he ran back to the team I heard one call out "Hey, Adam! Who's that?"

"My new boyfriend!" replied Adam.

I blushed.

A few minutes later, my phone rang - it was Jeanie and she was not happy!

"I thought we were going shopping! Where the hell are you?"

Oh, dear, I had completely forgotten.

"I'm sorry, something's cropped up. I can't make it."

"Well you could have let me know! I've had enough of you messing me about. I know you weren't working away this week. I saw your car. Are you seeing another woman?"

"No, dear," I answered in all honesty.

"Well I've had it with you. Consider yourself dumped!" and rang off.

Was I devastated? No way!

After the match the three of us went for a pub lunch and had a great time together.

After that Adam and I went back to my flat where we spent the rest of the weekend with him showing me some of those other positions as he had promised. And, as our jobs permitted, we found we were spending more and more time in each other's company. And so we 'came out' at work.

Oh, no big dramatic announcements, it was just that the other guys could see we had some sort of special relationship, some special rapport.

Of course there was some gentle, almost affectionate, ribbing but mostly the guys were just pleased to be working with a pleasant, helpful, cheerful lad instead of the spoilt, selfish brat they had known.

Geoff said one day, "Well that spanking certainly worked with young Adam. I reckon my old man must have known a thing or two when he used to whop my arse."

I couldn't resist, "On the bare?", I asked. The thought of Geoff bare-arsed across his dad's knee was intriguing.

"Too right! And wipe that smirk off your face!"

"Yes, Sir." And dashed out of the office, but not before he had landed a whack on my bum.

A couple of weeks later, as Mr R and I were watching Adam play, I was bemoaning the fact that my rent was going up again.

"Well," said Mr R, "I've been thinking. It's daft you paying rent and I know Adam isn't happy at home while I'm rattling around in a three-bedroom house. Why don't you both move in with me? I could do with some help with the gardening anyway."

"What a great idea! I'll see what Adam says."

Needless to say, Adam jumped at the idea.

So we moved into Mr. Redbotham's house. Although he had his own room, Adam spends most nights in my double bed, cuddled up to me.

I suppose we are a sort of family; son, father and grandfather, or what the French would call a ménage a trois!

And we are all supremely happy.

Adam has two huge cocks to fill his insatiable young bum and two men who really care about him.

Mr. Redbotham has two gorgeous, but very different, bums to spank whenever necessary (and, let's face it, neither Adam nor I are the tidiest of young men) and which gratefully service his massive member together with the young male company which he has always craved.

And me? I reckon I've got the best deal of all - discipline whenever I need it (about once a week); a cock to stimulate the inside of my bum; a warm, willing receptacle to exercise