Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2020 05:24:30 +0200 (CEST)
From: jalaqi@tutanota.com
Subject: Flat Next Door     Gay Adult/Youth

Flat Next Door


I don't know what it is about the flat next door, but it seems to be a
total gorgeous magnet.  Whoever moves in there always is gorgeous. The
tenants usually last about a year and then move on.  Sometimes they last
longer.  They are nearly always immigrants who use the flat as a base to
save money and get their own house.  However, they are always just
beautiful, or at least there is one guy who is beautiful, mainly the
husband.  This is depressing, as there is always a wife.  The current
tenants had already been 8 months.  They had moved over here from southern
Russia. It was actually Tajikistan, but had been under the control of
Russia.  Those little countries are hard to keep track of.  The dad's name
was Konstantin, mum was Katya and they had a son called
Ilya. (Incidentally, I'm Bran.) Konstantin was tall and quite handsome in a
roguish way.  He was extremely affable and an excellent neighbour.  Katya
was quite small and seemed standoffish, though she was pretty, if you liked
that sort of thing.  She seemed to shriek at Konstantin and Ilya a fair
bit.  Ilya was eleven and unbelievably beautiful.  He was blond and
blue-eyed.  He had high cheekbones and a slight oriental cast to his eyes.
It was now Christmas season, when the weather was really stinking hot.  I
spent a lot of time in my pool cooling off, as did Plato, my crazy,
lolloping forever smiling, kelpie cross.  He was definitely kelpie, but my
vet and I were of the opinion that he was crossed with every other dog in
our area.  He and Ilya fell in love.  So, Ilya was at my place and in my
pool playing with Plato as often as I was.

Ilya looked terrific in his swim shorts.  They were thin white material and
hung loosely from his hips.  They clung to him nicely and highlighted his
arse and boy parts - which, incidentally, he took no pains to hide. I
frequently noticed this and Ilya noticed me noticing. He often turned this
way or that to better highlight his assets.  These manoeuvres were always
accompanied by a deliciously wicked and enticing smile.

One Saturday afternoon with the temperatures in the 40s, Ilya, Plato and I
were romping in the pool as usual.  Konstantin's head sprang up over the
fence and he gently called to me.  He asked if I would mind keeping an eye
on Ilya for a few hours as he and Katya had something urgent to do.  He
told me he would be some time and would return as soon as possible.  I told
him to take his time and if necessary, Ilya could stay the night.

Katya called out to Ilya something in a language I didn't understand (it
wasn't Russian and found out later it was called Shughni, sort of like
Persian) and he waved his hand at her, smiled and muttered "Fuck you,
bitch," under his breath.  I was genuinely shocked, but pretended not to
hear.  I would follow up on this with him later.  Meanwhile it was hot and
the water was cool.

Plato had decided he had had enough for the time being and clamoured out,
doing his usual plak-a-plak with his floppy ears, and giving Ilya and
myself a doggy-smelling shower. Ilya dived and swam through my legs.  It
was impossible not to notice that he rubbed my bits and pieces as he swam
through.  This was obviously deliberate. He surfaced and as he did so I
picked him up and sat him on the side of the pool.

"I am not saying I didn't like it," I told him, "But what the hell are you
doing?"

He fell forward into my arms and naturally hugged me around the neck.  My
hands slipped onto his back and one hand found itself supporting his
backside.  One of the fingers of that hand (the naughty finger with a mind
of its own) ran up and down his crack.  He giggled.  He wriggled out of my
arms and submerged.  He surfaced on the other side of the pool, laughed,
and threw his swim shorts onto the edge.  He was now obviously naked.

"Catch me if you can," he called out.

He dived under the water and I caught a glimpse of bare arse.  Ilya was a
good swimmer and moved like a dolphin.  He was fast but I caught up to
him. I tried unsuccessfully to catch hold of the slippery lad, but he was
too lithe and quick.  Quite accidentally I caught him by the boy bits and
underwater he turned around and grabbed me around the chest.  We surfaced
spluttering and trying to take deep breaths.  This was a little hard, as
Ilya had suctioned his mouth onto mine.

His leg had managed to rub against my cock and I was fully hard - not just
a little bit, but fully up there.  Ilya noticed.

"I knew you liked me," he whispered into my ear.

He had now disengaged his mouth from mine and I was revving.  The naughty
finger found his crack again.

