Sporting Goods

I hadn't been working at the Sporting Goods store long, but had found it a fairly gay-friendly workplace.  My supervisor, Josh, was obviously gay, as well as one of the other guys, Patrick.  They were young, fun, and flirty, and not bad to look at.

Josh was quite handsome, dark-brown hair, otter physique, with a lovely thatch of hair poking up over the collar of his uniform polo shirt.  He generally had stubble and a moustache - "so I don't look fifteen years old" - which I liked. Patrick was goofily cute, with a sporty bod', that was a little doughy but shaped right. And where Josh had no discernible arse, Patrick had one of the most magnificent bubble-butts I'd ever seen.

The three of us were staying back after closing one night, to clear up the storage room.  During the day, staff would rummage around for what they wanted, and left it a complete mess; eventually making it hard to find anything at all.

We were having fun chatting while we worked, with plenty of innuendo, and Josh and Patrick occasionally brushing up against me suggestively.  I didn't give it much thought, assuming it was just an extension of the playful banter.

When I came across some boxing gloves, I asked if they knew how to wear them.  Josh suggested I try them on, and showed me how to insert my hands correctly. Patrick came up behind me to help, and said "I'll lace them."  He pulled my gloved hands behind me and went to work, while Josh started explaining to me a boxer's stance, and how to jab and defend.

When Patrick let go of my hands, I went to bring them up in the stance Josh described, only to find they were tied together behind me.

"Hey, what?..." I said, surprised, and struggled to try to free my hands.

Josh took my jaw in one hand, and looked intently into my eyes.  "We thought it would be fun to tie you up and fuck you," he said.

"You're kidding?"

For answer, Josh pulled my mouth onto his, and inserted his tongue.  Meanwhile Patrick pressed up against me, grabbing my bent-back shoulders for leverage, and grinding my arse with his crotch.

Josh pulled away and looked into my face.  I realised he was checking I was alright with what was happening, though I'd readily opened up to his tongue.  When I didn't offer any further protest, he hoisted my polo shirt up, and hooked it over the back of my neck, exposing my chest. Kissing me again, his hands went to work on my tits.  The appreciative sounds I made, made it clear I was totally good with this.

Meanwhile, Patrick had found what I later discovered was a pool cue, and slid it between my elbows and back.  I was pretty much unable to move or get free now.  He then stripped me of shoes, pants and trunks.  With one hand reaching around to play with my dick, he went back to grinding my now naked arse.

Josh pulled his shirt completely off, exposing his lovely furry body, and pulled my head down to press my face into his chest hair.  He smelled fresh, and manly, and I licked my way across to suckle at his erect right nipple.  With me bent over, Patrick squatted down, and buried his face in my arse, eating and rimming me skillfully.

This was a very pleasant turn of events, and I gave myself over completely to these hot boys having their way with me. Not that I had a great deal of choice.

They moved me over to a work bench, bent me over it, and tied my ankles wide to the table legs with a couple of long socks.   They finally stripped completely, and swapped positions. Josh started filling my arse with his tongue, his stubble tickling my arse cheeks.  Patrick took my head in one hand, and backing up, pressed my face into his milkly-white, yielding arse crack.  I'd fantasised about motor-boating that gorgeous, round arse, and did my best not to disappoint.

Josh replaced his tongue with one, then two fingers inside me.  Lube came from somewhere, and he massaged it into me, and applied it to himself.  When I felt the head of Josh's cock at my hole, Patrick turned around and slid his cock into my mouth.  Josh edged into me, and as he bottomed out, Patrick deep-throated me.  I was completely skewered by them for a few moments, bound and helpless.

"Fuck, yeah," Patrick said, apparently impressed that my nose was pressed up against his groin, deep in his public hair.

Josh got up to speed quickly, and was pounding me into the table edge.  Patrick was matching him, holding my head firmly in both hands, and none-too-gently fucking my face.

"You want a turn?" Josh asked Patrick.  Patrick pulled out of my mouth so quickly there was a loud, wet popping sound, and he hustled round behind me.  Josh came round and, obviously a little tired out, just held my head on his cock while I licked and sucked it.  Patrick was no less gentle with my arse than he'd been with my mouth, ploughing me in earnest.

I heard the sound of something tearing, like duct tape.  Before I knew what was happening, Josh shoved a ping pong ball in my mouth, and covered it with the duct tape, forming a make-shift ball gag.  I grunted and groaned indignantly, but not too much, as it was crazy hot, and I didn't really want them to remove it.

Me utterly trussed and at their mercy now, they took turns fucking me.  When one would get tired, they'd switch.  They were both quite forceful - fine by me - and I loved the change over, because the rested one would come back fresh, and pound me mercilessly.

Eventually one, then the other climaxed, being sure to cum deep in my arse.  When they were done, I slumped on the table, totally exhausted, their cum dribbling down my leg.  I'd cum myself once or twice while they were doing me, though not for a while.  They untied my ankles and ungagged me, and with Patrick's tongue in my mouth, and Josh's on my tits, they jacked me to another prodigious climax.  They had to hold me up, I nearly collapsed with the release.

Finally, they removed the pool cue and the boxing gloves.

"Have fun?" Josh asked.

"I'm available for overtime any time you want me, boss."