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My new job was working out pretty well, on the whole. There were four of us in the team, and as the new boy I was a bit worried about how I would fit in, but initially it seemed there weren't going to be too many problems.
First there was Paul, the team leader, a very nice guy with a sexy Dutch girlfriend called Nancy. They often had us all over to their cool flat for supper and beers, and I immediately warmed to him. He was that elusive kind of guy: a truly decent heterosexual. Caring and clever, funny and sensitive, completely masculine and yet without aggression. For about the first couple of weeks in my new job, he became an obvious wank fantasy, as he had a good body and a very perky little bum which I saw in the shower when we played squash, but pretty soon I realised that Paul was worth far more to me as a friend and he simply drifted out of my fantasies over the following weeks. After a while I knew that I wanted some sort of acceptance from Paul, and I took the decision to invite him and Nancy over for supper at my place, without telling them that my current boyfriend would be there as well, and in fact without telling them that I had a boyfriend at all. Hell, I'd never even told Paul anything about my private life, but when I introduced them to Jon, who was for once perfectly well behaved, Paul didn't flinch even a jot, and Nancy embraced Jon like an old friend. The evening was a great success and I knew that Paul would be a good friend for a long while yet.
Then there was Danny, a real stud for sure. Danny was well over 6 foot tall, about 6-4 I guess, with coal black hair and pale skin that tanned easily. He had had, he worked out once lunchtime, around 250 female partners ranging from one-night stands and quick fucks in nightclub toilets all the way through to serious girlfriends and one long term partner he had been engaged to for a while. At 25, I thought he had already had more than his fair share of sex. I knew immediately why Danny was such a hit with the women. The first time I was introduced to him, his perfect smile and unbelievably blue eyes made my stomach lurch and my crotch ache, and when I played squash with him at the end of the second week in my new job, he made no attempt to conceal his quite incredible body. Absurdly slim for his height, he had just enough muscle on him to make him into a dream, and his upper body was effectively hairless except for the lush pits under his arms and the rough black scrub at the base of his cock. Which was soft and long, fleshy and uncircumcised, and hung over a pair of heavy bollocks which I envisaged flopping weightily and lazily over my face as I tongued his ass in my wank fantasy that night, and many nights after that too. Danny knew enough about sex and desire to peg me instantly. "You got a boyfriend?" he asked me as we had a drink together after that first game of squash. "That obvious, is it?" I replied. He laughed. "No, not at all," he said. 'You're just a bit too nice to be straight." Danny and I became friends instantly, and Jon became quite jealous. Well, Jon always was the jealous sort, but he just couldn't get it into his head that all I did with Danny was play squash while I listened to him catalogue his sexual exploits of the week. Well, except just the one time. Danny and I were drunk over at Paul's place and after everyone had crashed out one thing followed another until one of our normal conversations about sex somehow turned into me giving him a blowjob. At the time I didn't regret it at all: Danny was bone hard and dripping, and his awesome erection seemed to slip down my throat without effort. I guess I was itching to hear all that "hey man, that was the best head I've ever had, I guess it's true what they say about guys giving BJs" bullshit, and for some unfathomable reason I was determined to prove to Danny that I was a really good cocksucker. I swallowed his king-size load and spurted into my own boxers while he tenderly ran his hands through my hair, and then we cracked another couple of beers and sparked up a couple more cigarettes. The next day I regretted it though, and cursed myself for probably ruining a great friendship, but Danny was cool as anything about it when we next played squash. His weekly summation of sexual activity began with a knowing grin and the words, "hey mate, I had absolutely the most awesome blowjob this week..." and I was pleased, not really because he had enjoyed it, but because it meant everything was cool between us. That was the only time I sucked him - Danny was, after all, straight - but I wonder sometimes if it could happen again.
The final member of our quartet was Andy, a high achiever who had served in Northern Ireland and Afghanistan with honour and had settled back into civilian family life without a hitch all well before his 30th birthday. Andy always boasted that his young wife Anna was practically perfect: slim and blonde, a great cook and host, awesome in bed and, it became clear, fertile. Anna was pregnant when I first met her and just weeks after giving birth she fell pregnant again, this time with twins. I liked Anna a lot. It was so easy to talk to her, and she would often drift by for coffee on a Saturday while Andy looked after the babies, allowing her a day for shopping and whatever she wanted. Interestingly, Anna was also the only one of my new friends that Jon liked unreservedly. But that first time Anna came round and met Jon, her face fell as she realised I was gay, and she went quite quiet. "Don't tell Andy," she warned. "Something to do with being in the Army I think; he just hates it." I was neither shocked nor appalled at this - neither was Jon, after all, we had certainly met bigots before - but it was odd to find someone I liked being an apologist for a homophobe. I don't know why, but I took Anna's advice. It was awkward at first, as both Danny and Paul knew, but after a while it became something of a game. Danny used to coach me in getting the stories of my adventures with women just right, and even though this was funny it became massively confusing. The four of us worked closely together, often travelling abroad, and I got absolutely lost in all the bullshit Danny and I had cooked up solely to avoid inflaming Andy's pathetic prejudices. Two or three times I nearly gave myself away and Jon became furious as he pieced together what I was doing - effectively denying his existence. Well, he had a point: Jon had his faults to be sure, but I loved him and he didn't deserve that. I knew things had to change. The crunch came when Paul asked me to sort it out because he thought (probably correctly) that the two-speed dynamic in our team was soon going to get in the way of work.
