Teacher and Me: Mr. Gull's Friends

15 May 1972 Monday morning, and the day started out really good. I'd woken with the alarm, expecting a hangover that never arrived. [I spent Sunday evening at a dining, drinking and sex function [emphasis on the latter two] with four men and after getting home at 11:30 spent another three hours drinking and having sex with my Uncle and his boss.[Uncle Mitch: The Top Boss].]

So, I woke with the alarm at 7:00, showered and, wearing only a bathrobe, went downstairs, entered the kitchen and said Hi to Uncle Mitch and Mr. Drake, who were dressed for work. No hangovers there either.

Mr. Drake grabbed my robe as I tried to go by, and it came open. He fondled and caressed my ass, "Can I give a ride to school?" I said No that I walked and thanked him. He patted my ass, "How would you like to work for me?" I wouldn't have. I got away, told him I already had two good paying jobs waiting for me when school was out, grabbed coffee and ran upstairs.

At school Mr. Gull, my substitute gym teacher, left a note with my homeroom teacher that he needed to see me after attendance was done. [And my homeroom teacher translated it as "Mr. Gull wants your butt downstairs now, Taylor. Good luck." He'd hated me ever since I'd argued, in response to one of his daily lectures about drugs that the only difference between marijuana and liquor was that liquor was legal.]

So, what had I done now?

I hurried to the gym and to Gull's office and knocked. And waited.

And waited.

He kept me waiting for three minutes while he sat there with the phone to his ear either whispering or not talking at all.

When he opened the door, he told me to plan to be here Tuesday after classes, 3:10. And to plan for a late night, "And I'll give you a ride home."

I told him I couldn't because I had a prior engagement that involved a post school job [a lie: I did have an engagement, but with Mr. Collier and Mr. Jordan ]. Gull suggested Wednesday but I worked for Mr. Collier Wednesday and quite likely Thursday this week. I said I could do it tonight and he said he'd let me know and to come by at 12:10 today.

I was back at 12:05 and had to wait while he finished meeting with a short, slim blonde senior. The boy was wearing a towel and holding his jockstrap and kept his head down as he went back to his locker.

Mr. Gull sat back and put his feet up and told me he wanted to talk over drinks, with some friends, tonight and told me to "Plan on being available a week from this Saturday." I balked "And if I'm not?" First the demanding note in my homeroom, then the control bit with the phone and finally this command which wouldn't bother me coming from Mr. C or Noguchi-san but not from Gull and not at this moment.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, "Alright, let's start from scratch. I'd appreciate it if you could be available tonight and a week from this coming Saturday night; that's May 27."

"My homeroom teacher implied I was in trouble, man. Why are you threat--"

"Goddamnit. No, no I specifically told him you weren't in trouble ;that I just needed to see you in a rush."

Gull was pushy both verbally and physically, in class and during sex [and more so when there was a third party involved], but hadn't been a dick in our two sessions, so I believed him. I smirked, "Oh. Yes, I can be available."

"We'll explain tonight. There's money --"

"I'm not a hustler. I don't do sex for --"

"No. No, that isn't it. It's more like a contest."

I said okay and he agreed to pick me up at six-thirty, and he gave me a ride home from school so he could easily find it tonight.

I called Mr. Collier at 4:30 and verified that he wanted me to work Wednesday and asked if he wanted me to come in Thursday.

We agreed on Wednesday from 5:00 pm to 8:00 pm, Thursday from 5:30 pm to 8:00 pm and he reminded me that Mr. Anderson had a shoot Friday and he needed me from 7:00 to 9:00 for that. He also told me that his son, Ed, wouldn't be camping with us this weekend. Instead he asked Geoff Dare to come with Leslie, an 18-year-old gay British boy who was on holiday and staying with Dare. That made sense since Uncle Mitch's boss was likely expecting sex and Ed didn't know his father was gay [or maybe bi] and that one of Ed's best buds was gay and was occasionally getting fucked by Ed's father. He also said he wanted to be on the road by 5:00 am Saturday.

Uncle Mitch got in around 5:30 pm. I was just finishing a shower when he came up looking for me. He tapped on the bathroom door, I said "Shower", and he leaned in, "KFC, buddy." He watched me for a moment while, naked, I dried my hair and thanked him and then he left.

I sprayed on deodorant and cologne [face, collars, underarms and pubic hair], then dressed in jockstrap, black briefs, denim hip huggers, black short sleeve pullover, black socks and my Keds.

