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In the Boys' Room
Josh held a folder full of papers with a smile on his face. He approached Drake, the brown-haired stepbrother strumming his guitar idly on the edge of the raised platform that his bed occupied. The slacker looked up, quirking an eyebrow. "D or A key?"
"Huh?" Josh asked. He shook his head, handing the folder over to Drake. The brown-eyed boy set his guitar to the side and took it in his hands. When he opened it, he saw a sheet full of papers. "Essay on the economic opportunities presented by the New World for History, essay on 1984 for English, Geometry homework, and an origami swan for Art Appreciation." Josh grinned as Drake took out the swan, playing with the neck and wings to make it do a cute little dance. When he pulled a little too hard, though, the paper tore. Josh sighed. "I can make a new one," he said eagerly.
Drake sat there for a moment, putting the swan back into the folder. He looked through one of the essays, pretending to read it as if he cared what was written on it. "Cool, I promised Mom I'd turn my grades around by the end of the semester."
"Yeah, you'll definitely pass the class at this rate," Josh nodded. "Probably even a high B."
"Sick, man," Drake said. He tossed the folder over to his bed, legs tapping against the edge of his wooden platform. The brunette shot Josh an amused look, loving the way that the nerdy boy seemed as excited as a kid at Christmas. With Drake's silence, the black-haired boy started to play with his hands nervously...until the cool boy nodded toward Josh's bed. "Good boy, go lay down.
Josh quickly crossed the room, heading to his bed and lying there as he waited for his stepbrother. Drake stopped for a second to reach under his bed for a plastic bottle. Following Josh to the bed, he leaned forward so his face hovered slightly above the other boy's.
"Strip," Drake ordered. He went to the door, locking it quickly. As he walked back, both boys began to discard their clothing. Shirts, pants, socks, and underwear fell to the floor. By the time Drake got back to Josh, the two boys were in their birthday suits. Drake was all lean and lanky with a noticeable dusting of hair along his arms, chest, torso...and damn, his crotch was wild with musky pubes. His dick stood out straight, the vivid pink head a good deal smaller than his shaft so it pointed like an arrow. Josh was a little huskier, but his body hair was more trimmed, witt his only noticeable patches of hair being under his arms and around the base of his cock. His dick was curved upward, standing an inch or two shorter than Drake's. But Josh's balls were the real star of the show. They were pink, full, and they seemed alive with the way they twitched alongside his cock in anticipation for what Drake was about to do.
"Oh," Josh moaned breathily as he watched Drake open the plastic bottle, squeezing lube out so it coated his hand. He wrapped his hand around Josh's dick, stroking it lightly as he spread it along the other boy's length.
"You ready for this?" Drake whispered into his stepbrother's ear teasingly.
"Yes," Josh breathed, hips lurching forward into the brunette's hand. He squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the sensation of getting jacked off. Until Drake took his hand away. Josh whined, almost asking Drake to keep going. Before his brain could follow through on that, he gasped. Drake had grabbed the blue-eyed boy's dick with both hands, his fists working in tandem to work the nerdy boy's cock. "Shiiiiit," Josh hissed. "Ohhh yeah." His hips twitched as he tried to push his hips forward enough to fuck the other boy's hand.
"Yeah, you fucking slut," Drake said, taking in the sight of his stepbrother desperately trying to fuck his hand. "You're really this into me jacking you off, aren't you?"
When Josh didn't respond outside of moans, Drake rolled his eyes. He pulled his two hands away, letting Josh mourn the loss. The other boy whined, bucking into a hand that wasn't even there anymore. "Dr-drake...please, please do it some mor-"
"So fucking pathetic," Drake said under his breath. He let the lube drip onto his legs, the viscous liquid trailing down his thighs. Standing up on his knees, he looked down at Josh. The nerdy boy was enraptured as he watched the brunette reposition himself, lowering his body down. Drake laughed when the other boy twitched in pleasure. Josh's cock sat between Drake's thighs, the slacker closing his legs to tighten his thighs around Josh's length. "You like that?" Josh moaned weakly in response. "Damn, I know you do. Your cock is just shaking like a little puppy."
"Shiiit," Josh moaned.
"You know you're supposed to stop getting off on shit like this after eighth grade, right?" Drake's grip tightened around Josh's cock, the fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. The slacker's thighs squeezed like a vice, his muscular legs pinning Josh's length in place. Drake's breath was hot against Josh's ear as he taunted, "Pathetic little slut, begging for cum. You're so desperate, I could pull out and shoot it on your face and you'd still be grateful."
Josh couldn't respond, a strangled moan escaping his lips as his body trembled with the need to release. Drake chuckled darkly, his hand slowing to an agonizing stop. "Not yet, kiddo. You can cum when I say so."
The denial was brutal, leaving Josh panting and twitching beneath Drake. The brunette's thighs flexed, his grip tightening to the point of pain. "Beg me," Drake purred, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Tell me how much you need it."
"Please, Drake, I need to c-cum," Josh whined desperately, his eyes pleading up at his stepbrother. "I'll do anything, just let me—"
"Anything, huh?" Drake cut in, his smug smile never wavering. "Then show me. Do something I like, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you finish."
With shaking hands, Josh reached down and started fisting his own cock, stroking it frantically in a futile attempt to stave off his climax. His hips bucked, his balls drawing up tight as he neared the edge once more. Drake watched with a cruel grin, his thighs still clamped around Josh's length.
"Nearly there, aren't you?" he asked, his voice low and mocking. "Don't you dare, you pathetic piece of shit."
Drake's hand left Josh's cock abruptly, and the deprived boy let out a strangled cry, his orgasm crashing through him like a tidal wave. Cum spurted from his cock, coating Drake's thighs and stomach as Josh's body shook with the intensity of it.
When the final aftershocks passed, Josh lay there gasping, panting for breath. He felt Drake's cum-slicked fingers brush against his sticky cock and stomach, and then the slacker's hand was pulling away. Josh watched, desperate and depleted.
"You're such a pathetic bitch," Drake said over his shoulder, "but I guess I can use you again later."
He just watched now, leaving Josh alone to clean up the mess he'd made. The nerdy boy slowly sat up, gathering his own cum onto his fingers before bring them to his mouth. He swiped his tongue over the sticky digits, savoring the taste of his own release. Once he'd finished, Josh noticed a faint smudge of cum on Drake's fingers. Without hesitation, he reached out and lapped at it, his tongue working to clean the brunette's hand. When he was done, he looked up to meet Drake's gaze, his eyes pleading for more.
"You're not gonna get anything else, so I don't know what you're looking at me for," Drake shrugged, ignoring the stirring in his own jeans. He looked around for a second before deciding to leave the room. "Shower," he said. And that was it before he was gone.