You know the bet you made. Gotta be a man and keep that shit."
If Jalen Miles were to have three things written on his gravestone, it would be the following: loves football, could eat most people underneath the table, and most importantly, hated Chandler Miltion with a passion that could be used to level most towns and some cities to ash, which it felt like he was choking on, in order to not let any of his frustration burst out of him. He glared up at him, the sight of him keeping that damn white strip of a smile on him the whole while making him have to keep those hands right in his pockets, lest they find their way onto him.
Currently, the two of them stood there in the hall of their university dorm hall, two feet away from the entrance to the cafeteria that was connected to the place. The sight of them would make most people move, some women swoon, and most men jealous. Chandler was, as Jalen could admit, a handsome guy, in the same way that most wrestlers would be considered handsome. 6'4, and built like a tower, thick and straight, he found that the first thing that he noticed if he was looking was the sight of his face: perfectly square jaw that Jalen was sure his fist would fit perfectly under, fitting for his head, and proportional to the rest of his face, reminding Jalen of some superstar, especially with the upticked hair he had. That said nothing about how his muscles were noticeably even against the letterman jacket that he was wearing, the same as Jalen, in fact, and how the blue jeans that he was wearing gave definition to the cultivation of work his body had.
As for Jalen, while he was not as tall as Chandler, at 6'1, he was every bit of muscle that Chandler was, though the way that his stomach dropped and his heart got heavy at the times he looked in the mirror said otherwise. His hair was, instead of an upticked lick, it was flowing twisted locks that ran down both sides of his head, long enough to reach the both sides of his jaw, more oval than Chandler yet just as sturdy. His lips were shiny, the smell of balm still hitting his nose. He wondered if the fact that he was black made the fact that his squint was boring into Chandler made it any more effective. The only true difference in their outfit was that Jalen was wearing black jeans.
"And you need to come the fuck up off my dick about this." Jalen tried to smoothly deliver, though he knew it was laced with just enough venom to wonder if he was being genuine. He didn't expect Chandler to notice, and was not disappointed, when the man put his arm around his neck, the signal in his head to take off racing to his mind, though he ignored it.
"Hey, listen, Jay," Chandler drew out, as if he was some old friend asking for a hard favor, one that Jalen was sure would get his teeth kicked in if he didn't stop touching him, "you made the bet and now you gotta lay in the bed." Chandler walked, forcing Jalen to take the lumbering confusing steps that would come from this position. "I can't help the fact that you accept the fact you had to go ask the fags in school, but that's not my issue, is it?"
Jalen felt part of his anger spin at the word, changing course of rising and deflating all at the same time. The bet had been simple: the last game that they played was against some D-3 school, football was barely something that they could even claim to have for themselves. As such, the coaches had to find some way to keep players on board for the week, knowing that they could almost sleep-walk their way through them. That's when Chandler had the brilliant idea amongst the players: personal bets. Choose someone and make a bet for yourselves. Jalen can't remember Chandler ever moving that fast to come talk to him before.
Chandler took him aside and asked him to make one simple bet with him, an honest thing, he said. That he would throw for more than Jalen would run. Jalen didn't even give him time to tell him what the bet was, just that he would do it. The thought of his toothy grin faltering for any reason was good enough for him.
The day came, and Jalen doesn't even remember the score, just that by the time they were near the end, he and Chandler were playing their own personal game at that point, the other team nearly given up already from the lopsided score. Just kneel downs and waste time. He had 20 more yards than Chandler by rushing and it was the end.
Then Chandler changed the play, threw some bullshit that went for 35 yards, and ended the game like that. Jalen could feel the pounding in his head as if right there, Chandler smiling just like he did now. Considering he had no support on the team, he had to accept the bet. What was it? Simple: Ask one of the more… flamboyant guys in the class out on a date.
"Swear to Christ, I'm going to fucking kill you for this." Jalen snarled, finally retching his neck from Chandlers' grasp. He dusted at the spot as they stood at the side of the cafeteria, standing outside of a room that was an offshoot of the main area, a paper with names and times on the side of the borders of the door. He turned, footsteps heavy as he looked at the pale demon that was Chandler, his smile a smirk at his suffering. All the man did was lift his hands, backing away from Jalen.
Jalen felt his lungs into his ribs, the amount of air he had to suck in so that he wouldn't scream at the man, his eyes closing as he did so. Five seconds pass before he exhales it all out, turning on his heels as Chandler pulls out his phone. He doesn't need to see the name on the plaque to know who is there.
There are two people in the room, and Jalen feels his hair stand against every piece of clothing on him, the letterman jacket shining underneath the cafeteria lights. They were sitting near the end of a table, his apparent main target at the Head of it. It was, as one could assume from Chandlers' comments, a group of more…beautiful individuals. Better looking than me. that's for sure.
The one nearest was a woman, no, a guy, he was a guy, if Jalen remembered correctly, though his beautiful hair, long and black, made it hard to make sure of that. Still, sh- he was quite the sight of behold. He wore a sweater shirt that was falling off of one of his shoulders, the strap of what Jalen hoped was an undershirt but that he knew was a black lacy bra strap. His face matched, his hair straight and cut in a bowl around his head, looking more effeminate than any woman he had ever met. His face, dear God, his face. Pure and gentle, his lips glossed with black, looking puffy to bite. He was busy eating some type of soup, lifting the scoop out of the yellow liquid and blowing on it.