I joined Uncle Mitch in the kitchen and, while we ate, told him about Mr. Collier's message on the camping trip. He was okay on all of it. I also told him that a couple of friends were picking me up at 6:30 pm for the drive-in and hanging out after. I'd be home by midnight.

I sat on the porch enjoying the cool evening while waiting for Mr. Gull. He arrived around ten minutes late and we drove to a Denny's near his home. We got a booth and beer and both of us sat on one side. We were waiting for two more.

Andrew Marks and Harley Troy arrived together, at 7:20. Mr. Marks was a light skinned African American, six feet two inches, 205 pounds, muscular but not ripped, early 50s with graying hair, a neat moustache, light body hair and 9.5 inches with large, shaved balls.

Mr. Troy was five feet ten inches tall, 211 pounds, well built [he could have been a professional bodybuilder], early forties with dark brown hair, light body hair, trimmed pubic hair, 8 inches and average balls.

I, of course, found out body hair and equipment size later.

Mr. Gull introduced everyone and told me "Mr. Troy and I started these Night Games eight months back. We have final say on everything. Mr. Marks interviews and oversees staff. You're in already. [Mr Marks couldn't stop a quick sneer at that statement. Or I thought he sneered. He smiled at me as soon as he saw me looking at him. Still, looking back I trust my initial thought that he sneered.] We get together once a month and play some poker, watch a few young men wrestle, drink a little and fuck a few tight asses."

We talked while we ate [I only had dessert and a second beer], left a few minutes before eight and arrived at Mr. Gull's a few minutes after. Mr. Gull and Mr. Troy parked in the garage and we went through the door and into the living room.

The chairs [one regular, one recliner], couch [seating five] and sofa [seating four] were all black leather. There was a super-8 projector set up three feet behind the sofa and a screen on a tripod in front of the television. There were 50 or so hardcore films, and, i think a couple hundred books of erotica, ancient Greece and Rome, people management in business and in social atmosphere and assorted fiction and erotic and pornographic statues and figurines.

Mr. Gull put his hands on my waist, smirking, "Twenty-eight-inch waist?" I confirmed that. He ran his hands up my sides, over my chest and down to my waist again then pulled my shirt off, "Marks".

Mr. Marks wrapped his arms around my chest and lifted me almost a foot off the floor. Mr. Gull removed my Keds, then opened my jeans and tugged and pulled them off.

The doorbell rang and Mr. Gull said, "Let him down, Marks. And you answer the door, Taylor. It's probably the rest of the group." He squeezed my.thigh and laughed "One’s your buddy Bob Haney".

He was right, it was Haney and two other men.

I didn't like Haney as a teacher. He was a bully who mocked anyone who didn't either play or religiously watch football, basketball or baseball and barely tolerated hockey fans and players. But sexually he appealed to me. He'd fucked me a week ago, with Mr. Gull, [Teacher and Me: Afterschool Doubleteam] and I'd be lying if I claimed I hadn't liked it.

One of the two men with him said "Damn, that is nice!". Haney smiled, "That's better than nice, believe me."

I said Hi to Mr. Haney and let them all in, closed the door and led them to the living room. One of them said "Nice ass", and Haney said, "Just like I said."

The two men with Haney were both physically fit and I wondered if the entire group comprised gym teachers or ex-teachers.

The two new men were Mick Ito and Lawrence Wolfe. Mr. Ito was San Francisco-born Japanese, 5 foot 6.inches tall, 160 toned, good-looking, mid-forties with short black hair, light body hair, and a seven-inch cock. Mr. Wolfe was in his late 30s, six foot three, 221, in great physical shape with particularly muscular thighs. collar length golden brown hair, average body hair and light chest hair, and a little under 7.5 inches.

Mr. Gull spoke softly to Mr. Wolfe, looking at me. The others were talking and removing their clothes. Mr. Wolfe, who was wearing khaki safari shirt and trousers, came over and touched my shoulder and smiled, "Lawrence Wolfe. Call me Larry. Very good to meet you."

I greeted him, smiling when he patted my ass. Mr. Gull came over and put his arm around my shoulders, "Be good and get drinks, Taylor Mr. Ito will get orders."

I went in and started by making my Black Russian [and making it a double]. Mr. Ito came in, wearing only his jockstrap, told me to call him Mickey and pulled down and removed my briefs. He gently patted my jock-enclosed cock and balls, then read the list of orders. I got them ready and set on a drinks-serving tray and we took them in and passed them out.

Mr. Marks called for a toast to Mr. Gull and to Mr. Troy, and a second toast to "...our latest acquisition, Our Pal Val, who will get a better ring name during our next Games!"

