“You haven’t. It was fascinating.”
“I agree with our boy,” Gabe says. “I wish you’d told me about them before.”
“You only had to ask,” I remind him.
Gabe rolls his eyes. “Your turn to choose the topic, baby boy.”
“While we’re talking about kissing…”
“I thought we were talking about tattoos,” Cal says.
“We were talking about kissing before we got sidetracked.” Blake winks. “What was your first sexual experience?”
I’m happy to start this round. “It was in sixth form. I sucked his cock in the school showers, and we got caught by one of the PE teachers.”
“You didn’t get caught?” Blake and Gabe both guess.
I click my finger. “That was too easy, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” Gabe says. “As for mine, itwasat university. It was with one of my lecturers, and we gave each other hand jobs in a cleaning cupboard.”
“No way it was with your lecturer,” I say.
“It wasn’t in a cleaning cupboard?” Blake asks.
“I’m afraid it was, baby boy. But Cal is right. It was with a fellow student, not a lecturer.”
Blake tugs his sock off.
“Mine was in the toilet at a nightclub, when I was eighteen, with an older guy.”
“Please tell me it wasn’t in a toilet,” Gabe says.
“You weren’t eighteen,” I venture. I’m pretty sure itwaswith an older guy.
“Daddy’s right,” Blake says. “We went out the back and frotted in the alleyway.”
I stand and take my trousers off. Now Blake and I are just as naked as each other, while Gabe is still only missing one sock. He’s far too good at this game.
“Places you’ve been on holiday,” Gabe says. “I’ll start. Paris, Florida, and Spain.”
“Spain?” Blake asks.
“Florida,” I say with an affected yawn.
“Cal’s right.”
Blake wriggles out of his pretty knickers and drops them on top of the rest of his clothes. I hum appreciatively.
“Blackpool, Whitby, Skegness,” Blake says.
“Whitby,” I say, making a wild guess.
“Blackpool,” Gabe says.
“We’ve never been on holiday to Blackpool,” Blake confirms. “Well done, Daddy. You’ve got us both naked.”
I stand again and pull my boxer shorts off.
