Three Is Just Enough

by Jon Keys

  “Organic’s kinda high. Does everything have to be organic?”

  “Ah crap,” moaned Tara.

  Cole shook his head at Dalton. “Have to be organic? Have to be? We should be at the farmer’s market, where we can look the person selling it in the eyes and ask them how they grew the food, how far they hauled it, what kind of carbon footprint it has. But noooo, Tara insists she doesn’t have time. One morning, once a week, it doesn’t sound like that much to get decent food. What do you think?”

  Dalton wished he’d never said anything.

  Tara grinned impishly and shrugged.

  The tirade went on for several minutes before Dalton asked, “What if I go with you to the farmer’s market?”

  Cole lurched to a stop in midsentence, his mouth wide open for several seconds before snapping shut. His eyebrow arched and he studied Dalton. “Really? You’d go with me?”

  “Sure, why not. You can show me around and explain the stuff to me.”

  “Cool! Next Wednesday then, the campus one’s over at the mall, so we can walk over.”

  Dalton nodded numbly, afraid he’d opened a whole new can of worms. On the upside, food from the market should save them money, and he got bonus points from Tara for getting her out of the weekly shopping trip.

  * * * *

  Cole leaned forward to take the beer his friend slid toward him. He took a small sip—sometimes Nate’s home brews were…a little funky. Nate was an organic horticulture major and had a tendency to experiment with the beer brewing. But this time it was pretty good. Cole took a drink and sat the frosty glass on the counter.

  “That’s good. Score!”

  Nate chuckled and took a drink. He smiled as he sat the glass down with an appreciative sigh. “Nope, not bad at all. It’s a wheat beer that I found the recipe for online. I’ll have to send the guy an email and thank him for the recipe.”

  Cole chuckled. “You’re such a girl. Sendin’ out thank you notes. Next thing I know you’ll be inviting me to your sweet sixteen party.”

  Nate caught foam from the top of his beer and flicked it at Cole. “As I recall, I’m not the one who enjoys daydreaming about buff guys.”

  Cole smiled slyly as he took another drink. “Whatever, Tara isn’t complaining.” He sat toying with his glass and staring into space.

  Nate chuckled. “What have you done now? You screw up your thing with Tara and I’m going to have you committed.”

  Cole’s smile never wavered as he played with the glass. “Nothing much—we have a new roommate, Dalton.”

  Nate lifted an eyebrow. “And?”

  Cole smirked. “I walked in on him jerking off, and I’m pretty sure he was checking me out. I think he might play for my team.”

  Nate chuckled as he took another drink. “And what does Tara think about all this? Is she still into the whole three-way thing?”

  “We’ve talked about it. She thinks Dalton’s hot, and I can guarantee the idea of being with two guys made her a wildcat in bed.”

  Nate held up his hand toward Cole. “TMI, buddy, TMI. Just be careful, with both of them. Being with two other people has to be harder than just being a couple. I can tell you as the old married guy, just being a couple can be hard enough.”

  “Hard is exactly what I was trying for.” Cole gave a mischievous smile before draining his glass.

  * * * *

  Enjoying a rare quiet moment, Dalton sprawled limp across the chair with his tablet cradled between his hands, reading. He looked up when Cole grabbed his foot and tugged.

  “Come on, let’s go lift.”

  Cole had been pestering Dalton all week to begin a workout regimen after he’d agreed to go to the farmer’s market. He’d finally given in, more to shut Cole up than because he wanted to work out. But when he started to back out, he was met with a determined expression.

  “Come on, you told me you wanted to start today. Neither of us has to work this afternoon. It’s a perfect time.”

  “But it’s my night to cook. Tara will be pissed if she has to cover for one of us again.”

  “Ah, damnit. I’ll help you cook, okay? Now get your shit on and let’s go.”

  A short time later Dalton was stretched out on the weight bench with the barbell above him. Cole stood at his head. Dalton fought an unreasonable desire to check out what was in Cole’s shorts, but kept himself under control. He lifted the plates, the heavy weights straining his chest and biceps. He lowered the bar until it almost touched, then pushed upward with a grunt.

