Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2017 17:34:01 +0000
From: John <bokjay123@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Immigrants 12 of 12 --Section - Beginnings

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The Immigrants 12 -- Postscript

Despite the regular encounters on Sundays, that was the only time Stuart
enjoyed his workers in a sexual sense. Once the three of them had moved
out, the opportunity left too. At work he tried very hard never to give sex
a thought. When naked bodies did intrude on his consciousness during hot
days when everyone removed shirts, he endeavoured not to stare and
lust. With having Stefan living with him, there developed a slight distance
between them, at least in his mind.

But for every rule, there are always exceptions. On a few occasions through
the year circumstances came together totally out of the blue and let him
sample the delights he craved.

~~~~~~~

Four of them were working at a house one day. The occupants were home and
in and out of the house regularly, the chap doing some gardening and the
woman hanging out washing and other chores.

Miro came over to him. "Boss, I need to pee," he complained.

"Go have a look around the back, there might be a corner somewhere."

If they were working at houses, they never asked to use the toilet inside
the house and rarely was there any formal outside one.  A couple of minutes
later Miro appeared again, Stuart could tell by the look on his face that
he couldn't find anywhere.

"Nothing?" he asked.

"There is, but maybe they will come out and see me," he said nodding
towards the house.

"Where is it?

"At the side of the garage, there is a gap next to the hedge," he
explained.

"Go on, they won't see you." encouraged Stuart.

But Miro shook his head, obviously too shy to chance it.

"Well you can't pee your pants," laughed Stuart.

"Boss, you come and stand at the end, so if they come out they not see me,"
he shrugged wondering what he thought of the idea.

He was in obvious discomfort, probably been holding it for some
time. Still, he laughed at his predicament but walked round the rear of the
garage with Miro almost hopping along behind.

At the back of the garage was a two-foot gap between the building and a
hedge separating it from the neighbours. Being so conservative Miro did not
want to risk being seen by the householders taking anything to the dustbin
or going back in the garden.

"Okay, get in there," he told him, "I will stand covering the end"

With relief written all over his face, he squeezed into the gap and moments
later Stuart could hear the heavy long stream against the wall and
shrubs. A minute later it stopped and he expected him to come out. The
silence made him turn to see him, head up and eyes closed.

"What's wrong?"

"I get big waiting for so long, now it not go down. Big problem!"

"Come on, let's go back," said Stuart not wanting another headache,
especially one like this.

"No, no," he said urgently. "They see me big in my pants, maybe they think
we doing something here."

"Well come back when it goes down then."

"No, don't go!" he panicked, "maybe they come out of house and I am here
like this."

Now Stuart shrugged and was about to move off and leave him to sort it out.

"Boss don't go, you help me," he pleaded.

"How I can help you?"

"You good for helping this." He turned and exposed his dick fully hard.

"Please Boss, you can do it."

Butterflies immediately began beating in his stomach as his eyes feasted on
Miro's dick. He hadn't seen in months since he left and now the sight
brought back memories of all those wonderful times in the bedroom.

He was right, the owners could come out of the house at any moment. The
idea made him positively start shaking with nerves. But the gears had
already started turning in his brain and the will to resist evaporated
before his eyes.

Without a backwards glance, he pushed into the gap with Miro and went down
on his knees. A second later he was taking it in his mouth and a second
after that Miro's hands were holding the back of his head as he fucked him
hard.

Thirty seconds later his mouth was filling with a very large load. Quickly
he pulled out and his dick miraculously went limp and back into his pants.
All told it hadn't taken a minute yet with the risk of being discovered,
the thrill factor imprinted it into his memory forever.

"Thanks Boss," he said formally as they walked back to where they were
working.

As they passed the back door, it opened and the woman stepped out.

"Excuse me, can I have a word," she asked.

Stuart nearly died on the spot.

"We've been thinking, can we change the shape of the path around the
front?"

"Yes of course," answered Stuart.

"Oh that's good, would you mind coming in and discussing it with my husband
and you can tell us how much extra it will be."

He could think of no excuse and had to follow. He tried not to speak and
when he did, keep his words as brief as possible. Stood in the living room
all he could think about was the smell of cum on his breath that he was
sure they would get a whiff. What the hell would be going through their
minds?

