FEBRUARY FROLICS -- An Adam and Greg Story
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This is not written as a sex story, but if it happens, it happens. Having got that all over and done with, sit back, get comfortable (whatever that means??) and enjoy yourselves.
Dad wanted to make an early start so that he could get the best part of a day's work in when we arrived at the holiday park, so we were awakened by him hammering on the bedroom door at 5.30am telling us that he wanted us to be on the road within the hour. The local drive- through McDonalds opened at 6.30 so we would stop off to pick up some breakfast. After our adventures the previous evening the bedroom smelled like a sex factory and the bed sheets were encrusted with our combined offerings. As Greg went into the shower to get the hot water running I quickly stripped the sheets from the bed and left them by the bedroom door so that I could put them in the washing machine and mum wouldn't have the evidence to come home to.
"Come on in, the water's good and hot now." Greg called. I joined him in the shower where I saw that his cock was standing to attention.
"Do you want me to take care of that for you?" I asked, reaching for it.
Greg quickly pushed my hand away and said, "Maybe not now, Adam, I'm still a little bit sore from last night." I nodded agreement. "That was some session we had," he added with a wicked grin.
"It certainly was," I said, "I'm still a bit tender myself, but isn't it odd how we still get hard after all that." We showered quickly and went back into the bedroom to get dressed. I opened the bedroom window to let in some fresh air and pulled on my socks and pants. We'd left out our travelling clothes the previous night and it only took a moment to pull them on. When I opened the bedroom door the smell of coffee drew me to the kitchen like a magnet, but then I remembered that I'd left our stiff bedding in the bedroom so I went back for it, but it was nowhere to be seen. "Greg, have you moved the bedding from where I left it?" I asked.
Greg shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. I ran back to the kitchen and realised that the washing machine was already on. When I looked through the glass door I could see that it was bed sheets inside, and as I turned round Dad came in from the hall. "Don't worry, Adam," he said. "I put them in there for you. He smiled conspiratorially as he added, "Couldn't leave them for Mum to come home to, could we?"
To say that I blushed is a BIG understatement. "Listen, Adam, there's no need to be embarrassed about it. Remember I was your age once." Dad said.
"Yea, but it's not quite the same is it?" I asked as Greg joined us in the kitchen.
"Boys, you have to understand that this is very new to Mum and me, and while I understand what so-called 'normal boys' get up to, it's best to keep as much of ... well ... that kind of thing from your Mum, and as you two are ... well ... together, I suppose you'll be ... well ... 'at it' more than other boys."
"DAD!" we chorused.
"Sorry, I mean Uncle Peter," Greg added.
"There's no need to make a meal of it Dad," I continued. "It's probably more embarrassing for us than it is for you, but I have to agree that Mum shouldn't be told too much, so I think in future we'll be clearing up after ourselves."
"Uncle Peter, is our being here making it difficult for you and Aunt Carrie? I don't want Grace and me to cause any trouble, and ... ...
"Greg, please put that idea right out of your head," Dad said, "we've known for a little while that Adam is gay and we knew that eventually he'd meet somebody that he wanted to be with. We just didn't expect it to happen quite so soon, but if Adam's happy -- and judging by that ear-splitting grin on his face he is -- then we're more than happy to have both you and Grace here, and a little bird tells me that Grace has fond a love interest too."
"How did you find out about that?" I asked.
"Jackie's mum phoned and said that Grace had been around there making herself at home, and speaking of Grace would you go and give her another shout please Greg - I called her at the same time as I called you so she should be awake."
"Not only awake but all present and correct, Uncle Peter," Grace said from the doorway as she dragged a huge suitcase into the kitchen.
"Grace, we're going for two weeks, not two years," I said.
"Well, a girl's got to look good," she said.
"Well as I was just saying to the boys, you seem to have eyes for Jackie at them moment."
Grace blushed a deep red, looked at Dad and said, "I didn't think you'd mind, Uncle Peter. After all Jackie IS Adam's best friend and you DO know him well."
"Grace, we don't mind at all. I was just having a little fun with you. Jackie is a great kid and he's like a second son to Aunt Carrie and me. Over the years he seemed to spend more time here than in his own house, and I don't expect that to change much now that you've set your cap at him."
We loaded all our stuff into Dad's four by four and I grabbed a couple of fleecy sleeping bags and threw them on to the back seat so that Greg and I could catch up on some of the sleep we'd missed the previous night. "Do you mind taking the front seat Grace?" I asked, "Then we can put the back seat down and catch up on some sleep."