How to tell Andy was by now a complicated issue, because it meant I would also have to acknowledge all the bullshit. On top of that was the implication that we deemed him stupid enough to buy all the bullshit, although Andy was by no means stupid, just blinkered. Then add in that he was a homophobe, whose regular queer-basher comments at work caused me to squirm uncomfortably, Danny to bridle protectively and Paul to click his tongue in irritation at the situation. All in all, not a happy task, but I knew it had to be done. Andy played squash with an aggressive competitive streak in him a mile wide, and to say that he hated to lose was understating the case criminally. I always enjoyed playing with Paul and Danny, and especially when we all played together, but playing alone with Andy made me feel quite frustrated. Undeniably Andy was a good player. He was in excellent physical shape, and was proud of his ability and physique. He strutted round the showers and locker rooms in a manner that I assumed he had learned in the Army: there was none of the schoolboy banter that Danny, Paul and I had in the shower, just hard stares and murmurings and insinuations if someone looked at him for longer than one tenth of a second, although to be admired was without doubt his main intention. Often I wanted to beat him at squash to make him feel awkward, then tell him I was gay and watch him crumble at the realisation he had been beaten by a poof. But usually I couldn't beat him because he was simply too good, and in all the games I played with Andy I think I only won three. Furthermore Andy had one awesome body. He was dark blond, still cropped short military style, with a swirl of fine blond hair on his hard chest. Darker pubes encircled a meaty-looking shaft and firm thighs thrust his whole package forward. I doubted that he was quite as hung as Danny but there was no doubt I was attracted to him. I was torn between wanting to denounce him as a bigot to the whole locker room, and wanting to sink to my knees and get busy on that rod. But afterwards, away from the showers, when we were all drinking in the bar, all those feelings would pass, and he became just Andy, the slightly quirky ex-military guy with whom I worked, and who believed I was straight.
You've got to tell him, Paul had said. It's getting out of hand.
As I pelted across the court to return a viciously hard shot of Andy's, Paul's words ran through my head again. I had decided this was going to be it, I would tell him as soon as we finished playing. I was trying to think exactly how to do it, how to word it, how to apologise for the deceit, in short, how to be grown up about it, and as a consequence my game was pretty poor. Andy easily beat me, and, gloating slightly, he smirked "something on your mind, mate?" as he pulled his sweat-drenched t-shirt over his head. The appearance of his hard chest flummoxed me slightly as a desire to lick the sweat from his stomach crashed uninvited into the front of my mind. "Nah," I replied, regaining my cool as I stepped out of my shorts and jock. "You just played better than you usually do, you bastard." He laughed. He liked that kind of praise. If Danny had been there he would have rolled his eyes in mock despair at my transparent attempt at buttering Andy up, and I laughed to myself. He walked ahead of me to the showers, his towel casually draped over his shoulder. His ass moved like magic. His rock hard buns had a kind of tight little bounce with each swagger and step.
I ought to stop admiring his body, I thought, considering what I'm about to tell him.
Irritated, I noticed we weren't alone in the showers. Well, it was Friday evening and the whole place was full of guys unwinding after work before going out on the beer. But there was one guy in particular I had no real desire to see at that precise moment, a young guy called Tom, in his late teens, who was showering about three heads along. It was one of those open rooms with no dividing screens; anyone brought up in a British school (and the Army I should imagine) is quite used to this arrangement, but at that moment I would have preferred it if Tom had been hidden behind anything at all, or preferably not even in the building. About a month before Tom had turned up out of nowhere and always seemed to be at the sports club whenever I was there. He worked out and swam, and the half dozen times I had seen him he had always seemed to be alone. I would have limited my impression of him to an idle observation of perhaps "hey look at that sexy young guy" had it not been for the fact that the third time I saw him, Tom had cruised me outrageously in the showers, so much so that when Paul (who was completely blind to what was going on) moved back to get dressed, I made a flimsy excuse to stay to use the loo, disappeared into a toilet cubicle with Tom and sat on the bog as he knelt and sucked me quite expertly. We switched places and I returned the favour, and as it had taken no longer than about 6 or 7 minutes, Paul was none the wiser. Tom had winked on his way out and I'd thought no more of it.
