"Fucking hell, Logan!" Ethan screamed.
I saw some movement inside the car. The back door opened, and out popped another teen, curly, blonde head, with a meek, apologetic look on his face, and a sweaty, shirtless body, wearing navy blue sweatpants, with what appeared to be a big cum stain on them, making my mouth drop open.
I could see Ethan was pissed.
"Let's go," he said, and pushed me out the garage door with him.
Now that our dynamic had changed, I was more confident to tell him what I needed from him, regarding the project. We didn't talk about how I just fucked him in the garage with some older guy, and we didn't talk about Logan apparently spying on us. Rather, we did things my way and worked on the project. He started taking my direction, like he knew his place now. He even did the writing portion when I told him to, and it only needed minor corrections. I started working on the "mixed media" portion, which was a physical model of a human body in a shoebox. It was supposed to look like you were seeing inside a person's body. A couple hours into the project, I lifted my head from the diorama thing and stretched my arms. I looked over to Ethan on his bed, still working on the writing portion, but his butt was out. Apparently, he wanted to subtly hint that he was ready for a second round, so he had just been sitting there with his sweatpants resting below his ass. But, he knew it was my decision if I wanted to use him, so he didn't say anything, just left his ass out for me for when I'm ready. Good boy, I thought to myself.
Thinking he deserved a reward for working diligently and improving his work ethic, I decided to give him some more of my big cock. I walked over to him on the bed, pulled my pants down to mid thigh, and rubbed my cock into his soft cheeks to get myself hard. Like a good obedient boy, he didn't respond, just kept his nose in the book and his hand on the pencil. He hadn't showered since all the sex earlier, so there was still lube and cum squishing around in there, which made this whole thing more kinky and taboo. I pulled his slutty little cheeks apart and spit on it for good measure. When I was sufficiently hard, I leaned forward and shoved my hog inside. I supposed he was being more quiet since he knew Logan was home now, but when I started to pick up the pace, he couldn't help but let out little moans.
Using the same concept from earlier, I pulled off my sweaty sock and shoved it in his mouth. He groaned, closed his eyes and braced as my cock grew harder and longer inside him. I gripped him again in a headlock around the neck, and started pounding the deepest parts of his ass. He made sounds like he was choking, and started humping the bed and pushing back against my cock, basically just writhing his body around. He was a squishy, dirty mess, and he was my toy. I got lost in the sensation of fucking, and I was lasting longer because it was the second one of the day. I could feel the slimy remnant of previous sex frothing around my shaft and coating my balls. My butt cheeks bounced in the air as I thrust into him and rediscovered the depths of his ass. This dude had no limits. I was never able to fuck a girl this hard or this roughly. I put my hand on the back of his head and gripped his hair, pulling his head back to make him arch his back, giving me a new angle to penetrate him. His ass started to jiggle rhythmically with my repetitive pounding, and his groans through the sock grew manic and desperate. His red, struggling face was amazing, his mouth stuffed with a sweaty sock. I started to get a bit moist myself and took off my shirt. Since neither of us had showered, the smell was pure teen boy sex, nothing but sweat and cum, armpits, balls, spit and sweaty feet.
