The boys have been married five years. Sex was as important as ever, and they had learned to ensure there was always downtime away from work. They were still friends with the other guys. Clive would pop round to show off his latest boyfriend, which would sometimes lead to impromptu sex. Tiny and Corey often invited them for a meal, which always led to an evening of fucking. They had gotten used to the size and would open themselves up with a dildo before meeting.
They were probably most friendly with the twins, Keith and Rick. They had become more versatile after the ravaging they received in the Dare game. One afternoon, they were all sat naked on the blow-up mattress and sun loungers. Ben and Al went to fetch more drinks. On returning, they were surprised to see the twins engaged in heavy petting. The boys watched as the twins moved into a sixty-nine, mirroring each other. Ben and Al gently wanked at the hot sight. The sixty-nine became deeper as they licked one another's cracks. Keith poked two fingers into his brother, making him wince. Shuffling around, Keith took his brother doggy style. Al got underneath Rick to suck him. Keith picked up his speed, slamming into Rick, until, with a lunge, he emptied inside him. He pulled out, Al licked him clean. Keith lay on his back as Rick returned the favour. Keith pulled his knees up to his chest, his brother drove in and immediately fucked as hard as he could, firing his semen deep inside. They collapsed together, kissing like newly-weds. After recovering, they watched as Ben and Al made love much more sedately. By the time they had cum, the twins were hard again and wanked over Ben's face.
Whilst Ben and Al loved being alone, satisfying each other, they couldn't resist picking up randoms online. They were trawling through the internet one evening. Someone quite close was going to host a fetish night. Messages went back and forth, and it seemed like it may be fun. The boys chose the leather look as they already had some bits and pieces. On the night, Ben wore a leather waistcoat and kilt, under which was a leather Arab strap, holding his genitals tightly. Al had leather armbands and harness, leather shorts, and leather jock. They assumed that would be enough. They found the venue, the front door was open. As they walked in, they were greeted by a skinny lad in a dog mask, with a collar and chain. He took their coats and they wandered into the house, to find they were the least dress-up there. More dogs with their owners, A guy, strapped by his wrists and ankles, facing a frame, was taking a spanking. A ball in his mouth prevented him from screaming, but he had an erection, so he was obviously enjoying the pain. Some were in rubber, some wore gimp masks. A guy was getting tag fucked in a sling by two blokes, reminding Al of Gran Canaria. The boys were out of their depth, unsure whether to stay or make a quick exit, but some bears had other ideas. They were taken to a side room where Al was pulled into a sloppy kiss. He was wearing cowboy chaps, with a large, hard cock poking out. Al was forced down and the dick shoved down his throat. Meanwhile, Ben had lost his kilt, nipple clamps had been clipped on and despite the pain, the testosterone charge atmosphere was trying to give him an erection. The Arab strap was a regrettable mistake. Someone grabbed his wrists and pulled him down onto a throbbing cock, someone else lubed him up, preparing him to be fucked from both ends. Al was choking, trying to relax his gag reflex, but two hands behind his head forced the cock in deeper. his only hope was to wank the base of the dick and hope the guy came quickly. Fortunately, he did, firing jets of semen down Al's throat. Unfortunately, he was replaced by another, but by now, he had relaxed and was enjoying swallowing spunk. The two men attending to Ben swapped places, his poor dick was straining against the strap, but he could do nothing about it until the men had satisfied themselves. The bears finally left, leaving Ben and Al to sort themselves out. Ben managed to free his cock. Al kissed and licked it better, before bending over and offering himself to his husband. After the ordeal of the last hour, they were relieved to have a normal fuck. By the time they were finished, the floor was slippery with cum. They found their clothes, the dog doorman gave them their coats and wished them good night, as though it was normal, and they left. Back home, settled down with a glass of wine, neither wanted to discuss the evening. Suffice to say, it was an experience unlikely to be repeated.
The next weekend, they invited Tiny and Corey over for a night they knew they'd enjoy. Nothing was said about the previous weekend's happening!
