Twenty

1.

Even as a small child I’d exhibited effeminate mannerisms. It never bothered my mother although my father tried to change me without success. As soon as I entered puberty, I knew I was gay and started watching gay porn on my prized laptop. I’m an only child and my mother spoiled me, much against my father’s wishes.

When I was thirteen, my father left to live with another woman. Divorce followed and I never saw or spoke to my father again. My mother didn’t appear upset, so neither was I.

Because of my effeminate mannerisms, I was constantly bullied at school and called abusive names.

“Just ignore them” my mother told me, so I did. When the bullies realised, I was not afraid of them, the bullying reduced but the names continued. Whenever they tried to rile me, I just smiled and walked away. The few friends I had often said, “Doesn’t it bother you?”

“Why should it? If they want to show how childish they are, that’s their problem.”

Even so, I decided to leave school at sixteen and get myself a job. The first was in a coffee shop near to where we lived in Camden. But, soon after me joining, the manager became over friendly. Whenever he thought nobody was watching, he’d place his hand on my butt and rub it. On occasions he’d grope me.

On one occasion he said, “Come back to my place. We can have fun together.”

“I’d rather not” I replied and walked away. Another member of staff heard him and put in a complaint to head office.

“He’s tried it on with me and I’m not gay. It’s time he was stopped” he told me. He made the complaint, and we were interviewed. I just stated what had happened without complaining as such, but the other guy made an issue of it. The manager resigned as a result. The new manager was an older guy and acted as an army sergeant barking instructions at us. After a week of this, three of us left. I later found out he’d been replaced.

I had various jobs after that, including working in a restaurant as a waiter. Dealing with customers was challenging but I frequently had compliments and generous tips, so must have been pleasing most customers.

It was whilst working here that I met Diego in a gay bar in Soho. Now eighteen, I frequently visited the gay bars and clubs, often arriving home in the early hours but my mother never complained.

“Hi. I love your long flowing hair. Used to have shoulder length hair like that when I was your age. How old are you?”

“Eighteen” I replied looking at the older guy standing beside me. Our eyes locked, and something stirred inside me. I instinctively knew this was a momentous moment. “How old are you?”

He smiled and said he was thirty-eight. ‘Twenty years older than me’ I thought to myself. Did the age gap bother me? No, it didn’t. He seemed a genuine guy, with a sense of humour and intelligent. I liked him and there was something about him that rocked my boat.

Seeing that I was drinking red wine, I hated the taste of beer, he ordered a bottle of the same.

“I like guys who prefer wine to beer” he commented as he poured two glasses. “I assume an attractive guy like you has a boyfriend.”

I assured him I didn’t, and he was surprised. “I’m rather shy and find it difficult to make friends.”

We were sitting on bar stools close to one another and he placed a hand on my thigh. I felt the warmth it produced and the reaction between my legs.

“I used to be shy when I was younger, but I’ve found as I got older that I became more confident. I expect you will too.”

We spent the next hour talking about our early lives and our experiences at work. He was an accountant and now had his own accountancy practice in Kensington where he lived. He told me he was Mexican, and his parents had sent him to England to study accountancy. Having qualified he was offered a job with a firm of accountants. After obtaining his UK residency, he set up his own company which was doing well. I felt inadequate against his success. Perhaps I should have continued my education.

“Do you enjoy your job?” he asked.

“It provides an income, but no, I don’t really enjoy it.”

“What would you rather do?”

“An office job, but I don’t have any experience or qualifications.”

The empty bottle of wine was staring at us. Our glasses now empty.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’d like that” I immediately replied.

“The age gap doesn’t bother you?”

“No, why should it. If you fancy me and I fancy you, why should age matter?”

He placed both hands on my legs and bent forward to give me a kiss.

“I certainly fancy you, and I agree, age doesn’t matter. Sadly, it does with a lot of guys.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter to me, and I definitely fancy you” I grinned as I moved one of his hands onto the bulge in my crotch.

“Mm. That clearly needs attention. Keep it hard” he laughed.

We left the bar and made our way to Kensington using the Piccadilly line to Gloucester Road and the Circle line to High Street Kensington. He owned a stunning three-bedroom apartment in a refurbished Victorian building just five minutes walk away from the station.

“There’s one thing I need to tell you before we enter” he said once inside the lift to the sixth floor. “I have a lodger. He’s sixteen and his parents were killed in a public shooting six months ago. You may have read about it. He has no family and was homeless, so I offered him a home with me. He’s gay but very shy. I also gave him a job in my office.”

I told him it didn’t bother me and felt his act of kindness confirmed my feelings towards him.

“Wow. This is beautiful” I exclaimed as I walked in. The walls were decorated with modern art paintings which I loved.

A semi-naked black guy appeared and smiled at me. All he was wearing was a pair of skimpy briefs.

“This is Kwame” Diego told me. “He likes being skimpily dressed when home. Often, he is naked., aren’t you, Kwame.”

The lad smiled and nodded.

“Hi Kwame. I’m Ethan.” I moved up to him and offered my hand. He tentatively shook it and smiled at me. He seemed a lovely guy who was clearly African with beautiful smooth dark skin that shone in the light.

Diego led me into the living room which was huge compared to my home. The furnishings were top quality and I loved it. How I’d love to live in a place like this. Kwame was instructed to pour brandies, including one for himself, and having given me mine, sat down beside me on a large sofa. Diego sat opposite, admiring us.

