Ricky's Story Part 9
In the morning, I got up and showered, just like every other morning. My parents were packing the car and soon headed out on their trip. It wasn't long before Zach pulled up in front of the house to drive me to school.
I stood at the front door and waved him to come in. He turned off the car and walked in. I shut the door and pushed him against it,
"Your folks gone?" Zach asked as I dropped to my knees in front of him.
"Yes," I said, "Left this morning for at least two days," as I unfastened his jeans and pushed them down.
"Great," Zach said, "We can have some fun."
As I pulled his underwear down, I said, "We'll talk later." And I put my thumb and forefinger around the base of his half-hard cock and leaned forward, taking it completely in my mouth.
"Oh yeah," Zach moaned, placing his hand on the top of my head.
I held his cock in my mouth, feeling it grow and harden. When it pushed into my throat, I moaned and started my mouth up and down the length of his cock, sucking, while my hand slid down and massaged his balls.
I continued sucking his cock, moving my mouth completely down on him every fourth or fifth time. My mouth worked him, my tongue swirling around the head every time I pulled up.
His hand on my head grabbed my hair, he groaned loudly and I felt his balls and cock spasm as he began to shoot his warm cum into my mouth. I held him and swallowed as he continued to shoot. Finally spent, he collapsed back against the door, breathing heavily.
I held him in my mouth, my tongue running over his spent cock. Slowly I slid my mouth up his cock, releasing it. I gave the tip one last kiss and stood.
As Zach bent over to pull up his underwear, he asked, "So if your folks are gone and you are home alone, we can have some fun?"
"Sort of," I smiled at him, "How late can you stay out on school nights?"
"Why," he asked, pulling up his jeans.
"I have to stay at Mr. Clark's until nine, then come home to be in bed by ten. Kind of the rules they gave me," I told him as I picked up my books.
"Cool," he smiled at me, "We'll make it work. Two nights?"
"Maybe three. Depends on how it goes for them giving their presentation," I said as we walked out to his car.
As we climbed into the car, he laughed and said, "I'm sure Mr. Clark is going to want to fuck your hot ass."
"I'm sure," I winked at him. "But there will be plenty for you," as I squeezed his thigh when he drove off.
"There had better be," he winked at me with a smile.
"I'll text you when I get home from Mr. Clark's. So you won't mind stopping by to visit me?", I kidded him.
"You're funny," Zach said. "You know I'll be there."
We walked into the school, me turning down one hall to my class and Zach going down another. "See you at practice," he said walking away.
I was sitting with Billy having lunch and a short red-haired girl sat down beside me. Her red hair was short and spiked, her face covered with freckles and she had very green eyes.
She smiled at me and said, "Hi. I'm Mia. I think you are cute and I want you to be my boyfriend."
Surprised, the only thing I could say was, "What?".
"Look," she said, "I'm gay and I think you are too. My parents don't know and wouldn't understand. They keep asking me about dating and getting a boyfriend. It would help me out and probably you too if we pretended to be a couple."
I laughed and reached over and took her hand. "Yeah, I get that sometimes too. Where is your girlfriend? So we'd just act like we are a pair to fool them?"
"Yep," she smiled at me, "We can work it out. Here's my number."
We exchanged phone numbers and I walked her to her next class, holding hands. We got some looks from other students.
The rest of my day was pretty normal. We had a good soccer practice, coach Ramirez had me playing midfield. He pulled me aside and told me, with his arm around my shoulders, that was where I would play on Saturday.
Calling the team together at the end of practice, Coach announced there would be no showers today, they were working on the plumbing. So I headed home carrying my clothes and dressed in my practice uniform -- small tight shorts and a green tee shirt.
As I walked up to my house, Mr. Clark was wiping down his car, in the driveways between our two houses. Seeing me still in my practice uniform and carrying my clothes, he raised an eyebrow, smiling at me.
"Nice outfit," he said walking over to me, "Very sexy."
I smiled at him and said, "No showers available after practice today. I need to go home and shower then I can come over."
