Date: Sat, 07 Jun 2003 01:10:40 +0100
From: J Smith <jsmith381@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mr Jones Intervenes

This story is written solely as a sexual fantasy for guys like me who like
to get off to erotic fiction.  Please feel free to get your dick out and
shoot a load.  And if you did, drop me a mail and let me know if it was a
good one.  If you're underage (16 in the EU) you should probably stop
reading here, but I remember when I was fourteen I was more horny than I
have ever been in my life, so I doubt if anything hypocritical I could say
on this point is likely to stop you.  This is a one-off thing and won't be
extended into anything that isn't designed for effective masturbation.

jsmith381@hotmail.com

*********************************

MR JONES INTERVENES

I never actually fancied James, but I suppose I didn't see everything then
as clearly as I do now.

We were at school together, and had been for years.  In the same class age
at eight, and living quite near each other, we were good friends by eleven
and top mates by thirteen.  We walked to school together in all weathers and
slobbed around in each other's bedrooms when school finished.  A couple of
times we spent summer holidays abroad together with our families, and slept
over as a matter of course.  Our parents saw nothing wrong or unhealthy in
this, as both James and I had elder brothers who had behaved in the same
way.

Well, probably not in exactly the same way.  I knew in my guts that James
was gay possibly even before I knew I was.  He was cool and sporty and
masculine, but there was just something in the way his eyes dwelt on me that
gave me a little buzz.  There was a comforting and familiar warmth to his
body if ever I happened to brush against it, and if for any innocent reason
we slept in the same bed or in a tent, there was an easiness to our intimacy
that I had never had with any of my brothers.  When we were fourteen or so
it was obvious to me that we were headed for a significant conversation in
the near future.  Neither of us had ever had a girlfriend, nor looked like
getting one.  We laughed at each other as our voices cracked and broke,
borrowed each other's clothes, celebrated each other's triumphs and spent
more and more time together like we were already a couple.  I suspected
there may already be rumours about us at school, rumours which would
ironically be incorrect, as there had never once been the slightest sexual
contact between us, nor had we, like many straight friends seemed happy to
own up to, ever wanked together or fooled around, either innocently or
otherwise.

When it came it was unremarkable:

Fifteen years old, just after Christmas.  We were over in James's room
checking out some of his presents.  He'd been given some cool jeans and some
sexy boxers, and he casually dropped his jeans to show me the boxers.  As
the fly parted and the jeans were lowered, it was pretty unmissable that his
soft dick was actually hanging out of the fly in the boxers.  I had seen his
dick before, so it was not really an issue.  But James did not appear to
realise he was flashing me.

"So Nick, what do you think?"

I looked at him.

"What about?  Your boxers, or your knob?"

He looked down, laughed a little and tucked his cock away.

"Pretty smart", I told him, grinning.

We paused, James still with his jeans at his knees.  It was an odd moment,
one which we both sensed.  The ambiguity of whether I had been praising his
boxers or his cock was still in the air.

"Nick, are you gay?" he asked, as casually as if he were asking me if I
wanted a coke.

"Yes," I replied, without showing emotion.

"So am I," said James quietly.

"I know."

And that was that.  We didn't fall into each other's arms, we didn't tear
each other's clothes off and shag.  We didn't even hug.  I didn't fancy
James, and he didn't fancy me, and even though we were both ragingly
hormonal in our private nightly wankfests, we didn't feature in each other's
fantasies.  We were friends, and we hadn't consciously chosen friendship
over lust: the friendship was more important.

Thereafter our friendship was expanded to include one more thing we talked
about: guys.  Who we fancied at school, on the TV, who might have a big
cock, what clothes made us look hot and desirable, what we would do if we
were suddenly thrust into a bed in a locked room with David Beckham or
whoever.  But we still talked about sport, and school, and that moron Tony
Blair, and watched films, and slagged off Chelsea for losing to Arsenal,
went swimming, tried to learn to wet-shave our jaws without a bloody
massacre, got drunk, smoked on the way home from school, borrowed each
other's clothes, slept over, knew what the other thought on most things.

The Easter holiday of that year James came to my house to stay for a few
days while his parents went to visit one of his brothers at university.  One
of my brothers had recently vacated a large room and I had just moved into
it.  Mum had given me a double bed, but had also put in a single for when
James stayed so he didn't have to sleep on the floor.  James settled in
instantly.  We chatted, undressed, showered, then sat around till it seemed
the right time to sleep.  I was sprawled on my bed watching TV in a pair of
pyjama bottoms that I had recently found made me feel fucking sexy and
soaked up spunk like a dream.  James was lolling in an armchair in the same
dark blue boxers he'd shown me at Christmas, offering comments on the
sexiness of various guys on the screen.

"Got any porn?" he asked casually.

"Yeah," I said, reaching into the bedside cupboard and chucking a DVD at
him.  I'd bought it off the internet a month or so before, and had watched
it practically every night.

"Put it on, mate," I said.

