Chapter 6

He was late, which was so completely out of character for him. He never was. He hated tardiness, actually. It just seemed so rude to make people wait for you just because of your laziness or carelessness or even your stupid setbacks. He needed to hurry. He was trying hard to walk as fast as he could but the pain was so intense. The boys were probably worried and he was sure they even had to be a little pissed that their cocksucker wasn’t there to service them. They hadn’t had to jerk off in months and they sure as hell were not going to have to start now. He was holding his left side. Even breathing hurt like hell. There must have been something wrong with one of his eyes too. His right shoulder was busted and there was an excruciating pain coming from the back of his head. He needed to walk faster. He couldn’t even text them to let them know he was on his way since his phone had been smashed. It was an old phone anyways. He was gonna have to apologize big time to the boys and make sure to make it up to them.

“Alright, so ... when are you gonna fuck her?”

“Shut up dude! I just said I kinda like her, that’s all!!”

“Hahaha! Yeah, whatever!” Josh and Corey were chilling in Corey’s room. They had started smoking the pot Ed had predictably supplied for them. A hot new video was lighting up the 50-inch screen, courtesy of Josh’s remarkable hacking skills and the two boys were sprawled in their comfy armchairs enjoying the buzz they were getting from some good quality weed and discussing straight dudes’ stuff.

“Besides I’m still with Amy, you know that!” said Josh passing the joint.

“Ah, c’mon, man! That’s fucking boring! You gotta dump her! Can’t trust a chick who won’t suck your dick! Hahaha!” Corey cackled at his own pun and Josh joined in.

“Hahaha! Yeah, you’re right! So does that mean that the chatterbox gives awesome head?” asked Josh, referring to Corey’s current fling, Karen. Corey shrugged.

“She’s alright. She sucks pretty much on cue but she only takes about half of it ... probably even less...” he made a face “So forget about deepthroating,” he explained passing back the joint.

“Too bad! That feels gooooood!” chuckled Josh.

“Hell yeah, bro! Hahaha!” replied Corey.

“Good thing we got Ed for that, hehe!” continued Josh.

“Haha! You got that right! Any fucking time, any fucking place we want, no less!” sneered Corey and the two boys exchange a fistbump.

“Can you believe how lucky we got with him? He has got to be like the best cocksucker in America! Hahaha!” joked Josh.

“Hahaha! Fucking-A-right, man! He’s such a queer!” snickered Corey and Josh copied him. Then the dark-haired boy continued.

“Yeah, but it’s not just that, dude! All he cares about is that WE feel good! Did you know he jerks off only once a week?” said Josh “Says he does it so he’s always hungry for our cocks and he can give us the best service ever, ‘any fucking time, any fucking place we want!’” he finished quoting his buddy. Corey cracked up.

“Hahaha! Seriously? No, I didn’t know that!” he said.

“Yeah! And before Christmas break we were talking and I tried to explain to him that no matter how good he is, fucking a hot chick is another thing, right?” Josh said taking back the joint.

“Right!” said Corey exhaling.

“Know what he said?” Josh smirked and took a puff.

“What?” Corey smirked back.

“He said his goal in life is to become the ‘ultimate cocksucker’ so that he can make us feel even better!” Josh said and Corey cackled again.

“Hahaha! Well, dude, I don’t have the slightest bit of problem with that, do you?” he asked his buddy. Josh shrugged.

“Not really ... if that makes him happy, I’m not gonna complain, hehe!” the boys cackled “I actually told him that there’s gotta be room for improvement since he’ll be spending the next three and a half years sucking on our dicks!”

“Hahaha! Yeah, you got that right! Hahaha!” said Corey and the two of them enjoyed another laugh “Yeah but where is that faggot at? He was supposed to be here ages ago.” Corey asked then, checking his phone “I texted him a couple of times but no reply.”

Josh frowned “That’s weird. He said he was just running to the library to get some books for you...” he said, “but that was like two hours ago...”

It was Corey’s turn to shrug.

“Maybe he just met one of the girls, you know they always chat for hours!” he said rolling his eyes.

At that moment Corey’s phone beeped and the boy picked it up again.

“Is it him?” asked Josh.

“Nah, it’s PayPal...” Corey replied smirking widely “I just got 50 bucks from Jim...”

Josh looked puzzled and Corey explained

“ ... the cash slave...”

“Oh! Right! What for?” Josh asked.

Corey grinned “Hehehe! That’s the best part! Nothing at all! It’s just his weekly fag tax.”

