History

At Mark’s

We got the train and met Mr. H at the station. It was only 5 minutes from his house so we headed there first to drop off our stuff, chatting about the pub we were going to, what we’d been up to since we finished school, etc. Brian was unusually quiet. I think he was nervous about what might happen. It’s pretty much all we’ve talked about in our nightly phone sex sessions for the past three days. Mr. H insisted we call him Mark now, as he’s not our teacher any more, but it’s a hard habit to break. 

We arrived at his house around 8, just as it got dark. 

You always imagine your teachers to be loaded and live in massive houses when you’re a kid. Mark’s place was nice but a lot smaller than I expected. A compact 2 bedroom house with a kitchen and living room on the ground floor, open stair case and two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. It was on an estate that looked like it was built in the 70s, similar to the one we lived in before my Dad died. 

The interior looked like it hadn’t been touched since it was built. Mark explained that he’d just bought it and was in the process of doing it up. He had a nice sofa and brand new 32” TV that took up most of the corner of the lounge, which had different coloured streaks of paint on each wall. You could tell it was a work in progress.

‘You boys will be upstairs in the spare room. Come on up, you can leave your stuff in there.’

‘Thanks sir’ Mark looked at me with raised eyebrows. ‘Sorry, Mark!’ I laughed.

We head upstairs on the ‘grand tour’. He points out his bedroom, with is behind a closed door, the bathroom at the end of the hall and the spare room. We drop our stuff on the bed. I can’t help but notice the two bedroom doors face each other.

‘If you need towels for a shower in the morning, they’re in that cupboard. Ah, sorry, there’s only one pillow. My niece stayed last weekend and I forgot to get the second pillow out when I made the bed earlier. Let me get you another one down.’ He reaches into the airing cupboard and his shirt rides up his back. Brian pinches my arm and motions with his eyes to make sure I’m looking. 

Mark’s arse was perfectly hugged by his jeans, the gap below his shirt showed a perfectly smooth back, at least at the base. He’s a good looking guy, late thirties, about the same height as me with short brown hair, a goatee that didn’t really suit him and medium build with a bit of a dad bod. His short sleeve shirt showed off his hairy arms perfectly and when he turned around with the pillow and pulled his shirt back down, it showed off just a hint of chest hair at the collar. Looks like my assumptions so far have been right.

We leave the house and head for the pub a few minutes away, continuing our updates and learning more about Mark as we go. The pub reminded me of an old country pub I used to go to with my grandparents when I stayed with them. It was quite small but cosy with a real fire in the centre of the main bar. We selected some comfy seats in the corner and got settled.

Mark got the first round in, beer for me and vodka & coke for Brian. I don’t think they’d serve Hooch in a place like this. 

We talk about school, Mark’s life outside and before, Brian’s plans and a new job that I’ve applied for in a call centre. It all seemed really natural and like we were good friends. We were all relaxing and enjoying the evening. Neither of us had the guts to ask him if he was gay, it would have been really off topic but he did drop a few hints about places he had been like Sitges and Brighton.

I lost track of how many drinks we’d had and I needed to go for a piss. I got up and left them to it, taking a little longer than I needed to in the toilets. I didn’t know what Brian planned to say but I wanted to give them a chance to talk alone for a bit.

After I got back, Brian went to the toilet. As he walked past me, he winked. I knew that that meant, he’d mentioned sex in some way. Mark was looking a little uncomfortable - sitting the way you do when you’re trying to hide a boner. His guard must be down because I’m almost certain he properly checked me out on my way back to my seat. Time for me to make my move.

‘I think I’ve had bit too much to drink but can I ask you something?’ He looks a little puzzled and a tiny bit scared - what exactly did Brian say?

‘Do you mind if me and Brian have sex tonight? It’s been a while since we slept in the same bed. I’m not sure we could stop ourselves but I don’t want to do it in your house without asking. As you’ve been so nice letting us stay, it seems rude.’

He just gave me a big wide smile and nodded. Perfect. 

We drank a little more and the subject moved on to us not having much time alone together and how it’s a struggle living with our parents when they won’t let us have sex at home. Mark seems more interested in this topic than some of the others. Maybe he is gay after all. 

Last orders was called and we decided to make our way back to Mark’s for a couple of glasses of wine before bed as it was only 11. On our way back, I decided I wanted to give Brian a bit of a boost so I stuck my hand down the back of his jeans and fished for his hole. He gave off a little whimper that only I could hear when I made contact with it and looked at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off then and there. I knew it would make him hard in seconds. He had a contented smile on his face and didn’t talk for a minute while he enjoyed the feeling of me playing with him. Mark was walking just in front of us. 

