[A/N] Ahhh! I published the unedited version of the chapter so it was missing the beginning ! This is the full chapter !
Looking up I saw Atlas begin to squint, his cheeks were flushed, his hand on my head becoming rougher.
"Too much..." He murmured, his voice low. "Fuck... can't take it..."
But I couldn't either, electricity seemed to be running through me, Jacob was all over me, Atlas was inside my mouth, I could feel the string drawing tighter as I saw the climax up ahead and desperately drew closer to it, coming directly inside everything, my cum shooting up against my boxers, soaking through and probably getting all over the inside of the thin checkered dress material.
I moaned softly but loudly, it felt like a cry of defeat.
Atlas groaned as he pulled out slowly. I accidentally swallowed before he was out automatically and he hissed, pulling out fast before shuddering and shooting against the sideways mats. "Fuck..." He hissed, gritting his teeth, glancing down at me with a blazing heat that took me by surprise even then.
And by the end of it not one of us wasn't flushed, myself still collapsed on the floor catching my breath, my lips red and swollen, my hair messed up, ideally no more than would stand out, and the two of them standing over me, looking at each other with a returning gaze that seemed to share a revelation of sorts.
Maybe they were surprised it was this good. But honestly why wouldn't it be, getting blown wasn't necessarily a bad experience. Not that I would know.
I never thought my first experience with a blowjob would be giving it...
I still felt his cock in my mouth, in my throat, still tasted it, and it should have tasted vile but it was just salty, kinda sweet? I swallowed a few extra times, trying to remind my mouth it was no longer being abused.
My semen quickly getting cold against me, wet and sticky in the inside of my boxers. I saw a small wet stain peaking through the front of the dress and nearly died from the holy embarrassment of it all. It was barely noticeable, could have been a large water droplet.
I looked up at them to see them looking down at me and my face burned again, I wiped my mouth and tried to stand up quickly but was still shaking.
Atlas looked like he was considering how sensible it would be to push me back down and shove his cock back in there and Jacob was squinting with those cold blue eyes, he looked like he was planning to murder me. Or maybe it was vice versa, you'd honestly never be able to tell.
Then there was a sudden knocking, which wouldn't have been so loud if the walls of the supply shed weren't made out of corrugated iron.
We all jumped this time, I scrambled backwards into a pile of cones and covered my mouth in fear someone would walk in and somehow see it on my face.
"Hello?" Someone asked, sound of a feminine voice, older, probably one of the teachers. "Anyone get stuck in here again?" There were a few more loud knocks on the shed during which we all waited and held our breath. All of us were still, our chests heaving, creating a suspicious image were someone with keys to walk in.
She then finally muttered something like; "Alright, we're good," into a walkie talkie or whatever that was, which echoed back another badly transmitted voice as she moved away.
The moment Jacob opened the door after that I rushed out, stumbling over the uneven dirt on the ground, my legs feeling wobbly, my face marked by the both of them.
The breeze in the air cooling the sticky liquid that was progressively soaking up into my boxers as the skirt of my dress curled around me in a way that might have been studio Ghibli levels of picturesque had one not known that the girl wearing it was a boy, and that the boy wearing it had abused red lips and wet boxers.
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Waking up in the late morning everything felt like one big dream, or something I'd just imagined one moment and accidentally confused as a memory. But there were several reasons why this feeling didn't last long.
Going to the bathroom to clean my face and whatnot my lip had split at the corner without me really noticing. But even then I looked at myself and felt like... I'm not sure... like I looked different somehow. But not bad. I stared at my face for a while.
Maybe it had something to do with being in an unusually good mood when I woke up. I looked at the light streaming into my room and thought, damn that looks nice, then tried to log onto my computer and it crashed immediately and it didn't even faze me, I just ignored it and got going to the bathroom.
Then going back to my room I saw the dress.
I mean the dress was washed and everything and hanging in my wardrobe. I might have been supposed to hand it back in but at this point I didn't know how I could make a girl handle something like that. Not that I knew what they would do with a dress catering to a figure missing the tits part.
I looked at it, felt some blood rushing to my face and shoved it to the side so that it was better hidden but none of the other things hanging in my wardrobe were as long as that skirt so no matter what it was obviously there.
The school was closed the day after the school festival, prefects and volunteers and all those idiots either had to or could go to school on that Monday to help putting the school back together, tallying the income of each group and various other boring time consuming chores.
But I was free, and that meant I had the chance on that calm Monday morning to forget about everything that happened.
I decided carefully that I would go in to school on Tuesday like nothing had changed, like I wasn't even bothered, didn't remember shit or care about it. And they'd be like... what's that all about, does he not even care? Nope, I just don't. Doesn't mean anything. One time thing.
I took my shirt off to change and saw the bruises on my wrists and my breath hitched. I could see the pattern of his fingers.
My mind flashbacked, like PTSD but instead of fear and tremors I remembered the feeling of my mouth and throat full and my cock being massaged through my dress as his hand pinned my wrists behind my back.
Fuck.
I turned my wrists over and couldn't help the spike in my heart rate as I saw the colour. It was worse than hickies or whatever, it was so much worse because it represented something even more humiliating.
I pressed the bruises lightly and they tingled and throbbed. My breathing got a little slow, eyes went half lidded.
It wasn't like I was intentionally doing it. But my mind went places, my head full of the scene that made me want to jack off. Once then again then maybe one time after that.
Surely if I did it in my room I could imagine whatever I liked, it wouldn't impact anything because they'd never find out I liked it as much as I did, that part of me wanted to revisit the scene over and over, every aspect of being between the two of them heating up my blood so much I felt unsettled.
