The following week Gordon stopped me as I was leaving work, "Ah Si, I was wondering, err, if you would like to come to my house for dinner sometime. More private than the office, if you get my drift?" "Thank you Gordon, I would be delighted" I said in all honesty, I hated cooking for one. and had takeaways far too often. "Come round Saturday afternoon, we can watch a bit of sport, have a few drinks, and chill." He gave me his address and phone number, and I went on my way, wondering what he had in mind.
The days dragged, but finally Saturday arrived. After breakfast, I had a long shower. For some reason, I chose my Bike jockstrap and Adidas track suit and nothing else. His house was in a small village 20 minutes from my place. I splashed some CK1 aftershave on and left in plenty of time. He lived in a converted thatched farmhouse. I rang the bell, but it wasn't Gordon that answered it. I didn't know he had a partner, Tom. Good looking, 5'10", dark brown hair, brown eyes, with John Lennon type glasses. Very hirsute, with treasure trail disappearing into his Manchester United football shorts. "Hi Si, come on in, Gordon has told me all about you." 'Just how much,' I thought. Gordon was in the lounge, wearing a red silk thong, his cock half hard out of the left leg. It twitched as I entered. He stood up and kissed me deeply, while Tom stood behind me, kissing the back of my neck and sliding a hand inside my pants and feeling for my dick. I could feel his hard knob pressing into my crack. Breaking from the kiss, Gordon said, "We're so glad you made it. I didn't tell you about Tom incase it scared you off." I turned and kissed Tom, it was Gordon's turn to stroke me. I sat on a long sofa, with the boys either side of me, watching men's gymnastics on the TV. Handsome, muscular young men, their tights left little to the imagination. One in particular, you could clearly make out his knob hanging down his right thigh. Breaking the silence, Gordon said, "I told Tom what a good cock sucker you were, and he said he'd like to find out for himself. Why don't you get out of your tracksuit and make your self comfortable?". I kicked off my trainers, unzipped the top, and then dropped my bottoms, leaving me vulnerably naked, apart from the jockstrap, that no longer contained my cock. They both dropped their shorts and underwear. I knelt in front of them, giving head, not knowing if I should make them cum or not. They would hardly want me to fuck them if their balls were empty. I did as I was asked, and was soon rewarded with two lots of semen. "There Tom, I told you, sucks like a vacuum cleaner." We had a beer and Gordon went off to prepare dinner while Tom and I kissed and cuddled on the sofa. Dinner, coq-au-vin was washed down with claret. I knew then that I would be staying the night. Back on the sofa with more wine, me in between them again, their hands stroking my thighs, giving me an erection. Tom went on, "Gordon not only said how good you were at giving head, he thought you may also be great in bed. You see, we are both bottoms. We do top each other sometimes, we can't stay hard without Viagra. We were wondering if you would fuck both of us?" "But I doubt either of you can cum again yet." "We don't care, if we cum, we cum, as long as we have a dick inside us, that's all that matters. Shall we go upstairs?" Gordon led the way, with Tom following behind me, into a large bedroom with an en-suite. A massive bed dominated the room. There was a bottle of lube on the pillow. so they must have been hoping this would happen. "It's okay," Gordon said, "We've cleaned ourselves." On the bed, with me in the middle, we all kissed. They both got on all fours, "Can you please fuck both of us at the same time?" For some reason, I left my jock on and rimmed them. I then used two fingers on them. They held hands. Lubing myself, I penetrated Gordon first, shagged him for a while, then moved across to Tom. Back and forth, back and forth, I could last for hours. More lube, spit, keep going. They turned onto their backs and we carried on, They both had erections again, and were fist pumping. Not knowing who to cum on, as my climax approached, I moved over them and dumped my cum on their faces, they managed to cum for a second time.
Back downstairs, naked, more wine until bedtime. I slept between them, although with all the wine, there were several bathroom visits during the night. I was up first, and went to find the kettle, and bunged the TV on for the news. Tom was next up, handing me a towel and toothbrush, so I went to freshen up. By the time I was out of the bathroom, Gordon was also on the coffee. I guessed that they wanted to be shagged again. With breakfast out of the way, we went back to bed. This time, after making out, they took in turns to sit on my pole, riding me and wanking. With Gordon having splashed his load on me, he watched his boyfriend getting shafted. I could now thrust up into him. My chest received a second load, his ass received my sperm. 11am, and time to go home.
Monday morning, back at work, I found myself in Gordon's office again. "I've had a word with my superiors, with a view to giving you promotion, and the pay rise that goes with it. It is the least I can do by way of thanking you for your 'services'. I hope we can get together on a regular basis." I kissed and thanked him, assuring him I would be happy to service Tom and him anytime.
