The Coolest Guy in School

[Blue_Flame]

ah, can't wait for the next part...really good story!

[matt1995]

‘What’s happening tonight?’ Charlie muttered, failing to be blasé.
‘You shouldn’t talk during the film, Number One… but since you did so well with that usher – I’ll give you the gist.’ Her pronunciation of that word was, Charlie was sure, meant to sound like ‘jizzed’. ‘Isolation. Anonymity. Volunteers. Slaves. Dreams. Nightmares.’ Charlie shivered. ‘Not yet,’ Lisa said, stroking his thigh. ‘You’ll need all your orgasms for tonight. Me however – I can go all day. That’s the challenge. You can only use your tongues. Every time you make me cum, you get a point. Number one, you can go first.’ Charlie was sure Lisa was not speaking quietly enough to be unheard, but she clearly had few reservations, as she rolled her denim skirt up, and slid her panties down. Charlie looked around and hesitantly went to his knees in front of her. She saw her pussy – shaved, clean and glistening already, and moved tentatively in.

His tongue entered her and he began to lick up and down, unsure of what to do – most of his knowledge from histrionic porn. Lisa began over the next few minutes to murmur to herself, tighten her legs slightly on Charlie’s head. His mouth began to get wet, and his cock got hard. What concerned Charlie was his thoughts: not on Lisa, the most beautiful cheerleader in school. Tits, ass and the most perfect slit he could hope for. Yet his mind wandered not to a greater realisation of this scenario – plunging his dick into her, making her scream with pleasure, spraying himself over her face and boobs. No – it went to the guy to his right, Lisa’s left. Charlie thought of Zak. He opened his eyes to realise he could see only darkness; hear only cunnilingus; smell only… well, it did smell pretty good. Yet he heard Lisa from above – ‘Hurry the fuck up, Number one…. Or else’. Charlie became more aggressive – going deep, and soon Lisa was vibrating, moaning loudly, and her thighs released him.

‘One point,’ she said. ‘Slow but steady. You…’ Zak moved quickly, ever competitive, and began to eat out his nemesis. Charlie sat and waited, sweating and stinking of pussy. He looked around and regretted it, noticing how close the other cinemagoers really were. Instead, he glanced at the reflection of the screen on Lisa’s tits, Zak’s back, his slight ass crack. He touched himself without Lisa’s noticing. Charlie waited, and waited. The sounds of cunnilingus were there, but Charlie was sure, regardless of perspective, they were quieter – certainly Lisa’s moans were. Within ten minutes, Lisa’s slapped Zak hard on the face. ‘Fucking queer,’ she spat. ‘Can even eat cunt right? Strengthen your lead, Number one’.

Charlie went back between Lisa’s thighs and, as before, began to eat her out. After about five minutes, she came – wetter than ever – and he gained his point. The cycle repeated. Zak failed – all his sexual prowess had been taken. He was deflated. Charlie remained rock hard, whereas he could see no bulge in Zak’s running shorts. Charlie was three, four, five points up. Zak did nothing as Lisa actually spat in his face. Charlie began to enjoy it – he may pity Zak, admire him, aspire to be him. But to be beating him felt so good. He was caught up in the moment, when a light broke their vigil.

It was Chuck. The fifteen year old, the taste of whose cum had only left Charlie’s mouth because of all of Lisa’s juices, looked shy and conflicted. He could clearly see what was happening, as Zak knelt on the floor in front of Lisa – all three sweating. The kid beckoned at them. Lisa shimmied in her seat, slightly. The cushion was becoming very sticky. ‘Deal with it, Number Two.’ Zak stood up and limped down the aisle, having not even yet wiped the spit from his face. Chuck began to turn and leave, with Zak implied to follow. ‘Keep going, then,’ Lisa said. ‘Seize the lead more. Eat me out.’ There was a noticeable grunt from the person behind, as they went to leave. Charlie dutifully got between her legs. He rubbed his cheek against her soft thigh, licked upwards and began to lap at her pussy.