"You know, Izzy, it's not exactly good of you to be trying to make friends with every one of the guys around here." The black haired one spoke, lifting the spoon to he-his mouth, the spoon coming to his mouth without a single shake to the liquid as it passed over his lips. "Some of them are quite the handful, and that's the nicer ones." His accent was not heavy, but noticeable, every word sounded like he was having to sound it out with the breath. "From what I've seen, there are some quite…. ignorant ones that you would have to deal with."
Across from him were the object of Jalens' mission: one Israel "Izzy" Block. Jalen felt like his chest was getting tight just looking at the guy. Though he was sure that most people wouldn't have believed him saying that Izzy was a girl from just one look at him, because he put every woman Jalen had ever seen to shame! He stood there, watching the beautiful boy eating a cinnamon roll, the thick white glaze on top spreading across his top lip as he bit down.
That brought Jalen to the first thing about Izzy: his fucking lips. Jalen wasn't sure how a guy, of all people, could have perfect pink lips, the type that look like they were covered in bubblegum lip gloss, her tongue coming out of his mouth to go and lick the glazing that had landed on his upper lip. His lips came to an absolutely adorable pout as he eyed the other boy, the roll hanging limply in his hand.
"Desmond, you know I can't do that. Some of the guys here look so sad, and I hate seeing people be all sad without anyone to help them." Izzy said, the hand holding his cinnamon roll loosely hanging. It revealed a technicolor rainbow waistband that hung from his pale wrist. His skin was perfect, smooth, and unlike Jalen, so lovely to look at, a complexion like fine white china that made Jalen feel like he could stare at it all day. His other hand stroked back his long platinum blonde hair, getting in out of the way of his blue eyes that spraked every wrong feeling in Jalen that he knew of.
Also, the outfit that he was wearing was ridiculously, if Jalen were to use the parlance, fucking amazing to look at! It was simple, yet so damn effective. His shoulders were uncovered and the only actually top he had was a small white shirt that had the Wonderbeard logo on it, leaving most of his upper body exposed to the air, allowing Jalen to travel up and down the smooth skin of his stomach, the desire to run his fucking tongue over it increasing every second he looked at him.
Yeah, Jalen had it bad for the guy.
When Chandler told him of the bet, he was pissed, yes, cause it was making asking the guy out as a punishment, but he didn't expect explaining why this wasn't a punishment in the way Chandler expected to be a great conservation. No, it was more punishment because he had to finally nut up and actually try for Izzy. Jalen was..not fooling himself, he knew what he liked, he liked big booty, warm looking mouths, lips that would look perfect with a glaze of backed up nut across them, and cute boys. Izzy checked every box and then left a pretty ass lipstick mark on the page.
It was during this thought process that Jalen heard a clearing throat that he was sure was directed at him. Finally ripping himself from the femboy induced fog that he was in, he looked over at the table, and realized that he had been spotted. He was suddenly aware of the fact that the school was really cheap, cause they had ass ventilation in this room and the AC was shit too. He wasn't counting but he knew he stood with their eyes on him for long enough for Izzy to take another bite of his roll, the glaze hitting his upper lip once again.
"Who the fuck are you?" The one named Desmond demanded, Izzy lightly slapping his shoulder, telling him to "be nice!" Jalen knows that wasn't for him at all, but his chest did flip at it, the sound of his voice causing him to spin a bit. Still, Desmond looked at him, his ruby red glare pressing down upon him. "I think I would remember inviting someone else to our evening together."
Jalen felt like his feet were just now receiving the signal from his brain, as he took steps deeper into the room, his pelvis meeting the table, and the two young. beautiful, succulent, delicious looking, fuckable little piece of meat, ah, he meant men had to strain to look up at him. He had to untangle his hand from his pocket, the fabric wanting him to day, apparently, before he gave a thumb to Izzy, eyes unable to look his way.
"Can I talk to Izzy real quick?" He hated his voice most times, some bellowing thing that he was sure bounced in others heads. Izzy, for his credit, looked , didn't look at him with any type of antagonistic intent. In fact, his beautiful blue eyes lit up as a smile that was nice and white, emerging on his face as he looked Jalen over, soothing some part of his beating heart. Unfortunately, Desmond didn't share the clear enthusiasm, his eyes narrowing at the large boy.
"Exactly what business do you have with him? Izzy doesn't need to be around guys like you ." Jalen eyed the boy, as Izzy gave another light slap to his shoulders, his pout looking much more adorable than actually angry. "Izzy isn't someone you can just talk to like all the women I'm sure you're used to." Jalen's head lurched back, one eye squinting as he observed the guy.
"Desmond, stop that! I'm not a little kid." Izzy put his arms at his side, his pouting looking even more ridiculously adorable as every moment passed. "I'm able to make my own decisions about guys!"
"Izzy, the last three boyfriends you had have, in order: cheated on you with another guy, was merely looking for a good fuck and made you feel as though it was your fault for not understanding that when they didn't say anything, and the last? Cheated on you with a woman." Jalen didn't have room to say, but he wasn't a fan of watching Izzy lose his pout and slink down in his chair, even if it meant he could see more of his perfect shoulders.
