Cameron's Story

Pete and I were hanging out together more, still living with parents, we'd often spend the night together. Pete is a 6' ginger, piercing blue eyes, 32" waist and a smile to melt anybody. He was kind, caring and red hot in bed. We are both versatile, making sex fun and varied. After a night out in Kemptown, we'd head back to my place. My parents adored Pete and didn't care what we got up to in bed. 

We were young and agreed it would be ok to still see other guys, too young for monogamy. As you'll see in Chapter 3, we still don't. We liked to keep fit and would jog for miles along the prom, taking in the eye candy. We joined a 24 hour gym. One night, town seemed boring, so we went to the gym, arriving just after midnight. We kept our stuff in lockers, so we changed and headed into the gym. The only other people in there were a couple of fit guys, about 20, who were helping each other with weights. Pete and I started working out on the various apparatus, working our way around the room, till we were in the weights area. We took it in turns one lifting, the other supporting, while checking out the fitties. After an hour, we went back to the changing rooms, stripped and entered the small steam room, relaxing in the heat, sweat dripping down us. gently playing with one another's dicks  The other guys entered and asked if it was ok to share. My cock became harder as they sat opposite. We could just about see them through the steam so I whispered to Pete that we should put on a bit of a show. We started making out. Hands roaming over bodies, tongues dueling, cocks being stroked, Through the steam, I could see the guys follow suit. We then knelt down and stroked their thighs. They offered no resistance and carried on kissing, so we tasted their dicks. I kissed my way up one of their bodies till my mouth met their's and 3 tongues played together. Pete then got up, turned round and lowered himself onto a cock and proceeded to ride it, sweat acting as lube. The other guy stood up, placed himself towards the wall and spread his legs a little. I held him by the hips and guided myself into him. He squirmed and pushed back on to me. I started fucking with long, deliberate strokes, slowly increasing speed. Pete stood up off his guy and positioned himself alongside us. He was penetrated, getting fucked quite hard. I felt my orgasm coming, so I pulled out and shot a load onto the floor. I turned him round, knelt and sucked him to completion. Next to me, the guy shuddered as he bred Pete, who's cum  joined mine on the floor. We dried off, changed and left. We never saw them again.

Over the months we had quite a few sexual encounters in the gym, it must be the testosterone levels. We still lived at home, studying at college, having the odd part-time job. We still played the field, both together and singularly. One day Pete reminded me of the off-the-cuff joke I made about whoring ourselves. Giggling, we sat down and designed a joint profile to put on some hook-up sites, implying that our 'services' were for reward. Amazingly, we received a good response, mostly by those who couldn't get sex any other way, and married men who wouldn't/couldn't admit their bisexuality. It went from vanilla to extreme. One guy simply wanted to watch and wank as we made love in front of him. Paid for what we enjoy doing most. We always put on a good show, making sure he could see the cum shots. Another dressed as a schoolboy, making up some stupid story, insisting he'd been very naughty. I pulled down his short trousers and Y fronts, bent him over my knee and spanked his arse. He pissed himself a little, so I spanked him harder. Pete shoved his dick into the guy's mouth and face fucked him, before getting behind him and fucking him roughly while I held him over my knees. His final humiliation was to have the condom emptied over his face. He paid us handsomely. By the time we finished college, we had enough money, not just to rent a place, but to put the deposit down to buy a flat. We celebrated by getting engaged.