Teacher Game Night

Continued from Teacher Game Night

At 7:00 p.m.  Mr Troy rounded Chet and me up, left our trays with the bartender and escorted us to the poker table.  He stripped us, leaving only my BOTTOM and Chet's VERSATILE necklaces.  The nine players looked us over and felt us up completely and had an initial blind vote [black chip for Chet, red for me] to decide which of us to bid on.  I got 6 to Chet's 3.

The blind bid was next, with a reminder that the winning bid retained use of the Charm for the match and for up to 45 minutes after the match.  And Mr. Gull added a reminder that ownership of the Charm had nothing to do with winning or losing the game.  The player who won the Charm kept him.

The winning bid was $110 [which went to me] and I went to Howard Major, a gym teacher from Ohio.  He was 44 [but looked more like 50], 6'1"  between 230 to 250 with a beer belly, light brown graying hair in a military brush cut,  light body hair, no chest hair, trimmed pubic hair and an  8.5" cock.

The  players were all in briefs or jockstraps, a few were wearing t-shirts and / or open shirts.  Mr Major was in jockstrap and open army shirt.

He kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth, then told me to "...give the rest of the men a welcome kiss, babe." The kisses ranged from the nearly peck on the cheek from Arturo Fox to the aggressive  hand squeezing ass and tongue-probing-mouth of Misters Gull, Johansen and Pope.

I returned to Mr. Major and the group sat and started playing. 

When the 9th hand ended at around 7:45 Mr. Major took my jockstrap and sent me to get drink refills, including two for myself ["to catch up"], a popper and a lube tube.

While I was waiting for everything Herr  Muller came up beside me and touched my lower back.  "it looks like they are keeping you busy, Mr Taylor. Not that I mind the view."  I thanked him and told him I had another poker game at 1:30  and that I bad wrestling matches at 9:45 and at 12:15.

He squeezed my ass cheeks, then patted them, fondled my cock and balls and said he might see me at 9:45.

I got everything and, back at the table, I handed the drinks out and got a forceful kiss from each man.  Mr Haney's was particularly rough and included a pat on my ass. 

Mr. Major opened the poppers and told me to take a good  whiff in each nostril then cap it.  While I  did that,  he removed his jockstrap and lubed his cock and my hole

He patted my ass, "now swallow about half that Russian then straddle my left leg, back to me." I drank and swayed my hips and slid into a fuck-me-for-hours frame of mind. 

He maneuvered me back and penetrated me,  slowly filling my ass with 8.5 inches of hard cock.  He played the next 4 hands like that, occasionally pumping 2 or 3 times and raising my glass to my lips when he [frequently] wanted me to take a drink.

 they finished the last two hands and ended the game at 8:20.

Mr. Major told me to put my jock and shoes on  and took Mr. Haney aside and talked for a couple minutes , looking at me.  They came over and Mr Major put his arm around my shoulders.  "You and Mr. Haney wait in the theater area.  Anyone you want me to look for, Bob? "  Mr Haney thought for a  moment , "I thought I saw Ford Grant earlier. Did you?"

"I'm pretty sure I did."  Mr Major went off to find Misters Grant and  Troy.

And Mr Haney took off his jockstrap and sat, legs spread wide, "how about you go back get our drinks and popper, then get your ass back here suck my dick, Taylor; move that ass now."

I hurried  and got the drinks just as Chet was picking them up.  He also gave me our popper and lube tube with a warning that people would take abandoned poppers.  I thanked him and hurried back to Mr Haney.

Mr. Haney sipped his drink and leaned back, watching me lick and kiss and suck his cock, working it to its full 8"-plus state.

I sucked it for a few minutes, sliding my tongue back and forth under it.  I slipped it out and licked and worked his  balls a little.  Haney  held my hair and told me "Enough, back to my dick."

I took almost 4 inches into my mouth and began to suck and lick it, bobbing up and down  at a steady pace.

Mr Johansen came over from the poker table , dropped his jockstrap and sat beside Mr Haney.  He was a dark African  American early 40s, 5'11", 185 , with a short afro, average body hair and a 10" cock which was over 6" limp.

Mr Johansen leaned forward and patted my ass lightly.  "Nice little piece, Robert.  Did you bring him?"

