(Alex's POV - Sun. 9 November 2014)

It's nearly 2am and I can't sleep.

Neither can I help the few tears running down my cheeks as I'm standing by the window, staring at the city lights. Chicago at night is beautiful, especially from the top of a building. All these lights are like the reflection of the stars in the dark sky, but they are not soothing my bleeding heart.

Last night's events keep rehearsing in my head. I wish I had been braver, but I only chickened out in front of Mark to let Shannon take all the risks when I had promised I would speak up. I'm such a coward! Mark didn't look that surprised when Shan made our request to add me as a permanent third party in their couple. Our request because this is what I truly want too.

The idea has been gnawing at my mind over the past two weeks. I tried so hard to fight against it, but when Shannon broached the topic on Thursday and bluntly suggested that I join them, all my resolve fled and it became my ultimate hope for a bright future with two men I had fallen for. Boy did I get angry at him for bringing back emotions I had struggled to suppress, not wanting to impose myself on their relationship, but it was too late, and knowing that Shannon wanted it too, I simply couldn't fight anymore.

When he exposed his plan on Friday over lunch, I nearly chocked on my food, because... there was no plan! His idea was basically to just speak with Mark and convince him to add me in their relationship. Okay, there was a bit more than that... Like dragging me to a medical clinic to make a rapid testing for HIV so that we could present ourselves to Mark with results. Or showing me a copy of their contract that we reviewed closely so that I'd be familiar with his usual rules.

He also spent a long moment telling me more about the hygiene routines he goes through and Mark's preferences in terms of shaving. This earned me a few more blushes, especially when Shan told me that I should trim my pubic hair before Saturday and that he'd help me to make my privates completely smooth when the time would come to... get to serious things.

In the end, after more talking, a visit to the medical center, and some shopping during which I had to fight against Shannon because he wanted to pay in most of the stores – I must admit that I lost several battles there – I eventually agreed to follow his so-called plan, and this is how we found ourselves knocking on Mark's door on Saturday to speak with him. The coward in me was just too impressed by Mark to speak up, and I'm glad Shannon had more guts than I did...

Somehow, Mark's reaction yesterday afternoon scared me a bit. He didn't look surprised, but he clearly seemed to be lost, and it didn't fit the image of a strong Dominant I have of him. I was afraid we might have broken something in him. He didn't reject our offer, though, just said that he needed time to think things over. All the same, the rest of the evening was painfully cold and he didn't talk to us at all.

Shannon was quite upset when we arrived at the club because he clearly expected an answer right away, so I had to calm him down and discourage him from sulking or going to the Black Moon as a revenge. Disobeying Mark's orders would only aggravate the situation, so I'm glad I could talk some sense into him. Instead, we played the best-behavior card and joined him in due time at the lounge, each of us kneeling on a different side of him. I think Shannon was disappointed to spend the evening there, but we got to watch the show anyway and I hoped it would help Mark to see reason with two Subs by his side.

Sadly, my spirits crashed down on our way back home. I hated this cold in the car, and above all, I realized that I might have broken something in their happiness. What if my desires to join them had ruined everything in their couple? I felt so guilty that when I we reached the apartment, I immediately fled to the guestroom to hide the tears I had been holding back.

I thought I was going to cry myself to sleep but it didn't work and I have been standing there for the past hour, a tear occasionally spilling from my eyes, brooding over what I should do to repair my mistake. I almost scream and jump when two hands sneak around my hips to go and rest over my abdomen while a chin rests on my right shoulder, but I recognize Shannon's warmth right away.

"Can't sleep?" he whispers, and I only shake my head in answer. "Go put your pajamas on, Alex... I want to lie down with you for a while."

Without a word, I nod and head to the shared bathroom where I change into my night clothes like a robot before I step back into the bedroom. Shannon is already lying on the bed and as soon as I have joined him, he makes me roll to my left side and snuggles against my back, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"It'll be alright, Alex..." he murmurs, dropping a soft peck on my jaw.

