I'm not connected to Dawson's Creek in any way. This is a fan fiction story and isn't supposed to reflect on the sexual prefernces of the actors who play the characters. All characters are the property of Sony and Outerbank Entertainment.
Dawson Leery moaned as his hand stroked up and down on his hard eight inch cock. His eyes were closed tightly and he was lying back in his bed, caressing his cock with a quick pace.
His mind was focused on one thing: Pacey Witter, his best friend. Dawson had fantasized about Pacey countless times, and this time was no different. He thought of Pacey's smooth, hard body and imagined what his erect cock would look like. He even wondered what it would taste like, sliding in and out of his mouth.
As Dawson stroked his impressive member, his moans prevented him from hearing the footsteps on the stairs. Jack McPhee stopped just outside of Dawson's bedroom door and listened to the moans coming from behind it.
Jack, Capeside's recently outed gay teen, got a raging hard on, listening to Dawson's muted moans. Jack had been secretly in love with Dawson ever since the first time he'd seen him.
"Oh, Pacey!" Jack heard Dawson call out suddenly. Since Jack had just left Pacey with Andie, Jack's sister and Pacey's girlfriend, he knew Dawson must be fanatsizing. Better yet, he knew Dawson was attracted to guys!
Jack flung open the door, ready to make his move. Dawson jumped up from the bed, stunned, and grabbed for a pillow to cover his throbbing member.
"Jack, what the fuck are you doing here?" Dawson yelled, blushing with embarrasement.
"Does it matter, Dawson? I heard what you said. You were beating your meat and thinking about Pacey, weren't you?" Jack smiled mischeviously.
"NO! You're crazy, Jack. Just get out of here, okay?" Dawson ordered, flushing and looking around nervously.
"I heard you, Dawson. But why pine away for Pacey? He's straight and he's with my sister. Why not go for someone who's available? Like me?" Jack grinned and stepped forward, grabbing the pillow from Dawson's hand and staring hungrily down at the hard cock it had covered.
"I'm not gay, Jack. I swear. You heard wrong!" Dawson insisted. Jack smiled and sank to his knees. Before Dawson could say anything else, Jack sucked his cock head into his mouth and began to run his tongue over it.
"Oh, stop!" Dawson said, unconvincingly as he thrust his hips forward, pushing more of his cock into Jack's eager mouth.
Jack, who'd been practicing his deep throating techniques on a large dildo in preparation for the first time he gave a blow job, easily took Dawson's large member down his throat.
"Oh my god. This isn't right Jack," Dawson moaned, his eyes closed, as he began to fuck Jack's face with a growing pace.
Jack ran his hands up Dawson's legs and gently spread his ass cheeks. His index finger found Dawson's hole, sweaty from his earlier masturbation session, and gently probed inside.
"OH!" Dawson grunted, cumming almost the instant the finger slid inside. Jack moaned deeply as he began to swallow the hot seed that spewed forth from Dawson's meaty cock.
Dawson flopped backwards onto the bed and Jack stood up, still fully dressed, and grinned down at the naked object of his desire.
"Did you like that, Dawson?" Jack asked.
"That felt so incredible," Dawson smiled sleepily. "But, Jack I'm not gay."
"Come on, Dawson. I'm not going to tell anyone. You can be honest with me," Jack pleaded, stroking his hard cock through his shorts.
"I'm not," Dawson said weakly, his eyes on Jack's bulge and the hand that was caressing it.
"Dawson, I've wanted you for so long. You've wanted to be with a guy for just as long, obviously. Come on. Just admit it, then we can have some real fun," Jack smiled, slowly slipping one hand into his shorts and caressing his cock.
Dawson watched him hungrily, but silently for a few minutes. Then he sighed and looked down at his own cock, which was giving him away by becoming hard again.
"Yeah, Jack. I'm gay," Dawson said. Jack grinned and pulled off his shirt. Then, he tugged down his shorts.
"Here's your prize, Dawson," Jack smiled. Dawson cautiously moved forward and wrapped his lips around the head of Jack's dick. Jack moaned as Dawson slowly moved his mouth up and down the hot seven inches, taking as much as he could down his throat. Since he hadn't had any practice, it wasn't much.
Jack began to gently give Dawson instructions, wich the hot blonde teen eagerly followed, wanting to learn how to give Jack the same pleasure he'd just recieved.
"That's it. Yeah, you got it now, Dawson. Fuck yeah, suck that cock, you hot stud," Jack moaned, his eyes closed.
Soon, Jack felt the familiar feeling and pulled his cock out of Dawson's mouth before things went to far.
"Hey! What did I do?" Dawson asked, looking worried.
"Nothing, babe. I just want to cum inside of you," Jack smiled softly.
"You mean.... I don't know Jack," Dawson looked worried.
"Dawson, it'll feel great. Once you get used to it, you'll want to do it all the time. C'mon, please?" Jack asked, desperate to slip his hard cock between Dawson's beautiful ass cheeks.
