Auditorium Sex

Auditorium Sex

I had him pinned to the wall. Panting hard, I slammed our lips together swallowing his gasp of surprise. He squeaked into my mouth and pushed at me weakly. I pulled away just a little and looked at him.

“W-what are you doing John?” My captive asked me.

“You touched my ass during Bohemian Rhastamabodi. That was touch number one too many. You have to be punished, don’t you know Newton’s Law? Something along the lines of every action has a reaction. This is the reaction you’re getting for being so attractive and so damn touchy feely.” I replied with a dark smirk.

He smiled back at me and whispered something that completely shocked me.

“You might want to ask Brandon first, he doesn’t like it when people ‘react’ with his toys without permission.”

His smile turned slightly feral.

“Do you Brandon?”

My eyes widened as I glanced over my shoulder to meet the twinkling glare of Brandon Ward.

“No I don’t Jeff.” He murmured softly placing a hand on either side of Jeff Kline’s head, effectively trapping me between him and my target. My breath hitched as he pressed himself up against my back, letting me feel his bone.

“Ask me if I care…” I managed to get out as I pressed myself against Jeff and kissed him roughly.

I yelped as Brandon yanked my head back by my hair and bit my neck, sucking and licking until I knew it would leave a mark. He licked a path up to my ear.

“Do you care John Trumble?” Brandon whispered, his breath ghosting over the wet trail he had just made. I gulped, feeling my cheeks begin to flush.

“No.” I panted, almost completely out of breath.

He bit me again and I almost cried out as he accompanied the bite with a firm grasp on my hard dick.

“Yes! I care!” I whimpered.

“Good, now are you going to ask if you can play with my toy?” He growled squeezing his hand quickly.

“C-Can I play with your toy?” I stammered, realizing that I had lost control over the situation.

He took a few steps back.

“Suck him off.” Brandon ordered as Jeff lowered his shorts grinning.

I stared at him for a moment, then remembering that he was in charge I knelt and reached for Jeff’s boxers. They had lobsters on them.

“Jeff, what have I told you about stealing my underwear?” Brandon asked in a mock angry voice.

“Not to?” Jeff guessed with a laugh.

“You’re incorrigible…” Brandon sighed.

I ignored them both and dropped the boxers around his ankles, instantly taking him into my mouth. I felt him gasp as I swirled my tongue up and down. I grabbed his hips and pressed them to the wall as he tried to buck into my mouth. Taking his whole length in my mouth and finding that some of him extended into my throat, I gagged delicately. I didn’t think he was this big.

I nipped at the base of his dick and then poked my tongue out of my mouth and licked at his balls. I raised my head almost all the way off him and twirled my tongue around the very tip of his member. His hands tangled in my hair and he pushed my head back down abruptly as he released hard with a wordless moan. I swallowed all that he gave me and then slid away, looking to Brandon to see what I was allowed to do next.

He was panting with his hand down his pants and his eyes half closed, glasses askew. How fun to have an audience…

“Dominate him.” He growled impatiently.

My smirk came back fully as I dropped my shorts and, after a small struggle, had Jeff pinned again. We were both fully naked and his hard on was quickly coming back. I wonder how many people have had sex in the back of the auditorium like this.

I kissed him hard, shoving my tongue in immediately. We moaned in unison as our lengths pressed against each other. He bucked out against me wildly and I pressed back with my hips securing him against the wall.

Something banged into the wall next to our heads and we both looked over startled. Jeff laughed softly.

Black fuzzy handcuffs… I smirked and glanced at Brandon, who still had his hand in his shorts.

“Use them” He ordered hoarsely.

“I thought I threw those away…” Jeff complained quietly.

Brandon opened one eye, “You did. I bought a new pair.”

“Brandoooooon!” Jeff whined as I snapped one of the cuffs on his right hand and tossed the other over one of the random protruding objects on the wall just high enough so that he was on his tiptoes.

“Shut up!” I demanded cuffing the other hand and stepping back for a moment to admire my work.