"I could get into a lot of trouble for this," I told him.  "Your dad would
kill me, for a start."

Ilya laughed. "No, he won't.  He knows I like you and am trying to be with
you.  That's one reason why he left me here with you today.  The other is
he doesn't want me to see him and the bitch fighting. He doesn't think I
know, but she is going back to Tajikistan or probably Russia today. She's a
physicist. (I didn't know that.) She'll easily get work there.  I was
snooping around and found her ticket. She told me she was going on holiday
for a couple of weeks.  She's gone.  I know, because she cleaned out her
wardrobe, and you don't wear winter clothes for a summer holiday."

I looked at him in astonishment.

"You seem to be quite the detective, don't you?  And, you are sexy and
handsome."

He had the good grace to blush.  "Do you really think I'm sexy and
handsome? Do you want to do sexy things with me, then? I really want you
to."

I looked at the naked lad and knew without a doubt I wanted to "do sexy
things" with him.  The naughty finger had just moved to tickle his balls
when I heard a shout from the side gate which was always locked.  "Fuck!" I
thought.  It was Zac my neighbour's son.  She was a solo mum with a
14-year-old boy.  She was forever making me cakes and casseroles and
sending Zac over with them.  Zac was an extremely tall boy, about 195 cm
(6'5").  Whenever I saw Zac's mother to thank her, she always brushed me
off, telling me that my influence on her son was thanks enough. I had no
idea what she was talking about, because I would hardly call my chats about
schoolwork and sport influential. I would 'baby sit' him maybe once a week
because the law required it, (he was under age,) and I would attend his
sporting events.  I certainly eyed him off, though.  Whenever he came over,
he always had a cup of tea or coffee and sometimes a very wicked glass of
wine. We made small talk and he would go home.  I liked Zac.  I did often
wonder what was in his trousers and what its length was.  After all, he was
so tall.  He was very slim as well and when he wore shorts or track pants
or speedos there was always a beguiling bulge of an enticing, but
undiscernible dimension.  He had black hair. His eyes were black or so dark
brown it didn't matter.  He was (not surprisingly) a basketball player, and
so was quite fit.  It seems his mother thought I was some sort of father
figure to him, and she loved it that I would attend most of his games.
However, today I was not that keen to see Zac, I had smaller fish to fry,
or rather, to fuck.

I went around the side of the house and let Zac in through the gate.  Plato
made his usual unsuccessful attempt to escape and, in the ruckus, Zac was
bumped in the nuts by Plato's hard head.

Zac tried to hide the pain, but was not that successful.

"Fucking Plato! That hurt," he muttered.  I'd never heard him swear before.
It was oddly erotic.

"C'mon inside and I'll have a look... We don't want you injured for life."
Zac didn't object, and I was delighted.  I was finally going to see what
had been hidden from me for so long.  I thought I would need to buy Plato a
doggy treat.

"Go into my bedroom and drop your trou and underwear.  I'll be there in a
couple of secs."

He obediently trotted off without demur.  I thought I had better let Ilya
know what was happening, but I couldn't find him. He wasn't at the bottom
of the pool.  I mentally shrugged and thought he may have gone home for a
moment.  I returned inside to attend to Zac.  As I toddled towards my
bedroom, I heard the unmistakable boyish voice of Ilya saying, "Jesus
Christ, that's a big one..."  I also heard the reply, "You can touch it if
you want to..."It appeared that Ilya had gone into my en suite to shower
and came out moments after Zac had dropped his trousers.

Zac suddenly realised he might be in danger here.  He was 14 and Ilya was
11.  This could easily be a police matter.

"Better stop, Ilya, Bran might catch us."

"Too late, Zac, I have caught you."

Zac went into a flat spin.  He started begging me not to tell on him, he
wouldn't do it again, he'd never done it before, he would do anything I
asked, not to tell his mother and so on. It was all I could do to get him
to shut up.

"Zac, for chrissakes be quiet.  I am not going to tell on you.  No one
outside this room needs to know anything.  And Zac, I have to say, this is
a beauty."  I handled his 15cm (6 inch) flaccid, cut cock gently.  His
balls were well developed and hung low.  The weather was hot.  I felt his
balls and he winced when I used my hands on his left one.

"Aha, Plato has managed to give you a bit of a bruise on your left nut."
Throughout this process, Ilya had not removed his eyes from Zac's jewels.
He was still naked from his shower, and his spike was standing straight
up. I decided to give Ilya a bit of a lesson in male physiology and
pleasure. But first I had to really find out what Zac was doing here.

