Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2006 13:54:11 +0200 (CEST)
From: Kevin Jones <scousekid@fsmail.net>
Subject: Adam becomes a slut - gay adult friends

My name is Adam. I'm 24 years old with, so I've been told on many
occasions, striking blue eyes. I'm 5'6" with broad shoulders and a
reasonably in-shape body. I'd met my boyfriend, Luke, 4 years previous, and
had just bought a house with him and his father. Luke's mother had died 2
years ago, and his dad was lonely living out in the sticks, so Luke
suggested we buy a house together. I knew this was the only way I would
ever get to live with Luke, as he had grown very close to his dad since his
mum had died, so I decided to bite the bullet and make sure I put up with
his dad at all costs, no matter how hard it might be. After all, I loved
Luke with all my heart, and would do anything for him.

Our sex life had always been ok, nothing special. Luke would fuck my arse
once a month, and we would suck each other's cocks twice a week if I was
lucky. I'm in my sexual peak and I always craved his cock, it was about 9"
long and very thick. I would snuggle into him in bed each night in the hope
that he would take the hint and have sex with me -- most of the time this
was in vain, but I kept trying. Although I was disappointed most of the
time, I never went off looking for cock elsewhere. A wank on a porn site,
or reading the odd Nifty story every now and again, but I was always
faithful to Adam, because he was the one!

I should add at this point that Luke is 15 years older than me, and is a
prude. He's always finding excuses not to have sex -- he's coming down with
a cold or the neighbours might hear through the walls. Now we have the
added excuse of his dad hearing us. Nevertheless, the sex we do have is
really good. He has a great touch, and knows how to work me up by stroking
my balls and arsehole. I am completely different and want sex at every
opportunity, no matter how risky it might be. I'm an exhibitionist at
heart, and a nudist. Adam doesn't like me being naked at home, except in
the shower or in bed. So I suppose you could say I was pretty unhappy.

Luke's dad was always nice to me. I don't think he really approved of me,
and certainly didn't like Adam being gay, but he treated me fine. He never
went out, except shopping or walking the dog, and didn't drink. Since his
wife died, he'd made no female friends and didn't seem to want any. He was
only 65 so there was no reason for him to be lonely for the rest of his
life, but that was his choice I suppose. He employed a gardener, Luke and I
worked all day, and he had the money not to have to do it himself. He
seemed very fond of the gardener, a boy of about 19 with shaggy blond hair
and piercing green eyes. I used to check him out in the garden from my
bedroom window, and he sported what looked like quite an impressive
package. Sometimes I would come home from work and find him drinking tea in
the kitchen with Luke's dad -- I always wondered what they had to talk
about, considering the age difference between them -- but they always seemed
to be laughing about something. Luke told me that he just enjoyed the
company whilst he was rattling around on his own all day in the house.

A couple of months after moving in -- and becoming more and more unhappy due
to lack of sex -- I pulled a sicky at work and went home at lunchtime,
thinking I could lock myself in the bedroom and spend the afternoon having
a slow wank to the latest story on Nifty, and perhaps satisfy myself by
pulling out my trusty dildo that I had hidden away under the floorboards. I
let myself into the house and made a cup of tea. There was no-one around
and I supposed Luke's dad was out with the dog. It was then that I noticed
the lawnmower lying on the grass and was quite worried. Sam (Luke's dad)
wouldn't have gone out and left Ben (the gardener) on his own. I decided to
go outside to change out of my work clothes, then find out what was going
on. As I reached the landing, I could hear voices coming from Sam's
bedroom. I was very intrigued so was about to knock on his door to see if
he was ok, when I heard him groan "fuck my arse good boy, slam that dick
into my arse and give me your spunk." It goes without saying that I was
completely shocked, but the bulge growing in my trousers told me I was more
excited than shocked. Who was in there with Sam? I was going to hang around
and find out. Maybe living with Luke could be fun after all!

This is my first attempt at writing a story and have left the sex out to
give a background into the relationship between myself, Luke and Sam-- this
did really happen. I would appreciate your comments.

Email scousekid@fsmail.net