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Minho spots him walking home with his little tennis skirt swishing around, and he pops his watermelon-flavored gum, a little extra drool falling from the corner of his lip. He elbows Hyunjin sitting beside him on the dirty bench for the bus. “Look, there he is.”
Hyunjin sees him too, surrounded by his gaggle of girlfriends, all giggling with each other, and he shoots Minho a look. “That’s who you want to fuck?”
Minho’s mouth hangs open a little bit. “You’re kidding? He’s gorgeous. Haven’t you heard the rumors of him and the football team?”
Hyunjin shrugs, and flicks the cigarette butt he’d been holding onto the ground. He shoves his hands into the grungy pockets of his jean jacket, his shoulders all hunched and shy, the pink of his cheeks betraying his curiosity. “Yeah. He’s a boy with a pussy right? ‘S weird.”
Minho leans over to give him a hard smack on the back of his head, which Hyunjin loudly protests. “Watch yourself, idiot, it’s not weird. I’m gonna fuck him someday, I swear. You’re welcome to join if you can get over yourself.”
“Okay, okay, god,” Hyunjin says, deflating and looking back over to the boy, who is happily walking with all his friends by the street, past the bus stop to get to the school parking lot. He tilts his head, considering him. “Cute skirt. Do you think if we asked him over to the tunnel, he’d join?”
Minho laughs and goes to smack Hyunjin again (which he dodges), brushing him off to disguise the fact that he’d considered the exact same scenario. Extensively, all morning, dreaming about it in class until he got hard and started humping his hand right in his seat. The tennis skirt was so fucking distracting, it was criminal. He wanted to slide his dick underneath it so badly and fuck Jisung right here in the open, and see his pussy drip underneath. “I don’t think so. Not from you, at least.”
The pair of them were kind of sort of outcasts - though Minho preferred more PC terms like lone wolf, counterculture, grungey, etc, etc… just definitely not the top pick when it came to guys to have sex with in school. Some people were into the whole dirty skater boy thing, so this would not be Minho’s first rodeo. But it was the first where he wanted it badly, and the first where he wasn’t sure if he could get it. Jisung just seemed so straight-laced, prim and proper, one of the rich kids that lived in the hills and had fancy little designer-brand charms hanging off their phones. Kids that didn’t have to take the dirty bus home from school, who drove home in their own sports cars.
Suddenly Minho is inspired, impassioned, to stand up and shout his name from across the street. He’ll be damned if he keeps wanting for some spoiled little rich kid, no matter how beautiful he is, no matter how much Minho has dreamed of what’s between his legs. He wolf whistles until the group of girls, and Jisung, turns to look at him, scanning him up and down, from his mussed hair to the smudged eyeliner to the general griminess of his clothes, his knees all banged up and scratched from falling off his skateboard, his shoes scuffed and filthy.
One of the girls, a loud-mouthed one, openly scowls at him. “What do you want?”
Minho grins charmingly, knowing his smile is one of his strong suits. “Relax, ladies. Jisung.” He stares him down, feeling a spark of excitement when the boy blushes and looks down. “Just wondering if any of you have directions to the drug store from here? See, Hyunjin and I -” he knocks Hyunjin in the side to get him to stand up straight, knowing Hyunjin’s height adds a considerable sweetness to his upcoming deal - “we’re heading there after school to get some smokes, but the only way we know how to get there is through the tunnel. And you know how the tunnel is.”
A few of the girls blush violently, refusing to meet Minho’s mischievous eye, but the loudmouthed girl just frowns and crosses her arms. Minho pops his gum again, just waiting patiently, knowing at least one of them has to crack, and hoping it’ll be the one he’s currently locked eyes on like he’s prey.
“Like any of us will go there with you,” the girl says harshly, and Minho has to admire her pluck to defend her friends. He just wishes he wasn’t the current obstacle. He sighs a little bit, and quickly switches directions, thinking on his feet.
“You’re right, you’re right. That was impolite of me to invite a girl down there… it’s not safe, right? But Jisung will be okay, won’t he? Even with a pretty face like that. Even wearing such a pretty skirt.”
Hyunjin chuckles a little beside him, and Minho just grins and grins while licking over his teeth like a wolf, watching Jisung’s face flash. Some of the girls giggle with Jisung, whispering things to him, while the loud leader girl of the group just scowls and glares down Minho with all of her might. He sticks out his tongue a little bit to tease her and she recoils in disgust.
