Schoolboy Crush

disclaimer: I do not own Omi, Aya, Ken or Yohji

Chapter 7


Aya had caught Yohji and Ken sneaking up the stairs out of the corner of his eye. They looked like they would be busy for a while. He smiled into Omi’s hair and moved his hand up the boy’s thigh to cup the cock and balls buried within the clothing. Omi’s hips pushed up wards at the sudden change of touch and the boy stifled a small moan.

Omi woke from the mindless trance of the television. Aya’s fingers began to knead him through his jeans . ‘A ..A..Aya-kun…” Omi turned into Aya’s chest and held onto him. He would never be able to resist Aya’s touch. The man turned him into goo at the mere whisper of a touch and the hand manipulating him through his jeans right now was more like a scream. He lay panting against Aya’s chest letting the thrill trickle through his extremities.

Aya leaned Omi back and took his perfect lips. His hand left Omi’s bulge and began opening the waistband. He slid inside the opening and grasped him firmly. He loved the feel of the boy’s hard cock in his hand, and the way Omi would though his head back and surrender to him. He loved to watch his small lover creep closer and closer to mind blowing ecstasy. He held Omi still with one hand while the other jerked up and down. This was how they had first touched; his hand riding the boy’s cock. It wasn’t just the physical interaction that made this so incredibly hot for both of them it was the memory of that first time. Every time Aya ted Oed Omi like this they relived the dizzying height of sexual tension, the wonders of a first touch, the ultimate release of hidden fantasies becoming reality. He would never forget it and he made sure Omi wouldn’t either.

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Heavy curtains draped across the windows so that the room was still cool and dark as night. No wonder he could sleep past noon. Yohji’s busy hands and body left Ken standing alone while he closed the door shutting out the last stream of light. In the darkness, the slow smooth hands returned touring the gentle hills and valleys of Ken’s abdomen teasing the flesh just below his waistband. His hot breath danced in Ken’s ear. “Yohji…” he moaned as he leaned into the body behind him.

Yohji nuzzled Ken’s neck drinking in the boy’s scent. This was his favorite part. He loved driving his partners crazy with anticipation. Hearing them pant and moan begging to be taken fed his hunger. Even if it was just the pure lust of a one-night stand for that brief period of time someone wanted him. With slow soft caresses his hands slidKen’Ken’s sides taking the shirt with them. Ken’s arms rose into the air. The shirt lifted up and over him easily. Yohji ran his hands slowly down the gracefully extended arms to Ken’s bare chest. He rounded each nipple teasing and plucking them making Ken moan and arch against him even more. His pants were becoming amazingly tight. He pushed his hips against Ken’s backside making sure the boy felt his hard erection.

Ken lowered his hands to rest on Yohji’s wrists. Yohji certainly had a way of making him swoon. Downstairs they had both been so fast and hungry for each other. Behind Yohji’s closed door time shifted. Everything here was slow and drawn out making Ken appreciate the heavy tension between them. He wanted Yohji so badly right now. He pushed the taunting fingers from his sensitive nipples downward. Ken made Yohji push the elastic of Ken’s loose soccer shorts down.

Yohji stopped the descent at Ken’s hips. He pulled the boy close against him his hands firmly stoking Ken’s slender bare hips. His hard cock naturally filled the dip between Ken’s soft cheeks. He jutted forward pressing hard against Ken rubbing it up and down the crevasse. He grunted slightly into Ken’s ear.

“unnnnhhh, don’t stop…” Ken breathed.

Yohji’s hands dipped inside Ken’s shorts. He pulled the hard shaft out and began to stroke it with both hands. Ken gasped for air inside Yohji’s embrace. He was finished with all of Yohji’s teasing. He wanted the man now. He pulled Yohji’s hands off of him and turned swiftly around. Their mouths collided in need and desire once again. Ken’s hands dug at Yohji’s pants pulling them open roughly. He devoured Yohji’s tongue as his hands felt the thick heavy cock for the first time.

It was Yohji’s turn to moan and arch. Ken was proving to be a lively participant unwilling to let Yohji control everything. Most people, whether men or women, were content to just let Yohji have his way. His way of domination and control was subtle and rarely detected. He pushed into the vigorously stroking hands. “…going to fuck you so incredibly hard…” he moaned at Ken. He felt Ken pulling him forward towards the bed. They struggled against each other desperate to remove their remaining clothing. Hands and mouths feverishly groped the other’s body as they crept closer to their destination.

As soon as Ken felt the bed against the back of his legs he sat down. He pulled Yohji forward and sucked the solid shaft into his mouth. His jaw worked hard swallowing the engorged organ to its fullest drawing a tight wet vacuum. He locked his hands on Yohji’s hips and rocked the man in and out of his mouth. His tongue thrashed against the sensitive underside as much as it could given that his mouth was stretched to the limit with Yohji’s fullness. Yohji moaned above him expressing his approval of Ken’s ability. A slow ache was developing in Ken’s jaw as he strained to keep his mouth stretched over Yohji while he increased his rhythm.

