young, dumb, hung

bad decisions & daddy issues. gay smut sideblog. possibly triggering. writer is 21+.

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Rod couldn’t help looking over at him every so often, he just looked so damn cute curled up like that on the seat. “Alright,” he said with a nod as he turned the wheel the direction he’d pointed. 

“I didn’t,” he admitted. “Turned out I wasn’t so much attracted to women as men. And even a few years back, that was enough to basically lose a custody case.” He inhaled deeply and looked back over. “I miss him.”

Iggy didn’t know how to return a shoulder touch, to share that same feeling of comfort and support. “I’m sorry,” was all he said in turn. letting himself go quiet for another long moment. “I came out last year. August. Dad hasn’t willingly talk to me since. I’m sure he misses you too.” It felt strange to say that out loud, especially to a teacher. “Please don’t tell this to the guidance counselor. I hate her.”

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Damian sighed softly as he felt the fabric tear. He’d done it so many times to himself, ripping the tight fabric and bouncing on a dildo while he kept wearing them. And Jay had just known what to do. “Make sure they’re cute,” he said with a chuckle that almost instantly turned into a low moan as he felt Jay’s finger against his tight hole. “No, Sir. Not a virgin.” He almost wished he were so he could give it to Jason right now.

Equal parts relieved and regretting that he wouldn’t be Damian’s first, Jay let his digit push further through the tear, widening the hole to thumb width. “You can pick them out,” he reasoned, continuing to rub the clothed cock, ignoring his own to make sure his brother was pleased. “We can go to the mall tomorrow.”

He leaned in again, thumb pushing a little deeper, lips against the small of Dami’s back. “You want me to fuck you, baby? I know you’re hard, but I need to hear it.”

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Rod just nodded. He knew first-hand how difficult a divorce could be for everyone involved, especially the kids. “I wanted to, too,” he said, looking over at Iggy. “When I was younger. I tried to get out as soon as I could. I hated being in high school. I wanted to make it better.” He reached over and patted the boy’s shoulder in what he hoped was a reassuring way. “I’ll try to help with anything I can, I promise you.”

His first instinct was to recoil from the man’s touch, but he had nowhere further to press away. He closed his eyes instead, flashing Rod a smile. “Thanks,” he said quietly, bowing his chin, nose pressed against the sweater. “If you turn off here, it’s a shortcut. Just keep straight until the lights, go left, you’re there.” 

He sniffed, trying to keep comfortable. “Did you leave?” he asked, glancing over again. “Was it better?”

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“Thanks, Jay,” Damian said as he felt a flush in his cheeks. He was being so sweet now, and it made him want him even more. His hips rocked against his brother’s fingers, his cock leaking even more into the already damp fabric. “That feels so good,” he whined out.

The younger boy shuddered as he felt Jay’s thumb push against his hole. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” He was moaning again now, loving how the wetness felt against his smooth ass. “Just mine,” he replied. “I’ve just jerked in ‘em, nobody else has seen me like this,” he added honestly.

The urge to be mean was overwhelming, to demand and train and dominate. And he would, he knew he would. Damian obeyed him, even as his tasks were simple. Even the embarrassing ones. There was time for that. Later today. Tomorrow. Next time. He didn’t want to start something purely based on power play. He needed Damian to trust him first.

“Yeah, I think these are gonna rip,” he mused, thumbing at it to pick at the tear, to make it wider, just enough to press his fingertip through. “I’ll buy you new ones.” His thumb pressed against Damian’s hole again, this time skin on skin. He leaned back slightly, keeping his thumb against his brother’s entrance. “You’re not a virgin, right? You said you ‘had friends’?”

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“Yeah,” Rod said with a nod. Of course, there was no way one of his sweatshirts would have fit the smaller boy. “He lives with his mother, he’s a sophomore.” He nodded a little as though answering a question that hadn’t been asked.

He was glad to think about something else, glancing over at Iggy when he spoke. If it made any sense, he even looked cuter in the hoodie, like he could just snuggle up with him right then. “I get that. There are nights I don’t want to go home, too.” He should probably tell him not to lie to his parents, but he was very close to forgetting that he was supposed to be the teacher.

Iggy went quiet, nodding along to what Rod said to him, watching the road disappear beneath them. He thought about reaching out to turn on the radio, to cover up his thinking, but realized how rude that would be. “My parents split up over Christmas break,” he said, not sure if it was appropriate, but it was all he could think of. “We’re still trying to figure it out. I’m still trying.”

