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How I Slowly Turned Gay, or Bi, or… Whatever

Part 3: Call To Adventure

Chapter 6: Tripod Cock

Josh turned around then. Naked, his monster cock still up and shining, not a scrap of shame on him, and when he saw it was me next to Logan his eyebrows went up half an inch.

"Hey Josh," I said, unable to stop a gentle smile from forming on my face. His lips curled at the same time.

"You two are pervs," he said.

"You like an audience," Logan said, gesturing down to his big cock. "Apparently."

Josh opened his mouth and shut it, finding no answer to that, and I watched him think for a second. He leaned back against the wall by the bench and took his meat log into his hand slowly, still catching his breath, his eyes going back and forth between me and Logan.

"So, what about you?" Josh said, the slight lack of control over his volume revealing the nerves he was trying to hide.

Logan turned to me and got a hand around the back of my neck, his thumb up guiding my jaw, the same move from the night before on my stoop, except this time he didn't stop at my cheek. He pulled my head toward his and kissed me, and I felt the couple days of stubble scrape my face, and his tongue pushed in warmly, and my knees loosened under me so fast I had to lock them.

Josh watched as Logan walked me backward to the bench Josh's girl had just been bent over, and he sat me down on it. He went to his knees on the mat, and pulled my shorts down my thighs and took me in his mouth in one motion. I looked down at the top of his head and then up. Josh had his fist moving slowly over himself, squeezing the apple-head of his dick firmly with each stroke, watching Logan blow me.

I met Josh's eyes just as Logan pushed my knees up and back, pulling my shorts off and moving his mouth lower on me. He put his mouth on my hole, and I heard myself make a noise slightly too loud that echoed off the concrete. He ate me out right there on the bench, unhurried, one hand stroking me while his tongue worked, and I quickly lost track of which room and which month I was in. This was an experienced tongue, clearly not his first time. He was a far shot from two freshmen experimenting. I was one of the dudes on his twitter wall now.

"Did he teach you to do that?" Josh said, from the wall, still stroking himself, grinning now.

"Shut up," I got out, and he laughed, quietly.

Logan came up off me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood up. He got his shorts down and there it was, Logan's dick. From the pic he had sent me, and the videos he posted shamelessly online, already leaking, and big. I sat up off the bench and I wanted it in my mouth more than anything. I took it into my mouth, both hands on his hips, going down on him with Josh watching me do it.

I started bobbing my head, and it hit me strangely mid-act. The old Josh feelings, the crush I'd been burdened with, all mixed up now with this bigger, calmer pull toward Logan, the one that made me feel like he had something I wanted. The juxtaposition of these two things in my chest while Logan's dick was in my throat felt like the thesis of my first semester at college.

And I didn't want to choose between them in this moment, when I had them both in front of me.

I reached out with one hand and hooked Josh by his lean hip and pulled him closer, and he came off the wall and let me steer him, and I got him turned and pulled his ass to my face and put my tongue on him, the ass I had to look at in the showers without touching anymore. And I ate it ravenously.

I shoved my tongue into the warm pink center while Logan's velvet tongue went back down to dance around my dick. My mind and body had been through so much in the previous few weeks, and I felt like I had earned this.

I got up onto my knees on the bench as Josh braced his hands on the wall. I pushed my face into him forcefully as I let myself drown in his bubble butt, one hand reaching around to grip his monster rod.

Logan understood the geometry instantly, and moved around behind me, and I felt him press against my hole, pushing in with all his own spit as lube.

I had both of them. Josh in front of me, again, and Logan behind me this time, and I was the muscular glue holding the two of them together. Both sides of my college era were sandwiching me into one tight spot on a bench in the equipment room.

Logan got into me, and I leaned into it, only amplified by the stretching sensation and the gentle burn of being penetrated. He got into the slightest rhythm as he rocked me forward into Josh's ass with every gentle thrust, so I didn't even have to work hard to imbibe both of these male bodies into me. Josh was breathing hard, and he reached back and grabbed a fistful of my hair, more firmly than he had before, and he held me there. It was the same hand-in-the-hair motion he'd almost done on the couch, except now he committed. I moaned into him and he swore.

"Bro," Josh breathed, "this doesn't... okay, blue balls is basically a medical emergency. She left me hanging. This doesn't count as gay, or cheating on her, or whatever."

"Totally," Logan said, way too fast and smooth, not missing a stroke. "Doesn't count at all."

Josh pulled his ass away from my face and turned around, his rod tapping my face gently as he looked down at me with Logan still buried in my butt, and he had that look on his face from the first night on the couch, kind of excited and nervous.