Until now. Because Tom was most definitely trying to catch my eye again, and I caught a quick glimpse of him openly sporting a semi-hard dick. Oh fuck it when worlds collide, I thought. Ordinarily I would have shouldered the guilt about mucking around behind Jon's back and snuck off with Tom to trade blowjobs again. But I was showering with Andy the homophobe whose hot body made my pulse race and who I had to tell I was gay. Nightmare scenario. I ignored Tom completely hoping that next time I might be able to make up for it with a more relaxed session, but knowing that this time was utterly out of the question. With one lusty hard torso alongside me and a teenager offering to blow me just a little way off, I worried about my own rod thickening so I cleaned up at top speed and finished my shower. Towelling vigorously, I went back to my locker.
Andy was only a couple of minutes behind me, and was at his most objectionable. I had been frantically trying to find the words to tell him, and thought it would be best to get it over with in the locker room so that any reaction would be away from the rest of the crowd we were due to meet after our game. But on hearing Andy's pseudo-macho bullshit echo irritatingly round the locker room I began to wonder if I wanted to tell him at all. But I had to: Paul had requested it, and anyway I felt guilty about Jon and worried about all the deceptive bullshit Danny and I had cooked up. Just as I had finished getting dressed, while Andy was still strutting naked at the bench next to me, I opened my mouth to speak the dreaded words.
"Fucking poof over there been checking me out for about ten minutes now," said Andy quite audibly, pointing to Tom, who was drying himself a little way off. "Why doesn't he just skip his fairy-ass out of here? This is supposed to be a men's dressing room."
Tom didn't react, and I closed my mouth, swallowing back the unspoken words.
"I mean," continued Andy, "what do you think the fucking ass bandit is looking for around here?"
I flinched and thought fuck you, Andy. "Meet you upstairs," I said coldly, my mind now forming an alternative plan. In the bar upstairs I knew I would find Paul and Nancy, Danny and whichever woman he brought along and of course Andy's wife Anna. And no Jon. Because Andy was a homophobe, my boyfriend wasn't going to be going out with us, even though everyone else knew and liked Jon. Something snapped inside me and I decided to do it differently. As I left the changing room I stopped to hunt through my bag to find my phone: I wanted to call Jon to ask him to meet us right there, and when he arrived I was simply going to introduce him to Andy as my boyfriend, and then see if Andy was prepared to trot out his "fucking ass bandit" comments in front of the others. I had hoped to appeal to him as a human being, but now I determined to publicly shame him into being decent.
With great annoyance I realised that I had picked up Andy's phone instead of my own. I headed back down the stairs to the changing room.
I was surprised that Andy was nowhere to be seen. His bag was still there, together with all his clothes, and I easily found my phone on the top. I was just turning to leave again when I realised that Tom was also absent. For one split second I had a horrible image of Andy smashing Tom's face in for daring to look at his body. But no. I doubted he would go that far. I wandered back to the showers just to check Andy wasn't aggressively taunting Tom anywhere.
The showers were busy but there was no sign of either Andy or Tom. And as I looked into the loo area there was nobody at the urinals and only one cubicle with the door closed. Oh my god, I thought. Surely not...
Once the idea was lodged in my head, I simply had to know. Silently I walked up to the closed door, but could hear nothing because of the constant noise of spray and steam and shouting from the showers. Tentatively I opened the door to the neighbouring cubicle and went inside. The cubicle partition went right to the floor so I couldn't deduce anything and there were no glory holes to spy through. Thinking why the fuck not, I quietly climbed onto the bog and stood up to try and look over the top of the dividing wall.
Fucking hell.
Tom was sitting on the bog, naked, legs spread, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. He saw me instantly and smiled wickedly, then winked and indicated that the blowjob he was getting was certainly doing the job. Andy knelt in between Tom's legs, jacking his own rod, his distinctive cropped blond head frantically bobbing and slurping on Tom's teen meat.
I reeled backwards, nearly falling off my perch. I took one more glance over to check I really had seen it, then quickly left the locker room, my thoughts running wild. I didn't know what to do now. I sensed I had the greatest ever bargaining chip in our forthcoming conversation, but rather than feel justified in assuming that Andy was an idiot, and that I now couldn't lose any argument that might follow, I was just absolutely appalled at the level of hypocrisy in his life, which at that moment still involved a wife and young children. What the fuck gave him the right to slag off gay guys while all the time he liked to give head to random teenagers in the sports club bogs?