Yohji felt like Ken was trying to suck his eyeballs out through his penis. Wasn’t the boy a virgin? How could he know how to give such good head? He had to stop him before he came. He pulled himself from Ken’s mouth. He bent down and kissed Ken’s lips. “Your turn, baby.” Yohji crawled onto the bed as Ken pulled himself backwards. He reached over Ken for a bottle setting on his headboard and spread tonteontents on his fingers.

“Thought you said you did bottom?” Ken stroked his hands along Yohji’s sides.

Yohji smiled, “Not tonight. It’s your turn to be de-flowered.”

Ken grimaced, “No florist jokes in the bedroom.”

“Making rules now are we?” Yohji was sliding his hand between Ken’s legs going right for the tight mass of muscles.

“Whatev… eungh, shit!”

“Lay down and try to relax”

“With your fist up my ass?” Ken grimaced.

“This is ONE finger. Would you rather I start with my whole dick?”

Ken felt the ache in his jaw from stretching over Yohji and decided he should lay down and relax. “I thought this was supposed to feel good?”

“Give it some time. You’ll be gasping and moaning like Omi soon enough.” Yohji moved his finger in and out of Ken

“No one can gasp and moan like Omi.” Ken closed his eyes and found the uncomfortable invasion becoming easier.

Yohji carefully worked Ken’s tight channel. As resistance e up up on one finger he added another. Time to work some magic. He began making fast rhythmic jabbing motions. Searching deeper each time. Ken suddenly clamped down on him and screamed.

“Fuck Yohji unh, AH! Ah! Ah!’

Each time Yohji thrust in now he hit Ken’s prostate. He stroked Ken’s weeping cock with his hand and added another finger. Ken was moving trying to feel more of Yohji’s invasion.

“Feel’s good now doesn’t it?” He watched Ken practically writhing on the big bed.

Ken could only gasp in return his fists grabbing at the sheets for something to steady his body with. It did feel good. It felt so damn good.

“Oh oh I want your cock… want to feel it inside me…” Ken panted. His body bucked and heaved trying meeting Yohji’s fingers.

Ya, that’s what I like to hear. Beg me to fuck you. Yohji gave him a few really hard satisfying penetrations with his hand before pulling out.

“Roll to your side.” Yohji prepared himself to take Ken. This is a dream. A dam hot crazy dream he told himself. Ken was begging Yohji to fuck him. Not some anonymous just for the hell of it one night stranger, but Ken, his friend, his equal, and now his lover. He positioned himself behind Ken lifting the boy’s leg up so he could settled his tip against Ken’s tight hole. He wedged one arm under both of them to hold himself up and keep Ken steady. “Ready?”

“Do it.”

Yohji pushed into the incredible tight heat. Ken stiffened beside him. He took Ken’s cock in his hand and gently stroked it to ease the boy. Ken relaxed and Yohji continued to enter him.

Ken felt the discomfort first. This was a whole lot more than Yohji’s 3 fingers. Yohji held him close and pushed slowly waiting at intervals for Ken to ease in to the penetration. It was like nothing Ken had ever experienced. He felt… content. Odd that he should feel emotional comfort while his body endured tiny waves of pain. He had expected hot waves of lust and bodily need not this tender feeling of wholeness welling up inside as Yohji filled him.

Yohji groaned heavily and stopped. “we’re all the way…” he whispered. “You ok?”

“ya.” Ken felt himself begin to shake. I could die like this. With Yohji buried inside me, I don’t need anything else. Something wet fell down his face and hit his hand. The feelings edged out from his core to take him whole. Yohji…the tears slowly began to flow.

Yohji felt Ken’s silent shock wave. “Ken? Ken?” Oh fuck was something wrong? Ken was shaking. “Ken!” Panicked, he began to pull out.

“No!” Ken cried. He looked back at Yohji and swung his hand around to steady Yohji’s hip. “stay. I want you to stay.”

Yohji searched Ken’s wet eyes. He had seen that look only once before. He shied away from it bending down to kiss Ken’s shoulder. Love was not something he readily took to. He felt Ken turn forward and relax into the bed.

Yohji pushed in and began rocking their bodies. Ken’s hand played along Yohji’s arm as it moved Yohji’s hand up and down his cock. Yohji was building a slow rhythm, taking longer fuller thrusts each at each passing.

Ken felt that increase of bodily need returning. He was edging upwards in excitement from Yohji’s gaining thrusts. He concentrated on the sound of Yohji’s breathing in his ear. It was like the huff of a train as its engines began to engage the wheels imploring the machine to hurry forward. The bodies were rocking hard now. Yohji took full deep invasions. Ken’s eyes closed. He was lost swimming in the sound and feel of Yohji’s body. A different sound caught his the corner of his consciousness. It was like that of a door latch clicking. He pushed the thought away and reveled again in the hot sensations pounding into him. His eyes flickered open a moment. In the dark room an image caught him. He thought he saw Omi’s face smiling gently at him from the dark. Was he dreaming? Yohji moaned behind him and increased the force of his body. Ken had to lean on an arm to keep from toppling over. He was so close now. Something ran up his arm and back down again. His eyes flew open. It wasn’t a dream. There was Omi in the dark of Yohji’s room climbing into bed in front of him. Ken was so close to incoherence he couldn’t warn Yohji. There was no way to stop. They would have to finish with an audience.

