In 2012, when I was 19 going on 20 years old, I got a casual job in a pub near the university that was popular with students. I started as a glassie (clearing glasses from tables and doing other basic service and cleaning work) but soon learned how to pull pints and work behind the bar. I did a couple of shifts a week, nothing too heavy as I still had my pool cleaning clients plus the time commitments that came with study, sport, exercise and my social life. There wasn't much of a uniform, just a branded polo shirt we could wear with anything else we wanted. I typically wore cargo shorts whatever the weather, comfortable Nikes with trainer socks, and kept my hair tied back or in a man-bun.
Sometimes working in the pub would lead to a bit of action. Both girls and guys would occasionally signal their interest to servers, and if they were still hanging around when my shift ended, I might get a casual hookup. To be frank, this was hardly unique at the pub. All of us crew - guys and girls both - were young, fairly fit, mostly students, and targets for the clientele who wanted to have a go. The male staff didn't generally mind a girl giving them the eye, even if they weren't interested, but like me they often were. Sadly but unsurprisingly, we did need to help our female colleagues rebuff unwanted attention more often than not. During my time at the pub there was only ever one openly gay guy on the serving staff but he had a boyfriend and was very good at playfully deflecting any male advances. I wasn't deep in the closet, but I didn't advertise my "flexibility" either, so if it was a guy checking me out, and if I was interested, I'd try to be really low-key about it. There were times that I'd get approached by older guys though, and I'd have to find a way to let them know I was up for it, but only for cash. If that was cool, there were places to park up near the pub where I could suck them off or even give or take a quick fuck. It would have been ideal if we could have used the pub toilets but it was always too busy.
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Jarrod started working at the pub around the middle of 2013. He was a few years older than me, and was doing a lot more shifts as it was one of his main sources of income (I'll tell you about his other sources of income in a little bit). He was about 6'1", slim-built but not skinny, with the kind of lean muscle that only came with a bit of effort. He had a fairly typical urban vibe, with his dark brown hair buzzed to a grade 2 all over, a bit of scruff on his jaw, ear and eyebrow piercings, plus a scattering of fine-line tatts on his arms and legs and a small one on his neck. He was a fairly nice looking dude, and friendly; we got on well, and I turned a blind eye when I caught him handling one of his other revenue streams: some low-level dealing in the car park for punters looking to party on a bit harder after the pub closed. I was wasn't into drugs really, or at least I never bothered buying my own (I'd share a pipe or bong of weed if one was being passed around), but I made it clear to him that I didn't give a shit.
Like me, Jarrod was popular with guys as well as girls and we both soon realised we were equal-opportunity flirts, though he was much more natural at it than me. I always tried to be discrete if it looked like I might score with one of the customers, both because I couldn't be bothered with the ribbing from the other staff, and also because I didn't want to deal with their curiosity about my sexuality. But Jarrod picked up the clues pretty quickly, and as we got closer as mates we started to banter about our hookups. He was the first to admit to scoring with guys too, and he mentioned it in a completely offhand way before asking me about my same-sex encounters. He wasn't asking if I'd had any, he was straight-out assuming I had and pushing for the details. He made it seem so natural and not-a-big-deal that I soon opened up, and we both laughingly admitted to accepting cash for favours (though at that stage I didn't confess to how often I hustled away from the pub).
One night we'd stayed late to clean up after closing time, and after helping the shift manager lock up, we wandered back to our cars in the staff area at the far side of the car park. When we got to his car, we had a quick, easy man-hug, as usual, but this time Jarrod kept his arms around me for a little longer; instead of pulling away, I stayed still, then rubbed my hand up his back. I felt his scruff against my neck as he started to nuzzle me and I relaxed into it for a few seconds before gently pulling back and scoping out the car park - which was now well and truly deserted. When I turned back to him, Jarrod was looking at me questioningly, unsure if I was going to end it, but I gave him a big grin and pulled him in for a snog instead. After a couple of minutes we slipped into the back seat of his car, pushed our shorts down and took turns sucking each other's cocks until our mouths filled with hot spunk.
