Beginnings, oral, anal, M/MMM
Author's Note:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Afterhours Party
By
Wolf
When I graduated from high school, I didn't have the grades to get a scholarship to play football for college so I was going to have to attend a junior college. The san Gabriel valley of California has 8 junior colleges and there are plenty of additional junior-colleges in the surrounding counties.
I was recruited by several teams and selected the largest. I was given my class schedule and my locker and uniform three months before graduating from high school. I had to get a job and it turned out that the owner of a Thom McAn Shoe store in the Eastside Mall. The owner was an old Italian man named Joseph. He was about 5-foot 9-inches, starting to go bald, with an average build. He was very friendly to me and introduced me to the other three guys working for him: John was the oldest. He was close to 6-feet tall, with brown hair and eyes. He was the Alfa guy in the store and had a quick wit. Charles was about 5-foot 8-inches tall, with dark hair, blue eyes, average build. He was the joker of the group. Fred was about the same height as Charles, but he was a little overweight.
The guys told me that o's would just love you because he has a thing for big, blond football players. I detected a hint in their statements that something was unsaid. Being an only child, I was rather naive.
After the introductions were made, I was shown how the stock numbering worked. If a customer selected a shoe and we didn't have that style in their size I was to bring out styles with close numbers because they would be similar in style. Once I made a sale, I was to suggest additionally typed like sports or casual. If the shoes didn't fit, I was supposed a half size larger, but I object to that because that leads to foot problems. Most of the customers were pleasant to deal with. Adult males tend to know exactly what they want. The women sometimes come in just to sit down and drive you crazy trying on shoes, of course, they are impatient when buying shoes for their children. I quickly learned the ropes. Joe was very complimentary to the four of us.
Come closing time on a Saturday evening John invited me to join them for dinner at Joseph's home. I kind of felt obligated to accept. I drove my own car and John rode with me and gave me directions. When we arrived at the nice home in the foothills above Glendora, I was impressed by our boss's home was.
When we knocked Joe answered the door wearing a casual silk shirt, Expensive linen slacks, and Kangaroo slippers. At work, he was always in a well-tailored business suit. He greeted us with a hug and welcomed us to get something to drink. The other guys were already there and had glasses in hand.
The house smelled of tomato meat souse meat. The house smelled good. John asked me if I wanted a beer or wine, red or white? I chose red wine because I didn't like the taste of beer. Joe gave me the five-cent tour of his home and he had his arm around my waist the whole time. As friendly as he was there was just something that made me feel uncomfortable.
By the time we made it back to the kitchen the cook had the dining table set. Joe sat at the head of the table, the cook was at the foot of the table, the four of us were seated around the table. We consumed a great meal of lasagna. There were spiced mushrooms, a green salad we consumed several bottles of wine. John and Chuck chose beer. After the meal, we retired to the family room while the cook cleaned up.
There was pleasant music playing and we all had full glasses. Joe produced a glass bong and prepared it. I knew enough to know that he was offering us marijuana. I had never smoked it before but was curious enough to try it.
After Joe lit up and took a deep drag, he handed the bog to John and he took a drag. He handed it to me. John had to talk me through the process and tell me not to Bogart the pot. I handed the bong to Chuck and he passed it on to Fred. The cook had joined us by then and took a hit before giving it back to Joe.
I didn't notice any change for a little while. Then it was as if the lights were dimmed. I felt euphoric, and for some reason everything was funny. Joe asked me to dance with him. The idea of dancing with my male boss seemed strange but I accepted. We got up and he led me as we danced. We were brushing up against John dancing with the cook and Chuck dancing with Fred. Joe was holding me close and his right hand was on my ass. I felt his fingers digging into the crack of my pants. Then he kissed me!
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I looked at the other two couples and saw them hardly moving as they stood there making out with each other. I didn't know what to do. It was easiest to just let it happen.
Joe continued to dance with me while he used his left hand to take hold of the crotch of my pants. When there was a pause in the music, he led me to the couch and sat me down. and cuddled up right next to me. He was all over me and kissing me with the tongue. The next thing I was aware of was him opening my belt and unzipping my pants. His hand felt soft as it skipped into my tidy whites. He took hold of my junk.
"Damned, that is the biggest set of balls I evert felt?"
I sheepishly said: "I got kicked in the growing enough times playing ball that based blood for two days. When it was over, I developed a hydrocele in my testis. My balls have been the size of a softball ever since."
Joe said: "What can we do to make them better?" He was gently feeling them.
