Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2009 23:13:35 +0000 (GMT)
From: Robbie Calverley <colcalverley@btinternet.com>
Subject: FEBRUARY FROLICS

FEBRUARY FROLICS -- An Adam and Greg Story

The following story contains descriptions of a consenting relationship
between male characters. If you find any such material to be morally
or legally questionable in your area, please do not read any further.
Additionally if you are under the legal age in your area, please leave.

This story is a work of fiction, and all characters and plots are
fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
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author. The story or characters may not be reproduced or republished
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CERTAINLY NOT on any pay-to-view sites.

This is not written as a sex story, but if it happens, it happens.
Having got that all over and done with, sit back, get comfortable
(whatever that means??) and enjoy yourselves.

Dad wanted to make an early start so that he could get the best part
of a day's work in when we arrived at the holiday park, so we were
awakened by him hammering on the bedroom door at 5.30am telling us
that he wanted us to be on the road within the hour.  The local drive-
through McDonalds opened at 6.30 so we would stop off to pick up some
breakfast.  After our adventures the previous evening the bedroom
smelled like a sex factory and the bed sheets were encrusted with our
combined offerings.  As Greg went into the shower to get the hot water
running I quickly stripped the sheets from the bed and left them by
the bedroom door so that I could put them in the washing machine and
mum wouldn't have the evidence to come home to.

"Come on in, the water's good and hot now."  Greg called.  I joined
him in the shower where I saw that his cock was standing to attention.

"Do you want me to take care of that for you?" I asked, reaching for
it.

Greg quickly pushed my hand away and said, "Maybe not now, Adam, I'm
still a little bit sore from last night."  I nodded agreement.  "That
was some session we had," he added with a wicked grin.

"It certainly was," I said, "I'm still a bit tender myself, but isn't
it odd how we still get hard after all that."  We showered quickly and
went back into the bedroom to get dressed.  I opened the bedroom
window to let in some fresh air and pulled on my socks and pants.
We'd left out our travelling clothes the previous night and it only
took a moment to pull them on.  When I opened the bedroom door the
smell of coffee drew me to the kitchen like a magnet, but then I
remembered that I'd left our stiff bedding in the bedroom so I went
back for it, but it was nowhere to be seen.  "Greg, have you moved the
bedding from where I left it?" I asked.

Greg shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.  I ran back to the
kitchen and realised that the washing machine was already on.  When I
looked through the glass door I could see that it was bed sheets
inside, and as I turned round Dad came in from the hall.  "Don't
worry, Adam," he said.  "I put them in there for you.  He smiled
conspiratorially as he added, "Couldn't leave them for Mum to come
home to, could we?"

To say that I blushed is a BIG understatement.  "Listen, Adam, there's
no need to be embarrassed about it.  Remember I was your age once."
Dad said.

"Yea, but it's not quite the same is it?" I asked as Greg joined us in
the kitchen.

"Boys, you have to understand that this is very new to Mum and me, and
while I understand what so-called 'normal boys' get up to, it's best
to keep as much of ... well ... that kind of thing from your Mum, and as
you two are ... well ... together, I suppose you'll be ... well ... 'at it'
more than other boys."

"DAD!" we chorused.

"Sorry, I mean Uncle Peter," Greg added.

"There's no need to make a meal of it Dad," I continued.  "It's
probably more embarrassing for us than it is for you, but I have to
agree that Mum shouldn't be told too much, so I think in future we'll
be clearing up after ourselves."

"Uncle Peter, is our being here making it difficult for you and Aunt
Carrie?  I don't want Grace and me to cause any trouble, and ... ...

"Greg, please put that idea right out of your head," Dad said, "we've
known for a little while that Adam is gay and we knew that eventually
he'd meet somebody that he wanted to be with.  We just didn't expect
it to happen quite so soon, but if Adam's happy -- and judging by that
ear-splitting grin on his face he is -- then we're more than happy to
have both you and Grace here, and a little bird tells me that Grace
has fond a love interest too."

"How did you find out about that?"  I asked.

"Jackie's mum phoned and said that Grace had been around there making
herself at home, and speaking of Grace would you go and give her
another shout please Greg -  I called her at the same time as I called
you so she should be awake."

