Coming Out: An after-school job leads to a sexual awakening

When I get home in the morning, mom tells me that Sebastian called and left me a message. She says he told her that he is going to the Y to work out and wondered if I’d like to join him. 

I get to the gym maybe two or three times a week. My brother-in-law usually has to encourage me to go. It just isn’t my thing even though I know I need to go to stay in shape. I’m not going to miss a chance to hang out with Sebastian so I put on workout attire, grab a change of clothes and head to the gym. 

Sebastian is running on a treadmill when I arrive. He’s already very sweaty. I can’t help but check out his body. Despite how hot I think Shawn and Grant are, I’m still very turned on by Sebastian. He smiles at me and says hi as I start jogging on the treadmill next to him. 

After about 30 minutes, we move to the weight room. We talk as we trade places around weight stations. 

Sebastian says he and Jamie went out Friday night for dinner and ended up at the river embankment. I’m bench-pressing at the moment so Sebastian’s crotch is directly above my face as he spots me. We move to do some deltoid flys, and I ask if he made it beyond kissing this time. 

As we switch places, he says, “Yeah. Jamie said she wanted to see for herself if all the stories about me were true. It freaks me out that girls go around school discussing the size of my dick.” 

We move on to an ab machine, and I demand details. “So we got in the back seat and we messed around a lot. We went down on each other. You definitely have some competition in the oral skills department. She knows her stuff. But she spit out my load. I was bummed by that.”

“What a waste of good cum,” I say as I take his place at the ab machine. He asks what’s been going on with me. 

“Well, my life has been crazy,” I say. As we move to machines focused on biceps and triceps, I tell him about Thanksgiving with Grant and then how Reggie and D’Wayne showed up and almost killed me before he and Grant made up. 

“I warned you about Reggie,” Sebastian grunts as he curls his forearms at the machine. 

We are at the various leg machines when I tell him about my second date with Shawn and how it ended in a threesome in a hotel room with a 31-year-old rancher. He says his dad is the lawyer for the Gardner Ranch and probably knows Jake. I tell him about the dildo, the butt plug and the poppers. 

“Jesus, Matt, I’m speechless,” Sebastian says as I lie on my stomach and curl my legs back with the weights. “A butt plug? What even is that? Your life is turning into a porn movie.” 

We’ve pretty much made the rounds of a full-body workout. Sebastian asks if I’d like to grab lunch, and I say sure. 

He says we should shower and change. As much as I try not to do so, I can’t help but check out Sebastian as he strips for the shower. It’s what I did every day for an entire semester our junior year during gym class. 

“Matt, you haven’t gotten any better at being stealthy,” Sebastian says as he wraps a towel around himself and heads to the shower. “I literally can feel your eyes on me.” 

I blush and apologize, but I don’t think I can ever get too much of seeing Sebastian’s body. 

I purposefully turn my back to him after the shower as we dress, hoping to prove to Sebastian that I do indeed have will power. We head to Darlene’s for hamburgers. As we eat, we pick up the conversation about my nights with Grant and Shawn.  

“You’re kind of in a pickle, Matt,” Sebastian states. “Are you dating two guys at once? Fooling around with two guys at once? Dating one and fooling around with one? How do they stack up?”

I bury me head in my hands and say life was so much simpler when all I did was stay home and fantasize about guys. I ask what to do. They are both hot. Who can turn down an all-American football star like Grant? He is fun, but burdened with expectations as a team athlete. Shawn is sweet. He is hot in different ways and more comfortable with himself.

“Well,” Sebastian starts. “It’s early with both. You’ve never said you’re going steady with either. That said, if this were the straight world, the girls would start to call you a player and you’d lose respect. You could end up losing both.” 

I give him a hurt-puppy dog look. Sebastian squeezes my arm from across the table. 

“There is one thing to keep in mind,” he says. “While I cautioned you about Grant because of Reggie, the fact is that Grant is here and will be here. Don’t forget… Shawn is in town on a semester-abroad program. I assume that means he came for our first semester. Finals are in mid-January. He probably returns to Australia after that. I suggested Shawn because he seems like a nice guy and there weren’t other options at that time.”

I frown. I hadn’t thought about Shawn leaving. I ask for more advice. 

“There is always honesty,” Sebastian says. “Shawn knows he’s leaving, and Grant knows he is struggling. Maybe there is a way they both understand and it works itself out until Shawn leaves. Or you’re going to have to choose between them. Just don’t end up hurting them. Matt Wynn — the gay heart-breaker of Grand Valley.”

