Holy Scomiche: The Second Helping

Best Friends

Requested by someone who wanted to stay anonymous... idk why.
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Scott and Mitch sat in Mitch's room, playing video games like they did when they had sleep overs.

It seems a little absurd, sleep overs at the ages of fourteen and fifteen, but friendship is worth the slight embarrassment.

Scott sighed and paused the game, placing his controller down.
"Mitch?"

Mitch put down his controller and gave Scott his full attention.
"What's wrong?"

"It's just. I've been having these thoughts and getting these urges to do things that I don't understand." Scott blushed
"Can I help in anyway?" Mitch said, moving his fringe behind his ear.

Suddenly, Scott's lips crashed with Mitch and they both fell onto the bed.

Scott's hands caressed Mitch's curves with care, as if tracing them. It felt natural for Scott's hands to rest on Mitch's love handles.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light and a loud click.

The boys separated their lips and looked at Mitch's door to see Nel holding a camera and Mike with a blank expression.
"So cute!" Nel fangirled as she walked away.

Mike waited until she was down the hallway before speaking. He pulled out a condom from his pocket and tossed it to Scott.
"If he can still walk, you didn't do it right. There will be a good demonstration of the results tomorrow with your mother." He commented before rubbing his hands villainously and jogging down the hallway towards Nel.

Scott held the condom in his hand while Mitch layed there with a grossed out expression. Scott kissed it away.
"Where were we?"

Mitch reached down and stuck his hand in Scott's joggers, his eyes widening at what he found.
"S-Scott?"
"Hm?"
"D-do you have u-um.... an e-eggplant in your pants?" Mitch blushed as he started to feel it more. Scott grunted.
"No." He said, his voice deeper than usual. Mitch's eyes widened.

"T-then I'm h-holding y-your-"
"My dick, Mitch. Your grasping my dick. And it feels amazing." Scott gruffly mumbled the last part into Mitch's neck as he sucked a vibrant hickey.

Mitch bit his lip as he continued to pump Scott's length in his small hands. Scott slowly thrusted into his hand, wanting more of the sensation.

Scott leaned down and kissed Mitch's neck, earning a gasp from the smaller boy.

Mitch's bit his lip as he continued to jerk Scott at, in Scott's opinion, a very agonizing pace.

A sticky substance started to leak out of Scott's cock at a rapid pace.
"Oh my god! Scott's! I think you're bleeding!" Mitch panicked, stopping immediately and pushing on Scott's chest.

Scott groaned in protest, his face still buried in Mitch's neck.
"Scott! You're hurt!" Mitch whined.

Scott sighed and leaned up, looking at his body.
"I'm fine."
"But... you're bleeding. Your dick was bleeding." Mitch pouted.

Scott whipped out his cock from his joggers, exposing the clear substance that oozed from his cock.

"Mitch. That's not blood. It's pre-cum." Scott explained.
"What's pre-cum?" Mitch raised a brow as he looked at Scott's pulsating cock with wonder.
"Wanna taste it?" Scott smirked.

Mitch looked at Scott, then his cock. He gripped the member and leaned down, giving it a tiny lick.

Scott groaned and thrusted his hips towards Mitch.
"S-suck it."
"What?"
"Suck it! That'll make me feel better." Scott remembered Mitch's thinking he was hurt.