Page 107 of Guardian
Behind me, Adam’s heavy breaths puff against my ear.He’s leaning down to get a better look, I realize.He slides one hand over my shoulder, stroking my nipples through my dress shirt.
“That’s a pretty looking cock you’ve got there, Westy,” Adam breathes.
“It’s not—oh God.”My protest is cut off by Troy staring me dead in the eyes as he leans forward and lets an obscene drizzle of spit from his mouth land right on my hard cock, and then resumes stroking me.
“Somebody likes this,” he quietly sing-songs.“Don’t worry.We won’t tell.You sit there and fuck my fist like a good boy, and we’ll let you come.”
The sound that comes out of my mouth, it’s one I’ve never heard before.I’m fucking his fist exactly like he wants me to.LikeIwant me to.Even though I shouldn’t.
It takes a shamefully short amount of time before my orgasm shoots through me like lightning.I’m shaking with the force of it, unable to control my limbs.For a moment I forget myself, opening my mouth to let the whole damn locker room know what’s happening over here, but Adam clamps a hand over my mouth from behind.
I wind up biting down on his fingers as he tries to keep my cries muffled.
In front of me, Troy only chuckles.Then he presses on my leg to let me know he doesn’t want me to move yet.The other hand, the one that’s covered in my body fluids?He stares me down as he licks every drop from his fingers.
If anyone had ever told me someone licking jizz from their hands could look like a threat, I wouldn’t have believed them.Until now.
“What the fuck was that?”I whisper.I don’t know if I’m asking them or myself.God, maybe?The old professor in the next row of lockers who’s always heading to the pool in his Speedo around this time?
I’ll take any answers at this point.Any at all.I’m at a loss.
Somewhere nearby, a locker slams, and I nearly jump out of my skin.Except I still can’t move, because Troy’s got me pinned.He’s clearly stronger than I am, but he’s also not in a post-orgasm daze.
“That?”Troy tucks my cock back into my slacks.Gently, almost politely, given the situation.“Just showing you how letting someone control you can be sexy, babe.Fun even.It was fun, right?”He leans forward, lips against my ear.“Imagine what we could do to you if you weren’t so embarrassed by your own dick.”
Fuck me.
“It was—” I don’t know what the hell that was.
But clearly Troy takes my broken-off answer as agreement, because he only gives me a smug grin.
“Thought so.Kaybye, Westy.”
By the time I’ve remembered how to use my tongue again, they’re long gone.
“It’s Wes,” I whisper to no one but myself.
The next thing I know, I’m stumbling over the bench, rushing to follow after them.I have questions.And I need answers.
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