Chapter 3

" O ww."

The whine came from Cory in the center of the bed. Cory, who had been on the receiving end of two very rough fuckings last night. Who had lost his virginity last night.

"Heh, pretty sore, huh, boy?" Derek was already awake.

So was Nic, but neither had quite felt up to actually getting out of bed just yet. Getting up meant having to pack. All of their parents were expecting them home before dinner. They had school tomorrow.

"Yes, sir" was mumbled into a pillow.

It was still the morning, earlier than when they had gotten up yesterday. They probably had a couple of hours to putter around before they needed to get on the road. Derek stretched his legs from his spot behind Cory, making sure to give his ass a good grind with his morning wood before swinging his legs to the floor. He walked over to the kitchen.

"Come on. I bought bacon and eggs just for today," he said as he pulled out a couple of pans for the stove.

"Duuuuuuude, you're the best" was Nic's reaction, also mumbled into a pillow.

Eventually the smell of cooking bacon was too much, and both boys migrated from the bed to the small table, eyes still heavy. Neither boy was really a morning person, but somehow Derek was always able to wake up easily. Cory winced slightly as he sat, his sore ass a thorough reminder of the previous night's activities. Once he finished cooking, Derek brought over two large plates, one filled with bacon and the other scrambled eggs. Nic and Cory reached automatically for a piece of bacon before even grabbing a plate.

"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 turn after they 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 was definitely going 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."

Derek howled with 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, everybody loves bacon. If anything, this is only going to get me laid more ."

" 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.

Since he lived the closest, Derek turned into Cory's apartment complex first, driving around the buildings until he reached Cory's door. As Cory stepped out and got his stuff from the trunk, Derek and Nic followed him.

"Alright, we'll pick you up in the morning for school like usual," Derek said as he closed the trunk for Cory.

"Remember to follow all the rules we talked about," Nic added.

"Yes … sirs." Cory nodded.

"Oh yeah, one more rule I almost forgot about," Derek started again. "No jerking off."

"What!?" Cory was indignant (and a little turned on).

"You heard him, boy." Nic looked cocky. "Personally, I don't really care what you do with your dick, but the way Derek explained it, this way we can keep you horny and ready to go for when we want."

"Yes, sir," Cory agreed reluctantly. "Anything else?"

"Nope! See ya in the morning." Derek gave his hair a ruffle before both he and Nic turned to get back in the car.

Cory sighed as he watched his friends pull away and then turned and walked toward his front door. This had been such a weird weekend. But, like, good weird. He tried to ignore his cock, but the more he thought about how he couldn't jerk off, the more he wanted to, while at the same time wanting to follow his orders. It was a very confusing and erection-inducing catch-22. Shaking his head, he unlocked the door.

"Mom, I'm home!" Cory called out as he walked in, relocking the door behind him.

"Cory! In here, prepping some meatballs for dinner later," Cory's mother Julia called back from the kitchen.

Cory tossed his bag over the couch and walked into the kitchen, kissing his mom on the cheek as her hands were currently full of meat. It had been just Cory and his mom for as long as he could remember. His dad checked out when he was really young, and Cory hadn't spoken to him in over a decade. His mom raised him herself, always working full-time to make sure they had a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. Cory tried to do anything he could to help out around the house, but his mom wouldn't even let him get a part-time job. She wanted him to focus on school—and Cory knew that without a scholarship, he'd never be able to afford college. Not unless he wanted to be paying back student loans for the rest of his life.

"How was the cabin? How are Derek and Nic?" Julia inquired as she continued to mold meatballs, placing them in a glass casserole dish for later. "You guys get up to much trouble?"

"Uh, good." Cory was glad she couldn't see him blush as he remembered all the "trouble" they got into. "Same as always. Nothing special. Just hung out, watched movies, played video games."

"It's so nice of Linda and Rob to let you boys use that place so much," Julia continued, speaking about Derek's mother and father. "I should do something to say thank you. There's this cake recipe I saw on Facebook that I've been meaning to try…" Cory's mom loved finding excuses to bake.