“God, c’mon guys, let’s get out of here,” she says, moving to start pulling them all away, but Jisung stays. He felt embarrassed at first, but now that he’s looking at the man across the street from top to bottom, seeing the dip in his waist where his belt cinches in his baggy shirt, the jangling of all of his chains around his shorts as he shifts from foot to foot - and his friend beside him, tall and long-haired and pretty but hunched down and shy - he thinks they could give him what he wants. His mouth is wet and slobbery even just thinking about it.
“You guys go,” Jisung says, shooing away the rest of his friends, who laugh at him and tease him under their breath. “I’ll meet you later.”
Crossing the street over to them, his little tennis skirt lifting a little bit and exposing his upper thighs, Jisung feels all fluttery inside like he did that day with the football players. They lured him in, just like this, and then forced him down to the ground so they could take turns with him and spit on him when they were done, and Jisung loved every brutal second of it. He craved it now all the time, and now that a hit had presented itself so beautifully in front of him, he wanted to take full advantage.
“Hi boys,” Jisung said as he approached Minho and Hyunjin, and Minho reached out to take his hand in his, which Jisung gladly accepted. “So what kind of smokes are you going to buy for me?”
As they walked down the smoky streets, Minho kept popping his gum obnoxiously and swinging Jisung’s hand in his, and he felt the fingertips of his hand going numb with satisfaction. He was trying to focus but all he could think about was Jisung’s pussy so close to him, so close he could reach underneath his skirt right now and cop a feel. But the tunnel really was better, offering them at least a little bit of privacy, and so he forced himself to be patient, even with his cock growing stiff in his cargo shorts.
Hyunjin stalked behind them, sulky that he’d been ousted as a third wheel like this, but secretly glad he could ogle Jisung’s ass as they walked and take tiny little peeks of his white underwear every time his skirt lifted up. Minho had introduced himself and started talking a bunch of shit about his favorite emo bands and animes, and Jisung was nodding along to everything, pretending to eat it up but Hyunjin could tell how bored he was. He chuckled to himself, catching Jisung’s eye every so often and giving him a knowing smirk.
When they finally arrived at the tunnel, Minho was beside himself with arousal but wasn’t quite sure what to do first. Jisung’s hand felt so nice in his. Should he kiss it or something romantic like that? He thought of the rumors, picturing Jisung down on his back on the dirty locker room floor, belly covered in cum, whimpering from being both in pain and turned on… did he want something like that? Minho wanted to impress him, he wanted him to like him.
But Jisung beat him to the punch, taking their hands together and covering Minho’s bulge with it. “How long have you wanted me?” he whispered to Minho, his breath fanning in his face as he got close enough to brush their noses together, their lips painfully close to touching, Minho could feel how warm he was.
He swallowed, a bit shaky, but determined to hold onto this for Jisung, determined not to screw this chance up. “Weeks. Ages. I think about you in class and touch myself.”
Jisung laughed at him, slowly stroking his fingers up and down over Minho’s crotch, pinching at his cock through his pants. “You get hard like this, in class? Jesus. Poor baby. Tell me about it so I can help you next time.”
“Fuck,” Minho groaned under his breath, snapping forward to pull Jisung’s lips into his mouth, crushing him to him by gripping the back of his skull. He dug his tongue into his mouth, so forceful with it that Jisung nearly choked a bit, his mouth flooding with warm spit. He swapped his gum into Jisung’s mouth, the watermelon flavor washing over both their tongues, and Jisung pulled away with a satisfied grin, Minho’s used gum between his teeth.
Jealous and angry and aroused with a feeling he didn’t quite understand from this spoiled, annoying rich boy, Hyunjin watched closely behind them. He scorned Jisung loudly, despite the tent building in his pants.
“Stop acting like such a slut, it’s not sexy, it’s gross,” he scowled, getting close enough to shove Jisung away from Minho so he slammed up against the wall of the tunnel. Jisung groaned and grabbed his shoulder where he hurt it, his eyes squeezing shut. Hyunjin followed close behind him, lashing out in anger to punch Jisung’s other shoulder. “You sound like you’re in a bad porn video.”
Jisung glared at him and hissed, “like inviting me to a fucking tunnel wasn’t like bad porn? Fuck you.”
Minho jumped in, trying to shove Hyunjin away to get between them and failing. “You’re being a fucking idiot, what are you doing?” he cried at Hyunjin, but Hyunjin just laughed.
“Look at him, Minho. He likes it. He likes to be scared. Don’t you, Jisung?”
Jisung stared wide-eyed at them both, irises flitting back and forth like a frightened dog, not knowing which side the blow was going to come from first. He shrunk against the wall, his chest heaving, and tried to ignore how fucking hot his pussy was between his legs, searing pleasure up his whole belly and churning inside of him.