I don't know if I should believe him, but his warmth and affection achieve to soothe my worries and seconds later, I have fallen asleep. When I wake up the following morning, we are still in the same comfortable position. The only difference is that I can feel Shannon's morning wood pressed again my backside, which makes my own little soldier spring to life.

Mark's body may be what I consider my ideal of a male in terms of tallness, muscles and firmness, but I am undeniably attracted to Shannon's looks too, so it's only logical that I should be aroused by his erection. However, since we still haven't had Mark's approval for me to be a part of them, I'd rather avoid any form of embarrassment and thus cautiously disentangle from Shannon's hold to leave a decent space between us.

That's when I realize that there are distant noises in the apartment, probably coming from the kitchen, but guessing that it can only be Mark, I don't dare get up and meet him. Still a coward... And oh my God! What if he noticed that Shannon and I slept in the same bed?

The clock on the bedside table says it's almost 10 am, so I believe Shannon has had enough sleep and I decide to wake him up.

"Shan..." I whisper, gently shaking his shoulder. "Wake up!!"

"Ugh... What time is it?" he asks with a hoarse and sleepy voice, stirring and rubbing his eyes.

"Ten..." I reply, wincing when he opens his eyes widely. "I think Mark is awake..."

"Shit! Do you think he saw us together?" he exclaims in a whisper. "Anyway, we haven't done anything wrong, so let's hope he's in a better mood this morning."

"Don't push him, Shan, or we won't get anywhere..." I try to advise him.

"Yeah, you're right," he sighs. "Let's be on our best behavior then..."

After we have taken turns using the bathroom for our morning routine, Shannon pulls me into a tight hug and we slowly head toward the kitchen. Mark is there, baking pancakes at the stove, facing away from us. He is dressed in faded-blue jeans and a white long-sleeved tee-shirt that shows his nice muscles to advantage, his hair still wet and disheveled from a shower. The island counter is already set with plates, cutlery, jam, syrup and fruits, and it smells so good that my stomach rumbles loudly. However, Shannon and I are hovering by the entrance, not sure if we should walk in or not.

"Morning, guys," Mark eventually says without turning around. "Glad to see you're finally awake, cause I was starving. Take seats, breakfast will be ready in a minute."

His voice is not as dry as it was yesterday, but it's not as playful as I'd hoped. Shannon grabs my hand and silently leads me toward the counter where we hoist ourselves on the high stools on the same side. The atmosphere is a little tense, but Mark soon turns around with a smile, his expression rather relaxed, and brings mugs of coffee and a plate full of pancakes before he takes a seat across from us and begins to sip on his coffee.

"Help yourself while it's still warm, Boys," he offers, pushing the plate toward us.

"Thanks..." we both reply with strained voices.

I think Mark has noticed that we are not as comfortable as he seems to be, and I wish he'd say something, but breakfast occurs in a relative silence, with Shan and I keeping our heads lowered. Even though I'm not really hungry, I still eat a few of the small crepes to avoid an unnecessary reproof, and only dare a peek at Mark when I'm done eating. The man has rested his elbows on the counter, his chin leaning over his laced fingers, and he's just staring at us, so I immediately avert my eyes back to my empty plate.

"If you're done eating, you may go shower and get dressed, Boys. And please meet me in the living room when you're ready," Mark finally says warmly as he starts clearing the counter.

Shannon and I swiftly hop off our stools and hurry out of the kitchen. While he uses the master bedroom's bathroom, I enjoy a relaxing shower in the other one, trying to reject all negative thoughts, but I still can't help brooding over what is going to happen next. He didn't look cold or anything this morning, yet I'm so scared he might kick me out. If he does, I sincerely hope he will keep Shannon, otherwise I would hate having destroyed their couple.

Just as I am finishing getting dressed, Shannon walks into my bedroom, his hands covering his eyes and grinning widely.

"Are you decent?" he asks with a chuckle.

