Date: Fri, 19 Feb 1999 00:04:48 EST
From: BearKattz@aol.com
Subject: Gay Beginnings: TRIO 5 of 7 M/M/M


                  TRI, TRIO, TRES  M/M/M
                   		 Part 5 of 7	
            	By Bearkattz@aol.com

WARNINGS:  This story depicts loving, consensual sex adult males
of legal age.  If you are offended by such or if reading such material
is illegal under the local laws, or if you are under the age of 18 or under
the age of consent in your area, please stop reading now.

Comments, critical or complimentary, welcome at
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Ian had watched in fascination as his friend took pleasure from
Kelly's body and continued to pet and suck the aroused tits. Max
recovered quickly and gently withdrew his cock but quickly replaced
it with his lube slick fingers.  He searched and found the nub of flesh
and watched as Kelly began to gasp as wave after wave of intense
pleasure caused lightning flashes behind his closed eyes.  Ian
reclaimed Kelly's hardened cock and began to suck in earnest while
stroking the smooth hairless body and balls.  Kelly felt overwhelmed
with the sensations that his body was feeling, his hips bucking
slightly into the wetness of Ian's mouth and Max continued to finger
fuck the hole that leaked it's juices over his hand.  It wasn't long
before Kelly cried his own warning that he was about to come.  Ian
removed his mouth and replaced it with his fist and continued to
massage the blood swollen erection until it spurted it's cream as
Kelly's whole body contracted in orgasm that left him weak, sated
and incredibly happy.  Kelly beamed a goofy grin at his mates who
quickly covered him in thankful hugs and kisses.  

++++++++++++++++++++++

The after work bar hopping came screeching to a halt.  Both men
hurried home, making lame excuses to their former hunting friends.   

"Hi, honey, we're home!" Max called in a singsong voice as he and
Ian walked into the apartment one night.  Tantalizing smells drifted
out of the kitchen followed by Kelly who had an apron over his
clothes.  

"Smells wonderful, baby!" Ian exclaimed sniffing the air
appreciatively. "What is it?"

"I found this recipe in today's paper and we had all the ingredients,
so I thought I'd give it a try, " Kelly began, wiping his hands on the
apron.  "It's called Fettuccine ala Lambrusca.  Dinner'll be ready in
about 15 minutes, if you guys want to shower first."

An hour and a half later, Ian and Max pushed back their chairs and
undid their buttons on their shorts.  "Kelly, that was absolutely
fantastic!  You've got a real knack for cooking.  Where'd you pick it
up?" Ian questioned while patting his protruding stomach.

"My mom always liked to cook and I loved to watch.  Eventually
she started to let me help.  She always said I could cook better than
she could," Kelly spoke proudly, "One of my best memories is when
she let me cook a whole meal all by myself.  It wasn't real elaborate
or anything, just spaghetti but the sauce was homemade.  I always
thought that someday I would become a chef,"  Kelly's said, his
voice soft.

The two men looked at each other and heard the pain in the words. 
"Well, why not?" Max said.  

Kelly looked dumbfounded at him.

"Yeah, why not?" Ian repeated.  

Kelly turned to him, "What do you mean, why not?"

"Why give up your dream?" 

"I don't want to be a cook," Kelly explained.  "I want to be a chef."

"Yeah, so?" Max shrugged, uncomprehending.

"Sooooo, you have to go school for that kind of thing."

"Do you want to go to school?"  Ian asked quietly.

"Well, sure I would.  But you can't just go to any school.  You've
got to go special cooking schools.  And they don't let just anybody
in, y'know?"

"Well, I think you should check into it, baby.  Don't you think so,
Max?" 

"Of course he should.  You're not going to want to stick around
here all day any more.  This would be an ideal solution.  'Sides if we
can eat like this every day, it would be worth it." Max wagged his
eyebrows and the other two laughed.

"Do you guys really mean it?  I mean, you wouldn't mind me going
back to school?  I thought I'd eventually get a job, y'know?  Help
out with the rent and stuff.  I know there's not a lot of extra money
for things and you've been buying me clothes and feeding me....,"
Kelly's words were cut off by Ian leaning over and placing a finger
on his lips which was quickly replaced with beard roughened kiss.