Meanwhile, Chuck had led Zak not into a lobby but the storeroom, wherein he turned around, nervously.
‘We’ve got a complaint about what you’re doing in there,’ his voice sounded small. Zak looked at the floor, some of the spit fell from his face and to the floor. ‘It’s okay,’ Chuck said, gaining confidence as he observed Zak’s toned body. The older boy looked just like those he watched in secret online. ‘I’ll let it go. Just do what I say…’
Zak looked up, meeting his eyes. He struggled to speak, humiliated and furious. ‘What?’
‘Take off your shorts.’ Zak complied. His profoundly flaccid dick took Chuck aback. Its being clean shaved did not help its case. ‘Is that all? Get hard.’ Zak lamely began stroking his dick, usually so easy to bend (or straighten) to his will. He played with it for thirty seconds before his arms fell to his sides. ‘Fuck it,’ Chuck said, his voice more consciously deep. ‘Blow me.’ He took his cock from between his spacious work trousers. Zak fell to his knees, and began to suck him. Chuck thrusted against him. ‘Deeper.’ Zak sucked. ‘Deeper.’ Zak felt the dick in his mouth further engorge. ‘Deeper I said, you bitch.’ Chuck grabbed the back of Zak’s head and forced it down. Zak gagged and recoiled. Chuck looked down on the athlete in front of him, in supplication. ‘Turn around. I’m going… I’m going to fuck you.’ Zak did not move. ‘I can call the police on you and your friends.’ Zak still did not move. Chuck slapped him. ‘I’m going to fuck you in the ass and you’re going to like it and thank me!’ Zak moved smoothly and quickly. His hand came up loose, towards Chuck’s jaw, and tightened into a fist at the last possible moment. The effect was brutal. The boy was knocked out instantly, and flew backwards through the air, cock still hard and in hand, into a pile of boxes. Zak pulled on his cycling shorts and raced out the room.

Through the door, into the aisle, Zak pushed Charlie out of the way with force. He took one of Lisa’s thighs in each hand, and plunged into her with his tongue. He could barely breathe through his nose, even, as he moved the tip of his tongue all around, searching for the spot of greatest sensitivity. He felt the cheerleader writhe with pleasure. He attacked. Within a minute Lisa was shaking and moaning. She came. She came again. She could barely make a noise to say anything as her pussy squirted all over Zak’s unrelenting jaw. Charlie sat in the aisle to the side, lamely: at first taken aback, now rock hard. Like lifting weights in the gym, Zak’s position was perfect. Lower back arched and arms keeping her slit open. By the time the credits to the film began to roll ten minutes later, Lisa was spent. Charlie had lost. Lisa only managed to pull her panties on twenty seconds before the house lights came on.

‘Jesus… fuck… You eat pussy well for a faggot.’ Zak did not say anything. He stoically got to his feet. ‘You both meet me at this address this evening.’ She handed out two pieces of paper. ‘Seven o’clock. Don’t be late. Number one,’ she nodded at Zak. ‘You can come with clothes. Number two, you had better arrive naked. Starting now,’ Lisa held out her hand.
‘What?’
‘Your shorts.’
‘But, I need to get back to my house.’
‘Good luck with that, but if I don’t have your shorts in my hand in the next three seconds, I will destroy you. I have video of you requesting to be fucked. I have naked photos of you. As you blew that kid in that booth, I was filming. You think you’re a loser at school now – I will take you to new depths.’ Charlie pulled off his shorts – his hard dick flopping out – and stood naked in the cinema. He held his hard dick in one hand, making a lame attempt to cover it. ‘You go, number one.’ Zak promptly skipped out. Lisa waited a moment. ‘This is what happens when you try and climb the social hierarchy, Charlie,’ Lisa addressed him. ‘What, you blow some athlete to try and make friends? You’re too weak for all of this.’ Lisa kissed Charlie, suddenly and without opposition on the mouth. ‘It’s a shame,’ she said. ‘You have a good body and a great cock. Good luck getting home with it.’ With that, she left. Charlie shivered.