“He likes you” he smiled. “He normally scuttles away when I have guys around.”

“Are you staying for the night?” Kwame asked me.

I looked at Diego since I wasn’t sure.

“I would like you to do so. Can you?” he grinned.

I said I could and immediately sent a text to mum to say I had met a friend and he’d invited me to stay over.

“I like you” Kwame said and to my surprise, and Diego’s, he placed a hand on my thigh.

“Wow, he really likes you. Never seen him do that before” Diego grinned.

I reciprocated the action and placed a hand on the bulge now showing in his briefs. He moved his hand onto mine and began massaging it. The brandy was making me feel free and easy and I was up for anything. I looked at Diego and smiled.

“I think it’s time to take you guys to bed” he grinned, so we drank our brandies in one gulp and followed him to the master bedroom which was huge in comparison to mine, and it had its own ensuite.

Diego took me into his arms and kissed me. It was passionate and I enjoyed the intimacy. I was conscious of Kwame standing nearby watching us. Whilst continuing to kiss, I indicated for him to join us. He did and I massaged his erection inside his briefs. I attempted a pull them down but without success. He took the hint and removed them, leaving him stark naked with an awesome erect cock.

Diego was now undressing me, so I commenced undressing him. We were soon naked and fondling one another. He indicated for Kwame to lay on his back and lift his legs to expose his gorgeous, puckered hole.

“Fuck him” he told me. “He loves being fucked hard, don’t you Kwame.”

He grinned and his eyes locked onto my stiff cock. Diego gave me the lube, expecting me to fuck bareback. I lubricated my rod and presented it to the hole.

“Just plunge in. He likes that” Diego grinned. I did and Kwame uttered a low groan as I breached him. Once in, I plunged back and forth until I’d dumped my load inside his arse. He was grinning, so clearly enjoyed it, as did I.

Diego moved forward and gently pushed me onto the bed. Once on my back and my legs in the air, he plunged his stiff cock into my arse. Kwame knelt beside me, watching every thrust that Diego made. I took hold of his stiff cock and massaged it until he’d shot his load over me whilst the cock inside me dumped its load.

“Thank you” Kwame smiled before kissing me.

“Time for bed, Kwame” Diego said. He smiled at me and left to go to his own bedroom.

“He’s a sweet guy” I commented after he’d gone.

“I’ve never seen him so keen to be involved. Normally, he slinks in the background just watching. You’ve brought him out of shell.”

We climbed into bed and cuddled. “I’m glad I found you” he smiled before kissing me.

I kissed him back and said I was too.

2.

When I woke the following morning, I found a naked Kwame sitting on the bed beside me caressing my naked body. I smiled at him and reached for his stiff cock.

“He wants to watch me fucking you” Diego chuckled. I turned to him and kissed him on the lips.

“What are we waiting for?” I grinned and straddled his naked body. He too had a morning erection, so I guided it into my arse using spit to aid its insertion. Once inside me, I rode it whilst Kwame watched.

“Ah, fuck” Diego cried out as he shot morning load inside me several minutes later.

“Mm, I needed that. Thank you.”

I kissed him and said, “I love your cock inside my arse.”

“Do you want Ethan to fuck you, Kwame?”

“Yes please” he grinned, so I told him to lay face down on the bed and mounted him. My stiff cock now deep inside him, I proceeded to fuck. He loved every moment before I shot my load into his arse.

“Time to get washed and dressed” Diego told Kwame.

“He’s such a lovely guy.”

“He clearly likes you. He normally slinks into a corner when I’ve had guys staying over.”

We showered together during which we caressed and kissed one another. At breakfast, which Kwame had prepared offering cereal, toast and coffee, Diego asked if I’d like to stay another night. I accepted without hesitation. I knew I’d fallen in love with this guy.

On my way to work I phoned mum and told her I was staying overnight again.

“Is he a new boyfriend?”

“Yeah, I like him very much.”

“Is it serious?”

“Yes, it is. We get on well with one another.”

“What’s his name?”

“Diego. He’s Mexican.”

How long have you known him?”

“A while” I replied, not wanting to admit we’d only met the day before.

“I’m happy for you. Invite him over for a meal.”

I said I would before I ended the call. As I continued my journey, I relived my short time with Diego. I loved him without doubt, and I hoped he loved me as much.

He’d suggested that I meet him at his office since my shift ended at 4 p.m. I agreed since I was interested to see where he worked. The building was impressive with a central reception for the various companies it housed. On giving my name to the receptionist, she issued me with a pass which let me through the barriers and to the lift. Diego’s company was situated on the third floor. I walked into an open plan office and a woman in her mid twenties welcomed me.

“I’m Sheila, Diego’s secretary” she smiled as she led me to his office. On the way I saw Kwame busy photocopying in the far corner. We smiled at one another.

Diego welcomed me and after Shiela had left and the door closed, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately.

“I’ve been thinking of you all day” he smiled. “You are staying over tonight, aren’t you.”

I confirmed I was and relayed the conversation I’d had with mum.

“Would you like a quick tour of the office and see what we do?”

I said I would since I’d always dreamt of being an office worker but never imagined I would. He introduced me to David, another accountant, and Tracy, an account assistant who undertook basic paperwork, both of whom were in their early twenties.

“Sheila looks after the office and keeps us in order” he smiled as we reached her desk.

“I do my best but keeping these guys in order is a losing battle” she laughed.

