Elliott Mabeuse - Triad

Alan leaned past me to take another look and I breathed in his faint scent, a familiar blend of aftershave and the sweet, cherry flavored cigars he liked to smoke. God, I couldn’t believe we were doing this. A threesome, really. I’d never been with more than one man at a time and here this guy just offers like he does it every day. Well, with a mouth like that …

Alan frowned at me. “What about it? Did he proposition you?”

“Us,” I clarified. “He offered to blow us both, Alan.”

My lover downed the rest of his beer and shook his head. “Drink up and we’re out of here. You want a blowjob? We can talk about it when we get home.”

I tried again. “He needs the cash-”

“So you’d cheat on me just because some bum wants to make a buck?” Alan asked, his voice slightly raised.

I glanced behind me at Julian, who was staring into an icy mug as the bartender filled it with froth from the tap. “Alan, please,” I said. “It’s not cheating if we do it together, is it?” Alan’s eyes narrowed, and I chose my words carefully. The last thing I wanted was to fight over something like this, but God knew the idea of a double BJ had settled into my mind and taken root. “I’m not saying I want to get with him, Alan. I love you. You know I do.”

Alan pursed his lips-I could read his mind from his facial expression alone. “You just said-”

“I said he wanted to blow us both,” I repeated. “As in both of us jammed in that big mouth of his at the same time. Together.” One of Alan’s eyebrows went up in speculation and I nodded. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. Have you ever been kissed while someone was sucking on you? Because I haven’t, and I’m thinking that might be something worth experiencing before I die, you know?” I closed my mouth before I could say anything else-I didn’t want Alan to see how eager I was to do this. It was his call. If he said no, I’d tell Julian thanks but no thanks, maybe slip him a ten on the sly, then follow Alan home. I wasn’t going to sleep on the couch tonight because of this. If anything, I hoped it might add a little spice to our relationship, but only if Alan went along with it. Cautiously, I asked, “What do you think?”

There was a faraway look in Alan’s eyes now, something that told me he was thinking it through. “How much did he say he’d charge?” he asked.

“Thirty.” I traced a pattern in the taut denim stretched across Alan’s thigh. Without looking up at him, I mumbled, “If you don’t want to, I understand. We can just go on home …”

But Alan rubbed my back and told me, “Hold up a minute.” It took all the strength I had to keep from grinning-I had him, I knew it. I could wait the few minutes it would take to let him talk himself into it. As I waited, I watched my fingers smooth across his thigh, rubbing closer and closer to the front of his jeans. He already had a little bit of a hard-on, I noticed. Just like me. I strummed a finger down his zipper and felt the slight erection hidden underneath. When I trailed back up the zipper, I pressed in just enough to make Alan moan softly. We are go , I thought. But Alan wanted to know, “What if he can’t do both of us at once?”

A mouth like that could take us easily. I had no doubts. Still, for Alan’s sake, I said, “Then we call the whole thing off and go home, like you said. If he can’t do it, then we don’t need him, right? I mean, we can do it one at a time by ourselves, you know?”

Alan nodded and I thumbed his zipper again. This time his eyes slipped shut at the sensation of my hand on his dick. “Either way, we both get off. If he can do it, though, we both get off at the same time.”

“What’s his name again?” Alan asked.

I turned around to hide my smile. “Hey Julian.”

Julian weaved through the crowded bar to the bathrooms in the back. Alan followed, holding my hand, but it felt like the throb at my crotch led the way. But when the three of us pushed into the small bathroom, I got one look at the guys jostling for position around the sink and urinals and suddenly thought this wasn’t going to work.

“Alan,” I started, concerned. “I don’t think-”

“This was your idea,” he reminded me. He rubbed at my stomach and I caught his wrist in both hands, determined not to let him go. Julian shoved his way to the larger of the two stalls and held the door open in invitation. Alan pulled me along after him, calling out, “Here?”

“Why not?” Julian wanted to know. As we ducked into the stall, he jiggled the flimsy bolt and said, “It locks. What more do you need for complete privacy?”

How about somewhere a little less noisy? Men shouted at each other over the thump of music that bled through the thin walls, water or piss splashed against porcelain, an electric hand dryer kept blowing on and off at odd intervals. The place reeked of marijuana and a nauseatingly sweet burned smell that might have been someone freebasing in the other stall. “What if someone needs to take a dump?” I asked. “I don’t think this is going to work …”

Julian grabbed my jeans by the waistband and jerked me towards him. “Please.

We could do this in the alley out back and get caught? Or we can do it here. You don’t think anyone’s actually paying any attention to us, do you?” He leaned in close, that whiskey scent sharp on his breath, his tongue licking out for my lips. When I turned 295

away in disgust, Alan pushed Julian back from me and he laughed. “I know, I know,” he said, sinking down to perch on the toilet. “Keep it below the belt. Don’t worry, Romeo.

I’m not looking to move in on your block.” He rubbed his hands together and looked from Alan to me and back again. “Thirty bucks, right?”

“When we’re done,” Alan said.

“Well shit,” Julian drawled. He grabbed the fly of Alan’s jeans and tugged, popping open the snap. The zipper spread beneath Alan’s erection. Julian rubbed my lover’s sheathed cock, his mouth already pulling into a wide grin. “Let’s get this party started.”

Leaning forward, Julian buried his face in Alan’s crotch. My lover took a step back but Julian held on, his nose mashed against Alan’s briefs as he tongued at an already hard dick. I watched, fascinated, my body humming with lust at the sight of someone else pleasuring Alan. Why hadn’t we done this before? And could we ever possibly do this again?

Soon Alan’s briefs were damp from saliva and pre-cum. The red tip of his cock strained against the material, and each time Julian’s lips closed over it, Alan gasped in delight. He leaned back against the wall of the stall, his knees threatening to give out, one hand clamped tight around the handicap bar while the other reached for me. His fingers fisted in the front of my shirt and pulled me in for a rough kiss. “Chris,” he sighed into me, his hand smoothing down my chest to fumble with my belt.

Julian was already there. Swatting Alan’s hands aside, Julian undid my pants and pushed them to the floor, then yanked my underwear down below my knees. My erection jutted out at him and he rubbed at the shaved skin above my cock before cupping my smooth balls in one hand. “Nice,” he said, giving a little tug on my balls to bring me a step closer. His lips puckered on the tip of my dick in a quick kiss, then he opened wide and I plunged inside his hot, soft mouth. I felt a hand on my stomach and I turned towards Alan, my lips seeking his. He pressed me against the wall as Julian pulled back, his tongue licking from the base of my dick to its aching head. A warmth enveloped me, an unbelievable stirring of my blood that make me thrust into Julian as Alan licked deeper into me. One of my lover’s hands strayed down to thumb over a hard nipple, sending delicious waves of heat radiating through me. It felt like a dozen men touching me, hands on my chest and cock, my face, my ass. I felt thirteen again, discovering my body for the first time, lost in the daydream that had plagued me since my teenage years, the one where I’m ravished by two lovers at once.