There were two straight dicks in front of me, one in each hand. Who to slut out on first?
I chose Liam.
Not for any reason. Just. He was closer. His cock was right there. Hard. Waiting.
I leaned forward. Opened my mouth. Took him in.
The taste hit me immediately. Clean, salty, masculine. That specific taste of arousal. Of precum already beading at the tip. Of a straight guy letting a gay friend suck his dick for the first time.
"Holy shit," Liam breathed.
I worked him slowly. My tongue circling his head. Finding the sensitive spot just under the ridge. Flicking, teasing it. Making him gasp. I really wanted to show these boys I had some kinda gift.
Brandon was silent. I could feel him watching. Staring. Processing the sight of me with Liam's cock in my mouth.
"Dude," Brandon finally said. "That's. Like wow."
I took Liam deeper. Relaxed my throat. Let him slide past my gag reflex. His cock hitting the back of my throat. My nose pressing against his pubes. I hadn't had infinite practice or anything, but I knew how to take cock.
Liam's hand came to my head. Not forcing. Just resting there. Feeling me doing the work. "Fuck, dude. That's really good."
I pulled off. Gasped for air. Looked up at him. "You okay?"
"Fuck yes." His eyes were glazed. "Keep going."
I went back down. Faster now. More confident. Bobbing my head. Using my hand on what didn't fit. Creating that rhythm. That suction and pressure. I'm sure boys never imagined head outside of porn flicks could ever be this technically life changing. What can I say?
Brandon's hand was on his own cock again. Stroking faster. Watching us. "Jesus Christ. You def look like you were made for this, bro."
I moaned around Liam's cock. I could feel the vibrations of him wanting to buck his hips. Making him thrust slightly. Seeing if I could keep up.
And I could. I relaxed more and let him use my mouth. Let him set the pace. Let him fuck my face gently enough. I could tell he was afraid to break me. Like I was some toy.
"You can go harder," I said when I came up for air. "I can take it."
Liam's eyes hardened. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
His grip on my head tightened. His thrusts got stronger. Deeper. He totally used my throat. Really using it now. Finding a pretty natural face-fuck rhythm. His confidence building with each stroke.
I was getting sloppy. Drool running down my chin. Tears forming in my eyes. The wet sounds filling the room. Obscenely perfect. Everything I'd been missing with Alex. Everything I'd needed. I felt like I was performing a revenge BJ.
"Shit," Brandon said. "That looks good. Can I try?"
I pulled off Liam. Turned to Brandon. "Yeah, man. Of course."
But Brandon didn't wait for me to move. He stood. Grabbed my shoulder. Then kindly but firmly pulled me off Liam's cock. Positioned me in front of his own. Like this was the main course. I had always felt a charge towards Brandon. Looked up to him like a big brother though we were the same age.
His cock was right there. Thick. Flushed. Precum leaking. So close I could smell him. Could feel the heat radiating off his boy meat.
"I don't know how to treat you," Brandon said quietly. His hand still on my shoulder. His thumb rubbing small circles. Almost tender. "I don't know what you like. Or what you need."
I looked up at him. Poor straight boy anxiety. "How do you want to treat me?"
"I want to show you what good sex feels like. What it's supposed to feel like. I don't know. Help make you forget about that asshole Alex forever."
"So show me."
Something shifted in Brandon's expression. That old tenderness morphed into something else. Something more teenage primal. He became dominant.
He grabbed my hair. Not gentle anymore. Firm. Controlling. "Open."
I opened. He pushed in. Deep. Immediately. No warm-up. No easing in. Just slotted my throat. Using it. Claiming it.
Let me tell you. He was for sure a lot rougher than Liam. More aggressive. Brandon's hips just moved faster. His cock hit the back of my throat with each thrust. Made me gag. Made me choke. And I gladly took it anyway.
"Fuck," he growled. "Your throat's perfect. So fucking tight."
Liam was watching. Stroking himself. "Damn, B. Really going for it, huh."
"He said he could take it." Brandon looked down at me. "You can handle dick. Right, Noah?"
I nodded. As much as I could with his cock in my throat. Involuntary tears at the edges of my eyes now. Drool everywhere. My jaw was aching. My throat felt a little raw.
And I loved it.
Loved the way he was using me. Loved the dominance. The control. The certainty. Everything Alex had never given me because somehow dirty raw sex was fake. This did not feel fake whatsoever lol.
Brandon pulled out. Let me breathe. "Switch. Liam. Your turn."