I sensed it was a happy environment and for a moment imagined working there. We reached Kwame who was filing a pile of official looking documents. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. On returning to Diego’s office, he indicated for me to sit down.

“Is this the kind of office you’d like to work in?”

“I’d love to, if I had the necessary knowledge and experience.”

“You could learn on the job and attend an appropriate part-time course” he smiled. His smile caused my heart to flutter.

“I could, if an employer was willing to give me the opportunity.”

“I would if you were interested in learning about accountancy. You don’t have to be a qualified accountant in an office like this. Plenty of tasks that don’t need that level of knowledge.”

I gasped. “Are you offering me a job?”

He smiled, which sent another erotic shiver through my body, including my cock.

“I’ve been considering employing a personal assistant for a while. The business is expanding, and I need someone who could take some of the routine items off me to give me time to service clients and obtain new ones. There’s a three month one evening a week finance course you could attend to give you the basics, and you’d learn on the job. How about it?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you serious?”

“Very. I’m a good judge of character and you’re an intelligent guy. I think you’d be ideal.”

“Wow. Thanks. I’d love to work here for you.”

He explained the conditions of employment and the salary, which was over double what I was earning at the restaurant.

“You’d need to wear a suit, since you’d be meeting clients. Do you have one?”

I said I didn’t, but could buy one, although what with I wasn’t sure since I had little money to spare. He gave me a copy of an employment contract and told me to give him my decision after I’d read it at home.

There was a tap on the door and Sheila looked in to say she and the others were off.

“Thanks Sheila. Tell Kwame we’ll be a few minutes.

She closed the door and he moved from behind his desk. He took hold of my hands and pulled me into an embrace. He kissed me passionately and I felt my cock go hard. His hand grasping it caused it to go harder.

“I’d love to fuck you over my desk” he laughed. “But we’d better go home” he grinned.

We collected Kwame on our way out and made our way back to Diego’s apartment in Kensington. My mind was going over the offer that Diego had made. I instinctively knew I wanted to accept but would read through the employment contract before I told him my decision. The thought of working with him also excited me, but perhaps for the wrong reasons!

Kwame immediately set to work preparing the evening meal, so I offered to help him and received a big smile and a hug. He’d already removed the suit and shirt he’d been wearing for work, so was now dressed in his sexy briefs and a T-shirt.

Whilst the meal was cooking, I read through the employment contract. As expected, it was acceptable so went to find Diego who was in the third bedroom which he used as a study/office. I told him I’d read through contract and was happy with it so would like to accept his offer.

“Brilliant” he exclaimed and placed his hands around my waist and sat me on his lap. My heart was already thumping, and my cock was rapidly swelling. “I have every confidence that you’ll be perfect in the job once you’ve gained some on the job experience and attended the three-month evening course. The first six-months will be probationary and all going well we can make it permanent after that, at which time you’ll get a pay increase. How much notice do you have to give your current employer?”

“All the staff are employed on a zero-hour contract, so none really but I’ll tell them tomorrow that I’ll be finishing on Friday, so could start on Monday.”

“Perfect, which brings me to another question.” I looked at him wondering what it would be. “I know we’ve only known each other for a short time, which some would say was nowhere near enough, but I’ve fallen madly in love with you, Ethan and I don’t want to lose you.”

He then added, “Do you love me?”

Tears were now pouring down my face as I kissed him boldly on the lips.

“Is that a, yes?” he grinned.

“Yes, yes, yes. I’m madly in love with you. I’ve never felt this way before which is why I know it’s real, so yes, I do love you.”

We kissed and hugged, feeling each other’s body react to the erotic contact we were having. When our mouths parted, he looked at me again.

“Would you move in with me, plus Kwame of course, but he loves you as much as I do.”

“Wow. An offer of a job and a new home within one day” I grinned.

“Am I moving too fast?” he asked with a concerned look.

I grinned. “No, you’re not. I like guys who can make decisions quickly. And yes. I’d love to move in with you. How about over the weekend?”

He agreed and also accepted my mum’s invitation for a meal to meet her, so I called her and gave her the momentous news.

“Employment and moving in with him. Are you sure?” she replied.

“One hundred percent. I love him and he loves me, so we want to live together. The job offer is the icing on the cake. I’ve always dreamt of having an office job.”

“As long as you’re sure, I’m happy for you, Ethan. I look forward to meeting Diego tomorrow.”

Whilst I was making my call, Diego was giving Kwame the news. As soon as I walked into the kitchen, he jumped into my arms.

“You’re moving in here and working at the office. That’s brilliant news” he exclaimed. His legs were now wrapped around my waist, and he was kissing me on the lips whilst Diego looked on enjoying the spectacle.

“It means I can fuck that cute arse of yours everyday” I laughed.

“Yeah. I love you fucking my arse” he giggled.

After the meal, Diego and I sat on the sofa and Kwame alternated sitting on our laps. He’d now removed his T-shirt so was only dressed in his sexy briefs, but those didn’t last long, and Diego and I were soon naked as well. With gay porn showing on the large TV via Diego’s laptop, we each fucked Kwame.

I went to bed that night with Diego cuddling me, and I felt very happy. More so than I could remember because life with my father had been hard and although mum did her best, but having a guy to love and love me, made my life perfect.

***

When I woke in the morning, I found a naked Kwame sitting on the bed beside me again waiting to be fucked. This was clearly going to be a regular occurrence.

“You can be piggy in the middle” Diego chuckled. “You fuck him whilst I fuck you.”

