I must have blacked out for a second. When I came to somebody was saying my name quietly, over and over again.
I opened my eyes and remembered where I was. In the shower at Mr Herlihy’s apartment.
Christian, Christian, came the voice again.
I looked down.
Mr Herlihy was on his knees, looking up at me.
As I’ve told you before his skin was tawny and his hair was dark, but now his hair and his face was all covered, not just with the water from the shower, but by a ton of jizz. My jizz it looked like.
Those cute black curly lashes were all matted with cum now, and that full mouth was just dripping, out came his tongue to lick his lips, and to swallow what I had just shot all over him. Hey some of it was running down through the flattened thick black curls on his chest.
Oh Christian, oh Christian, he murmured, you are a really bad boy.
I came back to my senses then, saw my big cock still pulsing and dripping steadily down on Mr Herlihy, my teacher, and those big puppy dog eyes looking up at me.
His cock was still hard too, pointing up at me.
I guess he was right. I was a really bad boy.
Mr Herlihy really was tall, like really tall. He had played basketball professionally they said, but now he was our sports coach, for swimming too. Jesus, he was so tall he could more or less stand at the deep end at the pool and still keep his dick dry. Only kidding. But hey, he was freakin hot all the same.
Mr Donovan, my English teacher, had left town kinda unexpectedly. That was a bit of a letdown as my grades were super cool with him, and also I had been fucking him on a weekly basis for a couple of months. Then one Monday morning he was gone. A personal issue, they said.
I asked Mom if she had heard anything from the other moms, but if she did she kept mum.
A personal issue, she repeated.
I was in the barber’s chair with Carl who had been cutting my hair all my life. He learned a lot from the men he clipped and sold rubbers to at the weekend. He asked me about my grades and my classes as per and then asked if that Mr Donovan had been one of my teachers.
I felt my face go fuckin red and more than that I could see my cheeks in the mirror facing me.
It turned out Carl owned the apartment Mr Donovan had been renting. I had been in it but did not let that one slip. He had done a midnight getout he said, left the place spotless, left a pile of dough on the kitchen counter to make up for the inconvenience, Carl said.
I reckoned I had left my DNA all over the place.
I heard he got one of the students in the family way, said Carl and chuckled.
Fuck, I knew quite a lot about Mr Donovan’s sperm, but what I had learned suggested to me that a juvenile pregnancy was highly unlikely. Most of it had gone over the sheets or the tiles in the shower or down my throat, never anywhere where there was the remotest chance of impregnation. And that fiancée was a figment of somebody’s imagination, I knew that.
Anyway, then by some weird coincidence, in walked Mr Patrick Herlihy, bobbing his head down at the doorway.
Carl mumbled something like, oh jeez, here’s King Kong.
Mr Herlihy sat down in the chair next to me and waited. We exchanged pleasantries, then he took up the local newspaper.
I watched him in the mirror as Carl clipped away. Mostly what I could see were his bare legs, which looked like they had been raised on Skull Island, where Kong lives, a black forest of hair I coulda written my initials in.
But there was also the bulge in his shorts. If a man is super tall does that mean he is built in proportion? Know what I am fuckin getting at? But Mr Donovan had been both taller and shorter than me, know what I mean, so much for the theory.
Carl paused, spoke to Mr Herlihy and asked if he knew anything about Mr Donovan’s sudden departure.
He stayed behind the newsprint. A family issue, I guess, he said. A gold ring shone on his wedding finger.
Not for the first time I wondered if somebody in the school office had heard that Mr D was fucking a pupil of the male variety. Or rather was being fucked by one. No one had called me into see the Head yet and I was watching Mom’s movements just in case she was taking surprise phone calls or was going off to mystery meetings.
But of course I had not heard from Mr D either. His phone seemed to be dead and the secret one I had to get his messages was dead quiet. Looked like it was all over. And I had not ejaculated into or onto another human being for 10 days, 10 hours, and approximately 10 minutes if my calculations were right. Give or take the timing and extent of the load.
Meanwhile old Carl’s bulge was pressing into the back of my head. Frankly I could have done without that. I am not saying he was a pervert or anything, he was a married man and grandfather, but hey, I like to choose the cocks that press against the nape of my neck, and I prefer them to be younger.
Talking of young bulges, Mr Herlihy put down his paper and turned to me with a mild smile.
How ya doing Christian? You’re doing great on the team, but there’s something we need to talk about, just came into my head here, looking at Carl’s razors, nothing bad, it can wait, but remind me, yeah?
