insisted they stay until Julie telephoned.

By the time Julie DID phone, Ron was slurring and Stuart was snoring. He managed some kind of conversation before passing out. The guys sat quietly for about 30 minutes before realising the two guys were gone for the night and decided they had better get them into a more comfortable position before closing the house down and going home. Both guys were on the couch and the manhandling did absolutely nothing to waken them. At one stage, Luke actually smacked Ron on the face to waken him and didn’t even get a grunt.

Luke looked at Ray and said, “I wonder what my sister’s getting?”

At first Ray looked quizzical and then it dawned on him.

“We can’t,” he said.

“If they waken, we can say we were trying to get them to bed,” said Luke.

“Get the camera,” said Ray!!

Ray pulled out his slim digital camera as Luke started to unbutton Ron’s jeans. First the belt was slowly unclipped and the zip gently pulled down. His t-shirt was pulled up to expose a neat hairy trail upwards to his chest. Luke then gently tried to rock the jeans down Ron’s leg and Ron actually lifted his backside up to help, while still snoring happily. The boxer shorts wouldn’t have won him any points in a fashion parade so they too they were pulled down, and then the t-shirt was lifted to expose a hairy chest. Ron’s cock didn’t look too much. It was a soft heap of flesh with a longish foreskin and quite large balls sagging between his legs. Hair was copious and only served to make the cock look smaller. Luke dropped between Ron’s legs and started to suck the soft flesh. Nothing much happened as he sucked as best he could on the soft cock, letting it roll around in his mouth. He put his finger between Ron’s legs and gently probed his hole. He didn’t enter but just pressed around the anus. The cock stirred!

It took fully ten minutes before Luke was rewarded with a thick six inch cock standing hard as steel between Ron’s legs. Luke slipped his jeans of but kept his briefs on, his rigid member sticking out through the fly from of his Calvin Klein tight boxers. Still Ray filmed away but soon, he too stripped to his briefs. He put the camera to one side and turned his attention to Stuart who was snoring loudly.

Ray started to expose Stuart in a similar way to Ron. Thankfully he had track suit bottoms on, but pulling them down proved to be difficult as every time Ray tugged, Stuart half woke, swore and pulled them up, still sleeping. Ray then stretched the front down and exposed an already half hard cock. This one looked substantial. Ray licked the tip, pushing his tongue down the foreskin. The cock rose steadily to a full, long eight inches. It wasn’t as thick at Stuarts but was still a beautiful piece of manhood, rising out of a thick red bush. Next time when Ray tried to pull the trackies down, he lifted up and let him. His balls were soft, big and long. They hung in a couple of low sacs between his legs with bright red hair springing from everywhere. Ray’s mouth enveloped the cock and the snoring stopped to be replaced by a soft moan. Stuart obviously loved oral.

Within another five minutes the