He felt the warm throbs of the other boy’s penis inside his mouth, and he smelt the strange aroma of pure sweat and man emanating from the kinky blonde bush. He bobbed his head slowly, uncontrollably, in order to taste the last of the seemingly endless supply of semen. He lengthened his strokes, his tongue licking the fleshy organ, his lips acting as suctions — just the way the star football player liked it.
Freiddie’s fingers dug shallowly into Glenn’s scalp, pushing the latter’s head further in. Glenn almost choked, but he knew better — this wasn’t his first time blowing his high school’s most valuable player.
Freiddie’s low, tight groans encouraged Glenn to continue. Those same groans hit Glenn’s crotch heatedly, turning him on completely. An aroused Glenn was always amazing in bed — or in their case, the edge of the bed, where Freiddie was excitedly sitting and Glenn was giving the most amazing blowjob since the last time they did this. It seemed Glenn just kept getting better and better.
Glenn swallowed the sudden burst of Freiddie’s come, downing the warm fluid like water, licking and slurping the remnants. He glanced up, loving the sight of Freiddie’s post-orgasmic expression. He knew this wasn’t love, but he still couldn’t help inviting Freiddie over for some after school specials.
“Why do you always swallow?” Freiddie asked in a hushed tone, starting to pack his belongings — but Glenn stopped him.
He slowly stood from his kneeling position, positioning himself on Freiddie’s naked lap. He whispered, “I love swallowing.”
Glenn still wore his rough plaid pants — so as he mounted Freiddie’s lap, Freiddie struggled to contain his moan. He let Glenn throw his arms about his neck — and grind his ass against him. One can only imagine how that felt.
Their quick pants resounded throughout the room, low pants they couldn’t control. Freiddie looked on the verge of ejaculating again, his eyelids fluttering, his eyeballs rolling upward, skyward — heavenward.
“Holy fuck,” came from the door, an embarrassed, mortified interjection aimed at the two lovely boys having fun.
“Fuck,” Glenn muttered, not bothering to get off Freiddie — but Freiddie had other plans. He swiftly pushed Glenn off, hurriedly slipping on the rest of his clothes, stumbling past Kristoff.
Glenn sighed, dramatically falling onto his bed, pouting, staring up at his ceiling. He said, “Loyal ceiling fan — why does this happen to me? I confided in you during my most private moments — yet, shit like this happens–”
Kristoff, stood there, utterly appalled at what he had just seen. His baby brother was dry humping some guy on his bed, a guy who was half-nude and looked oddly familiar.
“At least close the door,” Glenn muttered, rolling onto his stomach, dejectedly covering his face. “Whether
He didn’t bother closing the door before taking a step closer to Glenn. He didn’t know how to start. His mind was still in shock.
“What the Hell was that?” is how he started, scratching his head, a corner of his mouth dipping with concern.
Glenn shrugged, offering a sad smile.
“Me fucking the star soccer player at my school? That’s probably what you saw — actually, we hadn’t gotten to the fucking yet. You witnessed pre-fuck foreplay. That sounds redundant–”
“Was that Georg’s little brother?” Kristoff asked, suddenly remembering Freiddie’s possible-older brother graduated in his class.
“Probably. I don’t know Freiddie’s history. I don’t really care. He’s hot in bed, so I invite him over when no one’s around. He calls me over to his house sometimes. We never run into family — until now.”
“Are you two dating–?”
“He has a girlfriend — but like I said, I don’t care. We do it because it’s fun.”
Kristoff shook his head, disappointed in his little brother. He would never understand this type of libido — he was more of a romantic.
“I just don’t get you, Glenn. You’re a fucking mystery,” Kristoff decided, rubbing his arm awkwardly.
“Let’s fuck, Kristy. I’m horny.”
Kristoff scoffed, leaning against the doorframe. “No for two reasons: one, you’re my brother, and two, I’m not gay.”
“Neither am I,” Glenn responded. “I just like guys better.” He added, “Remember what Grandpa said? You and Flynn have to help me when I’m horny.”
“He said to help you when you can’t find someone to feed on,” Kristoff replied darkly, lifting his chin defiantly.
“You made my source run off — so now you need to help me.” They stared each other down before Glenn relaxed and looked away. “Kristy, just let me feed on you. We’ve done it before. It’s harmless.”
Kristoff nodded, approaching Glenn coolly, lending his wrist — a white wrist Glenn kissed and licked a few times before latching his mouth to it sturdily.
He sucked Kristoff’s lust out.
Naturally, Kristoff had a tiny death inside his pants — regardless of whether he was gay or not.
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