By Pfantazm

	One of the things I learned from Eddie had to do with testing. Once he got comfortable around me (and dressed) he remembered where he left his vowels. He told me there's usually no point in getting tested until six months have gone by. A blood test won't check for HIV itself, but rather checks for an antibody that an HIV-positive person will have in his or her bloodstream as a result and it takes a while for that antibody to show up in large enough quantities. That meant we had a half a year to wait before we'd find out how our lives were going to go. I still got tested, but until those months went by all the negative results were meaningless since even if I had HIV, the test really couldn't spot it. Every time I picked up my results it was a gut- wrenching ordeal. They were a very rough six months. I watched myself around sharp objects, in case I cut myself and bled. That included paper whenever possible, which was really hard on me. I didn't have sex of any kind with Frank or Alan, but they gave me a lot of hugs anyway. They still had each other, and continued to engage in safe sex, of course. (Frank was more sure of his own status, even though if I had it, he had it. Frank had the benefit of knowing where he'd been, and Alan's faith was unshakable.) That period of abstinence for me was probably the truest test of the chances our relationship had. I harbored no jealousy toward either of them, even though I knew they were having sex while I was not around. They both made sure to remind me how much they loved me (and lusted after me) and I did the same for them. I played my tape for Alan, who cried. I had to cheer him up and convince him that I really was feeling okay. Alan and I began my exercise program, and I started helping him with his homework. I had my Mind, and he had his Muscle, but we were trading. Frank loved watching it happen. Alan took on the new role of judge in Frank's and my debates. Once we taught him the rules, he enjoyed taking part in our discussions. I still won more often than Frank, which made me readjust my mental estimate of Alan again, and it was already growing daily. Alan was never stupid. Alan and Frank invited me on their runs, an aspect of Frank's double life I hadn't known about. They needed to slow down to make sure I stayed caught up, but I did okay. We apartment-hunted. We found a two bedroom place. One for us, and one for our planned library/workout room. Over the wait Alan's grades have improved significantly. I lost some weight, then gained more back. Muscle's denser than fat, you see. It would be a while before we could afford a proper bed for ourselves. The fastest way to raise the money would be to sell off the old redundant ones Frank and I had. Alan's belonged to his dorm room. Our old beds, however, were filling one wall side by side to make one huge one. In time we'd come by the money to get a cozier one. Jeff and Eddie didn't last long, but Jeff kept looking for that one special person who would make him happy. I've met my replacement roommate and he seems really nice. Jeff is having trouble keeping his hands off him. I had nightmares about Alan getting sick and dying, and it being my fault. I felt guilty about keeping them up at night and they beat it into my skull that they didn't care. We laughed a lot. I cried a lot. They were a long six months. The day before the three of us were to go and pick up our test results, I took Frank aside. We sat on the floor in our spare bedroom, which had my bookshelves and Alan's weight bench in it. I sat on the bench, he on the floor. "I've been thinking about the two of us a lot these past few days," I told him. "I've been thinking about my mortality and the way I'm likely to die if the tests do come back positive." "John, you know--" "Yes, I know. It's very likely that we're okay because of the precautions you took. That doesn't stop me considering the possibility. I do get obsessive about this sort of thing. "What I wanted to say is, I forgive you. We said that after a while of good test results we were going to go without the condoms, and it was a few months by that night. You were seeing Alan, but we all understand why and you've been getting better at not being needing to be in control all the time. And while you were acting in your own interests hiding it, you also wanted to make two other people happy at the same time. "You guys have helped me a lot. We owe all we have now to you. I'm glad we're still together. And if the unthinkable happens tomorrow, I won't hate you. I'll just be sorry that it happened to me, and to you. We'll make it through." I bent down to hold Frank and kiss him. "Aww," I heard from the doorway. It was Alan. He came over and joined us on the floor. "No more bad feelings. You know Frank was getting to feel a little insecure that you hadn't forgiven him yet." I looked at him. "Really?" "I, uh, I thought you might have been sticking around to be with Alan and