Taking me by the hand and leading me toward his house, he said, "Nonsense. You can shower at my place."
I dropped my stuff inside the kitchen door and he lead me through his bedroom to his bathroom. He stood there watching me as I took off my clothes. I was excited about being bossed around and it showed -- my cock was hard. He smiled when he saw that.
"I do think you like being a submissive little slut, don't you?", he said.
I just nodded and stepped into the shower, turning on the warm water.
"Take your time Ricky," Mr. Clark said to me as he watched me shower, "Enjoy yourself as you do at home."
I ran my soapy hands over my body as he watched. I stroked my hard cock, but only for a few minutes. I noticed Mr. Clark was talking on his cell phone and then he held it up with the camera pointing at me in the shower.
After a few more minutes, he hung up his phone and said, "Okay, that's enough for now. Get dried off, time for some fun."
He handed me a towel as I stepped out of the shower and watched me dry off, then took my hand and led me into his bedroom. My breathing was almost a pant as I was very excited being dominated by this older bear of a man.
He literally threw me onto the bed. I looked up at him with a cowering look which I think he liked as he sneered down at me. He took off his sweatpants, his hard eight-inch cock already leaking. Stepping to the bed, he grabbed me, turned me over onto my back, and dragged my head over the side of the bed.
Holding my head in both hands, he ordered, "Open," as he pushed the head of his cock toward me. I opened my mouth, wide, and he pushed his cock deep into me. Holding my head, he began to fuck my mouth with long, deep strokes. I could feel my throat expand with each thrust of his cock.
After a few minutes, we were interrupted by a deep masculine voice, "Well, looks like you started already."
As Mr. Clark pulled his cock from my mouth, I looked over to the door, and there stood Mr. Black, his friend I had met at the football game last Friday.
"Up on your knees Ricky," Mr. Clark ordered, "Let Steve see what we have here."
I got onto my knees in the middle of the bed while Mr. Black looked me over, my cock sticking out rock hard.
"Oh yeah, Jim," Mr. Black said, "Very nice. And I loved the video in the shower."
As Mr. Black started to remove his clothes, Mr. Clark pushed me down onto my hands and knees across the bed. He grabbed my hips and pushed the head of his cock into causing me to cry out.
Laughing, Mr. Clark said to Mr. Black, "I'll take this end to start with," and he started pounding into my ass, me moaning and crying out with each thrust.
"Okay," Mr. Black said, "I'll start with his mouth but save some ass for me." Mr. Black stood in front of me, his hard cock about nine inches starting at me. He grabbed my head and I opened my mouth and he started shoving in and out.
I was in heaven. Being spit roasted by two hunky older bears, slamming into me from both ends. Soon Mr. Clark let out a yell, shoved deep into me, and shot a big load of warm cum. Mr. Black stopped, holding his cock in my mouth, waiting for Mr. Clark to pull out. As soon as he did, Mr. Black walked around behind me, gave my ass a hard slap, and rammed his cock balls deep into me.
Mr. Clark stood and watched as Mr. Black pounded me. He picked up his camera and took a few photos. He laughed when I cried out and shot my load as Mr. Black fucked me hard. Soon Mr. Black added his large load of cum to what was already in me. As he pulled out, I collapsed onto the bed, spent.
Pulling on his sweats, Mr. Clark said, "Let's go grab a beer and let the slut rest up."
Talking and laughing, they left the bedroom. I was too exhausted to move. After a brief rest, I got up and walked into the living room. They were sitting on the sofa, drinking beer and watching some porn on the TV.
"Well," Mr. Black said, "He lives."
Laughing, Mr. Clark said, "Yeah, I guess we weren't hard enough on him. Get us another beer, Ricky."
I went to the kitchen, got two beers out of the fridge, and walked back to the living room. As I handed Mr. Clark his beer, he grabbed me and pulled me down onto his lap.
Mr. Clark grabbed my head and pressed his lips to mine. As he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I could taste the beer. I relaxed and let my tongue wrestle with his, my arms going around his neck. At the same time, Mr. Black grabbed my hardening cock and stroked it.
