The following weekend I went to Gerry's again. Knowing what would most likely happen, I went commando. Gerry had white, shiny football shorts on, with an England top. Nearly two hours of solid work, and I was cracking it, much to mine and Gerry's relief. Mike was also there, but stayed out of the way while we were working. Lunchtime, it was a lovely day, so we ate at a picnic table outside, me one side, Gerry and Mike opposite. With the sandwiches and coffee dispatched, they started kissing, this gave me an immediate erection, I wondered how far they would go. Tops came off, the got onto the lawn. More kissing, and the shorts disappeared. They were both hard as nails. I hadn't noticed before just how sexy Mike's body was, hairy chest led to a thick bush and an uncut dick, but best of all was his tight little bubble butt. They groped one another and had a sixty nine, as if I wasn't there. I decided to stay out of it and watch the action. Kissing again, rubbing their hot bodies together. I was hoping they would fuck. Instead they settled for sucking each other to completion, then swapping cum by kissing, very erotic. How I had managed not to wank myself, I don't know, I drove home with a stiffy, straight to my bedroom and tossed a huge load.
Sunday, it was warm again. I knew I would have sex, but with whom? Mike greeted me in tight white briefs, I could see he already had a semi on. We snogged in the doorway, making both of us hard. Indoors, Gerry was naked with an erection poking out in front of him, he led us out onto the patio, where a blow up mattress had been laid, with lube beside it. Mike and I soon lost what little clothing we had. We stood on the mattress and had a three way kiss, then lay, each of us with a dick in our mouths. I was sucking Mike, so it was easy for me to worm a finger into his backside, (it was sweaty anyway). I told Gerry to stop sucking me, as I didn't want to cum. Mike and I kissed some more before Gerry lubed us both up and guided my weapon into his husband missionary style. Gerry gave me his cock to suck, as I began to pump. We changed round, Mike eased himself down onto my pole, and now he sucked Gerry, bobbing up and down at the same time. Gerry tossed himself over Mike's face, leaving the two of us to concentrate on each other. Onto our sides, and I'm taking him from behind, using every inch of my long penis, Mike is oozing precum over his thigh. Faster now, with Mike wanking. Great ribbons of cum spurted from him. Another minute of humping, and he had been bred. We adjourned for coffee, lunch, and a break.
By 2pm we were ready to go again. Back out on the mattress, more kissing, more blow jobs, and I get together with Gerry. Mike popped back indoors for his camera phone, so that he could video his husband being well and truly fucked by a big cock. We put on a performance, shagging in various positions. Gerry came first. For the camera's sake, I pulled out, fired two jets over Gerry, and rammed my penis back in. We would later watch it back on the TV, which led to me fucking Gerry again on the carpet.
Word went round the office. One evening, just before home time, I was called in to see my boss boss, Albert, a rotund, balding man in his 50s. "Come in Mark and take a seat, I won't keep you very long. I have been hearing good things about you, both in work and (cough) outside of it. I hear that Gerry has been helping you with you studies, and, now, how can I put this? You have been repaying him in an unusual way." For the first time in years, I blushed. He went on, "Gerry and I have known each other for many many years, we have few secrets, even when it comes to, how shall I put this? Things regarding the flesh." I reddened further. "He tells me you are, (cough, cough) very big 'down there'", and he pointed to his flies. This was when my cock started to misbehave, it has a mind of its own. Out of the blue, I found myself saying, "Would you like to see it, sir?" "Not here in the office, the cleaners will be here soon. No, would you be able to come to my house Friday evening? My wife visits her mother, so I shall have the place to myself." "Certainly, sir, 8pm?" "Yes, that's fine. When no one else is around, call me Albert, or Burt, whichever you prefer." "Yes si, I mean Burt."
Burt lived in a huge converted barn in a small hamlet five miles from town. I made sure I was punctual, and that I had some lube in my pocket, should it be necessary. Even though it was still daylight, the curtains were drawn. I rang the bell, and Burt answered it in his dressing gown. "Come in, come in." I jumped inside and he quickly closed the door and showed me through into a sumptuous lounge, with two green leather Chesterfields and original paintings on display. "I'm glad you could make it. You see, the wife and I, are more partners than lovers these days. We haven't slept in the same bed for years. The other problem is...well....I've always had an eye for the boys. I think my wife knows, it is not discussed." He then came up to me and kissed me full on the lips. "I've not been able to see a man for a long time, in face the last was a rent boy in Blackpool, while I was at a conference." We kissed more passionately. I wouldn't normally go with a man of Burt's age, but as he was my boss, I had no choice. He led me upstairs to one of four or five bedrooms. We went into one at the back of the house, where he took his dressing gown off. He only had loose boxers on, with his semi hard penis poking through the fly hole. "Let me undress you." With trembling fingers my top came off, he kissed my nipples. I chucked the lube on the bed. He unbuckled my belt, lowered my zip, my jeans fell to my ankles, we kissed again, with my cock straining in my D&G boxers. He sat on the bed, put his thumbs in the waistband, and lowered my underwear. My monster sprang out and slapped my belly, "Bloody hell, Gerry was telling the truth." He played with my sack and stroked my velvety shaft. "Looking up, he asked, "Can I suck it?" "Be my guest." I closed my eyes as he ran his tongue up and down me, then devoured what he could. Standing up, we kissed again, "I want you to fuck me, but carefully, it's been many years. Don't worry. I've made sure that I'm clean." On the bed, he got on all fours. I rimmed him, then applied copious amounts of lube to both of us. I lined myself up and pushed very gently. Harder now, and I slipped inside, "Fucking hell, go steady." More lube and spit and it went in smoother. I pushed it home and began to pump with long slow strokes, letting him get used to my size. Faster and harder now, he had a hand on his cock, jerking. I plowed into him, he shot over the duvet. A few more thrusts, and I gave him my babies. All he could say was "Thank you, Thank you." I dressed, Burt put his gown back on, and we went downstairs. A final kiss and I drove home, wondering what I had let myself in for. I was now shagging Gerry and/or Mike weekends and Burt most Friday nights.
Monday morning, Burt wanted to see me in his office. "Oh, hi Mark, thanks for popping in, take a seat. I assure you that this has nothing to do with the sex, everything to do with work." 'Yeah, right', I thought. "I'm going to promote you and increase your salary. We have a new lad starting next week, I want you to look after him." I knew what that meant.