It sounded good to me, so Kwame climbed in facing away from me, and Diego moved up behind me. Once both cocks had been lubricated and inserted into arse, we commenced pumping in unison. It felt good. I climaxed first and shot my load into Kwame’s arse whilst I massaged his erection. That climaxed shortly after into my hand which I held up to his mouth for him to lick clean, which he did. Diego kept pumping with my cock still embedded inside Kwame’s arse. Eventually, Diego let rip and dumped his load of cum into me.

On arrival at work, I went to find the manager. After telling him I was leaving at the end of my shift the following day, he wasn’t happy and tried to make out I was required to give a week’s notice. I’d heard of others who’d been told the same thing so was ready with my defence.

I showed him the contract I’d signed on employment which made no mention of notice and pointed out that I was giving two whole days. He quickly stood down and tried to persuade me to stay on for at least another week, and I’d receive a bonus.

“No thanks. I’ve told my new employer that I’m starting on Monday.”

He then tried to persuade me to work the weekend, but I declined that too.

“You’re leaving me in the shit” he shouted.

“Perhaps if you paid better wages and employed people on a proper contract instead of zero hours, you’d not be in the shit” I replied and walked away leaving my resignation letter on his desk.

When I told my colleagues they said “Good for you. The bastard needs being told the truth.”

I was asked where I was going but kept it brief saying ‘an office job’.

After finishing my shift that evening, I went home, had a shower, and dressed in smarter clothes. I also slipped on the suit I’d bought on the way home. It was more expensive than I’d planned but knew my increased income would soon pay off the credit card. Mum questioned me again about Diego, asking me if, I was sure. I told her I had no doubts which she accepted.

I asked whether she’d continue living in the house after I’d left. Although not large it was costly to run. “I’ll probably move in with Uncle Frank. He now needs everyday care which I can give, and he’d benefit financially from me sharing the cost of his flat. Frank was her brother who was gay, although he never admitted it. He’d never married or had girlfriends. My father called him a poof despite having no evidence.

Diego arrived laden with a bottle of fine wine and a massive bunch of flowers which impressed mum. She greeted him warmly and chatted away with him. During the conversation, she asked how long he’d known me.

“Quite a while” he replied without hesitation. I smiled to myself.

“He’s charming and good-looking, so I can see why you love him. I’m so happy for you” she said after he’d left.

I was relieved and didn’t feel as bad about moving out.

The following day was my last at the restaurant and my colleagues wished me all the best. Nobody suggested going to the pub for a drink and I didn’t either, knowing that money was tight for most of them. On the Saturday morning, I finished packing my things, putting what I didn’t want into black bin bags. After lunch, my last with mum, Diego arrived to help me transport everything to his apartment. I said goodbye to mum, and she kissed me before I left for the final time. Within a few weeks she’d given up the rented house and moved in with Frank, who owned his small two-bed house.

Once unpacked in the Kensington apartment, I stripped down to my briefs and T-shirt like Kwame. Diego did the same and it became a regular routine when we were home alone. Being semi naked encouraged sexual activity, which pleased Kwame and I certainly never complained, neither did Diego.

On the first night, Diego had bought a bottle of champagne and by the time we’d consumed it, we were all tipsy. Clothes were discarded, gay porn was played via the large TV screen, and we enjoyed rampant sex. Kwame was fucked several times by me and Diego, as was I which I enjoyed immensely. Diego also asked me to fuck him whilst his big cock plunged in out of Kwame’s arse. I enjoyed having my dick deep inside him, as did he fucked.

3.

After a wonderful weekend, during which the three of us had great sex, I started my new job on the Monday morning dressed in my new suit. I was first officially introduced to the other members of staff and assigned a desk plus computer. That was something I did know how to use, including the word processing and spreadsheet programs. Tracy was asked to show me how the accounting program worked and how to access client accounts. I was given my own password, which only Diego knew, so that every time I logged in, it left a trail of what I’d done. It was scary at first, but I quickly got the hang of it as I updated information with Tracy’s guidance.

“He’s a fast learner” she told Diego when he appeared an hour later to see how I was getting on. I felt pleased with myself, and he patted me in the back. We’d agreed that we’d not hide our relationship but not shout it about. Everyone knew that he was gay and that he’d come to Kwame’s rescue when most needed it. To be honest, that’s what he’d done for me, and I was eternally grateful.

“Join me in my office” he told me, satisfied that I knew how to operate the accounting program. Once inside the office, he closed the door and took me into his arms. “Do you think you’ll like working here?”

“Yeah. It’s great. I’m enjoying it and find the work interesting, not that I’ve done much yet.”

“I’ve got to client visit this afternoon and I’d like to take you with me as my assistant.”

He then proceeded to tell me what I needed to know, which documents to produce when he asked for them, and how to make notes on the small laptop he gave me, plus a brief case to hold the laptop and the documents.

“It’s yours to use for work and keep with you at all times.”

I wanted to hug him. I now felt like a proper assistant.

It was soon lunchtime, and he took me and Kwame to the café on the top floor of the building. They sold snacks and drinks which we each selected at the counter and paid for ourselves. Fortunately, I’d remembered to bring my wallet with me. I’d already agreed to pay a monthly amount for food and living costs now I’d moved in with Diego, since I wanted to pay my way, now I was earning a proper salary.

That afternoon Diego took me to visit a client. He’d been one for several years and was one of Diego’s most profitable.

