It was with some reluctance, that I returned to college. Eric was a great lover, but I had gotten used to getting serviced by more than one dick at a time. Mr. and Mrs. Johnston were lovely people, who treated me like a son. I thought about using cottages, but the thought of being bent over a toilet in a public loo disgusted me. I would have to look round at college, and hope something turned up. The Winter was cold. With everyone done up in coats and jumpers, no one looked particularly sexy. The chance came up to go to an exhibition of farm machinery, so I put my name down to escape the boredom. The coach journey was about 90 minutes, and I sat next to a Scottish guy, who introduced himself as Jock, He had a thick mop of ginger hair and a goatee. His accent was so strong, I had a job to understand him, so we ignored each other on the outward journey, both playing on our phones. Nevertheless, we wandered around the exhibition together and I slowly became used to his dialect. It was when we were in the queue for a beer that he slipped his hand into mine and gave it a squeeze, his gaydar was obviously better than mine. I turned to him and he blew me a kiss. On the way home, he put his coat over our laps, and we tossed each other off, letting the cum slide down our shafts and soak into our underwear. We exchanged numbers before he fell asleep on my shoulder.
I'd heard nothing from him, and assumed that it was just a passing encounter, so I sent him a WhatsApp message with a picture of my 7.5". The message came back, 'Sorry, been busy, free this weekend if you want to cum over, and added his address.' He texted back 'BTW, my boyfriend will be here'. I made my excuses to Eric, packed an overnight bag. They lived in a little farm cottage at the end of a gravel track. I arrived at 8.30 Friday night. Jock's boyfriend, Rob, stood over 6'0" tall, slim, with dark hair and grey eyes. They immediately made me welcome, offering me a beer, a kiss on the cheek and giving my nuts a squeeze.
I sat on a sofa, making small talk, when really, I needed sex. I didn't have long to wait. Bold as brass, Rob came over, stood in front of me and dropped his jeans and boxers. A long, semi hard dick sprang out. "I guess this is what you've come for", and gave it a flick. Without waiting to be asked, I leant forward and gave his penis a kiss. He held the back of my head and forced it into my mouth, with it growing all the time, until it choked me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jock stripping off. A mat of ginger hair covered the pale skin of his chest, and an almost white dick stood proudly from a forest of ginger pubes. Rob stopped face fucking me and said, "It's about time you showed us what you've got. I eased my sweatpants down, taking my D&G briefs down with them, revealing my glorious 7.5" of manhood. "Told you he had a big dick", Jock piped up. Rob knelt, cradled my sack and went down on me. Somehow, this seemed the wrong was round to what I was expecting, but my cock liked the attention, and we had all weekend. Jock came over, knelt behind his boyfriend, rimming him. I realised I would be one end of a spit roast. Jock penetrated his boyfriend and put a hand up to me for a high five. As he began to pump, he said, "Welcome to hedonism." He fucked for a bit, then dropped to the floor and we swapped places, me fucking Rob doggy style. Then Jock came behind me and formed a chain. Fucking, and getting fucked, I didn't last very long and spread my seed into Rob, but Jock plowed on, demonstrating his stamina. He turned me over, put my leg on his shoulder, and carried on. I never went completely soft. Jock decided to take a breather, so Rob took his place, and I tasted my own anal juices. My cock was rising again, and I was tempted to start wanking, but Rob slapped my hand away. He humped harder and bred me. They swapped and I cleaned Rob's sticky dick. Jock slammed into me, now banging me hard and breeding me again. I cleaned my second knob as cum bubbled out of my butt. The weekend had begun.
We drank more beer, then wine. I was quite tipsy when we went to bed, but they still seemed sober. I slept between them, though at different times in the night, we all got up for a piss. In the morning, we took it in turns to shower, then went back to bed for part two of the shaggathon. This time, we actually kissed and made out, taking our time exploring one another's bodies. I hadn't really appreciated how fit Jock was. I ran my fingers over his chest and toyed with his nipples. Meanwhile, my ass was being eaten. I gave myself to them. We were still kissing when Rob eased himself into me. This time, he carried on until he climaxed. I turned around, Rob and I kissed, as I was fucked and bred for a second time. The day was spent chilling out and going for a long walk along a riverbank, with arms around each other. That evening, rob cooked steak, and we settled down to more beer and wine. By 10.00, I could see they were getting lustful again, so I stripped and got on my hands and knees, offering my hole to them. They took it in turns to spit roast me, fucking alternately for 45 minutes, before they both filled me again. With cum running out of me, we went to bed. As with the previous night, there were trips to the bathroom, followed by showers in the morning. Rob cooked a full English, before they took me back to bed for a final shag. Rob laid on his back and I sat on him. Leaning forward to kiss, Jock pushed his dick in alongside his boyfriend, The first time I had been double penetrated. It took some getting used to, but once my hole had adjusted, I let them help themselves. Precum flowed out of me, something that rarely happens. When Jock said he was getting close, I began beating. He delivered his babies, leaving Rob and me to fuck forever. I suppose with this being the fourth time of the weekend, he was in no hurry to cum. We kissed and changed positions several times, before he finally bred me missionary, and I splattered everywhere. Before I left, I asked them who normally tops. They said they both preferred to, so took it in turns, making the weekend extra-special. I left, walking like a cowboy.
Back home, Jock sent me a message, thanking me for a great weekend, and saying I was welcome anytime. I sent a picture back of a dildo stuffed in my ass.
