I was at work and it was dragging, as usual. I needed a pee and went off to the men's room. I stood there, idly watching, as the stream dried up, subconsciously giving it a rub. I felt a hand on my backside and was then manhandled into a closet. My pants were pulled down to my knees and a cock forced into me. A hand covered my mouth to stop me from screaming. Whoever it was pumped furiously and quickly shot their load. He pulled up his pants and disappeared without me recognising them, leaving me to jack-off into the toilet bowl. Later that day a card dropped onto my desk from Ryan, a colleague I barely knew from sales. On the back, he said sorry for his earlier behaviour, saying I had an irresistible arse, and asked if he could make it up to me Saturday night. I texted the number on the card, thanking him for brightening up my day and agreed to meet. He replied with the address and suggested 8 pm.
Once home, I went online and ordered a pink Andrew Christian jockstrap (you know by now how I love my underwear). It arrived Friday. On Saturday I went shopping for a new polo shirt, Nike shorts and trainers. At home, I tried it all on and got a boner thinking about the evening ahead. After dinner I had a long shower and douched myself. I arrived on the dot, with wine. Ryan welcomed me into a spacious, two-bedroom apartment, tastefully decorated. I handed him the wine and he kissed me for the first time. His cologne was intoxicating. Our lips parted and our tongues met. I held him by the bum, pulling him toward me. I could feel his hardness. We sat on the settee kissing and removing our tops. He clearly works out, his body was perfect. Blond hair covered his torso and a treasure trail led into his pants. I knelt on the floor and eased his dick out. I was looking at the beautiful cock that had been rammed into me a few days earlier. 7, maybe 8" and thick, with a blond bush. I lost myself, licking the shaft and swallowing the head. Precum oozed out. He must have deliberately left the door open, as a few minutes later, two other guys from sales, Danny and James, walked in. Danny dropped his pants beside me and put his semi-hard dick next to Ryan's. James slipped his hand down my shiny white and into my crack. They were wasting no time, but that was adding to the excitement. I took it in turns with Ryan and Danny's cocks, paying attention to their balls. Danny was shaved, making it nicer to take into my mouth. James pulled my shorts down to my knees and I felt cold lube on my hole. I concentrated on sucking dick while fingers probed me. They were soon replaced by a cock. He gripped my waist and started to pump. I used my ring muscles to milk him. He didn't last long. He pulled out and covered my cheeks with semen. It ran down my legs into the waistband of my shorts. Danny took over from him, my arse now wet from lube and spunk. James presented me with his sticky dick to clean off. Danny took things slower, pulling right out, then drilling back into the hilt. I could sense Ryan was getting closer, so I wanked the base and sucked harder. I was rewarded with a gallon of cum to savour. He leaned down and kissed me. Danny mis-timed and filled me with jets of sperm. I was turned around and my aching cock could finally be released from my jock. Ryan tossed me off, while James put his head on my tummy to take the blasts. We dressed and went to the pub, a damp patch on the back of my shorts and a cum stained jock. Over drinks Ryan invited us to stay the night. I woke first, with my boner wedged in Danny's cheeks. I eased myself away and went for a piss. Back in bed, I put my semi back in his cheeks and, kissing the back of his neck, reached round to stroke his limp dick. It soon responded and he turned his head to return the kiss. I asked if he needed the bathroom, he nodded and slipped out. I played with myself as I listened to him piss like a horse. Back in bed, we were quickly groping each other, rubbing our dicks together. He laid on his back and I mounted him, using saliva as lube. He must have been used to it as I penetrated easily. We kissed and fucked. We hadn't heard the other two come in and were watching our performance. I turned him onto his side, lifted a leg in the air and reentered him. The other two tossed each other off. I built up speed. Danny jacked as my orgasm broke, firing his seed onto the carpet. Ryan and James walked round the bed and spunked over Danny's face. I licked it off and we kissed.
We sat around, naked, having coffee and toast. I asked what plans everyone had for the day. Danny and James had made arrangements, but Ryan said he'd love me to stay with him. After the others had left, we showered together. Ryan gave me a spare toothbrush and offered to lend me some clothes, but I said I was happy in my cum stained stuff. We spent the day mooching around town and bought pizza for dinner. I took him to bed. We kissed and cuddled for ages, having already cum twice in a few hours. We were in no hurry. I told him I wanted to make love to him. He said he was an anal virgin. I took my time, rimming him and licking up under his balls and back. I used my tongue to open him a little, while stroking his dick. I applied loads of lube to his hole and gently inserted my index finger. He whimpered and relaxed. I felt around for his prostate and his cock twitched. I added another finger and he groaned. He said he was ready. He laid on his back and I mounted him, missionary style, pushing through his sphincter as carefully as I could. He nodded and I pumped long and slow. He told me to speed up. I banged harder, his fist was wrapped around his cock, wanking like mad. I warned him I was getting close, he said go for it, as he shot his load. I emptied into him, exhausted. We cuddled for a while. Realising what the time was, I said I'd have to go home. I dressed, leaving him in bed, kissed and left. I slept soundly, dreaming of the weekend.
Work became much more enjoyable, knowing I'd have sex several times a week. We would text one another before work to make arrangements. The men's toilet became a honeypot of horny gays (and guys who liked the occasional dick). One guy in particular got my juices going. He had a long cock that bent downwards. with me bent over the cistern, it rubbed on my prostate so much so, that cum would flow out in a steady stream without me touching myself. If I knew I was seeing him, I'd wear my old cum stained jockstrap and he'd fuck me, my juices soaking into the fabric, leaving me in a sticky mess. Sometimes he would cum so heavily, I'd sit with a damp patch on my trousers. I'd have to wank properly as soon as I got home.