"Yeah... What's with all this sudden assurance...?" I ask warily, wondering about this change of mood.

"I saw Mark's running gear in the hamper!" he replies, beaming at me.

"And...?"

"That means he went for a run this morning... Mark runs every day, but it's often to sort his thoughts out, so I bet he must have taken his decision!"

"It doesn't mean a positive outcome though..."

"Of course, it does! He would have looked sad or at least sorry this morning, but his features were relaxed and he spent breakfast observing us with a small smile. I bet the sadist in him must have enjoyed watching our distress!" he scoffs.

"If you say so..." I mumble, clearly not as confident as he is.

"Trust me, Alex," he whispers, hugging me softly for comfort. "It'll go well. Let's go now."

In the living room, Mark is sitting in the middle of the couch where he was yesterday, his right leg crossed over the other one and reading a magazine that he discards on the side as Shannon and I take a seat on the other settee across from him. There's a long minute of silence before Mark clears his throat and speaks up.

"First of all, I would like to apologize, Boys," he says, causing us to flick our eyes up to him in surprise. "I never meant to hurt your feelings yesterday, so I'm sorry that I acted coldly, but I really needed to take this little distance to think things over. I can imagine how stressful it was for you, but I hope you can understand. I couldn't take this decision without due care. However, this is not a game or a thriller, so I'll have you know that I'm accepting your proposition... or request, whatever you want to call it..."

High-pitched squeals interrupt him as Shannon lunges forward and almost jumps on Mark. Straddling his lap, he wraps his arms around the Dominant's neck and crashes his lips on his. On my side, I feel such relief that I'm almost paralyzed, a few tears escaping from my eyes, while I just witness Shannon's effusive happiness.

Mark is trying to contain him, chuckling at the same time, and as I observe them, I can see the most beautiful persons I have ever met. It's not about how handsome they are – even if there's some of that too – but more about their kindness of heart and natural gentleness. They are so gorgeous together and I can't help wondering if I'm going to fit because I am sincerely eager to be a part of this embrace.

"Shan, calm down now and go back to sit with Alex," Mark says, looking at me with a warm-hearting smile. "There are things we need discuss."

Shannon instantly complies and rushes back to me, sitting much closer this time, and he swiftly wipes the few tears remaining on my cheeks. As we recline against the backseat of the couch, he grabs my hand within his to rest them over his lap, grinning at me.

"Before we go any further, even if it sounds futile to you, I need to ask if this three-way relationship is what you really want, Boys?"

"Yes, we want it!" Shan exclaims cheerfully and I nod in agreement.

"Good, because I really want this too, and not on a temporary basis. I want this to last for as long as possible, which means forever," Mark says, his eyes focusing on me. "Alex, I must confess that you've severely tested my emotions recently, and although I've strived to fight these confusing feelings, Shannon was absolutely right when he said that I was attracted to you. I'm sincerely happy that you're going to join us and I can't wait for our relationship to reach stronger depths."

"Thank you..." I breathe out, blushing furiously.

"Thank you, Alex. And thank you, Shannon, for pushing me in the right direction. Now, like I said, there are many things we need to discuss, and I'm not too sure about the order in which we should proceed, so I'll start with one fundamental principle of our lifestyle, which is communication. I'll insist to make it an important value because I want to make sure that the three of us are always comfortable in this relationship. As long as you remain respectful, I will always be disposed to listen to your fears, worries, requests or whatever you need to say. Is this clear, Boys?"

"Yes, Master!" we both reply simultaneously, and although I haven't been invited to address him as such yet, it just feels natural.

"Good boys," Mark smirks. "So this conversation we're going to have is part of the communication goal. I'll expose several things to you, but I want you to participate and let me know if there's anything you disagree with. Yesterday, you said you were ready to abide by any rules I'd set, but this is not how it works. Although there are a few rules I'll be firm on, there are others we can compromise on, so I want this conversation to be open and you'll have to speak up whenever you need to. Before we get into more BDSM-related topics, I think we should start with our future everyday life and the first important point concerns you, Alex. Since we all want this relationship to last, you'll have to move in with us."

