of all my friends was sucking him, wanking him and cumming over his chest. The thoughts were surprisingly erotic and so much so that I missed a whole ten minutes of conversation and only the distant sound of my good friend Graeme, repeating my name over and over again, brought me back to reality.

Nat was a flirtatious host and spent time sitting on knees, patting thighs and having his bum patted in return. He frequently made brief comments about our torrid relationship and of some of the things he loved to do and I noticed a number of the three couples present, adjusting the front of their pants as he spoke.

We drank way too much that night and in bed, Nat was again rampant. When I told him the reaction I had noticed in my friends, he shrugged and asked if it turned me on. I confessed it had. He then related an imaginary scenario in which all six of them fucked him on the dining table. My orgasm into his backside was overpowering, with the thoughts of that scene playing in my head.

I took some wonderful photos and videos of Nat and while doing so, also took some slightly less explicit ones, which still left little to the imagination. These consisted of shots in his briefs with an erection, one of his cock embedded in my hole with just the base of his cock showing and one with his belly covered in his cum, with just the top of his pubic hair showing. I showed them to Graeme and his boyfriend Laurie. They were both 36 and good looking guys. I had not had sex with either of them and in another world where I hadn’t befriended them, I would have happily had a threesome with them but it’s funny how friendship normally neutralises sexual urges. Somehow, however, with the arrival of Nat as an extra to this relationship, I was becoming excited by the prospect of him being seduced by them while I watched or joined in. I had seen both of them naked and soft on holiday and had heard them have sex in the next room. I had wanked off to the sounds of their coupling and suddenly, I now wanted sex with them and Nat. I had mixed feelings of guilt and fear as if I was embarking on some incestuous relationship but my cock knew no rules.

The event, when it happened, was a bit of an anti-climax in some ways. They had been round for a meal and we had had a little too much to drink. Nat was a bit hyperactive as he always was with booze in him, and started doing a semi strip when someone put “Big Spender” on the CD player. He stopped at his briefs and flirtingly sat on Laurie’s knee. I deliberately left the room for another drink and when I returned, I found Nat spread on the couch with his briefs at his ankles, Laurie sucking his hard cock and Graeme kissing him.

My arrival brought about a panic with the two lads, less so with Nat who just smiled and commented on the fact that he was “getting acquainted.”

“Guys, I hate to admit it to you, but the scenario I am looking at turns me on so please keep going,” I said.

Within ten minutes Nat was on the floor, Laurie had his finger in his arse, sucking his cock and Graeme was at his head, his hard cock in Nat’s mouth. Graeme was