Dawson- Back to the Creek 2
By Boi2fuck
A Bi-Sexual Celebrity Story
***** Story to be focused on gay- teen boy/ teen boy and bi-sexual teen boy/ teen boy/ teen female themes.
The author does not own these characters. These characters where part of the WB television show, Dawson's Creek, that ran from for six seasons from 1998 to 2003. The content of this is all from the author's mind and doesn't reflect the characters or their actor's lives or sexual preferences on the show or in real lives.
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Royal Feud is in the Bi-sexual Celebrity section
The Last Badge is the Bi-sexual Young Friends section
Hope you all enjoy this trip back to Dawson's Creek and up Dawson's Crack. If you like this, please feel free to contact the author at: boi2fuck@proton.me.
Dawson's dad, Mitch, ventured up the steps past Dawson's bedroom about 6:30, he had left his gym bag and brief case in his office. As he walked passed Dawson's door, he heard the bedsprings squeaking and Dawson yell, "Deeper, harder Pacey! I need that cock!" The beds headboard was now hitting the wall with a steady thump. Mitch smiled to himself, thinking about his first sexual experience with his own best friend. He made a mental note to check in Dawson's bathroom and check on that bottle of lube to keep Dawson well supplied. As he was exiting his office, he heard a loud groan followed by Pacey's voice exclaim, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Cummmmminng!" Then a moment of silence from the bedsprings, and Dawson encouraging Pacey to, "Suck me off, I am close." Then, a few moments later, Dawson declare his own impending orgasm, "Take my jizz! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Keep swallowing!" As he walked down the steps, his own cock was stone hard. He knew that he would skip the gym and go right to his girlfriend's house. He was going to fuck her harder than he had fucked his wife the night before. He knew Gail was getting fucked by her co-anchor. So, he started fucking his secretary. She was younger, prettier, gave better head, and had a tighter pussy than Gail.
The boys passed out after their last round of sex didn't wake up until 11:00. Dawson wanted to sleep longer, but the urge to pee outweighed his desire to sleep longer. Dawson untangled himself from Pacey, and went to take care of business. When he was finished, Dawson looked at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. He smiled at himself in the mirror. He and Pacey had really done it! They had lost one of their virginities together! He wondered, could people tell? If they did know, what would people say or think? His mind was swirling with a 1000 plus questions. All of these stopped when he looked at Pacey still asleep. His cock hard with morning wood. Dawson smiled to himself, then leaned over to take that cock into his mouth.
He started slowly, carefully not to awake Pacey, yet. He just wanted Pacey to lay back and enjoy his cock being sucked. Gradually, he sped up and took that cock deeper into his mouth. He felt a hand grab that make of his head, as a deep moan came from Pacey. Dawson kept blowing Pacey, as he looked up and met Pacey's stare. As their eyes locked on each other, Dawson say a wide smile on his best friend's face. Pacey muttered, "Damn, Leary, I guess I wasn't dreaming last night." Pacey chuckled, as his breath caught in his throat, he shot his load down Dawson's throat. Dawson, licked his lips, and thanked Pacey for his morning protein shot. Pacey told Dawson, "I will return the favor, just let me pee first." Dawson said there was no rush, they had the whole day to fuck around more. As Pacey walked into the bathroom, he told Pacey to join him in the shower when he finished. Dawson got the shower temperature regulated as he watched Pacey. He tried to get into Pacey's head and what thoughts he was thinking.
Pacey stepped into the shower, and immediately look Dawson into his arms, kissed him, then dropped to his knees to return the bj that he had just received. He started to kiss, lick, and suck on Dawson's cum tanks. He didn't notice last night how low Dawson's balls hang down. He wondered if they got wet when Dawson was taking a shit. Dawson smiled to himself, leaned back against the back shower wall, and let Pacey play and pleasure him. Dawson enjoyed the leisurely blow job that Pacey was giving him. But Dawson grabbed the back of Pacey's head and began to fuck his face. Dawson held Pacey's head into place, and thrusted his cock into and out of his mouth. Pacey felt Dawson's dick twitch, swell, and release his baby batter down his throat. Once Dawson was finished, he stood up, kissed Dawson, and grabbed the shampoo and began to wash Dawson's hair. After that, he picked up the shower gel washed his front and back. He paid close attention to Dawson's ass. He squirted the shower gel into his hand, worked it into a lather, and pushed a finger into his hole. Dawson couldn't help himself and a moan escaped from his throat. Then, he added another finger, and began to finger fuck his friend. Dawson leaned his chest against the front shower wall, and pushed his ass out and back towards Pacey's probing digits. Dawson didn't want this to end, but he didn't want to cum so soon again, they had all day to pleasure each other. So, he reached out grabbed the shampoo, and said, "It's my turn to clean you up, stud."
