This is a fictional story from my imagination.
My name is Paul, I'm from the UK, and this happened when I was 21. A little about myself; Quite bright, I had just finished uni, an honours degree in economics. 6'1", short fair hair and a dimple in my chin, average dick. I'd been through a succession of girls, luckily none became pregnant, it never quite did it for me, I was going through the motions. My parents, who I still lived with, brought me up to be kind and considerate, from assisting school mates with their homework to helping old ladies across the road. I had three or four close buddies, who I went all the way through school with, all had girlfriends at one time or another.
I was out mowing the front lawn on a Saturday morning, when a car pulled up two doors down. I hadn't noticed that the for sale sign had been removed. Two men in their 30s got out and walked up the path arm in arm. At the front door, they kissed before going inside. I had never seen two men kiss before. It made my dick twitch, I don't know why. Shortly after, a large van drew up. Another guy got out and my two new neighbours went to help unload furniture and household belongings, Not wishing to pry, I resumed mowing.
Over the next couple of hours, the van kept coming back with more stuff, mainly large cardboard boxes. I went to lend a hand. The hallway was rammed with the contents of several deliveries. With their guidance, I set about putting the stuff in the right rooms, hard, sweaty work, we all had our tops off. I couldn't help but notice their fine bodies, chest hair, (of which I have none) glistening. the waistbands of their Calvin Klein underwear above their shiny football shorts. I felt my dick harden. Finally, with the hallway cleared, they offered me a beer, which I accepted even though I didn't drink. We walked out into the back garden and sat at an old picnic bench. They had matching rings on their left fingers, it never occurred to me that two men could be married to each other. They introduced themselves as Nick and Joe, I told them I was Paul, and I would happily help them get unpacked, if they wanted me to. Joe responded by leaning over the table and kissing me. 'Bloody hell', I thought, 'what have I let myself in for?'
Anyway, over the next two weeks I popped round whenever I could, helping them move furniture, put up shelves, all sorts. Each time I would be rewarded with a beer and a kiss from both of them. The kisses became more passionate, every night I found myself thinking of them and wanking. By the third week, they were feeling my erection through my shorts and squeezing my bum. One evening, we had some particularly hard work, after the beer, they slipped out of their shorts and boxers. Both had stiffies that more than outdid mine, and I'm above average. Ignoring me, they fell onto the floor and made out, kissing, groping and having what I now know to be a sixty nine. I couldn't help but masturbate. Things I'd only ever seen on gay porn sites were unfolding in front of my eyes. Nick turned over, Joe rimmed him and penetrated. 'Fuck me', I thought, my own personal porn show. Joe pumped long and slow, making sure I had a good view of his cock disappearing. Too much, I shot my load. It didn't matter, Nick had his left hand supporting himself, he was wanking with the other. He also made a mess on the carpet. A few minutes later, Joe roared, "I'm cumming", and he ejaculated inside his husband. "Bloody Nora", was all I could manage. They apologised, saying they didn't know what came over them. I pointed at the cum soaked carpet in front of me. More beer, and Joe asked if I had ever had gay sex. "No, never, I think it may hurt." "Do you think you would top or bottom?" "Either, I don't know until I try." "Would you like to?" My eyes answered for me. "Come round Saturday morning, 10ish and we'll see. In the meantime, google anal sex." I went home and got my laptop out, clean yourself, either with a douche bulb, (which I didn't have) or by taking the head off the shower. A little diagram showed me how. With the parents now in bed, I went to the bathroom to experiment. It worked a treat, and I came back feeling refreshed, wanking before falling asleep.
Saturday morning, and I'm up, breakfast, bathroom. Clean my teeth, have a crap and use the shower. Knowing the lads liked nice underwear, I chose D & G briefs my sister had given me. Shorts. a Liverpool shirt, and I'm knocking on their door, which opened as I knocked, "Come in, we're upstairs." 'This is it', I thought as I mounted the staircase. They were on top of the duvet, tossing one another, "Hi Paul, do a striptease and join us." I felt a bit foolish, trying to undress seductively. No matter, I was also hard by the time I was naked. I worked my way up the bed between them kissing as I went. When I got to their cocks, I gave them head, not nearly as unpleasant as I thought it would be. On up until I was alongside them. I kissed Joe, Nick kissed his way down my spine and rimmed me. I turned and kissed Nick, and Joe did the same. "Do you want to fuck, or be fucked?. Nick asked. "Fucked, but please be gentle." I replied. Joe tried first, applying loads of lube to me and himself, he tried to penetrate, my ring was having none of it. Nick tried with the same result. "Okay", Joe said We'll lie on our backs and you can impale yourself. That way, you are in control." More lube. I held the base of Joe's penis and slowly eased down. He was inside me, virginity taken, and It didn't hurt too much. On down until I was completely inside him. It felt wonderful. I climbed off him, and sat on Nick, this time much easier. I could ride and kiss both of them. Heaven. I kept swapping from one to the other, arching my back and jerking. I blew the biggest cum load of my life, I climbed off, and they did me doggy style. I couldn't see who bred me first. Whoever it was, ate his own cum, as did the other one. Neighbours to lovers in three weeks. I couldn't wait to see how it develops from here.