Logan knew what to do next before Josh or I could figure it out. He kept himself inside me as he guided me by the hips, having me stand up. It was so strange and tingly and pleasurable to adjust my body while keeping a dick in my ass. I was hard as a rock, which I didn’t even expect after taking a penetration like that.

Josh turned toward the wall again and reached back as Logan pushed me forward into him. Josh lined my dick up with his ass and leaned back. He couldn’t exactly figure it out from this angle.

"Just put it in, dude," he said with some urgency.

Logan reached around me and grabbed my dick, shifting my body with his own hips, masterfully controlling every aspect of the situation, even grabbing Josh’s hip with his free hand and guiding him to stick his ass out properly.

And then I was there.

My dick found his hole, while my own ass was still stretched with Logan’s dick, and I felt my body as he pushed me forward, completing the daisy chain of sexual exploration.

I kept my hands on Josh in front of me as I finally sank back into the guy who had previously been my obsession, while the guy I currently liked more was burying himself into me, and I felt like my life couldn’t get any better than this, all three of us locked into one moving line.

Logan’s hands explored both our bodies, and I liked watching him reach for Josh’s dick, in between sticking his fingers in my mouth, breathing each others’ air, the guy I'd told I loved and the guy who had his shit together, both of them working my body at the same time from both directions.

We breathed heavily into each other as I had Logan driving into me and Josh clenching down on me, and the pace was increasing around me with each passing second, the sweat building and dripping down our bodies, mixing together. I could feel the second all three of us tensed together, wordlessly agreeing that we were going to finish.

Logan and I reached for Josh’s dick at the same time, and our hands shared his shaft while our bodies gyrated so fast we were basically vibrating. Josh finished first, coating our hands as his body squeezed my dick, milking my load out of me quickly. Both of them kept moving, pushing me back and forth like a ping pong ball as I pulsed into him. I felt Logan’s dick blocking my ass from closing as I pulsed internally, and loved the feeling as he kept pushing in and out of me. And then Logan went next, pushing deep inside me and freezing, completing the domino orgasm effect as he pumped his seed into me. I felt like I was in love in that moment, with both of them, or with Logan, I don’t even know. I was still learning what love was, but this was related to it, somehow. Logan pulsed his hot load into me with a groan I felt through his whole, sweaty chest against my back. That voluminous load from the video filled me, and I could literally sense the volume invading my guts at the moment.

We stayed folded up like that for a second, all three of us breathing hard, before anybody moved.

"Okay," Josh said, into my shoulder. "That counted a little."

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We got dressed quietly, in the buzz of the one back light, and we were smiling. Logan kept a hand on me the whole time, and I put a hand over his, while Josh dressed a couple feet away, noticeably in his thinking mode, probably trying to figure out how to justify what he did with us.

Josh noticed the shape by the door first, jerking his head quickly, and Logan and I looked over a second later. It was a freshman, one of the equipment managers, the kid who checked out mats and towels and did all the cleaning in here a couple times a week. We interacted with him constantly, but I admit I didn’t even know his name. He was standing just inside the doorway he must have opened at some point, red to his ears, holding a clipboard flat over the front of his shorts.

Nobody said anything for a second.

"Next time," the kid said with a gulp, his voice cracking, "bring enough for everyone."

Josh barked a laugh, the wheezing hiccup laugh he did, and the kid fled. Josh's phone buzzed in his hand where he'd just fished it out of his shorts. He looked at it, and his eyebrows shot up and his mouth pulled sideways, and he flipped the screen around to show us. It was the girl. Something about being sorry she ran off and that he should come to her dorm now.

"Guess who wants to finish what she started," he said, rolling his eyes, already backing toward the door pulling his shirt down. He held a fist out and I bumped it, and then he bumped Logan's, and he was gone into the light, off to go be straight some more.

Logan looked at me. He tipped his head toward the door.

"You wanna get some food?"

We walked out into the low sun, and somewhere between the dumpsters and the dining hall his hand found mine and just stayed there, fingers laced, out in the open, and I let it. I felt a little nervous, and I wasn't sure why at first. I kept waiting for something to happen. Something bad. But it finally hit me, there would be no flat, empty feeling this time. So far, sex with guys had been followed by a hollow, “bleh” feeling. But this was the opposite. Logan was always better than I expected.

My phone buzzed at the table while he was up getting a tray.

Logan: You held my hand in front of the whole quad

Me: You started it

Logan: I know. I wanted to see what you’d do.

Me: You mean you didn’t already know?

He just smirked at me.