Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2006 02:26:07 EST
From: ICONvsICON@aol.com
Subject: Evidence of its Existence 01

EVIDENCE OF ITS EXISTENCE 01
Copyright 2006 Christian Mitchell

     Ted and I had threesomes because we did not have much a sex life
together.  Sometimes we met a guy online or out and about.  Usually we
hooked up with a guy at a local bar or club.  Often Ted liked to introduce
himself to a young, nice looking guy by saying "my boyfriend thinks you're
cute and we'd like to buy you a drink."  He would point me out.  The three
of us would spend the remainder of the evening together at the club, then
the guy would follow us back to the house.  It was fun and I enjoyed the
opportunity to fuck a willing bottom.
     It was not out of the ordinary for a guy to allow both Ted and I to
fuck him.  Sometimes a guy only wanted me to fuck him and Ted would become
less than pleased and jealous by the situation.  Being the friendly guy
that he could be, Ted frequently waited until the guy left the house before
he would voice his objection to how the evening had progressed in bed.  By
chance if Ted fucked a guy and then the guy was too sore or tired to let me
penetrate him I would sometimes react as Ted would in similar situations.
However, I was often subjected to Ted's disapproval of my behavior, as if I
was not allowed to express disappointment as he did.  This proved to be a
cause of tension, but it never damaged our relationship.
     While I attended college I had many offers for sex in the campus
restroom, a bookstore located nearby, or the deli that I frequented for
lunch.  Yet I did not want to be the type of person that would cheat on the
guy that I was in a relationship with.  I had experienced the dramatics of
being cheated on in previous relationships.  I never wanted to be an
asshole in that respect.
  I admit that I thought about it.  And I believed that I could always get
away with it.  However, I maintained a sense of self-control to not become
a slut while out and about.

     June 2004.
     Ted and I ventured to the local bar for drinks on a Friday night.  It
was fairly crowded and I enjoyed watching the people have a good time.  I
stood at the bar with my Corona and Ted stood close by with a cocktail in
hand.  On this particular night he pointed out a guy to me.
     "Hey, look at him," he said with excitement.
     I looked in the direction of his gaze.  An attractive guy was chatting
with a group of girls at the far end of the bar.  He was dressed in jeans,
a white tank top, and a Corona visor.  My first impression was that the guy
was straight so I didn't pay much attention to him.  "Yeah, he's cute," I
replied.
     "Ah, c'mon Christian.  He's sexy," Ted smiled.
     I glanced at the stranger again.  "Yes, he is sexy.  I think he's
straight."
     "As if we both haven't had our share of straight guys," he chuckled.
     I laughed.  "Like Sully."
     Ted agreed.  "Just like Sully."

     Sully was the nickname for a mutual friend of ours.  Ted and Sully
worked for the same company.  He was six feet tall with a very lean, toned
body. His friendly personality accentuated his good looks.  He was actually
quite the casanova with the ladies.
     One night the three of us had gone out dancing and drinking.  The
party continued at our house.  The three of us jumped into the pool and
later sat together in the jacuzzi.  Eventually, we dried off to smoke a
cigarette and have another drink.  Ted walked around the lanai turning
lights and power buttons off.  Sully and I were both seated naked, facing
each other.  He leaned toward me and lifted my flaccid penis.  "I like your
trim job," he said.
     I was totally caught off guard, but did my best to act as if nothing
out of the ordinary had happened.  I reached over and grabbed his cock.
"You shave all of yours, but I like your trim job, too."
     Suddenly Sully was on his knees with my cock in his mouth.  Ted
returned to the seating area and greeted me with a shocked expression on
his face.  He smiled with wide eyes.  I simply shrugged my shoulders as
Sully continued to suck my cock.
     "I'm going to make each of us another drink," Ted announced as he
walked into the house.
     Sully stopped sucking my dick and returned to his seat.  He was
grinning from ear to ear.  I did as he had done and got down on my knees to
place his cock in my mouth.  To my surprise his dick hardened into a nearly
nine inch erection.  I never would have guessed that Sully possessed such a
beautiful cock.
     The three of us shared similar experiences in the future, but it never
became a regular occurrence to depend on.  Sully claimed that he wasn't gay
or bisexual and that he wanted to date girls.  To my surprise, on one
occasion Sully actually penetrated my ass with his big cock.  And to my
astonishment, I was actually able to accept it quite easily without much
discomfort and very little experience at being a bottom.
     Sometimes Sully would stop by the house for drinks and flirting, but
leave before anything sexual happened, as if he were fleeing the
possibility of being taken advantage of.  Several times Sully flirted with
me and hinted that he wanted to fool around without Ted, but it never
happened.  The final occurrence between the three of us started in the
jacuzzi but quickly ended because Sully was completely intoxicated and
threw up on Ted.  He and I finished playing with each other in the house
while Ted sprayed the vomit off the lanai.
     Due to our experiences with Sully, Ted and I coined the term "Sully"
to describe any straight guy in a gay club that strutted around as a dick
tease.

