THE UNIQUE MOUSE CH. 02

Author: Edey
Darien stood in front of a mirror in his family bathroom staring at his naked body. He looked at his large nipples with furrowed eyebrows. His whole teen years he suffered because of those two body parts - changing clothes in toilets, being careful so nobody would notice. He even wore very tight undershirts to flatten his sticking out, perky nubs. He suffered from being too hot in summer, but he preferred that over being ridiculed by his classmates, especially being the new kid in their school. He transferred here his senior year, after his father settled his problems with company debts.
The boy sighed, got dressed and left the bathroom. He went back to his room to grab his backpack, and ran down the stairs.
"Mum! I'm going to school!" he shouted.
"Okay, honey, but there may be a downpour, the weather forecast..." He heard her muffled voice coming from the kitchen.
"It's okay mam, I'll be in school before the rain."
And just like that, he went outside, heading toward the school.
He usually walked 20-minutes there, through a quiet residential neighborhood. But today some 5 minutes into the walk, he realized that as usual, his mother was right. He heard some characteristic sound, and the rain shower began to fall on his head. And it was very intense right away! Big raindrops almost attacked him, small puddles began to form everywhere in a matter of one minute. Darien swore, and tried to squeeze his lean body under some small tree with very few leafs. He became frustrated, feeling his T-shirt already becoming wet and sticking to his skin.
Then suddenly the red sports car stopped five feet from him. Darien's glasses were so wet, so he couldn't see clearly, but before he could clean them, he heard a familiar voice:
"Darien, come on in! The weathers not gonna get better before classes start!"
It was Keegan for sure, and he was probably right.
Darien tightened his lips realizing what his situation was. No... not Keegan - he thought to himself. Not after what they did together only yesterday... It wasn't good to meet this boy again. To be in the car - alone with this weird, yet crazy hot dude...
But the rain was bothering him, so he made his decision in a matter of seconds. He circled the car's hood and jumped inside.
He was met with the pair of green eyes, looking at him through dark eyelashes and lips smiling at him. Full, perfect lips! Yep, Keegan was still as handsome as he was yesterday. Maybe even more. He looked a bit like young Keanu Reeves, but with Mohawk hair cut.
"Hello, Darien, you look so... wet." His eyes wandered on Darien's chest and the boy noticed with some horror that his nipples were sticking out like crazy, cold and rigid.
He quickly covered his chest, hating the rain.
"Stop staring, dude. It's not cool," he murmured, but weirdly... he didn't feel that bad with Keegan's attention. Shockingly, he even... felt it in his dick - a small wave of warm blood.
"It's a positive stare, it's my admiration!" Keegan muttered, and Darien cheeks turned pink.
"It's weird, and you know it." The smaller boy insisted.
Keegan shrugged. "I don't care. Can I touch them? Just a brush, nothing more."
"Are you crazy? We are on the street! There are houses..."
"The rain is so intense, like a water wall around, nobody is interested in what we are doing here."
Darien went silent. He really had no strength to protest because the truth is... he did want Keegan to touch him. He almost had trouble breathing, just by thinking about his classmate's hands rubbing on his hard nipples.
He let his hands drop. Keegan's hungry eyes fixed on two hard nubs obscenely sticking under Darien wet T-shirt. He slowly raised his hand and brushed one of them, and bright stars flashed before Darien's eyes. The loud gasp broke from his lips.
"Fuck, Darien, you are so sexy, you don't even know how... Love your moans."
Darien turned his head toward the window, not to look at Keegan's face, as he was as red as a beet. Keagan's fingers were gently squeezing his nubs, massaging the tips, rolling them ever so slightly.
It was so unbelievably intense, that second long moan escaped Darien's lips, his head tilted back. Keegan's breath was more shaky and husky now, he was also getting off, seeing Darien's evident arousal.
Darien's dick protruded in his shorts, fully hard and throbbing as hell, begging for attention.
But Keegan didn't stop - the heavenly torture continued, and soon Darien didn't care where he was, with whom, and what was around.
