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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Character:
      Phillips, Hunter
  Additional Tags:
      Gay_Sex, Anal_Sex, PWP, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Werewolf_Sex,
      Smut, Gay, Canon_Gay_Character, Everyone_Is_Gay, Blow_Jobs, First_Time,
      High_School, Locker_Room, Sexual_Content, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Sexual
      Humor
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-16 Words: 2035
****** This Definitely Counts as Physical Activity ******
by SterekOTP
Summary
     Hunter, a huge nerd who is a total introvert, has been crushing on
     Phillips, a dangerously hot jock, for years. What happens when
     Phillips finally returns those feelings one fateful day in the gym
     locker room???
Uncomfortable. The only feeling Hunter has been experiencing ever since High
school started, especially in his pants. Or more specifically when he found out
Phillips was in his gym class. Yes, that’s right, gym. Meaning he would be in
the same room with a practically naked Phillips. He just can’t help obsessing
over the Brown Man, I mean who can't resist his nerdish charm?
Hunter can feel himself going down this path yet again, and this isn’t exactly
the best place for it, with his long-time crush less than 6 feet away. He just
can’t seem to shake himself out of it this time. His eyes wander over his
shoulder, across the room to His Dark Angel Face. He memorizes every curve of
His exquisite appearance. The thick dark, slightly bushy hair was entirely
untamed as usual, incapable of laying flat. Hunter’s hands twitched with the
desire to slide through the silky strands, to pull on them and hear the sounds
the Tall, Chesnut-colored Man would make. The way His eyes turns to pools of
honey when the sun reflects off of them in a certain way is just so alluring.
Or the way His nose is too big for his face and how Hunter just wants to run
the tip of his tongue down it. It’s as if the majestic brown skin is calling
his name, calling for his touch. Hunter’s hands become clammy and hot and his
mouth feels too dry just thinking about it.
He quickly SNAPS BACK TO REALITY when Phillips brown orbs find his. Phillips
twirls around, suddenly facing Hunter in all His brown glory, “I see the way
you look at me, you know,” his tone sounding almost accusatory, “You are so
painfully obvious about it too.” Hunter turns nervously to face his love, which
was a big mistake because His Sweet Prince suddenly has him cornered. His eyes
jet around the room to see if there are any witnesses, and with his luck of
course there isn’t. ‘Wow.’ he thinks, ‘This is it. This is how I die. Phillips
is finally going to heart me for all the times I imagined making sweet gay love
to him.’ But what his Honey does is actually the opposite.
Hunter had watched Phillips take the THREE steps necessary to close the space
between them only one minute ago but it had felt like time was moving slow.
Hunter COULDN’T THINK STRAIGHT, yet again. He nervously looked up at His Romeo
while quickly darting his tongue out to wet his lips. Phillips chocolate sight
circles follow the obscene movement, mesmerized. The mahogany Wonder Boy whips
his view upward, meeting Hunter’s lust filled gaze. Phillips eyes were filled
with restraint, curiosity, and wait… was that desire? Hunter’s thinker raced
with the thought of his Baby Cakes returning the feelings of pure unadulterated
lust.
Phillips reaches out a callused hand, brushing his thick digits across Hunter
jaw. The smaller man is still in a daze so when Phillips smashes his mouth onto
Hunters it gives him a huge reality check. Phillips is shoving his tongue down
his throat, kissing His Angel like he’s holding on for dear life. Hunter gladly
obliges to the authoritativeness of his Casanova’s rough actions and it goes
straight to his already half-hard dick. This is new, apparently he likes being
controlled like this. After Phillips finally pulls away so they can breathe, he
doesn’t even slow down. He starts to palm Hunter through his gyms shorts while
the lighter boy barely manages out a “Ph…Phillips”
Phillips spins his lover around and throws him against the lockers, pressing
his body as far as he can into Hunters. His breathe hitches from the sudden
pressure of Hunters perfectly rounded ass. He’s painfully hard, pants
constraining him almost unbearably, and he’s gasping, swallowing air to fill
his lungs. He needs to show some restraint, he wants this to last as long as it
can. His hands drift down to bunch into Hunters shirt, “How long?” Hunter
breathes out. Phillips grinds down onto Hunter and groans out a “Enough.” The
sounds Hunter is making is like sweet nectar to his hearing holes.
Phillips runs his plump bottom lip over the curve of Hunter’s ear. He then
starts to kiss down his jaw, and then to his neck. Hunter’s angles his head to
give His Häschen more access for the glorious things he is doing with his
mouth. As Phillips begins to suck and lick, earning wonderful whimpers from
Hunter, he removes his shirt at the same time. Phillips kisses all over
Hunter’s chest, sucking onto a nipple. When Phillips bites down, Hunter cries
out beautifully. Phillips wants everyone to know that Hunter is his, and his
only, creating a number of dark purple and red marks all over Hunters
shoulders, neck, and back. The Tan Man runs the tip of his tongue across
Hunter’s collar bone, his knees buckle from the overwhelming feeling of want.
But His Hercules catches him, roughly pulling down Hunters shorts. His senses
were being enveloped with pleasure as fingers rushed down his back, groped his
ass, and moved to trace down his stomach.
Phillips fingers now wrapped around Hunters erect cock, lightly squeezing. All
the blood in Hunter’s body now directed to that area as he started grinding
against his Hot-Chocolates hand. He was about to complain about the loss of
touch when Phillips pulled away, but the noise stopped halfway up his throat
when Phillips suddenly turned him around and got down on his knees. Phillips
pulled his shirt off in all one movement, now only wearing his shorts and
Hunter in just his underwear, which Hunter’s Mr. Right removed immediately.
