This a the continuation of my earliest experiences, back at the start of the 80’s when I was 18 and in college. I had been invited by my lecturer/lover/fuck partner Mr West to go to see a gay couple he was good friends with. They were very much into photography and film, and had quite a collection of hardcore stuff from Europe that was not legal in the UK. The idea was that we could have a night in and watch a few of their best ones together. Although nothing was said explicitly, I knew that Mr West had shared his pics of me with them and they liked what they saw, so I assumed that there was going to be a little more than popcorn on offer. How right I was! Sorting out a meeting with them was difficult though, as running a pub was a full time lifestyle commitment rather than just a job, and I only had a certain amount of time free after rugby, swimming, training, mates and regular life. Eventually though the stars aligned and a date was set for one Thursday evening. I had told everyone at home that I was going out in Nottingham and might just crash at someone's house if it got too late. I caught the bus into town, met up with Mr. West and we walked to the pub. As we strolled along a side street he took my hand, which gave me a thrill to be making such a brazen statement in public, even if there wasnt anyone around to see us. I didn’t really know what to expect from a gay pub and had all sorts of thoughts from drag queens to wall-to-wall cocks and arses on display in a free for all orgy. The reality though was that it was much the same as any other pub other than there was a bit more facial hair and leather, and a lack of any women. There were perhaps a couple of dozen people in there, so not packed in any way but still enough to stop it feeling dead. We walked over to the bar and Mr West introduced me to Mal. He was a regular sort of bloke, blond and had a Magnum P.I. moustache. He was just wearing a leather waistcoat on top, so I could see that he was smooth, not muscular but in decent shape. Mal didn’t bother to shake my hand, he just leaned over and to my surprise pulled me forward to give me a kiss full on the lips before telling my how pleased he was to see me in the flesh at last. Mr. West ordered us both a pint and we sat at the bar. In between serving Mal came over and chatted away to us. I quickly discovered he was a huge gossip and the font of all gay knowledge, so really good fun to be around, which helped me relax a little, although I was still buzzing with excitement. Whilst sitting there I also took the opportunity to look around, drink in the atmosphere and check out the rest of the customers. Everyone else in there was older than me, with even the youngest looking to be late 30s and some who must have been 60 plus. I was conscious that I was being checked out, and when I made eye contact got either a smile, a wink or a couple of times a licking of the lips! The only ones who didn’t look over were a couple in a corner who were totally engrossed in each other, holding hands and whispering. When I next looked over at them they were locking lips and clearly having a very passionate time of it. It was the first time I had seen such a blatant display and, even though no one else seemed to pay the slightest attention to them I could not resist checking them out, finding it bit shocking but mostly very sexy. Given how much I liked older men and knowing that all of them were gay (and therefore, I naively assumed, gagging for a fuck in general and me in particular) I was horny anyway, but now watching these two men shoving their tongues down each other’s throats my cock was reacting and already semi hard. I was wearing some stretch jeans which i had chosen because I hoped they really showed off my muscular thighs and arse, but now this also meant that there was a very clear outline of my erection! Mr West noticed me wriggling about as I tried to turn to the bar and hide, and then spotted the obvious cause. He just laughed and put his hand on my thigh, saying “don’t worry, no one here is going to mind seeing that. Come on, turn around and give them a thrill”.As he spoke he pulled me round on my seat until my open legs were pointing straight at the room. As predicted there were a few guys who quite blatantly checked out my package which was quite a turn on in itself. My cock was tucked down next to my thigh and Mr West still had his hand on my leg, stroking me with his fingers dangerously close to the tip As we had arrived quite late it was not long until Mal called last orders, but obviously nothing could happen until the pub closed. However, what with Mr West’s hand stroking my thigh and some strangers checking out my cock I was now as horny as fuck, and had started to wonder if I could drag Mr West off to the toilets for a quickie. Just then though another guy appeared behind the bar from the back and was introduced as Mark. He was like Mal average height and looks, short, styled brown hair, not muscular but solid. Both he and Mal had a pronounced accent which I later learned was from their native Sheffield where they grew up and first met as teenagers! Mark came around the the front of the bar and put his arms out for a hug, so I naturally stood up. He did indeed give me a big hug, but also took the chance to give me a full on kiss, with his tongue in my mouth straight away. In pulling me close my throbbing cock was squashed up against him, which made him break off and give it a quick a squeeze through my jeans. “Very nice” he said “I’m going to enjoy unwrapping that later on”. I was surprised, excited and a little embarrassed at him being brazen, so had to quickly sit down and sneakily adjust my prick, which was now pushing hard against the zip of my jeans. After this things settled down and we managed to finish our drinks and chat without me flashing anyone, until finally the last of the customers were ushered out and the doors locked. Mal said how knackered he was, as he and Mark had told the usual barman to have a night off and they had sent the potman off early, so he needed to unwind a bit and winked at me. After they tidied a few things up and cashed the till we all trooped through