"I see," Grace replied, "Busy during the night were we?"
"GRACE!" Greg admonished her, but blushing with guilt.
"Uncle Peter's not the only one who can have fun at someone else's expense, but to be serious Greg, I'm so glad you and Adam are together, I really am." The twins hugged as I went back indoors to grab Dad's suitcase and put it in the boot and to make sure there was nothing we'd forgotten, and as I checked the bedroom and idea entered my head. I quickly slipped my shoes and trousers off and removed my underpants. I was just zipping up again when Dad came in to make sure that all was well. I went back out to the car while Dad set the alarm and locked up. As I climbed into the back next to Greg, Grace turned around.
"Let me get this straight," she said with a conspiratorial look, "I'm riding shotgun next to Uncle Peter so that you two can put the back seat down and ... ... do unspeakable things under the sleeping bag, have I got that right?"
Greg and I were taken aback, but we had to agree with her. "In that case, you two are going to owe me at some time in the future when I want to get together with Jackie. Is that quite clear?"
"Are you trying to blackmail us?" Greg asked.
Greg and I looked at one another, nodded and said in unison just as Dad got into the car, "Deal."
"Oh, and what deal is this going on?" he asked.
"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies," Grace said with an innocent smile.
"I can see that having a step-daughter is going to take some getting used to." Dad remarked with a grin as he started the engine and headed for the nearest McDonald's.
We ate as Dad drove and when he stopped half an hour later to dump the rubbish and to buy a newspaper Greg and I used the opportunity to put the back seat down and zip the sleeping bags together. Grace tactfully said nothing but Dad did a double-take as he got back in the car and shook his head unbelievingly. "Too much bed and not enough sleep, that's your problem," he said, as he drove off again. We're going to be on the road for a good few hours so we'll stop for lunch somewhere at about noon."
Greg and I slipped off our shoes and snuggled together inside the sleeping bag and I soon felt his hand rubbing against my crotch. As I got harder he looked at me questioningly as he could obviously feel that something was different. The next thing I felt was my zip being opened and my hard cock slipped out through the opening into his hand. His eyebrows almost disappeared into his hair as he whispered, "What's this? I'm sure you put underpants on this morning."
I nodded, "I thought I'd surprise you. Did I do the wrong thing?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"What do you think?" he asked as he leaned in and kissed me, squeezing my cock as he did.
"Now then you two in the back," Dad said with a laugh in his voice, "I don't want you getting up to anything that would make Grace blush."
"No, we won't do anything that she hasn't done before," Greg said wickedly. Needless to say Grace blushed but refrained from comment. "But whatever we do," Greg continued in a whisper, "We'll have to do it quietly." I nodded and reached down to unsnap the waistband of my trousers. "What are you doing now?" Greg asked. I didn't answer but worked my trousers down and off so that they scrunched in the bottom of the sleeping bag, my socks going with them, leaving me naked from the waist down. I then unsnapped Greg's waistband and he worked them down with his pants and socks as I had, revealing his own hard cock to me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug, lips to lips, cock to cock and toes to toes. It was almost enough to make me cum as Greg's tongue explored every millimetre of my mouth. I could feel the slipperiness of our cocks wet with precum as Greg's right hand moved around to my butt and gripped my left cheek, then his finger slipped into the crack and slowly moved towards the entrance to my tunnel of love.
My breathing was becoming more and more laboured but fortunately the noise of the engine and the music on the car radio drowned out most of the noise, but it didn't stop Grace from glancing around at us, but her eyes opened wide as she jerked her head round to face the front again. Obviously she couldn't actually see what was going on, but as we were lip-locked and in a tight hug she probably had a pretty good idea.
I felt pressure from Greg's finger as he pushed against my rosebud and relaxed, just like it said in the stories I had read, and as I relaxed I felt his fingertip slip inside. "It's a fucking good job I haven't got my trousers on," I whispered, "they'd be soaking by now." Greg gave me a cheeky grin as he slipped his finger all the way in. I managed to stifle a squeal of delight but I felt my cock spurt a huge amount of precum over our pubes as I leaned forward and pressed my lips hard against Greg's as he opened his mouth to let my tongue inside.
