Carrying on from STRAIGHT BOYS - GET IN LINE)
So unsurprisingly, word had got around among the students about what Harry and I were doing a couple of times a week in our student digs in Leamington. We weren't complaining; sharing our income (and between sessions our cum) with Ben and Danny, Harry and I alone were averaging Β£600 a week from keen guys wanting to fuck our arses and/or mouths!
But we did wonder sometimes how long it would last, would one or more of us lose interest, and was it even legal? And would the supply of eager young cock run dry?
One afternoon, at the end of a rather tedious lecture on the complexity of the American electorial process, my lecturer, Mr. Llewyn, asked me to stay behind, he'd like a word. Mr. Llewyn was a seriously sexy forty year old. And it was widely known that he was happily married to a fellow lecturer, Mr. Nixon, an older guy, fifty or so, but also sexy in a way, if you're into older guys.
"How are things, Liam?" he asked, once it was just us two in the lecture room. "You and Harry ok, are you?"
"Sure," I replied, a bit confused as to why he was taking an interest, he never had before. "We're good," I said.
"Your little 'business venture' still going well?" he asked, giving me a wink as he saw me flush with a combination of nerves and embarrassment. "I'll cut to the chase," he said before I could respond. "Paul and I, we tend to enjoy a little weekend party every now and then. Sometimes with a group of friends, other times, if we see someone we take a shine to, we like to keep it a bit more intimate. Just us and one, or maybe two, others. Do you get where I'm going?"
I was stunned. I've never really been into older guys, especially ones older than my dad, like Mr Nixon was. I didn't really know how to respond, so just stood there, looking stupid.
Mr Llewyn laughed at my discomfort, not in a cruel way. "It's ok," he said. "It was just a thought, and it's probably breaking a load of rules, but we just thought you and Harry might enjoy a little change of scene. I understand if you're not interested. Sorry if I embarrassed you. That wasn't my intention."
"N..no" I stammered, not hiding the embarrassment anywhere near well enough. "Just caught off guard, I suppose." I thought about what he was saying for a short while. "So what goes on in these parties?" I asked, smiling as best as I could despite the nerves.
He smiled back at me. "More like what comes off," he said, "like clothes, optional but rarely worn." He could see my mind ticking over. "Ok," he said after a pause, "what I'm offering is a weekend at our place, you and Harry, or just you if he isn't up for it. You won't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, we're not like that. We'd like a little fun if you were interested, but if you weren't, we understand totally, you'd still be welcome and we'd still have a nice summer weekend."
"I dunno," I said. "I'd need to talk to Harry first. Sounds ok though, I suppose. When would you be thinking, if we were interested? I wouldn't do anything without Harry, sorry."
"Of course," he reassured me. "I get that, and I like it. We're away this weekend, but next weekend we're at home. Have a think, talk it over." He stood up to leave. "And I promise I won't be offended if you turn me down, just a bit disappointed." He winked at me again and walked towards the door.