"I'm sure they'll love it, Mom." Cory wasn't sure how his mom had the energy sometimes. "I'm gonna go unpack and stuff. Love you!" Cory called behind him, grabbing his bag from the couch and heading to his room.

"Love you, too! Dinner at 7!" After hearing his mom's response, Cory closed his door and threw his bag on his bed. He then flopped down on his mattress next to it. He had a million thoughts running through his head and didn't know where to begin.

"I told you to stop stealing my clothes!"

"You don't even wear this shirt anymore! I'm putting it to good use!"

"By going in my closet and stealing my clothes!"

Nic hung his keys by the door as he walked into the middle of yet another of his sisters' fights. This was a fairly regular occurrence, so he ignored them and walked back to his room, dropping off his stuff.

" Carajo, why are you screaming in my living room again ?" That was Nic's father, Raphael. "What is it this time?"

"Dani keeps going into my closet and stealing my clothes!" Nic's eldest sister Gabriela complained.

"She doesn't even wear them anymore! Papa, I am just trying to make sure the clothes you paid for are being worn!" Daniela tried to appeal to her father's more practical side.

"How can I wear them if they are never in my own closet ?" Gabby screeched back.

Nic reentered the living room and saw his father was pinching the bridge of his nose, a typical response to his teenage daughters' frequent clashes.

" Daniela , do I not buy you enough of your own clothes?" Raphael spoke with his eyes closed.

"Yes, but—"

"Stop taking your sister's things without asking. And both of you stop screaming in my home, or I will give you something to scream about."

"But Papa —!"

" Enough. Go see if your mother needs help in the kitchen. Now ."

That was the end of that. Daniela and Gabriela both marched out of the room, expressions still sour but mouths shut. Their dad had a talent for shutting down their ever-escalating screaming matches.

" Puta madre… Nic!" His father turned, seeing him standing in the hall. "When did you get home?"

"Just now, Dad."

"Must have been nice to come home to that." Raphael sighed and shook his head. "I swear they fight more every week…"

"Yeah… You know I try to stay out of it." Nic knew that was an exaggeration, but his sisters had been fighting more lately. He just figured it was them being girls in high school.

"You got a game coming up this week, don't you?" There it was. Football was probably the only thing he and his dad seemed to talk about anymore.

It wasn't that Nic didn't like football—quite the opposite, he loved it. It just seemed like the only time his dad wanted to talk to him was when it had something to do with football. The times he seemed most proud were after winning a game, and the longer time went on, the less they had to talk about.

Nic's parents, Raphael and Luciana, married young but waited a few years to have any children. Raphael was a successful trial lawyer and his mother a proud homemaker. Raphael worked hard to make sure he provided well for his family but as a result was rarely home to connect with his children. He was just as clueless about how to interact with his kids as they were him.

"Yeah, home game on Friday." Coach had been riding them pretty hard as the season went on. "We're 5-1 so far."

Raphael smiled. "Your mother and I will see you in action on Friday." Nic did like that—his family tried to never miss a game if they could help it. "All that hard work is paying off. Keep it up and you'll have your pick of colleges next year."

"Heh, yeah." Nic wasn't even sure if he wanted to play football in college yet. "That would be … pretty great."

"Alright, I've got some work to finish now that I can concentrate." And there's the exit. "Tell your mother she might have to come get me for dinner."

"Okay, Dad," Nic said to an already empty room. He sighed.

Nic walked into the home's large kitchen, his mother over the stove tending to a number of boiling pots. The smell of cumin and coriander was thick in the air. Goddamn, Nic loved his mother's cooking. She had learned everything from her mother, Nic's abuelita , and had done her best to pass her skills on to her own children, Nic included.

" Mama , I'm home!" Nic walked over to his mother, who immediately turned to embrace him.

"Nicolas, mijo ." She kissed him on the cheek as she squeezed him before turning back to the stove. "How was your weekend?"

"Good . Dad says to get him from his office when dinner's ready," Nic passed along his father's message.

"That man never stops working, I swear…" Luciana shook her head. "Going to work himself to death one day."

