My name is Adam. I'm 24 years old with, so I've been told on many occasions, striking blue eyes. I'm 5'6" with broad shoulders and a reasonably in-shape body. I'd met my boyfriend, Luke, 4 years previous, and had just bought a house with him and his father. Luke's mother had died 2 years ago, and his dad was lonely living out in the sticks, so Luke suggested we buy a house together. I knew this was the only way I would ever get to live with Luke, as he had grown very close to his dad since his mum had died, so I decided to bite the bullet and make sure I put up with his dad at all costs, no matter how hard it might be. After all, I loved Luke with all my heart, and would do anything for him.
Our sex life had always been ok, nothing special. Luke would fuck my arse once a month, and we would suck each other's cocks twice a week if I was lucky. I'm in my sexual peak and I always craved his cock, it was about 9" long and very thick. I would snuggle into him in bed each night in the hope that he would take the hint and have sex with me -- most of the time this was in vain, but I kept trying. Although I was disappointed most of the time, I never went off looking for cock elsewhere. A wank on a porn site, or reading the odd Nifty story every now and again, but I was always faithful to Adam, because he was the one!
I should add at this point that Luke is 15 years older than me, and is a prude. He's always finding excuses not to have sex -- he's coming down with a cold or the neighbours might hear through the walls. Now we have the added excuse of his dad hearing us. Nevertheless, the sex we do have is really good. He has a great touch, and knows how to work me up by stroking my balls and arsehole. I am completely different and want sex at every opportunity, no matter how risky it might be. I'm an exhibitionist at heart, and a nudist. Adam doesn't like me being naked at home, except in the shower or in bed. So I suppose you could say I was pretty unhappy.
Luke's dad was always nice to me. I don't think he really approved of me, and certainly didn't like Adam being gay, but he treated me fine. He never went out, except shopping or walking the dog, and didn't drink. Since his wife died, he'd made no female friends and didn't seem to want any. He was only 65 so there was no reason for him to be lonely for the rest of his life, but that was his choice I suppose. He employed a gardener, Luke and I worked all day, and he had the money not to have to do it himself. He seemed very fond of the gardener, a boy of about 19 with shaggy blond hair and piercing green eyes. I used to check him out in the garden from my bedroom window, and he sported what looked like quite an impressive package. Sometimes I would come home from work and find him drinking tea in the kitchen with Luke's dad -- I always wondered what they had to talk about, considering the age difference between them -- but they always seemed to be laughing about something. Luke told me that he just enjoyed the company whilst he was rattling around on his own all day in the house.
A couple of months after moving in -- and becoming more and more unhappy due to lack of sex -- I pulled a sicky at work and went home at lunchtime, thinking I could lock myself in the bedroom and spend the afternoon having a slow wank to the latest story on Nifty, and perhaps satisfy myself by pulling out my trusty dildo that I had hidden away under the floorboards. I let myself into the house and made a cup of tea. There was no-one around and I supposed Luke's dad was out with the dog. It was then that I noticed the lawnmower lying on the grass and was quite worried. Sam (Luke's dad) wouldn't have gone out and left Ben (the gardener) on his own. I decided to go outside to change out of my work clothes, then find out what was going on. As I reached the landing, I could hear voices coming from Sam's bedroom. I was very intrigued so was about to knock on his door to see if he was ok, when I heard him groan "fuck my arse good boy, slam that dick into my arse and give me your spunk." It goes without saying that I was completely shocked, but the bulge growing in my trousers told me I was more excited than shocked. Who was in there with Sam? I was going to hang around and find out. Maybe living with Luke could be fun after all!
This is my first attempt at writing a story and have left the sex out to give a background into the relationship between myself, Luke and Sam-- this did really happen. I would appreciate your comments.
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