It took a few weeks for us to settle into a routine. Alex found his new job tough going at first but after a month he began to feel more comfortable and relax a little. I loved having him share my bed and we still fucked a lot. Shaving became part of our routine, keeping our bodies smooth. It was some time before we saw Tony, he'd been seeing a lot of Joe and spending time at Joe's flat in Amsterdam. When he did appear, I barely recognised him. His hair was cropped in a no. 1 and he had a goatee beard. As soon as he got into the house he stripped off. He wore nothing under his jeans, gone were the boxer shorts. His arse, balls and cock had been shaved smooth and his pubes trimmed to show off his cock.
He explained that Joe preferred it like that. He wasn't living with Joe permanently yet but the two of them met regularly to fuck. It turned out that Joe ran a web site and Tony showed us lots of pictures and videos of him and Joe fucking. Tony spent a few days with us and slept with Alex and I. It was almost like old times, but he soon had to go.
My cousin Jack's wedding was something of a surprise. I'd not known that he was getting married and I certainly had not expected an invitation. The invitation was to Alex and I, and the whole thing was taking place in France where the bride's family lived. Most of the English contingent would be staying at the hotel where the wedding was taking place. Alex and I discussed it and decided that we'd go if we could manage to find an apartment or a villa nearby, we couldn't face the idea of staying in the hotel with everyone else.
We were lucky, managing to get a cancellation on a small villa, with a pool, not far from the wedding location. We could have driven, but it was a long way, so decided to go by train instead.
Now I've always thought of myself as English and Alex was brought up that way. But Jack's branch of the family still regard themselves as Scots and like most expatriates, were more Scottish than anyone living in Scotland. As a result, kilts were de rigeur at the wedding. I did have one (a remnant from my own wedding) which came out on odd moments. A couple of years ago I'd had it altered to fit my slightly expanded waistline. So all we had to do was buy Alex one, not as easy as you think at short notice. But come the day, Alex had his kilt and looked pretty good in it.
Now, the problem with the kilt is that it is a substantial item, heavy and bulky. The easiest way to travel with one is to wear it. So Alex and I set off, both wearing the kilt, but dressed down with t-shirt and hiking boots (Alex's suggestion, but one that worked well). We took an overnight train, but any chance of some excitement was dampened when we saw our fellow travellers. So instead we kept to ourselves and actually did manage to sleep.
I won't bore you with the wedding, it was very much like any family wedding, except with a French accent. Our villa was lovely and we enjoyed a midnight swim, the day we arrived and a further swim the following morning before dressing for the wedding. Needless to say we swam naked; the only way.
Now the advantage of the kilt is that you don't have to wear anything underneath. Needless to say neither Alex nor I were worried about our cocks 'accidentally' going on display. In fact, we'd travelled very light, no underwear at all and no swimwear.
The wedding started early and after the 'breakfast' at the hotel we were all invited to the bride's parent's place. This was impressive with a huge (I mean huge) garden, complete with a private walled garden and a large wooded area.
By late afternoon Alex and I were getting a little bored and not a little horny. So we wandered into the wooded area and started to fuck. I bent over and Alex's cock soon made contact with my arse. That's another advantage of the kilt, no undressing needed. Alex was just about to come when we heard voices. I was bent over, my kilt fully lifted up to reveal my naked arse, Alex had his own kilt lifted up to free his cock, everything would be on display to whoever saw us. We were too far gone to stop, so when my cousins Robert and Logan appeared there was little we could do. Robert and Logan were the sons of the groom's elder brother (Malcolm), Robert was around 16 I think and Logan 13 or 14. The elder was a rather handsome redhead, the younger a cheeky blond. I expected them to shout, exclaim or something. Instead they stood watching us with great fascination. Despite or because of the audience, Alex came quickly and easily. But before we could say anything to the boys they ran off.
Alex was keen to ignore it and return to the party before we were missed, but I was reluctant to leave things without having a word with Robert and Logan. We had a wander round the garden and finally found them in the walled garden, messing around on a large garden bench. They were giggling and Logan was lying across Robert. There were a few other people around, smoking and drinking, but no-one in the garden was paying them much attention. Robert shouted to us and said hi, he seemed happy and made no mention of the incident in the wood. Then Logan shifted and 'accidentally' lifted up his kilt. To reveal that not only was his boy cock rock hard, but that Robert's cock was firmly up Logan's arse. I was amazed, that they should be fucking and that they were doing so in such a public place. I think my reaction must have shown on my face because Robert started to explain.
