I guess you ‘could say’ I was a young 18 year old, a slightly skinny adolescent with little experience of things, but that changed. This story is based upon fact with a sprinkle of fantasy. (all consensual acts) As a kid back in the 80’s we moved around with my dad’s work and spent a few years in a small village down south, not very big but close to forests and stuff so was pretty good. I wore glasses as I had a ‘lazy eye’ from quite early on and now in my late teens was keen to get rid of them as it cramped my style. My mum had been pointed in the direction of the Optician in the village who was meant to be pretty good and we went to see if he could do anything. On the first appointment he suggested that there were a number of things we could try, but he’d need to assess how bad things were first. I went back about a week later and had the normal eye test stuff done. His office and surgery room (I guess that’s what they call it?) was pretty dated, I’m guessing the average age of his normal patients was about 60! He had knackered desks and chairs in the reception area with a grotty looking coffee table piled up with magazines….some of which were surprisingly OK with various up to date car and golf mags and the odd kids comic etc… I was called through into his surgery room (he didn’t have a receptionist), it looked as old as the rest but had the same kind of stuff I’d seen in many of the other places I’d been to, charts, light boards etc… He was about late 50’s I’d guess, probably close to retirement and seemed like a nice enough guy but unless something new has happened in the world of eyes, he probably wasn’t going to be able to sort my eye out! I sat down in the test chair and he started to go through the normal tests…”read the letters in the distance, which ones can you see most clearly?”... etc…”can you see the green circles?....which is clearest?”…etc He then swung the eye contraption / frame thing around and asked me to look straight ahead through the lenses and he then said he was going to shine a light into my eyes to “see what’s going on”. The whole time he’s kind of chatting away to me asking about what I was studying, what sports I liked etc. we had both played Golf a bit, so talked about that. I’m leaning forward looking through the lens contraption and he’s shining the light peering into my right eye, I can feel his breath against my face and he says “blink please”, it sent a shiver down by side…”and again please” it was just a firm soft whisper right into my ear and my whole right side kind of squirmed in the seat. “Blink again please”. His breath was still there against the side of my face…”and again please”….I had shivers every time he asked. “OK, now the other side”….he wheeled his little stool around in front of me to my left hand side and did exactly the same thing…”blink for me please”…the feeling wasn’t the same and I bit my lip a little to stop myself reacting to it anyway. It was ticklish. He glided over to his desk thing and selected a few lenses from the tray, then scooted back over to me, all the time throwing in some conversation about Golf or football. After slotting a lens into the contraption he asked me to look through and straight forward. “Same thing again, I’m going to shine a light into your eye this time look at the white dot that you will see when the lights go out”…..The lights went out, and at the far end of the room a white dot appeared which I studied hard, as he leant into my face with his torch thing. His hand touched my cheek as he peered in holding the torch moving it around my eye. “Blink for me please”…a low soft voice into my ear and my right side twitched again…”and again for me please”…..again I twitched in my chair…it flipping tickled right down to my bones! “look away from the light to the right please”…whispered slowly …..”and up pleasssse”……..and now down pleaaassse”. I couldn’t really control myself and squirmed so much he said “ are you OK?”