Fuming, I called Jon and he agreed to stroll along to the club "as long as we don't have to stay there all night, babe". Rather than go straight up to the bar I knew I had to calm down and collect my thoughts before I instigated the scene I had planned. I paced around for a few minutes until I stopped at the vending machines outside the locker rooms and sorted through my change to buy some chocolate.
"Rots the teeth, old boy," chirped Andy as he came round the corner from the locker room and saw me considering chocolate. He was immaculately dressed, not at all flushed, and showed no signs of very recent sexual activity. I bristled at his comment. Anger bubbled over in me and words came without the usual triple checks I needed in Andy's company.
"Well you don't get that problem with spunk, do you?"
Andy was fiddling with his bag and looked up, confused. "Sorry, what?"
"I was just reflecting that spunk is a pretty sugar-free snack. Although I expect you knew that," I said clearly and slowly, looking right at him seriously.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" he countered dismissively and with a little less bravado.
"Nothing mate," I said cheerily. "Just wondered if you enjoyed that blowjob you just gave, er, what did you call him, that "fucking ass bandit"?"
Andy stared at me incredulously.
"Funny, isn't it?" I continued. "It's got no sugar, but it sure can taste sweet as hell sometimes. Tom's is particularly good too, if I recall, and I'll bet there was quite a decent sized serving. What did you think? Or don't you swallow? Did you just let him spray on your chest and didn't get a taste? Or do you like it over your face?"
"Are you saying..." stuttered Andy, who had turned a furious red and looked like he might attack me at any second.
"Oh!" I cried as Tom exited the locker room, looking hot as fuck in jeans and a t-shirt. "Here he is! Let's ask him. Good blowjob, Tom?"
"So-so," smiled Tom, seeming to grasp instantly the state of play between me and Andy. "A bit amateur, but it got the job done. Couple of nasty moments with his teeth, but the view was good so I wasn't complaining."
"Yeah?" I replied. "Did he swallow?"
"Fuck yeah," laughed Tom. "Right guzzler. Surprised he tasted any of it, it went down that fast."
Two women came out of the female locker room and our conversation was suspended while they passed and went up the stairs to the bar. During this gap for a second I thought I saw Andy's face screw up in desperate looking tears. I sensed his world was crashing down around him, but I still had remarkably little sympathy. But then suddenly his manner changed and his back stiffened, and he seemed to gain more strength from somewhere.
"I haven't the faintest clue what either of you two pansies is talking about," he declared. "Now get out of my way, I'm going to the bar."
"Deny it, do you?" said Tom, intrigued. "You deny that a couple of minutes ago you were on your knees sucking a big load of jizz out of my balls?"
"Don't bother me with your perverted fantasies, you fucking little fairy," spat Andy. "Fuck off out of my way."
"You deny that you just moaned 'oh yeah feed me that dick, boy!' while you sucked like a vacuum and wanked your own mediocre cock like a piston?" grinned Tom again. I hoped he wasn't going too far.
Andy snapped. He launched himself at Tom, but I lunged at him to prevent him hitting the teenager, barging Andy to the floor.
"What's your problem?" he shouted at me. "What do you care if I cripple this tosser or not?"
"Oh Jesus, have you got a lot to learn," I sighed heavily. Tom looked on as Andy picked himself up, still furious, but not knowing what to do. "Tom, can you find us somewhere appropriate?" I asked.
"Sure can," he nodded. "There's a family changing room that's empty at this time of night. Used it a couple o' times myself, you know, if I got into a longer sesh than a quick one in the bogs."
Andy said nothing, but obviously felt slightly embarrassed by his attempt to batter a boy ten years younger than him. He tried to slide away and ignore our chatter.
"Oh no you don't," I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him back. "Lead the way, Tom."
"What's your game, then?" I asked Andy, almost politely, as I pushed him along in front of me as we followed Tom. "Closeted poof, are you? Married that lovely girl to try and normalise yourself? Or do you just like a bit of teenage cock on the side? Surprised you sucked him to be honest, had you down more of a lay-back-and-be-serviced kind of guy. But yeah Tom's got a hot body and a good cock and, Christ, teenagers like Tom don't come along every day so I guess I don't blame you for having a good taste of him. Like being back in the army was it? A few nervous new recruits, don't worry, come to uncle Andy with your dicks out and all will be ok, he'll look after you, that kind of thing? Or was it you on the end of it? Forced to suck a superior's monster endowment to prove yourself one of the boys, then got a taste for it? Found you couldn't live without it? Started looking for cock elsewhere? That more like it?"