Sure I said, will do.
I had an idea what it was. Some of the guys in the team had been talking about it. Before the next big competition we would have to shave our bodies, it was part of the drill. Guys often got their moms or girlfriends to help out, for fuck’s sake.
Mr Herlihy sir, I said. Is it about shaving our chests?
I laughed.
For fuck’s sake said Carl, laughing too. Bring the whole team down and I’ll do a deal. We shaving boys’ chests now? What a fuckin world!
Mr Herlihy smiled too.
It is the way we do things now Carl. It’s a good look. Good in the water.
Says who, replied Carl. Not a rule you follow yourself though, eh, Mr Herlihy?
It was true. Mr H’s chest, like his forearms and his legs, looked like it had been woven from black Irish wool. His unbuttoned polo shirt told the whole story.
He laughed. You got me there Carl, but when I was young and in the pool, I was smooth like a baby.
Like Michaelangelo’s David were you, I chipped in.
I wondered if there were any photos of Mr Herlihy in those days on Facebook or anywhere.
Mr H looked at me. Yeah, Christian, but I wore more than he did, and he winked.
I thought about David’s magnificently carved curly pubic hair and his plump dick. We had all giggled over it in art class. I wondered if Mr H was built like David.
Carl finished with me.
Mr H smiled over at me.
Looking neat and tidy now Christian, he remarked. Hey, you want to talk about that other matter, you know?
What was he talking about? Mr Donovan and me for god’s sake?!
The shaving thing?
I heard Carl guffaw.
Sure, I said.
He lowered his voice.
Why not pop round and we can have a chat about it? After 4?
I knew where he lived. Fuck, I knew the buzzer.
I walked home with a massive boner in my shorts.
I still had it when I pressed his buzzer several hours later, though it was new as I had jerked off at home after a tuna sandwich.
Hi Christian he said, opening the door, showing off his good teeth. His hair was wet.
Just been mowing the lawn, he said, hot exercise. I got a whiff of sweat off him. I guessed his armpits were pretty high, straight out of the jungle. His polo shirt was properly unbuttoned and it looked like he had a black tee underneath. Fucking ape.
He said he would get me a cold drink and while he was in the kitchen I looked around the room. There were sort of arty posters of athletes, the Olympics, that sort of thing, as well as framed photographs of him with another man, looking happy together.
That’s my husband Ben said Mr Herlihy coming back and handing me a tall glass. I sipped it, half expecting alcohol, but it tasted like virgin fruit juice.
Oh yeah, I said, your husband.
He was a tall well-built black man.
Is he an athlete too, I asked, meaning did he have a big black cock.
Mr Herlihy laughed, no Ben works in finance.
How tall is he? I asked, meaning how big is his cock?
Pretty tall, smiled Mr Herlihy back. Tall enough.
I guess that meant Ben was hung.
He sat back in the sofa opposite with his legs spread wide and his hands beside his damp head.
Hey Christian, just wondered if you needed help with the shaving thing. Sure if you’re happy with your Mom doing it, but hey, my hands are available if you want.
He grinned, the horny pervert. Was he coming on to me? Had Mr Donovan told him about me?
Not gonna lie, I felt my dick getting stiff in my shorts again. After all it was ten days since I had had sex with another human being. And I was a horny eighteen year old.
You wanna check out my chest, sir I said, as if butter would not melt in my ass.
Without waiting for an answer I pulled my tee over my head.
Look I am not a gorilla, but I do have a bit of hair on my chest, but it is mostly really fair, so it does not always look like it is there. There was more around my navel and it was darker down that way.
I could see Mr Herlihy’s eyes glittering, the perv.
Does it need a lot of work on it do you think sir?
I ran my hands over my chest and down to my stomach.
Sitting opposite Mr Herlihy’s tongue was more or less hanging out.
You can call me Patrick here, or even Pat, if that is OK with you Christian?
OK, Pat, sir, I said, and took the opportunity to put my hands behind my head, so he got a good view of my pits. Actually I think Pat was more interested in the size of my nips and the little circles of fair hair which sprouted there.
My shorts were pretty full and straining now, and as you know, I am a big boy, so there was not much chance of hiding the full length and girth of my eighteen year old cock.
Pat’s face was red. He had stuck his big gorilla hand over his crotch like he was hiding something.
Jesus, Christian, he said.
I got the message.
What about the rest of you? You know, he swallowed, down there. Have you got it growing thick down there?
Did he mean my dick (definitely thick and grown) or just my pubic hair?