~~~~~~

Another house, another employee.

Stuart and Wit were delivering materials for a new job they would be
starting the next day. As there were a few bags of cement Stuart asked if
he could leave them in the garage in case it rained. The lady of the house
said it would not be a problem and opened it up. Half way through unloading
the lady came out again, but this time carrying a big tray with tea and
scones.

"I'm going into town to do some shopping and then pick my husband up from
work. I think you'll be gone when we get back, so just leave it in the
garage. You can close the door when you've finished can't you?"

They thanked her for the goodies and took a break. The day was hot but
close and sticky. As they sipped at their tea, it began spitting with
rain. At first, it was really big spots and then it steadily got heavier
and heavier. Quickly they moved into the garage for shelter. Soon it got
very dark and the rain came down in torrents.

"Look! You don't often see it rain like that," exclaimed Stuart. It was so
hard that the bouncing rain made it appear like a mist was covering the
ground. An odd car drove slowly by with headlights on.

Wit was stood next to him, just behind. They looked out at the storm not
speaking. After some time, Wit nudged him with his hip.

"Want to go swimming?" he joked.

"No need to take a bath when you get home," countered Stuart, pushing his
bum back against him.

"Okay, take off your clothes and go outside," said Wit, nudging him again.

Stuart didn't say anything but nudged him back.

Some electric shock jolted, he wasn't sure at first but has he bumped
again, he could feel something sticking out where there shouldn't have
been.

Without turning, he transferred his mug to the other hand and let his hand
reach behind and feel what the bump was.

Wit laughed, "I don't know why, it just came up," he explained as Stuart
found a big hard-on across his hip.

"Must have been thinking about getting naked," joked Stuart.

Neither spoke for a few moments. Then Wit bumped him again and Stuart
pushed back. They played this silly game for a while till Wit leant into
him, putting his hand around his shoulder.

Stuart bumped him again. "Still there, not gone away then?"

Wit's hand slowly dropped down his back and hooked onto his waist.

"No, not gone. Now thinking of this," he said, pushing his hand inside his
jeans and squeezing an arse cheek.

Stuarts own dick began to harden as he thought of Wit's big dick and
Sundays back at the house. He leant into him feeling behind and kneaded his
dick as he did the same to his arse.

But he panicked a little when Wit reached around to undo the front button
and zip. It was a black as night outside but even so. He broke free and
looked around, at the back of the garage was a workbench so they moved
behind it. Nobody would be able to see in and the bench screened them
anyway.

Wit tried again and this time he didn't stop him. He pushed down his briefs
at the back and played with his bum getting Stuart really horny. Moving to
stand square behind and Stuart guessed what would be coming next.

"No not dry, it's impossible," he explained.

Wit paused for a moment and then went to the tray where the lady had put
some curls of butter for the scones.

"This make it not dry," he said, putting a couple of butter curls on his
fingers and then wiping between Stuart's legs. He unzipped and pulled out
his dick and wiped another piece of butter over that. Stuart gasped, not
properly remembering just how big he was and slightly worried, as it had
been some time since anyone had fucked him. But whatever the size, at that
moment he really wanted it so badly.

Wit held his hips firmly and pushed slowly but in one continuous thrust,
not stopping till his hips were pushing against his cheeks. Stuart drew a
long breath as it entered, fighting against any involuntary action to clamp
shut and feeling on the verge of exploding with the fullness. But once he
was fully inside he couldn't help but squeeze and relax, making Miro gasp
and hiss through his teeth. He pushed his face against his neck, nibbling
his ear and giving him a peck on the side of his face. Stuart was being
lifted to heaven.

Then Wit gave a little cry and he could feel him unload inside. It had been
so quick for him, but Stuart felt short changed. Over almost before it
started. He missed this so much yet the first occasion he let it happen and
he felt left high and dry.

"Sorry Boss for that," his breath warm against his ear.

