This is how it happened. This story is true - no artistic license has been used - and it hasn't been embellished. It's just the story of Paul and Nick and me.
This story will - eventually cover some very explicit sexual themes - I'm not going to say what they are at this point - I don't want to give the story away. Suffice to say that if you are offended by sex of an explicit nature - please don't read on.
This story also contains descriptions of under age sex. Sue me. This is the story of my life - if you don't like that I was sexually active underage - don't read on.
- The fight.
If this was fiction, I guess this next chapter would begin to explore more of the themes from chapter six of my little story. But this is real. The story happened to me exactly how I'm telling it - give or take the odd lapse of memory I guess.
The themes raised in chapter six will continue at a later stage, but for the moment our story continues with a confession from me, your author.
You see, much as I might like to pretend otherwise, I'm not a perfect person and I guess I wasn't back then either. In my desire to fulfil my teenage sexual fantasies I made a pretty fundamental error: I told Paul about Nick. The reasons for breaking this confidence must have been pretty clear to me at the time, but now, as I sit here telling you this story, with an older and somewhat wiser head, I find it hard to put it into words.
I suppose in my own way, I was attempting to reassure that what we'd been doing together was normal, that it wasn't just something that was a dirty secret. So I told Paul what I'd been doing with Paul and swore him not to talk about it with Nick.
If that wasn't a bad enough mistake, I did the same thing with Nick. Leaving me in a position where each knew about each other. It was an accident waiting to happen and sure enough it eventually did.
As the first punch hit, I fell to the ground. I don't remember who threw it to be honest, but my patchy recollection tells me it was Nick so I will run with that thought for the time being.
"You fucking bastard" Nick screamed at me on the path that lead from the housing estate where I lived along to the rest of the village.
"I'm sorry" I coughed through the pain. I was cornered. Nick and Paul had been talking to each other and they both knew I'd betrayed their trust. I didn't really know what to say to either of them.
"We're not fucking queer you cunt" yelled Paul as I dropped to the ground from his grasp.
"I never fucking want to see you again" Nick added as he swung his foot to hit my stomach, winding me.
They left me on the ground, in shock, as they walked off together.
I didn't see much of Nick or Paul for quite a while after that. I avoided them both at school and pretty much isolated myself from the social circles that we all shared.
Whilst I was angry with them for beating me up, I was angrier with myself in all honesty. I'd pretty much deserved what they did to me, and I their position I guess I'd have felt as badly as they did towards me. I was disappointed in myself, but when you're 15 - what can you do? I just let the hurt simmer away inside of me knowing that sooner or later it would fade.
By Christmas of that year I'd begun to put the whole thing behind me. Then one night, between Christmas and New Year I was woken by my Mum in the middle of the night.
"There's someone at the door for you, they say it's important", Mum sounded really pissed off with me. I went downstairs to find Nick lurking outside.
"I need to talk to you" Nick stated simply. He looked and sounded a bit drunk.
"OK" I responded.
"You wanna go for a walk?" Nick asked.
I was wary that this was some kind of trick to get me outside so he could beat me up again, plus I wasn't exactly dressed to go out and told him as much.
Nick almost looked hurt by my suspicion. He moved toward me, grabbed me and hugged me.
"I'm sorry," he said, sounding genuinely upset, "I hate myself for beating you up, I want us to be OK"
Somewhat reassured I went back upstairs, threw on some clothes and followed Nick along the streets near my home as he explained what had been going on inside his head. It seemed that he'd been feeling really upset about fighting with me, so much so that one of his friends had even noticed how down he was. He'd decided that he needed to make it up with me.
I felt that there was more to it, but didn't push. But it came as no surprise when Nick eventually added that he missed the feeling of my lips round his cock.
What did come as a surprised however, was Nick telling me that he'd been thinking of sucking me. This was new!
"Would you let me?" he asked
"Yeah" I responded in the typical understated way that teenagers seem to possess the world wide.
I followed Nick into a small wooded area behind the housing estate where I lived. I was already hard by the time he started to undo the zipper on my trousers.
