The characters, places, events and situations depicted are fictional. Any similarity to actual persons, places, events and/or situations is purely coincidental. This story includes descriptions of homosexual sex. If this offends you or if it is against the law for you to be reading such things where you are, please do not read any further.
Hi my name is Paul, I just had to write and tell someone about something weird that happened to me a couple of days ago; First some background. I'm 30 years old, 5ft 10 with an average body on the slim side. My brown hair is cropped, #4 high, I have some hair on my arms, chest and legs, but I remove all the hair from my balls, base of my cock shaft and the crack of my arse, which leaves me with a shaped bush and a trail to my navel. When hard my uncut cock is 6 inches long and almost 5 inches in circumference. My purple knob is slightly flared and my foreskin is loose. My balls are average and my ballbag is on the loose side. My parents died in a car crash 8 years ago. They ran a corner shop which I still run today with the help of a couple of local women. I live in the flat above the shop, it's on 2 floors, quite spacious, with two bedrooms. Up until last week I had an affair, Dave, from when we were both 22. We split up after several months of just going through the motions. When we finished we had an almighty row, during which Dave told me that one of my many problems was that I wasn't adventurous enough in our sex life, in fact, sex with me had got boring! Then he added that living with me was boring too. We used to go up town on the weekends, but I preferred to stay in weekday nights. If Dave went out in the week, which was often, he'd go on the gay scene up town, I'd go to my local pub, The Islander, I've used it since I was 18. Dave, who's an architect, must have been planning the break-up because he moved out the next day. It was going to be my first weekend without Dave, I didn't want to go up town without him and have to tell everyone we'd finished. So on Saturday night I decided to go to the local instead. I know most of the regulars there, they know I'm gay, but it's not a problem. When I got there I went up to the bar and ordered a pint of lager; as I was being served Ian, one of the regulars, asked me to join him and Sean and Pat for a game of dominoes. I agreed, I like to play and it passes the time. We'd been playing for a while when I noticed a guy and a lad come and sit opposite. The guy was 6ft and rugged, he looked very fit and appeared to be in his early 40's. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt, which showed off his muscles, and old ragged Levis, he had grey, very close cropped hair. He had a thick silver earring in each ear. The lad looked to be about 14, but as they were both drinking pints he had to be at least 18, the management were very strict on under-age drinking. There was a slight facial resemblance so I surmised that they were father and son. The son, who was thin and wiry, stood around 5ft 6, he had long blondish hair, his skin was white and he had freckles. He wore a thick silver earring in his right ear, it didn't meet, but had a small ball at either end. He wasn't pretty, but he looked sexy in a street urchin sort of way, and his lips were full, very kissable. He was wearing a white nylon track suit, and, although I usually prefer my own age group, I took a fancy to him, he looked so sexy and cheeky. Every time I glanced their way one or other of them would look away, obviously they'd been looking at me; I wondered why they were interested in me. The night wore on, and I drank more than I should have. I got the feeling that I'd seen the guy before, then it dawned on me, he used to do the gay scene up town about ten years ago. I asked Ian who they were, he told me the dad was Joe and his son was Jack, explaining that I wouldn't know them because they only used the pub on weekends. Along with his brother John, Joe ran a small gym, specialising in training young tearaways. Jack worked there as well. Eventually I had to go for a piss and surprise, surprise Joe followed me in. He stood next to me and by the way he exposed it I couldn't help but notice that he had a nice looking cut cock. I finished pissing and went to wash my hands, Joe finished and came to the next basin. He said my face looked familiar and I told him I remembered him from up town about 10 years ago. He smiled and said he'd thought he remembered me too. Then he said he'd used to go looking for trade, adding that he was bi, hence the son outside. Thank God there was no one else in the toilets because his next question nearly floored me. He said that his son Jack really fancied me and asked me if I fancied having sex with himself and his son tomorrow, about 10 a.m.! I didn't know what to say, then I remembered Dave's stinging comments about me being unadventurous. I'd only ever had one threesome before, with Dave and a younger guy, I told Dave I hadn' t enjoyed it, worried about our relationship, but secretly I had enjoyed it. I looked Joe up and down, although he was older than me he was very sexy in a rough-trade sort of way and I did find his son sexy too. Also I was a little drunk, so I took the plunge and told him I would. He told me he'd give me the contact details before they left the pub. We went back into the tap room and I rejoined my friends, Joe went over to his son, Jack, and whispered in his ear. Jack looked at me and winked, then licked his lips, I just prayed nobody had noticed. They finished their drinks and Joe came over. He handed me a card and told me it was his phone number and for me to ring him tomorrow, then they left. I told my friends that I'd remembered that I'd known Joe some years ago and that I was going to go to his gym for some training. They accepted that, we had another hand of dominoes and I went home. When I examined Joe's card more closely I saw that the front was printed with