I made my way home after leaving Patricks flat, the taste of him still very strong in my mouth. I felt so dirty… but so very very much wanting to experience more. I could feel the soaked lace panties beneath my jogging bottoms… I was getting hard again with the sensations. My head was confused. Was I gay? I fancied women, how could I be? I didn’t “fancy” men in the same way, in fact I didn’t fancy them at all, but this older man had shown me that if it feels good… just go with the flow. I certainly did that alright, and was extremely eager to explore more. This evening I had explored another mans cock for the first time, my previous two meetings with him had involved him bringing me to shuddering climaxes… Tonight had been so very different. Tonight I had discovered what I found most enjoyable sexually. Giving pleasure, pure and simple. I had made another man cum. I felt powerful because of that, and I wanted a lot more.
That evening I wanked several times whilst fantasising about making Patrick cum for me, with Margaret, his fuck buddy watching on. I simply couldn’t get that picture from my mind.
The following morning I dressed for work. I had washed the panties the night before and put those on under my shorts. I knew I wasn’t a transvestite.. but the sensations I was getting from wearing them was intoxicating. Knowing that I could arouse another man when they see me in them was simply overpowering and made me instantly fully aroused. ‘This was just the beginning’ was the only thought in my head. I wanted more.. no, needed more, desperately.
Later that day I met my pervy friend in the staff room. He had been at the forefront of my mind from the moment I put on the panties earlier. I could feel myself flushing. My desires overwhelming me. He knew it. “How are you Jim?” Patrick said. “Fine” I blurted. “You don’t look fine” he told me, “You look like a young man with a hunger” his eyes probing into me. “I know that look”. He looked down at my crotch. “If I am not mistaken, you are in need of uncle Pat’s attention, aren’t you?” he said. I could only nod. My cheeks were burning. My cock straining. Oozing into the lace fabric of my panties. “Show me” he told me. “I can’t! Not here!” I replied. “Yes you can… right now!” he told me, firmly. I looked over my shoulder nervously to check if we were alone. “Go on.. let me have a look at that lovely cock” Patrick whispered. I slowly lifted my apron and began to unfasten the front of my shorts. Patrick walked closer and reached out and slipped his hand inside. Again I looked around anxiously. “Holy fuck, you’re so damned hard” Patrick said. His fingers had found my shaft and were slowly wrapping themselves around my raging hard cock. “You have those knickers on too… mmmmm, fucking wonderful. So bloody wet as well!” his words were making me tremble with anticipation. He quickly withdrew his hand. “Right.. thats enough for now. We’ll sort that out after work… Fancy coming with me round to an old mates?” he asked me. I was shaking out of pure frustration. “What do you mean?” I replied. “My mate Bill likes to watch” Patrick said, “Don’t worry! He just watches… oh and jerks off! He likes watching blokes, randy old fucker he is” he told me. I wasn’t ready for this I thought. “Oh I don’t know..” I stammered, desperately trying to think of an excuse. “Come on! We’ll have a laugh… and some horny fun too… He has a lovely cock has Bill!” he insisted. “He’s only five minutes from here, Ill meet you outside after work” he said and disappeared back into the dining room. How on earth would I last until this evening.
The afternoon never seemed to end. All I could think of was Patricks wonderful hard cock and how I would make him cum for me. Eventually home time arrived. I left the restaurant and waited for Pat outside. I was only there two or three minutes when Pat appeared. “Come on then.. lets get you sorted” he said,grinning and giving my shoulder a nudge. “Bet you’re gagging for it… judging by how hard you were four hours ago! Did you have a little stroke?” he asked. “No…” I mumbled, “I kept trying to think of other things”. Patrick slapped me on my back, “Good lad! Should have a good load then shouldn’t you” he said. I struggled with his matter-of-factness. This sexual openness was all completely new to me. New and incredibly exciting.
We headed off along the street towards a Victorian terrace. “Bill is at number 3. He’ll be waiting for us. Horny fucker!” Pat said. I was getting nervous, but it didn’t stop me hardening up yet again. We walked the few yards to Bill’s house and approached the door. Patrick knocked and we waited. The door opened and a tall well built man in his sixties appeared. “Hello there Pat my old mate… come on in” he said, holding the door wide for us. I followed Patrick inside. “Bill, this is Jim. Jim, meet Bill” Patrick said. We entered a large living room. “Well hello there young Jim” Bill said reaching out a large hand. I shook his hand, his grip firm. He smiled knowingly at me. Very, very pleased to meet you young man”, he said. “Take a seat” he told us. We sat on a large three seater sofa. “Fancy a beer boys?” Bill asked. “Don’t mind if I do.. I’m parched Bill” Patrick replied. “Jim?” Bill said to me. “Yes please” I replied. Bill headed through to the kitchen.