He fisted his hands, tilted his head back, and gave himself to the immense pleasure. Keegan's fingers were tirelessly caressing his crazy oversensitive nubs, fondling it, stretching.
"Please..." Darien pleaded, but he really didn't know what he was begging for.
"Come to the back seat, there are tinted windows back there." The bigger boy took the initiative.
And Keegan didn't have to repeat himself. Darien was in the back seat in five second - laying flat, and - shamelessly, he right away pulled his T-shirt and undershirt all the way up, rolling them under his chin, willingly surrendering his erected nipples to Keegan's total control.
Keegan's pupils were now large and dark, his breath fast and shallow. He was also very aroused as his shorts tented obscenely. He as well moved to the back seat, taking place between Darien's thighs. Then he took the smaller boy's legs and put them over his own thigh, like he was about to have anal sex with Darien, but instead, he simply leaned over Darien's wanting and aching body. Leaning down he started to really take care of his hard as steel nipples, sucking on them, lightly nibbling, rolling, pulling, stretching. Darien was grunting and groaning in an almost animalistic wild way, his body quivering, waves of pleasure drowning him, blocking his breath, almost choking him...
Too much. Too good. God! Too good, crazy good...
It was rising like a tide, something was tautening his body, and now he felt like a string ready to snap.
And then it came.
Very much unexpected. Powerful, unstoppable, crazy jolt of orgasmic spasm. Rolling his body, jerking it, straining... It was crazy, he could not grasp it. How was it even possible?
His body was still trembling, as he tried to understand what just happened.
He felt a familiar wetness in his underwear. "Fuck...!"
"What?" Keegan mumbled, his eyes were glazed, unfocused, almost unseeing. His cheeks were as red as Darien's. He was fully immersed in earnest latching on Darien's nipple and didn't realize what happened.
"I just came in my pants. Untouched..."
Keegan looked down, there already could be seen a wet spot on Darien's shorts. His eyes widened. "Wow, you are truly a miracle, Darien... I thought only women can come from nipple's stimulation?" He muttered in honest amazement.
"I know, right? I'm a mess now, fuck! All wet and now this..."
Keegan looked almost guilty and Darien pursed his lips, holding his laugh. "It's not your fault, I mean... the rain part." He winked.
Keegan cleared his throat. "Listen, I have an idea. I will take you home, you can change quickly in dry clothes, and I will drive us to the school together. How does that sound?"
Darien pulled his cell phone. "Fuck, we have only ten minutes! Or we'll be late to school!"
Keegan grimaced with vague disappointment. He sighed. "Well, looks like we should hurry then."
Darien hesitated, looking at the bigger boy's bulge, aching in his pants. "Listen, sorry that you couldn't..."
But Keegan halted him with his raised hand. "No, don't be sorry, it was me who asked. I'll probably develop a case of blue balls, but it's not that important. Come, sit already in front, we need to get going."
"Okay. Thanks, man."
Keegan made a U-turn, and they drove over to Darien's house, which was only a quick two-minute drive.
"Ok, go, I'll wait!" He assured Darien.
So, in pouring rain, Darien stormed out of the car and sprinted back to his house.
"God, Darien! What's happened? Why are you back?" His mother showed up on the doorstep. He ran by her in a risky evasive maneuver, as she was almost blocking the entrance. He didn't want her to watch him too closely.
"Nothing to worry about! I just need to change, my classmate, Keegan, is going to take me to school, as he was driving by and saw me soaked in rain water."
"I told you about the weather, honey..."
"Okay, okay!"
It took him about 3 minutes to clean himself of his jizz and change into a new set of clothes. He dashed out from the house as quickly as he could, glad his mum was already back in the kitchen.
He took the small folding umbrella to protect himself from the rain on the way out. Furthermore, he returned to the car. Keegan was observing him attentively.
"Hey, do you wear some... undershirts or something? You kinda flattened your chest to the point that your nipples are not visible at all..." Keegan asked as soon as Darien was inside the car again.
Darien blushed a bit. "Yep, I... " He swallowed. "It's my insecurity. I was always ashamed of how big they are."
Keegan snorted angrily. "What the fuck, they are perfect, mouthwatering to say at least!"
