Living close to the beach certainly does have its advantages. A 10 minute stroll may get me a trick, if not, the exercise does me good. This was the case one day. I'd walked best part of a mile along the promenade and the nearest I had got so far was catching a guy having a cheeky wank in the toilet. I would have joined him, had he not shot his load as I approached, "Nice one!" I grinned and took a piss. By the time I was walking back to my place, more and more holiday makers were arriving, I had just come out too early. Among the sunbathers were two handsome lads in their mid twenties. Nice six packs and tight speedos, one white, the other red, so low his bush was showing. I went for a splash in the waves, then sat in a deckchair, keeping an eye on them. Sure enough, they turned towards each other and started kissing, watching them gave me a hard on, I was relived to have chosen loose shorts that morning. As I watched, one of them put his hand inside the back his boyfriends swimwear, feeling down his crack. I was now seriously hard. I risked everything, "Hey guys, if you want to have sex, my apartment is minutes away." One of them blushed, very endearing. "If you don't mind, that would be awesome." "Come on then, follow me." Introductions done, they gathered their stuff together and followed. Five minutes later we were in the elevator. I gave the one closest to me a kiss on the cheek. No resistance, so I kissed his mate on the lips and gave his ball a squeeze, I half wanted the elevator to break down. At my floor, I showed them to my door, used the key card and we were in. "Coffee, beer or bed?" I asked. "Bed first please", came the reply, and I led them to my bedroom, and went to leave them to it. They were having none of it, saying they wanted me to join them. I kissed both of them passionately, their poles growing above their waistbands. I kissed their necks, nipples, then knelt, eased their speedos down and gave them a blow job, shuffling out of my shorts in the process. We climbed onto my bed, now all naked, still kissing and groping. We changed, now each with a penis in our mouths, one of the guys worked a finger into me, so I guessed that at least one of them would fuck me. I did the same to his mate. He groaned and pushed back, so I tried finger fucking two fingers, he squirmed. I was also being finger fucked, making me leak. I replaced my fingers with my tongue, expertly rimming him. The same thing was happening to my ass, it was just a question as to who would be fucked first. It was me. I didn't have time to use the lube, I felt a knob on my hole, he held my waist and penetrated. I backed off his boyfriend so that he could watch. With me sat on him in a reverse cowboy, the other guy stood and gave me his dick to suck. Raising myself up a little, I was fucked hard and fast, until he held still and filled my guts. It was now his turn to watch. I mounted his boyfriend missionary, up on straight arms and toes, with him holding his legs behind his knees and wanking. I waited until he had cum, then sped up, breeding him. I rolled off him, "Fucking hell, our first threesome, amazing, thank you.". We lay there for a long time, enjoying one another's company. We chatted over a beer. It transpired that it was the second day of their week long visit, and had an air B&B to themselves. They invited me to visit them the following evening. I gratefully accepted. As no driving was involved, I brought two bottles of wine with me, for afters. One of them let me in wearing boxers, with the other already naked, as were we in seconds. I had remembered to bring the lube with me, slipping it out of my shorts pocket. We went straight to bed for a repeat performance. Lots and lots of kissing and foreplay, blow jobs and rimming, this time I would get to shag both of them. They lay on their backs, side by side, with their legs spread. Having lubed them and myself, I moved from one to the other, fucking each for a few minutes. Doing both of them like this allowed me to last an age. We changed and I did them doggy, with them jerking and cumming. I had enough spunk for both of them
We relaxed with the wine, talking about jobs and everyday stuff until we had recovered sufficiently to go again. This time, I had to bottom. On my back, I was spit roasted, with them swapping back and forth, cock in my ass, then in my mouth, and so on. Having not long cum, the shafting went on and on. They at least made sure that I came first, before they bred me. I saw them once more through the week. I'm planning on paying them a visit soon, nice lads.
Back to the beach, unfortunately there were no sexy twinks around. The only guy I thought may be wanting fun, was a man probably 20 years older than me, shading himself under a rainbow umbrella. Forever horny, I asked if I could sit and chat to him. He patted the sand and propped himself up on his elbows. He was quite good looking in a rugged sort of way. Being older, no sexy speedos, colourful Bermuda shorts instead. Surprisingly, he lived local and was taking a few days leave before Autumn. Chat, chat, chat, bi, mostly gay, he had never had sex with a man, thinking that it would hurt. "Would you prefer to top? That wouldn't hurt." He thought for a moment, "I'm not sure that I could keep it up, I have a bit of a problem in that department", he said, by way of an explanation. "Would a blue pill help?" "Mmm, not keen on drugs." I could see his shorts tenting, so I thought his E.D. couldn't be that bad. In desperation, I asked, "Perhaps you would be happier with a blow job or mutual masturbation?" His eyes lit up, "Yes, that would be great." "Here, or at mine or yours?" I prefer you to visit me, I would feel safer." He packed up and we walked a short distance to a semi detached house. Inside, I asked, "Do you want to kiss?" In reply, he threw his arms around me and we snogged, feeling for one another's genitals. We were both hard. Tops came of, for a man of a certain vintage, he was still in great shape, shaved chest hair and a treasure trail leading into the waistband of his Bermudas. We never did get as far as his bedroom, choosing instead to make out on the living room carpet. Our shorts came off, and there was no sign of any erection problems. A cut, 6.5" cock begging to be sucked. We writhed around and into a sixty nine. Trusting my luck, I licked and inserted a finger, he moaned and pushed back, I knew that I had him at my mercy. He took my dick out of his mouth long enough to say that he'd changed his mind. I put him on all fours, and, with no lube, I relied on saliva, slobbering on his hole. "Please, PLEASE, I need you inside me." I lined myself up, held onto his hips, and entered. "Okay?" "Yes, yes, go for it." I did just that. I sensed that he wanted to be banged hard, and plowed into him, not stopping until I felt my balls tightening, "Wank yourself!" "Bloody hell, Jesus, how much?" I couldn't see from my position, he had dumped a colossal amount of semen on the carpet. With him having unloaded, I sped up, breeding him.
With us both sated, I dressed, leaving him recovering on the floor.