He was a well dressed man, wearing chino type trousers and a pink linen shirt. Obviously retired and extremely house proud. He seemed to me quite clearly gay. He returned into the room with the beers. “Patrick tells me there’s been some mischief going on Jim.. is this true?” Bill asked me grinning. “Mischief? I don’t know what you mean?” I responded blushing. Bill laughed loudly… so did Patrick. “Don’t be shy here young man! Patrick has told me all about you.. tells me you have quite a pretty thing hidden in those pants of yours. Are you going to let old Bill have a look?” he said, openly rubbing his crotch. I looked over to Patrick anxiously. “Go on Jim. Give him a peep”, Patrick said winking at me. Bill sat down in an armchair as I slowly rose to my feet. I stepped forwards into the middle of the room. “Take your shirt off first lad” Patrick told me. I looked over at Bill. His eyes were exploring me luridly. He was undressing me with them. I slowly pulled my t-shirt up over my head exposing my slim body. “Such a sweet boy Patrick” Bill said. Patrick nodded. He too was rubbing his crotch. “Now the shorts” he told me. I kicked off my trainers and pulled my socks off. My stomach was churning. What was I doing… stripping off for two horny old men? I began to unfasten my shorts, my fingers fumbling with the button. I unzipped the fly and began to let my shorts slip down my legs to the floor. “Oh Lord!” Bill exclaimed, “He has panties on! Patrick, you bad man you!” Patrick was by now unfastening his own trousers and getting to his feet. There I was standing in the middle of the room in nothing but a pair of black lace panties, with a raging hard on straining to be released. “And what a lovely cock he has inside them too” Bill said. “Turn around” he instructed me. I did as he said. Patrick had removed his trousers and underpants and was removing his shirt as he came towards me. “You like?” he said to Bill. “Like? Simply beautiful Patrick. Quite beautiful” he replied. Patrick leaned in towards me and kissed me full on the lips. I responded. I felt one of his hands drop down around my waist and slip inside the top of my panties. I could see over Patrick’s shoulder that Bill was unfastening his trousers. Patrick was kissing me hungrily now, his tongue deep in my mouth. I reached for his hard cock. It was fully erect and the precum starting to ooze. I ran my finger around his smooth helmet and coated my finger in the sticky silvery juice. I brought it up to our mouths and found our waiting tongues. We both shared the taste from Patrick’s cock. The sexual tension was unbelievable. I looked over at Bill, his trousers now around his ankles. What I saw was simply staggering. He was gently stroking his cock, but what a cock. It wasn’t fully erect yet but it was simply huge. My very limited experience of other mens cocks, basically only Patricks over the past three days, didn’t prepare me for the sight before me. It was so very thick, even in Bill’s large hands. It wasn’t circumcised and each time he pulled back on it the foreskin slid back easily to reveal a spectacular deep purple head. His cock was still slightly floppy, but easily as big as my own, which was fully erect. I have since come to adore cocks in that state. I can spend ages working them hard from that stage, bringing them to full, proud hardness and on the edge of exploding. Patrick caught my wide eyed stare. “A beauty isn’t it?” he said to me, “Margaret would love getting to grips with that I can tell you! Poor bitch! Bill only likes the boys so she has no chance!” he continued. Bill was grinning. “You been near his pussy yet Pat?” Bill said. He was obviously referring to me and a part of my anatomy that hadn’t been explored. “He’s fresh meat Bill! I’m his first and that was just a couple of days back.. give us a chance you randy bastard!” Patrick replied laughing. He stepped away from me, one hand still wanking my dripping cock, the other massaging my balls inside the black lace. “Look at the bloody precum Bill! No hiding he’s gagging for it is there?” he said to Bill. “Any chance of a taste?” Bill said to me. I looked at Patrick nervously. Bill was only supposed to be watching Patrick had told me. I was anxious but I could see how aroused I had made this old gent. That in turn excited me even more. Before Patrick could say anything I broke free from his grasp and walked towards where Bill was sitting. I held my engorged cock, slowly massaging the shaft. With the other hand I ran a finger over the glistening wet head and gathered some of the precum on to it. I brought the finger to my mouth and inserted it, sucking it clean. “You want some of this?” I said to Bill. The look on Bills face was one of pure lust. He didn’t need to respond. I repeated the process of coating my finger in my salty precum and stepped nearer to Bill. I brought the finger to his lips. He opened his mouth and gently licked my finger and then took it into his mouth and sucked on it hungrily. He groaned loudly. He was now working his cock with anger. I looked down at it. It was by now at full hardness and Bills hand struggled to