Nothing was said the whole time. Just gentle moans and groans. To be honest I'd never really wanted to try being sucked, and to this day I always prefer to give than receive, but in spite of myself, I enjoyed the attention from his mouth. Nick was wanking himself slowly as he sucked, evidently having learned some tricks from the way I performed the same task on him.
It wasn't long before I could feel the cum welling up inside of me. I warned him that I was going to cum, half expecting him to pull away, but it just seemed to make him work harder. As I came I could feel him swallowing it down and in the moonlight I could see that he'd cum at the same time.
We didn't talk much after we'd cum, but he walked me back to my house, and asked the simple question "Friends?" before he left. I of course responded, "Yeah, friends". Things are simple when you're 15.
Early the next morning, walking the dog as a way of getting back in Mum's good books after she was woken late at night, I found a pile of puke not far from my house on Nick's route home. I figured it was his, either through alcohol, or disgust at what he'd done. I never asked him about it.
That was the only time that Nick was passive with me.
- The party
After that night, things began to return to normal again. Paul eventually started talking to me, but never once mentioned the fight. For him I guess things were harder to forgive, so he chose to simply forget them, which was fine by me.
So I continued my friendship with the both of them, but sex (or at least me sucking) only continued with Nick. I figured that for Paul it was just a bit too dangerous.
That year we all turned sixteen. There was a seemingly endless list of sixteenth birthday parties to go to and usually Paul or Nick were at them.
We pretty much did the kinds of things you expect from teenage birthday parties, like smuggling in alcohol and smoking illicit cigarettes. There was even talk that someone had some pot to smoke, but I never got to see any of that.
Eventually the party 'season' seemed to be at an end, until Paul and Nick were invited to the birthday party of our joint friend Jenny.
The party itself was a small affair, no more than eight of us could have been there, but thanks to a persuasive nature and liberal parents, Jenny had managed to secure both alcohol and the house to ourselves for the night.
So like any self respecting sixteen year old, I drank way too much - too quickly, threw up and passed out.
I must have woken about three in the morning.
"I told you he would wake up", I could make out Paul's voice through the fog of the hangover that was brewing in my head.
"You OK" asked another voice. It was Nick.
"Mmmmfff" I replied.
"Let's just go back" I heard Paul say to Nick.
"No give it a second" Nick replied.
"Has the party finished?" I eventually asked.
"Yeah everyone's asleep" Paul said quietly.
I began to get my bearings and realised that I was on the sofa downstairs.
"What you two doing" I asked, trying to figure out why I'd been woken up.
"We wanted you to help us with something", Paul responded, "But you went and passed out before we had a chance"
I'd realised by now that they were both pretty drunk - just not in the horrific state I'd got myself into earlier.
"What did you want help with" I asked stupidly, still not getting what they wanted.
"Show him" said Nick.
With that they both pulled their cocks out of their trousers. They were of course both hard.
I don't think I've ever sobered up as quickly. It was like all my Christmases had come at once.
They moved towards me. "You want me to take care of that" I looked up at Nick.
"Both of us" he said simply.
Til then I'd never even considered it possible to suck two cocks at once, but I gave it my best shot. I gently guided them both close to each other, tasting each of their cocks in turn. Eventually I managed to get my mouth around both at the same time, by stretching it as far as I could manage. They looked lost in their own respective ecstasies but I could tell they were getting off as much on the feeling of each others cocks as they were my mouth.
Nick started to pump his cock into my mouth and Paul, encouraged along by the movement, did the same.
Nick was the first to cum, filling my mouth, which was barely able to take what he produced. He pulled away, letting Paul finish to his own climax, which for him came surprisingly quickly after.
We all fell asleep not long after, sexual desires satisfied for the time being. We weren't in love, we weren't cuddled up to each other. But we were together - Paul and Nick and me.
And that is pretty much how the story should have ended. If this was fiction, this is where the story would have finished. It feels right to stop here doesn't it?
But this is a real story. There's more to come and the next part is going to be harder to write, and I suspect for you, harder to read as well.