Gavin furrowed his brow. “We’re not really a league, though, are we? We’re a trio?”
“I like it,” said Peter, not looking up from his textbook, which lay open on Jonathan’s kitchen table. “Has a nice ring to it. ‘The League of Bi-Curious Gentlemen.’ Stately.”
“Not that we’re really bi-curious at this point,” said Gavin. “I think we’re beyond curious.”
“Bi-fascinated?” Jonathan suggested, and they all grinned at each other.
It had been three weeks since that first night, and in that time Jonathan had been fucked twice by Gavin and once by Peter, and had himself fucked each of them once. Somewhat to his surprise, he seemed to prefer bottoming. Even more to his surprise, so did Peter, but they both fucked Gavin on general principle. He’d lost count of how many times he’d had each of their cocks in his mouth.
When he stopped to think about it, Jonathan reflected that it was really amazing just how comfortably the three of them had slipped into this arrangement, and how chill they all were with each other. There was no weirdness, no guilt, no jealousy… just the excitement and pulse-pounding sense of exploration and desire. Jonathan had come to love the anticipation of seeing, touching, and tasting the others’ erect cocks, of feeling them get hard against his hand or in his mouth, of the singular sensation of a hard cock sliding in and out of his ass. He liked the way in which Peter’s orgasms built steadily, the way his cock got even huger just before he came. He liked how Gavin always came suddenly, with only a whispered “Oh fuck” as a warning before he let loose like a spigot. Gavin’s semen was salty and slightly fishy, Peter’s a little bitter and thick.
They met several nights a week, usually for study and paper-writing sessions at Jonathan’s apartment. And they actually did work: they left their more orgiastic evenings for Fridays and Saturdays; but there would come a moment as the study nights went on when someone would drop a hint, and one of the other two – sometimes both – would quickly be between his legs, sucking him off. Most study nights were just given over to blowjobs, and tonight Jonathan found himself looking over at where Gavin sat insouciantly on the sofa, his legs splayed as he pored over the book in his hand.
“My, someone’s impatient,” Gavin said, pleased, as Jonathan sat next to him and ran the heel of his hand down his crotch. He was rewarded by the feeling of Gavin’s cock stirring, and continued rubbing him through his jeans until his eyes fluttered softly and he let out an involuntary moan.
Jonathan waited until Gavin was very hard, his cock straining against the denim, before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. He peeled the jeans open and squeezed the cock, outlined tantalizingly by the tight cotton of his boxer briefs. Gavin moaned again. Jonathan pulled Gavin’s shirt up over his lanky frame, and leaned forward to tease his nipples with his tongue and teeth. He tugged on his jeans. Getting the message, Gavin pulled them and his underwear down. His hard cock caught on the elastic for a moment and then slapped back against his belly. Jonathan took it in his hand and started to stroke it, continuing to nip and lick at Gavin’s nipples.
“Oh fuck. Yes. Nice,” Gavin whimpered. Out of the corner of his eye, Jonathan saw that Peter had pushed his chair away from the kitchen table and taken his cock out, stroking it lazily. If he didn’t make himself come before he was finished with Gavin, Jonathan thought, I’ll have that one in my mouth tonight too.
After stroking Gavin for a few minutes, Jonathan leaned down and ran the tip of his tongue up the shaft of his cock, pausing to swirl it around the swollen head and delicately lap up the drop of precum that had gathered there. He slid down to his knees, kneeling between Gavin’s legs, and started to go to town. In his short career of cocksucking, Jonathan had learned a few tricks, twisting his head on the upstroke and squirming his tongue against the sensitive flesh just below the head. On the down stroke he opened his throat and took Gavin down to the hilt, savoring the sensation of the bulbous head sliding past his tonsils.
Sucking Gavin was always an adventure because he rarely gave any warning before he came aside from a sudden gasp or muttered oath. He plunged his head down again, burying his nose in Gavin’s ginger pubes, and suddenly his cock spasmed. Jonathan moaned as Gavin whimpered and exploded deep in his throat, swallowing, milking his friend’s cock.
He slowly drew his mouth off the still-stiff rod, pausing to give it one last lick and stroke its shiny, slippery length while Gavin lay with his head thrown back, panting. The couch creaked as Peter lowered his bulk down on the cushion next to him, his cock out and hard.
“My turn?” he asked with a smile.
***
So it went in the weeks that followed. At first Jonathan often reflected on how comfortable the arrangement was, how casual but at the same time how intimate, and how there was a complete lack of jealousy. Sometimes all three of them fooled around together; sometimes just two. Jonathan knew that Gavin and Peter would have sex on occasion, and he was with each of them individually any number of times.
