Operation: Johnny – Part 2
Operation: Johnny – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos
Story #3 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series
“Hey, babe,” Rory said, assessing the situation.
What was to assess? His girlfriend was naked, stroking his naked teammate’s thighs, while her naked best friend humped the teammate’s leg and sucked his cock.
“Hey,” I said back, weakly, from Johnny’s thigh, my hands currently exploring Johnny’s balls and thick brown pubes. My heart started racing, going a little faster than it had with the game because of Rory. We’d talked a little about doing this, but now that it was happening, how would Rory really react to seeing me here, naked, playing with his friend?
Rory sat in my desk chair and took off his shoes.
I could feel Johnny tense up underneath us, too. His eyes moved from me to Rory and back. From his point of view, I suppose, he was in a very disadvantageous position to defend himself. “Hey, Rory…” he tested the water.
“Dude,” Rory acknowledged. He didn’t jump up and start to throttle Johnny, but I could tell Johnny was ready to react.
Lyla hadn’t acknowledged Rory’s appearance, but she did notice a change in the hardness of Johnny’s cock. She pulled off of it and looked at it, as if something was wrong.
“I’m just trying to figure out what game you guys are playing,” Rory said, taking off his shirt. I relaxed a little, but hadn’t moved, yet. My mouth was a little dry. I mean, I knew Rory wasn’t going to start trouble, but with two guys like these, I wasn’t sure if I had caused trouble. Johnny hadn’t relaxed yet, regardless of Rory continuing to take his clothes off.
“Operation,” I told him. The game board and box were on the floor.
“Did you break his arm?” Rory asked, removing his socks.
“No, that’s…” I started, but…
“This is from that game with LaGrange when that guy tripped me, remember? I played through it on Thursday with Argo, but doc says I might have nerve damage. Either that or just bad carpal tunnel. We’ll see,” Johnny reported. His dick was still big and full in Lyla’s hand, but I could tell it wasn’t rock hard, anymore. He was relaxing, but still wary.
“Are you out for the season or anything?” Rory asked, truly concerned, I could tell.
“No, it’s playable, unless I need an operation, then we’ll see,” he said, watching Rory take off his pants.
“And that’s why…” Rory led.
“Operation. Right,” I followed, breathing a little easier. I had an idea and kind of pinched Johnny on his tush, hoping he’d remember what we’d talked about.
Johnny looked at me with the pinch. I made eyes at him and motioned to Rory. Then, I knew he caught on when he said to Rory, “You want to play?”
Rory dropped his green boxer briefs and said, “I was hoping to, if that’s okay.” His eyes were on Johnny’s cock in Lyla’s hand. I’m sure he’s seen Johnny naked in the showers after their games, but he probably hadn’t seen him hard. Or mostly-hard, like now.
Johnny took a good look at Rory’s cock with his blond pubes — or honey-colored, as I call them. Johnny’s was getting fuller again, now that the air had been cleared. Mostly. They still didn’t acknowledge my part in this, and what we’d done, so far.
Rory came to the closer side of the bed where Lyla used to be. “How do I play?”
“Take a card,” Johnny advised. Rory picked up Water on the Knee. “Take another one. Lyla took care of that one, accidentally,” Johnny laughed. Lyla looked down at what remained of the blue smear at his knee, which was mostly transferred to her own stomach and pubes, at this point.
“How about ‘Remove Butterflies in Stomach’?” Rory asked. “I definitely have some of those, myself. ‘Relieve the flutter in his tummy and make yourself a heap of money.’”
“That’s this green stuff, here,” I said, pointing to what maybe-kind-of looked like a butterfly made of green gel on Johnny’s stomach, below where we’d licked his wishbone and above where I’d licked his bread basket. “You have to lick it off clean or you lose.”
“What will I lose?” Rory asked.
“Your opportunity,” Johnny said, with a smile.
Finding his own smile, Rory leaned in, holding Johnny’s eyes as he did, stuck his tongue out, and licked the butterfly off his stomach. Johnny let his fingers run along Rory’s back and down his spine, letting him know everything was okay.
Lyla and I watched with the same fascination that Johnny had when he watched me and Lyla go at it. We’d seen Rory and her Conor go further, but this was Johnny, a new piece on the game board.
From what I could see of Rory’s face, he was enjoying it, really trying to do a good job. He declared himself successful without a cry or flinch from Johnny. “Did I relieve the flutter in your tummy? Do I get the money, now?”
“I’ll admit I did have some of that flutter, but I think I’m okay, now,” Johnny told him.
Good. They were both good with it all.
“We haven’t really been playing with the money, but if we were, I think Lyla is winning,” I grinned. I wet my finger and wiped up some green gel on Rory’s cheek.
