Uncle's Boss Living Room Gangbang

[26 May 1972] I woke up at 6:30 and went , naked, downstairs to the kitchen and started coffee. Uncle Mitch came into the kitchen while was brewing, mumbled a good morning, and smiled, "Nice to be prepared." He massaged my hard-on, felt my balls and patted my ass. "You mind if we pick you up at three? I'd like to make sure you have time to shower and such."

I said sure, that'd be great and went up and showered and dressed for school. I didn't even register the "we" part of the sentence.

Uncle Mitch made breakfast and we talked about odds and ends, as usual. I reminded him that I had a party to work tomorrow night six to one. He asked how much I was making, and I said ten dollars an hour plus tips. It would be more, but I wasn't sure I should tell him.

The day went by quickly. At lunch Davis Ellermsn sat down by me and asked if I was ready for tomorrow. I said yes and asked him if he'd done any.

"Three. I made almost five hundred the first time. That was January, and one of the guys said he broke $1000 at one of the December events"

I told him I hadn't done one of these but that I was looking forward to it, [and to dissuade any interest, added ] especially since I preferred men over 30]. He said he preferred 25 to 40. I asked how the wrestling was and he said it was Greco-Roman-WWF, but to make the holds sexy. And if Mr Gull challenged me put on a good show but always lose.

The bell rang end of lunch and we went in to resume our Friday.

At 3:00 I went out front to wait for Uncle Mitch and was surprised to see Mr. Drake standing in front of a gold and black thunderbird.

I waved and walked down the steps and shook his hand. One of my buddies came up, whistled and asked if it was mine. I told him "I wish!". Mr Drake smiled and said "Just work hard, boys. We've gotta go." We climbed in and he pulled out.

Once we'd left the school, he put his hand on my thigh and moved it up when I spread my legs.

We drove in silence for a few minutes , Mr Drake feeling my leg , and my cock and balls. He pulled into the parking lot of a small church and parked near the lot exit. "I'm happy I got to pick you up. Before we go home though, suppose I asked you to suck my cock right now, right here."

I told him I'd do it after dark, when the church wasn't busy, but I'd rather not do it right now.

He nodded, "Good. I like to know limitations. Don't ever hesitate to say you don't want to do something." he put his hand on my leg. "Now, what I wanted. I may have mentioned this already so bear with me. We have a quarterly conference, in August, November, February, and May , and a Christmas party in December. I know you've talked to Mr Evans about the one in August. What I'd like you to consider is working all four conferences and the Christmas party. And for the record you'd be working an unofficial party with 35 to 45 gay men, usually the day after but sometimes the day before the actual event."

I said I'd like to, but I'd have to give Mr Noguchi's club preference.

"Great!" Mr Drake smiled, "one more item. Do you think your uncle could handle a couple of rounds at the CockPit?"

I confirmed it was a gay bar and said it might be difficult at first, but I thought he'd do it.

Mr. Drake pulled out of the lot and headed for my home. We arrived at 4:00 and Mr Drake took responsibility for some of the lateness, saying that he'd got lost but also blaming traffic. And, really, no one would have challenged the story if he'd blamed a zombie horde for the delay.

The three older men were wearing suits so after I showered and shaved et al, and sprayed cologne under my jaw near my ears , and in my pubic hair I dressed causal but nice. No jeans or sneakers. I dressed in dark blue briefs and slacks, a turquoise shirt and black deck shoes. We left at 5:00 for 5:30 reservations at a pricey steak house [paid for by the company]. We took Mr. Drake's car, with him driving, Mr Evans in the passenger's seat and Uncle Mitch and me in the rear seat.

Dinner was excellent and the Black Russians [2] I had were smoother and a little more powerful than anything I'd had before. Mr. Drake told me "That is the difference between a well drink and an upper shelf drink."

We left the restaurant around 7:00, Mr Drake driving, Uncle Mitch in the passenger seat and Mr Evans and me in the rear seat. Mr. Evans was a thin blonde , 67", 145 pounds with light body hair, trimmed pubic hair, an 8-inch, thick cock and shaved balls.

Mr. Evans had his hand on my left leg, caressing and fondling my cock and balls. His right hand was lazily stroking his cock. He never looked at me all the way over.

