I [M] “came out” as straight to my friends [FF] Pt 6 FINALE

Once upon a time, Clara and Phoebe were both naked, on my bed, and sucking my cock. How on earth did this happen? Let’s back up a bit.

If you’ve been following along with these stories, you’ll know everyone. Phoebe was the Girl Who Almost Got Away (until she very much didn’t). Then there was Clara, another friend who jumped on the opportunity to fuck me as often as she could. (I have links to the previous stories at the bottom of this post)

I was regularly hooking up with both of them. It was funny to compare their booty-call styles: Phoebe was very coy and would make up excuses for me to come over. Clara was the opposite: she’d text me and demand my dick at a moment’s notice. I didn’t keep it a secret from either of them, but it was definitely a don’t ask, don’t tell sort of situation.

*Or at least, so I thought.*

In retrospect I should have known better. Clara only started hooking up with me because Phoebe had told her about my dick. I should have assumed that they’d have gushed to each other, swapping stories and the like about me.

But at this point, I was still oblivious.

It all came to a head one trivia night. Our team – the Jeff Goldblum Trivia Club – was doing terribly, as per usual. At one point Clara got up to get a beer and Phoebe leaned over towards me. “I’m a little stuck with my culminating project,” she whispered. “D’you think you could pop over after this and help me out?”

“Absolutely,” I replied. “I’d hate for you to get stuck.” Phoebe giggled in reply.

*Chelsea – who’d I’d also fucked – rolled her eyes at this. We’d decided not to hook up again: she only wanted to fuck when she was super high, and I couldn’t handle what she was smoking. It just wasn’t meant to be.*

I was already excited to go home with Phoebe and stretch her out some more when Clara dragged me down to the bar to help with the next round. “I need your fucking cock,” she said as soon as we were out of earshot of our table. “Tonight. Don’t fuck around with me, B. Mama needs her sugar.”

“Uh, yeah sure, I can do that for you,” I replied. Clara smacked my ass in thanks. And then I’d realized what I’d drunkenly done. *I’d double-booked my dick.*

This had sort of happened before, of course, with Phoebe and Clara wanting me to come over on the same night. When that had happened, I’d just gone with whoever had messaged me first and made excuses to the other. I’d never accidentally agreed to see both of them on the same night.

*I was fucked.*

*And probably not in the fun way.*

I spent the rest of the night apprehensive, anxious, trying to figure my way out of my predicament. The game was over and our other friends slowly started trickling out of the pub. I kept making excuses to stick around – let’s have another beer, let’s get breadsticks – and eventually it was just Phoebe and Clara and I left at the table.

I gulped. I’d decided a while ago to just own up to my mistake and see what happened. “So, guys, here’s the thing,” I started, sweating slightly. “I’ve, uh, I’ve been hooking up with both of you.”

“Yeah, we know,” Phoebe replied. “That’s not news.”

“Honestly, we’re fine with it,” Clara added. “As long as you don’t, like, ignore one of us.”

“Well, ok, so, about that…” I was stammering. And I was pretty drunk, too, so I was probably just a huge mess of a man.

“Oh my god,” Phoebe said.

“You double booked us?” Clara said.

I nodded, mutely, looking down at the table and therefore missing the glances the two girls were throwing each other. When I looked up, both of them were grinning at me.

“You two fucking planned this.”

“Of course we did,” Phoebe replied. “We wanna know who you want to fuck more.”

“We won’t be offended,” Clara added. “We just want to know.”

Maybe it was the beer. Maybe it was the atmosphere. I don’t know what it was, but I’m glad it inspired me in that moment. I stared at the two of them. “But I don’t want to choose.”

“You have to, that’s sort of how this works.”

“I mean, I think there’s a solution here,” I said.

“And what’s that?”

I looked at them. They might kill me for this, I thought. And then I said it: “We could all go home together.”

Time stopped. And then both Phoebe and Clara started grinning.

“We kinda hoped you were going to suggest that,” Clara laughed.

*Holy shit.*

“You’re not mad?”

“B, Clara and I have made out like, a dozen times,” Phoebe said. “No, we’re not mad.”

*Holy shit.*

“So, this is happening?”

“As long as you play it cool! Damn dude, chill!”

*Holy. Shit.*

We left the pub and made our way back to my place.

—

So, that’s about where we started. They both sat on my bed, staring at me expectantly. Who would I start with? Would either get mad if I focused more on the other one? The solution was right in front of me.

