Page 13 of Ours
“Fuck,” Cory whined again as his butt moved on his seat, bacon in hand. “My ass is so fucking sore.”
“Yeah… Sorry about that. Wish I had something to tell ya, but you’re just gonna feel sore for a couple of days,” Derek informed him. “Probably want to avoid eating anything spicy for the next few meals.” He smirked, biting into his own piece of bacon.
“So,” he continued, “we should probably talk about what things are going to be like once we get back home.”
Cory looked between his two friends.
“Like I said before, things won’t really change all that much,” Derek started. “We’re still gonna come over and hang out, do all the stuff we used to do. To everyone else, nothing will seem different.” The three of them were close, that was no secret, so Derek and Nic knew it wouldn’t be difficult to add any of their new “bonding activities” to their routine without arousing suspicion.
“When we are around other people, you act like you always have with us, but when we’re alone, you call us both sir,” Nic chimed in.
“Any questions?” Derek asked, piling some scrambled eggs onto his plate.
Cory thought for a minute. The only questions he had were along the lines of “What are we going to do next?” and he had a feeling he wasn’t going to get any answers to that.
“No, sir,” Cory said around the bacon in his mouth.
“Good boy.” Nic pushed his chair away from the table. “Now, why don’t you get over here? I got some extra protein for breakfast for ya.”
Derek rolled his eyes as he ate his eggs, fully intending on taking his own turnafterthey ate.
Cory eyed Nic’s crotch as he finished off his bacon. Nic was rubbing the growing bulge beneath his thin shorts, making Cory’s mouth water. Or maybe that was the bacon. Cory swallowed it down, dropping to his knees and shuffling over to Nic.
As Cory pulled the waistband of his shorts down, Nic’s cock sprung up, nearly smacking Cory in the face. With his slightly greasy hand, he guided the cock toward his mouth. Any indignities Cory felt were quickly forgotten when he remembered just how much he enjoyed doing this. Though the twinge in his backside had him hoping that his ass was off limits for the time being.
As he felt the warm mouth envelop him, Nic leaned back and closed his eyes.This is the life.Opening one eye, he looked over at Derek, who was chuckling at the sight. Nic smiled, content to enjoy his blowjob and breakfast.
Having just woken up, Cory’s mouth was a little dry, but with his mouth being stretched open, Nic’s cock was spit-slick in no time. Cory was soon quickly bobbing up and down on the first four or five inches of dick. His breakfast long gone, all he could taste—all he could smell—was Nic. Fuck, he loved this smell more and more every time he got near it.
The hand in his hair got his attention, urging him to speed up without actually pushing. As Cory worked his mouth faster, he started taking it deeper as well,just touching the back of his throat, letting him know it was there but without making him gag. He was going to be an old pro at this in no time.
A few minutes later and the hand on his head became significantly more forceful. Nic was breathing heavier, and his hips were rising just slightly to buck up into Cory’s mouth as his hand pushed it down. Cory still managed to suppress his gag reflex, though he wasn’t sure for how much longer. But from the erratic way Nic’s hips were moving, he wouldn’t have to worry too much longer.
“Fuck…” Nic muttered through gritted teeth. “Take it…”
Cory felt Nic’s cock expand right before the first salty shot hit the back of his throat. Somehow managing to avoid a cough, he grabbed it with his hand, pulling back some and allowing the remaining shots to hit the roof of his mouth instead. He swallowed down the salty mouthful, leaving the cock in his mouth to catch any remnants.
Nic caught his breath, body flush and a smile on his face. Cory eventually pulled back with a smack of his lips that he wasdefinitelygoing to feel self-conscious about later. He eyed the slowly softening cock before looking up at its owner.
“Good job, boy,” Nic praised in his general direction. “Help yourself to some bacon, on me.”
“Thanks, sir.” Cory rolled his eyes while Nic’s were closed. Then something caught his nose and he leaned closer. “Your dick smells like bacon.”
Derekhowledwith laughter at that. Nic and Cory soon followed.
“Dude. That’s what you get for not having him brush his teeth first. Bacon dick.”
“Hey,everybodyloves bacon. If anything, this is only going to get me laidmore.”
“Bacon dick, new nickname!” Cory chimed in.
“New nickname,” Derek agreed, cementing Nic’s torment for at least the next couple of weeks.
“Fuck you guys,” Nic groaned. “It’s your fault my dick smells like bacon anyway.”
“I only do what I’m told, sir.” Maybe things really wouldn’t be that different after all…
A few hours later and the boys were on the road, bags loaded into Derek’s trunk as they headed home. Cory sat in the back seat, which was more often than not his regular spot. Not that he really cared about where he sat all that much. He stared out the window, watching the trees speed past as they entered the city. The car ride was quiet other than the occasional bad joke or bacon-scented burp as each of the boys contemplated the weekend in his own way.