….”yes, just that tickled a bit” “No problem, it will be over soon”…and he switched to my left side which was not as bad as the right side but still had me twitching. After a couple of other tests he had me wait in the reception area and my Mum had come back from shopping, and was waiting to see what, if anything he could do. Surprisingly he said that we could probably make good improvement in the lazy eye by doing some simple exercises with my eye, which he explained is a only a muscle and sometimes needs training. He went and got some sheets of specially printed paper with lines and dots printed randomly and showed us how to move across the paper focussing on specific images, there was also a piece of string that he used with coloured knots…but that’s something else. Anyway, I went away to do the exercises and he booked another visit for 6 weeks’ time to see how things were going. Motivation over the 6 weeks was high because I really wanted to get away from the glasses, and I was keen to see if there was any difference. Back at the Opticians I waited in the reception area until he came out with an old dear. “Hello sunshine” he says when he sees me “go in and take your seat, I’ll be in in a moment”. Two minutes later he walks in closes the door and starts chatting about how the exercises have been going, whilst he sorts out a few things at his desk. He wheels himself over to me and goes through some of the same tests as before chatting about the weather and stuff. We start with the normal tests and a few minutes later he pulls the lens contraption over and I naturally lean into it and look through…”you know the drill then” he says, it goes dark and he starts looking into my eyes with his torch thing. Starting on the right getting right up close again and I can feel him breathing against my cheek he’s really peering into my eye moving his torch and I believe he even stands up to get a better look in there! Then, into my ear he quietly asks me to look up…OOOHHH I get the same shiver straight into my side and kidneys. I can’t help but twitch sideways. “Keep still” he says…and continues…”now look left”…again I squirm, I feel his hand touch my face as he holds his torch up close. He quickly shifts away and scoots over to his desk thing where he picks up a few lenses and a green cloth. He returns to my right and lays the cloth across my lap and places the lenses on the cloth. He picks one up and slides into the contraption then peers in again… ”looking straight ahead, is the white dot clearer now?” “a little” I say…..”good, and how about now?”…as he turns a dial on the contraption “yes that’s better” …he scoots over to the other side and does the same thing before coming back to my right. “now looking straight ahead at the light, keeping still”…he looks up into my eye again. I know what’s coming so I bite my lip to try and stop me reacting and moving, but it’s hard and I shift when he breaths into my ear asking me to look up. “stay still sunshine”…he says softly but firmly. He removes the right hand lens and I feel him place it on the cloth then pick up another one. He slides it in and gets me to look ahead again. He asks me to blink, I shiver a little and he takes out the lens placing it back on the cloth and he searches for another lens. I can feel that he can’t find the one he wants….I feel his fingers crossing the cloth through my trousers…”there it is”…he places it into the slot. “look up for me please….and down pleeassse” He’s up on his feet looking almost straight into my right eye, he can only be an inch or so away, I can feel his breath on my face he smells kind of minty! He moves around to the right peering in …”look left for me please”….OHHHHH that was too much I squirmed again…”stay still please”. He takes out the lens and places it more firmly onto the cloth, and he glides his fingers over the cloth searching for another lens. It’s pitch black apart from the white dot in the distance and my senses are growing. I feel his fingers through the cloth and onto my lap, they are shuffling in search of a lens, I start to breath slightly more heavily. His hand stops, “got it” but his hand stays there pressing a little onto my groin for a few seconds before he’s back and slotting it in place. And it’s the same again he’s in my face breathing close and telling me what to do. My senses are starting to go a little crazy I can sense myself breathing differently, more often and shallow, without moving his head away he removes the lens and puts it down onto the cloth pressing it gently into the cloth with his palm. And then starts the search for another lens. More slowly I can feel him as he moves his hand across the cloth his face is still close up to mine I can hear and feel him breathing. His hand seems to be taking a while to find the lens meanwhile I am starting to react to his breathing and the touch of his hand…..my cock is slowly starting to swell in my boxers. Oh God can he feel that? Almost instantly he picks up a lens slots it in place and we go through the same thing and my trousers are still being stretched a little as he talks into my ear. After a few seconds he scoots over to the left side and he goes through the same process, but I seem to be able to control myself better, but my bulge is still there. He switched the lights on a few moments later and scooted to his desk where he started to write some things down. “Good news, we seem to be seeing some progress sunshine”…..I wasn’t really listening “Keep up with the exercises and we’ll see you in 4 weeks…OK?”