J and J's Gym, the address and a phone number. On the back was a different phone number and another address. I knew it, it was for one, of a set of two, four storey block of flats that overlooked the local park. They were quite expensive, which eased some of the doubts I was beginning to have. I think I was worried about the father son thing too, but Jack was 18, old enough to know what he wanted out of life. I had a couple of large vodkas, I was drinking far too much since Dave and I had split up, and went to bed. I didn't sleep too well and got up at eight. Because it was Sunday we were closed, so I had breakfast, tidied the flat and messed about until I had a large vodka and summoned up the courage to make the call. It was coming up to nine thirty, when I dialled the home number. Someone picked up immediately, from the high voice I guessed it was Jack. I hesitantly explained who I was, and asked when I should come over. Jack giggled and said he knew who it was and that he was really pleased to hear from me. He told me to come over straight away, and did I need directions? I told him I knew where the flats were, I'd just have a shower and then I'd come over. Jack told me not to bother with a shower, I would have to have one when I got there anyway. I was a bit puzzled, but my cock wasn't thinking, it was stiffening under my robe as I listened to his cheeky voice, so I told him OK. He told me that his Dad was the caretaker for both blocks of flats so if I rang the caretaker's bell he'd buzz me up, then he put the phone down. I went and put on a pair of Levi's, a sweat shirt and a pair of trainers, then I had another large vodka and drove over. I was excited, apprehensive, and maybe a touch frightened. Another thing Dave had said to me was that he was fed up of only having vanilla sex, he wanted something more exciting, well, I was certainly doing that today I thought as I parked my car on the forecourt. I saw that there was an underground car park, but the barrier was down. When I rang the buzzer I heard the front door click open so I entered the lobby. I looked at the plan of the building and saw that the caretaker's flat was on the top floor, so I got in the lift and rode up. There were 8 flats to a floor, they were in pairs down corridors, but the corridor to Joe's flat was partitioned off. There was a central door with a letter box each side, the door was ajar so I pushed it open and entered. I heard Jack call out. "Close the door behind you Paul, we're on the right." Making my way past a couple of bikes and stuff I walked down the corridor and turned right. Totally naked Jack stood in the doorway, he grinned and pirouetted. "Like what you see Paul?" "What's not to like?" I stammered as I looked him up and down. His thin, wiry body, was completely hairless with very prominent, but small, red nipples. He had white skin, with freckles on his shoulders and down his arms; his long blondish hair, which was damp, was pulled back into a ponytail. He had a 5 inch, uncut cock that was thinner than mine, with a smooth white translucent shaft, around 4 inches in circumference I guess, showing flat blue veins beneath the skin. It was rigid, twitching, and pointing up his flat belly which had the faintest muscle definition. His flared knob showed prominently through a tightish foreskin, which he unselfconsciously pulled back to collect the precum glistening on his bright red knob and he transferred it to his pouty mouth with his thumb and a finger. His pubes were completely shaved apart from a small rectangle of shaped ginger hair above his cock; his ball bag was red and loose. His buttocks were small, round and looked firm, with a cleft in each cheek. "What about your neighbour?" I whispered. Jack giggled, "he's not a problem, he's my uncle, he loves to see me naked. Now come on in." Jack grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him, he lifted his face and we kissed gently for a couple of minutes. I relaxed a little and fondled his surprisingly muscular buttocks causing him to moan into my mouth. My cock started to stiffen as we Frenched and I squeezed and fondled his buttocks harder. Jack broke away. "We'd better take this to the bedroom I think." Jack said, squeezing my stiffening cock through my Levi's. "There's the bathroom, Paul, can you give yourself an enema and have a quick shower?" I nodded. "Leave your clothes in the bathroom, then come down the hall to the last door where we'll be waiting for you." The shower was over the bath and I saw there was an enema rod attachment as well as a normal shower head. I always insisted that Dave and I had enemas before anal sex, so in no time at all I was cleaned out and heading down the hall, my stiff cock leading the way. Like the bathroom floor the hall floor was covered in a figured rubbery material, easy to clean when wet and you wouldn't slip on it. I pushed open the door and entered the bedroom, the floor was covered in the same material. There were a couple of cupboards along one wall, but the centre of the room was dominated by an extra large double bed covered with a rubber sheet. Jack was lying on top of someone, snogging him passionately as they ground their groins together. Hearing me shut the door Jack turned, grinned at me and jumped off the bed. "Hey Paul, my Dad's had to go out, so my brother's agreed to stand in for him." He stood aside for me to get a better look and introduced us. "Paul this is Jeff, Jeff, this is Paul." We both said hi and then I looked Jeff up and down. Jeff looked more like his Dad than Jack, but you could still see that they were brothers. He was 22 yrs old I learned later, he was 6ft 1, with a hairless, well defined body. His blondish hair was cropped like his Dad's a #1; in his right ear was an earring similar to Jack's and his prominent left nipple was pierced by a silver bar with a ball on each end. Like Jack his pubes were shaved apart from a rectangle of ginger