"Where are Gabby and Dani?" Nic looked around for his sisters. "Dad sent them in here to help you."

"Oh, I sent them to the store. When they're fighting, they only end up getting in my way." Nic's mom tended to be more practical about these things. "After spending all that time together in the store and car, by the time they are home, they will either have made up or not be speaking to each other at all. Either way, less headache for Mama."

Nic snorted. "You should teach Dad your tricks. He never knows what to do so he sends them to you."

"That man doesn't even remember to eat unless I remind him." He usually didn't.

"Dinner smells good, Mom." Nic kissed his mother on the cheek as he made his exit. "I gotta go unpack!"

"Okay, mijo, I'll call you when dinner's ready!" she called up the stairs behind him.

"I'm hoooooooome!" Derek shouted to a house he knew was empty.

His parents had been traveling on business the past four days. His mother was a management consultant and his father an event planner, so they traveled a lot. With his older brother Craig in college, it was a fairly regular occurrence that he would have the place to himself.

Walking through the halls, past all the empty rooms, he reached his and tossed his bag to the side before flopping down on the bed. He was bored, as he often was when he was home. There was plenty to do, but none of it really interested him all that much, not by himself—which was why he would usually find any reason he could to get out of the house.

His parents loved him, and he loved them, but as he got older and their respective businesses took off, they spent less and less time at home. By the time his brother had left for school, Derek was used to spending weeks alone at a time. He had his own car. His parents made sure he had food and that the house was taken care of. But fuck, he was lonely.

He had been thinking about asking his parents if he could get a dog, but he knew he'd just have to leave it here when he went to college next year. Then that fateful night with Cory's laptop had happened, and suddenly Derek had something to help occupy all that free time. Since then, he had spent many a night on all sorts of websites, looking at and reading about all kinds of kinks—all in the name of research, of course.

That reminded him: He needed to text Cory.

[Derek: Hey, boy. Being good?]

[Cory: Hello sir. Yes sir]

Derek smiled. He hadn't had to correct Cory on much so far. He was a natural.

[Derek: Unpack yet?]

[Cory: Not yet sir, just about to]

[Derek: Go check the front pouch of your backpack]

Derek had left Cory a surprise that, judging by his internet history, Cory would love—a jockstrap. Derek had made a point of wearing one a few times last week. Derek saw that a lot of what Cory had been jerking it to was sweaty, musky guys, often in a jockstrap and occasionally stuffing that jockstrap in the mouth of the boy that was about to get fucked. Derek was willing to bet Cory would still be sniffing that jock long after his scent was gone. It was a few moments before Cory responded.

[Cory: Wow uh thank you sir I think]

[Derek: What, don't like it?]

[Cory: Oh no its very hot sir I just don't know what to do with it]

[Derek: Well you were good this weekend considering it was your first time for everything, so that's your reward. You have permission to jerk off tonight while you sniff that jock]

[Cory: Thank you sir! Any other rules?]

[Derek: Nah, you can jerk it once and then you can do whatever else you want with that jock. I'll let you know when I want it back]

[Cory: Thank you sir]

Yeah , Derek thought, this is gonna be fun.

"Derek and Nic are here. Bye, Mom!" Cory shouted as he closed the door, heading for Nic's car. Ever since Derek and then Nic got a car, it had become a routine: Nic and Derek taking turns driving to school. With Cory's house on the way, it was never an issue to pick him up too. Cory opened the backseat door and tossed his bag in.

"Morning."

"Mornin'."

"Goooooood morning, sirs," Cory practically chirped. Morning car rides were usually pretty quiet, the boys still pretty groggy from sleep, but Cory woke up today feeling great . He happily smiled out the window as the houses passed until Nic turned into the school's parking lot. Once parked, all three boys grabbed their bags and got out, scattering in different directions for their first classes.

"See ya at lunch!" Nic shouted behind him.

"Yeah, later." Derek turned toward the science building and took off himself.

"See ya!" Cory responded and headed to his first class—pre-calculus.

"Hey, Cory." That was Stephanie Jones, Cory's best friend after Nic and Derek.