Do you want me to check? He managed.
Pat exhaled.
You mean like check how hairy my ass is, sir?
He took another breath.
Heck. Christian, there’s a big shower through there, and I am feeling pretty sweaty, would not mind a wash and you …
Could join you so you could check in detail, sir, is that what you mean, erm, Pat?
He nodded.
Then he checked his watch.
We’ve got friends coming round for dinner. A couple of hours yet, and erm, Ben will be back in about an hour …
So, I grinned and stood up, my dick standing out in my shorts like a red hot poker, if we gonna wash up, we need to wash up now?
Yup, he said, and stood up.
Safe to say Pat had an erection. No hiding it.
The shower is through there, he mumbled.
I followed him, dropping the few clothes I was wearing en route, waggling my bare fluffy ass.
In the bathroom he had already switched on the shower – a big shower built for a party I should add – and he turned and smiled at me when he saw me walk in, completely naked and completely aroused.
Jesus Christian, I can see what poor Dan Donovan saw in you.
Did he talk about me? I said, plucking at my hard dick.
Sure, he grinned. He told Ben and me the best bits. We enjoyed that.
Dirty old men, I said and climbed into the shower. Coming?
Pat pulled his polo shirt off, fuck was he dark and hairy, then dropped his shorts, so all I saw was his bulging white Calvins, stark against his dark furry skin. Then he pulled them down too and out swung his dick, a very nice dick indeed. Not as big as mine, natch, but big enough.
He joined me under the hot water.
Oh fuck Christian, he said, you are a bad bad boy.
I bit his ear. That was the start of it.
He fell to his knees and began sucking me off. I rammed his wet head down on my cock. Jesus it was sweet.
We lathered one another and were covered in creamy healthy smelling stuff. His body hair sure soaked up a lot of soap.
Of course he was towering over me so his cock was practically sticking into my chest like a gun. Even under the noise of the water I could hear him moaning.
I stuck my fingers in his ass, parting the curtains of dark wet hair, and I stuck my thumb in too.
He went crazy. He sure wanted me in him. He got his wish.
I turned Mr Herlihy round and took him up the ass with a dollop of pine shower gel.
I had not had a fuck for nearly two weeks so I was pretty eager.
Mr Herlihy seemed to be liking what he was getting. He certainly made enough noise about it. I wondered if husband Ben was not a frequent ass fucker. He sure was tight.
I reached round and grasped his thick cock, fuck was it hard, and ran my spare hand all over his wet curly front, including those furry bouncing balls.
It felt like I was fucking a gorilla. I found myself biting his hairy wet shoulders. I could not hold back. I pounded him. I pumped him. I fuckin drilled him.
Pat shouted out, pushed back against me, thrusting back and forward, and then suddenly he cried out as if in pain and a big load flew out of him like a fountain, like a big fountain, and the poor man came and came again.
That was enough for me.
I pushed him down on his knees, with his face below my cock. I was jerking like a machine.
He got my load all over his face, that sweet dark unshaven face, coating his pink tongue, and I fuckin stuck his eyelashes together with my cum.
He looked up at me. Well, you know the rest. The puppy dog eyes. He told me I was a bad bad boy again.
I was towelling myself now, smelling sweet.
Was that up to expectations, I asked, sir.
Pat shook his head.
No?!
Fuck Christian, Dan said you were good, but that was amazing. You’ve got a great future as a …
He paused.
As a what sir, I asked.
He laughed as he towelled his hairy body and his cock flopped about.
You know Christian, you’ve got a great future as … something.
Want me to stay for dinner, I asked, walking about the house, picking up my discarded clothes.
Pat watched as I pulled up my jock strap, hiding my big flopping cock.
Yeah, he said slowly, you’re welcome. Ben will want to meet you, he’s heard a lot about you. Can I get you a real drink now? I need to make dinner now. Our friend Tanya is coming too, you will find her interesting.
We’re vegan, is that OK, he called out, as he began chopping and cutting.
Mom called me.
Where the heck are you Christian Wood junior, she said. We’re having your special meat balls.
Mr Herlihy gestured to give him the phone and he sweet-talked Mom, telling her about an unexpected meeting, a late swimming practice, and an offer to feed me before he brought me home.
Mom fell for it. How naïve was she.
Whatever Pat was cooking was well on its way when Ben came in the door. He was pretty impressive, tight suit and everything.
His face lit up when he saw me on the sofa.
What the fuck Pat, what have we got here? Dan’s twinky fuck toy? Top of the class, is that one? Fill me up baby, he said, as Mr Herlihy poured him a glass and poured me one too.