There were different pleasures to be had: Gavin was a really good top, and knew how to tease and when to fuck him hard, and more than once made Jonathan come without him touching his cock. Peter was more intimate, and tended to enjoy slower, more prolonged sessions of sucking and stroking. He and Jonathan developed a liking for frotting, when they would sit facing each other and rub their lubed cocks together, striving to orgasm in tandem. Gavin was the more inventive, on occasion making a game of their threesomes, their favorite of which was to suck each other in a daisy chain, with the person who managed to hold out getting to fuck the other two (Jonathan usually played to lose).
But their favorite game was to go into the bi-curious chat room in which they’d initially met. Gavin brought his laptop and logged in as Neil69 while Jonathan logged in as HotNerd. When one of them got into a private chat they’d invite the other, and tell their virtual partner that they were three guys in r/t and offer to do whatever he wanted, which they would describe in detail.
There were a lot of pleas for photos. Wanting to maintain their anonymity, they compromised by taking a few shots of each of their cocks immediately after coming. That kept most of their interlocutors happy.
No one knew. The secrecy was part of the fun and excitement, but they were also leery of letting anyone else know, not out of shame, but a sense that this was something special; they knew how lurid it would seem to others, and how it would be characterized. They did talk sometimes of expanding their membership, but knew they risked upsetting the magical equilibrium they’d found. They still dated women: Peter, with his dark good looks and weightlifter’s body, was a magnet for girls, but he was picky and discerning. Gavin, by contrast, was a rake, and developed a reputation as something of a player.
Jonathan had a number of hookups and casual flings, though nothing on par with Gavin. There was also talk sometimes of inviting one or more of their girlfriends to join them, but nothing ever came of that, especially not after a girl Peter had started to get serious about broke up with him when he told her he was bisexual.
“She said the thought of being with a man who fucked other men freaked her out,” he told them glumly.
“What we need to find,” said Gavin, “is a girl who gets totally turned on by it. We could put on a show.”
The thought hadn’t occurred to Jonathan, but when Gavin said it, he found himself surprisingly aroused by the prospect. Together, he and Gavin consoled Peter by going down on him together and then putting on their own show for him in which, at Gavin’s suggestion, Peter directed everything they did.
They’d text each other using the code “league night” to mean when all three would be together; when one of them was out on a date or too busy with schoolwork, the other two would hook up. Sometimes when all three of them were seeing women they might go a week or two without having sex with each other, which would usually result in an orgiastic league night, so hungry were they for each other’s cocks. After Christmas break, they rang in the new year with a particularly epic night.
Whatever else happened, Jonathan reflected, monogamy would probably never again be an option for him.
One night in February, during reading week, Jonathan found himself alone. Peter had gone home to his family and Gavin had gone on a ski trip with one of his on-and-off girlfriends. Bored and horny, he logged into the usual chat room and idly followed the general discussion, scanning for familiar handles. The traffic that night was slow, and he was resigning himself to a sad wank and turning in when a request for a private chat popped up from SailorMerc22, a handle he’d seen often in the room, but had never chatted with.
Intrigued, Jonathan accepted.
HotNerd : Hello.
SailorMerc22 : Hi! What’s happening?
HotNerd : Not much. Slow night.
SailorMerc22 : I know. Everyone’s away for slack week, I guess.
HotNerd : You’re a student at the university?
SailorMerc22 : Yup. I’ll bet most of the people in this room are. You?
HotNerd : Yes. So why aren’t you off doing something interesting?
SailorMerc22 : No money. And I kinda like the school when everyone’s gone.
HotNerd : So what are you up for tonight?
SailorMerc22 : Well … hopefully this doesn’t seem weird, but I’d really like to ask you some questions if you’re OK with that.
HotNerd : What kind of questions?
SailorMerc22 : About sex. Have you actually been with a guy, or just virtually?
HotNerd : No, I’ve been with men.
SailorMerc22 : A lot?
HotNerd : Yeah, actually. Bi-curious isn’t really accurate anymore.
SailorMerc22 : Are you gay, then?
HotNerd : No, just really bisexual.
SailorMerc22 : LOL. So what does that mean?
HotNerd : Huh. Good question. I guess it means that when I see a really good looking woman, she turns my head; and I love sex with women. But I also like cock. A lot.
SailorMerc22 : That’s hot.
HotNerd : No argument. Are these the kind of questions you meant?
SailorMerc22 : Sort of. OK, can I be honest?
