A Third Wheel

This is a commission from a person on the Legendary Tier. 

All characters are 18+

Trigger: This is a bisexual story which involves a woman. 

It was a small place, populated with just over three thousand people. The majority of those people were of pension age, which left little to lust after in the rest. I’d grown up there, surrounded only by my father and little sister, and trees. So many trees.

Rørvik sat just off the coast of Norway. It was easy to feel that as the world progressed, our little town remained forgotten on an island, and as I moved from childhood to adulthood, that reality became more and more bitter.

Like everyone, I had needs. Living in a small two bedroom house with thin walls and no locks meant that even finding the time to enjoy myself was difficult. School provided a slight relief, considering that I was able to spend my days drooling over the most attractive young woman I’d ever known.

Mali was a blonde beauty. She was slim and petit, just like I preferred. She was flirtatious, without even trying, and I was sure that some day, even if it took years, Mali would realise how very much in love with her I really was.

Unfortunately for me, Mali was already taken. Patrik was one of the popular guys. He was my age, eighteen years old, but he seemed endlessly better than me at everything. He was confident, cocky, charismatic and, much to my frustration, very handsome.

Like Mali, Patrik had a crown of golden white hair. His skin was smooth and bronzed, which gave a starkness to him that every young lady in the village enjoyed. Most of them had tried their luck with Patrik, but he could pick from whoever he wanted, and he had picked Mali.

Mali and I had been friends since childhood. I suppose that was part of the problem. As we grew up, our friendship blossomed, but I began to fall for her. Evidently, she didn’t feel the same, and now it was too late. I hated that I had let her go, and I hated it even more that I had to witness it every single day.

I don’t think Patrik liked me very much, but Mali insisted that they made time for me. I was invited out with them regularly, and as much as I enjoyed spending time with her, I spent most of my time secretly envying him.

“Come on” Mali smiled, holding her soft hand out as they stood outside my door, “you can’t stay at home all day”.

“I can” I said, keeping my eyes on her, and ignoring Patrik who looked impatient. “Anyway, I have to look after my sister, my dad’s gone out”.

“Who’s at the door, Andreas?” Dad called, and I sighed as Patrik sniggered and Mali dropped her shoulders.

“Come on, Andreas!” She said, grabbing my wrist, “you’ll have fun!”.

I rolled my eyes. I would have much preferred if Patrik hadn’t been there, then I would have gone to the end of the earth with her. Regrettably, the stupidly handsome boy slipped in between Mali and I, and took her hand from mine.

“The weathers quite nice, huh?” Mali said, as they walked ahead of me, and I slouched behind.

“You’re talking about the weather?” Patrik scoffed, “are you eighty years old?”

“Stop it” she said, slapping his arm and looking back at me, “what’s wrong, Andreas? You used to love coming to the pier”.

I wanted to tell her that I used to love coming to the pier with her, but I didn’t. I shrugged my shoulders, faked a yawn and said “I’m just tired”.

“Well wake up, kjerring” Patrik spat, which was similar to calling me an ugly old woman. Mali slapped him again and looked at me apologetically as I clenched my fists.

The journey to the pier was quite short. We’d been coming here since we were children, and it was quite beautiful. Nobody knew about the place except Mali and I, so when she introduced Patrik to it, I felt almost offended.

It was a hidden gem. It was our hidden gem, but a gem nonetheless. It was covered at the back with trees, and the water there was as clear as glass. When we emerged from the forest, the midday sun was already shimmering across the lake.

“We should swim” Mali said, as soon as we reached the water’s edge.

“I didn’t bring trunks” I said, and Patrik scoffed again.

“Are you afraid?” He asked, peeling his t-shirt up to reveal an annoyingly impressive body. “Because you have a little kuk?”

I glared at him as Mali stomped her foot. “Can you two just get along for once?” She snapped, and I opened my mouth to argue, but she held up her hand and said “Stop! I’m not spending the day with you two bickering like women, now shake hands”.

“I’m not shaking his hand” Patrik spat, kicking off his shoes and opening the button on his denim shorts.

“Fine” Mali shrugged, “then no more sex”.

Both of us gawped at her. The idea that she was having sex with him made me bitterly furious. I had my suspicions of course, but hearing it from her mouth was the final nail in the coffin.

Almost instantly, Patrik’s hand reached out and hung in the air.

“No” I said stubbornly, as his shorts fell to his ankles, and my eyes glanced fleetingly at his briefs. “I don’t want to”.