We "helped each other out" on a few other occasions until one day, after we'd both finished our shifts fairly early, Jarrod suggested we go back to his place. It was clearly on his mind that we'd get to have a proper fuck in a bed (I was curious as to who'd end up topping, or if we'd both get a go), and I had no particular plans for the next morning so I was hoping he'd let me crash for the night. Happily agreeing, I followed him in my car until we got to his small rented fibro cottage in the inner suburbs. He toed off his sneakers and stuffed his socks into them on the front porch, so I did the same as he unlocked the front door and we both went inside barefoot. The place was old and scruffy, but neat and clean, and I was wondering if I should just pounce on Jarrod in the front room when I noticed the other dude sitting on the well-worn sofa in front of the TV. Jarrod looked slightly put out - I guess he hadn't expected the guy to be there - but quickly introduced me to him. His name was Taylor, and he was Jarrod's housemate. Actually, as he owned the place it was more accurate to say Jarrod was his lodger. Taylor, who worked as a roofer, was maybe a couple of years older than Jarrod, which put him in his late twenties. His dark blond hair was clippered even shorter than Jarrod's, but he contrasted it with a thick full beard. He was wearing a gym vest and shorts, barefoot, and was obviously pretty fit from a blend of physical labour and the gym. His skin was well tanned and a few old-school tatts decorated his left arm, and a nest of chest hair poked out from his vest. He seemed friendly enough, shook my hand firmly, and said "there's some coldies in the fridge mate, grab us one will ya?". I sat down on the unoccupied armchair as Jarrod brough the beers in and sat on the sofa next to Taylor.
After a couple of beers, the awkwardness drained away and we were having a good laugh. We pooled our cash for a couple of pizzas, and when they were done, Jarrod got out a baggie of weed and his bong and lit it up. He shuffled over so I could sit between them on the sofa, Taylor on my right and Jarrod on my left, and we started to share the pipe. After a while, as we were getting mellow, Taylor said he was bored watching the footy highlights so he got up and put a DVD on. Straight porn started to play and the wet cunt action seemed to totally absorb Taylor's attention. I was into it too, to be honest (though I was wondering if this was just going to lead to a bad case of blue balls because I didn't know if Taylor was down with Jarrod screwing guys under his roof), when I felt Jarrod's hand on my thigh. I turned and glanced at him, and he actually wiggled his eyebrows at me as he flashed a stupid grin. I stiffled a laugh as it was my turn to draw on the bong.
After Jarrod had had his go he passed the pipe back to me, and as I took a hit before passing it to Taylor, Jarrod got up and left the room; when he came back, he had a roll of toilet paper and a bottle of lube which he put on the coffee table. Taylor grunted his thanks, and without taking his eyes off the screen he put the bong down on the floor on his side of the sofa, then lifted his hips and pushed his shorts and undies down to his ankles, freeing an impressive, thick, uncut hard-on. Squeezing some lube into his palm, he started to slowly, firmly, and unselfconsciously fist his cock as the action played out on the TV in front of him. I watched him out of the corner of my eye for a minute, not sure quite what to do, as he was spreading his hairy bare legs wider and pressing his left leg against my right one. I glanced back to Jarrod, to see that he was watching intently, and when his eyes flicked up to catch mine, he flashed me a tentative smile. I smiled back, and he pushed his own shorts down to his ankles, allowing his own 7" uncut tool, drooling cocksnot, to spring up. "Pass us the lube mate," he muttered, and I grabbed it from the coffee table and decided to join in the fun, pushing my own shorts and undies down to my bare feet as Jarrod lubed up his wanking hand.
