Two of my gay Mexican students who both had just turned 18 but looked a couple of years younger wanted to thank me for their English lessons in a special way. They came to the school at the end of the day, grabbed me, tied me up and put me on the pool table in the break room. Samuel, who had black hair, a bright white grin and the muscular body still of a boy undid my belt buckle and then the metal button of my jeans. He pulled the zipper apart and reached in my boxers to fondle my smooth shaved balls and grab my stiff eager dick. Pulling down my boxers, Enrique, who was thinner and taller, was more mature with thick black hair on his arms and legs and fuzz on his upper lip. He began the ritual of taking turns trying to make me come in a boyish contest the two invented. Over and over, they worked on me driving me crazy with pleasure but, after 45 minutes of their best efforts, I just couldn't come.
Pedro, a graduate who was two years older came into the classroom to retrieve a lost book and giggled when he say the two younger boys and their contest. 'Get out of the way!' he commanded, pulling off his t-shirt to display his well formed pecs and abs making me all the harder. The boy drew back but only a little, wanting to get a front row view of my throbbing dick in Pedro's warm fist. With a strong brown experienced hand he grabbed me and stroked incessantly demanding that I come to show the boys he could make me. My dick felt like it would pop from being so hard and I finally felt the old familiar pressure beginning to build in my prostrate and balls and, as Pedro firmly and rapidly pumped me, I blew, spewing hot cream all over the three of us. It was the best time I was ever jacked off by anyone.