I don't know how long we kissed for, but I knew from the wetness down below that Greg was leaking just as much as I was, and I knew that I had to have a taste of it. There was plenty of room in the sleeping bag so I broke off the kiss, gently pushed Greg away and slid down into the darkness and wrapped my hand around his slick cock and then took it into my mouth. My nose was resting in Greg's very wet pubes and the heady smell of our combined precum was quite something. I heard his sharp intake of breath as my lips wrapped around his cock and I gave his leg a warning pinch in case Grace or Dad twigged what I was doing. I felt Greg's fingers running through my hair and resumed my attentions to his cock. I slipped my right hand around behind him to see if he would let me slip a finger inside him as he had me, but as soon as I got anywhere near his pucker he clamped it up tight as a drum.
I could tell from Greg's breathing that he was getting close and then I felt him pulling hard on my hair as he shot his load into my mouth. I continued sucking until Greg began to wriggle in either agony or ecstasy so I let him go and slid back up into daylight and shared his load with him. I opened my eyes to stare straight into Grace's and saw that she was smirking. She knew exactly what had been going on but she just winked at me and turned around to face the front. She seemed to be on our side.
Within minutes Greg and I were asleep and I didn't wake up until Dad told us he was going to stop at the services for a break. Greg was still asleep, so I shook him awake and told him we'd be stopping soon. I managed to ferret around with my feet and found our trousers at the bottom of the sleeping bag and it wasn't until I was about to fasten them that I realised I had Greg's on, so we had to quickly swap them over. Greg whispered that he couldn't find his underpants but didn't seem overly concerned that he'd have to go commando.
First stop was the toilets and then we all met up in the café for coffee and sandwiches all round. Dad asked if we had slept well and when we said that we had, he muttered something about loud snoring to which Grace replied that Greg always snored. A fact that I had to agree with as he'd woken me up several times snoring gently in my ear. After refreshments we returned to the car and Dad drove into the filling station and tanked up while Greg and I put the back seat up for the remainder of the journey.
We arrived at the forest mid-afternoon and drove into the holiday village once Dad had shown his ID at the gate. We stopped off at the offices so Dad could let them know that he had arrived and to pick up the key to his chalet. We drove across the site and Dad dropped off his luggage and then we drove to the Bed and Breakfast where we would be staying. As we got out of the car and began unloading our luggage the front door opened and a man in his thirties came out to greet us.
"Hello, Peter," he said to Dad and came and gave him a hug. Dad was facing me and grimaced over the guy's shoulder. "Hi Sandy," he said. I want you to meet the kids. This is Adam, he's my son and these are my foster twins, Grace and Greg. This is Mr Adam Sanders." It was obvious from his demeanour that Mr Sanders was gay, but since I was expecting that I shouldn't have felt surprised, nor should I have felt slightly apprehensive.
"Hi kids," Mr Sanders said, "but can we please drop the Mr Sanders and call me Adam or Sandy, everybody does."
"I think we'd better make it Sandy, since we already have an Adam here," Grace said.
"Then Sandy it is, Grace. Now let me take you to you room, dear. Boys, why don't you wait for me in the lounge? I think Dan's in there, why don't you introduce yourselves?"
As I entered the Residents' Lounge the boy I found in there was about a year older than me, a little too tall, a little too thin, his mouth was a little too big, his nose a little crooked, his hair a little to long and his teeth a little uneven. But he was cute ... ... ... VERY cute, and he had this smell about him -- flowery like perfume but masculine and not at all sickly and his smile was an absolute knockout. He smiled as he held out his hand to shake, and when he smiled the room lit up and his eyes sparkled as he said, "Hi Adam. My name's Dan. I'm pleased to meet you ... very pleased."
"Pleased to meet you too, Dan," I replied, and as our hands made contact a chill went down my spine and my cock began to harden. Then when I looked down at our hands I could see the marks on the underside of his wrist which, I thought, could only mean one thing. I knew then that all had not been well in Dan's life.
Dan seemed unaware or unconcerned that I had noticed his scars as his eyes moved from my face and looked over my shoulder. "And you must be Greg." He said, letting go of my hand and moving to Greg. "I'm Dan, and I'm pleased to meet you, Greg. In fact I'm very pleased to meet both of you." It was pretty obvious that Dan was having the same effect on Greg as he had on me. I might as well not have been on the room as far as Greg was concerned. He only had eyes for Dan.
"Let me take you to your room, guys." Sandy said as he came back into the room. "Actually, maybe you could do that, Dan." Then he turned to us and said, "Dan is my only other guest at the moment and he's staying here on a sort of semi-permanent basis, but I'll let him explain that some other time."