Andy stayed silent. Tom stopped at a door marked Families. It was open but the lights were off inside, and was utterly empty. We went in and Tom shot the bolt.
I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do next. I knew I was livid with Andy, for all that time spent treading on eggshells trying not to provoke the bigot in him, when now it looked like I could have been as open as I should have been all along, because there just might be a raging homo locked away inside that raging homophobe. Andy was negative and subdued with an undercurrent of aggression.
"So, Einstein, what do you hope to achieve by bringing me in here?" he asked in a surly tone.
"I'm not sure," I answered honestly. "I guess I just want to know how deeply buried the "fucking ass bandit" is in you. Kneel."
"Why the fuck should I?" Andy's voice rose again in anger.
"Because I say so. And because your lovely wife is upstairs enjoying a rare night out. And because you do not want certain areas of your life to meet certain other areas. Tom usually has a drink in the bar after a swim, don't you, Tom?"
"Sure do," agreed Tom. "Pretty fond of a beer or two after a good swim. Even more after a blowjob."
"You like the idea of Tom chatting casually to Anna, do you, Andy?" I taunted.
"Don't mention her name," said Andy quietly. "She is not to get mixed up in all this."
"She already is," I replied. "You married her. Perhaps you shouldn't have done. Now kneel."
"OK..." choked Andy, tears evident in his eyes. "You've made your point. What do you want?"
"What do I want?" I repeated, confused. "Do you think I want to blackmail you?"
"Well, yes actually," answered Andy, bewildered. "Don't you? Anything. I'll do or pay anything, as long as you don't tell Anna."
"I don't want to blackmail you, you prick. I want you to kneel."
"Wh-why?" stuttered Andy. "What's all this in aid of if you're not going to tell her?"
"Well," I began. "It's about me having to pretend not to be gay in case you went mad at work. It's about a decent guy called Jon who I have pretended doesn't exist because of your rampant homophobia. But mostly it's about you. Because I saw you sucking on Tom's dick, Andy, it there was no doubt you were enjoying it. I think you need more exposure to what you're denying about yourself. If you learn to enjoy sex with guys, maybe you won't blank it out after it happens and continue to slag off guys like me and Tom here just because we get off on the same stuff. Now get on your fucking knees, because there is a teenage cock only feet away from your mouth which is probably in need of another energetic mouth job."
Andy stared at me.
"You want me to suck him again?"
"Ah! So you admit you did it before?"
"Yeah," he said sheepishly. "Moment of madness. Dunno why I did it."
"You did it because you liked it. Now get down and do it again."
"And you won't tell Anna?"
"Not if you make every effort to please Tom in the next ten minutes. Learn to love being gay, Andy. Then Anna and your conscience will be matters for you to deal with, nobody else. Now for fuck's sake get on your knees and show this boy no hard feelings for attempting to knock him unconscious."
"Difficult," smirked Tom. "I've got nothing BUT hard feelings over here." He pulled his fly buttons apart and his jeans opened to reveal his beautiful teen stalk standing at full mast. Andy's eyes were drawn irresistibly to Tom's crotch. His mouth opened slightly.
"You actually want me to do this? And you're not going to tell, or smash my head in, or blackmail me? You're just going to watch?"
There was a kind of wonder in his voice. I felt a sudden pang of sympathy. Who knew what hells a gay guy had gone through in the Army, and how far he had gone to try and forget when it was over.
"Maybe I won't just watch, Andy," I said softly. I walked up to him and kissed him gently on his neck. Andy shivered at the contact. "Go on," I whispered. "Look at that cock. It needs your attention."
It was crunch time, but both Tom and I knew which way Andy would jump. He kept looking at me, as if to check that I wasn't suddenly going to run at him with an iron bar, his eyes moving constantly between me and Tom's throbbing rod. As he got closer, he fell to his knees silently and then looked at me one last time. His nose was inches from Tom's bell end, which was already dripping. I nodded at him again. He closed his eyes and leaned over Tom's delicious meat, taking easily half of it into his mouth at once. Tom groaned his approval.
Andy didn't look at me again. He devoured that cock with all the passion his wonderful body could muster. He tongued and licked and sucked, and worked Tom's balls and foreskin and shaft, until the teenager had to sit down on one of the benches, reeling from the sensations. Andy just shuffled forward without breaking his connection with the dick. He was groaning continuously in his throat around Tom's shaft, deep groans of carnal masculine fulfilment, and as I watched I saw Andy's true colours emerge. He was without doubt a completely submissive homosexual.
