Ending Three
Brendon throws paper
Pete looked back and forth between his rock and Brendon’s paper and blinked a couple of times. “Okay,” he said. “Okay. Just, don’t, like, break my ass, or something.”
“Oh my God,” Brendon muttered into his hands.
It started out a little ridiculous, with Brendon trying to be nice and do the stretching thing and Pete getting impatient and snapping at him. And so maybe it wasn’t a lot of fun having some inexperienced douche bag poke his fingers around inside your ass, or whatever, but seriously, getting to fuck Pete Wentz was not enough to compensate for the trouble. Seriously. It was ridiculous.
Brendon got Pete on his hands and knees and gave up on the preparation. Pete started complaining and telling him to just stick it in already. Then somehow, it got hot. Because it turned out, to the utter amazement of them both, that Pete was a total whore for cock.
Brendon slid in and all Pete’s bitching just stopped mid-sentence. He let out this weird, high-pitched keen and shoved his hips back, taking Brendon all the way. “Fuckin’ fuck. Brendon, fucking…”
Which might not have been Pete’s most coherent moment, ever, but Brendon got the idea. He maybe concurred, because Pete was so tight and he kept squeezing down on Brendon’s dick and yeah, Brendon had known sex was really amazing, but knowing and experiencing were just two dramatically different things.
Brendon gave a little thrust of his hips and Pete bucked back against him, fucking himself on Brendon’s cock, and that was just too hot for words. Pete fucking Wentz was so hot for him that he was fucking himself on Brendon’s cock. Brendon had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from coming on the spot.
They went fast, and every time Brendon thought it was too much, he was being too rough, Pete would growl, “Fucking fuck me, Brendon, I’m not going to fucking break” and “Harder, mother fucker” and other filthy variants, until Brendon was slamming in as hard as he could. Each thrust was met with the resounding smack of flesh on flesh and Pete’s groaning approval. There was no way they weren’t being heard, like, halfway across the state, let alone in the front of the bus.
When Brendon’s hips started faltering and he knew he was close, Pete threw a look over his shoulder and said, “You better not fucking come until I have,” and okay, it had the entire opposite effect that he’d intended, because Brendon squeezed tight on his hips and buried himself deep and came. Pete rode it out until Brendon went soft, sliding out with a wet sound and Pete gave him the most incredible glare ever.
“Sorry,” Brendon said. “Let me make it up to you.” He pulled on Pete’s shoulder, trying to get him to turn over, but Pete shrugged him off.
“Yeah. Like I really want a sloppy blowjob from someone who’s never even got one before.” He made a face, and the words probably should have stung, but Brendon’s veins were still humming from his orgasm, and besides, it was Pete. Whatever.
“Dude, you totally did break my ass,” Pete muttered. He was searching around on the floor for his clothes, pulling on his jeans even though his dick was still so hard it looked painful.
Brendon made a sound of disbelief. “You were a total whore for my dick!” he protested.
“Yeah,” Pete said. “Exactly.”
Brendon shook his head. He should have known better than to try to expect sense from Pete. “Seriously. Come back here. I can’t be that bad at giving blowjobs. I mean, you’ve got them from girls before, and they’ve never had one, either.”
Pete’s glare was back in full force after he’d jerked his t-shirt over his head. His hair was damp with sweat, falling into his face. Brendon sighed and got on his own clothing, and they left the back lounge to find everyone sitting in absolute silence outside the door.
“Um,” Ryan said.
“That was probably the hottest thing ever,” Nate said, and he sounded one hundred percent serious.
“No lie,” Victoria agreed.
Joe nodded his head. “Truefax.”
“Oh my God.” Brendon hid his face in his hands and suddenly, fervently wished God was real and that he’d smite Brendon right about now. And all of his horrible, heathen friends, too.
“Okay, but seriously,” Pete said. “I don’t think I’m gay above the waist. I mean. I don’t think I’m just gay above the waist. I think I’m totally gay below the waist, too.”
Gabe and William shared smug looks and Gabe tapped fists with Patrick. Patrick’s pleased smirk disappeared when Pete went on, directing his words at him. “And also, I think that we need to have sex. Right now.”
Patrick sputtered in disbelief. “You just had sex with Brendon!” He probably meant to convey dozens of things with that utterance, not one of them the one Pete got from it when he said, “I know, so I’m already stretched and everything.”
Though it did manage to shock Patrick enough that he just went along dumbly, at least so long as it took Pete to get him off the bus.
Brendon sat down heavily in his seat and took Jon’s drink from his hand. “I feel so used,” he said despondently.
“Dude,” Ryan said in awe. “Dude, you were. Pete Wentz just fucking took your virginity and used you like a dirty whore.” He ran a fond hand through Brendon’s hair. “That’s so fucking awesome.”