“His weekly fag tax?” Josh repeated raising his eyebrows.

“Yep, it was Ed’s idea! Hehe!” Corey explained “It’s the money he owes me for the honor of being my slave!” he said like it was totally normal.

“You gotta be kidding me...” Josh commented.

“I know, right?” Corey interjected and showed him his phone screen “And check this out!”

Josh looked at the screen and frowned, a little confused.

“What?” he asked.

“Wait for it...” Corey said still smirking. And sure enough, after a few more seconds, his phone buzzed. Corey cracked up.

“What the hell is that?” Josh asked amused.

“That, my friend is the sound of a desperate fag, hahaha!” Corey snickered, then explained, “Every time he sends me money he texts me right afterward...”

“To say what?” Josh asked. Corey grinned and turned his phone back to him again.

“Sir! I just sent you the money I owed you for the week, Sir! Thank you for letting me be your stupid fag bitch slave, Sir! It’s such an honor to be able to serve you, Sir! And thank you, Sir, for letting me pay you for that honor, Sir!”

Josh read it out loud while Corey snickered every two or three words. Even Josh couldn’t help snickering a little.

“Damn, this guy’s into some weird shit! What a loser!” the black haired boy commented.

“Yeah, totally man! Hahaha!” Corey laughed.

And then right there and then the boys heard the door open.

“About damn time, fa...” but the blond stud’s voice stopped there.

“Hi, guys ... I’m ... I’m so sorry I’m late...” Ed said as Josh and Corey were staring at him in utter disbelief. The boy looked like a train had hit him. His face was a bloody mess, he was holding his left side and he was limping visibly.

“Dude! What the hell happened to you?” Josh asked jumping to his feet and hurrying to him, a mixture of sincere worry and sudden anger.

“Nothing ... I just ... fell...” Ed’s voice trembled and the words came out a little muffled because of his split lips. It was obviously a lie.

“What?” the other two boys said in unison, now standing next to him

“Yeah, it’s ... it’s ... nothing ... really...” Ed said sounding on the verge of tears “Lemme ... lemme just ... take a quick shower and...” he continued disoriented but he tripped on his feet and it was only thanks to Josh’s quick reflexes that he didn’t end up face down on the floor “Aaaahhh!!” the boy screamed in pain as Josh caught him and they both ended up kneeling on the floor. Then Ed immediately added “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Sir! I’ll start right away!” he said looking at Josh like he was in a state of shock.

“Dude forget about that! Just calm down and tell us what happened!” Josh sounded so worried and Corey added:

“Yeah, man! Who did this to you?!”

Ed looked up at the two boys. One was holding him, the other was kneeling next to him. He didn’t say anything but a sudden understanding and a hot-headed rage fired up in Josh’s eyes.

“It was him, wasn’t it?” the dark haired boy said through gritted teeth.

“Who?” asked Corey.

“That sick son of a bitch did this to you?” Josh ignored his blond buddy and asked Ed.

“No ... I don’t...” Ed stumbled on his words as his throat was quickly closing up.

“Josh, who are you talking about?!” Corey asked, still confused.

“Who do you think?! Mark Sweeney, genius!” Josh retorted, extremely irritated.

“What?” said Corey “But why? Wasn’t he mad at Jen or something?”

“He’s a fucking psycho! Who the fuck knows what he’s capable of!” Josh said, then turned back to the victim “Ed! Did he do this to you?” he sounded even angrier.

Ed couldn’t take it anymore. He broke down and cried and wept like he hadn’t done in years hugging Josh so tight. The two straight boys didn’t really know what to do but they figured that their friend needed to calm down a little before he could speak to them.

“It’s alright, man...” Josh tried to console the poor guy “It’s gonna be alright...”

Corey could tell that Josh was fuming. He was so pissed you could read it on his face which kinda scared him a little.

It took several minutes for Ed to stop howling and hugging Josh like his life depended on it. At their insistence, he told them what had happened and the second he was done:

“He’s dead.” Josh sentenced in a low, scary whisper “Imma fuck him up so bad his fucking parents won’t be able to recognize him!”

“No ... Josh, please!” Ed said worried, putting a hand on the jock’s shoulder.

“He’s gonna pay for what he did to you!” Josh added enraged now getting to his feet with his fists already balled up.

“What are you gonna do?” asked Corey worried.

“What do you think?” replied Josh irritably “I’m gonna go to him and beat the shit outta that cunt!”

“No, Josh! Don’t, please!” shouted Ed again “You’re gonna get hurt, please! I don’t want that!” he sobbed.

