I met again two more times after that first exciting afternoon. The boy began to practically live as Peter but never revealed his real name. It
spent entire weekend to fuck and eat steaks to regain his strength. They had inspected every inch of their bodies with care and attention and now manic not hated anything for each other. Pissed and defecated together, shower together and were indeed often did not wash a relationship even between sessions. They loved to be dried semen on her belly in thin layers as a sticky white PVA glue, to feel the smell of the other on overnight. The next morning, calmly got up and bathed together in the large Jacuzzi until the semen was dry and did not leave to the surface like the death of tanning cuticle. During their lovemaking Eva moved away quietly from the room-blue china to return to his bed only when it was done. Once they even tried to lick her hat, but she had despised and had secluded ticking on the tiles with their feet in the corridor and licking his chops to remove that smell from the nose. One Sunday morning the boy got up and did not find Peter's even in the bathroom, caught up in the kitchen. As he walked on tiptoe on the pottery frost heard him scream and then crying on the phone. Only when he threatened to return on foot to his house Peter confessed that he was engaged by ten years with a man from Bari, but that he could leave neither the one nor the other, because now he loved them both.
The boy met Nicola on the following Saturday at Peter's house. From the parties that made Eve and familiarity with which Nicholas was moving home, Andrew was convinced that Peter was telling the truth. It was embarrassing at first, but Peter had an incredible influence on both the lovers. After the desperate cries of Peter and sincere, a couple of pathetic attempts to leave by Nicholas and the boy's proposal to remove the noise, tempers subsided. The three slept on Latvian clothing, with Peter in their midst two embraced. On Sunday morning, the boy agreed to stay home with Eva. Peter and Nicola went out together in the car and returned about noon with a strange bronze statue in his hands. Represents an ancient Greek goddess: a half-man half-goat satyr playing the flute.
with neutral expression and a voice surprisingly calm, as if it were the most normal thing in this world, Peter expounded his idea of \u200b\u200ba story to three and he proposed to seal just the beginning of that love triangle with a bacchanal to be held right there in the house where they met. The orgy was be consumed before the statue of the god Pan, whose name-Peter pointed out to him with a certain amount of self-consisted of the initials of their three names: Peter, Andrew and Nicholas. The boy tried in vain to resist. No, I could not hold back! That's the one who always said he does not believe in coincidences. Nicola course had already agreed. To prove it he opened the hall of mirrors, lit the fireplace, lay naked on the carpet with Nicole and began to kiss him under the eye of mocking goat god. Nicola was older than him and also of Peter, but had to admit that the body is completely hairless, and the muscles rippling under the olive skin of the excited Bari a lot. After all, what's it matter? It had nothing to lose. Indeed it was in a position of advantage. He was not the ruin-families. He had been cheated and now they had the chance to take revenge. After all, the lover and he was also the youngest of three. If Peter and Nicholas were the base pair, he was the apex of the triangle. Nicola was well spent, he said. His cock was not as long as that of Peter, but it was dark and swollen, with a cock deep and smooth as the chapel of a fungus that glowed in the light of the flames in the fireplace. That was the last thing he saw. Then came a single, inextricable tangle of bodies excited. Flaming mouths, tongues darting, hands and fingers insatiable curious, greedy eyes and endless moans of pleasure. Peter was beginning to lead the dancing. But the boy only had to wait a little and, as he had expected, he soon became a center of attraction, complicit in the wine, the excitement irresistible taste for novelty. Peter capitulated first. At first, the impartiality of its attentions to the old and the new lover was impeccable. But almost without realizing it gradually turned away from Nicholas to indulge more and more hugs and kisses to the boy. Nicola stood there looking at them on the sidelines with his back resting against the wall and then slowly faded away. They heard him go driving his Saab while you were showering together.
But Peter did not give up the following weekend and found themselves once again all three together on the carpet in front of the fireplace and then, exhausted, fell asleep on the bed in blue room. One here, one there, and Peter in the center. The boy spent a sleepless night. The next morning in the kitchen Peter communicated to all his great idea.
"Now we've opened the hall of mirrors because we do not do a big party with all our friends? Everyone is free to invite whoever they like. What do you think? "
Nicola they seemed enthusiastic. On the other hand they had all friends in common. The boy however did not know who to invite. In the letter he wrote to Sylvia tried to sound normal, but was bound to come up with something to push her to leave his little David and get down to Rome. His birthday had just passed away and still graduate. He could not cheat. Silvia was well aware of the state of his studies. She could not lie. He had never done and did not want to start some time. She hated the lies and he could not risk losing her own when she most needed his presence. No use to tell a lie, he thought the boy. Just do not tell the whole truth and he certainly did not lack imagination. The following Saturday would have been May 2: Silvia's birthday. May was the month of roses and peonies. Silvia And even as he loved peonies. So lush and decadent. Lusty-smiled to himself-the guy and it seemed that there was a more appropriate term to describe that situation. Luxury and lust! He had found the theme of the festival and announced radiant Peter and Nicola who approved the proposal with enthusiasm. What a coincidence in the garden there was a flower bed full of peonies ready to bloom. The boy had a photo specifically at those swollen buds with his old Polaroid with a permanent marker and wrote below it: "Celebrating your birthday together, you, me and them? ".
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