Page 87 of Ours
“Hmmm…” It wasn’t exactly a date, but it was something. And the party might actually be fun. Still, the last party didn’t exactly go well.
“I just figured we could have some fun out there together. Get a little buzzed, run around in the woods, fool around all night.” Jackson groped at his dick through his jeans. “Where anyone could catch us, but no one could see us…”
Cory snorted. Jackson had a very obvious and very strong public sex kink. Not that Cory wasn’t into it himself. But still, risking getting caught atanotherparty… “Last time I fooled around with someone at a party, someone spied on us and started telling the rest of the school.”
“Oh. Yeah. I think I heard about that.” Jackson sucked in, blew out a breath, and paused for a moment before continuing. “This would be different, though. It’d be really dark, we’d be able to sneak far enough away from everyone… and even if they did catch us, who cares? We’re almost out of here. Come on. It’ll begreat.” Jackson hit Cory on the arm and gave him a look, biting his lip.Ugh, does that work on girls?
“Alright. I’m in.” Cory rolled his eyes. It would be a fun night, probably. Might as well end the year with a bang.
“Yessss.” Jackson pumped his fist. “Gonna be a great night. I can think of a few things we can do out there alone.” Jackson squeezed his slowly growing cock again, this time giving Cory an altogether different look.
Cory watched shamelessly as Jackson continued to grope himself, mouth almost watering. Damn, the “training” Derek and Nic gave him was near Pavlovian. Jackson took notice of the hunger behind Cory’s eyes and decided to take advantage.
“Why don’t you c’mere, boy?” Jackson reached for the adjustment lever to his seat, pushing himself away from the steering wheel. “I think we can have some fun right now.”
“Right here?” Cory looked around the school parking lot. Most of the students had already left, though there were still a few unclaimed cars.
“Yeah, boy, right here.” Jackson looked around himself as he undid his belt and zipper. “No one’s around. You know you want to.” Jackson reached into his pants and lewdly squeezed his cock again.
Cory bit his lip. He did want to. He looked around one last time, lifted the arm rest separating them, and swallowed down half of Jackson’s cock.
“Fuck.” Jackson hissed as he felt his dick engulfed by Cory’s hot mouth. He adjusted his seat further, leaning his seat back some and giving Cory a little more room to work with.
For his part, Cory was focused on one thing: getting Jackson off before somebody caught them. He was trying to move as fast and silently as he could up and down Jackson’s dick, but it was hard to fully enjoy what he was doing when in the back of his mind he was listening for anyone approaching. At the same time, he wastrying to minimize any noises he was making with his mouth as he sucked. That didn’t leave much room for his own enjoyment.
“Come on. Quit being so nervous.” Jackson’s voice rang from above him. “I can tell you’re overthinking this. Just relax and trust me. If I see anyone coming, I’ll pull you up, okay?”
Cory paused his movements and took Jackson’s words in. He was just about to respond with a “yes sir” when he remembered he couldn’t very well talk with a dick in his mouth. So instead, he took a deep breath in through his nose and put all that nervous energy into his cocksucking ability. He blocked out his surroundings and slowly eased the rest of Jackson’s dick into his throat.
“There we go,” Jackson praised as he pet the back of Cory’s head. “Suck your sir’s dick like a good boy.”
Cory did as he was told, quietly beaming at the praise. He moved back up Jackson’s shaft until he was at almost the head and then immediately swallowed the entire length again on his way back down. When he felt the hand in his hair tighten, Cory took it as a sign of further encouragement and began to bob faster and faster as he swallowed Jackson’s dick.
“Shit, suck that dick, boy,” Jackson encouraged, unable to stop thrusting up into Cory’s mouth as he did. “Won’t take me long if you keep that up.”
Cory felt his cock begin to harden as he finally allowed himself to fully relax with what he was doing. He considered reaching a hand down to take care of himself but decided he’d rather just focus on what he was doing. Sir had his back, so he should make sure he did a good job for him. Cory moved his hand toward Jackson’s crotch, figuring his hand could be put to better use playing with his balls. Just as he was about to reach his hand into the fly of his jeans—
Thud.
“I am so fucking glad to be done with late practices.” The voice was faint, but it was distinct, a girl’s. Cory’s eyes flew open, though the only thing he got an eyeful of was Jackson’s jeans. Cory made a muffled noise of panic and attempted to push off from Jackson’s lap.
“Fuck, hold still. I’m so fucking close…” Jackson held Cory’s head in place as he continued to thrust up: one, two, three times…
Another couple of thuds and then the sound of a car door being slammed. “No kidding. Won’t miss it being so dark by the time we get home.” The sound of footsteps on gravel became more obvious now that Cory was listening for them. Still, Cory attempted once again to extract Jackson’s dick from his orifice but was again met with resistance.
“Hold on!” Jackson spoke through gritted teeth. “Here it comes—”
Cory almost gagged when the first load of cum hit his throat, though he should have been expecting it. He was still shocked, and somewhat angry, at Jackson’s refusal to let him stop. Had he even really been keeping watch? What if those girls saw!? All of these thoughts pounded in Cory’s head as the remaining four volleys of cum filled his mouth, the volume and fact that his mouth was still filled forcing him to swallow. Figuring he was finished with his duty, Cory for the third time tried to return to his seat and for the third time was held in place.
“Stay still. Those two girls are close.” Jackson spoke in hushed tones and then reached over to fiddle with the radio that wasn’t on. “Cheerleaders. They’re about to leave.”
Cory heard two more car doors close as Jackson said this and then an engine being turned on. When Cory heard the sound of tires over gravel fade into the distance, the hand on his head relented, finally allowing Cory to sit up.
“What the hell, man?” Cory wiped his mouth with his hand. “We almost got caught!”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” Jackson apologized profusely. “But by the time they were close, theydefinitelywould have noticed you pulling your head out of my lap. I was trying to keep us safe!”
“I thought you were keeping a lookout!” Cory let the fact that Jackson continued to fuck his mouth while they were almost being caught slip by. For now.