Mr Haney patted my cheek and told me to slow down a little.  I did and he said "Gull brought him, I don't know who discovered him.  What gets my goat is I spent 2 years thinking I should give him a try...but procrastinated my way out of unlocking that hot back door. Collier, the guy that discovered him, his name is Jeff Collier, has a photo studio on Lakeside." 

A tall blonde man , late 20s, slim and in good shape with a 5" cock came down the stairs and sat beside Mr. Johansen and whispered to him.  They looked at each other for a few seconds, then Johansen raised two fingers, "Two"?

The blonde smiled, "and one says he's a virgin" .

Mr Johansen excused himself and promised we would get better acquainted soon, "but I can't pass this up".

He put his jockstrap on, and they went upstairs.

I was contentedly blowing Mr. Haney, enjoying the act itself and really enjoying Haney controlling it, and me, with his hand gripping my hair when Mr Major returned with Mr Grant. 

Mr Major stopped me moving, "say hello to Mr Grant."

Mr Haney withdrew.  I leaned back [not far, though, as Mr. Haney held my wrists], and said hello.

Mr Grant nodded, "Hi.  Yeah, we talked a little."  He turned to Mr Major "I could use a drink.  Anybody else?"  Mr Major said yes, and I said, "Black Russian please."

Misters Major and Grant left , and Mr  Hayes stroked his cock and patted my cheek.  I took it into my mouth and  Mr Haney gripped my hair and fucked my mouth.

By the time the guys returned I was kneeling, and Mr. Haney was standing over me, pumping my mouth.  I had drool running down my lips and chin.  He grunted and , keeping his hold on my hair, shot a  big load of cum into my mouth and throat. 

He told me to "swallow it" and after I did, he had me open my mouth wide, then  jerked off into it.  I licked and sucked his cock clean and he poured most of my remaining drink down my throat.  He brushed my hair with his hand and told  me to find him at one a.m.  if I needed a ride home., then left. 

I took a sip from my fresh drink and thanked misters Grant and Major.

Mr. Major pulled his jockstrap  past his ass, exposing his hard 8.5" cock.  Mr Grant  swallowed half his drink and brushed my hair, "now peel my jock down ."

I licked and sucked his jockstrap pouch  for a minute, then slowly pulled it down, licking his crotch and legs and, once  I'd dropped his jockstrap, his balls.  I clutched his cock, stroking it to its full thick 7.5 inches.

Mr Grant pinched my ear and smiled.  "Yeah, that's a good boy.  Now suck it.  Get it sloppy wet and I'll shove it up your pretty lily-white ass."

I sucked him for about ten minutes and tasted a little precum.  I withdrew his cock from my mouth and started to lick it , but he grabbed it and told me to turn around.  I turned around and saw Mr. Major retrieve the lube tube.  A moment later I heard the sound of someone lubricating cock.

Mr Grant eased his cock partway into my fuckhole, paused, then began fucking me, steadily for a few minutes, then more quickly.

Mr Major removed his jockstrap and approached me from the front, stroking his cock.

Mr Grant slowed a little.  "Mm-hmm; this isn't gonna last.  No, it ain't."

Mr Major held his cock close to my mouth.  I licked it as he continued stroking it.  He told me to open my mouth and put his free hand on my head.

Mr Grant stopped and squeezed my ass cheeks together.

Mr Major ran his cock around my lips , teased me for a moment, then put it into my mouth and I sucked it, taking my sweet time  to enjoy it, without going too slow.

Mr Grant started fucking me again , slowly, then a little faster. "Yeah , that's better. That's real sweet.".  I made an affirmative noise in reply.

Mr. Major pumped his cock in and out  of my mouth, faster now.  He took a long sip of his drink and put it down.

Mr Grant fucked me faster.

Mr Major held my drink out and I  managed to get "mm hm" out.  He withdrew from my mouth and let me swallow  half of the two thirds remaining in the Black Russian.

Mr Grant held  my hips and fucked me hard, sometimes yanking me back as he thrust into me.

Mr Major tapped my lips with his cock, "just lick it for now."

Mr Grant shot a big load and kept fucking me at the same pace.

Mr Major said, "that's enough.".  He took the lube tube and lubricated his cock.

Mr Grant thrust in and withdrew three times, patted my ass and withdrew.  "Nice.  We're done for tonight but we ain't finished.  "  He went off to clean up.

And  Mr. Major thrust his cock  up my ass and started fucking me in quick, hard strokes. 