"Ahh, mum wanted to know if you would look after me tonight - I guess
that's out of the question now."  As he was under 16, he had to have a
sitter if he was going to be unsupervised after 10 pm. Such was the law.

I replied, "It's certainly not out of the question, and considering what
you and Ilya were about to get up to, you are more than welcome - provided
I can play too.  However, it will have to be here tonight, not your place,
because I have Ilya."  He kind of gave me a lopsided smile.  "There's the
phone. Give her a ring."

He did so and she naturally wanted to speak to me as well.

"Hello Natalie," I ventured. I had a feeling I wasn't going to get in more
than that. I was right.

"Bran, you are wonderful.  What would we do without you?  I have a seminar
I have to give because the boss suddenly came down with a bad case of
'I-don't-want-to-give-the-seminar-itis' and left me holding the baby.
Afterwards I have a date and if Zac stays with you, I can bring the hunk
home and get myself laid in my own bed. I won't have to worry about making
myself decent in the morning. Oh, and do please be gentle with Zac.  I
haven't heard that sort of excitement in his voice for a long time. I think
he's expecting you to shag him.  He totally loves you, you know. And he
said you have that little gorgeous sex pot Ilya with you as well. It looks
like you are going to have a long night. Oh well, enjoy and we'll talk
tomorrow or the next day.  Zac can stay tomorrow if you and he want. Good
talkin' to ya.  Bye."  She rang off before I could get a word in and left
me with my mouth agape.

"Bye, Nat," I said to the dead instrument. I put the receiver down.

She was some sort of psychologist or psychiatrist.  I think psychologist,
and I did know she did a type of forensic thing for the police. Profiling,
I think, I also knew she was very liberal in her views about all sorts of
issues, including sex.  She had told me that she thought being gay was
absolutely normal along with all other sexual combinations.  Her view was
if it is forbidden it becomes more desirable, and thus it is easier to get
hung up about it.  I might add, this had been a very short conversation a
couple of years ago, but from our phone, I'll say monologue because it
certainly wasn't a conversation, she hadn't changed her views.  In fact, it
looked like she was telling me to fuck her son.

I told the boy to either get his track pants back on or strip off
completely.  He looked at Ilya who said he only had his swimmers and they
were wet.  His spike had not wilted in the least and Zac had hardly taken
his eyes away from it.  He seemed a little more relaxed now after the shock
of being caught out with Ilya, but he still wasn't hard.  I decided that he
should be hard and grabbed him by the cock and told him I had decided he
should strip off.  While he was getting his tee shirt off, I started to
stroke his cock.  He started to firm up, much to the delight of Ilya who
had a smile from ear to ear.  Ilya was pulling at his own morsel so I took
his hand and wrapped it around Zac.  Ilya got the message loud and clear
and Zac went to heaven.  Ilya had a smile on his chops that virtually
circumnavigated his head.  When Zac started to whimper, I rather thought I
should warn Ilya to get out of the way.  I was about to do so when Zac let
go a load of such mammoth proportions it virtually covered Ilya from head
to toe.

"Wow", was all the little fellow could say. He then added, "That was great;
and it tastes fantastic." He started to use his fingers to wipe it from his
chest and lick it off them.  Zac had collapsed on my bed.  He was panting
hard. Ilya spotted more juice leaking from Zac's cock, and all 150cm
(4'11") of him was hanging off the end of Zac's tube trying to suck out the
final drops.  This caused Zac to jack-knife and totally cover Ilya with his
lanky frame.  He realised what he had done and lied down again but in doing
so he took Ilya with him.  It was lovely seeing the tiny Ilya lying on top
of the tall, fit Zac.  Zac kissed Ilya and thanked him by taking Ilya's
small spike into his mouth and giving it something of a serious tonguing.

I was horny myself now, having watched all this action, so I thought I
might join in.  I watched Ilya's pert little arse start to contract and I
knew he was about to have his orgasm.  I was sure it would be dry. I let my
naughty finger have its way and it simply traced a path down the little
fellow's crease.  He started to squeak and contract his cleft, but naughty
finger forced its way to his boy cunt and he started thrusting into Zac's
mouth.  He had his dry boy cum and fell forward onto Zac, and Zac did not
release Ilya's nail.  The little fellow started thrusting again.  I took
this to be a very positive sign and so did the naughty finger. It wiggled
itself just inside his little star and sent a message to my cock that given
a little time today, Ilya might be ready to go the whole hog.  My cock, and
indeed the rest of me, was in total agreement with the naughty finger.

