Simon and I continued to meet at the swimming pool. My ability and stamina improved, as did my body shape and confidence. Not wishing to be barred from the pool, we saved our love making to when we got home.
For the time being, I was happy to give and receive head, and we could do it several times a night. I know I had fucked him once, but that was almost by accident, and I felt a little guilty afterwards, but Simon laughed it off. I wouldn't say we were a couple, but it was nice having him around for company, if nothing else.
It was a Sunday morning, it was raining hard, and we were having a lie in. We both used the bathroom, showered, and went back to bed. Cuddling, listening to the pitter patter on the windows, I turned to Simon, held onto his hardness and said I wanted it inside me. I turned away, so that he was spooning me. He felt my hole, which was still moist from the shower and he didn't want to let me down. With a push, he slid inside, I turned my head so that we could kiss, then I pushed back on him until he was buried to the hilt. I don't think he had ever fucked before, but instinctively he started pumping. After a while, I sat up so that I was in a reverse cowboy, and took control, bobbing up and down on his pole and jerking until I splattered over his legs. I squeezed his ring, milking the cum from him. As he went soft, I climbed off and we cuddled again. I thanked him, saying that I now felt complete.
Having discovered sex, I didn't want to limit myself to Simon, lovely though he was. In the gym, I began to notice other guys about my age, and wondered if any were gay. Some wore tight lycra, clearly showing their meat and two veg, but I was too nervous to make an approach. I needn't have worried. I was on a rowing machine, when one of the lads I'd been eye-balling came and stood with his cock in my face. "I'm Pete. I've noticed you looking at me, and I think you fancy me." I stammered, but my eyes gave me away, so I told him how good looking he was. "Why don't we go and get changed?" In the changing room was a small steam room. We undressed and entered, already with semis, sitting on benches about three feet apart. Through the mist, I could see him playing with himself, so I did likewise. Then he leaned forward and stroked my thigh. I did nothing to stop him, rather I opened my legs more, inviting him to do as he wished, which was to give me head. I closed my eyes and put my hands behind my head. His warm lips engulfed me, and he cupped my balls. He was an excellent cock sucker and had me spasming into him in minutes. I offered to return the favour, but he said he'd wanked just before the gym. Then I invited him home to watch a movie, to which he readily agreed. He followed me back to my house. Indoors we went straight to bed. Undressed. he kissed his way down my body, then back up, where he climbed on top of me, rubbing our hard dicks together. Then he rolled me over and told me to relax. He kissed and licked his way down my spine, parted my cheeks and rimmed me, soaking me with saliva. I prepared myself to be fucked for a second time. This time I knew what to do, and poked my hips up. I sighed as he split me open, pinned me down and began to thrust. After a while, we rolled onto our sides. He carried on pumping, with one hand jerking me. "I'm getting close", he said, so I took over wanking duties and shot several ribbons over my sheets as he bred me. He held himself inside me until he went limp.
I ordered in a take away and opened some beers. When the delivery boy arrived, I answered the door with just a towel around me. As he handed over the food, the towel dropped, giving him an eyeful. With my arms full, the cheeky devil gave my dick a tug, and said he'd like some of that sometime. We ate, finished the beer, and turned in. During the night, I heard him get up for a piss. Coming back to bed, he nuzzled into me with his hardening dick up my crack, so I pushed back and told him to help himself, not sure if I was dreaming it. The rocking of the bed woke me as he slammed into me, filling my guts again. We drifted off. The next morning, the insatiable Pete was at it again. We showered together, and he had me up against the tiles. I shot over the glass. We had breakfast and coffee, and he went on his way, saying he'd love a repeat performance. With him out of the way, I went back to bed and slept until lunchtime.
I made a note to call the take away shop and try to get the number of the delivery boy, reckoning he was probably a student helping to pay his fees. They refused to give me his number, so I ordered some more food for that evening, even though I already had food in. My ass started to crave dick. Colin arrived at 9pm, saying it was the end of his shift. I welcomed him in and we shared the food, washed down with red wine. He started to apologise for his behaviour the previous evening, but I just rubbed my crotch. "I hope you liked what you saw", I said with a grin. He unzipped himself and pulled out a lethal weapon. Up until now, I had only had small or normal size cocks, and here I was staring at an ever growing monster. "The girls find it too big, so I hope you can cope," he said, giving it a stroke and squeezing some precum from the end. "I'm happy to give it a try, but we'll have to have some foreplay." Naked in the bedroom, I wondered where to begin. I sat on the edge of the bed and swallowed what I could, settling for peeling the foreskin back and licking the sensitive glands. Then I fell back onto the bed, pulling him on top of me. We kissed and gave each other head, he even complimented me on my size, saying most men would be proud to have a penis like mine. And then he turned me over. Reaching into his trouser pocket, he brought out a small bottle of lube, and greased my hole until three fingers went inside. Then he laid on his back, slapped a load of lube on himself and told me to sit on him. 'It can't hurt any more than a giant shit,' I thought, and lowered myself, holding the base and guiding him in. My ass must be getting used to being invaded, as I inched down quite easily, rocking back and forth till I was used to the size. My erection returned and he pumped me as I rode him. With him rubbing my prostate with every thrust, I didn't last very long, shooting over his chin and body. I held myself up slightly so that he could plow into me. What seemed like gallons flooded my insides.
We had some more wine and went back to bed. In the morning he had me again, this time doggy, holding onto my hips and banging for all he was worth. I came again without touching myself. Checking, he said he worked most weekends, but was free most nights, if I was up for it. My ass tingled at the thought.
