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SNOOKERED
"Come on, Mark", Bobby Drake said to me as he stood at the door, "Your exams must be over by now, so let's go down the snooker hall and I'll show you how much I've improved since last time we played."
Bobby was a year older than I was and had left school last year and was earning quite good money. My mum had said I couldn't go out until my exams were over because I was too bright to go into a dead end job. I'd taken my last exam a couple of days before and had been knackered the last two days and had spent the time just lolling about. However, Bobby's invitation to go and play snooker was very acceptable, especially as there was no improvement that he could make that would bring him close to my standard. Bobby wore thick glasses and lacked any real hand/eye coordination, but he lived across the street was good to play against and never bore a grudge.
"OK, Bobby. I'll just tell Mum I'm going and then prepare yourself to be thrashed!"
Bobby laughed and waited on the doorstep as I went in to tell my Mum and Grandma that I was off out.
"Don't be late back, Marcus", my Mum said, insisting as always on using my full name.
"OK, Mum, I won't", I replied as I picked up my snooker gear and walked back to the door.
It took us less than five minutes to get to the snooker hall and, as it was still quite early, there were not too many people in there and we easily got a table. I played my first frame for several weeks and beat Bobby easily. He was not that disappointed and seemed pleased that he had at least got some points on the board. By the time we finished a couple of other acquaintances were in the hall and each of them asked if they could have a game with us. I took on each of them and beat them too. One was very poor as Bobby beat him, much to my friend's delight. I did not show off much but I did catch the attention of an older player called Nick French, who wandered over and said,
"Fancy having a game with me? Best of three frames?"
"You're Nick French aren't you? The club's star player", I said, "I'm Mark Silver. I'd be happy to play you but I need a bit of a break and I want to get a drink."
"Yeah, I'm Nick, pleased to meet you, Mark. A short delay is fine with me", Nick said. "How about we start in twenty minutes?" I nodded my agreement to Nick's suggestion. Nick walked away but I could not help noticing that he was good looking, with light brown hair, brown eyes with a bit of a twinkle in them. He was wearing loose fitting jeans and a T-shirt. I went off to get a drink from the machine
I sat with Bobby and we discussed all sorts of things, including Bobby's latest romantic adventure with a girl from his office. We were joined by the other two guys that we had played against earlier and the conversation drifted back to snooker for a while. The drink I had seemed to go straight through me and I needed to take a leak before I started my match against Nick. I walked into the toilets and at first did not notice that there was anyone else in there. However a movement caught my eye and I saw another teenager I vaguely knew, Phil Parsons, standing at the other end of the urinal. Phil looked at me and gave a slight nod and I nodded back. I noticed that he did not seem to be pissing much and the movement of his right arm was gentle but noticeable. I looked again and realised that he was nursing a rock hard cock and was slowly covering and uncovering the head by moving his foreskin backwards and forwards. The sight made my own dick start to harden and this in turn made it hard for me to pee. Phil had noticed my dilemma and moved closer towards me and said,
"That's a good looking cue you've got there. I like the velvet end", Phil said pointing at the exposed head of my short circumcised dick, and then adding, "It must be hard to piss when it's so stiff!!"
I looked at Phil's cock that was now standing proudly out in front of him and replied,
"Your cue looks pretty good too and I rather liked you arm action. But it is difficult as you say trying to piss with a hard-on."
Phil moved even closer and we were about to start feeling each other's erect pricks when we heard the door of the toilets open. Phil jumped away and zipped up quickly went and stood by the washbasins that were just to the right of where I was standing. Two older snooker players came into the toilet and stood at the urinal. I turned away so that my hard dick was pointed an angle so that they could not see it, but fill would still get an eyeful if he wanted one. Phil smiled at me as he washed his hands and said,
"Good luck against Nick. I've watched you play and you're good but I think you'll have your work cut out to beat him."
The thought that I was to play against Nick had all but left my head as I thought about Phil's good-looking rock hard cock. I had not fully admitted to myself that I was gay but I was really attracted to other people's cocks and always got hard when I saw them. I had had a few wanks with friends at school but other than that my sexual experience was limited to self-satisfaction. I had read the odd toilet wall detailing exciting things that could be done but had never had the opportunity to try any of them out for myself. I had come close with Phil, I knew that but the arrival of the two older men had spoiled all that. Furthermore, the remembrance of the upcoming game had made my cock go limp and forced me to concentrate on my game plan. I quickly zipped up, washed my hands and went out to start my first frame against the club's star player.
