Where Does That Leave Me


Being gay in the 21st century in the United Kingdom is 
certainly more relaxed that even a few years ago. When 
two guys who want to be together are ready they can 
"get married" and have all the legal perks that is 
entailed. Of course guys have lived together in the 
U.K. for years but at last we can feel comfortable 
intermixed with the rest of society. That's how I was 
with Seth. 

We were both 33, both good looking (at least we thought 
so) and both earning well. When we saw the house in 
suburbia we fell in love. It wasn't some gay man's 
dream (i.e. period house full of original features), it 
was a straight forward small detached three bedroom 
house in modern development with an integral garage and 
neighbours who were also all in their thirties only 
heterosexual!!

If we stuck out, we didn't notice, and to be honest, we 
didn't care. We were just like them in many ways, minus 
the kids. We nodded to neighbours as we drove home; we 
chatted about the weather and local gossip and got on 
with life. The first to speak to us properly were Derek 
and Margret who lived two houses up from us. I have to 
be honest and say that Seth and I had clocked Derek 
already. He was one heck of a gorgeous guy with the 
looks of a clothing model. He was around six feet tall, 
well built and he gave off a kind of sex appeal in 
whatever he did. His dark short hair and six o'clock 
shadow only added to that appeal.

I think at this stage I need to confess something. 
Seth and I hade been together since we were 23 and had 
been legally together for 2 years. I said we were just 
like any other married couple which isn't strictly true 
as we did like to have a little fun from time to time. 

It might be a threesome or two when on holiday, or 
meeting with some like minded guy or guys while staying 
at home. It certainly added spice to our life and 
actually made our relationship stronger. So talking 
about Derek and how hunky he looked was a great time-
passer. Derek certainly paid attention to himself. He 
only wore designer clothes and was always immaculately 
groomed whether going to work or digging the garden.

So we enjoyed looking and, to be honest, chatting about 
what he might be like in bed, when we needed some 
stimulus added to some late night sex romp together. Of 
course we were far too nice to be predators, especially 
to some sweet married couple. It was far too close to 
home for us.

Anyway back to Margret and Derek. Margret was the first. 
She came up to me in the front garden one day in the 
height of summer and introduced herself properly.

"Hi I feel I really should say hello properly," she 
said. "I'm Margret and you?"

"Oh hi, I'm Shane," I replied.

"And your... err... friend?" The hesitation was 
noticeable and her face reddened slightly.

"Oh you mean Seth. We both begin with 'S'," I said.

"We don't - he's Derek," she replied nodding to the 
person washing their car. "We're having a few other 
couples for a barbeque tomorrow afternoon around 3.00pm 
so would you and Seth like to come and meet the 
neighbours?"

"Might be an good idea after being here three months," 
I said.

"See you tomorrow," she waved as she walked back to the 
hunk stripped to the waist washing the car. 

He looked up, wiped his forehead with the back of his 
hand, nodded and smiled and my knees gave way. I 
couldn't wait to tell Seth.

It took us two hours to dress down enough to look 
really cool and smart but still, when we arrived, Derek 
stood there coolly pouring wine, his teeth dazzling us 
in the sun, dressed in fabulous Abercrombie and Fitch 
from head to foot.

"If he was gay, he'd be a queen," whispered Seth.

"Bitch!" I sneered back and we both stifled a giggle.

Derek strode across as soon as he saw up and tried to 
pull both our right arms out of their sockets with a 
manly hand shake before we made the introductions. We 
were then taken around the assembled group of some 
twenty or so people and introduced. Most were in their 
thirties or forties and all upwardly mobile. Derek was 
by far the most handsome though there were a couple of 
quite pretty things including the 18 year old son of 
the oldest couple there, who gave us a very curious 
look which verged on a Gaydar signal!!