"He said that girls were nowhere near as hot as me." Izzy slucked, Jalen watching as his lips wobbled.
"Exactly, and so, I'm not going to leave you alone with another guy who might just be using you." Desmond finally turned to Jalen once again, red eyes digging into him with daggers. "So, whatever you have to say to him, you can say to me."
Jalen breathed, eyes traveling the room before taking a chair and sitting down. His hands came together on the table as he raised them to look at Izzy. God, how does one person, much less a guy, have eyes so nice that Jalen could feel content looking at them? Izzy seemed to mind, turning his face as he hid the red that was streaking across it.
"Cut it out, stop staring at me," he whined, something that even now, sounded like wonder to Jalens' ear. "Ummm, while it's nice that you wanna look at me, what did you want?" Jalen looked out of the door. looking to see Chandler, a ways away, phono pointing and cementing the moment. Jalen inhaled. Let's put your own game against you, dickweed.
"Izzy. I was wondering", his hands are ringing themselves dry, the feeling of his own hands chafing from lack of lotion that morning. Still, his tongue ran over his lips as he spoke. "You, y-you wanna go-go" Gotta be like a date dare. "You wanna go out sometime?" Jalen didn't like trying to disguise himself, so out the truth came.
Izzy eyes lit up, his smile and grin back in full flow, as he bounced out of his seat. "Really?! You wanna go out with me?!" Izzy sounds more like a joyous schoolgirl, the pep in his voice. He turned to Desmond, his grin threatening to split his face open. "See. I told you that all of the guys can't be that bad!" Izzy spouted, his back to Jalen, which led to the last and by far, the most important part of Izzy: his absolute gift of the two pale moons that his shorts were fighting to contain!
The absolute amount of jiggle in that thing made Jalen have to take a breath of control. It was like the shorts were a second skin, hugging and curving around them, black shorts hugging to every curve! He swore he could hold one of those cheeks like a cantaloupe from how thick and firm they looked! His cheeks puffed as he could feel his hand gripping and unfurling in order to better control his actions, but Izzy had him ready to act in very unwise ways. As such, he missed Desmond's slam of his fist on the table.
"Hell no, you can't date him." Jalen snapped from his daze, both him and Izzy looking at him with incredulous eyes. "You all want the same thing: you hear that Izzy is a fun lay and you try to get in his pants." Jalen blushed, while Izzy huffed.
"I'm just being nice, and helping guys relieve some pressure off of themselves!" Izzy exclaimed, Jalen having to run his hands over his face. The stories about the boy were at best, sultry, and at worst, the stuff of backdoor frat conservation. It was rumored that the best way to get head from Izzy was to be his roommate for that semester. The boy was such a sissy, that if he saw you having a bad day, as the rumors said, his solution was simple: suck the bad feelings out of you through all the sludge that you had back up in your balls. Jalen doesn't feel proud of the amount of times he tried to become his roommate nor how he got off to the idea. Speaking of, Desmond and Izzy were arguing. At least, giving as much of an argument as a goth pretty boy and the epitome of an innocent slut, if any such oxymoron exists. "Plus. if he was after that, why come ask me for a date beforehand?!"
"To trick you into being more vulnerable? Plus, there's no way he would ask for that with me sitting here." Desmond stated, red eyes baring into Jalen. "Besides, you want me to believe that one of the football team, especially the friend of that filthy gajin Chandler is actually into guys?" Jalen felt like his chest hummed, blood rushing into his neck.
"Don't think it's gonna do you a whole lot of good to assume shit about me." Jalen stated, clear and direct. Desmond didn't seem to put off by the stare, eyes merely squinting at him. "I ain't asking for nothing but an answer, yes or no."
"Oh, that's all?" Desmond barked back. "Some jock is suddenly going to try and come out of the closet? Try to ask one of the prettier boys in the school out? That's what I'm supposed to believe?" Jalen licked his lips, running the muscle over his tongue as he bobbed his head, annoyance in every bounce.
"And what if it was?" Jalen volunteered, annoyance seeping into his words. "Don't exactly remember someone making you the gatekeeper to the rainbow cul-de-sac."
"Oh. that is it, you huge shaggy haired, impotence piece of-"
"Stop!" The shrill voice came, and the two became distinctly aware of the fact that Izzy was still there watching them. Heads turned and they saw that Izzy's pout was at his deepest point, and Jalen swore he saw the bubbling of tears in them. He was, even now, enough that Jalen felt his pants tightening. God, I wanna fuck that dude.
" That's enough! If I say that I can trust Jalen enough to go on a date, I can." Jalen felt something like victory swimming in his veins and felt it run away when Izzy turned his eyes on him. "And don't insult my friends, I don't wanna go out with people who aren't nice to them." Izzy huffed, crossing his petite arms and turning his face away, upturned and disappointed.
Jalen sighed, and heard Desmond mumble something in Japanese under his breath. The two met eyes, red swimming with frustration, meeting black that were filled with it in equal measure. Both exchanged a conservation, one that silently included Izzy as they looked at him together, and then back to each other. With a heavy sigh, Desmond pushed back from the table, bringing himself to a stand.