Darien rolled his eyes a bit. "Keegan, I am sure you understand that they are not a typical guy's nipples. And to be different in high school it means to be ridiculed. I never wanted that. It's enough that I'm so small."
Keegan looked annoyed. "I'm sorry to hear that, that you felt that way, and you were feeling bad. Maybe I'm weird, but they are turning me on like crazy. For me, they are perfect. And so, what if you are small? You are cute. That's how I see it."
Darien darted him a short glance. "Well, there is a reason why most people consider a man handsome only if he is tall. If he is short, he can be pretty at best. And it's not very manly. No girl would prefer a small guy over a tall guy."
Keegan sighed. "Maybe you are right. But are you straight? Do you care for girls?"
"I thought I was. But since yesterday, I may consider myself bi-curious at least..." he giggled.
"Same here." Keegan winked.
Darien hesitated. "Are you... not concerned? Even a bit? It's... really weird, I've never heard about anything similar," he asked in a shy voice.
Keegan eyed him. "I don't like to think too much about... my weirdness. It's just how I am. It's pointless to **** yourself up for something like this. Besides, we're only eighteen. We still have time to figure it out if we're gay or straight."
The car stopped at the school's parking lot.
Luckily, there was nobody outside, the rainy weather successfully scared the students to get inside quickly.
"Keegan, I will go first, okay? I'm uncertain if it would be wise if we marched to the classroom together. It's 8:03. Everybody's there already."
Keegan glanced at him, his face almost impassive. He shrugged. "Whatever you want," he said tersely.
Darien hesitated for a second. What else could he say? They were not in a relationship, not even close. They were not even fuck-buddies. Since technically, they didn't fuck. So, there were really no ground rules for their interactions.
"Okay, bye. See you around," he muttered, and he got out of the car.
He entered the classroom at 8:05, and while he was being scolded by the teacher, Keegan also went inside, passing him by.
"Sorry, car trouble," he muttered, adding nothing more, and marched toward his seat. The teacher blinked but didn't press on the topic. Darien raised his eyebrows.
She probably also thought Keegan was kinda hot. Darien could see it in her eyes. Was she drooling inside just by looking at Keegan's ass as he walked to his desk? Darien narrowed his eyes, not even knowing why. She was so annoying!
As the lessons went on, Darien could not stop himself.
He started to dart short, discreet glances to Keegan, and had an intense flashback of the moment as he laid flat on the back seat and his fucking nipples were in heaven, thanks to Keegan sensual mouth. Just by thinking, he felt his dick hardening again, and he clenched his jaws in frustration.
What the fuck that was?
This stud could not simply be interested in him beside his weird fixation on the nipples. Darien was an object of the bigger boy's peculiar fascination, but he should not forget who he was. But... definitely Darien should not overlook Keegan's considerate behavior, when he came up with the idea to come back to Darien's house for him to change out of his wet clothes. It was nice, but it was nothing. Probably? He was just a polite person, right? He would most likely propose it to any poor soul with a big cum spot on their shorts.
Darien forced himself to focus on the teacher's voice, but it wasn't an easy task.
The next few hours went more or less in the same way, but then it was lunch break.
Darien headed there in the company of two classmates - Donna and Maria, they were both shy, overweight girls that rarely took an active part in the class social life.
As they strode over one of the tables carrying their trays, Darien noticed Keegan. The handsome boy was in a line talking to his best friend, Jordan, another one of 'the neutral' kids in their class, who never bullied Darien. At least Keegan wasn't hanging around with those stupid bullies.
But the bullies were also here, just one spot ahead of Keegan and Jordan.
Adam Donell, Declan Nash and Nathan Glenn were just loading their trays, and arguing with Miss Darby about receiving only one carrot cupcake. Obnoxious as always. Darien received two cupcakes because Miss Jensen liked him a lot, and she used to say that he needs to eat to grow more.
As soon as they had their trays full, they looked around and Darien quickly dropped his head down, not to provoke them, not to be seen. Disappeared.
But as always this was a futile attempt at what seemed inevitable.
