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We stopped for supper on the way back but by eight thirty we pulled up to my house.For the last two days I had had a good chance to think and consider just what our relationship had become. True, we both loved the sex. Most of the time it was slow and loving, a comfortable and exciting experience although sometimes it was the hot, pounding, passionate animal mating that went far beyond just emotional into pure physical response. We both loved the whole range of experiences. But I was now certain it was more than even that.We had decided that Erik would stay with me until our parents got back so we made a quick trip around to his place to drop off his kayak and for him to pick up some clothes and other stuff. Then we returned to my house.That night after we had made love - the first time - I finally said what I had been mulling over the last several days. "Erik?" He stopped and turned towards me. "Erik, I love you. I mean really love you. And I'm sure I always will."I could see the. “Err…You could say that,” he replied having given Peter a quick glance.Picking up on this I quickly expressed, “Oh… you two are partners then?Almost in unison they replied “Yes.”“Thank god for that, I’m dying for a piss and if you two don’t mind I’m going to take a shower as well,” so with not a care in the world and as naked as god intended I got out of bed, made my way over to my bag, collected my towel and toilet bag then made my way towards the bathroom.“Fucking hell Pete…When you told me how big he was I thought you were joking,” uttered Colin.I had fully expected one of them to join me in the shower but alas it was not to be. Walking back I began to hear noises coming from Peter’s room, pushing the door open I was greeted by Peter laying on the now duvet covered floor watching a gay porn DVD whilst Colin was laid alongside playing with both their cocks, neither were clothed; upon seeing me Peter signalled for me lie in such a way so we formed an eternal triangle, Peter’s hand.
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