"Sorry for what?"

"For wanting to make sex with you."

"Why sorry?" Stuart didn't understand.

"Maybe you not like me do this." His voice trailed off as if he wanted to
say more but couldn't.

Slowly he pulled out. Stuart suddenly felt upset, not so much for the lack
of enjoyment, but more from what Wit appeared to want to say but didn't.

"I don't understand, why I would not like it?"

Wit shrugged. "I don't know, but maybe you not like when I do like this."
He turned away so as not to look him in the eye.

"Wit! Do I have to spell it out? Just get this straight once and for all, I
wish you would do this every single day, twice every day! I always loved
you doing it. You think I was just trying to help you out, you and Jan?
Some kind of charity for overseas workers!"

Wit's eyebrows rose. "You really like it?"

"Of course I do you idiot!" He moved closer just inches from his
face. "Understand this, I love you fucking me, okay? I wish you fucked me
all the time! I love your big cock! Okay, you understand now, you get it?"

"I didn't know, I mean I was not sure," he stammered, embarrassed at it
being put so bluntly.

"Well I do, okay, I like it. Tell me you understand once and for all."

He looked sheepish and looked away for a second. Then he turned back.

"Okay, I understand. You like it." He paused for a while and then
grinned. "And I like it."

Stuart melted immediately. They looked at each other for what seemed an
age. Then Wit took hold of his hand and placed it on his dick.

"Hard again Boss," he grinned.

"And?" said Stuart, now warmly.

"We do again?" he asked hopefully.

"Properly this time!" responded Stuart.

Wit grinned and turned him around.

He was hard but not ready to cum so fast. He ground and twisted around,
digging in all directions. Leaning over his back, his face against the side
of Stuarts, biting his ear and giving him pecks to his cheeks as Stuart
turned his face towards him.

"You like my cock Boss? You like big cock?" he whispered.

"Yes!" groaned Stuart, his throat rasping.

"I fuck you everyday Boss?"

"Yes I like!" panted Stuart.

"Nobody fuck you since we live with you?"

"No-one since you."

"And Jan, he not fuck you?"

"No, nothing since you lived at the house."

"How about Jan, you like him fuck you too?"

"Yes, I like you both fuck me, same as you did at my place."

"Really?"

"Yes, twice a day is good, all day better, fuck me all day, both of you,"
gasped Stuart, helping to talk them both to orgasm.

"All day?" breathed Wit, building to cum.

"Yes, fuck me all day. If you not fuck me, I suck you, I suck you both."

Wit gasped and held him tight. His body shook as he came once, twice, and
again. All his weight fell across Stuart for a while before he picked
himself up. Still inside he reached around and began to wank Stuart
vigorously. All the time he whispered questions about his cock if he could
feel it, was it big enough and did he want more.

Stuart came like few times before. It was magnificent. A new side to Wit in
talking so sexy while screwing him, it was an amazing turn on.

Slowly he pulled out. "Good?" asked Stuart.

"Good Boss, very good," he smiled.

He looked around to find something to wipe the cum off his hand.

"What's wrong? Lick it!"

Wit looked at him and frowned.

"How many times you cum in my mouth Wit? Go on, lick it. You are a big guy
but really you are a wimp," he laughed. "You never tasted cum before?"

"Well yes, my own once."

"Go on, taste mine then, show me you like sex with me."

He pondered for a moment or two, and gingerly lifted his hand. A moment of
hesitation passed before he licked one finger and then more at ease, the
next.

"So? Not too bad?"

Wit grinned. "No Boss, not too bad. It's fine, no problem."

"Next time then, take it direct from my cock," he joked but meaning
it. "Like I did with you," he reminded.

"Okay, next time Boss. No problem now, sure," he grinned.

There was enough tea left in the pot although it was now lukewarm and half
a scone each to finish off with.

"Wit, you ever mention to Jan about having sex with me?"

"No Boss, never. You ever tell Jan about me?"

"I never talk about what goes on in my bed."