"I'd be delighted to show the boys to their room." Dan said, "Number twelve?" He asked with a knowing smile.
Sandy also smiled knowingly as he said, "Sure, why not? As long as you guys don't mind sharing a Jack and Jill bathroom with Dan."
"What's a Jack and Jill bathroom?" Greg asked.
"It's where two bedrooms are built one either side of the bathroom, a bit like connecting rooms but with a bathroom in between." Sandy explained.
"I don't have a problem with that," I said, "You Greg?"
Greg shook his head, "No problem for me." He said.
As Dan took us through to our room it was pretty obvious that we were going through into the other part of the house. "Was this two houses originally?" I asked.
"Yea," Dan said, "Sandy inherited the other part of the house from an elderly relative who died, then when he came to look at it he saw that this house was up for sale so he bought this too and turned it into one big boarding house. It's quite handy really; he keeps this side for his gay clients whereas the straight and families stay in the other side. Of course, we all have breakfast in the same dining room, but at night things can get pretty hectic in this side and I don't think the families with young kids would appreciate it."
"Er ... what do you mean by hectic?" Greg asked as we approached the door to room twelve.
"Well, how can I put it?" Dan asked pensively. "Let's say that boys will be boys and the dress code is a little ... relaxed on this side of the house. We have our own TV lounge and during a particularly hot summer one exhibitionist decided to strip off and watch television in the nude. That set a precedent and the more adventurous among us often wander round naked, especially on a Friday night."
I looked at Greg and there was a mischievous smile playing around his lips as he asked the obvious question, "Why especially on a Friday night?"
"Well, Friday night is open-door night. Again, it's only for the more adventurous guests, and it is totally optional, but on a Friday night some guests leave their bedroom doors open all night and anyone who wants to stand and watch the goings-on is totally free to do so."
Greg and I stood there in stunned silence. "You mean ... ... ...?" was all I could say.
Dan nodded, "Yup, sometimes you can wander round and have three or four free live gay porn shows. Sometimes people who start as spectators just cant help themselves and I've seen couples going at it in the hallways while watching someone else in the bedroom."
"And this is every Friday?" I asked.
"Yup. I've been living here for four over six months now, and some guys just come and stay on Friday nights just to take part in 'Open Door Night'".
"So that means we have three days to wait before it all happens again." I said.
"Yea," Dan said, "but don't forget we can all wander around naked any time before that."
"And do you do that?" I asked.
"All the time," Dan said, as he turned the knob and opened the door to room twelve. "Here you go," he said.
Room twelve was a large, bright, airy room with a huge double bed against the far wall. There was a large wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a TV on a stand in the corner of the room at the bottom of the bed. There was also a desk with computer point and an office chair. There was also a large armchair and there were several rugs dotted about the polished wood floor. "This leads into the bathroom," Dan said as he took us through a door to the left, "and it leads through to my room," he added as he led us through a door at the other end of the bathroom.
Dan's room was a similar size and style to ours, but he had quite a few of his own belongings in there including a laptop computer on his desk. "I have WIFI on my computer, but if you don't have that you can plug it into the wall and get free internet access."
"Dan, can I ask you why you live here?" asked Greg. Dan's face reddened and he looked down at his feet. "Of course, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he added.
Dan's head shot up, "No, you should know if we're going to be friends." He said. "Come and sit on the bed and I'll tell you."