  After he’d repeated the action a handful of times, his arms began to shake as he strained with the last rep of the set. Cole leaned down and curled his fingers under the bar. “Come on. Dig down. You can do it.”

  Dalton strained, and with a little help from Cole wrestled the barbell into the rack. When it banged into place, Dalton sagged on the bench. “Damn, my arms feel like jelly.”

  Cole slapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, add a couple of forty-five pound plates.” Cole dropped to the bench and pumped the weight up and down with robotic efficiency. By the time he reached his last rep, he’d barely slowed. Without a moment’s hesitation, he popped up from the bench.

  “Okay, squats are next.”

  They worked from one station to another with only brief pauses until Dalton was ready to drop. He did have some vindication to see that Cole’s shirt was soaked with sweat, too. He tried to keep up his end of the conversation as they walked home, but he was drawn to the sweat soaked fabric clinging to Cole’s now pumped chest.

  “Hey, what do you think?”

  Dalton started—he had no idea what Cole had said. Cole smiled and repeated himself. “We could order pizza if you don’t want to cook tonight.”

  “No. I’m okay. I can still cook. It’ll be cheaper on us, anyway.” He smiled at Cole. “Besides, you said you’d help.”

  Cole shot him a gleaming smile. “Yes. I did say that, didn’t I? Okay, I’ll help. But we need to hurry, or we’ll have a pissy Tara to deal with.”

  “Yeah, I’ll kick it into high gear.”

  They dove into their separate rooms and Dalton stripped out of his sweaty clothes. As he turned for the bathroom, the door flew open and Cole walked in, as naked as Dalton.

  “Hey. How about we jump in the shower together. It’s plenty big enough for both of us. Then we can get out faster.”

  Dalton’s heart raced and his gut tied itself in knots as he considered Cole’s proposal. Would it be a big deal if two straight guys showered together? Probably. But Dalton’s fog of arousal dominated the thinking parts of his brain. He fought to keep his gaze on Cole’s face when he desperately wanted to check out the muscular body of the stud in front of him. He swallowed hard and squeaked. “Sure.”

  “Cool. I’ll get the shower started.” Cole slapped him on the back. “Hurry your ass up. Last one in the shower gets to wash my feet.” Cole wiggled the toes on the end of his size twelve’s, then walked into the bathroom laughing. Dalton unconsciously followed Cole’s flexing ass cheeks as he walked out of the room. Damn it! What am I doing? Even if I do think Cole’s hot, nothing’s going to happen. Fine. I can take a shower with him and not get hard. Dalton followed Cole into the bathroom.

  Cole stepped into the shower and Dalton paused for a moment to admire the way the spray of water matted the hair on his chest. Don’t think about Cole! Stress load calculation, LEED material lists, baseball, how much I hate baseball, damnit. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get hard.

  Dalton stepped into the shower, only partially successful at distracting himself. His cock thickened, but was not the aching stiffness Cole usually caused. And Cole had been right, the shower was big enough for both of them. It was huge. Dalton stepped under the water and relaxed as the heat invaded his tired muscles. Cole whistled some tune as Dalton washed his hair. He stuck his head under the cascade to rinse off the shampoo. Maybe I’m going to get out of this without embarrassing
myself again. At that moment Cole ran a soap-coated washcloth over Dalton’s back. “Here, I’ll help you wash up, then you can do me.”

  Cole’s touch was like someone hit Dalton with 220 volts. A surge of desire flooded him like never before. His cock didn’t just get hard, the shaft transformed into a piece of diamond-impregnated titanium. Tucked against his stomach, he couldn’t stop a loud sigh from escaping.

  “Feels amazing doesn’t it? Hot water and a good back rub.” Cole pressed harder and Dalton’s nuts tightened against his shaft. Cole’s hand and the soapy cloth passed over the top of his butt. No one would have thought the resulting moan from Dalton was anything but sexual arousal. Cole slid his arms under Dalton’s and pulled them together. Dalton was in the ninth heaven of desire and didn’t care how he’d gotten there. Cole’s meaty hands ran over his chest, rubbing his nipples and adding to the jolts of electricity coursing through his body. Some remnants of conscious thought tried to surface.

  “Cole. We. Oh, god. Stop.”

