Schoolboy Crush

Hallo….here’s the promised treat….Lucky Chapter 13…


School Boy Crush 13

The two naked, sated boys lay along side the two clothed, aroused boys.

“So,” Aya whispered, “where’s our treat?”

Omi giggled and sat up from the pile of bodies. “Ok but you have to turn and face the TV.”

Yohji moaned, “Do we have to?” He wasn’t exactly ready to move yet.

“Oh, I think you’ll want to,” said Ken as he helped Yohji reposition.

Omi bounded up full of energy and ran to the kitchen pealing clothing as he went.

The other men slowly moved around rearranging on the floor to enable a proper view of the screen. Ken took his queue from Omi and removed his clothing before curling up with Aya and Yohji. He felt his stomach fill with butterflies as they waited for Omi.

Omi returned with a goofy grin on his face and round disk in hand. “Now don’t get mad but Ken and I didn’t exactly make deliveries today.”

“Really?” sneered Yohji, “And I suppose the truck didn’t actually break down either?” He pulled Ken close to nibble on his ear.

Omi sheepishly smiled and waggled his head no. “Now get comfy boys!” He said excitedly as he plopped on the floor and inserted the disc into the player. Omi grabbed the remotes and crawled back to his puddle of loverse wie wiggled his bare flesh between Aya and Yohji and exchanged a knowing grin with Ken who was nestled in Yohji’s lap. Omi pointed the remote and the movie began.

All that could be seen at first was white. As they watched, the white became textured and folded, moving like soft waves of fabric. The picture continued to focus. The white cloth revealed to be shirts of two people standing very close together. A length of fabric moved and a small tan hand, shocking against the pure white, slid up upwards. There was no music, not talking. Jut the quiet rustle of crisp fabric and two sets of lungs breathing steadily. The white figures became more active, arms reaching, hands fumbling through the delicate folds. Breathing became labored, the rumpling of fabric faded under new sounds of wet heavy kissing and soft, sweet moans as the camera panned slowly upward.

Yohji sighed, “Man if this is just some old crappy porn-“

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Aya cutting off Yohji.

Omi squealed and clapped his hands in glee. There on the screen were Ken and himself languidly devouring each other’s mouths.

“When…how…. OH. MY. GOD.” Yohji watched the TV in disbelief as his boyfriend pushed Omi’s shirt back kissing the softly muscled shoulders. When Yohji looked down at Ken he was all shades of red but deep in his eyes a glimmer of pride as he watched himself caressing Omi.

“Isn’t it great!?” beamed Omi. His words began to spew rapidly from his lips “We did the last shoot today so they let us preview it, which is why we were so late it’s just a rough, sorta like a screen test type thing, to see if we were goo good, which is why there’s not titles and stuff you know, when we were doing it, I knew if felt hot, but we I first saw it this aftermmrrrmphm rammffh umya?”

“SSSHHHHHHH!!!!” hissed Aya as he clamped his hand over Omi’s mouth and pulled the squirmy, chattering boy down. His eyes squinted as he watched the recording of Ken stroking Omi’s body. Omi keened and cooed on screen finally reaching to undo the other boy’s shirt. Aya was mesmerized. He could never, would never but…. this was… fuck it was hot.

Yohji stroked Ken’s hair as Omi huffed and tried to pull Aya’s hand away. The two men on the TV were now biting and grabbing at bare flesh. “Why isn’t there any music? Isn’t there normally some crappy horrid – Hello!”

On screen Ken had dropped to his knees and Omi was holding Ken’s head against his naked crotch thrusting his hips forward as Ken nuzzled against him. They could see Ken’s hands grip the back of Omi’s tender thighs pulling the boy in helping him push and rub against his face.

“I didn’t like the music.” Ken said matter-of-factly. “I liked it best with just the, you know… ‘natural’ sounds.” They were actually a bit enhanced but still within reality, he felt. He watched himself swallow Omi’s cock and Yohji jerked beneath him. Damn, it did look good. He never believed Omi when the boy remarked how hot he and Yohji looked whenever they went at it. Now he could see what Omi meant.

Aya’s hand fell down from holding Omi’s mouth as he watched intensely. Oook ook advantage of Aya’s distraction to speak. “Ya, Amy said it was more artistic this way.” He watched the reaction of his lover for a moment. Aya’s body was pulsing with small thrusts mimicking the bobbing of Ken’s head on the TV. Omi smiled wickedly. He liked it. Aya liked watching Ken touch him. Aya shifted and groaned. Omi looked back to the TV. Ken was now laying him down getting him ready to be fucked.

