The Symposium

The Symposium Chapter 05: Towel Boy

This story is a work of fiction. Resemblances to real persons, places or events would be extremely surprising.

"Howdie, partner." Said Callum, catching Iain at the exit to the Symposium.

They hadn't seen each other for most of the day – engaging different groups, lunch at different times, opposite rotations on pool duty. Callum enjoyed pool duty of course. Always shirtless men, often skimpy costumes – what's not to love?

"How's your day been?" Callum asked.

"Ah, you know..." Iain said. He was exhausted, Callum could tell – the usual cheeky repartee was diminished. "Long."

"Anything good?" Callum asked.

It was nearly the end of their second week and the staff and members had continued to devise ingenious ways of stripping, seducing and humiliating them. Iain felt a bit strange about it all now – he enjoyed it but... But, what?

Iain wanted to explore his sexuality and so far he hadn't even had mutual masturbation with a towel boy.

"Nah, nothing good. It's a Thursday, nothing happens on a Thursday. It's like a Sunday or Tuesday afternoon." Iain replied.

Callum took his phone out his pocket as they crossed the car park. Iain wasn't paying attention.

`My cousin is bored.' He txt.

`I can fix that.' Finn replied.

`Or you could fix that 2nite ;) x' answered Finn again

`Dont even know what you mean :P' Callum responded.

At home Callum threw into the oven a pasta dish he'd prepared earlier. It would be ready in half an hour. Iain sat on the sofa in the sitting room.

"You not wanna get changed?" Callum asked. "You're a bit manky." He joked.

"I like being manky." Iain retorted.

"On my clean sofa?"

"Whose clean sofa?"

"On our clean sofa."

"I'm putting my feet on the table."

Both boys laughed: Iain at Callum's predisposition to tidiness and Callum at Iain's implied disregard for sanitation.

"I'll help you undress." Callum said.

Iain barely had time to register what had been said. Callum knelt and pulled off Iain's trainers and socks. Callum looked up at Iain and pushed his knees apart so he could squeeze between Iain's legs. Iain sat up straight on the sofa and Callum knelt with his knees hard against the sofa.

Callum leaned forward and pulled Iain's shirt out of where it was tucked into his shorts. He pulled it up as far as he could from where he was sitting so Iain pulled it up and off the rest of the way.

Callum slipped off his trainers and sock in seconds and pulled off his top. His hands gripped Iain's shorts and pulled. Iain slid into a slouch before lifting his bum enough for the shorts to come off without traction on the sofa. Iain was already hard.

Callum looked at the bulge and couldn't help but think about Finn. How just a short while ago he had joked about exactly this. Has Finn put the idea into his head? Or was this happening because for almost two weeks he'd had dreams about this? And thought about Iain with other men at the club?

Iain had been thinking about this since they'd fucked around at their second interview. He felt guilty because Callum was family. Callum was as close to him as a brother. They looked like twins - Iain knew it was twisted but...

Well, fuck it if they can't take a joke.

He watched Callum, bare-chested, as he sat back on his haunches. Callum lifted himself up and brought himself closer to Iain, who leaned forward and kissed Callum.

Their mouths opened and tongues probed and as Callum pulled himself up onto the sofa with Iain, their groins pushed into each other. Their throbbing erections glided together. Iain twisted and flipped Callum onto his back; then, looming over him kissed Callum's shoulder and neck and moved down to his nipples. Callum gripped the sofa edge tight. Iain was getting closer to Callum's groin – Iain's tongue slid down through the treasure trail and his mouth hovered over Callum's underwear.

Callum's briefs bulged obscenely. Iain was nervous. He's never sucked a cock before – before Callum, before 2 weeks ago, he'd never felt another man's cock. Fooling around with boys when your ten doesn't really count once you're an adult.

Iain pushed his nose into Callum's groin and opened his mouth to suck Callum's balls through the fabric of his briefs. Callum tensed and involuntarily thrust upwards. Iain continued to suck and slurp thorough the protective barrier of Callum's briefs. After several minutes, his hands took the edge of the briefs and slid them down.