We wanked solo for a couple of minutes, then Jarrod reached over and nudged my hand aside so he could grip my oozing cock and stroke it. I glanced back over at Taylor, but his eyes were glued to the telly; he either hadn't noticed or didn't care (which was more likely). I felt Jarrod's other hand on my face and he turned me towards him and kissed me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth insistently. I moaned and started to move my hips up and slowly fuck Jarrod's clenched fist, deciding to assume he knew what he was doing and that Taylor wouldn't be grossed out. Then Jarrod broke the kiss, put his hand on the back of my head and started to apply pressure; I looked questioningly into his eyes and he whispered "it's cool Dave, trust me", so I gave in and allowed my head to be pushed down until his slick meat entered my wide-open gob. I trusted that three or four beers and a bong had made this situation possible so I decided to see where it went. My right thigh and bare ass started to push against Taylor's exposed skin as I worked at taking Jarrod's cock down my throat without gagging too much; one way or the other, Taylor was going to react to this and I was trusting Jarrod to know what the hell he was doing.
Sure enough, I felt a calloused, lube-slick hand on the small of my back, slowly and cautiously moving up and sliding under my pub polo shirt to stroke my sweating skin - it had to be Taylor's. I kept up sucking Jarrod's cock, allowing my slobber to ooze down into his thick bush as his hand kneaded the back of my neck appreciatively. I imagined they were exchanging looks above me and I seriously hoped this was headed in the direction I wanted it to. I'd been with couples before - a guy and a girl - but had never had full-on sex with two guys at the same time. Then Jarrod gently pulled me off his cock and kissed me. "Give Taylor some love, mate," he murmered into my open mouth, so I nodded and turned towards the other guy. He was leaning back, his arms across the back of the sofa, an almost blank look on his face, so I turned my ass to Jarrod and tentatively took Taylor's thick hard meat by its base. He made no move as I gave it a few firm strokes, then I bent down and started to work him into my throat. "Awwwwww fuck dude," he gasped, then started to stroke my back again, encouraging me. I shuffled until I was on all fours on the sofa, my ass in the air. Jarrod started to stroke my hairy glutes before pushing them apart to expose my moist hairy fuckhole; he ran his fingers over it teasingly before massaging it in little circles with the pad of his thumb.
After a few minutes, Jarrod slipped off the sofa and kicked his shorts and undies off his bare feet, before grabbing a strip of rubbers out of the pocket of his shorts. Squirting some lube on his fingers, he smeared it over my tight hairy hole and started to massage my sphincter until a finger slipped wetly into my chute, making me moan around my mouthful of hard hot cock. He started to work the finger in and out, eventually adding a second one and working to stretch my fuckhole open. He kept that up patiently for several minutes as I worked to take Taylor further and further down my throat without retching, then I glimpsed a condom wrapper fluttering to the dingy carpet. Seconds later, I felt Jarrod's fat knobhead pressing against my asshole, so I bore down with my gut muscles to try to open up for him; I pulled my mouth off Taylor's cock and looked back over my shoulder at Jarrod; a loud grunt escaped me as I felt that unmistakeable pop of my ring snapping shut behind the ridge of his sheathed glans, accompanied by a dull stabbing ache in my anus. I glanced back up at Taylor's face as Jarrod slowly pushed himself into my rectum inch by inch; he was alternating his glazed gaze between Jarrod and me, seemingly fascinated as well as aroused. Jarrod's bush pushed into my crack and he rested there for a few secs, letting me adjust, then he began to slowly fuck as Taylor firmly pushed my head back onto his cock. Finally, I was getting spitroasted. It was one of my favourite things to watch in porn and I'd always fantasised about it happening to me. My cock was rock hard and leaking and the pleasure in my cunt had washed away the initial discomfort pretty quickly, aided by the relaxing puff no doubt. Taylor soon changed position so he was kneeling on the sofa with his left leg, his right bare foot bracing him on the floor, as he started to properly fuck my face. If they did the Eiffel Tower over my back, it would have been perfect.
