I slept like a lamb all night. I had no sexy dreams, wet or dry. I awoke feeling energized. Yes my morning erection greeted the sunny, but chilly day, proof that my supremely satisfying ejaculation hadn't ended my horniness forever. I went off to work, today was a rare busy one. It seemed some VIPs from the main branch were visiting and work piled up on my desk and left me looking very importantly busy. It also kept me from dwelling on my appointment at the "Institute" this evening.
Finally the day of work ended. I found my vehicle in the company car park and headed across town to the Mayfair area and parked quite near the large city mansion, a small sign at the gate related that it had been "erected" in 1860. A long time to wait to wank. I went through the same routine and shortly presented myself at the big front door. It was flung open by Mr. Morgan, a bit smile on his face, but I was dismayed to hear him say, "Can I help you." I realized that he had forgotten me. I stuttered out an explanation and he laughed and giggled merrily.
"Oh, do pardon me fella. It must have been my brother Adam. You see we are identical. There is Adam, Brock and Charles. You met Charles. Note mum named us A, B, C, for ready reference." Then he laughed or brayed for a while until he pulled himself together. "Oh yes follow me to the elevator, the others are waiting for you before starting."
The elevator was barely large enough for two and we were thrown into unwanted intimacy during the slow, bumpy ride upstairs. At last the door slid open and a foyer attractively furnished with Queen Anne period furniture was revealed. "This way please." We then stopped in front of a closed door. Brock knocked a peculiar rhythm, almost an African beat. It must have been a signal. The door was opened by a mirror imagine. I imaged this was Charles, but then another copy of Brock appeared, Adam. They were truly identical triplets, but on closer observation there was slight differences. Brock was slightly heavier than the other two, Brock had a small birthmark on his forehead in the shape of the British Isles. Adam was unmarked, but of course I did not see his naked body.
There were two other gentlemen in the room, sitting on a leather couch. A large couch that went from wall-to-wall and could seat six without difficulty. One chap was extremely tall. I would guess almost seven feet, but his body was in proportion. I wondered what sort of prick he must sport if the old saw that big feet mean big meat as his feet must have been size sixteen at least. The other fellow was a bit older than the rest of us. He was a powerful looking guy sporting a full black beard.
"Mr. Knowles, meet Jack. Jack this bearded wonder is here for his second day of instruction, as are you. Next to him is Wally. This is Wally's fourth lesson. He is having some difficulty, but the rest of us believe that he is enjoying our company so much that he is reluctant to strike out on his own."
A nodded to each of the tyro wankers and took a seat between them. Two of the triplets excused themselves and left, I believe my original friend Brock was the one there. As I waited for something to happen I glanced around the room. There were hand lettered signs such as you might find in a schoolroom. They were placed high up around the perimeter. I am not sure I can remember more than a few but the read: "No bodily contact, no touching another student." "The trip is as important as the destination, slow is better." "Don't fall into the trap, a wank ought not to be quicker than a fuck."
Brock stood in front of us. Each of you has signed a permission slip to allow filming of your activities. We took advantage of that in the case of Jim Knowles. The named gentleman started and let out a long "no". But then the fifty-foot TV screen lit up and there was Jim, sitting on a commode, his cock in hand. What a hairy fellow he was. His chest was covered with long hair that extended to his groin and almost obscured his smallish, fat prick. He had the look of great concentration as he suddenly pulled his legs up and placed his feet on the wall, upending himself. The screen snapped off.
"I am interrupting this to explain about a book you will be receiving, it is called "The Kama Sutra for Masturbators." The position assumed by Jim was position six. It is very effective for putting pressure on the genital area. Let's go back to the hidden camera."
The audio perfectly caught Jim's groaning and puffing. We could see his cock, foreskin pulled back, piss slit dropping pre cum to his mouth held open like a baby bird being fed. I thought had he wished he were a slim fellow, and could self-suck. In any event, with a supreme groan his cock began to spew copiously and most made it toward his mouth. His big tongue lapped it up and he smacked his lips. We applauded him. He blushed.
