Duncan started to slowly stroke his cock. My mind was a jumble, I knew I should leave yet I reasoned that where I was standing I was blocking his father's view if he turned his head. We were also partially concealed by the island that separated the kitchen from the living room. My eyes fixated on the scene in front of me. The boy's head was tilted back slightly as he leaned against the counter, his mop of blonde hair partially concealing his ice blue eyes. Duncan's hand was now vigorously stroking the full length of his rock-hard cock. I watched, rapt by the sight of his magnificent specimen being jerked-off through the leg of his shorts. His lightly muscled arm jerking his hand up and down the shaft of his cock rhythmically. Gradually, pre-cum oozed out of the head of his uncut cock making it slick and shiny. My own cock was hard and trying to force it's way through the fabric of my jeans.
I glanced back up at the boy's face and his eyes opened slightly, "Oh daddy, this feels so fucking good, you should pull your cock out and join me."
I looked over my shoulder towards his dad who was still focused on his laptop. "Shh, your dad!"
Duncan smiled slyly and said, "Ya, that makes it so much hotter knowing he's right there and could turn around at any moment. In fact, just imagining that is going to make me cum."
I looked down and indeed his cock looked ready to explode, the big spongy head engorged and leaking like a facet.
A quiet gasp escaped from the boy's lips, then he whispered. "I'm going to shoot a huge load, you'd better do something or there is going to be cum everywhere."
I searched around furiously for something to catch the cum with, a dish towel or anything. Just then, the boy started to tremble and I heard a low quiet groan escape from his lips and I knew I had a fraction of a second to act. I did the only thing I could think to do to prevent the kitchen getting hosed down with a massive load of teen spunk: I dropped to my knees.
Just as my mouth reached his cock, he started to cum. The first shot ricocheted powerfully off my face so I clamped my lips over the head of his cock. A second volley, then the third, splashed into my mouth and coated my tongue as Duncan continued to stroke off his cock. I found myself swallowing furiously, trying to keep up with the deluge. Just then I heard movement from the living room, Duncan's dad was packing up his laptop. In a panic I grabbed a nearby dish towel and wiped the cum from my face. Then I noticed a several drops of Duncan's cum on the floor at his feet. I knelt down to mop it up just as Brian entered the kitchen and stared at me quizzically.
I blurted out, "Just spotted something on the floor."
I could feel the color rising in my face. I looked up to see that Duncan had pulled the leg of his short back into position, mostly concealing his now deflating cock. I say mostly concealed, because even a quick glance and his father would have seen the still chubbed tube of flesh creating a very VPL in the baggy shorts.
Over the next several days a pattern emerged. In the morning Brian, Duncan's father, would go into the bathroom to shave and shower. Duncan would come into the kitchen wearing only his boxers and sit across from me. He'd stare at me as I read the paper, putting his hand down the front of his underwear as the sound of his father's electric razor hummed in the background. As soon as his father started the shower, Duncan would get up and walk around the table and stand next to me as he'd pull his boxers down and point his hard cock right at my face.
"Do it, you know you want to. Eat my cock and make your boy cum with that hot mouth of yours Daddy."
I'd turn my head and open my mouth and he'd slide his cock between my lips. I'd work over his knob with my tongue, letting my mouth get accustomed to its girth. Then gradually, I'd take more and more of his 8" cock into my mouth until I was deep-throating him to the root as his balls swayed and bounced off my chin.
The boy was always determined to make it last. As long as the sound of his father showering continued he'd edge his cock with my mouth. Occasionally, he'd pull it out and wait a few seconds before slowly reinserting it, balls-deep in one slow gesture. It became a game for the boy. He'd hold off cumming until his father shut off the shower. Then he'd wait as long as possible, ultimately depositing a huge load of cum right down my throat just seconds before his father exited his bathroom. I could tell that this was a big turn-on for the boy, almost getting caught and seeing how far he could push it. Every night as I lay in my bed, I swore I'd stop. Every morning my resolve with totally evaporate with the sight of his cock pointing at my mouth.
Duncan became more and more brazen. On the days we didn't get the opportunity for me to suck him off, he'd torment me. I'd be reading the paper and the boy would stand behind me pretending to look at an article, all the while grinding his hard cock into my shoulder as his father sat directly across from us. One day when I was at the sink, Duncan came up behind me and ground his denim covered cock into my ass as his father drank his coffee a few feet away.
The following Saturday, Brian was headed to his course when Duncan announced that he and I would be joining his father for the trip into into the Coventry of down-town, something about getting some new kicks at the mall. As we three boarded the packed subway, Duncan stood directly behind me. Every time the subway lurched, he'd press his crotch against my butt. Duncan's father seemed to be staring at me with a stern glare. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I was almost convinced he knew that something was going on.
Once we arrived at our stop, Duncan and I got off the subway and I followed the boy as he took an unexpected detour down an escalator into a subterranean path. I asked where we were going, Duncan simply said "Washroom."
We arrived at washroom sign and Duncan pushed the door open and headed in. I waited in the corridor until Duncan popped his head out and said, "Follow me."
Immediately I had a sinking feeling, that said, I was so infatuated with the boy if he's told me to strip and ride the subway home naked, I probably would have done so. I wandered around the empty washroom as Duncan stepped up to a urinal and unzipped his jeans.
Duncan looked over his shoulder at me and almost barked "Come here!"
I stood at the urinal next to him and glanced over. He had his soft cock in his hand and I gave him a puzzled look. He announced, "Now we wait."
I was getting increasing uneasy wondering just what was going on when I heard the loud creek of the outer washroom door . A tall man in his late forties wearing a business suit entered and stood next to Duncan. He undid his fly and stood motionless for several seconds, then business man had stepped back a few inches and was now clearly glancing down in the direction of Duncan's crotch. The boy glanced over towards me and winked. I could feel panic setting in. I looked past Duncan and saw that the man had started to stroke his cock, causing it to grow steadily. Duncan and the man were staring at each others cocks while they slowly jerked off. The business man looked past Duncan at me and then down to my crotch, I looked down as well. My cock was totally hard.
The boy put his hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Suck me."
As conflicted as I was, I couldn't refuse him. I sunk to my knees and took him into my mouth and began to make love to his cock with my mouth. Duncan moaned, placing his hand on the back of my head and guided me up and down the full length, making sure I took the full 8" right down to his balls. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw the business man flailing away on his own cock, a look of lust and wonder etched on his handsome face. Duncan was watching him as well and smiling seductively. I could feel the familiar swell of the boys knob and I knew his orgasm was imminent. Just then, a loud creek as the outer bathroom door was opened. I leaped up and we all resumed standing with our hard cocks concealed as best we could. As I saw who had entered the bathroom, my panic turned to pure dread.
Standing in the doorway was a security guard. He was over 6' tall and looked imposing in his black uniform and body amour. I turned away and stared straight ahead at the wall in front of me and I waited filled with dread and guilt. I heard heavy shoes cross the floor towards us, then the security guard stepped up to the last vacant urinal. Several seconds passed and I head him start to walk back towards the door. I glanced over my shoulder to see the security guard pull a sign out from a sleeve on the door, it read, "Out Of Service". He opened the door and placed the sign on the outside, then pulled a ring of keys off of his belt and locked the door from the inside. He leaned up against the door, folded his arms and stared at the three of us. He reached down and firmly grasped his crotch and gave it a squeeze and spoke for the first time, "As you were gentlemen. Back to whatever it was you were doing just before I walked in."