[paaltjepaal]

great storie
look like it is not goot to be one of that boys
I wonder how it goes on

[matt1995]

Charlie usually was a pretty fast runner, and now, even with one hand restraining his dick from flopping up and down too much, he moved faster than ever. Down the aisle he dashed low, just as from the other side of the theatre, an usher entered in. He cursed Zak under his breath for abandoning him, and Lisa over his breath for being such a goddamn bitch. As he came into the lobby, suddenly there were a group of girls, couldn’t have been older than fifteen, standing in a huddle on the opposite side. Gawping turned to screaming, and Zak had to sprint past them (only one of them wolf-whistling) and he was out.

Out on to the street, as if that were much real comfort. A woman was pushing a pram on the other side of the street, and – thankfully – began to hurry away. He sprinted down the side of the street, past a young couple, one of them shouting, and an old man, barely registering. His dick was still at half-mast – inexplicably for the amount of blood required for this level of exercise – and it was then he turned the corner. He was still ten minutes or so from home, and like this had no chance. It was a nice day. Everyone was out. He needed to steal some clothes. Around this corner: that request became a lot more urgent. A police officer just twenty metres away, he started – so did Charlie, and the order: ‘Hey. Stop there now!’

The sex offenders’ register. This would land him on the sex offenders’ register. He could not stop. He would have to get away. He practically slid over the front of a car, and could feel the cop in pursuit, still shouting, inaudible. The girl he sprinted past next – wasn’t she at his school, the year above, with an arse to die for, and now, it was his on show to her – and there was no time to explain. Just keep on running. His bare feet were really starting to hurt. His legs were starting to burn. A glance: behind – that cop was fast than he looked.

He turned down alleyway, began to try to speed up. He needed to speed up. The cop turned the corner, and – shit, was this a fucking TV serial – there was actually a fucking chain link fence ahead of him.
‘Stop where you are!’
Nothing for it. Running jump. His toes stung as they linked with the fence, but, hell, it might be better than shoes, this one time. The cop’s hand genuinely slapped his ass as he tried to grab him, and this was almost certainly Charlie’s redemption. Had he grabbed the ankle, Charlie’s be done for. As it was, the cop recoiled – how the fuck do you write this up – and Charlie made it over. Around another corner, into another alleyway, and – there he was…

Zak stood at the end of the alleyway, arms folded. Charlie came to a stop, as Zak approached strolled up. Behind Charlie, the sound of the cop still failing to clamber the fence. Zak didn’t say a word. He removed his shirt, and lifted it. Charlie moved his hands, and took the shirt. Zak removed his trunks and shorts in one, went to his knees – has it been mentioned Charlie still had a semi – and let Charlie step into his boxers. He returned his shorts to himself. They stood facing one another.

Charlie broke the silence: ‘What are we going to do?’
Zak: ‘I don’t know.’ Zak kissed Charlie – just for a moment, just lips. He turned and went. Charlie gave it a moment, and followed.

[helliswhatyoumake]

love it, really enjoyable!

[BarefootAlien]

This story is amazingly compelling!

I'll be honest, I love the tension between Zak and Charlie, and the triangle with Luke and the added tug from Maria.

But Lisa... wow. I hope they find a way out from her clutches. The homophobia is making my skin crawl, even if what happened was still pretty hot. My heart was racing as Charlie ran from the cop!

Really well done! Very compelling and gripping!

[HodgePodge]

whooo thats a good read!