By this time Ilya had come again. He fell off Zac onto the bed. He closed
his eyes for a moment and in a trice was asleep. I looked at him snuggled
up to Zac and I looked at Zac. Zac looked at me and demurely lowered his
eyes.

"Zac, I'm going to lie down as well. So, you scoot yourself and Ilya over."

I slipped out of my speedos and positioned myself next to Zac. I rather
roughly grabbed him by the jaw and turned his head towards me. I kissed him
hard and forced my tongue into his mouth. He responded in kind. Oh yes, he
certainly responded. As we were making out, my hand wandered down his
body. I found his arse and I was absolutely sure that this afternoon it was
going to be mine. My hand had wandered past Ilya as well.  It had brushed
past his boy bits and his cock was standing straight up. He woke up and he
looked at Zac and me sleepily.

"Are you going to fuck Zac now, Bran."

"Yes, I am, Ilya.  Wanna watch?"

His smile said it all.

"You're after Zac."

His smile became a little uncertain.

I smiled at him and pulled Zac to me. I gave him a deep kiss. My hands
wandered all over him. He was erect and wanting me. My finger found his
hole and penetrated. I groped around for the lube in the top drawer next
the bed. Our hips were constantly pushing into each other and we were
beginning to register red on the randy gauge. I lubed myself quickly
without removing my mouth from Zac's. I went to lube his arse, but thought
a little taste might be a propos of the moment. So, I nestled down under
his balls and licked his boy cunt. He nearly went through the roof. I
thought that this was going nicely to plan. Another couple of licks and I
lubed him. He was calling out my name, liberally sprinkled with "Oh
fucks". He stopped dead which was spooky. He just whispered to me, "Please
be my lover, please." He lied back and spread his legs for me to take him.
I thought I would take my chances now and I went for his rose. It was
butter with a hot knife. He was truly ready for me. I took his virginity
and started the rhythm of love. He was like velvet - hot velvet. He made
all the right moves. I played with his cock and his balls.  He was truly
engaged. His eyes rolled back and he came. He seemed to lose consciousness.
I thought he had shot buckets when Ilya had hold of his dick. This time he
shot megalitres. The contractions around my arse encased cock set me going
and whatever he shot out, I think I must have replenished. I thought my
arse was going to blow out from my cock, or at least I was going to lose a
ball. It was a terrific orgasm. I thought I might need to take more
cherries. I thought of Ilya.

However, Zac was starting to mutter.

"Zac baby, did you like that?"

"Do it to me again, please Bran. I love you, you know."

"Yes, I know," I responded and kissed him. "Yes, I know, and I love you
too. You are like my boy, like my son."

He grabbed me about the neck and just hung onto me in a cuddle that I
thought would never end. My hands never stopped caressing him. At one stage
I felt Ilya snuggle close and I felt him up. He joined in the cuddle. I
fingered his round backside and he tried to move in closer. Zac moved his
head and kissed Ilya. The little fellow responded and I thought it was time
to call time out and think about eating and drinking. I always feel the
need for water after sex. I also had to feed Plato, who was being
exceptionally and atypically patient. Two doggie treats for Plato, I put in
the Notes to Self section of my mind.

"OK you guys, time to eat. Not me, you bad boy," I chuckled.

Ilya had gone down on my cock.

"Not me!" He disengaged rolled over and dozed off again. I wished I could
doze off as easily.

I reached over to the phone next the bed and called for pizza. I quite
fancied the delivery guy who was always dressed in delicious whites. His
trousers always hung just right from his hips and accentuated his not
inconsiderable assets quite nicely.  (I am such a slut.)

"You like Kris, don't you?" stated Zac. The naked boy had sidled up to me,
pressed his cock on my dangling hand and rested his head on my shoulder.

"Who?" I questioned.

"Kris. Kris Konrad, the pizza kid. He goes to my school. Two years older
than me, though. He's really nice looking. I think he might like me. He
plays good basketball"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I've spoken to him - or really, he's spoken to me a couple of times
about you... you know being at my games and all that. He thought you were
my dad."

"And what did you tell him?"

"I told him you were, sort of."

"I'm glad you did."