“He’s got fingers in several pies under the different companies we’re discussing, all of which make lots of money, so Logan is a multi-millionaire. He’s Canadian and is also gay, so expect him to come on to you.”

“How do I react?” I asked.

“Don’t object for a start but don’t encourage him. I suspect the time will come when he wants to take things further.”

I hadn’t expected this but would follow Diego.

We arrived at the luxurious offices owned by Logan and were escorted up to the executive office on the top floor which had a magnificent view of London.

“Good to see you Diego” Logan beamed as he shook his hand and gave him a brief hug. “So, this is your new assistant. Very nice. What’s your name?”

“Ethan” I replied, remembering not to add ‘sir’ as instructed by Diego.

He shook my hand and led me over to the window.

“What do you think of that view?”

“It’s amazing” I replied, feeling a hand on my back, and slowly making its way down.

“I own six of those buildings over there” he added, pointing to an area to the left. His hand had now reached my bum and was rubbing it. My cock reacted to the intimate touch.

“And how old are you, Ethan?”

“Eighteen”

“Mm, a nice age” he replied with an erotic tone. He then turned to Diego who’d watched everything. “Okay, let’s get down to business.”

We sat around a conference table at one end of the enormous office and proceeded with the business matters which involved going through the audit of Logan’s accounts. As Diego went through the accounts for each company, I produced the documents for discussion and made notes on my new laptop. I’d expected to feel nervous but wasn’t. I’d placed the documents in order and set up a system on my laptop to take notes.

The business took almost two hours to complete. Once done, Logan invited us to sit in lounge chairs at the other end of the room where he served a Canadian whisky. As we drank, he asked me about my early life and how I met Diego.

“Ah, so you’re living with him” he grinned. “You lucky guy, Diego.”

Diego just smiled but didn’t comment.

“And how’s the other lad you adopted?”

“Kwame. He’s fine.”

“So, two gorgeous guys to play with” he grinned.

Diego smiled.

“I’d like to invite the three of you to a dinner party at my house in Chelsea. How about it?”

I looked at Diego and let him answer that.

“That’s very kind of you, Logan. When had you in mind?”

“This coming Saturday?”

Diego looked at me. “We’re free on that date I believe, aren’t we, Ethan?”

Having said were were, Diego replied to Logan, “We’d love to accept.”

“Excellent, that’s settled. Casual dress. No formality. Shall we say seven o’clock?”

Diego nodded.

After more small talk, Diego indicated it was time to leave. Logan gave us another intimate hug, and we left.

“He fancies you” Diego laughed as we descended in the lift to the ground floor.

“What will happen at this dinner party?” I asked.

“Assuming it’s just us, which I guess it will be, I wouldn’t be surprised if things become sexual, especially with you and Kwame.”

“And?” I queried.

“Assuming you don’t want to piss off a very profitable client, you let things take its course. I certainly won’t mind. I assume you’re okay with an open relationship. It won’t affect my love for you.”

“Yeah, fine. Doesn’t bother me. How about Kwame?”

Diego chuckled. “It doesn’t bother him. Not the first time we’ve been invited to a client’s home for sex under the guise of a dinner date.”

I smiled to myself. It seemed I was going to enjoy this job far more than I’d imagined. That evening, Diego informed Kwame about the dinner invitation and told me to log it into the electronic diary I now managed on his behalf.

***

We arrived at Logan’s house in Hampstead just on seven. As I stepped out the the taxi Diego had booked, I admired the large house. The taxi drove off and the three of us walked up to the front door. Diego pressed the doorbell and a moment later a young guy opened it wearing what looked like a knee length Kimono with nothing beneath it.

“Good evening, guys, Logan is waiting for you in the drawing room, but first, he’d like you to change into these.” He proceeded to give each of us a similar silk knee length Kimono and led us into a room where we could change.

“And what’s your name?” Diego asked the young man who looked no older than sixteen.

“Jakub”

“Polish?”

“Yes”

“And how old are you, Jakub?”

“Seventeen?” he replied as he watched the three of us strip naked before putting on our silk Kimono. Mine was black, Diego’s was a smoky blue, and Kwame’s was red.

Once stripped and our genitals suitably covered, Jakub led us into a large drawing room where Logan was lounging in a similar Kimono to mine and smoking what smelt like cannabis.

“Hi, guys, welcome. You’ve met my gorgeous Jakub. He’s a new acquisition. Jakub, open the champagne please and pour four glasses.”

“What happened to the other lad?”

“Oh, he got bored and I with him, so he left. Found Jakub wandering the streets, so I offered him a home. He’s gorgeous, isn’t he and a good fuck, apart from being a great houseboy.”

He then invited me and Kwame to sit beside him on a large sofa. Jakub served the champagne and sat between Logan’s legs.

As we drank, his hand drifted onto my thigh, pushing away the silk covering. Having grasped my cock, which reacted to his touch, he used his other hand to do the same with Kwame, having switched his glass of champagne into the now free hand.

Within minutes he’d emptied his glass and given it to Jakub. Both hands now grasped a cock a massaged it whilst chatting to Diego, who watched with amusement.

Having topped up the champagne glasses and emptied the bottle, Jakub disappeared into the kitchen, presumably to finish off preparing the meal. Fifteen minutes later he announced that the meal was ready.

Logan led the three of us into the dining room with me and Kwame showing off erections bulging our kimono.