"Awesome," he said, as within a minute the screen was filled with three
young studs about to get into a hotter than hot fuckfest.  James stood up
and stepped out of his boxers without a second thought.  He sat back and
sighed happily as his hand stretched his expanding cock.  He didn't even
ask.  Because he didn't need to.

"This is hot, Nick," he commented.  "Better than anything I've got."

"Yeah, it fucking does it for me," I answered.  I slithered out of the
pyjamas and sat back against the head of the bed with legs spread wide and
my hand tugging my balls.  For a while James was forgotten, as there was
only the action on the screen and the expertise of my hand.  I didn't last
long, and before the end of the first scene I grunted loudly and quickened
my pace as I spewed a reasonable load up my chest and stomach.

After I'd wiped up with the pyjamas my attention switched to James.  He
didn't appear to have noticed that I'd already climaxed, and his eyes were
glued to a particularly viciously hard fuck.  He was moaning softly and I
looked at him sitting there, as slim and as tall as me, his chest hard and
defined with a tiny bit of blondish hair round his nipples, his face
slightly flushed as his fist worked his dick.  His cock looked about the
same length as mine, seven inches or so, like me he was also uncircumcised,
but then I had known that anyway.  I watched, intrigued, as his skin slipped
over his helmet with each stroke.  I usually wanked with my skin full back,
and it was interesting to see the difference.  Looking more closely I judged
that he was probably slightly thicker than me, and certainly his bell end
was bigger.  As I was weighing up the differences he gasped and his back
arched out of the chair, and I watched his fist go into hyperdrive as his
knob gobbed out its stuff.  The first bit hit his chin and I was intrigued
to see that he tried to lick it off right then.  The rest gushed out over
his fist and dick.  His body was quivering as he sank back into the chair.

"Fuckin' yeah!" he sighed.  "Cheers, Nick," he said, turning to look at me
for the first time since he'd put the DVD in.

"No worries.  Here."  I chucked him my pyjama bottoms and he mopped up his
spunk then tossed them in the corner.  I felt slightly disappointed.  I
would probably have worn them to sleep in, even with his spunk on them, as
my morning boner seemed to be harder when I woke up in my spunky PJ bottoms.

"Fancy a smoke?" I asked.

"Pretty good hospitality in this new room," he laughed.  "Porn and smokes
laid on for the guests.  I'll have to recommend this."

"You arse," I smiled, opening the window next to my bed and fishing out
cigarettes, lighter and ashtray.  I set the ashtray next to me on the bed
and sparked up.  He sat down cross-legged on my bed facing me and helped
himself to a smoke.  We had never really spent any time together naked, but
it was nice and easy with no stress, and seemed natural.  His soft dick
flopped over his bollocks and was an inch or so from touching the
bedclothes.  I was lying back with my cock falling over one thigh.  As we
chatted about fuck all I saw a pearl of cum leak from his bell end and
slowly expand till it loosed itself from his skin flap and then elongate as
it suspended miraculously without falling.  As it caught the light it
finally detached itself.  James didn't seem to have noticed.

"Jamie, you dirty fucker, you just dripped jizz on my duvet," I grinned,
affecting mock disgust.

"Sorry mate," he said absent-mindedly, he was still chatting about something
or other, and his thumb and forefinger mopped up the renegade drip of spunk
and then he licked them clean.

"You always do that?" I asked.

"What?  Drip?"

"No.  Eat it."

"Sometimes.  Dunno.  You?"

"Only once or twice, outta curiosity like."

"Yeah?  It's good.  Do it more often.  Tastes great.  Well, mine does.
Yours probably tastes of cheese or tuna."

I laughed.  That was practically all I ever ate.

"Nick, what do you think about?" he asked, looking at me with a half
embarrassed grin.

"When I'm jerking?"

"Yeah."

"Christ man, everything.  Some stud sucking my cock, all sorts.  Getting
fucked mainly, to be honest."

"Yeah?  Me too.  Sometimes I frig my ass when I'm having a hot wank."

"Yeah, I do that sometimes too."

"You thought about getting a dildo?"

For some reason his question came as a surprise.  "Nah," I answered, but
this wasn't true.  I had thought about it more and more recently.  I was
aching for something up my ass.

"I've thought about it," he said openly.  "Fucking nother thing actually
going in a shop and buying the fucker though."

We laughed long and hard, and as so many other times, I was so bloody glad
that James was my friend.  My very best friend, in many ways my only friend.
  He yawned and stubbed out his smoke, then got off my bed and stretched.

"Goodnight, arse," he grinned, and fell into the other bed.  He was asleep
within minutes, even before I killed all the lights.

*********************************

After that we wanked together a few more times.  It wasn't something we
always did, but if we stayed over and it was that time of night then often
the porn would go on and we'd jerk in front of the other one.  We never
touched each other, and I genuinely think neither of us wanted to.  After we
spunked we'd talk about what we'd thought and fantasised about, how we used
our hands and stuff, and other useful tips.  It was exactly the way we would
talk about football or Eng Lit, and I loved James for his honesty and lack
of bullshit.  We both benefited from those times, so easy with each other,
so privileged to share the experience, but there was never the awkward
atmosphere of sexual expectation, that one of us wanted it more than the
other, or that one of us was ogling the other.  Sure we both watched each
other.  But it was genuinely out of interest than desire.  James was my
friend; if he had a powerful and enjoyable orgasm, I felt happy for him.
Simple as that.

