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Part 55: Guest(s)
There are many times in your life when you're surprised to see someone. Jeff saying someone was visiting had left me guessing. After half and hour or so he'd tossed me a shiny tracksuit, leather gloves and told me to get changed. My obvious assumption was that it would be Dean who was paying a visit to us.
All dressed up the doorbell went and I was instructed to go and answer. Dear story, I can't adequately describe what happened in the following minutes. It was indeed Dean. Dressed identically to me. What happened in a spark, a flash was a outpouring of sheer lust! We were all over each other. Hungry for each other. That sweet taste of him taking me right back to that first groping at the gay night months before. Fuck did he taste incredible.
Jeff described it later as an incredible site to behold. `You were all over each other. The hands, the smearing of your mouths, but it was the deep inhaling of each other's scent that was so hot. Like you were learning how each other smelt again'.
Jeff wasn't wrong. That's exactly what we were doing. We'd parted a little in the second semester. Dean wasn't keeping an eye out for me as Jeff hadn't been impressed in how he'd treated me, driven me dangerously to an `Ultra' state but with little understanding what he was doing.
"Well looks like you two are happy to see each other again" came a line from Jeff. Dean and I looking back, drool spilling from both of our mouths.
There was a yearning within me to let Dean rutt me in the hallway but that was never happening. Jeff indicated that we follow him into the living room. He flipped out his cock. "Now, play nicely".
I was first on. The salty head of Jeff's cock slipping into my mouth as I kept my eyes open looking straight at Dean. He was grinning back at me. Licking his lips and ready to join in. We shared so many experiences over the last few months and after a period separated this felt so special. His grin was a million dollars, his ears studded with fake diamond. I pulled off Jeff with a `pop' and offered the greasy cock. Dean dived on.
He looked deep into my eyes as he caused Jeff to moan and groan with pleasure. The noises demonstrating how his tongue was working overtime on Jeff's cock. His eyes sparkled with a `he's mine at the moment bitch' look that made me insanely jealous so I snuck underneath and started to eat at Jeff's full, heavy balls, Dean's drool drooping onto my forehead.
Dean came off and pushed me on. The combined taste of his spit and Jeff being heaven. A combo of sweet and musk. "Right down that throat cunt slut" Dean groaned "all the way in".
I started to gag, splutter, the spit shooting from the side of my mouth but Dean held me on firm. "Oh my god you look so much better with cock in your mouth. `Cos, to be honest most of the time you look totally vapid".
Dean's nasty verbal made my leather jock under my trakkies start to bulge. As he released me I actually threw up a little. Just throat gunge but a significant amount.
Armed with his leather gloves he swirled his hand in it and then aggressively smeared my face. Jeff laughed "that's it. Smear and mark the piggy up". Dean reached for another scoop and added more to my face.
By the time I reopened my eyes a couple of seconds later another guest had arrived and it stunned me!
"Oh sorry SlutFag, I meant `guests'" was Jeff's reply to my obvious sudden confusion.
Stood, leaning against the living room doorway looking as cool as anything stood Amy.
If you don't remember Amy she was the fellow student that didn't think that I existed. Who'd met me in my room, been munched out by me. I'd also spilled my sex life story to her but not slept with her when `the offer' was made.
"Afternoon guys. SlutFag. How are you three?". She walked in. Confident, he brown, healed shoes clattering on the floorboards. "seems like the party started early?"
I couldn't compute what was going on and quietly went for Jeff's cock. Taking just beyond the head into my mouth. Dean started to move to remove me from it but Jeff barked "leave him boy. He's a little in shock and is in his `safe space'. Just let him calm himself down"
Like other strange head fuck moments this one was loaded with sensations. I was aware of who I was, I was aware of my context and surroundings, of who everyone was. I just needed to calm down.
Dean ruffled my head "sorry Jeff".
Amy held up her bag. "Where shall I put my stuff".
Jeff instructed her on a guest room. Dean the same. Eventually I slid my head off his cock and looked up. Puppy eyes. "Why are they both here Sir?".
"For Sling Sam, for the Kinkster weekend". I gulped.