Mr Grant returned ten minutes later with three fresh drinks. 

Mr  Major pushed my shoulders down to the floor, held them and fucked me for a couple more minutes, then thrust into me and filled me with another big load of cum.  He laughed softly.  "Oh, that was good.  If I'd had you in high school, I would have taken you riding a couple times a week.".  He stood up, took his drink from Mr Grant, said "next time, baby" and left.

I finished my drink and accepted the  replacement from Mr. Grant.  We had a silent toast and he asked if I had a card.  I said no, but he could talk to Misters Gull or Wolfe to arrange a party, three people or more.  He asked what a one-on-one cost and I said I didn't do them, thanked him and excused myself to clean up and change.  It was barely 9:00 pm and I could work the floor for twenty minutes before my last wrestling match at 9:45.

I went upstairs and took a three-minute shower, used deodorant, etc.  and put on a red jock and my deck shoes and went downstairs.

Over the next half hour, I delivered six drinks [for a two party and a four-party group ] and a  blowjob.  Then back upstairs at 9:35, where Mr. Troy and Davis Ellison were trying singlets for Davis.  Mr Troy settled on a forest green with a black swath, and for me black with red stripes.

There was no reason to ask Davis whether he wanted to win or lose the match.  Davis wanted to win, period.  He was a good looking 18.year old blonde, 5"10' 185 with lightly muscular upper body and less pumped lower body, an 8" cock, shaved pubic hair and he was eighth on our senior high school wrestler list, three below me.

Downstairs we met our managers.  For Davis the manager was Herr Muller [my German teacher from last year, 49 years old 6 foot, 190 pounds, grey hair, average body hair, shaved chest hair, trimmed pubic hair, a thick 10" cock and large, shaved balls].

I was surprised to find that my manager was Mr. Haney,  [Haney was just under six foot and muscular with a pot belly and love handles, black hair that looked dyed, a rough face and an 8-inch-plus-cock.

Davis  made clear from the start that there was  no question of who would win this.  He intended to show me he was better than me.

We spent the first five minutes plus/minus legitimately wrestling .  Then a few men started heckling us to stop smooching.

We got to our feet and Davis threw me into the ropes, blocked me on the return and threw me into his corner. Herr Muller grabbed me from the apron.  Davis stalked in, grabbed my shoulders and whispered, "low blow, sell it.". 

He swung his knee up and I sold it hard.  And I let them control it from there.

They pulled me into the ring and tore the top of my singlet off in five pieces.  Then they double teamed me for a few minutes [and bear in mind we were pulling pinches] and pinned me to the mat.  Davis held me down and Herr Muller ripped the rest of my singlet apart.

Mr Haney came in and got Herr Muller out of the ring.  Davis and I tussled, and I tore most of the right front of his singlet off and slid out of the ring.

I walked and leaned on a guard rail , facing the guests.  Eight of them pulled me half over the rail and started spanking me.

Davis yelled at me to get back into the ring, stripping and tearing his singlet off.

Mr Haney came over and helped me into the ring.  I got to my feet and ran into the ropes. 

And Herr Muller grabbed my ankles, taking me face down, then slid in.  He and Davis dragged me to center ring.  Davis held my legs straight up and spread wide.  Herr Muller pinned  my arms with his legs, produced a lube tube and lubricated my fuckhole, then gave the lube to Davis.  The guests cheered and applauded and urged Davis to fuck me.  He removed his jockstrap and threw it to the guests.

And the applause increased when he circled the ring , lubing and massaging his cock to its full 8".

He swaggered over and joined us.  He and Herr Mueller turned me over , belly down, and Davis slid his cock into me.  I moaned loudly, looking at the guests, making eye contact with anyone who looked interested.  Davis thrust into me and caught me in a rear naked choke.

I held out for a couple minutes, but he got more serious, so I tapped out.

Davis released me  and withdrew, as soon as the win was  called, left the ring and walked around the guardrails talking and flirting with the guests, then went to get dressed.

Back in the ring I got to my corner, and Mr. Haney stood in the corner beside me.  In center ring Herr Muller palmed another lube tube from his sweats pocket.

Herr Muller removed his sweatpants, turned to face me, removed his jockstrap and snapped his fingers and pointed to the mat in front of him.

Mr Haney put his arm around my shoulders and walked me to Herr Muller. I played skittish and Mr. Haney slapped my ass every time I stalled.

