Alan and I were 21, and desperate to leave the nest. Sadly, his grandmother died, but she left him with enough inheritance for us to put down as a deposit on a small apartment. Our parents chipped in with furniture, and we were alone, together. We celebrated down the pub with friends, but left them to go back and make love. We had both become versatile, and we didn't care who fucked who. We had sex on the sofa, on the table, in bed, anywhere.
I still played football (badly) and Alan came to watch. After, we'd go to the pub, win or lose. Sometimes Neal, or one of the others would come back for Sunday lunch, not that we were much good at cooking, it was more for the sex after. Neal had enough stamina to fuck both of us, which he did with great gusto. If he stayed until the evening, he'd fuck us again.
I worked in an office, staring at a screen all day, getting bored shitless. Alan worked for his dad's electronics company, up and down ladders, keeping him fit. To stop myself getting overweight, we went out jogging in the evenings, showering together when we got home. Sex was at least daily. Some of our friends would visit, and they'd happily enjoy a BJ even tough they were straight. The jogging became more serious as we tried to compete. Alan always won to start with, but slowly, we became more equal.
Our run took us over a headland and down onto the beach. One evening, two guys of a similar age were running toward us, I recognised one as being in the same year group as me at school, but in the top class. Danny had grown into a lean, lithe young man, with flowing shoulder length hair. They stopped and he introduced Anton, his 'running partner', half French, over 6'0" with jet black hair and a healthy tan. I told him Alan and I were an item, and to emphasise it, we kissed. Danny said it would be great to go running together, so we swapped numbers and watched the run off toward the headland. We carried on for another mile, then headed home for a shower and to put our feet up. A couple of hours later, I had a text from Danny, first saying he couldn't believe how hot I looked, and that Alan gave him a sweat as well. I told him he was always welcome to come round for some fun, and bring Anton if he's up for it.
They came round Friday evening with a six-pack of beer. Dressed casually, they looked even sexier. We opened the beers and sat eying each other up wondering who would make the first move. I teased them by rubbing my crotch. Anton responded, so I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. I let him take the lead, the perfect French lover, he slowly stripped me, kissing every inch of flesh, while somehow wriggling out of his own clothes. Naked on the bed, I carried on being his sub. He kissed my nipples, then on down to my cock, which he licked, making it leak. Next door, we could hear the groans of love making, spurring Anton on. He turned me over and kissed down my spine. I raised my hips and his tongue delved into my hole. Danny had been mounted. Kissing back up my spine, Anton got kissed to back of my neck, making me shudder. His dick was now at my entrance, and with a little pressure, he penetrated. Screams of pleasure came from the lounge. Anton humped for bit, then turned me over and re-entered, with one of my legs on his shoulder. I began to toss myself as he built up speed, occasionally, spitting on his dick. Danny and Alan had climaxed, and came to watch Anton fire his babies into me. My first jet hit my chin. Several more volleys ran off my belly. We sat around, chugging on the beer, but I wasn't finished. At that age, and being fit, our recovery rate was quick, and half an hour we were ready to go again. We swapped partners. Alan went off to the bedroom with Anton, leaving me and Danny to make out on the sofa. Danny moved faster than Anton. Foreplay was kept to a minimum. I knelt on the sofa, leaning against the back, and was penetrated for a second time. Yells of delight emanated from the bedroom, I knew what was happening to Alan. Danny held me by the waist and fucked me with an unnecessary urgency. I didn't have time to get a hand on myself, before he exploded inside me. Alan had just been mounted. I turned round and Danny half sucked, half wanked me off. We went to watch the others. Alan was riding Anton and jerking. I felt the base of Anton's shaft sliding into Alan. It was enough to send him over the top. Alan's second load of the evening was still very impressive.
This was to be the first of many meets, but that's another story.
