Who needs porn when I have two real-life hotties of my own in bed with me?
They’re both different when alone with me than when the two of them are together, and I don’t mind that. There’s a history between them that predates me and my relationship with Arlo by twelve years. They’ve been together twice as long as Arlo and I have.
I’m the third wheel, in some ways. Not that I feel like one, though.
Arlo’s the only man Nolan’s ever slept with, although he tried dating a couple of guys before he met Jerilyn. Arlo went out with men and women before we met. One of the things that drew me to Arlo was his nearly brutal honesty when it came to his heart. How he told me Nolan would always come first, in some ways. That I had to be okay with him and Nolan being friends despite their history and the fact that Arlo was still deeply in love with him.
I know in the past people Arlo dated have been put off by that admission. But after spending nearly five years with a lying, manipulative narcissist, it felt refreshing to know exactly where I stood with Arlo. To know he’d be honest with me and not play bullshit passive-aggressive games with me.
That if I asked him a direct question, I’d better be ready for the honest answer.
Not that he was an asshole. Quite the opposite. He was gentle in his responses.
Following years of grudging, prickly flattery and sweetly spat lies, it was nearly addictive.
I think Arlo’s loyalty to his best friend and first love also drew me in. The melancholy tenderness in his eyes as he watched Nolan date someone, or as Arlo privately talked with me about his feelings, seeking solace from me, told me he was my soulmate.
And so was Nolan.
Because from the start, Nolan adopted me as a friend. There could have easily been jealousy there, but there wasn’t. Spending time together felt right, even though back then it was just as friends.
The way Lucas immediately took to Nolan also helped me hitch my wagon to Arlo’s dream to one day be a triad with Nolan. From the start, I gave Arlo standing permission that, if the opportunity ever presented itself, he could try to seduce Nolan to be with us.
The same applied to me in reverse.
In fact, for several years, Arlo’s standing theory was that if we could just manipulate the situation so that I had a chance to seduce Nolan, it might be the critical weakness within him to finally allow him to see howrightthis could be.
Time and circumstances always conspired against us. Either Lucas was home when Nolan was single and visiting us, or Nolan was attempting to date someone while we were child-free that weekend.
Then motherfucking Jerilyn entered his life.
I didn’t like that woman from the first moment I met her. A nasty tingling sensation at the base of my spine went off, reminding me too much of Bill Motherfucking Webb.
Unfortunately, I was right.
But tonight, none of that matters.
Tonight my men are happy, and we’re together.
My hand trails down Nolan’s firm abs, through the short nest of dark hair between his legs, until my fingers circle his erection and close around him, slowly stroking him.
They’re still kissing as Nolan softly moans over my actions. I feel his hips trying to rock in time with what I’m doing, and I snuggle in, sort of pinning him down a little.
And I watch.
Iloveto watch them together.
There’s no worries about them taking care of me. They always do, if I’m in the mood for that.
At some point in their kiss, despite Arlo seemingly having control of it, Nolan takes over. That becomes evident when Arlo ends up on top of Nolan after blindly fumbling around in the nightstand drawer to retrieve lube and a condom. I still my hand so Arlo can get the condom on him, and then they’re both moaning as Arlo impales himself, and I release Nolan and focus on Arlo’s cock instead.
Arlo sits up, staring down at us with fierce triumph painted across his features. “Told you I’d wear you down one day, mister,” he hoarsely says to Nolan.
I slant my lips over Nolan’s and soon find a fist in my hair securely holding me in place. I first think it’s Nolan’s, until I realize it’s Arlo when I feel Nolan’s hand skim down my back and curl around my waist.
“That’s it,” Arlo says as he rides Nolan. “Enjoy tonight, buddy, because you’ve damn well earned it.” Arlo’s cock feels so hard in my hand that, at this rate, he might go off before Nolan does.
Nolan’s kisses take on a simmering desperation I also know so damned well. We’re still kissing as his orgasm hits him and his whole body tenses along mine.
“There’s our guy,” Arlo says. He sounds damned victorious, and it makes my clit throb in anticipation When he knows Nolan’s finished, he pulls off him and rolls me onto my back, breaking my kiss with Nolan. His cock easily slides deep inside me, and then it’s Nolan kissing me, his hand between my legs as Arlo fucks me.
I’m already close. Nolan’s fingers knowingly close on my clit, gently rolling it and sending me into orbit while Arlo lets loose.
Like that, we’re soon lying sprawled together in a messy dog-pile, catching our breath and starting to giggle like guilty kids who got away with emptying the cookie jar.
Yeah, spending the rest of our lives like this is exactly how I want to do it.