Not long after, we found another way to get kicks.  On the other side of
town was a large park and completely innocent circumstances caused us to
make a startling discovery.  Ambling through there on a short cut one
afternoon James needed a pee and suddenly said, "Nick, hold up, must have a
leak."  He disappeared into the bushes and called me after about twenty
seconds.  I went in there and saw him, cock out, slashing piss all over the
leaves, and said, "Nick, look down there."

I looked.  Under a nearby bush, and in fact all around us on the ground were
dozens of used condoms and empty sachets of lube.  There were also empty
poppers bottles (although we didn't then know what poppers were) and two
ripped pairs of underwear.

"What do you reckon this place is?" he asked, shaking drips of piss off his
knob.

"Christ knows.  Wouldn't mind finding out though."

"Me neither."

We went back there a couple more times to see if anything went on but it was
always deserted and then after a while we sort of forgot about it.  It was
slightly later in the year when we found ourselves well after midnight on a
Saturday night on the way home from a party and without enough cash for a
taxi.  The only way was to walk right through town, and James naturally
steered us through the park as an obvious route home.

Bloody hell.

The bushes were alive with guys and we could hardly believe it.  That first
time we just watched a few guys sucking and stuff, then went back to my
place for a wank and a smoke.  After that we naturally found ourselves
making plans that put us in that part of town on a Saturday night, and we
gradually got more confident.  The third time we went I watched James get
his first blowjob.  Some fit guy just dropped to his knees and yanked
James's stiff dick out.  He washed his tongue around my friend's sexy bell
end then swallowed it to the root.  Another guy tongued my ear and wanked me
off as I watched James's knees buckle as he unloaded in ecstasy down the
guy's throat.  The guy turned to me and offered to take my load too but it
was too late and it spewed out of my cock all over the dead leaves.  We
buckled up and left quickly, James still high from the experience.  He raved
about the joys of a blowjob all the way back to his house, and I felt a bit
envious.  When we got back we had an astonishingly intense wank, the
flickering hardcore nearly irrelevant, sitting on his bed, nearly spraying
over each other.

The fourth time we went to the park it was obviously James's mission for me
to get sucked.  There weren't so many guys around and there was a lot more
cagey walking round and sizing each other up.  James and I never separated,
a tactic we had agreed on for safety, but it went against us as many guys
obviously thought we had already paired off.  After about twenty minutes
James just went up to a reasonably attractive guy about thirty who was
loitering under a tree groping his crotch.  "Suck my mate while I watch?" he
asked quietly and simply.  The guy nodded.  He dropped to his knees,
fiddling with my flies.  I was already bone hard.  As his lips encircled my
knob end I nearly fainted.  James's eyes never left me, grinning like a
demon.

"Good, yeah?" he grinned.

"Fuck, yeah!" I groaned.

The guy sucking me did not seem to have the excellent technique of the guy
who had sucked James, and after a couple of minutes James, wanking himself
as he watched, reached out and held my sucker's head firmly down over my
shaft.  The guy gagged slightly but James smiled at me again, his eyes
silently asking if that was any improvement.  We both grinned widely in the
moonlight as we shared my bliss.  Moments later I lost it and started
bucking as I shot.  The guy pulled off me, took some of it on his lips and
tongue, and let most of it splash onto the ground.  Caught on a wave of
intense pleasure, I didn't notice as the guy got up and walked away.  James
gripped my shoulder hard with his right hand as his left flew over his cock.
  He gasped and sprayed over the ground, and we both panted with relief as
we shook the jizz off our deflating dicks.

We sparked up cigarettes and strolled away, so fucking young and sexy, so
thrilled at this secret world we had discovered.

*****************************

The fifth time we went to the park changed our friendship forever.

It was late June, school was nearly finished for the summer and my parents
went away for the weekend after issuing the usual reminders and warnings.
The Saturday night of that weekend, James and I went out drinking together,
both knowing that we would drink somewhere that allowed us to walk home
through the park.  Sure enough, a bit drunk and amazingly horny as usual, we
ambled into the park sometime after midnight.

Only three months before, James and I had put on a hardcore DVD in my room
and wanked in front of each other for the first time.  Without being able to
explain it, we both now felt that our growing lack of inhibition, our recent
clandestine activity in the park and the way our bodies were daily growing
taller, tauter and harder had given us a sharply increased sexual awareness
which made us almost unbearably horny most of the time: it was like we both
felt we now had some kind of divine right to sex.

Still sticking together as we cruised the park - which I suspected was more
for the thrill of seeing each other get off than for the reasons of safety
we pretended - we must have looked totally conspicuous.  Two young lads,
both fifteen but looking older, the desire to upgrade our boyish
inexperience to match our new adolescent bodies discernible in every word,
every step and swagger and strut; a heady mixture of the arrogance of youth
and the burning curiosity of the novice revealing itself in every snigger
and private comment.