We all slipped our shoes off and sat cross-legged in a triangle on Dan's bed as Dan began his story. "About nine months ago I realised I was gay. Well, that's not quite true. I knew I was gay a long time before that, but it was only nine months ago that I admitted it to myself. I was fairly comfortable with it and I told my best friend Jeff, and although he was shocked at first he soon got used to it and everything was fine. In fact he took it so well that I hoped my parents would react in the same way, but when I told them I soon realised that I had made a big mistake. Mum kept very quiet, but Dad started saying that I was too young to know my own mind, and that it was just a phase that I was going through. He accused Jeff of turning me gay, but I told him that Jeff was straight and it was nothing to do with him. A couple of days later Jeff phoned me and told me that my Dad had phoned his parents and accused Jeff of being gay and turning me the same way. Jeff managed to convince his parents that he was straight, but that they had told him to have nothing more to do with me. So there I was, I'd lost my best friend and my parents thought I was going through a freakish phase. I tried a few times to convince them that I really was gay but they wouldn't take any notice. And then I met Jeff in the street and he wouldn't come near me. He just said he didn't want to know me any more because he'd lose his parents' trust if he did. I was so depressed that I went home, filled the bath and grabbed my Dad's razor. When the bath was full I climbed in and cut my right wrist. The blood made such pretty patterns in the bath water, and when I cut my left one it was the same. I began to feel faint and I must have passed out. I think I would have succeeded in killing myself if my Dad hadn't come home dying to pee. I could hear him pounding on the door in the distance but I couldn't have got out of the bath if I'd tried. Eventually he broke the door down and found me, and the next think I knew was waking up in hospital with Jeff by my side and my wrists heavily bandaged. I felt like shit, but it was great to see Jeff beside me. I don't think he realised I was awake, but when I tried to speak all I managed was a croak. Jeff jumped up and called the nurse then came to me and grabbed one of my hands. When the nurse arrived she grabbed my chart and made a note and I croaked at her trying to say that I needed a drink. She seemed to understand and came back with a jug of water and a plastic beaker. After I'd drunk half of it I managed to speak a little. I squeezed Jeff's hand and told him I was glad to see him. He told me that my Mother had been at my bedside for two days and had only just agreed to go home and shower and change her clothes and would be back soon. He also said that Dad had popped in twice. I asked him how come he was here after what his parents had said. He told me that when they found out what I'd done they agreed to let him come and see me. I asked them what they'd think if the saw him holding my hand. He made as if to pull it away, but I'd regained enough strength to put up a little resistance. 'Fuck what they'd say,' he said, 'a best friend is a best friend, gay straight or any other way.' And then he apologised for cutting me in the street."
"Hey, I'm talking so much I need a drink. Anybody else want a Pepsi?" Jeff and I both said yes and Dan went to get them.
"Isn't he gorgeous!!" Greg said as he left the room.
"You said it," I replied, "I can't wait to catch him in the shower."
"Of course, we could always invite him to share the bed with us," Greg replied raising his eyebrows.
"Do you think he would?" I asked.
"Do you think I'd what?" Dan asked as he returned with three cans of Pepsi.
"Oh, nothing," Greg and I said together.
"Shame," Dan said, "I hoped you were talking about me.
"Well ... we were, actually," Greg confessed.
"I'd have been disappointed otherwise," Dan said with a grin, "now what were you hoping I'd do?"
"I'll make a deal with you," I replied, "You finish your story and I'll tell you what it was."
"Deal," Dan said handing out the drinks and re-crossing his legs on the bed.
"Where was I? Oh yes, just as Jeff and I were catching up my Mum walked in and came straight and gave me a hug. She told me she was relieved that I was conscious and then proceeded to tell me that I had frightened the life out of her and Dad. I said maybe now they'd believe that I really was gay and get used to the fact. Mum looked at the way Jeff and I were holding hands but he soon put her straight and she was OK after that, but she told me that Dad wasn't happy with the situation and said that if I really was gay he didn't want to have me in the house, but that he'd be in later and tell me more then. Jeff said that he had to get home but he would be in to see me after school the following day. Mum sat with me making small talk and carefully avoiding the gay issue. About an hour later Dad came in and came straight to the point. He asked me if I was persisting in 'this stupidity' as he called it. I told him it wasn't stupid and that I was definitely gay so he dropped the bombshell and said that I'd have to move out. I asked him where he expected me to go and he told me that he'd made arrangements for me to live with one of his customers -- he's a greengrocer by the way -- and that this customer was gay and had a boarding house, and that's how I came to be here. To be honest, it's probably the best thing he's ever done for me. Sandy, Liz and Cassie are like family to me."
"Who are Liz and Cassie?" I asked.
"Oh, you haven't met the hired help then," he said, "Lizzie the Lezzie does all the cooking and some of the cleaning here. Her partner, Cassie is the chambermaid and also helps with the cleaning. They're here in the mornings and sometimes in the afternoons if it's busy. They live on a narrowboat on the river at the end of the garden. As a result of being here, I've mixed will lots of gay guys and I've slept with some of them, singles and partners, and they've taught me quite a lot. Of course, Sandy's always kept an eye on things and steered me in the right direction as regards partners and he's always made sure that I had condoms and lube so I'd be safe and wouldn't damage myself. Actually, I wouldn't mind having a bit of fun with him, but I think he feels more like a parent towards me. Now, a deal's a deal so what were you saying when I came in with the drinks?"