Callum's fully erect 8 inch cock was before him...

Callum could feel his balls wet with precum and sweat and saliva and feel Iain's hot breath on his naked cock head.

He could see the sweat on Iain's brow and chest – drops dancing all the way down.

He could smell the testosterone fill the room.

He could taste Iain's sex on his lips from when they'd kissed.

He could hear the door bell.

"Fuck." One or both of them said.

Iain was on his feet fast and pulling up his shorts; hitching his cock towards his hip to better conceal the battle of the bulge. The door bell went again and Iain moved from the room with frustration and anger. And a little shame.

He pulled the door open and met a man with a head of closely shorn dark hair and designer stubble that suited his dark blue eyes, 6ft height and broad build. The man looked momentarily lost for words, increasing Iain's impatience until he realised he was topless and only wearing shorts before this stranger. A stranger, they'd met before though, right?

"Oh. Hi." Said the man. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"

Iain risked a look down. His erection was hidden but it was obvious he held a big package inside the scant clothing. "Sort of." Iain replied noncommittally.

"Window cleaning." He said.

"Right." Iain rummaged around the bureau beside the front door and came up with half a dozen pound coins.

"You and your cousin are working at the gym, the Symposium Athletics Club, right?" the man asked.

Iain examined him a little closer now. Now that his penis was flaccid and blood had been diverted to his brain. He was an attractive man; not one Iain would either think would frequent the Symposium nor one Iain thought he had seen there.

"Yea. We've only been there a couple of weeks. Most people think we're brothers." Iain replied.

"I went to school with you guys. You don't remember me?" He wasn't asking. "Stan - Stanley Millwood."

The name rang a bell.

"I've not been in for a while but I did stop by to renew my membership and heard you guys were hot stuff." Stan realised why he'd just said and amended. "I mean, that you's were the new bodies on the floor..." he laughed and Iain laughed too. "Y'know how sometimes you can hear something in your head, and it sounds fine, then you say it out loud..."

"It's ok. I catch your drift." Iain assured him. "Stan Millwood. Weren't you planning on something in marketing or... something?"

"Yea. I was... I am." He said, then realised Iain probably wondered why he was collecting window cleaning money. "My dad runs this business." He held up the fist holding the coins. "But he's knackered his back, taking a few days off, ken?"

"Well maybe I'll see you at the gym sometime?" Iain said.

Stan seemed to like that idea.

A few minutes later Iain found Callum in the kitchen and putting out two plates of dinner.

"Hungry? I'm starved." Callum said, an edge in his voice – disappointment maybe, except Callum hadn't had the consolation of flirting with a handsome (more-or-less) stranger.

"Ditto." Iain replied.

Iain and Callum caught each other's eyes. "Ditto, tell her ditto." They both said.

Then both rolled their eyes and sat to eat.

"D'you remember Stan Millwood from high school?" Iain asked.

"Yea. Eight out of ten."

"He's a nine now."

"Oh really?"

"He was at the door collecting money for his dad. For the windows."

"What's he doing now?"

"Men, I think."

Callum smiled. "Is he gay?"

"I felt almost naked the way he looked at me." Iain said.

"You are almost naked." Callum reminded him, rubbing his foot up Iain's bare leg – the sensation was very pleasant and Iain smiled.

"He's in marketing or something. Symposium member – I reckon we might see him soon." Iain was still smiling and trying to eat.

"So... nine out of ten on the hotness scale. When did you start rating boys?" Callum asked gently.

"It's a recent thing." Iain said vaguely.

Late evenings were moving more quickly into night now that the days had started to shorten. In a week the boys would have their exam results; neither had really thought about them having secured jobs already: on the premise they would be qualified of course. The fear that they might have failed (they wouldn't) loomed over them.