“He’s the one who’s gonna get hurt, trust me!” Josh replied angrily “You coming, Cor?!” he added. Corey looked ashen.

“Me?” he said “You want my help in a fight?” he asked like it was outrageous.

“Don’t be such a fucking pussy all the time, man!” Josh said angrily.

“Please, don’t fight...” Ed sobbed.

“Dude, I’ve never even thrown a punch! What do you expect me to...” Corey tried to make his buddy see reason.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, just fucking grow a pair, Cor!!”

“Please, stop fighting!” Ed cried out.

“SHUT UP, ED!” Josh hollered which caused the gay boy to start bawling again.

“Really? Dude! You scream at him now? Really?” a disgusted Corey said to Josh sending a jolt of guilt down the jock’s spine. Corey knelt on the floor again to pat Ed on the back “It’s ok, man ... we’re not fighting anymore...” he said looking up at Josh.

“I ... I just wanted to...” Josh said still breathing heavily “Come on, man, stop crying...” he added, but in a soft, sweet way and kneeled down too.

A few minutes later, Ed was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and his two friends were in front of him. He had calmed down somewhat.

“You need to go to the police...” Corey said.

“I still think beating the shit outta him is the best op...”

“NO!” Ed said, now adamant. The two boys almost didn’t dare reply.

“But...” said the blond one.

“I’m not going to the police, Corey.” Ed said sounding a lot more like his old self “First of all I have no proof it’s them, it’s their word against mine and Mark Sweeney is like god almighty on campus, you know that! No one’s gonna take my side!” he said, “And second, he might hurt someone else if I retaliate.”

“Then let me...”

“No Josh! You are not gonna confront him. I don’t want you to get hurt!”

“I’m not gonna get...” Josh started to protest.

“Yes, you are!” Ed cut him off “Going after him means taking on the whole football team plus his frat brothers! Can you honestly beat up thirty guys on your own?” Ed asked exasperatedly. Josh didn’t reply but Ed could tell he wanted to keep protesting. “Promise me you won’t go looking for him, please...” Ed pleaded.

Josh took a deep breath and rolled his eyes.

“Fine ... if that’s what you want...” he said finally then he added, “ ... but this is NOT over!”

“Aaaahhh...” Ed winced in pain after trying to stand.

“We need to get you to a hospital,” Corey said.

“No ... I’m f...” tried to say Ed.

“No, you’re not! And you have no say in the matter. We’re taking you to a hospital, period!” Josh said menacingly.

Ed couldn’t help but smile. What a weird sensation it was to have people caring for him.

“Ok...” he mumbled, “ ... thanks...”

“I gotta go, babe,” Josh said gently to the beautiful busty blond who was cuddling next to him.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Jen answered and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s torso, burying her face into his chest and breathing in his smell. Josh laughed softly.

“I wish, but I gotta tutor Jeff,” he said.

“You’re ditching me for a dude?” she replied pouting dramatically.

“Yep!” he said outrageously and then he tickled her a little, which made her giggle. They exchanged a smile and then they started making out.

Ten minutes later a very horny Josh was awkwardly walking out of Jen’s dorm with a very annoying boner in his pants and a deep scowl on his handsome face. They had started dating about two and a half months before and they were both in that blissful stage in their relationship where they literally couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Weirdly enough it had been Ed’s misfortune that had brought the two kids closer. Jen had literally gone ballistic when Josh had picked up the phone on that awful night and had told her they were at the hospital. They were all so worried about Ed. What had happened to the poor guy still made the jock’s blood boil with rage. He simply couldn’t believe that crazy son of a bitch Sweeney had gotten away with it scot-free. And the same went for Jen. But Ed had told them time and time again that he didn’t want them to do anything about it and made them promise not to act in any way. And so, out of respect for him, they very much unwillingly hadn’t.

Josh arrived at the library only a few minutes late.

“Hey, bro! Whassup!” a very tall boy greeted him in the entrance hall.

“Hey, man!” answered Josh as they exchanged a fist bump “Sorry I’m late!”

“No problem, I just got here!” Jeff said in a deep baritone “Same room?”

“Sure!” replied Josh.