HotNerd : Of course.
SailorMerc22 : OK. I’m a girl, btw. Probably should have started with that. And I just get SO turned on by two men having sex. Is that weird?
HotNerd : Why would that be weird?
SailorMerc22 : Some people think it’s weird. My best friend thinks I’m a perv for liking gay porn.
HotNerd : I like gay porn.
SailorMerc22 : LOL. So how many men have you been with?
HotNerd : Two. But I’ve been with both of them a lot.
SailorMerc22 : What kind of stuff do you do?
For then next fifteen minutes or so, Jonathan regaled SailorMerc22 with detailed descriptions of sucking, stroking, and fucking Gavin and Peter, and being sucked, stroked, and fucked by them. She asked detailed questions, and voiced amazement and awe, professing to be getting seriously turned on by his descriptions. So was Jonathan: sitting there, telling this anonymous woman all about his sexcapades had turned his cock rock hard. Sooner or later he was going to have to pull it out and jerk off, but he was quite enjoying the sexual tension.
SailorMerc22 : You write really well, btw.
HotNerd : Thanks! Think I’ve got a career writing gay erotica?
SailorMerc22 : Totally. You should write up some stories and post them to one of those erotic fiction sites. And then send me the link so I can read them.
HotNerd : That never occurred to me.
SailorMerc22 : Do it! And write one in which a shy, gay-porn watching girl gets to watch.
HotNerd : And take part?
SailorMerc22 : If invited. After all, you do still dig chicks, right?
HotNerd : Oh yeah. I’m totally into women.
SailorMerc22 : Huh.
HotNerd : What?
SailorMerc22 : Nothing. I just had a weird thought, is all.
HotNerd : What?
SailorMerc22 : I’ll tell you in a bit. So you’re a student here at the university, you said?
HotNerd : Yup. It would be funny if we’ve ever had a class together, wouldn’t it.
SailorMerc22 : Yeah. Except that I think we have.
HotNerd : Uh-oh. Please tell me you haven’t guessed my secret identity.
SailorMerc22 : I think I have.
HotNerd : For the love of Christ. Am I really that transparent?
SailorMerc22 : ?
HotNerd : Never mind. Long story. So who do you think I am?
SailorMerc22 : I don’t want to guess yet. In case I’m wrong. If I’m right, though, I totally had a crush on you last year.
HotNerd : OK.
SailorMerc22 : Hint: think of my handle.
Sailor Mercury? Jonathan had watched Sailor Moon when he was in high school, pretending to do so ironically for his friends’ benefit while in reality loving it. Sailor Mercury was the bookish, nerdy one… weirdly, one of the only characters on a Japanese cartoon who actually looked Asian, with short-cropped black hair and…
HotNerd : Holy shit. Are you Lauryn Ito?
SailorMerc22 : Bingo!
Lauryn fucking Ito . She had been in his Philosophy of Gender class the previous year. Whip-smart, quiet but intense, and to Jonathan’s eyes drop-dead beautiful. Most guys he knew relegated her to the category of “cute,” with her slight frame, glasses, and boyish haircut. She attracted a lot of guys who just liked Asian girls, but most guys seemed to look past her to the more flamboyant party girls that were staples of college campuses.
Which was another reason, to Jonathan’s mind, why most guys were idiots.
She also dressed modestly, and besides which was reputed to have a long-term boyfriend at a different school. But her face was gorgeous, and however modestly she dressed, it was still obvious she had an amazing body. A fact that Jonathan was made more aware of the previous autumn, when on warm days he’d often see her jogging in running tights and a tank top that showed off a perfect ass and breasts that were just slightly larger than you would expect to see on her slim body.
Apparently, she’d had a crush on him.
HotNerd : And you had a crush on me?
SailorMerc22 : If you’re who I think you are.
HotNerd : Jonathan Corey.
SailorMerc22 : Yay! I was right!
HotNerd : How did you guess?
SailorMerc22 : Remember when I said you still dig chicks? and you said, yeah, I’m totally into women. I like that you changed the sexist language, even though I was giving you license to use it. It made me think of the times you took down Carl Doman, that sexist-prick-pretending-to-be-feminist in our philosophy of gender class.
HotNerd : Fun times. For the record, I totally had a crush on you too. Too bad we didn’t know.
SailorMerc22 : Probably just as well. I was still with my asshole ex.
HotNerd : When did that end?
SailorMerc22 : This summer. Turned out he was fucking some buxom blond bitch. No, I shouldn’t call her that. No, wait – I met her. She was a bitch. She deserves him.
