Date: Fri, 03 Apr 2020 01:34:35 +0000
From: perseuswrites <perseuswrites@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Glory Days - Chapter 4a

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Chapter 4 - Coming of Age (Part 1)

Saturday had come around quite quickly, actually. It was finally the night
of my birthday party. Although I had turned 18 a couple of days ago, I
wanted my first night out at the city's biggest gay bar to be the best it
could be. A lot of my friends were working in the week at their summer jobs
so tonight we would all be able to cut loose. I was finally satisfied with
my outfit and made my way downstairs to join my Dads in the kitchen.

As most people did, my friends all adored my Dads. I don't think it was
just because they were "different", if that's even the right word, but more
because they were just so laid back. Growing up they would let us drink in
the house during parties so they became known as the 'cool Dads' whereas I
just saw them as the 'sensible Dads'.  Who would let their kids go and
drink out of the confines of a safe environment?!  Even more than the
others, I felt like my best friend Nicky was more excited to see my Dads
than he was me.

	"Happy Birthday babe!" he shouted down the phone to me at the
earliest opportunity this morning. "Can't wait to see you and the big boys
later tonight!"

He had cackled as he said it, but he was always so giddy when he talked
about them.

Nicky was very hyperactive when we were growing up. In and out of detention
because he couldn't focus and was the biggest distraction in lessons. A
true class clown. Despite it all though he was still a teacher's pet. He
had a heart of gold, genuinely, and that radiated through him. He hasn't
changed at all.

I once asked him whether he had a crush on my Dads and it was the first
time I had seen him blush. To a stranger he may look rough and ready but
once you got to know him you realised it was all a front. He was a lovely
blend of trashy but glam. He wore sportswear whenever he could. Joggers,
tracksuits, a baseball cap to cover the mess of dusty blonde hair I loved
to run my hands through. But in the pub, he would unashamedly have a glass
of rose wine in one hand a cigarette on the go in the other like some sort
50-year old camp hairdresser.

He never did answer me. Just cracked a laddy-joke if I remember rightly. I
don't even know whether he is gay, though, my own assumptions aside. He had
girlfriends in school and had been with a couple of boys afterwards too. He
never hid the fact he dated boys. That's not to say he was hiding anything
when he was with the girls either. I think he genuinely fancied the ones he
dated in school unlike me. I did it for the social convention despite
knowing I loved cock. It wasn't much later that I came out so I could give
up the whole charade. But I never got that impression with Nicky.  I've
never really asked him and he's never really said what he considers himself
to be. That's fine by me. I guess labels are a comfort blanket, a way for
us to identify with something rather than feeling alienated. If he is happy
doing his own thing without having to classify himself, well, more power to
him. If my Dads had taught me anything it was not to judge, not to pry and
to take everyone as they come. Apart from my parents he is my favorite
person. I couldn't be luckier to have him in my life.

I finished getting ready about 10 minutes before the guests were due to
arrive. They were all coming here first so we could all get an Uber
together and drink all night. I walked into the kitchen to see my Dads
clearly not ready. Eddie was wearing some loose-fitting pyjama bottoms and
a tank top and Damon was just in a pair of white briefs.

	"Oh, here is! Nice of you to join us," Eddie said, tapping his
watch.

	"Better late than never I suppose," Damon said sarcastically with a
wry smile.

	"How do I look Dads?" I asked, giving a twirl with my arms held up
in a half- hearted shrug. "Not too tight?"

I was wearing a fitted shirt that I thought really complimented the
definition in my chest and some new, black skinny jeans. They weren't quite
broken in yet which made them uncomfortable, but I can't deny they made my
ass look amazing. Vanity certainly won me over.

	"You look gorgeous honey," Damon said beaming with pride.

	"You'll be swatting away dick all night!" Eddie laughed.

I guess to a stranger that might be a totally inappropriate joke to say to
your son, but all three of us cracked up. It was all tongue in cheek.

	"That's the plan!" I said with a wink as the laughter continued.

	"Do we need to wear the ear muffs in case you bring anyone back?"
Damon asked.