"Not only awake but all present and correct, Uncle Peter," Grace said
from the doorway as she dragged a huge suitcase into the kitchen.

"Grace, we're going for two weeks, not two years," I said.

"Well, a girl's got to look good," she said.

"Well as I was just saying to the boys, you seem to have eyes for
Jackie at them moment."

Grace blushed a deep red, looked at Dad and said, "I didn't think
you'd mind, Uncle Peter.  After all Jackie IS Adam's best friend and
you DO know him well."

"Grace, we don't mind at all.  I was just having a little fun with
you.  Jackie is a great kid and he's like a second son to Aunt Carrie
and me.  Over the years he seemed to spend more time here than in his
own house, and I don't expect that to change much now that you've set
your cap at him."

We loaded all our stuff into Dad's four by four and I grabbed a couple
of fleecy sleeping bags and threw them on to the back seat so that
Greg and I could catch up on some of the sleep we'd missed the
previous night.  "Do you mind taking the front seat Grace?" I asked,
"Then we can put the back seat down and catch up on some sleep."

"I see," Grace replied, "Busy during the night were we?"

"GRACE!" Greg admonished her, but blushing with guilt.

"Uncle Peter's not the only one who can have fun at someone else's
expense, but to be serious Greg, I'm so glad you and Adam are
together, I really am."  The twins hugged as I went back indoors to
grab Dad's suitcase and put it in the boot and to make sure there was
nothing we'd forgotten, and as I checked the bedroom and idea entered
my head.  I quickly slipped my shoes and trousers off and removed my
underpants.  I was just zipping up again when Dad came in to make sure
that all was well.  I went back out to the car while Dad set the alarm
and locked up.  As I climbed into the back next to Greg, Grace turned
around.

"Let me get this straight," she said with a conspiratorial look, "I'm
riding shotgun next to Uncle Peter so that you two can put the back
seat down and ... ... do unspeakable things under the sleeping bag, have I
got that right?"

Greg and I were taken aback, but we had to agree with her.  "In that
case, you two are going to owe me at some time in the future when I
want to get together with Jackie.  Is that quite clear?"

"Are you trying to blackmail us?" Greg asked.

Greg and I looked at one another, nodded and said in unison just as
Dad got into the car, "Deal."

"Oh, and what deal is this going on?" he asked.

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies," Grace said with an
innocent smile.

"I can see that having a step-daughter is going to take some getting
used to."  Dad remarked with a grin as he started the engine and
headed for the nearest McDonald's.

We ate as Dad drove and when he stopped half an hour later to dump the
rubbish and to buy a newspaper Greg and I used the opportunity to put
the back seat down and zip the sleeping bags together.  Grace
tactfully said nothing but Dad did a double-take as he got back in the
car and shook his head unbelievingly.  "Too much bed and not enough
sleep, that's your problem," he said, as he drove off again.  We're
going to be on the road for a good few hours so we'll stop for lunch
somewhere at about noon."

Greg and I slipped off our shoes and snuggled together inside the
sleeping bag and I soon felt his hand rubbing against my crotch.  As I
got harder he looked at me questioningly as he could obviously feel
that something was different.  The next thing I felt was my zip being
opened and my hard cock slipped out through the opening into his
hand.  His eyebrows almost disappeared into his hair as he whispered,
"What's this?  I'm sure you put underpants on this morning."

I nodded, "I thought I'd surprise you.  Did I do the wrong thing?" I
asked, knowing the answer.

"What do you think?" he asked as he leaned in and kissed me, squeezing
my cock as he did.

"Now then you two in the back," Dad said with a laugh in his voice, "I
don't want you getting up to anything that would make Grace blush."