End story three
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Go back to the beginning.
Pete looked back and forth between his rock and Brendon’s paper and blinked a couple of times. “Okay,” he said. “Okay. Just, don’t, like, break my ass, or something.”
“Oh my God,” Brendon muttered into his hands.
It started out a little ridiculous, with Brendon trying to be nice and do the stretching thing and Pete getting impatient and snapping at him. And so maybe it wasn’t a lot of fun having some inexperienced douche bag poke his fingers around inside your ass, or whatever, but seriously, getting to fuck Pete Wentz was not enough to compensate for the trouble. Seriously. It was ridiculous.
Brendon got Pete on his hands and knees and gave up on the preparation. Pete started complaining and telling him to just stick it in already. Then somehow, it got hot. Because it turned out, to the utter amazement of them both, that Pete was a total whore for cock.
Brendon slid in and all Pete’s bitching just stopped mid-sentence. He let out this weird, high-pitched keen and shoved his hips back, taking Brendon all the way. “Fuckin’ fuck. Brendon, fucking…”
Which might not have been Pete’s most coherent moment, ever, but Brendon got the idea. He maybe concurred, because Pete was so tight and he kept squeezing down on Brendon’s dick and yeah, Brendon had known sex was really amazing, but knowing and experiencing were just two dramatically different things.
Brendon gave a little thrust of his hips and Pete bucked back against him, fucking himself on Brendon’s cock, and that was just too hot for words. Pete fucking Wentz was so hot for him that he was fucking himself on Brendon’s cock. Brendon had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from coming on the spot.
They went fast, and every time Brendon thought it was too much, he was being too rough, Pete would growl, “Fucking fuck me, Brendon, I’m not going to fucking break” and “Harder, mother fucker” and other filthy variants, until Brendon was slamming in as hard as he could. Each thrust was met with the resounding smack of flesh on flesh and Pete’s groaning approval. There was no way they weren’t being heard, like, halfway across the state, let alone in the front of the bus.
When Brendon’s hips started faltering and he knew he was close, Pete threw a look over his shoulder and said, “You better not fucking come until I have,” and okay, it had the entire opposite effect that he’d intended, because Brendon squeezed tight on his hips and buried himself deep and came. Pete rode it out until Brendon went soft, sliding out with a wet sound and Pete gave him the most incredible glare ever.
“Sorry,” Brendon said. “Let me make it up to you.” He pulled on Pete’s shoulder, trying to get him to turn over, but Pete shrugged him off.
“Yeah. Like I really want a sloppy blowjob from someone who’s never even got one before.” He made a face, and the words probably should have stung, but Brendon’s veins were still humming from his orgasm, and besides, it was Pete. Whatever.
“Dude, you totally did break my ass,” Pete muttered. He was searching around on the floor for his clothes, pulling on his jeans even though his dick was still so hard it looked painful.
Brendon made a sound of disbelief. “You were a total whore for my dick!” he protested.
“Yeah,” Pete said. “Exactly.”
Brendon shook his head. He should have known better than to try to expect sense from Pete. “Seriously. Come back here. I can’t be that bad at giving blowjobs. I mean, you’ve got them from girls before, and they’ve never had one, either.”
Pete’s glare was back in full force after he’d jerked his t-shirt over his head. His hair was damp with sweat, falling into his face. Brendon sighed and got on his own clothing, and they left the back lounge to find everyone sitting in absolute silence outside the door.
“Um,” Ryan said.
“That was probably the hottest thing ever,” Nate said, and he sounded one hundred percent serious.
“No lie,” Victoria agreed.
Joe nodded his head. “Truefax.”
“Oh my God.” Brendon hid his face in his hands and suddenly, fervently wished God was real and that he’d smite Brendon right about now. And all of his horrible, heathen friends, too.
“Okay, but seriously,” Pete said. “I don’t think I’m gay above the waist. I mean. I don’t think I’m just gay above the waist. I think I’m totally gay below the waist, too.”
Gabe and William shared smug looks and Gabe tapped fists with Patrick. Patrick’s pleased smirk disappeared when Pete went on, directing his words at him. “And also, I think that we need to have sex. Right now.”
Patrick sputtered in disbelief. “You just had sex with Brendon!” He probably meant to convey dozens of things with that utterance, not one of them the one Pete got from it when he said, “I know, so I’m already stretched and everything.”
Though it did manage to shock Patrick enough that he just went along dumbly, at least so long as it took Pete to get him off the bus.
Brendon sat down heavily in his seat and took Jon’s drink from his hand. “I feel so used,” he said despondently.
“Dude,” Ryan said in awe. “Dude, you were. Pete Wentz just fucking took your virginity and used you like a dirty whore.” He ran a fond hand through Brendon’s hair. “That’s so fucking awesome.”
End story three
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Go back to the beginning.