I was middle aged, and having more sex than at any time since I was a youngster, except now it was gay instead of straight. I started going to Jim's ever earlier, hoping to get fucked twice, if not three times. Sometimes Steve would turn up, in which case I knew my ass would take several poundings. Although I had topped Steve once, I preferred to bottom. I simply didn't have the confidence in myself. By now, we had dispensed with watching football. I was there for beer and to be used for sex. I enjoyed being humiliated and treated as a slut.
We were gathered in the staff canteen on aa Monday lunchtime, talking about the weekend's shag. In a moment of madness, I said I'd like to take a load of cocks and be even more of a slut. Jim said he would see what he could arrange. A couple of days later, he said, with a grin, "It's all sorted, you're gonna regret asking for it." My dick stirred at the thought. He told me to get to his place early afternoon, as he had some mates coming round, and some couldn't stay too long. I arrived at 2.00, my bum already lubed. Outside the apartment were half a dozen cars, so it was with some trepidation that I knocked and entered, kicking off my shoes in the hallway. Jim and Steve were in the lounge, as were six other blokes, aging from early twenties into their sixties. They were all in their underwear or naked, except one guy, who had his fat dick through the flies of his Levis. In the middle of the room was a blow-up mattress. Jim welcomed me, gave my balls a squeeze, and introduced me to my lovers, not that I remembered their names. Jim and Steve stripped me to my new jockstrap, which I insisted on keeping on, figuring it would lessen the chances of me cumming too soon. The guys started making out with each other, then brought me into the ring. I knelt, surrounded by eight penises of different shapes and sizes, working my way round, sucking on each in turn. The guy in the jeans didn't believe in cock cleanliness, and it smelt of cheese, but I was committed. With them all hard, I was laid on my back, two of them held my legs while they worked their way round, each fucking me for a few minutes before moving on to the next. My jock was getting damp and I was pleased I'd left it on. After half an hour, they started breeding me, each one fucking until they shot their load. At least now the cum acted as lube. Steve came both first and last, so by the time I was allowed to toss myself, I'd had nine loads inside me, and maybe I was beginning to regret my suggestion. A few of them left, but four stayed on, cracking open some tinnies and helping themselves to sandwiches Jim had prepared. I relaxed, thinking it was all over, and maybe I'd get to bed early. But no, by 8.30 Jim, Steve, and the remaining four wanted second helpings. Resigned, I put myself on all fours, and let them help themselves. With my man cunt still sopping, they slipped in with ease, but fucked for much longer as it took a while for them to cum again. I was at near collapse by the time I'd taken six more loads, and was relieved when they left, leaving just the three of us. Steve tried sucking me into life, but I was spent for a few hours, and we turned in. In the middle of the night, I couldn't believe it. Mr. Ever-ready Steve was shagging Jim! (I didn't even know Jim liked to bottom). I held on as the bed rocked for twenty minutes, before falling silent again. Next morning, we had a lie in, though I was still first up, leaving the nocturnal lovers to get their beauty sleep. I didn't know if my ass could take any more, but guessed I wouldn't have any say in the matter. I had a long shower to revive myself. had a coffee, and waited for Jim and Steve to surface, which they did, naked, at 10.30I was still in my cum stained jock. After using the bathroom, showering and coffee, they told me it was time for round three. Back in bed, Jim mounted me first, with Steve's dick in my mouth. They swapped, and then back again, treating my ass to an hour of pounding, before they both bred me again. Steve had now cum five times, four inside me and once with Jim. Steve sucked me off, it didn't take long. It was raining and dreary outside and neither of us wanted to go home, so Jim made a bit of lunch, and as if I hadn't had enough punishment, we went back to bed. With us making out together, somehow, they both got hard again. I told them I'd had enough spunk for one weekend, but was happy to watch. Jim rolled on top of Steve, he opened his legs, and it was tables turned. I had to admit, it turned me on watching them fuck. Eventually, the sight of them going for it got me hard again. I thought about joining in, but didn't want another dick inside me, and wasn't keen on topping, so I shoved my knob into Steve's mouth and face fucked him. After fifteen minutes, Jim came and Steve produced yet another load. Jim pulled out and asked "Why don't you have a go?" Unable to find an excuse, I plowed into him. From somewhere, I found the energy and composure to build up speed and breed him, giving Steve a taste of his own medicine. I was knackered and pleased to be going home. When I got there, the wife was still in bed with two of her girlfriends. Too tired to care, I went to the spare bedroom and slept till morning.
