We sailed into Singapore. The first thing you notice is that it's spotless, no litter or graffiti anywhere. Of all the oriental countries, it is one of the most expensive. We walked along Orchard Street, admiring the designer outlets and shopping malls, stopping off for coffee to do some people-watching. I needed a piss, and found the conveniences in one of the malls. I stood there, idly watching the stream, and hadn't noticed the oriental guy next to me. In perfect English, he said, "Bloody hell, you needed that". He was beautiful, with dark, brooding eyes. I found myself saying, "You're gorgeous". "You have a nice dick", he replied, so I turned to show him. He moved closer and held it, then leaned forward and kissed me. We went into a stall, where he sat on the loo. Stroking and sucking, I was soon fully erect. He tossed himself, as he feasted on me, licking my balls and shaft, then deep-throating me. Expertly, he brought me to orgasm. His own cum splattered on the floor. I helped him up, kissed him, and said Thank you. Lance wondered why I was so long, but chuckled when I told him, and said, "Lucky you".
On the return journey, we stopped at a couple of the islands, with their white coral sand, then back to Manila. We had a night in the Hilton before our flight, and visited the Nectar Club, with its famous drag acts.
We arrived home, fully rested, with a stack of memories and photos. We invited Clive round for dinner, with his latest boyfriend, Russ, a quiet, demur lad about 30. As we ate, Clive said he had told Russ all about us, with a wink. We told them about our exploits on holiday. Clive didn't seem surprised, but Russ had to shift in his seat, clearly turned on. The wine flowed, and everyone relaxed. After we had cleared up, Clive and Russ sat on the sofa, holding hands. Lance went behind the sofa, leaned over, and kissed Russ on the neck. The wine must have taken effect, as he turned, and their lips met. I watched as Lance undid Russ's shirt buttons and ran his hand over his chest. Clive unclipped his belt and unzipped himself. I rubbed myself. Russ's shirt came off, revealing well-defined pecs, and a covering of light hair descending into his boxers. I thought I'd join in. Kneeling on the carpet, I eased Russ's erection from his boxers. Clive wriggled out of his trousers, giving me two dicks to suck on. We went to the bedroom, losing our clothes on the way. Russ lay on the bed. Clive kissed him, while Lance worked on his genitals. He turned on his side. I left him to Lance and started making out with Clive. I lay beside Clive, kissing him as Lance took him from behind. Clive was rimming me with my bum over the side of the bed. I needed him inside me. "Fuck me hard!". With that, he replaced his tongue with his cock and plowed in. Lance was holding Russ by the waist and fucking him so hard that it made the bed shake. Russ and I tossed each other while having our holes drilled. Lance came first, with a series of grunts. Clive wasn't far behind, firing his spunk into me. Russ and I wanked furiously, emptying onto the duvet. After recovering, we went back to the lounge for more wine. Lance slept with Russ, and I with Clive.
I was woken in the morning by the sounds of love-making. I nipped to the loo, then snuggled back with Clive. The noises from the other room made me hard. I kissed Clive awake. He needed the loo as well, but came back with a semi. We were making out when the noises from the other bedroom reached fever pitch with screams and cries. Clive mounted me, fucking slowly and kissing me. Lance and Russ came to watch as Clive picked up speed, thrusting harder. I jacked for all I was worth. We came simultaneously, Clive deep inside me, and my belly covered with an impressive load. We took it in turns to shower, and I cooked breakfast. The holiday was lovely, but it was good to be home.
Lance's firm had a new graduate join the team. Giles was assigned to Clive to put under his wing and nurture him, as his boss said. Giles was a bit of a geek. Tall and gangly, with untidy hair and thick glasses. He came from a posh background, having been to boarding school before Cambridge. At 23, he seemed quite naive. Despite his awkwardness, he was eager to please and a quick learner, with brilliant computer skills.
Wanting to get to know him better, Lance invited him over for a meal. He arrived by Uber. I took his coat and gave him a glass of red. He kicked off his shoes and I showed him into the lounge. He was difficult to converse with at the start, but onto his second glass, he loosened up. He started recalling stories from boarding school and uni. Over dinner, the chat heated up as Lance told him of some of our escapades, glossing over the really explicit bits to avoid embarrassment. It would appear he was not as innocent as he seemed. Having spent all his life in a male-only environment, he only knew gay sex. He happily recalled circle jerks and BJs. Back in the lounge, I sat next to him on the sofa. By now, he was completely at home. I stroked his thigh, rather than resist, he parted his legs. Lance watched intently, as I put my hand on his bulge and pulled him into a kiss. His apparent naivety was misplaced, as he responded by putting his hand on my hardness, his long fingers feeling my cock. Lance had his penis out, subconsciously stroking. I led Giles upstairs with Lance following. Standing by the bed, clothes were discarded. His dick was at least 7" long, and fat, with a long foreskin. He wasn't the least embarrassed as I went down on him, gripping his butt and swallowing what I could. He pushed me back on the bed and took control. Lance undressed, but didn't interfere, other than putting the lube close. He sucked me, then turned me over to rim me and lube my hole. More gel on his penis, and he leaned over me, pushing the whole 7" in to the hilt. It was obvious that he was no novice, fucking me at different speeds and angles. He pulled me up, so that he could take me doggy, with my head buried in the pillow. When he came, his orgasm seemed to last forever. He slipped out, cum dripping down my leg, and rolled onto his back. Lance took over, sliding in on a river of spunk. He held me firmly and fucked me with a forcefulness that he hadn't done in ages. Giles's cock grew again as he watched. Lance bred me. Almost without stopping, the geeky stallion took over again, fucking me remorselessly. I came without touching myself. Giles banged even harder and gave me my third load in half an hour. They knelt either side of me, kissing, while I licked their cum-soaked cocks clean.
After Giles left, we poured more wine. I had to wear boxers on my leaking bum, but we couldn't wait to see him again. Next time, he can stay the night. Never judge a book by its cover.