" We'll be going to the mall, understood?" Izzy wheeled around. his face back in that grin, eyes smiling right along with it, a joyous gasp leaving his mouth as his hands clasp together. "And if anything is not going exactly right. I'm calling it off immediately, understood?"
"Aaaahhh, you're the bestest friend ever!" Izzy pranced over to him, arms wrapping around his neck, face packed together with cheeks rubbing against each other. Desmond's expression said annoyance, but his hands patting Izzy on the back, and smoothing along it said otherwise. There was also the glare he was still throwing Jalen, a promise of each awaited him if he fucked his up.
Jalen huffed, a bit of relaxation in his shoulders. He's played against damn near grown men on the football field, he's ready for a simple date.
He was not ready for this date. Jalen stood in the mall, rumbling feet taking his mind away from the pounding in his heart. He stood, a simple red shirt and black jeans adorning his body, bulging against his skin as he stood outside of a Cinnabus, a bag from the store in his hands, eyes roaming the crowd for any evidence, as if the answer about how such an event would go would be somewhere in the crowd. Sliding the handles to one hand, he brought his phone out of his pants, the time fifteen minutes after when they had agreed. The clerk behind the counter eyed him, something he could feel even with his back turned.
Relax, lady, I'm not hurting your business. If a guy wants to check his clock three times in the last 5 minutes, it's his business, not yours. Still, Jalen could feel the weight of his head getting harder to bear as a depressing line of thought began to emerge in his head. Really put yourself out there for this, didn't you? At least you have the food to eat, probably better in your fatass there Izzys'. At least his is nice to look at. Shaking his head and feeling the look of finding everything in front of him a slight inconvenience, Jalen was almost ready to simply fold it up and leave, checking his wallet once more to see that he had his keys. However, a piercing girlish squeal bounced through the air long before he could find them.
"Jalen, over here!" The sound of Izzys' voice came, his ears bouncing to listen. Turning on the ball of his foot, he was introduced to the sight of Izzy and Desmond coming towards him, Izzy waving his hand in the air, his waist shaking as he bounded over towards him, Desmond looking like he would rather be anywhere else. The eyes of passersby fell on the boy, some women letting jealousy play on their faces as they observed him, some men feeling their jaws near hit the ground, excitement on every face, till they got a good look down at the shorts and instantly tried to pull up. "Stay there, we'll come to you."
Jalen did exactly that, getting to see Izzy moving in action, and dear God, what a sight. The sight of his calf-high socks, black much like his shorts, gripping on the lovely meat of his calves, as he ran, white shoes clapping against the ground. However, Jalen found his eyes going up and toward Izzys' groin. Who could blame him, considering the massive bundle that the boy was clearly carrying in there! Jalen felt his lips licking at the sight.
The bulge was enough that Jalen knew that Izzy was probably bigger than him, though Jalen wasn't sure there was a dude in the school bigger than him. The sight of it bouncing with his girly strides, the sight of it attempting to not smack between his legs as he came towards Jalen. Jalen had it on good authority (mens locker room) that Izzy was hung like a fucking horse and could put fucking pornstars to shame. It was honestly the first thing that made Jalen interested in Izzy. Now? The only thing that Jalen could think is how on Gods' Green Earth it would feel to get near that thing? Jalen could feel his own erection rising in thought. The heat of it against him, the sound of it slapping against Izzys' stomach as he fucked him. How Izzy looked when he got sucked off.
"Hello, Jalen. Are you there?" Jalen shook his head and was once again pulled out of his stupor by Izzy, Desmond eyeing him the whole while. However, the moment the limp-wristed boy's eyes fell on the bag, his worries were gone and his eyes were shining. "Is that for me?!" Jalen, even in this case, gave his best smooth smile, something that had just a few too many teeth in it, and brought the bag up to him. Izzy took it like it was the most precious thing and damn near hopped onto Jalens' arm. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! Desmond is just being mean, I know you're not the type to be mean to me!" Desmond gave a sigh of disbelief and pointed to the mall cinema.
"Can we please just go now? Get this over with." Desmond made to begin the walk and Jalen, with Izzy letting go of his arm, but very much let his hands trail as they left, smooth fingers on his arm, and beginning the trek, Jalen was like a lost puppy behind him. The walk was filled with the sight of two well-bodied and full asses as they walked in front of him, his input to the conservation mostly cordial, Desmond refusing to allow for much more than that.
Still, the fact that Jalen was being given a show that most men would die to see is more than worth it! Desmond, who was taller than Izzy, didn't have the firm thickness that Izzy's dumptruck ass had. His was a bit more on the firm side, cheeks more taut and pulled to his body, slender legs carrying him. However, his body carried the grace that Jalen assumed came with whatever race of Asian he was, steps slow yet firm, looking like he was bouncing with each step. A slender torso and waist, ones that Jalen could grapple around easy, and legs that seem to travel long lengths.
The two of them together made such a contrast that just that alone brought the attention of many eyes. Every step that they took. his eyes transferred from firm, tight buttocks in tighter black jeans to round, bouncing moons of meat, trapped and attempting to break free of the shorts that they were trapped in.
When they finally came to the movie theater, Jalen stood back behind the two, the heated discussion of what moving to watch leading to Izzy standing on the tip of his toes in order to point towards the agreed watching.