The CockPit was a medium sized bar with an oval counter that could seat a hundred people. There were two bartenders tonight: Ryder was tall with dark hair, moustache and goatee, tall and stocky and very hairy. Peter Jefferson [PJ] was average height , slim blond with no visible body hair. There were three cocktail waiters despite the small crowd. Mr. Drake told me Friday night started getting busy between 8:00 and 9:00 and started getting wild between 10:00 and 11:00.

Mr Drake hadn't brought us just to party, but also to get us acquainted with the bar and some of the men. The building itself was big. Entering from the front the south half was the large bar counter with CCTV screens mounted two on each side and one larger one above the entry. At the northern end of the bar was a stage and catwalk which ended 15 feet short of the bar counter. There was one row of seats around the stage and catwalk. Another large screen hung above the stage and could be lowered as needed. In the northwest corner was the entry to the restrooms. Between that and the stage was a door labeled "CCTV EMPLOYEES ONLY". In the northeast corner was a big Wurlitzer, a locked door labeled PRIVATE, another large screen that could be raised and lowered, and the rest was tables and booths.

Mr Drake took us to a table near the stage and, when a cocktail waiter came over, ordered our drinks and whispered to him. The cocktail waiter looked at me, smirked, surreptitiously took a folded bill, and went to get drinks.

Mr. Drake patted my arm, "I want you to meet some of my friends." I got the feeling that he was talking to me alone, but Uncle Mitch got up and joined us.

Mr Drake took us to two tables. At the first were three men in their 40s to 50s, two of whom I recognized: Toni and Mr Sinclair from 9-Balls. Toni smiled, "Hey, baby! Long time!" And Mr. Sinclair smiled and said, "Hey there babe." And all three exchanged greetings. Mr. Drake introduced me to the third man, Eddie Warners and added "No relationship to the brothers.". Then he introduced my uncle and we excused ourselves. Mr. Drake asked me what I thought of Toni and I told him I thought he was sexy, but I couldn't say why.

Mr Drake took us across the room and to a table where two men were seated , talking. One of them, the older, looked familiar, though I didn't think we'd met.

Mr Drake greeted them, then introduced me as "Valtopia", immediately winked at me and said, smiling, "Okay, just Val." And he introduced "Mitch, Val's lucky uncle".

Both men were wearing three-piece suits. The older one [early 50s], Conrad Croft [an alias], was 73" tall, stocky with a pot belly, average body hair with light chest hair, short business -cut gray hair, 8.5-inch cock and average balls. Croft is the one I thought I recognized, and Mr Drake later told me he was a senator from another state. The other man [late 30s], Vince Verry [an alias], was 70" tall, around 200 pounds, short business cut black hair, light body hair, shaved pubic and chest hair, a thick 7-inch cock and heavy balls.

They were waiting for Mr Verry's son, then they planned to try to find a fourth and go home for a long night. We said our good nights and headed back to our table

By 8:30 Mr Drake and Uncle Mitch were on their second drink and Mr. Evans and I were on our third [mine courtesy of two men who came over to say hi and "to check out the new boy " ] .

The men were both in their early 40s and both were dressed casually. Samuel was 72", blonde and grey, average build, light body hair, no chest hair, a 7" cock and big balls. Randolph Paris was 68", receding brown hair, muscular but not at bodybuilder level, light body hair with no chest hair and shaved pubic hair. An 8.5" cock and average shaved balls.

Samuel whispered to Mr Drake and Mr Drake told me to come with him. Uncle Mitch started to stand and Mr drake waved him down, "I want to speak to Val. Val, bring our drinks. "

We went to an empty table. He finished his drink , waved a waiter over and ordered fresh for both of us. I asked if I'd done something wrong and he said no, "not you," and shook his head.

The drinks came and he raised his glass. We toasted, silently, and drank. He asked me if Mitch was always so smothering?

"No, but the only other groups we've done together were , like, in close quarters or with only a couple others."

"it's damned annoying."

"Yeah. I felt like he was keeping an eye on me."

"I'll work on it." He lit a cigarette. I said no when he offered one. "there are a few more men I want you to meet but not tonight. And I want you to get acquainted with the CC Room. Closed circuit camera. Are you open to next Friday?"

I said that I was free that day and did he want to pick me up at home or somewhere else. He said he'd rather pick me up after school either at school or close by. So, we agreed he'd pick me up at school between 3:00 and 3:30 next Friday, 2 June.

We returned to our table, where Uncle Mitch suggested we drink up and leave. It was barely 9:00, and I said as much and ordered another round for Mr Evans and Uncle Mitch.

