Two shows left, Edinburgh and London. I can't say we were sorry. The sex along the way had been fantastic, apart from Glynn, the cunt, but I was looking forward to London, and getting home. In Edinburgh we took a three bedroom apartment. Maybe more expensive, but in London we could travel from our homes. This time we arrived two days before the show, so that we could go sightseeing. We were lucky with the weather, went to the castle, and then down the Golden Mile of Princes Street, and ate in a nice restaurant. That evening, they all had their way with me again, over the dining table. To make it more exciting, I was blindfolded. Different tongues rimmed me before I was penetrated. I had to guess whose cock was in me. I recognised Jake, I'd had him more often, and Aaron because of the size. Zane too, as he fucks with short, stabbing movements, so by a process of elimination, I knew which one was Antoine. Anyway, by the time they had all bred me, cum ran down my legs. I was laid across the table and tossed for them.
The next day we went to meet Lewis, the local model. He was charming. although it was difficult to understand his accent. He greeted us with a handshake and a kiss on the lips, so we knew he was gay. Lewis was very tall 6'6", and slim, like a bean pole, with jet black hair, combed back, with brown eyes and an aquiline nose. In the changing room, he happily dropped his jeans, but left his bulging boxers on, as we would be modelling shoes, shirts and suits. Again, the seamstress would have to make some adjustments. Back in our civvies, Lewis offered to show us more of the city, including the Pink Triangle around Baxter's Place. It was a little early, so we went for dinner first. Over dinner, we told him where we were staying and invited him back at the end of the evening. He agreed, with a twinkle in his eye. After dining, we had a bit of a pub crawl and were a little the worse for wear by the time we got back to the apartment. After some discussion, Lewis shared the bed with Jake and me. We undressed and I was in awe of his long, uncut cock, rising out of a thick black bush. The beer must have made us horny, as we were soon in a three way snog, and it was clear that he was a top, so either I'd get fucked twice, or Jake would bottom. It proved to be the latter. After plenty of foreplay, Lewis rolled Jake onto his back, pushed his legs in the air and rimmed him, before lowering him to the right angle to penetrate. I played with myself, watching the guys go for it. It didn't take long for Lewis to breed Jake. I hadn't cum yet, hoping Lewis would recover quickly. We nodded off, with Lewis between us. In the middle of the night, I was woken by Lewis's hand on my dick, and his erection in my crack. I pushed back until he entered me, and then slid up and down his knob, milking him and doing all the work. The rocking bed woke Jake, who got out so that he could watch. This gave Lewis and I room to have sex properly. He lifted me on top of him and spun me round to face him. I leaned over and kissed him, and I felt Jake pushing two fingers in with Lewis, making me leak. I began riding him and jacking. "I'm getting close", he said in a hoarse whisper, so I redoubled my efforts, and blew my load over his chest. He thrust harder and fired his babies into me. I rolled off, only for Jake to mount me, now too worked up to sleep. He pounded me hard, and bred me again. We slept in a sticky mess.
In the morning we were gathered around the breakfast table, drinking coffee, "Heard you last night," Zane said, with a grin. "As we're not showing off underwear, are you up for another shag?" I'm never one to disappoint, so bent over the sofa and let Zane have his way. He plowed into me with his usual stabbing style and bred me so fast, I was barely hard, but by the time Antione, and then Aaron had fucked me, I'd blown my load onto the floor. We showered and headed into town for our final provincial show, in designer suits, and looking smart.
We bade farewell to Lewis, and I thanked him for his kindness. We headed to the capital, and home. We had a well earned week off before the London show, so I invited Zane to spend the week with Jake and I, me being a glutton for punishment. I spent alternate nights with them. When I was with my boyfriend, we would make love for an hour. The nights I spent with Zane, he fucked me two or three times. By the end of the week, I had been bred over twenty times. My ass seemed to be constantly running, and it bubbled every time I farted.
On the Monday we travelled up to town to meet the others for coffee. Aaron had been on Grindr for sex, while Antoine had visited friends, which resulted in a MMF three-way. We made our way to the studio, where we were relieved to find there would be no local model. We would be modelling our favourite, beachwear and underwear by Calvin Klein and Armani. Left alone, we could fool around in the changing room. We tried everything on, deciding who would wear what, then with us all naked, we locked the door so that they could do me again. I lay on the floor and let them help themselves. They actually tossed coins to see who went first, not that I cared, knowing I'd have them all in the end. As it was, Antoine went first, then Zane, Jake, Aaron, and Zane again. I came while Aaron was inside me.
We still model together, sometimes having a guest or two join us. I live with Jake, but the other guys are frequent visitors. We've changed our bed for a super-kingsize, to accommodate our friends. And that's my story, I hope you have enjoyed it, xx