I walked out of the toilets and saw a largish crowd waiting to watch Nick play against me. I was rather nervous and it showed in the first frame because I made some elementary mistakes and got punished for them. In the end I lost the frame by a large margin. Nick was a good player and had a number of strengths but I wondered if he was over-confident and that this might be a weakness I could exploit. The second frame was much tighter and after Nick missed a difficult pot, I sneaked in and pinched the frame. We were all square going into the final frame and the crowd was getting larger but my nerves were more under control. The final frame was very tense and we both made simple errors. Our scores were never that far apart until I made an error and Nick looked as though he would clean up but he, too, missed a pot and I was back in the frame, although I could not win it without a snooker. I decided on a plan that kept people guessing. I cleared up all the open balls and then manoeuvred the remaining balls so that I could try for a snooker. The balls were quite well placed and some in the crowd thought I had left it too late, showing my inexperience. This wasn't the case and Nick and the others were surprised when I got him the tightest snooker possible. The cue ball was right tight on the black and he had to hit the ball away from the object ball and off several cushions and then back up the table to make any kind of contact. Nick's first attempt was good but missed by a long way and I got my points and asked him to play again. The second time he hit the object ball but it rolled close to the pocket and I was able to clean up and win the frame. The first to congratulate me was Nick,
"That was great snooker!! I thought you didn't know what you were doing but you did for me fair and square. Well done!!"
Nick put his arms around me and hugged me close to him and I thought that I could feel something hard pushing against me from his groin area but it was difficult to be certain.
I was really chuffed with myself and was surrounded by other people anxious to congratulate me so I broke away. When I looked at my watch and realised it was nearly time to go. I thanked Nick and told him I had to leave and he said that was fine but asked me for my phone number as there was something he wanted to ask me. I spent the rest of the evening wondering what Nick might want, but he did not call me that night. I went to bed at my usual time and my best friend rose to the occasion and I began a nice slow wank replaying the near miss in the toilets with Phil and imagining myself with Nick. Was it really his prick I felt pressing against me at the end of our game or just my imagination? Either way, it was fun to imagine what it might be like and how we might play a different kind of snooker together.
I still had school to go to, but there were few lessons as the exams were over, but we were given various induction talks in case we stayed on into the sixth form. I was expecting Nick to phone all week but it was not until Wednesday that my Mum said,
"Oh, I forgot to mention, someone called Nick from the Snooker Club telephones. Will you ring him back?"
"Oh Mum, when did he ring? I've been waiting for that call", I moaned.
My Mum did not care and said,
"Yesterday, I think, dear."
I rushed to the phone and called the number my Mum had given me and was delighted when Nick answered it. At first he did not recognise my voice so I told him who it was and he replied,
"You took your time getting back to me."
"Sorry Nick", I replied, "Mum only gave me the message just now. I phoned as soon as I could."
Nick laughed at my agitation and said,
"It's OK, don't worry. How would you like to be my partner in a snooker doubles tournament on Saturday? We should do well and it would mean an overnight stay. Would that be OK with your family?"
"I'll check and ring you back", I said.
I asked my Mum and she agreed, although she said she would want to talk to Nick first about the cost and the arrangements. I had to agree and so I redialled the number and explained to Nick what had been said. I did not hear anything that Nick said but obviously my Mum was satisfied and eventually handed the phone over to me. Phil sounded pleased,
"Your Mum seems happy with the arrangements. I explained that we should get through to the final stages, which would mean we couldn't get back until Sunday so we will stay at one of those Travel Hotels that are cheap. I told your Mum that we should win enough prize money to cover the cost and more! She seemed pleased by that but said she would pay her share on your behalf. Anyway, can we meet Friday and I'll take you through the rules and then finalise the arrangements?"
"OK, how about 7 o'clock at the snooker club?" I replied excitedly.
"See you Friday at 7", Nick said and rang off.
That night as I lay in bed indulging in my favourite way, I felt a tingle of excitement as I daydreamed about sharing a room with Nick. I might even get to see his dick and that would give even more reality to my fantasies.
Friday dragged at school and so did the waiting for 7 o'clock but finally it arrived and I picked up my snooker cue and walked over to the club. I was disappointed to find that nick had not arrived and that there was only a small gaggle of youngsters at the tables. Nobody I knew very well at all, no Bobby, no Phil and no Nick! But disappointment turned to pleasure when I saw Nick arrive. He came over and gave me a friendly tap on the shoulder and led the way over to a free table. Nick spent some time explaining the rules of the competition and saying that he thought we had little to fear until the later rounds. He asked if I had any particular shots I liked to do and he showed me a trick shot he had perfected. I tried but failed miserably, so Nick said,
"Here, let me help you."