Suddenly, there was an angry chirp from Lyla’s phone. I know it was Lyla’s because it was a recording of her mother yelling “Lyla!” The phone had made its repeat “Lyla!” call three more times by the time Lyla climbed off Johnny’s leg and found her phone in her jacket. We only got her side of the conversation — things like, “God, woman, I can’t even…” I won’t repeat the near-shouting match, but let’s just say that Lyla started getting dressed.
“Sorry, Mia,” she said, finding her shoes. “You want to take over my spot, Rory?” she asked, giggling. She came over and gave me a kiss, leaned in and kissed Rory, then took a deep breath. She looked at Johnny like she was real sorry she was leaving, then leaned in and kissed him as hard and long as she could, and he returned it, his hands flying to her side and hair. It looked like he didn’t want to let her go. She whispered something in his ear.
“Me, too. One day,” Johnny responded to whatever it was. Then she waved and headed out.
Johnny had a look in his eye, sad to see her leave. Then he broke his stare at the open door and we three all kind of looked at each other, with kind of a ‘where were we?’ or ‘what happens now?’ vibe.
“You want to?” Johnny asked Rory.
“What?” Rory was confused.
“Take over Lyla’s spot. She was giving me the best blow job in the world, so you’ve got some work to do to get that money,” he said.
Rory looked at me. “I may have mentioned that you might like to do that to him,” I said like an embarrassed little girl.
“Are you good with that?” Rory asked Johnny.
“Like my brother says, a blowjob is a blowjob. But… yeah… I’d like to try you. I mean ‘it.’ You… I’d kind of like to know what it’s like when you do it for me.”
“And maybe you’d do something back?” I suggested.
“Yeah. I could do that,” Johnny said.
Rory moved into position and pulled Johnny’s boxers the rest of the way off his legs. Now all of us were finally completely naked. He moved Johnny’s legs open and found his room. I watched him take Johnny’s cock in his hand, and recognized myself in him, looking it over, considering its size, the color and thickness of his pubes, how his balls hung, his scar circling his shaft and thinking about whether the little bunch of skin would be his sweet spot or if if was under the corona of his cock head. Then he, like Lyla before him, took that nice cock in his mouth and sucked him down.
Johnny had the same reaction he did to Lyla’s talents. “Fuck… yes…”
I drew my hand around Johnny’s face, and gave him a smile. I leaned in and whispered, “He’s not looking.”
Johnny knew what I was talking about. He looked down and saw Rory very involved with his cock, then took my face and kissed me. Two good presses and then his tongue slipped past my lips. My god, he knew how to kiss. Kari Tanaka could not have been his only girlfriend. While I was deep inside the fog, it occurred to me that I hadn’t kissed him the entire time he was in my room, the entire time he was naked on my bed. I’d waited until my boyfriend showed up. I’m an idiot.
He finally touched me with his left hand. On this side, I’d always gotten the one with the brace, so finally, I got my right breast caressed by this brilliant, cute guy. I let my own hands go wild, then, over his pecs and abs.
He ended the kiss. My mind was all, “Why?”
“Rory?” he said, thickly.
Rory paused in his blowjob, but I could tell Johnny’s cock was still in his mouth. “Yeah?”
“I really need to lick your girlfriend’s pussy.”
“She wants you to,” Rory said, and then I heard the wet slurping continue of Rory enjoying working Johnny’s big dick.
“I do,” I confirmed, but it was hardly necessary. Johnny, even with a bad hand, picked me up and helped me straddle his chest on my knees, then moved me forward so my pussy was over his mouth. I grabbed ahold of my headboard for balance and lowered myself onto Johnny Walker’s tongue.
I realized I’d only been in this position on my bed with Lyla. When Rory went down on me, we were always in his room or somewhere else. Johnny was eating my pussy in my own bed. I wanted to rock on his face, but Johnny held my pelvis just above, just right, so he could still breathe and lick my labia and my — “Oh, fuck! Oh, oh, oh, fuck, Johnny!” — my clit, I was going to say.
He let me down onto his mouth so he could handle my breasts. I didn’t even care about the brace on his right. It was foam, not scratchy, and the fingers were his. My hands went to his head — I was barely holding onto the headboard, anyway, just trusting he had my weight and balance. I looked down and saw my little landing strip just above his nose. He was drilling his tongue into my hole and the tip of his nose was poking my clit. “… fuck… Johnny… I’m gonna…”
“You gonna cum for me, Mia?”
“I am so gonna cum for you…”
From below, Rory let us know he was still there. “You gonna cum for me, too, Johnny?”
“If you want me to. I can hold it, if you want.”
“Go for it,” Rory said, licking Johnny’s cock. I could tell he was licking it. I know.