The meal was delicious, washed down with an equally delicious wine. After we’d finished our coffee and brandy which followed, Logan led us back into the drawing room. He passed round a box of pre-prepared joints and seeing Diego taking one, I did the same, as did Kwame. Once lit, we smoked them and enjoyed the effect. Up until then I’d seldom used drugs but had a feeling I would be in future if Logan was typical of the people we’d be visiting!

Once the joints had been smoked, Logan stood and told me to do the same. He removed my kimono leaving me stark naked. He cupped my balls and fondled my cock, which didn’t take long to swell. He indicated for Kwame to join us and removed his kimono. His cock also soon responded to Logan’s treatment.

“I want to watch you fuck him” he told me, instructing Kwame to kneel on the sofa and bend over the back to offer his arse for fucking. Using the lube, I’d been given I lubricated my naked cock and plunged it deep into Kwame’s arse. He uttered sounds of pleasure which pleased Logan.

“Yeah, fuck that arse hard” he told me as I continued pumping in and out of Kwame’s arse until I’d shot my load deep inside.

I was then told to kneel on the sofa beside Kwame and offer my arse.

“Fuck his arse whilst I fuck this one” Logan told Diego.

Always happy to please, and fuck me, Diego thrust his big naked cock into my arse and gave it a good hard fuck to please Logan. He now had his cock deep inside Kwame’s arse. As they fucked, a bottle of poppers did the rounds.

After dumping their load of cum, Logan and Diego changed places and I was given a rough fuck by Logan whilst Diego did the same to Kwame.

“Yeah, fucking brilliant. Let’s have a drink and another spliff” Logan grinned.

The earlier alcohol combined with the joint and poppers caused my head to spin.

“Are you okay?” Diego whispered, whilst Logan prepared four large whiskies. I assured him I was but what I’d be like in the morning, I had no idea.

At ten the doorbell sounded. The three of us looked at one another since we were stark naked and very aroused. Logan said nothing as he walked naked to the front door. A few moments later, he returned with a gorgeous looking guy who had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

“This is Karl. He’s come to join us” Logan explained.

“Hi, guys. I’m glad I came” he laughed as he began stripping off his clothes. We later found out that he was twenty-five, Swedish, and wealthy. His big cock was soon ready for action, and he chose me to be his first fuck. I knelt on the sofa and offered my arse. He plunged his cock into it and proceeded to give me a long hard fuck.

Meanwhile, Logan was enjoying watching Diego and Kwame stroking their big black cocks whilst he fucked Jakub.

The action continued for another two hours. Diego indicated that it was time for them to leave and was about to book a taxi.

“I’ll drive you home” Karl announced. Logan looked put out, clearly hoping that Karl would stay longer for more sex.

To my surprise, Diego accepted his offer, so we dressed, thanked Logan, and left. We climbed into the smart Mercedes with Diego in the front with Karl and me and Kwame in the back.

“Did you enjoy that?” I whispered to Kwame whilst the two in the front talked.

“Yeah, it was great” he grinned. I also agreed. It was fucking fantastic sex.

“Karl has invited us back to his place. You guys are okay with that aren’t you.”

Since it was a statement rather than a question, I replied, “Yeah”. A few moments later we were driving through wrought iron gates that had opened as we approached and parked outside a very smart house. As we walked in, the whole place oozed with money. Several original paintings hung on the walls and high value ornaments lined cabinets.

“This is Jayden” Karl announced as we walked in, and a beautiful black guy appeared wearing a G-string. I couldn’t stop myself from admiring his beautiful naked body.

Karl immediately removed his clothes and indicated for us to do the same. He told Jayden to remove his G-string and offer drinks to everyone. “After you’ve done that, prepare a line of Coke for everyone” he added.

Having dumped our clothes in the spacious hallway, we followed him naked into a large room at the rear that had gym equipment, a sex sling and a wooden cross fixed at an angle to one wall. Bench seats lined another wall where we sat with our drinks. Seeing Diego and Karl had opted for Vodka, Kwame and I did the same.

I then watched Jayden prepare five lines of the white powder. I’d never used Cocaine before and had never seen Diego do so, but he immediately snorted a line when offered.

“One line won’t hurt you and you’ll enjoy the experience” he grinned, sensing my reticence. I snorted the line and wiped the residue onto my nostrils as Kwame snorted his line without hesitation. Karl snorted his followed by Jayden.

“Okay, guys. Let’s have some fun” Karl grinned.

The alcohol on top of what I’d imbibed at Logan’s and now the cocaine was having its effect on me, so I let Karl take control. I was taken to the wooden cross and laid on it, my hands and feet strapped open wide. My stiff cock projected through the cross making it available for sucking, which Jayden was instructed to do.

“Fuck” I yelled when my butt was spanked. It received several more strokes causing it to sting. Oddly, it felt erotic, so I didn’t mind. I then felt a big cock go deep into my arse.

“Fuck. That feels so good” Diego uttered as he continued fucking me hard.

The cock was removed, and another took its place. I was given another hard fuck and had another load of cum dumped inside my arse. I loved every minute.

“Okay, time for Kwame to take your place.”

I was released from my bondage and laid on the floor. I then realised another guy had joined the party but hadn’t a clue who he was. He looked to be Jamaican and had a huge cock. I wondered if it was his that fucked me first. He grinned at me and lifted my legs over my head, so my arse was facing upwards. I watched him hover his enormous cock over my hole and slowly push it in.

“Ah, fuck” I cried out, more with pleasure than pain.