Omi lay facing Ken, his small hands caressing Ken’s already heaving chest. He was in awe of the sight of Yohji thrusting into Ken. It was beautiful and magnificent the way the two bodies connected and moved together. He trailed down to Yohji’s fist pumping Ken’s length. He followed the arm up to Yohji’s shoulder. Yohji’s face lay along side Ken’s watching him. He smiled at Yohji caressing the man’s face and then strained up over Ken to kiss him. Yohji and Ken were like on person now. Omi’s lips left Yohji’s and traveled along Ken’s jaw line to take Ken’s lips. He moved himself right up against Ken lurching body. His tongue delved deep into the new mouth. His breathing was shallow and shaking with anticipation.

Ken couldn’t respond couldn’t even kiss back. He was confused and too close to going over the edge to question what was happening. He watched as Omi’s body began move rhythmically like his own. A slender hand slid along Omi as he rocked forward against Ken. Aya. Aya was lying behind Omi taking him like Yohji was taking Ken.
This was insane, completely insane. Only moments ago he was moved to tears feeling complete as Yohji filled him and now there were two more people touching them, making love with them. He stared into Omi’s dancing eyes not believing anything that was happening. Omi’s hand replaced Yohji’s. He was lightly holding their erections together. Like this, their bodies irregularly touched and stroked each other in response to the men crashing into them. Ken added his hand to Omi’s touching the boy gently. Omi moaned as their cocks knocked and collided against each other from the force of being fucked.

Yohji had heard them enter but he wasn’t about to stop. In fact he redoubled his efforts and fucked Ken harder. He watched as Omi climbed into the bed followed by Aya. He came eye to eye with Aya a guilty, knowing smirk crossing the fair features of Aya’s face. Omi’s sweet face intervened as the boy kissed him then proceeded to kiss Ken.

Aya locked his eyes onto Yohji’s as he drove into Omi quickly matching Yohji’s speed and thrust. He had spent time preparing Omi as they sat on the couch down stairs. He had been about to take Omi when the boy stopped him. They listened to the moans and groans wafting down from above. Omi looked into Aya’s eyes and with out words the two men had left the couch.

A long arm reached across the two bodies between them grasping Yohji’s shoulder. Yohji did like wise. Both men latched on and drove hard as if they could fuck each other through the bodies between them.

Ken yelled out grasping Omi as he spilled between them. He was amazed he lasted any time at all after Aya and Omi had appeared. His body kept rocking against Omi in response to Yohji’s deep fast penetration. His hand seized around Omi’s shaft and began a fast, hard pace matching Aya’s thrusts. He waited for the boy to succumb.

Omi closed his eyes and let go. Aya was behind him pushing him into Ken. Ken was making him weep with the intensity of his hand. He nestled his head into Ken’s neck and reached up to add his hand to Yohji’s shoulder. He had to feel everyone, to know they were all there fucking him taking him securely to heaven.

Aya knew Omi was overwhelmed by the way the boy curled into Ken and held on. The boy would not last much longer under this rapturous assault. Aya desperately wanted to release, to spill inside Omi while he stared into Yohji’s eyes but he would wait until the boy came first.

Yohji nearly undone by Ken’s cry. The anus tightened around him making his penetration more difficult but he kept up. Something in Aya’s eyes made him hang on. They would come together filling the bodies between them making an electrifying connection. Omi’s fingers suddenly dug harshly into his shoulder causing Yohji to cry out with the boy as he dumped inside Ken.

Omi went ridged around Aya. Aya gasped releasing into Omi as he heard Yohji and Omi’s cries. He let his body relax into the bed. He curled around Omi his head resting near Ken’s. He smiled hazily at Yohji stirring his fingers against Yohji’s wounded shoulder and felt Yohji’s fingers respond in kind. Yohji was kissing Ken’s neck and relaxing into this complicated embrace of men.

Ken milked the boy’s release kissing the top of his head. He had felt Yohji’s yell in his chest as the semen covered his insides. The bodies were beginning to sag around him. They slowly stopped all moment save that of lungs gasping for air and the gentle settling of limbs. Ken removed his hand from Omi’s spent member and reached up to Aya’s shoulder weaving his fingers into Yohji’s. He grazed his forehead against Aya who was looking up at Yohji. Ken felt the small kisses grace his neck. He closed his eyes. He could feel them all around him, hear their breathing, and smell their aromas. Everything he could ever hope for, safety, warmth, and love resided in these three men. He felt like he had finally found home.