After the fresh drinks arrived , Mr Evans called for a toast to me and Uncle Mitch then he fondled my thigh, drank, and fondled my cock and balls.

Mr. Drake excused himself and went to the front of the bar.

Mr. Evans opened my slacks and pushed them past my ass [with some help from me]. Then he went back to roughly groping and fondling my cock and balls.

Mr. Drake returned and sat beside me and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. He showed me a gold necklace with a gold "SLUT" charm. He put it on me and said, "Leave it on until we leave, hm?"

Uncle Mitch got up and came over to Mr Drake and whispered to him. Mr Drake responded, normal voice, "Tomorrow is Saturday, Mitch. None of us has to be up early. Relax and enjoy yourself."

"It's just, Val has a party tomorrow evening." I pulled my slacks up and buckled my belt in anticipation of visiting Toni for a few minutes.

I started to wonder if it was time to move to my own place. It must have shown on my face because Uncle Mitch stopped and looked down. "I'm clinging, aren't I?"

I nodded and Mr. Drake said yes.

Uncle Mitch chuckled, "I only do this when I'm with someone at a party or functions not in my home. I'm fine at home. But my apologies and I'll stop.". He returned to his seat and a man wearing a striped western shirt, faded jeans , a turquoise studded belt and black cowboy boots stepped forward and said hello to Mr Drake and shook hands with him.

Mason J Winthrop was 53, 70",218 pounds, with a beer belly. He was bald, with a gray goatee but no moustache, light body hair, a 7-inch cock and big, shaved balls.

He shook hands with Uncle Mitch, Mr Evans and me and we exchanged greetings.

Uncle Mitch suggested Mr Evans join him at the pool table and they left.

Mr. Winthrop bought a round and I finished my Black Russian. He caressed my thigh, felt my cock and balls. My shirt was still open. He ran his hand up my chest, over my nipples and down and he unbuckled my belt and slid his fingers beneath my briefs. "Nice , real nice. Suppose I decided to bend y'all over this table and fuck you?"

"Oh, I'd love it, Mr Winthrop."

The drinks came. Mr Winthrop told the waiter to put a reservation flag here and that we'd be in the storage room.

I closed my slacks up and Mr. Drake and I followed Mr Winthrop to, and through, the door marked PRIVATE.

The room was cool, and the west wall was lined with beer cases, the north wall, from the west wall to an exit door with cases of liquor, and half the east wall with cases of wine. A military cot , an end table and a lamp were in the south east corner. And a midsize desk with a desk lamp, phone and leather secretary chair were in the center of the room.

Mr Winthrop raised his glass and we drank a silent toast. He perched on the desktop. "Not the best place for an interview, but Mr. Drake was certain I'd wanta meet you. You ever done a double or gangbang?"

I nodded, "I've done a few. I like them more than singles."

He raised his glass in a toast and we drank half of them. He got off the desk and took me around to the front of it, facing him, the crates and the exit door. He removed my shirt and laid it on the desk, squeezed my shoulders and ran his hands down my arms, to my hands and squeezed them lightly. He unbuckled my belt, opened my slacks and eased them past my hips. He looked me in the eyes, paused a beat, then yanked my slacks down and let them fall to the floor. "The more the merrier? Yeah, I like that answer."

He handed me my drink , told me to drink up and both of us drained our drinks. He picked up the handset, punched in three numbers and spoke, "Scotch rocks double and Black Russian. In the storage room."

Mr. Drake came closer, nursing his drink.

Mr Winthrop opened his pants and shorts, opened the right desk drawer and took out a jar of lube.

Mr Drake asked if he should help and Mr Winthrop asked him to lube me.

Mr Winthrop lubed his cock and Mr Drake lubed my ass. Someone knocked. Mr. Winthrop called "Wait.". Mr Drake wiped his hands with tissues. Mr Winthrop caressed my ass, spread my feet, spread my ass cheeks and told Mr Drake, "Okay" and Mr Drake headed for the door.

Mr Winthrop nudged his cock into me a little and my semi-hard dick throbbed to fully erect life.

Mr. Drake opened the door and one of the cocktail waiters entered the room.

And Mr Winthrop slid his cock into my ass and started fucking me.

The waiter took his time bringing Mr Winthrop his drink. Mr. Winthrop sipped it, smiled and nodded to me. The water brought my drink around, and I tasted it then nodded and said thank you. And I rolled my eyes, smiled and sighed as Mr Winthrop slowed his thrusts, withdrawing his cock almost to the head, and driving it in to the base .