"Gimme a go mate", Taylor growled as he slid out of my throat, and I felt an aching emptiness as Jarrod withdrew from my anus. They both stood, Jarrod tugging off his condom and wrapping it in a wad of toilet paper as Taylor rubbered up. I took advantage of the break to peel off my polo and get fully naked, so the guys did the same thing. Jarrod's hairless chest sported a few more tatts and a nipple ring, whereas Taylor's was thickly furred, with solid pecs leading down to a hairy barrel belly. He got in between my legs and wasted no time, forcing his larger tool right up into my wet cunt and dragging an "awwwwww fuckin' Christ you're big" from me before Jarrod shoved his hard penis down my throat. Taylor was really slamming my ass hard, slapping my cheeks with his calloused hand from time to time as he battered my guts, while Jarrod drew retching gags and a flood of gooey drool from my mouth with each thrust. "Fuck I'm gettin' close dude," growled Taylor, and Jarrod said "yeah, same, let's give it to him". Jarrod obviously had an idea 'cos he pulled out of my mouth and as I gasped and caught my breath, he grabbed my arm and pulled me off the sofa, Taylor's cock slipping out of my puffy gaping fuckhole with a wet fart sound. Gripping my shoulders, he guided me down onto my knees and then started wanking above me; Taylor got the message, tore off his condom and got next to him. These two dudes wanked themselves furiously and I leant back on my heels, jerking my own cock and opening my mouth expectantly. Taylor was the first to blow, his face screwing up and turning red as a fucking unbelievable series of massive jets splashed my hair, face and tongue as he snarled; before he finished, I took him back into my mouth so I could savour the last few spurts. Even as I did, I heard Jarrod gasp as his own warm seed spattered my cheek and beard. I turned to him and swallowed his cock as he came down from his orgasm, then leaned way back on my heels as my fist became a blur on my own aching tool - my jizz lanced up to paint my sweat-matted hairy chest and abs as I let loose with a loud gasping moan. "Yeah, good lad," grinned Jarrod, as he and Taylor flopped back on the sofa. I hauled myself to my feet and reached for the dunny roll, but Taylor said "nah mate, leave it, come 'ere". Dripping with sweat and cum, I squeezed back between them; Taylor started to casually fondle me and rub the fluids into my hairy skin as Jarrod re-lit the bong.
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The three of us became mates, and for the next year or so, until late in my final year of uni, I'd crash at Taylor's and Jarrod's at least once a week. Actually Taylor was only around half the time when I went over, 'cos he had his other circle of friends. When the weather was hot, the little fibro cottage got like an oven so Jarrod and I got in the habit of stripping off as soon as the door was shut and just hanging out naked, alternating sex with PlayStation, food and a bong. Taylor would join in if he was home, but he wasn't really bi, he was more "heteroflexible" or "opportunistic", or to put it more plainly, as far as he was concerned, "a hole is a hole". He'd text Jarrod a warning if he was bringing a girl home, just so we had time to pull some clothes on, but we'd get to hear them banging through the thin fibro walls (which was quite a turn on). If Taylor had been out and his pussy-hunting was unsuccessful and he came home pissed and with blue balls, me and Jarrod would help him out if he was sober enough to stay awake and bone-up. Once Taylor brought two chicks and another mate home, and after Jarrod had brought out the weed and some tabs, it didn't take long for the six of us to start fucking. It was all guy on girl with no overt man-on-man contact, but it was hot, and well sleazy.
If we were hanging nude, we had to quickly tug on shorts or trackie bottoms if Jarrod was expecting a customer, and I soon discovered he had two types of client. He was always on his phone texting, and as a casual dealer he'd get at least one punter a night knocking on the door when I was there, sometimes more. After each deal, he'd pass Taylor a bill or two, which was obviously Taylor's cut for letting business take place under his roof. But one night, not long after I'd started hanging out with them, Jarrod left me and Taylor watching a movie as he led a middle-aged guy to his bedroom. I raised an eyebrow at Taylor curiously, but he just ignored it. They were in there for an hour, and when the guy left and Jarrod sat back down, he slipped Taylor a twenty. I knew Jarrod hustled a bit, so it wasn't really a surprise I guess.
