Panel Work

Final Chapter

Over the next few weeks, I maintained the routine I’d established. I found myself completely sexually satisfied. The variety and frequency were a perfect match to my needs as a horny, somewhat closeted, twenty-year-old. If I had the opportunity to design a perfect scenario, it wouldn’t have been much different than what I’d accidentally created.

Fifteen days after our loft encounter, Justin approached me in the rag wash room. I’d kept away from him, except for what was standard work stuff.
“Umm, can we talk?” he asked, taking advantage of us being completely alone.
“Sure,” I answered, with ease.
“You know you came up to the loft the other night.” He framed the conversation.
“Yeah,” I replied, “It was mega fun. I haven’t blown like that in months.”
He was instantly, more relaxed.
“I thought you might want to, you know, visit again?” he said, “But you haven’t said anything.”
“I know you’re straight, I don’t want to make you feel guilty.” I replied, telling the truth.
“It was weird the next day, but when you didn’t say anything.” He paused. “I thought you didn’t have as much fun as me.”
“Nah, it was great fun.” I replied. “If you want to, I definitely want to do more.” I looked around making a show of checking we were alone. “but, not just the same, more of everything.”
He was taken aback.
“Like fucking?” he asked, surprised, cautious.
“I don’t know, maybe.” I answered. “You’re fucken hot, and I’m still horny.” I added.
“I’m back to being horny as well.” He confirmed. “I was great last week, such a relief.” It was his turn to look around. “But this week, my nuts are back to bursting!”

That night after lock-up, I again found myself in his loft. I’d changed into my hole cover jeans and as I arrived, my rigid cock was on full display through the torn fabric. I watched as he again licked his lips.
“Man, you said I was hot!” he greeted. “Your jeans are wicked; best view ever!” I nodded and closed the door behind me.
“I’m going to shower,” I said, “I’m covered in dust. I want you to watch.” He looked at me quizzically, but shrugged. I made my way to the tiny bathroom.

Over the ten-minute show, I soaped, shampooed and importantly, doused myself clean. He was wide eyed, but immediately jumped in the shower as soon as I exited. He followed my example perfectly, even washing himself out.  

As we reclined on his bed, we gave each other amazing head. It was the beginning of a fantastic sex session. Over forty minutes we edged ourselves toward gold plated climaxes. As the heat built between us, I let the passion side of my self run free. I kissed and licked him all over, towards the end, I latched on mouth to mouth. As I tongued him deeply, I found he matched my efforts, he was deprived of such attention. He lapped it up.

After a break and a few beers to ease the way, I set about fucking his virgin arse. I was as gentle and as sensual as I’d ever been. In the end he was begging me to ‘fuck him’, he couldn’t take me toying with him any longer.

As I pushed myself into him, my length sent joy from every nerve ending my cock possessed. It was magic. I was absolutely in no rush. I took my time, and made sure he came along for the ride. As I finally achieved balls deep, I reached around and found him rock hard.
“That’s it bottom boy!” I praised. “You’re so fucken hot!” His chest swelled.
I worked his cock, as I pumped his arse. I kept my thrusts deep and gentle. There’d be time in the future to pound and stretch his hole. Today was about making him mine.

I built to an even pace, making sure he stayed on the cusp. When his breath started to shorten, I knew he wasn’t far away. I edged him for another ten minutes. In the end he was desperate, utterly desperate. He was begging for release.
“Blow like the bottom boy you are,” I encouraged.
I pulled him upright to his knees and worked him to his end. He cried a deep guttural release and exploded. Cum streamed out of him, every which way. I’d worked his prostate to the extreme.
He collapsed to the bed top and did his best to catch his breath. He was fucked like he’d never been!

* * *

Six months on, from a weird and risky idea, to lock my workmates in a cage. I was fucking and being fucked by all of them, it was like some sort of sex Disneyland. I realised these could well be the days I’d look back on as a ‘golden era’, but that sounded too deep.

I was convinced Justin was straight, but going through a cock hound stage. He’d re-centre eventually, he just needed a girl who was sane. In the meantime, I took his arse at least once a week.

John had progressed to kissing, and even sucking dick. The sex remained fantastic. Of them all, I sensed he was the only one who was actually gay. I’d never tell him so, but he’d work it out in the end, we all do.

* * *

I managed to keep a lid on the whole box and dice for a further seven months. By the end of that time, I had them mostly mapped to a regular routine, be it once a week, once a fortnight or once a month. I was in ‘sex on tap’ heaven. I was getting to fuck seriously built, hot, straight guys, over and over again. On top of that, I was actually getting to put paint on cars, albeit non prestige models.

I made sure I videoed at least one encounter with each of the guys. Dan Shane and Mike took weeks to convince. It was only when I agreed to make sure they also got a copy, that I managed to persuade them. My phone did a reasonable job, certainly good enough to know who they were. I must have recorded John at least ten times, he didn’t care. Terry was similar.

A year and a month from cage night, a significant personal development appeared out of nowhere, surprising me. I’d been casually chatting with a guy on line for weeks, and finally went for coffee. It turned out he was fucking gorgeous, smart and totally into me. Over the following month we saw more and more of each other. It was happening, I could feel the ground shifting around me, I was falling in love. That fucked up everything!