Mr. Gull, sitting in the recliner and wearing just his t-shirt called me over, "Come on over and suck me off, Taylor. Let's get this little gang bang started!" he sipped his scotch rocks, "And swallow. If you spit it out, you lick it up".

I drank about a quarter of my Black Russian and went over, knelt in front of him, spread his legs and started licking his inner thighs. He patted my head, "Nothing fancy, Taylor; just a good blowjob, you hear me?"

I moved forward a little, spread his legs more and licked and sucked his balls until his cock started to stiffen. I moved forward again and kissed, then sucked his cockshaft. I licked and kissed all around and up and down his shaft and it throbbed to its full 7-inches.

I took most of it into my mouth and kept it there for around a minute, just licking and sucking lightly. Mr. Gull ran a hand through my hair. I started bobbing my head up and down on his cock, riding it at a steady pace.

Mr. Haney joined us, naked, casually stroking his seven-plus inch cock. Mr. Gull held my head still, "Suck my buddy, too, Taylor. Keep us both up though, you hear?"[I hated and still hate that expression. It's just so fucking annoying.]

I popped his cock out of my mouth, got out a quick "uh-huh", and licked and kissed Mr Haney's cock. I swapped to Mr. Gull for a few minutes, then happily returned to Mr. Haney. His cock wasn't just better looking than Gull's [it was just a beautiful cock, cut perfectly, straight as a ruler and just a cock you'd want to suck the minute you saw it] it was also bigger than Gull's both in length and girth.

Mr. Haney held my head and pumped his cock in my mouth a dozen times, then withdrew and pushed me to Mr. Gull. Mr. Gull pushed his cock into my mouth and stroked my hair. I sucked him for a couple of minutes, and he gave me back to Haney, who fucked my mouth for a minute or two and gave me back to Gull. They shared me between them for ten minutes, then Gull grunted, gripped my head tighter, "...yeah, that's good...", fucking my mouth faster, "...good little slut...suck it..." and faster, and Gull leaning forward "...uh...goddamn fucking ah fuck YEAH!" And a thick load of cum erupted into my mouth! I swallowed it and another spurt [bigger this time?] followed, part of it going down my throat. A few more small and tiny spurts followed, then he withdrew, ruffled my hair and told me to take care of Mr. Haney.

Haney took me in front of the coffee table and got me down on elbows and knees. A few seconds later his lube-covered fingers were invading my asshole, probing and stretching and prepping me to take his cock.

His fingers withdrew, and he thrust his cock halfway into me, eased out a little and shoved the whole thing into me and started fucking me hard and steady.

He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down, not breaking stride. He growled softly "Oh yeah" and increased the speed of his thrusts. I heard ice clinking on glass followed by Haney 's sigh of pleasure as he drank. He rode my ass fur around ten minutes like that, king of the world drinking his Jack Daniels rocks while he held me down and fucked me.

And my cock was throbbing, and I was feeling so aroused at the feeling of being held down and fucked by this aggressive, masculine man. If one of the other men had joined in, I think I might have cum in my jock.

He took another drink [I admit I didn't see it but it sounded like him, right down to the loud 'aah' that accompanied it], set the glass down, gripped my shoulders and sped up, fucking me fast and hard.

I heard Larry ask, "How old is he?" and Mr. Gull answer "Eighteen." "Looks 16 to me. How experienced?" "I ran him through DMV--friends in the right places--he's 18. I haven't asked about experience. He's singled, doubled and done small gangbangs. He's on the wrestling team, but pretty low. That's the main concerns. And he's pretty and has a helluva nice ass. Only average dick size but the rest should make up for it."

Haney grunted "Fucking hot bitch...yeah...come on..." and still fucking me hard "come on you..." and fast "...slut you hot fucking..!" And he stopped suddenly and unloaded what seemed like two days’ worth of cum into my ass.

Mr. Haney slowly released my shoulders and straightened up, running his hands down my sides to my ass. He sat there, cock still inside me, for another minute before withdrawing it. He caressed my ass then, "You're a hot little bitch-boy, Taylor. Thanks". He stroked my ass one more time and took his glass and went into the bathroom.

Gull told Larry to "Go ahead" and he came over and pulled me up gently. I drank a couple of good swallows of my Black Russian and stretched, smiling.

