CHAPTER 10 - WEEK FIVE
Over the weekend I phoned Alison to see if she'd heard any more about the charity fund raising event but she said she hadn't because Brenda had been out of the office a lot this week and when she was in she was ensconced in high level meetings which Alison hadn't been invited. Oh well, not to worry, I said but please do let me know if you hear anything. Sure will sweetie she said and then after a short catch up gossip we said our goodbyes and I hang up. Generally it was a quiet weekend and a little boring so I was glad when Monday arrived and I could once again socialise with three guys I now considered good friends and colleagues who were very close to being friends.
Turning up at the staff room as normal first thing Monday morning the four of us found that we'd be working together in the same class for the first time since we started working for the University. This week we'd be working down in the gym with Dave covering Sports Therapy and Massage. This was going to be very much a hands on week with us being on the receiving end of the students practicing physiotherapy and massage treatments. We were told to wear our usual university issue clothing and either a pair of sports shorts or a jock-strap underneath to save our blushes with the sports jocks.
Having donned our "uniform" we trouped down to the gym where we found Dave setting up a mock physiotherapy area including couches, chairs and exercise machines etc. Dave waved us a greeting and indicated that we were to join him as he wanted to brief us on the following lessons. He explained that the students were from the sports therapy division of the university and were generally of a male heterosexual disposition unlike the broadminded metrosexual medical students who took most things in their strides. In view of this we would not be asked to strip naked which might cause discomfort for the students. The most we would be asked to strip down to would be our undergarments this afternoon in the sports massage lesson. This morning would involve mock physiotherapy assessments (much like the consultation assessments in the second week of lessons) where we would act out scenarios and the students had to correctly diagnose the problem and prescribe a suitable course of treatment. We were each allotted to a cubicle containing a chair and couch and saw one student at a time, each scenario took about half an hour including feedback from Dave. Most students were pretty well mannered, accurate and took it seriously with only a couple of guys acting like idiots fooling around before being reprimanded by Dave.
Finally it was lunchtime and we were able to escape, so we retreated to the canteen and laughed about the morning's events. While the sports students might be generally better looking and have fitter bodies we all agreed that their general behaviour towards us was poorer than the medical students and that we would rather work in the lecture block than over here. Nevertheless, as Tang reminded us, we were committed to treating everyone equally so we shouldn't make up our minds so quickly, after all it was only Monday morning and the rest of the students would probably be better behaved. This was a good point we all agreed so we returned to the gym in better spirits.
The afternoon lesson was a lot easier for us, mentally and physically. We were asked to strip to our undergarments (shorts in the case of Tang and Ethan, Jock-straps for Marc and myself), then lay face down on the four couches before having a white hand towel draped over our buttocks. Then under the guidance of Dave the students practiced various massage routines. It was very relaxing laying there doing nothing but feeling oiled hands massaging my muscles all over my body front and back. For once there was nothing erotic about it, as had been stressed by Dave to the students beforehand; no hands had tried to slip underneath the towel for a sneaky feel.
Once the final students had left for the day we helped Dave tidy the room up again, but at his suggestion we remained undressed as we would be stripping naked once we were in his office to continue with the stretching exercises as requested by Peter. Having tidied up we grabbed a glass of cold water from the drinks dispenser and headed to Dave's office, as usual the door was locked once we were all in and we quickly removed the last of our clothing. The furniture in the room had been moved to the edges leaving a clear space in the centre, in which had been placed a padded plastic covered mat. It was large enough to accommodate all five of us and we were soon going to find out its purpose. Dave brought over four new cans of Crisco from a nearby stock room, opening them he gave three to us and kept one himself. He then told us to get onto the mat, on all fours, one in front of each other. Marc was at the front, followed by myself (what a fucking hot view I thought to myself), then Ethan and Tang with Dave bringing up the rear. He said the purpose of this exercise was to warm up our rings again having had a few days rest and to encourage trust between the four of us (and with Dave as our tutor). Then as instructed we liberally greased up the hole facing us before warming it up by gradually inserting fingers slowly increasing the number used until the whole hand smoothly slid inside. It was the first time that I had been fisted at the same time as fisting someone else and felt fantastic. Then we were told to take our time working our hand past the second inner ring until the elbow too had been swallowed. There was a lot of grunting and heavy breathing but finally everyone had accomplished this feat. I looked over my shoulder and the scene that greeted my eyes was very surreal, only Dave was looking up and he gave me a wink and mouthed a "well done" to me. I grinned back so as not to disturb the other guys. We then were told to pull out completely and form two rows, again one in front of another. This time Marc said it was his turn to fist me and Ethan was to fist Tang, I had no problem with this suggestion at all! As we were already warmed up Marc's hand was in my rectum in no time at all and before much longer his hand was sliding up into my bowels before sliding back into my rectum and coming to a stop. Then I could feel a finger sliding in beside his wrist, wriggling around before a second one joined it, then a third and a fourth. Slowly Marc pulled his fist part way out but keeping his four fingers in place which had the effect of stretching my hole wider, then he pushed it back in before pulling it out again. After a dozen repetitions I felt his thumb slide in beside the other fingers, realizing what was about to happen took a deep breath and tried to relax further. Sure enough when his fist withdrew and then moved back in his other hand joined it clenched together within my rectum. Looking over my shoulder I could see that Ethan was receiving the same treatment as me. At that moment Marc tensed his shoulders, then relaxed a little before returning his attention to the task in hand. Unknown to me Dave had been spending time warming up Marc's hole and had just succeeded in getting both of his hands up inside him. Gently withdrawing his hands he turned his attention to Tang.