"No, we won't do anything that she hasn't done before," Greg said
wickedly.  Needless to say Grace blushed but refrained from comment.
"But whatever we do," Greg continued in a whisper, "We'll have to do
it quietly."  I nodded and reached down to unsnap the waistband of my
trousers.  "What are you doing now?" Greg asked.  I didn't answer but
worked my trousers down and off so that they scrunched in the bottom
of the sleeping bag, my socks going with them, leaving me naked from
the waist down.  I then unsnapped Greg's waistband and he worked them
down with his pants and socks as I had, revealing his own hard cock to
me.  I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug,
lips to lips, cock to cock and toes to toes.  It was almost enough to
make me cum as Greg's tongue explored every millimetre of my mouth.  I
could feel the slipperiness of our cocks wet with precum as Greg's
right hand moved around to my butt and gripped my left cheek, then his
finger slipped into the crack and slowly moved towards the entrance to
my tunnel of love.

My breathing was becoming more and more laboured but fortunately the
noise of the engine and the music on the car radio drowned out most of
the noise, but it didn't stop Grace from glancing around at us, but
her eyes opened wide as she jerked her head round to face the front
again.  Obviously she couldn't actually see what was going on, but as
we were lip-locked and in a tight hug she probably had a pretty good
idea.

I felt pressure from Greg's finger as he pushed against my rosebud and
relaxed, just like it said in the stories I had read, and as I relaxed
I felt his fingertip slip inside.  "It's a fucking good job I haven't
got my trousers on," I whispered, "they'd be soaking by now."  Greg
gave me a cheeky grin as he slipped his finger all the way in.  I
managed to stifle a squeal of delight but I felt my cock spurt a huge
amount of precum over our pubes as I leaned forward and pressed my
lips hard against Greg's as he opened his mouth to let my tongue
inside.

I don't know how long we kissed for, but I knew from the wetness down
below that Greg was leaking just as much as I was, and I knew that I
had to have a taste of it.  There was plenty of room in the sleeping
bag so I broke off the kiss, gently pushed Greg away and slid down
into the darkness and wrapped my hand around his slick cock and then
took it into my mouth.  My nose was resting in Greg's very wet pubes
and the heady smell of our combined precum was quite something.  I
heard his sharp intake of breath as my lips wrapped around his cock
and I gave his leg a warning pinch in case Grace or Dad twigged what I
was doing.  I felt Greg's fingers running through my hair and resumed
my attentions to his cock.  I slipped my right hand around behind him
to see if he would let me slip a finger inside him as he had me, but
as soon as I got anywhere near his pucker he clamped it up tight as a
drum.

I could tell from Greg's breathing that he was getting close and then
I felt him pulling hard on my hair as he shot his load into my mouth.
I continued sucking until Greg began to wriggle in either agony or
ecstasy so I let him go and slid back up into daylight and shared his
load with him.  I opened my eyes to stare straight into Grace's and
saw that she was smirking.  She knew exactly what had been going on
but she just winked at me and turned around to face the front.  She
seemed to be on our side.

Within minutes Greg and I were asleep and I didn't wake up until Dad
told us he was going to stop at the services for a break.  Greg was
still asleep, so I shook him awake and told him we'd be stopping
soon.  I managed to ferret around with my feet and found our trousers
at the bottom of the sleeping bag and it wasn't until I was about to
fasten them that I realised I had Greg's on, so we had to quickly swap
them over.  Greg whispered that he couldn't find his underpants but
didn't seem overly concerned that he'd have to go commando.

First stop was the toilets and then we all met up in the café for
coffee and sandwiches all round.  Dad asked if we had slept well and
when we said that we had, he muttered something about loud snoring to
which Grace replied that Greg always snored.  A fact that I had to
agree with as he'd woken me up several times snoring gently in my
ear.  After refreshments we returned to the car and Dad drove into the
filling station and tanked up while Greg and I put the back seat up
for the remainder of the journey.

We arrived at the forest mid-afternoon and drove into the holiday
village once Dad had shown his ID at the gate.  We stopped off at the
offices so Dad could let them know that he had arrived and to pick up
the key to his chalet.  We drove across the site and Dad dropped off
his luggage and then we drove to the Bed and Breakfast where we would
be staying.  As we got out of the car and began unloading our luggage
the front door opened and a man in his thirties came out to greet us.