I gave him a peck and ran my hand over his arse.

"We had better get something on or he'll have some strange thoughts about
us."

"Hmmm," smirked Zac, and pulled on his trackies.

The pizza duly arrived and Kris delivered it. His whites were immaculate
and his shirt was open from the neck to about the third button down. I
really looked at him. Actually, I really eyed him off and he was very aware
of my scrutiny. He smiled a smile that would melt concrete. It was still
stinking hot (as was Kris - but for stinking, read smoking) and I invited
him in for a drink.

"What would you like?" I asked.

"Just water thanks, Mr Breada." He pronounced my name wrongly, but who
cares.

"Just call me Bran, everyone does."

He gave me a very white smile. I almost heard a tooth go "ting" and a star
shine out.

"Thanks Bran," he all but simpered.

I needed to pay him so I tootled off to my bedroom to get my wallet where
Ilya was still asleep. He was stark naked and had a hard-on. I heard a
whoosh of breath behind me. It was Kris. He had followed along behind.

I quickly turned around and saw Kris adjusting his cock.

"Yoh Kris... I spy with my little eye something beginning with 'hard-on'."

Kris went beet red.

"He's cute, ain't he," I added. I leered at Kris's stiff dick. I then gave
it a squeeze. Cheeky, I know; but hey. Nothing ventured, nothing gained!
Kris didn't flinch.

"That's solid." I grinned.  "Give the kid a feel, if you want."

Kris looked at me as if I had two heads. I grabbed his hand and put it on
Ilya's stiff, little cock. Again, a whoosh of air escaped.

"Like that, do ya?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," was his somewhat breathless reply.

"Well?"

"That's nice," said Kris.

"Oh yes, it's nice alright. One of the nicest and hottest little cocks
around. It has a matching arse which is also worth a feel."

However, the bulge in his trousers certainly confirmed my observations
about Kris' take on Ilya's assets.  I gave it another squeeze and was
delighted to see his very positive reaction. He pushed into my hand. The
other hand which was not holding Ilya's bits went around my waist. I gave
his dick another squeeze and told him to come back when he felt like it,
and we would take care of matters.

"Come back tonight - I liked you holding my cock." Ilya was, not
surprisingly, awake. Kris chuckled and looked at me. I nodded and shrugged
at the same time.

"Show Kris your arse, Ilya," I suggested.

Ilya rolled onto his stomach and his rounded little arse was on full
display. Kris took a deep breath.

"Yoh!" he let out. Short and sharp. I pushed his hand onto the curvaceous
caboose. "Wow!" was his next exclamation.

I dug up my wallet and paid Kris, gave him a good tip, tweaked his cock
again and showed him to the door.

"See ya later Kris," I said.

"Sure Bran. Oh yeah, for sure." He drove off very happily.

By this time Zac had devoured nearly half the pizza.

Ilya wanted only a little and I too wasn't that hungry. Ilya and I finished
off what Zac had left and I threw out the box. Plato had scraps, gave us a
doggy smile and curled up in his basket.  I suggested bed and recommencing
where we left off.  This idea was met with approval from both boys. We
retired to my bedroom.

Ilya had not bothered to dress. In fact, he couldn't as he only had his wet
swimming shorts in the house. I watched him as he slid onto the bed and
wriggled a bit to get comfortable. I climbed on after him and grabbed him
on top of me. I was stiff in a moment and he seemed never to be in any
other state. Next came Zac who made himself perfectly at home next to us. I
pushed my arm under his neck and he snuggled into me.  I kissed him and he
responded immediately. He too had a weapon that was ready to fire at any
time. I told Ilya it was just about time.  I felt him tense a bit but I
started to gentle him with nonsense words and caress his body. I told him
to kiss my cock which he did, with tongue. I mentioned Zac's probably would
like a kiss too. It did. So, Ilya kissed it. I was now hot to trot and I
asked Ilya if he thought he was ready to go the whole way. He nodded a slow
yes and rolled off me onto his back. I kissed him full on and our tongues
played hockey. He seemed to relax and his arms went around my neck. Zac
knew not to join in for a while, but he kept some contact with me with his
body. Ilya became a hot, writhing, little imp. His wriggles stimulated my
dangly bits full on. His smooth silky skin was a delight to caress and his
arse was boy soft with an underlay of hard muscle. His cock skinned back by
itself and looked like it had been cut. His tits were totally kissable, so
I did. His tummy button was the same and I ran my tongue around it. All of
these movements were punctuated by Ilya's mewls and squeaks signalling his
delight. I inserted a finger and then two in his virginal rose. He lifted
up his arse to give me access.

