We were lying in bed one evening, basking in the afterglow of sex, when Ansel suggested that it would be fun to visit one of our old cruising areas. The next evening, we waited until dusk, I put a spot of lube on in expectation, and dressed in loose shorts, we made our way to Maidenbower Park. We parked in the football club, and made our way down an old track into the bushes. Once we reached a secluded spot, we dropped our shorts, I braced myself against a tree, and let Ansel take me. Not caring who heard, I made a lot of noise as my boyfriend went for it. We hadn't even noticed that we had an audience. After ten minutes Ansel bred me, and I thought that would be it, I'd have a wank, tidy ourselves up and go. The three guys who had been watching had other ideas. Ansel could only look on as, one by one, the took it in turns to fuck me. By the time they'd had their way, cum ran down my legs. I pulled my shorts up, and we headed home, had a couple of beers, and went to bed. We kissed and cuddled, then I reminded Ansel that I hadn't cum yet. I felt his knob, which was already growing, and with a few strokes, was solid again. I lay on my back and let him have his way. We shagged for ages before he finally bred me again and I made a mess of the sheets. I had to wear boxers as I leaked so much.
The next day, we had the good news that Ansel was being promoted to business class. Not only would it mean a pay rise, but lots of tips from wealthy Arabs and oil workers. We celebrated in the usual way, Ansel shagging me senseless.
On the next flight to the Middle East, it was strange, Ansel turning left in the plane. When I met him after all the passengers had disembarked, he was all smiles, He'd joined the mile high club with a Saudi, and had a pocket full of cash. We made our way to the hotel, a room on one of the underground floors, and slept. Next morning, we thought about contacting the guys we'd met the time before, but before we could find their number, the bedside phone went. It was two cabin crew from the Dutch K.L.M. airline wondering if we were gay, and if so, would we like some fun? We didn't need asking twice. Again I lubed myself. We plonked shorts and Ts on and went downstairs. Their door was already open, so we knocked and walked in to find two blond stunners, already with erections. A space had already been cleared in the middle of the room, even though there was a double bed. We quickly stripped, Daan and Bram welcomed us with a kiss and a tug on our dicks. Bram's cock was particularly impressive, very fat, and bending up and to the left. I couldn't resist, and knelt to suck, but couldn't get it in my mouth, and had to be content with licking the crown and sucking on his low hangers. Ansel was getting similar action from Daan. Bram pushed me backward onto my back. I opened my legs and invited him in. Next to us, Ansel lay on his back and Daan rode him like a cowboy, arching his back and covering Ansel's chest in rivers of semen. Climbing off, he put his head on Ansel's stomach in time to catch a face full. The room had been charged with testosterone as Bram and Ansel plowed away. Bram came first, holding still and pulsing deep inside, while I jerked a load over myself. We lay recovering and Bram suggested we split up for the night, so I took him back upstairs, leaving Ansel and Daan to do their own thing. In bed, it wasn't long before Bram was ready to go again. This time he took longer, making love rather than a quick shag. We did it in every way possible, before he bred me again, and I tossed myself. In the morning, we showered together, then went back to bed. I rode him, enjoying being in control. Raising myself up, he thrust up to meet me. We came together. There was a knock on the door, and I opened it to a beaming Ansel. I kissed Bram goodbye, and crawled back into bed with my boyfriend. We kissed and I felt his ring. It was wet. It transpired that they had done it both ways, and Daan had fucked him twice. We lay in bed for as long as we could, then made our way to the airport. The return flight was mainly overnight and uneventful. A few hours later we were back in the apartment. We slept for 12 hours, waking up hungry, but refreshed. While we love having sex on our travels, it's great to be home and having sex when we want. We had three days off, and made the most of it, lying in half the morning and rarely wearing clothes. We thought of going cruising again, but decided against it, choosing instead to invite Andrew, one of the pilots who we'd had fun with a while ago. I remembered his red hair and ginger pubes, as well as his amazing recovery rate. Luckily, he was free, and delighted to be invited as Julian was away and he was at a loose end. We were in our underwear, anticipating his arrival. He had a backpack, a bottle of wine, and a cheeky grin, knowing what was in store for him. Ansel was excited as Andrew always topped, and he wanted to be fucked for a change. We waisted no time stripping him and leading him to the bedroom. There we made out, each with a cock in our mouths at one point. It was only a question of which one of us he would take on first. He chose Ansel, so I got off the bed, and sat in an armchair to watch the action. He took Ansel from behind, before rolling him over and remounting him, shagging hard. For my sake, he pulled out and shot his load over Ansel's chest. Ansel deliberately didn't touch himself, knowing there would be second helpings. We had a glass of wine while he recovered, then it was my turn, so Ansel and I swapped places and he watched Andrew take me on. I went down on him to start with, I could still taste the cum from previous, then lay on my back and let him have his way. Having already cum once, he lasted longer, and shagged me in different positions for over half an hour, before the stallion bred me. I cleaned him off. We finished the wine (and another bottle), and went to bed. During the night, he went for a piss, then came back and made the bed rock as he gave Ansel another seeing to. This time Ansel couldn't help but cum. We went back to sleep on wet sheets. In the morning, we took turns to use the bathroom and shower. We had coffee and breakfast. I'd barely finished, when Andrew bent me over the kitchen table and fucked me amongst the crockery, the insatiable man unloading again. I managed to get a hand on myself, and put a puddle on the floor.
He had to leave, but said we were welcome to go to their place, as he had too much spunk for Julian to cope with.
