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John. I went to their 1965 New Years Eve party, where they played Chubby Checker and I learned how to dance the twist. They could always find someone here hungry for cock who was happy to relieve their tensions, willing to do so, "without reciprocation." Sometimes the boys wouldn't even look at you afterwards, wouldn't even take a shower, just hurriedly dressed and ran off home.

"It's not required to undress, but," he opened a locker marked 0105, "I usually put my jacket away." He hung his old-fashioned tweed on a peg and pocketed the key.

"I don't have a jacket," the boy said, a little anxiously.

Gohrvi tried the direct approach, "I know it's your first time here." He didn't, not really, but most of the time his guess was spot on.

And, of course, enough time to make sure that enlargement isn't rushed," he tossed his sopping wet towel into a hamper and took the boy by the hand, heading out of the shower, "It can be quite enjoyable if done slowly and carefully, I've discovered."

"It's only Friday evening," Ty replied, as they walked back to Gohrvi's room to retrieve their clothes, "Plenty of time before work next week."

"Of course, of course," Gohrvi said, "It sounds like you have some free time this weekend?" It was a bank holiday on Monday too, he remembered.

Eric’s mom made tons of yummy fried chicken; I passed out drunk on their living room floor and in the morning ate lots more chicken.

Steven was in my history class. "Have a seat, might as well be comfortable."

The boy sat, and Gohrvi deftly unzipped him, setting free a stiffening penis, the head already emerging from its foreskin hood.

"That's a good boy," he purred in a deep husky tone. Wow, I remember thinking, Bridget has crazy, gigantic, epic tits. He could have appeared in adverts for £2000 suits or skimpy bikini underwear. I was lucky to be in this last vestigial remnant of the Beatnik culture that was fast being swept away. Gohrvi had discovered quite a few boys would come to the club only to have their cock's sucked (or to suck cocks), to "bugger" (or be buggered), but simple affection, like a kiss, or even conversation beyond the bare minimum necessary for positioning arms and legs, cocks, mouths and arse-holes, would make them uncomfortable.

The boy, thoroughly relaxed now, hesitated not a second in pulling off his T-shirt and pushing down his trousers. The boy's powerful thrusts exhausted his body so much his eyes closed and he slept, even as Gohrvi climbed back onto the bed and held him tenderly in his arms.

When at last he woke, he leaned over and kissed Gohrvi on the lips. No bathrobes, hope you don't mind walking naked through the corridors!"

"I'm as comfortable without clothes as with clothes," the boy said, with a trace of braggadocio, and stood up, looking down at Gohrvi, who stretched luxuriously and smiled, running a toe along the boy's left thigh before getting up.

They weren't the only club denizens walking around naked.

He came over, and sat down. they were simply delicious!

"I - " Ty hesitated, then confessed, "No, I never did. For a second, Gohrvi found himself speculating how long ago the skin had been naturally bare and entirely innocent, then continued, for emphasis, "Don't hold back, not for a second," and bent down to swallow the boy's cock.

It wasn't the first time an older man had sucked his cock, but that time had been so awkward, with someone ashamed, someone sneaking into his bed, barely rousing him from half-sleep, then disappearing into the night only seconds after the last hip thrusts had fired jets of warm teenage semen into a hungry mouth.

The next day, they had to pretend nothing had happened, and keep pretending, day after day, even though it did indeed happen, quite often in the weeks following, in fact.

I don't know how else to describe it -- oooh!" Gohrvi's fingertip had found the sensitive nubbin of the boy's prostate. Aside from his lips and tongue, he didn't touch the boy, didn't even push up that white T-shirt to stroke his stiffening nipples, or pull the boy's trousers down around his ankles, however much he wanted to.

Gohrvi had learned from experience that it was best to take it slow, not wanting the boy to think getting naked was a prelude to the older man wanting access to his tight, inexperienced backdoor.

Yes, he discovered, as he began to probe the muscle ring of the boy's tight sphincter, this boy was indeed still a virgin.

Of course! He gently began to fuck my throat. The head of his cock bounced off my prostate with each powerful thrust. Gohrvi moved a bit slower, and helped the boy hang his clothes or put them on the convenient shelves provided.

This time, when they were naked, on their backs, Gohrvi put his arm around the boy's shoulders and they held each other.