A long, long time ago, I was in a thruple ( I just learned that word from Netflix). I think I was 23 or 24 years old. I met James and Danny at Woody’s in Philly on a Sunday afternoon. James cruised me all afternoon and we talked and flirted a bit. He asked me to go home with them, but I turned them down. I had a busy day the following day. I hadn’t really talked to Dan at all. We did agree to meet the following Friday night at the same bar.
James was older than me (maybe late 30’s or early 40’s) and Dan was maybe 30. James was handsome and fit. I don’t remember what James did for a living. Dan was just out of the Air Force and worked in construction. He was a sweet, gentle soul with a tight body. He was one of those people who just somehow ooze sensuality. I’ve never been able to do that. He was also a fairly simple man; not what you would call an intellectual and he was fascinated by the oddest things. He wasn’t dumb, but he wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box. He was the sort that probably struggled in school and joined the military as soon as he was old enough.
We met as planned and got to know each other better. James again asked me to go home with them. I was hesitant. I didn’t get the vibe that Dan was that interested. I excused myself and went to pee. Dan apparently followed me because as I was peeing, he grabbed my cock, asking me if I wanted some help and told me they both wanted me to go with them. We started making out and I decided I would take them up on their offer.
I spent the weekend with them (what turned out to be the first of many). I sucked and got sucked, fucked and got fucked, had my first experience as the middle of a sandwich (mind blowing), and got to know them far more intimately. Such a good time was had by all that we made plans for the following weekend immediately.
Months of this went by. I had a lot in common with James, but I was infatuated with Danny. He had a raw sexuality and was absolutely uninhibited. I learned a lot from Dan. I had my first experience with watersports with him. He’s the first man to piss in my hole. I had some of my most memorable bondage experiences with him. I remember his trick of hooking his arms and rolling all the way up so his ass pointed towards the ceiling and getting fucked like that. He would want us to shoot on him so he could scoop up the come on his body and slurp it down, or use it to jerk himself with. He was at ease being naked. I think, if the AIDS crisis hadn’t been in full swing, he would have wanted to be fucked by every guy he could until the come just dripped out of him. Danny was just completely in tune with his piggy side and completely unashamed if it. He talked about his fetishes (many of which we shared) like other people talk about the weather.
One evening, Dan and I went to the store. Dan told me he understood that it was natural that I would be more into one of them than the other and he was fine with me being more into James. I was stunned. I looked at him and told him I was into one more than the other, but it was him. Still, I liked them both and had no interest in seeing their relationship change. I think James was more interested in me than Dan was (James couldn’t keep his hands off me), but I was clearly more into Danny. I think that spelled the beginning of the end for our threesomes.
We kept being together for a while after that but over time, we drifted apart. I was leaving for the West Coast soon. I was not the first person they had engaged in a longish term threesome with, and they had started finding my replacement. They had a going away party for me when I was leaving. I slept on their couch that night while someone else slept in their bed. I was a little jealous, maybe, but overall I just had fond memories of the time we spent together. I knew this wasn’t going to go on forever when I started it. I often wish I could be more like Dan and just be able to embrace all the aspects of my sexuality with ease. He made it look so easy. I think about them now and then. I wonder if they’re still together, did they get married, or are they still Thrupling? I lost touch with them, but they’ll always have a place in my heart.
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