One evening it was just me and him, as Taylor was out, and Jarrod looked up from his phone and asked if I'd be up for doubling-up on one of his tricks who wanted a three-way. There was sixty bucks in it for me. I mean, why not, right? The guy was maybe thirty, short and small of build, with conservatively-cut dark hair, clean shaven and wearing glasses, but actually quite nice looking facially. He seemd a bit nervous as Jarrod let him in and introduced me to him, but then I was wearing nothing but a pair of boardies and I'd just done a few sets of pushups to get a pump. I gave him my very best friendly vibes though, and we were soon in Jarrod's bedroom letting the dude suck us both off before we spitroasted him. That dude definitely got his money's worth in both holes.
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One afternoon in 2014 (when I was 21), I was at uni. It was early summer, so I was in boardies, a sleeveless tee, barefoot, summarising some case law in the library. I got a text from Jarrod - he had a late shift at the pub but one of his regulars was in town from the country and he didn't want to let him down, so would I be able to take care of him? 220 bucks, 20 for Taylor, who would be home so he'd keep an eye out for me. Why not? When Jarrod told me what his client liked though, I had some second thoughts. Most of it was fine, but he liked to fuck bareback, which is why the rate was high. Jarrod assured me it was cool, this dude was way back in the closet and only got with guys when he was up from the country. That wasn't hugely reassuring, as who knows who else he fucked other than Jarrod? But Jarrod got tested regularly and was clean, so he reassured me it would be fine. To be honest, the fear around HIV was a lot less back then than it had been when I was younger, and though we didn't have PrEp yet we did have PEP. I'd had unprotected gay sex a couple of times (once as a top, once accidentally, and not counting my mate Phil), and both times I got morning-after anxiety and headed straight for the clinic, so I just accepted that this time would be no different.
So when I finished my work I drove home, fixed myself some pasta and chicken, and had a good shower and a douche. As per instructions, I pulled on a pair of tight Aussie Rules footy shorts, commando, a pair of footy socks and a sleeveless AFL jersey. I chucked a pair of boardies and a vest in my uni backpack for the next day (I was hoping to crash in Jarrod's bed), tied my hair up, slipped some sliders on over my socked feet and drove around to Taylor's. He answered the door, wearing nothing but a pair of grey marl gym shorts; he let me in and, leaving my sliders on the porch, I went to Jarrod's room to finish my prep, chucking my pack out of the way in a corner. Out of his bedside drawer I got a bottle of baby oil, some lube and poppers, and then I fished around in his underwear drawer until I found a Bike jockstrap. I'd never worn a jock before, so I dropped my shorts and pulled it on, adjusting the straps and the pouch and admiring the look in the wardrobe mirror before pulling my shorts back on. There was a large beach towel which I spread on the bed, 'cos this guy liked a massage and Jarrod didn't want oil on his doona. Then I went and sat on the sofa next to Taylor and played PlayStation with him and a beer for half an hour.
Soon enough the doorbell rang. "Have fun dude," grinned Taylor, as I went to the front door. The punter was in his 40's, burly, with short grey-blond hair and a darker grey-blond full beard. He wasn't gym fit by any means, but he had a solid dad-bod. He was wearing work shorts, thongs on his bare feet, and a dark-blue Bonds vest that showed off masses of grey-flecked chest hair. Not bad, I thought to myself. He was similarly checking me out, as I obviously wasn't Jarrod, but he seemed OK with what he saw. We shook hands, I said "G'day mate, Dave"; "Jim", he replied in deep tones. He kicked off his thongs and stepped past me inside as I shut the door. He glanced at Taylor in the front room, but Taylor didn't acknowledge him; it made me feel good knowing he was there. Jim knew where he was going and walked barefoot down the short corridor to Jarrod's room, fishing his wallet out of his back pocket as he went. As I shut the bedroom door behind me, he handed me some notes, which I counted out then left him to get undressed as I went back to the kitchen and slipped the cash under the cutlery tray in a drawer (Jarrod said this client would be no trouble, but he had had punters try to take their money back before and this was his trick for avoiding that issue).