I wince at the sarcastic comment. It felt like a knife in my back. 

When we’re done eating, Sebastian tells me that everything is set for Andrew’s punishment tonight. Andrew is one of the co-workers from Taco Casa that Chris enlisted in his sexual torment of me. 

Andrew is 16, a junior at my high school. He is Japanese-American with short dark black hair, brown eyes, copper skin and a swimmer’s build … and a small, tight ass I’ve always appreciated. 

Sebastian tells me to be at Grant’s house at 6. When I get there, Grant is in the living room with Sebastian, Reggie, D’Wayne and Ryan. 

I’m surprised to see Ryan. He’s kept his distance from me ever since I revenge-fucked him at the Y for his role in Chris’ games. That was another scheme hatched by Sebastian and Grant. Ryan nervously looks away from me. 

Grant and Sebastian grab a couple beers and tell me to follow them to Grant’s room. 

There, they explain that Andrew is coming for a poker night and that when he loses, I’ll get to do whatever I want.  They invited Ryan to ensure that Andrew would feel comfortable. I need to stay in Grant’s room until the game is over. Grant hands me the beers and says I can play the stereo or read magazines he’s laid out. They are the four most recent issues of Sports Illustrated. Really?

Andrew arrives at 6:30, excited that these high school A-listers and his friend, Ryan, have asked him to join them. He thinks he’s made the big time with the invite. 

The guys let Andrew win a lot of games at first with the bets starting small between $1 and $5. Every time, Andrew wins a round, Reggie and D’Wayne hand Andrew a shot of alcohol in celebration as everyone else holds back on drinking. 

The bets begin increasing and increasing. Andrew thinks he is on a major winning strike and a newfound card shark. 

Buzzed, Andrew misses Reggie switching decks for the next hand. It’s a stacked deck. Andrew thinks he’s off to a great start, holding three aces, a jack and a 5. Grant starts the betting with $30. Ryan folds, while everyone else matches. 

Andrew is nervous with the size of the initial bet, but likes his chances. He puts his money in and says he wants one card. He gets another jack to replace the 5, now holding a full house. Grant bets $100. D’Wayne and Sebastian fold. 

Andrew asks if anyone can spot him $50. Reggie says he’ll buy Andrew’s clothes for that amount. He says Andrew can repay him if he wins and only needs to turn over the clothes if he loses. 

“My clothes?” Andrew asks quizzically. He then adds, “I know that’s not going to happen. I like my hand.” Driven by the effects of the alcohol and the good hand, he accepts the offer. Reggie gives him $50 and Andrew places it and another $50 on the table. Reggie folds, leaving just Andrew and Grant to show their hands. 

Grant is holding four 8s and a queen. Four of a kind beats a full house. Andrew gulps in astonishment. 

“You need to pay up,” Reggie says. “Your clothes.”

“Are you serious?” Andrew asks, sobering to his situation. 

“Yeah,” Reggie says. “Hand them over. I’ll let you earn them back. But if you don’t start taking off the clothes, we’ll take them off for you. They’re my clothes now.”

Andrew looks to Ryan for help, but Ryan looks away from him. I’ve been listening from the bedroom and come to the dining room entrance out of Andrew’s line of sight to watch. 

“This is fucked up, dude. Why would you want my clothes,” Andrew says. Reggie shrugs. Andrew stands, kicks off his tennis shoes, removes his t-shirt and jeans, and pulls off his white athletic socks. “Happy?” he asks Reggie. 

“No, you still have something of mine,” Reggie says. 

“I’m not giving you my underwear. I’m not going to be naked,” Andrew exclaims.

D’Wayne is quickly out of his chair and pins Andrew’s arms behind him. Reggie looks at Ryan and tells him to retrieve the underwear. Ryan reluctantly gets up. He doesn’t look at Andrew as he pulls down the underwear. Andrew struggles, refusing to lift his feet out of the briefs now around his ankles. Ryan sighs, drops to his knees, grips one of Andrew’s ankles and raises his foot out of the underwear, and then the other. He gets up and hands them to Reggie. 

“Good boy, Ryan,” Reggie says.

Andrew is naked, his dick and balls flopping around under his small bush of pubic hair as he squirms in D’Wayne’s grip.

I walk out and sit down. Andrew sees me for the first time and struggles more. 

“So, Andrew, here’s the deal,” Reggie says. “What Chris did to Matt is fucked up, and you were involved. You’re free to leave right now as you are. There is always a chance someone could call the police and report a teen driving naked. Or you can earn your clothes back over the next couple hours. Basically, you’ll do whatever Matt wants. After you’re done, Matt will let me know if you should get your clothes back.”

