And all the while Mr. Hastings just watched.
At last it was over, the party was breaking up and people were drifting off. Just as Mr. Jarman had done Mr Hastings told his lads to go on ahead and he would catch them up. He waited until we were alone before standing up and unbuttoned his fly. I assumed that he was going to fuck me as well but no, he stood over me, masturbating.
“Look up, tart, look up.”
With his free hand he grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back just in time for the great gobbets of semen that erupted from him to splash all over my face. Finally sated he let me go and my head dropped; I felt used, humiliated, crushed.
“Come on Sam, the car’s waiting,” Mr. Mason called out.
“On my way, Andy, on my way.”
And, with that, he left.