"Don't worry Logan and I do this regularly, don't we Logan" Logan nodded. "And seeing you and Alex sort of gave us ideas, didn't it Logan?" "Sure did. I've not had Robert's cock up my arse since yesterday. Dad got us up too early to fuck this morning." I got the distinct impression that Logan liked using such sexual language in front of me and, to tell the truth, it was something of a turn on. "So you two fuck regularly?" "Sure, do you and Alex?" Having asked Robert if he and Logan fucked I felt I had to answer, "Yes we do, though not usually so publicly as this." "Yeah, cool isn't it" Logan added his bit, "Amazing what you can do in a kilt!"
Robert moved slightly and his cock slipped out of Logan's arse. For his age it was quite substantial, he was going to be a big boy when he'd finished growing. He looked at me speculatively.
"We could always go to our room"
I was excited and a little shocked at Robert's suggestion of a four some. I looked over at Alex who had been quiet but who'd been paying a great deal of attention to the little show being put on for us. He nodded his head, so I said OK.
It turned out that Robert and Logan were sharing a room in the house. Amazingly we got there without much in the way of disturbance. Once in the room Logan stripped off with amazing speed. His young cock was rock hard. He knelt down on the bed and presented his tight arse for me to fuck. I stripped off and slipped my cock into his moist hole. Robert was laid on his back, his legs lifted to display his pink arse and substantial cock, surrounded by a mass of red pubes which stood out alarmingly against his pale white skin. Alex accepted Robert's implicit invitation and was soon fucking him.
Logan made it clear that he wanted to get fucked by all 3 of us and we all obliged, leaving his arse full of our cum. No matter how often he came, Robert's cock always seemed to be hard. He was delighted when I decided to take advantage of this and sat on his erect cock. He seemed to get a thrill from fucking someone so much older than him and frankly, I found his energetic cock exciting.
When we returned to the party, we'd been hardly missed. Robert commented to his father that they'd been showing us their latest computer game and Malcolm (their father), simply rolled his eyes and sympathised with us. To my surprised Robert asked Malcolm whether they could stay the night with us in our villa as it had a pool. Malcolm looked quizzically at me, as if to say did we want to lumber ourselves with these two. I thought of Logan's arse and Robert's cock, looked at Alex and then agreed, saying only that it would be better if they came the following day rather than this evening.
By the time we got back to the villa we were knackered and simply collapsed into bed, not even bothering to shower. Next morning we felt refreshed and started the day with a swim. We'd showered and shaved by the time Robert and Logan arrived, dropped off by their father. They announced that they were staying until tomorrow at least, if that was OK. Malcolm said that he'd possibly drop in tomorrow but that he and his girlfriend were off to the beach.
The boys were just wearing shorts and as soon as their father had left they both stripped off and jumped into the pool. We followed suit and and soon all four of us were horsing around. Both boys enjoyed being naked and showing of their hard cocks. By lunch-time, Logan had been fucked by all 3 of us and both Alex and Robert had fucked me. In fact the only thing that the guys seemed to stop for was food. Whilst we were eating, Robert was keen to learn more about Alex and I. He seemed disappointed when I admitted that we hadn't been fucking long, I think he'd wanted to hear that we'd been fucking since Alex was a boy.
Logan then asked about the shaving. Alex said that he found shaved guys sexier and admitted that he wasn't very hairy anyway. I said that I shaved because Alex liked it that way and that it made my dick look better when we fucked in public. That, of course, led to Alex telling them about the holiday. By this time we were all getting excited, Logan suggested fucking again but Alex said that they ought to cool of in the pool. Alex and Logan went off to the pool but Robert stayed behind.
He said that he'd always hated being a red-head and loathed having bright red pubes. Apart from these, he wasn't particularly hairy yet. He looked carefully and asked what I thought he'd look like if he shaved his pubes. I said that I thought he'd look very sexy. We disappeared off to the bathroom and I had the delight of removing Robert's pubes and shaving his crack. As expected his white skin looked lovely without the hair and his arse was terribly tempting. Still lubricated by the shaving cream I slipped a finger into his tight hole. He exclaimed, his hole was very tight, I massaged it with my finger until he begged me to fuck him. I needed no more invitation and filled his eager hole.