above his cock. His stiff, cut cock was 7-1/2 inches long, and thicker than mine, with a flared, red knob, and a loose red ballbag nestled between his muscular thighs. Jack took hold of my stiff cock and pulled me into an embrace. As we snogged passionately he pushed and we fell on the bed next to Jeff who had moved to lie crossways. Soon all three of us were licking and kissing each others bodies, then our cocks, then sucking them. Jeff embraced me and as we kissed Jack parted my arse cheeks and started licking my arse crack, sending me wild when he penetrated my hole with his tongue. Jeff manoeuvred us around until we were in a 69 with me on top, and I sucked and slobbered on his juicy cock while he sucked and slobbered on mine. Jack had replaced his tongue with one, then two, then finally three bony fingers, working them in and out and around and around loosening up my hole. I guessed I was going to get fucked, I didn't mind, I was usually the bottom anyway. I was getting really worked up when we broke apart and Jeff spoke. "Tongue Jack's arsehole while I do yours." Jack pulled his fingers from my hole and knelt on the bed, his legs wide apart and his head on his arms. His tiny little pink pucker looked so inviting I kneeled behind him and dived right in, and soon my tongue was fucking his tight little hole, he tasted divine, tangy, with a hint of soap. I felt Jeff's strong hands part my arse cheeks and his tongue ran up and down my arse crack before he plunged it into my hole. After several minutes Jeff replaced his tongue with a finger, much thicker and longer than Jack's. I took the hint and removed my tongue from Jack's hole and eased a finger up inside. By the time I had two fingers frigging Jack's hole Jeff had three inside of me. I got a third inside Jack. Jack and I were moaning loudly, and I noticed that Jack was sucking on his thumb. The finger fucking went on for a good 5 minutes accompanied with dollops of spit being shoved into our holes. Then Jeff spoke. "You're going to fuck Jack, Paul, and I'm going to fuck you." We disengaged, Jack lay on his back and amazed me with his contortions as he managed to get his legs interlaced behind his head and his arms across his thighs. His pink pucker glistened at me, highlighted by the marble whiteness of his arse. He moaned sexily and grinned up at me. "Go on Paul, shove your cock up my arsehole, I'm dying to get fucked." Kneeling either side of his buttocks I took hold of my rigid cock, smeared my precum across his arse crack, placed my knob against his pucker and leaned forwards. My cock sank into his hot, tight, moist hole with ease until it was fully buried inside him. "Right, don't move Paul until I've got my cock up your arsehole!" I heard Jeff spit, then he placed his knob on my hole and jabbed forward with his hips forcing his knob through my sphincter. I groaned, I loved the pain/pleasure feeling of a big cock entering my hole. Jeff paused then fed me the rest of his 7-1/2 inch thick cock. When it was fully buried inside me he paused for a moment. "Paul, I'm going to fuck your arsehole really hard, which should make your cock fuck Jack's arsehole without too much effort on your part." I couldn't answer, Jack had pulled my face to his and we were snogging passionately. I saw Jeff's hands reach around and grab Jack where his legs joined his torso. Then Jeff pulled his cock about halfway back and he began to fuck me. He must have been incredibly fit, I've never been fucked so hard and fast in my life, how he managed to keep his cock inside me I don't know, because when he got his rhythm going he was pulling right back until only his knob was inside my hole. Within minutes we were all drenched in sweat and my heart was hammering. Jeff had been right, his incredible fucking of my hole meant that I automatically withdrew a little from Jack's hole as Jeff withdrew and when he slammed back into me he forced my throbbing cock all the way back into Jack's hole. Jack was moaning into my mouth as we continued snogging. I went to reach for his rigid cock but he slapped my hand away, and broke our snog to gasp out. "No Paul, no need, your cock will fuck the cum from my cock." Then he resumed snogging me. I could feel my orgasm building, not only was Jeff's intense fucking getting me off, but Jack had started to flex his sphincter around my cock shaft. Then Jack broke our snog again and cried out. "Yes, yes, .. I'm gonna cum!" That did it for me, and as Jack resumed our snogging I groaned into his mouth as I felt spurt after spurt of my hot cum shoot out inside Jack's hot hole. Jack was groaning too and I could feel jets of his spunk hitting my chest. When I'd finished cumming I collapsed onto Jack's cum covered body. I broke the snog and lay there gasping for breath as Jeff continued to pound my hole. After a couple of minutes he transferred his hands, grabbed my hips and buried his cock in my aching hole as far as it could go. "I'm cumming!" he gasped. I could feel the hot licks of his cum hitting my insides as it erupted from his spasming cock. Finally he was spent and he collapsed onto me, I could feel his heart hammering against my back as he struggled for breath. It had been the most intense sex I'd ever had. Eventually we extricated ourselves, Jeff's cock squelching from my battered hole and my cock squelching from Jack's. I asked Jeff how he managed to fuck like that and he told me his Dad had taught him as part of his boxing training, it was as good as road work and you got to cum at the end of it, so no frustration. As we lay in a sweaty, messy heap, I could feel a trickle of cum escaping from my well stretched hole, thank God for the rubber sheet. My cock was half hard, but I could feel Jack's still hard cock twitching between our sticky bellies, oh the joy of youth. I could still cum maybe three times a day, but the cums had to be well spaced apart.
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