After dropping the two young men off at the hospital, I decided to go back home and work on my book. For years people had been asking me to write my memoirs and I had resisted, explaining that the way I had lived my life was hardly an inspiration for others.
I showered quickly then went into my study to sit at my desk and stare at a blank computer screen. While I tried to organize my thoughts to write another chapter, I found that my mind kept wandering back to that boy, Tom, and his completely smooth body. I imagined what he would look like nude, and what his body would feel like next to mine. I was still ashamed that I was so affected by a man who looked like a boy, with his pale skin, beardless face and small slim body. I knew he was an adult, but I couldn't get away from the fact that he looked about 14. I was astonished that my own body had betrayed my interest when I saw his hard cock outlined in his black biker shorts. I had never had that kind of reaction to a minor, and certainly had never touched a minor's buttocks before. The fact that he wasn't a minor after all was a relief, but still didn't make me feel any better about myself. I had thought he was a minor, and I lusted after him anyway. The memory of his cum dripping from the shorts onto the gravel just wouldn't leave my mind. I wanted to see more.
After a few hours, with only six pages done on the book, I gave up and got dressed to go out and get some dinner. I went to Le P_____ and gorged myself on sautéed trout (two servings), haricots verts and a delightful berry tart and went through three bottles of a pretty good Chablis while flirting with the pretty French Canadian waitress. She seemed to be pretty interested, but the third bottle had pretty much spoiled any plans for that night. I stumbled home, undressed leaving my clothes scattered between the front door and my upstairs bedroom and immediately fell asleep.
Sunday morning it was cloudy, cool and drizzling. I rose and went down to the kitchen to start some coffee and was surprised to find that it was 11:00. I'm getting too old for all that drinking, I thought. While I was getting ham and eggs out of the fridge I heard the doorbell. Mumbling to myself I went to the front hall, grabbing a robe from the hat rack next to the front door. When I opened the door II stepped back in astonishment. There was Tom with two friends standing there expectantly. "Why aren't you dressed," asked Tom. "We're here to take you to brunch as a thank you for your help." Stunned, I just stared at them. Tom was, it turned out, about 5'10 inches tall, wearing a windbreaker and Navy watch cap over his short cut-off jeans and sandals. His cut-offs were torn in the crotch and I could see his left ball through the hole. His knee was bandaged professionally and he was on crutches. His friend Phil was a little shorter, with thick dark hair and a plaid shirt over long baggy jeans and bare feet. The third person there was the French Canadian waitress I had been flirting with the night before.
She was about 5' tall, long black hair tied in a pony tail in the back. She was wearing very little makeup, and what was there was slightly streaked from the drizzle,. She was wearing a tight tank top, white, with no rain gear, and the most charming mini skirt I had ever seen. I could see, in the front, just a hint of lace panties above her long slim legs, and she was also wearing sandals. She looked absolutely stunning with a slim waist, broad hips and a pair of boobs which showed plainly beneath her wet white tank top. I saw that she had pink nipples which were standing up like pencil erasers in the cool air. I remembered her name was Jeannette, and I doubly regretted the third bottle of wine last night.
"I--I was just starting to m-make some breakfast," I stuttered.
"Put it in the fridge," said Tom as he gently pushed past me into the front hall. "By the way, I'm Tom G_' and this is Phil, who you may remember from yesterday. And this is our girl friend Janey, who hangs with us and gives the best blow job in the county. Can we come in?"
"Uh, yeah, come on in. I'll make us some omelettes." I couldn't take my eyes off Janey's nipples, and quickly turned away to hide my growing erection.
"You sure? We were going to take you out for breakfast."
"Absolutely. I've already put on the coffee, and I have eggs and stuff already out."
"Well, OK, but we'd rather treat you."
"Maybe there's something else you could do," I thought to myself as I turned toward the kitchen.
"Hey, how come you have so many robes?" Phil asked, eyeing my hat rack. I had at least six there, and remembered where I bought each of them - from Kyoto to South Africa.
"I'm a home nudist, and keep them there to answer the door. I get a lot of packages," I replied.
"Home nudist? Wow. I've never met a nudist before."
"Only at home," I answered. "I don't get naked in public any more. I am a little too old for that."