“Andreas, stop being a baby!” Mali groaned, “I love you both, and it breaks my heart that you can’t just get along”.

“It’s him!” I said, exasperated, because how could she not see that?

“UGH!” Mali barked, “you’re both impossible!”

The two of us watched as Mali ripped her t-shirt over her head, slid out of her own shorts and marched toward the water. “And don’t follow me!”

“Nice work, dipshit” Patrik mumbled, nudging me in the arm.

“Me? Nice work you!”

She swam off, leaving the two of us alone, and almost instantly, it became awkward. Awkward for me, anyway.

“I know you like her” he said, as we watched her, “admit it”.

“Shut up”.

“Admit it, fitte”

At the word, which meant loosely the same thing as cunt, I shoved him, and he shoved me back.

“Fuck you!” I hissed, and pushed him again, then he pushed me once more.

Back and forth we went until Patrik rammed me so hard I fell, but I yanked his wrist and he fell right on top. We crashed to the ground and froze.

His nose touched mine, his half naked body pressed down on mine, and for the briefest of moments, we did nothing but look into each other’s eyes, until Patrik scrambled off me and sat on a rock.

“Gay” he said, under his breath, but I still heard it and rolled my eyes.

We remained there in silence until Mali finally returned and walked back over to us. “Have you made friends yet?” She asked, and neither of us answered.

“Fine” she said, and with one motion, she pulled open the back of her bathing suit and revealed a pair of pert tits. My eyes widened, Patrik’s narrowed.

“Are you fucking crazy?!” He yelped, getting to his feet, “you’re showing him your tits!”

“If you two are going to keep fighting over me” She said, with a half smirk on her face, “then I’m going to put an end to it”.

She barged toward Patrick and without a single second of hesitation, she crouched down, grabbed his white briefs and yanked them to his ankles. He grabbed his junk, his face burned red and he gawped from her to me, then back to her.

“You!” She said sternly, pointing at me, “get over here”.

I felt like I was being commanded by a drill sergeant. I reluctantly got to my feet, my eyes catching the rounded globes of Patrik’s ass, and walked over.

“Strip” she said, nonchalantly, and my eyes widened. “STRIP!”

Nervously, I did as she said. I had no idea what was happening, and I wasn’t sure if I was enjoying it, but I obeyed until I was just as naked as Patrik.

“Look at each other” she said, sliding the bottom half of her bathing suit off, “and move your hands for Christ’s sake, you’re both boys!”

We shuffled around until we were facing, and both of us looked as humiliated as each other. Patrik opened his mouth to protest, but Mali ignored him and dragged his wrist away.

His cock was larger than mine. He had no pubic hair, which was odd to me, and his balls were long and heavy looking. I wasn’t entirely sure if I wanted to look at him, but I did, and he looked at me.

“I bet you’re glad you picked me” he grinned, looking at Mali who scowled and grabbed a handful of his junk.

“Ha!” I teased, and felt her hand around my nuts now, too. I gasped, he wheezed and the two of us shuffled on our feet as she held us in place.

“Kiss and make up” she said, a devious grin on her pretty face.

“Mali, you’re fucking crazy” I groaned, as the pain burned in my guts.

“Maybe” she shrugged, “but I’m tired of you two bickering, now kiss!”

“No fucking way!” Patrik gasped, his face scrunched up in pain. “I ain’t no homo”.

“If you love me” she said, and then looked at me to say the same, “then you’ll do what I ask”.

I grimaced. Patrik did, too, but she quite literally had us by the balls, so after a series of deep breaths, the two of us reluctantly leaned forward.

I’d never kissed a boy before. I’d never wanted to kiss a boy before, but as Patrik’s warm lips pressed against mine, and his tongue slowly pushed into my mouth, I felt a spark of excitement rush through me.

Mali let go of our balls, it only added to the pleasure, and much to my shock, even when she stepped back, the kiss continued.

Finally, after almost a minute of enjoying each other, Patrik pulled away and feigned disgust by wiping his mouth on the back of his arm and spitting onto the rocks.

“You’re hard!” I barked, gawping at the large erection between his legs.

He stared down at it, his eyes wide and his mouth agape, and then he pointed at mine. “You’re hard!”

“Oh, you’re both hard!” Mali scoffed, “see, I knew you two would get along”.

We both froze in place as our cocks throbbed from the kiss. I couldn’t even deny the fact that it was Patrik who had made me hard, and neither could he.

