Kota looked over at Toby, who was still clutching the blanket around his soft, curvy body like a lifeline. The smaller boy's freckled face was flushed deep red, ginger hair sticking to his damp forehead, eyes wide and nervous as they flicked between Kota's face and the floor of the van. His lips trembled as he tried to form words, the earlier panic still simmering just beneath the surface.
"Kota," Toby whispered, voice cracking with desperation and shame.
"Please be gentle with me. I'm really scared right now and if you're too rough I won't be able to take it and I'll probably just cry and ruin everything and then the show will be a disaster because I'll be too shaken to drum properly and everyone will blame me for messing up our big debut."
He paused, sucking in a ragged breath, then started apologizing again, words spilling out faster and faster.
"I'm so sorry for asking for something so selfish. I'm only thinking about myself right now. I'm prioritizing my own pleasure over yours and that's not fair to you at all. You don't have to fuck me if you don't want to. I'm being such a selfish brat, only thinking about what I need instead of what you want. You probably think I'm pathetic. I am pathetic. I'm the worst."
Corey reached over and pressed two fingers against Toby's trembling lips, shushing him softly. "Hey. Enough of that. Be quiet now. Be a good boy for Kota. You know he likes it when you're good."
But Toby shook his head, tears already welling at the corners of his eyes. His voice came out small and broken.
"I don't feel like a good boy, Corey. Not after only thinking about myself. Good boys don't ask for things like that. Good boys think about other people first. I'm just a selfish slut who wants Kota's cock even when I should be focusing on the show."
Corey shushed him again, more firmly this time, then shifted his weight and swung one leg over Toby's chest. Before Toby could protest, Corey lowered himself down, straddling Toby's face with those massive, plump cheeks spreading slightly as he settled into position. His baggy gray jeans had already been discarded somewhere in the chaos, leaving him completely naked from the waist down. He guided his heavy balls directly to Toby's open, apologizing mouth.
"Shhh," Corey murmured, voice dropping into something almost gentle despite the obscene position. "Stop yapping so much. Just suck. Let your mouth be useful for something besides apologizing."
Toby's protests died instantly, replaced by a muffled moan as Corey stuffed his balls into that warm, waiting mouth. The soft, heavy sac filled Toby's cheeks, pushing them out slightly as his lips stretched around the girth. Toby's eyes fluttered closed, a soft, needy sound vibrating around the flesh as he started sucking obediently, tongue swirling over the sensitive skin, saliva already slicking everything wet and warm.
Corey let out a satisfied hum, reaching down with one hand to wrap his fingers around Toby's small, leaking cocklet. He started jerking him off with quick, rough strokes, no lube, just dry friction that made Toby whimper and squirm beneath him. The sound was harsh, skin dragging against skin with an uncomfortable rasp that had Toby's hips twitching.
"Mmmph," Toby mumbled around the balls in his mouth, voice garbled and desperate.
"Mmph—mph—use lube—please—it feels too rough—mph—Corey—lube—"
Corey grinned down at him, that signature cocky sparkle lighting up his eyes.
"Oh, I should use some natural lube, should I?" He didn't wait for an answer. He shifted his hips, leaning forward until his mouth hovered right above Toby's leaking cocklet. Without hesitation he took the small length into his mouth, lips wrapping tight around the base as his tongue flattened against the underside. He sucked hard, spit pooling and dripping, coating Toby's cock in thick, warm saliva until it glistened.
Toby moaned louder around Corey's balls, the vibration sending shivers through Corey's body as they fell into a messy, desperate sixty nine. Corey's head bobbed steadily on Toby's cock, slurping and sucking with loud, wet sounds, each pull of his mouth leaving the small length slicker and shinier. His free hand wrapped around the now lubed shaft and started jerking him off properly this time, the spit letting his fingers glide fast and smooth, twisting at the head on every upstroke.
Toby's hips bucked wildly, muffled cries spilling from his stretched lips as the dual sensations overwhelmed him. He sucked harder on Corey's balls, tongue working frantically, drool dripping down his chin and pooling on the van floor. His soft, curvy body trembled violently, plump ass clenching and unclenching as the pleasure built higher and higher. The wet sounds of Corey's mouth and hand working his cock filled the back of the van, sloppy and obscene.
Corey pulled off just long enough to glance at Kota, lips shiny with spit and pre cum. "He's about to cum. Stick it in already so he cums harder. Do it now."
Kota didn't need to be told twice.
He shifted forward, already freeing his thick, heavy cock from his slacks. The new size made it swing heavily between his legs as he positioned himself behind Toby's trembling body. He gripped those soft, plump hips with both hands, thumbs pressing into the gentle curve of Toby's waist, and lined up the fat, leaking head with Toby's slick, prepped hole.
He barely pushed in halfway. The tight heat swallowed the first few inches with a wet squelch, the thick girth stretching Toby's rim wide.
That was all it took. The head of Kota's cock pressed right against Toby's prostate in one perfect, devastating nudge.
Toby's entire body seized. His back arched sharply, a muffled scream tearing from his throat around Corey's balls as he came harder than he ever had before. It wasn't a normal orgasm. It was a geyser. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cocklet, spraying straight into Corey's waiting mouth and splattering across his chin and cheeks in messy white arcs. Toby's hole clenched and spasmed wildly around Kota's invading length, fluttering and milking the thick shaft even though only half of it was inside. His legs kicked out helplessly, toes curling, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down his flushed face as the orgasm ripped through him again and again.
Kota held still, watching Toby fall apart beneath him. The sight was intoxicating, the way the smaller boy's body surrendered so completely, the way his muffled screams vibrated around Corey's balls. After a long moment he slowly pulled out, his cock glistening with Toby's slick but not fully spent. He released his grip on Toby's hips, letting the boy collapse forward onto the van floor.
Toby kept twitching and moaning, small aftershocks rolling through him as weak spurts of cum still leaked from his spent cocklet. His voice came out hoarse and wrecked but full of genuine gratitude.
"Thank you Corey… thank you Kota… for fucking me like a good boy… I feel so much better now… I'm a good boy…"
Corey stood up, wiping his cum covered mouth with the back of his hand, that cocky grin back in full force. He gave Toby's jiggling ass a light, affectionate slap. "No problem, Tobs. You needed it. Now you're ready to kill it on those drums."
Before anyone could say another word, Mort's voice exploded from the front seat, sharp and furious and loud enough to rattle the windows. "WILL YOU ALL STOP JERKING EACH OTHER OFF AND PUT YOUR FUCKING PANTS ON?! WE'VE ARRIVED AT THE VENUE AND THEY'RE FOOKIN STARTING WITHOUT US IF WE DON'T GET IN THERE RIGHT NOW!"