     I motioned to the sexy guy in the Corona visor.  "He's probably a
Sully."
     We returned to the bar the following night.  Ted immediately noticed
the same guy from the previous night.  He was dressed in jeans and a gray
muscle shirt.  The Corona visor was slightly tilted to the side.
     "I'm going to ask him if he wants a drink," Ted said.
     "Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief.  "You think he's interested
in the two of us?  Or you're just trying to be friendly?"
     "I don't care if he's straight.  He might want another beer."
     "Okay," I shrugged.  "Go ask him."
     Ted introduced himself to the guy and pointed his finger in my
direction.  A couple minutes later he returned to my seat at the bar.  "I
told him that my boyfriend thinks he's cute and we want to buy him a
drink."
     I chuckled.  "What did he say?"
     "He said that you were cute too.  So get him and yourself another
Corona and come talk to us."
     As I ordered the beers I shook my head from side to side.  Sometimes
Ted seemed a little too eager to possibly pick up a guy.  I thought it was
amusing that this particular guy was more than likely straight and might be
turned off by any sexual activity with another guy altogether.  At best, he
would prove to be a Sully, as Ted and I had previously discussed.
     I joined Ted and the stranger near the dance floor.  I handed him the
beer and smiled.
     "Christian, this is Mike," Ted announced.  "Mike, this is Christian."
     Mike greeted me with a smile and a firm handshake.  "Thanks for the
beer."
     "You're welcome," I replied.
     A short, chubby girl appeared out of nowhere.  "Hey, Mike.  I signed
you up for the butt contest."
     Mike laughed.  "No.  I'm not getting up on stage and shaking my ass
for everybody."
     "Oh, c'mon," she insisted.  "It'll be fun.  Plus, the grand prize is a
bottle of liquor."
     Ted encouraged Mike.  "Yeah, do it.  We'll cheer you on."
     Mike looked at me as he debated whether to join the contest or not.
     "Hey, free bottle of alcohol," I smiled.
     He laughed.  "Yeah.  Fuck it, right?  I don't know all these people."

     "That's right," I responded and raised my bottle to cheer him.  "Do it
for the alcohol."
     Minutes later Ted and I situated ourselves near the front of the stage
to cheer Mike on during the butt contest.  When it was Mike's turn to shake
his ass, he pumped his body to the music.  He removed his shirt, danced
around the stage and made certain to move his ass a lot.
     "He's a good dancer," I said to Ted.  He agreed and we screamed in
encouragement as Mike continued to dance on stage.
     The guy that followed Mike didn't really dance or move much at all.
He seemed to be a drunk, straight guy trying his best to dance in front of
a mostly gay crowd.  When he realized that people weren't really rooting
for him to win, he turned around and pulled his pants down.  The spotlight
focused on his ass as he bent over, exposing his balls to the audience.
Needless to say, he won the bottle of alcohol.
     "It was probably cheap vodka," I said to Mike.
     He smiled.  "Or gin."
     "I'll buy you another beer," I responded.
     For the duration of the evening Mike hung out with Ted and I at the
bar.  Sometimes he ventured off to the dance floor.  He was always
surrounded by two or three girls.
     When bright lights indicated that the bar was closing everyone started
to say their good-byes to people.  The girl that Mike had arrived at the
bar with approached us.  She explained that she wasn't going to go home,
which meant that she couldn't give Mike a ride to his apartment.
     "It's okay.  I'll drive you home," I suggested.
     "Are you sure?"
     "Yeah, it's totally fine.  And Ted won't mind."
     "Thanks," he smiled.  He said good-bye to the girl and walked out of
the club with Ted and me.
     We each got into the BMW X5 and instantly started laughing at the
mention of Mike's losing position in the ass contest.  "I would have taken
that bottle of alcohol," he informed us.
     "It's okay.  We have better and more expensive alcohol at home.  Not
that cheap shit that have at the bar," Ted replied.
     "Okay," Mike beamed with excitement.  "Let's go!"
     When we arrived at the house Ted made his usual drink, I opened a
bottle of Corona, and I have no idea what Mike created as an alcoholic
beverage.  It was not much of a surprise that Mike and I stripped naked and
jumped into the swimming pool.  Ted removed his clothes and joined us.
Mike and I wrestled around and splashed each other with water a lot.  Then
Ted lifted Mike up into his arms so that he could float on his back.
Minutes later Mike's cock was erect and Ted started sucking on it.
     I watched for a few moments as Ted sucked on Mike's cock.  He let it
fall out of his mouth and looked at me.  "He has a really nice dick.  Suck
it."

     Mike remained silent and motionless on his back.  I still had no
indication as to whether he was straight or gay.  I didn't even receive
encouragement from him to suck his cock, but I placed his dick in my mouth
anyway.
     Later the three of us retreated to the bedroom.  We continued to play
around in bed, but intercourse did not take place.  Any time that Ted's or
my cock got anywhere near his ass, Mike gently pushed us away and continued
with kissing and sucking.
     The three of us awoke the next morning with slight hangovers.  We ate
breakfast at a diner near Mike's apartment, then dropped him off at home.
     On the way to our house Ted informed me that he had given Mike eighty
dollars.
     "Why did you do that?" I asked with disapproval.
     "Well, last night he was complaining about working two jobs to pay his
bills.  I thought he would appreciate it."
     "Well, he probably does appreciate it.  But I hope he doesn't think
that we think of him as a prostitute."
     "No," Ted protested.  "He's not going to think that."
     "Are you sure?"
     "Why would he?"
     "Well, for starters, you gave him eighty dollars," I laughed.
     Ted shrugged his shoulders.  "I'm a nice guy."