	"Depends how much sleep you want I guess," I said smugly. "But
seriously, don't forget Nicky is staying over tonight so there'll be no men
coming back other than him. I don't think my bed is big enough for three
and he might not like another guest."

	"Well we don't know that for sure do we, the jury is definitely
still out on that lad," Eddie said.

	"We know he likes dick, darling, its just whether its exclusively
dick that he's after or if he's a pussy-lover too. Bit weird if you ask
me," said my other Dad smirking. They loved winding Nicky up when he was
here and, I guess, even when he wasn't. I think, like me, they suspected he
had a bit of a thing for them. And they relished in it.

	"Talking of SERIOUS plans for tonight," I said, trying to get back
on track, "you are both still definitely coming, right?"

	"Of course, we wouldn't miss it. We just want you to have fun with
your friends and enjoy yourself though, so Damon is going to drive us there
about an hour or so after you and your friends leave. Give you time to
settle in."

Damon had given up drinking a couple of years back for lent and just stuck
with it.  Eddie thought it was great because it meant he could still drink
as much as he always did and had a designated driver ready and waiting for
him.

Over the next half an hour my friends trickled in. There was about a dozen
of us in total. I didn't really have 'friend groups', like a set of friends
from First School and another set from Second School, or friends I met at
all the after-school groups I attended growing up. Living in a close
community we all went to the same schools and went to the same clubs so
every one of us knew each other well. We were a close bunch.

Nicky was the last to arrive. He came gambolling through the door and
pulled me into a big bear hug the second he laid eyes on me.

	"WOOOO!" he yelled at the top of his voice and to the joy of
everyone around us. All eyes were on him - just how he liked it. He may
have had a few pre-meet drinks. He leaned out of the hug and planted a kiss
on my cheek. "18 at last!"

	"Thanks Nicky" I said, a big grin on my face. I hadn't seen him in
a couple of weeks and I had butterflies in my stomach. Not the type you get
when you're nervous or when you fancy someone. The ones you get out of
sheer happiness of seeing someone you genuinely love and care about.

	"I got you something," he said excitedly, brandishing a giftbag in
front of my face. "Guess what it is!"

Before I could even form an idea, he had reached into the bag and pulled
out an 8- inch, incredibly realistic dildo. The room erupted into laughter
even though I thought it was actually a very fitting gift!

	"You know, that looks an awful lot like yours Eddie," Damon said as
he walked into the room with my other Dad. Inexplicably, they were dressed
immaculately. How the fuck did they manage that? The girls amongst us
giggled at Damon's comment.  Being gay didn't stop them being a hit with my
female friends either. They didn't mind the attention from the girls
either.

	"You're right," he said, taking it out of Nicky's hands. "Except
mines a little bit thicker."

	"I bet!" Nicky said cockily, with a loud laugh as Eddie winked at
him. "How are my favorite Daddies?"

Eddie's eyes widened and flickered to Damon with speed - probably unnoticed
by everyone in the room except me. Nicky had a lot of terms of endearment
for my Dads but calling them daddies was a new one for me. And for them!

	"All the better now you're here, kid" Eddie said, his large hand
scruffing up Nicky's already messy hair. They had a good back and forth and
began catching up like old friends.

Our Dads had poured some champagne for all of us a pre-drink to toast my
birthday.  The room was abuzz with conversation as we waited for the time
to come. We wanted to go a little bit early before it got busy, but not so
early it was dead. The sweet spot was about 10pm. As it rolled on to half
past nine, I asked my Dads to order us a couple of Ubers.

	"One step ahead of you son," Damon said waving his hand as if to
dismiss my suggestion, "the transport is already on its way."

I scrunched my face at the odd choice of words but my confusion was soon
replaced by awe. A few minutes later, I glanced out of the large bay window
in our front room to see a limousine coming up our driveway. I turned to my
Dads open mouthed. I didn't expect this.

	"No less than our boy deserves," Damon said with a satisfied
grin. I must have given him the reaction he wanted.

	"Got to arrive in style, boy," Eddie said.

I beamed back at them. I didn't know what to say but hugged them tightly.


