Page 106 of Ours
Nic grinned and kept up his teasing a little longer before taking pity on poor, worked-up Cory and pushing forward.
Cory whimpered as his hole was breached. It had been some time since he’d taken someone of Nic’s girth. Nic went slowly, letting each inch of his cock be slowly swallowed by Cory’s ass, pausing occasionally when he felt Cory tighten up. Soon enough, Cory felt the scratch of Nic’s hairy lower half against his ass and thighs and knew he had taken it all. Arching his back farther, Cory settled into his position, letting Derek and Nic have at it.
Nic wasted no time in starting to pump his length in and out of Cory’s hole. Looking down, he was once again mesmerized by the tight hole as it was stretched and pulled along his cock. He settled into a steady rhythm, firmly driving about half his length in and out of Cory. Cory continued to whimper and moan as the thick cock scraped over his prostate over and over, making him see stars.
Derek also looked down, watching the euphoric, almost bewildered gaze on Cory’s face as he was fucked silly. Holding Cory by the back of his head, Derek fed his own dick in and out of Cory’s oral cavity, eventually matching with Nic’s rhythm so there was never less than a foot of dick in Cory at any given moment. Both boys, upon realizing they were in sync, met each other’s gaze.
Both boys were sweating as they plunged their pricks in and out of the boy between them, something they had almost become experts at over the past year or so. Derek smiled. He was happy. Nic was too. The air in the room started to thicken as they locked eyes, slowly being drawn closer together, bending over Cory’s prone form. This… This was something that was missing, and they hadn’t even realized it.
If asked, either boy would probably say they kissed the other first, but it didn’t really matter. As soon as their mouths met, it was like this was something they had been doing for years. There was no slowness, no sweet pecks between them, no gentle guidance like they gave Cory. Just two hungry mouths fightingfor dominance. And fight they did, growling into each other and biting at lips and tongues.
Cory’s eyes shot open as he heard the sound of lips smacking above him. The only thing he could see, however, was Derek’s hairy crotch as it drove his dick in and out of Cory’s mouth.Fuck! Are they kissing?!Cory wanted to watch, dammit! Not wanting to risk killing the moment, Cory could only close his eyes and try to imagine the scene above him. They were gonna have to do a repeat show for him later or something.
The three boys moved their bodies in tandem as if this were a dance they had practiced countless times. And they had, in some ways. As Derek and Nic kissed, they each held the other steady with an arm on the other’s shoulders. Their other hands were each on Cory, one behind his head and one on his hip, holding him in place as they continued to pillage his orifices. Cory’s own cock was half-hard, smacking up onto his stomach as his hips were pumped forward by Nic’s thrusts. He could feel the familiar signs of an orgasm building behind his balls as his hole was continuously plundered.
Cory came suddenly, his hole spasming and pushing against Nic’s cock as it wracked his body. As he felt Cory lose control around his dick, Nic pounded his hips forward furiously, the knowledge that he fucked Cory until he came on his dick driving him to his own. He sank his dick to the hilt as he felt the first blast of cum shoot from his cock, pulling back and driving forward again for the second shot. And watching Nic fuck Cory through his orgasm, prolonging it and drawing out an almost continuous moan from Cory was enough to send Derek over the edge as well, forcing his cock to the back of Cory’s throat for the first volley of his load, pulling back and shooting the rest into his mouth.
Carefully extracting themselves and then collapsing together in the center of the bed, the three lay together in the warmth of theroom. They were each covered in a thin sheen of sweat, panting as they caught their breaths. The air in the room was still heavy. Cory would need to crack the window before his mom got home.
“That was…” Derek exhaled. “That was awesome.”
“Yeah,” Nic responded, Cory humming his agreement.
“So, what now?” Derek sat up, looking at Cory for guidance.
“I can’t promise I won’t want to talk about this stuff again. And there’s still stuff that confuses all three of us,” Cory explained. “But we talked about a lot, and at least right now, I’m feeling pretty good about things?”
Hearing Cory say this, Derek and Nic turned and smiled at each other.
“But I think I need to talk to Jackson now.”
“What?”
“What!” Both boys nearly shouted in unison.
“Why do you need to talk to that asshole?” Nic let the disdain he felt bleed into his voice.
“I dunno. Closure?” Cory reasoned. “It just feels weird leaving things how they are. I want to know why … why he did any of this.”
The room was silent for a moment.
“Okay.” Nic sputtered a protest, but Derek held his hand up. “In a public place. Where Nic and I can watch you both.”
Cory thought for a moment about protesting those conditions—he had just gotten done standing up for himself. But it didn’t seem like too much to ask. Jackson had hurt the two of them too, and if he was being honest, he liked the feeling of protectiveness that hearing Derek talk like that brought out.
“Okay.”
Cory texted Jackson after that. When he didn’t get a response, Nic sent one of his own that was a lot less … polite than Cory’s.That got a response pretty quickly. Cory set up the plans—in about half an hour, they would meet up at Joe’s to talk. Cory was pretty much ready to go right then, but Derek took his time because in his words, “That asshole can sit there and wait on us for a minute.” Cory rolled his eyes at the obvious power play but said nothing, happy to have a ride and their support anyways.
Derek pulled into the parking lot at Joe’s forty minutes later, and the boys walked in. Jackson was sitting at a booth, looking nervous as hell with a lone glass of water sitting in front of him. Cory led the group over toward his table, sliding into a seat when he was close enough. Jackson’s head shot up, but he said nothing as he looked between the three boys.
“Alright, we’ll be right over there, Cory.” Derek pointed toward the diner’s bar and started to walk over before noticing that Nic wasn’t behind him, too busy giving Jackson a death stare. With a tug on his shoulder, Nic followed Derek and grabbed a stool.
“So… Hi,” Cory started.
“Hi.” Jackson didn’t—maybe couldn’t—look up from his glass on the table in front of him.
After waiting a minute to see if Jackson was going to volunteer anything, Cory said fuck it and barreled forward with what he needed to say. “So that was pretty fucked up.”