"We'll take three to "Mystery Wars'', please!" As he did, he bounced and the sight of his ass jiggling made Jalen feel his crotch bulging once again. The bounce of the thing was insane, the small sound of claps, meaty and full, coming through. Smack, Smack, Smack! He knew he wasn't the only one hearing or seeing it, the sight of several men shuffling, eyes finding the top of the mall much more interesting.
As for him, he could feel his own crotch heating, the tingle of air pushing dancing against his body making every movement hard and uncomfortable, in a way he wasn't sure he wanted to stop. He prayed no one noticed, as the bulge was becoming more clear with each moment. Unfortunately, Desmond was surveying the area, eyes twisting around everything as Izzy excitedly took the tickets. His head swiveled towards Jalen, and his eyes widened, red in the sea of white, as he saw Jalens' emerging boner. His eyes followed Jalen, his eyes squinting into arches of disappointment as he purposefully got in front of Jalen and behind Izzy, pushing him in.``Woah, Desmond, I didn't know you wanted to see this one so bad!"
Jalen only sighed, feet shuffling underneath him as he went in.
Finding seats, some empty rows towards the back, with Desmond making absolutely sure to sit in the chair between them, Jalen calculated that despite this being a simple movie date, it was going absolutely tits up. He hadn't said more than two words, had not so much as made a real move, and simply been staring at Izzy like a plum idiot the whole time! Izzy turned to the two of them, mostly looking at Jalen, his blue eyes dancing with excitement, unable to sense the turmoil in Jalen.
"Jalen, did you know that this is actually a remake of something that they made in the 80's?" Izzy inquired, mouth running before Jalen could answer. "They said that it's because it was super mean to some groups back then, and that they wanted to make everyone feel happy watching the movie and getting into it. I've actually been watching the others in order to get prepared for this one."
Jalen took the opportunity. Talking was the best thing he was going to get and he wanted to try. He felt the gaze of Desmond on his skin as he turned.
"Seriously? It's a remake? Everybody's doing those." Jalen commented, nonchalant, leaning to talk to Izzy, feeling how his body was starting to crowd onto Desmond, a jolt of petty joy at the small "hey!" he got in response. "If there are others, I'm guessing this is a reboot of the first one?"
"No, this is actually going to combine them all into one, and be the start of a new universe for the series!" Izzy explained, Jalen faces scrunching at the thought as Izzy leaned in more.
"Wait, so how much more are there? Is that even gonna work?"
Back and forth, back and forth, Desmond tried to push Jalen off, but the conservation pulling him in enough that Desmond soon found himself having to sit between the two of them, Jalen asking every question in the world as Izzy detailed every fact that he knew about the series to the him, every word dancing in his ears.
"...So you're telling me it was just puppets? The shit you're describing sounds way too good for that." Jalen uttered, his arm on his seat, fist holding his head up. "Seriously, how the hell did they get that to work? It must've been killer and took months!"
"Well, the main crew said that it would, but the director decided that he wanted it done in two weeks. So they had to sleep in the studios for some of the shoots over that time to get it done! It's actually why there's a thing in a lot of contracts with crews now that they can't do-"
"Shut up, you two, it's starting." Desmond attempted to not scream, Jalen eyeing him and receiving a grimace that reached across Desmonds' face for it. Pulling back into his own seat, Jalen eyed Izzy, that cute pout on his face there as he mumbled to Desmond, something before his face lit up at the sight of the movie credits rolling onto the scene.
Jalen can feel his attention being divided between the opening credits and the sight of Izzy just losing himself in the show. Glistening teeth in the gap of his smile as his eyes wandered over the screen. It was, to Jalen, some mid fantasy, but Izzy looked like it was Gospel in action. While watching him would've been great for Jalen, he found that every time he stared long enough, an Asian hand redirected him towards the movie, jaw setting in annoyance every time.
Jalen settled in, realizing that more than likely, this would be the most he would get all day. Having to wrestle with his indecision, he felt restless spirits dance up his arm, tension in the back of his neck. This is just like you, unable to actually do shit when you get the opportunity, crying about how hard it is when it isn't anything but you. Jalen felt like he wanted to shrivel in on himself, his torso feeling tighter and tighter. So, what are you going to say now? He doesn't like black guys, he doesn't think big guys are attractive? Maybe if you could actually talk. you would…OK, what is with Desmond?
Jalen's head swerved and landed on Desmond. His legs were crossing over and over again, clutching together for a moment, body bouncing in place, arms crossing and his jaw setting. It looked like it was trying to pop out of his skin how tight it was to the bone. The grumble of a stomach sounded, and alongside crossing his legs, Desmond had to hold his stomach tighter. Izzy took notice as well, leaning over.
"Desmond, do you have to go to the restroom?" Izzy pondered, Desmonds' black locks shaking hard as he tried to deny it, the strain of his teeth audible as they mashed against each other.
"O-of course not! I'm perfectly fine, just pay attention to the movie." His accent was even thicker and raised. Still, the two took to his advice, eyes heading back to the scene, Desmond gaining enough control that he could sit still again.