***


      We had timed the arrival perfectly. The club was busy enough to have
a good atmosphere, but quiet enough that we could get a drink relatively
quickly to get things started. We instantly moved to the dancefloor and it
wasn't long until I had a sheen of sweat forming.

	"Do you want to go for a wonder and cool off a bit?" Nicky shouted
into my ear over the music. I nodded. We knew each other so well, he could
always pick up on the slightest facial expression and know exactly what I
need.

He grabbed me by the hand and took me to a quieter room behind the
bar. People were mingling, sitting at tables and chatting. This was a big
club. It covered three floors. Although it was in a city, the city was
quite small so it didn't exactly have a thriving gay scene. This was pretty
much it aside from a couple of small bars, so it tried to cater for as many
people as possible.

	"You've been here a few times before, right?" I asked Nicky. While
I was one of the youngest ones in our grade, he was one of the oldest. He
would actually be turning 19 in a couple of months.

	"Sure! Do you want me to show you around?"

We were already on the top floor where the main dancefloor was. He took me
down to the second floor. He pointed over to a dark corridor.

	"That's the dark area," he said smirking, "if you fancy a bit of a
treat later.  Corridors and dark rooms, couple of glory holes. You know the
drill."

Nicky knew I loved the glory hole in the park. I had told him quite a few
stories of my adventures there when he used to come around for
sleepovers. Every time I told him a new story it usually ended in a mutual
wank. We never fooled around with each other. There has never been that
type of attraction between us. But what lads don't have a good old wank
with their mates from time to time?

We continued down to the ground floor. It was street level but wasn't
actually accessible from the street. The entrance to the club opened up to
a staircase that took you straight to the third floor. The only way down to
the ground floor was via an internal staircase at the other end of the
club. It somehow made it feel a lot more exclusive. The music down here was
very different and there were a lot of alternative looks down here. People
were dressed in leather, neon latex, or in some cases, not much at all. Was
that person wearing a puppy mask?

	"If you ever feel like it's getting a bit too much and you need
some fresh air, the smoking area and garden are out there," he said
pointing to a huge set of large, glass doors, that opened out to a
surprisingly large outdoor area. His hyperactivity and attention span were
deceiving. You would be foolish to assume he is ignorant, not being able to
focus long enough to care about other people. But Nicky was actually quite
sensible and I was touched that he was already looking out for me - he knew
I was a lightweight.

	"Thanks, Nick," I said resting my head on his shoulder. "Shall we
go back upstairs? I'm not so drunk I need fresh air yet!"

We wondered back upstairs and got some more drinks in. I looked over to the
friends we had left behind and they were still dancing away. They called us
back over and pointed to the men dancing with them. My Dads had arrived.

	"Finally!" I shouted above the music. I realised they had bought us
all drinks too. A sign of the night to come.

About half an hour passed. Or so I thought. I looked at my watch and
realised it was 1am. Fuck! Where did the last 3 hours go? My head was
getting a little fuzzy and I needed a break. Everyone was having such a
good time and I didn't want to ruin the vibe. I motioned to Nicky that I
was going to get some fresh air. He pointed at himself as if to ask if I
needed him to come with me. I waved back and mouthed that I would be fine
by myself. I grabbed a glass of water from the bar and headed downstairs
for some fresh air.

I stepped out onto the large decking and it was instant relief. I took a
deep breath and tried to get my bearings. There was another set of about 10
steps in front of me that cascaded down in ever-growing semi-circles. This
was huge! There were sets of benches and tables under parasols scattered
around, mini gardens dotted between and at least three bar staff wondering
around collecting empty glasses. The bar on the ground floor was actually a
full circle. Half of it was indoors, and the other side of it facing the
outdoors. I imagine some people just spent all there time out here on a
warm summer's night like this. I found an empty seat on a bench lined
against a wall with some tasteful gay themed street-art plastered all over
it. A drunk couple were making out to the left of me and a group of
30-somethings were deep in conversation to the right. That was fine by me,
I didn't really want to be involved in conversation with strangers. I just
needed to breath.

As I started to feel a little better, I looked around the guys on the
benches lining the walls opposite. Fuck, there were some hunks here. I
loved an older guy and there were plenty of silver foxes around. As my eyes
drifted across, my heart stopped and I think I let out an audible gasp. The
couple next to me stopped making out just long enough to see if I was ok
before they got straight back to it.

