“That’s cool.” Luckily, Steph was too busy looking through her notebook to notice anything. “Sometimes doing nothing is the best thing.”
“Yeah … nothing exciting at all…” Cory trailed off into his thoughts.
Truth be told, Cory knew that if there was anybody he could tell about this weekend, it was Steph. But Cory hadn’t come out to even her yet. He thought that telling her that he spent the weekend sucking off and getting fucked by his best friends might be a bit too much right now. Lucky for him, the bell rang.
“Alright class, open to page 124,” Mrs. Anderson, the teacher, instructed. “Today, we are going over vectors.”
The rest of Cory’s morning all went the same way—boring. His second class of the day was physics, which he had with Derek. They took their usual seats next to each other and had their usual banter, nothing out of the ordinary. The same thing happened in his third class, economics, which he had with Nic. They took their seats and talked like normal. Cory was beginning to think that things really wouldn’t be that different.
Then, just as class was getting out, he felt his phone vibrate. It was Nic.
[Nic: Meet me by the bathrooms before we go to lunch]
Cory looked up to find Nic, who gave him a look before indicating with his head that Cory should follow him. Walking slower than the other students and letting them pass, Nic and Cory turned down a different hall that lead to the nearest bathroom. Once inside, Nic checked the stalls to make sure they were alone, then once he knew they were, he locked the door behind him.
“Finally, I’ve been waiting all damn morning for a blowjob.” Nic was already reaching into his jeans and pulling out his cock. He sat up on the low counter between sinks, cock in hand. “Come on. We don’t have a lot of time if you still wanna make it to lunch.”
It took a Cory a moment to process what was going on, but once he saw Nic’s hard cock, that was all he could focus on.
“Yes, sir.” He swallowed nervously, kneeling between Nic’s spread legs, looking around somewhat nervously. “Sir, what if—”
“The door’s locked, and this bathroom barely gets used anyway,” Nic pointed out. “Quit whining and get my dick in your mouth. The longer you complain, the longer we’re gonna be here.”
Cory moved to the floor between Nic’s legs, the cold tile digging into his knees. He swallowed his nerves and then Nic’s cock. Or at least as much of it as he could. He tried to focus on what he was doing, but everything around him kept distracting him. The way the fluorescent lights were buzzing overhead, the low hum of the air conditioner. Even the way the—
“Hey.” A light cuff to his head got his attention. “The hell are you doing, boy? Let’s go. I’m hungry and only one of us is getting fed here.”
“Thorry thir,” Cory apologized, resuming his work immediately, this time focusing on Nic: the way he tasted in his mouth, the musky smell of his crotch that grew strong each time his head bobbed down, the small pants of pleasure thatcame from his mouth when Cory would swallow down just alittlemore cock that usual. The rest of the world faded into the background.
Cory had his left hand wrapped around the base of Nic’s cock to help cover the areas his mouth couldn’t. It didn’t take long for Cory to once again figure out how much cock he could take before gagging. As he worked, he ran his tongue along the underside of Nic’s cock, mapping more of it with each pass of his mouth. As he felt Nic’s cockhead tickle the back of his throat, he started to experiment by swallowing just a little too much, nearly triggering his gag reflex. It was never going to go away if he didn’t start practicing, after all.
“Fuck…” Nic cursed to himself. “Therewe go.” He moved one of his hands instinctively to the back of Cory’s head.
Though Nic couldn’t see it, Cory warmed at the praise. By now he had figured out that the hand in his hair didn’t mean he was doing poorly. If anything, it meant the opposite—Cory was sucking dick well enough for Nic to need something to hold onto. Using his spit, Cory started to jerk Nic’s dick in time with his mouth—he was going to make Nic cum, goddammit.
“Fuck, boy. I’m getting close,” Nic warned. It was like music to Cory’s ears. He nearly redoubled his efforts, concentrating on being as consistent as possible and then—
Two hands were suddenly forcing his head all the way down, Nic’s cock practically punching its way into his throat as he started to blow his first load of the day. Cory struggled futilely as another load was blasted into his throat before realizing the best thing for him to do right then was toswallow. As the third and fourth shots hit his throat, he did his best to swallow it down but was still fighting against his gag reflex in vain.
Cory’s hair was released as soon as Nic was done cumming. He immediately fell back in a coughing fit, his lungs too eager for the air and sucking some of Nic’s unswallowed semen down thewrong pipe. As he hacked his lungs up, Cory looked up at Nic, eyes still closed and catching his breath. He had a red mark on his lip from where he had been biting it. Cory watched as his hairy muscular stomach heaved and his heart rate lowered, his cock still half hard and pointing at Cory. A small amount of cum was still hanging from the tip, and without thinking, Cory moved forward to clean it with his mouth.
“I didn’t even have to tell you to do that.” Nic sounded proud.
Cory finished cleaning off Nic’s cock and then released it. Nic tucked himself back in his shorts and hopped off the counter to fix the rest of his clothes. Cory moved to the mirror to make sure he wasn’t looking out of the ordinary as well.
“Oh my god.” There was cum leaking from his nostril. Cumactuallycame out of his nose. He turned to glare at Nic, who could only chuckle.
“Sorry about that.” Nic zipped up his jeans. “I thought I was helping. Making sure you swallowed everything!”
“Well, I don’t think it ended up being all that helpful,sir.” He also thought that was a load of bullshit—Nic knew exactly what he was doing.
“Woah.” Nic’s face scrunched up as Cory spoke. “You’re gonna want to invest in some gum or breath mints, boy. Your breath smells like… Well, like cum. Now come on. I’m hungry.”
Cory gave him a “no shit” look and then quickly made to wash his face and rinse his mouth out. There were vending machines on the way to the lunch quad that had gum. He’d make Nic buy him a pack.
A couple of hours later, Cory was chewing his second piece of gum in his last period of the day, English. Technically there was another period after this one, but since he was a senior, Cory didn’t have to have a full schedule and was allowed toleave campus an hour early. Derek had the same schedule, but because of football practice, Nic did not.
Speaking of Derek, Cory had no idea where he was. When he and Nic had made it to lunch earlier, Derek was nowhere to be seen, and he should actually be in this class right now with Cory, but his desk remained empty. Their teacher was up at the front, talking about Chaucer, but Cory was only half paying attention. Just as he was debating sneaking his phone out to fire off a text, the classroom door opened and in walked Derek. He didn’t look happy. He handed a note to the teacher and took his seat in silence.