[matt1995]

The taxi dropped Charlie at the side of the road. He got out, just in some shorts and a shirt and some trainers. He should be only a short walk from where he needed to get. He moved quietly, only provoking a faint rustling of leaves below his feet. He’d not come directly here, but had gone via Marie’s house, a big over-the-top one on the wealthy residential in town, not far from Zak’s on Greenborough Terrace. Her parents were in, and so they’d met in the greenhouse, where she’d touched his arm, kissed and bit his bottom lip, and teased his cock through these thin shorts and said a particularly appealing word: ‘Quickie?’ She’d squeezed her arms on either side and her tits had been pushed forward, and all Charlie, rising semi and endless sex drive had been able to say was: ‘I’ve got to go.’ He wouldn’t have mentioned it to her, but he didn’t know what was coming tonight, and needed to (again, his internal monologue’s terminology) ‘save his cum’. Because if for a moment this situation with Zak and Lisa, fucked up as may be, stopped being profoundly arousing, it would all begin to seem pretty scary. He fancied the hell out of Marie, regardless of his questions about how much they really clicked – this not including the feeling of being, thrusting, cumming inside her, of course. He also fancied the hell out of Lisa, and would love to eat her out again, even under blackmail. He also, and this was the thought that really dug deep into his psyche as he came closer to a collection of voices behind a low hedge just ahead of him, fancied the hell out of Zak. A chance to see him strip, to be naked around him and to – the thin shorts rose somewhat – suck his dick again… that was a major reason why he was here. He pulled off his shirt, shoes, socks, shorts, briefs – put them in a plastic bag and stowed them beneath a bush.

‘Were you thinking of the team, I wonder,’ Lisa said, talking to Zak, looking up at the tall handsome teenager in the moonlit clearing: ‘Were to thinking of the team while you fucked that whore in the year above? Were you thinking of their dicks, Number One? Were you thinking of their tight asses, Zakkie Boy?’
‘Do you need an answer to that, Boss?’
‘Not yet, Zak. I’ll find out.’
In walked Charlie. He tried not to let pain underfoot bother him. The light from the moon glistened off his cock, which pointed right back. Lisa turned, and walked over at him. God: did she look hot this evening: a denim miniskirt and matching jacket which exposed and pressed her tits together and out. She brushed his cock with the back of her hand.
‘How’s it going, baby?’
‘Good, Boss.’
‘Good, now come with me.’ And he followed behind her tight bubble ass, as Zak walked at his side. They walked in silence for a few minutes, and Charlie, trying to ignore how far he was getting from his clothes, kept feeling Zak’s eyes upon his swinging dick, and, when they headed around another corner, through another clearing, upon his ass. Charlie was so fucking horny, and as Lisa headed around behind a large wooden wall, took the opportunity to grab through a pair of grey joggers Zak’s cock. He felt it pulse in his hands. They came behind this towering wall, where Lisa faced them.

‘Hope you two are ready?’
‘Yes, Boss.’ In unison.
‘Good, now Number One – come here.’
Zak walked forward, and Lisa eyed him up. Without pausing, she slipped her hand down the front of his joggers, and squeezed his cock. ‘You keep in smooth down there, champ?’
‘Yes, Boss.’
‘But, you’re a man, aren’t you?’ She stroked now the side of his face. ‘Your face says that you’re a man. Even a fag’s a man, right?’ Zak didn’t say anything. ‘Is a fag a man, Number One?’
‘Yes… Boss.’
‘I’m glad you appreciate that. But for what we’re doing tonight, I can’t have anyone know that you’re a man.’ She pulled out a straight razor from her back pocket, and looked at in menacingly. Charlie felt his cock tense: what was this crazy bitch up to? Zak’s hand unconsciously covered his cock; the other clenching behind him. ‘Your stubble – Zak: I’ve got no time for it.’
‘Okay, Boss.’ He took the razor as it was handed to him. ‘Do you have any cream?’
‘Oh, of course,’ Lisa said, ‘I’ll get it for you.’ She wandered over to Charlie, and took the end of his dick in one of her small smooth hands. Leading him over to Zak, she began to pump him gently. ‘On your knees,’ she ordered Zak, and then, ‘Take over.’ Charlie had been horny – well, for several years – but at such an elevated level for the previous couple of weeks. Lisa wanking him off was bliss: Zak blowing him was heaven. This was a sensual blowjob, and it really wasn’t long before Charlie was closing his eyes and edging closer. Zak’s tongue caressed his end, and now his hand pulling on Charlie’s balls. A little finger crept underneath, and touched Charlie there.