Callum had just brushed his teeth and pulled on a vest and boxers when he walked back into the hall and towards his room. Iain's door was open but Callum could not see him within.

As soon as Callum entered his own bedroom, he stopped. Iain was sitting on Callum's bed, stroking his long penis and watching Callum.

"We were interrupted earlier." Iain said.

Callum's ball sack tightened.

"I'd been going to let the moment pass, wait to see if it came again. But..."

"Carpe deim.?"

"Fish of the day?"

Callum laughed. He knew Iain was playing the fool. Carpe (not carp) deim – seize the day.

"Carpe noctum." Seize the night, Callum said.

He moved closer to the bed and pulled his vest off.

"I've never... y'know... sucked a cock before." The words sounded strange coming out of Iain's mouth. "But I want you to be my first. I have a feeling like things are changing for us and... I don't want to miss a chance."

"A chance at what?" Callum asked.

"This." Iain slipped his hand into Callum's boxers and tugged his cock.

Callum's penis was already semi-hard; it engorged quickly under Iain's touch. Callum enjoyed the manipulation, he pushed his boxers down to free his hot, stiff organ. His and Iain's cock's were equally long and hard, both pounding with blood and salty-sweet fluids. Iain held Callum's balls with slight curiosity and Callum had to remind himself that while he had spent the last 6 or 7 years with boys and men, Iain's had been wholeheartedly straight until him.

There is nothing wrong with change, if it is in the right direction.

Iain's tongue touched the tip of Callum's penis, then slid it along the underside of Callum's glans. His tongue licked around the corona and Callum moaned. Reticent to put his hands on Iain's head and push, Callum clenched his fist and Iain developed his technique.

Iain's mouth and Callum's cock were soon slicked with saliva and pre-cum. Callum bucked his hips and slid a finger into his arse, pressing around his prostate and gently rubbing the nugget inside his anus.

Callum was brought closer to the bed by Iain who took Callum's penis from his mouth. Callum followed Iain's lead and lay down on his back. Iain knelt between Callum's legs, jerking his own cock and sucking Callum's.

When Callum got close, he breathed out a warning. The final warning was a twitch in his dick at which Iain balked and withdrew; the cum hit his face and chest. Iain was already sitting upright, pulling on his dick until he came on Callum's chest.

Iain lay down on top of Callum, both breathing heavily. They gripped each other's upper arms and kissed, it felt tender and hot and any guilt either might have felt was burned up by their desire. But they had explored enough for one night, that much was certain and without any words. They lay together for a while, Iain slipping into Callum's side and resting his head on Callum's shoulder. They looked like lovers and each indulged this idea. Each also refused entry to the thought that this would not continue forever. They only looked like lovers.

The boys woke on Friday morning in separate beds. After showering together following their climax last night, they had retired separately. They didn't especially avoid talking about it the next day; there was just nothing to say. They weren't awkward but they were careful around one another.

Callum drove them to the gym; they were early as usual but on their way into the building they passed the regular night staff who were now just leaving. The usual gathering of staff was found in the coffee bar, with the usual chit chat before getting started. It wasn't the same team every morning; with rota's telling who was on and when – the physio's, personal trainers and so-called towel boys varied from day to day.

"Hi, folks." Callum said as Iain took a vacant seat next to Leon – the physio who had eased a cramp in his leg yesterday.

"Hi, Callum." Paul said, almost breathlessly so the others all smiled and Paul blushed and Callum didn't notice.

Iain had noticed the younger man's interest in Callum and began to imagine the possibilities – with him in the middle, actually. A short while later, Iain watched Paul watch Callum getting changed. He enjoyed watching the skinny lad pull on his shorts, his dick a little thicker than flaccid.

"Iain." Finn restored his attention to normality. "We were expecting a group session that would have kept you busy all day. They've cancelled, which frees up most of your day..."

Iain waited for the punch line, then watched Finn's gaze move to Paul.

