Triangular Love

Triangular Love I

Thank you ZiaJang for the inspiration. I had this idea in mind after reading your awesome short stories "Million Dollar Baby" and "When Twins Share" and "The Beautiful Rouge".

Happy reading <3

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Friday evening is slowly coming to an end, in our favorite bar "Spin the bottle", where we sit, it's getting emptier and emptier, meanwhile, it's two o'clock in the morning. The taste of the tequila has my palate firmly under control, the transparent salt crystals stick easily on the back of my hand, while I enjoy sucking out the lemon wedge.

The conflict inside me is getting bigger and bigger, a mixture of longing and pure curiosity has spread in my stomach. And no matter how hard I try, my ever-increasing passion and urge for the forbidden simply cannot be extinguished by tequila ...

I feel a warm hand that lays itself on my neck. Another large male hand lies on my left thigh and covers it almost completely. I have tried everything, with "Ene, mene, muhnu", with intuition and with pure ignorance - nothing has helped anything. Since six months my love life is the purest disaster area and I definitely don't want the whole shit anymore.

But how am I supposed to bring order into my messed up love life when the owner of the hand, who draws small exciting circles in my neck, whispers in my ear that I should not get completely drunk, after all the night is still long ... and the man, who owns the hand on my thigh, smiles sexy at me.

Oh man, what to do? I am in a huge dilemma.

Phana and Ming are two awesome guys, I met them half a year ago in "Spin the bottle" shortly after each other. Since I wasn't interested in any relationship at the time, both were the perfect candidates for a hot one-night stand. The two are ice hockey players, their bodies are amazing, they are big and strong and radiate pure testosterone.

After the pretty hot gymnastics in bed, both Ming and I, as well as Phana and I, have found out that we actually get along pretty well and since then we've been meeting almost every weekend, going to the movies, bars or dancing. Often we go all together as Ming and Phana, of course, know each other because of the ice hockey and are also friends.
So you could think that we have now a purely friendly relationship if the two of them wouldn't give me very clear signs and signals that they want more from me. These two very handsome, intelligent and sporty men have chosen me...

I like both of them very much, they both irritate me and both are pure personalized sex. How often I have satisfied myself at night, alone and lonely in my bed while thinking about one or even both of them at the same time, I can't say it exactly, but it was often - much too often.

Can a man fall in love with two men at the same time? Can I fall in love with two men at the same time?

Apparently, I can, because the chaos in my head connects with the lust that runs wild through my body! In my desperation, I was on the verge of shooting down both of them and looking for a completely different one, but the two of them are stubborn, they perfectly blogged my half-hearted escape attempt as a well-rehearsed team, typical ice hockey players.

And now I'm sitting here, I don't know which one to take, and I'm increasingly desperate about the situation. My body screams silently that it has no desire to think further, but wishes for a strong man between the thighs and a hard fuck. I want, I need sex, hot, horny, taboo, dirty sex.

But with whom? Clearly, with both of them! But if I sleep with one, do I lose the other?
I cannot and will not risk our very strange three-way constellation, both men have grown so close to my heart. What if I sleep with both of them - Ming today and Phana tomorrow? Desperately I shake my head, they are friends, and I certainly don't want to be the reason why their friendship gets destroyed.