I heard him use the shower and wondered if the loads of jizz were long gone down the drain.
He came back looking casual and hot. By that I mean sexy.
So, you are Christian, the one who nailed poor Dan eh, the jeune homme fatal, eh?
I smiled at him. I was enjoying the red wine. The glasses were bigger than the ones Mom had.
He sat down next to me on the sofa and offered me a stuffed olive.
His voice dropped low.
Hey you Mr Preppy, you keep away from my husband, Ben said, twinky white ass trash.
He winked.
You know, he said, what I have always wanted to do … do you want to hear?
He offered me a plate of dip and raw carrots.
I nodded.
You sure you want to hear Christian? I wanna slide down some big dicked blond twink’s flagpole, fuckin face to face so he sees my ugly visage, and fuckin ride him real hard, like a hot white pony, till he shoots up my ass and I shoot all my hot jizz over his sweet twink face. Get the picture?
I nodded. I swallowed the carrot baton.
He shook his head and laughed.
Now how the fuck is that goin to happen to little ol me? With me being so ugly and my dick so small? And where would I find any pretty white twinks?
You’re not ugly Ben, I said, quietly
You think so, he said. You eighteen year old twink fucker, you really think so?
I swallowed. I could feel the red in my cheeks, definitely a bit of hardness in my groin.
Mr Herlihy called out from his roasting pans.
What you two talking about? Ben, leave Christian alone, do not scare him, he is our guest.
Sure thing Pat, said Ben, we’re having a conversation. I am learning things about Christian, that’s all.
I had another stuffed olive.
No in fact, I said quietly, I think you’re fuckin hot. Mr Herlihy is very lucky to have you. And Jesus Ben you are so tall. Lucky when he is so tall as well.
He filled our glasses. And clinked them together. Cheers.
Dan said you’re really fuckin hung Christian, is that true? Hung like a horse. A white stallion, and full of jizz.
I nodded.
So other folks say.
He shook his head again.
So, you are just a lucky little preppy white boy with a big dick?
Yeah, I guess so.
God bless you Christian and God bless America, he laughed. Say, he whispered, you should give me your number in case I ever get lonesome some night when Pat’s away.
Ben cuffed my head, and then bent down to my ear.
Fuck Christian, I just adore white boy ass. And I’ll tell you a secret, when I told you I was ugly and had a tiny dick, you know … I was fuckin lying. You’re not the only one with a big cock …
I do not know what my face looked like, but Ben laughed again.
Just saying Christian, just saying …
And off he went to help with dessert.
The buzzer went and Ben brought in a very attractive giggling young woman. This was Tanya.
The four of us had a fun time at the dinner table. The vegan food was good and plentiful, the wine flowed considerably.
Tanya flirted with me. I guess that was what she was doing, and I saw Pat and Ben exchange looks and smile. What were they up to?
I was not exactly a virgin as far as the female sex was concerned and hey I had recently found other uses for my dick, but I had done that thing, the cock in the cunt routine, more than once, and fuck, I had kinda enjoyed it. But make no mistake I liked fucking hairy ass better.
I felt her fingers on my knee under the table, stroking my bare legs and edging up my thighs too. Fuck, there was no need for me to get a hard-on but fuck I did. I was fuckin fed up with myself – after all I had fucked Mr Herlihy not two hours ago and both partners had been very satisfied. And I was a gay boy, no question.
The food was great, the wine was great, the company was great. I felt no guilt whatsoever that I had fucked Pat and now he was sitting next to Ben and they were kissing every so often and feeding creamy dessert to one another on spoons.
I remembered how Pat’s mouth had felt on my cock. And how eagerly he had lapped up my cum.
Tanya was stroking me now under the table. If she touched my balls I was gonna have to take some kind of action. Not sure what though.
Pat said he was making coffee.
Tanya said she needed some air and asked if I had seen the view. I went out on the balcony, which was rather big, with a sofa even, and yeah, a great view over the town and the hills beyond.
She reached for my hand and sort of pushed me back on the cushions of the sofa.
Christian, she said, you are just so fuckin cute. Everybody says so. Be a good boy now.
We were on the sofa now and Tanya was getting fuckin energetic, her hands all over me, up under my tee, and fiddling with my zip.
But Tanya, I struggled to say, as her mouth was all over mine, and her tongue, when it was not searching for mine, was all over my face too. I had a feeling it was going south soon. And my dick thought so too.