On screen Ken spread Omi’s legs wide and used his tongue to tease the pink pucker. The camera slid in to expose Ken’s tongue plunging into Omi’s tight hole as it clenched and grasped around it.

“Who’s Amy?” whispered Aya in a breathy soft voice. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the screen. Ken’s fingers were now delving in deep making the TV Omi groan and writhe on the bed. Aya felt Omi’s hand moving along his inner thigh pushing up. He opened his legs and was thrilled as Omi’s fingers pressed into his opening. He inhaled sharply and fought hard to keep his eyes from closing.

“She was part of the staging crew.” Ken answered. He was thinking they should have put a little oil in Omi’s muscles to make them stand out more on camera. The sounds Omi made were fantastic. Ken had been so nervous and so focused on what he had to do that he had hardly heard the boy’s thrilling moans as the filming had commenced. He was distracted from his internal critiquing by Yohji’s rejuvenated erection pressing against his thigh. Ken smiled inwardly at Yohji’s silent approval and moved his leg to gently rubagaiagainst Yohji.

“Crew?” Yohji muttered wistfully. He stroked his cock firmly against the real Ken and mindlessly stroked Ken’s soft hair as the TV Ken prepared to enter TV Omi. Yohji watched eagerly as the hands he knew so well spread the boy wide open and Ken’s cock, thick and glistening, lingered just at the opening. The camera panned up and to the side to provide a better view of the eminent penetration. TV Ken drove home. Yohji and Aya gasped.

“ya…crew….” mumbled Omi. He fell into half watching the action and half remembering how it had felt. His lover stirred beside him panting and groaning as he continued to slide his fingers in and out while they watched Ken fuck him. He hadn’t needed to act. This was the first time Ken entered him and it blew his mind. He just let himself go and here, in front of all four men, played the natural result. Omi looked away from the screen and nestled into Aya diving his three fingers into him deep and hard.

Aya wanted to watch, wanted to see what Ken was doing to his boyfriend but Omi was so warm in is arms and striking his prostate with practiced precision. It was all he could do to lie there and take it. Omi brought him so much love and pleasure, still he felt an urge t not now for something else. He hand known Ken’s hands and his mouth but not his cock. He wished he had the ability to speak, to beg for Ken to come take him. Then he could feel what Omi had felt. Would it be right to pull Ken away from Yohji, right now? His head lolled to the side and he caught Yohji’s eyes.

Yohji turned at the sound of Aya’s increased moaning and looked straight into the depths of raw desire. The eyes drew him in and silently asked Yohji to fulfill his need. Omi jerked beside Yohji. Curled against his lover, he didn’t have to watch the men on the screen. He knew the rhythm of those bodies and thrust his fingers inside Aya in time to Ken’s incredible gate. It was copy of what Aya really wanted. Yohji understood Aya’s silent plea. He slid his hand from Ken’s hair, down his face and around his neck. When the boy looked up at him, Yohji nodded his head and eyes towards Aya and mouthed ‘fuck him.’

Ken saw Aya slipping down further on the floor his eyes mere slits. He no longer watched the Ken and Omi show not with the live Omi there to fuel his live desire. Ken looked back at Yohji and smiled. He would take Aya. Ken crawled over his lover and his co-star. He pulled Omi up maneuvering him to rest against Aya’s shoulder.

“Ken…” Aya groaned in anticipation, adjusting his body so he could still hold Omi. He felt Ken settling between his legs radiating sexual heat. Aya had a need to be complete, He wished to fuck and be fucked by the men in this room. There would be only one piece missing for him after this…Yohji…Aya saw Yohji’s wanton look as he observed his lover preparing to take Aya.

No one watched the humping, groaning bodies performing behind Ken as he set out to fulfill his lover’s suggestion. Instead they watched Ken. He spread Aya’s legs and pushed them up caressing the long milky thighs. Then knelt between them bending down to kiss the hole Omi had stretched. He tongued it inside and out as he had done to Omi on the TV. Aya arched up and growled. Ken felt Yohji pulling him back up.

“Wait, let me make you wet,” Yohji whispered. In the back ground the TV moaned and panted, grunted and growled. Yohji descended on Ken’s engorged cock as Aya and Omi watched. He licked and laved his wet mouth all over it preparing Ken for Aya. Ken thrust up into his hot mouth pleading for more contact. When Ken was slick with his saliva Yohji looked again into Aya’s begging eyes. Then he saw Omi.

Omi laid at a severe angle to Aya, his head resting on the man’s shoulder and Aya’s arm stretched out running the length of Omi’s body. He was hot and tingling all over. He wanted to be touched so badly that he began gliding his hands over himself. He gently touched his hills and peaks then probed into his valleys and caverns. He was so turned on by what was happening, seeing the hands and lips and bodies melding together, feeling himself as they watched. This was heaven.