Back in the bedroom, Jim was naked on the bed, legs spread, casually fondling a generous circumcised semi-hard cock.
"You all good mate?" I asked as I smiled at him and knelt on the edge of the bed near his broad bare feet.
"Yeah mate, all good. Yer a cutie aintcha? I wasn't sure when Jay palmed me off onto ya, but you look good." (I guess Jarrod called himself "Jay" for his tricks.)
"Cheers mate. I know Jay would have seen you if he could have, but he wanted to make sure you were taken care of. He said you like a bit of a massage first, yeah? Why don't you roll over."
He did as he was told and I straddled his thighs, poured some oil into my hands, warmed it a little then started to work on his back, using the Swedish techniques I'd picked up from Mitch. I mean, I was no trained and certified professional, but I knew enough, and Jim was making little noises of appreciation. I slid down and started massaging his feet, then worked up his calves and thighs, before getting stuck into his beefy butt, spreading those chunky hairy cheeks to take a peek at his manhole and reaching underneath him to massage his fuzzy ballsack and see how he was responding - and he was responding well, I felt a long and girthy tube of solid steak pulsing way under his belly. Then Mitch started to push himself up on all fours, and he growled "Eat Daddy's asshole boy". I had to assume'd he'd had a wash, he smelled OK, so I spread those big cheeks wide, wedged my beard into that hairy trench and started to circle his bitter manhole with the wet tip of my tongue, teasing him. "That's it fukka, awwww yeah, lick it". I started to shift gear, moving to broad, wet strokes of my tongue, pausing to spit on his glistening hole to ease the motion, before eventually making my tongue pointy again and pushing it through his tight ring. "Whoa! Fuck yeah boy!" Maybe Jarrod was a bit more tentative with his salad-tossing but Jim seemed to like what I was doing, so I started to gob liberally on his ass and really grind my face into it. After a bit I pulled his rigid cock back between his legs as far as it would go, and licked and nibbled its underside before sucking on the leaking glans.
"Why don't yer get up here and do that properly, lad", Jim said as he rolled over onto his back. "And yer can take yer jersy off, nice 'n slow." I settled back on my heels as he watched me and wanked, and I crossed my arms, gripped the hem of my footy jersy, and slowly peeled it off, tensing my abs as they were revealed inch by inch, and exposing my wet hairy pits. When I finally tossed my top aside, Jim got me to flex and pose for him a bit, really showing off my biceps, pits and front torso, before he pulled me down next to him. I went straight for his meaty cock and worked it into my throat as he felt me up with one hand and rested the other on my man-bun, applying a gentle but firm pressure. After my throat was well opened and his cock 'n bush were slathered in slobber, he pulled me up for a wet beard-on-beard snog before raising his left arm and moving my face into his furry pit. He hadn't used any deororant but he smelled only of clean sweat, and the taste was good as I started to lick his pit in long strokes and wet down that bush of hair as he siged happily. "Nurse on Daddy's titty boy", he growled, and I shifted my attention to his left nipple and started to suck it hard and greedily. He pulled me on top of him so I could give his right pit and nip the same treatment for a while, then he rolled me onto my back, clamped my wrists above my head with one hand and started to aggressively feed on my pits and nips as well, while I writhed and moaned in total pleasure. This daddy was fuckin' hot and knew exactly what he was doing, and which of my buttons to push. He rested on top of me and ate my pits 'n pecs for a while, pausing occasionally to snog me, before he let me go, settled back and started to tug at my shorts. I raised my hips then my legs to make it easier for him as he slipped them off me, leaned back again, spread my legs and admired me in Jarrod's jock and my footy socks as he wanked. To be honest, the jock pouch was struggling to contain my hardon but it did look good.
