This set of stories starts five years after Stephen and Ilya, from Graduation Was the Beginning, move to the UK. Mark and Trevor move there a year after they do. Ilya and Trevor and Mark are 35, Stephen is 33. Ilya is a psychiatrist at the Maudsley Hospital, Stephen is in medical training at University College, London, Mark is a children's physician at King's College Hospital, and Trevor has a position at a physics institute at the University of London. Ilya and Stephen have a newborn son. New characters will appear along the way.
That first week was intense. I mean, really intense. Ilya barely slept. I was a wreck. On the fourth night, we fucked just to keep distract ourselves, but several times in the middle of me taking Ilya's dick really deep, Mikhail started fussing and crying. It wasn't like we could ignore him. He was a baby after all. But also his little crib was right next to the bed. I suppose we shouldn't have been fucking with a baby beside us but after you haven't slept for two days, your mind doesn't work all that well.
Ilya pulled his streaming dick out of me and turned to the baby, cooing little Russian things into his ears. Mikhail calmed down and seemed to go back to sleep.
But the moment, as they say, was gone. We lay side by side. I was wondering what the hell we had gotten ourselves into. I kissed Ilya's cheek and said, “I thought you weren't going to speak Russian to him? I thought you wanted to get away from all things Russian...”
Ilya sighed and said, “I know...but I can't help it. It just came out and I couldn't stop. Do you mind? I mean...maybe it will be good if we raise him in both languages after all.”
I thought it was a good idea, but I was struck by Ilya's change of heart. I knew he couldn't just throw away his Russian heritage because of history, because of Sergei, Communism, Putin or anything else. It was the world he had been born into after all.
Since it was by then Saturday morning, I decided it was time to get up because there were so many things to do. I made cappuccinos for us both and stood in the kitchen feeling exhausted and thinking about everything that had to happen. I had to study – medical school is like that, the studying never stops. Ilya had to catch up on his notes from his practice. And then Mikhail...that was a constant effort. We loved him, we loved the idea of this tiny human, but at the same time it was a lot.
Leading up to this day, this exhausted Saturday morning, I though about everything that was part of it. Us leaving Canada, Later, Mark and Trevor moving to London. My getting into Medical school. That was a trip. I barely got in. I think Ilya begged a colleague to let me in. My undergrad marks weren't terrible, but they weren't great. But there I was, knee-deep in medical texts.
I heard Mikhail squalling from upstairs. He seemed to do it every hour as if he was on a schedule. I had the fantasy that when he was sixteen we would tell him how intensely awful he had been as a baby.
I was walking up the old, creaky stairs with the cappuccinos when I remembered that we were going to a party at a colleague of Ilya's house. And that we had a babysitter – otherwise known as Mark – coming to take care of Mikhail. We knew we wouldn't be there long, and we shouldn't have been going at all, but Ilya said it was politically crucial that we be there since said colleague was likely to approve Ilya's promotion to Assistant Chief Psychiatrist, or something like that. Like I said, I hadn't slept in several days.
I sighed and came into our bedroom. Ilya was lying with Mikhail on his chest and they both seemed happily asleep.
I sat down beside them and put my hand on Mikhail's warm head and the other on Ilya's. My two loves. How nice was that?
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Mark arrived in the late afternoon and the first thing he said was, “You two looked exhausted. Should you be going out at all?”
Ilya laughed and said, “No. We shouldn't. But it's politically expedient. We should be back before ten.”
Mark looked unconvinced. My step-brother is a very smart man and he could see that we were trying to convince ourselves that we could do anything and raise a child at the same time. He shook his head, but went over to the little baby chair Mikhail sat in and began to fuss over him. Mark, I think, would love to have children, but I knew that Trevor did not. At all. I imagined they had come to some kind of understanding.
We got into the car and drove to London. Some big pile in Mayfair owned by the family of Ilya's colleague. You know the type: Oxbridge trained, money for generations, a country house, blah, blah. As we were let in the front door by a very gorgeous young man in a grey suit, I thought, 'let's get this over with.'
So we did. We spent an hour drinking wine – or at least I did, since Ilya was driving – and making polite, meaningless conversation with his colleagues. I met so many middle-aged medical types I lost track.
At one point, as we were taking a well-deserved break on the patio off the first floor that overlooked a big formal garden, we saw a slim, younger chap with short brown hair holding a martini glass. He didn't seem to fit. He turned and I was struck by how dark a blue his eyes were. And judging by the look on Ilya's face, he knew him, because it lit up, “Nathan! How lovely to see you. I met you at...what? A party at Samuel's house? How on earth did you end up here.”