"Hello, Peter," he said to Dad and came and gave him a hug.  Dad was
facing me and grimaced over the guy's shoulder.  "Hi Sandy," he said.
I want you to meet the kids.  This is Adam, he's my son and these are
my foster twins, Grace and Greg.  This is Mr Adam Sanders."  It was
obvious from his demeanour that Mr Sanders was gay, but since I was
expecting that I shouldn't have felt surprised, nor should I have felt
slightly apprehensive.

"Hi kids," Mr Sanders said, "but can we please drop the Mr Sanders and
call me Adam or Sandy, everybody does."

"I think we'd better make it Sandy, since we already have an Adam
here," Grace said.

"Then Sandy it is, Grace.  Now let me take you to you room, dear.
Boys, why don't you wait for me in the lounge?  I think Dan's in
there, why don't you introduce yourselves?"

As I entered the Residents' Lounge the boy I found in there was about
a year older than me, a little too tall, a little too thin, his mouth
was a little too big, his nose a little crooked, his hair a little to
long and his teeth a little uneven.  But he was cute ... ... ... VERY cute,
and he had this smell about him -- flowery like perfume but masculine
and not at all sickly and his smile was an absolute knockout.  He
smiled as he held out his hand to shake, and when he smiled the room
lit up and his eyes sparkled as he said, "Hi Adam.  My name's Dan.
I'm pleased to meet you ... very pleased."

"Pleased to meet you too, Dan," I replied, and as our hands made
contact a chill went down my spine and my cock began to harden.   Then
when I looked down at our hands I could see the marks on the underside
of his wrist which, I thought, could only mean one thing.  I knew then
that all had not been well in Dan's life.

Dan seemed unaware or unconcerned that I had noticed his scars as his
eyes moved from my face and looked over my shoulder.  "And you must be
Greg."  He said, letting go of my hand and moving to Greg.  "I'm Dan,
and I'm pleased to meet you, Greg.  In fact I'm very pleased to meet
both of you."  It was pretty obvious that Dan was having the same
effect on Greg as he had on me.  I might as well not have been on the
room as far as Greg was concerned.  He only had eyes for Dan.

"Let me take you to your room, guys." Sandy said as he came back into
the room.  "Actually, maybe you could do that, Dan."  Then he turned
to us and said, "Dan is my only other guest at the moment and he's
staying here on a sort of semi-permanent basis, but I'll let him
explain that some other time."

"I'd be delighted to show the boys to their room."  Dan said, "Number
twelve?"  He asked with a knowing smile.

Sandy also smiled knowingly as he said, "Sure, why not?  As long as
you guys don't mind sharing a Jack and Jill bathroom with Dan."

"What's a Jack and Jill bathroom?" Greg asked.

"It's where two bedrooms are built one either side of the bathroom, a
bit like connecting rooms but with a bathroom in between."  Sandy
explained.

"I don't have a problem with that," I said, "You Greg?"

Greg shook his head, "No problem for me."  He said.

As Dan took us through to our room it was pretty obvious that we were
going through into the other part of the house.  "Was this two houses
originally?" I asked.

"Yea," Dan said, "Sandy inherited the other part of the house from an
elderly relative who died, then when he came to look at it he saw that
this house was up for sale so he bought this too and turned it into
one big boarding house.  It's quite handy really; he keeps this side
for his gay clients whereas the straight and families stay in the
other side.  Of course, we all have breakfast in the same dining room,
but at night things can get pretty hectic in this side and I don't
think the families with young kids would appreciate it."

"Er ... what do you mean by hectic?" Greg asked as we approached the
door to room twelve.

"Well, how can I put it?" Dan asked pensively.  "Let's say that boys
will be boys and the dress code is a little ... relaxed on this side of
the house.  We have our own TV lounge and during a particularly hot
summer one exhibitionist decided to strip off and watch television in
the nude.  That set a precedent and the more adventurous among us
often wander round naked, especially on a Friday night."

I looked at Greg and there was a mischievous smile playing around his
lips as he asked the obvious question, "Why especially on a Friday
night?"

"Well, Friday night is open-door night.  Again, it's only for the more
adventurous guests, and it is totally optional, but on a Friday night
some guests leave their bedroom doors open all night and anyone who
wants to stand and watch the goings-on is totally free to do so."