Brock said, "Don't be embarrassed. I have hidden camera shots of you two as well." Next came the big guy. The opening shot showed him on his knees and elbows, at least one elbow. The other hand was very busy. His slim, shapely ass was directly at the camera and his asshole seemed to be kissing the air. Soon he reached around and in his hand he had a dildo. He inserted the dildo in his ass and began pulling it in and out. The audio revealed his chant of "fuck, fuck" as the device shagged him. We could see his long thin cock hanging just in front of his ball sac. His body was moving slightly in a fuck motion. This continued for a long while and suddenly it screamed. His unattended cock began to spew wildly like an unmanned fire hose.
"Position three," muttered Brock.
My own cock was stiff and aching. I rubbed it to ease it and I could see that the other two men were similarly affected. Brock's excitement was hard to see as he wore a long shirt that covered his crotch area, but the slight hoarseness in his speech gave him away.
"Okay, clothes off!"
We each got up slowly and I noted that we timed our undressing so that we were in unison. First the shoes, then the socks, followed by shirts, pants and then we almost counted as the under shorts were dropped. Wally's long organ certainly certified the big feet adage, and while Jim's cock was shorter and fatter, it's ruddy color made it seem more intimate and sexy.
"Take hold and stimulate yourself to a strong erection."
The three of us used our own familiar way to bring about a good hard cock. There was the sound of skin on skin and the heavy breathing filling the room.
"You will note that as the blood rushes to your groin area that your concentration narrows to that area and your brain has slipped to a lower level of consciousness. You will note that your eyes seem heavy, almost sleepy."
I stroked the back of my balls and gently glided along my cock shaft, avoiding heavy stroking at this point. I was deeply into my own sensations but I could see with peripheral that Jim was giving his balls a lot of attention, pulling them sharply. That wouldn't work for me. Wally unleashed his A-Bomb as he leaned down his long flexible body and enveloped his cock head in his sucking mouth. The lips smacking sounds were exciting to me. I could see his pink tongue lashing out and licking his cock head. As his penis elongated, and his back relaxed to a greater bend, he was able to reach down and swallow half of his long cock. His eyes were closed in ecstasy. Bill saw it too and he stared and began heavy shagging, forgetting the admonishment to go slow. I tried with difficulty not to try to cum. I was sure brimming with pre cum.
I checked the clock. We had been at this delicious activity for over 15 minutes. I know that I had never lasted that long. In the office, when I did a furtive wank, it was over in three minutes. I was always afraid someone would surprise me.
"Okay gentlemen, you have passed the quarter hour and you may now increase your stroking and accomplish an ejaculation. I am handling out warm wet towels to clean your up and a large towel to catch your offerings. Go!"
The room was filled with moans and gasps. Bill was first to succumb. He shouted that he was "fucking cumming" and his hips rose from the couch and he spew long ropes of cum into the waiting towel. I followed him. I didn't achieve the tremendous load I had the first time, but it was more than I usually delivered. The force of the sensation caused me to black out a moment, but I came to and wiped myself up. Meanwhile, tall Wally was still sucking and moaning. We watched him. Finally Jim tapped him on the shoulder, "Do you need help friend."
"Oh no," he said, "I came some time ago, I was just having a little desert and I don't need a cleanup. I did it naturally."
We got dressed and the door opened and one of the triplets, I'm not sure which one came in with a tea trolley and small sandwiches. We spent a companionable hour together. Finally I asked a question. "Does the institute object to students socializing outside of school?"
The two guys looked at me, as one of the Watsons replied. "No objection. Who were you thinking about?"
"Actually, any one of my instructors."
The two students laughed at this and but Watson looked worried. "I'm afraid not. We must maintain our professionalism."
"You mean you don't fancy a student sometimes?"
"I do, in fact there is one here I would very much like to get it on with, as the Americans say."
We all begged to know which one.
"I'll never tell. But that chap was so exciting to me that I ejaculated when he did."
It'll have to remain a puzzle, but Jim and Wally and I met a few times at a local pub and tried to figure out who the student might be. We never found out or guessed correctly
End.