My eyes lingered on the man in my exact seat on the opposite bench as he
smiled at me. That cheeky smile. Those dimples. I didn't expect this. He
raised his hand in a still wave and nodded his head towards me. I nervously
raised my hand in response and gave the limpest wave. I heard his booming
laugh and he got up to walk towards me. Fuck! I felt myself lift out of my
seat almost involuntarily to meet him half way.

	"Jake! How have you been?! Is this your first time here?"

	"H-hey... Mr Clarkson," I managed to get out, not sure whether to
call him.  Old habits die hard. That booming laugh echoed around the garden
again. It filled my ears and my heart. I thought everyone must have been
staring at us but, after a quick check, I realised everyone was getting on
with their own business.

	"You don't have to call me that anymore Jake, I haven't been your
teacher for... God, how many years has it been?"

	"I guess... 7 years? I turned 18 a couple of days ago," I said.

	"Fuck! Has it really been that long? It feels like only yesterday I
got to see you brighten up my classroom every day."

I blushed. He was my very first crush and here he was, talking to me like I
was a long-lost friend. It made me feel weird hearing my teacher swear like
that. He was such a chilled-out teacher in the classroom but no one would
ever dare cuss in front of him.

	"I guess. It doesn't feel like it though. I still think about you a
lot," I said coyly.  Fuck. Why did I just say that?

	"That's sweet-" he began, but I interrupted him before he could
finish.

	"I don't mean, like, I think about you in an 'I fancy you' kind of
way, I mean, I did fancy you, like, a crush I guess, but, I..." I paused
mid-ramble realising I was just digging myself a bigger whole. I looked
down at my feet, embarrassed, just wanted to get out. I felt his hand
stroke my cheek down to my chin and lift my face until my eyes met his. A
bolt of electricity cracked through my entire body. Fizzing down my spine
and sparking off in every direction until I could feel it in the tips of my
fingers.  At 6ft exactly I was relatively tall, but Mr Clarkson had a good
five inches on me and was looking down at me. His bright blue eyes were
piercing. My heart fluttering.

	"Look, you don't have to be so nervous. This might be strange, I
guess, but relax. I kinda realised the crush. A teacher picks up on these
things," he said warmly as my face melted into his strong hand.

He put me at so much ease and I forgot about how foolish I felt almost
instantly. I looked at my watch and realised we had been chatting for about
half an hour.

	"Do you need to go so soon?" he said. I could have sworn he was
upset about it.

	"No not at all! Are you here with anyone?"

	"Just me, I like to mingle, I have a lot of friends on the scene I
suppose, why?"

	"It's just all my friends are upstairs and I don't want them to
think I've ditched them. Do you want to dance for a bit?"

	"Let's do it!"

We made our way back upstairs which was more crowded now than at any point
through the night. I found my friends huddled in a corner in the quieter
room behind the bar. They were the same mix of shocked and happy to see Mr
Clarkson as I was.  Most of them were taught by him in the Final Grade of
First School too. After a bit of catching up, I turned to Nicky.

	"Where are my Dads?" I asked, "they haven't gone already have
they?"

Nicky shook his head and pointed to the bar. I saw them through the archway
in the room and they saw Mr Clarkson standing next to me. They raised a
glass and nodded towards him.

	"Oh, you brought your Dads! Amazing, I haven't seen them in a
while," he said with a smile.

	"How could I celebrate without them?"

	"You always were a very close family unit. It was great to see you
growing up in such a loving environment" he said, his hand stroking my back
as he raised a glass back to them. "Shall we go dance?"

We moved to the dancefloor and gradually more of my friends came to join
us. My Dads too.

More drinks were had as the night moved on and I was definitely drunk
now. I was beginning to stumble and my head was getting a bit fuzzy. I
needed a piss. I hadn't been all night. I was trying to avoid breaking the
seal too early but there was no holding back now. Nicky was talking with my
Dads at the bar. I leaned over to Mr Clarkson and he bent down till he was
level with me.