Sebastian adds, “If you were to be stopped by the police, potential charges include public nudity, disorderly conduct, underage drinking and DUI. How would you explain that at home?”

Grant jumps in. “Ryan, tell him we mean business.” Ryan tries to shrink in his seat and says, “They do. I’ve paid for what I did … and I guess I still am. Sorry, bud.”

“I don’t get what the big deal is?” Andrew says. “He’s a fag. Fags like sucking dick and getting fucked. As Chris said, we put the bitch to use.”

D’Wayne stiffens his hold. Grant gets up and punches him hard in the stomach, leaving him gasping for breath and trying to double-over. “Saying that was a mistake,” Grant says. “I’d suggest you don’t make another. Now, choose what you want to do, sweetheart.” 

“I’m not leaving naked,” Andrew says. “You promise I’ll get my clothes back?”

“Cooperate with Matt and you will,” Reggie says. 

Andrew hangs his head down and mutters, “Fine. I’ll do it." 

I smile at Andrew and walk over. D’Wayne releases Andrew, and I whisper something to him. He nods. 

“Ryan and Andrew spit-roasted me. I’d like to do that to him. D’Wayne, are you up to helping me?”

D’Wayne excitedly says he wants in on the action. He and I lead Andrew to Grant’s bedroom. 

I run my hands over Andrew’s copper-skin, hairless chest and take his nipples in my fingers and twist and pull on both of them hard, making him yelp. I keep twisting as I maintain silent eye contact with him. I lean in and begin biting them as Andrew winces. They had been almost flat against his chest and are now jutting outward, red and raw. 

My cock is hard and anxiously pressing against my jeans for release. I move my hands over Andrew’s flat stomach. I tug on his limp dick for a minute before cupping his nut sac in my hand and asking, “What’s wrong, Andrew? You were so interested in sex with me before.” 

I walk behind him. I rub my hands over the two small, smooth globes of ass and then press a finger against the hairless entrance to his hole. “D, you should check out this piece of ass. His hole is so tight. It’s going to be so hot opening it with you. Andrew, I should warn you that D is very talented in the rough sex department.” D’Wayne lets out a burst of laughter. 

“Can we just get this over with?” Andrew asks, tightening his hole against my prodding. 

“Oh, no,” I whisper. “This is part of the fun, just like how you had fun tormenting me. I bet you went home and jerked off to the thoughts of face-fucking me and telling me I’m your bitch. Yeah, I can picture you lying on your bed shooting your load thinking about that.”

I kiss the side of his neck and reach around to grope his dick again. It’s hardened to its six inches and dripping pre-cum. 

“Looks like the little guy woke up,” I say. I bite into his neck and take a long suck on the skin I’ve pulled away. I press my bulge into his ass cheeks. 

I tell Andrew that he needs to undress D’Wayne and me. 

He starts with D’Wayne. D’Wayne is a sophomore, Reggie’s younger brother. He just turned 16 and is on his way to matching his brother’s football player build — a little on the lanky side currently but very in-shape. They are one of the few African-American families in Grand Valley. His 7-inch cock springs to attention as Andrews removes his underwear. 

Andrew turns to me and pulls off my shirt. “Having fun yet?” I ask as I grab the back of his head and push my tongue into his mouth for a deep-kiss. He looks disgusted as he finished undressing me. 

I’m 17 if you don’t remember, about 5’9’’, 140 pounds, short dark hair, brown eyes. I’m in good shape but I’m not athletic. D’Wayne stands a little taller and a little heavier than I am, but I currently have a larger dick at 7 1/2 inches. 

I motion D’Wayne to come over, and I tell Andrew to get on his knees and introduce himself to our dicks. He takes D’Wayne’s in his left hand and mine in his right and tentatively kisses my cock head. D’Wayne smacks him and says, “Kiss it, lick it, suck on it. Show it how much you want it.”

Andrew follows D’Wayne’s instructions. He begins lapping his tongue over my head and shaft and then begins slurping his lips up and down on it. He stops and switches to D’Wayne’s. Neither of us push his limits. He rotates between our cocks until I instruct him to lick our balls. 

After he gives both sets a good tongue bath, I tell him that I want him on all fours on the floor. Once he’s in place, D’Wayne shoves a foot underneath his chin so Andrew must raise his head and looks at him in the eyes. 

“Say woof, woof,” D’Wayne says. Andrew sighs and says, “Woof, woof.”

