Page 6 of Ours
Still buzzed from the beer, Cory seemed to almost zone out as he sucked and jerked his friends. If they were talking to him, he wasn’t hearing it. The scents surrounding him only served to intoxicate him further, pushing any other thoughts and the rest of the world away. Nic smelled and tasted different than Derek. With both being athletic teenage boys, there were some similarities, but Nic tasted just a little saltier, or at least not as sweet as Derek.Maybe it’s their diets.
“Wow, he’s really into this,” Derek mused, watching Cory swallow down Nic. “He’s a natural.”
“Ehn, he’s doing alright.” Nic, ever the impatient one, was ready to move things along. “Time to really kick start his training, don’t you think?”
Derek gave a puzzled look as Nic placed one hand on the back of Cory’s head and pushed down. Not expecting the sudden manual guidance, Cory gagged as the cock hit the back of his throat and pulled off coughing. Nic chuckled as he regained his composure.
“Sorry about that. Just trying to help.” Cory shot Nic a glare. “Hey, watch it, boy. Back on your knees.” His tone was almost daring him to say no.
“Yes, sir. Sorry,” Cory apologized and moved back to his spot between Nic’s legs. He didn’t want this to stop either.
“Okay. I want you to try to take as much of my cock as you can and then hold it.” As Nic spoke, he placed his hand back on Cory’s head. “We start with just a few seconds and then have you work up to going longer and longer. We’ll have you swallowing our cocks in no time.”
Cory looked at Nic, annoyed, cock still lodged in his mouth.
“Let’s go, boy.” With a push, his head was lowered further. Cory went as far as he could go before stopping, feeling the head of Nic’s cock tickling the back of his throat.
“Alright, Cor, I’ve trainedtonsof girls to deep throat my cock. I gotchu,” Nic lied a little. It wasmaybetwo, but that was still more experience than Cory had. “Breathe through your nose and try to keep your throat relaxed.”
Easy for you to say.That was Cory’s final thought before having his throat stretched around a dick for the first time. It started out so fine, Cory almost hadn’t realized anything had happened. He felt the cock in his throat alright; it was just more pressure really.
Then he tried to swallow.
“I told you not to swallow.” As Cory coughed and hacked his lungs up on the floor, Nic could only look down on him and sigh.
“No, you didn’t!” Cory choked out between coughs.
“Oh. Well, I meant to. Don’t swallow. You’re not at that skill level yet.” Nic spoke as though this was very obvious information that Cory should have known.
With another glare, Cory resumed his position in front of Nic. Nic was very tempted to point out he did so without being asked,but he bit his tongue. Instead, he put his hand back on Cory’s head and guided him back to the now spit-slick cock.
Cory fared better this time around. Soon, he was able to take just over half of Nic’s dick without gagging. He learned to time his breathing, zoning out as he methodically bobbed up and down, the smells and tastes once again clouding his senses.
“Fuck, see? Heisa natural,” Derek said from his spot on the couch, transfixed by the scene next to him.
“Oh yeah, you definitely pegged him for this,” Nic agreed with a sigh. Cory seemed to not hear them, content to continue swallowing down more dick.
The longer Cory sucked, the more attuned to the tastes of his friend he became. Nic was steadily leaking precum directly onto his tongue every time his dick passed over it, and the thought was causing Cory to subconsciously salivate even more, some escaping around his lips and down Nic’s cock as he would pull back. Cory either didn’t notice or didn’t care, content to continue doing this all night…
Which is why the second hand on his head, suddenly forcing him all the way down was more than a little surprising. As was the way Nic’s cock seemed to grow thicker for a moment before it began shooting his load directly into Cory’s throat. After only two spurts, Cory pulled back, once again violently hacking and coughing onto the floor. A single shot landed on Cory’s face as he fell on his ass, Nic’s remaining load spilling out onto his thigh.
Cory again glared up at Nic, who was cracking up on the couch at his reaction, dick still in hand. Derek attempted to maintain his composure but was unable to stop a few snorts escaping over Cory’s predicament.
“Sorry, Cor! Shoulda warned you I was about to shoot, but I didn’t want you chickening out and pulling back!” Nic explained through laughs. “A good cocksucker is supposed to swallow,especially the loads of hot straight studs like me.” He flashed his teeth in a cocky smile.
Cory continued to glare, looking for his discarded shirt to wipe his face. He coughed a few more times, each time tasting a little more of Nic’s load as it exited his airway, swallowing it back down without thinking about it. Now that he wasn’t choking to death, he didn’t mind the taste. But Nic didn’t have to be such a dick about it.
“Come here, boy.” Derek patted his thigh. “I’ll treat you better than that dumb asshole.” He wiggled his hard cock with his other hand.
With one final glare, Cory moved back over to Derek. He liked him better, he decided. And to prove that, he lowered his mouth to Derek’s cock without being told and began repeating the skills he had just finished practicing on Nic.
Derek was thicker than Nic, so finding the right rhythm took a second. Cory could feel his throat being stretched even further than before as he made a few experimental test bobs. Once he had it set though, he felt confident in his skills.
Partly because he wanted to show Derek thanks for his relative kindness, largely because he wanted to stick it to Nic, and entirely because of the alcohol, Cory decided to try a few things. Just with his hands, for now. He started by gently running them up and down Derek’s thighs. Then he brushed one hand against his balls in time with the bobbing of his head, eliciting a gentle sigh from Derek’s mouth. He gripped onto the warm sack a little more firmly and allowed his remaining free hand to roam higher, against Derek’s stomach and chest.
“Shit, I didn’t get that kind of treatment,” Nic whined.
“Well, I’m not a dick,” Derek replied without ever looking up. Cory’s eyes were closed, either in concentration or because he had once again zoned out, but either way, he looked almostpeaceful. Happy, even. Derek could feel his own load building up, nearly ready to rise to the surface.