After wandering round for about ten minutes and refusing advances from guys
we deemed to be too old or too ugly, we stumbled into a small starlit
clearing in the trees.  We both felt something of a buzz: a crowd of guys
were so completely into what they were doing that they were totally
unconcerned by our presence.

One guy, a complete fucking stud, by far the sexiest guy we had seen down
the park, was in the centre.  He was about 30ish, well over 6 feet tall,
with a tanned and muscly torso and dark hair.  His t shirt hung on a nearby
tree and his jeans and jock were round his ankles as his fat dick was slowly
shafting the tight ass of a smaller, younger blond guy, probably mid
twenties, slim and sinewy.  Blondie was bent over nearly double, his arms
hanging on to a fallen tree, writhing with every slow stab of the meat in
his rear.  The starlight caught on the well stretched condom encasing the
stud's rod as we watched this incredible scene in front of us.  The muscle
stud's cock looked hefty, like the dicks on our porn films, and right then
he pulled right out of Blondie, as if specifically to show us the full glory
of his fat nine inch length, and then went straight back up there in one
movement.  Blondie groaned.  Three other older guys and one younger one
stood around, two wanking their own dicks, two wanking each others', perhaps
waiting for a go at Blondie's ass.  One of the wanking guys reached for my
fly, and within seconds James and I were wanking too.  Another of the
wankers passed round a small brown bottle, and the guys took a hit each.
The groans and sighs got louder and more intense, and then one guy held the
bottle for Blondie to take a sniff.  Blondie seemed to love it and began to
chomp on the wanker's dick in appreciation.  James took the bottle next, and
looked at me.  What the fuck, we both thought.  James took a big draw and
then passed it to me to follow suit.  An intense wave of incredible
horniness washed over me.  I passed the bottle on and gripped my cock hard,
moaning.  James was caught in the same feeling too, and we looked at each
other, not smiling, not laughing, just raw with lust and desire.

James plunged his cock into Blondie's mouth, the faceless mop of blond hair
shining in the light as it bobbed energetically on my friend's dick.  The
bottle came round again, and I felt even more horny this time.  I stood next
to James and Blondie shifted his mouth to my dick.  Fucking hell.  James
wrapped an arm round my waist for support as Blondie went between our dicks,
still squirming from the hard shagging he was getting from the muscle guy.
Now the bottle came again, and James held it down at cock height for
Blondie.  The floppy hair ceased moving only as he took a hit, then James
and I took the poppers once more.  I couldn't get more horny.

Suddenly something extraordinary happened.  Blondie was sucking me, but it
felt different.  Tight, awkward.  Oh my God.  He had James and me in his
mouth together; just our cockheads, but still, my slick cock was sliding
round my friend's as a tasty blond guy blew us together.  James was hit by
the thrill of this and of the poppers at the same time.  Still hanging onto
each other for support, suddenly we were kissing.  Fucking full-on snogging.
  Fiercely forcing our tongues in each other's mouths, groaning with the
ecstasy of making out with our best friend, and all the while both fucking
Blondie's mouth with our aching, dripping dicks.

"Oh yeah, go for it," moaned the muscle stud as he watched us frantically
kissing and hurtling towards an orgasm.  He pumped faster into Blondie's
ass, but James and I were too far gone to be concerned with the stud.
Blondie worked harder on our dicks and then James was panting.

"Nicky, Nicky, Nicky," he chanted, between lunges of his tongue in my mouth,
his hands running under my t shirt, tweaking my nipples, rubbing my bare
ass, his marble-hard shaft slipping against mine as they fought for space
Blondie's throat.  It was Heaven.  I had found paradise, and it was James.
He made me bolt with electric shocks.  I was going to lose it.

"Jamie, man, this is it," I gasped, then smashed my mouth back into his.

"Oh fucking hell yeah you hot little cunts," groaned muscle stud.  He pulled
out of Blondie's ass and snapped off his condom.  As his load arced into the
night and splatted on Blondie's ass and back, I was pushed over the edge.

"Jamie!"

I spurted deep into Blondie's stomach.  Jamie was panting, gasping,
clutching onto me, and then I felt his kiss go manic.  He was shooting too,
I felt his magic bell end throb next to my shaft as he pumped a monster load
straight down with mine.

"Nicky, you fucking hot little fucker..." gasped James as our mouths parted
and the bliss washed over us.  Blondie released our cocks and they sprang
up, flicking drops of jizz around, and then he unleashed his own shower of
cum over the cold earth underneath him.  Muscle stud stood looking at us,
beaming with the knowledge of experience.  His own cock was still throbbing
against his stomach.  I looked round and two of the wankers had also shot
and two more had moved away for their own fuck.  James and I grinned like
maniacs at each other, and moved in for a more gentle, tender snog.

As muscle stud moved away, arranged his meat in his jock and recovered his
tee shirt, Blondie stood up, gasping, exhausted.

"Fucking hell thanks for that, mate," said Jamie as we reassembled our
clothes.

"Hey, no problem," he said.

Oh Jesus.

