Asshole

Walking by the nearby tree and sitting area, newfound chew toy Verah (which Darbie decided she would be for numerous people she'd encounter through the day; couldn't let hallway girl have all the fun) and her friend Bailey didn't give a passing glance to the two young men idling at its shadey radius.

Shady, that was, in more ways than one.

"Hey bro, 'sup," said the first one, a lean blonde-haired surfer look.

"'S-sup." The second was a shrinking black-haired boy. But his figure was dressed in a fittingly inconspicuous black jacket, yellow shirt, and jeans, with a face that was strikingly doe-eyed. He'd probably be found cute to many a hormone-fueled girl.

In any case, Darbie wanted to move on, but the two hand locked fellows caught her eye.

And when things catch her eye, she liked to return the favor.

So she decided to do so -- by letting them have a different kind of rendezvous than they might have... originally planned.

"You brought the pics?" asked dashing surfer.

"Y-yeah," the black-haired one rummaged through his duffel bag and pulled out a digital camera. His hands shook a little, but otherwise made it to the blonde guy's fingers.

His associate chuckled and patted his shoulder. "Niice man. You did good, you did good." He began flicking through the pictures, nodding at nude flesh after nude, titillatingly female flesh. "Trust me, if you pulled it off right, my ex wouldn't have suspected a single thing. Won't, I mean." His correction came in quick succession. "Won't suspect a single thing."

He noticed the anxious look in his not-exactly-voluntary accomplice's eyes anyway and sighed.

"Trust me, Eric," he said firmly. "She was a real bitch. And cheap bitches like her? They get what's coming to them."

"Yeah..."

"Come on, you yourself said you owed me, right? And as I promised, your older sis will get the leeway she needs to nab that gig. My old man's been around the contracting block 'nuff times for that to be fish in a barrel."

Eric just looked even guiltier, ready to curl into a ball. He shifted the duffel bag around his shoulder. It looked like a pretty good hiding place right about now.

"So that's why you shouldn't feel guilty," his smarmy partner continued, in a strangely lightened tone. "See, look." The blonde-haired teen leaned over to Eric, pointing at the camera screen. "See how hot you look?"

Eric nodded, looking through Henry's fingers at the glowing screen, and blushed helplessly even ash he found himself unable to blink away.

He was right, for the most part. The pictures on display were flattering, even if they were insanely crude. Him going on all fours and showing off the writing on his ass reading, "SPUNKY BITCH". Him spreading his legs against two walls with his hard erect cock while donning a mischievous expression, hiding the strain it actually took to position himself there.

"God you're hot." Eric turned to see Henry looking back at him. He realized how close they were now, their arms practically sliding up the other as their faces could've been bridged with a popsicle stick.

"A-am I?" The shifting boy looked down, but didn't move away. His eyes widened when he felt Henry's hand cup his thick, enlargening penis.

"Yes, you sexy bitch. Yes, you are. And I want you to be my bitch so bad right now."

With a sudden flourish, Henry turned his face forward, and called out to a nearby girl. "Hey, Cassie!" He ignored the other girl leaning by the wall of the next building, who was watching them with what would ordinarily might be an off-putting amount of interest. She was closer, but she also shouldn't be bothered. Just something hands-off about her, at least for that moment.

"What's up, Henry?" The girl bounded up to them, looking plaintive in her casual long sleeved shirt and jeans, backpack shuffling casually behind her.

Henry held the camera sturdily in his hands, then flung it towards her. She caught it with a curious look. Thankfully, Henry was there to put all worry to rest. "Sorry for the sudden request, but can you take pictures of us as my bitch fucks me in the ass?" He turned backward so his butt would be facing her and pointed at it with a straight finger. "You know, right here in my hot, soon to be spunk-filled ass-hole?"

