September, my favourite month. The kids have gone back to school, there is still plenty of warmth in the sun, and holiday makers wishing to avoid the noisy families flock to the beach. After a very warm Summer, my skin had bronzed nicely, and months of gym work had paid off, my body was changing, so much so, that I often stood in front of my full length mirror, tossing myself, sending jet after cummy jet onto the glass.
With no children around, I could flaunt myself, tight white speedos and a rainbow crop top displayed my intentions. By 11am the beach had two distinct types on the sand, old age pensioners, in deck chairs reading newspapers and dong crosswords, along with younger people. mostly couples, I often wondered if the guys had tried gay sex, I thought some of them were wasted on the fairer sex. Scattered amongst them were parties of guys, some playing footie. I walked further along the prom, stopping to watch four lads on a deserted part playing beach volleyball. I ignored the bad language. One of the guys had his shorts too loose, and after leaping high in the air, his shorts dropped to his ankles on landing. It brought hoots of laughter from the other boys. His mate grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss, stoking his cock, so I hid behind a rubbish bin to watch the action. Soon both boys had lost their shorts and were stroking one another's erections. On the other side of the net, the same thing was happening. I seized the moment, stepping out from behind the bin, I shouted, "You can shag at my place if you want." Embarrassed, they turned to me, one answered back, "How far?" "Five minute walk." "Okay, let's go." They introduced themselves and we chatted on the short walk to my apartment. Five of us in the elevator was a bit of a squeeze, giving me a chance to kiss all of them. Inside, I asked, "All together, or separate bedrooms?" "Together", they replied in unison, so I cleared a space in the lounge and went to fetch the lube. By the time I returned they were naked and making out on the carpet. I undressed and joined them, the five of us writhing around on the carpet, a tangle of arms and legs, lips and erect penises, We sucked and rimmed, not knowing where it would take us. In the end we split into a pair and a threesome, with me in the middle of the three, I was lubed and spit roasted. By my side, the other two were shagging doggy style. We changed round, I was now fucking one of the pair, the other had taken my place in the threesome. Over the next hour or so, it became a merry go round, although there was one top only. In the end, I received two cum loads and fucked three of them. A lot of mess on the carpet that would have to be cleaned. The top only guy came twice, once in me, the other in his boyfriend. As they went to leave I told them that they were welcome to use my apartment anytime, hoping for more group sex.
The following day, the weather had turned miserable. Where do people go when the weather turns? To the bars of course. On with my jockstrap, short shorts and a pink crop top, and off to the gay bars, sipping Coke as I didn't want alcohol impeding my performance (s?) By mid afternoon the bars were packed with mostly young gays, some with their tops off, looking for sex, the testosterone could be smelt. A few kisses, bums slapped, crotches felt up. In the toilets, one lucky guy was getting a blow job, and there were the sounds of fucking coming from the stall. I took my piss and went back to the bar, toilet sex being too sordid for me. As the afternoon wore on, the beer took affect, guys snogging, more men lost their shirts. I dropped my zip to see what might happen, it gave me a boner when I smooched with a good looking twink. I felt his ass as we danced. He wormed a hand inside my flies and began stroking my cock through the jock. Between the kissing, I invited him home. He said something to another lad, then asked if his friend could tag along. His mate, an afro Caribbean had a wicked smile that I couldn't refuse. On the way home, they told me that they lived in town, but were saving to buy somewhere, so rarely went out. We were soon home. They noticed the cum stained mirror, without blushing, I told them that I videoed it for my profile. I would have demonstrated, had I not had somewhere better to plant my seed. In the lounge we had a three way kiss, stripped and went to bed. They were both very well endowed, making my 7" seem relatively small. That day I was feeling submissive, so after making out, I gave them the lube and opened my legs. I was rimmed by the pair of them, lubed, and they took it in turns to shaft me, back and forth, more lube, spit, and carry on. I was turned onto all fours and the shagging went on, one dick in my mouth, the other in my ass, I lost track of time. I had already cum by the time they both bred me. That was not the end of it. By the time we'd had a beer, they were ready to go again. I was spent, so I watched them make love, flip fucking several times before breeding one another. They gave me their dicks to lick clean. I also ate the cum sprayed around their rings. I knew I would be seeing them again.
Back at the bar a few nights later, I was hit on by an older man, probably only in his 50s, it seemed old to me. I had long since caring about age, the older were both more experienced and appreciative. Chat, chat, chat, and we left. He had a top of the range BMW, which he drove to a posh house. In the driveway was a Jaguar and another BMW. Inside, I had never seen such opulence, original paintings adorned the walls, with statues of naked boys in the fireplace. He led me by the hand to his bedroom, and a huge super king size bed. There we kissed. I hardly noticed him remove my clothing. He kissed is way down my body, kneeling to give me head. Back up, I watched him undress, still fit as fuck. He said he would prefer to bottom, so that's what we did, missionary so we could still kiss. I stayed the night, and he gave me a toothbrush and towel in the morning. We showered together. "Fuck me", he said, leaning against the tiles. I lined myself up and we made love under the water. After breakfast, he drove me home.