The waiter waved and left.

Mr Winthrop asked Mr Drake if he "want[ed] some of this sweet ass?". Mr Drake thanked him but told him he'd get his share a bit later.

Mr Winthrop patted my ass, grabbed my hips and fucked me harder and faster.

Mr Drake came around, took my glass and held it up so I could take a long sip.

A few minutes later Mr Winthrop withdrew and patted my ass. "Stand up and turn around."

I did, and he asked Mr Drake to come over. Mr Winthrop stroked his cock and told me to "Get on [my] knees". Mr Drake gently pushed me down. Mr. Winthrop tapped my cheek, "Open your mouth, nice and wide."

I barely started to do it when Mr Winthrop shot a long, thin stream of cum across my face. I opened my mouth, and he pushed his cock barely an inch in and another thicker burst filled my mouth and throat. He withdrew his cock, still stroking, and shot three small spurts onto my cheeks. Then he picked up the phone handset, said ordered refills. He took a box of wet naps out of the drawer and we cleaned up and dressed.

Mr. Winthrop, Mr. Drake and I stayed in the storage room to discuss the CCTV and other possibilities without Uncle Mitch.

The opening question: Was I looking for part time or full-time work after graduation. I told them I had three part time jobs lined up already: Mr. Noguchi's clubs Tuesday and Thursday for starts and hopefully a weekend shift soon; work with Mr collier helping on shoots; Mr Gull's monthly party. But I wanted to hear the pitch.

Mr Winthrop explained "The CCTV is 90 percent members only. So, membership costs thirty-five dollars a year or four dollars a month . It includes a free-drink card that gives the member a free drink after six uses; access to the bar during the 2:00 am to 5:00 am Tuesday to Saturday and 10:00 am to 5:00 am Sunday / Monday members-only hours: CCTV entertainment and ability to rate, vote on and request scenarios; two free drinks on member's birthday served by member's chosen waiter outfitted in his "birthday suit" comprising deck shoes; and other potential perks."

I asked about the ten percent that wasn't members only. "It's advertising. We show thirty minutes twice a day featuring a striptease to a thong in one and soft-core sex in the other. Each ends with membership rewards and ask a server message."

He drank, then continued, "What I'm offering is a performer position with no minimum hours on either side. You'd get $50 for a two-hour CCTV appearance. You'll get $2 an hour plus tips for cocktail waiter. We'll provide outfits. That's it."

It sounded good and I told him I would accept the waiter job. I'd also like the performer position but would have to talk to Mr Noguchi first. Mr Collier had suggested that performing at both venues using the same name could be a boost for both clubs. Introducing me as 'from the Bare Toys Club' or 'appearing with the permission of the Bare Toys Club'. We all agreed and shook hands, and I promised to try to get an answer by next Friday.

We sat and talked about clubs and bars in nearby states [during which I listened mostly] and movies and sex tales [without naming names] and left a few minutes before midnight

Mr Drake drove, with me in the passenger seat, legs spread, and Uncle Mitch and Mr Evans in the back.

We got home about 12:30 and as soon as we got inside, Uncle Mitch told me to go to the kitchen, strip, then get us a round.

I poured my Black Russian and took my time removing my clothes and folding them over a chair. Once I'd stripped naked except for the SLUT necklace and charm , I made their drinks and refreshed mine and brought them to the living room. All three had stripped to the waist and there was a loop playing with two cops being seduced by a long-haired brunette suspect.

I took the tray to Mr Drake first. He took a scotch water [all three men were drinking the same thing], sipped it and nodded toward Mr Evans. I served Mr Evans next and Uncle Mitch last. I took a swallow of my drink and put the tray and my drink on the coffee table.

Mr. Drake sipped his drink, put it on the coffee table and joined me. He put his arm around my waist, asked how I was feeling and walked me closer to Mr Evans and Uncle Mitch. I smiled and said "Oh, just fine. How do I feel to you?" he chuckled and I added "I'm a little flighty but not quite drunk yet." I giggled for no reason, "okay, a little drunk."

Mr. Drake opened his slacks and let them fall. He turned me to face him, opened my mouth and kissed me, shoving his tongue deep into me. Uncle Mitch joined us and Mr drake turned me toward him. Uncle Mitch kissed me. I resisted and he slapped my ass and told me to open my mouth.