"Oh, no," Donna murmured. "Those assholes are coming here again. I really hate them..."
Both girls pretended to study the contents of their trays very attentively. They never helped him, as they were afraid for themselves, to become targets of those jerks.
Darien could already feel the nervous jolt in his body and an adrenaline rush, he fisted his hands, his knuckles turned white. He didn't notice that Donna took her cell phone and tilted it in his way...
"Well, well, well, and what do we have here? Miss Darby's favorite Mouse! With a full granary, as my eyes can clearly see. But instead of grains, the little rodent has an extra cupcake, so unfair. I think I will free you from this burden, you don't need the extra carbs anyway, little Mouse, do you?"
Darien snorted. "Are you a *****, Donell? Can't fight your sweets cravings? Good thing you spend so much time in the gym, or you would already be fat as hell." He could not stop himself. He never could, and it got him in trouble one too many times.
The next second he could feel a heavy hand on his neck pulling him down with such a strength that he could not possibly resist, having his small frame. Half of a second and his nose would be pressed into the cupcake's cream, but... suddenly the pressure was released.
He heard some turmoil behind him and next moment he could see Adams flying between tables and flopping to the ground on his ass.
In a second there was a ruckus all around, everybody was standing up, calling something, some girls were whimpering, some guys were swearing, cell phones were ready to record.
"What the fuck, Byrne?!" Declan was ready to protect his friend, who meanwhile got on his feet and charged at Keegan, but it was a split of a second... Keegan used just one, very efficient, classical Muay Thai front kick, targeting Adam's solar plexus.
The bully flew back, falling flat on the floor, some trays fell on his head.
Both of his buddies jumped back, not wanting to fight Keegan, as he could obviously execute such a powerful blow with only one move.
Darien was looking at his unexpected (Really? Or maybe he was quietly expecting that, after all?) protector in amazement. And Keegan presented himself as a mighty warrior! He heard once that somebody called him "The bull", and there was some truth to that. He was so powerful and so... manly looking. Darien even caught curious glances directed at Keegan from some of the girls in the cafeteria. Uhhh! Darien swore under his breath. What was wrong with him?
"What's going on here?!" The voice of Mr. Jones was barely audible in a rowdy school cafeteria. Mr. Jones was a math teacher, and he knew all the boys involved.
Darien sprang to his feet. "Adam Donnell attacked me and Keegan Byrne helped to fight him off!" He could see the faces of Declan and Nathan.
They seemed to silently scream: "Snitch!"
Mr Jones furrowed his eyebrows. "All three of you, principal's office! Now!"
Donell was on his feet already, his face winced with anger. He looked at Darien with narrowed eyes - and curiously - didn't look at Keegan at all!
None of the boys said anything. They silently followed Mr. Jones through the school's corridors. Darien walked side by side with Keegan, and even one time he caught his glance, but he could read the other boy's face.
They waited before the principal's office for about a minute, as only Mr. Jones went in.
After that Ms. Feldon, the secretary, called them in as well.
The principal, Mr. Roland, was sitting in a big comfortable chair and as soon as he saw them, his eyes narrowed. He was a big man, a former and semi-successful football player. Quite the jerk... as far as Darien was concerned.
"Well, boys, boys, boys. I had a hard day and now this? What happened? Are you messing up again?" His voice was deep, yet clearly annoyed. "Donell, let's start with you."
"Why with him? I was attacked first!" Darien just could not stop himself.
"Shhh. Donell, go on."
Adam Donell went ahead and sat on the chair, just in front of the principal. He sighed.
"I was just politely protesting the unfair dealings of Ms. Darby in distributing the cupcakes! Present here Darien Anderson, who was granted an extra cupcake, started the name-calling, saying I was a ***** and will likely become fat, if not for my gym workouts. After that, I was brutally attacked from behind by his fanatically loyal protector, thrown on the floor, met with laughs and humiliation. But he was far from over, when I barely managed to stand up, he charged me like a crazy bull, ready to kill, he kicked me in my stomach, I really felt like my liver was on the brink of splitting and bleeding to death..."