"I thought you might help out our towel boy's." Paul's head lifted, Finn called over his shoulder, "Athletic assistant." Paul smiled and nodded to the amendment.

"You want me to be a towel boy?" Iain asked.

"Athletic assistant."

"Right." Iain said. "Do you think I'm cute enough to be a... athletic assistant?"

"Yea." Said Paul. Finn and Iain looked at him. "No." The raised eyebrows. "I'm gonna answer the doorbell."

Paul ran off and Finn waited until he was out of ear shot before saying, "He's a sweet kid." Then to Iain; "You're plenty cute enough." He pinched Iain's face patronisingly. "Put on your little shorts, forget the underwear and get a polo neck on." Finn stood to leave, calling over his shoulder. "You'll be wearing white today."

Iain dressed dutifully as Finn had asked – not like he had a choice, he and Callum were given uniforms on a daily basis, each one placed into the club's laundry at the end of the day, so he was always at Finn or Mr Douglas's mercy for his attire.

The shorts were very short though, only 8 or nine inches from the top of waistband to the bottom seam, and the silky smooth cotton looked highly susceptible to transparency when exposed to water. The polo shirt was ok, if a little on the small side. Iain would rather have worn a vest today – after a week of overcast skies and muggy air, the temperature was back up and the sky shining. It was a little too hot inside the Symposium.

Iain watched Callum wander off for his first training session with a client that only had one leg and enjoyed Callum's light touch. Callum admitted he found the man (an former soldier) charming and rather "dishy". There had been a few soldier, following orders, polishing his weapon jokes but Iain was pretty sure heavy petting was as far as it went for either of them.

Iain caught up with Paul who was waiting for him in the concourse outside the locker room. Paul tried not to look at Iain whose large biceps caused the small polo shirt to pit into his arms and his chest to stretch the material; and whose long muscular legs went from his ankles to his bum. The shorts were little more than a thin band around his groin area.

"You're allowed to look." Iain said.

"I wasn't looking." Paul lied.

"You were looking at Callum this morning."

Paul didn't answer.

"Ok, where to?" Iain asked, sparing the boy.

"Pool first." He said enthusiastically.

The gym was not open and early morning users were in and already using the swimming pool. Thorough the observation window at the coffee bar, Iain could see Amir on duty in case anyone got into (or tried to cause) trouble. Amir was a tall, good looking Muslim man whose dark eyes were big and beautiful, filled with warmth and humour. His broad Glasgow accent provided a dichotomy to his appearance that Iain greatly enjoyed.

Through the first hours of the day, Paul and Iain were true to the `towel boy' title. They toured the pool, then the sauna. They refilled the active training rooms for that day and returned to the locker room to tidy up laundry left by morning members. Iain was hovering around the locker room when he was called over by Rich, a frequenter to the gym.

"I like your shorts." He said. Richard reached over and felt the hem, then deliberately slipped his hand back to feel Iain's thigh.

Iain didn't mind, Rich was too rotund for his liking but was a nice man. It didn't take much for Rich to realise the obvious and Iain's penis was soon filling with blood as a finger stroked his scrotum. As more men came to get changed Iain moved away, but a wink from Rich followed.

"I could use a hand drying my back." Said Peter.

Peter looked a true athlete, not quite matching Iain, or Callum or any of the personal trainers here; but fit. At just over 30, Peter had been late to realise his sexual orientation - Iain could sympathise, he still wasn't sure there was a word for what he was. Peter like the Symposium though – the club was not a dating service or a brothel but some men did `hook up' from here and many enjoyed the benefits of being pandered by pretty young men.

Iain knew that he and Callum were far from the only two to be seduced, touched or propositioned but he did suspect they were the only ones to be left naked in a changing room or give a tongue bath in a training suite.

Peter did not need help drying his back.

Iain grabbed a towel and helped Peter to dry his back.

"I think I left my toilet bag in the shower." Peter said, turning to Iain so their chests and groins were very close. "Would you fetch it for me?"