Margret loved us. She fussed over us, she chatted with 
us, and she dragged us around everyone all over again. 
Within two hours she was asking advice on her interior 
decoration (why do straights think that every gay has a 
decorator gene just waiting to be exploited?). The 
décor was stunning and far in excess of anything we 
could have done.

"It was mainly Derek's ideas," she said. We both looked 
at each other, eyebrows raised.

Two things came out of that afternoon. Margret and Derek 
became our closest neighbours and hardly a day went by 
that we weren't in their house or Margret was in ours 
and we managed to have a very embarrassing afternoon 
two weeks later with young David, the 18 year old who 
on the pretext of offering inexpensive gardening 
services, inveigled his way into our house one Saturday 
afternoon and through the process of sitting with his 
legs open so we could see clearly up his shorts (no 
underwear), then a visit to our toilet where he left 
the door open and started to masturbate openly, we 
decided to put him out of his misery and stripped him 
naked, threw him on the bed, then as Seth fed his cock 
to him, I took his cock in my mouth and was rewarded 
with a stream of thin teenage ejaculate. 

The session lasted under ten minutes and young David 
was down the driveway two minutes after that. I think 
he thought he had seduced us because he kept well away 
after that.

As the four-way friendship developed, the fact that we 
were a 'couple' became less of a secret. We didn't 
"come out" as such but the information more or less 
"leaked out." 

Before long the gay innuendoes from Derek followed. They 
were never offensive and we gave back as good as we 
got. They had no children which we found strange in a 
couple who were in their early thirties but we didn't 
discuss it initially. Margret did say that they had 
tried and failed and they had had tests which, apart 
from a slightly lower than normal sperm count in Derek, 
didn't explain why there were no babies yet. 

They were going to try "other methods" soon but in the 
meantime, sex had become more of a routine than fun. 
All this leaked out over a few conversations with 
Margret usually with a glass of wine in hand.

Derek started to 'flirt' a bit more with us. Not for a 
minute was this "I want to go to bed with you" 
flirting, but more the "I want you to find me 
attractive so that I can have the satisfaction of 
telling my mates you fancy me," kind of flirting. I got 
the feeling he would enjoy telling the other guys at 
the estate agency where he worked that the gays next 
door were keen to get into his pants. Sadly, we were, 
but were not going to let on to him, plus we had too 
much respect for Margret, even if he was ever to come on 
to us.

The next phase with Derek, when we didn't rise to his 
bait, was to be stripped to the waist, band of Armani 
briefs showing above his trouser/jeans waist band (if 
there is something that gets my juices going then 
that's it). Still we ignored it.

One Friday after dinner, and Margret's retiral to bed, a 
slightly drunk Derek asked us what we did.

"What do you mean, what do we do?" I asked.

"You know, in bed," he asked boldly.

"What do you think we do?" I threw back at him. "What 
do you and Margret do?" I asked.

"Not enough," he said.

A silence ensued.

"I'd like to know what gays do in bed?" he continued.

"Surely you can guess some of it?" I said to him.

"Who takes it up the bum, you or Seth? He said.

"Jeesus! You're getting personal," I retorted.

"Sorry, I just felt we knew each other by now."

I said, "At the moment it's not really something I want 
to talk about to strangers."

I think we was offended and slightly miffed so he went 
on to tell us about the baby thing and the sperm count 
and the fact that they had not been having as much sex, 
partly because Margret had slightly lost interest, but 
so had he. He did say that he couldn't ever look for 
another woman as he couldn't two-time her. I was 
pleased to hear it.

It was well after 2.30 am when we finished our fourth 
bottle of Chablis that night. Derek looked over at us, 
sitting together on the couch opposite and said, "Are 
you still doing things regularly?"

I answered that one and told him we were.

"How do you keep it interesting?"

Seth gave me "the look" and I just smiled and said, 
"This and that."

We were all very mellow when Derek again said, "What do 
you actually do?"

Seth suddenly said, "We fuck, where we can find a hole 
to fuck, just like you and Margret, except we have the 
flexibility of taking turn around."