When we were  close enough, Herr Muller grabbed my shoulders, pulled me to him and kissed me.  I didn't open my lips, so he pinched my nostrils  closed.

I almost made it to 30 seconds before I opened my mouth.  Herr Mueller pressed his mouth over mine and thrust his thick tongue into me.  When I  started to suck it, he broke the kiss and licked my collar, sucked my earlobe and aggressively licked my ear.

Mr Haney patted my ass and told me to be sure to let him know by one a.m.  if I wanted a ride home.  He'd be leaving a little past one if he didn't hear from me.  I told him I would, and he left the ring.

Herr Muller put my left hand around his half hard cock and guided and told  me to stroke it until it was fully erect.

It didn't take long between his kissing and tongue-fucking my mouth, and me fondling and caressing his cock.  He squeezed lube into my left hand and said "Slow."

He put his left arm around my right shoulder and pulled me close.  I felt the lube tube prodding at my asshole; felt the lubricant filling me and my cock throbbed.  Herr Mueller probed my hole a little then told me to lie down, ass up and legs spread wide.

He gave his cock, now full 10 inches and a bit thicker than average, a long stroke.  And at the sound of his hand stroking his lubed cock a little trickle of cum leaked from my own dick.  He looked around at the guests, "Do you want me to fuck him?  I hope you do!".  He patted my ass.

There were a lot of calls of *fuck him* and "fuck that sweet ass", a few "fuck that slut" and a couple "fuck that little whore".  Or words to that effect in all cases.

Herr Muller  laid between  my legs and pushed his cock into my fuckhole.  I looked at the guests, making eye contact with those I knew and a few I didn't.

He pushed it further and I  looked at a stranger and moaned and puckered up, flirting with him blatantly.  I parted my lips and cooed and said "mm...thank you , teacher."

Herr Muller pushed more of his cock into me , muttering ln German, words he didn't ever teach us.  I lowered my head and cried out "uh huh...uh huh" and I  looked up at the guest, who had moved closer and was fondling his cock through his jockstrap.  I licked my lips and moaned loudly as Herr Muller thrust the rest of his cock home and started fucking me, a few slow strokes then a slightly faster, steadier pace.

The guest had lowered his jockstrap past his ass and was jerking his 7" cock   quickly.  I kept watching him, but also glanced at other men.

Herr Muller fucked me for a few minutes, then stopped and got me to hands and knees, pressed my legs loosely together,  straddled me and thrust his cock back up my ass and fucked me faster. The guest I'd been flirting with grunted and shot a load into his free hand and left.

Herr Muller pushed my shoulders to the mat, held me down with his left hand, wrapped his right arm around my waist and fucked me faster.

Mr Haney was standing at the railing, talking to a Japanese man, both wearing jockstraps.  The Japanese looked familiar, but I couldn't place a name [partly because of the power fucking Herr Muller was giving me and that was sublimely holding my concentration.]

The Japanese man watched me, occasionally whispering to Mr. Haney and getting a short answer.

Herr Mueller withdrew and patted my ass, "stand in the corner ".  He stood and helped me up and guided me to a corner, facing the guests.  He stroked his cock a couple times, then slid it back into me and was soon fucking me in quick, short thrusts.

I looked down and saw the Japanese man turn, smiling, to Mr. Haney, say something and nod at the response.

Herr Muller had my jockstrap in his left hand, pulled down to expose my throbbing dick.  His right arm was around my waist and he was fucking me hard as he whispered German profanities into my ear, pausing to suck my earlobe occasionally.

A little more than five minutes later he grunted and shot a huge load of cum into me, followed by four or five decreasingly small bursts.

A moment more and he withdrew and caressed my ass, pressing the cheeks together. "Sehr gùt, Taylor." He pressed against me and nipped my ear and whispered,   "I will see you soon."

He left the ring, and I took a  minute to come down, straightening my jockstrap, too.

When I got out of the ring, I went to the guard rails, returned a few greetings and stopped, smiling, when Mr Haney touched my arm.  He nodded at the Japanese man, "this is professor Hokuto Hasumi.  You remember him?"

The name was familiar but no, I couldn't place him.

Mr Haney smiled.  "Mathematics, tenth grade?"

And it clicked.  He had gained a pot belly, lost his beard and grown a pencil line Fu Manchu moustache and  collar length hair.

