Having had full on sex once, I knew I had to have more, and with more guys. At this point, I would have described myself as a versatile bottom, preferring to be fucked, but also happy to top, I just lacked a little confidence in my performance. When I dreamed, it was always of me being shagged, usually by one or both of them. It either gave me wet dreams, or woke me up enough to masturbate. I became used to sleeping on damp sheets, not that it bothered me, I had been wanking for years by then, now my dreams were targeted.
I was in the pub, as usual, with Toby and Dean, and with a little alcohol on board, I told them of my dilemma. I needed one or more fuck buddies. I would also like to meet other gays. Much as I loved both of them, I didn't see them as long term boyfriends, besides which, I wanted to play the field while I was young. I said I wanted to 'dip my toes', rather than go on hook up sites. They suggested that maybe we could take a holiday together, and go to a gay sauna (bath house) for anonymous sex. After researching gay towns in the UK, we had a choice of Brighton or London. London was too expensive, Brighton not much better, but we could camp on the outskirts and bus in. We booked a week off together, and a campsite at a place called Withdean, a mile out of the city. We had another pint and kissed in front of the other customers. Dean's uncle had a six man tent and all the equipment that we borrowed.
Having never camped before, we didn't have a clue even how to put the bloody tent up, and were in hoots of laughter. Luckily, a family camped next to us came to our aid. We repaid them with beer. Inside the tent, we had a three way kiss, I gave them both blow jobs, and jerked myself, conscious of not making too much noise. It was early afternoon, so we sat outside the tent having a few cans. Near the campsite was a pub where we ate, camp cooking was not for us, other than a fry up and coffee in the morning. The first night we got too pissed for sex, creeping round the back of the tent in the night for a piss.
Day two, and time to explore. The gay quarter is based around one street, with bars, clubs, and sex shops along the road and more in the side streets. A short walk away was the sauna, too early yet. We walked up and down the road, having a beer here and there. It seemed good looking twinks were in high demand, and we had our bums pinched a few times. At 6pm we nervously entered the sauna, paid the entrance fee and were given tiny white towels to wrap around ourselves. The place had a steam room, jacuzzi, sauna and lounge near the front. We undressed, stuffed our clothes in lockers, and wandered around to see what gives. We were the youngest and cutest in there with 30 or more naked men wandering around looking for action. At the rear were dark rooms and cubicles. The noise of sex came from some of them. Another had the door open, some lucky guy was being banged hard. We split up, having grabbed condoms and lube. I came to a large room with a large, plastic covered mattress on the floor, so I laid tummy side down and waited, with the condoms and lube beside me. I felt a hand on my cheeks, or was it two, or three. The hands probed my crack. Having been hauled up onto all fours. lubed fingers opened me up. I have no idea if any of the three or four penises that entered me had a condom on, I still hadn't cum. I moved on before I cold be fucked again. I found Dean with his legs in the air. He was being shafted by two men in turns, while he had another cock in his mouth and more guys wanking over his face. He seemed to be enjoying himself, as blobs of cum dropped in his mouth. More cum down his throat. The two men shagging him took off their condoms and spunked over him. He tossed the biggest load over himself I had ever seen him produce. I found Toby in a cubicle with the door open, his pretty ass twerking. A grey haired man was under him, with a tiny dick, wanking with his index finger and thumb, I wished I was the guy, knowing what a good shag Toby was. Nearing his orgasm, he pulled out, whipped the condom off, and blew his load over the guy's belly. We showered, dressed, and went for a beer, having had our fill of sex, besides which, my ring was sore.
The next day, we went shopping down the Lanes, an eclectic mix of shops selling all sorts of paraphernalia. Pasta for lunch and a wander round the mall in the afternoon, back to the pub for dinner, and sat outside the tent in the evening, drinking. When it became chilly, we went inside, where we made out as a threesome. My ring was still sore, so I watched and wanked as Toby shagged Dean. With his expertise, who wouldn't want Toby inside them? They put on a real performance, even by the light of the overhead torch, it was nothing short of a porn show. Dean shot his load a long time before Toby bred him. I'm ashamed to say I made a mess of my sleeping bag.
Thursday we chilled all morning, and in the afternoon we went to the gay quarter again, avoiding the sauna. We were sipping cider outside a bar, when two good looking lads a little older than us asked if they could join us. One sat between Dean and myself, the other between me and Toby. It transpired that they were boyfriends with an apartment close by, and would we like to join them for some 'fun'. We naively followed them to an unkempt apartment above a sex shop. Inside, we all stripped. I must admit, they were impressive. They asked who topped and who bottomed. With that sorted, Dean and I were taken to one bedroom, Toby to another. In there we made out, he watched Dean and I sixty nine, and joined in when my bum was in the air, rimming me and penetrating. We were still in a sixty nine as he plowed into me, so I was getting sucked and fucked at the same time. The guy took his cock out and got Dean to suck him, then rammed it home again. Time and time he did it. Next door, Toby was giving the lad the full range of his prowess. He carried on fucking me long after both Dean and I had cum. When he did cum, it was over Dean's face. Toby was still going, the guy crying with pleasure. We had to wait another half hour before he satisfied himself, leaving the guy with cum bubbling out of his rectum.
Our last day. Toby would make it a memorable one for both of us. After the morning fry up, I watched Toby fuck Dean in many different positions. I was very tempted to join in, but knew my time would come later. Forty minutes, and they're still at it, my balls aching for release. Nearly an hour, and Dean shot a massive load and as if to prove a point, Toby pulled out, splash a couple of jets across Dean's bum, and bred him with the rest. How I hadn't cum watching the performance, I don't know.
The afternoon was spent chilling outside the tent, then to the pub for dinner. Perhaps Toby had forgotten about my aching hole and balls. He hadn't. Back in the tent, it was roles reversed, Dean watched Toby take me apart. I blew him, he gave me head in return. He even let me put my cock in him. He then laid me on my back and pulled my feet right over me, so that my precum dripped into my mouth. He spat on my hole, put his hands beside my feet, and slid in. How he kept his balance, I don't know. He pulled right out, spat on my hole and rammed it home again, on repeat. I came onto my face and into my mouth hands free, at which point, he dropped me back down and finished by fucking me missionary style.
The next morning we had to be off the site by 10am, so there was no time for breakfast. Everything was stuffed into the car and we stopped for a MacDonald's on the way home, pledging to be life long friends.