But the truth was if I did that, if I entertained any such thought, I knew I would find out more things I wanted them to do to me, to try on me. I knew it would show through because I wasn't good at holding things back from them, for whatever reason I totally forgot how to lie in front of them, they'd see it in the way I look at them, the way I react to them, and then they'd test me.
The same way Atlas had first freaked out when he figured out my fetish, then immediately optimised it for maximum use against me.
And even that thought lead to the other in a moment of distraction... What if Atlas was holding my wrists back over my head and Jacob was kissing me and I could feel Atlas from behind and... my breathing was heavy.
God if my mom and dad knew the shit I'd been up to they might just strangle me over the phone. But I had a feeling that wouldn't hurt as much as in person.
Mom and dad... I was forgetting something, I frowned as I got dressed in some cargo shorts and a purple shirt with an inch by inch sized turtle embroidered on the breast pocket.
It took me a moment, I was up to putting on my second sock when I realised what it was.
Gift!
"Crap!"
Why was I panicking? You ask. His flight arrived at 16:10 after all and Durenwick Airport was about an hour away, not long for an airport.
Gift was very particular about things. He was successful, and extremely smart, and extremely tidy and bossy. If my place looked like garbage when he came he would scold me to no end and I was not up for it.
So I got down to it. Dug my hands into every crevice of my room and vacuumed the shit out of it because turns out crisps can really make their way around the place and...
I looked at my three rows of my bookshelf dedicated of hentai manga and other shit, to be frank it was the only weird thing I wasn't bothered by him seeing, because honestly what does he expect if he wants to be all up staying in my room all the time.
I did clear my browser history though, and washed all my clothes, folded and buried the dress in a box with old clothes under my bed, the kind you don't like wearing because they're stained or got weird designs on them but gotta keep in case you don't have enough one day.
While I was hiding the dress I realised I still had that box Jacob gave me, it rattled as I moved the other box back in. I paused for a moment to look at it, but then pushed it back in further and forgot about it as I ran out of the house to the local newsagents to drag in a haul of things that belonged in a home that was run by responsible people. Like too much milk and bread and eggs and random vegetables, some of which I didn't recognise.
Price was nothing to scoff at and I gingerly ran home and stuffed them all in the fridge, cleaned the countertops and table. It was all looking pretty nice.
The whole place still looked empty, of course, because we didn't have that much in it. Decorations were few and everything was pretty bare.
Satisfied I grabbed all of my shit and started heading towards the door. I only just knocked my skateboard over and was busy bending over to pick it up, to set it aside because I wouldn't need it on the long ass tube and bus journey, before there was a knock at the door.
I jumped and let the skateboard roll away before opening the door and looking up to see Gift!
"Wh- W-"
"Pet!" He exclaimed, rolling the zebra striped suitcase further toward the door. He proceeded to greet me in Thai and then continued asking me how I was and other things but spoke too fast for me to keep up.
I let him in a little startled and it took my brain a moment longer for it to work back like normal again.
"You're early though."
"Yes." He told me. "They cancelled my plane. Said to me you will get there by tomorrow, this is the quickest time. Then soon they say to everyone that there is an earlier plane we can take. Different airline."
I hummed, nervously scratching my arm.
Gift, by the way, was not much taller than me. He was a bit more fair skinned than me, while I always looked like I had a bit of a tan he had pale skin, and longer hair at the top with a fade going down, very neat, nails manicured and briefcase over his shoulder.
He didn't really wait for me to direct him toward my room, he just asked me where it was but was already moving inside with his suitcase.
I told him it was upstairs and he moved straight upstairs.
I followed fast with his suitcase.
"I'll be going to your school." He told me as I followed. "But I won't be in the same year."
"Okay." I tried not to let any of the relief I felt bleed into my words.
"Won't start school till next week. I can help clean up your room during this time."
"What?" I exclaimed, annoyed as I rolled his suitcase into my room. "It's clean." I just cleaned it.
He patted the bed. "Filthy. You want me to sleep on this?"
I frowned.
Technically we had guest bedrooms but that wasn't to say they had beds in them, we didn't really have many guests over so they didn't come in handy much. So the only other place it would be sensible for him to sleep in was my mom and dad's bedroom, his aunt and uncle. And I wasn't surprised Gift didn't want to sleep there, that was pretty weird, even though mom and dad probably wouldn't mind.
"Fine." I gave in.
He nodded. "You don't take your shoes off?" He remarked.
I realised he'd taken his off at some point and mine were still on. I removed them fast.
He looked around, eyes lingering on the hentai on the shelf.
I glanced at it as well.
He sat down on my bed and took off his jacket and turned to me. "You know you won't be able to find a girl like that. How can you take her to your house if you have this kind of thing on your shelf?" He told me off as he rifled through his backpack and pulled out a smaller bag.
My heart raced, because when he brought up a girl I thought of two very masculine guys that had already been to my house.
"I don't need a girlfriend." I mumbled.
"Nonsense." I said expressionlessly, standing up to pat my head. "You're just feeling bad about yourself. I will help you." He patted my back lightly as he passed, looking around briefly for the bathroom and finding it, closing the door behind him.
I don't need your help. Shit.
Oh man, he'd meet them at some point. I really had to do my best to avoid that now.
I wasn't sure what the hell I would do if Gift caught wind of any of what had happened, how the shit did you explain that kinda thing, not just the gay thing but the... the two of them thing...
[A/N] Patreon chapter 97.5 Part I and II are up next and linked in the hyperlink. ★⌒ヽ(╹꒳╹)
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