This was a fairly recent development for Josh. A few weeks earlier he had been asked by a dude in his history class to help out a buddy of his who was in a pinch. That’s how Josh had met Jeff Murphy, a freshman that had gotten into Stanford with a sports scholarship. The kid was an awesome basketball player but he was not exactly into studying. Not one bit. So Josh, being the nice guy that he was, had agreed to help him out and pretty much teach him how to hit the books in a productive way. It was basically the same thing he had started to do with Corey but, since his childhood friend seemed not to respond particularly well to his teaching methods (the fights had become a regular thing), Josh, together with Ed and Corey had decided to leave that tutoring job to Ed alone who was apparently running for sainthood, patience-wise. Jeff, on the other hand, was a different deal. To start with, he was a fellow jock, which was something Josh had kinda missed. Corey and Ed were great and all but watching a game together or even discussing one wasn’t exactly an option. Jeff was also very easy going, coming from a poor family, and he seemed alright. Well, truth be told he was kind of a meathead sometimes, but that didn’t bother Josh. He could have intelligent conversations with Ed anyway.

“Alright so, last time we stopped at chapter 5, right?” Josh asked the other boy.

“Yeah, but there are a few things that I still don’t get...” said Jeff scratching one of his cheeks.

“Ok, like what?” and the lesson began.

About an hour later they stopped for a little break.

“ ... and so she dumped me, bro! Just like that!” Jeff said while popping a soda can open.

“That fucking blows, man!” replied Josh.

“Yeah, well ... I kinda asked for it, though...” the other boy admitted, “I’m always practicing cause I can’t afford to lose my scholarship. I’d get kicked out, you know?!”

“Yeah, I totally get it, man!” said Josh smiling warmly. This Jeff guy looked exactly like a future NBA player. He stood at almost 6’ 3”, slim and athletic, he had skin the color of milk chocolate, not too dark, his black afro hair was quite long and it was all braided down. He had big, full lips, a large nose, and ebony eyes. He didn’t look like the kinda guy who has too many problems finding a girl. Keeping her, though, was kind of a different story.

“Ah, screw it! I don’t have time for a girlfriend, anyways!” he said, “Gotta keep my head in the game, you know?!”

“Yeah, well ... I bet you’re under a lot of pressure, huh?” Josh asked.

“You have no idea, bro!” he said “The coach is counting on me! Damn, the whole fucking school expects me to score dozens of points every single game! It’s rough!” he complained, “And don’t even get me started on my parents!”

“Yeah, I can imagine...” Josh smiled sympathetically.

“Like I said, I don’t got time for a girlfriend!” Jeff repeated, then he smirked “I’m gonna miss her holes though, I’ll tell you that! Hehe!” he made a point of sounding particularly butch and vulgar with a complicit smirk on his face.

“Hehe! Yeah, man, I’ll bet!” Josh replied which made Jeff smirk even wider. Then the black boy shrugged.

“Oh, well, it’s not the end of the world! Guess it’s just gonna have to be me and my hand for a while, huh?” said the boy jerking off an imaginary dick in the air.

“Hehe! Guess so, man...” said Josh, but his quick brain was already working. That, right there, might have actually been the solution to the problem. It was bound to cheer the guy up, Josh was almost positive. Of course, it wasn’t like him to act so impulsively. At least not when he was not raging mad. That was more Corey’s style. But what if this time around he was going to simply follow his instincts instead of overthinking everything. The boy was torn.

“Alright, so you wanna get back to it? We still got two chapters to...” asked Jeff, flipping a couple of pages from the book they were using.

‘Oh what the hell... ‘ thought Josh, then he cut off the black boy.

“Yeah, in a minute...” Jeff looked up at him “Hey listen, man, I think I have a proposition for you. But just hear me out till the end before you say no, ok?”

Jeff frowned, a little confused “Ok ... I guess...”

“Alright...” Josh started “What’s your take on fags?”

“Oh, Sir! Could you please turn the camera down a little bit, so that I may see your perfect cock, Sir? Please!” a balding middle-aged man who was looking at a smooth, hairless chest and stomach begged from Corey’s laptop screen.

“Sure can, faggot!” Corey’s amused voice answered “That’ll be 50 bucks!” he added.

“But ... but Sir...” the guy on the screen mildly protested “I just sent you 50 for you to take off your shirt!”

“Good point, bitch! My dick’s worth way more than that!” Corey said with a cocky grin, purposely misreading the man’s complaints “Send 100, then!” Corey commanded.

“But ... Sir...” the man protested again.

“Alright, I’m hanging up ... I got two more slaves on hold, anyways ... see ya!” Corey said like he literally couldn’t care less, which worked like a charm.

“NO, NO! SIR! PLEASE WAIT!! FORGIVE MEEE!!” the man shouted in a sudden panic, reaching for his phone “THERE SIR!!” he said fidgeting with it “PLEASE, DON’T HANG UP, SIR! I BEG YOU!! I’M SOOO SORRY!!!”