Iain made his way to the wall of the changing room where a gap in the wall gave way to the pool shower facilities, and then beyond to the pool area itself. The idea was that one could rinse off after swimming. This shower facility was opposite the main pool and could theoretically be seen from outside, from the right angle at lease, since a great glass wall extend the length of the pool and made up most of the exterior `wall'.

Iain found the bag in question but was soaked, despite caution to avoid the running shower heads.

"Thank you, Iain." Said Peter, looking down to confirm what everyone had suspected – when exposed to water – soaked, saturated – the shorts turned transparent.

Iain's pubes shone through the top and his cock was pink beneath the white, translucent material.

"I think perhaps you should change?" suggested Finn, who was returning the pool side where he had been covering for Amir while he was on his break. "Strip off, I'll pop that lot in the laundry on my way out and then get you something else to wear."

If Finn had expected a protest, he was disappointed. Iain pulled off his top and handed it over and then dropped his shorts to the delight of 7 or 8 men in the locker room. 7 or 8 men who now felt no rush to go for their swim, training or homes. Iain's naked body glowed under the strong lights. Finn gazed longer than was necessary before abandoning the locker room.

Iain turned to face the men who didn't bother to hide their interest. "So..." He said.

"We've been wondering, Iain." Peter said, speaking for the group. "A big boy like you... how big does that big boy get?"

Iain smiled widely then started to stroke his cock.

He sat on a bench in the locker room, with his legs parted and his hand making long deliberate strokes up the shaft of his penis. Iain wondered how long Finn would be but enjoyed the way he was filling the time. The men watched him with silent interest rather than the braying attention he might have expected.

When Iain stood, he stepped closer to them so they could almost smell his sock and balls. Iain wanted to tease them and test himself. Test how he would feel if...

One of the men extended his hand and gripped Iain's cock. Iain let go and put his hands behind his head so his armpits were exposed – so his everything was exposed. Another of the men caressed his right leg and another stroked his left leg. Their hands wandered to his bum and smoothed around the crack of his buttocks. Peter's grip on Iain's cock tightened and he pulled Iain a little closer. Peter blew a cool breath on his dick then put the head in his mouth.

Iain discovered he very much enjoyed the sensation of a man touching and sucking his cock. Not just any man, Peter was, in fairness, very attractive, but a man who was not Callum or Finn. It was a pleasant surprise that opened up possibilities he would never before have considered.

A few minutes later, someone entered the locker room – Iain was expecting Finn, but it was Paul who appeared. Paul looked like a rabbit in the headlights but Iain winked and turned to face him; he was aware that Callum and Paul had shared a toilet for a wank a few weeks ago and now considered giving him more to think about.

Iain stalked towards Paul and lifted the younger man's hand. Paul was uncomfortable but excited as his hand was placed on Iain's chest. Iain dropped his hand but Paul's remained in touch with Iain's pectoral, moving gently down to brush Iain's nipple and down his abs.

Paul's hand stopped above Iain's stroking arm, his fingers touching just above Iain's navel. The men watching the show were slightly jealous of Paul but happy for him, reading the need in Paul's eyes.

Finn came back into the locker room and stopped.

Paul finally flighted and Iain turned back to the audience in time to cum. They were sufficiently appeased by the display and started to move on as Finn handed over a fresh vest and briefs that were especially slim at the waist and fit snugly around his penis. The ubiquitous little shorts went on over the briefs.

"You really want me to wear this around the club?" Iain asked.

"Absolutely, you're an advertisement for what this club can achieve by training hard." Finn replied, but there was a slight edge to his voice.

"Alright then." Iain agreed. "Is there something wrong? I don't like to ask but Callum's a bleeding heart and he's trained me to notice when people are..."

"I don't want you to hurt Paul." Finn interrupted.

"Pardon?"

"He likes Callum. Anyone with eyes or who isn't Callum knows that." Finn elaborated. "So maybe you weren't trying to be cruel a few minutes ago, letting Paul get close to you and touch you but... But while you and Callum LOOK alike, you're not the same." Finn paused again. "Callum would never have done that to him."

