My name is Jay, 22 years old, I live on the south coast of the UK. I'm 5'10", blue eyed blond and slim, some would say good looking. I grew up in a big family, two older sisters and a younger brother, the house was always a happy mess. We also had lots of cousins living close by. It was always someone's birthday, and even with little money, Christmas was a riot.
From pre school days, I had a little gang I knocked around with, building dens and rope swings, making fun with no money. Of the gang, my bestie was Bertie, very shy and on the small side, round face and glasses, a bit like Piggy in Lord of the Flies. he looked at me as if I were his big brother, even though we were the same age.
Fast forward, we are now 20. Most of the gang are still together, some have gone to university and new ones have joined. Bertie, even now only 5'5",is still there, still very shy. We meet for a few beers Friday evenings. Banter, sport, the girls we yet to fuck, despite some of them claiming otherwise. All apart from Bertie have had girlfriends at one time or another. I went through a succession of girls, losing my virginity years ago, a god awful experience that luckily only lasted a minute or two. I have now found Liz, the love of my life, a bubbly, big breasted red head, the only problem being that we both still lived with our parents. Dating was painful. long walks, shopping, months went by and we had only kissed. I did touch her tits once or twice, it was very frustrating, and I'd lie on my bed in the evening wanking furiously. This went on for the next two years. Many times we both thought of calling it off, with the relationship seemingly going nowhere. Our love kept us together, more like brother and sister than wannabe lovers.
Our luck changed when my bestie came into some money, via an inheritance from a great aunt he never knew. He bought himself a dilapidated two bedroom cottage a few miles away, with a view to modernising it and making some money. We were in the pub, and along with the usual banter, I explained my dilemma. "Well", little Bertie piped up, " I may be able to help you, if you help me in return." All ears, I asked how that may be achieved. I have a cottage that needs renovating, you have a girlfriend you want to have sex with. I'm sure we can sort something out." "I'll pick you up in the morning, take me to your cottage and I'll see what we can do." I normally saw Liz Saturdays, so phoned her excitedly to tell her of Bertie's proposal. The cottage, an old disused farm cottage was a 15 minute drive. The front garden was overgrown, but even then I could see a rustic charm. Inside wasn't much better. Bertie had made a start, the lounge was now respectable, and upstairs one bedroom had been decorated and a new bed and furniture installed. The potential was there for all to see. "You lucky bastard," I said barely able to hide my jealousy. "The deal is, you help me sort the place out, you and Liz can come here for sex. I may be around. If I am, I can watch, simple." The idea not only of finally being able to shag Liz, but to have Bertie watch turned me on more than it should have. I sprang a boner, hoping Bertie wouldn't notice. (I found out later that he had, and dreamed of it when he wanked.)
Bertie was already lived there, doing a little every evening. I joined him Saturdays, which meant I only saw Liz properly on Sundays and one or two evenings through the week. The renovations moved along at a pace, and a month later, Bertie said I could invite Liz round on Sunday afternoon. He would spend the morning putting fresh bedding on the bed and making the place clean and tidy, no mean feat. True to his word, when we arrived, the place was spotless. Flowers on the dining table and scented candles burning, I could have kissed him, which is what Liz did. Being the first time, he gave me a spare key and left us to it. Nearly two years we had been dating, and now we could make love. Without her being on the pill, we had to use condoms for the moment. We didn't care. We made love all afternoon. I came twice and Liz had at least one orgasm. We were elated. I knew I would have to keep my side of the bargain. The following Saturday we worked on the second bedroom, "When it's done, you can fuck Liz in here," Bertie said quite nonchalantly. Sunday afternoon, Liz and I had sex with Bertie watching. It turned me on even more. We changed position several times, making sure Bertie had a good view of my cock going in and out of her cunt. He stood in the doorway jerking, not giving a shit. A new kitchen was installed and the bathroom had a make over, a little more feminine than I would have chosen, each to their own.
Three months down the line the cottage had been transformed. Front and rear gardens tidy, living room redecorated, pink/lilac curtains and matching two piece suite, it was a delight to be there, with or without Liz. If it was hot when we were working Saturdays, we would strip to our underwear, me in boxers, Bertie in skimpy briefs. I shouldn't have enjoyed looking at his bubble butt, I often noticed him looking at my package, even though he had seen my hard penis many times.
We were there as usual one Sunday, Bertie had invited us to lunch. I didn't know Bertie was a good cook, Roast chicken, roast potatoes and fresh veg, followed by home made apple crumble told me otherwise, (Note to self, learn to cook.) After letting the meal go down, he followed us to the bedroom, expecting to see Liz and I make love as usual. This time, she had a period, so other than kissing, and her stroking my knob, there was nothing else to do. That was, until Bertie suggested he give me a blow job, something Liz refuses to do. "Go on, I don't mind, it will be fun to watch." Liz said, to my amazement. I was rock hard and desperate, so dropped my shorts and boxers. I lay on the bed, Bertie knelt at the side, I closed my eyes as he expertly used his tongue on me, licking my balls, up and down my shaft, swirling round the crown, until I couldn't take anymore and blew my load into his mouth. What he did next should have shocked me, I was past caring. He kissed me, dribbling some of my cum into my mouth. All this time Liz had been frigging herself to orgasm. "That's the sexiest thing that I've ever seen", Liz said, once she had calmed down, The only person that hadn't cum was poor Bertie, who was still knelt beside me with his cock out the side of the thong he was wearing. Quietly, he whispered, "When you have recovered, I want you to fuck me." 'My god', I thought, 'he must be mad'. Unfortunately, it was loud enough for Liz to hear. She thought it a great idea. No one dressed, Liz's ample tits swung in front of her as we went downstairs to the kitchen for coffee. Half an hour later, Liz started making out with Bertie, kissing him and tugging on his dick, my own dick responded in a way I was not expecting. We went back to the bedroom. I simply don't know what came over me. I had never done anything gay in my life, and here I was, making out with my Bestie, with Liz watching. I even sucked his cock, but it was when he handed me a bottle of lube that I knew the game was up. He lay on his back with his legs apart. I had no option but to lube us both and penetrate my life long buddy. Surprisingly, it felt wonderful, tighter than a pussy, and somehow, oh, so good. I leaned forward and kissed him, now totally smitten. Fucking was just the same, up on my knees with his ankles on my shoulders pumping away. I forgot all about Liz, concentrating on giving Bertie a good time. Having only cum a short while earlier, we fucked for ages. Bertie had been beating himself, and came a long time before I shot my load. My first gay sex, but I knew then that it wouldn't be my last.