We saw his face now, flushed, stubbly, cute.  It was our Eng Lit teacher, Mr
Jones, just started that year at the school, general nice guy, and, it
seemed, cum slut.

Mr Jones reeled as if the shock was certainly worse for him.  Standing naked
in front of us, his eyes wide in horror.  His hands came up to his head as
if to shield us from his view.  I thought he was going to cry.

It was an awkward moment to say the least.  I looked at James and he didn't
seem to know what to say either, but nervously rebuckled his belt.

"Please don't be upset," I whispered.  "You just helped us to the most
powerful orgasm of our lives."

"And made us realise something of what we feel for each other," added James,
softly.  He reached out for Mr Jones' shoulder, then leaned in and kissed
him lightly on the cheek.

"For Chrissake don't make it any worse," the teacher despaired, pulling
away, suddenly embarrassed with his own nakedness.  Apart from the fuck
going on a little way off, there was only the three of us left in the
clearing.  Mr Jones stumbled to a small pile of clothes nearby, and James
nodded to me as Mr Jones hastily tried to scramble his booted feet into a
pair of white CKs.  We both went behind him I rubbed his back softly while
James tried to speak gently in his ear again.

"It's not like we're innocent ourselves, here," James continued, his voice
soothing and calming.  "You didn't coerce us.  You didn't even know."

"And, on my life," I added, "I promise that neither Jamie nor I will breathe
a word."

Mr Jones turned round as he was stepping back into a pair of navy cargo
pants.  His body was lithe, clean, near perfect.  The package in his CKs
looked meaty and his nipples were proud and dark.  He slipped a tight black
tee shirt back over his head.  He still looked lost and panicked.

"I refuse to let you feel shit about the most wonderful moment of mine and
Nicky's lives," smiled Jamie, trying a lighter approach.  "Do you know,
we've been in love for years, and only realised it when your magic mouth was
doing its stuff?  Christ man, be proud.  Not scared.  We owe you.  Big
time."

James slipped his arm round my waist and kissed my cheek.  I glowed.

"Come on, tell us it wasn't hot as fuck," I tried to grin at him.

He sort of half smiled.  "You two are hot little fuckers."  He tried to
laugh it off, but it wasn't convincing.

Jamie smiled encouragingly.  "Less of the little, please!  Not a word, we
promise, and you must promise too.  No boasting that you've made it with the
two hottest guys in the fifth form."

Mr Jones actually laughed.  Jamie dug out his smokes, and Mr Jones took one
too.  Walking out of the trees, he stopped and turned to us.

"Our secret, then.  I believe you, and I'm grateful for your honesty.  But
you two must do something for me, in addition to using your discretion.  It
was hot, Christ it was hot yes, the best sex I've had for ages, and that
dick up my ass, fuck, unreal.  But promise me you two won't come here again.
  For chrissakes stay at home and shag each other.   It's safer, sexier and
a fuck of a lot more comfortable.  Now let me drive you two home where you
can carry on what you started here tonight."

Jamie nodded and opened his arms to offer Mr Jones a hug.  I realised I
loved Jamie in that moment.  Mr Jones took the hug reluctantly, then with
relief.  I hugged him too, and then he laughed a little bit more.

"Meanwhile I better stop coming here myself in case I run into any more
horny fuckers from my classes.  Better stay at home with my trusty right
hand."

"We could lend you some terrific porn," grinned James.

"Bloody hell you two are confident, aren't you?" Mr Jones smiled.  "Or are
you just horny?   Here you are, I dread to think exactly how young, already
out cruising in parks and offering your teacher a loan of your porn?  When I
was your age I was still wanking like a demon, dreaming of what it would be
like."

"Well, we do that too," laughed James.

We were approaching a group of four cars parked at the edge of the park, and
sure enough one of them turned out to belong to Mr Jones.

"Jump in," he said.  "Where do you need to go?"

With my parents away, we naturally chose my house.  Neither of us had
parents who interfered in what we did, but still we preferred to stay where
we would be undisturbed.  In the back of Mr Jones' car, James took my hand
in his and whispered sexily to me.  "How come I was blind to how fucking hot
you are?" he breathed into my neck before his hot tongue followed his words
right inside my ear.  A second later we were snogging again, and James's
hands were under my tee shirt and groping my cock as we made out with each
other for the first time.  We hardly noticed the journey passing.

"Your destination, sirs," mocked Mr Jones slightly as we pulled up at my
house.

"Great," murmured James to me.  "I want you out of these clothes in under
two minutes."

As we piled out of the car, James was ready practically to run to the front
door, but I knew some sort of difficult conversation was necessary with Mr
Jones.  James was simply too horny to see it, but I knew that whereas he and
I were very shortly going to be exploring new ways of combining our bodies,
Mr Jones would drive home alone and with the knowledge that he had just
committed an act that at the very least could lose him his job.  I really
didn't want him feeling upset or pissed off, and felt it was important that
we parted on good terms.  He had, after all, done us a huge favour.  As
James tugged at my sleeve, I stood next to the driver's side window and
spoke to our teacher in a low voice.

"I want to thank you again," I said, a bit lamely, not really having a clue
what to say to this guy.  "That was awesome."

