Mr Collier's Friends: Toni and Mr S

April 1972: Spring was in the air, high school was almost done, summer vacation was around the corner, and ever since I'd turned 18 three months ago, I'd joyously [and with growing lust] been exploring the sexual side of my city.  I'd sucked cock in a car in a department store parking lot [That Businessman: My First Blowjob], been doubled in that same store [Blowjob in the (Un)Dressing Room: Chapter 2], got fucked by my straight bud Ed Collier’s father [Mister Collier Gives Me a Ride] and I'd been gang-banged in a XXX theatre [The XXX Theatre], among other things.

Saturday had been a late night for me.  Uncle Mitch and I were up watching late night horror and working through a six pack enhanced with a couple shots of rum [my dad, who was overseas and mom, who was in Florida, knew I drank beer and had no objections; they didn't know I indulged in the hard stuff sometimes].  I don’t remember nodding off, but I woke in my bed, wearing my pajama bottoms, to the ringing of the telephone at eleven a.m.  I started to run out to answer, realized I had a raging and visible hard-on, and put on my robe before leaving the bedroom.

And the phone stopped ringing.

I continued downstairs.  Uncle Mitch came out of the kitchen, noted "You're up," and said it was for me.  I thanked him and picked up the extension and, when I was sure he'd hung up the kitchen phone, said hello.

It was Mr. Collier.  My cock, which had been going limp, rose to attention.  "Hey kid; so, do you remember the guys at the bar?"

I remembered George and kind of remembered the guys across from us.  And wasn't quite as annoyed at his calling me 'kid' this time as I was at his calling me 'kiddo' last time.

"A couple of them are interested in you.  Have you got plans today?"

I didn't.

"Well, we're up for some post-Tax Day playtime and I thought you might be interested.  Are you?"

I asked why me?  I was flattered, but those guys had barely seen me.

"They've seen enough to be interested, or they wouldn't have gone along with my suggestion to invite you.  And if anyone's interest flags, I suspect you could find a way to perk it up.  You do like parties and older guys.  Am I right?"

He was.  I asked if there was a catch and told him no drugs.

"No catch.  Just a few horny guys, you included, getting together for a couple hours to see what comes up. No drugs.”

I said yes and he said he'd pick me up a little past 2:00.

When Uncle Mitch asked who that was, I told him "Ed's dad.  He was asking about camping sometime."  I knew that wasn't Uncle Mitch's thing because a neighbor had suggested, last month, that we [he, a buddy, Uncle Mitch and I] go camping some time and Uncle Mitch had begged off].

Mr. C picked me up and we were at the bar [the same one he'd taken me to before; I'll call it Ballz because it was something like that] by quarter to three.  On the way, he told me the party was going to be very small: just four of us. The same bartender was on duty and, as with the last time, watched us all the way to the bar and didn't card me.   Mr. C ordered a scotch rocks and asked me if I liked vodka.  I'd never tried it, so I got introduced to Black Russians.  When the bartender brought the drinks, he told Mr. C that Robert had called for him and wanted a call back.

Mr. C went back to the pay phones.  The bartender introduced himself as Ronnie, I introduced myself as Val and he leaned on the bar, "Next round's on me."  I got as far as "Thank" when he added, smiling "If."  I drank, returning Ronnie's smile, "If what?"

"Well, Jeff keeps going on about your fine ass, and I'd like to see what he’s talking about."

My dick started coming to attention [yes, it was that easy for me to get turned on], and I got off the bar stool.  I unbuckled my belt and he came out from the bar "Keep going, we're all friends here."  I unbuttoned and unzipped and tugged my jeans down just past my hips, exposing my ass and my jockstrap.  Ronnie pushed them down a bit more and fondled my ass for a few seconds, then patted it, "Confirmed fine ass, gentlemen!" and to me said "Next round's on me."

Mr. C returned as Ronnie was stepping back behind the bar and I was pulling my jeans back together.  He slapped my ass lightly and stood beside me, foregoing the stool, and smiled at Ronnie, "Now do you believe me?"  I drank most of my drink.  Ronnie grinned, "Feeling is believing."  He gave us both fresh drinks, "On me."  Mr. C fondled my ass, "I may have to bring him in more often.  So, they're going to be here around four." 

We ordered food and he took me around the bar, introducing me to the guys he knew [and a few of those he didn’t know introduced themselves].  We ate, then went back to shoot pool.  Four o’clock arrived and Mr. C went back to call again.  I got my third Black Russian and started a game of pinball.  I was feeling...well...groovy, really.  George had come in and was watching me play.  Well, watching my ass as I played.