Greg and I stood there in stunned silence.  "You mean ... ... ...?" was all
I could say.

Dan nodded, "Yup, sometimes you can wander round and have three or
four free live gay porn shows.  Sometimes people who start as
spectators just cant help themselves and I've seen couples going at it
in the hallways while watching someone else in the bedroom."

"And this is every Friday?" I asked.

"Yup.  I've been living here for four over six months now, and some
guys just come and stay on Friday nights just to take part in 'Open
Door Night'".

"So that means we have three days to wait before it all happens
again." I said.

"Yea," Dan said, "but don't forget we can all wander around naked any
time before that."

"And do you do that?" I asked.

"All the time," Dan said, as he turned the knob and opened the door to
room twelve.  "Here you go," he said.

Room twelve was a large, bright, airy room with a huge double bed
against the far wall.  There was a large wardrobe, a chest of drawers
and a TV on a stand in the corner of the room at the bottom of the
bed.  There was also a desk with computer point and an office chair.
There was also a large armchair and there were several rugs dotted
about the polished wood floor.  "This leads into the bathroom," Dan
said as he took us through a door to the left, "and it leads through
to my room," he added as he led us through a door at the other end of
the bathroom.

Dan's room was a similar size and style to ours, but he had quite a
few of his own belongings in there including a laptop computer on his
desk.  "I have WIFI on my computer, but if you don't have that you can
plug it into the wall and get free internet access."

"Dan, can I ask you why you live here?" asked Greg.  Dan's face
reddened and he looked down at his feet.  "Of course, you don't have
to tell me if you don't want to," he added.

Dan's head shot up, "No, you should know if we're going to be
friends." He said.  "Come and sit on the bed and I'll tell you."

We all slipped our shoes off and sat cross-legged in a triangle on
Dan's bed as Dan began his story.  "About nine months ago I realised I
was gay.  Well, that's not quite true.  I knew I was gay a long time
before that, but it was only nine months ago that I admitted it to
myself.  I was fairly comfortable with it and I told my best friend
Jeff, and although he was shocked at first he soon got used to it and
everything was fine.  In fact he took it so well that I hoped my
parents would react in the same way, but when I told them I soon
realised that I had made a big mistake.  Mum kept very quiet, but Dad
started saying that I was too young to know my own mind, and that it
was just a phase that I was going through.  He accused Jeff of turning
me gay, but I told him that Jeff was straight and it was nothing to do
with him.  A couple of days later Jeff phoned me and told me that my
Dad had phoned his parents and accused Jeff of being gay and turning
me the same way.  Jeff managed to convince his parents that he was
straight, but that they had told him to have nothing more to do with
me.  So there I was, I'd lost my best friend and my parents thought I
was going through a freakish phase.  I tried a few times to convince
them that I really was gay but they wouldn't take any notice.  And
then I met Jeff in the street and he wouldn't come near me.  He just
said he didn't want to know me any more because he'd lose his parents'
trust if he did.  I was so depressed that I went home, filled the bath
and grabbed my Dad's razor.  When the bath was full I climbed in and
cut my right wrist.  The blood made such pretty patterns in the bath
water, and when I cut my left one it was the same.  I began to feel
faint and I must have passed out.  I think I would have succeeded in
killing myself if my Dad hadn't come home dying to pee.  I could hear
him pounding on the door in the distance but I couldn't have got out
of the bath if I'd tried.  Eventually he broke the door down and found
me, and the next think I knew was waking up in hospital with Jeff by
my side and my wrists heavily bandaged.  I felt like shit, but it was
great to see Jeff beside me.  I don't think he realised I was awake,
but when I tried to speak all I managed was a croak.  Jeff jumped up
and called the nurse then came to me and grabbed one of my hands. When
the nurse arrived she grabbed my chart and made a note and I croaked
at her trying to say that I needed a drink.  She seemed to understand
and came back with a jug of water and a plastic beaker.  After I'd
drunk half of it I managed to speak a little.  I squeezed Jeff's hand
and told him I was glad to see him.  He told me that my Mother had
been at my bedside for two days and had only just agreed to go home
and shower and change her clothes and would be back soon.  He also
said that Dad had popped in twice.  I asked him how come he was here
after what his parents had said.  He told me that when they found out
what I'd done they agreed to let him come and see me.  I asked them
what they'd think if the saw him holding my hand.  He made as if to
pull it away, but I'd regained enough strength to put up a little
resistance.  'Fuck what they'd say,' he said, 'a best friend is a best
friend, gay straight or any other way.'  And then he apologised for
cutting me in the street."