"Stop it, you motherfucker!!!" Darien almost jumped in the air. "You lying scumbag..."
"MISTER ANDERSON!!! You forget yourself! Watch your dirty mouth here!" Principal Roland got up pointing his finger in Darien's direction. He was furious.
"I told you, principal Roland!" Donell was whining. "I told you! He is aggressive, offensive and vulgar, don't let his small posture fool you, that one had a bad mouth, he starts name-calling with no reason at all, I'm just telling you what happened as a fact and look for yourself, he went ballistic!"
Keegan grunted. "Excuse me, principal Roland. There are security cameras inside the school cafeteria. It would be easy to check who really started the fight and who charged whom. The testimony of Adam Donell may not be entirely accurate, believe me, as he has a long and well-known history of bullying Darien Anderson, and there are multiple witnesses of such behaviors." Keegan said it with his hands crossed over his chest, his voice calm and almost nonchalant.

Darien glanced at him, amazed that the boy could actually hold his nerves while listening to Donell's blatant lies.
"Thank you for your input, Byrne." The principal winced, as not exactly happy at what he heard. "But is it the truth that you kicked Adam Donell in his stomach?"
"Well, after he charged at me, yes. I was simply defending myself."
"So you admit to using your martial art skills against a person who has no such advantage?"
"Well, I could let him **** Darien and myself, it was also a valid scenario." Keegan's voice was now quite bitter.
"Don't get smart on me, Byrne, I'm warning you. And you? Anderson? In what manner were you attacked?"
"Donell held my neck, trying to push my head into the cream on the top of the cupcake... but Keegan stopped him before he succeeded with this... action."
"So no cupcake destroyed? No noses dirtied with cream? No necks broken? Seems to me that Donell had the worst fate as he is the only one really being attacked?"
Darien looked at Keegan. Keegan looked back, and slightly shrugged. The principal evidently had his favorite person in this room, and it wasn't any of them.
Roland smirked. "My decision is: one day of suspension for Byrne for inadequate use of force to his advantage. You used martial art skills in situations that there was no need for. Be happy if Byrne's parents will not press the matter further..."
Keegan snorted, and looked back, pursing his lips. But Darien was in no way ready to accept this decision. "How can you do that principle Roland? He has been bullying me for an entire year, and the only time one single person stood up in my defense, you are punishing him? That's cruel and unjust!"
Roland continued with the same tone of voice: "...and Byrne will be joined in his one-day suspension by Anderson, as his big mouth is really a big issue in this situation." He highlighted the word "big" with a bit of mocking grimace.
"You call it justice? He is a bully! He has been tormenting me this entire year, I'm telling you now, what are you planning on doing with that, principal?" Darien raised his voice a bit, and Roland's face became cold and tense.
"You are in high school not in preschool, Anderson! You have to learn how to deal with relationships within a group of males and build your position up. We are not here to pamper you because you are... what? ********* will be boys. Learn to stand up for yourself, not only accusing others for your misfortunes!"
Darien clenched his jaws. There was no point in discussing it here. He only wished somebody knew what a horrible viewpoint on bullying is held by the school principal. He shook his head, and said nothing more. But he glanced at Keegan and noticed that the boy had a kind of smirk on his face.
As they went out, Adam Donell quickly evacuated himself from their vicinity. They were left alone in the corridor.
Darien grabbed Keegan's arms. "I can't express how sorry I am, Keegan. It's my fault. If you would not protect me, nothing would happen."
He was surprised how soft and warm Keegan's face was now.
"Exactly. Nothing... would have happened, Darien. And the bullying would continue. You know how bad I felt all this year? When I saw their stupid jokes and pranks pull on you? I felt like shit, that I didn't put it to an end. And I should have. You know what they say, when you see people burning at the stake and you do nothing, it's almost the same as if you would yourself add wood to that fire. It's how guilty I felt. I'm actually relieved that I did that. I don't care about the suspension. I have all his bullshit on the phone!" He raised his hand and showed Darien his mobile. "And... look." He smiled, looking at the display. "Your friends and other people have already uploaded your discussion with Donell in the cafeteria, and our fight is now on the internet."