When we eventually rejoined the other two it was obvious what we'd been doing as Robert's shaved cock was witness to it. And so the day went delightfully on. Come nightfall it was obvious that we couldn't simply put Robert and Logan and the spare bed. It was Logan who enquired why we couldn't all sleep together. The bed Alex and I had been using was a king-size, but it proved to be a bit of a squeeze for the four of us. But the boys enjoyed it and if I'm truthful, I did too though I wouldn't want to do it every day.
Next morning we'd all had a swim and a fuck by the time Malcolm arrived. The boys had dragged out some shorts and when Malcolm entered the villa we were all decently clothed. I'd expected him to bring his girlfriend, whom we'd met rather briefly at the wedding. But Malcolm excused her, saying she was tired. The boys seemed to welcome this and I got the impression that they didn't like Malcolm's girlfriend very much.
Their father safely arrived, the boys went off to play by the pool. Malcolm had brought an amazingly small pair of swimming trunks to wear.
"I thought I might take a swim myself, I imagine that Logan's already in the pool." "Do you wear those on the beach?" Malcolm was a big guy and I goggled at the thought of him wearing these to the beach.
He grinned, "Of course".
I was just about to suggest that he keep his shorts on when I saw in the distance that Logan had dispensed with his shorts whilst swimming in the pool. Now or never I thought. Malcolm was my age but I didn't know him very well and wasn't sure how he'd react. Still, here goes I thought.
"We haven't actually been wearing anything when swimming. I imagine that Logan's already stripped off." "He does seem rather come adrift from his clothes. All of you have been stripping off you say?"
I nodded. Malcolm smiled and shrugged, "Well, I guess its no different from the nudist beach. And its not as if they haven't seen me naked".
He quickly stripped off, revealing a bulky body covered with a fine array of dark hair, over his chest, his belly and even his arse. A substantial uncut cock hung from a thatch of dark pubic hair. I slipped off my shorts. Alex came out of the kitchen carrying some beers, he looked amazed to see us naked but simply winked at me. He gave Malcolm and me a beer and dropped his own shorts.
Once outside we lay down, Malcolm lay on his stomach displaying his impressive back and a pair of well shaped buttocks. I knew it was unlikely, but I'd love to get my tongue into that well shaped crack. Robert and Logan were messing around in the pool and, for the moment, unaware that their father was naked.
"So, what's with the shaving?" I gave him the simplest explanation, "Alex likes it." Malcolm raised his eyebrows, "You mean you and he..." I nodded and Malcolm gave a wicked grin, "There's nothing like keeping it in the family. I wished I'd thought of that." "I thought you were straight. And what about your girlfriend?" Malcolm looked rueful, "She's dumped me. The boys will be pleased. And to answer your other question, I've been known to play for the other team when needs must."
This interesting conversation was interrupted by the appearance of Robert and Logan. They'd noticed their father was naked. There followed an interesting moment when they got a good look at Malcolm's cock and ribbed him about enjoying showing off. I gathered it was an old argument, even if they'd never had it naked before.
Eventually Alex took Robert and Logan off to the pool and Malcolm and I resumed our conversation. Except that Malcolm looked a little preoccupied.
"Robert?" "Hmm?" "He's shaved as well.." I waited, aware that I'd stepped into a minefield. Finally I realised I had to say something, "Robert and Logan and Alex and me."
Malcolm's eyebrows raised again, but a smile played on his lips, "So that's where the four of you went yesterday at the wedding." I nodded. "Hmm. I imagine that it wasn't the first time for my sons."
I nodded again, aware that Malcolm hadn't been as unaware as I had imagined. "In that case, I'd better go and check on them".
He stood up and walked over towards the pool, his cock looking suspiciously excited. Alex looked over at me at we both smiled, both suppressing a desire to laugh.
Robert and Logan came out of the pool to greet their father. They started wrestling and inevitably wrestling turned into something more. Malcolm fucked both of them, starting and finishing with Logan's ever eager arse. Alex and I just watched, keeping well away. But when Malcolm had finished all three came over, wearing shit-eating grins. There were more beers for Malcolm, Alex and me, with cokes for Robert and Logan.