Oh, my goodness! I hadn't thought about this! Of course, he would want me to move in and this is not something I'd try to argue. I'm just too happy to get out of my crappy apartment! It's going to be such a change to live in this beautiful place!

"I'd understand if you want to keep your apartment for a little while longer if it makes you feel easier, but I still want you to move in here, and as early as today. Then you can terminate your lease whenever you're ready to. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir! Thank you!" I reply with gratefulness, relishing in the support of Shannon's hands squeezing mine. "My lease runs until next February, but I guess I could try and negotiate this with the landlord..."

"Alright, we can sort this out when you're ready. And you're welcome, it's only natural," Mark says with another warm smile. "Next... I expect us to share the same bed every night obviously, but I'll still require that you keep a guestroom to..."

"Argh what for...?" Shannon grumbles, earning a scowl from Mark.

"If you'd let me finish, I could explain, Shan! There might be difficult periods like in every regular couple, with fights, because that happens. Then there might be moments when one of you needs to be left alone. Also, and this refers more to our lifestyle, I could decide to punish one of you with a night of isolation, even if you don't like it," Mark explains, his eyes shifting between Shannon and me. "We're going to leave the first one as a guestroom, but I'm going to rearrange the first one with single beds and we could even have it redecorated according to your tastes. I truly hope to never use it, but just in case, I'll have it ready. Is this clear?"

Just like Shannon, I don't like the idea of spending a night on my own in the future, but I get to see Mark's point here. I can totally imagine that things might get intense at times, so I appreciate that he comes prepared with a solution in case it happens. In the end, both Shannon and I agree to this.

"Still in the everyday-life department... Shannon already knows, but Alex, you'll find out that I'm kind of a tidiness and cleanliness freak, and..."

"To say the least..." Shannon chuckles under his breath.

"You may make fun of me, Shan, but that's what it is," Mark replies playfully. "Clara is the cleaning woman who comes here for four hours on Fridays to do deeper cleaning and ironing, and by the way, I'll try to get her for four more hours on Tuesdays if possible. However, I expect this apartment to remain clean and tidy all the time. Like regular couples, we'll share chores according to our respective preferences. The good thing is that you, boys, work on the same days, so we should be able to share a lot of meals together, and for instance, since you hate so much cooking, Shan, Alex could take care of it while you're in charge of setting the table, what do you think?"

"Sounds great to me!" Shan exclaims.

"Fine with me too!" I concur.

"That's an example, but we'll adapt with time for all the chores like laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning, and so on. Also, as much as I can, I'll try to drive you to work whenever it's possible."

"We could take the bus too..." Shan chirps in.

"You know I don't like this too much, Babe. You could also start taking driving lessons..." Mark smirks meaningfully, causing Shannon to grumble a little more.

"I think Le Marais is only a ten-minute ride from here, and it's only through the Loop area, so I could definitely take it..." I suggest, because I can't imagine Mark wasting all his time in transfers.

"We'll see about that. Maybe you could do that indeed during the day, but I don't want any of you to use public transportations at night after your shifts, so I will always pick you up after work, and there's no compromising on this one, understood?"

I'm getting to feel the overprotective side Shannon told me about here, but I actually like it. It means Mark truly cares for us.

"Okay, I think I've covered most of the basic organization... Do you have questions?" Mark asks, but we both shake our heads in answer. "Alright, then let's move on to our lifestyle... Alex, even if you have completed your training, I'll still have to make sure that you're all good on the theory."

"I think I am, Sir... I've discussed so much with Shannon, Liam and even other Subs already..." I reply meekly.

"I know that, but for instance, I believe you still need to see what a contract is..."

"I... I showed him a copy of ours..." Shannon interferes. "I know it's confidential, but... I really wanted Alex to come ready before we'd propose you to accept him in our relationship..."