I hung my head and said, "Well, because we both think you're ... ... gorgeous (blush crimson) we wondered if there was ... um ... well, any chance of you ... um ... sharing our bed with us."
There was a silence, so I looked up into Dan's smiling face as he said, "Shit, I was wondering how I was going to wheedle my way into this relationship you two obviously have."
Dan did, indeed, share our bed for the next two weeks and showed us quite a number of techniques to vary our limited sexual experience so far. I for one will be eternally grateful to him for showing Greg and me the skill of 'edging'. Then one night as Dan was about to join us Greg took him by the hand and led him through the bathroom back into his own room. I felt briefly that I had been deserted, but Greg soon returned and closed the bathroom door behind him.
"I thought maybe you'd gone off me," I told him.
As he climbed into bed beside me he said, "Never, Adam. I could never go off you. I just want tonight to be the two of us. I didn't want Dan to feel rejected so I took him through to explain to him."
"That's OK then," I said, "in fact that's a lot more than OK." I added as I felt Greg's fingers close around my half-hard cock. "And to what do I owe this special attention?" I asked.
"That's an easy one," Greg replied, "because I love you, and much as I like Dan as a person and much as I fancy him for his body, I don't love him. I want tonight to be special between us, and I think it's time that I evened things up between us and did for you what you've so often done for me."
I smiled from ear to ear as I realised what he meant. Sure Dan had given me oral several times, but this would be different, I could sense it. Greg released my cock from his grip and put his arms around me so we were nose to nose and toes to toes. When he kissed me it was one of the best ever. I could feel his cock rubbing against mine and he was just as hard. I broke the kiss and his grip on me and swivelled around so that his hard member was pointing up into my face just as my own erection was above his. A drop of clear precum appeared as I leaned down and took the prize into my mouth. I began my usual ministrations, but then I felt Greg's lips kissing my exposed glans and finally I felt his mouth close over it for the first time. I knew that my precum was flowing and when I felt his tongue flick across my slit I almost came spontaneously. Greg seemed to take to his task like a duck to water and I very soon felt my cock rub against the back of his throat, which is all it took to send me over the edge. Much to my surprise Greg swallowed the lot as she shot his own load into my welcoming mouth. I was so spent I just collapsed on top of him and passed out for a few seconds. When I came to Greg had shuffled himself around next to me and when I opened my eyes I could see the silliest goofy grin on his face, looking like the cat that'd got the cream. "Dunno what all the fuss was about," he said, leaning forward and kissing me on the lips as he put his arms around me. "Actually, I DO know what all the fuss was about, because that was bloody fantastic," he said with tears suddenly in his eyes. We slept.
The following morning I woke with the sun streaming through the windows and a naked Dan was standing looking at us. I beckoned to him and he climbed into bed next to me. "Was it good?" he asked.
"Fantastic," I said. "I hope you didn't feel left out." I said.
"I was lonely," Dan replied, "but Greg said that it was going to be a special night for you so it was only right that you were alone."
I felt Greg move behind me so I turned on to my back to see him smiling down at me. "Good morning, my love." He said. He'd never called me that before but it sounded so right. "Hi Dan, how long have you been here?"
"Just arrived," Dan said. "Adam says you had a good night."
Greg looked at me incredulously. "GOOD!! Is that the best you can manage, it was good???"
"Actually Greg," Dan said, "he said it was fantastic."
"I know he did, I was listening." Greg replied.
"You rotten bugger," I said to him as I began to tickle him.
"No don't , don't, I'll piss the bed." Greg said, leaping up and grasping his cock as he made a run for the bathroom.
We had several more nights at the B&B before we went home, all spent as a threesome, and we arranged that Dan would come and stay with us for the two-week Easter holiday. When we loaded up the car for the drive home it was a sad day and Dad left us alone so we could say our goodbyes to Dan and Sandy. I'm sure he realised that we'd do more than shake hands and I think he'd have been embarrassed to witness it. Grace was also very sad to leave as she'd really hit it off with Sandy and also she'd palled up with Lizzie and Cassie. I'm pretty sure that there was nothing sexual between them because as far as I knew Grace was totally hetero, but they'd bonded pretty well. The girls invited her back and she said that she'd try to get down again at Easter, "Since the house is going to be full of gay boys!" she said, tongue in cheek.
There were tears in everybody's eyes as we drove away, but within minutes Greg and I were asleep in the back seat, propped up against one another.
Well, that's it for now -- Look out for the next part of the story, "March Madness" to be published next month.
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