Pull David to the janitors closet

"Fuck yeah!" Rhys cheered, dropping to his knees.

"Wait." Arnie said, grabbing the other two, "Not here."

While Arnie's thoughts were being overridden by dirty, gay thoughts, he still had enough common sense to know that if they were caught in the hallway, they were dead. The three boys quickly moved to the nearest room, the janitor's closet, to escape publicity. The room was a bit small, but it was big enough to allow Rhys and Arnie to get on their knees.

"Oh fuck, dude," Rhys only moaned, still petting the gigantic appendage hanging off of David's groin.

"Yeah..." Arnie said breathlessly, smelling the massive balls below.

"So, do you guys want to suck it?" David asked, still a little nervously.

He didn't get a response. Rather, he felt two tongues reach out and lick his most private area. David moaned, feeling the inexperienced lapping of his two bullies. Rhys dragged his tongue up and down the length of the dick, unsure how to proceed with the bratwurst in front of him. Arnie, meanwhile, buried himself in David's large ballsack, enjoying the warmth covering his face.

"Here," David said, moving Rhys' head, "suck on the tip."

Rhys was too mesmerised to argue, allowing himself to be pulled around. Settling on the tip, he began figuring out how to get into the rhythm. A tiny, nagging voice in the back of his head told him this was fucked up and he should beat the fag, but an overwhelming voice kept screaming cock, louder and louder. The bully wanted to take the entire thing in his mouth, but could barely stretch his mouth wide enough to take the head. He settled on tonguing the piss slit, eliciting horny moans from David.

Arnie, meanwhile, lost himself in the nerd's sack. He continued to play with David's balls, moving them around as he draped his face in the wiry scrotum. His tongue loved the feeling and he could feel himself hard in his shorts. However, he didn't care for his cock right now, as the softball sized balls enraptured his full attention.

David loved the feeling. His two bullies were on the floor, pleasuring his erogenous zones that had suddenly exploded in size. He tried to think how bad this situation really was, but everytime Rhys' tongue stroked his slit, or Arnie's hand groped a ball, pleasure evaporated his thoughts. He felt a growing need for tightness grow inside him, but who held the key to savour that?