It was a beautiful sight. Andy's confidence grew with each passing minute, and his enthusiastic assault on Tom's rod was certainly getting Tom near the edge. Andy attempted for the third or fourth time to deep-throat this perfect penis and Tom let out a loud grunt of pleasure as Andy finally got his lips in Tom's pubes, and then tried to pull him in even further. I was impressed. I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have Andy suck my own cock. I massaged my nearly completely hard meat through my jeans, and Tom caught my eye. He nodded and smiled.
At first I just meant to free my dick so it could reach full size without being constrained by clothes. I thought perhaps I would wank a load out while I watched Andy get in touch with his inner self. But here I was finally in a sexually charged situation with this military hard man, who was on his knees servicing a virile teenager, and I was bone hard standing right behind him. It was never going to stay like that. Tom lifted his t-shirt over his head and tried hard to calm him breathing, I could tell he was close and was hoping to delay shooting, so I thought I would give Tom a break from the intensity. I stepped out of my own jeans and boxers, slipped off my shirt and went round to sit next to Tom. Andy came off Tom's dick and looked up at me, almost confused, as if he'd forgotten that anything else in the world existed but Tom's meat.
As I looked in Andy eyes at that moment, I saw a different guy. There was no superiority, no sneer. Just lust and desire.
"Phew!" gasped Tom, wriggling out of his jeans. "Fucking awesome! Mate, you sure got a lot better than you were ten minutes ago in the bog!"
I nodded slowly and silently at Andy, and closing his eyes again, he sank his mouth onto my own erection. Jesus. As I watched Andy's head bob slowly in my lap, and felt his sensational mouth doing its stuff, I kissed lightly with Tom and thought that it was likely that Andy's entire sex life with guys so far might have been desperately hurried head in secret and dangerous places. Perhaps this was the very first time he had been somewhere safe where the risk of discovery was irrelevant, and when he had been encouraged to explore his own pleasure rather than dish it out to army buddies. Tom gave head like a complete master. His love of cock was evident through his whole body, the lust etched in his face, behind the screwed up eyes. I was surprised and ecstatic when after a short while he slipped his lips further and further down until he had me all. His throat seemed to pulse around my shaft, and I went immediately light headed. I gently pulled him off; like Tom, I didn't want this to end yet.
He looked up at me, smiling slightly. "Why have you hidden this glorious cock from me all the time we've been working together?" he said quietly.
"It sure is a beaut," agreed Tom. "Fucking loved getting it down my throat that time before."
I felt embarrassed, but no guy dislikes praise about his equipment, and I glowed a bit as well. It was longer and thicker than Tom's, but nothing freakish, but I knew what Andy was saying: it was like he was trying to say that he'd thought about, fantasised about this moment before. Well, fuck, so had I.
I sniggered slightly. "You think this is a good one, you should see Danny's at full steam."
Andy knelt bolt upright, leaving my cock alone completely. "You've seen Danny with a boner?" his voice was excited, in wonder, like a schoolboy. "What's it like?"
"Oh yeah, I've seen it," I laughed. "And sucked it, and swallowed the lot."
"Is that your tall, dark-haired mate?" asked Tom. "Fucking awesome body, that one."
"The very same," I sniggered.
"No!" cried Andy in disbelief. "No way, you fucker! How the fuck did that happen? Jesus I can't believe you, barely been working with us two minutes and you've got into the shorts of the straightest guy in London?"
"Sometimes straight guys get curious," I replied simply. "It couldn't have been planned, it just happened. He was horny, I was willing, no bad feelings afterwards. And yes, it's fantastic. About nine inches I'd say; just gorgeous. But forget Danny's meat for now - he's not here and the three of us are."
Andy stared at the two erections in front of him, and went back to mine before returning to Tom's. Tom and I, both naked, snogged increasingly more heavily and played with each other's tits as our cocks were alternately pleasured by this meat-addict in front of us. Andy just bobbed away in heaven. It wasn't going to last much longer, but I wanted it to last forever. I looked down at Andy who was still fully clothed.
"Talking of cocks," I mused, "what's yours like?"
"Nuthin' special," grunted Andy as he switched cocks. "Nothing like these babies."
"I still want to see though," I said. "Get naked with us, Andy."
Andy looked up again. "You actually want to see my body?"
"Course we do, mate," said Tom. "It's awesome. That hard chest with the blond hair, fuck man, I've been wanking off for weeks thinking about that."
God, I thought, so had I. Tom and I certainly had similar tastes, and for a second I wished it had been possible for me to meet Tom when we were both 18. We would have set new records for sexual intensity.
Andy still looked surprised that anyone could be interested in him sexually.