‘Mark, you have a really nice arse, for a teacher.’ He giggled.

‘Why thank you. Been a while since anyone told me that.’

‘He’s right Mark, for a teacher, you’re not bad looking. I definitely would.’ Brian agrees.

‘This is beginning to sound like a back handed complement.’ he looks back at us. Definitely noticing my hand in Brian’s jeans, and smiles.  He didn’t take it the wrong way but he did’t react to the second part either.

‘Only messing, sir. It’s been nice to get to know you properly. Feels like we’ve been friends for ages.’

‘Yes, it does. Thanks for coming over. It’s nice not to have to worry about what I say in front of you both now.’ I’m not sure what he means by that but I have an idea. 

When we get back to the house, Mark goes to the kitchen to get us some more drinks.

‘We should kiss when he gets back, see what he does.’ Brian squeezes his crotch as he says it.

‘What if he freaks out though?’

‘I asked him earlier if he minded if we had sex, he said it was cool and that’s why he invited us here - so we could have some alone time. It’ll be fine. Let’s just see what happens.’

‘Ha! I asked him the same thing. I was sure he was getting hard when I said it.’

Mark returns with three glasses of wine that we polish off pretty quickly. Then Brian gets that look in his eye, it’s time to take things a little further. He moves in to kiss me and I return the favour, we go for a slow, deep kiss and I notice he’s not looking at me, he’s looking at Mark. I let out a little moan.

Mark hangs around for a minute or so then say’s he better get off to bed. We break the kiss and say goodnight, disappointedly. We can clearly see his cock straining in his jeans though. 

As he starts walking up the stairs, Brian grabs my belt, rips open my flies and takes my whole cock in his throat like a man possessed. He gags and his constricting throat and the speed he throats me, makes me gasp. Mark doesn’t look back. 

‘B! That’s naughty. He’s not even upstairs yet.’ He looks up and smiles at me, with my cock still buried in this throat. Then he comes up for air, wiping his chin.

‘I wanted to see if he’d come back down when he heard me gagging on your cock.’

‘It’s a real shame he didn’t. Get your clothes off - I’m gonna rim your hole in our teacher’s front room.’ He lets out a moan and assumes the position after stripping. On all fours, arms on the back of the sofa with his knees up on the seat. I lick his hole and he lets out a load moan. He’s going to make sure Mark knows what we’re up to.

I strip off and make him suck my cock again, slowly fucking his throat and making him gag.

‘We should go up, it’s getting cold down here.’

We leave our clothes strewn across the floor and sneak upstairs. Brian stops at Mark’s door and puts his ear to it to see if he can hear wanking or watching porn. No sound comes from the room at all.

‘He might be asleep. I don’t think anything’s going to happen.’ I whisper.

‘Yeah but what if he’s not and is waiting for us to join him?’

‘He wouldn’t have closed the door through.’

‘I just want to see if he’s awake - one more try.’ I nod.

Brian slowly opens the door. We’re both bollock naked, stood in his bedroom doorway, it’s now or never. Mark has his back to us under the duvet on his bed. Our bodies cast a shadow into the room so we can’t see much. 

‘Mr. H? Mark, are you awake?’

‘See, I told you he’d be sleeping’

‘I know but I needed to try, I was really hoping he would.’

‘Come on B, let’s get to bed. I’m going to fuck you silly.’

‘Mmmmmmm, you better. I was hoping for his dick too.’

‘Maybe next time.’ I grin at him.

We leave Mark’s door open and go in to our room, leaving that door open too. If he gets up for any reason, he’ll have full view of whatever we’re up to. We’d already agreed to sleep naked and wouldn’t bother with the duvet when we went to sleep. Even if he doesn’t want to join in, he’s gonna get one hell of a view, if I do say so myself.

——

I can’t quite believe what I’m seeing. My wish came true, they left the door open!

I’m still frozen in the moment, staring at the mirror and witnessing the boys in all their glory. Both of them are hung like donkeys. Brian is on his knees at the end of the bed, deep throating Christian like a trooper, side on to me so I have the perfect view of Brian’s throat being stretched by Christian’s dick and his nose nestled in his pubes. Christian is looking directly at my bed, looking, or hoping for movement. What do I do?

I might be frozen but my dick isn’t, with the speed I rolled over before they opened the door, I only managed to cover my back and side. My front is almost completely exposed, I’m leaning awkwardly on one side and my cock is at an angle under my hip. It’s starting to hurt as it throbs. I need to adjust it but I don’t want to move, I’m enjoying the show. 

With a bit of careful hip movement, I manage to free myself and start to play with the head of my cock. It’s slick with precum already. I discover that I can move my hand freely without the duvet moving so I slowly wank myself off while Brian gags expertly on the huge cock. 