He managed another small smile, an awkward laugh as he realized he shouldn’t be saying this. “I just want to leave. Graduate. Move away, anywhere. That’s looking less possible now. I’m failing two classes. Can’t drive. Can’t save money.” He bowed his head, another chuckle. “Sorry. That’s not what you’re helping me with.”

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Damian hadn’t even noticed him coming in until he sat down. His eyes turned to look his brother over again, licking his lips at the gorgeous sight. Then he yelped as he felt the hand against his ass. “Oh yeah, that’ll definitely work,” he said with a light chuckle. “We can use that one.”

The next time the hand came down, he let out a moan, actually expecting it this time. “You really like ‘em?” he asked. He was always worried people would think he was a freak, but they just turned him on so much. “I have like twenty,” he said honestly. “And these are already cumstained. I have to buy new ones every couple months when they get torn or the fabric gets too stretched.” They weren’t made for adults, after all.

“I mean...” Jason let out a low laugh. Anybody else and he might not’ve been this keen, but he’d never given it much thought. “You look hot.” He continued to calm his brother’s cock, keeping a firm hold of the underside as he leaned in, lips grazing over the luscious curve of Dami’s ass, nose running down the stretch over his crack, down to where his hole would be. He stuck his tongue out to run against the fabric, giving Damian’s cock a squeeze. 

“I think there’s a hole,” he murmured, pulling back, a barely noticeable stretch in the crosshatch of fabric. “You might need to toss these ones.” His thumb brushed against the small tear, pressing it between Dami’s plump cheeks. “You come to my home and can’t even wear intact undies?” His tongue ran back out, lapping at the slight crease, dampening the undies. “Whose cum? Just yours?”

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Roderick reached into the back seat when he climbed in and grabbed a sweatshirt that had been left back there. “Here, this should fit you. You’re about his size,” he said, handing it to him.

There wasn’t much in the vehicle, just a couple blankets, a pair of sneakers, a map or two. But he definitely tried to keep it decent. “I invited you, remember?” he said with a laugh. “Are you sure I’m not ruining yours?”

Iggy took the sweater without question, only when it was in his hands did he question the origins. Out of strange instinct, he brought it up and smelled it, trying to pass it off as slipping it on. He was right, pretty solid fit. “D’you have a son?” he asked, looking over, not wanting to ask the question but the curiosity too much.

Even with the sweater to warm up, he kicked off his shoes, pulling his feet up onto the seat to hug his legs over his chest, head tipped at an angle as he watched Roderick drive. “Yeah, positive. Told my mom I took a shift at work tonight. Don’t really want to go home and don’t really have anywhere else to go.”

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Damian moaned softly against the warm kiss from his older brother, his tongue tasting Jason’s tongue and lips and mouth. This was what a brother should be like, he thought. Or something close. “Sure,” he agreed with a chuckle.

He moved quickly into the bedroom, sliding his briefs down just a little so they were just barely at the edge of his ass. Then he climbed up onto the bed and got on his hands and knees, arching his back so that his ass was sticking up and out in the direction of the door. “Ready, big bro,” he called out without looking back.

Jay followed like a trail of breadcrumbs, trying to commit the sight of his brother waiting for him to memory. He took advantage of Damian not looking back to walk in silently, to act aloof, setting the drinks down on the crowded nightstand next to his bed, close enough to reach, sitting down at the edge of the mattress, closest to Damian’s head. 

He reached over, giving a quick smack of the cheek, soft and loving. “We need a safeword,” he stated simply, starting to get up again. “I’m thinking father.” He chuckled, his fingers dragging down Damian’s side as he crossed back down. “Nothing’ll kill the mood faster, right?”

When he reached Dami’s backside again, he hopped up onto the bed, on his knees, giving another finger smack with the back of his hand over the fabric of the tight-fitting undies. “This is so fucking sexy,” he said in a low voice, allowing his hand to run down Dami’s backside, flipping palm up to cup his bulge and balls, giving a squeeze. “How many pairs like this do you own? They all cumstained like these’ll be?”

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“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Rod said with a little bit of a laugh. “Aren’t you cold?” He walked over to the passenger side of the car and held the door open for Iggy before he realized what he’d done. If he kept telling himself he hadn’t just asked a student out on a date (again), maybe it would become true.

Walking around to the other side, he hopped into the driver’s seat and started the car. “I’m pretty sure I know where it is, but let me know if I start going the wrong way or something, alright?”