"You want Daddy to eat yer pussy boy?" he asked, and of course I nodded, got my hands behind my knees and hauled my legs up and wide, while Jim settled down on his front and spread my asscheeks behind the jock pouch. He made some inarticulate sounds and then buried his face in my trench. I moaned really loudly as he started to eat me out, spitting on my cunt and licking it hungrilly before drilling that mouth muscle through my ring to taste the wet lining of my shit-chute. He loved ass-eating 'cos he went at it for ages and my leaking cock popped out of my jock. When he'd eaten his fill, Jim settled down next to me, slipped an arm behind my neck and around my chest, while pulling my legs apart with the other. "Lube", he ordered as he held that hand out, and I squirted a generous dollop onto his fingers. He reached down behind my jock pouch and pushed those lubed fingers into my crack and felt around for my wet pucker, then slowly eased two fat calloused fingers up inside my cunt. He pulled me close and stared deep into my eyes as he hooked his fingers until he found my fucknut and started to massage it firmly. "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW...." my mouth lolled open and eyes closed in pleasure. "Keep those eyes open boy, look at Daddy's face", so I did as I was told and we stared each other out as he worked my prostate hard, fitting a third finger up there as he went. "You like Daddy playing with your boy pussy, yeah? Such a tight hairy little cunt. I bet you want Daddy's dick up there, yeah? Gonna make ya pregnant lad, gonna breed yer guts." I just relaxed into it, nodding and making sounds of agreement. He slipped two fingers from his free hand into my mouth and I sucked them like a cock until he took them out, moistened my nipple and played with it while fingerbanging me.
Finally, he slid his fingers out, satisfied that I was open enough, rolled onto his back and slathered his fat cock with lube. "C'mon, ride Daddy's dick boy". I straddled him, the jock pouch pushed aside to let my cock 'n balls go free, and guided his cockhead past my loose ring, settling down until he was deep up in my rectum. Fuck it felt nice straight away after his expert fingering, no discomfort at all, and I didn't even want any poppers. I started to bounce happily like a slag on heat, cocksnot flicking out of my piss slit onto his furry belly, until he finally took over, gripped my glutes and began to slam up into me. "FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK ITS SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOODDDDD...." - there's no way Taylor couldn't hear all this through those thin fibro walls. Jim then rolled me onto my back and slipped off my jock before reinserting his weapon and hammering me missionary, my muscular legs and arms wrapped around his torso and pulling his face close to mine as he gripped my throat with just the right amount of pressure.
"Ah fuck, too fuckin' close", he muttered as he paused, settled back on his heels and let his cock spring out of my gaping fuckhole. He gripped my feet and started to deeply sniff my footy socks, before slowly tugging them off and licking the soles of my bare feet and sucking on my toes, making me wriggle in pleasure. Then, letting my wet feet go, he pushed my balls out of the way and bent down to probe my gape with his tongue some more, which felt awesome, before dribbling a thick line of bubbly spit to his cock head and rubbing the glans on my pussy until the ridge was just hooked behind my loose ring. He grabbed my feet, spread my legs out wide, and drove his hips forward, spearing my guts in one stroke. As he fucked me hard, his cock was curving up to poke my prostate with each stroke. "Awwwww fuck Daddy, yer gonna make me shoot" I cried; "Yeah boy, cum for Daddy," he responded, so I grabbed my straining tool and jerked out a generous gravy load over my pecs and abs. He slowed his fuck as I milked out the last drool of spooge, then he let his cock pop out of my battered ass as he scooped up most of my load with his fingers and smeared it all over the length of his glistening cock. He spat once on my anus for good measure, then shoved his DNA-lubed rod back up me, settled his full weight down on my body and started his fuck up again. "Here it cums boy, here cums Daddy's baby juice..." and with a roar he flooded my rectum with his semen; I was astounded by warmth of it as it slicked my chute on his outstroke. As he slowed and stopped, he kissed me deeply, before slipping out of me and crouching down between my legs. "Show me yer pussy boy". I raised my legs, and at his command I pushed until some cum oozed out of my puffy gape with a fart. He nudged his fingers just inside my hole as I kept pushing the fluid out, then he reached up and fed me our combined loads. I then moved down the bed and took his wet semi into my mouth to soothe and clean him, the first time I'd done ATM since I was with Phil.
