Having broken my duck with Philip, I became desperate to add more notches to my belt. I saw sex everywhere, checking out guys in supermarkets, public transport, and, of course, my fellow students. I had a definite preference for shorter men wearing bum-hugging jeans or shorts. In the changing rooms, I had to be careful not to be caught staring at other boy's genitals and asses. They were put in my wank bank for later.
The problem was, my gaydar was rubbish, trying to guess who else likes cock seemed impossible, There were a couple of lads I played cricket and rugby with that I was especially drawn to. Both only 5'7 or 8", they were always skylarking together and I thought they may be an item. My suspicions were confirmed when I found out they shared an apartment that I passed on my wat to the ground, so I offered them a lift. The following week, I picked them up for training. Roger, the prettier of them sat in the front. Gerry sat behind, both with tracksuits. It rained heavily during the training, so we picked up our gear and I drove them home with their wet kit clinging to their taut bodies. Risking everything, I stroked Roger's thigh. There was no resistance and he slid further forward, making his bulge bigger. I put my hand on it while keeping my eyes on the road, my own dick straining in my jock. Roger's bulge grew. Gerry. looking over from the rear seat, said, "Go on, take them off". Roger didn't even look embarrassed as he shuffled out of his wet shorts, His manhood stood proudly from the side of his jock, begging to be sucked. Unable to concentrate on driving, I pulled into a lay-by. Fortunately it was dark by then. I unbuckled my seat belt, we kissed, and then I set to work on his cock. With Gerry egging me on, I quickly brought him to orgasm. My own jockstrap was now wet from precum. Back at their apartment, Roger wanted to return the favour, but I had my eyes set on Gerry. Still in our wet kit, we kissed and ground our bodies together. It was Roger's turn to encourage us. We peeled out of the wet clothes, Roger nodded his approval, and we went to bed. It was the first time I'd had an audience, and was determined to do myself justice, even if it meant getting fucked, as I'd worked out Roger bottoms. We lay on the bed, kissing and making out until I knew the inevitable would happen. Roger handed Gerry the lube, I opened my legs and awaited my fate. He was much better than Philip, varying the depth, speed and angle of penetration. I was getting fucked by a master, learning on the job, pun intended. Roger had regained his erection and put it in my mouth. I daren't touch myself as I knew it would send me over the edge. Gerry put one of my legs on his shoulder and upped the speed. I guessed he was getting close. With his cock still in my mouth, Roger started pumping me. Gallons of cum flew everywhere. "Inside?" asked Gerry, but it didn't matter, as he bred me anyway. Roger put a second load down my throat. Perhaps I was more versatile than I supposed. They made coffee and loaned me some dry clothes.
The following week, we had showers after training and drove home in tracksuits, so there was no hanky-panky on the way. In the apartment, we were soon in a three-way kiss, trainers were kicked off, and we went to the bedroom. Tracksuits were abandoned, I sat on the bed and I gave them both head. Gerry pushed me backwards and we collapsed in a heap on the bed. I didn't know whether I would fuck Roger, or have Gerry inside me again. Truth be told, I didn't care. With Gerry sucking on me, and me with Roger's pole in my mouth. I wormed my fingers into his crack. He was still moist from the shower and my digit popped inside. He groaned as I searched for his prostate and finger fucked him. Moving around, I replaced my finger with my tongue, hoping he wouldn't cum too soon. "for fucks sake, fuck me!" he cried out, so I mounted him, sliding in on my saliva. I began to hump. A finger toyed with my hole every time I pulled back. Gerry's hands gripped my hips, and we made a train as he pushed in with a lubed cock, a weird feeling, trying to get into rhythm. Somehow we managed it. With me both getting and being fucked, I came quite quickly, breeding Roger. Gerry, being Gerry, certainly hadn't finished with me. He turned me onto all fours, then down onto our sides, shafting me from behind. He hauled me on top of him into a reverse cowboy. I rode him for all I was worth, splattering my seed over his legs. Still he humped on, lying me on my back and spreading my legs. With sweat dripping from him, he fed me his babies. I drove home feeling a little jealous of Roger, even if I do prefer to top. It became our thing to have a threesome every week, and I got to top Roger every week., and had my ass filled.
Back at university, I was determined to show Philip what Gerry had taught me. I invited him over again, telling my parents he was a friend with benefits, they're laid back enough not to care. When he arrived, I introduced him to the family. All my sister could say was "Why are all the good-looking guys gay?". I ignored her and took him upstairs. With us naked, I gave him the smorgasbord of love-making I'd experienced. He stayed the night. After showers and breakfast, we went back to bed, I wanted him inside me. He pretty much copied everything I'd done the previous evening. After nearly an hour of sex, I had his babies inside me, and the duvet needed changing. In my head I thanked Gerry for everything.