"That's good Boss. I like that."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

When things went wrong


Towards the end of the year, he was extending the car parking for a new out
of town store. The section was split up into bays and they were concreting
alternate ones. He had ordered the first delivery for 10 a.m. but due to a
breakdown in the plant, the first truck didn't arrive till after 2 p.m.
Stuart knew it was going to be a late finish but it had to be done.

With two of the three bays almost completed, it began raining. The forecast
was for a possibility of showers but they were in for a heavy lashing. The
first bay was hastily covered up and as far as they could the second
too. Then things began to go wrong. Further over on the existing car park,
the drains were blocked or not coping and the water began to flow over
their work area. There was no way he could stop it and as it flowed by
them, all the cement began to wash out of the concrete. If left it would
just crumble when dry and break up. They were all soaked but he could not
leave it like that.

He took the decision to dig up the top half of what they had already
completed and lay as the bottom half of the remaining bays. He could put
the tarpaulins directly on the rough surface then, and come back on another
day and do the finishing to the top half. It was soul destroying to dig up
what had already been completed, but it was the only chance to save the
materials that had been delivered. And work in the pouring rain to boot.

It was already dark when they finished and Stuart was exhausted,
totally. He felt like someone had punched him in the stomach and he
couldn't make any conversation with his crew.

Wit and Jan realised the situation and told him they could make it right
later. They were right, he would just have to skim the top off in a couple
of days, but that didn't lift his spirits in the least.

When they got to the yard, Stefan had already left some time ago. He was
going to drop them off, but they insisted he come in and have coffee and
change. It was easier to carry on home, but when a shiver ran over him, he
felt like he really wanted to get warm. They went to Jan and Wit's
room. Miro said he was exhausted too and wanted to take a rest, leaving the
three of them.

"Boss, take a shower, make you feel better," insisted Jan.

"No point, I don't want to get back into my wet clothes again," he argued.

"I can give you, no problem. Not good to stand around like that. Come, we
take shower and get warmed up." He manoeuvred him towards the cubicle,
helping him to get out of his gear.

He joined Stuart in the shower, but he was not surprised.

"Bad day today Boss, but it's okay we can make it right tomorrow." He tried
to bring him around, making little jokes but nothing induced him to come
out of his depression.

Stuart just stood letting the warm water wash over himself, but Jan
finished washing and rinsed off.

"Boss, turn around, I wash your back," and he pushed him around to face the
other way.

Stuart felt out of himself, he could feel Jan soaping him down but at the
same time, it was if he was far away and his body was another person in
some way. He knew he was feeling weird but couldn't snap out of it. It was
if he was half asleep and floating.

"You like me washing?" he asked brightly.

"Yes" he answered but in fact, he couldn't feel anything. He knew he should
be thrilled at being soaped, but no sensations registered at all.

"How is this Boss, I never visit this for a long time, does it miss me?" He
felt his hands vaguely around his bum, but he didn't answer.

"You always like before, maybe this will make you happy again." He paused
for a while. "Boss I not like to see you like this, let me make you feel
good again".

Stuart became aware that he was overbalancing so he braced himself against
the wall. Only afterwards did he realise Jan was fucking him. He could
barely feel it, but if it pleased Jan he didn't mind, he didn't mind
anything in the whole world anymore.

He felt a warmth inside as he came, but it didn't turn him on and his dick
remained quite flaccid.

"There Boss, feel good now?" he said brightly, pleased with himself.

Stuart grunted something and found himself alone in the cubicle.

"Still enjoying the water? Thought you would have seen enough today," he
laughed

Wit pushed him to the side of the cubicle to get under the
showerhead. Stuart looked at him, his dick shrunk but even as he stared,
growing longer in the warm water. There was something really wrong; he
should have been turned on by now. That same dick fucked him in the garage
a couple of months previously and he couldn't get enough. Now it was if he
was looking at a photograph rather than the guy standing next to him,
brushing against his body in the close confines.

"You have been here for a long time and you still have cement in your
hair." Wit took some shampoo and rubbed it into Stuart's hair. "How about
the rest, did you not wash?" He asked, his soapy hands running down his
body.