Darien was gawking at the screen in disbelief. He could see the whole situation as recorded by a couple of other kids. He blinked in amazement.
"Wow, that's... wow." It was all he could say. Then he raised his head and looked at Keegan. "That means a lot that you actually said that. And I want to thank you for kicking that jerk. I feel like a bad person, but when you kicked him, I was... delighted!" He winked. "I know I probably shouldn't but after this awful year and enduring his shit, I had enough. I couldn't feel sorry for him."
"Well, I promised you I will deal with that, Darien." Keegan lowered his voice. "And you gave me something I really wanted in return. So, it's a fair deal."
The silence that came after that was very... intense. Darien could feel his cheeks blushing.
"Well, I... It's safe to say, I'm on the receiving end of this deal as for now, all the pros and none of the cons..."
A short pause. "Darien..." Keegan said hoarsely. Darien could hear his raspy breath; his pupils were slightly dilated.
"Yes...?"
"Will you... let me drive you home today?" Keegan's voice was husky.
"With a stop in the middle of the way?" Darien asked, licking his lips.
"If you agree to that, then yes..."
"Okay." Darien felt stupid because the answer come so quickly - suspiciously and eagerly quickly! Fuck, he really was into this weird thing they had! "We probably should go; we are already late for math class."
"Yes, let's go!"
The rest of the classes went by in a haze for Darien. He had troubles with focusing on the teacher's words, his thoughts drifting toward the moment of that intense pleasure... He could hear his own screams and moans and the powerful force arching his back, making him come in his pants. He wanted to feel that again and again...
It was bad, really bad.
He really could not grasp how it was possible that if he tried to touch himself, it was nice, but far from that crazy delight that he felt under Keegan touch. He even tried to analyze the reason for that. Was it that he had an unhealthy relationship with his body? And Keegan... wanted him, praised his body, was aroused when he looked at his nipples. They were not ugly to him, but sexy. And his admiration did the healing, empowering magic? One thing was sure. Darien wanted to feel more of that.
Even more, he praised his dick! Darien always thought he had rather small or at least below medium size. But Keegan didn't mind, even though he had a much bigger dick himself, did not ridicule Darien or make him feel bad about himself. It was... nice. It made Darien's heart weirdly warm.
Darien glanced at the classmate and caught him doing the same. Keegan smiled. Small, soft smile. Darien could feel his heart pounding, and he responded with a shy smile.
For some reason, this small exchange of smiles made him even more happy than this epic orgasm Keegan gave him in the morning. It lasted much longer.
Fifteen minutes before classes ended he received a message on his Messenger. It was from Keegan: "Hi, you still want to go with me?"
Darien quickly responded: "Yes, but I prefer not to get to your car in front of everyone."
"Ok. I can stay a bit longer in the classroom or bathroom, you'll go first, start walking home, as normal, and I will pick you up in about 5 minutes down the road. Be prepared to get inside quickly."
"Deal!"
Marching out of school Darien could feel nervous excitement. He walked with Donna and Maria, but they were going in the opposite direction, so they left him at the crossroads. Unluckily two of the other students went the same way, so Darien had to pretend he had some important call and ostentatiously stood on the curb of the sidewalk, acting very engaged in some talk, until the students left him and went their way.
Darien continued walking towards home.
Suddenly, he saw Adam Donell and Nathan Glenn, standing three hundred feet in front of him, in the middle of the sidewalk.
He froze.
What were they doing here? They both had cars! Well, they've been looking for him, for sure. He bit his lip, uncertain what to do, but then he heard the tires screeching.
Keegan pulled his car up beside him. "Come inside."
Darien didn't hesitate. He jumped inside the car and they drove off.
"Fuck, Adam Donell and one of his minions saw us!"
Keegan shrugged. "Don't worry about them. They probably think we want to talk about the videos from the cafeteria and our... strategy and whether we will press charges or not."
"It's sick that we are the ones who are being punished. That jerk started it. I didn't accost him."
"Well, the principal's football past surely makes him more sympathetic toward Donell, as he plays football too. But what can we do? We have a month until the end of the school year. And then we are out here for good."
