Chapter 1

I always end up in these competitive triangles. I see a girl I like and rather than just asking her out I insinuate myself into her life. But then there’s some other guy doing the same thing.

Betsy was this girl in my cooking class. She was a loner and dark. Not her skin, that was snow white. Her personality. She wore a lot of black and purple and she wore it well. Her personality was a mystery.

I arranged to be her station mate. But so did Brad. He was awkward and always found a way to say the wrong thing. But he was good looking while I am not. That made us equal.

He didn’t seem to have a filter. He made random inappropriate comments. Mentioned indecent body parts or functions. And created visual images that were best left unspoken. Strangely, Betsy received his crudeness alternately warmly and coldly. Sometimes she laughed and actually liked what he said and other times it fell flat. I saw no rhyme nor reason for her unpredictable reactions.

So this one assignment we had was to re-imagine cheesy bread. I made a bunch of dough balls each with a different kind of cheese and baked it into one loaf. Betsy made a very creative loaf with macaroni and cheese inside. And Brad made a traditional cheesy bread except he used an artisanal cheese that in all honesty tasted horrific and smelled just as bad.

I tasted Betsy’s and it was good. They tasted mine and while Betsy was polite, Brad said the various bites were incoherent and didn’t meld. I disliked him more all the time. In response I was honest and venturing into his crude territory I told him that his bread smelled like ass.

He turned on me, “You would know, brown-noser.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t suck up to the instructor at all.”

He faced Betsy, “No, but he wants to rub his nose all over your little brown bung hole.”

She might have slapped him, or told him to fuck off. Instead she calmly said, “Now that’s very interesting.” Her ass was tight and small and I would really do it if only to be close to her. I’m sure it would smell like roses. She continued, “Though it seems unrealistic. Just how could that happen?”

I was still focused on showing up Brad while he was fixated on using nasty language. We spoke simultaneously:

Brad said, “Just bend over and tell him to sniff it.”

I said, “Whoever gets the best grade on their bread wins.”

The cute Betsy heard us both, “So the winner bends over for the loser. That’s even more interesting. I’m in!” Had she considered all that she was getting into?

Instantly, I imaged Betsy bent over with her pants down while I gazed at her beautiful sex parts. We were at my place and it lead to sex then dating then marriage.

When Brad declared that he was “in” too, I had to consider the unlikely possibility that he might win with his foul smelling bread.

There were six mathematical outcomes. The three worst were the two where he was with her, or the one with me smelling him. The two best were me smelling Betsy’s bung or Brad being forced to smell my nasty asshole. Giving the various scenarios weighted scores I had to accept, “I’m in too.” I decided if she lost and I won I could let her off the hook. But the most influential factor of all was that I was thoroughly enamored with the thought of Betsy’s bung. This was the singular thing that set me on a path.

The teacher put scores on the overhead. Of the three of us, Brad won with the teacher’s comment being that his bread was a distinctive bread with a strong yet pungent and earthy aroma. I thought she might as well have been describing an asshole. She said mine was inconsistent and confusing while Betsy was in middle place with a bread that was more suited to a college dorm than a restaurant.

So there was a less than twenty percent chance for the outcome that I was now actually going to suffer at Brad’s humiliating treatment of me. Of all the body parts a man has the butt hole has got to be the worst. Even feet or testicles would be better.

Class was over and he gave an ancillary hand gesture, “Come on, Billy.” In a daze I followed him out to his car. He held the door for me and only then, sitting in the back seat, did I notice that Betsy was sitting in the front seat with him. Why was she involved in something so vulgar?

A normal person would have been reluctant to expose themself so thoroughly in front of two casual classmates. But there in his apartment Brad shucked his pants and sat on his sofa with his legs pulled up in the air. From off to my side I heard Betsy, “Oh, that’s not so bad. Maybe you’ll like it.”

His cock, his balls, AND his brown ring were right there for both of us to gawk at. It was wrinkled and dark and probably not even washed. Looking at the onerous excretory organ I felt queasy.

I got on the floor about four feet away, afraid to get any closer. I had to just get it over with. One quick inhalation and then I’d be free.

If you can believe it, Brad got an erection displaying his donut to me. “Come on, Billy. It’s waiting for you.”