you really hated me underneath." "Oh, no," I said. I sat right in his lap, my legs around his back. "I wouldn't do that to you." Alan said, "You better kiss him and make it better." I gave him a peck on the cheek. "Oh, come on," Alan chided. "You can do better than that." I looked deep into Frank's eyes and brought his lips to mine, expressing my need for him, the depth to which I wanted to have him back in bed with me just like it was before. If Alan was there, that would only make it that much better. "That's more like it," Alan said, tousling our hair. From that point until the next day, I wasn't worried anymore. We're all negative. Three cheers. One month after that glorious test that said we were clean we got our second results back confirming the first. We went out to a special dinner. When we got home, we dismantled the two double beds and put together our new king. In our candlelit bedroom, we each swore an oath, stating that we had been faithful ever since that night Alan and I confronted Frank, and would remain so from now on forever. We were committed. That night would be the first that we would all have sex together. We'd been saving that for a very special occasion. Tonight, also, the gloves would come off. We'd been tested, and we'd been together long enough that we could have unprotected sex with confidence. Frank looked at me and said, "We have a surprise for you." "Oh, no." "Don't worry, John," Alan assured me, "you'll like this one. Have you thought about how this would work?" What Alan was referring to was that Frank was a consummate bottom, whereas Alan and I had been exclusively tops. "I figured one of us would get Frank's ass and one of us his mouth." "We have a different idea," Frank said. They stood up and undressed me. I'd been hard since dinner. They took me over to a chair in the corner and said, "Just watch." Frank began by taking Alan's shirt off revealing the broad body I'd admired since I first met him. Then his jeans. He wore brief Lycra shorts underneath, which they knew I liked. These stayed on for the time being. Frank's turn came next. Alan carefully removed his dress shirt (Frank's the only one of us who's respectable.) and set it aside. He pulled at the catch and zipper of his slacks with his teeth, revealing bikini cut undies I'd never seen before. Frank had always preferred boxers. They came over to me. "You may just be watching, but you've still got a part in this," Frank said. "You get to open the presents." I chuckled. I looked over Frank's new underwear. His firm ass and swollen package filled them out quite nicely. I traced a finger along the elastic around his leg. "These look good on you," I said. "Are you going to wear them more often?" "Could be. I've always hated these because they never fit me properly. These are pretty good. We'll see." "Hurry up, John," Alan said. "I want you to see this." I put my hand on his crotch to match the one on Frank's now. "Hold your horses, there, studboy. We'll get there. You're gonna hate me at Christmas. I like to save the paper." I hooked a finger at each of Frank's hips and eased the waistband over Frank's 5 1/2 inches. It looked good enough to eat, so I put the head in my mouth while I groped his ass in the guise of pulling down his underwear. I slurped once off of him, saving him for Alan, and went after those tight Lycra shorts. I stroked his cock, balls, ass, and hips through the smooth material. Too bad I knew the person inside was feeling impatient. I unrolled the shorts down over his cock and held its crown in my mouth while I stripped them all the way off. Now properly unattired for the evening's entertainments, my favorite performers went to their stage. Alan lay back on the bed and Frank climbed on top, counter to Alan's position. No surprise yet: they began to sixty-nine. There was more saliva-squishy noise than there was sucking-groaning noise, so this was mostly for my benefit, and for lubrication. Frank's ass pumped up and down, sliding his cock into Alan's face, and that face was a study in concentration. Frank tasted Alan's meat at leisure, taking his time and enjoying every bite. At some unknown signal both my guys decided Act I was over and began to change the set. Alan gave Frank a quick buss on the cheek and grabbed a pillow. He put it under his own ass. Oh my god. Alan once told me he'd never bottom for anyone. And here he was spreading his legs. I was on the edge of my seat. Alan had a tube of something and was emptying it onto his hand. He reached down to Frank's penis, which was poised over its position. He gripped it in a firm handshake, making sure to cover it well. Frank had the tube now and squirted out enough for his tastes. He massaged the slick substance into Alan's asshole. A nervous Alan (stage fright?) nodded his readiness to Frank. He pressed at Alan's entrance. I saw our youngest guy's chest rise as he took a deep breath to calm himself down. Frank pushed. I disobeyed