My new friend came up behind me and as I leaned over the table my bum pushed into him. Again, I could have sworn that I could feel something hard pushing back but he was again wearing baggy pants and it was impossible to tell when we broke apart. With Nick's help I managed to do the trick shot and then did it again unaided. After that the club began to fill up and there was greater demand for the table so Nick took me over to the seating area and said,
"OK, here's the plan. I'll meet you here at 10 tomorrow morning and we'll catch the bus to the station. It's about forty minutes to the venue and we need to be there for a start at noon. We should have time to go to the hotel and leave our bags before going to the competition. Is that OK with you?"
"Fine by me", I replied.
Nick winked at me and said,
"Good. Well you better get a good night's sleep tonight. No undue exercise and don't tire yourself out, it'll be a long day tomorrow."
I nodded wondering what he meant and thinking this might be an allusion to my nightly ritual of wanking off before I slept and sometimes doing it again when I woke up with my morning hard-on. Just in case it did, that night I used all my self-control and managed to merely fondling my prick and making it wet with pre-cum, but kept my ball juice from spraying onto my tissue.
The journey to the competition was uneventful and we arrived in good time. The place we were staying at was very close to the competition venue and so Nick checked us both in. We went to our room. It was down a long corridor of a two-storey building and then down a shorter annexe of one-storey. Our room was the very last door. "Typical" I thought as we trudged to our room. I was even more surprised when we got there and the room had a double bed in it. Nick must have seen my face because he said,
"I asked for twin beds but they said they only ha done room left because of the competition and lots of other events this weekend. You don't mind the double, do you? If you do, I'll see if they can change it."
I shook my head and said,
"N .. No, that's OK. I had to share with my cousin when his sister got married. It was OK."
We got to the venue before the start of the competition and Nick looked at the draw and pronounced himself pleased with the opponents we had been drawn against. As we turned away we bumped into Phil, who was accompanied by a man in his early thirties.
"What are you doing here, Phil?" I exclaimed.
"I'm in the competition as well, didn't you see my name. I'm playing with my stepfather. Steven, this is Nick and Mark, they are red hot, I'm glad were in then other half of the draw!"
Nick and I shook hands with Steven who was very dark with black curly hair and dark eyes hidden behind expensive sunglasses. Steven was wearing cotton trousers and a fancy shirt; Phil was dressed casually in jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. We chatted for a few moments and then it was time for Steven and Phil to go to play their first game and we said we would go and watch them for a bit. We found a seat and Nick seemed to read my thoughts,
"Yes, I know Steven's only in his early thirties, but Phil's Mum likes her toy-boys."
I nodded relieved that my Mum did not feel the same way.
Soon it was out turn to play and we easily progressed to the quarterfinals although Steven and Phil lost their crunch match and failed to get that far. Nevertheless, Phil and his step-dad came over and said that they would come and support us. Phil asked to me,
"Are you staying the night?"
I told him that we were and where we were staying and Phil grinned and said,
"We're staying at the same place. Maybe we'll see you there later tonight or at breakfast!"
I grinned but did not say anything more.
We easily won our quarterfinal but disaster struck in the semi-final. We were one frame up in the best of three and well ahead when one of our opponents fluked a ball in and from that position he managed to clear the table to level the frame score. We got off to a bad start in the decider and were always trying to catch up and in the end just failed. Nevertheless, we did win the play-off for third prize and so went home rather richer than when we arrived. Although we were disappointed, Nick said we had done very well and suggested that we went back to the hotel and had a drink there,
"They're more relaxed at the hotel about people not being 18. How old are you?"
"I'm just 17", I replied. "I had my birthday a month or so ago."
Nick nodded and said,
"I'll get some drinks and bring them to our room. You do like a drink don't you?"
I grinned and nodded and we walked back to the hotel and made the long walk to the room. Once in the room, Nick said,
"What drink do you want? Beer, wine, spirits?"
"Beer or wine", I replied.
"OK", Nick said, "I'll get some of each!"
