Tay's breathing slowed as he recovered from what was a pretty intense orgasm, judging by the amount of his cum I was licking from my face. I looked up at him and smiled, licking my lips in an exaggerated manner. Tay responded by smearing what was left of his cum across my face with his dick.

I took the opportunity to clean him up a bit by shoving my tongue under his foreskin and swirling it around, producing more groans and hip movements.

Noticing the lack of action behind me, I turned round to look at Zac and Gareth: both were hard again and slowly tossing eacth other whilst they looked directly at us. First it was them turning us on, now the tables had been turned. Gareth looked so cute: his blonde hair matted together, and a mildly vacant look on his face. Zac also had that same look of lust on his face, although I got the impression most of it was directed at me. This turned me on even more and my yet-to-be-pleasured hardon throbbed in response to what my imagination was coming up with.

Just as I had had that thought, Gareth got up from the bed, releasing Zac's little member from his grasp. He moved over to where Tay and I were and looked at me as if to ask "May I?". How could I refuse such an eloquently put request? I moved aside and sat next to Zac on his bed, our thighs pressing together. Gareth was just about to drop to his knees to give Tay his second head-job in as many minutes when Tay took control of the situation: Holding Gareth by his hips, Tay lowered himpself down and engulfed Gareth with the velvety mouth that I knew so well.

Now, Zac may have been good and full of passion, Gareth acknowledged that, but Taylor had the benefit of experience. His tongue darted around Gareths tool, his throat corressing it in such a way Gareth had never imagined possible. He was never any good with self-discipline, and now what little he had went straight out the window: He grabbed two large handfuls of Tay's golden blonde hair and started fucking his face with a force that had to be seen to be believed, his balls slapping his chin with each thrust. Tay coped admirably, easily taking all Gareth could offer him with room to spare, his lips bearing down hard on the base of Gareth's shaft whilst his tongue and throat took care of the "business" end.

Just the sight of this was almost enough to send me into spontaneous orgasm, having to withhold myself from spurting my overdue load without any form of physical contact. What happened next was inevitable, I suppose. I felt long strands of hair falling over my upper thighs and groin and then fealt a single tongue-lick over the end og my exposed helmet. That was all it took to trigger gyser Lidster, my molten cum spraying with intense force into little Zac's face. He was obviously surprised by how quickly I'd cum, but responded as quickly as Red Addaire in capping the gusher with his mouth, his lips forming a tight seal around its base. However, this attempt to stop such a mighty flow was futile from the start: the fusher simply could not be stopped, just tapped. Zac did exactly this, allowing his mouth to fill and then swallowing, repeating the process three times in all.

On the last fill, he pulled off me slowly, being carefull not to let any of his precious load fall from his lips, his cheeks bulging ever so slightly. He pushed me back onto the bed, and allowed a small drop of my cum to fall onto my lips, which I eagerly licked up. Carefully, he let the rest of my cum run out of his mouth onto the palm of his hand.

"You want more?" he asked, an evil grin on his face.

"Oh yeah," I submitted, still suffering the aftershocks of my own orgasm.

"Come and get it, then..." he said, rubbing the contents of his palm all over his dick and balls. This just added an extra incentive to do what I was hoping to do anyway and so I traded positions with him, pushing him back onto the bed.

Zac's shaft was fully erect and slick with my load, his tiny foreskin pulled all the way back to reveal his angry purple head that visibly throbed with each beat of his rapidly pulsing heart. The sight of his hairless boner and balls along with the smell of my cum was turning me on like you wouldn't believe, so I began licking my load from his most private areas. Zac squirmed and thrashed around under the assault of my tongue and I hadn't even started to suck him yet! There was a sharp intake of breath as I pulled his dick away from his tummy and took the head into my mouth.

Throwing subtlety to the wind, I began a vigorous head-bobbing motion and encouraged Zac to join in by moving his hips to and from my face. He soon cottoned on and began fucking my face vigorously.

Gareth had almost attained his goal, his tight arse moving in and out against Tay's face. Suddenly, he made four or five pronounced thrusts into Tay, grunting with each one, each time his arse cheeks clenching as he sent his hot boycum into his more than willing mouth. Once he'd finished emptying his balls, Tay stood up and hugged Gareth to him and kissed him, giving his mouth full of cum back to its rightful owner. Gareth readily accepted the return and licked and slurped greedily at Tay's mouth, trying to get every last drop of his own juice from him.

I was so preoccupied watching Gareth's performance the first couple of squirts that erupted from the tip of Zac's cock caused me to gag slightly as I simply wasn't ready for them. The sublimely sweet taste immediately captured my attention and sucked even more vigorously as he attempted to fill my mouth with his load, his little hairless balls pulled tight to his body.

Ike groaned, thankfully more with pleasure now than the pain he'd been experiencing a few moments earlier as Andy's dick opened up his virgin arsehole for the first time. Sure, he'd played with his arse a bit before now, but only with things that were pencil width - including Zac's toothbrush once: He'd been being even more of an annoying little shit than usual on this occasion and, to make matters worse, Ike'd been forced into babysitting. Now, Zac being the dearest little goody-goody in their parents' eyes, Ike couldn't take a more orthodox method of retribution without Walker and Diane finding out. So he decided to do something he could get pleasure from without his parents or siblings finding out.