Despite the sex, Robert and Logan were a little more subdued in their father's presence than the previous day. But we managed to spend the remainder of the day in a mixture of messing about in the pool, sunbathing and sex. After a little time, Robert lost his inhibitions and let himself be fucked by Alex and I with his father watching. Logan, of course, had no such inhibitions and ended up being fucked by all of us in turn. I never did get to explore Malcolm's well defined body, but I hoped that it might happen another time.
Malcolm took Robert and Logan back with him that evening. As they were leaving, Logan was pressing Malcolm to allow them all to sleep together. Malcolm was saying that it wasn't possible as they were staying in someone else's house, but I got the impression that he was losing the argument.
They flew back to the UK early the next day so we never saw them again, but we had agreed that we had to get together again soon. Alex and I spent a pleasant few days in the villa, mixing sun, bathing, sex and some rather good food. The restaurants locally seemed to accept us as a couple, despite the difference in age, which was reassuring.
We left a day early, despite losing a night's lodging on the villa, because I wanted to take Alex to the town where his mother's family had come from. Alex's mother, Francine, had been brought up in England but her family had been from France.
We took a daytime train this time. It was remarkably quiet. We sat in a carriage all on our own. Finally the inspector arrived, he spoke quite good English and spent some time talking to us. He was curious about our kilts, and hinted that he wondered what was under them. The inspector was a slim, dark haired guy with a luxuriant moustache and rather attractive, twinkling eyes. The seats were like benches Alex and I had sat opposite each other, and Alex was sitting full length along the bench with his back against the side of the carriage. He had lifted his knees and his kilt had fallen back a little. I realised that he was giving the inspector a fine view of what Alex had underneath his kilt.
The inspector looked about him, realising that there was no-one else in the carriage. He then started stroking his own cock through his trousers. Alex pulled his kilt back further, giving a good view of his erect cock. As I lifted my kilt to let my cock go free, Alex went even further and unfastened his kilt, allowing it to spread on the seat. The inspector's eyes lit up as Alex lifted his legs to reveal his arse. Nervously the inspector unzipped his trousers to reveal a neat, uncut cock.
The inspector looked as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening, but then again neither could I. As he fucked Alex I stroked my own cock and enjoyed watching them. After he had cum, he hurriedly zipped up and thanked us before disappearing. But, for the last few minutes we'd had a couple of observers. Stood at the entrance of the carriage, were a pair of school boys of about 16 or 17 years of age. They seemed entranced, watching me stroke my cock and the inspector fuck Alex.
When the inspector disappeared towards the other end of the carriage, the school boys came nervously forward. Alex and I grinned at them and we both stroked our cocks. Soon we were presented with a pair of eager young cocks. Following Alex's lead I had unfastened my kilt so that we were both naked from the waist down. Both schoolboys were slim and dark haired, with eager smiles. They also liked showing off; before we knew it they had dropped their trousers and boxer shorts to reveal trim buttocks, neat pubes and hard cocks.
I have have more sophisticated fucks before, never one so enthusiastic and eager. Neither boy spoke much English so we half conversed in French and English. They swapped over more than once, keen to experience both of our arses. Just as they were finishing there was noise at the far end of the carriage. This time it was a trio of guys in uniform. The schoolboys seemed unphased and finished up deliberately. They thanked us in bad English and slipped away.
There were three French soldiers, presented with a pair of naked English arses. They didn't hesitate. The first was blond, smooth skinned. He unfastened his trousers and slipped his briefs down to reveal a neat cock and a trim blond bush. He thrust his cock into Alex's hole. The second was the older one, tall, thickset and dark. He walked towards my face, dropped his trousers and briefs and thrust his firm, hairy arse into my face - I wasn't complaining. Finally the third guy gave my arse a working over with his impressive cock. He wasn't much to look at, but his cock was impressive.
They changed places a few times and each time they did so they lost a few more clothes so that we all ended up naked and covered in cum. I thought that we might be in for another round, but suddenly one of the soldiers exclaimed and they dressed quickly. The older one apologised and said that they were due to leave at the next station. When he spoke the name of the station, I realised that we were due to leave at the same place. The three soldiers smirked at us and even helped us to assemble our luggage.
In my poor French I told them where we were staying and they said that it was a short walk from where they were camped. This seemed to please them and as we parted, we were promised a visit that evening from a group of soldiers.