Two Friends, One Night, and a Whole Lot of Confusion: A Gay, Bi, and Straight Love Triangle

As always, thanks for the feedback, guys. I did notice that you all noticed the horrible errors I made in the last chapter and that's because of my terrible editing and the fact that I'd written the chapter over the course of a few weeks and had forgotten the name I was using for 'Mitch', who is actually 'Mike'.

And 'Quin' is actually 'Dave' -- I didn't forget that name, obviously, but I've got this weird quirk of writing each chapter with different names, just experimenting with the flow of names so that I can use them for some other writing I do (unfortunately that isn't erotica). Then I just replace the names with the names I've been using for the series.

Anyway, I'm sorry for that mistake and hopefully it won't happen again.

You probably have noticed from the scroll bar to the right that this is a gigantic chapter. It is hugely just plot though, so sorry about that :( There are two sex scenes so I suggest you type ctrl+F and search phrases like 'cock' or 'penis' or 'sucking' if you just want to read those XD

Enjoy!

The problem with drugs and alcohol is that if you've had sex while under their influence, you might not remember it. This leads to a great deal of confusion the morning after.

When Mike arrived, we'd managed to put our clothes on before he could see us. In our little discussion before having sex, I remembered that Dave didn't exactly want to tell anyone about his bisexuality. He wasn't ready. I didn't know that douk and booze would put the secrecy of his sexuality under such risk.

When we went downstairs, we found Mike making himself comfortable on the sofa, already smoking through the pipe-thingy whose proper name/terminology I have not discovered at all. When he saw us, he pulled us both into a hug and we stood there awkwardly for a minute because he wasn't letting us go.

"You're already a bit... high, aren't you?" I asked as he released us. He was wearing his usual black wifebeaters and white shorts under them. Mike was fit. As in, if he was gay, I would fuck him in public fit. His physique was more like mine – toned rather than simply huge like Dave. His pecs were well defined and his nipples (aka the best part of his body) were big, pink and round. He had blonde hair, blue eyes and a cute cleft in the chin that somehow made his strong jawline fitter.

He was also a bit of a druggie, smoking douk just about everyday. "Yeah," he confirmed, "Not that much, though. Good thing you left your door open, Dave. You two took forever to get down."

Dave smiled. "Nah, we two were just having a little quickie, you know. We'd just finished when we heard your voice. Put our clothes on and came downstairs."

Mike laughed. "Well, hopefully you'll be in the mood to do it again soon. Didn't just come here to get pissed."

Obviously, I was a bit surprised by this. Did Mike know that we were actually in a relationship? Hadn't Dave just said he hadn't come out to him? Then I realised they were just joking, as they usually did.

Not wanting to delay anything, I sat down and downed some shots of Tequila. We got tipsy pretty soon and put on loud music and disco lights to emulate a party. But really we were just playing FIFA while intoxicated. In the middle of the rabble, Mike asked me, "You don't smoke, do you?"

Dave replied, "Nope, he doesn't."

"I want to, though, just to see what douk is like," I said. Mike put an arm around me and put the pipe-thingy into my mouth and I gently sucked, coughing hard afterwards. Dave and Mike laughed but I soon got used to it and felt a faint buzz in my head. I guessed the alcohol was sort of dampening the whole thing.

It was amazing how quickly we were getting drunk. We were not definitely on the point of being absolutely pissed yet, but we were definitely on the way. I felt my inhibitions stripping away – Dave and Mike started looking much better than they actually were. I put a foot on Mike's crotch. Mike just looked down and it and smiled. I was disappointed not to get a response from his cock, however. I guess he wasn't that drunk.

It wasn't long before Dave took his shirt off. I mirrored him and advised Mike to pull his wifebeater off as well, even though he'd look hot both ways. Mike took it off and I remember a voice in my head telling me to wait until he had had a couple more shots before launching into the attack. I was feeling very, very horny.