HotNerd : Whereas if he’d been fucking some blond dude, well, then you could have talked.
SailorMerc22 : LOL. True!
There was a longish pause.
HotNerd : So … um, where do we go from here?
SailorMerc22 : I don’t know. I’ve fantastized for so long about watching actual guys get it on, but I never actually thought I would find someone in this chat room with your experience, much less someone I know and like.
HotNerd : Why were you trying in the bi-curious room?
SailorMerc22 : I tried the straight-up gay chatroom, but no one I talked to was into having a woman watch. I figured bi-types would be more amenable.
HotNerd : Ah.
SailorMerc22 : Do you think your friends would be willing to… you know, let me watch?
HotNerd : Maybe. I’ll have to ask them.
SailorMerc22 : Do I know them too?
HotNerd : I can’t say until I talk to them.
SailorMerc22 : Of course. That’s fair.
Another pause.
SailorMerc22 : Oh god. This is so weird.
HotNerd : Little bit, yeah 🙂
SailorMerc22 : I hope you’re not freaked out by me knowing who you are, now.
HotNerd : Surprisingly not. It’s actually kind of cool.
SailorMerc22 : Can I ask you a question?
HotNerd : Why stop now.
SailorMerc22 : So how come you’re hanging out in a bi-curious chat room tonight instead of, you know, having actual hot sex with your friends?
HotNerd : They’re both away for the week.
SailorMerc22 : Right. I should have guessed.
HotNerd : This has been fun, though.
SailorMerc22 : SO MUCH FUN. I am so horny now, listening to your stories.
HotNerd : Telling them was pretty erection-inducing too.
Pause. Jonathan’s cock started to stir again, and he rubbed the heel of his hand over it.
SailorMerc22 : So, here’s a crazy idea… you’re horny, I’m horny, all our friends are away, and given that I’ve seen you around the neighborhood, it’s a good bet you’re not that far from me. Want to tell me more of your stories… in person?
HotNerd : Um. Yes.
SailorMerc22 : 😀
HotNerd : Where do you live?
She gave him an address that was about ten minutes away from his place. Jonathan practically ran to her low-rise apartment building, his hand trembling as he pushed the button for her flat. She buzzed him up immediately, as if she’d been waiting with her finger on the button. He went up the stairs two at a time and arrived at her door to find it open, with Lauryn framed in the doorway.
“Took you long enough,” she said, her voice thick. She grabbed him by the front of the jacket and hauled him inside, slamming the door behind him.
She kissed him without preamble, her tongue sliding urgently between his lips. She grappled with his coat, dropping it onto the ground, and when she went for the buttons of his shirt, he pulled her hands away, saying “Wait. Let me look at you.”
She pouted in jest, but stepped back for his benefit. She was dressed in a grey tank top and tartan pyjama bottoms. The tank fitted her snugly, showing off the curve of her hips and her perfectly round breasts. She had a long, elegant neck and a pointed chin, and cupid’s bow of a mouth that he knew could split into a charmingly coy grin.
“Good Christ, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, and there was the grin. She blushed with pleasure and stepped into his arms.
“And you,” she murmured as she tipped her face up to kiss him, “are seriously hot for a nerd.”
They kissed again, less urgently this time, slowly, exploring. He ran his hands down the small of her back and cupped the tight, round ass he’d stared at longingly when she had jogged past him those warm autumn days. He brought his hands up to run through her hair, and she grabbed his wrists and guided his hands to her breasts. She moaned into his mouth as he caressed them and ran his thumbs over her nipples as they hardened beneath the soft material of her tank.
Then her hands were at his shirt again. She took her time, slowly working her way down until his shirt hung open and she slid her fingers over his belly and chest. “Oh, good,” she murmured. “You have a great body. I always suspected, but sometimes it is hard to tell.”
She led him across the living room, which to Jonathan’s surprise and delight was quite messy, and into the apartment’s one small bedroom. Her bed was a tangle of sheets that she simply ripped off and deposited on the floor with no ceremony. She took hold of her shirt’s hem and pulled it over her head, and stepped out of her pyjama pants, naked but for a tiny pair of black panties.
And if he’d thought she was beautiful before! There are some people, Jonathan thought, who look better out of their clothes than in them. Lauryn was one of those people. He quickly shed his shirt, but her hands were at his belt before his. She kissed him again while she worked the buckle and undid it, unbuttoning his jeans and slowly sliding the zipper down. She kissed his neck and his chest, taking one and then the other nipple in her mouth, slowly sinking to her knees as her fingers found the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Still working with agonizing slowness, she pulled the waistband down to expose the head of his cock, and she chuckled appreciatively. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned when he felt the tip of her tongue lick away the leaking precum and then close around the head. He felt his pants slide down his thighs and then he was in her mouth, one hand stroking him while she slid her lips and tongue up and down over his shaft.