Derek absorbed that one and we both noticed him 
adjusting the front of his jeans. He was turned on.

"Don't you ever look at anyone else?" he asked.

"All the time," I coolly responded.

"Don't you get jealous of each other then?" he 
continued.

"Not if we share the person we both fancy," I answered 
without actually thinking.

The ensuing reaction and detailed questioning became 
rather embarrassing as I tried some damage limitation, 
suggesting it was only an isolated time or two.

He still let out an amazed, "Wow, you sluts!" a smile 
widening across his face.

It was time to go so we made our excuses and left.


A lot of conversation followed between us, about Derek. 
We decided he was just a little lost and randy and was 
seeking solace in people close to him. We decided it 
was Margret we should feel sorry for. We could not even 
pursue Derek's curiosity out of respect for her.

That was until the day I saw the plumber back at Margret 
and Derek's house for the second time that week. When I 
saw her, I asked if they had some problems and she said 
it was a leak in the bathroom. Strangely, when I asked 
Derek if they had managed to get the leak sorted, he 
said it had been repaired three weeks previously. The 
plumber next visit the following Monday, started to 
raise my curiosity. Sometimes working from home can be 
a curse!

I walked out and around to the back of the house, then 
down the service lane and, sure enough, their bedroom 
curtains were almost closed. As I looked again from 
behind a tree, a hunky, hairy plumber, naked to the 
waist, reached up and closed them fully. Margret was 
getting her satisfaction elsewhere.

When I told Seth, he smiled and said, "That changes 
the rules doesn't it?" His wicked grin suggested we 
should, perhaps, push Derek's curiosity.

Of course nothing did happen. I didn't see the 
plumber's van again though I did see a dark saloon car 
parked near her house and what looked like the same guy 
going inside, on a couple of other occasions. Margret 
seemed much perkier than usual but, having seen the 
plumber, I would have been perkier if he had been 
sticking his cock into me on a regular basis. Derek was 
happier because Margret was happier and we weren't going 
to spill the beans.

Derek heard that we had been using a gym in the town 
centre and said he was thinking of moving to it. We 
arranged for a guest pass and he came with us. After 
our exercises I was aware, in the showers, that Derek 
was taking an interest in me while I soaped. Seth was 
already getting dressed. 

We showered alongside each other and Derek suddenly 
said, "Do you take Seth or the other way around?"

I was slightly taken aback but told him that I usually 
took Seth.

"He seems well blessed so how can you get it all inside 
you?" he continued while washing away quite 
nonchalantly.

"Patience and experience," I said. "I can take a lot 
bigger than Seth if I have to."

Derek looked down at his cock and cupped his hands under 
his balls to make it rise up. "Even this, if you had 
to?"

"Particularly that if I had to," I said smiling.

"Slut," he said with a smile and changed the 
conversation around to whether we should go for drink 
afterwards.

We ended up in a semi-gay bar where many local gays met 
for a drink on weekday evenings. The gayness wasn't 
that obvious so we weren't troubled at taking Derek. 
After a few pints, Derek went to the toilet and I 
updated Seth on the conversation in the showers. When 
Derek returned, he sat down with a smirk on his face.

"Christ you gays are well blessed," he said. "The guy 
next to me at the urinals flashed a fucking massive 
dick at me, brick hard as well. Nice to see I can pull 
both sexes." He looked over at me and said," And I bet 
you would have had problems taking his cock up your 
arse." He then nodded to the guy coming out of the 
toilets.

I looked across at the attractive thirty-something 
coming out and smiled as I glanced over at Seth, then 
Derek and said, "I have!"

Derek spluttered, "You two are just too much."

The odd innuendo on evening sessions with him and 
Margret was all that followed. We saw little further 
evidence of Margret's plumber fling but her constant 
good nature suggested he was still keeping her happy 
and Derek, from what he said, was still not getting 
enough.