“Let me take care of those for you” she said, and slid her finger between her legs, rubbing herself as we watched in awe.

I glanced at Patrik, expecting him to punch me for even looking at her, but he didn’t seem bothered. He walked toward her, and I watched as she wrapped her hand around his thick cock and took him into a kiss.

I felt a punch of jealousy now, but for the first time ever, it wasn’t Patrik I was jealous of. I stared at him as he thrust his hips into her hand, and felt a surge of pleasure in my pin hard cock.

“Come on” Mali said, beckoning me over to them.

I couldn’t believe my ears. I anxiously approached, my boner swinging between my legs, until she grabbed it and stroked.

“Fa faen” I moaned, translating to fucking hell.

I shivered as she jerked my cock, but my eyes remained on Patrik, and once their kiss broke, he shocked me again.

“I’m not gay” he breathed, but his hand was already sliding across my cheek, pulling me closer to him, “but you’re a good kisser”.

Our lips met again, and I whimpered with pleasure.

This was insane. The person I loved and the person I hated were both naked and playing with me. His tongue plunged back into my mouth. Mali’s hand stroked me faster, and I was already close to cumming.

“Suck it” Mali said, releasing my cock, and after a brief hesitation, Patrik got to his knees, grabbed my pole and took my wet helmet into his mouth.

“I told you that you’d have fun” she smiled, and kissed me.

I wasn’t sure what to focus on. Every inch of my body felt electric, but Patrik’s warm mouth and tongue were driving me closer and closer to orgasm. I moaned into her mouth, she led my hand to her pussy, and I slipped two fingers into her wet opening.

Patrik gagged on me, and I knew that I was spilling pre-cum into his throat. His own cock was still bulging, and he was jerking it as he swallowed.

“I want you both” she moaned, and sat down, spreading her legs apart as Patrik took my cock out of his mouth and jerked me instead.

“For real?” I asked, and felt him squeeze me.

“For real” she nodded, her eyes now closed as she pleasured herself, “I want you both to fuck”.

Patrik sat back, his eyes wide. I gawped, too, and Mali continued to finger her slit.

“You’re not putting that in my ass” I said, pointing to Patrik’s leaking prick, “no fucking way”.

I expected him to have the same reaction, but he didn’t. He crawled toward Mali, pushed his face between her legs and began to eat her pussy. In doing so, he left his perfect ass in the air, the cheeks now spread apart to reveal a small, tight looking pink hole.

“Use spit” he said, his mouth slick with fluid, “and go slow”.

I’d never fucked anyone before, and I certainly never imagined that my first time would be with a man. Despite that, my cock had never been as hard. I nervously dropped down behind him, lining my wet cock head up with his pucker, and dropped a mouthful of spit onto it.

“Are you sure?” I asked, sliding my saliva across his hole with my cock.

“No” he replied, returning to Mali’s cunt, “but I’ll do it”.

It was enough for me. I was incredibly horny, and watching Mali being pleasured wasn’t helping. I pushed my bulging cock against him, listened as he gasped into her pussy, and felt my tip slide through his sphincter.

“Fuck!” I groaned, as pleasure rushed through me. He groaned, too.

I fed all six inches into him, as slowly as I could, but I desperately needed to fuck, and so once I was all inside and his ring began to relax around my shaft, I began.

I pulled half of it out, and quickly pushed back in. Patrik moaned. I did it again, a little faster this time, and a little more, and I moaned.

On and on it went, until he was wet enough that I was fucking him with ease. Our breathing had laboured, Mali was moaning as he slurped on her, and I was holding him by the hips, driving deep into his bowels with each thrust.

I was sweating now. I could feel my balls churn as they slapped off his ass. His hand tugged violently on his own large, leaking cock, and almost in unison, orgasms began to explode inside us.

I pumped blasts of hot, thick sperm into his guts. Each one felt like its own mini orgasm, and I moaned and gasped every time.

Patrik doused the sand below him, pools of cum gushed from him as his asshole clenched and dragged more sperm from my cock.

Mali whimpered and moaned, her own orgasm ripping through her, and just like that, it was over.

We swam together after that, washing away sweat, cum and juices from our young bodies. I expected Patrik to ignore me, but as the three of us stood in a circle, completely naked with only the warm water at our hips, he smiled.

“I got you wrong, Andreas” he said, and closed his hand around my cock, “I think we could all get along very, very well”.