‘I’m going to-’ Charlie said. ‘I’m going to-’. Zak’s lips pulled back, Charlie’s eyes opened to see – and feel – five shots of hot, sticky cum hit Zak in between the eyes and then – team tactician through and through – he exposed each lightly-stubbled cheek to Charlie’s spray. ‘Fuck,’ Charlie said. ‘F-uck.’
‘You two look to be enjoying yourselves,’ Lisa said. ‘Good: why don’t you do the honours, Number Two?’ Charlie went to his knees too, as his cock slowly lowered, and took the razor and began. He rubbed his cum into the texture of Zak’s face, looking into his eyes, as he then straightened the razor and took it to Zak’s cheek. It didn’t take too long, as Zak didn’t exactly have the most facial hair, but just a few days of late-teenage stubble. On his neck, a slight nick, and a small amount of blood. Zak didn’t even wince. Charlie wiped it with the end of his finger, and, keeping eye contact, Zak sucked it off. Zak was clean shaven.
‘Careful, Number Two: don’t want to catch that there AIDS,’ Lisa said, strolling over. Zak again remained inscrutable. She stroked Charlie on the cheek. ‘For you I’ve got a different idea in mind. She moved him to his feet, and caressed his ass with one hand. But I’ll need a bit of extra foam, I think: Zakkie boy, you’re not quite the shooter you were in that video all the time, I suppose.’ She turned into the darkness of the clearing, and called: ‘Luke!?’

[matt1995]

Luke walked out from between the trees, shirtless and holding a camcorder in one hand. His bike shorts were tented with his semi, and he brushed his dick with one hand as he walked forward.
‘Hi, guys,’ he said. ‘Always good to see you: Charles, Zachariah. Where do you want me, Lis?’
‘Both of the two of you,’ Lisa said, flicking her fingers between the kneeled Zak and standing Luke. ‘Number Two here’s a slim man, with a firm and curvaceous ass, isn’t that right?’ She looked at Charlie, who nodded slowly. ‘Yet the illusion is not quite real, not yet: and so we must ensure that ‘down there’,’ she gripped one of Charlie’s buttocks again, ‘is entirely smooth.’
‘What about who cums first?’ Luke asked. ‘You know, on his ass? What do they win? Or the other person lose?’
‘Luke – why, I hadn’t thought about that…’ Lisa continued to stroll around. ‘You’re game?’ He nodded. ‘Okay, well: the first person to shoot crosses the wall, then. The other can undertake stage one, personally.’
‘Agreed.’ Luke said, as Zak got slowly to his feet, and began to undress. Luke whipped off his shorts quickly, and already was tugging on his dick. Zak moved slowly.
‘Trust me, Number One: you want this freedom,’ Lisa said, passing him in the clearing as she pushed gently but firmly on Charlie’s back, and held his waist with his other hand, so soon, he was bent over, hands flat to the ground, presenting. ‘This is a serious opportunity.’

Zak moved behind Charlie, and as his side Luke was pumping his six-inch cock vigorously. Zak, still feeling taken aback and powerless, still cum-scented and the lower part of his neck and around where his sideburns would be beginning to crust, seemed more taken now that Charlie’s ass was only a foot from his cock, and beside him Luke, with his indisputable sexuality, biting his lower lip and moaning. Zak pumped his seven-and-a-half inches of thick dark cock. Charlie’s thighs were beginning to hurt, and on the one hand he was desperate to be anywhere else, but on the other he just wanted one of the two: both of the two, in turn – to shove themselves into him. Lisa watched and slipped her hand down the front of her shinny jean-shorts, and began to rub her clit slowly. Out the corner of his eye, Luke watched Zak’s progress, his hustle, and slowly but noticeably slowed down. Zak came hard into Charlie’s asscrack, and as the shots came Charlie reached behind and stopped any of it dripped onto the ground below. Six shots: seven… they kept coming and pooling in Charlie’s cupped hand. Luke stopped, panting, and said: ‘I think we’ve got enough, Boss.’

