Hey guys, this is the final chapter. Hope it’s been a good ride. There is an epilogue in which I’ll explain everything after the threesome is over.

The New Year’s party was a blast… of my cum, and two other guys’ cum. One of them, as you know, was Mike. The other was… wait and see. It’ll get obvious pretty early on.

So I entered the party wearing a cardigan and short shorts. Obviously, when I was getting dressed, I had the idea of sex in my mind. It was at a year 13’s house and I’d decided to come early before all the good bedrooms got taken. Mike did say he was going to come early, but got stuck in a jam apparently. I started drinking and dancing in wait, unbuttoning my cardigan. Some girl came to me and started grinding with me and I did respond. I did tell her that I was gay mid-dance and she just laughed. She was clearly drunk.

I went out to the table where loads of people from my ‘clique’ were sitting. And I saw a sight I’d not seen in a long time.

“Hey, Saahil!” I said, trying to strike a balance between cheerful and formal. He was shirtless and he’d gotten hotter in the past month, if that is possible. He was shirtless, so I could see his abs and lean biceps. And he had some short shorts on with matching shoes. His ass looked nice in them, and I don’t need to tell you about my thigh-affection.

“Hey Ali,” he smiled, turning around. He had a beer in his hand. I chugged some. I needed to be drunk to do this.

I put my hand on his thigh, caressing it. “Long time no see.”

“Indeed,” he said, “You’ve not changed a lot.”

I slowly went up and up and up until my hand vanished underneath his shorts. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Don’t know.”

“You’ve changed for the better,” I said curtly. I couldn’t resist his allure. I found his cock and grabbed it.

“Do you want to go inside?” he asked. We went, trying to find a secluded area. I knew I couldn’t do him just yet, we needed to have a deep, meaningful conversation (dmc) before that. The kitchen was empty so I followed him in and leaned against the door.

“So, what have you been up to?” I said, trying to sound confident.

“Oh, don’t go to those orgies anymore,” he replied, “They lost their spark. I’m sort of in a pseudo-relationship with Abdul. I think I like him and I think he likes me but we just haven’t asked each other yet. But the sex is great, and I can see other people as well. It’s okay.”

“Why don’t you ask him?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you still strictly a bottom.”

“Mostly, yeah, but sometimes Abdul wants to be my bitch.”

I chuckled. “He’s hot.”

“I know.”

“I’m really happy for you two.”

“How about you? Are you going out with anyone.”

“Shhh,” I said drunkenly, “It’s a secret.”

“Oh, he hasn’t come out yet.”

“Yes.”

“Is he from school?”

“Yes.”

“Is he here today?”

“No…”

“Daveton.”

“What? How did you know?!”

“I gave him a dildo once. I’m sure he’s told you about that.”

“Yeah, but…”

“I’m jealous of you. I would pick Dave over Abdul anyday.”

“Hey, we’re in an open relationship,” I shrugged, “You can go to him whenever you want.”

“Oh, so you’ve been fucking people on the side?”

“Yes. A secret admirer. He’s coming here today.”

“Who?”

“You’ll see.”

“Is he fit?”

“Yep.”

Saahil put his hands on my shoulders. “I’m sorry, Ali. I should’ve listened to you.” His eyes were suddenly watering.

I hugged him tight, patting his head instinctively. “What do you mean?” The door opened behind me but when they saw Saahil crying, they promptly shut it and walked away.

“Those people found out I’m 16… They were really angry. Said I couldn’t come to any more orgies with them.”

“So you feel sad because they denied you orgies?”

“No, I was getting tired of it anyway. Having two dicks up your ass feels amazing, but not if you do it so regularly.”

We parted and he laughed through his tearful face.

“Saahil, I’ll be there for you no matter what,” I said, cradling his face in my hands after wiping away his tears, “We never had a proper closure for that relationship, and I realised today that I still like you.”

“What?”

“I’ve not exactly missed you until now. I really want you. And I don’t think this is the alcohol speaking. I love you.” Three words so simply said. Saahil kissed me and I felt him all over, all those familiar parts that I knew by second nature. My hand instantly went down to his underwear and grabbed his cock. I started stroking it awkwardly and he found my asshole. His finger went inside, lubricated by my sweat. He started exploring, pushing my briefs down quite a bit. And then my phone rang.

Hurriedly, I accepted the call. “Hey,” I said nervously as Saahil sucked my neck.

“Sorry, I’ll be there in 10,” Mike answered, “And anyway, it’s half past 11 already, can you believe it? I paid Sarim to keep the master bedroom open for just us, so go and get the keys from him now.”

“Hey, is it okay if Saahil joins us?”

“Saahil?