I meanwhile take the tube of lube from Grant’s nightstand and rub some on my dick. I toss the container to the floor and tell Andrew that I’ll give him a minute to finger his hole with some. 

He lightly rubs some lube around the exterior of his sphincter, never pushing inward. I ask if he’s ready, he says he guesses so. D’Wayne smacks Andrew’s face with his hard dick. “Hope you like chocolate milk. You can start sucking once Matt is in you.”

I tap my cock against Andrew’s ass crack. “Doesn’t this bring back memories of us together in the bathroom, doesn’t it?” 

I plant my cock head at the entrance to his asshole, grab his cute, small hips and thrust into his hole. It gives only a little and Andrew lets out a scream. I shove harder until my cock is buried inside him. 

“I think you could have used a little more lube,” I say. “You need to relax or this is going to hurt.”

D’Wayne tells him to open wide and stuffs his dick in Andrew’s mouth until Andrew’s nose is buried in his curly pubes. Andrew gags and his eyes water, but D’Wayne has a tight grip on his head. 

I fuck him deep and hard from behind as D’Wayne pumps his dick into Andrew’s mouth. We pound him from both ends. All three of us are sweaty. I look across Andrew at D’Wayne and he has his head leaning back in bliss at the blowjob.

I reach around and begin jerking Andrew off. It doesn’t take long before he fires a load of cum into my hand. D’Wayne gives me a revolted look as I lick Andrew’s seed from my palm. This might be revenge sex, but I do have a thing for eating cum.

“Oh, God, D, wait until you feel this ass,” I yell. “I always thought it looked so fuckable. It really is.”

D’Wayne tightens his grip on Andrew’s head and is smashing his cock in and out. Andrew is gagging and spewing spit. “I’m about cum,” D’Wayne says. “Fuck him harder.”

I pull out and shove my dick all the way in, propelling Andrew deep down D’Wayne’s cock. D’Wayne and I look at each other, grunt loudly and shoot into Andrew at the same time. We pull out, panting, as Andrew collapses onto his chest between us. Cum is rolling out the corner of his mouth and out his gaping asshole. 

“Fucking incredible,” D’Wayne says. “I’ll tag team with you anytime. What now?”

“You haven’t fucked him, and I want more,” I say. “Before that, I have another idea. Have you ever been rimmed, D?”

D’Wayne looks at me quizzically and asks, “What’s that?” 

I laugh. “You’ll love it, and our boy here will be disgusted. We’re going to have him eat your ass. He’s going to stick his tongue up there and lick your hole.”

“Oh, yeah! That’s sick! I want that,” D’Wayne says. Andrew stares at us from where he is lying. He’s still trying to catch his breath from the intense sex session.

I walk over to my backpack that I brought with me. “I think Andrew would like to play with a toy at the same time. I want to ensure he is properly motivated.” 

I pull out the butt plug that Jake gave me and Shawn at the Holiday Inn and lube it. “Whoa!” D’Wayne says. “What are you going to do with that?”

I tell him and Andrew that it’s a butt plug and that I’m going to plug Andrew’s butt with it. “Back on your knees,” I say to Andrew. He grimaces, but gets into position. I plunge the butt plug in. He yelps loudly. 

With the butt plug buried in Andrew, I tell D’Wayne that he should lie on the bed on his back and lift his legs up and apart. D’Wayne is already getting hard again so his cock is jutting up, his balls are hanging low in their sac just above his hole. I could have suggested he bend over to be rimmed, but I wouldn’t have had such a great view and D’Wayne does have one amazingly hot body.

I push Andrew forward so he is on all fours between D’Wayne legs. I tell him to eat ass. He takes a light, quick lick across D’Wayne’s hole, only to turn away, cough and make a nauseous look. 

I grab him and hold his head against D’Wayne’s underside. “I said do it.”

I know that Andrew has begun doing what I said when D’Wayne starts moaning, “Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck!” D’Wayne lowers his legs to rest on Andrew’s shoulders, and I let go of Andrew’s head. 

“Lick his ass like an ice cream cone, twirl your tongue around his hole, push it inside and lick there, too,” I command. 

D’Wayne moans more and more. I get down and begin pulling and twisting the butt plug, causing Andrew’s ass to spasm in response. I keep doing that as I jerk him off to his second orgasm. 

He must have pressed his tongue forward as he shot because D’Wayne lets out a long, guttural moan as my hand fills again with Andrew’s cum. I pull Andrew’s face out of D’Wayne ass and have him eat his own cum. 