Mr. Drake moved my left hand into his briefs. I immediately started fondling his semi hard cock and his balls.

Uncle Mitch slapped my ass again, I opened my mouth and he kissed me. Mr Drake licked my ear and sucked my earlobe. He stopped and told Mr. Evans to join in. Uncle Mitch held my head and licked my lips, kissed me and passed me om to Mr Evans. I had to release Mr Drake's cock and he pushed his briefs down and let them drop.

Mr Evans and Uncle Mitch dropped their slacks and briefs. Mr Drake moved behind me and slid his cock between my ass cheeks and squeezed and fondled my ass.

Evans and Uncle Mitch took turns kissing me and pinching and licking my nipples. I fondled Uncle Mitch's 7-inch cock and Mr Evans' thick 8.5-inch cock.

Mr Drake pushed me down a little and I continued down to my knees and licked Mr. Evans' cock thoroughly , until it was soaked. I took about half of it into my mouth, eased it out, took a little more and sucked him for a couple minutes.

I turned and licked and sucked Uncle Mitch's dick, taking over half of it into my mouth and managed to take his cockhead into my throat . I sucked his cock for a couple minutes, turn and sucked Mr Evans for a few minutes. When l turned to attend to Uncle Mitch Mr. Drake was there, holding his cock out for attention.

I licked it and sucked it for a few minutes then worked all three, stroking, licking and sucking.

Mr. Drake stopped me after five minutes or so and helped me up and sent me to freshen drinks. I finished my drink while I made four fresh, then brought them in and passed them around.

Mr. Drake came over behind me and held an open popper under my nose. I breathed in and that feeling of warmth and lust and an absolute need to be touched and not just touched but to be penetrated overwhelmed me. I pressed back into his cock , trapping it between his groin and my ass. It throbbed to full 9-inch erection. Uncle Mitch put his hard cock into my right hand and squeezed, whispered "just work it slow while I decide which hole to stuff first."

Mr Evans whispered to Mr Drake, and Mr Drake said "Yes." They moved drinks to an end table, then moved the coffee table forward a few feet, out of the way.

Mr. Evans got a lube jar off the projector table and lubed my ass thoroughly then lubricated Mr Drake's cock. [Uncle Mitch told me that the next day.]

Mr Drake gave me another popper shot and nudged his cock into my asshole. He told Mr Evans to "put this aside" [the poppers] grabbed my ass cheeks and slowly pushed his cock into my squirming ass.

Mr. Evans fondled my balls and cock and, as Mr Drake started fucking me, began stroking my dick at roughly the same tempo. Uncle Mitch took his drink and stood near the couch, alternately watching me getting doubled by Misters Drake and Evans and watching the loops.

Mr Drake held me by the shoulders and fucked me faster. Mr Evans knelt and squeezed harder, stroking in time with Mr Drake. Uncle Mitch took a good swallow of his drink and massaged his cock. He stepped closer to Mr Drake, watching him fuck me.

Mr Drake slowed to a steady pace, fucking me with longer strokes.

Mr. Evans opened his mouth just as I let out a little cry and, moaning, released a big load, almost all of which went into his mouth. He stuffed a few tissues into my hand and put my hand around my dick, then kissed me, swapping the cum in his mouth into mine. I swallowed and sucked and licked the cum off his tongue. He kept kissing me for a couple minutes, then took the cum drenched tissues from my hand and went into the bathroom and cleaned up.

Mr. Drake withdrew and told me to lay om my back. I turned over and he grabbed my thighs and pulled me toward him. He spit on his cock and, looking at Uncle Mitch, thrust his cock into.my hole and returned to fucking me hard.

Mr Evans returned and took one of the round cushions off the couch and propped it under my back. He motioned Uncle Mitch over and they had a brief, whispered, conversation.

Mr Drake fucked me faster. The slap of flesh against flesh almost as arousing as the feeling of his cock filling me.

Mr. Evans knelt on my left and turned my head to face him. He patted my cheek with his cock. I opened my mouth and he slipped it in and began to mouth -fuck me as I started sucking it.

Mr Drake stage-whispered "Fuck! Ah you hot little bitch you" and sped up and shortened his strokes and started cumming with two short bursts followed by a huge load!

Uncle Mitch knelt to my right side. Mr Evans withdrew and went to the end table and finished his drink.

Mr Drake withdrew and joined Mr Evans at the end table. He asked what Mr Evans thought of me, and they left the room.