“I think you should start kissing,” I suggested.

Phoebe and Clara practically leaped at each other. They started tearing off their clothes in a maelstrom of make-outs. Phoebe went straight for Clara’s neck. Clara’s hands went straight to Phoebe’s hair. A shirt came off, and then another – and I was just watching it happen.

*I was also taking notes. I’m secure enough to admit that Phoebe never made those noises with me.*

I figured that if I didn’t get in the action now, I was going to miss out entirely. Thankfully the sight of my two regular slampieces ripping each other’s clothes off had overcome the whiskey dick and I was as hard as I have ever been. I took my cock out of my pants and took a few steps closer.

Clara spotted me moving over. “What do you want us to do with that?” she asked, Phoebe attacking one of her nipples with her tongue.

“I want you to suck it,” I replied. “Together.”

Clara pulled me closer and Phoebe got in position. Clara helped guide my cock into Phoebe’s mouth, holding back her hair as well as Phoebe started to work on me, looking up at me with watery eyes.

“You look so fucking hot,” Clara told her. “You’re so good at sucking his dick.”

A minute later Phoebe released me with a gasp and Clara dove in. Where Phoebe moved slowly, Clara attacked me. Sloppy streams of spit spilled from her lips as she lavished all sorts of attention on it. She moaned with me in her mouth. Phoebe moved behind her and, reaching around, played with her tits.

*It was an incredible view.*

Clara pulled away from me. “When are you going to fuck us?” she asked. “Not yet,” I replied, grabbing the backs of both of their heads. I guided them both to my cock, situating them on either side of me. “I’ve dreamt of this happening,” I told them. Clara grinned up at me and then they both went to town.

There’s no real better way to describe it: they were kissing each other with my cock in the middle.

*It’s an image that’s etched into my mind forever.*

“Who wants me to fuck them first?” I moaned out. I was having too much fun with both of them slobbering on my dick, and obviously I wanted the fun to keep going.

“ME!” Clara replied, practically yelling, raising her hand like she wanted to be picked for a game at recess. “I want you to fuck me, please!”

I bent her over and slid into her. Fuck, she was so wet and tight… I hadn’t fucked Clara for a while – Phoebe was keeping me busy – and I could tell that she missed me as much as I missed her. She immediately folded herself down, sticking her ass further up in the air and groaning. I thrust into her, giving her a little spank for good measure.

Phoebe moved down and started kissing Clara. I had no idea what I was supposed to look at, but nothing was the wrong choice.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Clara cried out. I let her, slowing down as she convulsed off of my dick, wrapped up in waves of pleasure.

But I wasn’t even close to being finished. I nodded my head at Phoebe and she crawled over, grinning. “On your back,” I commanded and she dutifully laid down next to her friend, spreading her legs and holding them up with her hands.

I plunged into her and Phoebe screamed. I knew that these were good screams, though. “FUCK, B!” Phoebe cried. “Jesus fuck, you’re so fucking BIG!”

As I slammed into her, her tits rocked back and forth, creating an undulating, mesmerizing motion. With all of that encouragement, and the view, it didn’t take me long at all.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” I grunted. “Who wants it?”

“Me!” Clara gasped. “I want it!”

“Give me your fucking cum, baby,” Phoebe replied beneath me. “I want it all!”

*Decisions, decisions.*

I pulled out of Phoebe and she moved to kneel in front of me. Clara got there first, and the first rope of my cum went across her face and down her chest. I repositioned, and some went Phoebe’s way as well. Her mouth opened for it and her tongue stuck out to catch as much as she could.

*Funny, just weeks before this put me in Phoebe’s doghouse.*

I stood there and admired my handiwork, chest heaving. In front of me were Clara and Phoebe – two best friends – who were at that moment wiping my cum off of their faces. “I think you got a little in my eye,” Clara said. I shrugged in reply.

—

Surprisingly, that was the only time we ever had a threesome. I think both of them preferred to have all of my attention rather than split it. Or, we just never got drunk enough again to get them excited about kissing each other.

A month later, we all graduated. Phoebe moved across the country. Clara started dating a cool dude with a motorcycle. I moved on as well. But damn, was that a fun last two months of school.

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[Part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/usk8zg/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_fff_pt_1/)

[Part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/utaoo1/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_fff_pt_2/)

[Part three](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uwansx/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_fff_pt_3/)

[Part four](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uxkisn/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_fff_pt_4/)

[Part five](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v1tcvg/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_f_pt_5/)

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