Dawson repeated the process that Pacey had done to him. He washed his hair, cleaned his body and hole with the shower gel. Then, seeing Pacey's cock hard and throbbing, he pushed Pacey up to the front wall of the shower, he turned around and pushed his ass back onto Pacey's penis. Whitter grabbed his hip and thrusted in and out of his best friend's fuck hole. Pacey's thrusts let Dawson know, he was going to fuck him hard and fast. There would be other time today for love making. Their grunts and the sound of Pacey slamming his balls off Dawson's ass echoed in the bathroom. Dawson, knowing that Pacey was close encouraged his friend to, "Dump that load inside me. Paint the walls of my hole with that jizz! Shoot it dead inside me. Please, Pace I need your cum!" With that Pacey felt like the orgasm started in his toes and raced through his whole body as he held onto Dawson's hips and exploded as deep as he could into him. Pacey felt like his knees were going to buckle, so he held Dawson closer and harder as he regained his senses. He noticed the water turning colder, and said, "Shit, I need to clean you again, but the water...." Dawson assured Pacey he was ok as he grabbed them towels to dry off with. "Don't worry about me, I can clean myself up on my own, that was just for you, and you needed that." They took turns drying each other off, Pacey grabbed Dawson's hand to pull him to the bedroom. Dawson leaned in, kissed Pacey and told him to go on and get dressed, then they would sort out some lunch. Dawson said, "Pace, please leave for now, I have to take care of a few things, and I don't want you to see. It's embarrassing, please." Pacey, nodded his head, gave Dawson a kiss, then gave him some privacy.
Once Dawson finished in the restroom, he saw that Pacey wasn't in the bedroom. So, after getting dressed, he stripped the sheets off the bed, so he could wash them. He remade the bed and opened up the window to air out the room, so it didn't smell like what he figured a whore house would smell like. Dawson walked through the kitchen and into the laundry room, so he could start om getting them washed, dried, and put away before his parents returned from work. Dawson spotted Pacey out in the backyard, saw he was talking to someone, but didn't know who. So, he walked outback and saw him talking to the new girl that moved in next store and was living with her grandma. He had talked to her in passing, he thought her name was Jennifer, but couldn't remember to be honest. As he crossed the backyard, he saw the blonde-haired girl laying out in a red, two-piece bikini that left little to the imagination. Dawson smiled to himself and just sensed that this girl, much like every other girl that Pacey lusted after was way out of his league. Just then her grandmother yelled, "Jennifer, please come into the house. I told you that you couldn't wear that swimsuit around here. People would get the wrong impression of her." Jennifer rolled her eyes and walked back into the house saying, "Hopefully, I will see you two cuties later. After the warden gives me a reprieve from my sentence in solitary." They all laughed as Jen turned to leave.
As she walked up to the house, she could feel Pacey's stare at her barely covered ass the whole way into the house. She felt her pussy get wet as she walked back inside. She knew she would have it take care of herself soon. She thought the blonde boy, was cute, but shy. He seemed really insecure around her. She liked having this control over boys. The dark-haired boy, seemed to way too full of himself, and blowing way too much smoke up her ass. He just seemed like every other teenage boy, he just wanted to fuck her, that was all he was interested in. Jen apologized to Grams, and told her that she was tired and was going to take a nap. Once in her bedroom, she locked the door, stripped off her bikini, laid down onto the bed, opened up her legs, and began to finger her clit. She was thinking about that blonde- haired boy. Dawson, she thought that was his name. She was determined to learn more about him. She knew that if she wanted anything to happen there, it was going to have to be her that made the move. Obviously, she determined he was a virgin, a scared little boy. She would have to make him a man, because he seemed to lack the balls needed to make anything happen.