	"Mr Clarkson, I need the toilet," I said and we both burst out
laughing as soon as the last word left my lips. I didn't mean it to sound
so childish, but Nicky had forgot to show me the toilets on our quick tour
earlier and I knew Mr Clarkson would be able to show me where to go.

	"Fuck, that takes me back!" he said. "Come with me."

He grabbed my hand and he whisked me passed my parents and over to the
other side of the club to a huge toilet. Either they had just been
refurbished or they had the best cleaners in the world. They looked
surprisingly pristine. The room was long and open but segmented by bricked
walls jutting out slightly into the room as if to cause invisible
divisions. In the first segment, urinals covered one side and a trough
stretched out along the opposite wall. If you walked further in, there were
cubicles, about eight on each side. And in the last segment, sinks snaked
their way around with hand dryers each end. I realised that the end wall
was a giant mirror making the room look even longer in my drunken state.

He pulled me over to the trough and stood next to me. Fuck! I don't always
get pee- shy but it sometimes sneaks up on me, especially when I'm drunk. I
turned to grab a vacant cubicle but I heard the familiar sound of a belt
unbuckling. I glanced next to me and realised Mr Clarkson needed to take a
leak too. My first crush. The hottest man around when I was growing
up. Actually, still one of the hottest men around now! Do I want to miss
the opportunity of finally getting a look at the cock I used to crave? I
began to fumble with my own jeans, to make it look like I was at least
doing SOMETHING. These skinny jeans were far too tight still. I knew I
should have worn something else. Vanity gets you nowhere.

The sound of his heavy stream hit the metal. Now was my chance I suppose. I
sighed and tried to surreptitiously look to my left. I had to do a double
take. This impossibly gorgeous stud had an enviably beautiful dick in his
hands. Around 5 inches soft. He held it in his left hand, almost as if he
didn't want to block my view, and he had gently pulled his skin back as his
stream flew. He snorted out a laugh.

	"Having trouble?" he asked me, trying to catch my eyes. I dragged
my eyes away from his dick.

	"Oh, err... the buttons are just so fiddly," I said as I pulled at
my fly. Now was not the time to start getting hard but I could already feel
I was at least at a semi. It was pretty obvious actually, looking at the
bulge growing along my thigh.

	"Here," he said reaching over with his right hand. As he reached
for my fly his knuckles grazed my shaft through my jeans. With one slight
tug the first button popped free, followed by two more. "Not so tricky
now."

I forced out a stuttering thank you. I used my left hand to pull my
hardening cock out hoping it would block his view. I breathed a sigh of
relief that my bladder hadn't gone shy on me and from the genuine release
of pressure. I had been holding this in for a while and it wasn't stopping
any time soon. But after a few seconds I heard Mr Clarkson just say a
simple word.

	"No," he said, his voice carrying through the room. I looked over
to him. "Use your other hand."

There were a few people coming in and out to use the cubicles but generally
we were alone at the trough. A compulsion overwhelmed me. I knew I would do
anything this man would ask of me. I felt nervous but so alive.  Even
though I was embarrassed that I got hard looking at his cock, I wanted to
do what he said. I wanted to please him. If he wanted to see, I wasn't
going to stop him. I swapped hands. My dick was fully hard now and
throbbing while my stream continued.

	"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. He finished pissing but kept
his cock out, stroking it slowly at the urinal. At first, he was shaking
the last few drops. But now it was just obvious that these shakes were for
fun. "Is this dick making you hard, Jake?"

	"Mmhmm," I said, biting my lip and nodding my head but refusing to
take my eyes off it. He slapped it into the palm of his free hand. It was
getting bigger and thicker.

	"You're still as cute as ever but boy you've grown."

My piss finally came to an end and I began to meet his pace. The toilet
door opened and I snapped back into reality. I tried to force my rock-hard
piece back into my skinny jeans. At a modest 6 inches I wasn't exactly the
biggest guy in town, but even these tight jeans made me look like a
stallion. It was obvious I was sporting wood as I turned to go to the
sinks. Mr Clarkson followed my lead with a snicker.