orders and knelt by the bed. I took Alan's hand and watched the action. I felt Alan squeeze me. Frank's head was just widening Alan's sphincter. He stayed there waiting for Alan to relax enough to proceed. I saw his muscle spasm open a little and Frank slid in past the head. Alan gasped. Frank eased his way in slowly with me there to nurse Alan along. After about ten minutes, Frank broke the silence and announced, "Baby, I'm all the way there." And he was. I could no longer see Frank for ass and pubic hair. I circled Frank's cock with a finger and thumb. "How are you doing, Alan?" "I'm doing great, guys," he sighed. "Let's go." "Just what I wanted to hear," Frank said. I yanked my hand out to safety just in time as Frank began his onslaught. He pulled his glistening cock back, then shoved it home. I could hear Alan's heavy breathing as Frank rammed into his ass. I later found out that Frank really is an excellent top. He just prefers to get rather than to give. Soon Frank had whipped Alan into a frenzy. He still had ahold of my hand and he beckoned me over to him. When I was near enough, he grabbed me and tongue-kissed me. His hands were all over me and he was groaning into my mouth. I groped his balls and his long pulsing dick. Since I was officially out of the audience now, I could ad lib a little. I got out of liplock with Alan and turned around. I took Frank's former role from Act I and swallowed Alan's cock whole. "Oh god," he cried. "You guys are the best! I'm gonna die right here. I love you guys. Frank, John, here I come!" I pulled back off Alan a couple inches so I could suck the cream right out of Alan's balls. His cum tasted great though Frank thought it was only okay. More for me. While I ate Alan, I got a good view of what Frank was up to, which was 25 rpm, at a guess. His face was tense, he was sopping with sweat and his legs were starting to shake. He slowed to a crawl, hitting Alan's rump much harder with each thrust until he yelped and emptied himself into the man below me. Alan grabbed me and held me close, though I was facing the wrong way, and bear-hugged me. They were both coming down and I was feeling reeeeeally horny. I hoped I was starring in the next scene. Climbing off Alan, I said, "That was one heck of a surprise, guys. Was that your first time, Alan?" "Nope," he responded smugly. "We tried it once first to see if I could handle it. Frank's very patient." "What made you decide to do it? I thought you were dead set against it." "Frank and I were discussing how tonight would go, and I said just about the same thing you did: Frank would take us both. He said it would be better this way. I said I'd give it a try." "And?" I asked. "I like it. I want to know how you'd feel in there." He leered at me. "Speaking of which," Frank interrupted, "you now have a choice to make. We can have our three-way a couple of ways now. Alan can fuck me while you fuck Alan." "Or?" I asked. "We can try to see how you like it on the bottom," Frank suggested. My cock, it appeared, had wandered into Alan's mouth while Frank was tempting me. "You fuck me while Alan fucks you." I looked over at Alan's seven-inch monster. Scary. "He's very gentle. Take it from someone who knows," Frank said, speaking for my other boyfriend, whose mouth was full. Alan's hot, sweet mouth teased my cock, making me more pliant. Was I really thinking about this? "Which way do you want it?" Frank whispered as he began to kiss my neck, which also drives me wild. "You make the decision. You're in control." If ever I was putty, I would want to be in their hands. If I could've thought straight, I would have objected that I was being coerced, but what's so great about thinking straight? The two men I loved were kissing and tonguing me and I was very happy. "Be gentle," I groaned. They led me into the bathroom and gave me an enema, the details of which I will spare you. If you need some sort of mental picture, then think of a closed door with unpleasant sounds coming from behind it. We returned to the bedroom hand in hand in hand. Frank climbed onto the bed and sat back. I lay next to him and kissed him. Alan crawled up in between us and we let him play too. Our lips and hands were busy, and we made sure no one was ignored. Alan backed off after a while so Frank and I could get started. Frank gave me a final kiss, stroked my face and got into position on his back. I lubed us up and I worked my way into Frank, who made it look deceptively easy. When I was all the way into him, I leaned my body down over Frank. He held the back of my head and said, "You'll be alright." He smiled at me. I tried to look reassured. I felt the bed shake as Alan came up behind me. He leaned over my back to speak in my ear. "I'm going to go very slow, John, and if you ever want to stop, just say so. Maybe we'll try again some other day. Don't worry. You'll be fine." "So I've heard. Thanks." I wrenched my neck so I could kiss him. Frank's