"Shhh, baby.  No more talk about getting a job.  You've done plenty
around here with cooking and cleaning and taking care of us.  Ok?"
Ian stood up taking his plate to the kitchen.

"Yeah.  What he said," Max chimed in gruffly following Ian quickly
into the kitchen. Kelly's eyes filled with tears.  He stood up and as
Ian walked back in, he threw himself into Ian's arms and wrapped
his legs around his waist in a tight hug.

"Thanks," Kelly croaked.  Max came up behind and drew his arms
around them both.  The hug turned into kissing and was soon
followed by gentle humping against each other.  

"Bedroom," Ian groaned as he headed in that direction with Kelly
still clinging to him.  Max was undressed by the time they reached it
and as Ian sat himself on the bed, the two men began to undress
Kelly.

"Hurry." Kelly whispered.  "I need you both," he managed to get
out between the wet kisses he and Ian were exchanging.  Ian turned
to place Kelly on the bed and stood  quickly to strip.  Kelly lay
spreadeagled, freshly shaved, his chest heaving as he watched the
two handsome men approach him with their cocks bouncing and
stirring as the blood filled them.  "Oh God!"  he cried and he eagerly
turned on his stomach.  

Ian's legs felt strangely weak as he knelt on the bed behind the
upraised ass.  With a gentle touch, he spread the ass cheeks and
began to lick and suck the tender flesh surrounding the wrinkled
hole. Kelly moaned.  Max scurried to the center of the bed and sat
with his back to the headboard and pulled Kelly up toward him. 
Kelly began to suck on the huge purple cock that was weaving in
front of his face so temptingly.  He practically inhaled it to the root
and Max arched off the bed in delighted pleasure. 

"Shit!" he yelled. 

Just at that moment, Ian plunged his tongue into Kelly's ass and
smelled the strong dark scent that made his own hand speed up as it
stroked his own cock.  Kelly began to caress Max's balls with one
hand while the other began to pinch and roll the erect tits.  Ian's face
was covered with juice and spit and he hurried to the dresser drawer
for a condom.  With shaking hands, he quickly put one on and
resumed his stance between Kelly's legs.  Without hesitation, he
shoved his cock into the open hole in one swift motion causing Kelly
to squeal.  

"You okay, baby?" Ian asked hesitantly, frozen in position.  Please
say yesyesyesyes, Ian thought.  He didn't think his control would
allow himself to pull out right now.

Kelly pulled his mouth off Max's cock. "Yes, yes!  You're just so
big.  I'm so full!" Kelly cried.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me!"

That was all Ian needed to hear and with a lunge of his hips, he
thrust into the hot tunnel of Kelly's body over and over again.  His
momentum causing Max's cock to hit the back of Kelly's throat with
every forward motion and it wasn't long before Max, his hands
gripping tightly the rails of the headboard, warned, "I'm comin',
baby!"  But Kelly didn't remove his mouth and eagerly swallowed
the cum that flowed a moment later as he continued to suck and lick
the spasming cock.

"Oh God! Yes! Baby!" Max yelled as he emptied himself into the hot
mouth.

Kelly pulled back only when he felt the cock begin to shrink and
kissed the flat stomach.  Max lay back, his chest heaving but his eyes
were on the two men who had yet to gain their climax.  Ian was able
to lean over Kelly with his arms at the smaller man's sides as his hips
undulated.  He kissed the sweat covered back, "Oh baby, you're so
hot, so tight.  Take it, baby.  Take my cock."  Ian reached down and
pulled Kelly so his back was against Ian's broad chest.  Kelly was so
much smaller than Ian, Ian's cock was forced deeper into Kelly as it
took much of his weight.  Kelly was literally impaled.

"Oh. Oh!" Kelly cried as the rigid cock went deeper than it ever had
before.  Ian petted and pulled on the smooth chest and the erect tits. 
Max, recovered now, sat up and leaned over to take Kelly's semi-
erect cock in his mouth.  Kelly moaned as senses reeled into
overload and he reached up and behind him to pull Ian's mouth to
his own.  