A distant vision of his little brother standing in a large bowl being
washed by his mother sprang into his mind. He turned and let Wit wash his
back not bothering to tell him it had already been done.

Hands did the backs of his legs and then fingers ran over his crack.

He noticed Wit breath deeply as he seemed to itch his nose. Wit was
speaking but he couldn't make out what was being said at first, his voice
had gone up an octave.

"Jan just fuck you in here?" he asked astonished.

There was no need to lie about anything. "Yes, I think so."

"Wow, I didn't know." There was excitement now in his voice.

Again he felt fingers probing him.

"You like me Boss?" he asked but already gently bending him over a little.

Stuart didn't answer, resigned to knowing what was coming next.

This time he could feel it, filling him up almost to being uncomfortable,
but it didn't excite and his dick remained soft. It was a situation he
could only have dreamt of but at this moment it was meaningless for
him. Wit finished rather quickly and pulled out, continuing to soap himself
down.

He told himself to leave and left Wit behind.

"Here Boss, your coffee ready now, come and sit down." He patted the bed
holding the mug for him.  He took it and sipped.

"Here, you wear these" he handed him some briefs. They were a couple of
sizes too small but he put them on anyway.

He had a TV switched on, but he couldn't follow it. Jan pulled out the
pillow for him to lean on. It was only a single bed, so they were in close
contact as Jan watched the programme.

Stuarts mind began to work, he had sex with both of them and yet he hardly
felt anything. He should have been out of his mind with lust but there was
nothing. There was definitely something wrong with him.

Wit came out, a short towel wrapped around his waist. Jan gestured to the
remaining mug and he came over to the bed. He pushed Stuart up and took the
pillow, putting it against the bed head, then lay across the top part
diagonally and pulled Stuart's head down onto his stomach to replace the
pillow.

Jan and Wit exchanged comments about the TV programme while Stuart tried to
drag himself out of this stupor.

They had left his house going on six months and every Sunday since without
fail had he missed the sex. At long last it had happened again and already
he could barely remember anything. When Wit had him in that garage, he had
been electrified. It had been excellent; how he wished it had been the same
a few minutes back.

The fact that his body appeared to have stopped working properly began to
worry. Purposely he tried thinking of all the sexist encounters he had
had. He let his mind wonder and he drifted off over the past year trying to
recall everything that had really turned him on.

Jan was lying next to him, his head propped up on his elbow to watch the
TV. His voice nudged him out of his thoughts.

"My pants Boss, they are really too small," he laughed. "You are coming out
of them!" He reached down to squeeze his cock and it was a bit of a
surprise for Stuart to find he had a hard on.

Jan was amused, the head was out of the elastic and as tight as they were,
the fabric was held away from his legs.

"You so big Boss, my pants you break them I think." He reached under the
elastic and pulled out his dick. "Wow, I never see you before so big."

It made Stuart think, he probably hadn't as all their sex had been under
the sheets. He had felt it many times but seen it only a few.

"Who is more big, you or Wit?  He didn't wait for an answer from either of
them but reached over Stuart and lifted Wit's towel. He was soft, but he
grabbed it and started waving it around.

"I am sure Wit bigger than you, but maybe you more big."

"Wit, you bigger than Boss?"

Wit reached and took his dick back from Jan, and absently began lifting it
then letting it fall with a slap on his stomach.

"You bigger Wit?" he asked once more.

"I don't know, maybe, maybe not."

Jan went back to lifting Stuart's dick and also letting it fall, but it
didn't slap down as it immediately tried to bounce back up again.

Wit continued playing and one time instead of falling to the right, it fell
to the left letting the end brush against Stuart's face. Wit didn't appear
to realise and continued playing. A short while later it did the same again
only now it was a little longer and the end touched his lower lip.

Without thinking, Stuart blew a stream of air before Wit picked it up and
let it drop again. After the second time, it fell again and touched his
face and he repeated blowing on the end.

