DAVID:
   Most years, we would usually take a short trip around Eric's birthday, just to make it feel special and distract from the fact that he didn't have many friends to invite to a party. This year, he hosted a sleepover for his new best buddy, Niles, and I was thrilled with the new arrangements. And it definitely didn't hurt that Niles's older brother was hot as fuck.

    My husband and I always hooked up with other guys; although, admittedly, we used to do it much more before our son was born. Now, it wasn't so easy finding someone in our neck of the woods, which is why it was such a welcome coincidence when the Williams family moved right next door.

    On the day of Eric's birthday party, after Sven and I jerked off teen stud Bryce in our hot tub, we waited until our cocks were soft enough to conceal in our speedos again before leaving the tub and getting the boys out of the pool. It was time to go in. The boys both raced to Eric's room to take a shower, and Sven and I took Bryce to our large, expanded shower.

    "Wow, this place is awesome," Bryce said, admiring our bathroom. Even though all three of us were quite bulky, we fit into our shower stall easily. I got some of the nice shower gel that we always bought when we traveled to Europe, and started soaping up my husband's muscular chest. Bryce stood up behind Sven and started rubbing his back, occasionally reaching to the front and twisting my husband's nips.

    "Oooh, careful," Sven warned him.

    "He's got super sensitive nips," I told our teenage neighbor. "Watch his dick go hard in two seconds."

    Indeed, as if activated by a switch, Sven's daddy dick rose up. Bryce did nothing to prevent that; on the contrary, he kept twisting Sven's pierced tits with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

    "I love you guys," Bryce said. I knew he didn't mean it literally, but I was happy to hear he was having a good time.

    The warm water cascaded down our bodies, washing all the shower gel off. Bryce took my hands in his, with Sven trapped in the middle, and started to squat down. I knew what he wanted to do: suck my husband's dick right here, together with me.

    We all adjusted positions so that Bryce and I were squatting in front of Sven's cock, which was by now hard as a rock. I took his dick in my mouth first, leaving Bryce to play with Sven's smooth-shaved ball sack. 

    "Mmm," my husband moaned in pleasure.

    "You like that, Daddy?" Bryce asked, looking up. I wondered if Sven had ever told him that he likes being called that, or if Bryce came up with the word himself. Either way, it worked on Sven, and I felt his dick getting even larger in my cocksucking mouth. 

    I pulled back until it was only the tip that was in. I licked it with my tongue, and kissed and sucked on it while working the shaft with my hand. Bryce watched the whole thing from inches away, paying close attention as if he was in class.

    "Have you ever seen anyone suck cock in person before?" I asked.

    "Nah," he nodded, still staring at the action.

    "Watch and learn," I smiled, taking my husband's giant dick in my mouth again. I knew just how Sven liked it, and I was happy to share the secret with Bryce. 

    We stayed in the bathroom long enough to hear the boys come out of Eric's room and run downstairs to the living room and turn on the TV. There was no need to rush. I continued to work Sven's dick slowly under the watchful eye of my apprentice. Soon, it was time for Bryce to give it a go. I took Sven's prick out of my mouth and ceremoniously handed it to the teenage boy next to me, who looked eager to devour it. 

    Bryce started blowing Sven, and it was my turn now to pay attention to Sven's balls. I put them in my mouth, bumping chins with Bryce in the process. Sven had both of his hands on our heads, rubbing them as if shampooing our hair. It was his way of thanking us and letting us know we were doing a good job. 

    Bryce and I went back and forth a few times, sharing my husband's cock until he was on the edge. When I could tell that Sven was almost ready to shoot, I let our guest do the honors of getting his jizz. What kind of host would I be otherwise?

    "You sure? You wanna see me swallow your husband's cum?" Bryce asked, hard as a rock himself and jacking himself off while squatting.

