THE STAG NIGHT

By kewtieboy



This story of having sex with both my boyfriend and a straight friend of ours while they both slept is true and still excites me even now!


I had lived with Alistair for around 9 years and we had enjoyed our relationship. We were close but had enjoyed some sexual fun both in threesomes and, as we both travelled separately away from home in our respective jobs, we had soame sexual fun on our own. We used these experiences to heighten our sexual experiences together. I was never much of a predator (usually waiting for someone else to make the first move) but he was amazingly forward in pursuing people when he fancied them. This had resulted in some unusual subjects for threesomes including quite clearly heterosexual, married men.

During one of our “kiss and tell” sex sessions, he confessed that he had met a married guy and had had sex with him. The sex had been pretty ordinary and with no actual fucking either way. He was “straight” and in fact had a fiancée. Though he told me they had only had sex once, Charlie, as he was called, started calling round to see us. It was kind of odd as he showed no signs of wanting sex and talked most of the time about his impending marriage. He was a plumber though, and extremely useful and we started acting like a heterosexual group of three lads, going out for a pint and talking football (which I hate). He would drop in and frequently found gay people around the house. On these occasions he would act extremely manly and talk about all the things men do when trying to convince others how straight they are.

He came back to our house after a boozy night out and after even more drinks, I managed to persuade him to take his cock out and got a little suck at it while Alistair watched. It was an uncut and unremarkable 6 inches or so but I found the brief encounter highly erotic probably because I had evened up the score with my other half. More drunken nights ensued and on each of them I got the feeling he was trying to get really drunk so that he could use it as an excuse to go further. Apart from some playful groping he would pull back at the last minute (guilty conscience I assume).

Something odd happened, however when he announced that he wanted to go on his stag night with just the two of us. Now whether he had had another lads’ night without us or not, I don’t know, but I saw the possibility of some fun coming up until he announced that the night would be the night before his wedding. Traditionally here in Scotland, stag nights are a few nights before the wedding day to allow the groom time to remove the red paint from his testicles and get back from being sent to the far corners of the UK with his hands tied behind his back!

The night was a serious drinking night and both he and Alistair were drinking heavily. I presume both thought this would lead to them ending up in bed. We staggered back to Charlie’s house and drank some more. At around 1.30 in the morning, Alistair, who was past caring about anything, announced he was going to sleep with Charlie and would probably fuck him. I was told that Charlie was “not up for a threesome.”