In the Portacabin once more, I was making out with Rob. James was sat in the armchair, watching and masturbating, when a bear of a guy in his 40's came in, we had forgotten to lock the door. He looked at us, and then at James. "What the fuck....two queers and a perv watching. James and I lost our erections and pulled our jeans up. The guy walked menacingly over to James. "You wanna see a real man? My missus is away and I haven't had it for a week." James tried to put his dick away, but the guy grabbed him, span him round and pulled his jeans and ripped his briefs down in one go. He spat on his cock and slammed in. The scream sounded like it came from a horror movie. He didn't stop, banging away until he came with a roar. "Tighter than the wife. Not a word to anyone, or you're dead" He slapped James's ass, zipped himself up, and left. All thoughts of us shagging had gone, and we rushed to pacify James, who was crying. We took him to the pub. It took a few beers to cheer him up, but eventually we called it a night and went home.
During the week, the cunt of a man came into the shop. He glared at me, Steve served him. Once he'd left, I told Steve about the man raping James. "I know him, and his wife". The next time his wife came in, Steve took her into the storeroom. She came out five minutes later, red faced with rage. We never saw the guy again. I thanked Steve profusely, and gave him a blow job, It left me feeling horny, but it would have to wait.
That evening, I went round to see James. He was in his bedroom in his boxers, flicking through a girlie magazine and jerking. I really wanted to have sex with him, but it was not the time or place, so I kissed him, then knelt on the floor to suck him off. Two loads down my throat, with nothing in return, My bollocks ached. I went home to my bedroom, put my knob between the mattress and bed, and fucked that, something that was to become a new way of 'doing it' when I had nobody else.
James phoned me Friday evening, he still wasn't up for being fucked....yet. "I'm getting closer. After being attacked by the cunt, I know that I could enjoy it with the right person. However, I have a friend, Timmy, who you don't know. He has a very nervous disposition, but wants to lose his virginity. I told him you may be the one to do it." "Okay, bring him to the cabin tomorrow afternoon, and I'll be as gentle as I can."
We were already in there, snogging, when James and Timmy arrived. Timmy, all 5'4" of him, looked at the floor, blushing. I went over to him, put my arm around him, and whispered, "You don't have to do this, and if you do, you can ask me to stop at anytime, and kissed his neck. "Yes, I'm 23, I've been a virgin too long, but don't hurt me." He managed a weak smile. With the others watching, we kissed, and I led his hand to my crotch. "Fuck me, it feels huge." I assured him it was my clothe making it feel big. I eased his T-shirt off. He was more muscular than I expected. "Nice bod," I complimented. I unbuckled his jeans and they dropped to his ankles. He was wearing some tatty Y-fronts, with holes in them, forgetting he was going to strip in front of me. He was still soft, his uncut cock begging to be sucked. Sitting him on the table, I kissed his nipples and then cupped his balls and gave him head. He was a grower. It rose to 6.5 or 7", with the tip just starting to poke through the foreskin. "It's beautiful," I said. I got on the table with him, and I lay on top of him, rubbing our dicks together, and kissing. He began to respond, forcing his tongue into my mouth, and I knew I had him. I could feel his precum sticking to us. I turned him over. His small body was perfect, a 'vee' shape, tapering to a pert butt. I kissed my way down, making him groan, At the side of the room, the others had also stripped and were wanking each other. I got to his buns, but he wasn't relaxed, I reminded him that I wouldn't hurt him. He parted his legs slightly, and gave me access. I could now rim him, which I did, then inserted a finger. "Okay?" He nodded, so I put some lube on my fingers and put two in. He squirmed. "I want you to sit on me, so that you're totally in control." I laid on my back, he straddled me and guided me in. He yelped. The slight pain gave way to pleasure and he began to gently ride me, leaning over to kiss. He had forgotten we were now putting on a show. "That's it, enjoy yourself, take your time, you're doing great," trying to encourage him. He bounced up and down, tossing himself. I knew he wouldn't last long. He blew a huge load over me, and climbed off, job done, but I still wanted relief. To my surprise, James took his place. He rode me like a cowboy, lifting himself up so that I could thrust. Another load landed on my chest. Knowing how much I could cum, I pulled it out and wanked the last few strokes, delivering 7 or 8 jets up James's back. I was a sticky, happy man. We dressed and went to the pub. Timmy bought the first round.
"So, what did you get up to yesterday?" asked Steve next morning. "I'll tell you after work." The day dragged, but I knew telling him about Timmy would lead to sex. With the shop shut, we were in the storeroom, with Steve giving me a massage, with my top off. "So, spill the beans." I slowly told him about my meeting with Timmy, how I deflowered him, and James finishing me off. By this time we were both hard and I needed sex. We were naked and about to start when Stan walked in, it was my lucky day. Bent over the table, Steve had me from behind while Stan was getting undressed. Steve seemed to cum more than usual, probably turned on by my story Stan had me with my back on the table, sliding into my wet man cunt easily. I wished I could have seen myself being fucked by two middle aged men. I didn't want to cum, but couldn't help myself, and once more, blasted high into the air. It's great being versatile, but I preferred having sex with my mates.
