The Sleep Over part 3
A story of 4 high school friends set in the days before internet or smart phone porn. All involved are over 18 years of age.
We all just lay around on the air bed after the wank session where I had wanked all 3 of their cocks, still naked in various states of arousal. Paul and Tony were pretty flaccid having only just or recently cum. Grant was getting his second wind and was sporting quite a semi hardon (the recovery rate when you are young is remarkably quick).
I felt a bit giddy reliving the fact that I had just wanked my 3 friends off and also the comment from Grant about what else we could do. I wanted to wank them again so maybe this would happen later.
I needed to go to the toilet, so slipped on my underwear and made my way back downstairs as Tonys room didn't have a shower or toilet.
"Bring up that bottle of coke and some glasses," Tony called out as I descended the stairs.
"Will do," I called back.
I wondered down the hallway past the living room. I glanced in as I passed and saw that the TV was on but I didn't see Mr Johnstone.
I entered the bathroom and closed the door. I lifted the toilet seat and then proceeded to let out a big stream of piss mixed no do doubt with some cum and precum. I finished pissing, gave my cock a shake and wiped the remnants off with a bit of toilet paper before flushing.
I went into the kitchen to get the bottle of coke and saw Mr Johnstone was in there getting a can of beer out of the fridge. He was bent at the waste to reach into the fridge making the football shorts he was still wearing cling to his meaty arse. I couldn't help but stare. He straightened up, beer in hand, closed the fridge door and turned around to face me.
"Tom!" he exclaimed a bit startled. "I didn't hear you creeping up behind me".
"Sorry Mr Johnstone, I didn't mean to scare you," I replied. "I didn't know you were in here".
"That's ok," he smiled. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"I've just come down to get that bottle of coke for us".
"Thirsty work isn't it?"
"What is?" I replied slightly puzzled as to what he meant.
"Well all that chatting and laughing that you've been doing, it makes you thirsty!"
"Umm... oh yeah..sure," I responded.
He then lifted one arm and scratched the back of his head. As he did so he revealed his hairy armpit (he was wearing a singlet vest). I couldn't help but stare. I glanced down his hairy chest to his waist and could clearly see the outline of what looked like a fairly big cock in his shorts.
"Are you going to get it then?" He said.
"Hmmm... what," I mumbled.
"The coke," he grinned.
"Oh yes, sure and I'll take some glasses too," I replied.
"Take the plastic ones. I don't want you breaking the glass ones. They are in the bottom cupboard," he continued and pointed to the cupboard near where I was standing.
I turned and opened the cupboard and bent over to reach down for the glasses. I grabbed them and stood and turned around to see Mr Johnstone staring at me with a slight smile on his face. I suddenly became aware that I was just in my underwear in his kitchen and that I had been poking my bum towards him.
I grabbed the bottle of coke with my free hand and went to leave.
"Night then Mr Johnstone," I said.
"Good night Tom," he said and tilted his head and winked at me.
That familiar gooey butterfly feeling reappeared in my stomach. All sorts of thoughts were flooding through my head as I walked back down the corridor towards the stairs. I wondered whether he had heard us? What was that comment about I being thirsty work? Why did he wink at me? Maybe he was just being his usual friendly self but I started to imagine what Mr Johnstone would look liked naked and pictured me wanking his big cock. I started to get aroused again.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs I could hear the boys chatting and laughing as I clambered up the steep stairs which wasn't easy as both of my hands were full. Grant, Paul and Tony were sitting in various positions on the air bed. I noticed that they hadn't put their underwear on and were still naked. There was a heady smell of sweat, musk and cum in the air.
"About time," huffed Tony. "How long does it take to get a bottle of coke?"
"I wasn't that long," I protested. "Besides, I got chatting your Dad for a bit".
"Oh the old man was still up was he?" he continued.
"Yeah he was just getting a beer from the fridge and I startled him and,"
I was quickly cut off mid sentence.
"Just pour the drink already".
"Yeah sure Tony," I replied.
Do you all want some coke?" I asked.
"I thought it was just you who wanted cock," Grant quickly responded and they all roared with laughter.
"Ha ha, very funny," I said.
I handed out the plastic glasses and we helped ourselves to the coke. There followed the usual sounds of the bubbles fizzing, the slurping sounds, the aaaarghs after taking a big mouthful and of course the obligatory burps.
Grant then announced that he was feeling horny again and to pass over the other magazines so he could flick through them. Tony grabbed them from the box and set them down on the air bed. We all grabbed for one and started flicking through. I was no longer looking at the women in the pictures, I was focussed on the men.
They all had good bodies and of course had huge cocks. I pictured myself wanking them and then when I saw a picture of a woman sucking one of the guys cocks I wondered what it would be like to suck a cock.
