We had been on the Transatlantic route for a good few weeks, and it was becoming boring. Okay, so we had plenty of sex with each other, and I loved to have Ansel's big dick pumping into me, feeling his warm juices flooding my insides. We decided to contact the couple we had swapped numbers a few weeks previously, to see if they were in town and interested. The WhatsApp came back with a picture of them fucking. We invited them over. James and Will arrived Saturday afternoon, with a couple of bottles of wine. We made small talk over a glass of red. I could see them eyeing us up, especially Ansel's huge trouser snake. I decided to make a move, by walking over to James, kneeling, and relieving him of his jeans. I was pleased to see he was wearing a jockstrap, with his dick already out of the side. I shuffled out of my own pants and gave him head. Meanwhile, Ansel had taken Will into the bedroom and I could already hear the sounds of love making. For my part, I took James over to the sofa and stripped him naked, leaving his jock on. I undressed myself, leaving my cock out of the side of my briefs. We embraced and kissed, working on each other's dicks. I bent him over the back of the sofa and rimmed him, then lined myself up and slid home. With one knee on the seat, I humped away, with him groaning with pleasure and tossing himself. In the bedroom, things had gone quiet, and they came back into the lounge to watch us coming to a climax as I bred him and his spunk was all over the back of the sofa. I stuffed my wet dick back inside my briefs. We had another glass of wine, and they got ready to leave. I suggested that next time they stay the night. It was still only teatime. After eating and watching some game show on TV, we finished the wine and had an early night. Next morning, we had sex again before going back to work.
The Transatlantic flights continued. We got to know the bellboy at the hotel quite well, and always had special 'room service'. One night, after we had landed, we heard that the baggage handlers had gone on strike, and there would be no more flights until the dispute was sorted. This gave us the opportunity to explore the city. That evening, we made our way to Greenwich Village. We toured the cruising bars, with their dark rooms going off of the toilets, and gave some guys a good time. By now it was after midnight, we thought of going home, when we came across a place called The Dungeon, just a plain wooded door, with a spy-hole in it. We deliberated, then tapped on the door. The shutter the other side opened, followed by a naked, masked man letting us in. We were immediately relieved of our clothing. We thought about retreating, but it was too late. We were led into the main room, which was the height of hedonism. Men everywhere were performing sexual acts. Four guys were on a mattress, with one of them getting shafted in turns by the others. Another was blindfolded in a sling, with men lining up to treat him as a cum dump. Two men came up either side of us, and took us by the dick into another room. There was another mattress on the floor, that looked like it had been used countless times. We were laid on the bed, side by side. We held hands as they mounted us. No kissing, no intimacy, just fucking and swapping between us. We didn't even get hard. Unbeknown to us, we had been joined by several others. With the first two satisfied, their places were taken two more. The fucking continued, one after another, they came. Most did us missionary, some turned us over and did it doggy. After three quarters of an hour, we were left alone. We cuddled, and slowly our erections returned, and we made love. We staggered to our feet, collected our clothes, and left.
By the time the bellboy brought coffee and croissants next morning, it was back to normal. I suggested he came back at the end of his shift. He duly returned, having changed into a tracksuit. He did a striptease in front of us, twerking his bum as he dropped his trousers, then crawled up between us. He was a very sensual lover, kissing our erogenous zones. Ansel and I lay on our backs, he sat down on my pole. We kissed as he began arching his back and riding me. He bounced up and down, then leaned forward and said that he wanted both of us, something we had never done. Ansel came in behind us and edged his length in alongside me. We gave him time for his ass to adjust, and then Ansel began to pump. I managed to slide in as Ansel pulled out. We'd been at it for ten minutes when the bellboy came without touching himself, cum running out of him like a river. Ansel came next, his spunk dripping over my balls. This gave me the space to thrust hard breeding him.
The dispute went on for two days, and even then there was a huge backlog of travellers exhausted from sleeping in the terminals. We didn't go back to the Dungeon, but we did pay another visit to the cruising bars. This time we allowed ourselves to get fucked. Ansel by a little Hispanic boy with an out of proportion cock, and me by several guys in the sling.
On returning to the UK, we were given a week off, as the company thought we'd had an ordeal. (Well, we had in the Dungeon!). We chilled for the first two days, happy in our own company, but then it was time to invite James and Will to stay, but that's for the next chapter.