"Nah," Phil said. "I've seen your hardon. It's very impressive."
"Not when it's soft. And I have a lot of scars, which people get too curious about."
"Interesting," said Phil as I turned again and walked into the kitchen. I got out some more ham and some cheese and green peppers to make the omellettes. When I turned around to ask how they took their coffee, they weren't behind me. "Oh, great," I thought. "Now they're probably snooping in my books. What have I gotten myself into?"
Quickly I walked back to the front hall and was surprised to find the three of them standing stark naked by the front door, hanging their clothes on the hat rack. Tom was even more beautiful than I had thought. His skin was so pale you could see the blue veins in his arms and the slight depression at the base of his sternum which to me spoke of heart problems. His dick, which I had only seen through his bike shorts, was as long and thick as I thought, although it was soft. His balls were tight up against that dick, but large enough to make my mouth water. No pubic hair, no chest hair, no hair anywhere. His head was as bald and slick as the head of a cock, and his shoulders wide and strong, all of it covered by what looked like a small layer of baby fat.
Phil, on the other hand, was awesome - well defined muscles, six pack abs, a mat of thick hair on his chest which blended into a treasure trail toward his lush pubes surrounding a cock that had to be five inches soft and balls which hung down almost as far as his dick. Slim hips and strong legs covered crotch to ankles with soft black hair.
.But Janey, or Jeannette as I remembered, was the star.
She was breathtaking. Slim but firm shoulders, high full tits, soft enough to show some very slight sag underneath, nipples which begged to be sucked. Her ribs could just be seen topping a waist that couldn't be more than 19 inches swelling into hips that were rounded and smooth and blended seamlessly into the most beautiful legs I had ever seen. Between those legs hung a porn star cock and balls swinging heavily as she turned toward me. A tranny! I'd seen them in magazines and actually jerked off to more than one, smearing cum on their photos and imagining what it would be like to fuck an ass while fondling tits. I'd done that more than once, but never on the same person. I had trouble catching my breath and double checked my robe to make sure the sash was tied.
"You OK with this?" asked Tom. "We are usually naked at home too, but we're a little bashful when friends come over. At least until we've had a couple of drinks."
"Uh, yeah," I said. "Whatever makes you comfortable."
"You should get naked too," said Phil. "You don't want us to feel under-dressed."
"Um, no," I answered. "But don't feel embarrassed if I keep my robe on. I'm still too old and believe me you don't want to see the scars. And I'm a little soft around the middle."
"Not where it counts," said Janey, eyeing the tented robe. "You look like you could handle all of us at once."
"Well," I said, winking slightly. "There is one advantage to getting older. I can go all night without cumming and make sure that everyone has been taken care of before I shoot my load. Interested?"
"Oh, yes," each of them said at once. "We were hoping you would feel like that."
So I slipped off my robe and let it fall to the floor. My own cock was standing proudly straight out, the only erection in the room. Immediately Janey dropped to her knees and began fondling my balls while her tongue explored the tip, leaving a trail of saliva around it and some of it dripping slowly to the floor.
"Not now," I hastily pulled her to her feet and as she stood up my cock brushed briefly against hers. What a feeling! She stepped back and looked hungrily at my 10 inches, blushing slightly and looking abashed.
"Please don't be offended. I just couldn't wait. Tom and Phil told me what you had, and I just had to have some for myself."
"No, no," I answered. "It's just that there are far more comfortable places to do this. But wouldn't you like some breakfast first? Or at least some coffee. I could certainly use some. I'm a little the worse for wear after last night"
"Coffee? I'd rather just have the cream, if you know what I mean."
"Well, if you insist," I said, and spread my legs a little so she could fondle my balls while she sucked me. She immediately dropped again to her knees and began sucking mightily, jacking my dick and squeezing my balls while she made small guttural sounds. She took it all, and the tightness of her throat and the expert caresses to my balls made me cum almost immediately. I shot round after round into her warm slick throat, so much so that some began leaking around her lips and oozed slowly down her chin to drop heavily onto the hardwood floor. Tom and Phil watched amazed, and their own cocks began swelling quickly until by now I had the only soft cock in the room.