“Yeah, man. Feels good, don’t it” he laughed as he proceeded to give me the roughest fuck I’d ever received. But I enjoyed every minute of it. As he fucked, I could see Kwame being given a hard fuck by Karl, followed by Diego. I was seeing a different side to the guy, and I liked it.

Another good outcome from meeting Karl was that he became a client. He ran several companies, some of which Diego said were dodgy, so he was required to use creative accounting to hide the profits.

4.

Several days later, Diego took us to Soho for a meal. After we’d eaten, we went to Comptons for a drink. As we were sitting there enjoying our drink, a good-looing Nigerian guy sidled up to us.

“Hi, I’m Isaac” he smiled, showing off his perfect white teeth. I looked him over and could see he was well endowed. I was immediately interested, and so was my cock.

“Hi” I replied, and Diego said the same.

“You’re a lucky guy having two gorgeous guys with you” Isaac grinned.

“Yeah, I am. How about you?”

“Nah, not so lucky, man, but I’d like to get to know you guys. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Thanks. That’d be nice” Diego replied. I could see he was impressed with the guy, and I was too.

He went to the bar and ordered a bottle of red wine, seeing that’s what we were drinking. He also bought three shots of Vodka.

“Okay, guys. Get this down you” he laughed as he distributed the Vodkas. We all drank it in one go and savoured the effect. I decided it was great. My head was spinning, and I wanted more alcohol to satisfy it.

Isaac opened the wine and poured four glasses. We clinked our glasses together before we each took our first sip. Even I realised this was a good wine and not the house version. As we drank, he asked if we’d like to join him at his place for a foursome.

“Yeah, that’d be great” Diego replied for all of us. We finished the bottle between us and made our way to Isaac’s flat in the Kings Cross area. On entry, I could see it was spacious with two large bedrooms each with its own ensuite. The large living room overlooked what had once been a gasworks and a coal yard but had now been developed into a prestigious residential area with high value shops and restaurants nearby. This guy clearly had money, yet he’d told us he was nineteen.

I later found out that his Nigerian parents had been very rich having moved to England in their early twenties to make a new life. They worked hard and ended up owning several companies. Isaac had qualified as an accountant and looked after their accounts. His parents then decided that they wanted to return to their home company and retire. They signed over the companies to him and retired early on a substantial pension.

We removed our shoes at his request and moved into the living room.

“Make yourselves comfortable” he grinned as he removed his expensive shirt. The weather for once was hot so the three of us did the same. Now stripped to the waist we sat down on the sofas and enjoyed the wine he’d opened. He told us it was a special vintage, but the details went over my head.

“So, how did you guys get together?”

I left Diego to answer as I enjoyed the wine. Seeing my glass nearly empty, Isaac topped it up.

“I’m not sure I should drink more. It’s making me tipsy” I laughed.

“That’s the idea” he laughed. “I’m hoping to fuck your cute arse.”

“You can do that without me being drunk” I laughed.

“Yeah, but it’s more fun fucking a guy who’s merry” he chuckled.

I giggled and he sat on the sofa beside me. I looked at Diego on the other sofa and he grinned.

“Go for it” he laughed.

This was the signal for Isaac to remove the remainder of his clothes, kneel between my legs, unfasten my trousers, and remove them followed by my underwear. I took another drink of wine and watched him take my semi-hard cock into his mouth. It didn’t take long for it to be fully erect. He lifted my legs over my head, lubricated his stiff cock with saliva and pressed the big head against my arse until it slipped through. The remaining length followed, and he proceeded to fuck me whilst Diego and Kwame watched.

“He’s got a gorgeous arse to fuck. You guys are fucking lucky” Isaac laughed as Diego sat beside me and kissed me passionately. Kwame sat the other side and tweaked my nipples which he knew I enjoyed.

We met up with Isaac on several other occasions after that and each time he gave me and Kwame a good long hard fuck whilst Diego watched on before doing the same. I loved it and so did my lovely friend Kwame.

It was during one of these sessions that Issaac invited the three of us to join him at his villa in Sitges. We’d spend a week sunbathing naked and having lots of sex with local boys. Diego immediately accepted on behalf of all of us. I was certainly keen to go, and Kwame was too.

Issaac gave us the dates he was next there and we agreed we’d join him. “Leave travel arrangements to me. All I need are details of your passports” Isaac added.

So, three weeks later, the three of us met Isaac and a private car drove us to Heathrow airport. Knowing we’d be naked most of the time, we packed lightly.

Walking into the waiting area, we looked like four queens going on holiday, which we were since Isaac was very flamboyant.

“I don’t care a fuck. I’m queer and not ashamed of being so” he laughed.

I felt the same. “If they don’t approve, then fuck ‘em”, I laughed.

“Now you’re talking” Diego laughed.

Kwame kept his thoughts to himself, but smiled, so I gave him a hug before kissing him on the lips, not caring who saw me.

“Disgusting” one woman muttered as we walked by.

“Yeah, darling, you are, aren’t you” Isaac laughed as we continued towards check-in.

“Four queens to be checked in, darling” Isaac told the check-in clerk who smiled. He had a beautiful smile and a beautiful body. I so hoped he was gay.

“Welcome” he smiled. “Off to sunny Sitges, lucky you” he added as he did a search on his computer system to find our tickets. He processed each of us in turn and as he came to me, I gave him one of my sexy smiles. “Hi, Ethan” he smiled.

“Hi” I replied, gazing into his blue eyes.