"Hey, Steph." Cory took his seat and pulled out his stuff for class.

"You have a good weekend?" Stephanie asked.

"Uh, yeah. What about you?"

"Eh, it was okay. My aunt was in town, so on the one hand, I got to go to some nice dinners with the family. On the other hand, I had to spend dinners with my family," Stephanie deadpanned. "What about you? Do anything fun?"

"Nope, nothing really." Cory hoped his blush wasn't visible. "You know, hung with the guys, played video games…"

"That's cool." Luckily, Steph was too busy looking through her notebook to notice anything. "Sometimes doing nothing is the best thing."

"Yeah … nothing exciting at all…" Cory trailed off into his thoughts.

Truth be told, Cory knew that if there was anybody he could tell about this weekend, it was Steph. But Cory hadn't come out to even her yet. He thought that telling her that he spent the weekend sucking off and getting fucked by his best friends might be a bit too much right now. Lucky for him, the bell rang.

"Alright class, open to page 124," Mrs. Anderson, the teacher, instructed. "Today, we are going over vectors."

The rest of Cory's morning all went the same way—boring. His second class of the day was physics, which he had with Derek. They took their usual seats next to each other and had their usual banter, nothing out of the ordinary. The same thing happened in his third class, economics, which he had with Nic. They took their seats and talked like normal. Cory was beginning to think that things really wouldn't be that different.

Then, just as class was getting out, he felt his phone vibrate. It was Nic.

[Nic: Meet me by the bathrooms before we go to lunch]

Cory looked up to find Nic, who gave him a look before indicating with his head that Cory should follow him. Walking slower than the other students and letting them pass, Nic and Cory turned down a different hall that lead to the nearest bathroom. Once inside, Nic checked the stalls to make sure they were alone, then once he knew they were, he locked the door behind him.

"Finally, I've been waiting all damn morning for a blowjob." Nic was already reaching into his jeans and pulling out his cock. He sat up on the low counter between sinks, cock in hand. "Come on. We don't have a lot of time if you still wanna make it to lunch."

It took a Cory a moment to process what was going on, but once he saw Nic's hard cock, that was all he could focus on.

"Yes, sir." He swallowed nervously, kneeling between Nic's spread legs, looking around somewhat nervously. "Sir, what if—"

"The door's locked, and this bathroom barely gets used anyway," Nic pointed out. "Quit whining and get my dick in your mouth. The longer you complain, the longer we're gonna be here."

Cory moved to the floor between Nic's legs, the cold tile digging into his knees. He swallowed his nerves and then Nic's cock. Or at least as much of it as he could. He tried to focus on what he was doing, but everything around him kept distracting him. The way the fluorescent lights were buzzing overhead, the low hum of the air conditioner. Even the way the—

"Hey." A light cuff to his head got his attention. "The hell are you doing, boy? Let's go. I'm hungry and only one of us is getting fed here."

"Thorry thir," Cory apologized, resuming his work immediately, this time focusing on Nic: the way he tasted in his mouth, the musky smell of his crotch that grew strong each time his head bobbed down, the small pants of pleasure that came from his mouth when Cory would swallow down just a little more cock that usual. The rest of the world faded into the background.

Cory had his left hand wrapped around the base of Nic's cock to help cover the areas his mouth couldn't. It didn't take long for Cory to once again figure out how much cock he could take before gagging. As he worked, he ran his tongue along the underside of Nic's cock, mapping more of it with each pass of his mouth. As he felt Nic's cockhead tickle the back of his throat, he started to experiment by swallowing just a little too much, nearly triggering his gag reflex. It was never going to go away if he didn't start practicing, after all.

"Fuck…" Nic cursed to himself. " There we go." He moved one of his hands instinctively to the back of Cory's head.

Though Nic couldn't see it, Cory warmed at the praise. By now he had figured out that the hand in his hair didn't mean he was doing poorly. If anything, it meant the opposite—Cory was sucking dick well enough for Nic to need something to hold onto. Using his spit, Cory started to jerk Nic's dick in time with his mouth—he was going to make Nic cum, goddammit.

