Three-Way Love Ch. 01

Reese Martin met Grant Troupe in Boy Scouts, when they were twelve-years-old. Reese’s family has just moved from Georgia to the quiet middle class subdivision. The Florida development was called ‘Isle O’ Lakes’ because it was bordered to the north by a large lake. There were canals running through the backyards, leading out to the water. Woods were to the west and the eastern-most homes backed up to a large orange grove. To the south was county property with a jail and road maintenance facilities.

Reese came to be called ‘Cup,’ because the made the mistake of introducing himself to the other boys with an analogy. “My name’s Reese, like in Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.” While he initially thought it was a ‘huge’ misstep, he came to like the moniker.

He and Grant, AKA ‘GT,’ became close friends at once. They were both quiet and reserved.

While Cup was tall and thin, GT was average height, but muscular. They spent the middle school years water skiing, camping, doing average schoolwork, and trying to figure out girls. When they entered high school, Cup joined the band as a drummer and GT was on the swimming and tennis teams. Cup was in the debate club and GT joined Civitan, the ‘cool’ club.

Their first sexual experience together was in their senior year. They had previously talked about masturbation and how one ‘had’ to do it or get ‘blue balls.’ GT had shared finding his father’s ‘dirty book’ stash… no pictures, just words.

One Saturday morning, Cup shared he had a ‘collection’ of Playboy magazines. GT wanted to see them, so Cup invited him over. Cup’s father was out fishing, and his mom had taken his sister to go shopping… privacy was assured. They each had a magazine, looking silently at the pictures. Cup was getting an erection and he noticed GT was too.

“Man, if you weren’t here, I’d beat my meat fer sure,” Cup said.

“Don’t let me stop you,” GT replied.

“I don’t know, man. Jerking with you watching sounds gay to me,” Cup suggested.

“I got a boner. You want me whack off too?” GT asked.

“I don’t want to watch you. I mean; I wanna get off. If we both, do it, then nobody will be… will be. Neither one of us will just watch.” Cup concluded hesitantly.

“That’s cool with me,” GT answered.

Cup laid the magazine down in front of him and pulled his bathing suit down. His boner sprang free, and he started stroking it. GT stood up, which caught Cup’s eye, and pulled his t-shirt off. Cup had seen GT’s toned chest many times. He envied the wide shoulders, defined abs and lats, and flat stomach. He had not seen the sizeable cock, standing almost vertical, and swaying, as GT stepped out of his bathing suit. Cup’s eyes were locked as GT stood back upright.

“You like what you see?” GT asked.

The question caught Cup off guard. He admired what he saw a little bit ‘too much,’ he thought. He replied, “What do you mean?”

“I tried to get you to try out for the swim team. You always said you wanted a more developed chest. This is what swim practice has done for me,” GT replied, while flexing his lats.

Cup blushed slightly and looked down. ‘He’s not talking about his cock, you idiot,’ he realized. “You put a lot of work into having those abs. But band practice cancels swim practice. It is what it is.”

GT kneeled down and opened the magazine up and began stroking himself. “This bitch looks like she’s in heat. I sure would like to fuck her.”

“This one’s got her legs spread so far apart, we could both fit in,” Cup suggested.

“That would be cool! Fucking the same broad at the same time. We’d make her scream from pleasure, as we stuffed our cocks up her cunt.” GT said, while humping his fist.

GT didn’t cuss and was always extremely courteous to women and girls. So, his language surprised Cup. However, the thought of rubbing his cock against GTs, while banging the woman in the picture, brought his orgasm quickly. He shot a large amount of cum in a series of quick ejaculations. The first spurt landed on the magazine GT was looking at. The last bit of spunk dropped on his magazine.

He looked up and GT was openly gawking his cock. He continued to stare as he unloaded. His spray of cum was accompanied by moans and groans of pleasure.

When finished, GT smiled. “That was impressive. You got your nut off quick.”

“I was thinking about having sex with you… Shit, that’s not what I meant. I was imagining what it would be like to bang a woman together. The idea just really turned me on.” Cup replied.

“I know what you mean. We’re not queer. But the idea of us doing a woman together is hot!” GT added.

What GT didn’t say was how the idea of touching his cock to Cup’s was highly arousing. GT pondered this feeling, ‘I say I’m not queer, but I’d suck Cup off in a second if he asked.’

The moment passed and like the proverbial ships at sea, they moved on. After graduation, GT enlisted in the Navy. Cup stayed home and worked in a Rock ‘n Roll band. He was trying to go to college, but he paid more attention to his drums. He was academically suspended after the first ulus escort year. But his band had a steady gig at a bar near an Air Force base.