“Let me show you how it’s done, Minho,” Hyunjin said, voice dripping with condescending supremacy, and he lunged forward to a crumpled Jisung and reached for his knees, forcing them apart. Jisung yelped a little bit at the sudden pull of his muscles, but it delved into a moan when Hyunjin curled his arms around his thighs and hoisted him up into the air, keeping him pinned against the wall while using his own waist and arms for leverage. Their crotches rubbed together, and Jisung could feel how big he was in his jeans. He gulped.
“Since you’re a little freak,” Hyunjin said with a smirk under his breath, getting close to Jisung’s face and blowing hot breath on him, the dark strands of his loose hair falling into his eyes, “with a boy’s pussy, do you need to be opened up? Or can you take my dick just like this?”
Jisung sobbed a little bit, his little body wracking while Hyunjin’s jacked arms were straining to hold him up. He felt like the tall boy could bend him over and snap him the instant he was displeased, and it turned him on so much he felt sick. “Please please please just -” Jisung whimpered out, but he was interrupted when Hyunjin smacked him full across the face, a clean swipe. His cheek tingled afterward.
“Shut up. Minho, come here, help me hold him up for a second,” Hyunjin said, reaching to try and take off his belt, and Minho appeared in an instant by Hyunjin’s side, taking over holding Jisung’s knees apart and pushing him against the wall so Hyunjin could slide his pants down and pull his cock out. Minho searched Jisung’s face for any signs that he was hating it, but all he could see was the same flushed, embarrassed boy he wolf-whistled at across the street.
“Hurry up, Hyunjin, I want to fuck him too,” Minho panted, his eyes wide and crazed, drinking in the sight as much as possible of the teary-eyed Jisung with his knees bent apart and his skirt flipped up, leaking fluid out of his pussy and soaking his white underwear until it sort of became translucent. He could see how hairy Jisung kept his pussy and it drove him to madness. He wanted to kiss him and lick him and rail him in half but he wanted to watch his best friend do it first even more. Jisung looked hypnotic like this, cowering under Hyunjin’s assault, and it was something Minho could watch for days and days.
“Is that something you’d like? Both of us fucking you at the same time?” Hyunjin asked Jisung, flicking his chin so he’d look at him. He’d gone back to holding him up now, rubbing the length of his cock over Jisung’s wet labia through his underwear, pressing into him so Jisung could feel how hot and hard he was. “I bet it’s not nearly enough. There’s only two of us instead of a whole football team.”
Jisung burned and burned with shame, wanting to say something to defend himself, but truly having nothing. All he could do was reach down with trembling fingers, and rip his own panties apart til a clean split appeared in the middle, revealing his pussy at last. He moaned with shallow breath, “yeah, yeah I want you to fuck me, I want you to use me how you want.”
Hyunjin just cursed at him, his eyes angry like the devil, before shoving his cock in in one single push. It burned Jisung so badly, burned exactly like the shame, and he yelped in pain, tears leaking out of his eyes involuntarily. “Ahh, ahhh, oh my god,” he whimpered in a broken voice when Hyunjin started to pound him against the wall, his cock so big and the angle so intruding it literally felt like he was being ripped apart.
Hyunjin kept calling him a little bitch over and over, until it started ringing in his ears. When Jisung’s cunt started bleeding from the abuse, shrouding Hyunjin’s dick in smears of red, he was horrified, so disgusted he slapped Jisung across the face again. “I thought you were used to this, what are you bleeding all over my fucking dick for?”
“Sorry, sorry,” Jisung babbled, his head getting slammed back against the brick wall of the tunnel as Hyunjin fucked his whole cock into him over and over so it dragged painfully against his insides. Jisung’s nails scrabbled to grab onto any piece of brick he could for purchase, for even the smallest of resistance against Hyunjin’s force. Minho stood only steps away, just watching and moaning, his hand scrambling over his cock to keep the edge away so he could save his cum for shooting inside of Jisung. He’d never felt so turned on in his entire life.
“How does his pussy feel?” he asked Hyunjin quietly, in awe, and Hyunjin turned around to look at him, giving him a smile.
“It feels so good Minho, he’s so tiny and tight,” Hyunjin panted, with an easy, whiny voice. “I’m gonna cum soon I think, I can’t take it.”
