After the fun I had with Mike and Rhys, I wanted more and more sex. At least the memories I had of them gave me something to masturbate over, which I did most nights, and more often at weekends. I had learned two things : I liked having a penis inside me, yum yum, and two or more cocks are better than one.
Surprisingly, my next dalliance came with the first team coach, and our cox. Adam had put on a lot of weight since retiring, too much time in the bar, and none in the gym had made him a stereotypical bear, complete with beard and beer belly. Contrasted to that was Zach, 5'5" and under 7 stone, which made him perfect for steering the boats.
Word had obviously got round that I was a good shag. I was asked to stay on after training, and taken to the storeroom where we keep life jackets, oars, sweatshirts and Ts with our logo on. Once there we got down to business, kissing and undressing. Adam had thick hair all over his body, his 6" dick barely visible until he was erect. Zach was completely smooth, even round his genitals. His small stature made him look like a schoolboy, despite his 22 years. His cock was considerably bigger and fatter than Adam's. He was also uncircumcised, with a long foreskin, even when hard. I guess I was somewhere in the middle.
Back to the story, The storeroom had a couple of old dining chairs, a beat up leather armchair, and an oak table. If I was going to be fucked, it would be without lube. We had a three way kiss, with both of them clawing at my cheeks. I was bent over the table. With my legs apart, Adam rimmed me while Zach watched and wanked. More spit, and Adam lined himself up and penetrated, holding onto my waist and pumping. He had little technique and no rhythm whatsoever. I squeezed my ring and milked him. Not so Zach. He climbed on the table, gave me head, then turned and had a sixty nine. Off the table, he knelt and ate my ass, even teasing some cum from me, and used it as lube. He shagged me for a few minutes, pulled out and ate ass again. Time and time again, I was treated to his snake like tongue on my hole. By fucking me this way, he could last, and he did. 30, 40 minutes went by, right out, slammed back in, I had cum hands free a long time before he gave me his babies. I lay back on the table to recover, feeling for the spunk dripping out of me. Zach wasn't done, even if I was. Erect once more, he climbed on the table, held my legs in the air, and had another go, lasting even longer than he had the first time. By the time he had bred me for a second time, we had been making love for in excess of an hour, and my hole was as sore as fuck, I would need a few days to recover.
With my bum now okay, the following weekend I paid Mike a visit. He was with another member of the second team, Shea. I'd had the hots for him since the Christmas party. Shea was really tall, 6'3", with long legs and arms, which allowed him to excel at rowing. Like all of us, he lived in shorts, and the bright yellow ones he was wearing barely covered his ass cheeks. I had to stand on tip toe to kiss him. He picked me up and carried me to the sofa. Mike had already undressed and was gently tossing. I was like putty in Shea's arms, becoming submissive to his advances. The three of us went to bed, now all naked. Being a gentleman, Mike let Shea go first, lubing us up and guiding Shea in. I wrapped my legs round his waist and we kissed, his tongue down my throat ,he rocked back and forth, hardly moving his cock. Slowly his movements became longer. Faster and deeper he went, shooting his load deep inside me. It was Mike's turn. I was put on all fours. Mike made a show of pulling right out and plowing back in. Shea got underneath me to suck my cock, sometimes sucking Mike's as well. In fact, he was sucking me when I came, giving him a gobful of milk. Mike, for his part, shot over Shea's face. We had a few beers and stayed the night. Fortunately, I had remembered to bring the douche bulb with me. I was first up, so I could clean myself before they were out of bed. I helped myself to toast and coffee, not bothering to put my clothes on. Half an hour later, my two bleary eyed lovers put in an appearance. We kissed, and I gave their dicks a tug. Mike whispered to Shea that he wouldn't mind being a bottom. This I couldn't wait to see. Back to the bedroom, I leaned on the door post and watched them make out. When they were in a sixty nine, with Mike's hole winking at me, I was very tempted to join in. In the end I did rim and lube him, and guided Shea's knob in. It fascinated me to see the technique Shea used, sometimes hardly moving, other times having long strokes, then back again, he seemed to have found a way to make him last longer. It worked, it twenty minutes had passed before Mike was bred. Mike then wanted to fuck me. No problem. He shagged me in loads of positions, knowing exactly what turned me on, changing when he was getting close. I blew my load unaided long before he bred me. I licked both of their knobs clean.
We hung round, naked, drinking more coffee, until, by midday, we were ready to go once more. Back to bed, Shea's cock inside me and Mike's in my mouth, they swapped back and forth while I jerked. In the end, they both bred me, Mike followed by Shea. My cum splattered over my chest, I scooped some up and ate it. We dressed and Shea and I drove home, me one very happy chappie.