"Not as awesome as what you're about to do, I reckon."  He sounded sad and
slightly distant, and I noticed he subconsciously adjusted his crotch as he
said it.  Instinctively I knew he had been watching in the rear view mirror
as we made out in the back of his car.

"Come in with us," I blurted out, not really knowing why I said it.

"Sorry?" he coughed.

"It's OK, there's nobody home but us.  Come in and have a coffee with us
before you go home.  Kind of as a thankyou for being so cool about, you
know, in the park and all."

"Yeah!" cried James, unexpectedly.  I had thought he would be against this
idea, but he seemed to love it.  "Yeah, come in!  I've got a dozen questions
to ask.  I bet Nicky has too."

I think he knew then that he would eventually give in.  Five minutes later
we were all in the kitchen as I noisily thumped cups around as I tried to
focus on coffee while my real thoughts were half an hour down the line and
concerned me and James ravishing each other.  But the coffee was soon to be
irrelevant.

"So are you going to show us how it's done, then?" James asked Mr Jones
simply.

"Sorry?" said our teacher, genuinely bewildered.

"Sex," continued James.  "You know, fucking and such.  Because in a very few
minutes I am going to take my new boyfriend upstairs and try to fuck him,
because I know he's been dreaming about that for ages now.  And I want him
to get his rocks off like he never has before, even better than in your
talented throat, sir.  Nicky and I haven't ever spoken about this, but I bet
we both know it's going to be awkward and uncomfortable for the first couple
of times, and seeing as we both just saw you writhing on the end of that
muscle stud's nine incher we know for sure that you know how to do it, so
either you sit down here on your own with a coffee or you come upstairs with
us and show us how to do it."

"Christ, James, you're barking," Mr Jones sighed.  "I couldn't possibly do
that.  I shouldn't even be here now."

"Frankly, sir, I really don't think it's going to make any difference," said
James off-hand, "seeing as how you already sucked both our cocks together
and swallowed all we had to give."

Mr Jones gulped.  "I think we can dispense with the 'sir' under the
circumstances, James."  He seemed uncertain what else to say.

"Oh come on, Ed," I grinned, getting a thrill from addressing a teacher with
his first name.  "Jamie's right.  We're past being coy about this.  Couldn't
you just give us a few pointers?  What was your first fuck like?  As good as
that one you just got in the park?  I bet it wasn't.  Wouldn't you have
liked an experienced and sexy guy to show you what to do first time?
Instead of fumbling round like a couple of kids?"

"The fumbling is all part of growing up," protested Mr Jones, but James had
already pulled him halfway to the hallway.

"That's the way, Ed," laughed James.  "Stairs are just over here.  Come on,
be a sport.  There's you with all that knowledge, and here's Nicky and me
with nothing but hormones and lust.  Show us what to do, come on, oh go on,
Ed..."

Before Mr Jones knew it the coffee was forgotten and we were all in my
bedroom.  James was flinging off his jeans and tee shirt and grabbing me for
another wild snog.  His hands scratched at my jeans to get them off and
within seconds we fell onto the bed in just our boxers.  Mr Jones collapsed
into an armchair and watched us from the sidelines as James and I let the
lust run unchecked between us.

Despite the presence of our Eng Lit teacher in my bedroom, my head and groin
were throbbing with mad desire for James.  I had never felt anything like
it.  Our bodies ground together and our cocks mashed into each other through
the fabric of our boxers as the kissing got even hotter.  James murmured
sexy nothings into my face and mouth as he tried to tear off our shorts.

"Christ you're hot, why the fuck didn't we do this earlier?  I wanna give
you the time of your life, baby, wanna shag you long and hard till we shoot
in a mad frenzy together, wanna mix your spunk with mine and lick it all up
together, wanna..."

His voice got me so hot.  James, my lifelong friend, was making out with me
like I had never imagined.  We were rolling around my bed together, and
pretty soon I was going to feel his cock in my ass.  I was on fire with
lust.

James snapped away and struggled out of his boxers then yanked mine off.  He
grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs high into the air and looked straight
into my face as he poked his rock hard boner around my ass crack.  I could
feel his slick bell end rubbing against me.

"No, no, no," interrupted Mr Jones.

We both looked over at him.  He was reclined in an armchair next to the
other bed, smiling slightly.

"What are we doing wrong?" James asked.

"Nicky's hole is virgin, yeah?" he wondered aloud, then looked at me direct.

"Yeah," I muttered.  "Just a couple of fingers so far.  And a candle."

James sniggered.  "A candle?"

"Well, it was all I could find..." I protested.

"So then.  That," announced Mr Jones, pointing to Jamie's boner, "is bigger
than two fingers or a candle.  Jamie, you can't just shove it in.  You gotta
relax your boyfriend, loosen him, love him.  Then he'll love it.  Otherwise
it'll hurt and he'll hate it, and you don't want to hurt him, do you?"

"Fuck no, Ed.  I love this guy.  But he's gagging for it, look in his eyes,
he wants it from me.  And I want him to have it."

