Ronaldo

Threesomes.

Doncha' hate 'em?

Don't get me wrong.

There's nothing I like looking at more than a hot porno threesome.

More exciting than just two.

And certainly not as complicated (just whose leg is that, for Crissakes?) as four.

Yes, three in porno is great.

But that's because the whole thing's being directed.

There's a guy with a camera there, telling the boys what to do, so everything's busy and fully occupied at the same time.

Sadly, though, real life's not like that.

Not at all.

In a real life threesome, someone's always being left out at any one time while the other two get really into each other - usually literally.

And that's how it was at the start of my last vacation.

You've read here (10 March) about my little Caribbean adventure with sexy Alfonso.

And then later (21 July) you also read about my glorious time on the beach with hot little tearaway Antonio.

So it seemed a great idea to arrange a long weekend with them both at once.

But it didn't work out that way.

The two boys had known each other far longer than they'd known me and I quickly ended up feeling like a "piggy in the middle" (except that I never was in the middle - I was usually out somewhere on the far edge!)

So I decided that, to get around the problem, there was gonna be a fourth guy joining us.

That should solve it, I thought.

And one morning I met him.

Ronaldo.

He was down on the beach.

The beach.

Let me explain.

Although, as I've told you, the laws on this island would have us locked up with the key thrown away, there was, Antonio told me, a remote stretch of beach where there was some occasional cruising.

The local boys knew that, if their girls were being difficult and holding out on them, it was a place they could go to meet a friendly tourist - always male, of course! - who'd buy them a few beers and happily relieve all that tropical tension by sucking them utterly and repeatedly dry.

So, needless to say, if you went there regularly on your vacation, you were almost bound to come across - and, pretty quickly, cum across! - one of those boys.

And that's exactly how I met Ronaldo.

By the end of the afternoon we'd become such good friends that he let me take out my camera and snap away while he just got right on with enjoying himself and, at the same time, entertaining me.

Though I like to think it was my influence, the fact that he'd drunk quite a few glasses of the local rum by that stage was probably a more convincing explanation of his complete lack of inhibition.

I'll show you a few of my holiday snaps from that day…

Like them?

Well, as you'll see here soon enough, that day was only the first of several I was to share with Ronaldo… and Antonio… and Alfonso.

As a foursome we were an unbeatable combination.

But sometimes, as the oldest one by more than a few years, I felt I wanted to sit a session out.

Not, of course, that that stopped the three of them.

They just carried on as if I wasn't there (though of course I was - and so were my stills and video cameras!)

And, suddenly, I began to think that threesomes were a real whole lot of fun after all…