I was on the edge as I felt Johnny change below me, shifting a little, like getting into position so he could let Rory make him cum, but kept going on me, too. His hands left my breasts and he held tightly across my ass, fingers digging in. It hurt a little, but I loved it. “Fuck, Johnny, I’m gonna cum… fuck… Johnny… I want to fuck you, Johnny… oh, fuck me…” and then I gushed all over Johnny Walker’s face. I shook, and flailed, trying to hold onto Johnny’s head and the headboard and the wall and the pillow with my knees as I clamped my thighs shut against Johnny’s head. Being up in the air, being vertical, I was getting light-headed and was going to fall. Backwards, then forwards, then backwards…. I finally let my hands prop me against the wall over my headboard and let my head sink forward. “… ohhhhh… fuck, Johnny… ohhhh…”
Now, I can’t tell you the exact timing or the words or noises or groans either of them used, but I can tell you how Johnny felt under me, still holding me. It was like someone was hitting him with those paddles on his heart — you know, when they go: “Clear!” and then they get a big electric shock and their body jumps? That was Johnny. I could see his face down between my thighs, eyes closed tight, lips sealed, but a deep grunt whenever he got that heart-shock. He must have done that five or six times before his face relaxed. When Johnny helped me back down to the bed, I saw my Rory’s face was covered in cum. I looked at him and met his eyes. There was a smile somewhere under the cum.
“I choked on the first shot, so the next two went wild before I got him back inside,” he laughed.
“That’s only two all over you?” I asked, incredulous.
“Yeah. You and Lyla must not have let him cum, yet, huh?”
Again, I realized that, yes, we had prolonged that first orgasm for the entire game. I am an idiot. It was almost Lyla’s. It could have been mine.
“Let me help you,” I said, and licked some cum off of Rory’s face. Then I licked some more off. After I licked his chin, I noticed Johnny’s cock still oozing some and I motioned that Rory should clean him off. Rory offered me the cock, instead. And I finally sucked Johnny Walker’s cock. It wasn’t as hard as I’d felt it before, but I liked it.
Johnny came out of his daze and looked at me sucking his cock. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.
Rory was wiping his face, a bit, yet, with my sheets. I must have missed a spot or left too much of my own spit on him. Johnny noted, “You haven’t cum, yet. I got something that might make you do it.”
Rory looked at him, questioning, then at me. What was Johnny proposing?
“Where’s the gift we got for him?” Johnny asked me. Recognition hit me and I rolled off the bed. I got the paper bag Johnny got from the comic shop and looked for the one old Spider-Man and pulled it out.
“Happy birthday,” Johnny told him.
“It’s not my birthday,” Rory said, and I handed him the book in its plastic sheath. Then he looked at the cover. “Holy… fuck… I am gonna cum…” Carefully, he slipped the book out of the clear envelope, but then couldn’t wait to go through the pages. “There actually was a Spider-mobile?”
“Yeah, because of the Mego toys, I think,” Johnny laughed. “Mia picked this out, I just helped.”
Rory looked up at me and smiled. I leaned over and kissed my boy. I think he knew what Johnny meant. I swear he almost said ‘I love you,’ but he held back, either because Johnny was here, or it was still too early, or he didn’t want to do it because of a gift. I don’t know. But he did whisper a “Luv ya” while we kissed.
“Luv ya, too,” I whispered back. That’s about as far as we’d allowed ourselves, at this point. I’m not sure I wanted to be in love. I mean, I loved all my friends, dearly, Rory and Lyla most of all, but I don’t want… I don’t know.
And then there was this boy lying next to me.
“Professor Warren’s in this? He’s gonna be the Jackal, right?… and Peter’s thinking about Gwen… and starting to fall in love with MaryJane…” Rory kept flipping pages.
Johnny curled and changed his position for the first time since the game started. He wound up with his face over Rory’s lap and began to stroke Rory’s cock underneath the open comic. I could see him pull at his pubes with his brace hand, and then Rory’s cock disappeared into Johnny’s mouth. He didn’t make a face with the taste or texture of a cock. He’d probably done this before. That’s boys for you, but you never really knew. It’s not like they advertised it, until they admitted it to you after great sex.
Rory was floating. His eyes closed at the sensation of Johnny’s mouth, Johnny’s tongue, but he still wanted to look at his gift. “And there’s… cool… and he’s… it’s… Doc Ock, and Green Goblin, and… yeah, do that… Tarantula? and Jackal… and… fuck me… Lizard and Vulture… and who’s that? Human Torch?”
“Molten Man,” Johnny said with Rory’s cock in his mouth.
“A couple more I don’t know… and,” Rory breathed in sharply as Johnny found his sweet spot, “… fuckin’… Mysterio… aw, fuck…”
I’d been stroking Johnny from his knee up his thigh to his shapely behind, and I realized I had sidelined myself, again. I noticed he still had the funny bone I had drawn in yellow on his upper arm, but it never got licked off. Lyla was supposed to lick that off, but went after his other bone, instead. Most of it was on my sheets, now, but I took the opportunity to lick it and taste Johnny’s skin, again.
I found more room on the bed by pushing Johnny’s leg over, then went down and took his cock back in my mouth, and let my hands roam over his legs and abs. Johnny immediately reacted with a gentle thrust, just a rocking of his hips, while I worked my magic. We made eye contact. I smiled, but he gave me those eyes, that ‘I really want to fuck you’ look.
