Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2022 14:50:06 -0500 From: Dave Subject: Who Do You Like Most There are so many of us who enjoy Nifty, and please be one of us who donate to ensure that it continues to exist. Who Do You Like Most? There were three of us. Our parents all agreed it was almost like we were triplets. We didn't look like triplets, but we "acted" alike. We just felt great with each other, and our parents noticed that, and let us be -- for the most part. We were doing all the "messing around" that you might expect at age 14, but as I look back from now, age 19, college, it seems like we took things in a way that, well, I actually liked and accepted. I was the "bottom" among us. We'd messed around a lot. I was the kid who sucked them both off, but sometimes they'd suck me too, so it seemed fair. Then one day after we all got off, Nathan asked me "who do you like most?" I was confused, because to me it all seemed we were just pals, but suddenly he's asking me to choose him or Bart. They both looked at me. Even though he didn't say it, I assumed it was all about the "sex stuff" so I said "well, I like sucking Bart because I can get it all in, and well, I can't blow you the way I want, Nate. So, when you fuck me that's what I think I want with you." Everyone sort of paused. "So I like you guys the same, only different." And then we all laughed. "You know some guys just want to be there for other guys, right?" Then Bart wiggled his and said, "or both cocks." "We think you want both of us at the same time, and well, I know your ass isn't used to much dick except mine and sometimes Bart's, but I think you're cool with the idea of both of us, right?" "Well, yeah, 'cause we all get off." "Just think, man. Ever see Bart blowing me? Or fucking me?" "No." "Ever see me blowing Bart? I did fuck him a quite a few times. And you love it, right, Bart?" Another finger! "But ever see Bart's dick in my mouth?" "No. You sucked me a couple of times. But why are we even talking like this?" A bit of silence, then Nate says, "well, everybody has a role in life and we think we should talk about it. I mean, you're ten times better at hiking and camping and I'm 10 times better at carpentry, and Bart is 10 times better at bullshit ---" And then we all laughed again, and Bart gave him the finger. "But when it comes to us messing around, you even just said you like our dicks, just at different ends. So we think the three of us need to -- well, I know it's sort of insulting, but you're the one of us who likes dick in both ends. And Bart likes mine up his ass just like you do. So I wanted to just get everything kind of out in the open for all of us." I was somewhere between pissed off and horny, and Bart had stopped smirking and suddenly I felt comfortable again with my "triplet" buddies. Except now we're talking about it instead of just doing it. "Just don't fucking call me your favorite cocksucker, asshole!" "Hey! It's YOUR asshole we're all talkin' about now, isn't it?" "Oh, I thought it was my mouth!!!!" And we all laughed again. Then Nate got a little more serious and it was obvious he was hard again. "Well, Bart and I can swap ends and we all get everything we want. I mean, you get both of our dicks twice, and WE get both of your holes twice." "HOLES?" "Yeah, man, when we're fucking your ass, it's a hole. Don't get all worked up about the words. My penis in your anus is my dick in your hole. Just words, man. Just fuckin' relax." "So I'm just a couple of holes now?" "Hell no. We are still best friends, the three of us. But when I asked you what you liked, you talked about sex stuff, and I actually was trying to get to that anyway. But YOU are the one who talked about blowing us and YOU talked about getting fucked. So now we have it all out in the open. YOU like it and WE like it and ---" And every time he said the word "it" he drew my attention to his dick. I silently agreed. He was right. He pointed to the dick I actually loved to suck and motioned for me to stick my ass up. He was so right. I wanted both of them in me. If I have a couple of "holes" who the fuck cares what the words are? I get their dicks. The next couple of years in high school were actually pretty wonderful. Yes, Bart could be a jerk, but mostly we all got along fine. At one point, Nate just put it plainly. "You actually like us using you, don't you?" I resisted the word "using" but the fact that they wanted me, the fact that I made them happy, was yes, kind of "using" even though for me it was needing. I couldn't even jerk off without thinking about sucking Bart's hard 6 or having Nate's 8 up my ass. I mean, I couldn't even cum without them in me. It got to the point where I would actually beg them to let me be the one who they'd "use" to get off. And when they did, that's when I could too. But "don't tell." For graduation, Nate bought me a chain necklace with a padlock. He said "you know what this means, right?" I nodded. He said "you decide." I have both keys. He also got me a cock cage, but he also gave it to me with both keys. I get some "interesting" looks when I wear the necklace, but nobody knows about the cage yet. I tried it, but I'm not ready yet. I couldn't even get it up without Nate in me. I still have sex with both of them. I love Bart's dick. It's "perfect" and when he cums it's almost like it was made for my mouth -- his dick, the amount of cum, the taste of his cum, it's like my mouth and his dick were made for each other. His balls, his hole. Nate knows. He plows me when I'm taking care of Bart. So it makes both of them happy at the same time - and I get to cum too. So when Nate got me the cage and the necklace, I knew that he knew. Even what I did for Bart was really mainly to please Nate. But now I'm thinking, I can't even get it up unless Nate's fucking me. Why would I need the fucking cage? So there's my roommate. Also gay. I blow him. His name is Ron, and he actually also seems to care. And not only about the blowjobs. So I admit to him one day that I can't even get it up without Nate fucking me, and I wonder if it's ONLY Nate, or if any good fuck could get me off. "Let me talk with Nate." I hand him my phone, and there are all these snatches of conversation, like "he wants to know if you're the only one" and "so it's okay?" and then finally, "well it might be slimy for you next time" and then a laugh. Ron says he'll do his best to get me off "but either way, I plan to get off." And then he add "we'll work on this a lot, man. I definitely want to help you get your rocks off. And well, you want me to help too, right?" I knelt down, wanting to see it up close. I wasn't hard. I was somehow almost desperate for his dick. But fact is, I loved being "used" -- I actually did love Ron's dick, and he already knew I'd blow him anytime he needed it, but now he had my ass, and it was pretty clear he was happy to fuck me, but despite Ron's eager fucking, he never managed to make me cum. And then I had three men fucking me, but only one got me off. I am happy for Bart and Ron, because they cum in me, but I have decided that I don't need the cock cage. I get off only with Nate in me. But at least now I had Rob sometimes a couple of times a day. I'm not even sure I even want to get off anymore. I want to suck them. But I actually NEED to be fucked. I think I'm finally realizing what really matters. The cock cage is irrelevant. I can't get it up without my Nate. One day lately after a suck and fuck, Nate said he was sorry for using the word "hole". "What happened is you realized that you want exactly what we want. You are the man you are, Dave. You need us and we need you. We're still brothers. And it's okay with me that Ron fucks you. I know you need it up your ass and I can't do it as much as you need it." I knew he was right. Unless we moved in together and I finally decided to be his. Not just my ass or my mouth. ME. Do I want to be Nate's? "Nate, you're the only one I give a shit about. It's not just the sex. It's like this chain you gave me. It said you wanted me. Not just my ass. You wanted ME. I don't give a shit about the cage. I can't get off without you anyway."