Two weeks later, Fred and Bill were coming to ours. Lance had a text, asking if it was OK to bring his nephew, Clive, as he was staying with them. Lance replied, The more, the merrier. I had prepared a haunch of venison, so there was plenty to go round. They arrived Saturday evening. Clive was a stunning twink. In his early 20s, he had curly blond hair, falling in ringlets over his brow, well over 6'0, and utterly charming, thanking us for the invite and promising to do the washing up. His smile lit up the room. Over dinner, we learned that he was studying for his Masters. Brainy, as well as gorgeous. Dinner was washed down with plenty of Rioja. A simple sorbet for sweet, after the heaviness of the venison.
In anticipation of a good night, we had moved the furniture to one side, and thrown some cushions across the floor. We sat cross-legged in a circle. Lance suggested a game of Spin the Bottle, whoever it landed on either had to remove some clothing, or do a dare. We were fairly pissed and soon in hoots of laughter, loosing our clothing, and the dares getting sexier. Whether by accident or design, Clive was naked first, and sat with a whopper of a shaved hard-on. (Lucky bastard, I thought, looks, brains, and a big dick). I was dared to suck him. Soon, we were all naked. Bill went down on Clive, who seemed to be getting most of the attention. With Bill's bum in the air, Lance rimmed him and then slid in. The game was abandoned. Expecting to get fucked, I had already lubed myself. Fred laid me on my back, lifted a leg, and plowed straight in. Fred really does like to fuck hard, moving me across the floor with increasingly hard thrusts. Clive removed himself from Bill, and positioned himself behind Lance, penetrating him to form a chain. Fred's pummelling made him squirt into me. I fed my cock into Bill's mouth. Clive came next, breeding Lance deep inside. That triggered Lance, who pulled out and shot over Bill's back. That left Bill and me to get into a sixty-nine and swallow each other's cum. We lay there recovering. Nobody bothered dressing, we sat around naked, getting pissed.
Clive wanted to sleep with his uncle and me, Bill and Lance went together. At some point in the night, I was awoken by the bed shaking. Clive was taking his uncle sideways from behind, and tossing him at the same time. Through the gloom, I watched and wanked. We spent the rest of the night on damp sheets. Clive was still up first, busying himself in the kitchen, and tidying up after last night, as promised. I had used the bathroom and showered, when an insatiable Clive snuggled in behind me. Still damp from the shower, he slipped in easily. I reached around and we kissed, as he gently pumped. The movement woke Fred, who needed a piss, so excused himself. Clive made gentle love, with his hand on my member, stroking it in time to his thrusts. We were still gently shagging, when Fred came back, shoved his dick in my mouth and face fucked me, emptying his balls down my throat. Clive carried on, unperturbed. With Fred out of the way, I rolled onto my back and Clive mounted me, so we could kiss and fuck. There was the sound of love-making coming from the other bedroom, and I guessed Bill was getting a seeing to. Clive picked up speed, beating me at the same time. We came together. In the next room, Bill was shouting "YES, YES", as their sex reached its conclusion, Lance letting out his familiar guttural sounds.
I made bacon sandwiches for everyone, Clive slipped me his mobile number, whispering that he loved 'daddies', and wants to take us both on. Personally, the sooner, the better. A handsome, randy twink is just what this daddy needs.
On a Saturday afternoon, a couple of weeks later, Clive came round again, bringing another twink with him. Callum was only about 5'5", and quite effeminate. Bleached blond hair in a skin fade, eyeliner, lip gloss, and pink nail varnish. He had a skin-tight crop-top and shorts that barely held his buttocks in. I'm not normally into fem boys, but somehow, it suited him. Lance was out shopping, but I welcomed them in and fetched a bottle of prosecco from the fridge. I managed to pop a blue pill into my mouth. Callum drank with his pinky out, very sweet. He told me about the nice men he met at the salon, where he worked, and how he rubbed himself into their thighs as he worked. Lance came home as he perched himself on my lap. He gave us all a peck on the cheek, and Clive introduced Callum to him, saying he'd told him all about us, and that he wanted to get to know us 'intimately', winking at us. With that, Callum ran his hand under my top and brushed my nipples. I pulled him into a kiss. Out of the corner of my eye, Clive and Lance were snogging. I undid Callum's shorts. Underneath, he was wearing tiny, white, silk panties. A surprisingly large penis was poking over the top. I picked him up and carried him to the bed. Lance and Clive were on the carpet, kissing and undressing. I peeled Callum's top and shorts off. His knickers had slipped down, and his 7" looked out of place, compared to the rest of him. It pointed straight up. I quickly undressed. He was a passionate kisser, and took control, working his way down my body. His tongue worked wonders on my balls and shaft, making me ooze precum. Working his way back up, he straddled me and sat on my cock, sliding down with little resistance. Lance and Clive had moved to the other bedroom, where the sounds of love-making came from. I'd have loved to see who was topping who. This seemed to excite Callum, who began riding me. Leaning over to kiss, I thrust up to meet his movements. After a bit, he climbed off me and sucked me some more, before burying his head in the pillow, so that I could take him from behind. It turned out that Lance had mounted Clive and was fucking him with gusto. I turned Callum over, he split his legs, and I re-entered, this time, fucking with long, forceful strokes. Callum tossed himself. The first jet cleared his head, 7 or 8 further jets followed. What he lacked in stature, he made up for in the amount of ejaculate. Next door, Clive was screaming his way to orgasm, then the familiar grunt from Lance. Callum kissed me and purred Thank you. Lance and Clive joined us in bed for post sex kisses and cuddles. We decided to eat out at our favourite Chinese. Back home, we opened another bottle of bubbly. Callum slept with Lance, and me with Clive. In the morning, Clive and I showered together. As he soaped my back, his cock slid up my crack. I suggested we'd be better off in bed, but he said it wouldn't matter. I leant against the glass and let him have his way, holding me by the hips and pumping hard, he squirted inside me. I didn't touch myself, as I didn't want to spoil the main course. He barely went down, even when he was drying himself. Back in bed, he made love to me, kissing and sucking one another. He was rock-solid again. He took me doggy, then my favourite, on my side, tossing me at the same time. We could hear the shower going, and guessed the other two were soaping one another. Clive carried on pumping and jerking me until I shot over my leg. He then knelt in front of me and wanked in my face, kissing and licking the cum. Next door, we could hear them making out, so we went to watch. Callum was on all fours, pushing back on Lance, who held his tiny waist. They had a good rhythm going. Lance jerked Callum, until he exploded and put copious amounts of semen on the duvet. Lance pumped harder, and delivered his babies. He plopped out and cum bubbled from Callum's hole. Clive licked Lance's knob, while I feasted on my husband's cream. We took them to a cafe for a fry-up and buckets of tea before they left. We're looking forward to a repeat performance
