"Your cum tasted wonderful, darling," he purred. "I wish you could stay and play for longer, but we wouldn't want either of our partners to arrive home and find us like this."

"Shirley won't be home for another two hours," I said.

"But Keith might arrive home at any time," he countered. "We all have to live together, so it might be best to be discreet."

I nodded my agreement.

"I suppose you're right. Does our discretion mean we can do this again?"

Chris smiled. "I'll gladly be your bit on the side, darling. Any time we get the opportunity is fine by me. And I have so much more to give."

That was the beginning of a fantastically enjoyable affair, conducted dangerously close to Shirley and Keith. Chris repeatedly assured me of his total discretion, but I should have known better. Guys like that were as good at keeping secrets as they were at keeping their cocks in their panties.

 

A few weeks later, Chris was out with some friends and Shirley was on the weekend shift at the hotel, leaving the apartment to Keith and I. I would have preferred to have Chris to myself, as we would have spent most of the time in bed together. He was really into getting fucked and I was really into fucking him. Though I was becoming ever more eager to lose my anal cherry, Chris was never going to be the guy to claim that prize. He might slide a finger or two up my ass while he was sucking me, but he would never fuck me. He just wasn't into playing the masculine role. Keith was the real man. He was the one who wanted to fuck my girlfriend. Chris and I talked a lot about that. But we never broached the taboo subject of Keith fucking me. Shirley's pussy might be a fantasy too far. But what if her boyfriend's ass was available?

I arrived home from the pub much earlier than usual on Friday night and found Keith reclining on the living room couch, wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of white cotton briefs. He was sipping a can of beer and watching a gay TV porn channel. Had I been drunk, I would have thought I was imagining the whole thing. But I was almost fully sober and there was my hairy-chested wet dream on a black leather covered couch. His legs were spread and his hard cock bulged in his briefs. Chris had told me his boyfriend was big and now I believed him. Suddenly, I felt like the sissy.

"Hi, Keith," I muttered.

God, I was blushing! I had better pretend to be drunk. Stop looking at his cock!

"Hey, Billy," he greeted. "How was your night?"

I slumped into the chair directly across from him.

"I've had better. I didn't feel like celebrating England's nil-all draw with whatever Eastern European team they were playing this evening, so I thought I might as well go home and see what's on TV."

He held out the remote control.

"I'm sure you don't want to watch gay porn, so change it to whatever you want."

I glanced at the screen. A middle-aged hairy guy was being fucked by a muscular black stud. Another black guy was fucking the grey haired man's mouth.

"Don't change channels on my account," I murmured. "I'll be going to bed in a few minutes anyway."

"With Chris and Shirley out of the way, it might be a good time for you and I to have a talk. Man to man, as it were," Keith said.