Gary bends Peter over a chair with everyone watching.

It had taken a little bit for Gary to get over his jitters at everyone's eyes on him and Peter, as well as Sally hovering with her little camera, but once they had gotten settled, with Peter bent forward, braced over an armchair at the center of the living room, it wasn't long before Gary got Cock 'A' into Ass 'B', took hold of Peter's butt cheeks, and started working on a rhythm.

A flicker in the corner of his eye threw Gary off for a second. He glanced up and to the side. Lil, watching from the upstairs railing again. Well, if his sister wanted to see Gary doing Peter, so be it. He tilted his head down, focusing on the heart of the action. His slick cock slid in and out of Peter's ass, hot, snug, and familiar from thirty or forty visits over the past couple years. He'd been fucking Peter, off and on, longer than he'd had any steady girlfriend.

But Gary never knew what to say about it. One day, Peter had asked. Gary had done it for his best friend. Then Peter had asked again, later. Over time he and Peter got into jacking each other off and sucking each other's cocks, but most times, Peter would want Gary up his ass. Sometimes Gary thought it was over, but then Peter would ask for another trip to the moon, and Gary was always there, even breaking a date with Sharon once to give it to Peter.

But Peter's mom and dad had known all along, and they'd told Gary's mom and dad, and till this crazy sea cruise, it just went on like that. Mom and Dad pretending not to know. Peter told his girlfriend Sandy, and they showed off for her once. Then it had all come out, and it was a little rough between him and Bernie, but now here she was, watching like she asked to.

And it felt damn good. Up Pete's ass. In front of everyone. Finally Gary didn't feel like a freak. If it was okay with Mom and Dad and Jim and Sally, Gary could just let it go. He'd even enjoyed watching Peter fuck Dad up the ass and jack him off. Maybe Gary would never join Jim and Sally's sex parties, but for now, he was good. It was all good. Gary quickened his strokes, watching Peter's hands clench tighter on the back of the chair. Peter's ring squeezed down on his shaft.

Gary slowed his thrusts and squeezed Peter's butt cheeks. "Pete," he said. "How we gonna get you off?"

This would be number four or five for Peter, so it might be some work.