A hen party for one of Margret's old schoolmates took 
her to Dublin for three nights and prompted a 
suggestion from Derek that we have a wild lad's weekend 
at home. His emphasis at the two words "wild" and 
"lads" suggested to me that he wanted to tease his 
sexuality further. 

Seth was a bit awkward at first. "What happens if we 
end up naked in bed with him? And then what happens 
afterwards?"

"You know Seth," I said, "I'm so fucking hot to have 
his cock in me that I don't fucking care."

"Randy cunt," he said with a smile.

Night one, Friday, went as most drunken lad's night do 
and we ended up, after a pub crawl, back at ours. All 
slouched on relevant couches and talking about life. We 
found out that Derek had gone to a well heeled boarding 
school and he told us that, though there were many 
gays he had never indulged as it hadn't been his 
scene. After a suitably long and embarrassed silence he 
then told us, his attitude had changed. In what way, we 
didn't know!

"How many guys have fucked you?" he suddenly asked me.

"Don't know, probably around 60," I said.

"Holy shit," he responded.

"How many guys have you fucked?" he asked Seth.

"Around 60," he said, "but I have sex with many more 
whom I haven't fucked."

"Jeesus Christ and here's me thinking having 10 women 
was amazing and daring. I'm missing out somewhere and 
certainly now when Margret thinks sex is a once a month 
thing!" he said.

He started to ask a few more personal questions about 
how I kept it clean for fucking and both Seth and I 
got a very clear feeling that that was one of his 
aversions had clearly been swept away. At around 1.00am 
he clambered to his feet and said he was horny and 
going to bed and with that, he stumbled out of the 
door, leaving Seth and I with brick hard erections and 
the need for some quick mutual masturbation.

He invited himself for supper the following night and 
though we did not want to push him towards sex (and 
suffer recriminations when his guilty conscience kicked 
in), we were determined to be slightly more proactive 
and responsive to his questions this time.

After dinner, beer and wine, we ended up in an almost 
identical scenario on the couches. Derek nursed a Remy 
Martin and pointed out that he had had to wank twice 
the previous night.

"Margret's away and you two can fuck each other whereas 
all I have is this," he said holding up his right hand.

"Oh poor Derek. If we had known, we would have helped 
you," I said.

"Yeh a real dick in you would have made you less 
cocky," he slurred.

"Did you fuck last night?" he then asked quietly.

"Yes," Seth lied, "he took my cock right in him and I 
shot gallons of cum up his arse."

We both saw the lump grow in Derek's jeans and he made 
no attempt to cover it.

"I bet that looked awesome," he said. "I would love to 
see you at it."

Silence ensued.

"Have you ever done it in front of someone?" he asked.

"Yes and also in a group," said Seth.

"Fucking Hell... I don't suppose...?" his voice faded.

"Don't suppose what Derek. What is it you want to see? 
What do you want us to do Derek? Tell us?" I blurted the 
words out.

"No it's pervy," he said. Then he quietly continued 
with, "I just thought it would be awesome to see you 
two actually doing it. At school, I never had any of 
the gays but sometimes I could hear them having each 
other after lights out and I used to lie in bed and 
quietly wank, wondering what gays actually did. I 
would try to time cumming to when I heard them groaning 
and I knew they were cumming too but I never did 
anything else."

"We do something, you don't cast it up and you don't go 
all saintly on us because it's you asking us and not us 
gays asking you." I said

"Would you, honestly? Fucking Ace! It would so turn me 
on and, you never know, I might even get excited enough 
to do something if you would let me."

I quietly thought, "That's what we're hoping too."

We were already well-prepared for sex on the off 
chance, so when Seth took me and started kissing me as 
we stood in front of Derek, I was horny as Hell. Seth 
was breathing heavily, his tongue down my throat and 
his hands all over me. He pulled my t-shirt out and 
lifted it up to suck my nipples. It was pulled over my 
head and he unclipped my belt. I pulled Seth's top off 
to bring his to the same state of undress as I was. 