Satisfied that I was sufficiently loosened up Marc pulled his fists out of me and slapped me on the rump, laughing and saying that should see me right for a while. Within a short while we were all uncoupled and sitting round discussing our experiences of the last hour. I asked why we were now expected to take two fists instead of one. Dave semi-avoided the question by stating that Peter had requested this (which we already knew) and that he believed we would soon find out, probably within the next couple of weeks. Clearly we weren't going to get a straight answer so we let the matter drop, at the end of the day we were getting handsomely paid so we couldn't complain. After a while we dressed and bid Dave good night before making our various ways home.
The rest of the week's lessons were pretty much a re-run of Monday, the guys didn't get any better. Yes they're fit and good looking but by and large all they were interested in were girls and out competing each other. It was amusing to start off with but soon became trying and finally infuriating!
Only the after work stretching exercises brought any relief from the tedium of the jocks. Tuesday and Wednesday exercises were spent building on Monday's progress. By the end of Wednesday we were able to sit down on two fists as easily as one, sliding down in one smooth motion until the elbow was snug between our cheeks. Dave was satisfied with our progress, so on Thursday he presented us with Peter's custom made double handed dildos to try them for size in preparation for the medical on Friday. Having spent that last three days expanding our horizons, as it were, they were no longer as scary as they had seemed the previous week. To make it more fun Dave set us a challenge, whoever managed to completely swallow the dildo and be sitting comfortably on the exercise bench first would be given a blow job to ejaculation by the person who came second. Then who came second would be given a blow job by who came third and so on. The one who was last would have to make do with a wank. On your marks, get set, go! Dave cried. Quickly we greased up our holes and the dildos before doing our best to swallow the enormous rubber dildos. It was rather a slow race because you can't relax and rush at the same time. I kept monitoring the progress of my rivals and saw that Marc was leading the race. For a straight guy he sure was talented (and has a big dick) and I decided I was to be the one who's slurp on his love juice, so making sure I was ahead of Ethan and Tang but slower than Marc I concentrated on sliding down that monster. Finally with a huge sigh of relief my cheeks made contact with the bench and I was able to declare myself second. Marcus slapped me on the shoulder and gently mocking me asked what had kept me, I'd made it too easy for him, perhaps I'd deliberately lost in order to get my mouth on his cock? I feigned confusion, pretending I didn't know what he meant and that the best man had won. By then Dave had clapped his hands to attract our attention and declared the order of finishing as follows: Marc, Jo (me), Ethan and Tang. So once we'd released the dildos from our arses and cleaned ourselves up we knew what we were to do.
I'd been waiting for this moment for a very long time, I savoured every moment as I walked up to Marc who stood with legs apart, hands on hips and a big grin on his face. His dick was hanging down thick and heavy but already beginning to stir. Then I knelt down in front of him and put my hands round his muscular legs to steady myself before slowly taking his cock in my mouth. Running my tongue round the head I tasted him before lowering my head further down his pole, on and on I went until his pubes were tickling my nostrils and I was finding it difficult to breath. All the while his cock was expanding and getting harder and harder. When I thought I could take no more down my throat his hands took hold of my head and he started to thrust in and out. Getting accustomed to his size and movements I started to relax, sensing this he made his strokes longer and harder. Before long he started to spasm and shudder, then with a growling moan he shot a load of spunk down my throat. Once he'd finished spurting he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth, all the time I was sucking and licking it clean and continued to do so until no more jism would come out. Marc looked down at me and said there's no need to ask if you enjoyed doing that is there? Grinning like a love sick puppy I said that was the greatest and that should he ever feel the need to shoot his load down a throat again I would be more than happy to be that throat. Smiling he said he'd bear that in mind.