Larry asked if I was okay and I reached into my jockstrap and fondled my cock and balls "Oh, I'm beyond okay." I ran a hand through my hair, "Do I look okay to you?" I leaned into him and he kissed me. I parted my lips a little, teasing access but still making him work for it. Mr. Ito, Mickey, came over from behind and asked, "Three, Larry?". Larry broke the kiss and nodded, then kissed me again, pushing his tongue into my mouth while I fought against it [very weakly, just enough to make it feel like a seduction ].

Mickey held my hands at my sides and licked down my spine to the small of my back, Larry slipped his hands behind my head and thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. Mickey knelt and slowly licked down my ass crack, spreading my ass cheeks. When he started rimming me, I nearly blew my load.

Larry broke the kiss again and ran his left hand down my chest, my belly, over my cock and balls, down my thigh then up my inner thigh to my crotch. He pressed his middle finger against my asshole and for a minute his fuck-finger and Mickey's tongue were probing me together.

Mickey straightened up and said, "Go ahead". They both turned me to face away from Larry and he pulled me to my knees and started lubing my hole.

Mickey removed his jockstrap and sat, legs spread, on the floor. With Larry and Mickey guiding me I took Mickey's hard seven-inch cock into my mouth even as Larry pushed his 7.5 inches into my asshole.

Larry fucked me slowly for a couple of minutes, then increased to a steady pace, his thrusts deep and quick but not hurried.

Mickey held my head, brushing his fingers through my hair while I sucked and licked his cock.

Larry grasped my hips and fucked me faster, whisper-breathing little sounds of lust and sexual excitement.

Mickey moaned and said "Slower. It's so good."

Larry fucked me faster, hands gripping my thighs. Mickey clutched my hair, held my head immobile, and fucked my mouth slowly, but he was too close. He sped up again immediately. Larry fucked me hard and fast, uttering half words and obscenities. Mickey pumped his hips faster, head back, looking at the ceiling, "so good...oh fucking hot...mmu-huh... ohgod oh yes fuck!!". He moaned and his cum erupted into my mouth and throat. Larry grasped my hips and thrust deep and shot a small cumload into me,withdrew and shot a bigger load and thrust deep again and stopped, laughing softly, "Oh my god that was nice..."

Larry and Mickey went into the bathroom and I sat up and finished my drink. I stood up and asked who needed refills. Everyone said yes so I got the tray and collected the glasses and went into the kitchen. I took my time, using the refills excuse to ger a quick, short break. I swapped my drink to a normal sized Black Russian in a bucket glass and got the rest of them prepped and delivered and sat on the floor and spread my legs.

Mr. Marks got up from the couch, carrying his glass, and joined me in front of the coffee table. He was wearing a black jockstrap. "Stand up, Val." He drank, "I said get up, baby."

I drank and stood up, and I smiled as the Black Russian kicked in. Nicely buzzed now. Mr Marks put his right hand behind my head, bent down and kissed me. I parted my lips just a little and he shoved his tongue into my mouth. He explored my mouth for almost two minutes, then broke the kiss and pulled me forward and told me to suck his tits.

I licked and sucked and lightly bit his nipples and squirmed as he pinched and twisted mine. He pushed me down a little, moving his hand to my shoulder.

I licked down his sternum, down to his jockstrap where I licked and sucked and fondled what I thought was his fully erect cock.

I didn't even try to hide my surprise when he pushed his jockstrap down and revealed a limp six-inch cock and a bonus of big shaved balls. I lifted his shaft out of the way and went immediately to his balls, licking them thoroughly before I sucked them. His cock, meantime, was getting stiffer and longer in my hand, aided by my light massaging and stroking.

I worked his balls a little longer, then got to licking and kissing his 9.5-inch cock. Mr Marks drank and touched my cheek, "Suck it, bitchboy."

I took the head into my mouth and licked and sucked it, working toward the thicker girth of his shaft. But Mr Marks pulled my head back by the hair, "I didn't say tease me. I said suck my fucking dick. Now try again. I got faith you can do it."

Some people have no patience for foreplay or lead up. I opened my mouth and took around half of his cock in and started licking and sucking it, riding the shaft forward and back, moving more fluidly as I got more used to it filling my mouth. He gagged me a couple of times and I couldn't be sure if it was on purpose or not. I slipped it out after a few minutes and worked his balls a little, then continued sucking him in earnest.

I sucked him for a couple minutes, getting, i thought, a great rhythm going. And he put his right hand on my head ['paw' would be more accurate; he had huge hands ] held me still and fucked my mouth, whispering "..good little bitchboy...oh, you like that I know you like that...suck it good honey-boy..."