But Tanya I got out at last, you know – I am gay. You know I like men. I was fucking Mr Donovan till he fucked off west.
I did not mention I had rammed Mr Herlihy before I ate dinner.
She jumped off me. Her breasts bouncing.
You dirty young cunt Christian, leading me on like that. You men are all the same. You treat women like sluts, you bastards. Even the gay ones do.
Then she winked, the face of alarm dropped.
I guess we’ve got a lot in common honey and maybe I will not hold it against you, or on second thoughts maybe I will.
She laughed.
I was a bit confused now. My face felt on fire and Jesus my dick was like a cannon and I just knew it wanted out of my new Calvin jockstrap that Pat had admired earlier.
Tanya seemed to read my mind. With no more ado she pulled down my shorts, jerking them down past my knees. My cock head was poking out under the word Calvin, big and purple against the snowy new white.
She bent down over me.
You are fuckin disgustin Christian Wood Junior. Flirting with me over dinner, staring at my tits, feeling up my silky thighs under the table, and then telling me you are fuckin gay, just when I want you to fuck me with that huge monster dick Dan Donovan told me all about.
With that she swallowed my knob. I groaned naturally. What could I do?
Then she yanked the jock down so I was all out and up in all my glory, all those fuckin hard inches, and she worked away on me as to the manner born. I knew that thinking about Pat and Ben had really got me hot all through the three courses so the chances were I was going to blow in Tanya’s mouth, and blow soon, serving her up an evening load of horny anticipation.
I felt those perfect nails on my balls, and then stroking in between. Fuck if she went anywhere close to my asshole, then I was just going to fuckin explode.
She grasped my hand and pulled it down, to her smooth knee, and then up between her thighs, so silky. And here was me, just a gay boy used to Mr Donovan’s forestry plantation and heck a couple of hours earlier Mr Herlihy’s Skull Island jungle.
I guess I could stick a finger or two in her. I had done that before with Jessica Stone, I had handled it OK, and fuck, like Jessie, she deserved some sort of return for all that jerking and blowing. I was not sure I could lick her clit tho.
The whole damn thing was I thought I might cum soon anyway.
Oh Christian, you are a bad bad boy, she said, lifting her lips from my tip, and jerking me more vigorously than even before.
I want us to come together, I want us to shoot our loads very very soon. Think you can manage that, stud?
Sure, I breathed in my deepest voice, and my hand hurried up between her legs and no surprise, she had left off her panties. She would be waxed, and I bet dripping.
She was dripping right enough. Tanya’s cock was dripping. She had six inches of hard cock dripping where her cunt should have been.
What the fuck!?
Oh fuck, Christian, you dirty little boy. Got what you wanted now, fucker? Jesus, make me cum. Quid pro quo.
Pardon, I managed, but did what she said.
It was all over quite quickly and noisily after that. We jerked one another off. It was familiar territory to us both. Of course I had more to offer to her fist and lips, but I did my duty on her stiff prick too. The noises she was making suggested she was well on the way.
We’re gonna cum together Christian, my big stud, she whispered hoarsely, I knew it. Go on, shoot, fuckin shoot.
So I did. So did she.
I threw back my head against the back of the white sofa on the balcony and just let it all go. I kinda saw it go off like a firework or a fountain in some place like Italy. I kept on grasping her cock, and felt my fist flooded, and it all bursting out between my fingers and running out and down, making a bangle on my wrist.
Fuck.
Tanya slipped off the sofa with a sigh and sat down on the rug. There was a beautiful view of the sunset.
She was lighting up a cigarette while her mini dress fell back down and soaked up the cum on her thighs. Clearly I had shot all over her tits too.
She looked down at the mess.
This is fuckin vintage, you cunt, she said. Selfish fuckin stud.
Tanya laughed and without asking lit me a cigarette too.
I guessed we were OK.
Here ya go lover boy, she said.
I did n’t smoke, but heck, I had just nearly fucked a woman, but heck, I was the same gay Christian boy after all. I inhaled.
I was sitting still, legs very wide apart, shorts at my ankles, Calvin K jock below my knees. My big red stick was still standing tall, still soaked, still dripping. Fuck I could smell my cum in the night air. All that pineapple was really working.
I felt like some dumbo. Tanya was sure pretty, and her tits were fabulous, but how the fuck had I got it so wrong?
The glass door on to the balcony opened. Ben stood there with a large glass in his hand.
What the fuck, he shouted out, what the fuck, how dare you! How dare you Tanya! And you, Christian, I thought better of you, you selfish big twink prick.
