Glynn, the model who joined us in Birmingham was from Cardiff, had a rugby players build, built like a brick shithouse. He must have weighed at least 240lb, but all muscle, he certainly didn't come across as gay. He shook our hands, nearly breaking them. When he got to me, after shaking my hand, he hugged me, and nearly broke my ribs.
Glynn lived in an apartment above a fitness centre, where he was a personal trainer. At the rehearsal, we tried on the clothes, but the shirts and shorts looked ridiculous, his biceps and thighs stretching the material to the max. The seamstress had her work cut out. We went for a beer to talk over the order of play tomorrow, and who looked best in what. We decided to start with Antoine, with Glynn coming on last, wearing beach attire, as it would show off his muscles.
I was going to head to the hotel, but Glynn had other ideas, "I bet you make a good fuck", he said in his Welsh brogue, "I'm gonna give your ass some punishment." Always one to accept challenge, I winked at the others and followed Glynn to his car. His apartment was exactly as you'd expect of a PT, gym wear drying on the radiators and diet Coke cans lying around. He showed me straight to his bedroom, where there were pictures of him in various poses. "I'm not into kissing and all that shit. Get your clothes off and lie face down on the bed." I did as I was told, laying there with my legs spread slightly, waiting for the onslaught. I heard him shuffling out of his clothes, and then he was above me, his cock at my entrance. No rimming or gel, he simply forced his way in with all the finesse of a jack hammer. With his hands pinning my shoulders down, he fucked me hard and fast, lasting no more than two minutes. "Thanks, fuck me, I needed that, haven't had a shag in ages. Do you want me to drop you back to the hotel?" I dressed and gratefully accepted his lift.
Back at the hotel, Jake and I were sharing a room. He was already asleep, so I crawled in beside him and gave him a cuddle, glad to be feeling safe again. He must have sensed my presence, and turned to kiss me. I couldn't help it, I burst into tears. In consoling me, we had erections. "Please be gentle", and I told him of my ordeal, and we made love for an hour.
I overslept, and by the time I reached the breakfast room, word had got around. Zane was the first to speak. "We know how we are going to teach him a lesson. You just keep out of the way." The show went okay and I avoided Glynn. Afterwards, I was told to go shopping. I found out later that they had invited Glynn back to the hotel. Outnumbered, even with his bulk, he had no chance. They all had their way with him, Zane twice, and he left with his tail between his legs. I met up with the boys in a pub after and thanked them for their support.
On to Liverpool, home of The Beatles. We had an Air b&b again, so we could be together and have more space. It was a terrace house with three bedrooms, meaning we could spread out. We went grocery shopping for dinners and breakfast, with a couple of bottles of wine. Rehearsals were the following afternoon, with the performance in the evening. In truth, we were getting tired of the travelling, relieved that we were over half way through. That night Antoine cooked steaks, washed down with his favourite Bordeaux. I was relaxing on the sofa, watching a crap film on TV, with Jake and Aaron alongside me. During an ad break, Jake and I kissed while Aaron ran his hand up my thigh. Someone turned the TV off, and now all eyes were on me, and I new I was in for a night of passion. Zane knelt in front of me and helped me out of my jeans, pulling my boxers off at the same time. He went down on me, quickly giving me a stiffy. Jake and Aaron slipped out of their jeans, giving Zane three dicks to feast on. Antoine, who had been doing the washing up, came back to find us already making out. He decided to sit in an armchair and watch things unfold. I was hauled onto the carpet and stripped completely. I feigned annoyance, but they knew i loved the attention, and what was about to happen. Soon we were all naked, in a writhing mass on the floor, each with a cock to suck on. Eventually, I was pinned down and they had their way. Jake, being my boyfriend, went first, demonstrating what true love is, a gentle and considerate lover, Stopping now and the to spit on his cock and kiss me. Before he came, Zane took over, a more energetic lover, mounting me and twerking his bum. He let Aaron take over, with his monster, and I had Jake and Zane's dicks to suck on. Antione quietly watched and wanked, with the odd word of encouragement. They went around again, this time fucking me harder and breeding me. By the time Aaron was inside me again, I was well lubricated with cum. He delivered my third load. Just for good measure, Antione tossed over my face. I finally jerked myself and produced a huge load.
I slept with Jake, but we didn't have sex in the morning, as some of the modelling was underwear and we wanted to look our biggest best. After chilling all morning, we went to meet the Liverpudlian model, and see what was in store. Owen was a slightly built redhead, with pale skin and bright blue eyes. We all shook hands and kissed politely on the cheeks. The clothes we had to model was sportswear, including supporting briefs and jock straps. It brought the usual giggles in the changing room, with Owen turning his back to us to put a jock strap on. Zane saw his beautiful white buns and gave him a playful slap.
With the show over, we went for a meal, then invited Owen home. He was reluctant at first, but I put my arm in his and hailed a taxi. Zane, in particular, had his eyes on the prize, as we'd already established that he preferred to bottom, which would mean me having to share. Back home, Zane flung his arms around Owen, holding him by the waist, and then removing his top. Antoine had gone behind him and deftly dropped Owen's jeans. He was still wearing the jock. We picked him up and carried him to a bedroom. By now, all attempts at resisting had given way to expectation. The last of his clothing was removed, and we all stripped naked. I climbed on the bed with him, and we made out together, with me reassuring him, he'd be well looked after. Owen's penis was out of proportion to the rest of him, long and slim, and completely hairless. I suggested we let the boys fuck us together. We got on all fours, holding hands, not knowing who's dick we would get. I recognised Zane's going into me, and through the whispers, I gathered that my boyfriend would fuck Owen. They high fived each other as they plowed into us. Would I get Antoine or Aaron next? After five minutes of hard shagging, we were both bred. Antoine took over from Zane, meaning Owen would be lucky enough to feel Aaron's weapon. We were turned onto our backs and remounted. We could now kiss and toss one another. Another five minutes, and Antoine gave me his babies, but Aaron soldiered on for another minute or two, before roaring and breeding Owen. That just left the two of us to finish jerking. We came and I rolled on top of him, our juices melding together.
I slept with Owen, we'd both had enough dick for the night, and I liked the feel of his opaque skin. The following morning, we gave ourselves to the boys again. I had Jake, then Aaron. , Owen had Zane, Antoine, then Zane again.
We had to leave for Edinburgh, but not before inviting Owen to London for a weekend.