"Sure he wants it," continued our teacher.  "But if you do it too quick
it'll kill the passion.  Use your fingers, use your tongue.  Love him.  Love
his hole.  It's going to give you enormous pleasure; treat it with respect."

Tentatively, James lifted my legs even higher off the bed then ran a finger
along my crack.  He smiled at me as he tried to probe me open and stabbed at
my ring.

I grimaced.

"No, no, no," Mr Jones interrupted again.  "Like this."

He walked over to the bed and both James and I saw the shape of a rock hard
rod in his cargo pants.  He knelt, fully clothed, next to James on my bed
and smiled at me.

"You're so gorgeous," he moaned at me softly, as he licked a finger then
drew it tantalisingly slowly up my crack, stopping to circle gently over my
ring.  I moaned softly in delight.

"Hey steady on, Ed, you trying to steal my guy away?" smiled James.

"Just follow my lead, Jamie," said Mr Jones, quite seriously.  "When you're
going to fuck your boyfriend, you've got to tell him how beautiful he is,
how wonderful he is for doing this for you, for making this massive
sacrifice and showing such trust.  You love him, yeah, Jamie?  Even if you
only just realised?"

"Yeah," breathed James quietly.

"Then show him," said Mr Jones simply, "like this."  He smiled at both of us
then hunkered down and buried his tongue in my ass crack.  I nearly shot my
wad right then, and howled in ecstasy.  I had never imagined anything could
feel like this.  His tongue probed along my crack, licking up my sweat and
swirling over my ring.  Then he gently pushed his tongue directly at my rose
bud and penetrated very slightly and I thought I had died from pleasure.

"OK, OK, I've got it," cried James, anxious to be the giver of this bliss.

Mr Jones moved out of the way and within seconds James was practically
eating my ass out and I was going into overdrive as my cock throbbed and
spewed precum.  I thought I was going to lose it far too soon.

"Oh FUCKING HELL JAMIE!" I cried, as he enthusiastically slurped at my most
private part.

Mr Jones laughed.

"Jamie," he smiled.  "You'll soon learn that being rimmed is like no
pleasure you have ever imagined.  If you carry on at that rate, Nick's going
to shoot his load in about ten seconds, and then you won't get your dick up
there.  Go easy."

We settled into a couple of minutes of the most beautiful sensations I had
ever felt.  James delicately licked and tongued all around my crack and then
gently kissed my ring, his tongue probing exquisitely, his hot breath and
wet mouth making me flush with the intimacy of the action.  I stopped trying
to strain my neck to see what he was doing, relaxed and let my head fall
back, my eyes closed in delight.  I began to bliss out, wondering if fucking
could possibly be half as good as this.  I had never felt so vulnerable: on
my back, utterly naked and painfully erect, my legs drawn up and spread wide
by James' strong hands, my body shivering in the delight of James lapping
lovingly at a part of me I wasn't even sure was clean.  Yet I loved the
vulnerability, and what it stood for.  I sensed that James would never abuse
it; he was as thrilled as I was.  Mr Jones seemed to know exactly what I was
thinking.  He came and sat, still fully clothed, next to me on the bed, and
leant down to whisper.

"Wonderful, yes?  Did you ever dream this was possible?  I know what you
must be feeling now, but try to hang on for as long as you can.  You'll
adore even more what's going to happen."

I couldn't really believe that was true.  I was already in ecstasy.

Mr Jones kissed me lightly on the forehead, then moved round to where James
was kneeling with his ass in the air and his face in my crack.

"Now move your mouth to Nick's lovely balls," he said softly to James, "and
gently gently gently use your fingers on his delicate hole.  He is relaxed
enough now for you to... yes, that's it..."

I gasped as I felt James tonguing my balls, and then as he slipped his mouth
over my cockhead, my brain went into overdrive as I realised that he had
inserted a finger in my hole and I hadn't even felt it.  My ass felt
deliciously full with his finger, and he gently turned it from side to side
and in and out like tiny, slow motion fucking.  A second finger followed,
and I squirmed around the intrusion, loving it, anxious for more, two
minutes later his mouth increased its magic on my cock and a third finger
was added, the feeling indescribable.  James knelt up and gazed at me in
wonder, our bodies now only connected by three fingers of his left hand
gently massaging and relaxing the inside of my ring.  His cock pointed at
me, engorged, angrily red, dripping, like a torpedo awaiting deployment, the
pump of blood in his organ causing it to bob in readiness.  I knew why he
didn't touch it.  Once false move and he would explode, just like me.

Mr Jones imperceptibly nodded his head at James, then reached into his
pocket for something.  He tore open a sachet of some slick goo and dripped
it over James's erection.  James's breath caught at the coldness of it, then
he slowly massaged it into the flesh of his shaft.  James didn't need
telling what to do this time.  My heart raced.  This was it.  I was going to
get fucked.  James, my boyfriend of ten minutes and love of ten years, was
going to fuck me.