For all that strutting and posing naked in a masculine environment, it looked very much like he had no idea of his own sexiness. It was amazingly erotic. Andy stood up slowly and unbuttoned his shirt. His nipples were like something out of a porn film: large and round and dark brown against his beautiful fair chest. Tom moaned in appreciation. Andy threw his shirt to another bench and then unbuckled his jeans, pushing them to the floor, slightly embarrassed. Standing before us wearing only boxers, his cock was easily visible tenting the fabric. After an age he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and lowered them over his cock.
Tom and I were treated to a close-up view of his wonderful tool. Not super long, about six inches, and uncut but with his head poking through the skin flap, but boy was he thick. One of those that actually seemed to be thicker at the bell end than the root as his head flared so much. It would be perfect for getting fucked by, thrilling your ass by stretching it good but without poking you in the stomach with each thrust. I had a sudden urge to offer Andy my hole and tell him to go mad.
Tom was just as into it. "Huh, and this is what he calls nothing special. Looks fucking good to me," he said.
Without waiting for permission, Tom just pulled Andy's crotch towards him and went down on his cock. Andy gasped. I watched Tom do his stuff for a while. He was talented, no doubt, and I wondered where he had learned these skills at his age. Andy was huffing and puffing, his breath getting faster, while he muttered, oh my god, I never knew, fuck, wow, Christ, while ecstasy raced around his head. I smiled. Perhaps, just perhaps, nobody, no guy at least, had ever given Andy head before. I knew immediately what to do.
I went round the back of Andy and sat on the floor. From this angle I could see Andy's balls through his legs bouncing as he pushed his cock into Tom's mouth. Suddenly Tom took him all the way in and Andy grunted like an animal, and at that moment I struck. I pulled his iron cheeks apart and ran my tongue along the length of his soap-smelling crack.
Andy bellowed. I took that as permission to go further. Focussing on his tightly puckered ring, I tongued hard, swirling my action in the centre of his masculinity. Andy was going wild. Then to complete the assault, I got my face as far into his crack as possible and then forced the tip of my tongue inside his muscle ring, while Tom sank his mouth to the base of Andy's shaft. Andy reeled in the heady pleasure of being tongue-fucked and deep-throated simultaneously. He cried out, his knees gave way a little bit and our posture was lost.
"Jesus!" he cried. "I never knew anything could feel that good!"
I looked at him, and saw a sexy young guy laughing and grinning his head off at the joy of being with other guys. Andy the homophobe, in this room and in this situation at least, was completely banished. I smiled back, and said, "it gets better."
Tom grinned. He knew what I was going to do, but I doubt Andy did. Tom shifted so that his legs were either side of the bench, and lay back propped on his elbows, offering Andy his cock again. Like a child after sweets Andy immediately got up on the bench on his knees and leant down to swallow Tom's cock once more. This left his ass in the air, and my tongue went straight back to that tight ring. Tom's groans increased, as my tonguing Andy had obviously upped the tempo of the blowjob. I knew we didn't have much time, we were all close to shooting. I quickly replaced my tongue with one finger and a ton of saliva and, far from objecting from the invasion, Andy wiggled his ass further back onto it. Wow, I thought. A natural. Tom caught my eye and nodded urgently at me, trying to hurry me up. This was going to have to be quick or orgasms would be on us before we knew it. Two fingers. Andy groaned in delight, his anal muscles pulsing with desire. The inside of his passage was hot and fleshy. I had to feel it.
I couldn't wait for three fingers, but instead, keeping my two fingers opening his ring I knelt behind him on the bench, looking at Tom with huge grins on both our faces. A massive spit wad landed plum on my bell end and I slicked it along the length of my shaft. Then without waiting for anything more I removed my fingers, grabbed his hips and pushed my cockhead into Andy's ass.
Andy yelled but pushed back against me. Oh this is so easy, easy, easy, I laughed to myself. Andy had obviously been waiting for something up his ass for I would guess ever since he realised that cocks got him hot. I plunged in. There was resistance but not enough to stop me getting about two-thirds in. Jesus what pleasure.
"Go for it," gasped Tom to me, as Andy devoured his cock.
I grabbed Andy's solid buns and began to thrust. This new movement rocked Andy further onto Tom's cock each time, and the pair of them began to grunt loudly in time with my fuck. I wanted all the way in Andy and I pushed harder with each entry. Andy did nothing to limit my access. He wanted full penetration as much as I did, and he pushed back and squirmed like a little bitch. After about twenty seconds I was grinding my pubes into Andy's ring. This was the hungriest cunt I had even shagged. I wallowed in the bliss of having my large dick buried completely inside a first class ass, then started to pound with a vengeance. There wasn't time for romance and sensitivity here. Andy could find someone else to give him long and languorous fucks another time, I thought, and concentrated hard on pumping to orgasm. I could tell Andy was into it as Tom's face was flushed like he was about to explode. Andy groaned and grunted like an animal as his work rate on Tom's cock went through the roof and his ass sucked my cock inside him with every thrust.