My older companion disappeared and I lay on the bed and casually watched the television awaiting his return. He wasn't very long and when he came in he came and sat down next to me on the bed and offered me a bottle of beer. We touched bottles and drank. The beer went to my head a bit and I lay back on the pillow. Nick leaned over towards me and asked if I was OK. I said that I was and he laughed. A moment later I felt his hand run along the side of my leg and again he asked if I was OK. I nodded and felt my dick begin to engorge. I willed it to go down but it refused to do so and soon my jeans were displaying a definite tenting. Nick smiled down at me and said,
"Looks like you have a bit of a problem down there, Mark"."
I did not know what to say and was surprised when Nick got up from the bed and walked over to the wall and knocked a couple of times. I was even more surprised when moments later there was a knock on our door and in walked Phil and Steven. They were not only in the same hotel, but also actually in the room next door. It was only later that I realised with us having the very end room and them in the one next door, we had created a buffer between the next guests and us. Nick pointed at me lying on the bed and my still tented jeans and said,
"Mark has a little problem and I thought you might have a similar problem so I thought we could try to solve it together."
Phil, Steven and Nick walked over and looked at me lying on the bed. Nick placed his hand on my bulge and began to feel my rock hard dick through my jeans and looked at the other two,
"Definitely there's something there that needs a good seeing to."
I noticed Phil was rubbing his hands over Steven's crotch and his stepfather was beginning to show signs of excitement. Phil stopped for a moment but only to undo his stepfather's belt and pull his jeans down to the floor. Steven stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. Nick had begun to unzip my trousers and I willingly raised my bum off the bed to allow him to pull them off me complete. Steven was unzipping Phil by now and the teenager stood motionless as his trousers were released. I reached up and found Nick's belt and undid it and then undid his button fly jeans. Within minutes we were all in just our underwear and shirts. The shirts came off quickly enough and then we just had one layer to go.
Nick put his arms around me and pulled me closer. This time there was no doubt, I could feel his hot flesh pushing against me as I pushed my hard shaft against him. I looked to my side and saw Phil and Steven in a similar pose. Nick worked his hands inside the back of my underwear and very slowly pushed it down until it was prevented from going any further because of the need to unhook the front from my restraining erection. I was the first to be naked and my short, but quite fat, circumcised cock was revealed for all to see. Nick looked at me and said,
"That's a beauty, Mark!"
I reached out to return the favour and found myself gazing at a long, think uncut cock with the head just peeking out of its protective foreskin. I reached out and touched it and gave out an involuntary cry as I did so,
"Yesssssss!!"
Meanwhile Phil had finished undressing Steven who had a long, thin cut cock with a very dark bluish-purple glans. Phil was the last to be exposed and his long, fat uncut cock was soon bobbing freely in front of him. I was still holding onto Nick's cock and gently wanking him but he moved my hand away and slowly sank to his knees and began to lick his tongue towards the end of my dick. I had read stories about having a cock sucked but never experienced it before but Nick was about to change all that! My companion licked my piss slit with his tongue and I began to leak pre-cum, I could feel my balls churning as Nick's lips began to close in on my glans. I felt the air as he blew gently on my dick, which was being devoured slowly into the waiting mouth. I was having a real blow-job! My cock was being sucked! I was not alone. Just the other side of me, Phil was kneeling in front of this stepfather and sucking and licking the long thin shaft with the dark exposed glans. As if they were synchronised, Phil and Nick began to suck Steven and I in rhythm. As Phil pulled back off his stepfather's cock, Nick's mouth slipped forward onto mine. I was really beginning to lose it at this sight and knew that I was going to cum and very soon. I tried to pull out of Nick's mouth but he must have realised the reason because he gripped me even tighter and I felt the joyous feeling as my balls began to send my creamy spunk towards my piss slit. I couldn't hold back and I screamed with delight,
"I'm cumming .. I'm .. fucking .. cumming!!"
My ball juice exploded into the waiting mouth and to my amazement and delight, Nick swallowed every last drop and only allowed me to pull out when I had finally softened and the sensitive feeling made my dick feel uncomfortable. I was bushed and lay back on the bed to recover and Nick climbed up beside me and I reached down and slowly wanked his cock as we watched Phil expertly bring his stepfather to a shuddering climax. Steven gasped as he reached the point of now return,
"Fuck, Phil, you suck much better than your mother!! Suck it, Suck my prick. I'm .. cumming .. NOOWWWWW!!"