‘Okay, Number One: we can use yours later…’ she said. ‘Zak, please get dressed.’ Zak looked curious at her. ‘I mean, if you want, babe: you look plenty fine as you are.’ That said, Zak took up his clothes and, the last drop of semen dripping from his throbbing cock, put his clothes back on. ‘Number Two, stay where you are. Number One,’ she handed him the straight-razor: ‘Be careful, won’t you?’ Luke knelt down and began to cut the stray hairs from around Charlie’s ass. As with his cheek and thighs, there were not many, and he rubbed the abundance of cum in as he worked on Charlie. Charlie: whose thighs were burning. Charlie: whose cock was once again hard. Charlie: who, within a few minutes, had a perfectly smooth area, as Lisa said, ‘down there’.

They stood up, and, with Zak and Lisa dressed, Luke in his shorts (and still holding the camcorder) and Charlie, still naked, they walked. Not for long, but soon they came to these two trees, and between them hung two large banners – those of the football team, all but Charlie would know – pegged together extensively in the middle. ‘Zak, do you want to head to the other side,’ Lisa said, and Zak walked around the tree, a single worried look across at Charlie. Noise came from behind the tree. The sound of many people talking, of party music playing. ‘Number Two, take the camcorder. Don’t point it away from those banners. Number One, on your knees just there,’ she pointed to the ground in front of the flags. ‘You’ll know when it’s time.’
Lisa walked past the tree, and began to talk. Charlie waited, pointing the camera at Luke, who stared ahead, smiling. ‘Alright, team: we’re all here now, right?’
‘Except Luke,’ a voice recognisable as Pierre’s came out.
‘No matter. It’s time, I think, to reward all your efforts so far this year,’ Lisa said, evidently pacing back and forth in front of the ring of players. ‘You’ve done extremely well. Your reward, players, kneels on the other side of this partition. Now, you’ll see some cheerleaders here, but others are not here, they are there. We’ll see how perceptive you boys really are, eh?’
A cheer rose up.
‘Who’s first?’ asked Lisa. Another cheer. ‘Ted, come on forward…’

[matt1995]

Lisa walked slowly around the circle of people, as Ted walked tentatively forward. She semed to have a total control of the crowd, the alpha female, the boss. Ted stood in the centre now, looking awkwardly out at everybody, a beer in one hand. Lisa strolled up towards him, pressed her tits against his side, and draped her arms around his neck.
She spoke clearly: ‘The whole team has done very well – every single one of you guys. And I’m glad some of us cheerleaders are here, because – I’ve been talking to them, and we agree that y’all deserve a reward.’
A cheer went up, as behind the curtain, Luke waited patiently, and Charlie bit his lower lip in trepidation, and excitement.
‘Some of them are behind this curtain – they think that you deserve the reward, don’t worry.’ As Lisa was speaking, she now began to undress Ted. His shirt, revealing his pale but well-muscled torso, and then pulled his trousers and boxers in one go. Ted’s semi sprung out, and more whoops from the crowd. ‘But they don’t want to be called,’ Lisa went down on her knees, and in front of her face, Ted’s cock began to rise up – ‘sluts.’ She bit forward a moment, as if she were about to take him in her mouth, all seven inches of thick British dick, and then moved back. ‘Through the curtain,’ she said. ‘Enjoy.’