He suddenly realized he was close. After the buildup over the evening in the chatroom, the anticipation of his brisk walk over, and above all the sight of her exquisite, slim back below him, it was too much.
“Oh god, I’m close,” he murmured, and tried to get her to stop, but she chuckled again around his cock and sped up her tempo.
When he came, she moaned, pulling back so her mouth formed as seal around the head as his cock spasmed once, twice, three times. She looked up at him with a wicked smile, her finger wiping a bit of cum from the side of her mouth that had escaped, and licking it from her fingertip.
He growled and pulled her to her feet, struggling to get out of his pants while he pushed her back on the bed. She pulled him down on top of her, kissing him deeply. He kissed her neck, pleased to evoke a shuddering moan as he did so. Then he slid down to lavish attention to her breasts. They were almost perfectly round and firm, with dark brown nipples about the size of a nickel. They hardened into ecstatic little nubs about half an inch long under his tongue, and she gasped and moaned as he rolled them against his teeth with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck yes … that’s lovely.”
Her belly was almost perfectly flat, her skin smooth and soft. He trailed kisses as he inched downward, until he lay between her legs. He slipped her underwear off and breathed in her scent. Her pubic hair was shaved into a short, glossy black strip. An exploratory finger run over her labia found her sopping wet. For a moment he ran his fingertip lightly over the hard nub of her clit, eliciting a shuddering moan, and then leaned forward to replace his finger with his tongue.
The previous year he’d dated a brash, loud woman named Cathy whose favourite response when men hit on her was to say, “If you don’t eat pussy, just keep walkin’!” He was only with her for about three weeks, but in that time he was given what felt like a graduate-level education in cunnilingus. Cathy, in her brazen way, declared him an excellent student and he was certain that he’d gotten more than a few dates from her good press, which she often gave with the slightest provocation.
He knew that the most crucial “trick” was simple patience, to be willing to go as long as needed; but apparently Lauryn was about as worked up as he was, for within just a few minutes she was gasping and shuddering, her hands on the back of his head pushing him into her pubis. He slid his tongue back and forth, resting his upper lip above her clit and lapping fast and hard while her hips rose off the bed. One orgasm gave way to another, for a total of three before she was grasping his shoulders with her trembling hands, pulling him up and handing him a condom.
“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Now. Fuck me.”
The writhing of her body and the sound of her orgasm had made Jonathan hard again, and he unrolled the condom on his cock as quickly as he could manage. Almost before it was on, she grabbed him and pulled him into her, crying out as his cock slid home. For a long moment he held it there, pressing deeply into her, until she started to move against him, and he slowly started to pump, picking up speed as she pressed him increasingly urgently with her legs.
With surprising strength she rolled him onto his back and started to ride him urgently, her torso undulating as she rocked back and forth on his cock. He reached up to caress her breasts and she grasped his hands to her, gripping them and massaging her breasts with his hands. Her eyes did not leave his. Her mouth was parted slightly, the tip of her tongue moving over her lips. She leaned down to kiss him and for a few long moments they clasped each other desperately close while the tempo of their hips increased.
“Holy shit,” she said, wonderingly. “I’m going to come again.”
“Me too,” he said, his voice strangled.
Her moans grew more urgent as she rode him, and he felt the orgasm building inside him. When she cried out it put him over the edge. For an instant he saw them as if in a frieze, her above him, her back arched in ecstasy and her head thrown back; him lying beneath her, staring up at her perfect body, their hands joined, knuckles whitening as they both came.
She fell off him, gasping. “Wow,” she said when her breath calmed. “That never happens.”
“What doesn’t?”
“That I come from fucking after I’ve come from head. It’s usually just one or the other.”
“Good to know,” he said, and she laughed. They lay there in silence for a span, and he said, “Just so you know, I don’t usually come that quickly. When you went down on me, I mean.”
“Me neither. But to be fair, we did have about half an hour of foreplay on the computer.”
“True.” He rolled over on his side and ran a finger down his cheek. “You really are very beautiful.”
“Thanks,” she smiled, grasping his finger and kissing it. “Regrets?”
“None. You?”
“Nope. Which is good, because I want to do that at least two more times before we sleep.”
“If we must …”
She cuffed him gently on the shoulder. “I insist.”
