Back in the UK, the weather was still shit. Wind and rain, even snow showers. We earned a little money repairing fences damaged in the storms, but we were pretty skint (broke) and miserable. We decided to spruce up our own place, and chose warm pastel shades. White is so stark and we get bored with it. We painted in the nude as it's easier to shower than wash clothing. Chris was up a step ladder carefully painting close to the ceiling when Adam came behind him, parted his cheeks and rimmed him, causing Chris to paint a line across the ceiling. He turned around and Adam gave him a blow job being rewarded with a mouthful of warm spunk. Adam tossed onto the dust sheet. Watching this made Calvin and me horny, so he had me bent over the covered sofa. Everyone satisfied, we went back to work.
A couple of weeks later, Chris and I had a text inviting us to meet up with Mark and Ian, the guys we met on holiday. With little else to do, we readily agreed. They lived about 50 miles away in a small village. We packed the bare essentials and left Friday afternoon. They had told us not to bring anything, as they had plenty of food and booze. When we got to their place, a charming bungalow in a cul-de-sac, several cars were already in the driveway, so we parked in the road, grabbed our bags and went in. Knocking on the front door we were welcomed by a near naked Mark. Music was blaring out. In the main room were a dozen guys, including our hosts, most of them naked, or with jockstraps on, drinking beer or wine. We were shown to our bedroom and asked to get undressed. Back in the main room, we were handed a glass of wine and told to help ourselves to more if we wanted it. As the evening progressed guys were making out and getting into pairs or threesomes. We split up as we had each other all the time. I went with a red head who had freckles all over his body and beautiful blue eyes. The ginger bush had a beer can of a cock at full mast. We kissed and stroked one another's dicks, then he pushed on my shoulders, so I knelt and fellated him the best I could. Someone else was feeling my ring. Cold lube went on my hole, followed by two fingers. I didn't look round to see who it was, just enjoyed a knob sliding into me. I sucked on the red head's cock as I was pumped from behind. After a few minutes, they swapped. I was surprised by the size of the cock that had been inside me, and sucked greedily on it, making him climax. The ginger lad bred me. I held off of my own, not wanting to cum too soon. I clambered to my feet, had some more wine and went to see what was going on. In a bedroom, Chris was getting well and truly fucked by an Asian guy. In another bedroom there was a threesome. I stopped to watch some lucky fella get spit roasted. Back in the main room, a blow up mattress had been put in the middle of the room. Two men were already on it, having a sixty nine. I was invited to join them. Soon, we each had a cock in our mouths. One of them put a finger in me and I knew I was about to be fucked again, so I broke off, lay on my back and opened my legs. I was mounted. We fucked for a while, then rolled over so I was on top of him. Leaning forward to kiss, the other guy pushed his dick in to double penetrate me. This caused a crowd to gather round, some of them wanking over us. Cum splashed into my hair. The one on top shot his load and pulled out, leaving his mate to lift my hips slightly and thrust up. I'd been bred three times in barely an hour. I went out into the garden to give my ass a rest. Out there, two more were shagging on the lawn. I recognised one as being the red head, who was now on the receiving end. Back inside, the crowd was dispersing, having cum once or twice and were ready to go home. That's when Ian caught up with me. I hadn't seen our hosts all evening, I guess they were preoccupied. Ian led me by the hand to a bedroom. We fell onto the bed and rolled around. I ended up straddling him, with my cock slapping my belly. I couldn't hold on any longer, tossed and splattered over his chest. He upped the tempo and gave me another load. Back in the living room, only Mark and Chris were there and I wondered if I had dreamt it. The cum running down my leg told me otherwise. A couple more glasses and we went to bed, with Chris and I exchanging notes on what had happened. He had been fucked twice, given head and shagged someone else. Talking about it had us hard again, but with empty balls, we kissed and fell asleep.
In the morning, we used the bathroom and showered. We, along with Mark and Ian, remained naked. Our hosts prepared breakfast, and they told us what they had planned, if we were up for it. They said we could chill this morning, but they had two more friends coming round later for dinner, drinks, and sex. Oh well, we had no plans on leaving. Mid afternoon, the doorbell rang. Two men, both considerably older than us came in. Rod and Stuart lived a coupe of roads away, and it seemed they were often in each other's houses. They stripped. Rod was shaved, but Stuart was REALLY hung, the biggest I'd seen in a long time. Beer flowed and we soon chatted like old friends. The mattress was brought out again. Mark and Ian started the ball rolling, flip fucking while the four of us watched. Then Chris and Rod got together, and I watched my boyfriend and Rod shag. That meant I was going to get Stuart's huge penis inside me. Well, I was double fucked the night before, so I knew I could take it. Stuart clearly loved an audience, and played to the gallery, fucking me in several positions, finally doing me doggy, and splashing cum over my back. I came unaided. We had dinner, a hot pot, washed down with red wine, and chilled, waiting to recover. This time Chris bottomed for Mark and Ian took Stuart's weapon. Rod and I were both bottoms, so we gave one another head until we climaxed. That night in bed, Chris said I was amazing, and made gentle love to me again. Sunday morning, after breakfast, we were due to go home, but Mark and Ian insisted we have sex one last time. I went with Ian. We made out, but it took us ages, having cum so much in the preceding days. I could hear the groans of love making coming from the other bedroom as Chris topped Mark. By mid morning, we'd had enough sex to last a month, and went home.
We walked in on Calvin and Adam having sex on the sofa. They wanted us to join in, but we were completely spent and went to bed.