My boyfriend was right there. He’d given me his ‘luv ya,’ and so did I, but all I could think about was mounting Johnny and fucking him blue.
Above me, Rory was letting the comic fall. Johnny had him on the ropes. Rory was going to cum. “Johnny, I’m gonna… you don’t have to, if…”
I watched Johnny stick his finger in Rory’s ass, and Rory screamed, “Fuck!” and came inside Johnny’s mouth. Johnny gagged a little, but did very well taking it all, and I knew how much Rory could shoot after a day stuck at his grandma’s.
I let Johnny slip out of my mouth and felt an obligation to help clean Rory’s cock, but that included licking Johnny’s face and a kiss with an exploratory tongue to share the cum. I didn’t think Rory would mind, and his eyes were still closed. As per Johnny’s request, again, I did it while Rory wasn’t looking.
“Thank you,” Rory rasped.
“For the Spidey, or for the blow job?” Johnny asked, some humor in his voice. His eyes had found me, again, though. We were laying together from taking care of Rory, and he pulled me to him, the braced hand following the curve of my legs and ass, the other on my breast. I had to start kissing Rory’s body or I was going to cause some trouble.
“Both?” Rory laughed. “I didn’t know you knew comics, and I didn’t know…” He propped himself up to look at us below him. “I… didn’t know if you’d be open… to, you know, fooling around with us.”
Johnny had a look on his face, thinking how to answer. “I have my dad’s old collection of comics, so I have my favorites. I only buy a couple titles, now; can’t spend all my money on reading.” He didn’t answer about the fooling around. He completely avoided it.
“Are you bi? … I mean…” Rory pressed.
Johnny got right to it, though. “Who cares? Look, some people would love to know what you and I did today, and I don’t see it being any of their business. You know what I mean? I like who I like, you know? When Mia invited me over, and said you would like to see me here, I have to admit that I got interested. It’s not like I’ve been watching you in the showers, more like watching you on the field. You move well. You’re my winger. And, okay, I do like watching you clean the mud off in the showers, but I would never have done anything if she didn’t make it happen.”
Rory nodded, like he completely understood. Like he told me, he didn’t know if he was bi, as he’d only ever done anything like this with his bestie, Conor. But I saw how he looked at Johnny, and Johnny’s cock. And I know how he looks at me.
“So, if you want to do more, blondie, I could be good with that. But it’s between us. Unless we both decide we want to fuck Lucas, or something…!” And with that, the both of them laughing, the post-cum tension was broken.
Johnny’s hands had left me while he spoke, but our legs were still entwined. I didn’t even know it, but I was dragging my toes up and down the hair on his calf. He drew his hands up Rory’s body, feeling his thigh and abs, but with the freedom to do so, like I do. “You see these, Mia? Feel these? Your boy’s sturdy.”
“I know it,” I said, and my hands joined his.
“He needs to do some more push-ups, but…”
“Hey, I like his chest!” I said and play-slapped Johnny.
Rory picked up the comic which had dropped to the side. He pointed to one page with a bunch of little ads on it. “I love the ads in these old comics. ‘Hypnotize.’ Jokes and tricks. ‘Real police handcuffs.’”
“What are you planning?” I asked. Handcuffs? Hypnotizing?
He laughed. “No, nothing. Just this stuff. A seven-foot robot for sale? Learn karate by mail. Buy Evel Knievel toys…” He folded the book, put it back in its clear plastic envelope, and set it on my nightstand.
Johnny and I had both started stroking Rory’s cock, again, though my other hand was on Johnny’s cock.
Rory went for broke. “Can I fuck you?”
“If I can fuck Mia,” Johnny promptly answered.
Rory bit his lip, like he knew it was part of what we’d discussed, or honestly, mostly alluded to. We’d never made solid plans like ‘I want to do this to Johnny, and you can do that, and this is how we’ll get him to go along.’ No, it was just ‘if it ever happens.’ And I made it happen.
“That’s up to her, but… I know. Here we are,” Rory said to my eyes, and then Johnny’s eyes.
I took myself out of the decision and rolled off the bed. Me fucking Johnny was going to happen. No doubt about that, regardless of how those two negotiated their own sex. I went to my nightstand and took out a strip of three Trojans and a brand new bottle of lube. After our little ‘situation’ at Lyla’s, Rory and I went and bought a bottle.
“I’ve never done this before,” Johnny admitted. “Do I go first, or you?”
I saw Rory’s gears turning. Johnny was going to fuck him, too. And I had to make sure I wasn’t just the girl on the side. I’d already lost too many opportunities today. I needed to make sure I got what I wanted, and didn’t alienate Rory by doing so.