…..”Err OK” I replied and lifted myself off the seat and headed to the reception area. My mum had arrived so he popped out too and said pretty much the same thing. I tried to make sense of what had happened, if anything actually had, and the more I thought about it the more I was confused. 4 weeks later I was back in the reception area. Out he came smiling “come on in sunshine”….I went and sat in the chair, I was already breathing funny and he started chatting about the weather, Golf etc. “How’s the exercises going?”….”Err OK I think, I’m doing them as you said” “Let’s see then shall we” he scooted over with a green cloth and a handful of lenses. My chest pumped a little faster. Laying the cloth across my lap he said in a joking voice “don’t drop them it’d take a long time for you to replace them!” He started with the normal tests and I started to relax a little, he was chatty and then the white dot came on and I knew what was next. My heart pumped and my faster breathing was back as the lights went out and his face was close, really close peering into my eye. His hand reached down onto the cloth and walked across it looking for the correct lens…”it’s there somewhere” ..he said. I stirred, and his hand left the cloth placing the lens into the slot. He stood and peered sideways into my eye, his breath against my ear “look left for me pleasssse”….OHHH…..”and now look up for me pleeaaassse”….OHHH again I shivered. Staying where he was he reached across me and placed his hand onto the cloth palm down sliding it across the cloth and over my now growing bulge looking for a lens. I could feel the warmth from him as his hand stayed too long in the one place looking for it. My attention to it was broken when he said “and look down for me please”….his voice in my ear made me jerk and my hips rose up to his hand. He removed his hand with a lens and replaced it. A few moments later he scooted over to my left and went through almost the same process but it was much shorter and I didn’t react the same which gave me time to calm down a bit. He wheeled back to his desk and wrote something down, looking over his shoulder he said “looks like you’re improving, see you again in 4 weeks, keep up the exercise”….I lifted myself off the chair and started to walk out when he said.. “There are some magazines & comics there for you, if you want them?....we get given more than we need and it saves me burning them” …he pointed to a plastic bag on the floor by the door. “Err OK thanks” I said. Then he said “ohh, and by the way you won’t go blind if you use any muscle too much, believe me I’m a doctor!”……What was that meant to mean? I rode home and emptied out the bag still thinking about what had happened, there were a few magazines and comics mostly old and I’d already seen them in the reception area anyway, and then woooooaaaa!....what the hell was that? A small magazine with a naked woman leaning back over a car bonnet…called Forum. I quickly flicked through it, then realised my bedroom door was open and rushed to close it before clearing the other mags of the bed. I spent the next hour or so reading, looking and playing with myself until I was called for tea! Was it a mistake?....but I came to the conclusion that there was no way that could happen and he wanted me to have it….fair play I thought! The next four weeks went slowly but I kept the exercises going (all of them!) and was back in reception. My Mum had decided to come along, she spoke with him to pay and confirm that things were going OK. “Yes, he’s been getting along well with the exercises and they seem to be having the desired effect”…at that point he turned and nodded to me, for some reason I nodded back. “OK let see how things are now” I walked passed him to the chair and he closed the door. I was expecting him to mention something about the magazine, but nothing, he just started the basic tests and this time there wasn’t any cloth or ‘anything’. “I’m off early today, playing golf this afternoon, but all looks fine, keep the good work going” and that was it……….”errr OK” I said and left the chair. “There’s some more magazines there for you”… he said, over his shoulder. I smiled instantly and walked out where my Mum was waiting…”All good?” she said….”yep” I say….”what’s that?” she asks pointing to the carrier bag….”ohh some comics and golf mags that he gave me to read as part of the exercises”. Back at home I quickly emptied the bag and there it