The two lovers looked unbelievably decadent to Ken. Omi, pleasuring his own body as he rested on Aya’s shoulder, while Aya lay open waiting to be full of Ken’s weeping cock. Behind Ken and Yohji, TV Ken and TV Oontiontinued, alone and forgotten as the four boys concentrated on what was live and happening right now. Ken pushed Yohji towards Omi and whispered, “Yours.”

Yohji bent and kissed the eager Omi thrusting his tongue in deep. His hands found Omi’s and began to stroke trying to take their place. Omi trembled and gasped beneath him. Yohji spied for forgotten tube near them and lathered his cock.

Ken leaned forward and positioned his body over Aya. He looked down into the smoldering eyes for only a moment then took him. His body infiltrated the tight outer circle of muscle and slammed hard right into Aya’s most precious of places.

Ken was rocking Aya’s world making the man groan incessantly. Their rhythmic collision made Omi’s body shake, too. Yohji heard Omi pleading with him, wanting him, crying out for him to hurry. Hurry and plunge full force into his tight hot body. Not a problem. Ken lifted Omi’s hips a bit then propelled forward meeting Ken as the boy shoved into Omi’s lover.

The room erupted into gasps and groans. Heavy pants and moaning boys lusting for each other’s touch.

Aya tightened his legs and thrashed beneath Ken, rising to meet the incoming mass of hard flesh. He knew it was perfect, that they would always be together, the four of them. He felt Ken, Omi and Yohji all around him and within him.

Omi reached for Yohji as the man vaulted over him. His head lolled on Aya’s shoulder as he was assaulted with pleasure. The rocking of Aya’s body tossed him to and fro almost as much as Yohji’s long penetrating cock stabbed into his small body. He wanted to scream in exultation. Omi only gasped and listened as Aya ‘s voice broke forth for him

“Oh god Ken… Yohji… Omi…. Ahhh I love you”

Other than burring himself inside Aya, Ken didn’t know who was touching where. He felt a number of hands graspig him randomly, heard his named moaned in so many differenys. ys. He somehow found Yohji’s mouth as it jolted and pushed from Yohji pumping voraciously into Omi.

Yohji strained to keep up his pace as he thrust his tongue into Ken’s mouth. They were moving in time. He could feel Omi tensing below him. He dropped down and took Aya’s nipple into his mouth. Ken’s warm breath fell over his neck.

They were a hot, torrid mass of quivering, thrusting flesh, crying and moaning together; striving to take each other over the edge; begging the heady air for their sweet release.

Omi screamed as Aya’s hand found his cock and began to fist him. The smallest boy panted and thrashed wildly. Yohji’s’ cock fucked him so hard. Omi moved his hands to touch someone, anyone, everyone. He blurted out names and words that dissolved into formless groans, “goo-oooood, Yohjiiiii….fuck oh Aya! Aya! …K-K-Kennnungh need wahhhnt..Gawd oh god so aiiiiee…love…you”

Aya began the chain reaction of erupting flesh. The coiling climax broke inside his tense belly and jutted up between him and Ken. Ken toppled next because of Aya’s crushing passage. Omi came last when Aya’s hands squeezed his shaft painfully hard just as Yohji thrust especially deep dumping himself inside Omi.

Minutes later their bodies were still tremoring from the mass orgasm. Excited, gasping lungs slowly subsided to take deep, slow breaths. Ken had fallen to Aya’s open side and wrapped around him laying a hand on Yohji’s head. Yohji held Omi as his head on Aya’s chest. Aya had his arm curved around Omi while his hand rested on Ken’s arm. It was a finely woven tapestry of flesh connecting to flesh.

Omi stirred and made a small, disappointed noise.

“What?” Aya whispered.

“You guys didn’t see all of the movie,” he quietly complained.

“Who needs a movie,” Yohji said as he squeezed Omi, “when you’ve got the real thing in your arms. Right guys?” Yohji looked up at Ken and Aya. “Guys?”

Aya looked down at Yohji “I want to see it.”

“Come on” said Ken as he found the remote and began searching for a good place to start again.

Omi squeaked and sat up, “Ok this time, no touching. We are going to get through this right?”

“Ya right,” sneered Yohji.

~END

Note from Craxy – Oh man, my brain hurts. This was one of the most twisted things I’ve ever made myself write. You’ll have to tell me if it worked out ok. Sorry it took two months. Though there are a few tops and bottoms missing I am considering this finished. Any continuations will be purely by chance or boredom, which seams unlikely. Thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing. Pleasant dreams!!!!