Like Nick, Phil took every last drop his stepfather provided and swallowed it all down his throat. Steven staggered over to the bed and also flopped down beside me. Phil stood up looking as pleased as Punch and with a big grin on his face, "That was fantastic", Phil said, "Was it as good for you, Nick as it was for me?"
Phil grinned and said,
"It was fabulous, as I hope you'll find out in a little while. Mark is a real find, a real find! And I don't just mean his snooker!"
I realised that neither Phil nor Nick had yet cum and so I looked at Nick and said,
"Teach me how to suck and I'll try to bring you off."
Nick nodded and replied,
"It won't take long. I'm feeling really horny and hot."
I leaned forward so that my mouth was in line with his cock and he guided it towards me, rolling his foreskin back as he did so. I stuck out my tongue and licked his piss slit and tasted pre-cum for the first time. Nick pushed on and soon the head was pushing against my lips and I opened them to let it pass through. I grasped the shaft about half way down and Nick fed his dick into me and then slowly withdrew it. As he began to speed up and his breathing became harder I knew he was about to cum.
"You've done it, Mark. You've brought me to the point of no return. Here .. it .. shoots!!!"
At the last moment he pulled his cock out of my mouth and for a mini second it was still and then it throbbed and pumped his creamy cum all over my lips, face, neck and chest. I tentatively licked some of it into my mouth and found that the taste was nothing like as bad as I expected. Next time I would want it in my mouth.
Steven and Phil had watched me achieve my first suck off and as I lay back, the older man took his stepson's cock deep into his throat and gave me a demonstration of expert cock sucking. Phil bucked up from the bed to try to meet his stepfather's down strokes with his mouth. Phil was writhing in ecstasy and his balls were tight. I saw the shaft expand and knew that he was about to pump his load into his stepfather's waiting throat. Shouting in excitement,
"Suck it, Steven, suck it hard. I want to fuck your face. Take .. my .. hot .. spunk!!!!"
Steven swallowed all that the horny teenager had to offer and only allowed his lips to part and release the cock from his grasp when it had deflated and was completely soft. As the shaft re-appeared, the foreskin rolled back to cover the sensitive glans.
All four of us had shot a good load of ball cream and needed a rest, but not for long. Phil and I soon recovered and he was quickly round suggesting that we mutually suck each other's dicks. I experienced my first, but by no means my last 69, as Phil and I gave each other oral stimulation until again we exploded. Phil's cock and cream tasted different from Nick's but both were in their own way enjoyable. As Phil and I finished, I noticed that Steven and Nick were engaged in a similar mutual suck session and we two horny teenagers watched as they performed only a few feet away from us. Every now and again we would offer encouragement to the pair and play with each other's dicks, wanking them gently at first but then with increasing seriousness. Tossing each other off as we watched the older pair bring each other to a climax with their talented mouths was exciting and I had my third cum of the evening as Nick and Steven also shot their loads. Moments later Phil also came and we four all lay back exhausted from our efforts.
First thing in the morning I found myself paired off with Steven and got my first taste of a circumcised dick. I liked the soft hardness of the head but otherwise found little difference between Steven's cock and the other two I had sucked. Steven was an expert and brought me to the brink several times before finally allowing me to fill him with my breakfast cream. He also rewarded me with a load of jizz that shot into my mouth in great spurts. Phil and Nick had not been idle either and were working equally hard at getting each other off. At one point the room was full of the sound of slurping tongues and lips working on stiff erect dicks. This was followed by a series of moans as each of us shot our load. I watched as Phil exploded into Nick's mouth at exactly the same moment that he received a load from Nick. The noise we made was quite loud so I was pleased that there was no-one sleeping above us and that we were insulated from the nearest neighbour by Steven and Phil's empty room.
I think that by the time we had dressed and prepared to go for a late breakfast, we were all pleased that everyone had experienced at least one session with each of the others. It was also generally agreed that we would all try to do it again, very soon. It was only later that I learned that Steven and Nick were related and that they had planned the whole weekend. It appears that Phil told his stepfather of his encounter with me in the toilets. Nick had guessed that I was interested in guys and had tempted me after he hugged me and confirmed what he already knew when he pushed up against me on the Friday. Although by now he knew from Steven about the incident with Phil, Nick wanted to make doubly sure that I was interested in him. I didn't care about how everyone was brought together that first time. I saw quite a lot more of Nick and all four of us met several more times and my sexual education was broadened even further. In the end, the fact that we did not win the snooker championship was secondary. I may have lost a tournament, but I gained a life changing experience, all thanks to playing snooker!
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