“Have a nice trip” he said having given me my boarding pass.

“I will” I replied and nearly added, “Why not join us, darling” but I didn’t.

The guy who checked my passport and stamped it showed no sign of enjoying life, so I showed no emotion at all, which was probably wise in order to avoid being arrested.

Once on the plane in the first-class cabin, Diego suggested that I sit with Isaac. Why, I’m not sure but I didn’t mind. Isaac was clearly happy and immediately placed a hand on my thigh. He told me to sit in the window seat, saying “I don’t like looking out and seeing no ground”

I moved his hand onto my cock which was swelling.

“Mm, nice” he grinned. With nobody nearby to see us, he felt my hard cock and then unfastened my shorts. “Hope you did as I told you” he grinned.

“Yeah, I did. Neither Kwame nor I are wearing underwear.”

“Good lad.”

He then thrust his hand inside and grabbed the naked cock. Had we not seen the cabin steward approaching offering drinks, he’d have had the shorts off me. I hid my open fly with a book as he offered us drinks. As he gave me my drink, I gave him a sexy smile. He smiled back knowingly, confirming my guess that he was gay.

When we arrived at the airport, a private car was waiting to drive us to Sitges.

“Hi, Rodrigo. How are you?”

“I’m good, boss” he grinned.

Isaac had made sure that Diego sat in the front with his friend Rodrigo so he could sit in the back with me and Kwame either side of him.

“Get those shorts off, he told us, so that’s what we did. I noticed via the rear-view mirror that Rodrigo was smiling.

“Two new guys to have fun with, Isaac?”

“Yep. They’re gorgeous, aren’t they.”

“Sure are” Rodrigo laughed.

“If you’re free on Sunday, I’m holding a party, so feel free to join us.”

“If these gorgeous guys are going to be available, I certainly will, thanks” Rodrigo replied.

“They will, won’t you guys” Isaac said to us.

“Yeah. Look forward to it” I replied.

The villa that Issac owned, was situated on a hill so overlooked the sea. A winding road led up it and once there, you felt isolated from the community below.

“Thanks, Rodrigo. See you on Sunday.”

“Can’t wait to fuck those gorgeous guys” he whispered to Issac, but loud enough for me to hear.

Once inside the property, which exuded money, Issac told the three of us to undress and wear a modesty apron. “Either that, or you can go around naked. Nobody will see you apart from us” he laughed.

We were allocated our rooms and stripped. Kwame and I were sharing. We opted to wear the modesty aprons which had been handmade, knowing they’d soon be removed by Issac or Diego.

Downstairs, we were introduced to Pedro. He was Brazilian and sixteen. Isaac explained that he’d found him homeless so took him in. He was now the houseboy and provided an arse to fuck but he was a lovely guy. Kwame and I frequently helped him with the chores during the time we were there.

A light lunch of smoked salmon and a tomato and avocado salad was served which we ate on our lap on sun loungers on the terrace overlooking the sea and an inviting infinity swimming pool. It was served with a delicious white wine, and Isaac made sure that Pedro frequently topped up our glass.

After lunch, Issac told me to sit astride his lap. He’d already removed his modesty apron and he removed mine. His cock was hard and mine was soon the same. He lubricated his cock and told me to sit on it. Once the thick cock was deep inside me, he gave me a white pill and told me to swallow it.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Never mind. Just swallow it. You won’t regret it.”

I looked at Diego who now had a naked Pedro on his lap and about to fuck him. He grinned and swallowed a similar pill, so I did the same. Kwame, now naked, just watched on as he stroked his cock.

Within a few minutes, my body felt alive, and I moved up and down to fuck myself with the big cock. It felt wonderful. Isaac was sniffing poppers, so I did too. For a few moments I was in a different world.

“Okay, enough” Isaac told me, so I extracted the cock from deep inside me and climbed off. He told Kwame to take my place. Rather than watch the other two guys being fucked senseless, I jumped into the inviting pool. The sun’s rays had warmed the water, so it felt wonderful.

I swam several lengths back and forth before stopping. When I looked up, I saw three gorgeous naked guys standing watching me. They were all Spanish and had been invited to join the party. One of them was Rodrigo, the driver. He had an enormous cock, which later on I had the pleasure of it deep inside my arse. He said he was ten inches long when hard.

I climbed out and one of the three took me into his arms.

“You, gorgeous” he said in broken English which was better than my Spanish. “Come with me.” I later found out that he was twenty-two.

I followed him to the other end of the large terrace where a raised section had a large double mattress on it.

“I’m Manuel” he said and told me to sit on the edge of bed with my back to the edge. He lifted my legs over my head until my arse was now facing the sky. My head was hanging over the side and the third Spanish guy thrust his stiff cock into my mouth. Whilst Manuel’s naked cock fucked my arse, the other guy mouth fucked me. I felt I was in heaven.

The rest of the week was spent having sex in between swimming in the pool. On one day, Isaac took us to the nudist beach where gays had fun. We interacted with several beautiful guys and me, Kwame and Pedro were fucked by several of them on the beach in full view of other guys.

The week flew by, and we were soon being driven back to the airport by Rodrigo who gave us a big kiss before we left him. Isaac remained in Sitges for the rest of the month.

Life with Diego was never dull. I loved him with all my heart, and I was certain he loved me. Life at his company was always interesting and I learned a lot. Kwame became a great friend and the three of us lived happily together. The fact there was a twenty-year gap between Diego and us was never a problem.

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