Before we could get in touch with them, James phoned to invite us to Will's birthday. We naturally said yes, and asked if there was anything we could bring. "Some booze and your beautiful bodies," was James's reply. It was a warm day, so we just wore shorts and T-shirts, and dispensed with underwear. They lived in a picture postcard cottage in a small hamlet. As we drove into the driveway, we were surprised to see several cars already there, and another following us in. The front door was already open, so we walked in with the beer and wine. The two guys behind us had flowers. I judged them to be early 30s, and very good-looking.
The house seemed empty, but there was music coming from the back garden, so we left the booze in the kitchen, and wandered through. The large, walled garden had blankets and blow-up mattresses everywhere, with men in various stages of undress milling around. Will was the centre of attention, wearing only the shortest of short shorts. James was chatting to a group of men, most of whom were naked. We went over to Will and gave him a birthday kiss, giving his nuts a squeeze, then to James, who flung his arms around us and drew us into a group hug, putting his hands down the back of our shorts. Everyone was drinking, dancing, and having a good time. I went and fetched a beer for us, joining in with the festivities.
As the afternoon progressed, the alcohol took over, and guys started making out, some in pairs, others in threes and fours. We popped back to the car and stripped, determined to get laid, or do the fucking. The two boys who had followed us in made a bee line for us, and soon the four of us were making out on a mattress, with others watching. We swapped and changed until we ended up with the most compatible guy. I wanted to get laid, while the other chap wanted Ansel's big dick inside him. We were used to an audience, and enjoyed putting on a show. Cheered on by those watching, I opened my legs, was rimmed, and mounted. Ansel's guy was on all fours, being take from behind, Ansel's favourite position. we hadn't been at the party long, so wanted to make it last. We swapped partners, whether they liked it or not, then back. We both lay on our backs. One of them lowered himself down on Ansel, and I was done missionary. Someone else put their dick in my mouth. Cum splattered over us. The guy bouncing on Ansel shot his load, and I was bred at one end and had cum on my face, but neither of us had emptied our balls. We stopped for beer and did a bit more milling around, chatting to the other guests, all of whom were now naked, most with erections. As afternoon turned to evening, guests, having had their fill of drink and sex left, and by 7pm there was only James, Will and two others left, It was left to James to get things going, kneeling and taking each of us in his mouth in turn, while wanking those on either side, but I was hungry for dick. When it came to my turn, I hauled him up, then turned around and put my hands on my knees, inviting whoever wanted to, to fuck me. I couldn't see who it was, but a fat cock opened me up, held onto my hips, and thrust hard, making me stumble forward and collapse on a mattress. I was put on my back and the three of them took it in turns to breed me, the last one being Ansel. I had three cocks to lick clean. Finally, I tossed myself, emptying what had been brewing all day. With us spent, we thanked Will and James, and said our goodbyes.
Our next flight was to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. We knew we had to be careful because of their strict anti-homosexuality laws. Ansel even wore boxers to hide his dick. We were put up in the Hilton, in one of the smaller rooms as usual. We checked in, changed into shorts and polos, and went to explore, making sure we didn't act queer. Going round a sous market, with rather macabre cattle heads hanging from hooks, I noticed we were being followed by a couple of young men about our age, dressed in Arabic gowns. We stopped to look at a stall, and they stopped. I had to find out whether they liked us, or we were about to be murdered. I smiled and put my hand out to greet them. Fortunately, they smiled and shook my hand. "Do you speak English?" "A little." "Why have you been following us?" "We like English men and you both very handsome." "I thought it was illegal here." "Mustn't be caught. You come to our house later for good time." Intrigued, we said okay. They handed us their address. We went back to the hotel and showered, then left for their address, telling the receptionist to report us missing if we're not back by midnight. They lived in a rambling apartment block, on the second floor, We knocked and they welcomed us in, quickly shutting the door. "Must be very quiet." We were led through to a room that served as a lounge and bedroom. There, they embraced and kissed us, smelling of cannabis. Feeling through their gowns, they were freeballin underneath, already with hard-ons. We were led to the bed. Not really enough room for the four of us, but we kissed and stripped, their dark olive skin glowed in the half light. Both had impressive weapons. One guy took me to the sofa. "I fuck you?" he asked. I smiled and gave his dick a stroke. Ansel was on the bed getting the same treatment. He smeared some form of lube on me, I bent over the sofa, and he took me from behind, his low hanging balls slapping me. Ansel had his legs in the air, being shagged hard. Neither lasted very long, and we were both bred. "Now we watch you fuck." I joined Ansel and we put on a demonstration of English gay love making, with Ansel taking me in three or four positions, ending up wanking over my chest. I tossed and my cum mixed with his. By this time, the Arabs were hard again, and insisted on tossing over me as well. We dressed, they made sure the coast was clear, and we scurried back to the hotel, but not before swapping numbers, in case we return. We said not a word to anyone, for fear of getting them into trouble.
We returned to Gatwick next day, and were glad to be back in our own bed. We kissed and cuddled for ages, before Ansel mounted me, yet again.