We had choreographed well with shoes and socks being 
discarded next. Seth knelt in front of me and unzipped 
my jeans. He opened them discreetly pulled down the 
front of my white Armani's and took my cock in his 
mouth, ensuring that Derek couldn't see it.

Derek was wriggling on the sofa trying hard to see my 
cock but Seth ensured his mouth covered it all. Derek 
was openly gripping his very visible erection. My jeans 
slipped to my ankles on their own and Seth stood up 
and slipped off his own, leaving us both naked except 
for white briefs. Our cocks were both straining.

"It would help us both, if you relaxed and felt free to 
expose your own cock," said Seth.

Derek grunted a non-committal response which sounded 
like, "maybe."

Seth pushed me to my knees on the edge of the sofa in 
a doggy position and pulled my briefs down to expose my 
arse. He buried his mouth into me and started to lick 
me out. His tongue entered me and I had to grip my own 
cock and stroke gently as I was so horny. My briefs 
were removed and Seth rolled me out, flat on the 
floor, my six inches sticking proudly and firmly 
straight upwards. He slid his mouth fully over it, 
slipping the foreskin back as he did so then licking 
down to lick my balls.

The sharp outtake of breath made me look over to see 
Derek's jeans around his thighs along with his blue 
boxers and a very sizeable erection in his hand. Seth 
saw it too.

"Don't you dare fucking cum until we're done and we 
don't fancy fucking in front of a spent audience, ok?" 
said Shane.

"Don't worry," said Derek, "I can spin it out for hours.

"Just long enough to fuck me," I thought.

Seth pulled off his briefs and sat astride me, defying 
natural law by trying to push his extremely hard cock 
downwards and into my mouth. I sat up and engulfed the 
head. His sweet tasting pre-cum assailed my taste buds 
and left a trail from my mouth each time it slipped 
out.

"Some size of a cock Seth," said Derek, nodding in the 
direction of Seth's eight inches.

He was right, of course. One thing I loved was Seth's 
big cock which more than satisfied my desire for size 
of cock, if not for quantity of cocks! By now, Seth 
had slid down over my prone body and was sucking my 
dick again while I lay back, my hands behind my head. 
Derek had pulled his jeans and shorts off and was 
stroking his cock on the sofa. 

"Would anyone suck mine?" I heard him say.

"Bring it here," I said as he rose from the sofa to 
kneel facing the top of my head, placing his balls on 
my face and his wonderful cock, at last, entered my 
mouth. 

It was smaller that Seth's in length but the width, 
that wonderful width. It was almost a rectangle, so 
bulk was it's width to length ratio. I figured he was 
just short of seven inches but so, so thick. He, too 
had foreskin, as did Seth and I, and the skin had 
peeled partially back to reveal the pink head like a 
flower waiting to blossom. My tongue was in behind his 
skin and the faint musky smell of man hit me. He had 
obviously been clean earlier but his few trips to 
relieve himself had left a trace of manliness which was 
addictive. I giggled inwardly when I thought of the 
number of cock washes Seth and I had done that night 
"just in case."

"That's fucking brilliant," he said as I used my 
expertise to get him hotter still. "You're the first 
guy to touch my cock and certainly the first to suck 
it."

Seth leaned upwards and shared Derek's cock with me. 
Both out mouths shared licking the sides and we took 
turns in sucking it in its entirety. I then took to 
ball-licking. His hairy balls were bigger and heavier 
than Seth's as they lay on my face and my tongue 
enjoyed exploring them.

"Let me see Shane being fucked," he said. "I so want to 
see a guy being fucked."

I so wanted to let him see be being fucked too!

Seth decided on doggy fashion. I knelt on all fours as 
he lubricated my arse slowly. Derek knelt to my side 
watching his every move. Seth handed him the lube and 
pointed to my arse. Derek squirted some on his finger 
and gently worked first one, then two fingers into my 
arse. I was in Heaven.