“Oh, wow, bro,” D’Wayne says. “Ass-licking!!! Love it. I need to find some chicks who will do that. Can I fuck him now? Then, I’ll give you some quality time alone.”

“Sure, D,” I say. “Bend him over the bed.”

D’Wayne pulls the butt plug out of Andrew’s ass and plunges his dick in. Andrew’s hole is being taken for the second time in the night. He shoots me a look of loathing as D’Wayne drills his ass. 

D’Wayne is a very aggressive top as I well know since I was fucked by him as a birthday present not too long ago. He is ramming his cock into Andrew over and over. I’ve laid back on the bed and am stroking my cock as I watch the incredible fuck scene unfold in front of me. 

“Yeah, D,” I say as I jerk off. “Fuck him, fuck him harder.”

D’Wayne gets close and asks where he should shoot. I tell him I think Andrew needs to swallow his load again. D’Wayne takes one last deep plunge into Andrew’s ass, pulls out and tells him to turn around. He thrusts his cock into Andrew’s mouth and fires. 

“He’s all yours, bro,” D’Wayne says as the last drip of his cum lands on Andrew’s lips as he pulls out. “That was fucking hot.”

After D’Wayne leaves, Andrew looks up at me from where he is seated on the floor. “Are we done yet?” he asks. 

“What?” I reply, telling him to stand and then fondling his balls. “You were wanting to have sex with me all the time. So, we’re having sex. You and I are going to cum at least one more time.” I squeeze his nuts in my hand. 

“I was trying to fit in,” Andrew says, wincing at my tight grip. “What do you want? Do you want me to bend over the bed or get on my hands and knees?”

“We aren’t fucking again yet, but I do need you to bend over because your ass is empty.” He bends over. I pick up the butt plug from the floor where D’Wayne dropped it and push it back into Andrew’s hole. 

“Don’t you love the feel of that?” I ask. “I tried it for the first time yesterday. I love the sensation of it penetrating me and then pressing against my insides. Don’t bother answering. I see your dick is perking up.”

I push him aside so I can sit on the edge of the bed and relax backwards on my hands. “My dick needs more servicing,” I say. 

Andrew kneels, squirming as he adjusts again to the presence of the butt plug. For whatever reason, he is clearly trying his best with the blowjob. 

He runs his tongue up and down my shaft repeatedly, switching off to swirl it around my head and kiss my head. Gripping my thighs, Andrew leans in, applies a lot of spit, wraps his mouth around my dick and starts to suck. He even goes down deep and gags a couple times.

As he bobs up and down, he runs his tongue across my dick inside his mouth and has his lips pressed tightly around the exterior. He’s using a lot of spit and suction.

I moan in contentment as I watch Andrew pleasure me. “You sure you never sucked dick before?” I ask. “Or maybe you learned from the times you made me suck you.”

“Mmmm,” he nondescriptly mumbles. 

I get close to cumming, but I want to fuck him again, and this time fuck with his mind. I push Andrew off my dick. 

“You’re going to fuck me again, aren’t you?” he asks. I smile at him and tell him that I want him to lie on his back because this time we are going to make love, not have hard-core sex. He gives me an odd look and then does as asked. 

With him underneath me, I lift his legs onto my shoulders and pull out the butt plug. His asshole is open for my entry. I apply some lube and rub my dick across the sweaty inside of his cheeks and say, “Should I tell you again how hot I’ve thought your ass was and how I thought about fucking as you forced your dick on me?”

I slowly push my dick in. Andrew lets out a low moan and runs his hands up and down my arms. I grip his wrists against the bed and start a slow but steady fuck. Andrew moans as I rake and tap his prostate on each stroke. 

Andrew’s moaning is changing and I feel him tense and untense his body as we fuck. His cock is hard and leaking again. 

I look him in the eyes. “You’re getting into this, aren’t you Andrew? I can tell by the way you’re sighing and moaning. You weren’t ready for how this makes you feel. Did you ever think having a cock in your ass would turn you on?”

His response was garbled, “I don’t… Ohhh. Ohhh. Mmmmm.”

As I continue the rhythmic fuck, I begin kissing his lips and then kissing him deeper. I also grip his dick and begin slowly stroking him. Andrew is moaning more.

I pull my dick out. He tenses and raises his ass up. I ask, “You really want it back in you, don’t you? You liked the way that felt.” Andrew moans and raises his hips higher toward where my cock is. 

I start fucking again. Still slow and steady. I begin jerking him off faster. He arches up and shoots his third load of the night onto his chest. 

