The League Of Bi-Curious Gentlemen, Part 2

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It was Jonathan who suggested the name. 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 isvecbahis 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, isveçbahis giriş 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? isveçbahis yeni giriş 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.

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