“Why don’t you do Rory, first? That could help you get into it,” I said to Johnny. It seemed to make sense to him, though I think Rory was hoping to go first before Johnny changed his mind. I gave Johnny a condom. Rory got on all fours on the bed.
“Do I need this?” Johnny asked, holding the Trojan up.
“If you want,” Rory offered while I lubed his hole, making sure not to spill any on my bed.
“First time,” Johnny said, and dropped the condom. I knew exactly what he meant, he wanted to feel it without one. That’s how Rory and I almost bought some trouble last month. I then lubed Johnny’s cock, probably longer than I needed to. I wiped my hands on his backside, getting his hole now, too. Waste not.
Watching Johnny negotiate his first asshole was a little funny. He’d been so confident today, and was now presented with this new issue. Once he got his cock head inside, with a grunt from both of them, he watched to see what I’d do.
For starters, I made sure Rory’s cock stayed hard. I lay before him and let him suck on my breasts while I tugged on his cock and fondled his balls. But I was watching Johnny’s eyes the entire time. He’d gotten all the way in Rory, and began his thrusting, but I still got that sense of ‘I’d rather be fucking you’ from him. In fact, while he was talking to Rory, I caught him silently lip-speak to me, ‘I want you.’
“Fuckin’ he’s bigger than Conor,” Rory told me between grunts.
“But that’s what you wanted to know, wanted to try, right?” I asked him, and caressed his cheek as he looked up at me.
“Yeah.”
I wasn’t sure what my plan exactly was, but I didn’t want to ignore Rory. That wasn’t the point of today. I wanted my boyfriend to be happy, too.
I made the boys pause while I put a condom on Rory, then slid underneath both of them. Rory grew a big smile as he got to fuck me. “Baby, we’re doing it,” he said to me while braving Johnny’s pummeling of his ass.
“Fuckin’ yeah, we are,” I laughed back to him. “Fuck me, baby. But don’t cum in me.”
“Why not?” he wondered — he was wearing a condom, after all.
“I want you to cum in his ass,” I said, like it was a conspiracy. He smiled and nodded. I held his head back down to my breasts. I was finally getting fucked, but I was looking into the eyes of the boy I really wanted to fuck that day.
I let it go on for a bit, feeling Johnny push hard into Rory several times, like he was fucking me through him. Then I felt Rory take over the rhythm, basically pushing himself back-and-forth between Johnny and me, fucking both of us. Rory had a little smile on his face.
“You like this?” I asked him quietly.
“Yeah, this feels good,” he moaned.
“You like Johnny’s cock inside you?” I asked.
“Yeah…” He opened his eyes and smiled, again.
I let them have some time, then I interrupted them before they picked up the pace. “I think Rory’s had enough. Time for you two to switch.” Rory gave me that look of knowing the plan. And then he gave me the look of crossed-eyes as Johnny pulled out of him.
“What did you think?” he asked Johnny.
“Well…” Johnny thought on it, “I imagine the fucking is the easy part. Getting fucked is the tough one.”
“I guess you’ll find out,” Rory told him. He didn’t say it the wrong way, and Johnny didn’t take it the wrong way. Johnny just kind of nodded. It was odd to see the nervousness in his eyes, after all the lust I’d seen in them that day.
I got up off the bed and headed out my bedroom door, stopping at the hallway to listen and make sure nobody had come home, no footsteps anywhere, no garage door. No. Good. I went to the washroom and brought back a warm, damp washcloth. I wanted to clean Johnny’s cock of lube and whatever was inside Rory. I intended to suck Johnny hard, again; a cummy cock is one thing, sucking a cock after it’s been inside my pussy or Lyla’s is the same thing, but sucking a cock after it’s been inside an ass — that’s a different thing.
Johnny was getting set up on his knees when I stopped him. “No?” he asked.
“You should be on your back for this,” I said without explanation and Johnny found a comfy spot on his back. I added a little more lube to Johnny’s hole and gave a little to Rory for his cock when I saw that he removed his condom. He was going to go in bare, as Johnny had.
I then took the warm cloth to Johnny’s cock. I could see even Rory thought that was a nice thing to do. Johnny thought it was a very nice thing and gave me that smile. I hung it on the footboard and told Rory, “For you, for after.” He nodded.
I stayed off Johnny’s right, his braced arm around me, fondling my breasts with his left as Rory lined himself up.
“Just take it easy, don’t fight me,” Rory said. I don’t know how much of an expert he was, or how many times he’d done it with Conor, but his advice made sense.
“Have you tried this, yet?” Johnny asked me.
“Not yet, though I expect it’ll happen sometime,” I replied. I then had an image of being fucked by both Rory and Johnny at the same time. I got wetter at the thought, but I also didn’t try to imagine the pain of getting my ass fucked. Here I was watching Johnny do it for the first time, and I noted how it went. It was rough going getting all the way in, and he did fight it, and had to breathe and calm down. It looked like it hurt, but Johnny didn’t complain too much or back out. I have to think there was something Rory could have done to make it easier for him, though. At least they had the lube.