Nathan beamed at Ilya and I could tell he had a little crush on him already. Who wouldn't? Ilya is Vogue-level gorgeous, which always make me proud to be around him. Nathan shook my hand and gave me a sly smile that I could't quite read. He turned to Ilya and said, “Mohan invited me. He thought I needed to get out of the lab and into real life. But this doesn't feel like real life.”
Ilya nodded and said, “Right. Mohan is a pill. He's a little drunk already I see.”
I didn't know these people, so I just listened politely, feeling slightly stupid. I admired Nathan's easy manner, his intense Elizabeth Taylor eyes, his lovely nose. I found myself trying to imagine him in our bed. But then I thought, we have a fucking newborn so no one is going to be in our bed but us.
Nathan drank from his glass and looked a little uncomfortable. I realized he was younger than us by a few years, probably barely thirty, if that. I remember the awkwardness, especially at posh parties . Ilya being Ilya picked up on it immediately. I saw him make a very fast decision. “Nathan, this party is dreadful. Why don't the three of us go somewhere quieter and get something to eat. I'm famished.”
His whole face lighting up in the most adorable way, Nathan said, “I would love that. Where should we go?”
Ilya looked at me and said, “Well...Stephen and I have a little flat in South Ken...we could order some dinner.”
I glanced at my watch. It was only seven-thirty so there would be enough time to do that and still be in Heath and Reach before Mark lost his mind. I said, “That wounds grand.”
So we left. We barely spoke to anyone on the way out and since most people were heading towards being off their faces, I didn't think it mattered much. We had made our appearance, talked to the people Ilya said it was politically astute to talk to and we were free to get the fuck out of there.
Our flat was on the first floor of one of those tall white row houses off Old Brompton Road. Onslow Gardens if you want to look it up. Nice place. Really just two rooms, but it was more than adequate as a place to sleep when we were in the city.
We ordered some Thai food and I found a bottle of wine in the tiny kitchen.
Once we had food and full glasses, we had a lovely conversation. Nathan is a very surprising fellow. He seems like he's just a bloke, but he has a mind that goes all over the place. His climate change research has caught the attention of many people in his field. He had just got back from the Arctic where he been doing research for his doctorate. Impressive in one so young.
As a late bloomer myself, I was a little envious. After our second glass of wine, however, something changed in him. He seemed to relax and since he was sitting beside me on the little sofa we had, I got the distinct impression he was flirting with us. Not just me. But both of us. You know how much I like three in a bed, so...
I said, “So, Nathan. Any boys on the horizon.” Ilya gave me a look then shook his head, but he didn't look unhappy. By now Ilya was not surprised at how direct I can be, and how I'm not afraid to push the limits of any situation. Well, except with him, of course, It took months for the two of us to get together, after all.
Nathan's cheeks got all adorably pink. He took a big gulp of wine and turned to me, his eyes bright and intense. He said, “Well, not really...present company excepted.”
Oh, really. I was impressed. The scientist has balls and isn't afraid to use them. I purred, “How interesting.” I slid a little closer and said, “And what would you like from present company?”
I saw Ilya almost burst out laughing out of the corner of my eye. Nathan, being as good as I was at shameless flirtation (I was to discover) put his hand on my thigh and stroked a little. He said, “Whatever the present company is interested in, I suppose...”
Ilya broke in and said, “Right. So Nathan, I think it's time we got something clear.” I knew he was also talking to me and to the muscle growing in my pants that was becoming a little uncomfortable. He sat down beside Nathan on the other side from me. He took Nathan's head in his hands and kissed him, clearly with a lot of force and a fair bit of tongue. He pulled back and said, “I think I speak for Stephen when I say we would love to take you into the next room and fuck you silly, but we simply can't tonight. Not possible. Right Stephen?”
Guiltily, I reluctantly said, “I suppose not...”
Then Ilya surprised me. He can be a very surprising person. He reached down and unfastened Nathan's trousers and pulled them down with some force. Then his briefs. Nathan, clearly startled, just watched him, his mouth half-open. I grinned and kissed Nathan's cheek before Ilya and I got on our knees and started giving Nathan's nice sized, cut cock that was surrounded by a demure amount of trimmed hair, some attention. His legs were lean and strong, his thighs nicely firm, his balls almost hairless, but beautifully nestled in under his muscular cock with its big vein running up to the smooth, not-too-big head that was already juicy with precum.
