We were contacted to do a tour of the UK, visiting various cities, putting on performances in a chain of five star hotels and exhibition halls. At each stop we had to have a guy from a local agency. Our first stop was Brighton, the gay capital of England, There we met a Londoner called Bruce, a tall, slim brunette with a Cockney accent. We met the evening before to try on the clothes, so that any adjustments could be made, and to decide on the order we would perform in. He dropped his jeans to reveal a pert ass in blue Addicted backless briefs. Antoine couldn't wait, kneeling and rimming. Bruce put his hands on his knees to give Antoine better access. I thought they would fuck, but they thought better of it. "You can all have me later, but work comes first." We dressed in rather unsexy winter clothes that we would wear on the runway.
Rather than stay in a hotel, we booked Airbnbs for the tour. Bruce had his own apartment a few miles away, but happily accepted our offer to stay with us for the night. We went to the pub, and after a few, he was quite camp, and let it be known that he was a confirmed bottom. We headed back to the apartment, with him cozying up to Zane, he could be in for a long night, and hopefully he'd go through with his promise and we'd all have him. Indoors, we opened more wine before undressing. Seeing him naked, except for his backless briefs, which he insisted on wearing, made us even hornier. He knelt, taking each one of us in turn, but he spent most of the time sucking Zane. Then he lay on the carpet and invited us to have our way. Zane went first, taking him missionary, pumping with long thrusts, all but the tip coming out. A damp patch appeared on the underwear. "I want it inside me, please," and with that Zane upped the tempo and bred him. I took over to have sloppy seconds. He was tighter than I expected, and soon I added my sperm to Zane's. Jake turned him over and did him doggy, pulling right out and plowing back in. As his man-cunt became wetter, it took longer to breed him, but Jake delivered his third load. Antoine's turn, and he took him on the side, from behind. The wet patch now darkened the front of his pants making them dark blue. His hole actually squelched with every thrust. Another load, and it was just Aaron, with his huge weapon, to put on a display We watched in awe, as he changed positions several times and took him from different angles. Bruce became louder and louder, until he erupted, unaided, soaking his pants in semen. For devilment, Aaron jerked into Bruce's face, and had him lick his cock clean. Zane was hard again and wanted another go, but wanked over Bruce's face instead.
With little else to do, we turned in. As expected, Bruce choose to sleep with Zane, even though it would mean not getting much sleep. Zane's recovery rate was legendary and could cum six or seven times in 24 hours. Bruce looked very bleary in the morning. Coffee and showers, and we headed in for the show, with Bruce still wearing the heavily cum stained underwear. We could easily have added more cum to his ass, but we had a show to do, and there were lots of people fussing around, some of them girls. With the show over, we reluctantly said goodbye to Bruce. Despite promises to meet again, it was the last time we saw him.
On along the coast to Southampton, where the show would be staged in the Guildhall, attended by local dignitaries. We checked into our new b&b, and went to find food. We met the local model, Sean, next day. He was a Muscle Mary, not my sort at all, although he had a handsome face with a chiselled jaw, I could see it would be difficult getting the clothes to fit him. Nonetheless, we gathered at the Guildhall to rehearse. Stripping to our underwear, I had to admire Sean's physique. massive chest, biceps and thighs, with a tiny pair of red briefs. He was either a grower or had a little dick. A seamstress was called to make the necessary adjustments to his clothes. The performance was the following day. We went to the pub, but Sean only had diet Coke, and declined an offer to spend the night with us, insisting that he was straight. I very much doubted it. This meant that I would be sub, which I'm quite accustomed to, in fact shagging Bruce was the first time I'd topped in ages. I had Jake, my actual boyfriend first, with us making love, in front of the others, for half an hour before he sowed his seeds. I was taken to the bedroom, where Antoine went next, taking me in his favoured doggy style, (he said it went deeper that way). I knew I would take Aaron next, and was glad to have already been opened up. I put my legs over his shoulders, and let him do the rest. plowing into me with unnecessary force, I was glad when he came. That left the lovely Zane, who I'd have as a boyfriend, if it were not for Jake. He fucked me and fucked me, not stopping when he shot his load, but carrying on until he came a second time.
The show went okay, Sean looked very smart on the catwalk, and we all had a good giggle in the changing room. We were staying another night in the city, but again Sean declined to join us. It was down to me to have my ass stretched again. I slept with Jake as I couldn't take another night of no sleep. The following morning, Zane took me to the shower and had me up against the tiles with the water cascading over us.
The next stop would be the N.E.C. in Birmingham. I wondered what delights the Midlands would hold for us. We decided to book a hotel suite.