It was clear that from the erection I was sporting that it was a mutually enjoyable experience and Ethan made a quick job of bringing me to orgasm. In the middle of servicing me, Tang crawled underneath Ethan and took Ethan's dick in his mouth. It was this horny view which made me shoot so quickly, I was left hoping that we would be able to repeat it again one day. Dave must have felt sympathy for Tang because he knelt down and wanked off Tang while he was sucking on Ethan.
When we'd all climaxed and got our breaths back, Dave asked us if we'd enjoyed that little competition, what could we say but yes! Good, he replied, he didn't want us getting bored but now it was time to tidy up and go home.
Friday's lessons were a little easier knowing that it was nearly the weekend and that it would be the last time that we would have to deal with the sports jocks. We just had the usual medical to pass before we were free for the weekend and that ever larger cash payment. I won't bore you with the details of the medical as it went along the same lines as all the previous ones. We were still fit and healthy, our muscle tone was good and the anal elasticity levels were spot on target. As we were finishing the medicals there was a knock on the door and in walked Callum to finish the photo shoot as promised last week. Once he'd set up his studio again we then demonstrated to him our ability to accommodate Peter's dildos. It must have turned him on big time as his trousers quickly sported a tent pole that refused to go down no matter how much he rearranged his trousers. Half as a joke, half to tease him as I was cleaning myself up I asked him if he needed some relief from his predicament. Blushing he stuttered yes, but was this the right time and place? Peter laughed, sure why not? We're all men together and we're very discreet. I took this to be a green light and knelt down in front of Callum, unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his combats down around his ankles, then his shorts were lowered releasing his cock which sprang upright as only young men's do. I think he was ready to cum there and then, so I told him to relax and at the same gently pulled on his balls to distract him. Then taking a deep breath I swallowed his cock in one go bring a gurgling noise from his lips. Ethan had decided this looked like it could be fun so had fetched a tube of KY and walked up behind Callum. Without saying a word Ethan lubed up one finger and inserted it up Callum's virgin arse who suddenly had a look of panic on his face but made no move. Peter told him to go with the flow, no harm would come to him and who knows he might even enjoy it. Callum gave in to his lust and started to fuck my face, instantly making it easy for Ethan to work on his hole who within a couple of minutes had worked three fingers up inside. God, he was a smooth operator, without missing a beat Ethan had substituted his fingers for his cock and Callum was fucking himself on Ethan's cock. All too soon I could feel Callum's cock pulsing and then he shot his load into my mouth, overflowing and ran down my chin. His orgasm and muscle clenching triggered Ethan's own orgasm and within seconds he was firing his spunk up the young guy's rectum. Suddenly self-conscious Callum blushed, pulled his trousers up, gathered his gear up and made a quick exit. Well Peter said, that seems to have provided a diversion for a slow Friday afternoon and he commended mine and Ethan's ability to spot an opportunity and put it into action. He thought this would stand us in good stead in the next couple of weeks. Before wishing us a pleasant weekend he gave us this week's pay packet of ?900 cash each.
Walking across the campus I noticed that Marc was quiet and had hardly said anything since the "Callum incident". I asked him what was wrong, he shrugged his shoulders and admitted that he'd felt jealous of Callum when I had given him a blow job and was now feeling confused about his emotions. This disclosure had come out the blue for me and I was at a loss for what to say to him. After what seemed like eternity I turned towards him and apologized for making him feel like that, it had not been intentional. Now Marc looked concerned and said I shouldn't say things like that, after all I was openly gay, as far as I knew he was straight and we had no emotional connections other than working together and being friends. How and what I do is my business, not his. There's a lot of analyzing he said he needed to do to get his head around what he's been feeling recently and where it fits in with his life. Fair enough I said, but you've got my telephone number if you want to talk. If you want to meet up just let me know. Okay thanks, he said but it's unlikely as he's going to have a hectic weekend as both of his boys were playing football at their respective schools as they're both showing potential talent at the game. Then he'll have the usual fatherly things to do, like shopping, housework and taking them out in the evening etc. It's likely the only time he'll have to himself would be in bed before falling asleep. Well the offer still stands and you know where I am I repeated. I gave him a mock punch on the arm before departing to make my way home.
Over the weekend I kept my phone switched on at all times but the phone never rang, not a great surprise, I just had to hope that Marc was okay.
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