This was quit difference than the teenaged boys and grown men that she had dated when she lived in New York City, where she lived, before she was shipped off by her parents who didn't give two fucks about her. Her grandma took her in, but only after she agreed to the rules that her Grams insisted on. She would go with her every Sunday and Wednesday to church. She would clean up her life, attend school, and focus on college. Jen rolled her eyes at all the Bible thumping bull shit, but went in order to keep the peace and appease her grandmother.
Feeling her pussy dripping, she focused on her thumb rolling over her sensitive clit, and put two fingers herself. As she finger-fucked herself, she began to focus on what Dawson would look like naked. She wondered how big Dawson's dick was? Did he know what to do with it? Could he fuck her like she needed to be fucked? She knew that she'd have to teach him how to eat her pussy to pleasure her. That, she knew was something that could be taught. But, fucking, was innate. You either were good at it, or not. It wasn't just pushing a dick into a hole. It wasn't about just the dude pumping and dumping a load into a girl. It was about the guy paying attention to make sure she cums as well. It was about the pace, the length of stroking inside her pussy, the angle of the penis, and other factors to make a great fuck. Her last lover was the best she had had. He was one of her dad's best friends. He knew how to please a woman. She had never cum so many times when having sex before him. She missed him. She missed that cock. She missed the way it filled her pussy up better than any dick she had ever had. She knew that she was going to have to get fucked soon, or she would go fucking crazy. She was willing to bang the dark- haired boy if that want it meant so she could get the blonde-haired boys' cock. She would do it. It wasn't the first time she had been gang banged, and it wouldn't be the last.
She was a little hazy on the details, there was alcohol involved and probably drugs too. The first was a party she went to in middle school that was being thrown by a high school boy she liked. He was cute and hung. She woke up in a strange bathroom, hugging a toilet, and with a condom leaking a lot of cum out of her pussy on the floor where she passed out. Then there was the high school parties where members of the football, basketball, and baseball teams all used her and passed her along. She was getting what she wanted--- cock, and lots of it. She used those guys more than she was being used. Then, there was a frat party last summer that she was invited to by this cute guy. She remembered going and drinking, then she passed out. She would wake up every once-in- a- while as a different guy or guys were on top of her fucking one, two, or all of her holes as the same time. When she finally came too, she was half dressed with blanket wrapped around her and instructions on how to take the morning after pill. She noticed the first pill was missing, and the note said to take the next at 9:30 pm. She pulled the blanket tight around her, and needed to get home. As she stood up, her whole body ached. Luckily, she realized she wasn't too far from home, hailed a cab and got home.
Once home, she stripped and got into her bathtub to soak. Her pussy was fucked raw, her ass felt like it had been ripped open by a bomb, her throat was sore, and her jaw ached. She knew that she had been raped. But, no one would believe her. She didn't know any of the guys. She went there on her own, no one forced her to this party. The press exposure of going public would destroy her parents and their careers, which is all they ever cared about. She was the trophy kid. Brought out to be paraded around at charity events and business dinners to show what good and descent people her parents were. This was her life as a society kid, and she hated it. She played the game, but plotted each rebellion, each fuck that would horrify her parents. That's how she got caught by her mom as she fucked her dad's best friend and business partner. Of course, she was blamed. She was the fucking slut would open her legs to any cock she saw. She was only 14 at the time. He was 40. Her parents, quietly, sent her away to live with her grandma that they never cared to visit. She was shunned, he was still on the golf course drinking beers with her dad planning the next business opportunity. Fuck them, and fuck this god forsaken hell hole she was shipped off to. She was determined to get what she wanted, when she wanted it. She would use all of her society charm, good graces, manners, and customs to achieve it.
She was her own woman now. She would have to look after herself, because no one else would. She would fuck these boys and use them before she could be used. The power of sex would be hers and hers alone. Fuck feelings. This is about her being assertive and beating boys and men at their own game. She would get everything she wanted and needed. Her first need and want was this blonde-haired boy that she would make a man of. He would be putty in her hands. She would fuck him silly, then throw him away. She needed Dawson's dick deep within. She wanted and needed Dawson her mind was made up. At that realization, the waves of her orgasm swept over her and came crashing down around her as her cum shot out of pussy. She fell asleep exhausted and resolute that Dawson Leery would be her first of many conquests. With that she fell asleep with a huge smile on her face.