"Okay..." Mark trails off. "Well, I still want to review some of the basic rules with you two. As you know, some of the fundamental values of our lifestyle include respect, honesty and communication, but I guess I don't need to come back on those. Whereas these are capital in a playroom or at the club, they still apply in the everyday life, and I won't tolerate that you lack respect or lie to me in any situation, is this clear?"

"All clear!"

"Talking about respect, you will address me as Master whenever we're in Dominant/Submissive mode, either here or at the club, but you can call me Mark at any other time."

"Okay, but..." I trail off.

"Is this about the restaurant?" he asks encouragingly, anticipating my thoughts.

"Yes," I reply. "I'd rather keep our relationship secret at work..."

Mark frowns deeply for a few seconds, obviously trying yo read through my mind. The truth is that I don't want to be considered as a slut who's letting the boss fuck him for a faster promotion.

"I guess I can agree with this for the moment, but our relationship won't remain hidden forever, Alex..."

"It's private, so it should."

"Alright, let's keep it at this for now, and you can keep calling me Mr. Murray at work if it makes you more comfortable. Since Shannon showed you a copy of the contract, I guess you already know about the responsibilities and duties of both the Dominant and the Submissive, Alex? Do you have questions about these?"

"Hmm... I don't think so..." I reply hesitantly. "Though... I'm just wondering... How do we participate in the... you know... household expenses?"

"Oh Gosh... I'd never thought about that..." Shannon comments nervously. "Shall I..."

"What do you mean you'd never thought about that, Shan?" Mark asks, frowning at him.

"You always pay for everything!!"

"I'll make this clear, Boys. I own several restaurants which happen to be very successful and as much as I'd understand you'd want to participate equally in the household expenses, it'd be quite silly. I'd rather you let me remain responsible for all these costs because I can, and save your money for future projects. We can discuss this again in a few months or years if the situation was to change, but let's keep it as it is in the contract, right?"

"Okay..." we both agree.

"Safety and health are two other important topics. As a Dominant, I don't want to waste time unnecessarily worrying for you. As you'll find out, Alex, I'm not a huge control freak and compared to other Doms, I believe myself to be quite cool as far as your liberty is concerned. I don't mind you going out shopping in the Loop or meeting friends whenever you want to, but I need to know. Either with a phone call or a text if I'm not home, but I want to know where you guys are at all times. In the same vein, make sure your mobile phones are always charged and answer my calls or texts as soon as possible. If you can't, be prepared with a valid reason. And stay safe. Never put yourself in danger. Don't take unrequired risks.

"You are expected to take regular and healthy meals," he continues, squinting at me, then at Shannon. "Avoid junk food. Alex, I want you to work out at the gym or in the park at least three times a week. Is this something you're used to, Alex?"

"Err... no..." I reply a bit bitterly.

Here, I really struggle to not roll my eyes. Isn't it obvious that I'm not a workout addict? If I were, I wouldn't be so skinny!

"Well, you'll get used to it," Mark states firmly.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind growing a few muscles..."

"It's mostly about developing your stamina, Alex," Shannon chuckles. "You are how you are, and I like your frailty..." he adds, leaning against my side.

"Shannon is right about your stamina, and you're beautiful as you are already," Mark agrees in a very husky voice that sends shivers down my spine. "I guess it's time to talk about sex, then..."

"Yes!!!" Shannon squeals, bouncing beside me before he squeezes my hand more firmly.

Both Mark and I burst out laughing, though I can't help a deep blush to cover my face.

"On a serious note, I'm going to set up an appointment for you to..." Mark begins, but he is once again interrupted by an overexcited Shannon.

"Show him, Alex!!" he urges me in a whisper.

"Show me what?"

"I... Hmm..." I begin, rising to my feet and as I shyly walk toward him, I fish a folded paper from the back pocket of my jeans and hand it to him. "I already took the HIV test..."

"Oh, nice... Already?"

"Shannon thought I should be ready with that part..."

