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Life became more difficult, when I arrived home from school one day before Christmas, and found Ian chatting to a strange man in the living room. I entered and Ian introduced me to Martin, his boyfriend. Martin was younger then Ian, about 26 at the most. Ian had never mentioned Martin before to me, so it came as a surprise. Ian explained that Martin was in the army, and only came home when he had leave due. I felt discomforted at the thought of someone else “invading” this life, one that I had only recently gotten used to. The fact that the look on Martin’s face told me he saw me as an inconvenience made me feel worse. The introduction was done, and Martin turned and simply told me:
“Get the fuck out!” I left, as instructed, and went to my room. I fell on to my bed, and decided to lie there thinking about the turn of events. After a while, I got changed and decided it might be good idea to give them some space. After all, maybe Martin was just pissed at finding me here when he wanted time with Ian. I went downstairs, and entered the living room. What I saw left me speechless. Martin had Ian lying on a table with his legs up in the air, fucking him from behind. Ian looked over, as if to say “what”. I mumbled an excuse and fled. However it was only a momentary surprise. I suppose it was something that just hadn’t come as a shock, considering the stories Ian had told me about the sex acts he had performed. I grabbed my skateboard from the hall and headed for the park, in order to avoid returning to the house and interrupting my uncle and his lover. It was 9 p.m. before I returned home. Martin and Ian were just sitting in the living room talking when I came in. Ian beckoned me over. “Hope we didn’t freak you out straight boy”. I just nodded a no, and looked over at Martin, who was grinning away, enjoying my obvious discomfort. “First time you’ve seen two queers fuck. Oh well I wouldn’t worry, just watching wont turn you” he called out as he left the room to fetch 3 beers from the adjoining kitchen. He returned, and handed one to both Martin and I. Ian said he wanted Martin to get to know me better. We sat and drank, and smoked and chatted. The beer naturally loosened up my disposition and soon I was chatting away with my uncle and his boyfriend. After three, my head was light and Martin produced a joint. I gladly accepted – I hadn’t had a toke in months, as I had never seen Ian with weed. All three of us took it in turn to take hits from the joint, and by the time the second joint was finished I was mellow. Too mellow. Martin turned to Ian and nodded towards the TV and video, and Ian pressed play on the video beneath it. It stirred to life before my eyes, and a porno came on. I giggled, lying back in the sofa, and looked at it. It took me a minute to realise it was gay porn – I only realised as the camera panned out and the cock I had seen pistoning up and down was actually penetrating another mans arse. I giggled again; both the weed and the beer were definitely having an effect on me. I looked over and Ian was kissing Martin. Martin pulled away, and looked over at me. “Well he hasn’t ran off, so I guess he must be okay with us being gay”. I kind of giggled again and slurred “’Tis ok with me you know, so what”. Ian began kissing Martin again and groped his crotch. Even though it was two guys, the eroticism of the moment got to me, and I felt my cock swell up in my pants. Martin pulled away again and gestured towards my crotch, bringing the tent in my pants to my uncle’s attention. They came over and sat either side of me. The porno was still playing, and the moans of the guy being fucked charged through the room. I was transfixed on the screen, and before I knew it I felt two hands lifting my t-shirt up over my head, and pulling it off. My arms offered no resistance. I was so buzzed I was past caring. A hand came from each side and began to tweak my nipples, with two other hands rubbing across my smooth chest. I moaned softly, the stimulation forcing the involuntary sound. It was only moments later I felt Ian begin to run his tongue over my left nipple. The feeling was exquisite. Martin was more direct and brought his lips to mine. I opened my mouth and let my tongue meet his, as he kissed me deeply. My mind was telling me no, but the voice was drowned out by the weed buzz and pleasure combined. Martin pulled back “Seem to like that, don’t you?” I nodded languidly as Ian pulled up, and began to kiss me himself. A hand went down and unzipped me, and wound its way inside to feel my erect cock. Ian’s tongue explored my mouth, as the hand began to slowly stroke me through my underwear. Ian pulled back to pull off his t-shirt, as did Martin. Martin revealed a rippled, tanned torso that was just picture perfect. Even in my clouded state, I knew that a body like that took work. He wasn’t a muscle man, but there