I woke the next morning. I disentangled myself from Roy and went to sort breakfast. In a while Roy wandered into the kitchen, naked and vague, and sat on a chair, yawning.

We sat eating and chatting, which brought him round. He went for a shower and I followed after, and we sat back in the kitchen, both still naked, drinking coffee.

"After last night, I just want to be your whore." Roy said, out of nothing, in the middle of another conversation.

There was quite a long silence after that, and the next thing I remember is my nutsack slapping his arse. Roy was face down on the table and I drilled until I was spent.

Again he had cum, so when I laid on the table and asked him to do me he was not in a position to comply. We went back to bed then, and played with each other until we were both ready for the next round.

I needn't bore you with the details as I remember them, which were either about my cock being in his hot arse or his in mine, but basically we spent the rest of the day in bed fucking, wanking or sucking each other. 'Beer Friday' followed the same pattern every week from then on. It was fantastic, We had girlfriends, and they occasionally took precedence but never took part, except once. a waitress called Karolin. Roy and I continued fucking most Fridays perfectly happily until he said;

"Karolin wants to watch gays getting it on."

"Uh-uh"

"I mean she really wants to. She said she wants to watch while we're fucking."

"So she knows about us?"

"Well no, but we were talking and she said she had this fantasy..."

We picked apart what Roy meant. Karolin wanted to watch two men fuck, especially when she was turned on, it seemed. She wanted to watch her boyfriend nailing someone, or maybe being nailed. So it was relatively easy to set the stage and not much more difficult for us to engineer a position where I could to taste her orgasm. I continued kissing, gently, nibbling her upper thighs and fingering her while Roy lubed himself and my ring, and entered. I licked her vulvae and tongued her clitoris until she came over and again and Roy did me proud, banging away at my arse until Karolin was wasted, shuddering convulsively and clenching my head hard between her thighs. Then I felt his cock begin to twitch as it thrust in and out in his orgasm. The three of us collapsed on the bed. When I had been face-down in Karolin's minge, she hadn't been looking at my cock, which had been, at best, at half-mast while Roy had been reaming my arse. Now that we were lying, recovering, all I could smell were Karolin's juices on my face. I have discovered, over the years, that I have a fetish for cunnilingus. This not only satisfies me but makes my cock engorged so far that it is longer - maybe by an inch - and thicker than usual and improves my stamina and partner's satisfaction. Then my fetish kicked in and my cock was rampant, on it's own, proud and purple.

So I was laid on the bed with the scent of Karolin's drying juices in my nostrils, and my Johnson standing proud when Karolin suddenly gasped and, reaching over, gripped my engorged member. Soon she was straddling me without asking permission. Well, it's not like it would have been witheld! She rode me like a demon and came quickly to a shuddering orgasm, but I wasn't spent. In the interval while she recovered, Roy lubed her arse and his dick slipped in as she started to rock on my cock. She was surprised, but soon she began to thrust, becoming acquainted with the double invasion. This was a new sensation for me and I enjoyed the feeling of Roy's throbbing meat rubbing against mine as well as the warmth of Karolin sheathing me. She became vocal and screamed as she came, followed almost immediately by the two of us. We lay, recovering, for a while, then Karolin went to shower before leaving for work. Once Roy and I recovered, we went down the pub.

Roy and Karolin lasted for few months before Roy's mother decided it was time for her son to find a bride. Roy tried everything we could think of to put her off but he had an incessant string of blind dates set up for him with several families farming out their daughters.

"I know they want me to do it but..."

"It's fine. You'll just have to call round here on your way home, or your days off if you want."

"Do you know the amount of hours you have to work on a Tamil puppy farm?"

"Probably the same as Chloe wants me to put in, being a daddy."

Chloe was my girlfriend at the time; plump, prim and proper she desperately wanted to be 'seen' but fundamentally lacked the money or connections her aspirations demanded, and too muddle-headed or unaware to realize it, she had settled on me in the interim. She was working (financially) up to becoming a parent. I wasn't.

A couple of months into our relationship, Chloe came home early to find me deep in Roy. She was shocked and the tears and screaming which followed made it clear to me that I was leaving it too late to introduce the whole man-fuck thing to my relationships. Chloe stormed out and, to be honest, I have rarely felt happier and I didn't care who of our friends she told. Over the coming months, some people heard and took sides. So what? Roy, however, felt bad about it, but was busy fending off the most recent advance made through his mother from a distant relative outside Madras. Roy capitulated when he saw her picture.

Priya was dark-skinned,slim and pretty, with shining amber eyes. Her parents brought her over and 'sealed the deal'. She was demure, and wiry, accompanied by a lot of comments about how hard she worked and her domestic accomplishments.

Roy went to India and brought his wife home. They made a handsome couple but it didn't stop him turnng up at my door begging for a fuck, one way or the other. They were sweaty, hurried affairs and not the relatively lazy, time-consuming fucks we had had before. I decided to encourage Roy to broach the subject of a threesome with Priya. While I was trying to work out how best to open that conversation, Roy hit me with the bombshell that he was going to be a father.

Well, after that news I put my plans on hold until the happy event. Priya gave birth to the proverbial 'bouncing baby boy' and Roy's family were ecstatic. I decided that Priya was probably best left in the dark, and put my plans on hold.

