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Eighth grade was anything but kind to Mike Wheeler.
Family troubles, puberty, bouts of depression, and constant fights with his friends were causing his focus to be anywhere but school, his grades becoming a cause for concern of all his teachers. The spitting image of a 14-year old delinquent with nothing to lose.
Will Byers, his very best friend, had the opposite problem. He was somehow able to balance the turmoil of the Upside Down with outstanding grades, an impressive feat from someone who used to slack until the last minute. Naturally, Mike found himself leaning on Will whenever his grades were in a rut.
The two had plans to hang out at Will’s house since his mom was working extra hours for the weekend… or something.
Mike didn’t care much about Mrs. Byers, so he didn’t bother to remember the finer details of her working schedule. Jonathan was always absent, not worth much thought in his mind either. All he knew is that Friday night was a chance to hang out with Will alone, something he desperately needed to distract from his failing grades.
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The neatly-framed Jaws poster welcomed the boys into Will’s room as they laid their bookbags on the carpet floor, exhausted from a long Friday at school.
“Mind the mess,” Will remarked as he sat down at his desk on a jet black swivel chair. He had forgotten to clean his room before his parents left, but he was sure Mike wouldn't mind.
“Fuck, dude, class was awful today. Mr. Henry was so mean to me,” Mike groaned as he collapsed on the bed. The beige marble ceiling of Will’s bedroom was a familiar sight whenever his grades were in freefall, his language and algebra scores practically relying on his friend’s help during times like this. Eighth grade was hard.
“Maybe he wouldn’t be as mean to you if you actually studied, Mike,” Will chastised. They’d been through this conversation a million times before; Mike would rather go to the arcade and waste his money on pizza than study. He would do the same if his mom didn’t threaten to beat him, a B+ average being his only ticket to avoid the paddle his father doled out graciously.
“I know, but I’m gonna get held back a year if I fail this class.”
“So that’s why you have to study harder.”
As Mike sits upright, gazing on Will’s body in his swivel chair, he notices something he’s been eyeing for a while: his round, meaty ass poking out like a trophy. His pants can barely contain it, he’s begging to be used. The erection tenting in Mike’s pants is reluctant at first, a potential misfire of puberty, but his eyes begin to lock on his friend as more of Will’s features become exposed.
“You brought your algebra textbook?” Will queried, flipping the pages of his own until he reached this week’s homework.
Mike was completely absent, focusing on the tempting curves his friend boasted in front of him. The briefs Will’s been keeping since sixth grade poked out above his pants, crudely drawn dinosaurs covering the white and red design; they’re a core reason for his constant bullying at school, something he’d been wanting to throw away all year. Mike found it erotic, silently fantasizing about it whenever he had spare time to jerk off in his room.
Mike idly tapped his palms onto his knees, putting on a forced smile to distract Will from his true thoughts in case he looked back. His hormones have been raging all day, tired of hiding how he really feels about his best friend. How much he thinks about that ripe ass taking his cock while he masturbates in his room. But he always had to stay silent about what he really wanted.
Until now, at least.
“Mike…what are you looking at?” Will looks back at his friend and gives a buck-toothed smile in his usual way, completely oblivious to Mike licking his lips just a few seconds ago. He thinks his friend is merely distracted. Before he can turn around, Mike absent-mindedly stands up, reaching for Will’s pants in one sweeping motion.
Fuck.
Will’s ass feels plump and soft in his hand, just like a pillow. Even when it’s cushioned in the abrasive fabric of his khakis, feeling his friend’s cheeks cupped inside his palm made his cock hard. He’s only able to grope Will a few times before the swivel chair shifts away, a disgusted look coating Will’s face as he looks up.
“Stop it, Mike. We’re just friends, remember?”
A painfully hungry Mike ignores Will’s pleas, reaching for another grab of those plush cheeks before Will swipes his arm away. He’s getting irritated.
“I said stop it! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Blinded with a strange mix of curiosity and rage, Mike pins his best friend down on the desk, stray papers flying on the desk and scattered photo frames getting broken on impact.
Mike uses his free hand to quickly unfasten his jeans, finally letting his throbbing cock breathe in the space between himself and helpless Will bent over for his pleasure. Will’s dark brown khakis cascade to his ankles in the scuffle, tearing his treasured dinosaur briefs straight down the middle. The last remnant of Will’s innocence, destroyed.
“Mike, please…”
“What, you fucking whore? I thought you wanted this.” The words escape like venom from Mike’s mouth, spit flying from his lips onto Will’s hair. The assertion he somehow wants this leaves Will perplexed.
“What…what are you talking about?”
“You think I haven’t seen those porno mags you hide from your mom under your desk?”
“So that’s what this is about? I could’ve just given you a copy if you wanted, dude.”