Wit took it back, but then purposely lowered it again slowly. Stuart
watched it descend and immediately exhaled his breath towards it. Wit held
it an inch from his face, allowing him to continue bathing it in warm
air. His dick began to expand and harden. When he tapped the side of his
face it was like a piece of wood. Now it was long enough to touch his nose
and fall over his lips. On automatic, Stuart darted out his tongue before
Wit took it back.

But now Wit began to raise and lower it for him to do it time and
again. Jan who had gone back to the TV and playing with Stuarts dick
eventually looked up and saw what was happening.

"You suck him Boss?" he said astonished.

Then he changed tack, "Boss, you suck Wit's dick!"  Obligingly Wit lowered
his dick to his face and tapped him.

"Oh yes Boss, you suck Wit," chimed Jan getting really excited.

When nothing happened he moved a little and pushed Stuarts head against
Wit's cock.

"Suck him Boss, I want see you suck Wit's big cock."

Stuart though did nothing. Not until Jan pushed his head once more and Wit
leant towards him so that it pushed into his face. It was easier just to
open his mouth and let him in.

"Oh yes, that is fantastic, so sexy! How is it Wit, very nice?"

"Of course," answered Wit slowly. "Beautiful, very beautiful."

Jan pushed Stuart on his side towards Wit. "Boss, how much you can suck?
You can take all?"

Wit took the question and began to slowly fuck his mouth. It seemed to turn
Jan on even more. Till now, it was Wit who was always turned on knowing he
had had sex with Jan, now it was Jan's turn to get turned on watching the
two of them for the first time.

"I think Wit's cock bigger than you Boss," he said, now pulling down his
briefs to let it out unrestricted. He pushed them off with his foot while
squeezing and occasionally wanking him.

Jan pushed him further onto his side, and Wit supported his head with his
hand helping him to take more of his dick. Stuart felt Jan's knee push his
legs apart and his fingers playing with his hole.

"Boss, you so good, I like see you sucking Wit, very sexy," he whispered to
him. Then he felt Jan's dick slide inside. As he started thrusting, Wit
wondered what was going on.

"You fucking?" he asked.

"It's so sexy watching Boss suck you, I want to join."

Now Wit raised himself up to watch Jan. It was not the first time he had
been in the same bed when he fucked Stuart, but it was the first time he
was able to watch everything.

This was a dream for Stuart and gradually he came too. Even after twice in
the shower, Jan's new enthusiasm felt very good.

"Good Boss?" asked Wit. Stuart pulled off for a moment. "Yes, fantastic."
Wit pushed his head back down and continued trying to get it all down his
throat.

"How is it Jan?"

"Oh, so good. Push your cock in more, I want to see Boss take all your
cock."

Of course, it would not all fit in, nowhere near. Stuart was gagging every
thrust or so, but it didn't stop him letting Wit try harder, he loved it.

Released from trying to keep his sex quiet from Wit, Jan came noisily and
then fell back on his bit of the bed. Wit must have been waiting for him to
finish as he quickly pulled his dick from Stuart's mouth and moved down the
bed, then pushed back Stuart legs to his chest and immediately thrust into
his ass.

Jan dropped off the bed to the floor, then knelt at the side and watched
the action closely for a while before going off to the bathroom.

As Wit hammered his arse, he couldn't help but comment, "So now Jan knows."

"And did it turn him on," he laughed. "Yes, now we all equal, all open,
no?"

Stuart didn't answer, he was in seventh heaven getting filled to
bursting. He opened his eyes to find Jan standing at the side of the bed,
pulling his head onto his dick. The smell of the shower soap hit his
nostrils as he began sucking him, for the very first time.

Wit fucked him silently, but Jan was talkative seemingly at whatever he
did.

"Oh Boss, that is so good. I like too much." He reached and pulled Stuart
onto his dick and found he could take it all. Being smaller did not make it
less thrilling for Stuart, having his face ground into his abdomen and
feeling his balls banging his chin was wonderful.

When Wit finished, Jan took his place keeping him in the same position. He
didn't expect to feel him after Wit, but he could. Wit stood to the side
and watched while he played with his dick, which amazingly kept hard.

Stuart kept looking at him, and at the big dick that he had twice
already. Jan was taking much longer on this run. His mouth didn't need
another cock inside, it was already aching, but he wanted more.

