Graham Duffy awoke from a deep, dreamless sleep with a start. The handsome, exceptionally well-built young Scotsman found himself sandwiched tightly between his two current sleeping partners like a golden-brown slab of juicy ham laid between two slices of thick brown bread. The three naked men were lying on the broad double bed without any covering, the crumpled sheets beneath them stiffened with spots of dried come - the result of a long, hot night of passionate lovemaking-a-trois. Graham sighed contentedly, suppressing a loud yawn, and wriggled against the two sweaty, snoring bodies, savoring their warmth. He knew he was a lucky man. How many guys would be wild with gratitude at the thought of making it with either Bob or Carey, let alone both at once?
Both young studs were tall, husky, black-haired, their smooth skins bronzed a rich dark brown from long hours spent beneath the hot Southern Californian sun. Bob, like Graham a semi-professional body-builder, was one rippling mass of knotted, beautifully proportioned muscle, even when relaxed in sleep; he had an enticing strip…