I remember kissing Dave... but somehow that turned into Mike. I definitely remember sucking Mike's nipples, though. Mike was just laughing at the whole thing. My memory sort of blanked out from there.

And the next thing I remember is waking up with a horrible headache, feeling cold and saying, "Close the curtains, someone!" It was getting light in the east. I also realised that I only had my boxer-briefs on. However, I discovered that I was pressing my cock against some someone's hip, so that didn't bother me much. I lazily felt the guy's abs and pushed my hands under his own briefs, feeling his limp cock, thinking it was David. But then I remembered Dave's abs weren't so pronounced and his cock was bigger.

I opened my eyes and saw that Dave's face was a foot away from mine. We were both resting on the same pillow... which was fleshy and warm and peach-coloured. The pillow was Mike's test. When I realised this fact, the first thing my dim painridden mind could think of doing was kissing him. You don't get to dry hump and kiss straight guys everyday.

So I moved up slightly and found out that his mouth was conveniently open. He was snoring loudly. I could feel my cock steadily getting harder as it came to the comprehension that there were two other naked cocks in its direct vicinity. I pushed my tongue into Mike's mouth, but there was no response at all. Giving up, I just kept my head down and slept again.

It felt like I'd been woken up a second later when in actual fact I'd had another half hour of sleep. When I woke up this time, I realised Mike wasn't there anymore. I was instead entwined in Dave's arms and we were both sort of... in a heap. He was staring at me and I could smell how bad his breath was. "You know what?" he said.

"What?"

"We're outside."

That explained the cold air, the wet grass and the general unpleasantness of the situation. "How the fuck could I sleep here?!" I whispered, agitated, as my dull mind tried to process the information.

"I don't know," Dave replied, looking around. We were in his backyard. The problem with this was that his backyard connected to the backyards of other houses... which meant we were out in open sight. "Do you think anyone saw us?"

I shook my head, trying to calm myself down before I jumped to conclusions. I tried to take comfort from the warmth of his naked skin, but it wasn't warm enough.

"Where's Mike?" Dave asked, grunting in what seemed to be pain. "Shit!" He pulled a dildo out of his ass. "I'm feeling horrible and horny at the same time."

"Well, let's go inside first of all, before anyone sees us." With a groan, I pushed myself up and grasped David's hand, pulling him up beside me. Thankfully, the sliding door that led to the backyard was not locked. I sighed in relief as we entered – the air was blissfully warm inside. The TV was on, there was some alcohol spilled on the table and Mike was sitting on the couch. He had boxer-briefs on his head like a hat, with two gaping holes that revealed his blonde hair. He also had a brief where you were supposed to wear them... except it wasn't his. It was mine.

As we came into his vision, he nodded. I noticed he was having some tea. There was a penis drawn on his abs by a marker. Hopefully, it wasn't permanent.

"When did you wake up?" Dave dared to ask. The situation was, admittedly, grim.

"Twenty minutes ago."

"Why didn't you wake us both up?"

"You two looked so happy together, didn't want to end it." There was a certain amount of sarcasm in his tone. "You've got a condom on, if you didn't notice."

Dave looked down. It was a used condom, with dry white spots all over it. I sincerely hoped that was his cum. This entire incident was looking surreal. In the sober universe, we would never dare be naked in front of Mike, but now it was like we were a nudist household.

"And you," Mike said, turning to me, "Have my underwear on."

"Well... it looks nice," I said, lamely trying to put humour in the situation. It probably looked very humorous to an outsider but, for us, it seemed like the atmosphere was a bit suffocating. What had we done? What did Mike know? Who could have seen us as we slept there, naked in the grass?

"Have you looked inside it?"

I shook my head solemnly.

"It's got stains on it."

"How do you know?" I asked.

