The boy gradually got used to my taking part in his sessions. If Carmela wasn't available,he would ask me timidly to help him out. Naturally I was delighted although I was fighting my demons about messing around with another man. As was he, but sheer lust always got the better of us both.
After each spanking session I would milk him but I would keep him on edge with occasional slow strokes of his long curved cock. I just loved the way he would spurt a long white string up to almost a metre away. Then he would give me relief with his hand until he eventually accepted to use his mouth.
He brought a girl with him once. She was plain, unsophisticated and incredibly shy, obviously lacking in any sexual experience. He'd known her for years and she was besotted by him. He thought perhaps that between us we might bring her out of her shell. Chauvinist bastards! We were patient and gentle with her and it took weeks before she was comfortable enough to let herself go. We had soft threesomes to help her relax until the time was right and he took her virginity one evening. She cried like a baby with pain, relief and pleasure. I took a back seat for a while and let them enjoy themselves until after a couple of weeks I decided to introduce a little variety into their vanilla sex life.
That's another story.