legs were up on my shoulders and now I had to try to spread my own as much as possible for Alan. His fingers parted my cheeks and felt around for my hole. As he went, his fingertip left a snail's trail of lube behind it. Once he found his target, he loaded up on the gel again. He worked his finger in a small circle. That didn't feel too bad. The finger spiralled in to invade my body. I tried to relax. His finger slipped inside and I squeezed down on it. Alan wiggled it around a little. Frank could read on my face that I was in trouble already. He rubbed my side and I reminded myself to breathe. Soon I released pressure on Alan's finger and he could move again. He worked one finger all the way in, then started on two. So far I seemed to be doing okay. Frank was looking into my eyes and smiling. He'd been lying there doubled up for some time now. "How are you doing?" I asked him. He laughed. "I'm just fine. How far has Alan gone by now?" "He's just trying to get a third finger in - unh." I winced. Frank sat up as much as he could to kiss me. I took his tongue into my mouth and tried to put all the troubles behind me behind me. "I hope you're ready, John," Alan said, "because that's about all I can do with my hand." He paused, to grease himself up, one would think, and I sensed one really big finger try to poke inside my ass. I seized up, though Alan tried to charge ahead. "Wait a sec, Alan," Frank called out. "Don't scare the horses." He was still moving around back there so I added, "That was scare with a c, Alan, not spare with a p." "Let me try something," Frank said. My dark-haired boyfriend clamped on my cock and started to flex the muscles in his talented ass. I focussed on what was happening with my own dick and Frank was giving it the best massage he could. My eyes were closed and my breathing was becoming more even. I relaxed. Alan saw his cue, and he wedged half the head into my ass. I did my best to stay calm and let it happen. There was pain, but I could bear it. Between them, my two lovers kept me pleasantly distracted and opened my ass. Everything was fine until Alan found my prostate. My eyes popped open and I gasped. "John?" "Do that again!" "Heheh. Okay." Alan backed up and touched that spot again. I felt sparks shoot through my spine. I was beside myself with pleasure. "Alan, give me what you've got. I'm ready to go, I think." "Now who's impatient? Pull out of Frank a bit." Both Alan and I drew our cocks out of our bottoms at the same time. "Now just follow my lead, and leave the driving to me." Alan sank his thick member into me again, and I plunged into Frank. Ohh, that was a great feeling, getting it on both sides. We rocked back and forth, slowly at first, like we were on the swing, building up momentum. As we sped up, I started moaning. Alan was raking against my G-spot like clockwork, and Frank's face let me know I was on target with his. The heat coming off their bodies was intense. I felt Alan drip sweat on me. My body felt like it was on fire. Now that my hips were moving on automatic pilot, I remembered my manners and started jerking Frank off. His hands were on my hips, feeling me enter him again and again. To make life that much tougher on me, Alan gave me a reacharound by squeezing my nipples. That cinched it. I had to start being nicer to Alan. I set my concentration on trying to figure out what Frank was doing to me and to duplicate it. I'd never have a better chance to compare those particular notes. It took all my will not to cum from all the attention I was getting, but I was determined to stick it out. I worked what my body was telling me were the right muscles inside my ass, and I think it worked. "Oh, shit, John. Your cherry ass is so tight. You got me close, man." "You wanted my cherry, you got it. Now finish me off. Shoot it all inside of me. Let me feel it." Alan slammed into me a couple more times, then pounded me into Frank off the beat. He pushed Frank's foot aside and attacked my neck with his tongue at the same time. "Shit," he and I said simultaneously. In the race to cum second, I won by a photo finish, but I won. Alan's cum splashing into me set me off, and I felt wetness splattering on my chest just afterward. I was a conductor, transferring every wad Alan shot into me directly into Frank, load for load. When at last all was quiet again, I reached back and grabbed Alan's ass and gripped Frank's cock with my other hand. I squeezed Alan's cock deep inside me and flexed my penis in Frank. "I love you both." My boyfriends echoed my love back to me and to each other. Alan pulled out of me and I back out of Frank. We collapsed in a heap on the bed. The rest of the night was spent making love to each others' bodies with tender kisses, loving caresses and softly murmured endearments until hours later when we fell into blissful slumber, secure that we'd always be together, the three of us.

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