By the next time Don came round, he had been watching gay porn, and learning. He knelt in front of us, taking his time in fellating us and stroking our balls until we both had precum dripping from us. He then asked us to turn around, and we knelt on the sofa with our bums in the air. He licked, then blew on our rings, while we kissed above him. From somewhere he produced lube and finger fucked us together. He told us not to touch ourselves. Standing up, he entered me, humping with long, slow strokes, then transferring to Louis, and back to me. This went on for over half an hour. We then had to get on the carpet. Side by side, the shagging continued, with him showing incredible stamina and will power. Eventually, he could hold out no longer, breeding me, and having enough spunk to put some in Louis as well. He then said we could have sex together. Louis mounted me, but we were both so worked up, we came in minutes. We had a three-way kiss.
The longer we lived together, the better the sex became. We became more inventive. I liked to blindfold Louis, then kiss, pinch, or tickle. I'd leave him, and watch TV for a few minutes, then blow him for a bit, finally straddling him for some frantic sex. For his part, it was mild BDSM. with me tied to the bed, he'd drop hot candle wax on me, or tickle my feet, which are extremely sensitive, anything to show he was in complete control. He'd fuck me like that, and then splash spunk on my face. Being tied, I couldn't get a hand on myself. The worst (best?), was when he went off to the pub after he'd fucked me. He jerked me when he got home an hour later.
It was during one of our sessions, with Louis blindfolded, that Don arrived. It was double the fun, as four hands and two pairs of lips spared no mercy. I let Don fuck him first, being the guest, and I had sloppy seconds. When Louis came, I'd never seen him shoot so much, or so far. The visits by Don became more frequent and sometimes he'd stay the night. Whilst we didn't want to become a throuple, it certainly spiced things up.
One evening, Don turned up with a suitcase. We could tell he wasn't in the mood for sex, so we put some clothes on. He had decided that he couldn't live a lie any longer. He told his girlfriend, who dumped him, and then told his parents. Mum said he was no longer her son, and refused to speak to him. Dad went one better, and told him to pack his bags. With nowhere else to go, he came to us. We gave him a beer, and told him he could stay until he sorted himself, but he would have to use the spare bedroom. He was eternally grateful, and for a couple of weeks had three-way sex. An uncle of his came to the rescue, and he went to live with him.
His visits carried on and we looked forward to our get-togethers. There was always something new to try.