Brian eases himself off, standing up to kiss Christian who whispers something to him. Brian has a massive smile on his face. 

‘I hope you enjoyed that. You’ll love what I’m going to do next.’ slightly louder than he needs to. 

He’s looking at Christian but I’m sure it’s addressed at me. Surely they can’t see me, it’s pitch black. 

Then Brian tells Christian to get on all fours on the bed. Christian obliges and faces be door, looking directly into the mirror. These two are really playing with me, aren’t they?

Brian gets behind Christian and starts to rim him. I can see his blonde hair bobbing up and down, his eyes occasionally appearing and looking at the back of Christian’s head and the door. Christian is moaning, pulling the horniest faces while Brian probes his hole. Then I see Christian mouthing something at the mirror, it looks like ‘come over’. I’m sorely tempted now. They clearly want me to join them. I shake my head, more to myself than him as I’m still sure he can’t see me. Then he pulls a sad face. What the hell?

It’s dark in here, there’s no way they can see me. Then I realise as my eyes move around my room. I’d been concentrating so hard on watching them that I didn’t notice my face and naked front are lit up like Blackpool illuminations. My room is dark but the light from their bedroom was reflecting off the mirror and onto my face and naked body. They’d been watching me watching them and tugging away on my cock the whole time. 

It’s too late now, I’ve been seen and they know I’ve been watching I roll over and remove the duvet, sit up against the headboard, look directly at them and start slowly wanking off to the show. 

——

Mark’s watching us properly now. I’m still rimming Christian but I’m looking Mark right in the eye as I do it. He’s wanking himself off, getting off on the show we’re putting on for him. 

Christian reaches back and pushes my head into him to get my tongue deeper in to his hole. I add a finger from one hand and wank his cock with the other. He’s still staring at Mark wanking. We can’t really see him properly now he’s moved but we know what he’s up to. 

‘It’s only fair if you have the light on to.’ I call out to him. 

Without hesitating, he reaches over to his bedside lamp and flicks it on. 

Light floods his room and for the first time, we get to see him properly naked. He’s got a dark patch of hair across his chest with a fine line down to his belly button and a dark bush of pubes between his legs. His arms are hairy from just above the elbow. Proper manly looking. His legs are covered in hair but it’s not very dense. He looks pretty hung, probably about 7 inches and he’s cut. I stare at him as he wanks himself off, watching me finger and wank Christian.

‘You can come in here if you like.’ Christian tries to entice him in, between gasps. He just shakes his head slowly with a big smile on his face and carries on playing with his dick, enjoying the show. 

——

These are some dirty lads. They know what they are doing for sure. Playing me and with each other expertly. I’m thinking with my dick now, consequences be damned. If they tell any of the kids at school, I’ll just deny it. I can fuck them without doing anything wrong, but I don’t want it getting out. 

Christian invited me in but I’m watching the show, I want to see where it goes first. I just shook my head and waited. 

They move around on the bed into a 69 position, side on again. I can see better now, without having to look through the mirror, Brian is on the bottom and Christian is fucking his throat in long, deep thrusts while he attempts to deep throat Brian’s beer can cock. This kid is packing and I’ve never seen anyone take a dick down their throat like he can. 

Christian lifts up Brian’s legs so his arse is pointing straight up and spits on his hole. This is getting interesting. The main event could be coming very soon. I slow down the pace on my cock while Christian prepares Brian’s hole for a good fucking. 

One more thrust in Brian’s throat causes him to gag and gets Christian’s dick nice and wet. Then he scoots around between Brian’s legs, lines his cock up to his hole and looks me straight in the eye. Brian turns his head to look at me too but I keep my eyes fixed on Christian. 

He slowly pushes his dick into Brian, who starts whimpering and moaning, begging to be fucked. Christian has a horny look in his eyes and bites his bottom lip as he slowly sinks his thick 8 1/2” dick deep into his boyfriends hole - bareback. I can barely contain myself but I manage to hold it back and stop touching my dick for a while. Christian is clearly in bliss as he closes his eyes and looks down towards Brian. 

Brian is still looking at me. His eyes are practically begging me. He’s cute when he’s got a dick buried in him. I smile at him as his eyes roll back in his head and Christian starts to work up a good rhythm. 

‘Please come and fuck me Mark. Please, sir.’ He’s looking me straight in the eye again. 

Christian keeps fucking and looks up at me with similar begging eyes. 

‘I’ll come in on one condition.’

‘Anything, sir.’ said in unison. That’s never turned me on before but it it’s different when it comes from two naked teenagers fucking in your spare room.