"Well done, Babe!" Mark chuckles as he unfolds the document and quickly peeks at it.

"See? Told you, Alex!"

"I asked about tests for other STDs, and the nurse asked a lot of questions. She said that as long as I haven't had unprotected sex, and since I don't bear particular symptoms, I'm not a risk, but... if you still want me to do tests..."

"It won't be necessary, Alex. HIV is the most important one because it doesn't only imply unprotected sex, like some people have it from a seropositive parent, because they used infected needles, or after a transfusion, so you can never be sure, but if you haven't had unprotected sex recently and don't bear specific symptoms, there's little risk for other STDs indeed."

"Anyway, my ex-boyfriend used condoms the two times we... we did..." I stutter.

"That's fine, Alex. So we're all set regarding the tests, then!"

Shannon immediately grabs my hand when I sit back next to him and drops a peck on my cheek. I really love his clinginess!

"Since we're in that subject, and please don't feel uncomfortable, Alex, I guess Shannon knows about your inexperience... Have you told him about what we discussed last Monday during your training?" Mark gently asks, and I nod in answer.

"Be assured that I'll be very cautious, not only on your first time, but for quite a while. We're going to take things slowly and progressively in terms of sex, until you become familiar with all the accessories and feel very comfortable around them. Talking about that, had you given your activity sheet to Aaron?"

"Yes, but I could fill it again..."

"I'll have to redo our contract anyway, so we'll add a column on the sheet that Shannon and I already filled, and you can add your figures there. It'll give us a better picture of our respective preferences. I already talked to you about safewords the other day, and I'm sure Shan and Liam did too... What are yours?"

"I'll go for yellow and red, like Shannon. It should make things easier for everyone."

"It's up to you, but I'm fine with this. Don't ever hesitate to use them, in any kind of situation, and not only during a sex scene. Safewords are valid during discipline as well, understood?"

"Yes, Master," I reply with a shy smile.

"Good boy. About discipline, as in any Dom/Sub relationship, this is an essential part of the lifestyle. I'm known to be a softie by my best friends, but punishments do happen when they're deserved. As you know, a sanction isn't supposed to be pleasant and it's part of the process to help you evolve toward a better life. Like I said, you can safeword out of a specific punishment if you find it too hard, but you should strive to deal with it as much as possible. Do you have questions on this part?"

"No, I don't think so..." I mumble, not looking forward to any form of punishment in any case.

"Another little detail about hygiene..."

"Ugh... Shan already told me about the preparation and the shaving aspects..."

"Fine..." Mark chuckles. "I can already set up one of your goals here, Alex. You'll have to work around your self-consciousness until you get entirely comfortable around us and at the club, okay?"

"Yes, Master..."

"Good. I think I've covered everything I wanted to mention, now it's your turn to talk. Do you have questions or remarks, Boys?"

Shannon and I look at each other, both biting our lower lips, and I eventually gather the guts to speak first.

"Are we always going to have sex in threesomes?" I blurt out very quickly.

"Most of the time, yes, I think so. It might be different activities for each of you, but I'd like everyone to participate one way or another. I don't really have a clear view on everything so far, so we'll see in the future. The reasons why it wouldn't be the three of us I can think of are... if one of you is not in the mood to have sex," he begins, pausing for a second while Shannon laughs. "That could happen, Shannon. Then it could be that one of you is not available, at work or sleeping. Or if someone's punished."

"And what about Alex and me together?" Shannon peeps in.

"That's an interesting question that I was expecting indeed. What are your views on that?" Mark smirks.

"We discussed it a bit with Shannon already... and we'd also like to do... things together..." I stammer.

"Yeah, we'd like to do naughty things!"

"How surprising of you!" Mark exclaims through his laughter. "Well, here's what I've thought. Of course, you'll be able to do things together. Cuddles, hugs, kisses and making out are obviously allowed as much as you want, but do you remember the part where the Dominant is the sole master of his Sub's pleasure?"

