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Cale requested I meet him at his house on Saturday to discuss the video he'd made of me and Ollie. I told him, sure, but I wondered what he was actually up to. I didn't exactly trust the guy. When I knocked on his door, he opened it and ushered me to the living room, where I sat down on the couch and tried not to get hard thinking about all the stuff we'd done on that exact furniture in that exact room a couple weeks earlier.
"So you're probably wondering why I gave that video to Campbell," Cale said, taking a seat next to me. It was awkward because I really had to crane my neck to look at him.
"Yeah," I said.
Cale smiled. It was like seeing a lawyer smile. "Because I knew the two of you would have fun."
"Oh really?" I said. I was doubtful.
He shrugged. "Well, did you?"
The day after I blew him in his office, I met Mr. Campbell in a classroom that'd been damaged by a flood and had been locked up, unused, and he fucked me against the wall while I stared at a map of North America that was covered in little mold spots. The next day I sat on his desk in his office and jerked off while fingering my own asshole and he stood over me and stroked his own cock until he came all over my face. The day after that he had me sit under his desk and suck his dick while he had a meeting with another student. The day after that, he was busy all day. Then the day after that, Friday, we went back to the abandoned classroom and as he was fucking me, he stopped, stuck a finger into my ass, and fingered me as he fucked me. I didn't mind it at all. We did have fun.
"Maybe," I said.
"Nice," Cale said. "He and I used to have fun, too."
"Oh."
"I like to help my friends," Cale said.
"For money?" I said. It seemed like the logical question to ask.
Cale laughed. "Do I look like I need money?" He motioned to the gigantic house around him. "No, I just like to help people...connect."
"Okay." I was rock hard now, of course, thinking about Mr. Campbell, and, I'll be honest, looking at Cale and thinking of everything Cale had done to me. I leaned over, slightly, like I was deep in thought, instead of trying to hide my erection.
"So you're probably wondering why I called you here."
"Yeah," I said.
"It's not because of the video."
"Okay," I said, not really caring about the video in the slightest. I wouldn't feel embarrassed or ashamed if it got out somehow. It was hot. And I looked hot in it. But I figured Cale wanted to feel like he had some power over me, so I decided I'd let him run wherever he wanted with it.
"I have another friend," Cale said. "Henry. And when Henry was about your age, he lost his virginity to a guy who was about thirty years older than he was, and it is amongst his fondest memories. Being broken in. Educated, if you will."
I nodded. "Sure."
"And now he wants to pay that forward to another young man, such as yourself."
"I'm obviously not a virgin, Cale."
"No," he said laughing. "But you could pretend to be. How's your asshole?"
"What?"
"I mean is it nice and tight, or have Campbell and Manny been stretching it out."
I thought about it. "Campbell's had the flu for a week so he hasn't been in school-" which was too bad because I really, really enjoyed getting plowed by my own principal "-and Manny's joined a band and they practice all the time after school so I've just been blowing him in his car in the mornings."
Cale nodded. "Nice. Manny still in love?"
"Seems like."
"I'm probably going to have to check myself, just to be sure."
"That Manny's still in love?"
"That your ass is nice and tight. Pull your pants down."
I pulled them right off and dropped them in the space between the sofa and the coffee table.
Cale unzipped the fly of his jeans and pulled them down around his ass. He was now sitting on the couch with his dick straight up in the air. He nodded to it - no words, no instructions - just a nod. I understood and got on all fours on the couch. I took his dick in my hand and licked the slit at the end of it, then all around the head, underneath the rim, then up and down the shaft, lapping it up. It tasted good.
I took the whole thing in my mouth and started bobbing up and down on it. It felt nice to be of service. I loved dick. I wanted to taste every dick in the world.
Sure enough, after a minute or so, I felt Cale's finger push into my asshole, then pull out, then push in again, rhythmically fingering me as I sucked him off.
"You're getting to be pretty good at this," he said. "Though I guess you've had a lot of practice."
I mumbled an mm-hmm around his dick.
"How many dicks have you sucked by now, Nate?"
Cale, Manny, Campbell, Ollie. I had one hand holding me up on the couch and the other was wrapped around Cale's balls, but I removed that one and held up four fingers.
"Uh-huh. And how many dicks in your ass?"
Cale, Manny, Campbell. I held up three fingers.
"Those numbers are going to go up tomorrow when you meet Henry. You excited?"
I mumbled another mm-hmm around the cock that was filling my mouth.
I was almost deliriously horny at this point. Cale's finger made me want two fingers in my ass, then maybe three. But what I really wanted was his dick inside of me. Just take it out of my mouth and jump on it, before he even knew what was happening. But he was right. If I was going to pretend to be a virgin for this Henry person, it had to be nice and tight.
"You want my cum, don't you Nate," Cale said.
Mm-hmm!
"You want to swallow my load."
Mm-hmm!
"What would your boyfriend think if he saw you now."
I hadn't really thought of it. I hadn't ever really given much thought to the idea of Manny as my actual boyfriend. It always seemed like a hypothetical. Like a joke I was in on and Manny wasn't. What would he say?
"Get ready," Cale said, and my thoughts of Manny disappeared as wave after wave of hot jizz filled my mouth. Mmm mmm mmm. I swallowed and swallowed again. I swallowed a third time. Cale must've been saving it up.
Cale pulled his finger out of me and started doing up his jeans. "Sorry I couldn't fuck you this time," he said. "Next time, when you don't have other obligations, I'll graciously put my dick in your ass."
"Thanks," I said.
"Oh wait, you haven't gone," he said, looking at my dick as I was pulling my pants up. He was right - I hadn't blown my load, I hadn't even jerked off while I sucked Cale. I just dripped precum and blew the guy. I was about ready to explode.
"Well, you're not allowed to cum here," he said. "You'll have to do that at home."
"Sure thing," I said. I zipped up my pants and buckled my belt.
"Unless..." Cale said.
I stopped. "What?"
"If you let me film you on my phone, I'll let you jerk off."
"Okay," I said. I started undoing my belt.
"All your clothes off," Cale said.
I did as I was told. Pretty soon I was completely naked, standing in the middle of the living room, stroking myself with one hand. Cale was standing in front of me, holding up his phone, recording me. He walked behind me as I stroked. "Now open your asshole a little bit with your other hand." I did as he said and looked behind me. He moved the phone toward my hole. Zooming in. After a moment, he stood in front of me again.
"Alright, now say `I love to suck dick,'" Cale instructed.
"I love to suck dick," I said.
"Say `I love getting fucked in the ass.'"
"I love getting fucked in the ass," I said. I was about ready to blow my load.
"Say `I want you to fuck me so bad.'"
"I want you to fuck me so bad, Cale."
"Don't say Cale," he said. "Say it again."
"I want you to fuck me so bad." Soon as the words were out of my mouth, I came, giant loads shooting onto Cale's living room rug. I hunched forward, one hand on my knee, as my other hand jerked the last bits of jizz right out of me.
"Perfect," Cale said, putting his phone away.