"Okay. Just this once," Dawson said. Jack smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking his hard cock. He grabbed the bottle of lotion Dawson had been using to beat off, and motioned for Dawson to turn around.
Dawson bent over and moaned as Jack began to rub the cool lotion on his asshole, slipping first one, then another, finger inside of him
Finally Jack grabbed Dawson's waist and turned him around. Facing Jack, Dawson lowered himself until Jack's cock head was touching his tight hole.
Dawson sighed, relaxed, and pushed himself down. Both teens gasped as Jack penetrated Dawson's tight hot hole.
"Oh, fuck! Dawson you're so tight!" Jack moaned.
Dawson remained quiet, his face scrunched in pain. Soon, though, Jack's steady in and out rhythm and the stimualtion of his prostate began to drive Dawson wild with delight.
Dawson wrapped his arms around Jack's neck as he rode him and Jack slipped on hand down to Dawson's rigid cock, which he began to stroke.
"Oh fuck. God, Jack, your cock feels so good. I love it, I don't ever want you to stop fucking me," Dawson moaned.
"Dawson, you're so tight!" Jack gasped again. "I've been dreaming of this for months."
The two sweaty teen bodies continued to move together, Jack thrusting up as Dawson pushed down, bringing intense pleasure to both.
"Oh, Dawson, man. I'm going to shoot!" Jack gasped just as his cock began to spew forth the hot white juice. Dawson instincitvly tightened his ass muscles, driving Jack mad with ecstasy.
Jack continued to stroke Dawson and, just as Jack was finishing his own orgasm, Dawson shot his second load of cream all over Jack's chest and face.
The two remained in positon, breathing hard, and staring at each other. Jack glanced down at his cum streaked chest and gathered some of Dawson's seed onto one finger.
"You taste really great," jack smiled as he sucked his finger into his mouth.
"Really? Let me try," Dawson smiled as he leaned forward and ran his tongue across Jack's chin, licking up a few drops of his own cum. "That is pretty good."
"Oh my God!" a voice came from the doorway. Dawson and Jack both turned their heads and stared in horror at Chris Wolfe, standing there with Dawson's script in one hand and a shocked look on his face.
"Chris! This isn't what it looks like!" Dawson said quickly.
"It's not? You don't have Jack's cock up your ass, Dawson? And Jack, that isn't Dawson's cum all over you?" Chris asked, his face still shocked.
"Shit. Chris, you can't tell anyone about this, okay? I'm not gay," Dawson said, sounding close to tears, as he finally got off of Jack.
"I don't know Dawson. I think having anal sex with Capeside's gay teen poster boy qualifies you as a homo. Man, I come over to talk about my character in your movie, and now I find out I'm really playing a fag!," Chris shook his head, smirking.
"Chris, please. You have to keep quiet about this," Dawson begged.
"Well, I guess I could do that. As long as you made it worth while for me," Chris grinned, picking a speck of lint off of his jacket nonchalanty.
"Like what?" Dawson asked, sounding worried but hopeful.
"Well, i've nailed just about every hot chick in Capeside. It's getting dull. There's no challenge any more. I'm just tired of playin the game. So, it would make my life a lot easier if I had a couple of guys willing to blow me any time I want," Chris grinned, glancing between the two teens.
Jack and Dawson looked at each other, the message clear. They had no choice, really. Besides, Chris was the school stud and very hot. Seeing their silent agreement, Chris's grin widened.
"Great. Dawson, clean Jack up and then we can get started," he said, dropping his pants and revealing a large 9 inch cock that was very thick.
No wonder the guy is so self confident! Dawson thought as he turned to Jack and quickly gobbled up the remainder of his cum from Jack's stomach, chest, and face. Then they moved towards Chris and dropped to their knees. Together they began to run their tongues up and down the thick shaft as Chris moaned. Soon, though, Jack nudged Dawson to the side lightly and took the entire nine inches down his throat in one gulp, burying his nose in Chris's pubic hair.
"Oh fuck!" Chris gasped in shock. "Jack, fuck that's hot! No chick has ever been able to deep throat me like that!" Chris began pumping his cock in and out of Jack's willing mouth.
Dawson, not wanting to be left out, began to lick and suck on Chris's balls like they were his favorite candy. After just a few minutes, Chris couldn't take the intense pleasure any longer.
"Fuck, dudes, I'm going to cum," he moaned. Dawson and Jack both sat up and raised their faces as Chris, Capeside High's reputed l ladies man, began to shoot his load all over their faces. Both tried desperatly to catch some of the hot, salty cream in their mouths.
When his orgasm subsided, Chris grinned down at the cum spattered teen faces. "Boys, consider your secret safe. As long as you keep giving me blow jobs like that, anyway! Damn, McPhee! You've got a mouth like a hoover!"
Jack and Dawson looked at each other and smiled. Then they leaned towards each other and began to slowly lick Chris's cum from each others faces, stopping once or twice to kiss deeply.
"Yeah. Well, you guys have fun. I'll see both at school tomorrow. Or the next time I want a blow job. Whichever comes first," Chris smiled as he walked out the door.