Mr. C came back and said they were just on the way, half an hour.  I told him that was cool, but if they weren’t here by five to not be surprised if I start taking off my clothes.  We played another game of pool, me and George against Mr. C and a short, skinny friend of his named Roger.  George bought all four of us another round [my fourth drink] at 4:30 and Mr. C's buddies showed up five minutes later [and when they came back to the pool table George asked them to leave and come back at quarter past five].  Mr. C told George "Maybe next time," and the five of us finished our drinks, then Mr. C and I left with his two buddies, Robert S and Toni.  Both were around 5'10".  Toni was early 50s with black hair and a little gray, a slim build, no chest hair, with a well-trimmed moustache.  He was dressed rock-chic with leather pants, a poet shirt opened to his naval and a few gold chains.  Mister S was mid 40s with silver hair, somewhat overweight with light chest hair.  He was wearing the slacks and jacket of a silver-gray suit with no shirt.  I didn’t recognize either of them, but Mr. C assured me they’d been at the bar last month and had seen me there.

We went separately, Mr. C took his car and told me to hitch a ride in Toni's Chevelle.  Toni had two grocery bags [beer, booze and snacks] on the front passenger seat, so I sat in the back with Mister S.

He had my jacket off before we pulled out of the lot and my shirt off not ten minutes later.  He asked if I shaved my chest, running his hand over my breasts and down my belly.  I told him no, it was natural.  He unbuckled my belt and rubbed my thighs and groped my cock.  Toni asked, "How you doin' back there, Bobby?"  Mr. S put his left arm around my shoulders and unbuttoned my jeans, "So far," he unzipped my jeans, "so good."  He tugged and scooched my jeans down past my hips, had me turn, and pulled them down—

--and off.

Along with my sneakers and socks.

He maneuvered me around beside him again, left arm around my shoulder, and ran his hand down my belly, lightly over my jock, down my thigh to my knee and back up to my jock.  My dick throbbed against the jockstrap.  Mr. S groped and fondled my dick and balls for a couple of minutes, “Real good, Toni.”  He ran his hands slowly up my outer thighs, up my hips and—

--casually—

--peeled my jockstrap down and took it off.

He held it out to Toni, “Put this in one o’ the bags, uh?”

Toni took it and dropped it in one of the grocery bags.

Mr. S felt my balls and dick, “What do you like more: bein’ naked in the car on the highway or havin’ your dick stroked?”

I smiled broadly [I was a bit drunk] and answered “Both?” then added “Being naked like this, but it’s close.”

He pushed his hand between my legs, I lifted up and he fondled and felt my ass. 

Toni turned down a suburban street, "We’re here."  He pulled into the driveway of a nice two-story home with built-in 2-car garage and raised the garage door, “And so is Jeff."  He pulled into the garage.  Mr. C parked in the drive and joined us in the garage.  I reached for my jeans and Mr. S stopped me, "You don’t need those yet."

Toni closed the garage door, handed the two bags out to Mr. C, got out of the car and opened my door.

Okay.

Still stark naked, I climbed out of the car.  Mr. C handed me one of the bags and we followed Toni into the kitchen with Mr. S behind us.  My clothes stayed in the car.  We put the groceries on the table, Mr. S put the beer into the fridge and Toni put a hand on my shoulder and fondled my balls, "Next time, you drive, Bobby."

Toni felt my dick and turned me and felt my ass.  He put his hand on my head and bent me a little, whispered "Yeah," fondled my ass cheeks a bit more and nudged his middle finger into my asshole.  "Yeah, I been looking forward to fucking this ass since--"

Mr. S chimed in, "Yeah, you an’ me both, ever since last month.  Who’s drinkin' what?" Toni got a beer, Mr. C opted out, Mr. S got a Jack Daniels rocks and gave me a vodka/coke.

Toni chugged nearly half the beer and got his pants open as we walked into the living room.  He put his beer on the coffee table and grabbed my arm, "My house so I get first."  He pulled me closer and pushed his pants down, exposing his shaved crotch and his cock, which I'd guess was six inches limp.  He pushed my shoulder, "On your knees and let's give Jeff and Bobby a show." 

I knelt and stroked his cock a few times, then took it into my mouth and licked and sucked it, slowly at first but increasing my speed as it expanded.  Toni pushed his pants down further and held my hair.  I worked his cock for a few minutes, took it out of my mouth and sucked his shaved balls and returned to sucking his nearly eight-inch cock.  He asked me for his beer a couple of times, and I passed it to him.