The audience was appreciative, and it was a lot of fun. He would occasionally hook up with a groupie but wasn’t dating anyone. After a year of working 9:00PM to 2:00AM, he realized it wasn’t going anywhere. The newness wore off and it got to be tedious.

He asked his Dad about returning to college and was informed, ‘no more free ride.’ His dad did offer to reimburse Cup’s tuition for classes in which he made “A” or “B.” He didn’t have the money to pay for tuition and decided he would join the Navy and get VA benefits for college.

Four years later they were both back home. GT had done a six-year tour as a Navy SEAL. Cup had cruised the Pacific on a Fast Frigate and done clerical work. They were both ready to take college seriously and decided to attend the same university. With their VA stipend they rented a three bedroom apartment off-campus. Their intention was to get a roommate to share costs. They put an ad in the housing section of the university website.

Cup noticed a difference in post-Navy GT. He was more confident and slightly more outgoing. GT was also quite unconscious about his nudity. He would sometimes come out for breakfast with only a towel wrapped around his waist, which would occasionally slip off. He slept and apparently studied naked because sometimes GT would walk into the kitchen for something sans clothing.

Cup preferred studying at the kitchen table, but GT seemed unaware of the distraction his nakedness created. Despite this bit of exhibitionism, they were both still fairly introverted. That’s what made their rooming together work so well. Early in their first semester, GT and Cup were sharing some pizza and beer in their apartment.

“Do you remember when we jerked off together and talked about sharing a woman?” GT asked.

Startled, Cup responded, “Uh, yea vaguely.” This was not true. He remembered it clearly and had masturbated countless times thinking about every detail of that encounter… how GT stroked his large cock, the way his balls flew back and forth, his incredible Adonis body, and the wicked lust he felt for GT.

“Well, I had an experience like that in the SEALS. You know my team was based on the east coast and we made a lot of trips to the Mediterranean. One trip to Greece, five teammates and I rented a villa for a long weekend. A couple of guys made a grocery and liquor run. They came back with a young woman named Cassia and introduced her as a servant. Turns out she was a prostitute, and she was smokin’ hot… perfect body and tan all over. She stayed naked the entire weekend and was available for any and all sexual pleasures.”

Cup asked, “Are you sure she was there voluntarily?”

“I had a moment alone with her and asked. She told me plainly that she was ‘happy’ to be there with young men. Evidently almost all of her clientele in town were older guys. She not only liked fucking guys a few years younger than her, but the money was ‘agathos,’ which means good.”

Cup was more than interested in the concept. “How was it?” He asked.

“The sex started out with one guy and her in private. But eventually it was all out in the open. A few guys might be sitting out on the ‘aithrio’ looking at the sea. One of them would say, ‘Cassia come give me a blowjob.’ She would walk right over and suck his cock, while they continued talking. One time we put six chairs in a circle. We all sat down, and she moved around on her knees sucking all of us. That was an incredible sight… five guys with hard-on’s all watching one of us get sucked. Everybody came and she swallowed every drop.”

“Towards the end of the weekend, it seemed like she was always doing something for or with somebody. You put a half dozen twenty-something healthy men together with a willing, beautiful, naked woman and things are going to happen.”

“Wow!” Cup laughed and felt his cock rousing. The thought of what that would be like was too much, not to get hard.

“Alright, you get the picture. The morning of the last day, I was banging her on the sofa in the living room. The rest of the guys had gone to bed drunk and nobody else was up. She was so good looking and knew how to fuck. I’m getting close and my buddy Sean walks in on us. No biggie, I didn’t even slow down. He watched for a minute or so and then asks Cassie if she did ‘double penetration.’ She replied ‘Nai!’ which translates to something like ‘hell yes.'”

“Cassia takes over and has me lay down. She mounts me cowgirl style on top and motions for Sean to take her ass. After he lubed up and slid it in, I could feel his cock pounding in and out. That was really steamin,’ but I couldn’t move. I suggested we all get on our sides. Sean and I were sharing a bedroom, so we went back to the bed. Cassia was facing me, and Sean was behind her. We both slid home and began working it. I could feel him even more in that position and it was cool to be able to look yenimahalle escort at my buddy while we were both getting a piece. It was an incredible experience.”

“So, Sean actually got a piece of ass… literally.” Cup said.

