Late Night Affair

“SENIOR TRISTAN ALBEE SUCKS STRAIGHT BOYS!!”

The pale blue glow of the West Spring High’s Anonymous Confessions page shined across Tristan’s face. He was cold, awestruck, betrayed. One of his friends, or worse - boys, tried to expose him. He clicked on the comments section, and thankfully he was defended by his army of loyal female mean girl friends. “Tristan is a down ass bitch he’d never do that.!!” Ashley writes.

He smirks.

Tristan Albee has a beautiful face, not handsome, beautiful. Plump lips, big blue eyes, wavy thick brown hair, smooth skin, and a small cute nose. He’s thick in the right places, a small waist but a big bubble ass, thighs as thick as a leg of lamb, and broad shoulders - he really is the gay best friend. Girly, fab, and unassuming, he’s disarming to the popular girls; they’re not at all threatened by him, and neither are their hunky boyfriends.

However, part of them deep down get some red flags. Because despite him being a harmless “GBF”, they’ve heard the whispers, every boy knows the rumors. That Tristan gives the best blowjobs in town. Better than any girl. He’s won friendly “twerk offs” at parties, enough to get athlete studs to notice him. The girls cheer him on! But the boys? They’re threatened. Damn. Tristan’s got some phat cakes!

So after checking that his name was cleared, Tristan puts down Spring High’s short stop David McCormack’s phone and turns to him. “Well, it ain’t you, Davey…” David gives him a weak smile. His thick cock is coated with saliva, dripping down his balls. There’s a look of desperation there, the blonde muscular jock nods and beckons the pretty boy to continue the blow job. David is shirtless, tan muscular body exposed, hairy muscular legs spread wide as his green gym shorts are on his left leg’s ankle, and he still has on his crew socks on. “Please…suck me off…”

“I’m gonna suck you so hard your eyes will cross and you’ll forget about Ashley.” And he wraps his thick lips around the Coke Can thick cock and goes to work, bobbing his head slowly as he savors the sweet-salty taste of a jock’s dick. He rises his head and begins to purse his lips close to the head, the thickest part of David’s beautiful cut cock!

David is in a gooning trance, a blowjob high. He grips the femboy’s wavy hair and moves his hips, skull fucking the bigger boy. This fag is relentless, he thinks as he uses Tristan’s throat like a fleshlight. But unlike Ashley,  Tristan isn’t asking David to stop, to lighten up, to stop being so rough. Tristan’s eyes are telling David to continue, to go rougher. “That’s all you got?” His eyes egg David on.

David stands up, and Tristan deepthroats the baseball player, forcing David back on the couch with a loud squelching sound from the femboy’s blowjob. It’s the wettest one he’s ever gotten. Wet and sloppy, just like Sam Rodríguez told him! David’s legs are shaking, his toes curling. Tristan is getting his prize early! The gay boy constricts and contracts his throat, massaging the baseball jock until he groans loudly, his legs shaking, eyes rolling back. Tristan feels the warm and thick delivery on the back of his throat, he doesn’t let a drop go to waste.

A few minutes later, he does one more deep sucking to drain every last drop and stands up, seeing the big handsome jock sweaty and tired.

“If you still have the energy, you can eat and fuck this big ass…I hear you’re an ass man…” David nods his head quickly and lays on the bed, with a dopey grin on his face. Tristan grins as he sits on his best friend’s boyfriend’s face.

They never suspect the gay boy of being the alpha.

“Baby, tonight I’m gonna teach that pretty face how to eat out, you got that?” And with that, he sits on David McCormack’s face full weight.