was, Fiesta, more pictures than the other one and pretty full on (this was only the second mag I’d ever read)….the next few minutes were interrupted when I came to a hand written piece of paper inside the mag.. “Hope you enjoyed borrowing the magazines, I would appreciate it if you could return them when you’ve finished. Alternatively you may like to swap them for others. I keep a collection of them at my allotment and I’m happy for you to exchange them. I am not there very often, so you may use a key to the shed under the grey pot by the door, it’s the shed with a weather vane on the roof. You will find them under the chair cushion” Bloody hell, I thought…. that’s great!...and I quickly locked my bedroom door. There was only one allotment in the village, I sometimes rode past it to my mates house in the next village. It was fenced off and backed onto a small wood with a footpath, and I rode down there the next day. There were about 20 sheds there, all pretty small, but in the corner at the far end backing onto the wood was a green one with a weathervane. I rode along the path and past it looking through the wire fence to see if anyone was there. I rode back again a few moments later, there were a few people digging in their patches but nobody at this one. I slowed up a little and could see a small grey pot on the floor. I rode on again and decided to disappear into the woods,my heart was pumping. I sat and watched through the trees. There was only one person left in the allotments and it was now 6pm, I’d need to go home soon. I decided to go for it and slowly walked through to the fence and hopped over it using a fallen tree to get over it. Quickly I took the key from the pot and opened the lock. I was in. The shed seemed quite large inside, there were tools scattered around a small bench with pots and other stuff on it, a small window looked down the other allotments. In the corner was a small broken leather chair with shelves behind it and small coloured boxes. I went straight to the chair and lifted the seat…there they were about 10 different magazines! I started to look through them when a dog started barking and I realised I’d better shift myself. I took the two I’d already read and put them under the cushion whilst taking two others. My heart was pumping like mad I waited until the dog had gone, opened the door stopped to check all was clear, and locked up. Going back the way I’d come over was more difficult and I panicked because it was impossible, so I needed to walk through the allotments. Thank God that the last person had gone and I was able to work my way around the edge and out. It took me two minutes to get home and 2 hours to work my way through the magazines, they were great! …I was in heaven I thought, and I definitely wanted to see the others I’d left at the shed. Saturday morning was rainy and the perfect time to go back down there, when no one would be about. I rode passed the top of the allotment and past the shed, to my surprise there were 2 or 3 people messing around in their gardens, so I rode back along the path and into the woods to wait a bit. Watching through the trees, my heart was pumping a bit, as I spied on two men talking over in one corner and a woman moving some stuff into a wheel barrow. She went to her car…that was my chance to pop over the fence and walk around to the side of the shed, I could see the two guys still talking. I picked up the key from the pot and went inside putting my bag on the floor I went to the chair lifted the cushion to find the stash of mags still there as before. I started to flick through them when I heard a noise and the next thing the door opened… “Hello sunshine”…..…it was him, I didn’t recognise him before but he was one of the two men talking earlier. “I thought you’d be back, I noticed you’d been here before”……I shuffled to my feet and was speechless “Don’t worry, you carry on I’m just pottering about. What did you choose?”….he picked up my bag and took out the mags I’d read earlier… “ohh yes, this is one of my favourites”… he started to thumb through it as I just stood there looking very sheepish. “Carry on lad , choose something to take on”… he nodded back to the chair, so I knelt down and rapidly went through the magazines there. “What was your favourite story?....I like stories more than the pictures really”…I didn’t answer. “That’s a great shot isn’t it? He was holding the mag open at a page showing a woman being fucked from behind whilst sucking another guys cock, all in a field. I just looked and said “yehhh”….. it was one of my favourites too! “Have you found anything yet?”