One night back in Tulsa as he was getting ready to take a shower, he spotted Zac's toothbrush by the wash basin. He was in autopilot and just about to put it back next to Tay's when the thought crossed his mind. He started the shower and got in, taking the toothbrush in with him. He soaped up his body and, after re-contemplating what he was going to do, took Zac's toothbrush and gently inserted the handle into his now slick arse. He closed his eyes with pleasure as he felt the plastic invader make its way into him. As he felt the nylon bristles make contact with the insides of his arse cheeks, the rounded end of the handle made contact with something inside of him that sent shockwaves through his entire body, his erection squirting a small amount of clear fluid from the tip.

Ike froze, not quite sure what he'd done and wondering if he'd broken something. Tentatively, he pushed gently on the head of the toothbrush and, sure enough, the same jolt of pleasue shot through him again. Automatically, his free hand found his dick and began stroking as he gently began prodding with the toothbrush...

But Andy was no toothbrush and Ike was fnding that out the hard way. Before they'd started doing "The Deed", Andy had underlined the fact that he didn't want to do anything Ike didn't either. Right now, Ike was not sur he wanted to, but his mind was being overruled by his dick that knew once he got into it, it'd be a hell of a lot of fun. So Ike suffered in silene as Andy gently pushed in and out of him. After a few moments, his mind had to agree with his dick - it really did feel good.

Andy could feel Ike starting to relax and respond under him, and so gradually began to accelerate and deepen his thrusts. Hearing nothing but a deep moan of approval he continued, marvelling at how tight and hot Ike was. As their pace quickened, Andy's balls began slapping against Ike's, giving both lads a new source of pleasure. Andy reached round to Ike's front and began to stroke his heavily inflated member.

It didn't take long: the feelings that Andy was giving to Ike surpassed anything he'd ever felt in his entire life. Ike yelled with all his might and erupted, sending his copious load into the palm of Andy's hand. Once he had a hanfull, Andy broght it to his mouth and licked all of it off. The taste of Ike' thick cum and his spasming asshole brought Andy over the edge. Holding onto Ike's hips (not an easy task due to the film of sweat, and now cum, over them both) he gave one last deep thrust, planting the tip of his dick firmly against Ike's prostate, and deposited his load...

As we all gradually recovered from our respective orgasms, we all looked at each other rather sheepishly as if embarassed at what we'd done. We weren't, I'm sure, but it's the sort of thing that's "just not done". Zac yawned and I looked at my watch.

"What time is it?" asked Gareth, more than just a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Uh, ten to eleven..."

"Oh SHIT! I've missed my train! You wouldn't believe how much grief my house master said he'd give me if I was late..."

"Oh, shame. Looks like you'll have to stay here tonight, then," grinned Zac.

Gareth smiled back half heartedly. His house master was still one of the "Old School" types who ruled with an iron fist and, if that didn't work (which it nearly always did) a dirty great cane. In his eyes, this insubordination was a definiate caining offence, if not being gated for a week. For the non-public-schoolboys amongst you, gating has to be the most inconvenient punishment possible: You must wear full dress school uniform at all times, including weekends. During this period, all leave is cancelled, all privileges revoked and to make matters worse, you have to report to the Master on Duty every half hour during your free time to have a sheet signed. I'd rather be suspended...

"Perhaps you could call him. Tell him you've been busy and missed your train..." I suggested.

"Nah, that'd never wash. He'd 'understand' on the phone, but he'd still kick the crap outa me as soon as I walked through the door..."

"Tay, d'you know what you're doing tomorrow?" I asked.

"Uh, bumming around, last time I checked..."

"How d'you fancy getting Gareth out of this slight problem..."

"How?"

"Well, I know this is a bit over the top, but how'd you fancy doing a quick concert at my school?"

"I'd love to -I wanna see the prison you go to..." he grinned. "Don't know about Ike, though..."

Right now, Ike would have agreed to about anything as he lay spread-eagled on his bed recovering from his most intense orgasm to date, Andy on top of him. He couldn't believe at the beginning of this evening he was still having doubts about doing this sort of thing...

He heard his cell phone ringing and looked around for it. Andy slowly got up from on top of Ike, pulling his soft dick out gently. Ike rummaged through the pile of clothes and retrieved his phone and pressed send.

"Yeah?"

"Uh, Ike?" asked Tay. It didn't sound quite right for Ike. "Oh, sorry, didn't recognise you for a moment... Listen, whatcha doin' tomorrow?... You wanna go to Dean's school with us? We gotta take Gareth back... Yeah? Cool! We'll have to leave early, oh, and bring your guitar... Great - thanks, man. Later..." Tay ended the call.

"He says he'll go. Apparantly he owes you a favour, Dean. Can't imagine what for..."

We were all completely knackered and decided that as we hadan early start in the morning, we'd better hit the sack. Tay picked up his phone again and rang Kevin to make sure he'd be able to give us a lift. Kevin had no problem with this, but as six of us were going, he'd have to take us in Dorf.

"Dorf?" I asked.

"Kev's Ford Transit" replied Tay. Oh, great. I'd rather go in the Range Rover and have Tay sit on my lap. Come to think about it, I'd like to have Tay on my lap most of the time... "You'll like it, promise..." Tay assured me, seeing the dismayed look on my face.

Tay took my hand and pulled me over to Zac's bed where we'd all silently decided we'd sleep together. As I slipped into the bed, the feeling of three other hot, naked lads next to be sent shivers down my spine and within moments, was hard again. From the prods I was getting from both sides, so was everyone else, but we were all so tired, we simply hugged, kissed and rubbed against each other. I fell asleep with Tay's hardon between my legs.


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