Things looked like they got easier; Johnny looked like he was consciously relaxing, and Rory was sliding in and out more smoothly. “Good, don’t fight me, anymore. Baby, can you distract him?” Rory prompted, trying to start a rhythm.
This was part of my plan. I bent back and picked up my panties from off the floor and stroked Johnny’s cock with them. A lot was happening to his body, and he was breathing and hissing and gave Rory the occasional, “Fuck…” but I could see that he liked my panties thing. While stroking him, I leaned into him and sucked on his nipple, then worked my way lower. I revisited his wishbone, spare ribs, butterfly, and bread basket — all of which had some colored residue, even though I was certain we’d licked every bit up. Then I thought about taking a shower with him. Fuck…
Moving lower, I came back to that cock, the one I wanted to suck while working the bread basket thing. I’d just done a little on him after Rory blew him, but that was clean-up work. He was soft like that, again — from the sensation or fear of getting fucked, no doubt — but it was my job to get him hard again.
His hands went to my head as I took him inside my mouth. He wasn’t shrunken, just not hard; he was getting better, though, and soon I could fit less of him in my mouth than I could when I’d begun. It was my time to explore, sucking, bobbing, and licking. Holding those heavy balls. Licking those heavy balls. Some hair on them, more than Rory has, but not as much as this Junior boy I’d made it with last year. (Forget him. Not a good experience.)
Then, as I licked around the corona, I made him jump. I smiled and licked backwards, but it didn’t happen again. I circled the corona entirely, but no jump. Then, at the split, I went down to his scar and got him to jump again. That was it! Right there!
I worked his sweet spot and he got harder. With Rory pumping his pelvis, Johnny was kind of fucking my mouth, though he wasn’t really trying to. I could take him to a finish, I could make him cum but, again, that was not my plan. Johnny was good and hard, then, and I slowly pulled off of him, keeping my tongue on his head until the last second. I know he was looking at me, but I found the condom he’d dropped before and I tore it open.
I’d gotten good at putting these on Rory in the last couple of weeks, making the break in our action to put them on kind of sexy. I almost hated putting it on Johnny. But I secured it, pinched it, and then turned and flipped my leg over him, sitting on his belly.
“We really need that?” Johnny asked me while all three of us re-situated ourselves.
“Maybe Kari doesn’t, but I do. We had a scare a few weeks ago,” I told him without details. He nodded. And then he helped my pussy find his cock. Even Rory paused while I slid down onto Johnny.
And then Johnny was inside me. My god, was Johnny ever inside me… I was fucking Johnny Walker.
He reached up to me, toward my neck, I thought. I bent for him and his hand found the tie in my pony tail, and he tugged it down. He wanted my long hair. I shook it out for him. He nodded and smiled.
I leaned all the way down onto him, my breasts meeting his chest, and whispered, “Finally…” in his ear. I tried to find a rocking rhythm, but it was difficult with Rory starting up, again. Even Johnny had some trouble finding a way to hold my ass and fuck me from below while Rory was fucking him from below. It always looks so easy in the pornos.
I raised back up, between Johnny’s raised knees, and started a nice, slow bounce. This seemed to work better. But then I felt Rory’s arms come around me, his hands on my breasts, not Johnny’s.
I didn’t want to be upset at Rory. He was my boyfriend. This was a three-way. Everyone should have a part in it, not just watch. And I think we were doing okay. I just wanted more of Johnny and less of Rory. Is it bad that I felt that way?
Rory was kissing my neck, reminding me that it was me-and-him fucking Johnny. I had to give in. It felt so odd, yet awesome, to be held by one and fucking the other.
Then Rory was going full-blast. Later, he’d tell me he felt the same sensation, that he was fucking both of us at the same time, and it pushed him over the edge. He held me tightly, and he held Johnny’s knees somehow at the same time, and he came so hard inside Johnny. Being attached to him, I felt every sway, every thrust, and heard every grunt, every “Fuck!” as Rory came. At the end, as he collapsed, he pulled me down with him. Every time Rory and I fucked, we wound up in a warm cuddle. Though I wasn’t the one he was fucking at that point, I couldn’t deny my handsome boyfriend his comfort.
Johnny saw the progression, and didn’t say anything against it. I know he had to be disappointed that we’d stopped fucking, but he didn’t swear or get up and leave. I watched his face register, instead, that Rory’s cock had left, and that his ass was full of warm cum.
Then he did rip off the condom and toss it at the floor. Later, I’d find it on the naked guy in the Operation game. There was nothing inside it to leak out.
We three just lay there, Rory and I cross-wise to Johnny, below him at the footboard. I don’t know how long that lasted. I was curled to Rory, but my left hand was running lightly up and down Johnny’s leg, gliding in and over his hair.
Johnny took my hand on an upward glide and put it on his cock. My fingers automatically encircled and closed on his shaft, and I began a nice stroke.