…I got up with another copy of Fiesta., and he was thumbing his way through his mag “I may need to do a little muscle exercise myself, I’d forgotten how good this one was.” ..It took me a couple of seconds to realise what he meant, I glanced at him as he slowly stroked the front of his trousers. I didn’t know what to do or say but my thoughts were interrupted when he said “you can join me if you wish, I’m sure you’re dying to start that mag”…..with that he started to unzip his trousers and pull out his cock. Jesus, what the hell was happening now? I didn’t know what the hell to do…. ”Oohhhh come on sunshine, don’t be shy we’re all men of the world, we’ve all got one and once you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all”……… actually, I hadn’t see many and they weren’t all the same ….his was much thicker than mine as he stroked it to become fully hard, but was not as long as mine . I was actually standing there looking at him, probably with my mouth open, and he just started to slowly wank himself off in front of me, my heart was pumping hard now. “Come along, I know you want too really, it’s only natural especially for a young lad like you”…I couldn’t stop staring at it and him looking at those pictures. I started to react as my cock started to swell. I started to shift on the spot as it grew in my trousers and he looked me for the first time. “there you go, I knew you’d come round to it, it’s perfectly safe”. I still can’t believe it now, I just looked straight ahead into the mag I was holding and started to stroke myself through my jeans, I was getting hard I could feel the warmth coming through, In a few moments I was unzipping my fly and reaching into my trousers and could already feel a wet patch on my boxers. I pulled out my cock which was not easy as it had gotten so hard. I glanced across to see him simply looking at his mag and slowly wanking his own cock, I could see it’s shiny red head popping in and out of his fist. I had mine out and it felt good, I started to slide my hand up and down my cock and my breathing got faster. “There you go, it’s not that bad is it and I bet you feel much better for it”…I didn’t respond and just kept reading the story I’d started. I was getting hotter and hotter, he was standing no more than 2 feet away and I could feel his body heat too. “Ohhhh I think I’m nearly done”… he put the mag down reached into his pocket pulled out a white handkerchief and held in front of his cock, in a few seconds he started to shoot spunk into it, making small moaning noises as he did it. I was just staring at him, I’d never seen another person do that. “That was tremendous”…he put his handkerchief into his pocket and turned towards me but I didn’t dare look at him. “We will need to go soon sunshine … here, let me help”…and he turned to my side and put his right hand onto mine. I stopped my hand moving. “Let’s not waste it shall we?....we want to finish the exercise”….he moved my own hand up and down my own cock “there you are, it’s a lovely instrument you have there…you carry on reading your magazine”…so I did. He squeezed my hand a little more and moved it up and down a little faster. He then slid his hand down mine and started to put it into my jeans and tried to pull my balls out, in a few moments he was gently squeezing them which felt incredible, I swayed a little. “mmmm, you see that feels good doesn’t it?”……”uuuuhhhuhhh” I croaked back which were the first sounds I’d made for ages. He slid his hand back up to meet mine on my cock but started to push my hand off. “he moved his face to my ear and breathed.. “here let me do it for you”… . I let go of my cock and held the mag in two hands as his hand slid onto my hard cock. Again with his face right up against the side of my ear…“there you are, it’s much easier. Is this the first time someone else had ever done this for you?”…….”errr, yes” …I croaked. He slid up and down my cock making sure he kind of polished my head, which felt amazing, and I was starting to get dizzy. His speed started to increase and so did my breathing, I shuffled my feet a little…”good boy” he said quietly. I couldn’t hold it any more, I erupted and spunked all over his table, onto tools and pots…it went miles. “That’s a good boy, well done!” He slowed down and pretty much stopped, but stroked the end of my cock in small circles and then raised his finger and put it into his mouth …”mmmm”. I was stunned. I have no idea what happened next but he left my side for a second and then gave me a handkerchief. “You’ll need to clean yourself off before you leave, remember to take the magazine with you”….and then he was gone. I was still in a daze and recovering I guess, but I cleaned myself off and made my way out as quickly as I could, with my magazine! 