I took the end of his prick in and lapped at the cleft while Ilya ran his mouth over the shaft, his blonde whiskers rubbing against the soft skin which made Nathan gasp.
But we were on a schedule, so I went to work, swallowing that cock whole and Ilya helped by stroking the base while I worked on the head. I glanced up and Nathan was watching us, a big smile on his face. He ran his hands through our hair affectionately. That's when I started feel more than just lust. Affection. I knew that meant Nathan was going to become one of the inner circle. It was just clear to me.
But in the meantime, Nathan suddenly gasped and said, “Here it...” But he didn't finish. I felt several shot of sweet and sour cum in my mouth, painting my tongue. I let go and let Ilya suck up a few more eruptions from the head of Nathan's cock, catching them before they ran down the shaft. I finished by cleaning off the last bit that oozed out. Ilya and I had a long snog, trading Nathan's cum between us.
I knew we didn't have time for ourselves, but I was very satisfied by our work. We stood up and the three of us spent some time trading tongues and holding onto each other. Like I said, Nathan was someone I wanted to hold onto. I knew Ilya felt the same.
But we had to go. Ilya efficiently got his information into Nathan's smartphone and said, “Come up for a weekend soon...we have a baby, but I'm sure we can make time for...well, whatever. It's up to you. We'd love to spend some time with you. Heath and Reach is not far away.”
Nathan looked a little stunned by how fast things were going, from having a drink, to filling our mouths with cum, to arranging a weekend in the country. He seemed dazed. There was a little sweat on his brow and as he stood there, his shirt open, still standing in with his trousers around his feet, his still-leaking cock sitting there all shiny and soft, I had to smile. Adorable.
We helped him get dressed and sent him on his way. Our car was parked on the street, so we piled in and drove probably too quickly to Heath and Reach. Ilya had bought a shiny new electric car that seemed to glide silently north at a deceptively high speed. I was glad we didn't get stopped for speeding.
We got to our house just after ten. Mark was dozing on the sofa, Mihail asleep on his chest. We took a picture of him as fodder for future fun and/or blackmail. He opened his eyes when we arrived and said, “How was your party?”
I looked at Ilya whose blonde hair was all messy and his already pale face was even paler. We needed sleep. I said, “Oh, we had a nice time. And we made a new friend. Let's talk in the morning. You can sleep with us or in your usual room so you don't have to hear Mikhail when he starts squalling every hour until dawn...”
Mark sat up, rubbing his eyes. He had very short hair, I noticed, almost military length. I wondered where that came from. When we were in our teens, it was often shoulder-length. Then again his hair was getting thinner and his forehead getting wider. So was mine. Time was passing.
Ilya looked at me and said, “It's always nice when you bunk with us...”
I had assumed that Ilya just wanted to sleep, but I was also happy to share our bed with Mark.
With a grin, Mark put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Nah. You two need to sleep and having me there will just distract you...”
He kissed Ilya and then me and disappeared upstairs. He and Trevor always slept in the back room when they stayed. It was really their room. No one else slept there. I had a crazy thought that felt far too premature about where Nathan might sleep if he wasn't sleeping with us, which I knew he also would. But as I've said. It's not a small house. We have more bedrooms than we know what to do with. I always imagined the family in 1760, or thereabouts, must have had a raft of children.
I turned off the lights and locked the door and picked up Mikhail and his little cradle, Ilya got some water for us and we dragged ourselves up the narrow, crooked stairs to our room.
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Our days were both predictable and completely a mess after that. When Ilya's paternity leave was almost finished – which was a month – we finally decided on someone to hire to take care of Mikhail when we were in the city. It was a tough decision because we were both anxious about entrusting our little one to a stranger.
But Trevor, ever resourceful Trevor, had a friend at his brainy institute who had a sister who was an au pair/child minder/housekeeper and apparently willing to garden. When we met with her, she was lovely and funny and she made some jokes about who had given birth to Misha. I loved her. There was another candidate who was a young man with experience with small children, but when we met with him, both Ilya and I decided he would be too distracting. We would have trouble keeping out of his trousers instead of letting him care for our son. He was flirty and charming and that was not what we needed around the house. So we went with Sabrina.
So one of our many bedrooms became hers when she was working. She went home to Pimlico at the weekends, but stayed with us during the week. At first it felt very odd to have someone living with us. But we got the sense that Trevor had trained her about our strange lives and she really was a lovely young woman. And she seemed to adore Mikhail which was enough for me.
So after she had been in our house for a week and we were getting used to seeing her in the morning and then seeing her when we got home, sharing a meal, lounging around, we started to feel like she would fit in very nicely.