Iggy froze at the door, glancing over at his teacher with a crooked smile. “Freezing,” he admitted, but slipped into the car, grabbing his phone from his pocket before sitting down, scrolling through texts and snapchat before pulling on his belt. 

“Yeah, for sure,” he said, not looking up, trying very hard to not start looking around at every inch of the car. Snooping was second nature. “It’s just off Elm,” he said, setting his phone into his lap, lips pursing, biting back a thought. He rested his arm against the door and his head against the window, forcing a little smile. “You’re sure I’m not ruining your night, right?”

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Damian moaned loudly at every word of encouragement, wanting to make the man before him feel as good as he possibly could. He breathed carefully through his nose to make sure he didn’t choke, wanting to stay there with his brother’s cock lodged in his throat as long as possible.

He pulled off, gasping for breath as some spit dribbled from his lips. He licked it and the precum up hungrily and looked back up at his brother. “Thank you, big bro,” he said, still keeping his hands behind his back. Big bro was much better than daddy.

He stood quickly and took a few steps toward the room before shaking his head. “Not yet, no. But a Gatorade would be good, Sir.”

Jay moved toward the fridge, but stopped mid-step, rather than reaching for the door he went for Damian’s shoulder, tugging him back and in for a kiss. The first was long, loving, more kindness than he’d shown to his last ten fucks combined. Following that were several shorter ones, sighing between each as he took that half step back.

“Go,” he said, waving a dismissive hand, half-turning away again. “Remind me to get you wasted next time you come over to play,” he called out with a laugh, finally opening the fridge. He grabbed himself a water bottle, Damian a Gatorade (blue), and hip-checked the fridge closed. Then he padded down the hall after his baby brother. “You ready and waiting, baby?” he called out, stepping into the frame, looking over his prize.

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“Sure, that works,” Roderick said with a quick nod. He led Iggy toward the teachers’ parking lot. “Don’t worry, we can just ride together and I’ll bring you back after. Does that sound good?” The man was slowly realizing what he was really after as he looked at Iggy. He hadn’t even meant anything inappropriate by asking the boy out, but he knew himself well enough to know what he was really wanting.

Iggy knew better than to follow. He knew the rumours. He never believed them. But he followed anyway, driven more by morbid curiosity than any real desire to study. The free drink was the real promise here. “Yeah, that’s fine,” trying to sound chill. As he stepped outside, he wished he’d stopped by his locker to grab his sweater, trailing a few steps behind Roderick, arms crossed, looking over his shoulder to see if anybody else was lurking. “I hope you know I’m going to buy the most expensive drink on the menu.”

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Damian needed this to be as perfect as possible. If he didn’t do well, he wasn’t sure whether Jason would want to do it more, and he was definitely going to want it some more. Their dad would be so happy his sons were hanging out. He moaned an appreciative sound as best he could while he kept pushing further.

The younger boy whined as he felt the cock slip from his mouth, worried that he’d done something wrong. He licked his lips, tasting the precum and swallowing every drop. “Yessir,” he said quickly. “You taste so good, daddy.” He immediately regretted that last word and made a mental note to try and think of something better considering the circumstances.

He took a deep breath and opened his lips wide, slowly lowering his head down once again onto the thick cock. As he breathed carefully through his nose, he could feel it stretching his throat open and sliding down practically with ease. He was doing it! He moaned again as he felt the older boy’s pubes brushing against his nose and held himself there with the whole thing down his throat.

Daddy? Two birds, one stone apparently. Jason nearly finished right then and there, brows raising at Dami’s word choice, letting out a sharp exhale and gripping a little tighter to his hair. “Fuck,” he breathed, hoping he didn’t jerk too hard. He was starting to have an out of body experience, dissociating from this strange wash of pleasure.

“Just like that,” he said, hand scooping the back of his brother’s head, applying a gentle bit of pressure to keep Damian in place until he sensed any signs of struggle, at which point he’d pull it away quickly, but his hips were rooted in place, all of his weight pressed into one leg to hold himself right where Dami needed him. ”You’re doing so good. You got it all.”

But was he really surprised? He looked so comfortable down there. “You did good, babe. You can get off now.” His tongue traced over his lips, keeping his composure as best he could. “We can go to my room. Get on all fours on my bed, Batman on, ass up ready. You old enough to drink? You want a beer? Milk? Gatorade? You might need it.”

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Roderick’s eyes lingered far too long on his student’s firm ass that was practically on display as the boy walked away from him. He caught himself after a few moments and moved quickly to catch up to Iggy. He turned out the lights and locked the classroom door, following the boy down the hall.