Darien nodded, and sighed. "So, what are your plans afterward? What college did you choose?"
"UCLA, and I chose psychology as my major." Keegan responded.
"You really can't be serious!?"
"What? Do I not look like a shrink prospect?" The bigger boy winked.
"No, not that!... I also chose UCLA. And also, psychology major..."
There was an utter silence in the car.
The sudden realization came to Darien.
They would study together! Their friendship would not be cut short with the end of the high school year! They will meet again... Darien swallowed hard, feeling overwhelmed by the prospects of a possible future.
Keegan made quite a sharp turn left, and the car stopped between some metal storage buildings. There was nobody around.
Their eyes met.
"I'm overjoyed to hear that, Darien." Keegan's voice was almost a whisper. "I hope we will continue our... friendship..." he hesitated. "If I may call that as such."
Darien blinked and swallowed even harder.
"Make me come, Keegan. I really want it."
Keegan froze for a second, surprised by the sudden change of topic, but it wasn't really a change of topic. Darien realized that he felt so aroused, by the fact of future possibilities, that he just had to act on it. Keegan seemed to understand that. His face flushed pink in two seconds.
"Your wish is my command!" He almost jumped to the back of the car.
Darien followed, flipping on his back and quickly taking off his T-shirt and undershirt.
"Fuck, every time I see them, It's like a blast!" Keegan's voice was a little strangled, as he had troubles with breathing. "How is it possible that a small guy has such big areolas and large nubs sticking out like that! Over half an inch. It's a miracle of nature!"
Darien chuckled slightly, blushing like crazy. "Swear to me, you really like them!"
"I could fucking take a photo of them and place it as a wallpaper all over my room walls and... jerk off to it all day!"
Darien giggled. "I still can't believe you like them so much."
"Well, my dick doesn't lie." Keegan answered with his eyes crazy-fixed on Darien nipples, which were now erect and hard as small cylinders made of dark pink rock. "It's the most honest part of me."
"So kiss them, suck on them, torture them, made me come..." Darien pleaded.
And so, with that invitation Keegan attacked them with all kinds of intense stimulus, moaning and grunting himself, and Darien accompanied him with whimpers, and squealing and weird squeaking. His body again arched, his head jerking from side to side.
After a couple of minutes, when his nipples were a bit swollen and red, wet from Keegan intense oral stimulation.
"Please, please, Keegan, please suck me off..." he mumbled finally, clenching his fingers in Keegan's hair. The bigger boy lifted his head, his cheeks were also red. He raised one of his eyebrows in a Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson's style.
"Please, I'll give you a handy after that..." Darien was pleading incoherently.
"Okay, sounds good, at least no blue balls, that's a gain!" Keegan agreed.
He quickly pulled down Darien's pants, letting his small crazy hard dick spring free. "Fuck you are hard as a steel rod..." he muttered almost in amazement. "Bigger cocks are never that hard, as smaller ones."
"Please, I need to... Please!" Darien was almost gibbering as in an amok.
"Okay, I'm on it..." And Keegan swallowed Darien's stiff cock in one smooth move, deep into his throat, gagging a bit, but soon finding the right depth to work with.
The sounds Darien was making seemed almost animalistic, crazed. He thrust his hips up, trying to lodge himself deeper in Keegan's throat. Even in this position Keegan reached up for his nipples with both his hands, his fingers squeezed the rock-hard nubs. He started rolling them mercilessly, stretching them and just at thirty seconds of sucking, it happened.
Darien squeezed his eyes shut, and made a strange, strangled sort of cry. The pleasure was so intense, so perfect. He was panting, and his eyes rolled back. Finally, a warm stream of jizz hit the back of Keegan's throat, and he choked a bit, but endured it as he sucked Darien dry.
Darien was gasping so violently, trembling, that Keegan even murmured some sweet nothings into his ears, as "shhh" or "it's ok", gently stroking his shoulder. I took at least two minutes for Darien to come to his normal self, as he was dazing and breathing hard.
Finally, Darien blurted out: "How do you do it?" He let out a huff of exhausted amusement. "The orgasms are so great, so intense..."
