Page 8 of Ours
“I dunno.The Roomwas pretty fantastically terrible,” Nic called back.
“Hey, Cor, toss this in the sink and grab us some beers.” Derek held out his empty glass and continued watching the TV, not waiting for a response.
“Uh, sure, D.” Cory accepted the glass (and order) and moved toward the kitchen.
As he grabbed some of the remaining beers from the fridge, a feeling grew in the pit of his stomach. Something was coming. He walked back into the room and handed the cans to Derek and Nic, keeping one for himself.
“Good boy,” Derek said, entirely sincere, and returned to watching the movie.
Cory then realized that the two of them had moved onto the couch, and he no longer had a seat of his own. He gave them both an annoyed look before sitting on the floor between them, nursing his beer. He was gonna need it.
Nic was next to ask for something: a bag of chips. Cory received another “good boy” for his troubles. Was this their plan after last night’s blowjob training? Seriously?
After being given a few more minor tasks—another beer, Derek’s phone, turning off a lamp—Cory had resigned himself to it being a boring night. He was sadder about that fact than he wanted to admit to himself. So Derek’s next order caught him off guard.
“Cory, boy, why don’t you move over here?” Derek spoke as he pointed to the floor between his legs. “My feet are killing me. Could use a foot rub.”
“Uh.” Cory looked to where Derek was pointing before looking at the two of them on the couch. Nic was smirking, wanting to see what was going to happen next, but Derek was simply smiling gently. Expectantly. “O-okay, sir. I mean, yes, sir.”
Cory moved into position, back now turned to the TV. He could still hear it, but he wasn’t paying attention anymore. Right now, Derek had all his attention. As he took Derek’s right foot intohis hands, he looked up and met Derek’s eyes, his friend smiling down at him before returning to the movie. Well, Derek had his attention, but he wasn’t giving it back to Cory. Something about that made it even hotter.
Cory got to work. He was by no means an expert at giving foot massages, but he did his best with what knowledge he had. He rubbed his hands over it gently at first before tightening his grip and starting to press in on the muscle.
“Mmm, that’s good,” Derek said with a groan above him.
Cory smiled, growing more confident with his hands. Every noise of pleasure from Derek was like fuel on the fire. Once he had finished with the right foot, he moved onto the left. Starting off gently as he had done before, Cory watched Derek’s face this time as he worked. He did that. He was responsible for making Derek feel good.
“Fuck, boy. That was great.” Derek was practically melted into the couch, a puddle. “Definitely going to have you do that again.”
“Alright, my turn.” Nic stuck both his feet out like a child. “Let’s see if you’re really that good.”
“Yes, sir.” Cory rolled his eyes and moved over to Nic.
He began his work again, having a routine worked out now. Nic was much, much more expressive than Derek had been with a near-constant litany of under-the-breath moans and barely muttered “holy fucks.” He was also more ticklish than Derek, and Cory had a hard time holding onto his foot at times. Still, he once again enjoyed watching the face of his friend as he worked, knowing what a good job he was doing.
Eventually, he was done. The movie was still playing, but Cory had no interest in turning around to finish watching now. He remained in his spot on the floor in front of Nic, waiting to see what they might want next.
“Fuck, that was good. Good job, boy.” Nic tousled his hair as he praised him. It actually felt sincere this time, too. “And since you’re already down there…”
Nic began rubbing his cock through his shorts. Cory’s eyes were drawn to Nic’s hand and what it was doing, and he subconsciously licked his lips. He wanted more.
“Yes, sir.” He shifted onto his knees, moving closer to the couch.
Feeling confident after the foot rubs, Cory didn’t wait for Nic to pull his cock out and began to grope it through the fabric himself. He could feel it pulse as it grew under his hand. He then reached up toward Nic’s waistband and pulled it down.
Nic raised himself up slightly, allowing Cory to pull his shorts and underwear all the way off. Cory kneeled between Nic’s naked thighs staring at the exposed, pulsing cock. He reached forward to take it in his hand and began to gently stroke it, pulling the hood back over the head.
Here we are again, old friend, he told the dick in his hand. Laughing to himself, he aimed the dick toward his mouth and lowered his head, wrapping his lips around the head. Nic let out a gentle sigh as Cory began bobbing up and down his cock.
“Shit, that took a lot less work than last night,” Derek said from his seat, watching the show in front of him. “See, boy? Everyone is getting something they want. Don’t overthink it.”
Cory took note of Derek’s words as he continued to work, trying to swallow down more cock without gagging. It wasn’t easy, and memories of last night began filling Cory’s head. He managed to swallow nearly three-quarters of Nic’s dick before his gag reflex kicked in. So he soldiered on, figuring out just how much gagging he could take, drool escaping around the cock in his mouth.
After he found a good rhythm, Cory lost himself in what he was doing for a few minutes until he was brought out of hishaze by someone grabbing his wrist. To his left, Derek’s pants were already off, and he had clearly been jerking himself. Now he was closer and expected Cory to start multitasking. They were training him, after all.
Cory gripped Derek’s cock and gently stroked his hand up and down. It took a little practice at first, but he was soon able to stroke Derek’s dick with the same rhythm he was sucking Nic’s. Neither boy made any attempt to slow down or change what he was doing. It seemed to be a pleasant surprise how easily and eagerly Cory was servicing them.
For his part, Cory simply wasn’t letting himself think too much about it. He knew he would probably regret doing that later, but he also knew that he would have regretted not doing this when he had the chance. Derek was right. Everyone was getting something they wanted, so why fight it?