Uncle Mitch handed me my drink and told me to drink up. I did and felt it. I'd been floating between very buzzed and mildly drunk because the sex had burned off some of the liquor as the night , and morning, had progressed. Draining the remainder of my drink, a little over two shots, slid me into the drunk category.

Uncles Mitch told me to "come here" and I stood up. He put his arm around my shoulders and guided me to the left side of the sofa and bent me over the back. He told me to stay there and left the room.

He returned around five minutes later with refills. He drank half of his, put it on the coffee table and brought my drink and the lube over.

Uncle Mitch held my Black Russian to my lips. I straightened up and opened my mouth and he poured, slowly, half the drink into my mouth and down my throat. He caressed my ass, slapped it, then ran his hand down my left leg and pushed my thigh forward, "Just move this knee up on the sofa, buddy."

I listened to the sound of him lubricating his cock, my lips dry, my dick throbbing to life.

And I sighed as he eased his 7-inch cock into my ass and proceeded to fuck me.

Mr. drake and Mr Evans returned, discussing a Memorial Day barbecue. Mr. Evans asked, "do you want to try to use Val for Memorial Day?"

Mr Drake shook his head, "Not this time. I'd love to but it's short notice and he'd probably try to accommodate anyway. He's got to learn to say 'no' or 'no but I can do it such date'. Maybe for Independence Day though."

Uncle Mitch fucked me with quick, short strokes. He slowed down and whispered, "try to do both," and sped up again.

Mr. Evans took the glasses and announced he was getting drink refills. I thought about deferring but I'd been more drunk a few times and I was at home. So, what the hell. I squirmed and called out thank you!

Mr Drake came over and held his semi-hard cock against me lips. I bent over more and licked and sucked it.

Uncle Mitch slowed down and fucked me in longer strokes.

Mr Evans came in with fresh drinks. He placed the refills for Uncle Mitch and me on the end table nearest us. Mr Drake patted my cheek and withdrew, then he and Mr Evans took theirs closer to the projector where they drank and talked, occasionally looking over at Uncle Mitch and me.

Uncle Mitch sped up. He held my left arm and wrapped his right arm around my right thigh.

Mr. Evans and Mr Drake talked softly, watching us, Mr Evans casually stroking Mr Drake's cock.

Uncle Mitch huffed, slowed, whispered epithets, "Come on baby... so hot...fucking ... little...hottie bitch..."

Mr Evans whispered to Mr Drake. Mr Drake shrugged and nodded, looking at me.

Uncle Mitch let out a harsh cry and shoved his cock in deep and shot his load, withdrew and released two more spurts across my ass. He patted my ass, said "Fucking nice," and went into the bathroom to clean up.

It was pushing three and I was getting a second wind. Uncle Mitch was crashing and when he came back said he was heading for bed, "Feel free to stay the night and sleep on the couch and sofa. Val will accommodate you, won't you, buddy.". He didn't wait for an answer.

After he left, I got my drink and sat in the center of the couch and spread my legs wide.

Both men came over. Mr Drake sat to my left and Mr Evans to my right. He put two fingers against my lips. I kissed them and licked them. He withdrew them and moved up to the back of the couch, patted my lips with his erect cock and said softly, "Suck my cock, honey. Suck it real nice."

Mr Drake ran his hand up my thigh, over my balls, my cock, up my belly, sternum and my chest.

Mr Evans fucked my mouth slowly.

Mr Drake twisted and pinched my nipples, brushed my half-hard dick and moved and turned me closer to Mr Evans.

Mr Evans withdrew, smiling tightly, and stroked his cock slowly. "My balls, nice and wet.". I start to lick them slowly, but he interrupted, “Best to hurry, sweetie. Don't make me cum in my hand instead of your mouth."

I sped up and he said. “Very good” after a couple minutes and pushed his cock carefully into my mouth. I'd cut it close though. Only seconds after he started fucking my mouth again, he sped up and a minute later he came in my mouth and throat.

He cleaned up, then Mr Drake, then I and we returned to the couch.

Mr Drake asked, "Do you know what a circle jerk is?". I told him I'd never done one, but I knew it was a group of guys in a circle jerking off.

He smiled, "Ours is a little different. " He ran his hand up my thigh, fondled my cock and balls. Then he yawned and suggested we hit the sack, "We have to be going by ten and you've got work tomorrow."

He had a point. We said goodnights and went to bed.

Tomorrow sounded interesting.

😁 Val