Good Grades

Please note: Erik and his friend are 16 (His friend is slightly older but still in the same year at school). Nick is 18.

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Good Grades

 

“Shouldn't you two be in school?”



Nick stood in the doorway of the living room, staring down at the two boys sat cross-legged on the floor. They had their backs to him, focusing hard on the television and the game they were playing, controllers in hands.



“Shouldn't you?”



Nick snorted at the response. They didn't even turn to look at him. Sure, he wasn't related but he was Erik's brothers best friend. That should have meant he had authority over the two lumps sat on the rug who were trying to pretend he wasn't even there.



“I have free periods. You don't.”



He stared at the younger of the two, Erik, and got the occasional glimpse of his teeth biting into his bottom lip every time he almost died in the game, tongue rolling over hot, sweet, pink lips so frequently. What would he do to his bottom lip if he happened to die? Nick wanted to find out, but he didn't have the patience. When the kid shuffled, squirming on the spot, Nick stared down his back to where his shirt ended and the free skin before jeans continued. He could see just a little ass crack. Enough... But not really.



“What you goin' to do about it? Stand there and whine all afternoon? Go away. We're playin'.”



“Turn the fucking game off, you little shit.”



When Nick's demands were not met he strode into the room, kicking the controls out of Erik's hands and scowling down at him. Hands on his hips, he stared down at the younger boy and watched with a grin on his face as the kid backed up hastily, his friend putting the controls down carefully on the floor, wary.



“Turn it off.”



“But we were playing. We weren't doing anything bad. What's it matter to you, anyway?”



Erik swallowed, beginning to wonder where his brother was. Why was Nick in their house anyway? Why wasn't he at home or annoying someone else, somewhere else? They were questions Erik didn't ask, instead giving in to the harsh stare and flicking the television off, sighing. They'd gotten far in the game, too. And now it was all lost.



“It matters to me a great deal, Erik. We can't have you growing up to be a dumbass, can we?”



“And you think going to school is going to make me smart? … But Mark goes to school and he's a dumbass.”



“I've never understood why you and your brother don't get on, Erik. Mark is such a nice guy...” Nick crouched down to get on Erik's level, hand grabbing the kids jaw in an attempt to force eye contact. It worked.



“Nice to you, maybe. He's a dick to me.”



“Watch your mouth.” Nick jerked his hand, keeping a hold of Erik's jaw and the younger boy yelped, eyes wide as his head was pulled. “You're in trouble, Erik. Big trouble. First I find you out of school. Do you really want to try telling me that you shouldn't be there? If I called your mama would she say it's okay for you to be at home?” Erik looked down at the floor as best he could and Nick snorted. “Yeah. Thought so. It's bad to lie, Erik. It's bad to skip school and hide here playing games all day. We want you to grow up and be a smart young man. Not some bum who can't get a job. Two, you insult your brother. My best friend. That's not kind. Do you want to grow up a smart, pleasant boy, Erik? Or do you want to grow up to be a moron who is cruel and most unpleasant?”



“I...” Erik swallowed, finding it a struggle with Nick's fingers close to his throat. “I want to grow up smart and pleasant?”



“Yeah. Exactly. I think you know what that means.”



Erik stared, dumb.



“It means I'm going to have to make sure you get forgiveness for what you did wrong. Would you like me to forgive you for skipping school and saying nasty things?”



“But he really is mean to me, Nick!”



The sudden outburst had Nick smirking. He knew how his best friend was and the exact reason why. Thankfully, he wasn't his best friend. He could get away with much worse.



“I know, Erik. And I'm sorry about that.” Nick reached out with his free hand, stroking fingers through Erik's hair in an attempt to soothe him. “Oh so sorry.”



“You gay?” Erik's friend was about to stand up as he asked the question but Nick quickly slammed him back down on his ass with his hand on a shoulder, the kid grimacing and rubbing his arm, falling back into silence.



“I don't like the people you are friends with, Erik. The don't know when to keep their mouths shut and for all I know, it's his fault you're not in school. So what are you going to do to show me how sorry you are for all these things? I shouldn't have to be telling you everything you're doing wrong.”



“Um...”



“Wrong answer. Try again. Try harder this time.”



“I don't know what you want me to do, Nick. Can't we just go? We'll go back to school for the rest of the day, I promise.”



The whined promise had Nick's dick twitching and he quickly shook his head.



“No. That will never do.”



“But that's what you want, right? Smart people go to school?”



“True. But you're not there and by the time you got to the right class it would almost be done. I think your time would be better used making things up to me. I'm sure I can be nicer than some of your teachers. Do they make you feel good?”



“Huh?” Erik blinked up at Nick, confused again. “You mean like.. Do they give me good grades? Yeah.”



“Would you like me to give you a … Good grade feeling?”