After two weeks of this, we finally heard from Nathan. I had begun to worry he had decided to forget about us, but on a Friday afternoon three weeks after we had sucked him off, he texted Ilya and wondered if he could come up at the weekend. Ilya looked at me and grinned and quickly texted back telling him to get the hell up to Heath and Reach.
We were both excited and had a shower together where I sucked a load out of my husband just to get things going. At about seven, we heard a car in the drive and then a soft knock at the big old oak door. We both went and greeted him with hugs. I think he was startled again as if he wasn't expecting our enthusiasm.
I said, “Come sit. Wine? Beer? Anything?”
Ilya led him to the sitting room and they both sat down while I got some drinks from the kitchen. Mikhail was in his carrycot by the sofa, happily asleep.
Nathan glanced at Mikhail and seemed uncomfortable. He said, “He's so small...”
Ilya laughed and reached over and stroked Mikhail's cheek. “Yes, he is. But we're getting used to having him in whatever room we're in. We have someone during the week take care of him when we're in the city, of course.
Nathan nodded and took the glass of wine I handed him. I was struck by the colour of his deep blue eyes, the fine features of his face, his strong-looking hands. I sat down beside him. Our thighs were just touching. Ilya, on the other side, said, “Does it bother you having Mikhail right there....” He stopped and put his hand on Nathan's thigh. “You know what I mean?”
I had to give it to Nathan for rising – so to speak – to the challenge. He took Ilya's hand in his and pushed it into his crotch. He grinned and said, “No. Not really. He's a baby after all. It's a bit unusual to...” And he let go of Ilya and started to take off his shirt, to my surprise “...do this, but there you go.”
Nathan tossed his shirt on the floor. His chest was sparsely haired and smooth, not muscular but firm. He reminded me a little of Mark which excited me. I slid my hand down his lean belly and into his trousers where I found a half-hard cock in his briefs. Ilya opened his own trousers and pulled out a very hard cock. I was struck by how quickly that happened.
But it was me that started to get uncomfortable with Mikhail right beside us. I stood up and slid my trousers off, just leaving my red boxer briefs that were all tented out by my own equipment. I said, “Let's take this upstairs. I want Mikhail to be on the other side of the room from...all this.”
Ilya burst out laughing and said, “I think you're right, darling. Let's do that.”
So I grabbed Mikhail in his carrycot and we all trudged upstairs. At one point I heard someone slapping someone's ass, but I wasn't sure who did what. In our room, I put Mikhail down in his tiny crib in the far corner of the room and put a blanket over it. Luckily he was still sleeping.
Now I felt ready. I turned and saw Ilya and Nathan sucking each other's cocks', Ilya on top, fucking Nathan's face while taking Nathan's. I sat down and watched them for a moment, stroking my dick, enjoying the movements of Ilya's creamy white ass while he thrust into Nathan's mouth. I decided to join, so I lay down beside Nathan and turned so my cock was pressing the side of Ilya's face. He turned and was able to suck on the ends of both our cocks while I swallowed Nathan's tongue, his meaty lips mashed against mine.
But Ilya was in an eager mood. He pulled off us and got on his hands and knees, his ass pointing toward us. He turned and growled, “I want to be fucked. Who's going to do it.”
I turned to Nathan and said, “Go on...he's all yours.”'
I reached for our big bottle of goo and handed it to him. Nathan may have been younger, but he was game. First he leaned down and spread Ilya's amazing ass cheeks and jammed his tongue in, licking from bottom to top a few times. I pumped out some lube and got down and massaged Nathan's nice cut cock with it, licking a little pearl of precum from the end.
Nathan sat up and without much preparation, skewered my husband, pushing his tool deep. Ilya swore and turned to me saying, “Get over here. I need something in my mouth.”
I loved when Ilya got all aggressive. I crawled over, kissed him deeply, then sat up, feeding him my whole cock with my hand on the back of his neck. I knew Ilya liked to be taken sometimes, and this was one of those times.
I looked up at Natan who was watching us. His lithe body was in motion. He was holding Ilya's hips tightly and fucking him with really deep thrusts, pulling his body back so his cock almost came out all the way before ploughing it back in. Each time he did, Ilya gasped over my cock.
After a few minutes, Ilya pushed me away and turned around. He grabbed Nathan's shoulders and pulled him close, their mouths ploughing into each other. I watched him reach around and fingers Nathan's ass. Then he said, “Now it's my turn.”