“People always get the wrong idea, anyway,” Roderick said with a shrug. He’d been the victim of plenty of rumors at the school, but none had panned out (despite the fact that several had been true). “I’m not worried if you’re not, but we can head somewhere a little further away if you’d rather.”

The last thing Iggy needed was a reputation. He stopped to wait for Mr. Jameson, flashing him a small, over the shoulder, smile. “There’s a place downtown,” he said, wondering why he was suggesting any of this. He could just go home and resign himself to abject failure. “It’s quiet and out of the way. But it’s twenty minutes away and I don’t have a car.”

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The boy found himself rocking his hips in an attempt to deal with his level of arousal, but found no success at all. He was in such dire need of release, but he was going to have to wait his turn. Damian’s lips opened wider as his brother’s length pushed further into his mouth, only gagging slightly at its thickness. He moaned around his cock, sending vibrations up the length.

When Jason started to pull back, Damian’s head followed, trying to keep as much of the dick as he could. Taking the hint, he started lowering himself even further. He could feel his throat opening up as he pushed down, straining to keep from choking. He coughed once, but kept pushing through it, stubbornly determined to take the whole thing despite never having sucked a cock this big before.

Once he felt the resistance, Jason stopped trying to push in deeper, letting Dami take control of his destiny. He took it like a champ, the eagerness clear. “Good boy, baby,” he said, brushing back some fair fondly. “Fuck, you’re good at this.” He wasn’t going to last long at all at this rate, fairly confident neither of them would.

He brought a foot up, nudging it against Damian’s clothed cock, trying to help but not wanting to make it easy. “Tell you what,” he said, pulling back and thoroughly impressed with how far Damian got before shutting him off at the pass. “You fit all this in your mouth and we can go back to my room.” The smile staying up, he tilted his head. At least on his bed Damian could rut up against his sheets to keep himself entertained. “Deep breath, don’t clench.”

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“How about a coffee shop?” the man offered in suggestion. “I’ll even buy you a drink, maybe the caffeine will help a little.” He picked up his bag and walked over to Iggy, standing right next to him. “What do you think? Maybe it would be easier to concentrate there. I can’t focus somewhere with no noise, so having people around helps.” And he certainly could use the caffeine himself, too.

That sounded like a bad idea. Iggy pulled his phone out, checking the time. Late enough that somebody would question where he was, but not late enough that they’d actually care. “Yeah,” he said quietly, feeling dwarfed by the man next to him, standing so close. “Sure, if you think it might help.” He angled his phone away, slipping past Rod, jeans too tight and his shirt riding high on his back, sending his mom a text to tell her he’d be home late. 

“There’s a place up the road that’s good,” he said, pressing his phone to his stomach and looking back up over his shoulder. “But there’s usually kids from school there. I don’t mind, but...” He bite his lip as he smiled. “Somebody’ll get the wrong idea.”

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Damian’s eyes were locked on Jason’s thick cock that was trapped beneath the fabric, practically drooling as he stared. He didn’t dare move, afraid that the moment would be gone if he did. His tongue flicked out and slid along his lips as he watched the sweats fall to the floor, Jason’s underwear stretched out by his length. “Fuck, Jay,” he sighed without even meaning to.

His mouth was open as soon as the fabric fell to the floor and he had to keep himself from immediately taking it into his mouth. This was Jason’s show for the time being. He needed little encouragement from his brother, turning so that the big cock was against his lips and slid his tongue along the shaft. It was harder with his hands behind his back, but it was definitely worth the challenge.

He opened his lips wide and took the leaking cockhead between them, sucking on the tip and swirling his warm tongue just under Jason’s ridge. A low moan vibrated in his throat as he tasted his older brother’s cock in his mouth. He knew already that he would always need more.

“Good boy,” Jay said again, carefully maneuvering his feet to tug off his fallen clothing, using Dami to balance himself. His knees had gone weak, tongue running over his lips. It was going to be impossible to drag this out how he wanted to, already wanting to drag Damian back to his room and fuck him until neither of them could move. He was usually good at postponing urgency for patience, but this was unlike anything he’d done before.

His hips rocked in, slowly, sure that a mouth that nice could handle him. “C’mon,” he hummed, starting to pull teasingly back out. “I’ve got no shortage of sluts who could take care of this for me. But none of them get me this hard.” Cracking a grin down at his feet, Jason curled a finger into his brother’s hair. “Show me what you can do. Don’t make me regret this.”