Schoolboy Crush

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Sure the title is no longer appropriate but the smut rolls on…..

School Boy Crush: Chapter 11

Omi was drifting in and out of sleep. This was his absolute favorite thing: falling asleep on the couch with Aya. It was so comfortable, so domestic. The four of them had settled down in the old mission room they had converted into a mini home theatre to watch some classic black and white horror movies. Ken and Yohji sprawled out on the floor with pillows after the first movie giving Omi and Aya free use of the couch. Par for the course during the third film they started fading away. Right now the room was dim as the TV silently flickered on with no one watching. Aya was wrapped around Omi asleep, his warm breath trickling over the back of Omi’s neck. Omi grinned to himself, snuggling his body between Aya and the soft furniture basking in his contentment. As he prepared to really fall asleep, soft wet sounds rose to his ears. He opened his eyes and leaned forward to curiously look over the edge of his makeshift bed. The glow from the TV reveled Ken and Yohji making out on the floor. Yohji had his back to Omi and Ken lay facing him. Omi stifled a small giggle at the smacking sounds the two lovers were making. He’d only heard that sound in the movies not in real life. At least he’d never noticed it if he and Aya made that noise. There were always other sounds going on when they made out: growling, moaning, dirty anxious words.

Omi watched as Ken became more aggressive moving his head faster and evidently diving hard into Yohji’s mouth. As Yohji moaned into Ken’s heated attack, Omi felt his pulse quicken. Ken was pushing Yohji onto his back and urging the man’s hands above his head. He held them together by the wrists with one hand as the other came down to stoke Yohji’s lithe form. Ken rubbed his lower body against Yohji’s as he continued to eat the man’s face. They were both panting and letting little gasps of pleasure escape. Ken’s free hand ducked under Yohji’s shirt to caress a nipple making Yohji arch his back against the floor. Arching like that in the shadowy light of the TV, Yohji looked exotic.

“Don’t move.” Ken whispered. He let go of Yohji’s wrists and took the hem of Yohji’s short with both hands. He gracefully lifted it up and used the garment to tie Yohji’s wrists. Omi was intrigued by how smooth and easy Ken moved doing this, like he’s done it a thousand times.

Ken sat on top of Yohji straddling his hips and lifted off his own shirt. Ken’s body was beautiful in a way that made you swoon. He wasn’t bulky, or slight or overly lean, it was just perfect. Ken was stroking his own chest as he sat on top of Yohji. Yohji, who was unable to do anything, groaned in his frustration. Ken circled his pink points and rocked a little harder against Yohji. Omi was beside himself. If he weren’t so damn comfy he’d be throwing Ken down right now.

As Ken’s hands slowly snaked down his stomach to his belt in a display of erotic self pleasure Yohji asked quietly, “Wanna go upstairs?” Ken unbuckled thet ant and opened his shorts. He leaned down and reached out to touch Yohji’s bare stomach with his tongue. He slithered all the way up to Yohji’s chin. Omi could see Yohji shudder with pleasure.

“No. I want take you here. Where you first touched me.” Ken slowly nibbled on Yohji’s neck. Yohji looked over at the couch where his eyes met Omi’s. He smiled slyly before turning back to his tormentor.

Omi felt Aya stir as a hot tongue flickered behind his ear. Aya’s mouth nipped it’s way down to Omi’s shoulder. He rest headhead there against Omi and watched the two lovers on the floor. Omi felt Aya’s hand slip down and press against his swelling column of flesh. Aya stroked Omi through his pants. Omi tried to concentrate on the show instead of Aya. He’d never seen Ken fuck Yohji. You might think watching people you know have sex would be weird but Omi thought it was way hotter than any porno he’d ever seen. Omi reached down to stay Aya’s hand. He didn’t want it gone but he didn’t want to distract the others while he screamed in ecstasy, either.

Ken was now opening Yohji’s pants. He took them down only as far asneedneeded to. His hands and face caressed the silky thighs. Yohji’s body undulated in a slow soft dance beneath Ken’s advances. His breathing was jagged, scattered with grunts of pleasure and impatience. He could have thrown Ken off at anytime and made him do as he pleased but that wasn’t part of the game. He was supposed to surrender, to abandon himself to Ken’s heavenly torture.

Omi opened his pants to let Aya in. He felt the firm fingers take his aching sex as Ken took hold of Yohji’s. Aya was mimicking the touches played out before them. Aya’s heavy breathing roared in Omi’s ear making the boy even hotter. Omi felt Aya rub his stiff cock into his backside. Omi grabbed hold of the couched and stayed his eyes on Ken and Yohji.

Ken was kissing the underside of Yohji’s cock making his way to the tight pucker that throbbed lower. He kissed it, sucked at it, and pressed his tongue into it as one hand stroked the trembling rod and the other squeezed Yohji’s balls. Yohji was lifting his hips up from the floor begging to feel more of Ken. “Oh fuck me…please Ken” he breathed. Ken didn’t stop his enjoyment of Yohji’s body. He only stroked and licked and sucked because Yohji was begging for more. Yohji’s head lolled left and right as he rocked his body trying to find more of Ken.

Ken finally stopped to take a small tube from the pants shoved down to his knees. He applied it liberally to his fingers and thrust two into the heaving body before him.

“YES!” Yohji gasped as Ken stroked his insides roughly. Omi put his hand around Aya’s and tightened it on his shaft. He guided Aya into making short hard yanks as they watched Ken reaching inside Yohji. Aya was pressing himself hard into Omi’s back grinding himself against Omi. “Be good,” Omi warned. He had to see Ken and Yohji going all the way.

Ken had removed his fingers and was crawling up Yohji’s body to get into position. He held his tip at Yohji’s entrance and stared down at the ‘helpless’ man. “Is this how you wanted it?” Ken rocked forward and back teasing Yohji. He suddenly lunged forward taking Yohji all the way up to the hilt.

“Ungh!” Yohji grunted as Ken heaved in and out of him. “Perfect you’re…perfect!” Unable to contain himself he pulled his hands from their make shift bindings and took hold of Ken, thrusting up against the man taking him so roughly.

Aya moaned into Omi’s ear as his driving hips stilled. Omi felt wetness seeping into the back of his shirt. Aya’s hand stroked Omi hard and fast. Omi watched the writhing forms in front of him clearing advancing to their completion as their motions became more frantic and hectic. The sounds of their passion filled the room; the slap of skin on skin, labored breath and frustrated groans. Omi heard himself begging to come.

As soon as Ken’s hands took Yohji’s bobbing shaft Yohji was over the edge. His legs seized Ken tightly as the waves coursed through him.

It was Omi’s stifled cry that sent Ken into oblivion. He looked over at Omi and smiled as he watched Aya kissing the boy’s neck and milking out the last of his come.

Finally free to do as he pleased, Yohji Pulled Ken down for a wild, sloppy kiss.

Omi lay still trying to catch his breath. ‘Fuck being florists,’ he thought, ‘we should be god, damn, porn stars.’

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Note from craxy: Sorry for the long silence. This was done hastily so please excuse typos, misspellings and lack of substance. I just wanted to get something up. tee hee hee. Is there more you ask? mmmm probably….