I pull out and straddle his chest. “Open your mouth,” I tell him. He does, and I release my own load. “Swallow,” I say, and he does. I then scoop his cum off his chest  and make him eat it, too.

“Oh, God…. Are we done now?” Andrew asks. 

I don’t answer immediately. 

“I hope you remember tonight the next time you think of being a homophobic little prick. And no, we aren’t done. You haven’t shown any remorse or said you’re sorry. You’re going to have to come one more time.”

“There is no way,” Andrew pleads. “I’m spent.” 

I laugh. “I’m going to jerk you off until you cum again. Whether that’s five minutes or two hours is up to you. Maybe you can think about how much you enjoyed getting fucked and it will make you shoot again.”

I roll off him, take the butt plug from where I left it and hand it to him. “I think you know where this goes,” I say. He locks eyes with me and pushes the toy into his ass. 

“Fuck,” he says as it pops into place. I note of the lingering lack of apology.

I take a neck tie I removed earlier in Grant’s closet and tie Andrew’s hands together over his head through one of the posts in the bed’s headboard. I begin stroking his soft cock in one hand while twisting and pinching one of his nipples in the other. Once he becomes too accustomed to my assault on the one nipple, I switch to the other. 

He’s squirming and moaning. His dick twitches and starts to harden yet again. 

I stop the nipple play and take both my hands and run them lightly over his underarms with their small patches of dark black hair and then down the sides of his torso. He lets out a deep sigh and raises his butt up. His dick flops up to rest on his belly. 

“That’s it, Andrew,” I say. “You’re getting horny again — turned on by what a guy is doing to you. Think about the sensations you felt when I was fucking you. Think about how that turned you on and made you shoot.”

I reach between his legs and play with the butt plug.  His cock is completely hard. The head’s copper tone now has a red hue from its long workout. “Looks like Little Andrew does want to play more despite your claims,” I say. 

I reach over and grab the tube of lube and squirt some into a palm of my hand. 

I add, “I learned some new stuff recently, and there is one thing I want to try. It’s why I tied your hands. I’m going to get you off not by stroking your cock but only by rubbing your head.”

I grip Andrew’s dick at the base in one hand and begin rubbing my palm back and forth over the head. 

Andrew kicks and wreathes. “No!!!” he screams. “Uhhhhh. It's too sensitive. Uhhhhhh. This is too much. Too much.”

I sit on top of his thighs to stop all the squirming. With his shaft tightly gripped in one hand, I lightly twist my palm around his cock head. 

“Oh, come on, Andrew, don’t be a pussy,” I say. “It’s just a hand job.”

I vary my speed, pressure and where my palm is rubbing. He’s twisting, kicking and arching his back, trying to escape the relentless assault. 

I see he’s getting close and stop. He looks at me pleadingly. “You’re the one who has to cum,” I remind him. I apply a little more lube to my palm and start rubbing the head again. Again, he’s in agony. And again, when he gets close, I stop. 

“Let me cum,” he says pitifully. “I can’t take it anymore.”

I tell him, “You’ll cum when I’m ready to let you cum. I’m waiting for you to do what’s right.”

I get him close a third time. His cock head is now a bright red. I start polishing it again. He’s getting close for a fourth time, and I ask if he wants to cum and if he has anything to say to me. 

“Yes,” he cries. “Yes. Please. Let me cum. Please. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Really, really sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did. It was wrong. I’m sorry.”

I keep rubbing my palm around his head. He pushes upward and screams. Cum pulses and pulses and pulses out of his cock coating his stomach and pubes. The eruption slows to a dribble, while I keep rubbing his head. 

He screams again. “I’m sorry. I’ll never treat anyone like that again. Please.”

I stop. “Good for you,” I say. “I hope you mean it.” I look down at his sweaty body and the mass of cum. I dress as he catches his breath. I remove the butt plug, untie him and walk him to the living room. 

All the guys are still there. 

“Bro, he’s covered in jizz!” D’Wayne says. “Damn, you used him for a long time. That was a lot of screaming!”

Reggie asks if I’m satisfied. I tell him that I think Andrew has been taught a lesson and is appropriately apologetic. Reggie points to where he stacked Andrew’s clothes and says he can leave. Andrew uses his underwear to wipe off his cum and quickly dresses, going commando.

Andrew shyly looks at me and says, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." He dashes out. Ryan asks to be excused and follows Andrew. 

I glance around at Reggie, D’Wayne, Grant and Sebastian. “Thank you, guys! You all are the best.”