Quinton during quarantine

After our first 3-way, the relationship evolved quickly. Andy didn't put up much of a fight after Ryan threatened to reveal that he'd been cheating on me. So, when he got home, Ryan met him and handed him the keys to a storage unit we'd moved his stuff to. 

Quinton told his wife, when she got home from her sisters, that he had been lying to himself and he was gay. She took it surprisingly well, telling him that she always wondered about it, because he never looked at other women. 

So, that left me in our big house. I'd tell you that I live there alone, but I'd be lying, because both Ryan and Quinton moved in sharing the king sized bed with me. At first it was a little weird getting used to be cuddled from both sides, but we all soon found we were inseparable. 

Ryan and I knew that our family probably wouldn't understand our relationship, no matter how liberal and open minded they were. He had his own room, strictly for appearances, for when mom and dad would visit. They loved that their two boys were so close, if only they knew. 

My mom loved Quinton right away, she gushed over how charming he was, Andy was always a bit brusk with them. We didn't give them the full story, just that Andy cheated, and Ryan found out. Within a few months, she started asking when we were going to get married. My dad would just look at her and roll his eyes before throwing out some smart ass comment about giving us time. 

I'm not entirely convinced my dad bought that Ryan was just a roommate. He'd wink at me when my mom didn't see. He also would make sly comments about his baby scoring himself hot partners. I think my mom assumed he meant that Andy was attractive. The wink that always accompanied the comment, made me question if he meant Ryan too. 

We split the house work between the three of us Ryan being the handiest of us tackled the house projects and maintenance, Quinton loves to cook so he most frequently keeps us fed and has us gaining weight, and I am the domestic keeping laundry and cleaning done as well as keeping up the yard. 

I knew the neighbor ladies enjoyed the view when we were all out there working, even though they knew we were gay. I could see them sitting on their porch chairs, watching from across the street. I'd always throw a wave to let them know they were caught, which would be met with a blush and giggle. 

That leads us to the weekend before Memorial Day. Ryan came in from work Wednesday and said he'd talked with Dad and they wanted us to go up to their new lake place for the weekend. I knew Quinton was free, and Ryan said he'd taken the time off after he spoke with Dad. I made sure to submit the time as well. 

We decided to pile into my Explorer, since it would fit the three of us and the dog. Pulling up to the house, it was awesome. They'd bought it just before the quarantine, as their retirement home. I'd only seen pictures, and as will a lot of real estate listings, it didn't do justice. 

We hauled our stuff into the house, and were greeted by my mom with a hug and a kiss. The dog went crazy seeing nana and papa, his tail was out of control as he went in for ear rubs. 

Dad had the grill going and was grilling up some burgers and the garage fridge was fully stocked. That's one thing you could count on with them, a fully stocked beer fridge - there was a wide variety of beer, cider, spiked sparkling drinks. 

We all decided to have a few drinks. I shouldn't have been surprised, but that led to drinks by the bonfire. We were pretty drunk by the time my dad said that we should call it a night. 

"Ok boys, off to bed. Your mother is going to put you to work in the morning." He said, as only a dad can, my mother having gone to bed long before.

Once we made our way to the bed, which was in a loft area above the garage across the house from the master bedroom, we all stripped down. There was a lot of giggling and tickling happening. Ryan flopped down on the corner of the bed, his legs on each side of the corner and Quinton was sitting at the foot of the bed just to the right of Ryan. 

Ryan's cock looked so delicious laying across his thigh. We'd agreed that sex wasn't going to happen while we were visiting, so that the cat wouldn't get out of the bag. I just couldn't help myself. I knelt down and slurped his cock into my mouth. 

"You naughty boy" Quinton said with a chuckle. 

Pulling off Ryan's cock momentarily, "I can't help it baby."

I dove back down on Ryan's cock. Quinton scooted closer to me and I reached for his cock, which was growing fast. I slid my hand down the shaft, dragging some of the precum that started to form with it. The thick veins that had been like speedbumps inside me, feeling just as big in my hand. Ryan was now propped up on his elbows, softly moaning how good it feels. 

"I love you" Ryan said to me as his cock tickled my throat. 