* * *

In the post fuck quiet of my work buddy encounters, chat had flowed back and forth between us. Over various months when it surfaced, I had spoken to each about how I was sure I was gay. It came from me with a confidence that indicated I knew who I was, and was comfortable with it. In every case I added that I thought they were straight, even John. The information had zero impact on their desire to continue to fuck.

Gradually, me being gay became general knowledge around the workshop. In fact, it progressed to become a point of stirring from time to time. It was always in good humor, but it was a bit like my home life, not something talked about.

One morning at smoko break, I declared I had a new boyfriend, at the time, none of them battered an eyelid but all found a way to get me on my own. They wanted to find out what impact this was going to have on our sex sessions.
“It’s finished.” I told each in turn. “You might have to look further afield, or maybe even get a girlfriend.”
Each of them had still been seeing girls, but each knew if they wanted sex as regularly as we’d been having, they’d have to hook up in a more permanent arrangement.
Bummer! Was the general consensus.

* * *

Six weeks later it all came out over the traditional Friday night beers. Apparently, it went down like this. Terry had become so horny, he’d actually worked up the courage to hit on John. In a twist of fate, the day before John, had hit on Mike for the same reason. It took Mike a few days to get back to John with a yes, but by then he and Terry had already fucked. Pillow talk between John and Terry uncovered they’d each been with me.

When Mike had returned to John with his ‘Yes’, John asked him outright, Mike confirmed he and I had fucked. Despite the weird pretext, they still hooked-up.

The following Friday drinks was a set-up, of which I had no idea. After I had downed my second beer, I was set upon and dragged to the now center staged cage, in howls of laughter. Before I was locked in, I was of course stripped, and left naked and at the mercy of my six workmates.

I pondered that as a second-year apprentice, it was odd, but not unheard of to be hazed like this. I just couldn’t think of what the special occasion might be.

John held the floor to the point of silence.
“Last time this cage was out, it was a major drama,” he said, “but as agreed, we’re not going to talk about that”. There was general positive nodding amongst the whole group. “I want to talk about something else.” he redirected.
“I’ve got a theory that I want to test.” He continued. Now I was getting worried, where the fuck was this going? “I think our young horny apprentice here, has been playing the field, is that right Josh?” He asked me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” I replied, telling the truth.

“Sure you do.” he went on, casting his eyes around the circle, “here’s what I think. You ready boys? I think he’s been fucking every one of us for months. And being fucked in the process of course.”
“You horny little shit!” snapped Shane, “I thought it was just you and I!”
“That’s three.” said John, “go on, who else?” he quizzed the group. Up went all five hands of the main crew. “Well, there…” declared John, as he went to add something. Suddenly he stopped, as if struck by a thought. He looked up, sought and found Justin, who had made himself as small as he could, a little back from the main group.

As john locked eyes with him, the rest of the team turned to face his direction. He was like a deer in the headlights. He looked at me, I shrugged, ‘what are you gunna do’ I messaged. He slowly raised his hand to match the wider team.
“Fuck me!” offered the normally unflappable Mike, “you as well!” Justin nodded.
“Don’t tell Julie though!” he blurted out. The team burst out laughing, as they dragged him to the inner circle, back slapping him on the way. For the young nervous guy, it was symbolic and meaningful at the same time. He was a ‘real’ team member. There were smiles all round.

“Well,” continued John when the noise died down. “I thought he’d scored a full house, but it’s fuller than I thought.” More grins. “So, Josh has been knocking us all off,” he paused.

“And now he’s found a ‘boyfriend’, we’re dumped, like yesterday’s men.” He guessed aloud. “Is that right Josh?”
“Ummm, yeah, sort of.” I spluttered. “But I didn’t tell any of you about the others, I don’t know how you found out, but it wasn’t me, I swear.” I said, trying to regain some ground.

“We know, we know.” said John. “Keep your shirt on! We’re not saying you did anything wrong. We’re just saying you’re a horny little shit who’s left us high and dry.” He was nodding around the crew, as they all nodded back. “I propose as a final gift from his ‘private fuck arrangements’, he can put on a bit of a show. What do you think boys?”
“Fuck yeah!” said Terry, suddenly enthused. Then the rest of them joined in saying what a great idea it was.

“Wh... wh.. what do you want me to do?” I asked, lost.

“I don’t know about you boys,” interjected John, “but I think this little stud can stay here until he gives us a nice slow jack off routine.” More smiles and boisterous agreement. My fate was sealed.

As my last public performance, for this crew at least, I put on a great show, I even ‘oiled’ up. They were all hard in minutes, two of them even came over to the cage and blew on me.

* * *

I showered and went home to Tim.
“You look beat.” He offered, as came in to the lounge and found space on the couch beside him. “You had a rough day baby?” he said, “Tell me about it” he soothed.
“You wouldn’t believe me if it did,” I started, as I cracked a can of Jack Daniel’s and took a long sip. “It was one cock up after another!” I answered truthfully. He smiled and we settled to a quiet night in front of the telly. My life was great!

The end.

The Cast

• John, 28, Manager, seven inches soft
• Mike, 25, gym head, seven inches soft
• Terry, 25, gym head, five inches soft
• Shane 25, five inches soft
• Dan, 23, gym head, five inches soft
• Justin, 19, Go-for, five inches hard
• Me: Josh, 20, Six inches soft

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