Keegan chuckled. "I'm thrilled to hear that, but I don't know, it's only the second blowjob of my life. But I'm really enjoying it. You taste so good. Not bitter at all, almost sweet."
"Really? Doesn't it... disgust you even a little bit?"
Keegan snorted in impatience. "C'mon. Would I do that then? I'm not that unselfish. I find your dick gorgeous, well proportioned, much prettier than the veiny, meaty, angry red porn dicks."
Darien looked at him doubtfully, swallowing hard. "Wow, you really know how to sweet-talk a guy."
Keegan gave him a crooked smile. "Well if I can sweet-talk you into letting me fondle with your nipples from time to time, that's my win. But it's all true!"
Keegan gave the nipples in question a very appreciative look. Darien giggled.
"It's not a hardship for me, exactly, you surely know that? I never knew my ugly nipples could give me such a powerful blast..."
Keegan scowled. "Stop it! I mean it! No calling them the u-word in my presence! Okay? They are my beauties."
Darien blushed even more, feeling a weird warm wave inside him. But this time it wasn't arousal. This time... it was something different. He looked at Keegan's handsome face, with slightly pouted lips and understood that he took a liking to this boy. It wasn't smart. It had a catastrophe written all over it. He sighed, but then remembered something.
"I would like to keep my promise," he said with a grin, pointing in the direction of Keegan's crotch.
"Well, by my guest" Keegan smiled and sat back. Darien climbed up on his lap, straddling him and unzipped his jeans.
His classmate's cock was... intimidating, to say at least. Exactly like the "porn" dicks, red, massive and veiny, with a nice mushroom head. It was leaking pre-cum and already throbbing in Darien's grasp.
Darien bit his lips, the alien feeling of some other guy's dick in his hand was something entirely new to him. Testing the waters a bit, he slowly moved his hand up and down. Keegan's cut cock felt so warm in his hand, Darien leaned closer to spit on his hand and used the saliva to ease the friction.
Keegan put his both hands on Darien's nipples again, caressing them gently, pulling a bit, pinching softly.
Weirdly, Darien felt even more bold now, having that contact with Keegan, he had this peculiar feeling that whenever the other boy touched his nipples, he gained immense power over Keegan. It was like suddenly the bigger boy become the slave of the smaller boy's nipples, completely taken aback, eager to do whatever Darien asked him to do. Darien felt a sudden rush of power and satisfaction. In that short moment, Keegan belonged entirely to him, fixated on the smaller boy's erected nipples with such an intense fascination, that seemed almost mesmerized by the view. It gave Darien strange gratification, healing his insecurities.
"God, I love your nipples..." Keegan muttered.
Darien sighed in weird delight. He surely 'loved' to hear that; it was so addicting.
So, he started moving his hand faster, as Keegan groaned even louder, and his hips arched a bit.
"Faster..." He grated out, sounding breathless.
Darien granted him this wish, focusing on strong, and fast strokes with full hand grip, and he could feel tension building up in Keegan's body, so he reached to the side, grabbing a hoodie lying on the back seat and threw it on Keegan's chest. Thirty seconds later, the bigger boy became a human jizz volcano, shooting over the hoodie, and loudly gasping for air as his orgasm seemed endless.
"God!" he moaned.
Darien smirked, glad about the result of his action.
Keegan blinked and cleared his throat.
"Thank you, Darien, you're the best."
And then, suddenly, totally unexpected... The bigger boy leaned forward and kissed Darien in his mouth.
It was nothing more than just a warm peck, but it was, nonetheless, a real kiss in the mouth.
Darien froze and his eyes widened. Keegan also froze and looked shocked. He quickly averted his gaze and again cleared his throat.
"Sorry... " he muttered, removing his hand from Darien's nipples. "I wasn't thinking."
Darien swallowed hard and suddenly realized that the way he chooses to respond could change their relationship forever.
Again, he was granted the power over Keegan, beyond that of what the boy's fixation on Darien's nipples was giving him.
The Mouse had the power over The Bull? But should he use it? He hesitated.......