Rory may have fallen asleep, I’m not sure, but his breathing got heavier and regular. He had a long morning getting his grandma’s yard set for fall, with a final mow and stuff, and then two hard cums. I wasn’t sure what to do. I wondered, how could I apologize to Johnny for—
And then I was moving. First by my hand and arm, then by my waist. Johnny had me and was pulling me up onto the pillow with him. My arms went around him without a thought.
“He’s not looking,” Johnny told me, quietly. Then he kissed me. He kissed me with all of the stored-up passion since the idea came to him back on Dalton Street. And I kissed him back. Oh, god, did I kiss him back. We started a make-out session on my bed. My hands were all over him and my tongue was half-way down his throat.
I was starting to climb on top of him — just to be on top of him and kiss him like that — when Johnny stopped me and gently moved both my shoulders to the bed. And then he rolled on top of me. He spread my legs, and then I spread my legs. I wondered if he was going to move down and lick me, again, but I think we both knew we were working on him getting inside me as soon he could.
And then Johnny’s cock entered me. His head, then his shaft, and still his shaft, then I felt his hair at my clit. I whispered, “Finally…” again, but this time I meant it. I was already so wet, but I could feel an orgasm coming on.
My hands were all over his back as he thrust into me. He started with an easy in-and-out, as if we were still doing this with Rory not looking at us. But then I heard Johnny say, “Fuck it, I want you so bad. I have to fuck you, Mia. I have to fuck you like…” and he started a thrust that shot my juices out all over him.
And I started to cum, adding even more to the mix. I screamed out so loud, knowing nobody was home, but I didn’t even care if they were. Even Rory had to hear me. He had to. No one could sleep through the “Oohhhhh… I’m cumming! oh fuck… oh, fuck me, Johnny! Fuck me!” that I screamed. I scratched Johnny’s back so hard, if his mother saw it he’d have to say he got caught crawling under a fence, or something.
Johnny kissed me, and at first I thought he was trying to shut me up, quiet me down, like when you’re fucking in the basement with the parents home. But no. He was kissing me because he wanted to kiss me. His lips. His tongue, but he didn’t shove it down my throat. “Oh, Johnny…” I moaned, not knowing if I was wanting him to be my boyfriend, or if it was just from my orgasm, or from the tenderness in his kiss. Or all three. I don’t know. I just loved being in his arms at that moment. Even with the arm brace! (Yeah, I could feel it as we shifted on the comforter, but who the fuck cares?)
I had a brief moment of clarity, then, as I realized why Johnny’s cock felt so good, so warm, so big, why the head of his cock felt so right knocking on my cervix. I recalled he had taken off his condom. I shivered and came a little more.
Johnny was fucking me bare, and I was loving it. Johnny Walker was naked in my bed, kissing me, caressing my tits, and fucking me like I hadn’t been fucked before.
I had to tell him, though. I had to. “Johnny, you can’t cum in me. Please don’t cum in me…” I breathed, I whispered. I didn’t want to go through that worry, again.
“I know. I won’t,” he told my ear. He sounded sure of himself, again. I believed him. I don’t know if I can say I relaxed as fully as I had been before, but I believed him. And when he started pounding me again, like not having a condom was so not a thing, I came again. I tried to hold him down on top of me, again, but he was pulling up onto his knees at the same time.
“God, Mia, I love fucking you, you are…” and he pulled out of me. He raised up on his knees and shot his cum all over me. All over me. On my breasts, on my stomach, on my pubes. On my throat and a little splashed on my chin. But not my face, like he purposely did not want to humiliate me by cumming on my face. I counted six shots before the smaller ones decorated my landing strip. I had been shaking through my own orgasm at the time, and the sight of Johnny Walker cumming over me, seeing cum shoot out of Johnny Walker’s cock, only added to that, but my hand did wander down to my flower to make sure no cum was splashed in my labia. And I didn’t feel any. Not of his, anyway!
Rory was awake — how could he not be! — and he caught my eye. But he didn’t look at me with… what? disdain? sadness? He looked at me like he was saying he was glad I got to cum, that I got what I wanted, like he did.
I realized then that I had gotten my wish. The one I’d made at the wishbone. And Lyla didn’t, poor girl. The magic of a wishbone really did work that way.
Johnny slid to my side and kissed me. This time with Rory watching. His finger began playing in the pool of cum between my breasts. I dragged a finger through it, too, and brought it to my lips. I’d tasted him before, when I cleaned him off from Rory’s blowjob. There’s always a bit of saltiness, I guess, but Johnny almost had a flavor. It was different. I don’t know if any girl can say she actually likes the taste of cum, but I guess I could swallow him down, if I ever got the chance, again.
Johnny started licking my breast, cleaning me. I swiped at my right breast. “Can’t have it all,” I said with a smile.
“But I want both of these,” he said about my breasts. “You know that.”