The confusion melted away from Cassie's face as she flicked a wrist and nodded, "Oh, sure, sure! I've never really taken pictures of naked people getting fucked, before, I'm pretty sure I would get in serious trouble with my folks if they knew, haha. But why the heck wouldn't I with two hot guys like you?" Cassie winked at Eric. He gulped in embarrassment, saying nothing.

With haste, the two got into position. Eric unzipped his pants and Henry went completely naked then went on all fours in front of him.

In some way of chance, or perhaps his lucky stars, Eric's thick penis was already quite lubed up as he placed his hands on Henry's ass cheeks and spread them wide, hesitantly teasing the hole with his head. Eventually, however, and after some coaxing from both Henry in front and Cassie, er, everywhere, he stuck it in, and the next thing he knew, he was sliding in and out of the surfer boy's ass, while the latter called him his bitch, his bitch, his expendable, adorable bitch.

"Gosh this is very hot, isn't it?" murmured a passing girl to her boyfriend. He nodded in agreement, saying how much he'd like it to get fucked in the ass by her later that night. She giggled and said she'd arrange it. Which was ironic, considering she'd barely started allowing him to touch her breast just 4 days ago, in the backseat of his uncle's car.

"Oh my, those two are having anal sex," commented a faculty member from afar. Her fellow office mate shook her head, neatly bobbed hair swishing past her rosy cheeks.

"Kids these days. Just can't stop rutting each other, can they?"

"You can say that again, sister."

She held the door for her as they strode back to air-conditioned work.

Finally, Eric came to the last stretch, hips jerking back and forth. His nails dug into Henry's skin.

"I'm... I'm cumming!"

"YES, CUM IN ME," bellowed Henry's audible cries, "YOU WHORE! Fuck me up like the bitch you are!"

And fuck him up he did, just like the bitch he was.

They both groaned in pleasure. Amidst his harried breaths, Eric managed to turn his eyes up and look around him.

The audience that had gathered began leaking some of their own juices. Once they'd noticed he was done, however, they removed their hands from their own crotches and returned to their business, very few having reached climax of their own, just now healthily titillated. Skirts were brought back down and hard-ons were accordingly adjusted. A teacher resumed her phone call, rushing to get back to her class before lunch was over.

"Here you go, Henry." Cassie had placed the camera against the ground beside the still recovering blondie as he nodded his thanks. "Got some video, too, in case you wanted it."

"Thanks for the help, Cass."

The girl shook her head, once again reiterating it was no problem. Then she stood to her feet, waving. "I'll be seeing you now!"

She turned to leave, her job done.

Like an oncoming pole, however, she nearly ran into another young woman. She was dressed in an unseemly hoodie, and her wolfish eyes made Cassie somewhat uncomfortable.

"Excuse me." She tried to step around her but was stopped by her breasts being pushed by the stranger's hands. Cassie was surprised by this girl's politeness. She wished out of the blue that her dad would grab her like that sometimes, instead of just on the shoulders and back and stuff.

"You're not done."

"That's right, I'm not done," Cassie explained as she went back up to Henry, pushed down her pants, and turned crouching down until her ass -- and its own hole -- was securely mashed against his face. "Gimme a rimjob."

Some kind of muffle came from below. What exactly Cassie didn't care. She just wanted a rimjob. She really wanted a rimjob.

"Eric, take pictures of me getting my ass sucked, please."

Eric stood up and picked up the camera, obliging as he snapped close-up shots and Dutch angles. He was trained in this, after all.

But in the back of his head, he could only wonder if he did the right thing. Sure, his sister really wanted that gig, and sure Henry's dad had the connections, and sure he had a camera... but was selling his body the right course of action? Was it the right thing to do?

Eric breathed, dismissing the thoughts with another snap of the camera, watching Cassie pull out her phone and surf her social pages as she squirmed her ass against Henry's face in public, in a visible corner of the campus, in the middle of the day.

In the end, it wasn't something to feel guilty about -- it was his decision, after all.

And he knew his decisions better than anyone.