Holy Scomiche: The Second Helping

Everytime

Hi! My name is Mitch Grassi and you're watching Disney Channel!

No! Just kidding. But boy do I have a story to tell.

It started in our 8th grade year in middle school, but became more frequent over time.

Scott has a problem. He masturbates a lot.

Too much, actually!

I've caught him on numerous occasions to the point where it has made its way into my schedule of day to day life.

Go grocery shopping
Walk Wyatt
Catch Scott Jacking it
Send streaks to Kirstie
Etc

But there was one time that was different than the last.... because he wanted me to join him.

Here's the story.
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It was a rainy day in Los Angeles, something rare, when I saw Scott walking into his room with nothing on but a pair of his boxers.

I know it's wrong, but I always listen to Scott during his alone time. It's just... so hot! I can't help my hormones!

I creeped up to the door and could already hear the heavy breathing. He must really be thinking about something hot because he is grunting pretty loudly.

I pressed my body a little closer to the door and instantly regretted it when it moved a little and a loud creak sounded.

Shit!

"Who the hell?" Scott mumbled as he stood up and walked over.

He yanked the door opened some more and I fell right into the room.

I scrambled to my feet.
"Hey, Scott... it isn't what it looks like?" I said, questioning myself to see if it sounded believable.
"You're such a bad liar." Scott chuckled.
"But since you're here, you might as well help me finish." His eyes darkened as he stared down at me with lust.

Was he always this damn tall or am I really this short?
"I... um... what?" I was still trying to comprehend what he just said.
"You heard me. You're gonna help me finish. Now get on your knees and suck my dick."

All I could do was blink at him.
"I'm sorry. What?"
"If I tell you again, I'm just gonna fuck you." Scott said, annoyed.

I instantly dropped to my knees and was face to tip with his dick.

It was fucking huge! And he must've been really aggressive because the tip was an angry red, almost like it was planning to attack me.

I felt myself shaking as I reached up and gripped the monster, giving it a shy stroke.
"Suck. Now." He growled as he stared into my soul.

My eyes widened as I tried to take as much as I could into my mouth. I used the very limited space left in my mouth and swirled my tongue around his tip.

He let out a soft moan before grabbing a fist full of my short hair and pushing me down the rest of the way. My gag was muffled because his thick dick was stuffed into my throat.

I could feel the saliva building up in my mouth as he shook my head a little before letting down. I immediately withdrew and coughed.

I could see the strings of my spit attached to the underside of his base from my lips.
"Damn. Just like I imagined." He whispered, but I still heard it clearly.

I sucked the large member as best I could, using my hand to jerk what I couldn't fit. Thankfully, the large amount of saliva worked as decent lubrication.

He started to gently thrust into my mouth, earning a soft grunt from me every time his tip smashing into the back of my throat.
"Yeah. Suck on that dick, you little slut." He groaned as he started to thrust harder.

He suddenly pulled out and pushed my back to a wall before putting himself back in.

He was thrusting hard this time, earning gargles and gags from me. I could feel my head rocking with every thrust, hitting the wall behind me every-single-fucking-time!

He let out a final grunt and I felt his hot,thick cum starting to coat my throat. As he pulled out, every inch or so his cock would twitch and a new shot would cost my flooded tongue even more. When he was all the way out, his cock jumped and a shot landed on my cheek.
"Get out." He said gruffly as he let out a shaky sigh and plopped down on his bed, his wet cock leaking and still fully stiff.

I scrambled to my feet and stumbled out, my head fuzzy from what I just experienced.
"Did... did my best friend just mouth fuck me?"

Wyatt strolled by and weaved between my legs for attention.
"Not now, Wyatt. Mommy' thinking about life." I dismissed as I walked into my room and let him in before closing the door.

When I layed down, he jumped into my chest and licked my face; gathering some of Scott's cum.
"No Wyatt! Don't do th-" He gulped audibly.
"-damn it." I sighed as I grabbed a face towel from my closet and wiped it off.

An hour later, there was a knock on my door. It was Scott, obviously.
"Hey, uh... I just wanted to say sorry for, um... f-for cumming on you face. I only meant for it to be in your mouth, but when he cold air hit my tip I couldn't-"
"Enough! I don't care how it felt, just... don't mention it again. Okay?" I cut him off, not wanting to hear him talk about shooting in my face accidentally.

I mean, who the fuck cums on their best friends face on accident? I've never heard some shit like that in my life!

"But Mi-"

I closed to door and locked it.
"You give great head!" He shouted.

It was muffled through the door but I still heard it clearly.
"Idiot." I sighed as I walked back to my bed and went to sleep.
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