“No.” Mike plants his feet, spits a couple times onto his cock, and rubs the excess saliva onto Will’s exposed hole. “I wanna try some of those moves out on you.”
Will’s eyes widen and his mouth shapes up to scream as Mike shoves his veiny cock inside, squirming underneath Mike’s hands on the desk as much as he can to lessen the pain.
“Mike, stop–” Will cried as his mouth grew wider. His best friend was now fully enveloped in his tight entrance, jerking his hips back and forth as he continued his assault. Will’s following attempts at speaking came out a garbled mess, his face still plastered on the stack of textbooks as his drool streamed out. He wasn’t sure whether to scream or cry more, the scattered tears leaking from his eyes in rivulets and brainless whimpers escaping his lips answering the question for him.
Mike’s slender fingers continued to carve their way into Will’s fragile frame, pausing every now and then to give a hefty smack onto his exposed ass cheeks with each palm. Rough and raw, just like a page from Will’s secret porn stash. A burning sensation flooded his pelvis, rising more and more each time he entered WIll’s hole. Just as tight as he anticipated.
The sound of Will’s crying usually made him rethink his ways, always used to overstepping every time they argued. Not this time. Raping Will made him feel awesome. This is just what boys do when they’re angry.
“This is what you’ve always wanted, huh? For me to fuck you like one of the guys in those magazines?”
“No, Mike! Get off of me!”
Will’s voice was soaked in desperation, every word rushing out of him as Mike’s hard cock plunged deeply through his gut. He had always imagined his first time to be slow, romantic, and with a man he loved. He loved Mike, he really did, admiring him from afar and always getting close to admitting how he really felt. Considering him so pure he never even jerked off to the thought of Mike’s body once. But he never expected him to be like this behind closed doors.
“This is what I meant by homework help, Will. In case you couldn’t figure it out.”
Mike let out a wolf-like grin of pleasure, so smug and assured of himself as he continued his brutal thrusts. Finally getting the chance to rape his best friend in the whole, wide world. He’d waited for ages to do it, ever since the first time he noticed Will get wet dreams at summer camp a few years ago. His parents being away for the weekend and Jonathan being at work gave him the perfect opportunity to do what he’d been too afraid to do all this time.
Will tried his best to keep his eyes shut, submitting to his friend’s abuse as his eyes flooded with tears. Each pound into his thighs made him scream harder, the desk creaking violently as its screws came undone.
“You’re so tight, Will,” Mike groaned, running his fingers through the bowl cut of his tender prey. Will responded with another whimper, the snot in his nostrils from all the crying giving his breathing a strained pattern. “Taking me so fucking well…”
Mike couldn’t resist teasing Will in a sing-songy fashion, his slut’s hair instantly coming undone with a few tight grips of the palm. Will heaves and writhes, screaming for someone to help him, but the hopelessness continues to set in as Mike’s thrusts continue.
“M-mommy, Jonathan, please–” Mike cups Will’s hand with his mouth, tired of his constant whining. As much as he loved to hear Will resist, his friend whimpering in pain being pure music to his ears, he needed full concentration for what was about to happen.
Using the last bit of strength he has left inside of him, Will clamped his jaw and bit down on Mike’s palm with as much force as he could muster. Mike yelped in agony, his thrusts gaining a staggering dog-like quality as he recoiled from the pain. Unfortunately for Will, this was exactly what his aggressor wanted.
Lacking any grand announcement or verbal warning, Mike’s hot cum begins to flood Will’s bruised asshole. He cries and begs, squirming as he feels the warm liquid reach his gut, praying he isn’t getting bred by his best friend. He knew he wanted Mike deep down, but not like this. Never like this.
Before Will’s brain can snap back to reality, his senses betray him, a warm flush of cum escaping his own half-erect rod from under the desk. “Ah,” he whimpered softly, trying to block the context of his situation from his brain. He’s fully dissociating, half-dazed and lacking any strength to resist the tides of his purest carnal senses. That homework was never getting done, was it?
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With the last drop of semen leaving his satisfied cock, Mike finally came to the realization of what he’d done.
His best friend. Broken, battered, ruined, raped. It was all his doing, a byproduct of his raging hormones.
He was certainly going to get expelled now, maybe even score a short stint at juvie if Will’s mom cared enough to take it there.
As he gazed on his perverse creation one last time, a crying Will left tender to the touch, he came to an honest realization: if this is what it took to go to juvie, maybe it was worth it. Raping Will’s hole was the most fun he’d had all year. Definitely better than scraping the bottom of the barrel for extra credit at school.
With a twisted wholesome smile painting his face, he refastened his pants and ran for the door as fast as he could.
Eighth grade was finally kind to Mike Wheeler after all.