Charlie moved around, feeling the cold as his dick teased becoming hard again, as Luke fellated Ted. The seventeen-year-old moaned loudly, as a natural performer, causing repeated cheers from the audience. Luke didn’t recoil as his dick was thrust repeatedly into his mouth through the small gap in the curtain, even as Ted’s hand moved into the curtain itself, and grasped the back of Luke’s head to go deeper. Luke didn’t let Ted finish in his mouth – no, he relinquished him, and, with deliberately delicate hand action, pumped Ted’s load onto his chest. Damon was next inside his mouth, with Lisa calling out the lads as if it were a game show line up. Each one, blown. Each, caught on film. Luke was tireless. Lisa clearly enjoying herself. The group celebrating the debauchery. Nelson, Tim, Brock, Casey. Some dribbled lethargically onto Luke’s smooth chin, others threw loads at his face with force. Pierre shouted swear words as he came: ‘Suck it bitch,’ he said, ‘Enjoy it.’ The energy decreased as each lad in turn came, with the energetic chants turning to just a satisfied chatter. Lisa greeted new people as they arrived into the circle. Charlie got every cumshot on camera, his cock almost painful in his hardness by now. There were footsteps behind Charlie, and as he turned he saw one of the cheerleaders walk towards him. It was Kim, the woman who’d been bukkaked, one of Lisa’s best friends. She brought her finger to her lips, and patted Charlie on the ass as she walked towards Luke. Lisa was speaking again to the circle as Kim brought her finger along Luke’s chest, and wiped a small portion of cum on her chin.
Kim whispered: ‘It’s time for you two to swap, she said.’ Charlie gulped as Luke took the camera from him. This operation was getting too big. It was getting dangerous.

‘Okay: Kim, I think you’ve had enough.’ Kim walked out around the curtain, and once again a cheer went up. Applause, even. ‘But don’t worry, there’s still someone else back there. We’ll need to speed up though: the two of you?’ Charlie glanced through the small hole, as he took to his knees. John and Rob, the twins with the fucked up relationship, were moving forward. Rob’s shirt was already off, and he was demonstrating his abs to the crowd. John’s dick was out, and indiscriminately now being shoved through the hole. Charlie actually corrected his jaw with his hand as, wondering whether his blowjob would actually pass for a woman’s, he took the dick in his mouth. The taste – pre-cum and sweat – hit him as it had before, and then the thickness and fleshiness of it. Its saltiness. It pulsing. He was doing well, could feel it leaking into his mouth. Then through the same hole, pressing into its brother, came the other cock. Charlie left John’s dick for a moment, as he moved back, felt Luke’s camera upon his person, and tugged at them both. His tongue danced on the end of each as he pumped, as one hand moved down to tickle the balls. He barely noticed Luke setting the camera upon a tripod behind him. He did notice the twins cum in his face in quick succession. He noted the greetings from the circle, visible as if through a locked door in front of him, and then as Lisa called Luke forward.

He tried to remember the team as Luke moved his semi in through the hole. The atmosphere was now a hum. Charlie was exhausted, wanted to cum but had no time for it, and barely had the energy to blow Luke.
Through the curtain, Luke spoke under his breath, in a way totally different to Pierre: ‘Yes, Charlie… yes. You’re good at this. You make a good cocksucker. You’re probably a good fucker as well. How’d you feel about being inside me, Charlie? How’d you feel about me being inside you?’ Charlie didn’t know. The vein in Luke’s cock was thick. He tasted good: much better than the twins. Clearly the filming had got him on edge, as Luke whispered: ‘Swallow it, Charlie, swallow me’. Charlie obliged. He felt the stream of cum hit the back of his throat. He moved it through his mouth with his tongue. Luke pulled back.