“Yes, and after we both came, she washed our cocks off with a wet, warm washcloth. We lay together on the bed with her in the middle. She lay facing the foot of the bed and played with our balls, while we both sucked her toes and played with her ass and pussy. We recovered pretty quickly. When our cocks showed signs of life, she turned around between us and alternately sucked each cock. Watching her suck Sean, while jerking me was awesome. We were both hard again quickly. She lay down facing Sean and we did it again, with me getting that piece of ass. Watching Sean’s face when he came was so erotic, I came right after him.”

“Jesus, GT, how did that feel?”

“It was tighter than her pussy and it seemed warmer. I don’t know it was just astonishing. She was great and sharing her with Sean was wild.”

“What a trip! I just can’t imagine,” Cup said.

“Maybe it’ll happen to us sometime. Who knows?”

“That would be so cool,” Cup replied.

GT changed the subject. “By the way, I texted with a guy, ‘T. Samuels,’ that responded to our roommate ad. He would like to stop by on Saturday. He’s in graduate school, studying psychology. He’s interested in human sexual behavior. Says he might do his thesis on something about group sex.”

“No shit? I’ll bet he’s got some interesting stories to tell.” Cup remarked.

“He’s staying nearby with a friend and will be over around 7:00PM.”

“Hope he likes the place. We could use the money,” Cup responded.

…

The doorbell rang at 7:00PM, Saturday evening. Cup answered the door and was surprised to see a small redhead, who was athletic and strong with long toned musculature. Obviously, she exercised hard and often, but never focused on ‘bulking’ up. She was dressed very casually with a tubed top and tight shorts. It was lust at first sight!

“Hello, I’m Tess Samuels. You must be GT. I texted with you about the room,” she said.

“Uh, hello,” Cup stuttered like a sixteen-year-old meeting the woman in the poster on his bedroom wall, who he jerks off with.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, reaching out her hand to shake.

Cup didn’t immediately put his hand out. But did recover just in time to avoid awkwardness.

“N-nice to greet, uh, meet you,” he stumbled out. ‘Get a grip asshole. You’re acting like a dork!’

After a pause of several seconds, she asked, “May I come in?”

“Absolutely, please do,” he managed.

GT yelled from the kitchen. “Ask him if he wants a beer. I’ll be right out.”

He came out shortly with three Coors Light Lager Beers. When he saw Tess, he stopped in his tracks.

“This is GT, bringing refreshments. My name is Cup. Well, my real name is Reese. Cup is…”

“A cool nickname… I get it. Then you must be GT,” she said, while offering her hand.

“I thought…” GT began.

“That I was a man. I list my number with the initial. I have to make a lot of calls and I prefer the anonymity. Sorry for the confusion. Are you open to renting to a female?”

“Sure,” GT responded. “Do you drink beer?”

“I’d love a Coors,” She replied.

“Let’s sit in the living room, shall we?” GT suggested.

‘Shall? They didn’t teach that shit in the Navy. He’s on his best behavior.’ Cup thought.

Tess sat in an overstuffed chair. Cup and GT took the sofa. They talked in generalities through the first beer. During the second, GT got Tess talking about her research.

She explained, “I got interested initially in Masters’ and Johnson’s work on human sexual response and that lead me to Kinsey’s earlier work on sexual variations. Something about three people having sex just piqued my interest. The variability, challenges, and relationships are fascinating. I’m not talking about people getting drunk and falling into a sexual grope. My interest is in stable relationships, a ménage à trois, as the French say. I know that phrase gets used for sexual pile-ons, but it actually means a domestic arrangement with three people sharing romantic and/or sexual relations with each other.”

Cup and GT were really engaged. It’s always fun to listen to someone talk about something they are passionate about. Cup commented, “I didn’t know that. I thought it was interchangeable with ‘three-way.'”

“That has become a common usage. But it’s really so much more. I wouldn’t be taken seriously if I attempted to study three-way lust that lasts a few hours. But I think I should clarify why I’m here tonight. I don’t want either of you to get the wrong impression.”

“Wrong impression?” Cup asked, feeling slightly offended.

“I’m strictly looking for a room. This is an excellent location for me, and the rent is fair. I will be a good roommate and pay on time. I’m tidy, but not fussy. However, I’m really not looking for sexual partners for research… no offense,” she said with a big smile.

“None taken,” replied GT. “The room is clean and empty.”

“Great, I’ll have my stuff brought over tomorrow. Now, you’ve had me talking about me. What brought you two to this University?”

They talked for several hours. Each of them enjoyed the company. The six-pack of beer was finished, so they decided to go out for a late snack. It was a pleasant evening for all.