The object of my lust was cuffed to a piece of metal sticking out of the wall, his toes just barely touching the ground, hard as ever, and pouting at me quite deliciously.

“I hate these things…” Jeff grumbled.

“And I like them.” Brandon and I responded at the same time. I glanced at him quickly and he eyed me. Then he stood up and walked over, positioning himself behind me and pushing me towards Jeff.

“Get on with it.” He said with a prod to my back, “No more playing about.”

I heard a zipper and a whooshing noise and glanced back again. His shorts. They’re down. Is he…?

“Just fuck him already!” He exclaimed.

“No Lube?” I asked.

“No.”

“Brandon-” Jeff started.

“No fingers?” I asked, interrupting Jeff.

“No.”

“Brandon! Are you insa-” Jeff began again.

“And are you fucking me?” I interrupted Jeff once more.

“Yes.”

“Brandon, would you listen to-”

This time I interrupted Jeff by tossing his legs around my hips and giving a quick thrust upwards, he broke off in a pained wordless wail. I pushed in till I was completely sheathed and waited for a minute so he could get adjusted. I watched the pain slowly drain from his face. He’s so tight… I gave a small gasp as I felt Brandon press himself up against my entrance. Then he waited. Like me. He’s going to wait for me to pull back out of Jeff because then I’ll impale myself.

“This is gonna hurt a bit.” He whispered in my ear as Jeff nodded at me, signaling that he was okay for me to move. I slowly brought myself out of Jeff and onto Brandon, feeling tears prick the corners of my eyes in pain and discomfort. Suddenly Brandon grabbed my waist and yanked me down the rest of the way. I cried out loudly and bit my lip, what a strange combination of pain and pleasure. Jeff didn’t wait for me to get comfortable, he used his legs to move himself up and down my length. A few seconds more of that and that uncomfortable thing filling me became more than comfortable, it became downright electrifying.

I began thrusting into Jeff as he came down again and I felt his hands grip my shoulders hard as I hit his prostate full on. And so began our rhythm, I’d push into Jeff as Brandon pulled out of me and Brandon would thrust into me as I pulled out of Jeff. Jeff was sucking and nipping and biting at the right side of my neck giving me hickey after hickey and Brandon was working on the other side. I had one of my hands entangled in Jeff’s hair and the other pumping his cock at the rhythm of my thrusts, my hand clenching every time Brandon pushed in.

My breath caught in my throat as Jeff came and he clenched sporadically around my dick. The sensation of him squeezing the hell out of me while I was pumping in and out and Brandon hitting my prostate every time I went down was almost better than the orgasm itself. Almost.

White hot light erupted in front of my eyes and I moaned incoherently and extremely loudly. I slammed into Jeff one last time and released myself deep inside him. The feel of Brandon cumming inside me only added to the unbelievable feeling. Panting, I slid out of Jeff as Brandon slid out of me and we collapsed to the floor. I landed on top of Brandon and looked up at Jeff, whose dick was hanging about a foot n front of me.

“Um… A little help here?” Jeff sighed glancing up at the handcuffs in annoyance.

I laughed softly and dragged myself up to unlock them, grabbing the key out of Brandon’s discarded shorts. I glanced down at Brandon.

“As much as I would love to collapse right here on the spot, I don’t think it would be wise to stick around for Buffa or the janitors to find us. We can collapse in my car alright?” I said, yawning loudly.

“Alright.” Brandon replied amiably. I unlocked the cuffs and tossed them at Brandon catching Jeff as he fell towards me. He looked at his wrists. There were dark purple bruises around them. I poked one and he winced.

“That’s why I threw away the first pair…” He grumbled, shooting a glare at Brandon.

I laughed as I yanked my shorts on and headed out the door, the other two behind me.

We spent the rest of the night, it was one by the time we got to my car, curled in the backseat of my car shirtless and woke up to my sisters face gawking at us through the window.

How am I gonna get out of this one?

~*Zanica Valentine*~