Laying on my bed one evening, watching porn on my laptop, I heard the unmistakable sounds of love making, coming from the floor below, only there were no female voices. I put the laptop on mute and listened as the sounds intensified. Subconsciously, I began wanking. Whoever it was, they were doing a good job. It was over half an hour before the noises subsided, by which time I would be sleeping on wet sheets, yet again. I had to find out who had the room below. A few discrete enquiries over the next few days, and I found out that the room was rented by Craig, a Scottish guy, but he may have had Ryan with him. A few evenings later, I heard his door go. Hoping he was going to the bathroom, I slipped on some tight, white briefs, and went to investigate. Yes, he was in the bathroom, having a shower. My cock was rising with the tension. I hung around until the water was turned off, then shouted through the door that I'm bursting for a piss. The door opened, Craig still drying himself. By now, I was going to find it difficult to pee as I was sporting a boner. Craig looked at me, and then at my cock, then burst into a big grin and gave my knob a tug. "You could do some serious damage with that beast", he complimented. "I'd happily wreck your hole anytime". He also had an erection by now, and suggested we went to his room. He only had a towel wrapped around him and me briefs, with my big dick already out the leg hole. Once in his room, his towel dropped to the floor. I left my briefs on, figuring I could fuck in them. We lay on his bed and I treated him to the smorgasbord of foreplay I had learned from Gerry all those months ago, kissing, oral, rimming, and finding erogenous zones he never knew he had. It would have been easy to fuck and go, but I wanted to get him worked up like I heard the other evening. I finally penetrated him, pulling right out, teasing his ring and plunging back in, stopping and adding more spit, then changing positions. He became more and more vocal. On to doggy and rimming again, tossing him at the same time, then hammering home. Onto our sides, I turned his head so that we could kiss. Precum leaked over his thigh. By now he was hollering and pleading with me to cum, but I wasn't done. I lay on my back and he sat on me, bouncing and jerking. His first two jets cleared my head. More splattered on my face and chest. I turned him back into missionary and fucked for all I was worth, finally delivering my babies deep inside. We'd been at it for an hour. We lay recovering in the warm afterglow. In a quiet moment, he told me I was a better fuck than Ryan, but he'd love to have both of us. I told him to arrange it.
Back at work, I was moved to be with Steve, one of the junior partners, not long out of uni himself. Steve was a good-looking red head, with piercing blue eyes and a complexion like a china doll. His office was quite cramped, so we sat on the same side of his desk, working through the papers of the latest case. We were so close, our legs rubbed together, I wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, so I tried to ignore it. After an hour, we had a break to stretch our legs and have coffee. He stood up, suit trousers were tenting. I kissed him and felt his erection though the material. Unable to do anything in the office, he invited me home for the evening. At 5pm, having felt randy all day, he gave me his address. I told him I would see him later, after I had eaten and showered. He lived with his parents in a swanky house. They were obviously used to him bringing tricks home, and didn't bat an eyelid. We went straight to his room, a large room with a king-size bed and an en-suite. We kissed and cuddled, stripping as we did so. We fell onto the bed, enjoying the foreplay I had become used to. Between the kisses, he said he preferred to top, but was happy either way, as was I. He mounted me first, proving to be an accomplished lover. After about 15 minutes, we flipped, me taking him sideways from behind, my favourite position. Back again, and he did me doggy, before I mounted him again. We came together, him over his chest, me inside him. He asked me to stay the night. I protested that I had no toothbrush or change of underwear, but he gave me a spare brush and said I could have the choice from his pants draw. We showered together and slept. He woke me at 7.00, with his erection in my crack. I was desperate for a piss, so excused myself, had a wee and gave my teeth a quick brush. Back in bed, he took control, kissing me, then mounting and taking me missionary, stopping now and then to kiss some more. I could see from his facial expressions that he was getting close, so I jerked myself and delivered a healthy load. He pulled out, and with a few hand movements, splattered his cum to mix with mine. He scooped dollops up and fed it to me. I chose a pink jockstrap from his drawer, saying he could have it back, when I had 'embellished' them. Having dressed and had breakfast, I followed him in to work. It was to become a weekly event.
On Friday evening, I was thinking of visiting Canal Street again, when I bumped into Ryan, wandering around in his underwear as usual. "I hear you gave Craig a good time." "Yeah, he's great in bed." He's in his room now, if you want a threesome, I'm versatile." We made our way to Craig's room, where he was lying naked, with an erection. There wasn't much room, but somehow we managed, all having a dick in our mouths at some point. I watched as Craig opened his legs and invited Ryan in, groaning as he was penetrated. They'd been at it a few minutes, when I decided to join in the fun, by getting behind Ryan and forming a chain, one of my fantasies. I found it easy to fall into a rhythm with them, Ryan backing onto me, and plunging into Craig. Craig became more and more vociferous. After a bit, Ryan and I swapped, so that I was in the middle, an amazing sensation, but I couldn't last much longer. With a final thrust, I bred Craig, with him screaming. I slipped out, then lay on the floor and let the other two toss over me, most of their cum landing on my face. A session definitely to be repeated.
