The store room had a back door that led out into an alleyway, which ran behind the shops to a side street. It acted as a fire escape. It had been my day off, and I had already masturbated in the morning, but was randy again. The shop would be shut, but I knew the back door would be open, so I thought I'd try my luck. The back door was already ajar, and I could hear noises coming from inside. I eased the door open a little more and my eyes popped out of my head. Steve had another man across the table, shagging him from behind. Having regained my composure, I ambled in. Steve looked up, somewhat startled, and pulled out. "This is Stan, the butcher from the High Street", he stammered. Stan stood up, blushing, having literally been caught with his trousers down. Stan was a similar age to Steve, a little more portly, with a greying, receding hairline. "Stan and I have been 'friends' for years. Stan, let me introduce you to my assistant. The one I have sex with." By now they had both lost their erections. "Hi", I said, "sorry to burst in on you. You can carry on, or you can have me", as I unbuckled my belt and walked confidently up to them. I kissed them both, tugging on their dicks and coaxing them back into life. I kicked off my shoes and let my jeans fall to my ankles and kicked them off as well. Knowing I was probably going to have sex, I hadn't bothered with underwear. "Who wants me first?" I asked, taking command and stroking my knob. "I've had you lots of times, so Stan can go first, if he wants to." Stan and I kissed and I let him finish undressing me, then I climbed onto the table, joined by Stan. Holding my legs in the air, Stan mounted me with his short, stubby dick. I barely felt it, and it kept slipping out. To make it easier for him, I got on all fours so that he could fuck me doggy style. He huffed and puffed away, I thought he was going to have a heart attack, but eventually he grunted and bred me. I can't say it was very exciting. Not so with Steve, who knew how to turn me on, and I think he enjoyed playing to the audience. He fucked me doggy, then turned me over and put my ankle on his shoulder. This allowed me to jerk, and once Steve had cum, I blew my usual huge load, clearing my head again. I started to wonder if I'd be any good at topping, I couldn't be worse than Stan.
Later in the week, I met up with James and Rob at the Portacabin. James was right up for it, stripping before we'd had a chance to kiss. I insisted that if he wanted to put his dick in me, we had to have some foreplay. Rob sat in an armchair as James and I made out on the table, until I felt I was ready to be fucked. He took it slower than the first time, more measured, and we kissed more. I dribbled more precum than some guys do when they shoot their load. He lasted about ten minutes, a much better effort and I could feel him coming with greater force. He climbed off the table muttering, "I ain't gay, I ain't gay", and he swapped places with Rob. For some reason, Rob couldn't keep it up, blaming tiredness, so I suggested that I fuck him. he looked reticent, until we kissed and I rubbed my finger on his bud. "Okay, but be careful, you've only bottomed, so I hope you know what you're doing." I spent a lot of time, kissing and licking his body. I rolled him over and rimmed him until he wanted only one thing. I lubed us both and told him to say stop, if it hurts too much. as it was, he was so turned on, he hardly noticed me going in. I tried to control myself, I could have cum in seconds, but wanted to show that I was master of my own body. I took it out and went back to petting, then in again from behind. Every time I was getting close, I withdrew and waited, even tugging on my balls. Rob came before I did, shooting an impressive load. Now I could go for it. As I was about to cum, I pulled out and let the first jet hit him in the face, and then rammed it home to finish off. "Fucking hell, that was amazing." Rob complimented. I had succeeded. I now wanted to try my versatility out on Steve or Stan, maybe even Ryan. I couldn't wait to be in the back room again. In quiet times, I told Steve about me topping, hoping he would take the hint, but he insisted he had only ever topped throughout his life, and wasn't going to change, "You could try Stan, he's a good shag. I'll phone him if you want." I had a semi for the rest of the day. Stan's butchers shuts before us, so he came along well before closing time. "You two go through to the store room, I can finish off here, and I'll see you in about half an hour." In the back, we decided that we'd like Steve to see, so we just kissed and cuddled until Steve joined us. "I thought you two would be finished by now", Steve said, rubbing his groin. "We've waited for you", I replied. With that, we undressed each other. I was determined to put on a show, as I had in the Portacabin. Although Stan was much older, he responded the same way, and I soon had him under my control. I got him on all fours and asked Steve to guide me in. In this position, Steve could see the action. I fucked for a bit, then gave my dick to Steve to suck. This went on for nearly thirty minutes, with me getting Steve to suck it every time I was getting close. Same as with Rob, my first jet hit him in the back of the neck, before I plunged it back in to deliver another six or seven shots. Steve licked me clean once more. Stan said it was the best shag he'd had in ages, and said he'd give me some steak if I pop in the shop.
I was now in a quandary, not knowing which I preferred. A dilemma I was happy to have. I wanted to have Ryan and James next, to shag someone my own age.