4 weeks later In the reception area, I’m early and wait for 10 minutes before he comes out with an old guy. “OK, look forward to seeing you in 6 months” ..he said to him “that’s right 6 months for another check-up. Don’t forget your coat” and he passed the man his coat. “Right sunshine let’s see how you’re getting along”…..I followed him into his room and closed the door behind me. Sitting in the chair I waited for him to say something….but nothing. He sat writing something at his desk. “OK, lets see”….he spun around and scooted over to me…again nothing is said until …”played any golf recently?......this has been the hottest week for quite a few now”….and I just sat and responded to the boring conversation and he started the basic tests again. After 5 minutes……“look ahead at the white dot”…my heart jumped, and I perked up in the seat. He scooted over to the desk and came back with the cloth and some lenses. He placed the cloth across my lap and rested the lenses onto it. The light went out. “Looking straight ahead”…he moved his face right up against mine and switched his little torch on….peering into my eyes…”look up please”…I feel his breath on my face…”and now down please”….he stands up from his stool and comes to the side a little still with his face up close to me …”and now to the left pleeeaaasse”…he whispers into my ear….I shudder. He reaches across to the cloth and places his hand onto it for a lens, he feels across it and finds my bulge. I’m already getting hard he must feel it. He grazes across it and brings the lens fitting it into the slot. “Look straight ahead please…..and now up please”…..his warm breath is on my cheek and his hand presses my cheek. He moves again and is at my side peering into my eye his voice and breath now into my ear…”and to the left pleaaassseee”…I aquirm again in my seat. “sit still”….he reaches across again keeping his face close to mine. His hand contact the cloth and he spreads his fingers. There is no movement searching for a lens, he just closes his hand a little around my long bulge and starts to move his had up and down. Ohhhh mmmyyyy God. Its pitch black in the office I can feel his warm breath up close on my cheek and it’s shallow and getting faster….so is mine. His hand gently gripping my cock and moving slowly but firmly up and down, he’s wanking me through my trousers. “That’s it my boy, you like that don’t you?”…..”uuuhhh hhhuu” is all I can say as my breathing gets quicker. “You’re a big boy aren’t you, and you like me touching you….don’t you?”….again “uuuhhh hhhuu” is all I can grunt. My head is spinning. He continues to wank me off in silence, all I can feel and hear is his breath up against my ear. He moves his hand a little faster and grips a little harder, occasionally rubbing his thumb over the end and I can feel I’m getting wet. “Are you going to spunk for me sunshine?”….I didn’t answer….”lets get you to spunk in those nice boxers of yours” I was getting dizzy again, I closed my eyes and just felt his breathing against my face and then the urge to explode but I couldn’t, and then I felt that surge of liquid pump out of my cock into my shorts, my legs and hips shuddering. “That’s it, well done”…he gave me a squeeze and scooted off to his desk. He still hadn’t switched the lights on, I could feel the warm spunk turning a little cold in my shorts and didn’t know what was going to happen next. I could see him at his desk from the dim glow of the white light at the end of the room. “Good news and bad news. I believe that your eye has improved very nicely, however I’m not sure if you can stop wearing glasses just yet. Carry on with the exercises and let’s see you again in 6 weeks.” I still didn’t move, and he still had his back to me sitting at his desk….“give my regards to your mother”…..That was my signal to leave, so I got out the chair and walked out knackered, wet and confused. That night and for the next 3 or 4 I went over and over what happened and the more I did the more it turned me on, should I really be feeling that, it can’t be right? At the weekend I decided I’d go and see if I could get another mag. Riding past the shed again there were a few people around but not many so I decided to wait a while behind some trees. A couple of people left and I couldn’t wait so took my chance and jumped over the fence. I tried to look natural in case I was seen and was at the shed door quite quickly. It was already unlocked. I knocked, no answer, so I pushed the door open but there was nobody there so I walked in and closed the door. Almost immediately the door opened behind me. “I thought it was you, good job I didn’t have my cricket bat with me I might have clobbered you by mistake!”