Mr. S stripped to his boxers and sat by Mr. C, both taking too softly to hear.

Toni stopped me and withdrew his cock, "How about you get me a refill?”

I got up and took his beer bottle.  Mr. S asked me to get him a refill, too, "And taste your drink, babe.  I made that for you"

I took a sip.   They goaded me, nicely, into drinking half of it before letting me get their refills.

I was drunk.

When I returned Toni had his pants off and was talking to Mr. C and Mr. S.  Mr. C said "Probably next time.  Give me time to--"  Mr. S saw me and interrupted with "And here's the booze and the cute waiter!"

Toni distributed the drinks and got me back on my knees and sucking his cock.  After a few minutes he tugged my hair, "That's enough.  Let me see that ass now."

I regretfully released his cock and turned sidewise to him.  He fondled my ass, slapped it and went across the room to a black chest of drawers.    Mr. C told me to drink my drink and I finished it. 

Toni returned, put a small jar on the coffee table and pushed two lube-covered fingers up my ass.  He walked me away from the couch and near the coffee table and his beer, probing my ass the whole time, "Hands and knees."

I knelt.  Toni put an arm around my waist and nudged his cock into my ass.  I worked with him, trying to keep my ass relaxed, breathing in and out and pushing backward as he filled me with cock.  After a moment he started fucking me slowly, then faster.  He fondled my balls, then my cock and eventually started stroking it. 

Mr. C came over and exposed his hard cock and rubbed it against my cheeks.   I opened my mouth and he slowly inserted it. 

Toni chugged his beer, grabbed my hips and started fucking faster.  Mr. C started fucking my mouth and as he sped up, Toni slowed down again.  A few minutes later Mr. C withdrew his cock, gripped my hair and started jerking off.  He pulled my head back and jerked a thick cum-load onto my tongue, then returned to the couch and started talking softly with Mr. S again.

Toni pulled out and slapped my ass, “Turn over.”  He finished his beer while I lay on my back, then he shoved my legs up and out and went back to fucking me, hard and fast.  A few minutes later he unloaded, filling my ass with what felt like a cup of jizz.

He withdrew, stood up and grabbed his beer, “Thirsty work.  Anybody else for a refill?”  Mr. S opted in and opted me in as well.

Mr. S took his boxers off and came over, stroking his hard cock.  It was around five inches long but thicker than average.  His short pubic hair, probably trimmed, made it look a bit longer.

Toni returned with the drinks.  Mr. S told me to drink, so I took a fairly large swallow.  The ass pounding from Toni had sobered me a little and I also think Toni poured light on this one.  I could feel the vodka but not as much.  Mr. S took a heavy swig, “Good boy, now get up here and put that mouth to better use.”

I got up and licked and sucked his cock and decent-sized balls, Mister S holding my head and controlling my speed.  I sucked him for a good ten minutes before he stopped me, pulled me up and handed me my drink.  I finished half of it and managed to put it back on the coffee table.  I was definitely drunk and decidedly horny.  I asked him, “So are you gonna fuck me, then?” 

And he slapped my ass, led me to a spot between the coffee table and the television and told me to “Lie down, belly down and ass up.  And yeah, I’m gonna plow your ass.”

I laid down flat and he immediately spread my legs, laid on top of me, shoved his cock into my ass and fucked me hard and fast.  After a few minutes he breathed into my ear, “You like that?”  I said uh-huh and he slowed down but kept hammering his strokes.  “C’mere,” he wrapped his arms around my waist rammed into me and stopped, then pulled me to my knees.  I started to raise my shoulders and he pushed them back down, then went back to power fucking my ass.  A few minutes later he grunted and started cumming and seemed to go on for minutes, fucking and pumping cum into me.

We spent an hour talking [mostly the three of them talking, with Toni lamenting the amount of tax money Uncle Sam had squeezed out of him yesterday and the other two commiserating sarcastically].  Toni fucked me again, jerking me off in the process, and Mr. S had me suck him off and shot a small load of jizz on my face.

I got dressed [mostly: they told me they’d misplaced my jock] in the garage and Mr. C drove me home at around nine.  He told me to keep Friday night opened if I’d enjoyed myself today and I said I would.

I half watched TV with Uncle Mitch [who had just smiled when I said I’d had one too many] and nodded off around eleven and woke up to the alarm next morning, in bed and naked.   Uncle didn’t say anything about my lack of underwear, so he’d either not noticed or hadn’t thought it was worth asking about.

I wondered what Friday would bring.