He lubed himself and flipped Nathan onto his back and, with his hands gripping Nathan's hips, he drove his cock as deep as he could causing Nathan to almost yell, but I could tell he was into it. I got behind Ilya and did the same thing. He and I fucked for a few minutes, but then he changed positions again, letting me move forward so my thicker, longer, cut tool drove into Nathan's gaping asshole.
Ilya pulled around and fed him his wet cock. The three of us were cut but all different. Mine was longer, Nathan's was thicker, Ilya's was perfect, but pale and smooth. He fucked Nathan's face and leaned over and we kissed, then we both looked down at Nathan, taking both our cocks. His body was sweaty and I could smell the combined musk of all three of us, the heat that seemed to come off from our skin in waves. Nathan was rhythmically stroking his prick in time to my fucking him.
Then we changed again. And again. We fucked each other for ages, none of us in a hurry to cum. But we finally did when I was fucking Ilya from above while he lay on his belly, the two of us let Nathan jack an enormous load into our mouths, spurt after spurt, splashing our faces, our tongues, sluicing down our throats and this set me off completely, my own body exploding with fire as I pumped into Ilya's hole.
When I had calmed down, Ilya pushed me off and threw himself at Nathan, pushing him onto his back and hammering his cock deep in his slippery asshole, taking only a few thrusts to start gasping in Russian something about something. My Russian was still very basic but I knew it involved pumping a load into Nathan's hole.
He pulled out and I sucked his cock, cleaning it off, tasting his juice and Nathan's body. Nathan, not to be outdone, got behind Ilya and cleaned as much of my load out of Ilya's ass as he could. Then the three of us had another deep, messy, cum-filled, kiss before collapsing onto the bed.
Nathan lay with his head on my stomach, his brown hair darker with all the seat. Ilya had his head on Nathan's chest, his face equally wet. We were spent and exhausted but I could tell really happy. I said, “That was...I don't know what that was.”
Laughing, Nathan said, “Amazing. I haven't cum so hard in a long time.” He sat up and kissed my stomach, then licked my softening cock. I liked how sensuous he was, watching him nose into my brown pubes and taking a deep breath.
Ilya was watching him with a big smile. He looked at me and I knew what he was thinking. Since our friends were all paired up and even though Mark liked to join us in bed now and then, with or without Trevor, we were in the market – so to speak – for a third to share our bed on a regular basis. As much as Ilya and I loved to fuck each other in every way we could think of, we also equally loved having a third person involved.
He often called it our urge for a semi-throuple. Not so much a relationship, but a very affectionate, warm and highly sexual friendship. I guess it was our thing. I knew that we were both thinking that we had found that in Nathan.
Of course we both knew that someone like Nathan wouldn't stay single forever. But in the meantime...there were a lot of things three horny men could accomplish together.
So Nathan spent the weekend in our bed. I mean really. We barely left the bed except to change Mikhail, feed him and us, pee and go for a walk in the fields behind our house when we had all run out of cum to share. By Sunday afternoon we were exhausted in the best possible way.
I was lying on my back savouring a mouthful of cum Nathan had just given me. Ilya was crouched over Nathan, his cock was still deep in his ass, stewing in I don't know how many loads that were already there. Four? Five? In fact we had all taken multiple loads. My ass felt sore but I was very happy. I said very bluntly, “We like you Nathan. I hope you feel the same. I hope it's obvious.”
Nathan looked up at me, clearly moved. He suddenly seemed shy. But he said, “I do. I really like you two. I hope we can do this again...often?”
That's what I wanted to hear. I grinned at him, leaning down and given him a nice deep kiss. Ilya said, “You can come up whenever you want Nathan. Our bed is your bed.”
That really seemed to affect him. Like a little child he said, “Really? Whenever?”
Ilya leaned over and gave him a big wet kiss. “Whenever we're here. Not only does your cum taste delicious, you are a very sweet man. There's no question.”
I knew if we kept going one or all of us would either start crying or start fucking, so I said, “When do you need to leave, Nathan?”
He looked a bit sad and said, “Soon. I need to get home and do some laundry...think about finishing the conclusion of my thesis.”
I knew he had been working on the results of all the tests he had run in the Arctic. I nodded and pulled myself out of bed. Reluctantly. I found some lounge pants and went downstairs to make us some coffee and think about a very late breakfast. All I could taste was cum and I was reluctant to lose it, but...you know, you can't swallow cum all the time, can you?
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When Nathan left, Ilya and I lay about with Mikhail, not really doing anything. We were beyond tired, but also very satisfied. We had a new friend – a good friend – who loved sex as much as we did. I looked forward to the future.
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