‘Well, boys: I hope you’ve enjoyed it. But there’s one more guy left who deserves some cred. All the cred, you might say. The heart of this team: the beating, pulsating cock of this team.’ A rising noise again. ‘Well – Zak, you deserve more than just a blowjob. Come forward.’ Zak made his way forward, having watched the scene before with increasing fear. Lisa was up to something. The evidence kept growing too: what had started as ‘Fuck me, I want you to fuck me’ was now a fucking dossier. Yet it kept getting harder to get out. So he stepped into the centre of the circle. Around him, drunken lads and girls, some still shirtless from their go.
‘You’re not afraid of showing some skin, are you, Captain, my Captain? We’ve all seen the video.’ She undressed Zak much more slowly than she had Ted, and pulled off each item sensually. She kissed his neck, stroked his thigh, and removed his underwear with her teeth. Zak’s cock was not yet fully hard, as Lisa guided him around. The audience was quiet now, moved in slightly, and captivated. In front of the curtain, she went to her knees, and gently caressed Zak’s dick as she spoke under her breath.

‘Your ass, Charlie.’ His name, at last. ‘He’s going to fuck you in the ass. If I were you, I’d try not to make too much noise. It might be obvious. I’d hate for people to know.’
‘You goddamn bitch,’ Zak said, in the same tone, all the while he became fully hard.
‘No need for that, Zachary. Isn’t this what you always wanted? Fuck him, Zak. I want you to fuck him.’
Lisa moved backwards, as Zak moved his dick through hole. Zak spoke quietly: ‘Spit, Charlie. You’ll need lube.’ Charlie did this for himself, one hand on the ground, the other preparing himself. ‘I’m sorry, Charlie.’ Zak sounded emotional, vulnerable. His dick pressed into Charlie’s crack. Charlie shivered. ‘I’m sorry for bringing you into this.’
‘It’s no good now, mate,’ Charlie said, his voice harsher now, as Zak’s tip pushed into him. ‘Just fuck me.’ There it was. Zak moved forward. He’d wanked many times thinking about this in recent days. He’d wanked thinking about this – finally being him, finally fucking someone he fancied, even respected – for so much longer. He entered Charlie, who let out a moan, just a little bit too quiet for the audience to hear. They were muted to the pair now, who fucked through this tiny gap. Charlie had wanked too about this: this way around, the other way around. He wished they could be alone. He wished that he could look into Zak’s face. He wished it didn’t hurt so much – and holy shit did it hurt. Zak moved slowly to start with: in-and-out, shallow strokes, his cock getting harder and harder as it continued, and Charlie feeling that hardness.
‘Holy fuck,’ Charlie let out. Who knew who could hear? ‘Fuck me.’
‘I am,’ under his breath and then, thinking of cover, much louder: ‘Fuck.’ Zak began to moan loudly, the crowd noise came back, and Charlie could bite his bottom lip, and swear as his ass was pounded. More aggressively now. Deeper. Charlie’s dick had gone semi-flaccid through the pain, but he could not remember the same intensity of feeling.

‘You enjoying that, Zak?’ Lisa asked loudly enough for the crowd to hear, to cheer. Zak was too deep, too horny, too in the moment to answer, or to think. Zak wasn’t to know that there smartphones were filming. He wasn’t to know the reverse angle on the camera behind Charlie. He wasn’t to know that the curtain through which he fucked Charlie in the ass was only held up by a single rope, and that rope affixed to a nearby tree by a single knot. That knot loosened in a single pull: Lisa knew such things. She wandered around.
‘You enjoying that, Zak?’ It was louder. Zak was louder too, moaning, nearing climax.
‘You enjoying that?’ Shouting, practically, and by the knot now.
‘Yeah!’ Zak shouted, whether in response or not he did not know. He was perhaps thirty seconds from cumming. ‘Yes! Fuck – yes!’

The knot was pulled. The curtain came down, and such was it held that it split in the middle, and fell around the two teenagers, one inside the other. The assembled crowd gasped, and shouted. The cameras caught everything. Everyone found out. Everything changed.

[matt1995]

That's the end of this story: but there is a sequel coming, tentatively titled:

After the Storm

This will be five years on, and a much more mature, reflective story.

I hope you liked Coolest Guy in School. Any feedback for this story, or thoughts for the new one, please comment below.

Cheers.