And I guess I did know that. Again, I had to wonder how much trouble I had caused. Or would cause. I kissed him to shut him up.
Again, we lay there in recovery mode, soaking up the little sparkles still flying around us. I don’t know how many songs went by on my playlist, but I know it had started over at some point in the game. I twisted my neck to see my alarm clock.
“What time do I get kicked out?” Johnny asked me. “Or at least have to put clothes on?”
“Folks should be home soon,” I groaned. I just wanted to stay there like that, naked and warm and happy. Isn’t it always that way? But no, I guess not. It wasn’t like that at all last year, with the guy I lost it to. Or the other one I didn’t even tell Rory about. But it is like that with Rory, most of the time, when we’re not sneaking in a quickie. The one swap with Conor was just for fun, that doesn’t even count. And now it sure is like that with Johnny. I found some good friends this year.
Johnny pulled himself up in bed. He twisted and stretched a little. He shook his bad arm, testing the sensation in his fingers, I think. He stood, and then looked at me. Gazed at me. Like he knew that after he left, I still wasn’t going to be his girlfriend any more than I was at the comic book shop.
I smiled at him, and he smiled back. Not the same smile, though. He had that look in his eye. The same look he had before. I looked down his body. His cock was hard.
He reached down and took my ankles and spun me toward the side of the bed, and tugged me forward, holding my feet at his shoulders. I knew what was coming, and if he’d asked, I’d have said, “Fuck, yes!” but he could see the answer in my eyes.
He stabbed his cock forward and I was fucking Johnny Walker, again. Johnny Walker was fucking me, again. I was still so wet from before, there was no problem. He slipped right in and we made the bed move. My first of two more orgasms was on its way, I could tell.
Rory came to and saw us going for Round 2. Instead of getting in a fight, Johnny reached out to him, and pulled Rory into lying right next to me. Rory later told me he wondered if Johnny was going to try to do both of us, but that really wasn’t in Johnny’s plans. Just like he never kissed Rory. But he did jerk him while fucking me.
Rory turned to me and we started making out. I was back to the feeling of being with both of them, but much better than before. I knew Rory wasn’t upset, wasn’t mad. He knew he still had me. But I hate to admit that it did go through my mind about dumping Rory and begging Johnny to take me away. A fleeting thought. Even I’m not that mean. I liked Rory. I “luvved” Rory. He was nice to me, and I liked his body and blond hair and blue eyes, and how he smelled after a soccer match. We were happy together.
I helped Johnny stroke Rory, and took it over when Johnny started getting toward his goal. I hoped he still remembered not to cum in me. I trusted him, but I don’t know if I trust anyone completely, like that. Even Rory, on his first and second time with me, came inside me. (I was several days ‘late,’ but it came, thank goodness.) I had helped cause that situation by not letting Rory out of me, and I was having the same feeling for Johnny, then — I really wanted to feel his hot cum shooting inside me. But I knew better.
Johnny pulled out of me, honoring my trust, and started to stroke himself, aiming toward me, again. I backed off from Rory and sat up. I took Johnny’s cock in my mouth and swallowed everything he could give me this time, hot from the source. No mess. I held tightly onto his ass, holding him while he rocked from the electric paddles thing, again. That made me smile, even with his cock in my mouth.
There were words as we all got dressed. No one fell asleep this time. I lit a candle that smelled of strawberries and cream, but if my mother walked in my room, she’d know. She wouldn’t know how good all the sex was or how many times I came, but she’d know. Hell, she probably knew, already.
I watched Johnny’s naked body disappear into his clothes. I’d get to see him shirtless after a game, I knew. But any time I saw him at school or out with us all as friends, I’d have the sensation of knowing what he looked like naked, of knowing what if felt like to have that boy inside me.
We all sat in my living room and watched TV for a bit, just in case my folks came home. It would look like we’d been there, all along, Starbucks cups mostly finished showing a history.
“I should get going,” Johnny said to the two of us. Now he did feel like a third wheel. He tugged his brown bomber jacket on, having some trouble getting his hand and brace through the sleeve. “You taking off?” he asked Rory.
“Nah, I’m gonna hang until dinner,” he said. Johnny nodded. He’d be walking alone.
Like Lyla was allowed to kiss Rory, so Johnny now was allowed to kiss me, and he did. Not a huge, long kiss, but a nice one, all the same. A good kiss to acknowledge our closeness, yet in front of my boyfriend. But I felt him run his left hand through my hair, which I don’t think Rory saw.
“You don’t get a kiss,” he told Rory.
“I know — that’s just too weird,” Rory laughed back. They did one of those “bro hugs,” though, with the shoulders.
“Call me if we’re all doing something tonight,” he said with a wave, and then Johnny Walker left my house.
I didn’t want to break up with Rory, but I had to find a way to have this happen again. With or without Rory. Maybe we just needed to find another game to play for an excuse.
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