The weeks went by and Mick's apparent modesty was pissing me off. What did he have to hide? I didn't care if he had a tiny penis or a whopper, I still wanted to suck it. One night, lying in my bed tossing, as usual, I could tell that he was also masturbating. Before he could stop me, I jumped from my bed, slapped his hand away, and got my mouth on 6.5" of manmeat. "What the fuck...." I stopped long enough to say, "Giving you a fucking blow job, what does it look like? Relax and enjoy it." "You cunt.", but he let me carry on, I was probably the first person to touch his penis, even though he had nothing to be ashamed of. I managed to wiggle a finger onto his ring, whilst still sucking. He exploded. "See, I bet you loved it." "Yeah, maybe, but you're still a cunt." I went back to my own bed and carried on masturbating. After that, Mick dispensed with the coy crap and came out of the shower naked. It took a while, but we eventually had mutual masturbation and I often gave him head. He even let me kiss him.
Michael and I were still using Darren's to fuck, with him watching and wanking. Somehow, I had to get him to join in, it wasn't as if he were prudish, and gay sex clearly turned him on. I began giving him compliments about his dick, and the amount of cum he produced, telling him that I doubted I could swallow such a huge cum load. It did the trick, when Michael had gone to the bathroom, Darren asked me to come back at seven this evening by myself. I was so excited that I had a job to keep my hands off myself. The clock dragged, I went for a walk just to pass the time. At five to seven, I was knocking on his door. He answered it in white Calvins. There was no kissing or messing, he took his boxers off and invited me to suck him. By now I was an excellent cocksucker and brought him to orgasm in no time. I did swallow most of his seed, I soon hoovered the rest up. The next time he watched Michael and I fuck, instead of tossing, he waited until we had finished, then let me give him a blow job. The best of both worlds. I would get little notes telling me he was randy and needed my mouth, I was only too happy to oblige. He was also started letting me kiss him, though not with a mouthful of cum, yet. Progress. I knew, or maybe hoped that sooner or later he would fuck me, I had to be patient, I always made sure I was clean, forever hopeful. The first time he fucked me was after watching Michael and I. He told Michael to fuck off out of the way, I held my legs behind my knees, and he shagged me, using Michael's cum as lube. It was Michael's turn to watch. After that, when I paid him a visit, it was to get laid.
Being young, even though I thought the world of Michael, more lust than love, I wanted to experience as many cocks as possible. Back to the LGBT+ club. As we were all like minded people, I could be open with them. One of them suggested that I check out the gay sauna, (bathhouse). I went quite late on a Friday evening, had to show my I.D., and was let in for half price because of my age. I was given a hanky of a towel, barely big enough to cover my ass. In the locker room I quickly undressed, and went to explore. It became evident that I was the youngest by decades. Men old enough to be my dad, or even grandad, 'fuck me, what have I let myself in for?'. The sauna itself was okay, as was the jacuzzi and steam room. As for having my bum pinched, oh well. Further in, I came to some darker rooms. In a larger room there was a big plastic mattress. On it, to guys were in a sixty nine, not caring who saw, A series of cubicles, some occupied, led to a TV room where three men were watching porn and masturbating. Further still, I came to a sling. Without a moments hesitation, I strapped myself in I had no idea whether the seven or eight guys that fucked me were wearing condoms, I prayed that I didn't catch anything. Back to the room with the mattress, it was empty, so I put myself on all fours. Three more loads and I wanked myself. Despite the amount of dicks I had, I decided not to repeat it. Back to the drawing board, well, Michael and Darren.
My next course of action was twofold. I put a profile on an online hookup site, and left messages in a local cottage, (public toilets where men go for sex. A few days later, I revisited the cottage. At the end of the urinal was a man in his 40s, masturbating. I stood next to him and dropped my shorts, hoping that he would take the hint. He was slow on the uptake, so I took his hand and placed it on my bum. He turned and we kissed. Into a stall, I blew him, then bent over the cistern and let him have his way. He was a good shag, so we swapped numbers. It became my 'go to' place, usually to give head and now and then get laid.
The online site had many advantages, the hookups were in comfortable surroundings, and you got to see what's on offer. I had no end of offers. I set my parameters between 18 and 35, give or take, preferably with big dicks. They had to be able to host. One of my first encounters was with a couple who wanted to spice up their sex life after being lovers for seven years. They had a smart apartment in a tower block. I was buzzed in and took the elevator to their floor. Their door was already open. Inside, the two handsome lads were in their underwear. They explained that by preference they were both tops, only bottoming to satisfy the other, so when I told them I was strictly bottom, they were delighted. Stripped in the bedroom, I fellated both of them. On the bed, my head in my hands, they took it in turns to shag me, swapping back and forth for nearly an hour. I had cum hands free a long time before they both bred me. Once again, we swapped numbers.
To be continued...
