“I see you’ve shot your load” he said. “Pity to waste it.” and
proceeded to lick the come off my chest. The rain had stopped outside
and the sun was coming out from behind the clouds.
“I’d better be going,” he said, picking up his clothes. “Here’s your money.”

I accepted the offered note and began dressing.

“You looked as if you were enjoying that,” he said. “You should
come up to my place and meet my brother sometime. He must be about
your age. You might just be able to have some fun together.”

“I might take you up on that,” I said. “Perhaps see you tomorrow
after I finish school – at the park gates.”
“Okay,” he said. “Maybe see you then. Bye for now.”

I came suddenly, shooting sperm all over my chest. It seemed to go on forever.
My cock just kept pumping away. At about the same moment he let out a
moan and I felt a warmth in my arse. He too had come, the movement had
been too much for both of us.

“Yes,” I replied. “I nearly came there.”

“Okay,” he said. “We’ll keep it for later.

His finger continued to explore my arse and suddenly he stuck it
up my arsehole. My sphincter closed around it immediately, gripping it
tight.

“Tight!” he said. “Relax a bit and it’ll be much easier. Lets see
if I’ve got anything to lubricate it with.” He reached underneath me
into his jacket pocket and brought out a small jar of Vaseline. “This
was for future use” he grinned. “I don’t usually carry it about with
me, but we may as well make use of it now.” He stuck his finger into
the jar and smeared its contents around my arse. He again slid his
finger into my hole. This time it went much more easily.

I was not the only one who had made for shelter. As I entered the
doorway I saw that someone else was standing just inside.

“Hi!” he said, “You smoke?” offering me a cigarette. I shook my
head, “No thanks.” He was probably about 25 years old (I was 19 at the
time), dressed in jeans, T-shirt and a denim type jacket. We stood in
the doorway watching the rain bouncing off the street outside. I was
conscious of him looking at me sideways as he smoked his cigarette.

“How would you like to make some money?” he said a few minutes
later.

“Doing what?” I replied.

“Giving me a wank” he replied after a pause. I thought about this
for a few moments. It didn’t seem an unreasonable request. After all I
had performed this service on several occasions for school-friends and
at the time I was interested to discover that a person of his age
still indulged in this pursuit.

“How much?” I asked.

“A pound” he answered. This seemed a considerable sum of money to
a person of my age. It was about equal to half my weekly pocket money
at the time and would provide a welcome boost in spending power.

Just married boys having a drink and then fucking each other in the ass

Gay wedding celebration ends up dirty