I was having sex at work most weeks, and seeing Craig and/or Ryan fairly often, but my libido was so strong, I was masturbating morning and night. I needed more, and decided to sign up to a hook-up site. I had great fun building a profile 'Sexy young man seeks others for fun times'. I took pictures of my penis in various stages of arousal, finishing with cum running down my shaft. With the aid of a mirror, I took some bum pics. I uploaded the profile and waited. Very soon, messages and offers came in. Many were from men I didn't fancy for a variety of reasons, or were too far away, and I obviously couldn't host. I had a lot of offers from guys around my own age, but I fancied meeting someone a bit older, with more experience. I put the younger men on the back boiler......for now. Then came an invite from a couple in their early 40s, but still fit as fuck, and they had their own house a ten minute drive away. They described themselves as one versatile, the other bottom, perfect. After messaging back and forth, we arranged to meet. I douched and showered, chose a loose top, shorts and a Calvin Klein jockstrap and drove over, a little nervously. I need not have been worried. They greeted me with a kiss, wearing fluffy white bath robes. I kicked off my shoes and and they led me through to the lounge and sat me on a long settee, with them either side of me. I kissed them alternately, and they let their robes slip. One already had an impressive erection, the other needed a helping hand. I dropped to my knees, sucking on the hard one and coaxing the other into life, while at the same time shuffling out of my shorts. Even when hard, one of them only had a skinny four inches. They suggested we went to the bedroom, and we went upstairs to a super-kingsized bed, which I sat on to fellate them. Worried that would make them cum, we got on the bed, kissing and cuddling. Soon we each had a dick in our mouths. The guy with the small dick clearly wanted to be fucked, as he lifted his legs into the air and pulled his cheeks apart. I mounted him in missionary style and humped slowly. The other guy shoved his cock in my mouth. After a while, I lay on my back and the chap sat on me, bouncing and arching back. His little penis leaked. Then he leaned forward and his partner pushed his cock in alongside me. I couldn't move, but felt his dick sliding in and out, rubbing me and keeping me stiff. He went faster, breathing heavily, while his partner became very vocal. All of a sudden, the guy above me shuddered and unleashed a torrent of cum, which bubbled out over me as he pulled out. Finally, I could get some movement, but I wanted it to last longer. I scooped up some of his partner's spunk and fed it to him. We changed, and I took him sideways from behind. I was pumping faster now, when a dildo was thrust into me, banging me in time to my thrusting. It took me over the edge, and I filled his bowels. He jerked his dick and sprayed me with his juices. A very satisfying session. After recovering, they offered me a glass of wine, which I declined as I was driving, so we kissed once more, and I made my way home.
A couple of days later, I had a message from a good-looking guy with his own apartment, called Pierre, from southern France. 'Only ever topped, would like to experiment'. He was tall, over 6'0", with black hair and brown eyes, and a Mediterranean olive skin. We swapped numbers and WhatsApped each other, sending intimate pictures. He invited me to spend the night. After douching and showering, I packed an overnight bag and went to meet him. He lived in a smart, purpose built block, on the third floor. I buzzed and the door opened. He was even better in real life than in his pictures. We went straight to his bedroom. I noticed a bottle of lube on the side, so knew he meant business. He asked me to strip, so I did a slow striptease down to my boxers, then sat on the bed while he did the same. Fuck me, he was gorgeous, rippling abs and defined pecs. A trail of hair led into his briefs, that were hiding a big bulge. I drew him to me and nuzzled into his underwear, which had a musty, manly smell. I eased them down, releasing a long, fat, uncut cock, with shaved balls and a tidy bush. Cupping his sack, I swallowed what I could, while stroking myself. He pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me and pawing at my boxers, ripping them. He was like an animal, grinding his fit body against mine. He went down on me, and then into a sixty nine, pinning me down in complete control. For once, I was happy to play sub. His tongue found my crack and he began to rim me. I concentrated on sucking dick as his tongue pierced my ring. Now I needed him inside me. He turned me onto my tummy, lifted my hips up, and rimmed me some more. I was now desperate for it. I felt cold gel on my hole and two fingers fucking me. Soon, they were replace by his weapon, sliding in until I felt his bush tickling my bum. He pulled out again, spat on his cock, and rammed it back in, fucking me like a dog. He turned me over, I spread my legs and he remounted. I could now get a hand on myself. His eyes were glazed over with lust, I began to jerk, but he slapped my hand away. We changed again, he put my feet over my head. My precum dripped into my mouth as he plowed into me again. "Now", he said, and I tossed again. A few shakes and I unloaded over my face. His face contorted as he bred me. He collapsed on top of me in a sweaty heap. He smiled into my eyes, and just said "You're fantastic".
We recovered, dressed, and went to the pub. Soon we were talking like old mates, laughing and taking the piss. Back home, we showered together, and went to bed. I woke first and made use of the bathroom, coming back with a semi, that I wanted to use. I kissed him awake. He went off to the bathroom, returning with fresh smelling breath and climbed in alongside me. We spooned, my hardness pushing into him. "Please go easy, you're my first". I shuffled down the bed and jerked his shaft, making him groan, then rubbed his bud. Shuffling down further, I held his cheeks apart and slobbered saliva over him, then inserted a finger, making him groan again. He passed me the lube and I greased him and myself and moved up behind him. "Just relax and enjoy". I pushed, my tip went in, he yelped. I waited, then pushed on, and waited again. "Okay, go on". I shagged as slow as I've ever done while he adjusted to the invasion. Ever so slowly I upped the pace, while tossing him and rubbing his precum round his crown. Suddenly, he exploded over my hand. His tightening sphincter forced my cum out.
We went for a stroll along a towpath, arms around one another, like boyfriends, and stopped for a pub lunch, which he treated me to. Back home, we went back to bed and kissed until we were ready to go again, bringing each other to orgasm orally. I should have gone home, but stayed another night, and he fucked me again, it seemed like his libido was as high as mine. Somewhen, in the middle of the night, we had another dreamy shag. I fucked him for a second time.
I'd skipped a day off work, but quite honestly, I didn't give a fuck. I spent the weekend with him, and three weeks later, moved out of the cramped attic, and we lived together.
Pierre and I quickly became an item. Our families accepted us, and we had a Civil Partnership when they became legal. And that's my story. I hope you have enjoyed it.