I stupidly covered my drenched groin with my hands.
Tanya laughed out loud.
Ben laughed too.
How dare you fuckin smoke in our apartment!
When we had straightened and tidied and wiped ourselves and stubbed out the smokes on the balcony, we went back into the main room and there was a spontaneous round of applause and cheers. Tanya took a bow, and exclaimed that they could both pay up now.
She had fucked me for a bet.
Mr Herlihy kinda smiled too but I noticed he did not hand over the dollars that Ben did.
Both of them came over and kissed me on the lips.
Ben said – for fuck’s sake Christian tastes like Tanya – and he made a face.
Tanya was repairing her lipstick and looking at her make-up in her compact mirror.
Jesus Christ, I guess I had been initiated.
Mr Herlihy handed me a large rum and coke and kissed me on the cheek only.
He shook his head and smiled.
I guess you will be really needing this now Christian. Knock it back and I will get ya another.
There was coffee at last and dancing, and after ignoring me for a bit Tanya pulled me to my feet and we did some sort of Motown number. It went down well, especially with Ben, who it seemed to me could not keep his eyes off me. Mr Herlihy, Pat, it seemed was not a dancer. Not much of a drinker either.
Before midnight he offered to drive me home. It turned out his rum and cokes had been just coke all night.
We dropped Tanya off and she kissed me deep on my mouth. To my great shame I felt a twinge in my shorts.
Night stud, she said, and stroked my cheek. She blew a kiss at Pat.
You OK, he said as we sped through town. About Tanya I mean?
Sure, I said. It was cool. And the shower stuff, fuck, that was hot.
You know if anybody heard about this, it could be tough on all of us. Ben, Tanya, me …
I know, I said, feeling very adult.
The thing is I continued, I kinda knew it was going to be that sort of party, Pat, I mumbled, but I guess I thought I was gonna get laid again by somebody else … maybe I was gonna wake up in bed with you and Ben.
Mr Herlihy did not say anything for a bit. After a while he spoke again.
I got a text from Dan last week, he said. Mr Donovan.
Lucky you, I said. Where is he?
Beautiful Seattle Oregon, he said. In a forest.
He parked down the road from the house and we sat in the dark for a bit.
You know Christian, I am kinda jealous of Dan, and tonight, well, I’m kinda jealous of Tanya. Never saw that one coming.
He guffawed.
I reached over and kissed him. God, he was a big man, and his stubble hurt. His arms were fuckin huge man.
We could get in the back of the car, I said quietly.
On your own doorstep? Wont your Mom be out walking the dog or something?
We don’t have a dog, I laughed.
And is n’t once a night enough for you? You do know we were spying on you and Tanya on the verandah don’t you? We saw it. We took bets on how long it would take for her to nail you. Ben filmed it, just warning you.
Was I one dumb fucker.
Not at all. Tanya is a very attractive woman and very persuasive, and fuck, most of us have all been there. When she was Tom too. But hey, tonight I think you should go home now and have a shower. You kinda stink like the alley behind a bar I used to frequent when I was young and single, and wore out the knees on my jeans from blowing so many guys.
He leant over and kissed me sweetly and gently and tousled my hair.
Goodnight cowboy. Sweet dreams.
I kissed him back and rubbed my hand on the hairy back of his neck.
Fuck Pat, I want to fuck you right now.
Again? He laughed. Not that I am not grateful. But I’ve got Ben waiting for me at home, and fuck, we’re married you know?
All the same I stuck my hand down into his shorts and felt his hard cock and he made little pleased noises as I jerked him off. I got my shorts down too and he returned the favour.
So we just sat in his car in the dark with my neighbours’ house lights on and jerked one another off, our cocks reacting as if they had been untouched for some days, instead of a few hours.
It was quick and energetic and we came together – blasting out in unison and the cum went fuck knows where in the car. Some wiping would be required.
Oh Christian, Mr Herlihy mumbled, and I finished his sentence for him – yeah I know I am a really bad boy.
Mom was still up and stuck the meatballs in the microwave when I told her the dinner had been vegan. She was pleased when I ate them up, with extra parmesan.
She kissed the top of my head.
You know Christian, you are a mystery to me. If I did not know you better, I’d say you’ve got some girl out there you are sweet on, and you’ve been meeting her. Am I right?
Aw Mom, I said, you think too much, I’ve just been hanging out with my teacher. Meatballs great. Delicious. I love them.
And I thought about cumming up Mr Herlihy’s ass.
Again.
Soon.