"Hey, I'm talking so much I need a drink.  Anybody else want a
Pepsi?"  Jeff and I both said yes and Dan went to get them.

"Isn't he gorgeous!!" Greg said as he left the room.

"You said it," I replied, "I can't wait to catch him in the shower."

"Of course, we could always invite him to share the bed with us," Greg
replied raising his eyebrows.

"Do you think he would?" I asked.

"Do you think I'd what?"  Dan asked as he returned with three cans of
Pepsi.

"Oh, nothing," Greg and I said together.

"Shame," Dan said, "I hoped you were talking about me.

"Well ... we were, actually," Greg confessed.

"I'd have been disappointed otherwise," Dan said with a grin, "now
what were you hoping I'd do?"

"I'll make a deal with you," I replied, "You finish your story and
I'll tell you what it was."

"Deal," Dan said handing out the drinks and re-crossing his legs on
the bed.

"Where was I?  Oh yes, just as Jeff and I were catching up my Mum
walked in and came straight and gave me a hug.  She told me she was
relieved that I was conscious and then proceeded to tell me that I had
frightened the life out of her and Dad.  I said maybe now they'd
believe that I really was gay and get used to the fact.  Mum looked at
the way Jeff and I were holding hands but he soon put her straight and
she was OK after that, but she told me that Dad wasn't happy with the
situation and said that if I really was gay he didn't want to have me
in the house, but that he'd be in later and tell me more then.  Jeff
said that he had to get home but he would be in to see me after school
the following day.  Mum sat with me making small talk and carefully
avoiding the gay issue.  About an hour later Dad came in and came
straight to the point.  He asked me if I was persisting in 'this
stupidity' as he called it.  I told him it wasn't stupid and that I
was definitely gay so he dropped the bombshell and said that I'd have
to move out.  I asked him where he expected me to go and he told me
that he'd made arrangements for me to live with one of his customers --
he's a greengrocer by the way -- and that this customer was gay and had
a boarding house, and that's how I came to be here.  To be honest,
it's probably the best thing he's ever done for me.  Sandy, Liz and
Cassie are like family to me."

"Who are Liz and Cassie?" I asked.

"Oh, you haven't met the hired help then," he said, "Lizzie the Lezzie
does all the cooking and some of the cleaning here.  Her partner,
Cassie is the chambermaid and also helps with the cleaning.  They're
here in the mornings and sometimes in the afternoons if it's busy.
They live on a narrowboat on the river at the end of the garden.  As a
result of being here, I've mixed will lots of gay guys and I've slept
with some of them, singles and partners, and they've taught me quite a
lot.  Of course, Sandy's always kept an eye on things and steered me
in the right direction as regards partners and he's always made sure
that I had condoms and lube so I'd be safe and wouldn't damage
myself.  Actually, I wouldn't mind having a bit of fun with him, but I
think he feels more like a parent towards me.  Now, a deal's a deal so
what were you saying when I came in with the drinks?"

I hung my head and said, "Well, because we both think you're ... ...
gorgeous (blush crimson) we wondered if there was ... um ... well, any
chance of you ... um ... sharing our bed with us."

There was a silence, so I looked up into Dan's smiling face as he
said, "Shit, I was wondering how I was going to wheedle my way into
this relationship you two obviously have."

Dan did, indeed, share our bed for the next two weeks and showed us
quite a number of techniques to vary our limited sexual experience so
far.  I for one will be eternally grateful to him for showing Greg and
me the skill of 'edging'.  Then one night as Dan was about to join us
Greg took him by the hand and led him through the bathroom back into
his own room.  I felt briefly that I had been deserted, but Greg soon
returned and closed the bathroom door behind him.