We slumped down next to each other and chatted for a bit; he told me how much he'd enjoyed it, and thought it might be hot to be with me and Jay at the same time, which I very much agreed with. I offered him a shower but he declined, just wiping himself down with the beach towel before getting dressed. I pulled my footy shorts on over my bare ass and showed him out, before going and slumping on the sofa next to Taylor, handing him his twenty.
"Fuck me mate, that sounded fierce. He the bareback dude, right?"
"Yup", I nodded, exhausted and sweaty. "Its the fuckin' clinic for me first thing."
"She'll be right mate, Jarrod's never had a problem from him. Gimme a go then?" said Taylor with a cheeky grin.
"What you ya mean mate?"
"I mean, he's bred ya, ya gonna get meds anyway, so gimme a go."
"Aw mate I would but I'm fuckin' knackered."
But Taylor wouldn't take no for an answer, he playfully prodded and poked me and I put up only a token resistance as he moved me onto my front on the sofa, and I just laughed as he dragged my shorts off, then took his own off so he was naked. I spread my ass and he spat on my hole, spat some more in his palm and smeared it over his cockhead, then with one foot on the floor and the other knee on the sofa next to my leg, he pushed his cock raw into my slack cunt. I grunted as he settled the full length of his body along mine and then started to thrust; inside a couple of minutes he bred my guts. I did my duty and sucked his still hard cock clean and he slapped my ass as I took myself off to Jarrod's bed. I flopped in it on my front, naked and sticky, anus oozing, and fell asleep pretty quickly.
So I didn't hear Jarrod come in; the first I knew he was there was as I felt his naked body on mine and his cockhead nudging at my hole; half-awake, I reached back to spread my cheeks and he whispered "cheers buddy" into my ear as he pushed up into my cum-slick fucktunnel. My anus had tightened back up but I took it, and he pulled me up onto all fours for a proper doggie-fuck. After he'd bred me, he hungrily felched me, sucking cum out of my cunt as he wanked my hardon, then he rolled onto his back so I could fuck his mouth until I filled it with seed.
The next morning, I emptied myself of piss, cum and shit and douched myself thoroughly in Taylor and Jarrod's shower, before using their toiletries and dressing in my vest and boardies - as an afterthought, I stole Jarrod's jock and was wearing it under my shorts 'cos I liked it and fuckin' deserved it. I headed to the clinic for another lecture from the sexual health nurse and a PEP course which I know would make me feel a bit crook for several weeks.
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Jarrod did pull me in to a couple more paid threesomes but I never did get that three-way with Jim. Late that year I had my scare with the copper at the beach car park and swore off hustling and anything else dodgy for a while, which unfortunately meant cutting out weed sessions at Taylor's. I stopped working at the pub (and wound-down pool cleaning as well) to concentrate on my final exams, and in 2015, when I'd started my articles at my first law firm, Jarrod moved away. He was always the connective tissue between me and Taylor, so we lost touch as well.
As promised, this is a true account of my experiences as I remember them. Remembering real dialogue is a bit hard, so if I've made anything up, it is only that (which is why the dirty talk, which was so hot at the time, sounds so shit in writing!). More to come! I'd love to hear what you think of it, so email me if you want at [email protected]