Max sucked the swollen cock and pulled the balls and petted the
slim legs and thighs.  It was too much for Kelly and with his own
warning cry, his body clenched with it's release into ecstasy.  Max
took the cream into his mouth and swallowed every drop.  Ian
moaned as Kelly's ass spasmed around his cock with his climax and
with a few more eager thrusts, Ian felt his balls tighten in a prelude
to orgasm as well.  With a shout, he froze and arched his back as his
muscles contracted and he shot his load.  He slumped over Kelly
who couldn't take the weight in his own shaky state and they both
fell gasping on to Max who was suddenly covered in sweating limbs
and bodies.  He laughed in delight and kissed the closest flesh of his
companions. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

The next few weeks found Kelly relating his tales of cooking courses
and classes over dinner or pouring over brochures and schedules. 
One Saturday morning when Kelly was out grocery shopping and
Ian was running errands, Max was cleaning up the breakfast dishes. 
He grabbed the dirty towels to throw them in the laundry hamper
and saw Kelly's backpack on the chair and picked it up to put it in
their room.  But he grabbed the wrong end and the contents spilled
to the floor.  With a curse, he knelt down and began to shove the
fallen papers back into it when he saw a list of cooking courses in
the area that  Kelly had put together.  The Chef's School had a huge
red circle penned around it several times with three exclamation
points after.  The rest of the names were either neatly crossed out or
with a check mark next to them.  Max shrugged and stuffed the
papers back into the bag.  

That evening the three men were strolling back from a late movie
appreciating the welcoming breeze that wafted in from the water as
they discussed the latest action packed thriller.  The conversation
slowly died out and they walked in silence for a moment before Ian
asked, "So how's the search coming for cooking classes, babe?"

"Well, the junior college is offering two kinds this fall, one is for
intermediate cooking and the other is more advanced.  I'm not sure
which one would be best for me." 

Max and Ian looked at each other, grinned and spoke at the same
time, "Advanced."

Kelly smiled.  "Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys, but there's
more to it than that."

Ian stopped and grabbed Kelly's arm to turn the smaller man to face
him, "Baby, you've got real talent for cooking.  Don't downplay it. 
I think you could be a really great cook, er, chef.  So go for it,
okay?"

"And what about that Chef's School or Class or whatever the hell it
is?" Max questioned.

Kelly, his face even paler than normal,  turned to face Max, "The
Chef's School?  Where did you hear about that?"

"I saw your list when it fell outta your backpack the other day.  I
thought from your list that would be your first choice."

Kelly shrugged and started to walk toward home.  Max and Ian
looked at each other with a frown and hurried to catch up to their
lover.  

"Well, what about it, baby?  What's this Chef's School?" Ian
shortened his stride to match Kelly's.

"It's nothing, really.  I checked into it and decided it wasn't right for
me, that's all."  Kelly spoke quickly but wouldn't look at either man.

"What wasn't right about it?" Max inquired softly.

"I didn't like it.  That's all.  Bunch of stuck up snobs.  Y'know, you
probably have to speak French to even get in."  But there was a
wistful note in the voice.

Max and Ian didn't say another word about the cooking classes.  As
they fell asleep that night with Kelly snuggled between them, Ian
stroked the long black hair of the man he'd come to love like no
other.  Ian looked down at the faint white lines that marred the
beautiful back - all that remained of Kelly's previous life - and
vowed to make the rest of Kelly's life a completely different one.

The next month and a half flew by with Ian and Max putting in some
heavy overtime at their job as the deadline approached for Kelly to
make some kind of decision for the upcoming fall registration.  

Kelly grabbed the mail and shoved it in his teeth as he balanced his
backpack, a warm coke and keys together in one hand and two bags
of groceries in the other and headed toward the apartment.  He set
everything down outside the door, managed to open it and not spill
any more coke down his shirt, kicked the door shut before taking the
mail out of his mouth and throwing it on the kitchen table.  He
swore as he saw the time.  He'd spent longer then he should have at
a local restaurant where he'd made friends with one of the chef's. 
He'd have just enough time to whip together a quick meal before the
guys got home. He grabbed the rest of the load and brought it into
the kitchen and was putting away the groceries when he saw a piece
of mail addressed to him sticking out of the assorted junk mail.  He
pulled the envelope out and saw that it was from The Chef's School. 
He frowned in puzzlement and tore open the envelope.

End Part Five
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