"Is this what you want, little fellah?" I asked, pretty much knowing the
answer.

"Yeah," he panted back at me. "I want this in me now, please Bran." He was
panting as he grabbed my cock. "I really want it, now."

I thought to myself that it was definitely now time. I aimed at his
cherry. My cock played around the outside and he wriggled some more.

"It tickles, Bran", he gasped out.

I thought to myself that sensation wouldn't last long. I thrust in and he
froze for a moment as He suddenly realized his virginity was gone. He was
no longer just a boy, he was on the road to manhood. I started to pump. He
remained eerily still.

"What should I do Bran?" was his panting whisper to me. "I really like
this."

"You do what you want," I said to him. "Take what you want... if you want
me to do something, just tell me."

"Play with my dick, please but don't stop pushing into me."

I followed both instructions and Ilya all but purred. He was very happy.
It was obvious that Zac had boned again and I had a quick feel between
strokes. I grabbed Zac's hand and put it onto the little fellah's
equipment. Zac went to his allotted task with zest and enthusiasm. His
other arm was around Ilya's neck and Zac kissed him every few moments. That
was between my kisses of Ilya. Zac kissed me whenever he could get to me as
well.  I could feel Ilya begin to tense up and I thought he might be about
to have an orgasm. He was. His arse tightened around my cock and I could
feel a cum building in me. This was going to be very good. I could feel it
in my balls. Ilya arched his back and squealed. His little stalk was
jumping up and down. Zac went down on him and his little arse contracted
again around my cock. I unloaded. Again, I unloaded. And still I unloaded.
I wondered how much I had unloaded. After all, I had shot a goodly
injection into Zac. I kissed Ilya very deeply and rolled away from him so
as not to squash him. He hung on to me like a barnacle.  He looked bleary
eyed and his hair was mussed up something fierce. He was totally kissable
and fuckable. I was feeling terrific. I asked him how he was.

"That was wonderful and felt so good," was his reply. "But I'm real tired
now. I'll have a little sleep and we'll do it again. OK?"

I gave Zac a quick kiss and asked him if he wanted a swim. It was still
extremely hot and the sun was about to crash and burn. It's always a fast
sunset near the equator. In about 10 minutes we would be swimming in the
dark. Ilya was out like a light, but I whispered to him anyway we would be
in the pool. He stirred and went "hmmm-hmmm" and was immediately fast
asleep again. I just had to touch his dick, and I did. I really liked how
quickly he hardened, but he stayed asleep. Zac took it into his mouth for a
couple of moments. Zac and I wandered outside and decided to skinny-dip. We
had just slipped into the water in the orange and black dusk when I heard
my gate rattle. I was just about to muster up a really good feel of Zac.

"Bugger," I thought, "Who now?"

I clamoured out from the water and noiselessly stuck my head around the
corner of the house.

"Ah Bran," came an accented voice. I loved how Konstantin rolled his r's. I
loved how he rolled his arse too, but that was another story.

"OK Konstantin. You'll just need to wait a moment for me to get decent."

"Don't worry about clothes - I'll join you."

"OK," I drawled. "Zac and I are in the pool and Ilya's asleep."

"The pool sounds great and Ilya asleep even better... how did you do
it. No! Don't tell me... let me tell you."

By this time, I had the gate open, and Konstantin was divesting himself of
his clothes. In the half-light he looked just fine, and I mean just lustily
fine. I nearly tripped over my tongue.

"Let me tell you," he continued. He had a terrific laugh and he let it off
its leash now. "You fucked Ilya until his eyes were crossed, rolled off him
and let him just go to sleep. Did he enjoy?"

This was all a little too close to the truth for comfort. I kept an
uncomfortable silence.

"Oh, come on, tell me all. He will. And I know he just really wanted you to
fuck him... Why do you think he wears those white see-through swim shorts?"

Just to make things a little more intimate, he leaned close to me and
whispered, "I want you to fuck me too."

I had to ask myself if this afternoon and evening was just a dream. I
reached forward and touched his uncut cock. Nope, not a dream. We were at
the edge of the pool and Konstantin had not yet seen Zac. Zac just reached
up and gave Konstantin's nuts a tickle. I had to laugh at the height of the
jump Konstantin made. He landed with an unceremonious slap in the water.

