A few months later, Chris moved in with me properly. It made sense, it halved the bills, I could have regular sex, besides which, Chris was a great cook. His girlfriend was a distant memory, though we heard she was dating a car salesman. Our only problem was he wouldn't come out to his family, worried about the reaction he'd receive.
By now we had accepted that we were at least bi, and probably gay. It was a Saturday afternoon, and we hadn't been up very long. Having had a brunch and showered, we were doing the housework. It was quite warm, so we hadn't bothered to dress. The sight of his tight butt kept me randy. The front doorbell went, so we quickly shoved some underwear on, and I went to answer the door. It was his cousin, Michael, though everyone called him Mick. He looked somewhat surprised to see us near naked, but it didn't bother us. Our work kept us fit and we were both proud of our bodies. Mick was about the same age, a little taller than us, with a mop of curly blond hair, and the blue eyes that ran in the family. We welcomed him in, and I went to put the kettle on. It transpired that he was in town to do some shopping, and thought he'd look us up. "So, are you two an item?" Mick asked in all innocence. "Well, sort of," Chris replied, "But please don't tell the family. I'm not sure that I'm ready to come out yet." Over coffee, we explained how we came to live together, and how it had just developed. Mick shifted in his seat, and adjusted himself. Having thought for a minute, the next question was more personal. "So, which one is the top? I confessed that so far, that had been me, though I was open to being fucked as and when. All this sex talk had Chris and me hard, and it looked like Mick was the same. "Have you had it today?" asked Mick, rather impertinently. Chris and I looked at each other, then I replied, "Our cocks wouldn't be like this if we had," and I pulled my erection out of my briefs. "Wow!" is all Mick could say, transfixed by the sight of my hardness (It's quite big). Not to be out done, Chris took his boxers right off, and flung them over his head. "How about you show us yours," Chris dared. Knowing he had been trapped, he did a slow striptease. Surprisingly, he had a jockstrap on, with a slightly bent, uncut cock poking out of one side. We changed the coffee for wine, hoping to loosen him up, but it was unnecessary. As I came in with the glasses, the two cousins were kissing. It did little to slow my heart rate. They fell onto the carpet, suddenly becoming very animated, hands and lips everywhere. Into a sixty nine, and I went to fetch the lube from the bedroom. By the time I returned, Mick was rimming Chris, making him moan. I handed Mick the lube, and sat back in my chair. "How does he like it?" Chris asked me. "Varies, but usually missionary, so we can kiss", I answered in all honesty. Mick lifted Chris's legs in the air, and penetrated his cousin. I didn't know whether to wank, or hope to have my share once they'd finished. With Mick on hands and toes, the kissed and fucked. They're sex lasted for about ten minutes, before Mick shouted that he was cumming, and bred my boyfriend. He plopped out, and said, "You're the first guy I've had, and it was amazing." Neither Chris nor I had cum yet, so Mick sat back and I took over, trying to make love properly and demonstrate what two men in love looks like. A few minutes later, we came together. No one bothered dressing. We opened the wine, and then another bottle, by which time it would be illegal for Mick to drive, so we laid an extra plate at the dinner table. It was a risotto, so could easily be stretched. During the evening, we told Mick more about the way our friendship had developed into something sexual, though I guessed the conversation would lead to more sex, and I was right. Mick came over to me, and knelt between my legs. "You have a lovely dick," he said giving it a stroke, "But I loved you're tight butt when you were shagging Chris." He wormed a finger under me and found my bud. The sensation brought me to full erection. Feeling the need to finally have a cock inside me, I invited him to the bedroom. Chris followed, with the lube. There, we made out. Turning me onto my tummy, he spent a long time eating ass. All I now wanted was a dick inside me. Chris handed him the lube. I poked my bum in the air and tried to relax. I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck. "Okay, I'll be gentle, as it's your first time," and he eased the cock head in. "Arhh", I murmured, and he inched his way in. I don't know why I had waited so long, it felt great. He began to hump me, slowly at first, then speeding up and going deeper. In this position, I couldn't toss. but I didn't care. Having only cum a few hours earlier, he went for ages. Then he suggested I turn over. He remounted me missionary, giving Chris the chance to suck me. Mick banged even harder, then held still as he pulsed into me. He plopped out and Chris climbed onto my cock, riding and tossing himself. He shot his load over me, and his tightening ring sent me over the edge.
We only have one bedroom, so we slept together. In the morning, we had coffee and showered, then Mick took his cousin back to bed. This time it was more leisurely. They made love for half an hour in different positions, ending up doggy, with Chris making a mess of the duvet.
Dressed, and ready to leave, we discussed whether we should tell the family. We decided it was time to come clean, but we left Mick to make his own mind up. Either way, I knew we would be seeing him more often. I wondered if any other members of either family were gay, and up for it. Time would tell.