He pulled Quinton back and kissed him, "I love you too baby." 

I pulled back momentarily to watch them make out, Ryan's cock glistening before me. I crawled up and straddled Ryan, and leaned forward to kiss him while Quinton's fingers found my hole. He started fingering me first with just one finger, then he slid in a second. All the while I was sucking on Ryan's tongue while we made out. 

Withdrawing his fingers, Quinton moved off the bed and as he did Ryan lined his cock up and pushed in. I gasps and pushed back sliding my ass down his shaft. 

Drunk and forgetting where we were, I let out a loud moan as the ring of my ass sank down to the thickest part of Ryan's shaft. Regardless of how many times he fucks me, it still makes me scream. 

Quinton moved onto the bed above where Ryan and I were making out. Quinton was kneeling next to us, his cock rubbing my cheek, leaving a precum trail. I pulled away from my kiss with Ryan and swirled my tongue around the head of Quinton's cock.

"Fuck yeah baby" he gasped as I plunged down his shaft. 

Ryan was slamming his cock up inside me, pushing my hips down to meet his thrusts, essentially forcing me to ride him harder. It was a good thing that Quin was in my mouth, or I'd have been screaming loud. 

"Fuck Mikey, you want my cum?" Ryan grunted.

"Always" I said, pulling off Quinton's cock. 

I leaned forward and kissed Ryan, knowing that making out when he's close always pushed him over the edge. 

"Ahhh baby, yes..." He shrieked before devolving into an incoherent string of swearing and grunting. 

As soon as his cock slipped from my battered hole, Quinton was there and I was full again. Every ridge of his veins, and the sheer size of his cock still evident despite being freshly fucked. Ryan's cum was lubricating my hole, so the shaft was easily sliding in and out. 

Ryan was still underneath me, and he always took pride in devilishly teasing me. He was playing with my nipples, which are hardwired to my g-spot. That combined with our sweaty, furry stomachs sandwiching my aching cock, I was in trouble. 

Quinton was slamming into my ass hard. His hips clapping hard against mine. My ass was jiggling. I started riding back on him, pushing myself back and up, his back against mine. 

This opened an opportunity for Ryan, and I felt his hand slide down my shaft. Almost at that exact moment, Quinton was kissing my neck. Shivers ran down my spine and my body went rigid. The sound I made in that moment, was primal.

I felt my ass clamp down on Quinton's cock like it was sucking it, coaxing his load out. My cock, still in Ryan's hand, fired rope after rope of cum across his torso with some reaching his neck. At the same time, Quinton slammed himself deep inside, his cock twitching and throbbing inside me. My whole core filling with warmth from his load. 

Collapsing forward, my mouth sought out Ryan's, and once I found it I kissed him as deeply as I could. Our tongues probing each others mouths. Quinton fell down on the bed beside us, turning from Ryan, I kissed him equally passionately. 

We must have fallen asleep like that, covered in cum and naked. Being used to waking early, I was up just after 7. I made my way into the en suite bathroom, and relieved my raging piss boner. I swear it took a couple minutes to empty my bladder. 

Walking back into the bedroom, I dug through my bag for the gym shorts I'd packed and slid them on. I was usually the first awake, at our house, and when we were growing up. I made some coffee and went out onto the deck and was looking out on the lake. It was unseasonably warm, so shirtless in my gym shorts was plenty. 

I was totally lost in my own thoughts and oblivious to the world. I didn't realize I wasn't alone until I felt an arm snake around my waist pulling me back. My back came in contact with coarse hair, and a tone but dad bod torso. The fat, throbbing cock wedged between my bubble butt cheeks combined with the other features, it was Ryan.

Reaching back and squeezing his cock I said, "Mom and dad will be up soon Ry, they can't see us like this."

I turned to give him a kiss and send him off. As my eyes traveled up the body before me starting at the incredibly thick throbbing shaft, the sexy hair covered torso, to those beautiful blue eyes lovingly looking at me through his rimless glasses. He reached around me and his rough hand slid down the back of my shorts, a finger slipping inside my aching hole causing me to gasp, but no words would escape my lips.

"Ryan's in the shower Mikey." my dad said to me.