By now, I had been to Jim's several times, and each time I learned to relax more, and as a consequence, enjoyed it more. Knowing my wife was having lesbian affairs, I thought I'd come clean. Big mistake. It resulted in a furious row, then she didn't speak for days. Eventually she calmed down and saw sense. I told her that I loved her, but I was bisexual, and enjoyed being fucked, which was something she couldn't do. She admitted that she had two girlfriends who did things to her that I never had. After a stand off, lasting over a week, we agreed to keep the status quo, with her saying I could spend Saturday nights with Jim, if she could have her girls round. We kissed and made up. That night we had the best sex we'd had in a long time.
Next day in work, Jim and I were sat in the canteen, with me excitedly telling him about the new arrangement. On the next table was Steve, a pleasant young lad of about 25, well out of our league, even if he was gay. Steve may have been a little on the chubby side, but he smiled with his eyes, and his curly blond locks made him quite endearing. He was playing on his phone and I thought he hadn't heard our conversation, but I must have talked to loudly in my excitement. "Sounds like fun," he chirped in, "Tell me more." By now it was too late, so we invited him to join us. Now keeping our voices down, Jim and I explained how one thing had led to another, and that we were now occasional lovers. Steve shifted in his seat and adjusted himself, he was clearly turned on. He went for more coffee, and coming back, said, "I don't suppose you'd be interested in me coming along. Then, blushing, he said, "I'm still a virgin, though I know I prefer men, and would rather lose my virginity to someone who knew what they were doing. By now, Jim and I were all ears, and had sprung boners. I recharged our coffee mugs while Jim and Steve organised things. When I came back, Jim asked if it would be okay if Steve joined us Saturday night. My eyes lit up at the thought of having a young cock to play with. Jim gave him the address and told him to bring an overnight bag.
I arrived before Steve, had already had a good snog, and were in our underwear, when there was a quiet tap on the front door. Jim answered it with his boxers already tenting. Steve had spruced up well, in an Adidas tracksuit, clean shaven with nice aftershave. He kicked off his shoes in the hallway, and threw his bag on the floor. There was no room for three on the sofa, so I sat in the armchair and watched. Jim showed the same kind, gentle manner he'd shown me, making Steve relax. Somehow, he eased Steve's top off. Steve's young body had a delightful covering of blond hair. They kissed. Steve put his hand behind Jim's head and drew him closer. I slipped my briefs off, making myself more comfortable. Jim's hand went inside Steve's waistband, and stroked his penis. Jim nodded for me to join them. I kissed Steve, then helped him out of his trousers. His dick was through the fly of his boxers, begging to be sucked. Jim's dick was out of the leg hole of his pants. I knelt in front of them and took turns to suck them, then Jim suggested we went to the bedroom. Jim already had the duvet off, and there was a bottle of lube on the table. I wondered whether to watch or join in. I decided to watch, as I thought two of us may be too much for the young virgin. With all of us now naked, Jim and Steve made out, kissing and petting. With a little encouragement, Steve went down on Jim and tasted his first cock. With his bum in the air, I couldn't resist poking my tongue into his hole. He squirmed and swallowed more of Jim's knob. I'd never topped, and didn't want to start with a newbie, so I stepped back. Jim worked his way round into a sixty nine. It was his turn to have his ring licked. Again I stepped back and handed Jim the lube. Back in the armchair, watching again. Jim spread lube on Steve's ass, then pushed a finger inside, making Steve wince, but he carried on, finger fucking him, telling him to relax, and that he'll be gentle. Jim laid on his back and lubed himself, then told Steve to lower himself down and take his time. I watched him inch his way down, but couldn't see the hurt on his face. He eased up again, and Jim applied more lube. Slowly, Steve rocked back and forth until his anus adjusted itself. He rode a little harder, lifting himself up so that Jim could thrust up to meet him. I had been subconsciously jerking, and had now cum over my hand. Suddenly, Steve cried out, and shot his load over Jim's chest. In doing so, he tightened his ring, making Jim breed him.
Jim opened a bottle of wine to celebrate, and we sat around, with Steve's arm round Jim's shoulder. We had an early night, with Steve squeezing between us. In the middle of the night, I was on my side, pointing away. I was woken by Steve playing on my hole. I didn't think I had anything in me, but when he popped a finger in me, my dick began to rise. Jim was snoring, so we kept quiet. Steve lined himself up and penetrated. With the bed rocking, Jim did wake up, but left us to it. Steve held me by the hips and began to pump. With little room to move, all I could do was let him have his way. I enjoyed his young body nonetheless, and even managed to push back a little. Being his first time, he didn't last long, and he creamed my insides. Slowly, he slipped out, cum bubbling out behind him. We went back to sleep. Jim woke first, had a shower and prepared breakfast. Steve and I stayed in bed a little longer, kissing and cuddling. Amazingly, he was hard again, as was I. He asked me to mount him. I told him I'd never topped, but he said it was as good a time as any to break my duck. I rolled on top of him, he pulled his knees up, and I penetrated someone for the first time in my life. I did what came naturally, with Steve tossing himself. We were going at it hammer and tongs when Jim came in to watch. Oblivious to him, we fucked harder and came together. I collapsed on top of him, smothering him in kisses, but he wasn't done. Jim took my place, sliding in on my sperm. Even though he had already cum, Steve was past caring and urged Jim on. Ten minutes later, he was bred for a second time that morning and the third time in less than 12 hours, and I had topped. The workplace would never be the same again.