Iain was a little offended - Paul had clearly wanted what he saw but was too nervous to approach (him or Callum). This was regarded as unkind? Iain swallowed his offence by reminding himself Finn was looking out for Paul. And, deep down, he knew that he had been teasing Paul.

"I didn't mean to hurt his feelings." Iain said.

"He's more sensitive than you. Like Callum"

Which would be why he likes Callum more. "I'll apologise." Iain said.

He found Paul tidying up the indoor basketball court, which smelled of sweat and breath. He'd been piling discarded towels into a laundry trolley when Iain entered.

"About earlier..." Iain started clumsily, realising he could have been a bit more subtle. "I'm sorry if you thought I was being a dick."

"Oh. Erm, no. No, of course not." Paul said.

"I was a little. I'm kinda pushy and never had to try too hard to get what or who I want." He explained. "I forget some people are less proactive and confident than me."

Paul was quiet for a minute. "It's ok." He eventually said. "You could make it up to me?"

"How?"

"Give us your shorts." Paul said.

Iain smiled. "Mr James, you're trying to seduce me, aren't you?"

"Hello Benjamin." Paul twinkled. "Just pop your shorts in here then." He indicated the laundry buggy.

Iain shrugged and pulled the shorts off, again (again!) exposing his legs and the thin waistband of the briefs, the snug penis-emphasising fit that was borderline indecent but in the Symposium would be admired and given the thumbs up.

Indeed, a few of the regular customers that Iain had gotten to know recommended it be a permanent change to the uniform.

With their camaraderie restored, Iain and Paul moved to the weight room next door. It was scheduled to now be empty but they found Callum, shirtless and his shorts hanging low enough to reveal he had no short on underneath, tidying up after a session.

"Hey you." Iain said.

Callum smiled when he saw Iain and Paul and did a double take on Iain's underwear. He blushed when he saw Paul notice him staring at his cousin's crotch. "Hi, guys." Callum said.

Paul had turned mute, so Iain filled the void. "You been keeping busy?" he asked.

"Yea. It's been quiet for a Friday. How're you enjoying your new job role?" Callum said, asking the question with an amused inflection.

"Great." Iain said. "Got to spend time with the boys." He said, slightly camp and throwing an arm around Paul.

Paul laughed at him and pulled away. "You need to get out more if spending time with me does it for you." Paul said, self-deprecatingly.

"Nonsense." Said Callum. "You're a popular guy around here. Everyone likes you."

"Everyone?" Paul said.

"Even you?" Iain asked.

"Even me." Callum said.

This time it was Callum who threw his arm around Paul's shoulder and hugged him affectionately. Paul looked like he might burst; pressed against Callum's topless body, under his muscular arm.

Iain opted to throw Paul a bone, standing in front of his cousin Iain slipped a finger into the front of Callum's shorts and pulled them out. Iain caught Paul looking down to catch a glimpse of Callum's sweaty cock.

"Perv." Callum said, letting Paul go and stepping away from Iain's reach.

"I don't know what you mean." Iain said, hands on his hips and crotch thrust just enough protract his penis.

There was a few hours left before closing time but the laundry truck arrived to collect from the club at 5pm. They came late afternoon every day, taking the towels and clothes used by the club on a daily basis away for industrial cleaning. Two big lads came in to carry the laundry bags out. Callum and Paul were watching and chatting conspiratorially about which of the lad they like the most.

Iain saw them laugh as he descended in the glass lift. As he exited, Finn approached.

"I'm glad I caught you." Finn said. "Your uniform; normally you would put it in our laundry tonight when the club is closing, so it would be collected tomorrow. I think yours should probably go into the laundry tonight." He said.

"I've got a couple of hours left before I clock out." Iain said, noticing the interest that he had attracted from Callum, Paul and Amir. "You got another uniform for me?"

