In all truth, it hadn't occurred to me that I may actually appear gay. I didn't lisp, or have any obvious mannerisms, but in a way, it made it easier. My football actually improved as I felt more comfortable in my own skin. I worked hard in training and did a lot of cardio to improve my stamina and physique, and liked what I saw in the mirror. After training sessions and matches, there would be some form of sex with either Kit or Phil, sometimes both, even if only a BJ.
At work, life went on as normal, except I had a new found confidence, due in part to coming out, and also the work I'd put in on my body.
I often sat with Paul at lunchtime. Although straight, with a girlfriend and a baby, he was an ally to the gay community. One lunchtime, we were joined by Kev and Pawel. They were both in their early 30s, partners, and shared a flat together. Paul had to nip to the shops before the afternoon shift, leaving me with guys I barely knew. We made small talk, but I could see Pawel in particular, eyeing me up. "I've noticed how you've been working on your body, you look great", he complimented. "Yes", added Kev, "Even when you walk, you look sexy". Pawel put one hand on my bicep, and the other on my thigh, my dick twitched. "Kev and I wondered if you'd like to come to dinner Saturday after your football match". He said it in a way that was impossible to refuse. Kev caught up with me during the week. "Sorry if we appeared presumptuous, but we have the hots for you". I felt slightly embarrassed. "It's fine, thank you". "You're more than welcome to stay the night. Polish beer is quite strong". "I'll see how it goes, I'm not much of a drinker, but I'll bring an overnight bag, just in case". He grinned and gave me a peck on the cheek.
Saturday's game was easy. I scored one and laid another on in a 4-0 victory. I made my excuses to Phil, saying I was going out for the evening (no lie). At home, I had a long soapy bath and chose an Under Armour top, and figure hugging Levi's, with no underwear, and splashed some Christian Dior aftershave on.
Their flat was on the other side of town, in a leafy avenue. Pawel answered the door and gave me a kiss. I was surprised to see him in a Liverpool fc football kit. He showed me into the lounge, where Kev was dressed the same. "We thought we'd dress like this for our favourite footballer", Kev purred. I had to admit, they looked very sexy in the bright red, shiny satin material. They showed me to the sofa and poured me a cold beer. The smell of something delicious came from the kitchen. Pawel said it was a Polish speciality, a kind of beef stew, with red wine, that had been slow-cooking all day. We ate, wine was poured and the conversation flowed. Being unused to alcohol, I was becoming light-headed. It was also making me randy. After the meal, they said the washing-up could wait. I sat back on the sofa and they squeezed in either side of me, even though there were two armchairs. Pawel turned my head and our lips met. Kev ran his hand up and down my thigh, and across my growing bulge, I turned and kissed Kev. Pawel undid the fly-buttons on my Levi's and released my erection. Kev ran his hand under my top and toyed with my nipples. My top came off, and he sucked them. By now, their dicks were tenting the football shorts, and a damp spot had appeared on Kev's. We went to bed. It didn't take long to loose the rest of our clothes. They were more toned than I thought, and both had sizeable dicks. Pawel's bent off to the left right across his groin. Kev's was already seeping. I couldn't let that go to waste and shimmied down the bed to lick his juices. This left my bum exposed, and Pawel wasted no time in expertly rimming me. His tongue was strong and long enough to push through my ring and fuck me with it. I concentrated on Kev's leaking cock, wondering who would fuck who first. Pawel shuffled around, and I felt him at my back door. Suddenly, he pushed in, making me swallow more of Kev's dick. I was spit roasted for the first time, and I was in heaven. He fucked me slowly, pulling right out, playing with my hole, and plunging back in. He said something in Polish, and they swapped around. I sucked on the tool that had just been inside me, They proved to be accomplished lovers, swapping back and forth for half an hour. Then they changed again. With Pawel still inside me, Kev took him from behind, forming a chain. After a few minutes, it became too much for Pawel, and he exploded inside me. He dropped out and Kev took over, up on fingers and toes, going for it. I came unaided, a river of spunk flowing out of me. A few more thrusts, and I was bred again. Back in the lounge, still naked, more beer was poured. I knew I couldn't drive home. This time I sat in an armchair, watching them make out. I couldn't believe I was getting hard again. I had never watched two guys making out, even though they were flaccid, their love for each other was obvious. I thought about giving them a helping hand, but it was getting late. We went to bed and I snuggled in between them, with my hardness in Pawel's crack. My erection died and I fell asleep under the influence of the alcohol.
I woke first, and went off to use the bathroom and shower I was lost under the water, when Pawel came in for a piss, after which he joined me in the shower. We kissed and soaped one another. Running my fingers into his bum, I used my soapy fingers to open him up. He turned and leaned against the glass. I lathered my cock and pushed in. He yelped. I didn't know he usually topped. He pleaded with me to be gentle. I turned the water off and opened the door to give us more room, and began thrusting as gently as my athletic body would allow. Putting my arm around him, I stroked his member in rhythm with my pumping. Kev came in when I was in full flow. Shocked at seeing his boyfriend being fucked, he played with himself. I felt my orgasm approaching, and sped up, banging harder, and firing into him. I slipped out and Kev took over, happy to be giving instead of receiving. Pawel jerked like mad and sent 8 or 9 jets of cum onto the glass. His tightening ring forced Kev to lose control and Pawel was bred for the second time in ten minutes. After drying. Kev fixed coffee and breakfast. I eventually dressed and left, thanking them for a great time. Pawel gave my balls a squeeze and said that the pleasure was all theirs.
Monday morning, and Kev dropped a note on my desk, thanking me once again. He said I was very welcome to a repeat performance anytime. I now had Phil and Kit in the football team, plus Kev and Pawel, but what I really wanted, was a boyfriend. Maybe one day?