"Jesus fuck me," he spluttered when he reached the surface. "What was
that?" He now saw Zac and made a lunge at him. Zac moved quickly and
Konstantin got another mouthful. This time he blew it out like a whale and
laughed and laughed. The three of us started a bit of roughhousing and
thoroughly enjoying ourselves. We were completely impolite and touched
places on the other guys where in polite company we weren't meant to
touch. We were getting tired and I finally called a halt. For some reason
we pulled together and had a three-way kiss. It was nice, especially as we
all felt each other's' stiff cocks. Zac was close, so I told him to cool
off a bit and we'd finish later.

"With Kon?" he asked innocently. He hadn't realised that Konstantin was not
one of my boyfriends.

"Errrr, that would be up to Konstantin."

"Well, he's got a great co... Oh, I see." The penny had finally dropped for
Zac.

"I'm sorry Kon... I thought you were a close friend of Bran... what with
Ilya being so open and... friendly." He finished weakly, suddenly realising
that Ilya's dad might not be quite open to how friendly Ilya had been. "I
think I'll shut up..."

He obviously hadn't overheard Kon's and my conversation of a few minutes
earlier.

Kon had a crooked smile on his chops, and Zac didn't notice much through
his own embarrassment. Kon silently slipped under the water and I spoke to
Zac just to reassure him that everything was OK. It was just enough to
distract him. A moment later Zac shot straight out of the water like a
torpedo with a yelp that would have woken a mummy.  Kon surfaced and had
the cheesiest grin I have ever seen.  I was laughing fit to burst, and Kon
was very pleased with himself.  Zac had of course come back to earth for an
almighty splash down, and was immediately attacked by Kon and me.  It was
totally unfair, and we loved it. Zac didn't appear to object very much
either. Well, in fact he didn't object at all. I really was quite tired
now, and so I thought time to clean up and think about beddie-byes, and
associated activities.

We hoofed it to the shower, and tried to fit in the three of us.  We made
it, but there was no way we could wash ourselves.  We were simply jammed
too close together.  I suggested we just let the water run over us, and
then one of us gets out, allowing the other two to scrub down and then one
gets out and the third one gets in.  I volunteered to be the first out, and
Kon and Zac had a reasonably intimate scrub. Then a good-natured scrap took
place between the two as to who was to be the next out.  I interceded and
decided it was Zac who got out and dried.  I told him he could make a nice
place for me on the bed, next to Ilya. He sloped off, and as he left, I
whispered to Konstantin that Zac had a really nice arse.  Zac must have
heard, as he gave his hindquarters a really wicked wiggle as he went out
the door. I had every intention of doing things to that arse again as soon
as possible.

Konstantin must have read my thoughts as he said that he had plans for that
arse which didn't include my cock, but certainly included his.  I gave his
tool a very quick tug and it stiffened nicely.  I rolled back his foreskin
and tickled the head.  It stiffened more.  I have to say Kon has very
substantial meat; I mean very substantial.  His cock had to be about 20 cm
and very fat.  My arse puckered when I thought of the battering that poor
little man cunt of mine would take when Kon tried to gain entry.

I was obviously looking at it with some sort of expression on my face,
though I'm not sure what.

"Katya hated my cock," Konstantin offered. "She said it was too big."

"Hmmmm," I replied quite thoughtfully. "We'll see a bit later."

Kon kissed me and I went into overdrive.  However, I did put on the brakes
and told him we had a couple of horny boys in there, ready just to fuck the
night away. He grunted and wandered off to the bedroom while I picked up
towels and threw them in the washing basket.

By the time I got into the bedroom Kon was making out with Zac. Zac
obviously wasn't fighting him off so I let them be and concentrated on
Ilya.  Ilya looked a bit dozy but was eyeing off his dad and Zac. I jumped
in beside him and pulled him to me.  His spike was as hard as, and I told
him he was going to be shagged.  It was up to him whether we fucked or made
love. He opted for making love.