"Well, you needn't worry about that. You don't really need a uniform if you're working in the locker room. You did stellar work in there earlier – I'm sure the members would love to... see more of you." Finn winked. "Hop off to the locker room and toss me your uniform, I'll make sure the boys outside take it away for cleaning."

Iain paused and watched Finn for a moment, sure Finn was wondering if he would flinch. He would not.

"I'll tell you what, Finn." Iain said. "Don't put yourself to any trouble. Looks like the lads are done, they'll be pulling out of the car park any second. I'll take my uniform out to them."

With that, in the main foyer where members were still going to and fro, Iain pulled off the underwear and lifted his top. Naked, Iain carried them, not bothering to hide even one inch of his body as he walked to the main entrance.

His naked skin glowed as he stepped outside to where the two laundry guys had just locked the truck.

"These need to go in tonight." Iain shouted, the eyes on the back of his head could see everyone in the foyer watching him as the made his way across the car park.

The lads watched him approach, one of them making an exaggerated look around the broad daylight environment and the cars passing on the main road that was visible from the car park.

"Sure thing, buddy." One of them said, taking his time to unlock the back of the truck.

Iain waited patiently, not even bothering to hide from the main road by standing on the other side of the laundry truck. The back was opened and Iain climbed up into the back to deposit his clothes in one of the laundry bags.

He was aware as he climbed up that his legs were stretched, his groin exposed and his arse was open to unobscured view. He climbed back down and bode the guys farewell, then Iain sauntered back to the main entrance. He turned before entering and faced the truck and the main road again, waving until the truck had pulled out and onto the road.

Back inside, Finn clapped his shoulder. "You deserve a reward." Finn said.

Iain made his way to the locker room, unsure if that was a proposition or not. He didn't need to wait long. Back in the locker room, he felt his cock thicken again. He stroked it absent mindedly.

Callum and Paul followed him in. The seemed more at ease with one another now. Paul came closer and wrapped his hand around Iain's cock. They both enjoyed the sensation. Paul's hand moved slowly and then quickly to bring Iain to full arousal, then he surprised everyone by dropping to his knees and taking Iain's penis into his mouth.

The locker room was almost empty – just a few men around whose attention was now too rapt to get anyone else in to watch. Paul proved himself to be more skilled than Iain had expected – this was not the nervous young man's first time sucking cock. Callum came close and kissed Iain's lips, causing only the briefest of pauses in Paul's attentions as he watched from his kneeling position. Callum helped Paul's progress by playing with Iain's arse. Iain was new to the gay game and had a lot to learn about the pleasure that could be achieved even without inserting a finger.

Iain was desperate to reach out and touch something himself, with eyes that were almost blind with ecstasy, he grabbed Callum's groin and pulled at the thickening cock inside. Paul caught on and pulled Callum's shorts to his knees; from the look on Callum's face, this had not been part of the plan.

Paul began to suck Callum's dick now, masturbating Iain expertly with his right hand. Ian was already close and, sensing this, Paul paused briefly to pull off his polo-shirt. A minute later, Iain's cock burst all over Paul's chest and shoulder, he turned then and kissed Callum again. Their tongues had made contact as Callum felt himself approach orgasm too and ultimately burst in Paul's mouth.

He withdrew to finish his last squirts on Paul's smooth, bare chest. Paul stood with the seed still in his mouth and took over kissing duties, sharing the contents of his mouth with Callum himself.

They made an interesting triad: Iain naked, Paul naked from the waist up and Callum naked from the chest down. It was time to call it a day, however.

From the entrance to the locker room, Mr Douglas had watched everything. He was interested to see what would happen next and began to wonder what influence Paul might have on events. Paul could be a unifying force, Mr Douglas thought, leaving Finn to sort things out and answer inevitable questions about the cousins. Mr Douglas himself had already been asked if there was any special benefits' or services' offered by them. The short answer was no with an if, the long answer was yes with a but...

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