….For about three minutes. Soon, his waist shifted, the sound of jeans rubbing against the leather of the chairs engraving itself in Jalens' mind, his face feeling the sound that was being made, arms clutching around him as if to hold everything in his stomach in place. "I knew I shouldn't have had the spicy omelet from breakfast this morning." Izzys' face was even more glued to the scene, as if increasing his focus was going to drown Desmond out, and Izzys distressing face said it was not. Jalen heard the squeak one too many times, and took Desmond by the closest shoulder.
"If you don't go, I will personally force feed you your own hair and pull it through your ass." Desmonds' face broke into an open gasp, eyes scrunching in disgust, one almost closed from the insult. He looked to Izzy, seeking solidarity. Izzys' face scrunched in guilt, eyes apologizing as he shrugged. Seeing that he was without support, Desmond lent over, lips in Jalens' ear.
"I come back to a hair out of place, I will kick you in the dick." Desmond didn't wait for a response, bounding up and getting down the row, the obligatory chorus of popcorn crunching under feet getting further and further away as he rushed away. Jalen would've relaxed, content to run back into his own spiral, but the shuffling of a body next to him, the moving of feet, and them being particularly close to him, at that, made him rethink that. Looking down and seeing the platinum blonde hair in Izzy's head, as he leaned in, almost cuddling him. Jalen, he decided that, yeah, he wasn't relaxing.
"Izzy, the fuck are you doing?!"Jalen reprimanded, voice not above the whisper movies demanded. Izzy rose his head, a tilt in his gaze as he observed Jalen, blue meeting black, and let his dopey grin come once again, Jalen wanting to smother his face with his lips.
"Now we can really make it feel like a date!" Izzy exclaimed, his lithe arms came around Jalens bicep, hand on his arm. "You're super warm and actually like the movie, so it'll be more fun!" Izzy explained with the confidence of a child attempting to get their parents to understand the intricacies of the placement of their disordered toys.
Let it never be said that Jalen was stupid enough to look good fortune in the mouth. Eyes up to the heavens, his mouth made a silent thanks before settling into the seat more truly. He moved and let Izzy get comfortable, as they kept watching, the movie having gone for about an hour and still not half way yet. Jalen got to know exactly how it felt to have Izzy touching him, and by God, his dreams couldn't do it justice! The warmth against him was gentle, resting and caressing along his arms, every muscle rushing with it. He wanted to believe that every part of him felt that good. Maybe it was the fact that he was just feigning enough interest in the movie that he wasn't aware of his own self, maybe being this close to his crush was doing things, maybe he was just a full degenerate.
All true, all considered, his mind wandered with that thought. The idea of his thighs entered first, the idea of them being just as smooth, as meaty as they looked, all while his hands could glide across the white canvas, wandering and gripping on them, Izzys' squeals in his ears as he did. He wasn't proud, but he knew he could dom the shit out of the pretty boy, make his cock rise just from stroking his thighs, fingers traveling along the inner of his legs, reaching their goal farther up, enjoying the sound of him moaning as he did.
Of course, what would that be? That would be the treasure of his fucking massive balls! Jalen could feel the idea of holding those nuts, the warmth that would feel his hands alongside the full feeling of those cumfactories settling on his palms. How fucking big them be, something that even he couldnt hold by himself! The idea of them dangling, the idea of fondling them, caressing, hell, even suckling on them was enough to make Jalen bite a lip with desire. He was sure that they tasted even better than his cinnamon rolls. His legs did some shuffling of their own, his hands gripping the leather of the seat. He knew Izzy was right there, and that made it worse, so close yet so far from confirming all of his desires.
Every question, every fantasy, every idea that led to him having to make emergency trips to the laundry in order to remove the signs of a bucked up load of cum sludge from his sheets wandered. Did he use toys and was his ass used to having dick in it? Would he cum like a fucking horse and splat the fucking ground with his cum? Would he splatter him ? What the fuck did his cum taste like? What did his ass taste like? Did he like being used like a bitch, used like a fucking dirty sissy faggot boytoy? Did he want to be dom, used, fucked, abused, and turned into a dirty fucking retarded faggot cunt that only could know the height, width, and length of his dick, wanting it to rearrange every part of his bowels, making them only good for his-
"Umm, Jalen?" Izzy asked, Jalen popping outside out of his trance and turning his head, well aware of the fact that he felt something coming down his face from his mouth, and the feeling of his throat with the aftermath of tremors, like it had been rumbling. His eyes found Izzys' and he prayed that blush was from something different than him speaking those thoughts aloud. "You know you could've asked all those before now." Ah, no, it wasn't. "Plus, you got yourself all riled up." Izzy pointed down, Jalen too stunned to do anything but follow it and see that his jeans had a large cone like shape in them.
Welp, I'm dead. Good run, decent life span all things considered. Jalen didn't move, his muscles rigid as if he was turned to stone. He closed his eyes, awaiting judgment. Probably Izzy screaming about him being a perv and bolting to find Desmond. Scholarship? Gone. Academics? Ruined. Social life? Annihilated, all in one instance of him not being able to keep it in his pants. Hell, he did keep it in, just his pants failed at their one goddamn job!