…he seemed quite happy..…”just in time for a drink, I’ve been lumbering that barrow around enough for now…move on in…sit yourself down sunshine” I shifted to the seat and sat whilst he came over and reached across me for a box. He took a couple of plastic cups and a bottle from it and put them on the bench. “You’ll join me won’t you?”…he poured the brownish liquid from the bottle into both cups as I said “uurr not really” “Of course you will, a chap can’t drink alone”…he passed it to me…”cheers”…..I tried it and it was disgusting. I coughed. “Ohhh not partial to Brandy…I’ve got some coke here I think”…still coughing I said “no…no …that’s OK”..it was my first taste of alcohol but I didn’t want to admit it. “Good boy, it won’t kill you”….he stood and looked at me as I tried a little more which tasted a little better and I didn’t cough. “Come on then, let’s have a look at the collection shall we”…he ushered me off the seat, lifted the cushion then pulled out a couple of mags. He passed one to me, stood back by the door, had another drink …..”right let’s see what we have here”… He started to thumb through the pages, slid his hand onto his crotch and started to stroke himself. “come on sunshine, sit yourself down and drink up, we’ve not got all day!”….I drank the last from the cup sat down in the chair, the drink was still pretty bad, and opened up the mag. Actually, I’d read it before but it was still pretty good and I felt the warmth growing in my jeans. I glanced across to him and he had his hand in his trousers and was slowly playing with himself. I was soon doing the same and within a few moments I was hard and I needed to take my cock out….”I bet that feels better?”….. he’s looking at me with his hand slowly wanking his fat cock. Then suddenly the moment is broken as the door opens… “Ohh…I see you’ve started without me!”……says a man looking into the shed. “Stop messing around Tom, and come in”….Tom is an old guy (I guessed 60’s) and I was sure I’d seen him talking with ‘the doc’ before. “Well this looks cosy, I hope I’m not too late?”………”just pour yourself a drink and take a look at this” says the Doc. He passes him his cup and his magazine. “don’t mind if I do”…he says. I have no idea what is going on, I’m stuck in the chair with my cock in my hand, which is now pretty soft. The Doc shuffles over to me as the space is now pretty tight and perches on the arm of the seat. “Sunshine here shares our interest in literature….isn’t that right?”….he nods to me…”eerrr yeehhh” I say. “That’s nice” says Tom, he’s looking a little red in the face and I can see him reaching down to his groin. He starts to stroke himself and looks at me smiling. “Now where were you before Tom interrupted?”….he leaned in and pointed to an image of two women sucking a huge black cock….”wow that’s a beauty, I bet that could do some damage!”…it was a massive cock and she looked like she was having a good time. I Iooked down again and there was my cock sitting up nicely in front of the magazine…..”and I bet that could do some damage too in a few years”….he tapped the end of my cock. I twitched. He flicked it again, and then reached a little lower into my trousers, into my pants pushing them down and pulled out my balls, squeezing them a little. I was really hard hard now. He put his face up to my cheek. “Have you ever had a blow job?”….I didn’t answer….”has anyone ever sucked your cock?”….”ummmm no” I said sheepishly. “Tom there gives the best blow job, even better than my wife!”….I couldn’t believe what he was saying, Tom looked over, wanking his cock and smiled. “Would you like Tom to give you one?”…I wa shocked ….”errr no, not really”..I said “Of course you do….come on Tom show him how good you are…it’s all good fun and you’ll love it. I shifted in the seat and tried to get up but Doc put his hand across my shoulder to keep me down. Tom moved in front of me and lowered himself onto his knees, placing his hands on my knees. “You’ll love it, I promise”…Tom pulled my legs apart and shuffled forward lowering his head into my groin. I felt his tongue trace my cock, and then his whole mouth went down onto it and he started moving his head up and down. Ohh my God it was incredible! He took my balls in his hand and started squeezing them….OOOHHHH that felt incredible too. “You see, I told you you’d like it”…he whispered it into my ear and he slid his hand from my shoulder down onto my chest and started to stroke me, then raised his hand up to my face tracing my face with