My mouth was on his faster than a speeding bullet. Our tongues locked
together and I explored his mouth. He appeared to have perfect teeth and a
dancing tongue. (Incidentally, I'm a dentist and I can find fillings with
my tongue. I'm very teeth conscious!) Anyway, I was caressing Ilya's soft
body all the while and he was responding with enthusiasm. He grabbed my
cock and put it at his boy hole and forced me in with a jerk of his
hips. Again, I was in heaven. Zac and Konstantin stopped their shenanigans
and watched us for a moment. Kon leaned over and kissed me and then his
son. Zac stretched out beside us then slithered over to make Ilya and me a
sex sandwich with himself and Konstantin. Our close cuddle was just too
much and I came yet again, and fell on top of Ilya exhausted but warm and
loved.

Ilya was out for the count. I oozed off him and he was snoring quietly
underneath me. As I slinked off, he turned and cuddled into Zac. Zac was
pretty dozy and sort of unconsciously pulled Ilya into himself. He straight
away fell asleep. That left Konstantin and me awake. But looking at the
beautiful guy next to me, I thought he was nearly asleep too. I leaned over
and kissed him and he let out a long and delicious "hmmmmmmmmm", and
promptly fell asleep. I thought he had had a hard day and a terrific fuck
or two so I resigned my still horny self to a hand job, and just playing
with my sleeping buddies.

I had just brought myself to close to the edge when I heard the
unmistakeable choppa-chop of a VW beetle in my driveway. Happily, I have an
emperor sized bed and six adults can easily fit. The most I have ever had
in my bed has been three, that's me and two boys. But I had the feeling
tonight was going to be a five-in-the-bed night. That would be Kon, Ilya,
Zac, me and, hopefully, the Volksie driver, Kris.

I heard a very gentle tap at my front door. I was ready for it. I had a
towel around my middle just in case it wasn't Kris. However, it was
Kris. He came in and with no messing about gave me a real, gotta love it,
French kiss.

"Whoa," I let out a big breath.

"That's for letting me feel up Ilya. Feeling him up was just the best. Now
I just want more."

By this time I had my hand under Kris' shirt and feeling his soft skin. I
pulled him closer to me and whispered, more for effect than quietude, "And
you shall have more...  Lots more if you want it."

Well, needless to say, Kon and Ilya moved in with Plato and me. Plato was
totally overjoyed at having his own pet, Ilya. That sounds backwards, but
it was true. Whenever he felt like playtime, which was very frequent, Plato
had Ilya. Kris was so often at our house, his father, a grumpy old man,
asked if I wanted to keep him. I thought, 'Why the fuck not?' so I
did. Kris moved in and we became a little family together. He and Ilya had
a torrid relationship which included Zac. Though Zac didn't move in, he
might as well have. You know, one of those friends who is a permanent
resident but has left nearly all their clothes at home. His mother didn't
object. In fact, she was quite grateful. My home was big and rambly. It was
built in 1893. There were piles of rooms so nobody got under foot too
badly. Of course, Plato was the exception. He got under everybody's
feet. We were discreet. We had the occasional party where we invited
everyone we could think of.

Regardless, word leaked out we were a gay friendly household. This was
especially so after Katya divorced Konstantin. He and I married in a quiet
little ceremony consisting of about 350 people. It was a joyous fiesta that
lasted about three days, and the police only came twice. Second time we
invited them to join the festivities and they did. They really were
terrific dancers. One of them was from Ukrainian parents and could kick his
legs out in a hopak that he and Konstantin really exhausted themselves
with. There was more vodka and beer plus other innominate spirits, not to
mention a non-stop barbecue. I think we went through two spit roasted sheep
not to mention the untold mountains of bread and veg. Whoa!!! It was the
best party ever. and when Konstantin and I finally all but dropped of the
perch and consummated our marriage, we both went to sleep mid-fuck.

We were woken by the kids trying to get into bed with us and by the
blasting music still going on. This was about 5 am on day 2. We did try and
get things quietened down a bit to no avail.

 I had to do morning things. The three S's were top of the list. I wandered
into the huge family room. There were folks all over the place. It had the
sweet odour of sex wafting around. I just shrugged.

There were couples everywhere. I noticed the head of Natalie on the
shoulder of a stringy, but muscly cop with pants around his knees. I went
and had some coco pops.

I went back to my bed. The boys had now climbed in. They were asleep. I too
clamoured in. I felt up Ilya - stiff. I felt up Zac - stiff. I felt up Kris
- stiff.

I felt up my new husband – stiff. He opened his legs.

"Are you going to finish off what we started?" he asked in a voice dripping
with lust.

"Yeah," I replied.

With all the lads and my love in bed with me, I just knew that today was
going to be a fantastic day.

And it was.

The End.

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