Tess’s ‘stuff’ was brought over by her friend — a six foot, seven inch, muscle-bound dude. He turned out to be a fellow graduate student, who was studying the relationship between parental neglect and truancy. He was not Tess’s ‘love’ interest.

Tess quickly adapted to the household routine.

Being veterans, the guys had a routine in place for household chores. Tess contributed some ideas to help things run more smoothly, like having one person do everyone’s laundry each week. Things worked smoothly and they lived like siblings for the first semester.

GT worked hard to earn decent grades. Cup may have had more intellectual ‘muscle,’ because it came easier for him. So, while GT studied in the evening, Cup and Tess often fixed supper. GT would come out in boxers, claim his share and head back to his room. If Tess noticed his cock flopping around loosely, like Cup did, she didn’t show it.

One Saturday evening at the beginning of the second semester with the dishes put in the washer and GT back in his room studying, Cup asked Tess if she would like to catch a movie. With a large smile, she said she ‘would love to.’ The movie was great, and they went out afterwards for a drink. After their ordered Margaritas arrived, they learned it was two-for-one happy hour. The pub was generous with the Tequila, and they were both tipsy enough after finishing the first two to order another round.

Fortunately, they had walked. Unfortunately, ambulating home was not without its problems. They succeeded, but Tess needed assistance locating her room. Cup guided her to her bed.

“I’m gonna need shum hellllp gettin’ clothes off,” she slurred.

Intoxicated as he was, Cup didn’t see that as a sexual invitation. He simply and clumsily helped her get all her clothes off. Then she helped him get his clothes off, as well. This resulted in a vague notion in Cup’s mind that sex might have been offered. But both fell drunkenly asleep when they crawled into bed.

The next morning GT was walking to the kitchen to fix coffee. As he passed Tess’s room, he noticed the door was open. A glance revealed two naked bodies, laying on top of the sheets. Tess was laying facing the door. Her breasts were neither large, nor small. They were ‘perfect’ in GT’s eyes. She was a breathtaking example of young womanhood. The next thing he noticed shocked him. Her bed partner was Cup!

‘Whaaaaat?’ he thought, as he quietly closed the door. ‘What happed to ‘not looking for sexual partners.’ Screw it! I’ve got a paper to finish.’

GT had brewed coffee, toasted a bagel, and was back to studying in his room when Cup woke up. In significant pain, Cup was facing the wall and had ‘obviously suffered some form of brain damage,’ since his head hurt so much. He very carefully and slowly sat up with his feet on the floor. Then he realized this wasn’t his room.

‘Where am I?’ He ruminated. ‘Oh, Jesus, tequila, why did I drink tequila? Why am I naked?’ He stood unsteadily and turned to see a perfect female ass laying on the bed. ‘Her bed,’ he thought.

He looked down at his flaccid cock, as if to verify again that he was naked. Then looking back at the breathtakingly bare derriere, he wondered, ‘Did we… do it? Was my cock in that pussy? Oh my god, my head hurts.’

Feeling the need to piss, he began moving slowly towards the door. Along the way, he tried to pick up his pants, but bending down hurt too much and he left them where they lay. He was almost to the door when Tess spoke.

“Cup? I’m confused. Did you… did we?”

“‘One tequila, two tequilas, three tequilas, floor,’ as the saying goes. I have no idea. But if we did, I’m sorry.” Cup confessed.

“Sorry?” She said groggily. “Why would you be sorry? If it happened, neither one of us ‘took advantage,’ because neither one of us was competent. Besides, I feel no evidence of semen discharge on my labia majora, and you were in no condition to put a condom on… were you?”

“My sex life doesn’t warrant carrying condoms. I buy on an ‘as needed’ basis.” He admitted.

“That settles it then. We stripped and then crashed. Besides would it have been a terrible thing if we had done it?”

“I would want to remember it if we did,” He smiled.

“Me too,” she laughed.

“You want some breakfast?” He asked.

“Oh god… food? Uh, no! I will attempt a cup of coffee and some Tylenol, please.”

Cup forced himself to bend down and pick up his briefs. He leaned against the wall and with considerable struggle, managed to pull them on. He came back with coffee and pain relief quickly since GT had percolated the coffee. Tess was lying naked on top of the sheets with her eyes closed. She appeared to be asleep. Cup paused. Tess was either a ‘natural’ redhead or dyed her pubic hair. She was groomed, but still had a small bush. He had never seen anyone more attractive and desirable. His cock began pushing against its cloth barrier.