"Well done, little pet," said Clive, his voice thick with patronising hauteur. "Get up now. Stand up and meet my friends."

I went limp at that moment. I didn't want to see them. As it was, with my view obscured, they were anonymous, and I could pretend they didn't exist. Turning round, seeing their faces, seeing the look in their eyes - horror, amazement, amusement? - would make it real, would compound my humiliation. These people had seen me bring myself off while licking Clive's balls and arse; they had seen me willingly subject myself to this indignity; they had seen me obey the command of a kid ten years younger than me, spotty, arrogant and unpleasant. I didn't want to see them.

I had no real idea how many people were there. Probably three, I guessed, but I wasn't sure. I realised, too, that there was another reason for not wanting to see them: the instant I did, they, too, became players in the drama, and not observers. Whoever is standing behind me, I reflected, I am going to end up fucking.

"This is Richard, and this is Jenny," he continued, gripping my head and forcing me upwards. Unwillingly, I rose to my feet and turned. I was surprised to see only two people; the boy, Richard, was probably seventeen, like Clive, and had a car-crash stunned look on his face, red with embarrassment and rigid with lust. He was tall and gangly, a typical teenager whose body was growing at such a rate that he could not fully control it. The other person was a girl, very pretty and somewhat demure, also about seventeen and with an expression on her face which mingled pity, curiosity and abhorrence. Prissy little bitch, I thought.

"Hello," I said lamely.

There was an awkward pause. There's not much in life which can prepare you for the social nuances involved in an introduction such as this one.

"I expect you'll be wanting a turn, Richard?" asked Clive.

"No!" said Jenny.

"Don't worry, Jenny, you'll get a go as well. Just chill." Jenny's face reddened instantly, and she bit her lip, but said no more. Richard was looking distinctly nervous, his body awkward and ungainly and the conflicting emotions he was feeling etched clearly on his face. Virgin, I thought.

There was no way I was going to escape the evening without further indignities being thrust on me, so I reflected I was as well getting on with things. I could wait all night for Richard to pluck up the courage to unzip his trousers, and prissy Miss Jenny would probably wet herself sooner than approach me. I stepped forward and moved towards Richard, who was now rigid with fright. I reached up and kissed him full on the mouth, savage and passionate, while hooking my arm around his neck, knowing that this would galvanise him into action. As I did so I pressed my hand against his crotch, my palm heavy against the rigid outline of his cock. He was big.

I sank to my knees before him and pulled at his belt, freeing the buckle and unfastening the button of his jeans. I eased the zip down and spread the jeans, and his cock, encased in boxer shorts, sprung to attention before me. I gripped it through the baggy material of his shorts, my whole hand wrapped around it. There was still plenty of cock on either side of my hand: he really was a big boy. I began to wank him through the fabric, and he moaned, his cock twitching immediately. He wasn't going to last long. I grabbed his jeans and slid them to his ankles, and then did the same with his shorts, leaving him standing before me with his virgin cock rigid, hot and purple in line with my eyes. I bent forward and kissed his balls gently, running my hand delicately up his pole and gripping his glans, smothering it with my palm. Raising his cock so that it was pointing vertically, I began to wank him, all the while kissing and licking his balls. From the corner of my eye I was aware of Jenny watching incredulously. Was she his girlfriend, I wondered idly? Was she watching me bring her boyfriend off? Had she ever touched him, had she even seen him naked until now? I had taken a dislike to her, and those thoughts entertained me, filling me with the urge to go on, to shock her, to give sexual relief to her boyfriend in a way that she had never done. I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her, triumphantly. As I had anticipated, she had a shocked look on her face: she was his girlfriend, clearly, and she was watching, awestruck, as a woman she had never met before wanked him before her eyes.

I felt Richard's cock pulse and spasm beneath my grip, and although I had only been stroking him for a minute or so, I knew he was about to explode. I pulled his cock down so it was horizontal, his big eye pointed directly at me, and wanked him hard, tickling and stroking his balls at the same time. Within seconds it spurted out, a single, huge burst of come expelling from his cock and landing on my forehead. I pumped him hard and he came in earnest, spurt after spurt of hot liquid landing on my cheek, my nose, my mouth, in my eyes. Blinded, I carried on wanking him, drawing every last ounce of spunk out of him, listening to his moans and sighs and feeling his thighs contract and stiffen. Finally, he came to a halt, and I stopped, leaving my hand gripped round the base of his still stiff prick. I wiped his come from my eye and slipped it into my mouth, licking it from my finger. Able to see again, I looked up at Richard and Jenny and smiled at their stunned faces. Slowly, I gathered all the come on my face with my fingers and licked it off, swallowing every drop.

"Ugh," said Jenny. "That's gross."

"Don't knock it till you've tried it, sweetie," I said serenely.