I continued with my voyage of sexual discovery, using the vacuum pump on myself, as well as acquiring a range of dildoes and vibrators. If I didn't cum using the pump, I used one of the plastic dicks on myself, not that it was easy to fuck myself and wank at the same time. Either way, most nights I slept on cum stained sheets. I made up lies to get an appointment to see my doctor/lover. In the surgery we would kiss and he would give me a blow job, sometimes I would give him one in return.
Saturdays was 'our time'. I bought a douche bulb, preferring it to the shower, and took to wearing a jockstrap, so that my doctor could fuck me while I was wearing it. Over the weeks, it became stiff with the cum loads. Two months or so later, there was another car parked outside the docs house, I felt my hole twitch. I was introduced to Dr. Harold, (Harry) Johnston, from another surgery in the group practice. Harry was even older than my doc, but no less handsome, in a rugged sort of way, a man's man. "Please stop calling me 'doctor', at home my name is Sid." Sid stood behind me, with Harry behind, kissing the nape of my neck. My shirt came off, fingers tweaked at my nipples, making them harden and stand out. Sid's thumbs went into the waistband of my shorts, they fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them. I knelt, pulled their jeans and underwear down to give them head. I was use to Sid's, but Harry's was a different proposition. It was huge, both in length and girth, well over 10", like a baby's arm. I doubted very much that it would fit in my ass. They kissed above me as I sucked and wanked them alternately. I was hauled back up for a three way kiss, my cock now out of the side of my jock, dripping. Instead of going to bed, the sofa was pushed back and a sheet laid on the floor, with a bottle of lube beside it. I was laid on the floor. Sid lifted my legs and rimmed me, whilst Harry pushed as much of his weapon into my mouth as I could manage. Lubed, Sid lined himself up and eased in, leaning over to kiss his friend. With my left leg in the air, he started to shag me. After a few minutes, I was spun round to take Harry's fearsome monster, More lube, spit in my crack, I tried to relax. Inch by never ending inch, it was pushed into me. Up on his hands, he began to pump. It felt like a vacuum every time he pulled out, only to be filled again, blown up like a bicycle pump. Back again to Sid, and some relief, fucked again and back to Harry for more punishment. Precum dripped into my neatly trimmed pubes. On they went, for nearly an hour. Even with the spit and lube, my ring was getting sore, "Please cum". I pleaded, and they did, Sid first, more than usual, then Harry, in buckets. I was given two cocks to lick clean. Harry put his head on my tummy and jerked me, releasing my babies. He licked it up and kissed it back to me. We had all had enough, for the time being.
Lunch and coffee, I thought that I was safe, cum was still dripping out of me. We went to bed for a repeat performance. For guys of their age, I was surprised that they recovered so quick, but there I was, on Sid's bed, on all fours, Sid licking me out. Harry was underneath me, sucking my knob. He guided his mate's tool into me and had a close up view of me being penetrated. Every now and then, Sid pulled right out and gave it to Harry to suck. It made him last longer, 25 minutes before his cum gushed into me. They swapped round, Sid now guiding Harry's huge dick in, and doing the same as Sid had done. On and on he banged away. Sid had sucked me off and swallowed my load a long time before Harry sped up, and with a final few thrusts, emptied his balls.
A beer that I shouldn't have had, and I drove home. I wished I had put proper underwear on, as cum seeped into the ass of my jeans. Home and I sat on the toilet, letting semen drain from me, then a douche to get the rest out and a long shower. Bed, even though it was only teatime, I needed to rest and let my ring return to normal, I could hardly put a plaster on it. I drifted off, dreaming of the hammering I had taken. Needless to say, I woke with a stiffy. Too exhausted to do anything about it, I made myself a sandwich, had a coffee, and slumped in front of the TV, and fell asleep. It was 1am when I woke, an old black and white film on the box, so I went back to bed. Unable to sleep, tossing and turning until I heard the dawn chorus. I went for a piss. Back to bed, too early to get up, I thought about masturbating, but for some reason, refrained. I must have drifted off again, only to be woken by the doorbell. Forgetting that it was Sunday, I thought it was the postman. I chucked on some old shorts and went to see who had taken me from my dreams. It was Harry, (I should have known). I showed him to the living room and went to put the kettle on, knowing that I hadn't cleaned myself. The coffee drunk, we kissed, we gave one another head(at least as much of his penis as I could get in my mouth), and then I knelt on the carpet with my head in the seat of the sofa, praying to god he had lube. He didn't. With copious amounts of saliva, he pushed in. I screamed. It made no difference, his whole knob sliding in. I thought I would split in two. He went to town, banging and breeding me in record time, thank god. I still came hands free. "Thanks, I was desperately horny, I had been thinking about you lovely ass since 6am." With his cum bubbling out of me once more, he tidied himself up, kissed me, and left. I went back to bed, and more damp sheets.
