I loved my pub job. I went from introvert, to enjoying the socialising, and bathing in the company of others. I'm a little camp, especially after a few drinks, so it's not difficult to pick up on my mannerisms. A few of the regular customers openly flirted with me, and slapped or pinched my bottom when I went round collecting empties. A gay couple, probably in their 40s paid me special attention, buying me drinks, though we weren't allowed to drink on duty.
My days off were usually Monday or Tuesday, as they were quieter. One Sunday evening, Justin and Jules, the gay couple, invited me back to their place. I cleared it with Gary, who looked a little disappointed, and walked home with them.
They had a pleasant 3-bed semi about a five minute walk. Indoors, they opened a bottle of red. I sat on a sofa, next to Justin, with Jules opposite in an armchair. After a few minutes, Justin put his arm around me, and Jules took his top off. He was still fit AF, with a defined torso. Justin turned my head, and we kissed, tongues entwining. We took our tops off, Justin was as ripped as his boyfriend. Jules came over and knelt in front of us. He undid the top buttons and unzipped us. My cock was straining in my boxers. He pulled it through a leg hole and licked its length. Justin and I carried on kissing as Jules gave me head. I found Justin's dick and stroked it. He then whispered in my ear that we would be more comfortable in bed. Luckily, they had a super-king size bed. I nestled between them and they set about cock worshipping my big member. Jules sat on it first, while Justin and I kissed. He bounced up and down, tossing himself. I wanted them both to last, so told him to give Justin a turn. Justin tops, so I willingly pulled my legs up. Jules rimmed me and licked his boyfriend, then guided him in. He got into a press-up position and began thrusting. Jules gave me his dick to suck. We'd been at it about ten minutes, when he warned me he was getting close. I told him to go for it, and he gave me his babies. He dropped out and Jules licked the last drops off. He rolled off. Jules laid on his side, and I fed myself back into him, holding onto his waist and pumping slowly, using my entire length. Justin kept taking it out, sucking it and guiding it back in, so I could last for ages. He was tossing himself, and erupted over his thigh and duvet, so I sped up and delivered my load. We had another glass of wine, I dressed, and went back to the pub.
I crept in as quietly as I could, and slipped in behind a sleeping Gary. He must have sensed my presence, turning to kiss me. He turned around, now fully awake, for a proper kiss. His finger found my, still moist, hole. He immediately had an erection. Climbing on top of him, I lowered myself enough to give him room to thrust. Amazingly, I was hard again. I bounced, meeting his thrusts. I was bred for a second time, managing to put a load over Gary's tummy. We fell asleep, sticky and contented, with him saying I could fuck the guys any time I wanted, if I came back still horny.
