I often had to pop into my local corner shop, for bread, milk, maybe wine, and other essentials. It was owned by Geoff, a diminutive 40 something. Only 5'6" and slightly greying, he maintained his boyish good looks. His assistant, Joe, was 19, with film star looks. Well over 6'0", blond with a chiseled jaw line and piercing eyes. He always wore tight fitting Levi's. The kind of guy any gay would jump through hoops for. He always led the conversation with a ,"Hi, how's your day been?" He probably said it to everyone, but I hung on every word, extending the conversation, just to be with them. Geoff never said much, but the way his eyes shifted from me to Joe and back, I knew he was having sexual thoughts. I popped in late one evening, the blinds had already been drawn, but the door was unlocked. They were nowhere to be seen, but there were sounds coming from the back room. I crept round behind the counter, and eased the door open a little. I stood, transfixed, there was Geoff, trousers around his knees, with Joe giving him a blow job. I remained silent. Geoff got up and bent over a table, Joe ate his ass and then plowed into him. Geoff tossed as Joe fucked him hard and bred him, Geoff shot his load over the floor. It was then that I gave a little cough. They looked up, startled and in shock, "Didn't you lock the door, Joe?" "I must have forgotten, I was so randy". I giggled and said, Thanks for the show, I'll think of you two in bed tonight. By the way, if you ever want a threesome..."
Over the next few weeks, I carried on chatting them up. To be honest, I would happily have had sex with either or both of them. I became infatuated. And then one Sunday, when the shop shuts earlier, I was invited to stay behind. Geoff lived in the flat above the shop, and when we got there, it was clear that Joe did as well to a greater or lesser extent. We went into the living room, it looked in need of a good clean, and I watched as the two of them made out, wondering if I would be able to join in. As it was, my erection was hurting. Then it happened, Geoff beckoned me over. We had a three way snog, and I felt their knobs though their jeans. Both were hard, Joe's seemed to go on for ever. I couldn't wait, I knelt and eased their jeans down, taking their boxers off at the same time. Geoff's a nice, suckable 6", but Joe's well over 8. I wanked and sucked them in turn, unbuttoning my own jeans and freeing my dick at the same time, hoping that I knew where this was leading. Joe hauled me back up, and we kissed again, this time Geoff gently wanking me. We went to the bedroom. Once there, Joe stripped both of us, then relieved himself of his own clothes. He sat on the bed, sucking Geoff and myself. I opened my legs a little and he probed a finger into my backside and toyed with my ring, My fantasy was becoming a reality. He stood up and told Geoff and I to bend over the bed. Cold lube was applied to our holes. He penetrated me first, fucking me slowly for a while, then withdrawing and giving Geoff the same treatment. Back to me, and then Geoff again. We then got on the bed and lay on our backs. Joe carried on in complete control, occasionally spitting on his dick. Eventually, he bred his boss, but it made no difference. We changed again and he did me doggy style, with Geoff now lying underneath me, tossing me. I splattered over his face. On he went, my ass getting sore. "For fuck's sake, cum in my ass!" He went faster and shot his load, much to my relief. We recovered, had a beer, and arranged to have a repeat performance the following week.
I seemed to spend half my life checking out guys, imagining what I'd like to do with them, (or them to me). I was still getting banged at work, and my pay had increased in line with the fucks, I felt a bit of a whore, but couldn't care less.
It was early September, and I was having my last trip tp the seaside of the year. The schools had gone back, and the town was full of older folks milling around. Walking along the prom, two elderly men were sat in deck chairs. I asked if I may join them. The conversation rambled on, and I found out they were long tern partners, now both retired. They seemed to be confused as to why a guy young enough to be their grandson, would want to chat with them. I explained that I preferred older men, and that I found them both attractive. In the end, we adjourned to a pub, and then back to their hotel. Walking behind them, I was impressed by how bold they were in walking holding hands, even in these LGBT friendly days.
Once inside, they didn't beat about the bush, doing what they had probably done dozens of times before. They stood by the bed, snogging and undressing. I watched and undressed myself. They laid on the bed and carried on making out, giving one another head. It was at this point that I was invited to join in, and clambered on the bed between them. They kissed each other, but not me, clearly kissing was for someone they loved rather than a one off shag. Apparently, everything was done like clockwork, a well rehearsed performance. At some point one of them put his cock in my mouth, while the other greased me up, there was to be little or no foreplay. Laying on my back, with my legs spread wide, I was mounted. For and old man, his stamina was surprising, as was his ability to plunge in from different angles and vary the tempo. All the time, I didn't touch myself, figuring it would take some time. I was turned over and fucked doggy, and then they swapped. This chap went much faster, with less finesse and quickly bred me, ( I must have done a good job sucking him). Back to the first guy, who was now so worked up, I could sense that he wouldn't last much longer. I pumped my dick and blew my load, as he emptied his seed into me. All very matter of fact. I dressed, said goodbye, and went on my way.