Gently James's fingers slipped out from my grasp.  My hole twitched in
expectation, and James leaned over me slightly, still holding my legs back.
Not using his hands, he gyrated his hips slowly three or four times to catch
the end of his cock in my crack, then, as we both felt his slick cockhead
nosing against my ring, we looked at each other in complete elation.  I
could have shot instantly, but something held us both back from the brink.
James pushed very slightly with his hips, but we both sensed immediately
that he was at the wrong angle.  Still using only his groin, he manoeuvred
again, and then again, and the third time we knew that his bellend had
engaged with my asslips.

Not breaking eye contact, James pushed in.  His round knobend popped through
my tight ring.  I felt a stab of pain, but it passed nearly instantly.  We
both stared, wide-eyed, at the awesome feeling.  As inevitably as anything
has ever happened, James's thick shaft slid slowly inside me.  I had thought
it would be excruciating, yet I had still craved it since my earliest days
of sexuality.  In fact it was breathtakingly easy.  My ass was made for
James.  After a minute or so, I felt his balls against my cheeks.  He filled
me. He completed me.

James let out a long low guttural moan of profane pleasure.  "Baby," he
said, still staring into my eyes, "you OK?"

The pleasure was overwhelming me so much that I was almost unable to speak.
"Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes," I gasped.  "Do it."

"You're on your own now", said Mr Jones softly.  I had completely forgotten
he was there, and I turned my head to see him sitting in the armchair again,
his CKs round his ankles, his t shirt discarded, slowly and tightly jacking
his aching hardon.  "As a couple you will discover the best way this works
between you," he said.  "My only advice is start slow, but somehow I don't
think either of you is going to last long."

James's look, a mixture of smiling love and intense, unmanageable lust, bore
right into me as he pulled out slightly then pushed in again.  The slick
lube made the movement easy, and seconds later James was pumping slowly, a
bit deeper each time, his face contorted into agonies of ecstasy.   I could
already feel an orgasm boiling in my thighs.  I knew I had to hang on as
long as possible.  My cock, begging for even the slightest attention, went
untouched as I concentrated hard on the unbelievable feelings in my ass,
learning instinctively to try to synchronise the hungry squeezing of my anal
muscles with his insistent invasion.  Each movement from James sent my body
rippling in unimaginable pleasure, then, as he knelt over me, our hips
moving in a slow but sure rhythm, he began to trace his fingers over my
chest, rubbing my nipples.  I nearly lost it.  I whimpered in awestruck
appreciation.  James's face screwed up as I squeezed his cock hard inside my
ass.

James's position got lower and lower as he moved faster, then he sank onto
my chest and suddenly we were kissing like maniacs as his crotch pummelled
as fast as he could.  I threw my arms and legs over his back and pulled him
tightly towards me as the heavenly connection between ass and cock propelled
us upwards.  This was it.  It hadn't been more than a couple of minutes, but
we were there.  James was trying to moan and talk and kiss all at the same
time, and his mouth was frantically slopping over my face before he plunged
his tongue back in; I couldn't make out his words but I knew what he was
saying.  The friction of his stomach against my bone hard, leaking meat grew
unbearable.  I was going to shoot.  The orgasm had been held back for as
long as I could manage, but now I had no control over it.

"Jamie!" I shouted.  "That's it!  Oh fuck!!  YESSS!"

My muscles screamed as they contorted in tight, tense spasms.  My whole body
was gripped by pleasure, and my head spun.  I grabbed my cock and pounded
frantically between our sweaty stomachs.  James's fucking went ballistic.
He was shouting out mad things, I can't remember what, pounding my ass
harder and harder, his hips a blur of desperation.  My orgasm hit first,
knocking me almost unconscious, my body wracking and bucking under James's
manic thrusting, my cock shooting and shooting in ecstatic release.  I was
crying, I was laughing, I was scared, I was exhilarated.  And as the warmth
of the bliss rushed through my whole body, James screamed and let go inside
me, his hot breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck.  He was
relentless, chasing his orgasm as if he was trying not to let it get away,
fucking faster and faster as I felt him spurting his scalding stuff inside
me, then slowing, until he collapsed on me in a drenched, tearful heap, the
tension receding to leave only wonder, the movement of his hips slowly
subsiding to nothing, like a steam train drawing to a halt.

Words would have been insufficient.  Neither of us tried to voice what it
felt like.  After a little while, James allowed his softening cock to slide
out of me, and he moved to my side, so we could snuggle, lying naked and
sticky on our sides, staring at each other in disbelief, kissing lightly,
lost.  I suddenly smelt a cigarette and twisted my head to see Mr Jones.  He
was looking at us with a wry smile, his chest covered in a massive drippy
load, exhaling smoke in deep appreciation.  As I watched he stubbed out his
cigarette, took his t shirt and drew it over his tight muscles, soaking up
his stuff, then he put it on and pulled up his boxers and cargos.  He walked
to the bed and kissed both of us lightly on the shoulder.  Then he left,
leaving James and I to drift into sleep.

We never invited Mr Jones into our bed, nor did he invite us to his.  But we
both know we owe him a great deal.


*********************

jsmith381@hotmail.com

If you enjoyed this and would like a list of my other stuff at Nifty, please
fell free to mail me.