The Easter break was approaching. I was sat at my desk, when Mr. Williamson slipped a note into my hand. 'Would you like an extra lesson over the holiday, maybe with your mate?' I didn't even know he was on the app, but my arse twitched, and I had to adjust my dick. Wandering around in the front of the class, I slipped the note back, with my number on it. I couldn't wait to tell Ginge.
In my man cave, I searched and found Robin's profile, under an alias, but I recognised the pics. I called Ginge and told him to check the profile. Half an hour later, I had a WhatsApp message, with a pic of Ginge's cock, with spunk running down the shaft.
Messages went back and forth, and we arranged to come over Good Friday evening, and stay the night. I had told Robin that Ginge would be nervous. I told Ginge to wear clothes that were easy to take off, so when I picked him up, he was wearing a loose hoodie and sweatpants. I could have fucked him myself. Robin had prepared dinner. As expected, Robin was the perfect host. The lovely meal was washed down with a couple of bottles of wine. With everything cleared away, we retreated to the lounge. Robin took Ginge's hand and sat him on his lap. Putting his arm around him, Robin said was free to leave, if he felt uncomfortable at any point. They kissed, gently at first, then with more passion. My boner was struggling in my pants. Gentle hands slipped under Ginge's hoodie, brushing his nipples and making him moan. My top came off. Robin took Ginge, laid him on the carpet, and together, they undressed. Robin invited me to join in. Standing over them, Robin eased my joggers and pants down, then licked my balls, making my dick twitch, and a string of precum drop onto his nose. Laying down with them, Robin went down on us, taking it in turns to suck our poles. Ginge's cock was already oozing, I hoped he wouldn't cum too soon. We carried on kissing as Robin moved down and opened Ginge up, first with his tongue, then a finger. I slobbered Robin's shaft, and watched as inch by inch, it disappeared. I kissed them both as they made love for ten minutes. Ginge was turned over, and I guided Robin's tool back in Robin and I kissed was they fucked some more. I tried not to touch myself Imperceptibly, Robin sped up. Robin went faster, I told Ginge not to wank. Robin was getting flushed, and with a final few plunges, he unloaded. Panting, his softening cock dropped out. I licked him clean, then took Robin's place. I rolled Ginge onto his back and fucked him hard. His semen ran out of him like a river, cumming from prostate stimulation. My cum joined Robin's. I sat back in an armchair, while they cuddled on the sofa. We'd been fucking for 90 minutes. Ginge looked lovingly into Robin's eyes, so I suggested they slept together, and I'll take the spare room, but Robin insisted that the bed was big enough for three. More wine as we unwound and chatted. Ginge looked shattered, so we turned in, with Ginge in the middle.
In the morning we showered and freshened up. Robin cooked breakfast. Robin said he wasn't sure if he could manage sex again, but was happy to watch, and join in if he could. Back in bed, Ginge and I made out, putting on a show for our host. I was on top of Ginge, in a sixty-nine. I felt Robin's hot breath on my ass. He'd obviously recovered. Next, I felt his tongue working its magic. Ginge and I concentrated on sucking, as Robin's penis forced its way in. Ginge had a close-up view, as it pistoned its way in and out of my hole. I was fucked hard, before he finally bred me. My bum needed more, so I turned around and sat on Ginge. His cock is much smaller, and I was lubed with cum, so he slipped in easily, so I had to grip him tightly with my ring and bounce up and down, wanking wildly. He thrust up to meet me, and we came together. I climbed off him and I licked them both clean. Cum leaked from me as we dressed. We kissed Robin goodbye, with him saying we were welcome anytime, either together or singularly.
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I was in the corner of the college canteen, watching porn on my phone, and rubbing myself. Five guys were taking it in turns to fuck a twink. Someone from over my shoulder whispered "I bet you'd like a bit of that". "And, how could you do that?", I half mocked. "My mates from the basketball team and me would take you on", "Where could we do that?", starting to believe him. "My boyfriend and me have a flat we can use. "I hope you can take a lot of cock, there would be six of us". My dick grew in my briefs. I'm happy to give it a go, when?" "Give me your number, and I'll text you". I went back to watching my porn as the twink shot his load.
I'd almost forgotten about it, when I received a text. 'Come round Saturday at 8.00', and it had the address. 'In for a penny', I thought. I wore a sweatpants, and an old pair of CK boxers that I use for a wank rag. At 8.00, I hit the button and was buzzed in to the third floor flat. The door was already open. Six men in their underwear, stood on a mattress, making out. I was led into the middle of them and spun around. "What do you think, lads?" Two of them kissed me, while two others relieved me of my trainers and sweatpants. My erection was out of the leg of my boxers. "He's keen", one of them said, and gave my knob a flick. I was bundled to the floor and my top came off as the boys stripped. I looked up at six stiff penises of various shapes and sizes. I worked my way around, sucking, licking, and wanking. Some of the lads were kissing and tossing each other. Teddy, the ringleader, pushed me onto my back, knelt down, and ripped the back of my cum-stained pants. Spitting on my crack, he roughly finger fucked me. Two of them held my legs, and Teddy had his way. The next lad was already spitting on his dick, ready to take over, others were sucking and jerking. Teddy pulled out and was immediately replaced. The 'punishment' continued, as they banged away at me. My ring was getting sore, so someone produced lube. Round and round they went, each one with a different technique, some twerking quickly, guys with longer cocks pulling right out and showing off. No one came. I was turned onto my tummy, my hips lifted up, and screwed again, the merry-go-round continued, pummeling me until I thought I could take no more. One by one, I was bred, then given the cock to clean. Cum bubbled out and ran over my bollocks, mixing with my precum on the carpet. Teddy was the last, blasting the first jet over my back, then stuffing it back in me. I was rolled onto my back and told to toss myself. I exploded. With semen running out of me,, I used my boxers to clean myself up as best I could. Teddy showed me to the bathroom, where I sat on the toilet and let the cum drain out of me, before showering.
Back in the lounge, they all gave me a kiss. Teddy handed me a beer, and thanked me for being a good sport. Next time, I'll take Ginge to share their loads.
The following day, I had a WhatsApp video, a close up of dicks entering my battered hole. I called Ginge, and uploaded it onto my laptop. "Fucking hell, you lucky fucker". With that, I pulled my knob out of my flies, ripped his pants down, and tore into him, cumming in minutes. I then knelt so that he could wank over my face. So it's not just older guys, but I'll take my chances.