"Jalen." Izzy whispered, Jalen feeling a hand leading down, his eyebrows arching before he dared to open his eyes. "I don't know if I can handle having a boyfriend right now, but helping you is something I can do." The heat of his heat from Izzys' breath as warm arms traveled down black jeans, a soft hand finding the hardening shaft in them. "Oh my god, it's so big! I've only had a few guys this big before!" Izzy exclaimed, eyes widening at the combination of the sight and feeling of such a pipe being in his hands. Jalen bristled, hairs on his body standing while, finally, his eyes shot open, and mouth hung open as Izzy stroked him, hand smoothly running along the track of his dick.
"W-what do you mean?" Jalen felt like he needed that question, needed to assure himself that the chair underneath him was real. He needed to know the smooth hand that was going into his crotch, the metallic sound of a zipper fumbling as it was pulled down wasn't his mind playing tricks on him. Izzy looked up, that pout combined with the needy eyes of a truly sissy bitchboy that needed dick!
"Like I said. I don't like guys being upset around me and I know exactly how to make guys happy." Izzy explained, the sound of the zipper falling to its bottle tie sounding. Izzys hands reached with a rehearsed ease, the boxers underneath a filmy barrier against the encroaching invaders. "Just stay quiet, okay, we don't want people to know that w-"
Izzys' voice fell as the full sight of Jalens' cock became visible. God, it was so fucking big! The flashes from the screen made a shadow that would periodically flash on Izzys' face, utter submission already in his eyes. The black spike of cockmeat was only semi-erect, standing tall enough that it reached past Izzys' head if he let his face come near it, the tip towering over him. A vein pulsated around the base, circling it and throbbing, Izzy able to count the amount of heartbeats that he was having at the moment. "I knew that you were big, but it's so fucking much! I won't be able to suck this and watch the movie!" He complained, his back arching so that his ass was in the air, knees in the chair as he inched closer, his lips reaching towards the tip as he took a whiff, a low moan coming from within his throat at his own action.
"S-so, maybe you wanna wait?" Jalen wasn't stupid, he was about to be sucked off by the boy of his fucking dreams, no way in Hell or Heaven he was fucking missing that. However, he was also aware of something called decency laws and while they were fighting a losing battle with how Izzys' lips were just centimeters from his dick, an attempt to salvage what was left of his self-control had to be made! "Maybe find another time, away from Desmond?" Jalen thought the logic sound, but Izzys' head shook, the skin of his lips just gazing alongside the shaft of his cock.
"No, boys say they like it when I get like this. Helps them get off better. So enjoy the movie, and my throat. If you'll excuse me." Izzy gave him not a minute more, the tip of his lips finally reaching the tip of his cock and delivering the sweetest kiss he had ever felt. Any words he was going to risk yelling died with that, a muffled groan that sounded like Izzys' name in his throat, as they puckered and inhaled the tip. The movie covered the sound of a slurping sound being made as Izzy let his throat suck the head deeper, tongue teasing the thin opening.
Jalen felt like his dreams had lied to him, there was no way to prepare for how great this felt! The feeling of his dick reaching somewhere in the back of Izzys' throat was incredible, the boys' hands not able to even cup fully around the shaft of Jalens' dick. Both were needed as he stroked the shaft that his throat couldn't get, his head reaching half way and then bobbing back, tears streaking as he did so. The tightness of his throat coiled around Jalen, a wet heat that massaged and gripped him. He kept his eyes forward, teeth gritting all the while. A hiss leaving his mouth as one paw of a hand rested on Izzys' head.
"Fuck, I thought they were joking, but you really are just do like to suck guys off to help them relax, huh?" Jalen muttered, wondering if the flight in his chest was of disappointment or acceptance. He didn't believe a relationship would begin from now, but it was a hope. Still, if he was willing to do this as a friend, that could certainly work out for him. "Does every guy you like get to use that fucking pretty little bitch mouth of yours?" Jalen might've felt bad about getting aggressive with the language, if Izzy didn't immediately speed up, the bobbing of his head almost a blur. His head tilted, the pop of the head of his lips from Jalens' cock sounding right in time with an explosion on scene.
"Yes, sir! I've blown so many guys and they all love when I use my fucking slutty boy lips to suck them off!" Izzy spoke, the movie making it hard to hear, but making doing so all the more rewarding. "They use my throat like a cocksleeve and make me swallow every drop. Some even hold me down by my hair and make sure that a drop doesn't leave. They especially love it when I do this!" Without another word, Izzy tilted his head down, lips finding his balls and suckling one into his mouth, the taste of sweat filling his mouth. Jalen moaned, his hand even heavier on the back of the sissy boys' head as he took more and more of his balls in.
"Fuck, so Desmond was really just stopping you from being a little slut this whole time, you filthy little boycunt?" Jalen sneered, Izzy bouncing his head in affirmation as he slurped at one of the testicles. His mouth formed a perfect o on the skin of them, cheeks puffed and filled with the presence of one. Her face struggled to keep any composure, the taste of ball grime in his teeth and on his tongue. "I want you to keep sucking me off, get back on that dick."
Jalen pulled Izzys' hair, the lip waisted pretty boy following without hesitation, or rejection. The moment his lips reached that cock again, he suckled the lips before his head pressed down. his nostrils finding the bottom of his shaft as he was forced to embrace the full force of Jalens' cock pummeling through his throat! The sight of his eyes becoming pinpricks as he was forced to swallow it down into his gullet. The sound of sloppy wet throat fucking bounced into the sound of ambience and musical scores on screen.