a finger and then my lips and then pushed his finger gently into my mouth. He slowly pushed it in and out whilst Tom was sucking my cock, Tom pulled my jeans down a little more and pulled me forward on the seat, then lowered his head between my legs and started to lick between my legs, right up and around my bottom. He was back onto my cock, I was feeling very dizzy I don’t know if it was the drink or just what was happening and I could feel myself getting ready to spunk. He could probably feel me getting bigger because I exploded again, but this time it was into his mouth. Tom pulled his face away…”OOOhhh yesss…there he blows!” I was shaking in the seat. “There, wasn’t that the best feeling….I told you he was good”…I just sat nodding and shaking. He continued to trace my face with his finger. “Now would you like to do the same to me?”…it took a few seconds for me to realise what he was saying.. “Come on, I can teach you…it’s quite simple and you’ll like it”….he went behind the chair…”why don’t you turn around and kneel on the chair, it will be more comfortable” I was still dizzy, as he held my shoulders in both hands and turned me around, I knelt on the seat and was facing him and his cock. His cock was kind of soft and he started stroking it in front of my face…..”you’ve seen it before…it won’t bite” It was getting bigger and the tip grew so much that it was an inch from my face and I could smell it. “Why don’t you start by licking it….slowly from the tip down”….I opened my mouth and put my tongue out….he pushed forward a little…”there you are, it’s all fine…that’s it lick it like a lolly, nice and slow”….he started to stroke my head. “That’s it, good boy….now maybe put your mouth over it like Tom did”….I went back to the tip and opened my mouth wider putting his cock into it. He pressed my head down a little. “There, that’s a good lad….keep going up and down…..mmmmm that feels lovely ….a little faster….mmmm that’s good. Are you sure this is your first time?.....I wasn’t able to answer, I was somehow trying not to gag, there was saliva everywhere as he started to pump his cock into my mouth….I was happy he thought it was good, and kept going. Then I felt a hand on my back, I’d completely forgotten about Tom. His hand stroked my lower back and then slid down my bottom, it was then joined by the other hand. He stroked my bum cheeks and then one hand went between my legs and up to my balls. He started to squeeze them and stroked my cock too…..OHHHH I tried to moan. “Keep going, theres a good lad….nice and firm with your mouth…mmmm…..now lick me again”….I came away with my mouth and started to lick his cock, I looked up to see him looking down at me with a kind of smile on his face, he pushed me down to his balls…”yes…that’s nice”. Tom was still stroking my bum and my cock behind me, then he stopped and I felt him move, he was kneeling behind me and pushed his face in between my legs. Spreading my legs wider he forced his face into my bum and was starting to lick my crack, working his tongue up and down to my balls. I squirmed and he pulled my hips back onto his face. “Ohh you like that….Tom, he likes it”….he then lifted my head …”go back onto my cock son”…and I was back sucking him again. I could feel Tom behind me still using his tongue to explore my bottom and I was hard again. He stood up, and I felt his hand move on to my back leaving his other one between my bum cheeks, he was sliding his finger up and down my bum crack, sliding it further and further in until I felt his finger press onto my hole. He circled around it pressing a little harder. I tried to lift my head up. “Don’t do that sunshine…it’s all fine,,,,,,we won’t hurt you…you’ll love it”…he kept his hand on my head and Tom kept his hand pressed on my back. The finger was working it’s way around and around, the next thing I felt was a cold splash of liquid on my bum and it ran down my bum crack. I lifted my hips, and Tom pressed my back down again, his finger was still pressing into my crack with the tip pressing onto my hole moving in circles.….Arrgghhhh…it went into me. Tom pressed my back down again and pushed his finger a little further. “It’s OK….it’s all done….it will feel great from now on”…Tom started to slowly move his finger out…but not all the way…it went in and out slowly, moving in small circles….it was very different. His other hand moved from my back and it went between my legs and squeezed my balls…I was hard again. “Isn’t that nice…..I told you it would be nice….good lad”…..I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me stroking my head…”now see if you can make me spunk as much as you did!”