“... What am I being graded on?”



“How well you can use your mouth.”



“Are you seriously asking me to blow you?”



“Wow. Something has been making you smart. I'm in shock. You going to say no? You going to tell me you don't like cock?” Nick eyed Erik's friend carefully.



“Of course I'm going to say no, you twisted fuck! You have nothing over me. Nothing that is enough to make me do that!” Erik scowled up at Nick, trying to back away. “Get the hell off me so I can tell Mark he's got a psycho as a best friend.”



“Would you like me to tell you about the things I see? Would you like me to tell you about the time in the kitchen when you and your buddy over here were... Playing doctor? Would you like me to tell you about how I saw you bend over for him? His tongue in your ass. Should I tell you about the best time? The time I found you on the stares at six in the morning with his cock in your mouth? The multiple times I spotted you with him in your room? He always seems to have his pants around his ankles and dick in your mouth. Are you going to tell me you don't like cock?”



“I don't like YOUR cock.” Erik's response was fast and firm.



“Do you like the thought of your parents finding out about what you do? About how you skip school to do each other?”



Both boys fell silent and glanced to eachother, Erik scowling to his friend. The other boy simply shook his head.



“Mm, so let's see what grade you can get before class is finished. Remember, the more effort you put in, the better the outcome.”



Erik sighed when the hand let go of his jaw and he shuffled forward on his knees as Nick stood, giving one last glance back to his friend before fingers worked on Nick's pants. Once fabric was out of the way, Erik took a confident hold of Nick's hard cock. There was an awkward pause and Nick slapped Erik's cheek just hard enough to sting and get the message across.



“It's pretty, I know, but hurry the fuck up.”



Well, if he was getting graded on this... Erik hated getting low grades and the thought of Nick opening his mouth and blabbering anything to... Well.. Anyone, had him on edge. Rolling his tongue over the tip of Nick's dick, Erik took his time, tongue covering everywhere and sliding up the entire shaft before his mouth engulfed it.



Nick gave a grunt, hips pushing forwards once his cock found warmth and wetness. As Erik sucked him, tongue working constantly, Nick fondled the younger boys hair, watching him work.



“Seems like your friend is on to a good thing having access to this all the time.”



He gave no further warning, ramming his hips forwards and holding the back of Erik's head at the same time, forcing his way into the tight confines of Erik's throat. He felt the boy gag once, hard, and then again as he shuffled his weight on his knees, trying to get to a comfortable angle. Moments later and Nick found he was able to rock back and forth with ease and no resistance.



“You enjoy throat fucking?” Nick grinned at the fact that Erik couldn't answer but made eye contact. “Well, I'm ever so glad to find that out but enough.” He pulled out and watched Erik become confused again.



“You said that's what you wanted, right?”



“Mhm. So?”



“So you didn't finish.” Erik almost sounded annoyed by the fact. “How can you grade me?”



“I changed my mind. I want something different. Strip.”



The two younger boys looked at eachother again.



“One of you have something to say?”



“No.” Erik shook his head and shuffled about so he could easily remove his pants and underwear.



“He's a virgin-”



“Oh my fucking god. Why can't you just keep your mouth shut. I don't see how this is any of your fucking business!”



“Now, now.” Nick moved, following Erik and gesturing for him to get on his hands and knees. “There's no need to argue. Your little friend did the right thing in telling me. We wouldn't want to hurt you now, would we?”



“I'm not technically... A virgin.” The words were bitten out and, on his hands and knees, Erik shook his head, staring at the floor once again.



“Technically? I can't wait to find out what you mean by that.”



Nick wasted no time in licking a finger and pushing it in to the knuckle. He frowned, twisting his finger, looking thoughtful. He looked down at Erik and found the boys face was scrunched up. Removing the lone finger had Erik frowning hard and adding two, deep into his ass, had him scrunching his face up again and Nick couldn't quite read the expression. It didn't really look like one conveying pain.



“Someone want to share a secret?”



A third finger and Erik grunted, biting down on his lip hard immediately afterwards, but it was too late and he couldn't hide his erection all too well.



“He's had... Other stuff.”



“Oh? How interesting. Erik likes to be naughty, does he? Shame he hasn't given you his ass... Shame for you. Not shame for me. Are you just not man enough to do him right?”



Nick pulled his fingers free and laughed when Erik shuffled his hips in the air, a squeak of a whine coming from him.



“Calm ya self. I'm not mean. I wouldn't leave you like this since your friend clearly doesn't know where he's meant to stick his cock.”



Nick had no idea what Erik had experimented with but he was going to prove that a good hard cock was better than anything else he'd tried. Positioning himself behind Erik, he took a hold of his cock, pushing forwards in one long motion, not stopping until he was balls deep. He almost missed Erik's groan because of his own.