Hyunjin turned back to Jisung and the vitriol appeared again. “I don’t trust you not to get pregnant, you fucking pervert. Let me cum on your face.” He pulled out and suddenly dropped Jisung so he slammed onto the ground, his back sliding rough against the brick wall and leaving deep scratches through his clothes. He landed rough on his tailbone and he cried out, his exposed pussy pressed straight against the dirty ground. He rubbed a little bit against the cement, trying to find any sort of release for how desperate he was to get off. The football players didn’t even come close to hurting him like this and Jisung doesn’t know what to make of it, his brain just feeling foggy and numb and craving more, more.
Hyunjin stood close to him so he could harshly slap his cock against his eye, laughing when it made Jisung flinch. He started jerking himself off in earnest, moaning without abandon, moaning so loud it echoed through the whole tunnel, and he demanded Jisung stay still so he could look at him. Minho came up behind him and started rubbing his back, watching them both over Hyunjin’s shoulder - Jisung rutting pathetically against the filthy ground and Hyunjin gasping and shooting his foul milky load all over Jisung’s face until it started to drip from his cheeks. “Ahhhh, ahhh!” Hyunjin cried while his body shook through the aftereffects, squeezing his cock in his fist to wring out every last drop. Some of it dripped onto the ground and Hyunjin ordered Jisung to eat it up, which he did happily, his silky little tongue lapping at the cold cement.
“Jesus Christ,” Hyunjin said when the whole ordeal was over, when his head was now clear enough to remember everything he’d said and done, and he started to feel shame burning up him from the inside out too. But then Minho shoved him away and took his place in front of Jisung all crumpled onto the ground, his cock cradled in his hand.
“Open up, baby,” Minho said with a sweet smile, nudging his cockhead against Jisung’s cheek so his head lifted up, his cute, wet eyes looking up at Minho with both wonder and fear.
“Minho please,” Jisung choked out, his tongue lapping over his pouty bottom lip, and Minho took advantage of the opportunity to press his tip against Jisung’s lips.
“Open up I said,” Minho said, whiny and annoyed this time, grabbing Jisung’s jaw between his fingers and wiggling a little until his mouth loosened. “Get my dick all nice and wet because it’s going in you next.”
Jisung gargled when Minho slid his tip in even further, bulging out of his cheek. His throat clamped up on instinct, flooding his mouth with spit. He’d never had his mouth fucked before and he was scared, what if he choked and threw up all over himself? They’d laugh at him, they’d call him disgusting and wretched - the very idea made his belly twist with unsettling arousal. He tried his best to tongue around Minho’s cock, sucking the soft, delicate skin to feel the pulsing hardness underneath. But he was so sloppy and unrefined. He felt like such a dirty whore right now, trapped and alone in the tunnel with two strange boys, one of their cocks down his throat.
Minho was staring down Jisung at his knees, watching him squirm and whine and struggle endlessly to fit his cock in his mouth, and he had to try very hard not to blow his load right in his face just like Hyunjin did. He thought Jisung’s face was so angelic and pretty, especially covered in white stickiness. But Minho so badly wanted his semen inside the boy’s pussy and to see it drip out of him onto his skirt - he’d been dying for it for weeks.
“That’s good enough,” Minho groaned, pulling away and watching his hard cock spring up from between Jisung’s puckered lips. Jisung gasped for air, looking up at Minho with the sweetest red eyes, begging. His hands were twisted in his skirt, his legs awkwardly tumbled over themselves like an anime girl, his pussy leaking both blood and slick all over the tunnel floor. Minho might have fallen in love a little.
But he remembered - he could never forget now - that Jisung liked it painful.
He brought the tip of his scruffy sneaker to Jisung’s belly, lightly pushing him until he was flat on his back. Then, with Jisung staring up at him with those tearful, trusting eyes, he trailed the tip of his shoe down, down past Jisung’s skirt and pushed down hard over his pussy with his foot.
Jisung yelped, crying out “fuck!” and closing his thighs instinctively. But Minho just pressed harder, digging his foot in a little bit into Jisung’s crotch. The pressure created intense, swooping pleasure in his lower stomach that made Jisung feel like he might throw up. He gasped and squirmed, not knowing what the fuck to do with this new feeling of powerlessness. Minho just watched him with the darkest eyes, scrutinizing to see how he was taking it. “Jisunggg,” he called quietly, sing songy, and the boy snapped his attention to him. “Can Hyunjin kick you? Then I’ll fuck you and make you cum? You’ve been doing really well, we love it. Can you just do this one last thing? You’re the best girl we’ve ever taken to the tunnel.”
Minho grinned wickedly, knowing calling Jisung a girl would make him so weak, so susceptible. He lightened the pressure of his shoe on Jisung’s cunt and could hear a squelching noise from all his slick releasing.
