With Summer upon us, I was moved to security. We had to keep an eye on the CCTV, and watch for shoplifters in the gift shop, etc. Occasionally, I had to do night patrols, quietening the revellers and showing a presence. I was teamed up with Lucas, a guy in his 50s, built kike a shit brickhouse, but still with a body to die for. We chatted as we wandered around, mostly about his wife and kids, and wished people goodnight. Back in the office, over a mug of coffee, he mused that since his wife hit the menopause, a fuck was out of the question. They even slept in separate bedrooms. I said that's one thing gays don't have to worry about. I could see his brain whirring. Suddenly, he looked at me and said, "I'd fuck you, but no kissng on the lips". I moved over to him, loosened his tie, undid some buttons, and ran a hand over his chest, tweaking his nipples. Our tops came off. He had a thick mat of hair covering his pecs and disappearing down the treasure trail. I kissed my way down his belly and undid his trousers to reveal bulging white Y-fronts. He moaned as I licked his penis through the thin cotton. He put his thumbs in the waistband and eased them down. A bulbous head came into view, followed by a thick, veiny shaft, and large, hairy balls. I unbuckled and allowed my trousers to drop to my knees. I was wearing a jockstrap and felt deliciously exposed. I guided his hand to my hole. "Lick your fingers", and I felt two digits roughly enter me. I bent over the table and pulled my cheeks apart. "Now do the same with your cock". I felt the mushroom head at my back door. He gripped my hips and penetrated. "Fuck me, you're tight, I'm used to pussy". Once settled, he fucked me quite brutally. I felt sorry for his wife. I wasn't enjoying it, so squeezed my ring to make him cum, which he did, with a roar. He pulled out, cum running down my legs. "OK, I want to watch you wank". I leaned back against the table and tossed myself. Surprisingly, he scooped some up and tasted it. I was to become his property for the next few months. Thank God for Jakub, who knew how to make love.
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My next move was to the catering and bar, the most demanding and fun so far. I learned hygiene and licensing law in my spare time, and mingled with the customers. Being a 'people person', it came quite easily. Children ran around the dining room, so I put up a notice asking parents to keep their children under control for fear of someone getting scalded by hot food. Our staff, mostly students, worked incredibly hard. Jakub had a way with the kids, and they vied for his attention.
With the Summer over, there were fewer kids. It was mostly pensioners and couples. One week, there were four guys in their late 20s, here on the razzle. Toward closing time one evening, as I walked past them, I had a slap on the bum. Turning in mock shock, the guy who did it said, "Is it true, you gays give the best head?" I laughed and replied, "If you're lucky, you'll find out. They told me their caravan number, and I said I'd see them in an hour. As soon as work finished, I popped home for a quick shower and change of clothes. Knocking on their door, I entered to find the four fitties in just their underwear. I was surrounded and pushed to my knees. Four dicks poked out at me, so I sucked and wanked them. I was ordered to strip, I was rock-solid. Hauling me to my feet, the redhead kissed me and said we've changed our mind, we're gonna fuck you. They pushed me back to the floor, and one of them held my arms while two held my legs. The other spat on my hole and pushed a finger in. Having had Lucas for a few months, I could take anything. He plowed into me, urged on by his mates. I feigned that it was hurting, but my cock was dripping. Probably due to the alcohol, he fuck me for ages, before they swapped. I was turned onto all fours, and fucked some more, then bent over the table. The relentless shagging went on for over an hour, until the leader said "In him, or over him". Over him, they agreed. I was laid back down on the floor, and they took it in turns to fire over me. Spunk ran off my body, soaking into the carpet. "OK, you can toss yourself now", and in a minute a huge load added to their cum. They chucked their boxers at me to clean up and said I could keep them, if they could shag me again. It took me a nanosecond to agree.
Friday night found me back in their van. They were a little more sober this time. I worked my way round, kissing and stripping them. For 'straight' boys, they were happy to have my tongue down their necks. As I dropped their shorts, I was a little disappointed that they had no underwear on. The redhead, who I now knew as Aaron, ripped my clothes off and gave me oral. Above us, two of the guys were kissing, so maybe they weren't so straight after all. I was turned over, and the shagging began, fucking me in different positions and passing me on before they came. With my hole getting sore, one of them pulled out, fired a couple of jets over me, and rammed it back in. At least now his semen gave me some lube. One by one, they bred me. I thought that they would let me toss, but Aaron laid on the floor and told me to fuck him. It's ages since I topped, but happily mounted him. The other guys cheered us on and slapped my arse. Amazingly, Aaron got hard again. Jerking like fury, we came together. I licked some up and fed it to him.
A couple of weeks later, I had an email from them. Opening the attachment, there were pictures of me getting fucked by four fitties. I've still got the boxers, which are heavily cum-stained now. Sometimes I wear them to work. They keep me horny all day, and I usually add another load when I get home.