I tasted a dribble of salty jizz and Mr. Marks withdrew his cock and released my head. "Get up, Val."

I stood and he turned me around , took a long drink and gave me my glass, "Drink up.". He moved forward, rubbing his stiff cock between my ass cheeks. I drank and he took the glass, "Refill on a Black Russian." Mickey took the glass.

Mr. Marks relubed my hole and stretched it more with his big thumbs. He eased his cock into me and held still for a few seconds, then fucked me in short strokes

Mickey brought my drink to Mr Marks and Mr. Marks stopped pumping and gave it to me, "Half of it. Drink."

I drank half of it in two tries [okay, officially drunk] and I pressed back, filling myself with more of Mr Marks' dick. He put the glass on the coffee table, put his arms under mine and held my shoulders and started fucking me again. He kept it slow and steady for a few minutes, filling me with his entire cock, drawing backward until I was certain he was going to pull out then filling me again.

Mr Troy, wearing only an open short sleeve shirt, and sporting a build almost as gorgeous as Mickey Hargitay's and an 8-inch erection, came over and picked up my drink. He tasted it, nodded, smiling, and held it to my mouth I swallowed half of the remainder of the drink and he put it back on the table.

Mr Marks withdrew, laid me face up on the floor, pushed my thighs up and wide and thrust his cock back into me. He took a long swallow from his drink and fucked me harder, pumping faster and faster with every thrust.

Mr Gull said something to Mr Troy about party favors. Mr Troy said he'd only provide smoke and Mr Gull said "Yeah, that's all we'd want. Unless you've got a source for discount booze." Mr. Troy chuckled and said he would try and added "I can get some nice poppers too. I'll bring some samples Wednesday".

Mr Marks closed his eyes and groaned, yanked my jockstrap down, withdrew and, grabbing his cock, shot his load on my cock and balls and belly. He got to his feet, said "Damn fine", to either me or Mr Gull and followed Gull into the bathroom.

Mr Troy grabbed my hand and pulled me up and told me to grab my drink. I pushed my jockstrap down completely, stepped out of it and took my drink, and he led me into the kitchen.

He asked me if I could handle another drink and I smiled and told him I was drunk, "...but first stage, when you realize you are not sober. And Mr Gull is giving me a ride home so yeah I can handle one more". He told me to see him next time we all got together, and he'd have a joint for me to get the party started. Then he put an arm around my shoulders, and we walked into the living room.

He took a swallow of his fresh drink and told me to taste mine. I drank about a third of it and put both on the coffee table. He put his arm around my waist and asked "Did you all have a good time tonight?" Everyone said Yes. Haney applauded and said, "Looking forward to Game night!". Mr Gull and Mr Troy both said, "me too!" Mr Troy turned me to face him and cupped my ass cheeks. I flexed them and squirmed. Mr Troy pushed my shoulders and I knelt and immediately took his cock into my mouth and started sucking it.

Mr Gull went around the room, asking each of the men if he was coming to the 27 May Game Night, starting at 5:00 pm. Everyone said yes. Mr Ito said he'd be bringing a friend and gave Gull an envelope.

Mr Troy withdrew his cock and took a drink, "All fours, Val."

I took a quick drink and got to hands and knees. Mr Troy lubed his cock and eased it into my ass, spread my ass cheeks and shoved his cock into me. He drank and started fucking me.

Gull asked if anyone had new possibilities. Haney said he had one, and maybe a second. Gull had one also. He told Mickey and Haney to bring the information Wednesday.

Mr Troy fucked me a bit faster, moving his hands up and down my back and ass.

Marks told Gull he wanted to have a word in private. They went into the kitchen.

Mr Troy fucked me faster, in shorter , harder thrusts. He reached under me and fondled my cock and balls.

Marks and Gull returned, Gull said, "We'll discuss it Wednesday" and went to talk to Mickey.

Mr Troy fucked me hard...he grasped my shoulders...faster..."ah huh good"...slowed then sped up and moaned and blew his load into me. He thrust in and withdrew a few more times then patted my hip, withdrew and went into the bathroom.

We sat talking for a short time, Gull fucked me and after I showered, he drove me home.

I got there a few minutes past midnight. Uncle Mitch was watching a war movie and waved me in to join him. I did and he asked how it went. I named a double -bill I'd seen and said we had a couple of beers after. He got up, his robe falling open to expose his hard cock and asked if I wanted coffee. I was too tired and said I was going bed.

Ten minutes after I hit the bed, I was asleep.

Til next time 😊