"Oh, so we need your permission to come?" Shannon asks. "So we can get naughty as long as we don't come without your permission?"

"That's the spirit, indeed. You can do whatever you want as long as you contain your orgasms. Do you agree with this?"

"Sounds logical, huh..." Shannon whispers to me.

"Yeah, put like this... We don't have much of a choice..." I reply in the same low voice before I turn to Mark. "Yes, we agree. And Shannon said he sometimes likes to top... so... could he..."

"Jeez Alex!! That's blunt!!" Shannon squeals.

"What!? You said you'd want to do that!"

"We'll see about that, Boys. That might happen as a reward for a very good behavior, then. How about you, Alex? Have you ever tried?"

"Ugh no... I'm not really appealed by topping..."

"Okay, then, but if you ever change your mind, you'll just have to let us know. Like I said, I really want everyone to be comfortable in our relationship, Boys. Is there anything else you want to broach?" Mark asks, but I think we have covered a lot already. "I guess we have a deal here... then a throuple it is!"

"Yes!!!" Shannon cheers and like earlier, he rushes to Mark whose arms wrap around his waist as he straddles his lap and pecks him several times.

Mark gently shifts him until he only rests on his right thigh and then smiles at me, patting his left leg. I rise to my feet and slowly walk across toward them, biting my lower lip nervously. Once there, Mark grabs my hand tugs me to straddle his left thigh. My heart is beating crazily in my chest as his hand reaches for the back of my head to make me lean forward and it even skips a beat when our mouths connect.

His lips are so soft against mine, but I can soon feel his tongue begging for entrance. Who would I be to deny him this pleasure? The wet muscle has me gasp in any case and Mark immediately takes the opportunity to delve inside my mouth. The tip of his tongue brushes against mine delicately and I can't help a ridiculous squealing moan when they start whirling very slowly. Mark tastes sweet and his tongue is so soft. I can tell that he is leading the dance, and I just go along with it in the most natural fashion, but there's no forcefulness, just powerful emotions that wash over me. I had been waiting for this for so long!

By the time Mark breaks our kiss, so many flutters have traveled through my body that I suddenly become very conscious of my manhood swelling in my pants, but I don't care because I can definitely feel his hard package against my knee. The lust I see in Shannon's eyes when I glance at him does nothing to help my erection either.

"Come on, Boys, I want to see you kiss now..." Mark whispers as his hands reach for our backsides, pulling us closer to him.

Shan didn't need more to lean over to me and capture my upper lip between his. There are several light pecks first before I can feel his tongue press at the seam of my lips and through my slightly-opened mouth, the tip of my wet muscle goes to meet his. The kiss is even softer than the one I shared with Mark, it's a shy intertwining of tongues, once in my mouth, once in Shannon's. Mark has slipped his hand underneath my tee-shirt and feeling his warm hand and his thumb drawing circles on my skin is amazing.

When Shannon and I pull apart a few seconds later, we are both left with heavy pants and brimming eyes.

"Fuck! That was hot, Boys..." Mark groans.

As he grabs our hands and presses them to his crotch, I swear a big load of precum spurts from my erection at the sensation of his hardness.

"No, no, Babe," he chuckles at Shan's pleading look. "We've got plenty of things to do first."

"Pretty please..."

"Sex will be tonight if you behave and if Alex is ready. For now, we're going to have lunch outside, pick up stuff from Alex's apartment, and do a bit of shopping too."

Published on 26 May 2016

By the way, the word "throuple" is not a creation of mine. When I started to write this story, I looked for information about people who live this way and I found out that many people do; not always in the BDSM lifestyle of course. I wanted to see how they organize their lives and so on. I found several articles and interviews, and I particularly remember this article about three gay men - I think they live in Canada. The first two had been married until they met the third one and decided to live all together. They divorced so they would be on an equal relationship and they now hope that at some point their country will accept the marriage of three persons. Well throuple comes from that article.
Thanks again to all the readers !!