Phillips looked up at Hunter with a small smirk before licking the tip of the
boy’s cock. Hunter inhaled sharply and groaned. Phillips smiled as he took the
rest of him into his mouth, suctioning hard and staring up into the hazel eyes
of the boy standing in front of him. He ran his tongue straight down his shaft
and back up, around the head and back into his mouth, a pro around Hunter’s 4
inch. Hunter’s body was on autopilot, reaching down to finally pull on that
dark brown mane of his Sugar-Lips.
Hunter only got the chance to tug once when Phillips took a step back and says
“Nice try,” Hunter complains about the sudden loss of contact. Phillips eyes
him seductively, reaching to grab both of their tennis shoes to rip both the
shoe laces out of them. Hunter’s hazel sight circles grow two sizes, “Get down
on the bench. NOW!” Phillips commands. Hunter does as he is told and Phillips
ties both of his hands and feet down to it, his ass perfectly inviting just for
Phillips. Phillips takes a step back to admire his work, cock twitching in his
painfully constricting pants. Hunter’s Daddy Mack then reaches into his pocket,
muttering to himself “Ravioli, ravioli, whats in the pocketoli?” as he pulls a
bottle of lube out. That just makes Hunter's dick jump, he loves it when
Phillips talks dirty to him.
Phillips lathers himself and Hunter in it, after removing all their remaining
clothes. When Hunter saw Phillips meaty cock, his jaw dropped and mouth
watered. It was as thick as his wrist and looked to be around 13 inches, uncut.
But, it definitely won’t fit into Hunter’s tight virgin hole. Phillips seems to
read Hunter’s mind when he says “We are going to have to stretch you out,
babe.” Phillips circles Hunter’s hole, being surprisingly gentle, he sticks one
able finger in, up to the first knuckle. He lets his Love Bug get adjusted to
the feeling before he pushes all the way in. Then adding a second finger,
slowly pushing in and out. Hunter’s fingers turn white he is gripping the bench
so hard. Hunter’s legs shake but he keeps his ass in the air because it's too
good to let Phillips stop now. After he puts in digit after digit, getting
deeper and deeper, Hunter starts to feel the big stretch.
After Phillips successfully gets all his fingers in, he starts to move his
entire hand in. Hunter lets out a shameless moan after His BooBear stuffs his
whole fist in. He coaxes Hunter with a purr, his closed fist sliding in and out
at a languid pace, filling him with shock-waves of sweet agony, the pressure
overwhelming. Hunter could die now and be trapped in this moment eternal, and
he’d be happy.
But then Phillips pulls his brown hand out, re-lathers himself in the lube, and
slams his enormous cock into Hunter. He barely gives Hunter one second to get
adjusted to the feeling before pulling back out and ramming back in again.
Hunter screams out, half in pain, half in pleasure.
Hunter groans out "Oh daddy," as Phillips grabs onto a fist full of dark brown
hair. “Fuck… Phillips.. I.. Ahh.. I need you… Make it so i can’t sit down
without thinking of you.” Hunter sobbed out, fueling Phillips to go deeper and
harder, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at Hunter’s words.
Phillips slammed a little quicker, feeling himself get close, he wanted Hunter
to explode first, he loved the idea of being inside him while he came. The ring
of muscle would tighten around him and then loosen, then tighten again,
spasming. He wrapped an arm around him and slid his hand up and down the hard
length, stopping at the base to trace a vein up to the head. Hunter made a
small mewling sound at the contact, Phillips continued, His name slipping
repeatedly out of Hunters ravishing mouth. He was so close.
Phillips slammed into Hunter, faster than humanly possible. Hunter looked over
his shoulder when Phillips made a sort of growling noise. If Hunter wasn’t tied
to the table he would have pulled away, but he couldn’t even move from Phillips
death grip. Phillips' face had changed, from the caramel-colored appearance he
knew and loved, he now had big, white fangs, sprouting out and over his dark
lips. His eyes, the usual chocolate, were now red, and looked more lust-filled
and more dominating than he’d ever seen. It made him let loose, right then and
there, from one glance into those eyes, the biggest load he has ever had. When
he came he threw his head back and let out a porn worthy moan. Phillips felt
his thrusts get sloppy and erratic, he knew he would loose control like this.
He groaned as the familiar warm tingling found him and he slammed into the
tight hole one more time and released, letting himself fall over the edge.
Hunter reveled in the feeling of being filled to the rim with Phillips cum. But
then Phillips was pulling out and collapsing on the ground. Phillips white,
sticky mess began dripping out all over Hunter but that wasn’t all the liquid
dripping out of him. He looked down to his hips to see several nail, no wait…
claw??? marks in his skin. Hunter began trying to untie himself but he knew it
was useless. Phillips had tied him so tight he would probably have bruises,
somehow that just excited him.
Phillips saw His Bebe struggling so he got up and finally released Hunter, and
he knew what was coming next. Phillips mind flashed with pictures of Hunter
screaming at him, calling him a freak. But Hunter did just the opposite. “So,
what was up with your face?” Hunter asked almost timidly, but not one ounce of
his being was nervous. Phillips was surprised, but looked up, right into
Hunters view holes, almost penetrating them with his harsh glare, the second
hole of Hunter he would do that to. He just said “I’m werewolf.” like he was
telling Hunter he was gayer than Teen Wolf, but that was common knowledge that
everyone knew. Hunter didn’t even seem scared, not even mildly interested, he
just says “Oh.”
The Phillips embraces Hunter, then kissing him one last time, before he had to
leave. Phillips says, in all seriousness, “will u b me bebe?” Hunter replies
“yea, of corse”
THE END
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