"I thought maybe you'd gone off me," I told him.

As he climbed into bed beside me he said, "Never, Adam.  I could never
go off you.  I just want tonight to be the two of us.  I didn't want
Dan to feel rejected so I took him through to explain to him."

"That's OK then," I said, "in fact that's a lot more than OK." I added
as I felt Greg's fingers close around my half-hard cock.  "And to what
do I owe this special attention?" I asked.

"That's an easy one," Greg replied, "because I love you, and much as I
like Dan as a person and much as I fancy him for his body, I don't
love him.  I want tonight to be special between us, and I think it's
time that I evened things up between us and did for you what you've so
often done for me."

I smiled from ear to ear as I realised what he meant.  Sure Dan had
given me oral several times, but this would be different, I could
sense it.  Greg released my cock from his grip and put his arms around
me so we were nose to nose and toes to toes.  When he kissed me it was
one of the best ever.  I could feel his cock rubbing against mine and
he was just as hard.  I broke the kiss and his grip on me and
swivelled around so that his hard member was pointing up into my face
just as my own erection was above his.  A drop of clear precum
appeared as I leaned down and took the prize into my mouth.  I began
my usual ministrations, but then I felt Greg's lips kissing my exposed
glans and finally I felt his mouth close over it for the first time.
I knew that my precum was flowing and when I felt his tongue flick
across my slit I almost came spontaneously.  Greg seemed to take to
his task like a duck to water and I very soon felt my cock rub against
the back of his throat, which is all it took to send me over the
edge.  Much to my surprise Greg swallowed the lot as she shot his own
load into my welcoming mouth.  I was so spent I just collapsed on top
of him and passed out for a few seconds.  When I came to Greg had
shuffled himself around next to me and when I opened my eyes I could
see the silliest goofy grin on his face, looking like the cat that'd
got the cream.  "Dunno what all the fuss was about," he said, leaning
forward and kissing me on the lips as he put his arms around me.
"Actually, I DO know what all the fuss was about, because that was
bloody fantastic," he said with tears suddenly in his eyes.  We slept.

The following morning I woke with the sun streaming through the
windows and a naked Dan was standing looking at us.  I beckoned to him
and he climbed into bed next to me.  "Was it good?" he asked.

"Fantastic," I said.  "I hope you didn't feel left out." I said.

"I was lonely," Dan replied, "but Greg said that it was going to be a
special night for you so it was only right that you were alone."

I felt Greg move behind me so I turned on to my back to see him
smiling down at me.  "Good morning, my love." He said.  He'd never
called me that before but it sounded so right.  "Hi Dan, how long have
you been here?"

"Just arrived," Dan said.  "Adam says you had a good night."

Greg looked at me incredulously.  "GOOD!!  Is that the best you can
manage, it was good???"

"Actually Greg," Dan said, "he said it was fantastic."

"I know he did, I was listening." Greg replied.

"You rotten bugger," I said to him as I began to tickle him.

"No don't , don't, I'll piss the bed." Greg said, leaping up and
grasping his cock as he made a run for the bathroom.

We had several more nights at the B&B before we went home, all spent
as a threesome, and we arranged that Dan would come and stay with us
for the two-week Easter holiday.  When we loaded up the car for the
drive home it was a sad day and Dad left us alone so we could say our
goodbyes to Dan and Sandy.  I'm sure he realised that we'd do more
than shake hands and I think he'd have been embarrassed to witness
it.  Grace was also very sad to leave as she'd really hit it off with
Sandy and also she'd palled up with Lizzie and Cassie.  I'm pretty
sure that there was nothing sexual between them because as far as I
knew Grace was totally hetero, but they'd bonded pretty well.  The
girls invited her back and she said that she'd try to get down again
at Easter, "Since the house is going to be full of gay boys!" she
said, tongue in cheek.

There were tears in everybody's eyes as we drove away, but within
minutes Greg and I were asleep in the back seat, propped up against
one another.

Well, that's it for now -- Look out for the next part of the story,
"March Madness" to be published next month.

If you'd like to contact me please do so at
ColCalverley@btinternet.com