"Fuck, boy. I'm getting close," Nic warned. It was like music to Cory's ears. He nearly redoubled his efforts, concentrating on being as consistent as possible and then—

Two hands were suddenly forcing his head all the way down, Nic's cock practically punching its way into his throat as he started to blow his first load of the day. Cory struggled futilely as another load was blasted into his throat before realizing the best thing for him to do right then was to swallow . As the third and fourth shots hit his throat, he did his best to swallow it down but was still fighting against his gag reflex in vain.

Cory's hair was released as soon as Nic was done cumming. He immediately fell back in a coughing fit, his lungs too eager for the air and sucking some of Nic's unswallowed semen down the wrong pipe. As he hacked his lungs up, Cory looked up at Nic, eyes still closed and catching his breath. He had a red mark on his lip from where he had been biting it. Cory watched as his hairy muscular stomach heaved and his heart rate lowered, his cock still half hard and pointing at Cory. A small amount of cum was still hanging from the tip, and without thinking, Cory moved forward to clean it with his mouth.

"I didn't even have to tell you to do that." Nic sounded proud.

Cory finished cleaning off Nic's cock and then released it. Nic tucked himself back in his shorts and hopped off the counter to fix the rest of his clothes. Cory moved to the mirror to make sure he wasn't looking out of the ordinary as well.

"Oh my god." There was cum leaking from his nostril. Cum actually came out of his nose. He turned to glare at Nic, who could only chuckle.

"Sorry about that." Nic zipped up his jeans. "I thought I was helping. Making sure you swallowed everything!"

"Well, I don't think it ended up being all that helpful, sir ." He also thought that was a load of bullshit—Nic knew exactly what he was doing.

"Woah." Nic's face scrunched up as Cory spoke. "You're gonna want to invest in some gum or breath mints, boy. Your breath smells like… Well, like cum. Now come on. I'm hungry."

Cory gave him a "no shit" look and then quickly made to wash his face and rinse his mouth out. There were vending machines on the way to the lunch quad that had gum. He'd make Nic buy him a pack.

A couple of hours later, Cory was chewing his second piece of gum in his last period of the day, English. Technically there was another period after this one, but since he was a senior, Cory didn't have to have a full schedule and was allowed to leave campus an hour early. Derek had the same schedule, but because of football practice, Nic did not.

Speaking of Derek, Cory had no idea where he was. When he and Nic had made it to lunch earlier, Derek was nowhere to be seen, and he should actually be in this class right now with Cory, but his desk remained empty. Their teacher was up at the front, talking about Chaucer, but Cory was only half paying attention. Just as he was debating sneaking his phone out to fire off a text, the classroom door opened and in walked Derek. He didn't look happy. He handed a note to the teacher and took his seat in silence.

Cory looked over to him, trying to see what was wrong, but Derek merely shook his head. They'd talk after class. Cory tried to pay attention the rest of the period, but his mind kept going back to whatever was wrong with Derek. It was about twenty-five more minutes before the bell finally rang, the students spilling into the halls to make their way to their last classes of the day. A few like Cory and Derek instead headed toward the front of the school to leave campus. Nic didn't have practice today, so as far as Cory knew, they were all driving home together.

Cory figured he was right when Derek instead began walking toward the auditorium, a favorite of theirs for hanging out after class. As long as the drama club wasn't working on a show, the building was almost always completely empty—and air conditioned, the perfect place for hormonal teens to be left alone for hours at a time.

Derek held the door open for Cory, making sure it shut behind them. They walked through the lobby to the main theatre, the lights on but very dim. It seemed they were alone, and Derek hopped up to peak backstage just to be sure.

"Good because I seriously do not feel like dealing with anyone else." Derek lowered himself to the stage. "On your knees, boy. I need your mouth. Now."

Cory shook of the shock of the order as quickly as he could, getting in position before his sir.

"Don't worry. I'm not angry with you, but just…" Derek didn't finish his sentence, fishing his cock out of his fly and pushing into Cory's mouth. "Guess who surprised me this morning after first period?"