  Cole froze, lifted his hands leaving one finger tracing a small circle around his bellybutton before breaking free. Dalton sighed in disappointment at the separation.

  “I’ll stop if you want…” Cole said.

  Dalton struggled. Cole’s touch had ignited a blazing fire, but he didn’t want to hurt Tara. His mind clung to that. “Tara?”

  Cole whispered in Dalton’s ear. “She thinks it would be hot to have sex with two guys, and…she thinks you’re sexy.”

  Dalton’s head spun—he’d never considered that Tara might be into being with two guys. The second part of Cole’s muttered words. She thought Dalton was hot. I’m hot? No one has ever told me I’m hot. Now I have two people who want to be with me. He leaned back, his slender body against Cole’s torso.

  Cole slipped his hands around Dalton and caressed his chest. “You okay now?”

  Dalton swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah.”

  Cole blew into Dalton’s ear and then whispered. “Good, ‘cause you’re so damn sexy, and I’ve been wanting to do you since we met.”

  Dalton moaned softly, his emotions a swirl of contradictions, but lust won out when Cole’s hairy chest ground against his back and he was engulfed in a passionate embrace. The water cascaded from his chest and Cole’s scorching hands traveled over his stomach, leaving a trail of fire behind. Dalton’s cock throbbed at the touch. His gaze slid shut as Cole’s fingers slipped into his bush and tugged gently.

  “You’re so smooth everywhere but your pubes. You’re damn hard, too.”

  Dalton was lost in the sensations Cole created. He jumped when Cole’s hard cock nestled between his ass cheeks. The pressure built with each touch until he was putty in Cole’s hands. Then it happened, Cole began slowly stroking Dalton’s aching cock. The touch sent jolts of lightning into Dalton. He wouldn’t last long. But Cole handled him like a stick of dynamite and managed to keep him on the edge of coming. Dalton gasped for breath when Cole rubbed along the underside of his cock.

  “Fuck!”

  Cole’s speed didn’t increase, but Dalton was already over the edge. A few seconds later the first white strand shot against the glass of the shower. His load was massive, partly due to Cole’s teasing. Now his body expelled built up cum like a hose. He’d never squirted like this before, but this time was amazing. Being held by Cole while the waves of pleasure swept over him added to his euphoria. When Dalton was with a girl, he was the strong one, but it was wonderful to have someone care for him.

  Dalton soared with the birth of affection for Cole in addition to the physical wonder that left him shaking and spent. As his senses returned, he enjoyed the hard muscle he leaned against and the soft scratch of Cole’s chest hair. He realized Cole’s hard cock was wedged between his ass cheeks. He froze, not sure what Cole expected.

  As if he were a mind reader, Cole kissed the side of his neck. “You okay? We can stop if you want. It’s totally your call.”

  Dalton relaxed, remembering Cole stopped when he’d asked before. Confusion still ruled and he needed time to process everything. But he didn’t want to disappoint the guy who filled him with lust, longing and deep satisfaction. None of which he’d had before for a man. “What do you want to do?”

  Cole slid up and down Dalton’s crack, and part of him was willing to give Cole even that. Pressed against the smaller man, Cole ran his hands up and down Dalton’s smooth torso. The masculine touch left him feeling like vanilla ice cream in the midsummer sun. He realized Cole was talking and focused on his words.

  “Well. I was thinkin’. Like.”

  Dalton turned in Cole’s arms and grinned. “Seriously? Now you’re getting bashful. I think it’s a little late for that.”

  Cole’s face went red and a small grin appeared. He looked down at his cock poking against Dalton. “Well, if you wanted to jerk me off, that’d be cool.”

  Dalton nodded, still unsure. But he didn’t want to disappoint Cole. He reached between them and grabbed the shaft pressing against his stomach. The sensation was oddly familiar, and yet not. Cole was thicker, and the head was large, full and deep purple. Between the water running down them and the juice leaking from Cole, his dick was nice and slick. Dalton slid his hand to the crown, twisted and then sliding down to grind against Cole’s dark bush.

