Over the next few weeks, I continued to give Ian blow jobs. He even agreed that I was better at it than any girl he'd ever had. But it left me less than satisfied as the sex was only one way. I would have to wait till the evening to be serviced by Chris or one of the boys. Chris was still having no luck with Brad, although he fancied the pants off him, if you'll forgive the pun.
Ian and I were working alone on a new build, a small estate of six detached houses on a former industrial site. Lunchtime came and I thought I'd be doing the usual blow job, but as we sat eating our sandwiches on an old bench, I noticed that Ian had a mischievous look in his eye. After what seemed like an eternity, he broke the silence, "Well, I think it's about time I found out whether an ass is as good as a pussy, but I still ain't gay, and I'm not gonna kiss you, that's for the chicks". With that, he dropped his shorts and boxers and ordered me to suck him to erection, which I did willingly. With his pole pointing to the heavens, I bent over the bench. Luckily, my ass was moist with sweat, as he had no sense of feeling, he just hung onto my hips and penetrated me, "Fuckin' hell, that's tighter than a fanny", is all he said, before starting to bang me. I, for once, was able to toss myself, which was just as well, as he didn't last very long. I managed to cum just before he bred me. "Wow! I enjoyed that. You'll be getting it again, and I'll learn to last longer". I felt my hole, and licked some of his cum that was bubbling out. That evening, I told Chris about my success, who promptly had me over the dining table. later that evening, Chris and I were treated to a porn show by Adam and Calvin, who flip fucked and then blew each other.
Over a beer, Chris told us again about his lack of luck with Brad. "Why don't you invite him round at the weekend, maybe a few drinks would loosen him up?", so that's what Chris did, he invited Ian and Brad round for a barbecue. It was a hot afternoon, so Chris, Adam, Calvin, and myself just wore shorts, with no tops or underwear. Brad and Ian, in their tracksuits, looked over dressed. A few drinks, and their tops came off. They resisted taking the bottoms off, saying they had nothing underneath. We looked at each other, and dropped our shorts. Adam's big dick was already at half mast. To make it worse, he kissed Calvin and stroked him hard as well. Ian didn't care, he'd already been shagging me, so he stripped, leaving Brad in the awkward position of being the only one with any clothes on. Ian giggled, and ripped Brad's boxers off, leaving just the waistband. The excitement had left him with a semi. I couldn't resist, and knelt in front of him and started to give him a blow job. A minute later, he was face fucking me. It broke the ice. Chris got in behind me, rimmed me and fucked me doggy style, while the others watched. They all took their turn. Calvin went next, followed by his boyfriend. By this time, Brad was hard again, and worked up enough to want to try gay sex. What with my wet hole, and him only not long cum, he took ages, but finally I received my fourth load. With their combined juices running out of me, I rolled onto my back and tossed myself. I used Brad's torn boxers to clean myself. No one dressed, apart from Chris putting an apron on to do the barbie. As the sun went down, it became chilly, so we went inside. I showed Ian and Brad our bedroom, and where Calvin and Adam slept. "Doesn't it get a little too cosy?" asked Brad, so Adam told him candidly that we all enjoy having sex and watching the others. I could see Ian getting excited again, and thought about giving him a blow job, but Chris had other ideas, and led him to our bedroom. We all followed. On the bed, Chris blew him, then rolled onto his back and invited Ian to fuck him. Playing to the audience, he mounted my boyfriend with Chris's right ankle on his shoulder. They changed around and Chris straddled him, jerking at the same time as Ian thrust upwards. I don't know how they managed it, but they both shot their loads, Chris over Ian's chest, and Ian deep inside. I looked around to see Brad and Calvin snogging. Chris and Ian made way, and we watched as Brad and Calvin set about it. Brad was now like an unleashed animal. Years of unknown bisexuality suddenly being exhibited. He mounted Calvin and fucked like a man possessed. Calvin moaned and groaned, spurring him on, "Fuck me harder", he shouted, which he did. Brad came with a mighty roar. Adam took his place. I couldn't believe my eyes as Calvin lapped it up, shouting encouragement and obscenities until he was bred. Calvin jerked himself and produced another huge load. With everyone exhausted, Ian and Brad dressed and left, leaving the four of us to tidy up and have a glass or two of wine.
Next day at work, Ian thanked me for inviting them round for what turned out to be a hedonistic day that he would never forget. I knew I would be getting my lunchtime shag on repeat. Chris was also happy, now that Brad was happy to have his way with him, even though he kept insisting that he wasn't gay, but a shag was better than a wank and he still didn't really like kissing guys, but if it meant he got to fuck, so be it.
