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Story by GSC
The kitchen was in darkness and something made him stop dead still, his hand on the light switch. In the reflection of the glass in the living room door he could see that the boys were watching film 378. He recognised the tacky music and the ecstatic face of the young sailor being shafted by his captain. He crept up to the door and rested his head against the frame as he peered in.
Stuart and Paul were sitting transfixed on the sofa, lager cans poised at their mouths, which were hung open. Dean was slouched in the armchair, his legs dangling over one arm. He wore only the damp towel and was swigging casually from a can. None of them noticed Steve in the doorway as he stood silently, his heart now racing. He waited for a reaction of disgust from the students. None came and he shifted his position so as to make a noise and let them know he was there. Stuart turned to see him and shuffled up toward Paul indicating that Steve should sit with them. He did, stretching out his legs so his feet almost touched the armchair where Dean sat. The action continued on the screen with the young sailor being forced to suck on the captain’s cock while he was straddled in his bunk. No one spoke and Steve wondered what would happen next. Paul passed his roll up along to Stuart who handed it to Steve without taking his eyes from the screen. Steve took the cigarette and realised it was a joint. He didn’t object, in fact he found he reassuring that the lads already trusted him enough to smoke dope in his house. He took two great drags before passing it on to Dean who took it from him with a wink.
‘Fuck I’ve got a hard on that needs some attention,’ Dean said and three pairs of eyes travelled to where the hard on was raising his towel. ‘Anyone want to help me out here?’
Stuart and Paul both looked at Steve who ignored their gaze and continued to watch the video. Then the two boys looked at each other. Paul knew that this was his opportunity to influence the older guy. Perhaps if he started something then Steve would join in and eventually he could get his mouth around his cock. Before he had a chance to move however Stuart had slipped to the floor and was on all fours in front of the armchair, waiting like an obedient puppy wanting to be fed. Paul watched as the stocky guy swung his legs either side of Stuart and lifted his towel revealing a hard, thick shaft of meat.
Stuart’s head went down and obscured his view and his eyes wandered to where Steve’s crotch was showing a throbbing bulge. Paul didn’t know whether he should make a move or not but knew that if he didn’t take this chance he would regret it. Slowly he reached out a hand and let it rest on Steve’s jogging bottoms. He felt the man’s thigh was hot beneath the material and he inched his fingertips closer to growing pole. Steve put his hand over the boy’s and lifted it clear. Placing it gently on the sofa he looked across to the student’s face, which suddenly displayed frustration and embarrassment.
He stood up, winked at Paul and nodded in the direction of the kitchen. Paul followed him through the darkness and onto the stairs. His hand was taken again and he was lead down into the studio where no light penetrated. In the pitch black he felt the man’s arms wrap around his body and felt rough stubble against his smooth cheek. He searched for the mouth and found it, his tongue exploring quickly in case the moment did not last. The man pulled him close and he could feel the stiff cock press against his belly as the man stood over him. Hands fumbled for his belt and he felt his jeans unbuttoned, they were pushed down and the large hands grabbed and pulled at his arse cheeks. He grabbed back and felt Steve’s firm backside through the joggers.
Not content with this Paul slid his hands beneath them and moaned with pleasure at the feel of the hair that covered the manly arse. Then the man’s hands were inside his boxers and he could feel them rough against his smooth cheeks. They slid to the front and one grasped his rock hard cock while the other pushed the shorts away, freeing the boy’s balls and letting cool air rush around them. Then he was being pushed to his knees and the man’s big cock was brushing against his face. He tugged at the joggers and freed it, sending it slapping up under his chin. He put both hands around the shaft, gasping in awe at the thought that there was still some of the cock uncovered and his mouth searched for the head. In the darkness he could hear Steve’s heavy breathing and from upstairs he could hear the floorboards creak and the other two guys got on with what ever they were doing.
He opened his mouth as wide as it would go and soon Steve’s entire length was filling his throat, banging against the back and causing him to gag. He gripped tighter to the hairy arse cheeks and rammed the man towards him wanting to feel his soft pubic hair against his nose and the low hanging balls against his chin. He heard footsteps outside the room and the sound of someone feeling their way in. He didn’t care. He’d wanted this to happen since yesterday morning, he never dreamed it would come so quickly. Someone was standing beside him and another cock was being thrust into his face. Reluctantly he let go of Steve’s massive tool and took hold of the other. It was fat and tasted of spit. It was Dean. With one hand on each of the two guys before him he went to work. He sucked in on the wide cock as he pulled away from it and ran his tongue under it as he pushed back. He could hear the straight guy moaning with pleasure on each thrust and waited for him to come. He was interrupted for a second time.
Someone else was standing next to him. It had to be Stuart and he remembered every detail of his cock from the shower he had witnessed the other night. Eagerly he let go of Dean and took Stuart’s long shaft in his mouth. As he sucked gratefully on it he rubbed his hands over the smooth legs and realised that Stuart was naked. He did not have time to picture what he looked like however as someone was standing him up. His shirt was taken off and he kicked off his trainers while someone else pulled him free of his jeans. No sooner were they off than someone was taking his cock into their mouth. Another pair of hands reached down to fondle his balls and he felt a pair of lips chewing on his ear. Someone was running their hands across his bottom and he felt a finger probe into his hole. Someone took one of his nipples into their mouth and sucked hard on it. His cock was swelling and who ever was sucking him was giving him the best blow he had experienced.
The kissing moved from his ear to his other nipple, now two guys were chewing his tits and one was sucking his cock, one of them was also forcing two fingers into his arse and he felt his legs about to give way. One of the guys on his nipples pulled away and Paul heard short gasping noises. He couldn’t tell who it was who and this thrilled him more. Someone was about to come and he reached out to grab at whatever he could find. He felt someone’s balls in his hand and he squeezed them gently. The moaning increased and he felt the balls tighten before a hot slash of cum splattered on his stomach making him gasp. The fingers in his arse started pumping harder and he could feel himself about to erupt.
Another shot of juice landed on his thigh amid a moan from who ever was fingering him and he was yanked towards that person. His cock exploded and he saw white specks of light flash before his eyes as he filled a mouth with spurt after spurt of hot juice. His cock was released but the fingers in his arse still kept him upright. The guy who had been blowing him now stood in front of him and he could smell alcohol as the guy panted and growled before covering his chest and his sore nipples with a heavy wash of cum. The panting and gasping quietened and the four bodies broke apart. Steve could not believe what had just happened but wanted it to happen again.
Someone whispered, ‘shit that was good,’ it sounded like Stuart but had been said almost inaudibly as if the speaker did not want to betray their true feelings and was afraid of being the first to speak. Someone else agreed and Steve thought it was o.k. to break up the party. He left the room and turned on the stair light. From the spill it created he could see back into the basement. His three students stood there breathing quickly and looking at him.
Dean and Stuart passed him and ran upstairs while Paul took his time pulling on his jeans. Steve stopped him from doing up the belt and, instead, did it for him.
‘After all,’ he said, ‘this is where I started.’ The boy grabbed him, pulled him close and kissed him full on the mouth before breaking away.
‘Hope we can do this again sometime,’ said Paul.
‘I’m sure we can arrange something,’ Steve smiled back and kissed the boy in return.
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