As I passed the various cubicles to get to the sink, I suddenly felt a hand
on my shoulder pulling me into the last vacant toilet. I spun around and Mr
Clarkson was standing with his now 8inch dick in his left hand again, his
right hand still on my shoulder.

	"I wasn't finished, boy," he said.

His usual cheeky smile and demeanour had gone. He was in charge
again. Fuck.  This had all happened so quickly. I felt pressure on my
shoulder and knew where my teacher's throbbing cock was going to end up. I
turned to close the cubicle door.

	"I don't think so. Let's not spoil the show," he ordered quietly. I
obeyed.

I sank to my knees and opened my mouth, holding out my tongue. I began to
pull out my own dick to stroke. I heard doors going, taps turning on, hand
dryers blaring out.  Knowing people would potentially see me had got me
exciting. It wasn't exactly my first time in a public bathroom, but the
doors had definitely been closed during all of my previous adventures. I
didn't know I would find it so... erotic.

He pushed the head of his cock against my tongue and I felt the sweet tang
of his precum. My eyes rolled back and I moaned as he eased his cock into
my mouth. We both began to moan louder as he gently fucked my face. With
how domineering and commanding he was being, I was expecting him to be a
little rougher. I could take a face fuck and I encouraged him, sinking down
his shaft till his balls were slapping my chin.

	"Fuck boy, you've had practice," he said, gripping onto the back of
my head, forcing me onto his cock, slick with my spit.

I moaned as his thrusts became longer and deeper. I mumbled onto his cock
and he began to slowly pull his entire length out. His shaft rested on my
face as I licked at his nice, full sack.

	"What was that, boy?" he said, his voice back to its full booming
volume.  Neither of us cared now. We were past the point of no return.

	"I've wanted this dick in my mouth for so long, sir," I said, tears
streaming down my face from the rough face fuck. Or maybe they were happy
tears. What was the difference at this point?

	"Oh fuck, me too, kid," he said closing his eyes as he slapped his
heavy dick across my face. "Just hearing you say that makes me want to
shoot my load. Give me your phone, boy".

I tried to fish my phone out as quickly as I could, not wanting to
disappoint him, my free hand still stroking my cock. I passed it to him and
I could tell instantly what he was doing with it. Filming this scene for
me. This was going to be my jerk-off material till I turn 118.

	"Tell me what you want boy," he said, pointing the phone at my face
covered by his pulsing meat.

	"I want your cock, sir," I began, reaching for his balls. They were
large, soft and slightly fuzzy. I heard hollering and whooping in the
background. People cheering me on from a few cubicles down and laughing
with their mates. I didn't care. It encouraged me. "I want that hot spunk
too, sir."

	"You're going to get it, boy," he teased me. "You just need to make
my cock disappear down your throat once more and you'll get what you want."

I opened my mouth again, his dick warm against my cheek as I pulled back. I
looked up at the camera as I forced myself all the way down onto his cock
till my nose was firmly pressed against his neatly trimmed bush. Breathing
in his musky, manly scent.  I held myself there for five seconds before I
heard his moans getting louder and quicker.

	"Here it comes boy, get ready, to eat my load boy!" he began
thrusting again.

Something took over me. I wanted to taste his cum but I wanted to feel
every last warm drop splash down over me. I wanted him to mark me as his. I
don't know why I felt so completely comfortable being his fuck toy in so
little time but I couldn't stop this feeling. I pulled my mouth off his
cock and slapped it onto my waiting tongue. He gripped it in his hand and
began slapping it down onto my face again.

	"Oh fuck, you want to get covered in my spunk, boy?" I nodded at
the camera.  "Close your eyes, kid, I cum a lot and I want to cover that
pretty little face!"

I did as I was told and felt the first huge spurt cover my face from my
forehead to my chin. His grip reflexively tightened on the back of my head
gripping my hair tight as volley after volley covered me. His dick must
have been spurting wildly because it truly was going everywhere. My face
and tongue took the majority but I felt the last few hit my shirt,
collecting with the drips falling down my chin. The camera was still
rolling as I heard that deep, manly voice echo out one final time as he
used his cock to scoop the remaining cum into my waiting mouth.

	"Looks even prettier covered in my load, huh?"