to the back of the bar and up a set of stairs to their private quarters. There was a nice little flat up there, with a couple of big sofas in the middle of the room facing towards a portable projector screen, with the projector on a side table between the sofas. I also noticed what looked like a professional quality camera mounted on a tripod and lights. Mark made us all a drink from a selection of bottles on a cabinet and, as I settled down on one sofa with Mr. West next to me. Mal chatted away as he busied himself with the projector, threading a film in from a box which contained a dozen or so reels. I could feel the blood pumping through my chest, my cock throbbing, trembling slightly with nervous excitement and adrenaline. In my head I was thinking “this is really happening” over and over. Mark turned the light out and the film began. No sound and the titles were, I think in Swedish or German, but it was clear what was happening. A teacher in mortarboard and gown was in a classroom with what was clearly a bloke in his 20s wearing a school uniform. After some sort of discussion the schoolboys’ shorts were pulled down and he was slapped on the bottom with a paddle, then put over the teachers knee for a spanking. The teacher then pulled aside his robes to reveal he was naked and schoolboy was soon sucking him, before getting fucked in the arse. I was already turned on but watching this film made me hornier than ever. The sex was much more graphic than I had expected, with close ups of the cock pushing and stretching the arsehole. As we watched Mr. West rested his hand on my leg, stroking my thigh and Mark came and squeezed in on the other side of me, pressing our bodies tight together. I was desperate to get my cock out or just do something, but then the teacher on screen pulled out, spunked all over the arse of the schoolboy and the film finished! Mal, who had remained standing to operate the projector, asking me how I liked it. “I loved it” I replied truthfully “l’ve never seen anything like that before”. The air in the flat was so full of sexual tension I could feel it on my skin like electricity, and I was really hoping someone would make some sort of move towards me. Instead though Mal threaded another film up and settled back down on the other sofa! This one also had no set up or titles, but looked like it had more of a story and, to my delight, two older guys who must have been in their 50’s! The other guy was a young chap playing the plumber repairing their sink, but soon he was taking it in turns to suck the other twos fat meaty cocks. By the time he has had his overalls pulled off and was being rimmed and kissed I was so hard it was painful, and I squirmed to try and adjust my position. Mr. West noticed and said “I think you need to take your trousers off now”. I didn’t need telling again and was up and unzipping in an instant. I didn’t have underwear on so my poor cock sprang out like it was spring loaded, and with relief I was able to give it a little tug to massage it back into shape. As I did this I was very aware that there were three pairs of hungry eyes studying me intently and, enjoying the attention, I continued stroking my now throbbing member, squeezing at the base to show off my full length. Mr. West said “go and stand in the middle, give us all a twirl”, so in the projector light I stood and turned slowly, letting them see everything. I already knew that they were very much into photography so was not surprised when Mark went and fetched the camera and rigged it to a light panel to take a couple of pics. Just as when Mr West took his snaps of me, I liked the attention and being told how to pose, and was more than eager to follow their instructions when told to take my shirt off but leave my socks and trainers on. When they finally saw my naked body both Mal and Mark let out appreciative coos of pleasure. Under their direction I made a few more poses for them, bending over, licking my lips and the like until Mark had to stop to change the film in the camera. Finally Mal stood up and came over to me. He began to touch me, stroking my body, letting his fingers run over my arms, back, chest nipples, thighs. He was telling me how good I looked and how fuckable I was, as his hand went to the back of my neck and he pulled me in for a kiss. It was no polite peck but a full on forceful tonguing, rough and deep. His tongue was in my mouth and his lips were mashed against mine, his moustache prickling my top lip. As he kissed me he finally grabbed my rock hard cock in his fist and squeezed, making me groan and gasp. He broke off the kissing and turned me towards the sofa where Mr. West and Mark were still sat, but now with their trousers round their ankles playing with their cocks. Both were already hard and looked delicious. Mark's cock was not as big as Mr. West’s and slimmer, but it looked just as tempting gleaming in the light of the projector. Mal gruffly ordered me to kneel and suck them, and I happily complied. They had their hips close together but there was room for me to get between their legs, so that I was able to take a cock in each hand. I marvelled for a moment at the feeling of their hot, hard shafts throbbing away, and enjoying their groans of pleasure at my touch. I didn’t take too long doing this but Mal was obviously eager for more and pushed my head forward, saying “I didn’t say play with ‘em, get your fucking mouth on them right now.” Although Mr. West had always been the one to lead, this was was my first exposure to someone being aggressively dominant and I have to say I really did like it. I started by keeping a firm grip of Mark’s cock, running my tongue up and down the shaft as I grasped Mr. West’s hard prick in my other hand. I then swapped over and licked Mr. West In the same way, before switching back to Mark to at last take his lovely fat helmet between my lips. As I enjoyed the taste of his cock I felt a deep moan resonate through his body. With a cock in each hand I started swapping from one to the other just as I had seen in the film, getting them deeper down my throat and increasing my rhythm with mouth and fist. From the noises they were making and