Corey’s phone buzzed and the boy picked it up. He smirked.

“Why did you send me 150, bitch?” he asked, widely entertained. The man on the screen was visibly agitated.

“I’m ... I’m not sure, sir!” he stuttered “I ... I panicked ... I thought you were not gonna forgive me and ... and that you ... you ... were gonna hang up and never gonna contact me again ... or something ... I’m so sorry, Sir!” the man ranted on, his eyes deprived of anything resembling reason.

Corey shook his head and snickered openly.

“Hahaha! That was actually good thinking, bitch! Hehe!” the boy said. The man’s face relaxed and he positively beamed at his young master, even though he had never seen his face. He wasn’t allowed to, of course.

“Thank you, Sir!” the man, said, almost moved “You are so generous to me, Sir!”

“Alright, so you wanna see my dick?” Corey said butch as hell.

“Yes Sir, please!” the man moaned almost like he was an actual bitch in heat.

Corey snickered.

“Alright...” he took the webcam in his hand and turned it down to shoot his crotch.

The old man suddenly saw the head of a dark-haired boy who was kneeling on the floor and diligently tonguing the most majestic cock he had ever seen.

“OH MY GOOOOOD!” the man sounded like he was about to cum just by looking at that spit covered piece of meat.

“Yeah, yeah, I know ... hehehe!” Corey said enjoying himself enormously.

“Is ... Is that your roommate, Sir?” the man said, almost drooling from his agape mouth.

“Yep, that’s my dear ol’ fag roomie!” Corey said, then cackled “Why don’t you homos say hi to each other, hehe!”

Ed looked up at the camera and with an Oscar-worthy expression he hungrily swallowed the whole limp cock to the base, giving almost a defying look to his virtual competition.

“Oh, Sir! He’s so lucky!!” the old man said, almost in tears, livid with jealousy.

“Hehe! You bet he is!” Corey said cocky as ever.

“I would give anything to be doing what he’s doing right now.”

“Yeah, I know.” Corey replied “Hey roomie, why don’t you tell this old fart what if feels like to be able to taste my dick?” he said to Ed.

“Mmmm...” Ed moaned slowly taking his cock out of his mouth “Well ... normally it tastes so good...” the boy said “But Master has just finished pounding his girlfriend’s pussy and now I’m licking all her pussy juice off his dick. This is so frustrating because he just shot a huge load so I know he’s not going to feed me any cum. He’s just using me to get cleaned up because he doesn’t feel like taking a shower.”

“Hahaha! Damn right I am, queer!” Corey said “And don’t forget to lick my balls! You know how much I sweat down there!”

“Yes, Sir!” Ed replied immediately and moaned with pleasure the moment he started to work on his big, low hanging balls.

“You should be ashamed of yourself you ungrateful idiot!” the man on the screen spouted, utterly indignated “How dare you to complain when you get to live the dream every single day?” he sounded positively angry with Ed.

“Hahaha!” cackled Corey “Well, the old fag’s got a point, roomie! You do get to live the dream by sharing a room with me, don’t you?!” he pointed out “I mean, think about how much your life has changed since you told me you’re a fag!” the blond boy said cockily.

“Yes, Sir! I know! And I am incredibly grateful that I get to clean up your mess, do your laundry, be at your beck and call...” Ed said between hungry, tasty licks to Corey’s sweaty balls “ ... I just meant that I prefer it when you use me as your cumdump, Sir!” the boy said mildly, smiling at his straight roommate.

“You should be grateful that he tolerates your presence! Don’t you know us faggots are less than human?!?” the old man continued his cult-like indoctrination ravings “And the only reason we were born in the first place is to serve real men like our Master, you stupid cunt! Everybody knows that!!”

“Hahaha! Wow! Do you girls want me to give you some space, so you can duke it out?” Corey said, highly amused.

Ed smiled slightly but kept licking the blond boy’s balls and didn’t answer.

“Why aren’t you groveling at his feet and beg for forgiveness?” the crazy old guy howled “Master, forgive me but I think you should punish him hard for being so disrespectful!”

“Hahaha! It’s alright, bitch! He’s pretty useful, anyway.” Corey answered smirking and Ed smiled up to him.

“No, Sir! You should teach him that what he said is wrong! You should beat him up, Sir! I mean really hurt him, Sir! You should reduce him to a bloody pulp and then...”