"That is awesome," said Derek.

Seth handed Derek the lubricant and asked him to spread 
it on his cock. After a moment's hesitation, he did. We 
didn't use condoms with each other so this was going to 
be a bareback entry. Seth persuaded Derek to slide 
under me, his head between my legs and a perfect view 
of entry. This meant I had full access to his wonderful 
thick cock with my mouth. Seth slowly entered me to a 
chorus of gasps from Derek. I wasn't sure if it was what 
he was seeing or what I was doing to his cock with my 
mouth.

It must have looked amazing to him to see Seth's big 
cock slide fully in and out of my hole, pulling the 
flesh around my ring with it on each exit and back in 
with each entry. He held my hips as he thrust in and 
out and I gave Derek's cock a full service with my 
mouth, slowing when I felt him head for climax and 
speeding up when he wasn't. He was shuddering with 
excitement.

Seth and I stayed locked with Derek's cock in my mouth, 
for a round 5 minutes before Seth withdrew his cock 
and stood up. "You now, Derek," he said.

"I've never... I don't know if I..." he spluttered his 
half hearted excuses for NOT doing it.

"For Christ's sake, fuck me!" I said.

Like a meek lamb, he crawled behind me where Seth 
handed him a condom, took his cock in hand and lubed 
it, before taking the opened condom back and gently 
rolling over his thick dick. He then lubed the latex 
covered flesh and aimed it at my hole with his own hand 
(something that always turned him on). Derek took my 
hips in hand and started to push in. I felt my arse 
really stretch with this monster and it took about four 
attempts before the head of it reached the point of no 
return and he slid into my arse. 

As this thick tube made its way upwards, it almost took 
my breath away. It felt at though it was never going to 
stop and even though I had been finger stretched and 
cock stretched, it was still quite a colossal amount of 
man flesh to take.

"Oh my God, oh my God," he kept saying as his upwards 
thrust was replaced with its first pull back and the 
real fucking began. 

It was one Hell of a fucking. Derek had been holding 
back for some time I think, as he really threw all 
caution to the wind. He gripped my hips so hard I had 
bruising for a few days afterwards, and he started 
hammering at my arse. 

Seth was attempting to rim him as he did it but such 
was the speed of his fucking that I felt sure he would 
get a broken nose if he kept up the attempt. Everything 
was ignored by Derek except whatever sensations was 
powering up his cock and I knew he was going to shoot 
his load inside me.

His orgasm was almost frightening and if his wife had 
been at home she would have heard it two houses away. 
When he came, the thrusts were violent probes, with 
second-short silences before another two, or three 
short thrusts inside my arse. He slid off and rolled on 
to his back, his cock still erect and the condom, its 
exceptionally full load, dragging the sac at the top to 
the side. He left it there, looking lusciously sexy as 
Seth, once more entered me.

There is nothing Seth loves more than fucking my well 
fucked bum so his onslaught didn't last too long. I 
gripped my own cock and jerked it a few times waiting 
for Seth's orgasm which was quick and explosive. His 
warm spurts of cum jetted into me giving me that 
wonderful warm feeling only a healthy load of sperm can 
give. When he finished, I rolled on to my back and 
finished myself off spraying a healthy coating of my 
own seed straight into Derek's shocked face.

"Another first for him," I thought.

There was little embarrassment afterwards and in fact 
we stayed naked for some time and Derek let me suck him 
off later which was a lot more leisurely and extremely 
selfish and enjoyable. He stayed the night and slept 
between us and we had another, non-fucking session in 
the morning.

"Where does this leave me now?" he said over breakfast.

"That's easy," I said. "You're a married man with a 
lovely wife who loves some man sex now and then and can 
get it on tap when he fancies it."

"Mmm, that's sounds about right," he said.