Mike sighed, sipping some more of the tea. "When I woke up, one of the many things I thought and felt was that there is something sticky on my dick. I looked down to see that we had somehow exchanged briefs and I inspected the one I was wearing... which is yours. It's got stains on it. Then I checked yours. It's got stains on it as well. I tried not to think about the possibility that the white stains could be your cum but as I made tea, I realised that even if it was your cum, there was nothing I could do about it."

I groaned, sitting down on a stool next to the centre table, putting my head in my hands. Dave walked over to Mike and put a hand on his shoulder, using his other hand to take his own boxer-briefs off of Mike's head. Mike grunted, "I didn't know those were there."

"They're stained as well," Dave said in a resigned voice, putting them on.

"Great."

Dave sat down beside him and beckoned me to sit next to Mike as well. When I did, Dave asked, "Are your headaches as horrible as mine?"

We both nodded. Mike handed me the teacup and I sipped some, trying to make the hot liquid banish my pain. It didn't, but I felt slightly better. "Mike," I said slowly, "What did you feel like?"

"When?"

"When you woke up?"

"Like shit. My brain feels like it's being squeezed from the insides."

"Yeah, but, like, I didn't mean that." I took another sip and a deep breath, handing the cup to Dave. He drank the last dregs of the drink. "What did you feel like, waking up next to a guy wearing only underwear and a guy wearing nothing but a condom."

Mike snorted. "First I was like I need to get away from this shit. But then I felt the way you two were clinging on to me and I felt... loved."

"Aww," Dave said, daring to rest his head on Mike's shoulder. I put an arm around him, still trying to see the way he would react.

"I don't really remember what happened last night," Mike confessed. He hadn't flinched at all when we displayed our affection for him. "But something tells me it was really gay. I am glad that my asshole doesn't hurt, though. At least I wasn't ass-raped."

"Why are you so cool about this?" Dave said suddenly.

"Because I'll have to accept it. And no one knows about what happened, so it never happened—"

"What do you know about us Mike?" I interrupted, regretting it the next instant.

Mike stopped, took a deep breath and looked at me. His features made a light grimace. I couldn't tell if it was from the hangover or... "I know everything."

Dave's face hardened. "Like?"

"I had a hunch," the blonde confessed, "When you two came down 5 minutes after I'd entered, I thought you were just being lazy. But then I saw this on your neck." Mike softly brushed against a point on my neck, which was much more sensitive than it ought to be. "A hickey," he explained, "It was a fresh bruise and I knew that no one else was up there. I also knew that Dave has a tendency to act gay sometimes. I wanted to confirm it, so I pretended I was getting pissed with you both. After some time, when you both were drunk enough, I asked you and you told me everything."

"And...?" Dave asked. The silence that followed bore the weight of the Earth.

"And... nothing really. I didn't want to leave, so I just decided to get drunk with you both. Don't remember much from after that..."

Dave sat up straight and looked at the TV. I followed his gaze and looked at our reflections in the black screen. The light of the early sun put a shine on our faces. "So..." Dave said slowly, "You're okay with me being bi?"

"Dave, I'm your best mate. I don't care if you're bi or gay or whatever."

Dave instantly hugged him, pressing his lips against his cheek. Mike thumped his shoulder bashfully. I didn't know what to do.

"But I don't want something like last night to happen again," Mike said gravely.

"Of course," Dave replied.

"You must be really secure," I observed. Mike turned to me, giving an inquiring gaze. Sunlight shone in his hair and I felt much more attracted to him than I'd ever felt before. Fortunately, I had a horrible headache to keep me in check. "I mean, you're wearing my underwear. Which is covered in semen stains. You're sitting beside me and Dave, almost naked. I'm gay, Dave's bi and you're straight. Most straight guys would be freaking out in this situation."

"Well," Mike sighed, "When your friends with someone like Dave, you really don't seem to care about any of that stuff. You both do know that we have school today, right?"

"I was waiting for someone to say that." Dave said glumly. "Why don't we just ditch school today? We don't have to go."

"I think Ali and my parents will wonder where we are when we don't show up at

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