“Tell me what else your ass has had.”



Nick started out slow, dragging backwards and making Erik whine and wiggle his ass. It was enough to give Nick the hint and he thrust forwards, forcing his way back into Erik's tight ass.



“Just... Stuff.” It was Erik's friend who spoke up, shrugging from where he was still sat.



“Like what?” Nick found a nice pace that had Erik making mewling noises in his throat, still biting down on his bottom lip.



“Dildo and stuff.”



“Stuff?”



“The end of a hairbrush once..”



“Did you like that, Erik?” Erik shook his head, rocking himself back on Nick's cock. “Why not?”



“Wasn't... Very big.”



“Mhm. Do you like my cock, Erik?”



“Uh-huh.”



“Do you like sucking your friends cock, Erik?” Erik nodded again, pushing himself back harder against Nick. “Why don't you ask him... He might let you suck his cock while you enjoy mine at the same time.”



Nick watched as Erik slowly lifted his head and parted his lips. Right at that moment he grabbed Erik's hips, thrusting hard and fast into him, making the boy cry out loudly and grind his ass against Nick as best he could.



“Ugh.. Please?”



“Please what? What do you want? You want to suck your friends dick?” Erik nodded, a gargling sound coming from him as Nick pounded into him again. “Say it. Say what you want.”



“I want to.. Suck your dick.”



“Who? My dick?” Nick stopped all movement, pouting. “You don't like riding my dick anymore, Erik? You want me to pull out....”



Nick only got an inch out before Erik was shaking his head furiously.



“You don't want to suck my cock?”



“No... Yes.... No...” Erik was becoming even more confused and Nick gave his ass a pat.



“You want to suck your friends cock still?”



“I want... To suck my friends cock.”



Erik's friend had no problem with such a desire and was quick to pull his already hard dick out, making Nick laugh.



“You like watching Erik get fucked, hm? I bet I'm going to like watching him suck you off while I fuck him.”



With cock being held out to him, brushing against his lips, how was Erik supposed to say no? He opened his mouth and got to work on his friend, familiar with what he liked. Licking up his shaft, he smiled when his friend moaned and pushed forwards, grazing the back of his throat.



Nick watched Erik's mouth work and the mix of saliva and precome seep out of the corners of his mouth, dribbling down his chin and onto the rug. The kid had his eyes closed, enjoying two dicks at once.



“God, kid. You really do like cock.”



Erik, unable to respond with anything much, grunted in response, grinding back against Nick again. Picking up the pace, Nick ended up pounding into Erik, sending the younger boy jolting forwards constantly and, by the sounds he was making, causing the cock in his mouth to get shoved into his throat over and over. Erik's friend didn't last long, groaning and fisting Eriks' hair as he gave short, sharp thrusts, letting the throat milk him.



Nick waited as Erik finished with his friend, fingers kneading his behind roughly. It took a moment for Erik to register that nothing was happening and he tried to look backwards.



“You still want my cock, baby?”



“.. Yeah..”



“Come get it. It's all yours.”



Erik shoved himself backwards, groaning as Nick's cock filled him once again. But he could only go like that for so long before he began to become impatient, squirming.



“Fuck me.”



“I'm sorry, what?” Nick smirked.



“I said fuck me.”



He didn't have to ask again as Nick shifted into a slightly better position, thumping his thighs into the back of Erik's own, grunting as the flesh of Erik's ass wobbled against his groin. The kid was loud, moaning at the top of his voice as his friend took a hold of his dick. Nick came to the sounds of Erik crying out through his own orgasm, his friend still pumping his dick, come soaking into the rug.



“I knew you were a good kid deep down.”



Nick stayed inside Erik as the younger boy calmed down and began to shuffle.



“And you're not going to tell anyone?”



“About what?”



“Us skipping school...”



“Oh. That.” Nick pulled away from Erik and moved to collect his pants.



“Nah. I think you earned that much. Your brother will love to hear about this though.”



“What?”



“Yeah... Trust me. He won't tell anyone else though.” Nick checked the time and frowned, kicking Erik's clothes over to him. “You need to get dressed before people come home though. And clean the rug, hm?” Just as Nick reached the stairs he found Erik moving into the hallway with underwear on.



“I wanna know something.”



“Hm?” They walked up the stairs together, Erik stopping by the bathroom door.



“I want to know my grade.”



“Ah. You're so cute, kid. You wanna know what grade, huh?” He pressed his groin against Erik's. “You get an A, baby. Top marks. I look forward to our next... Lesson.”

 

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Author notes: Update notices for all current and upcoming stories can be found on Facebook at Alinna Words.

No beta.

This is just a one shot, written with someone in mind and to practice third person since I felt I was getting a tad rusty.

Reviews would be lovely, and if people want more like this, let me know.