Tom was on the edge. He stopped trying to support the weight of his torso on his elbows, which he'd done so he could watch Andy in action, and collapsed back on the bench. I looked round and saw Andy had Tom's entire shaft deep in his throat, as well as one hand working his balls and the other with fingers up Tom's hole. Flat on his back, Tom's breathing showed his ribs and his flat stomach, and he grabbed his own nipples. "Oh yeah!" he cried.
"Do it, Tom!" I urged.
Tom's body was bucking out of control under Andy's attentions.
"OH FUCK. YEAH!" he yelled. "I'M CUMMING!"
Fuck it was so hot to watch that I rammed even faster into Andy's hole. Tom's hips bucked upwards three, four, five times as he unloaded with huge power into Andy's mouth. Andy hungrily gulped all he could, but the force was too great for him, and Tom's plentiful thick white teen juice started to spill out of the side of his mouth and into Tom's bush. Tom's body writhed on the bench in the wonder of orgasm as I felt my own climax rising. I leaned round and grabbed Andy's achingly stiff dick as I thrust into him as hard and as fast as I could. Andy placed my hand back on his hip and took control of his own cock. He was sweating and grunting profusely and the smell and sound of him was as much as a turn on as seeing Tom losing his load. Oh man, I was right there...
Andy stopped his blowjob and came upright, letting Tom's delicious looking spunked-up hardon slap back against his own messy stomach.
"Arrghhhh!" cried Andy as his fist worked his thick stiff throbber at superhuman speed.
Tom shuffled his lithe body towards Andy and chanted at him, "shoot mate! On my chest, on my face, any-fucking-where!"
That did it for me. I pulled Andy's body right up against mine, feeling his flawless damp back rub against my nipples. I forced my tongue in his ear and pushed my hot breath straight in after my tongue with the words, "Ready, baby? Here it comes!!!!"
My hips went mad as my dick pounded through the final moments. The tight wet vacuum of his ass finally became too much. I hugged him hard with both arms wrapped around his fantastic chest as my bollocks gave up the fight and my spunk splurged into his guts. My head spun with the amazing fucking wonder of having sex with hot guys, hot chests, hot dicks, hot holes.
"Andy! Oh Man YEAH!!" I gasped.
Our bodies trembled together as my pumping forced my jizz endlessly into him. Suddenly I felt him clamp down which did exquisite things to the orgasm that I was drowning in.
"FUUUCCCKKKK!" cried Andy as tension and relief flooded through his body. I clung to him as I was unloading and felt his own climax inside his body indistinguishable from my own. A couple of small spurts from his cock was followed by a thick powerful rope of spunk splatting across Tom's chest, and a mighty yell from Andy. A fourth volley got Tom square on the chin and neck and Andy and I quivered in ecstasy as our orgasms piled into each other as we watched Tom eagerly lick up Andy's mancream. As my climax faded I kissed Andy's neck long and hard as I saw his cock dribbling to a halt. More spunk fell on Tom's stomach and yet more dripped into his bush and oozed down Andy's shaft and wrist. I eased my pumping to slow and then eventually to nothing. Andy's ass gripped me in a way that said don't pull out just yet.
I held on to him tightly, enjoying the proximity of his masculine body. It was a couple of minutes before anyone said anything. Tom moved first, sitting up and looking at us both kneeling in front of him, his legs still spread, his cock still half-hard.
"Fucking awesome," he judged with a grin, toying with his spunky piece of meat. "Best ever."
I had to agree with him. I slowly pulled out of Andy's hole and stood up behind him. I went round to Tom who instinctively licked some of the spunk off my softening cock-head. I leaned over and kissed him deeply muttering thanks into his ear. We both looked at Andy. He was still kneeling in front of Tom, his dick still in his hand, a look of disbelief and shock, yet immense fulfilment over his face. Eventually he focussed on us.
"I've never in my life imagined anything like that was possible..." he began, then trailed off as I stopped his words with a deep kiss. Tom kissed him too, on his neck and in his hair, and gradually we made our way to the small shower area attached to this useful spare changing room. Moments later we were all soaping each other's bodies tenderly, as Andy was still lost in bliss somewhere.
I smiled at him. "Welcome to the world," I said.
A short while later I introduced Andy to Jon in the bar upstairs, with the simple words, "Andy, this is my boyfriend, Jon."
"Very pleased to meet you," said Andy warmly, grinning as they shook hands.
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