Cory looked up at him questioningly.

"My parents!" Derek didn't look happy about this development. He fed more of his cock into Cory's mouth.

Derek's parents were gone a lot, usually for work. Derek didn't really like talking about it, but over the years, Cory had figured it out. He was good at hiding it, usually, but Cory started noticing that whenever his parents were gone, Derek would seemingly find whatever excuse he could to hang out at his or Nic's place. It must be lonely in that house on his own. So as Cory began to suck on Derek's cock, he wondered what exactly had him so upset.

"They're going to be in Australia for three months."

Cory's eyes opened wide at that. Three months? It was already October now.

"Mom got a consulting job she can't pass up, and Dad found some other work in the same area himself so he can stay with her." Both of Derek's hands were on the back of his head, and he began to move his hips forward rather than letting Cory's head move.

"They told me I could go with them," Derek continued speaking to his captive audience, "but I don't exactly feel like spending almost half of my senior year being the new kid at a new school in a foreign country." That was a fair point.

Derek was moving his hips faster now, and Cory was starting to have a hard time keeping up with it. On top of that, Derek was starting to push in far enough that Cory was starting to get worried about his gag reflex. Again.

"And of-fucking-course, they're surprised that I'm pissed off about this." Derek punctuated his curses with a series of quick, long thrusts. "What teenager doesn't want to be left alone for three months? It's not like a kid would ever want their parents around, right?" Derek's grip suddenly tightened. "Not like the one thing he wants is for them to Just. Fucking. Be there. " Derek again punctuated his words with his hips, this time holding Cory's head nearly all the way down after the last one.

Derek didn't say anything more, not with his mouth. After pulling his cock back out and letting Cory catch his breath for a moment, he drove it right back in, right down to the balls. After that, Derek's cock was never more than three-quarters out of Cory's mouth. He quickly began thrusting and was giving Cory no choice but to try and keep up.

With his head being steadily held in place, Cory was doing his best. He could feel the drool starting to escape the corners of his mouth as it was pushed out by Derek's cock. He had completely given up on suppressing his gag reflex and was now just trying to focus on not scraping anything with his teeth or spitting anything up.

If it wasn't in his mouth right now, he would have trouble believing just how much of it he was taking. With each thrust forward, he could feel the tickle of Derek's pubic hair on the tip of his nose. His throat was stretched to capacity and his eyes were watering. And yet despite all the discomforts, he was rock hard inside his pants.

Desperate for something to hold onto, Cory's hands scrambled until they found Derek's thighs, holding on tightly. Above him, he could only hear the heavy grunting as Derek continued to fuck his face, hard and deep. Cory couldn't even move his head enough to look up so he had no idea what might have been going through his mind. But that was the idea, wasn't it? Cory was just here to provide a service, a hole. Twice today, his friends had taken him aside and made him suck their cocks. And this was only the first day. The thought that this could happen more … would happen more… Cory moaned around the cock in his mouth and throat. Unsure if it was his moan that triggered it, Cory felt as Derek's thrusting slowed slightly but maintained its movement nonetheless. Cory knew what was coming: Derek.

"Fuck… Here it comes…" As his jerking hips lost their rhythm, Cory felt his head being pulled forward to meet them. "Fucking … take it…"

Cory could feel Derek's cock get even thicker in his mouth as he began to shoot. His face was mashed down as far as it could go. As he felt Derek's cum shoot down his gullet, he wasn't even sure he could spit it back up if he wanted to. It was being deposited directly into his stomach. Cory moaned again, weakly. Despite the abuse, he was still just so turned on.

Once the grip on his head relented, Cory pulled back, drawing in large amounts of air but thankfully not coughing. He leaned against Derek's legs as he caught his breath. He felt a hand on his cheek.

"Shit. Sorry, boy." Derek stroked his cheek again. "Didn't mean to be that rough … but thank you. I needed that."

"You're welcome, sir." Cory smiled. His throat was sore, his face a mess, and his cock was so hard it almost hurt. "That's what I'm here for," he croaked out.

He was happy.