Eventually, Izzy bounced up, a glistening wet shine of sissy boy spit lining the entirety of the spire that was Jalens' cock. Jalen almost pushed him back down, the haze of lust demanding that he not be left without satisfaction, but it appeared that Izzy was right on that. Izzy barely took a second more, standing in front of Jalen, allowing him to observe and see just how much that ass was the real deal! Without ceremony or patience, Izzy pulled his shorts down, two pale mountains of booty flesh popping into Jalens' sight! They were magnificent, something that his dark hands danced over, hand gripping and groping every inch of the creamy white surface.
"Mhhmm, fuck, whoever cheated on you is a fucking idiot. I'd make this my exclusive cockditch if I was him." Izzy moaned, his dainty hands scrunched in his chest as a whimper left his mouth.
"I want your cock to use me like that, please, show me what a real man with his dick can do!" With that, and his cock lubed by the spit that Izzy had previously applied, Izzy spread his cheeks, the sight of the pink ring around his assholes enough to drive Jalen damn near to insanity! He was also able to gauge the sight of Izzys' balls, and they were just as big as he imagined! Two tennis ball sized things that looked like how they felt, smooth and warm, as if he was being given a sneak peek at what the insides of his body were going to feel like. His cocktip was in the middle of their crease, Izzy groaning and stomping his feet cutely as if he was already about to cum! His hand came through his legs, a few strokes to the ebony pillar of destruction that was about to be laid upon his boypussy. Aiming it so that the tip nudged against the hole, Izzy made his slow descent upon it, the pop of the head entering him causing both of them to groan, the feeling of his belly filling with cock!
The "boy" didn't even wait for his ass to be properly against Jalens' waist before the bouncing began, his ass clapping as Jalen was able to experience the true feeling of his tightness, every muscle in his ass feeling like it was attempting to rip his dick off of him! Every bounce would bring Izzy halfway off his cock before thundering down again, feeling like his very purpose was to siphon every ounce of nut sludge out of him! Izzy made sure to put what little of his shirt in his mouth so that his moans and groans wouldn't alert anyone but it was hard when his guts were being rearranged by Jalen, who finally, brought his hips up once and made a squeal of submission leave Izzys' tighten lips.
"Be quiet, Izzy. Your fucking moans are gonna get us caught, damn it!" Jalen was too far gone to care if they did, but any reason to punish Izzy was something that he was with, hands coming down on that ass, making it bounce ever harder and receiving a harder moan. In fact, he now had the opportunity and wasn't going to waste it! Slipping Izzy so that he was more in his lap, almost having his shoes off the ground, Jalen looked over his shoulders, peering over, and eyes near blasted out of his head!
Izzys' cock was a monstrous thing, a tube of clean white meat that had a hood on the tip that sheltered the head, a small drizzle of what Jalen had to assume was precum dropping from within it. Veins of its own were pulsating with each passing second, the pounding of his ass corresponding to the pulse and how much watery pre was coming from inside of that wonderful massive thing! Jalen knew that if he had the opportunity, he wanted to taste that shit from the source, but they had bigger matters to attend to, though he could say Izzy had the biggest matter of either of them.
"Fuck, with something that big, how come you don't have a whole harem of bitches to yourself, "boy?" Izzy couldn't answer, his shirt the only thing being his voice from exploding out and alerting all, though his cock was more than willing to answer, a pump of sissy juice coming forth. "Is it because you know that you want to be on a man's dick, you wanna ride cock like the little bitch you are?" Izzys' head nods were frantic but understood, his cock writhing, the veins expanding, something coming from him. Jalen could feel his own end approaching, thrust becoming loud enough that the music and crescendo of the movie was just loud enough to cover them. "You wanna cum like a fucking sissy slut, huh?!" Izzy groaned out what Jalen could only assume was a yes, the intensity and vibration making it sound like a yell more than anything else. "Fine, then! Let's see how you take it, then!"
The sound of Jalen cumming was like an uncorking of a meat press, the sloppy and powerful pumps from his cock and balls, coming up to meet his body, muffled only by the meaty cocoon of Izzy on top of him. The pumpings of his nut batter traveled along his cock, slamming directly into Izzy, enough that the off white ball mucus drained from where they sealed. Izzy's orgasm, similarly, shot off, ropes of watery, thin cum shooting, a weak pathetic orgasm that rocked his body and felt his weak in Jalens' arms, as he slipped enough that Jalen had to hold him up, the sound of the movie ending and the final lines said.
Desmond reentered, a bit disheveled, hair combed to be presentable but not neat. He felt a hot blush on his face as the thought of missing half the movie because of his misjudgment. He saw several people leaving as he entered, and looked to the back, expecting something to be wrong, but finding the two simply close and talking. He expected to find something out of place,popcorn, drinks, a condom, but found the two happily discussing the movie, Izzy leaning over and lightly slapping Jalens' arm all the while, just like before the movie.
"Apologize for that. I'm sure that you both didn't have any issue refraining from..anything inappropriate?" The two looked at each other, two smiles that radiated gentle happiness. Izzy turned, the feeling of semen in his ass leaking and having to make sure that he didn't make a mess of everything and spill any of what he was given.
"Everything's fine, Desmond. Just fine."