Tutors In The Art

Sitting down on the edge of the tub I stared wantonly
between his gaping legs. The water was murky, but I could
clearly see his big, uncut cock bobbing around beneath the
surface.

Bobby’s eyes were locked on the cylinder shaped bulge
pressing out against the inseam of my shorts. “Why don’t you
take off those shorts and let me have a good look at that
beautiful cock of yours.” As he watched me wiggled out of my
shorts his dick began to lengthen.

“God, seeing you like this really turns me on,” Bobby said.
The head of his uncut cock was sticking out of the water like
the head of a turtle when it comes up for a breath of air.

“Me too,” I said, kneeling down next to the tub. “I’ve
never done anything with a guy before.

Bobby gave me a curious look. “Even straight guys mess
around with each other sometimes,” he said.

“I never said I was straight.”

“So you’re gay?”

“I didn’t say that either.”

“I see,” said Bobby.

“When I look at you and Mike, and think about the two of
you together, it excites the hell out of me.”

“I can see that,” he said, again focusing on my restless
cock. “I want to be with you guys. I want the two of you to
teach me everything. I thought about talking to Mike, but
I’m not sure he would take me seriously. Do you suppose you
could talk to him for me?”

Bobby’s cock was rock hard, and he made no attempt to
conceal it. He reached out and touched my thigh. I moaned
softly as the backs of his fingers brushed against my
dangling ball—sac. “You really are serious about this,
aren’t you?” I nodded passionately. “Sure, I’ll talk to Mike
for you. I’m sure he has no idea how you feel.”

I knew I could have had Bobby then and there, but I
wanted to wait. I wanted my first time to be with him and
Mike together.

All that evening I was nervous as hell, wondering if
Bobby had told Mike yet about our talk. After leaving Bobby
in the bathroom, I had gone back to my room and jacked off,
but it hadn’t done much good. I was still horny as hell.

It was past midnight when Mike and Bobby came to my
room. I didn’t have to ask why they were there, I could see
the lust in their eyes. Mike closed the door behind him and
locked it. Lying naked between the sheets, my body began to
tremble. They both shimmied out of their underwear and
joined me in bed.

Mike kissed me lightly on the cheek. “I didn’t know,”
he whispered. “I wish I had.”

“That doesn’t matter,” I said. “Not any more. What
matters now is “ He put a finger to my lips, silencing
me. He bent down and took one of my small, brown nipples
between his warm, moist lips. I thought I was in heaven when
Bobby took my other nipple into his mouth. In unison they
began sucking my erect buds.

Just like in my fantasy, I felt their hands all over me,
slowly working the sheet down to expose my nakedness. “His
cock’s almost a dead ringer of yours,” said Bobby, speaking
to Mike.

Mike snickered proudly. “You’re right, it is. But does
it taste as good?”

“I guess I’ll have to be the judge of that,” said Bobby,
nibbling his way down the center of my belly.

With his fingers wrapped snugly around the shaft of my
eight-inch cock, he took my knob into his mouth. Moaning
fervidly, he worked my organ all the way into his hot, sticky
throat.

“Oh shit,” I whined. “That feels good.”

Facing me, Mike rose up and straddled my chest with his
knees. His big, lumbering rod was right in my face. “Why
don’t you give it a try,” he said, smearing his gummy
pisshole across my lips.

I didn’t have to be asked twice. I’d waited too long
for this opportunity to be hesitant now. I opened my mouth
and Mike immediately filled my oral cavity with a generous
portion of his delicious cock. “That’s right,” he cooed,
working his bony shaft back and forth between my drooling
lips. “Suck it, man. Oh yeah, you’ve got a great mouth.
With a little practice you could become a first rate cock
sucker.”

“Yeah, just like me,” said Bobby, as he sat up, wiping
the slobber from his chin. Then speaking to Mike, he said.
“And in case you’re still interested, his dick tastes every
bit as sweet as yours.”

Mike brushed the hair away from my forehead. “I’ll bet
you’re dying to have a crack at the big piece of uncut meat
between Bobby’s legs, aren’t you?” I couldn’t answer, not
with my mouth crammed so full of dick. I nodded. “I can’t
say that I blame you,” said Mike. “He’s got a great fucking
dick.”