“That’s enough! Shut up!” Corey’s voice was cold this time. The boy wasn’t smiling anymore and neither was Ed. Corey switched off the webcam:

“Alright, time’s up! You got way more than what you paid for!” Corey said curtly, almost angrily.

“Oh, Sir! I’m ... I’m sorry if I have offended you in any way ... I was just trying to...” the old man hurried to say but Corey cut him off.

“Your weekly fag tax is due in two days and you’re gonna double it this time.”

“But ... Sir ... why ... what have I...” the man stuttered, confused.

“Because I said so, you stupid homo!” Corey said angrily.

“Yes, Sir! Of course! Anything you say, Sir! Forgive me!” the man replied now scared.

“Now fuck off!” grunted Corey and ended the call very unceremoniously.

There was an awkward silence between the two roommates.

“What a freak...” Corey mumbled, almost embarrassed “ ... saying those things...”

“Corey...” Ed said now smiling up gratefully at his buddy “ ... how many times do I have to tell you guys that I’m fine?”

“I know you are!” said the blond boy tentatively “It’s just ... you know...”

Ed rolled his eyes.

“Man, for the last time, I AM FINE! It’s been months and it was no big deal, to begin with...”

“No big deal?” Corey protested raising his eyebrows.

“Whatever! Even if it was, all I’m saying is that you don’t need to get all protective whenever someone suggests a little fag bashing! God knows Josh does that more than enough for the both of you!” Ed explained for the umpteenth time “Besides it’s bad for business! I’m your fag bitch, remember? Both in those videos and in real life!” he smiled and Corey smirked back.

“As if I could ever forget! Hehe!” Corey said “Fine, fine! I’ll stop!”

“Good! Thanks!” Ed smiled a very grateful smile that was full of meaning. Corey returned it.

“Alright, let’s see if we got some more requests, I haven’t checked my emails in a couple of days...” Corey said then as he started typing on his computer. Ed stuck out his tongue and went back to work on the straight boy’s crotch. Corey looked down for a second “Enough with the licking, why don’t you start cleaning up all that shit?” he nudged his head in the direction of his own bed. It was clear to see that the boy had partied pretty hard with his girlfriend even before having what must have been some pretty wild animal sex. Chips and candy wrappers, empty beer cans and crumbs could be found all over the floor and hidden in Corey’s tangled up covers and sheets which led to believe that they had had shitloads of junk food and booze, probably just to remind themselves that they were disgusting teenagers and it was their duty to act like it.

“Yes, Sir!” Ed said giving that beloved dick one last kiss and getting off the floor “Do you want me to change the sheets too?”

“Sure!” Corey said distractedly while checking his emails “mmm ... let’s see what we got here ... well, well, seven new requests ... ka-ching! Hehehe!” he laughed “Alright, so ... this one is...”

“Sir, did you use a rubber?” Ed asked a little bashfully.

“Sure did faggot! I think I threw it on the floor somewhere when I was done.” Corey’s voice was extremely amused, Ed could tell even if the straight boy wasn’t looking at him “Wanna suck the cum out like you did the other day?”

“Well, only if you let me, Sir!” Ed replied.

“Hehe! Check under the bed, it’s probably there.” Corey said.

“Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!”

It only took the cum hound a few seconds to locate the condom.

“Found it!” Ed said

“Hehe! Good for you, fag! Enjoy it!” Corey replied without ever turning to him. He was busy checking his mail after all. Ed didn’t waste a second, he put the used rubber in his mouth and sucked all of Corey’s orgasm out of it.

“Mmmmm...” he moaned.

“Taste good?” asked Corey, mockingly.

“Yeah...” Ed replied “but it’s not as warm when I suck it out of this stupid thing!” he complained.

“Hehehe! Yeah, well, I had a loooooot of fun shooting that shit inside that ‘stupid thing’, I’ll tell you that! Hahaha!”

Ed was about to reply but a sharp knock on the door didn’t let him. It was followed by a familiar voice “It’s Josh!”

“Let him in.” Corey told Ed with such natural authority in his tone. The gay boy got to his feet immediately and walked to the door to unlock it.

“Hey Josh!” said Ed.

“What’s up, buddy!” followed Corey from his table.

“Hey, guys!” Josh said closing the door while watching Ed go back on his knees to resume cleaning up Corey’s mess.

“I see you’re working!” the dark-haired boy said to Corey.

“Yep...” Corey replied still reading his emails. Then something came to mind “Oh shit! Before I forget! Dude, take your shoes off!” he said to Josh.

“Why?” replied the dark-haired boy.