was not an ounce of extra flesh on him. He also had a tattoo on his left shoulder. It was some kind of large Celtic design that covered the back of his left shoulder. I looked at it in awe, and told him it was a “killer tattoo”. Both guys then unbuckled their belts and dropped their trousers – and pulled down their boxers, revealing two big cocks. I couldn’t stop staring. “Come on, off with yours” Ian instructed. I nervously stood up and unbuckled my jeans and followed their lead. Soon, two men and one boy were completely naked in front of each other. It didn’t take them long to resume their fondling of my body. I decided that if it were good enough for them, it was good enough for me, and copied their actions. Martin stroked my erection, and pulled back my foreskin. He stopped playing with my nipple, and unexpectedly placed his mouth around my cock. I sighed and relaxed further back into the sofa as he gently sucked me. “You like?” asked my uncle. I moaned in the affirmative. Ian smiled, and manoeuvred himself so as his hard on was pointing right at my face. He nodded at me, and I knew what he wanted. My mind recoiled. OK, do far all I had done was touch a guy, and yeah they had touched me. A gay guy was sucking my cock, but it didn’t make me queer. Guys got blowjobs off fags all the time. His mind was still resisting. If I did this, sucked this cock, things changed. As if he could read my mind, Ian put a small brown bottle under my nose and held my head, telling me to take deep sniffs. I did as he asked, and the poppers blew my mind. I was knocked over the edge, beyond caring. I tentatively put my mouth around my uncle’s thick, cut shaft and licked it. The warmth and the moisture felt good, and I worked a bit more into my mouth. Ian began a rhythm that I soon picked up on and I began to suck him off. He held the bottle under my nose again, giving me another blast and encouraged me to suck his dick. Martin was still attentively sucking my cock, a feeling that was driving me wild. Soon I felt a cold, slimy feeling making its way towards my ass. I felt a fingernail, and knew it must be Martin. He had lubed a finger and began to slowly work it into my ass. He reached the all-important muscle and pushed gently. I was so relaxed; my body offered little resistance, and soon his finger was inside my ass. The poppers, weed and beer had my head really fucked, and in a moment I shot a huge load of cum into Martins hot, soft mouth. Martin got up and kissed his partner, sharing my load. Ian soon pulled out of my mouth, and Martin proffered his cock to me. I couldn’t resist trying it – I’d sucked one cock, so I decided I really had nothing left to lose. Martin was uncut, and underneath his foreskin tasted kind of funky, but with my head in its current state I didn’t care. Martin pushed in deeper than Ian, and made me gag once or twice. He whispered to me, telling me what a good cocksucker I was. My cock had sprung up again, and I reached down to stroke it. I wondered where Uncle Ian had gone. I didn’t have to wonder for long, as he gently lifted my legs up, and slipped me into the position. He looked at me and told me not to worry. I knew then what he intended to do. Martin shoved his cock deep inside my mouth as Ian positioned his cock, and guided it towards its goal. In a moment I felt a huge cock slide into my already lubed ass. It hurt like hell, but still somehow I didn’t care. Ian stopped for a moment, giving my tight boy hole time to adjust to his size, and then began to push his dick inside me with slow gentle strokes. My cock, which had grown soft during the painful insertion, had sprung hard again with the stimulation. Martin gave me more poppers, which after inhalation made me suck his big cock like crazy. A moment later, I felt a hot sticky substance fill my mouth as he pulled his cock out, still spurting cum which landed on my face. Martin reached down, closed my open mouth, and told me to “swallow”. I did, and the substance slithered down my throat. Martin stood back as Ian humped me. I was jacking myself off and could feel Ian getting faster. Martin smiled: “You like that don’t you boy” “Oh yeah!” I groaned. “You don’t like queers still” I nodded no as I still was concentrating on an impending orgasm. “Are you a queer boy?” he demanded, with the tone of his military training showing through. Ian began humping me frantically and I was wanking hard. In the heat of the moment I exclaimed “YESSSS!!!!” and Ian began to fill me with cum, each hot splash coating my insides. It was so warm; I could feel it coating the inside of my bowels. It took me only moments too shoot my load onto my stomach. Ian leaned over me and licked the spunk droplets off my smooth chest. He smiled at Martin. I spent that night in bed with them. Before we slept, I took another load of cum in my ass from Ian, and one from Martin.
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