"Am I intruding?" I asked cautiously."No dear, not at all. Good morning," Cynthia greeted me warmly. "Come have a seat. Can I get you anything? Adam i...s having a ham and Swiss omelet." That sounds good, if it's not too much trouble," I replied."It's no trouble at all. The frying pan is still warm," Cynthia answered, rising from her seat. Absentmindedly I watched her take the eggs, ham, and cheese from the refrigerator, then crack and mix the eggs. I thought for a moment she was going to fry the. I don't know. Again, I don't know. I wouldn't be surprised. But, who knows? I'll just have to talk to her, soon. And I'll see what I can find out. I just hope I haven't scarred her in some way. That's what I was always so afraid of." I know," he said. "I have to own some of it too, you know." Oh, I won't argue with you there," I replied, with a touch of sarcasm. "You got everything started. And you were pushy sometimes, but I went right along with you." Not always. You stopped it several. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and, as it turned out; neither could one of the friends (John) who was my best mate.We used to go to an old shed at the bottom of his garden and smoke cheap fags that came in a paper packet of four and were sold by a local shopkeeper - no questions asked!John kept asking about what the guy had made me do and I told him about being spunked on.He said he wished the guy had done that to him and made me tell him all about itOver the next few weeks. The two guys were a little older than us but not much and they were hot!!! They were str8 acting which made Alex feel a little more comfortable and if anyone walked past our table they would have thought it was 4 str8 mates just having dinner ... not the first act in a hardcore gay foursome.Dinner ended pretty late and we had all had a few drinks and the four of us were getting along well. Alex and I had established a bit of a signal so he could tell me which of the guys he liked better which.