"Wit, come stand next to me, wank yourself." He hesitated.

"Wit, come here and wank, make you cum on my face".

He thought about it for a few moments. "I'll try Boss, not sure I can make
again now."

"Yes you can, I want to taste your juice," He wasn't pleading, he was
ordering.

Wit moved and half leant over the bed and began wanking above his face.

"Yes Boss, very sexy, I like very much," said Jan.

It was the spur Jan needed to finish and he fucked hard and very
noisily. Lust got back into Wit and he pulled himself furiously.

"Boss, I cum now," he cried

"Me too Boss," echoed Jan

Stuart was on the edge himself although he hadn't touched his cock. But now
he grabbed it as their climaxes came.

"Oh, Boss!" wailed Wit as he backed off a bit so he could aim his cock
directly onto his face.

Again he moaned and a big splat of cum landed ocross his nose and cheek.

"Oh so sexy," cried Jan. "I cum too now."

Wit finished coming over his face, spreading it around with his cock. Jan
collapsed exhausted onto him, preventing him from wanking himself to a
finish. But mentally it was bliss, better than he had ever imagined.

Jan slowly pushed himself off still breathing hard.

"You not cum Boss?"

Slightly deflated with not being able to finish with them, "No, I was
waiting for you to suck it."

Jan looked shocked.

"Yes why not, you just fucked my lights out, why not help me?"

"Yes" chimed in Wit, "you help Boss and suck him."

"You too, you can both suck me."

Jan began to laugh. "Yes you as well Wit, I not do this by myself."

Neither moved.

"I'm waiting, or that's the last fuck you ever have with me," he threatened
light-heartedly.

Stuart was sure separately either of them they would, but together they
were reluctant.

"Come on!" he gave a last try.

"Go on Jan, you can do it," echoed Wit.

"I will if you do with me."

Awkwardly they knelt on either side of the bed

One last hesitation as his dick was next to their faces. He whacked both of
them, then pushing it into the mouth of both. Neither resisted, kind of
allowing him so they could feel they "didn't do it".

But once in, curiosity grabbed both and they alternated sucking for a while
and then handing it to the other.

Stuart was the most surprised; he hadn't really expected them to enjoy. It
then turned him on to watch them both become enthusiastic keeping it longer
each time till the other demanded it back. Quickly he felt like cumming
once more.

"Keep sucking together, I want to cum," he begged.

They compromised on licking each side of the head just before he erupted up
the cheek of each.

"Suck it!" he groaned and they quickly swapped it back and forth and he
shot load after load. Once finished he had to take it back as they kept on
sucking and the head became really sensitive.

Far from being embarrassed about the situation, they were quite cocky about
the accomplishment. There would not be a problem getting them to do it
again now.

I better be going, Stefan will have cooked something.

"Stay Boss," they chorused, "Just have one more coffee."

He agreed as he got dressed in Jan's too small briefs, skin-tight jeans and
hugging t-shirt.

"Feel better Boss," asked Jan

"Lots, thanks guys."

"We don't like to see you down like that, you make us scared," said Wit
concerned.

"Well, you know what to do now, don't you?"

They laughed.

"Only when you are down, or some other time?" asked Jan grinning.

"Okay, let's make this clear" he paused raising their
expectations. "Anytime, okay?"

They grinned and Jan hugged him, trying to lift him off the floor. Wit
grabbed him by the hair and shook him gently.

 .....................................

"You are so late," said Stefan, "I will have to heat up your dinner. Sorry
I had mine already, so hungry today, really busy. You had problem with
job?"

"Big problem, really big problem. But all sorted now. Everything is okay.
Finally, everything is okay. In fact, everything is great!" he said with
images of Wit and Jan in his mind's eye.

Stefan smiled his angel smile and put his arm around him.

"Come sit down, you must be really hungry."


That completes this story. Hope you liked it! You will be able to see more
of my fantasies and a couple of real happenings with future posts.

Any comments are welcome to John -- bokjay123@hotmail.com