how much of their juices I was having to slurp up I knew they were enjoying it too. After a few minutes of this, as I was fucking Mr. West with my mouth and wanking Marks slippery wet cock my head was pulled up , and I found Mal standing next to me, naked, with his prick red and swollen. He was bigger than the other two and quite thick in girth and, I was thrilled to see, circumcised. He grabbed a handful of my hair and roughly pulled my head to his crotch, pushing his fat helmet in past my wet lips, pushing in until he touched the back of my throat. I struggled a little but Mal was determined and really just used me in such a way that I had little or no choice. I found this thrilling. Up to this point I had been feeling some nerves about the situation, but now we were actually all naked I found I was totally relaxed and comfortable with with them. As I tasted Mal’s cock and heard his moans of pleasure I began to really focus on enjoying myself and giving them pleasure. I tried when I could to use my tongue to work his engorged prick, and when he eased up a little I pulled back so that I could lick his glans and up and down his shaft. He clearly liked the action of my tongue and, putting one foot on the sofa, told me to lick his balls. I lifted his swollen prick up and proceeded to give him a thorough clean, making sure to suck each of his balls into my mouth to give them an extra tug. Mal was grunting and groaning at this attention, until he decided he need to push his cock back into my mouth and resume his rough face fucking. As I knelt on the floor taking Mals thick cock, I was aware Mr. West and Mark had stood up and taken the opportunity to strip off. Now they came and stood either side of Mal, looking down at me, stroking their rock hard cocks, enjoying the sight of me taking this cock down my throat so well. After a moment or two Mal pulled me off his cock and, as I gasped and caught my breath, he pushed me onto Mr. West’s familiar prick. He kept his grip on my head with my hair, so very much dictated how fast and how deep I went. After a few moments of this I was pulled off Mr. West and pushed onto Marks delicious prick for more mouth fucking. I was swapped back and forth between the three of them, and was enjoying the feeling of being used or forced, but was also aware of the other cocks going to waste when I was sucking just one at at time. I therefore reached for the other two pricks and started to masturbate them, swapping every few seconds so that it was a frenzy of sucking, slurping and wanking. They obviously loved this, and as I took charge and set my own pace Mal was happy to let go of my head and let me dictate what I wanted to do. I tried to ensure that I gave each of them an equal share of my mouth and take my time but, as this was like all my fantasies crashing together into reality at once, I was semi delirious with lust, and the speed of and intensity of my sucking and wanking increased as my excitement grew. Soon enough Mark started to gasp out that he was cumming. I was sucking on Mr. West at the time but was just able to get him in my mouth in time to catch the first spurt of his cum, warm and sweet and delicious. Mark was grunting with each pulse and Mr. West and Mal were groaning their appreciation. Mal told me to swallow but Mr. West just said “He doesn’t need to be told”. With that encouragement and the delicious taste of Marks cum I made a show of milking him of every last drop, dropping the other cocks to free my hands to work his shaft, squeezing out every ounce of cum, and even licking up what little I had allowed to dribble down my chin, to their obvious delight. As I was still savouring the taste of those last drops and gasping to get my breath back Mal and Mr West continued wanking themselves and sure enough it was only a moment later that Mr. West pushed himself forward, jabbing his hot cock at my lips and forcing his way back into my welcoming mouth. I frantically began pumping his cock with my mouth as Mark and Mal stood either side, watching and encouraging us to finish. Soon enough I felt that wonderful pulse and and Mr. West fired his cum into my mouth, ramming his cock in as he cried out. Adding his hot cum to the remains of the load I had already swallowed meant some of it was dribbling out of my mouth and down my chin. He added to the mess by pulling his cock out of my mouth and rubbing it on my face, smearing a creamy mix of his cum and my saliva over my face. After this, jaw aching and the smell and taste of cum filling my head, I sat back on the floor, gasping for breath. I was expecting and hoping that Mal would force himself on me now but he didn’t seem to want to make a move. I was bathed in sweat, panting and aware that I had cum running down my face and dripping onto my torso, but I was suddenly too shattered and satiated to do anything but sit there and recover. I heard Mal ask me to open my eyes, and saw he had the camera. He snapped a couple of pics, then moved closer for a couple of close ups of my face. He asked me to lick my lips and get some spunk on my tongue, and snapped more shots as I cleaned up my face a little, then at his insistence scoop up the drops from my chin with my fingers and suck them clean again. Once he was happy with the shots he had and I had recovered my composure I was able to walk to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I came back I was thrilled to see that all three were still naked. Mal was threading another film into the projector whilst Mark was making us another drink. This could only mean we were not done yet, which was a relief as I was only too aware that Mal and I had not cum yet, I was still as horny as fuck and I had been hoping for someone to fuck my arsehole. I walked over to sit down next to Mr West. He leant over to kiss me, and said “you were wonderful. The guys love you so much” Mal and Mark spoke up to agree. “Lets take little rest now, and then we can carry on”. I wasn't quite sure where we were going next but, at that moment in time I was so turned on I was ready and eager to agree to anything and everything they wanted to do with me, so just settled back to wait for round two.