encircle it completely. I was transfixed. The foreskin was sliding back and forth and smearing the precum he was producing over the enormous mushroom shaped head. Bill looked up at me, “Could I taste that from its source young man?” he asked me. I looked round at Patrick. He was wanking on his long slim cock furiously. His eyes riveted to what was going on. I turned back to Bill and edged closer. My hardness was now touching his chin, a sticky thread of my precum linking them. He reached up and held my now twitching cock. He examined it closely. Ever so slowly he brought it to his waiting mouth. “Such a lovely young cock” he told me, and gently licked the underside of my cocks head. Slowly he swirled his tongue around it, savouring the taste I was producing. I was now free flowing precum in my complete arousal. It was dripping down my shaft onto the hand he was slowly stroking my cock with. Patrick had walked over to us. He reached around me and took over from Bill’s hand, milking my cock into his waiting mouth. Bill took his precum covered hand and slipped it between my legs and inside the leg of my panties. I sensed what was coming. Bill gently yet forcefully found my hole, or my pussy as he called it. I looked to Patrick. “I don’t know yet Patrick” I whispered to him. “He only wants to finger you Jim” he replied. “But he was only going to be watching you said!” I said. He leaned towards me and kissed me full on the lips, his tongue forcing into my mouth. The feeling of Bills mouth on my cock combined with what he was doing with his other hand and Patricks urgent kissing was to this very day, one of the most utterly erotic experiences I have ever had. I looked down at Bill’s glorious cock. I wanted it. I wanted to make Bill explode. I pulled away from the two men and dropped down to my knees. I looked into Bills eyes with pure sexual hunger. I reached for his cock, taking over from his hand. It was breathtaking. My hand only just managing to meet around it. I slowly wanked him, pulling back the foreskin and exposing his beautiful engorged helmet which was oozing copious amounts of thick sticky precum. I lowered my mouth to it and delicately licked. Bill groaned deeply. I opened my mouth wide and enveloped the huge head. It filled my mouth completely, leaving little room to take in any of the shaft. There was easily enough shaft left for me to wank him properly as I sucked. This was pure erotic heaven. Patrick by now had kneeled on the arm of the chair and was feeding Bill his cock. Bill was devouring it hungrily whilst wanking him off. I reached down for my own cock and began to bring myself off. The smell of sex was incredible. I was really working hard on Bills beautiful manhood, my hand hitting my mouth as I wanked his shaft. Bill took Patricks cock from his mouth and said to me “I’m going to blow very soon Jim… are you ready?” I moaned and took his cock out and frantically jerked it. With a deep groan he let go. I felt the first blast on my chest, the second over my shoulder… I wasn’t going to waste it and immediately clamped my mouth around his cock again. Desperate to get every drop. Patrick was now shaking as his climax approached. “He likes it over his cock” he said to Bill. “Give it to him!” Bill told him. Patrick brought his cock over to me, wanking it hard. I was milking Bill as Patricks load erupted. It spurted first over my chest and then down over my furiously wanking hand. It felt so amazingly hot on my skin. I worked the lovely cream into my cock. Bill was now completely drained and his cock was sensitive. “Give me your cum” Bill told me. I got up off my knees and he leaned in towards me, his mouth open and tongue stretched out, eager for what I had. Patrick leaned over and began kissing me, the taste of cum driving him wild. My knees were beginning to give way as my orgasm approached. I let out a deep groan and the cum flew from me, first over Bills chest and then onto his waiting tongue and in his mouth. He quickly pulled my cock into his mouth and wanked me hard, forcing the cum from me. My balls were truly drained from all the precumming and my heavy climax. I slowly disengaged myself from my two lovers. There was cum everywhere. “Bathroom is through there young man if you want to clean up” Bill said to me. I quickly followed his directions. When I returned Patrick had dressed and Bill had pulled up his trousers. I picked up my short and began putting them on. As I bent over Bill patted my lace covered bottom. “I think we might have a lot more fun very soon… What says you Pat?” he said. Patrick laughed “ I think you are not wrong Bill!” I quickly pulled up my shorts, my face blushing. Bill saw this, “He’s gone all shy again Pat!” he said, “We’ll soon get him over that won’t we!” The two older men laughing together. Those guilty feelings returned, the ones that young men get after illicit sexual encounters. I quickly made my way to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow Patrick” I said, “And lovely to meet you Bill”. “Lets do it again soon Jim” was Bills reply. I knew that we would be doing it again soon… very soon.