I crawled a couple feet closer and as the distance decreased my stomach churned more. If I threw up all over his groin and couch but succeeded in my vile task I would count that as a win.

I found I had to place my hands on his thighs as I was becoming lightheaded. Stars swam before my eyes. Brad noticed, “Dude! If you pass out I’m going to rub my shitter on your face. And if you don’t start soon I’m gonna make you rim me. Do it already!”

Betsy interjected, “Brad, what do you get out of this? Billy’s a boy. Do you really want a boy down there…?”

“I get to put him in his place.”

“But you’ve got a nice cock there. Wouldn’t it be better to get a blowjob?”

Fuck! She liked his cock. He had me beat in every way. And worse yet, she was buying into his crude ways. But she was right about one thing. The look of his cock didn’t make me fear passing out. It WAS a good looking dick. Actually sucking a cock, as bad as that was, would be preferable.

“OK,” I blurted out impulsively, “I’ll blow him.”

Betsy stammered, “That’s not what I meant. I…” and then she didn’t finish her thought. I barely heard her words.

But Brad latched onto my offer in a heartbeat, “Yea. Suck my cock, loser.” I slid my hands up his thighs and closer to his balls, as he lowered his heels to the floor. With his dong waving in front of my face, and his ass no longer in view, I didn’t feel the urge to vomit anymore.

I was just about to take the plunge when Betsy stopped me, “Brad, you should make him take his clothing off so he has to do it naked and he gets humiliated when he gets a hard-on.” She certainly wasn’t on my team. So much for marrying her.

Now I had nothing to lose. I didn’t care what either of them thought of me anymore. I just needed to be fast and get out of there. I dropped my clothes on top of Brad’s and got back between his legs.

There was no sense in prolonging things, so on my hands and knees with my unhappy dick dangling below me I got to work. I sucked his engorged cockhead into my mouth and began bobbing instantly. It wasn’t so bad. Definitely better than the original plan.

Brad moaned instantly, resting his hands lightly on my head. Behind me Betsy whispered half to herself, “That’s perfect.” while I found a rhythm taking his long cock deeper all the time.

At this point I still wanted it to be quick so I sucked hard and jammed my mouth down fast on Brad’s strong fuckstick.

I was totally focused on bringing him off when Betsy shocked me. I felt both her hands on my buns spreading them apart. I tried to look but Brad wouldn’t let me stop slurping on his pole. A moment later her warm slick tongue slathered my starfish, swirling and snaking this way and that. I couldn’t believe what was happening until she let out a long soulful groan of ecstacy.

She stopped circling my ring long enough to exclaim, “Yessss, it’s perfect. I hoped you had a nice bung.” A second later her hand tugged and massaged my sack, pulling on it gently. I hummed a thank you to her though I’m pretty sure Brad thought it was for him.

Pulling my head tenderly up and down he waxed romantically, “I knew I wanted you to be my boyfriend from the first day. But you only had eyes for that strange girl.” He didn’t care that she was listening. “I don’t know what you see in her. She dresses weird and she laughs at all the wrong jokes.”

She didn’t stop pleasuring my ass or balls, but she did bring her other hand to bear on my stiff throbbing penis. I never knew my spot back there could feel so good so I hummed louder.

Brad fussed, “But if this is all I can have of you I’ll take it. Just come over once in a while for us to make love and I’ll make you as happy as you’ll let me.

Betsy jerked me furiously, “How sweet, Brad.” Her words reeked of sarcasm. “But Billy, I’m no hopeless romantic, just know that as long as you keep sucking that fantastic cock of his I want to keep owning your bung like this. I cant get enough of licking guy’s sweaty arseholes and musky cocks.”

Suddenly Brad pulled my head down forcefully, rocketing cum deep into my resisting throat. Knowing what was happening threw me over the cliff. I humped at Betsy’s hand filling her palm with my pent up goo.

When I pivoted to see what she was doing I witnessed her holding her palm up to her lips, licking all my sticky cum off her hand fervently.

In between lewd slurps she explained, “I knew I wanted one of you. I just didn’t know that Brad was gay and Billy was Bi.”

She finished cleaning off her hand, “Yum. Next time will you sit where Brad is so I can lick under your nasty nuts and blow you too while he pumps your mouth?”

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