My cock was getting hard all on its own. The funny thing was it felt almost as if I was detached from my body. I was just conchoids enough to be embarrassed enough to be concerned to look around to see is the guys noticed what Joe was doing to me.
I saw that the other guys were almost naked and they were so busy playing with each other's cock to be looking at what Joe was doing to me. Joe pulled my junk out of my pants and he leaned over and mouthed and licked mt balls for a long time.
There was a pause in the action to take another hit. This time I hardly remember what was going on. I'm not even sure who was doing what to who. I was just aware that someone was sucking my cock. When I felt the velvety head of a cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and before I knew it the cock was tickling the back of my throat. At some point, I felt the warm fluid of cum in my mouth. Then I smelled the wool of the carpet and felt some pain in my asshole and was vaguely aware that someone was on top of me. I was aware that I was being fucked in the ass. I was unable to move and just laid there and felt my ass being used. I fell asleep at some point.
Some time when the morning light started filling the room, I steered and felt the dried cum between my legs. I didn't know if I should get up and leave, get pissed at someone. or accept that I actually like what had happened.
I looked around and there was Joe next to me. I had never seen him out of his clothes before. I thought he looked a lot frailer in the nude. Even though he was a little over eight the skin was loose and wrinkled. The tip of his head as shiny as a billiard ball. There was something about a hairy old man that makes him so appealing. I had no idea just how hairy he was. His chest formed across. There was a thick strip running from his shirt collar to his navel and across his chest with his nipples poking out of the hair. He had a thick patch of pubic hair that joined his hairy legs. He the cheeks of his ass. I looked around the room and saw his cook asleep with his legs wrapped around Joe's leg.
I John was laying on my other side. And I saw that his body was almost hairless. I assumed that he actually shaved his body like a swimmer. Chuck and Fred had light brown hair in all of the normal pleases. Fred looked like a child clinging to a favorite toy. I felt the need to relieve myself and moved to get up. As soon as I moved, I felt a sharp pain in my asshole, and a hand slipped off my back.
I quietly papalized for disturbing him and stating I needed to pee. I stepped over bodes as I made my way to the bathroom. I wasn't aware that Joe had extracted himself from the cook. He followed me into the bathroom. As I approached the toilet I reached for my cock and was planning on aiming the stream into the bowl, but Joe's hand reached around to take hold of my cock first. He was kissing me on the back of the neck. I was strange a hell standing there with piss passing through my cock and another man holding my cock. I could also feel his Hard cock poking my butt. When I finished my business, John clung to y cock as he sat on the toilet.
Joe stuffed his cock into the hole and pulled me close and clung to my hips as he took my cock into his mouth and sucked on my cock while he peed. He finished peeing before I squirted into his mouth. When finished licking my dick, he stood up and said: "Let's brush our teeth and get something to eat! I'm starved."
He gave me a new toothbrush and we stood there next to each other brushing our teeth. As soon as we finished, he hugged me again and kissed me with his tongue. Again, kissing a man with facial hair felt strange.
We made our way to the kitchen and were rummaging around in the fridge when the cook came in tubbing his crotch. He asked: "Joe, what do you want for breakfast?
"I was thinking "Toco Bell" but an omelet will do."
The cook turned to me as the other guys were strolling in., "What can I make for you young gentlemen?"
Joe reminded him to wash his hands first." The guys each held his shoulders while whispering what they wanted to kiss him on the beck. I simply told him what I would like, only if it was no problem. I was getting used to seeing them naked.
When the kitchen was clean, we returned to the family room and took another hip on the bong before started having sex with each other again. This time I didn't get smashed. I wanted to know who was fucking me. Joe and the cook were the first ones to hit on me. While I was sucking Joe, the cook was hammering away at My ass. After some necking. Joe took the place to breed me, and the cook fucked my mouth. We took our time before we changed partners.
Running my hands over John's body was like feeling the body of a female, except there was an impressive cock where a cunt would have been. John lay on the floor and rolled his legs back so that his knees were almost touching his ears. He was offering me his asshole. I knelt behind his butt and eased my cock into his asshole. I fucked him until I was about to cum. John wanted me to cum in his mouth. While I was fucking his mouth, Chuck and Fred were all over me sucking my nipples and kissing me.
When John positioned me to fuck me doggie style Chuck wanted to be under me sucking my cock while I sucked Fred's dick. Before the party was over I was fucked by Chuck and Fred and I had fucked them.
I took advantage of the use the shower and clean up before going home. The following football season I had an additional cheering section. If I wasn't in pain, I visited Joe for a party to let off steam. Before the nights were over I had been bread by at least a half dozen guys and dipped my wick in as many assholes.
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