Jisung did indeed get teary-eyed, lying so pathetically on his back and starting to feel a bit dizzy, his eyes getting swirly as he stared at the underside of the tunnel. He gulped, ready for this to be over, ready for this tightness in his stomach to finally release. He nodded, and heard Hyunjin laugh. Jisung squeezed his eyes shut just in time, bracing himself for the worst of the kick, but he still wasn’t prepared.
The heavy tip of Hyunjin’s boot slammed right into him, the give causing immediate, searing pain to shoot up his legs and in the center of his pussy. Jisung started sobbing right away, moving to cover his bruised and sore vagina with his hands, but Minho dropped down to his knees and pushed them away. He cursed in a panic, looking at Jisung’s bloody labia.
“Shhh, shh, it’s okay, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, here, I’ll make it better,” Minho begged, before smashing his face to the floor so he could reach deep enough to start licking the blood from Jisung’s pussy. Repetitive, gentle laps right in the center of him, which did nothing to soothe the pain but were still tender nonetheless. Minho licked up all his blood while Jisung just sobbed and sobbed.
“Jisung, can you cum like this?” Minho said, lifting his head from underneath Jisung’s skirt and revealing his blood stained lips and chin.
Jisung nodded fiercely, unable to stop his crying but still trying with forceful, hiccuping gasps that seized his chest. Salty, hot tears and snot all over his red face. What a fucking mess. He needed to cum so badly and wash all of this away that he thought he might die and go to hell.
Minho jerked his head at Hyunjin angrily. “Make him feel better you dumb fuck. Kiss him.”
Hyunjin felt guilty but he whined. Jisung’s face was all covered in slobber and snot and dried cum, it was nasty. “I don’t wanna.”
“I don’t give a fuck, do it!” Minho hissed before lifting Jisung’s legs and diving back into his pussy, slurping up the whole mix of his juices and licking desperately over his pubic hair, feeling rabid. He didn’t get to fuck him - YET, yet - but this, Jisung’s sour taste and his warm slippery folds and his hard little clit, was good enough. That he was tenderly healing Jisung’s wound, sealing over his warm sensitive flesh with his kisses, was beyond good enough.
Hyunjin sighed and dropped to his knees, laying his hand over Jisung’s sticky cheek and pulling him close to him. Jisung was still blubbering, his cries sounding so pathetic, but Hyunjin just focused on his lips and breathed through his nose before leaning down and kissing him.
Between Hyunjin’s breath in his face, his prodding tongue awkwardly hanging in his mouth, and Minho clumsily eating him out with his nose bumping into Jisung’s pubic hair, he felt thoroughly fucked out. He could hardly focus or even stay awake, just lying there on the ground, his cries dying down to sniffles eventually. Hyunjin collected the forgotten watermelon gum from the inside of Jisung’s cheek and scooped it out with his tongue, smacking on it happily when he pulled away. He stroked Jisung’s sludgey cheek, making the boy’s eyes flutter closed. “Are you almost done Minho?” Hyunjin said impatiently.
Minho nodded but refused to come up from Jisung’s pussy. He didn’t want to put his fingers inside him, fearing he might make him bleed again, but his jaw was starting to hurt. “I don’t know if I can do it. I think we broke him.”
“Then just cum on him and let’s go.”
Minho nodded, getting up from lying on his belly and kneeling with his cock in his fist. He started fucking himself rapidly, squeezing and rough, digging the heel of his hand into his cockhead and shuddering. “Fuck, fuck,” he moaned before aiming his tip directly against Jisung’s labia, just barely dipping into the warmth of him and watching his semen pool there. When he pulled away, a long sticky string of cum connected his cockhead to Jisung’s pussy and he laughed with delight.
“Fuck, Jisung, fuck fuck fuck, you’re so beautiful, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Minho said, talking a bunch of nonsense because he had just came and he felt on top of the world. But Jisung loved it anyway. He sighed and smiled, letting his legs fall apart naturally and relaxing, a sprawl on the ground. He felt very tired and warm now. He just wanted to sleep.
“We’re gonna go to the corner store now okay? I’ll bring you some snacks and water. And some smokes. We’ll be right back Jisung, okay? I promise.” Jisung could hardly hear Minho speaking but he knew it would be okay. He just nodded and closed his eyes.
Hyunjin looked between the passed out boy on the ground and the anxious Minho beside him, and just chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Come on then, let’s go,” he said, starting to stroll away, a loud pop of watermelon-flavored gum echoing in the tunnel.