closed my eyes and promised. “I promise I’ll think real hard when I go home this week, ’kay?” My partners had been holdin’ on to the air in their lungs ’til I promised out loud, and they’d finally let all of that air inside ’em go. “Now, sit on back down and finish eatin’. You two’re gonna need your energy for what I got in mind for us three tonight.”
We all turned red. But we sat down and ate real quick.
C ASEY ’ S REAL LIFE
W HEN I lost my innocence—my virginity—last weekend, I didn’t “lose” anything at all. I gained two more parts of me—two more hearts to bond with, two more bodies to share, and two more minds to learn and explore.
Friday night was actually the night when we all made love for the first time, but the act wasn’t complete until Saturday night. By Sunday morning, we had all become each other’s, in every sense.
Saturday night was amazing. Like three eager puppies on our way to the food bowl, we rushed back to our dorm room after our Italian dinner. We couldn’t wait to bond with our bodies, enhancing the love we shared in our hearts. Once we were through the door, I was pulling off my clothes and at the same time trying to help Nate yank off his boots and jeans. I’m sure I looked comical as I tore open my button-down shirt, then bent to tug at Nate’s work boots, then squirmed around to lower my pants without the extra effort of unbuttoning and unzipping, and finally fell over in an effort to get my hands on Nate’s fly.
Meanwhile, Zander had sauntered over, as if he were really casual about Making Love Part Two , and was playing music on his iPod.
“Cool, Bob Marley,” Nate said. “One Love.” Nate was always really tuned in to music.
There was definitely a musical theme of “one” going on in this room for those few nights, and I approved wholeheartedly. “Come on over here, Zander,” I squeaked, needing my other man so badly.
When Zander finally got close to the bed, Nate and I were already naked, so both of us focused on him. I reached over, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, and pulled it over his head in a single rather adept motion, like I’d been practicing. And then Nate massaged Zander’s crotch, crooning softly. He was bent over slightly, so his lips were at Zander’s ears. I couldn’t make out exactly what Nate was saying, but I could tell from Zander’s expression that he liked it.
Then Nate began to work on the button and fly of Zander’s jeans with his big hands. He proclaimed in a stronger voice, “I wanna make you both mine tonight.”
After he said that, Zander shuddered—about a second before I shuddered. I knew tonight was going to complete our physical connection.
The make-out session that followed was the most intense we’d ever known. We flung our bodies on the bed and went crazy. While Nate and I kissed, Zander put his face close to ours and whispered, “Let him in, Casey. Open your mouth wide for Nate.”
When Zander kissed me, Nate watched and said, “So fuckin’ beautiful. So fuckin’ perfect, you two are.”
When I saw Nate taking Zander’s lips like they were the last bit of nourishment on the face of the earth, I said, “We love each other. We will forever. The three of us will be together always.”
We even did a three-way kiss, which featured our tongues poking out as far as we could manage so they could all tangle together. It was nothing less than exhilarating. But we all ended up with very wet chins.
By the time we started touching each other, we were about as excited as three guys could get. But we still didn’t rush things. They put me between them, like they usually do, and started by running their hands all over my body. I felt like a spoiled cat getting petted by two loving humans. I reciprocated as much as I could, reaching out to touch their chests and faces—just light brushes with my fingertips, between gasps I couldn’t hold back.
“Let’s get him ready.” Zander
We all turned red. But we sat down and ate real quick.
C ASEY ’ S REAL LIFE
W HEN I lost my innocence—my virginity—last weekend, I didn’t “lose” anything at all. I gained two more parts of me—two more hearts to bond with, two more bodies to share, and two more minds to learn and explore.
Friday night was actually the night when we all made love for the first time, but the act wasn’t complete until Saturday night. By Sunday morning, we had all become each other’s, in every sense.
Saturday night was amazing. Like three eager puppies on our way to the food bowl, we rushed back to our dorm room after our Italian dinner. We couldn’t wait to bond with our bodies, enhancing the love we shared in our hearts. Once we were through the door, I was pulling off my clothes and at the same time trying to help Nate yank off his boots and jeans. I’m sure I looked comical as I tore open my button-down shirt, then bent to tug at Nate’s work boots, then squirmed around to lower my pants without the extra effort of unbuttoning and unzipping, and finally fell over in an effort to get my hands on Nate’s fly.
Meanwhile, Zander had sauntered over, as if he were really casual about Making Love Part Two , and was playing music on his iPod.
“Cool, Bob Marley,” Nate said. “One Love.” Nate was always really tuned in to music.
There was definitely a musical theme of “one” going on in this room for those few nights, and I approved wholeheartedly. “Come on over here, Zander,” I squeaked, needing my other man so badly.
When Zander finally got close to the bed, Nate and I were already naked, so both of us focused on him. I reached over, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, and pulled it over his head in a single rather adept motion, like I’d been practicing. And then Nate massaged Zander’s crotch, crooning softly. He was bent over slightly, so his lips were at Zander’s ears. I couldn’t make out exactly what Nate was saying, but I could tell from Zander’s expression that he liked it.
Then Nate began to work on the button and fly of Zander’s jeans with his big hands. He proclaimed in a stronger voice, “I wanna make you both mine tonight.”
After he said that, Zander shuddered—about a second before I shuddered. I knew tonight was going to complete our physical connection.
The make-out session that followed was the most intense we’d ever known. We flung our bodies on the bed and went crazy. While Nate and I kissed, Zander put his face close to ours and whispered, “Let him in, Casey. Open your mouth wide for Nate.”
When Zander kissed me, Nate watched and said, “So fuckin’ beautiful. So fuckin’ perfect, you two are.”
When I saw Nate taking Zander’s lips like they were the last bit of nourishment on the face of the earth, I said, “We love each other. We will forever. The three of us will be together always.”
We even did a three-way kiss, which featured our tongues poking out as far as we could manage so they could all tangle together. It was nothing less than exhilarating. But we all ended up with very wet chins.
By the time we started touching each other, we were about as excited as three guys could get. But we still didn’t rush things. They put me between them, like they usually do, and started by running their hands all over my body. I felt like a spoiled cat getting petted by two loving humans. I reciprocated as much as I could, reaching out to touch their chests and faces—just light brushes with my fingertips, between gasps I couldn’t hold back.
“Let’s get him ready.” Zander
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