Stuart acquires the taste for cum

Greg and I carried on arguing into the hall way. I asked the man to shut the door and we carried on into the lounge. Not surprisingly the man looked a little awkward but he followed us into the lounge.

Greg and I sat down. The man, who was older than my dad stood by the door. I looked over at him and eyed him up and down.

He was about 5ft 10 with grey unkempt hair that looked a bit wild. He hadn't shaved that morning but his teeth were good and his hands and nails clean. He wore a green corduroy jacket with black leather patches on the elbows, a biscuit coloured shirt and a red waistcoat with a fishing lure pattern. His trousers were the high waisted type that men wore in old films held up by a pair of braces. You could clearly see his fat cock hanging down his leg. He was nothing to look out but he reminded me of my old geography teacher and I suppose that aroused me.

I looked over at him my cock beginning to stiffen in my jeans.

"Have you got the money then", I asked with a wry smile.

He pulled out a fiver and offered it to Greg.

I held out my hand and smirked, "A fiver each"!

He snatched the fiver off Greg and gave him a tenner.

"Come here then", I said.

The man took a couple of steps  towards me, I looked up at him with lust in my eyes and ran my hand up the inside of his thigh and squeezed his cock.

"You're a dirty couple of fuckers arn't you".

"You bet I replied".

I wasn't really that brave but having Greg there in support made me a bit cocky.

I sat on the edge of the chair and Greg joined me on his knees.

I started kissing and licking at his cock through his trousers while Greg stroked his other leg. I rubbed my face in his groin it was hot and with a strong manly smell of pipe tobacco. Greg undid the buttons of his fly and I reached into his Y-fronts. They were moist and sweaty but that was something I quite liked. I pulled out his fat cock. It was what I would call an old man's cock, semi-hard with a big fleshy foreskin. It was sticky and glistening with copious amounts of precum. I pulled his foreskin over my tongue as I swirled it around. There was a slight hint of piss that just served to turn this dirty boy on even more. To be honest I would have sucked his cock for free but I could see Greg and I making some money out of this promising venture.

I carried on sucking and licking his shaft not really wanting to share it with Greg. I mouthed him up and down and started sucking on his huge balls. Greg took over sucking his cock. I watched as Greg took him balls deep waiting eagerly for my turn. We passed his cock back and forwards between us savouring every moment of this old guys cock. I couldn't help but look up at him and smile. The fact he was an old perv and I a young man made it feel really naughty.

Greg and I got either side of him mouthing his cock backwards and forwards. Our lips met and Greg kissed me. I wasn't sure if I would like kissing a guy but his lips were plump and soft like pillows. Each time we got to the end of the man's shaft we kissed. The man placed his hand on the back of our heads and pushed us further together. This time I felt Greg's rough stubble and it made me cum a little in my briefs. I liked it and we started kissing more passionately. The man continued to rub his cock over our faces as we kissed. Then he announced he was going to cum.

Greg grabbed me cheek to cheek our mouths open jostling for our reward. The man looked down at me and told me he loved that naughty twinkle in my eye. I was flattered that he liked me so much. He pointed his cock at me and I got the first blast of cum, it flew over my face and into my hair. Then he pointed it at Greg, I pushed Greg over and managed to catch the second lot of cum in my mouth. I was a greedy boy and wanted it all but Greg did get his fair share. The man emptied his balls over our faces buttoned himself up and left without saying a word.

I looked over at Greg he had cum in his hair and dripping down his chin. I cupped his head in my hand and licked his face. Then we shared a spunky kiss. We started undressing each other and ended up on the floor 69ing. The taste of cum had subsided and I wanted more. It didn't take us long to cum and we both orgasmed together. Greg flooded my mouth with cum as he had been doing for the past few weeks. Then we kissed, passing our cum backwards and forwards between our mouths our t-shirts soaked with cum and saliva.

I laid back with my head on the chair.

"I guess we are a couple of queers after all", I said blushing.

Greg smiled, "I knew you were all along".

The following week I went up to the toilets in the park everyday. Hoping to see that old guy again or someone like him. The best time was between 5pm and 6pm when guys were on their way home from work. Quite often a rep would pull up in the layby and go for a piss. I often sat in the end cubicle the one with the glory hole between the partitions, I doubt I would have done anything but I was attracted to the toilets like a magnet.

On the way home one night a car pulled up beside me, it was the old guy. He wound down the window and beckoned me over.

"Hello sexy boy have you got a minute"

I was annoyed by this, as I was in my street and there were people behind me who knew my family.

I blushed and said hello to Mr & Mrs Webb as they walked past.

I walked over to the car and reminded the man that I was over 18 and not a boy.  I told him in no uncertain terms not to come to my house or approach me in my street.

He laughed and said, "Okay young man, sorry".

"You don't want some cock then", he joked taking the newspaper off his lap revealing his erect cock.

I quickly looked around and then hopped into the passenger seat. The man put his arm around me and motioned for me to go down on him. Not here I told him. I directed him a few miles away to the road that led down to the ford. The road was closed as the river was in flood so I knew we would be undisturbed.

I went down on him and began sucking his cock, he tried to stick his hand down the back of my jeans but they were too tight so I undid the button and my zip. He slid his fingers into my briefs and down the crack of my ass and played with my virgin hole.

I couldn't help but groan as he fingered me. I'd discovered the joys of playing with my ass one night a year ago when I sat astride the bed finial wanking while it pressed against my rosebud.

As I sucked his cock he told me about a proposition he had for me.

He told me he wanted me to be his 'boy'. He loved that naughty glint in my eye and he felt sure I liked him too. I didn't answer but carried on working on his cock. He said he wanted to take my virginity and that he would be firm but gentle with me.  He was happy to pay me for my body but it would come at a price.

Then he said something that tipped me over the edge.

He said he would like to share me with some of his friends and watch me getting fucked by them.

The thought of this excited me so much without even touching myself I came in my briefs. I wasn't even that hard it just flooded out soaking my pants.

I stopped and started to feel a bit guilty, I realised that I was in over my depth and not sure what to do.

The man asked if I was okay. I said I was but would he take me home. He agreed without question. He put himself away and started the car. He dropped me off on the corner of my road. I walked back to my house not looking at him when he drove passed.

I wasn't sure what to do so I rang my girlfriend. We went out to the pictures and had a pizza. She was a good catholic girl so I knew sex was out of the question. To be honest I didn't mind as even when I kissed her I didn't get aroused. I suppose I just wanted to be straight for a few hours.

It was nearly two weeks before I bumped into the man again. We sat on a bench in the park chatting. He told me he understood what I was going through but his offer still stood if I was interested. He said the men would even pay me if that's what I wanted. I laughed and said I liked the idea of being a rent boy but I'd probably do it for nothing.

A meet was arranged at his house, just him and I. I could stop overnight if I wanted and he would make love to me. I agreed.

He asked what I would tell my parents, I pointed out again that I was an adult now and didn't have to tell them anything. He apologised and explained that surely I would have to say where I was if I wasn't coming home. I told him that I would probably tell them I was stopping at Greg's and he thought that was a good idea.

We shook hands as if we'd made a business deal. I asked what his name was and he suggested I just call him, Sir. I liked that as he reminded me of my old geography teacher.

To be continued.