Corey made him cum five more times during that drive, each load thicker and heavier than the last, the new size and stamina turning Kota into an endless fountain the femboy happily swallowed or let spill across his chin and chest.
The first orgasm hit after twenty minutes of steady, deep bobbing, Kota's hips jerking up as thick ropes flooded Corey's throat.
The second came twenty minutes later when Corey casually switched to long, slow licks along the underside while still scrolling, the piercing in his tongue clicking against the sensitive veins until Kota spilled again with a choked groan.
The third, fourth, and fifth followed in the same lazy pattern — Corey never stopping his scrolling, never pulling off for more than a few seconds to catch his breath, white hair bobbing as he worked the massive cock like it was the most casual morning activity in the world. Cum dripped down his neck, stained his ripped jeans, and pooled on the already messy floorboards among the empty energy drink cans, but Corey just grinned around the shaft and kept going, moaning softly every time a fresh load hit his tongue.
Eventually, after the fifth orgasm left Kota panting and trembling in the reclined seat, Corey pulled off with a wet pop, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and licking the stray cum from his fingers like it was icing. His white hair was a mess, strands sticking to his flushed cheeks, but his eyes were still sparkling with that same mischievous hunger.
"Mmm, I think I've had my fill for now," he said, voice hoarse but satisfied as he tucked Kota's still-half-hard cock back into his pants with surprising gentleness.
"I can drop you off at school if you want. Or… we can make a little detour."
Kota checked his phone, the screen lighting up his exhausted face. It was already 12 PM. School would be ending in just two hours.
"No point," he muttered, locking the phone and shoving it back into his pocket.
"I've already missed most of the day."
Corey's grin widened, sharp and delighted.
"Perfect. Then we're going to the venue. I need to check on the setup for tomorrow's show anyway." He put the van in drive and pulled out into traffic, the black vehicle rumbling forward while Kota reclined the seat again, trying to catch his breath.
The ride to the venue took another stretch of time, the city blurring past the tinted windows in a haze of buildings and stoplights. Corey kept one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching over to give Kota's thigh a teasing squeeze or brush against the front of his pants, but he didn't push for more. Not yet.
When they finally arrived, Corey parked the van in the back lot of the small underground club, the building looking rundown and unassuming from the outside with its blacked-out windows and faded graffiti.
"Stay put, cutie. I'll be quick." He hopped out, white hair catching the midday sun for a second before he disappeared through the side door, leaving Kota alone in the messy van with nothing but the smell of cum, energy drinks, and the faint vanilla of Corey's body spray.
Three hours passed.
Kota had dozed off somewhere in the middle, the exhaustion from the morning finally catching up, but the sound of the van door sliding open jolted him awake.
Corey climbed back in, limping noticeably, his white hair completely ruffled and sticking up in wild directions.
Cum was everywhere, thick white streaks across his cheeks, dripping from his chin, staining his ripped jeans and the front of his shirt, even splattered in his hair like obscene highlights.
He looked thoroughly used, lips swollen, eyes glassy but still carrying that cocky spark as he slid into the driver's seat with a wince.
"Good news," Corey said, voice raspy as he started the engine.
"We got the venue for free. The owner loved my… negotiation skills."
He grinned, wiping a stray rope of cum from his cheek with his thumb and licking it off casually. "Bad news… I sucked a guy so hard he might have to go to the hospital. Think I dislocated something in his dick. Oops."
Kota's jaw dropped, eyes wide as he stared at the cum-covered femboy beside him. "You… what?"
Corey just laughed, pulling out of the lot and heading back toward Kota's apartment.
"Don't worry about it. He'll be fine. Probably. Anyway, I better drop you off before your dad starts asking questions."
The drive back was quiet except for the low hum of the radio and the occasional wet sound as Corey shifted and more cum leaked from somewhere under his clothes. When they finally pulled up to the apartment complex, Corey turned to Kota with a soft, almost sweet smile, white hair still a mess and cum still glistening on his skin.
"Have a beautiful day, cutie," he said, leaning over to give Kota's thigh one last squeeze. "And ice that cock tonight. Because tomorrow we're fucking even harder."
Kota dreaded the idea, the words sending a mix of exhaustion and reluctant heat through him, but his cock didn't feel any fatigue or soreness anymore.
It was already full hard and ready for more fucking tomorrow, throbbing heavily against his pants like it had a mind of its own.
He stepped out of the van without another word, the door sliding shut behind him as Corey drove off with a cheerful wave, leaving Kota standing on the sidewalk with the weight of the day, and the promise of tomorrow, pressing down on him once again.