  Cole moaned, pumping his hips into the tight grip. He laid his hands on Dalton’s shoulders. Dalton started to kneel to watch Cole in intimate detail, but realized he was using him to stand. Cole shook from the waves of pleasure washing over him. Dalton was struck by the look of ecstasy flowing over Cole’s handsome face.

  Dalton slid his hand to the end of Cole’s dick, then twisted across his glans. The change forced a low groan from Cole and a hot stripe flew across Dalton’s abdomen. Cole jerked as a second volley followed the first. After a few moments Cole was dazed, and Dalton was covered with cum. Dalton kept up the slow strokes until Cole shuddered and pulled away.

  “Stop, stop. Oh god, it’s sensitive.”

  Dalton grinned. “Yeah, I know that feeling really well.”

  Suddenly both of them were at a loss for words. Each started to say something, then stopped when nothing seemed appropriate. Finally Cole said, “Let’s get cleaned up. We still have dinner to cook.”

  “Yeah.”

  They grabbed washcloths and soaped them. Giddy from their exploration, Dalton soaped over Cole’s back and then down his ass. Cole grinned and soon both of them were soaping the other.

  They rinsed and climbed out of the shower. The moment of intimacy continued as they toweled each other dry. Dalton loved the feeling of Cole’s hard muscles under his hand as they dried each other. He squatted to dry the last droplets of water from Cole’s hairy legs and found himself inches from Cole’s flaccid cock. Unable to resist, he leaned in and gave it one small kiss.

  Cole lifted him and leaned down to press their lips together. Some of the reserve between them had returned, as if the water had shielded them from the consequences of their actions. They wrapped their midsection with towels and left through opposite doors to their bedrooms.

  Dalton sat on his bed, his emotions in turmoil. His mind was a swirl of delight, guilt and confusion. Am I gay? No, that didn’t seem right. But I’m sure not straight. Was the sex a one-time thing? No, his attraction for Cole wasn’t a passing curiosity. But. Oh, fuck. I’m so screwed.

  He glanced up when a soft knock sounded. He hadn’t bothered to close the door. At this point, privacy seemed a little irrelevant. Cole stood at the door in a pair of shorts with a look of concern etched on his face.

  “Hey. Can I come in?”

  “Sure.”

  Cole walked over to the chair opposite Dalton and sat down. He ran his fingers through his ebony hair while his gaze stayed glued to the floor. He sat long enough for Dalton to begin worrying.

  Cole lifted his eyes. “You okay? I wasn’t tryin’ to jump you or anything. If you want this to be a one-time thing,
I promise I’ll try and keep it quiet. I’d hate to lose a good friend ‘cause I did somethin’ stupid.”

  Dalton met his gaze, touched that Cole considered him a friend, but thought about the rest of what Cole had said. He knew his first question, because if Cole had lied to him, the rest didn’t matter.

  “What you said about Tara, was that true?”

  Cole’s eyebrows shot up and he pursed his lips. “Yeah. I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

  “So she…”

  Cole grinned. “She thinks makin’ it with two guys would be hot.”

  “And you’re…”

  Cole smile broadened. “You’re goin’ have to give me a little more to go on than that.”

  “You know. Like. What are you?”

  Cole drew his mouth into a scowl and crossed his arms. “I’m not a perv trolling for straight guys if that’s what you’re asking.”

  “No, no. I meant…” Dalton filled his chest with a deep breath and then said the next words in a gust. “Are you gay, or what? Cause I’ve heard you and Tara having sex before.” Dalton’s face burned as he realized what he just admitted.

  Cole grinned, but ignored the slip. “I’m bi, pretty much fifty/fifty bi.”

  Dalton was genuinely confused. “What do you mean fifty/fifty?”

  “I’m not an expert or anything. But bi doesn’t mean you think everyone’s hot. Some bi people lean toward the same sex, others toward the opposite sex. It get’s kind of confusin’.”

  “Is Tara bi, too?”

  “Nope, she just thinks two guys making out is hot.” Cole smiled. “She and I watch guy-on-guy sometimes before the deed. She’s a wildcat those nights.”

  Dalton smiled but his face heated again. “So, does she really…”

  Cole grinned. “Think you’re hot?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh yeah. She thinks you’re cute as hell.”

  “And you guys want to include me?”