Liam stood. Both of them standing now. Both towering over me. Both hard and ready and completely lost in this. In treating me like a campus bitch.
I went back to Liam. Took him deep. He was more confident now. Watching what Brandon had done. Learning. His hands gripping my head. Hips thrusting. Fucking my face with more force. More purpose.
"Yeah," Brandon coached. "Like that. Use that pussy throat. Make him."
They started trading off. Passing me back and forth. One would fuck my face while the other watched. Stroked. Waited. Then they'd switch. Over and over. Building. Escalating. Getting rougher. More desperate.
Though I'm sure I looked like a wreck I had never felt better. Never felt more wanted in my entire life. More needed than right now. Anyone would say these straight boys were taking advantage of me because I was emotional and vulnerable, or whatever bullshit. But if anything, I felt like I was taking advantage of them.
"I'm close," Liam said. "Fuck. I'm really close."
"Me too," Brandon said. "I could nut. Well, Noah?"
I pulled off. Gasped. Looked up at them. Both of them standing. Both stroking. I felt like I had these two jock dicks aiming at me.
"Well, I've never had my face painted before," I admitted. "My ex thought that was degrading."
"Do you want us to?" Brandon asked. Still stroking. Still ready. But asking. Aww, what a sweetie.
"Yes. Please. Bot of you should do it."
Liam grinned. "Both of us... at the same time?" He sounded like a horny kid in the candy store. Well, an adult candy store.
"Yeah. Come on. Let's make it like a porn shot."
They positioned themselves. One on each side. Both stroking faster. Both getting close. Both aimed at my upturned face.
I opened my mouth. Stuck out my tongue. Ready. Waiting. I tried to hide how much this was clearly my fantasy.
"Never thought I'd be doing this with my best friend," Brandon said. His voice strained. "Never thought I'd—fuck—"
"Just shut up, don't be a bitch," Liam cut him off. Then winked at me.
Brandon laughed. But it turned into a moan. His cock pulsing. His hand moving faster. "Fuck. Fuck I'm—"
He came first. His cock erupting. A thick SPLAT hit my face. I could feel it the wet hotness spray down the side of me really good. I felt marked. I felt like my inner slut had been freed for the first time since before I started dating Alex.
Then Liam came. A second later. His cum joining Brandon's. Painting the other side of my face. More on my forehead and nose. His load was more gooey.
They kept stroking. I had much more than I expected smeared all around my face. More than seemed possible. Coating my face. My hair. My neck. Some landing in my open mouth. On my tongue. Letting me taste them. Both of them. Mixed together.
When they finally finished, they stood there. Breathing hard. Looking down at me. At their work. At my face covered in their cum.
I must have looked destroyed. Like really really used. Exactly what Alex said was meaningless sex. But exactly what I'd needed all along.
"Holy shit," Brandon said. "That's, that's a lot of nut."
Liam laughed. "Told you I was backed up."
I tried to speak. To say something. I just knelt there. Looking up at them. Letting them see me like this and wondering how quickly I would be forever changed in their eyes. Would they still see me as an equal?
"You look good like that," Brandon said quietly. "Really good."
I smiled. Felt their cum crack slightly on my cheeks. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Alex was an idiot. This was hot."
"So hot," Liam agreed. He grabbed his phone. "Can I take a picture? Just for the spank bank."
I nodded. He snapped a few photos. Me on my knees. Face covered. Smiling. Looking happier than I'd looked in months, I was sure.
Brandon helped me up. Guided me to the bathroom. Grabbed a towel. Started cleaning my face. Gentle. Careful. That tenderness booted back online. I felt so quietly emotional.
"You okay?" he asked. "We didn't go too far, bud?"
"No. No. That was perfect. Everything I needed." I beamed like a little warrior.
"Good." He wiped my cheek. My forehead. "I'm sure we're not done with you yet."
I looked at him with a laugh. "Oh really?"
"Dude that was just the warm-up," Liam said from the doorway. "We need to Eiffel Tower you next." I really couldn't read the room. Was it back to stupid bro humor or a real invitation?
My cock twitched. Still hard in my pants. Untouched this whole time. Aching. Desperate.
"You mean fuck both of you, like fuck-fucking?" I asked.
They walked away laughing and hitting each other. I didn't want to come off too feral and desperate. But now the idea was planted. Maybe this could really escalate. And I could see Brandon's inner aggression come out all the way.
I mean I ached for it.
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