Roy and I kept meeting in laybys and secluded places for a quick fuck, one of which was a spot in a nearby park which I had discovered on a stroll one day. Taking a trodden path through the bushes to one side of the tarmacked path I came across a picnic table hemmed in by rhododendron and with a small, overgrown exit looking out over west London. There were several used condoms on the ground, which told me I was not the first to entertain the idea in my mind. One warm evening soon after, I took Roy 'the long way' home and, once in our secluded picnic spot, I placed lube and condoms on the table and told Roy to 'do me hard'. I dropped my pants and leaned across the table to enjoy the experience, once again, of Roy drilling my arse.

When we stood up, we were both surprised to see a suited, dapper gent in his sixties or seventies watching us and wanking. As we stood there, he staggered forward and, supporting himself on the table, launched a sizeable quantity of cum across it.

"Fuck me!" He said, once he had recovered his breath "That was the best."

He looked like he would have a heart attack as he recovered so Roy and I stayed to see if he was alright. We sat chatting and discovered his name was Derek.

Derek opened up to us, perhaps in relief once he realized we were not going to judge him, and he was open about having contracted AIDS from his long-term, now very sick, partner. Having seen Roy and I sneaking off the main path to a 'spot' he knew, and forced by the disease to be cautious, had followed us to see if there was a chance he could recapture 'the old magic'.

"Voyeurism's about the only pleasure I get now." He said.

"And did you enjoy that?" I asked.

"Thank you, yes." He said.

"Fancy a repeat show next week?" I said

"That would be heaven." He grinned.

"Roy, go again?"

"Why not?"

So we made arrangements to meet up, same time and place the following week, and exchanged phone numbers. Roy was a little put out by the fact that, when I said 'Go again' he had taken it to mean immediately, and he was only slightly pacified by chancing a blow job in an alley before he went home to his family.

The following week Derek was already in the bosky dell before we got there and I wasted no time lubing up and burying myself in Roy's arse. I went at it hard and fast and Derek sprayed his load as I came, then I told Roy to turn round and sit on the table so I could suck him off. He came, holding my head pressed hard into his groin and unloading a stream of fresh spunk down my throat.

It was not long after that, that a vacancy arose for a delivery driver at the company I was working for. I suggested to Roy that he apply. With my recommendation, he was soon working with me and, on those occasions when his deliveries finished after the office was shut we would meet up to pass some time in the empty van or in a convenient layby. Occasionally I phoned Derek and we would entertain him in 'our' dell.

Several months after Roy had started as a delivery driver, on one Friday afternoon I heard our despatch manager losing his rag on the 'phone to a courier company. We had a big order due in west Wales early the following morning but the shipment had been damaged. The couriers weren't being helpful and so I suggested to the despatch manager that he might ask Roy to do it. Roy wouldn't usually have wanted the overtime but I said I'd go with him, gratis, so that we could stay over with my cousin, who lived close by our destination and had invited me anytime etc. etc. FYI I don't have any relatives in Wales that I know of...

I managed to catch Roy when he came back in, before he saw the manager. I explained my idea. He grinned, and we loaded up with replacement stock then set off. The first stop was at Roy's to pick up a change of clothes. He dropped me off at the pub and bravely went to break the news to Priya. Two pints later he was back.

"How'd it go?"

"She's not happy."

"Did you tell her about the overtime?"

"Yeah, maybe that'll sweeten it, but she was expecting me to be at home with the boy this weekend."

We set off for mine. I picked up a few 'essentals' and we set off. Roy drove for a couple of hours, then we stopped for dinner after which I took over the driving.

By nine we were within twenty miles of our destination and noticed a sign to a hotel off the road.

"Best try booking in."

"Looks expensive."

"Maybe, but if so, we can move on."

We booked in to a twin room. I think the most upmarket thing about the hotel was the sign on the main road which had guided us there. We went down to the bar for a couple of drinks before closing. The barmaid was a short dye-blonde in her mid-thirties, built like the proverbial dead heat in a zeppelin race. She was loud and incessantly chirpy, and working hard to keep her end of a conversation going with the only other female in the bar, who perched at the far end of the bar like a dishevilled crow nursing a glass. Apart from half a dozen old blokes playing darts the bar was empty. Roy and I perched on stools at the bar, drank and chatted to the barmaid. Her ample left breast was surmounted with a name badge, and I leaned theatrically backward in order to read it, almost upsetting my barstool.

"Lightweight! Or were you drinking before you came in?" The barmaid asked.

"No Margaret, I was trying to read your badge! It was just too close to focus, and wobbly, is all!"

She laughed at that, which caused the badge to jiggle even more.

"Everyone calls me Meg."

The crow at the end of the bar got up and came toward us. I realized she was only a few years older than myself and was dressed in the kind of uniform you might expect in a hotel; black patent shoes, black trouser suit, white blouse. Finished with a dark grey feathered bolero jacket it had given the impression of her being hunched like a constipated crow as she perched on her bar stool, but as she walked toward us I saw the only colour she had used; the scarlet slash of gloss lipstick. However, by accident or design her heel turned just as she was passing us and she staggered into Roy. Roy, just reaching for his pint, knocked it over.

"Oh, I'm sorry, silly of me." She simpered "Meg, get this boy another!"

With that she turned and walked along to the Ladies. I noticed Roy watching her go. I heard the creak of the outer door and said;

"Hypnotic arse?"

"What? Yes."

Roy took a draw of his newly pulled pint.

"Like a dog chewing a wasp." He muttered.