Once we had beaten our (somewhat shamefaced) retreat to London life quietened down again. That week I gave Derek a call and asked if he wanted to meet us in the woods again. We arranged a day and time. It was up to Roy and me to make good on my promise. On Wednesday night we did, as agreed. I had been home on my way to the woods and cleaned my arse thoroughly. Then I made my way to 'our' dell. I stripped and sat, waiting, at the table. The bushes rustled and Roy appeared. Without a word he knelt and wrapped his mouth around my erect cock. As I thrust into Roy's face my rhythm was interrupted by a polite cough from the other side of the dell, and I looked up to see Derek smiling at us. I pushed Roy off my cock and pulled him upright so that I could unzip his fly and suck him.

I soon stood up and bent over the table, reaching back to pull my buttocks apart. Roy knelt again and kissed my rosebud, then began to rim me. I was soon writhing, his ministrations felt wonderful, his hand cupping my bollocks as he did. I thought I was going to cum, but Roy suddenly stopped and buried his tool into my arse. I must say, this is a fuck which has stayed with me through the years. Roy went at my arse hard, and I was trying my best to clench my arse hard on his thrusting cock.

"Oh wow" said Roy "You are my darling, my darling..."

Roy was thrusting harder now, and Derek, on the other side of the table, had his cock in hand, wanking it. I reached across the table and swiped his hand aside, then took over wanking him.

"Oh, it's been so long, so long." He groaned.

Soon after, Roy roared as he came. He collapsed across my back, but soon recovered and moved off me. I stopped wanking Derek in order to squirt some lube onto my fingers so I could smear it on my inner thighs, and I said to him;

"Come round here."

Derek came round behind me. I reached between my thighs and pulled Derek's cock forward. I pressed my thighs together to trap his cock and Derek quickly got the idea. He went at it like a piledriver. He came, groaning, in a couple of minutes. He can't have had a good cum in weeks, judging by the amount of spunk he left on my thighs and belly.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, that was wonderful." He said.

I reached out and wanked the last drops from his cock, them wiped my hand, and the rest of his deposit, with my handkerchief. After doing that, I climbed onto the table, on my

back, and pulled Roy toward me. My head was hanging off the end of the table so that Roy got a full 'deep throat'. We quickly found a rhythm so that I brought him to a climax and enjoyed myself as he spunked into my throat until he was spent.

Watching this, Derek wanked himself again, spurting on the ground.

"Okay, I think that's me done for tonight." I said as I sat up.

"Thank you once again." Said Derek, zipping himself back to decency and disappearing into the bushes.

As we walked back through the woods Roy asked me if I felt it was OK to let Derek spunk on me because he was HIV positive. It was hard work convincing him that I wasn't running

any risk. When I pointed out that I had blown him after that, he shrugged and grinned sheepishly.

"I got a bit carried away. I meant what I said though."

"What, just now?"

"No, when I was fucking you." He mumbled, embarrassed "I was...I...Didn't you hear what I said?"

"You called me your darling."

"Yeah. Then I said I love you."

That stopped me short. I really hadn't heard him say that!

"That's a bit..." I began.

"I mean it's not..."

"Not what?"

"I don't know. I can't explain."

He shrugged, and I shrugged too. We walked on in silence. We didn't speak again until I bade him goodnight.

Two days later we went straight back to mine after work. Roy took the shower first and I second. Having given each other an enema we were both gagging for it and we went straight to bed. We lay 69ing for a while, before I pushed Roy onto his back and slid my cock in. For the first time we properly made love, holding each other close, kissing, fondling and gasping like teenagers. I moved off Roy's cock before I came and rolled onto my back. Roy was quickly on top of me and balls deep. He drove in and out doggedly, rhythmically. His arms wound around me and mine around him until we were kissing, intertwining tongues thrusting in and out of each others' mouths. Roy was panting, smiling, thrusting faster and faster until he came with a long gasp, burying his cock deep in me. As he slowed down, and finally collapsed across my chest I began to move under him.

When his shrinking cock slipped out of me I rolled us over and mounted him, thrusting as deep and hard as I could until I rose to my own orgasm and collapsed across him in my turn. We lay still for a while, then Roy said;

"I've got to get home."

He rose, dressed and left. I lay there thinking about the last couple of days and the way we seemed to have moved into a different phase, from friends with benefits - who fucked because we enjoyed it - to lovers who wanted, or loved, to share each others' bodies. Confused thoughts ran round in my head until I fell asleep.