He was wearing nothing but black  briefs, which held a large , promising bulge.

He was 42 [we had celebrated  his 40th birthday in 10th grade math class], 5'6" with an average build with love handles and very light body hair.

We exchanged greetings and shook hands and he pulled me forward and felt my ass.  "Even better than it looks.  Do you think you could handle this?" He pulled his briefs down.  His limp cock was 4 to 5 inches long and about 5 inches around.  "Ten inches, and the girth I don't know."

I told him it would  be a tight fit but that I hoped to find out.

Mr Haney said "we'll see you at around two" and we went our ways. 

At 11:00, Mr. Gull told me and Chet to take a half hour meal break and, at 11:30, to watch the floors [Chet in the basement and me on the 1st] while Davis and Tee Jay took their break.  We were to flirt, engage guests in conversation and serve drinks.

It was during that 11:30  to 12:00 coverage time that I realized there were more than 20 guests here.  Like 15 or so more.

I was concerned that they had crashed the party, so I kept looking for Misters Gull, Troy, Wolfe or Ito.  One of the middle aged [41, he said ] guys came over and asked me to get him a Seabreeze, so off I went. 

His name was Carl Gray, and he was 5'8", average fit build, a thin moustache, blonde with heavy grey, soft good  looks.  He was naked and working his 7" cock to erection.

I brought his drink and he suggested we go to the movie room.  I told him I was on floor duty until midnight, but he was welcomed to follow.

He did for a few minutes,  then excused himself and called to  Mr Troy  as he came downstairs.  Gray spoke, pointing to me a couple times, and smiled at Mr Troy before walking toward the basement.

At midnight, when Davis and Tee Jay returned from meal break, I went upstairs to refresh myself.  I'd hoped to find Mr Gull upstairs but didn't.  He found me starting down into the basement and half dragged half coaxed me back into the kitchen.

He told me that the last poker game had been cancelled because only two of the guests had signed up for it.  My relief must have shown because he asked if any of the guests had expressed boredom or said anything detrimental.

I told him no one had complained but there really wasn't much a bauble could do except try to look sexy.  I told him I'd overheard someone suggest one of the boys be auctioned, by secret ballot, to the players before the game.  The player would  have to play the boy as his opening, non-check bet.

"Sounds promising.  Who suggested it?" I said I didn't know, and that I was being mouthfucked at the time.  [in fact,  I lied.  The suggestion was mine.]

Mr Gull nodded  and opened his waist pouch.  "Face the table.". 

I turned around and cried out, more in surprise than anything else, when he slapped my ass.

He chuckled.  "Something about that ass just begs to be slapped...and fucked."  I heard him lubricating his 8" cock and he immediately filled my ass with dick and started fucking me slow for a minute then immediately switched to fast.

He shot his load in less than ten minutes, withdrew and held me down with a hand on my back.

Another man patted my ass and thrust his cock in and fucked me.  Mr Gull told him to go faster and he sped up.

I looked back and saw seven men, including the one fucking me, who I didn't recognize.

Mr Gull rushed each of them through, stationing the first at the door to turn away anyone else.

When the last one withdrew my hole was, literally, dripping cum. 

Mr Gull gave me a couple paper towels  to "clean up, then go up and wash and work the basement.  Have a couple drinks.  You need a ride home tonight?"

I told him Mr Haney and Mr Hasumi had offered me a ride .

He nodded , "I'll bring your pay Monday.  The hourly will be a check with taxes taken out.  The rest is gravy and will be cash.  You'll be happy.  You got some nice tips.  Don't report em."

The remainder of time until 2:00 a.m.  I spent in the basement delivering drinks [and drinking two Black Russians], sucking cock for a group of three friends, one Japanese, two white, and sitting in the film area with Mr. Troy and a short black man, jerking both off.

Two o'clock came around.  Mr Gull had the four of us boys lined up, naked, at the door, bidding goodnight to all the guests except Mr Haney and Mr Hasumi.

I showered and dressed , collected my  jockstraps and went downstairs.

Mr Haney drove Mr. Hasumi's car, and we arrived at my home around 3:00 a.m.  Both of them promised to see me again and waited until I was indoors to leave.

I locked up and checked the living room and kitchen, assuring Uncle Mitch wasn't waiting up for me.

And finally, I got upstairs, stripped and fall onto my bed and crashed into sleep.

Til next time

Val  😁