A weekend with Peter was something that didn't happen very often so theses occasions were greatly treasured. With Peter's girlfriend away we intended to fuck ourselves bandy day and night, and as in any sexual encounter fantasy can influence the intensity of the sensation and passion being experienced.
Although we had girlfriends we were 'faithful' to each other, other guys might appeal to us in one way or another but neither of us wanted any added complications.
My girlfriend and I had had several threesomes with guys that we had been friendly with, close friends who were also in relationships and just wanted to keep things simple, if these situations can be called simple.
There had never been any sexual activity between myself and any of the guys my girlfriend and I had had threesomes with, in fact they had been chosen mainly because we knew them and liked them, and more importantly they were in stable relationships and didn't sleep around which minimised any health risks.
Peter knew that I liked watching my girlfriend being screwed and that I liked screwing her after one of her lovers had just cum inside her, but I hadn't realised how far Peter was prepared to go accommodate my sexual fantasies and desires.
After having a glass of wine and a joint Peter asked me how I would feel about watching him with another guy, would I really want fantasy to become reality. My girlfriend and I have a strong relationship and we are faithful to each other, except for my relationship with Peter, but in both cases I have no fear of losing either one of them to somebody else so my confidence is high and I don't feel any jealousy.
While my stomach did flip flops at the thought of a gay threesome, I knew that it would have to be someone who I liked as a person and someone I found attractive, but more importantly, a guy who was clean.
Peter then went on to tell me a bout a bar he sometimes calls in on his way home from work, a busy bar which is frequented by lots of couples, singles and quite a few gay and bi-guys who spill over from the bar next door.
Lots of happy people in a bar with a good selection of music on the juke box is a recipe for easy company in the comfortably appointed lounge where people go to read a book or a paper over a drink, relax and peacefully socialise. This is where Peter met Sam.
Peter would quite often catch Sam looking at him wherever in the bar he was, whether he was in company, with his girlfriend, or just chilling with a book and a drink. Peter would usually give him a coy smile but not say anything, this all changed when Peter found himself standing next to the tall blonde haired youth at the bar while waiting for a drink. It was the first time they had been very close to each other; he looked at the tall slender youth, not quite as tall as himself, but around six feet tall.
He had had very similar blue eyes although his hair which was as Blonde as Peter's was of a shorter style and swept back in a mildly feminine way, and he seemed so very young, he couldn't have been much more than twenty.
Peter smiled at him yet didn't say anything; he now began to wish he hadn't been so coy and somewhat suggestive with his body language toward the youth.
When he sat down at the unoccupied table he was mildly surprised when the youth joined him.
"Hi, I'm Sam."
Peter then told me that how over the following weeks he and Sam struck up a friendship, Sam was new to the area, had a girlfriend who was a friend, not a lover, and that he just wanted someone to socialise with, as he was in fact twenty five and his boyish looks seemed to leave him overlooked by his peers, so someone just like Peter, older, easy going and always willing to offer a wise word was what he wanted.
On one recent occasion when the bar had become exceptionally busy due to a stag party having taken over the bar Peter asked Sam if he'd like to go with him back to Peter's flat for a drink where it would be more peaceful. Peter knew that Sam was young, nervous, impressionable and most definitely bi.
After a few glasses of wine and a couple of joints, Peter began to use feminine body language while moving in front of Sam, teasing him, or maybe massaging his own ego by proving to himself that guys find him sexually attractive, and it was then that Sam, unable to contain himself any longer confessed to Peter all his desires and longings.
Sam had never had a sexual experience with another guy, he wanted to try things out and that's why he'd been hanging out where he knew gay and bi-guys were, but he hadn't been attracted to any of them, but he found himself extremely turned on by Peter.
He poured his heart out and told all, saying that he wanted to sleep with Peter, he wanted to try things which up until now he had only thought about, but he now wanted to do all these things with Peter.
Peter had not given him any idea that he was actually involved in a sexual relationship with another guy, fantasising about having sex with a guy who you fancy and who is probably straight is one thing, finding out that he loves cock is another.
Peter decided he had to say something so he placed his hand on the inside of Sam's right thigh, Sam, wide eyed, gasped and began to stroke Peter's hand, the click of the door opening seemed like a bucket of icy water had been thrown over them.