I few weeks later, I too, was promoted, so I would be working with my boyfriend again. We alternated between New York and Dubai. preferring the Middle East, as there were more tips. One such flight was overnight. An hour into the journey, and most of the passengers were sleeping. I could easily have dozed off myself. Somebody put their overhead light on, so I went to see what they wanted. He was a bear, with the top 3 or 4 buttons of his check shirt undone, revealing a mass of hair. "How may I help you?" "Are you gay?" "Yes, but it's no business of yours." "I didn't get any off the missus today, you have a cute ass, and I want to use it. I'll make it worth your while. " he was not the type to argue with, so I told him to meet me in the toilets in five minutes, saying I would leave the door ajar. In the loo, I dropped my trousers and boxers, lubed myself with liquid soap, and waited, bent over the toilet. A few minutes later the guy came in and locked the door. I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip himself. A finger prodded into me, replaced by his penis. He grabbed my hips and pounded me. I felt sorry for his wife. He came with a grunt in minutes, slapped my bum, stuffed his wet dick back in his pants, and was gone. I tidied myself up. Next time I walked down the aisle, he smiled and shoved a load of notes in my hand. Ansel was impressed.
The plane landed and Ansel and I stood by the door, wishing the passengers a safe onward journey as they disembarked. The guy who had fucked me shoved a piece of paper in my hand. It said he and his mates (not saying how many) were staying in The Hilton before going into the desert, and that we were welcome to join them for the evening. BTW, my mate says the dark one is cute. It had a phone number. We were also staying through the day and overnight at The Hilton, so I replied, saying we may see them later, after we'd had a sleep. We checked in and went to our room for a shower and a nap. A few hours later, I received a message with a room number, saying anytime after 6pm. Ansel and I chatted it over and replied in the positive. We didn't bother with underwear, just shorts and Ts, and both lubed up, went to meet them. There were five guys, from mid- twenties to middle aged. Three of them were naked, the other two had their erections through the fly hole of their loose boxers. I was surprised to see them kissing and fondling each other, until they explained that they were in the desert for a month at a time, and "What's a man supposed to do?" They invited us to join them in a group hug. With us in a circle, we kissed and hands roamed everywhere. The apartment had two bedrooms, each with two queen sized beds (apparently, one of the guys, the boss, had his own room). We split up, Ansel going with two of them into one bedroom, and I took on the other three, including the one who fucked me on the plane. This time, he was much more sensitive. Naked, we pushed the two beds together and were soon mass of arms and legs. I just went with the flow. They decided that they all wanted to fuck me, starting with the youngest. I lay on my back, one dick inside me, another in my mouth, tossing the third. A few minutes later, I received my first load. Another man took over. He lasted longer than the first, but with the same end result. The third chap slipped into my cum soaked hole, cheered on by the others. as he built up speed, I jerked myself and shot a huge load as I was bred for a third time inside half an hour. I thought that was it, but the youngster was hard again. I knelt with my elbows on the mattress and my head in a pillow and let him have his way. He fucked me for ages, pulling out, running it up and down my crack, and shoving it back in. It took him another 20 minutes before he pumped his second load into me. We relaxed and they thanked me. Next door, Ansel had been luckier. He'd fucked one guy, and had the other one fuck him, but all in all, it was a fun time. Ansel and I didn't make love again until we were back in the apartment.
That was the last time we went to Dubai for a long time. They switched us to the far East, flying to Singapore and Hong Kong, in competition with Cathay Pacific. 13 hour flights were very gruelling, with us getting little or no sleep, especially if there were young children onboard. By the time we reached our destination, we were knackered, and collapsed into bed. That aside, we had an hour before the homeward journey. Luckily, we were given 48 hours off, before doing it all over again. Apart from lazy shags with the two of us, life just went from one tiring journey to the next. To make up, we had a two week holiday. For the first two days we just slept, then went looking for sex. We thought about going to Spain or Italy, but we were sick of flying, so we booked into The Ship hotel in Brighton, on the south coast of England, known as the gay capital of the UK. We had a lazy morning, then strolled through the gay quarter and found a bar overlooking the sea. Sitting outside with a beer, we got chatting to a couple of good-looking local lads. Harry and Rich had been an item for two years. We bought them another beer, and, like most gay boys, the conversation soon turned to sex. Out of cheekiness, I asked if they were monogamous. They looked at each other and shifted in their seats, Harry started, "Well, if we must be honest, we try to be, but we're only 21, both with high libidos, so we agreed a long time ago to play the field a little until we want to settle down. We reasoned that if we didn't, we would do it behind the other one's back, so we may as well be open and truthful, but we only play together." It was like music to our ears. "Do you fancy us?" asked Ansel. "Do you have dicks," was the reply. We finished our beers and walked 10 minutes to their apartment, a one-bedroom conversion of a Regency property. Indoors, we kicked off our shoes. Ansel went with Harry and Rich took me to the bedroom, leaving the door open. n the lounge, Ansel and Harry groped one another as the clothes came off. They then disappeared onto the carpet. All we could hear was the sounds of kissing and petting, which is what Rich and I were doing. I heard Harry gasp as Ansel penetrated him. That spurred Rich to roll me onto my back, push my legs into the air and give me a good rimming, then knelt up and pushed in. True to his word, he was a sensational lover, changing speeds and angles. He came, but just kept pumping. Next door, Harry screamed as he shot his load. Rich turned me over and took me from behind. heard Ansel grunt as he unloaded. I now had a hand on myself and was tossing furiously. Rich pumped even harder and bred me for a second time inside ten minutes. I made a mess on the sheets.
We swapped numbers, and we met them twice more that week, swapping partners. The last time, after they had fucked us, we watched as they made love in front of us. It was beautiful.
