I'm Keith, I live on the south coast of the UK. I was in a very depressed state. I'm 27, 5'10", 174lb with short cropped mousey brown hair and blue eyes. If it matters, my penis is a shade under 8", fat and uncut. My party piece at school was to fire my cum many feet, much to the envy of other lads. I can still cum over my head. I am a junior partner in an accountancy firm. To keep myself fit, I run for miles around the local roads. Once home from work, I dispense with the office suit I had and sling on either Adidas or Nike jogging bottoms. For running I prefer short white cotton shorts, with an inner lining to keep my junk in, besides which, they bring admiring glances from the girls, and a few of the boys.
The reason for my depression was that I had just come out of a toxic relationship. We had been together six years, but not only had he regularly cheated on me, he had also rinsed our joint bank account. I desperately needed a break to get away and sort my head out, so I decided on a cheap coach to a seaside resort on the east coast. I made up a small suitcase, chucking in a bottle of lube in the unlikely event that I got lucky. I picked up the coach at 9am, not looking forward to the five hour drive. There were a couple more pick up places before we got under way. At one of them, I vaguely recogonised two guys who got on, one tall, lanky and skinny, the other shorter and fatter. I was still trying to put names to when the tall one called out, Hi Keith, long time no see". They sat in the seat opposite mine. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be left alone to wallow in my own misery, or enjoy the company that may snap me out of my depression. "You can't remember us, can you?" "I'm sorry, I can't put a name to your faces, it must have been a long time ago". "We were at high school together, so nine years ago. I'm Gray and this is Clive. We've been together about three years". It suddenly clicked. We journeyed on, pretty much in silence, watching the countryside flash by, until we arrived at a prearranged stop at a pub. The pool table had been covered and trays of sandwiches and pastries laid out. The bought me a beer and we sat in the beer garden, catching up on the years. Clive went on, "I remember the wanking competitions, you always won, your cum went miles, and your fucking big cock, the envy of the school". I didn't know that even back then, I was turning the boys on. We finished the beers, had a couple of sandwiches and reboarded the coach. We chatted more as our journey continued, me pouring out my woes on them. Surprisingly, they were good sympathetic listeners, "I'd have told the cunt to fuck off, the bastard", Gray said.
Time flew by and we were soon at our hotel, home for the next week. A nice place with a heated indoor pool. It took a while to sort the rooms for our fellow travellers, but I found myself rooming next to Gray and Clive. After dinner we headed to the nearest pub. More pints and our tongues became looser. Grey admitted that they too had roamed, and found the easiest way out was to open the relationship. They were on Grindr, both individually and as a couple. At this point they kissed and rubbed one another through their jeans. I wondered, but probably knew where this was leading. "So who is the top?" I asked bluntly, "That's me, Clive replied, Gray's dick isn't very big and he can't satisfy me in the way that you could". A forthright question brought a forthright answer. I pushed it a little further, "So where would you like to take it from here?" "Well", said Gray, "You can have us both if you want" I wasn't sure I was up for it yet, so soon after my break up, so replied, "I'd love to watch you two make love, maybe join in if I want, we have all week, and you only live round the corner from me". We drank up and went to their room. I sat in an armchair as they made out, putting on a show for me. Gray's dick certainly was on the small side, maybe 5" on a good day. Clive's was okay, over 6" with a fat, mushroom head, very suckable. They were now naked on the bed, and in a sixty nine. I had an erection, but decided to sit this one out. After ten minutes of foreplay, Clive mounted Gray, long legs over his shoulders. Clive banged away while Gray tossed himself, and came with surprising ferocity. "I'm cum..." and Clive's voice trailed off as he bred his lover. It had to be done, I emptied my load over Gray. "Come on, this is a cause for celebration", I said, and we went back to the pub.
We met next morning for breakfast in the restaurant, and once sat down, Clive asked, "Well?", "Well what?" I replied. "About last night, would you like to fuck one or both of us?" I looked round the room to make sure we were out of earshot, "I'll have you both, but not at the same time, yet, I'll take Clive first, Gray can film it, if he wants". Clive's eyes lit up, and with breakfast finished, we went to my room. We all undressed. I was already half hard, and they both had full erections. First I had Clive sit on the bed and give me a blow job. With my cock now at full attention and choking him, we lay together, kissing and making out. "How do you like it?" I whispered. "I'd like to sit on you so that I can control how deep it goes. We made out some more and I retrieved the lube from under the pillow. Letting Clive lube me and himself up, he straddled me, held the base of my pole and gently lowered himself down. With Gray's encouragement, he took all I had to give, and rocked back and forth to get used to my size. Slowly he started to ride me. I lifted his hips and I thrust up to meet him, making him ooze precum. Gray was masturbating furiously and I guessed he wouldn't take long. I told Clive to jerk. With me hitting his prostate with every thrust, it didn't take him long to send ropes of man juice onto my chest. The sight was enough to make Gray shoot his load. For effect, I pulled out and fired up his back, then rammed it back home. Clive climbed off, cum bubbling from is ass, kissed me and said it was the best fuck anyone had ever given him.
That night, Greg slept with me, and after showering together, he gave me a blow job and I fucked him. He shot his load unaided. We met up with Clive in the restaurant. He smiled and gave us a knowing look. "Don't worry, I'll have you both this evening" During the day we wandered along the beach, had coffee in a cafe and swam in the pool. very other day I took myself for a long run.
That evening, we met in their room. We had a three way kiss and undressed. I remembered to bring the lube, they were going to need it. I had them side by side on the bed, on all fours. After rimming them, I made sure they were well lubed, then moved from one to the other, fucking each for a few minutes before swapping over. Back and forth, back and forth a dozen times, adding more lube and spit. Half an hour later I told them to start wanking. I went faster, breeding Clive first, but with enough semen to fill Greg as well. Their duvet was covered in the stuff. "How about that, do I deserve a pint?" They treated me for the rest of the evening.
Every day I had one or the other, often both, and I watched them shag as well. Clive became much better at doing the deed. While I'll eventually want another boyfriend, for now I've two asses to satisfy.