    "Go for it," I encouraged him, and saw him swallow Sven's dick to the hilt. With my left hand on my husband's balls, I felt them start to contract. My right hand wandered down to Bryce's ass. Since he was squatting, I had easy access to his hole. With my middle finger, I pressed up against it a couple of times, feeling it pulsate invitingly. Just as Sven was about to cum, I slipped my finger in the teenager's asshole, instantly triggering Bryce's orgasm as well. The two men shot their loads simultaneously; Bryce's circling in the shower and Sven's going down the cocksucker's throat. I continued to finger Bryce, pressing on his prostate and feeling his orgasm from within. It must've felt amazing: shooting a load while being fingered and also swallowing Sven's daddy cum. It might be Eric's birthday, but Bryce was getting a present as well.

    When he was done cumming, Sven helped us get up and we finished the shower. We could hear "Hedwig's Theme" playing from the living room – the kids had started the movie marathon. My husband and I got dressed in shorts and T-shirts and lent Bryce some clothes to wear, since he'd come here in his Halloween costume. He asked if he could make a quick phone call before coming down to the living room, so we let him have our room and we went downstairs.

    After the first movie, we all had dinner and cake, and then went back in front of the TV. Eric and Niles sat on the floor, dressed in their Hogwarts uniforms (Eric a Ravenclaw and Niles a Slytherin). The three of us cuddled up on the couch, with Bryce in the middle. We wanted to be careful and not be too affectionate with Bryce in front of the kids, since that would strike them as weird, but we got away with holding hands and even the occasional kiss behind the boys' backs. After the second movie, I went to the kitchen to get more birthday cake for everyone, and my husband and Bryce said they'd come to help me.

    Of course, I didn't need help carrying five slices of cake; they just wanted to sneak away so the three of us could make out for a while. Bryce interrupted our triple kiss to share some news with us.

    "So, I talked to my parents earlier, when I was on the phone," he said. "I told them I wanted to spend the night here. If that's okay with you. As in, spend the night in your bed."

    By the look on my husband's face, I could tell he was just as surprised as I felt.

    "What did they say?" I asked.

    "They said that they wanna have a talk with me tomorrow when I get back home. But for tonight, they're okay with me sleeping here. But I don't even know if that's something you guys would like, I just wanted to let you know it's cool."

    I waited a moment, and let Sven take the wheel on this one.

    "We'd love to have you spend the night in our bed," he told Bryce and we went in for another passionate kiss before going back to the living room.

    "Where's the cake?!" Eric asked when he saw us return empty-handed.​

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    That night, Eric and Niles had a sleepover in Eric's bed; and my husband and I had a sleepover with Bryce in ours. The next morning, the two brothers had breakfast at our house before going back home. Sven went out for his morning run – later than usual – leaving Eric and me in the kitchen by ourselves.

    "Dad, is Bryce your boyfriend now?" my son asked curiously.

    "Why would you say that, honey?"

    "Because he slept over in your bed. And I saw both of you kiss him last night."

    "Oh. Well, no, he's not our boyfriend. But he did sleep with us last night, and we enjoy spending time with him."

    "I enjoy spending time with Niles as well," Eric said to my surprise.

    "What does he mean by that?" I wondered. Is it just one of those things kids say, or was he confessing something that happened between him and his friend last night? Was this the right time for a conversation like this? I knew it was coming sooner or later, but there was nothing that really prepared you for stuff like this.

    "Eric... Did you and Niles do anything last night, in bed? Did you touch each other?"

    "No! Dad, I swear, we just talked and went to sleep," Eric replied defensively. "I promise!"

    "Okay, okay! That's fine. Just... whatever happens, know that you can talk to your dad and me. Okay?"

    "Okay. Can I go watch TV now?"

    "Of course. But not until you give me a hug."

    Eric smiled and came in for a hug, before running off to the living room. All of a sudden, I remembered my husband's question a few weeks ago: "Do you think... I don't know if it's too early for this, but... do you ever think Eric might be into guys?"​