When I was in college, I was in a throuple with two guys

Hey everyone! First time posting here. Been wanting to share some of my hot past and see what people's reaction is. I'm 28 now but this happened back in college when I was 19. I wanted to start with this story because it was the first time I did anything that was sexually out of the box and really got me started down the path toward polyamory I am still exploring today. Feel free to reach out with any questions or just to talk!

I met Dylan (20m then), my first real longterm boyfriend, during my freshmen year of college. He had a sweet boyish face, and a funny personality that very much vibed with mine, which is very outgoing and silly. He was wiry and always had a restless energy. His hair was jet black, usually falling into his eyes no matter how often he brushed it back. After about six months of being together, halfway through my second semester of college, I thought I had it all figured out. I was studying to become a history teacher and had a nice, sweet boyfriend. I was a normal, average girl with a normal love life.

That was until my boyfriend met Silas in one of his upper level political science class, a junior who was two years older. For all of our second semester I would only hear about Silas from Dylan, who began talking to him after class about politics and stuff like that. I could tell Dylan looked up to Silas and sort of idolized him from how he talked about him.

I finally met Silas one day when Dylan asked him to help him move some furniture from a friend's house into Dylan's dorm. I was immediately struck by how laidback and grounded Silas was. He had dirty blonde hair and a short beard that was a bit darker. There was a sturdiness about him, like he worked with his hands a lot and he usually wore worn jeans, heavy boots, and faded t-shirts. He was generally quiet but when he did talk, it came out thoughtful and unpretentious, with a streak of dry humor.

Silas started coming around a lot after that, sometimes to study or sometimes to come along to parties with us. At first, I felt sort of like an outsider around them because of how they bounced off each other, but I also felt strangely comfortable around Silas. I began to find my own things to like about him, most of all that he was fun to be around. He was never in a hurry or stressed. He was very easy to talk to and I felt he listened to me in a way that Dylan didn't.

The dynamic between the three of us started to change within the next three months in a way that felt natural. Silas hung around a lot and Dylan would light up every time. They would talk for hours about classes, music, and politics but I found myself matching their energy. The three of us could talk for hours, joking and sharing random stories.

On one of the first nights of spring, when the weather was finally warming up, the three of us went to a house party together around eight. One of Silas' friends was in a band that was playing in the basement. I danced with them both and I just know all three of us could feel the tension. It got so hot in the house because of the crowd that by the time we stumbled out we were all dripping sweat.

We started walking home and Silas peeled off his shirt and tied it around his waist. I was dying to do the same, but obviously couldn't. We were both quiet and a bit tired, reeling from the loud crowd but Dylan kept speeding ahead and talking a lot excitedly. Silas could tell the alcohol and heat were hitting me. He suggested we stop and get some water. Dylan sweetly went into a gas station to get it while Silas and I sat on a mound of grass in the park across the street.

As we waited, we talked about Dylan, who's giddy, exuberant mood was bothering both of us but we agreed he was just being enthusiastic. He said, "Well he a good reason to be enthusiastic all the time," nodding at me. Then he told me how good I looked that night and how he much he had enjoyed dancing with me (I had honestly been all over him, using the crowd as an excuse). He was lounging against the grass, leaning up on one elbow while I was laying on the ground looking at the night sky. The way he was talking to me combined with all the drinking, I couldn't resist when he leaned in and kissed me deeply. I melted into it, pulling him in.

Dylan came back quickly after and we walked the rest of the way home. I felt very conflicted about everything, feeling guilty and dreading the thought of potentially breaking up with Dylan over the kiss. The walk was long, my thoughts were running rampant, I was coming down from the alcohol, and I was burning up in my long sleeve shirt that I shouldn't have worn.

Finally, we arrived back at the house. Dylan immediately remarked how we all clearly needed showers while Silas went to the couch, opened the window to let the night air in and laid down on his back. I can still remember the streetlight bouncing off his glistening bare chest. My heart skipped a beat when Dylan suggested him and I showered together first to be quicker for Silas' turn. I expected to Silas to react but he just closed his eyes and turned away. I reluctantly agreed.

Entering the bathroom, Dylan finally stopped talking as much and became quiet. I was relieved to finally take off the sweaty clothes I'd been wearing all night. Dylan was clearly still in a good mood from the party, where we'd been up against each other all night. As I felt the cool water rinse my skin, I felt his arms around me and his lips on my neck.

I turned toward him and sank my head into his chest. That's when he realized something was wrong. After holding me for a moment and kissing me intimately, he asked me what was bothering me. I knew I had to confess to him what happened. To my surprise, he told me that he'd known something was growing between me and him for awhile at that point, then he kissed me again gently. I told him I didn't want to lose him. He promised me I wouldn't lose him and we agreed to talk about it later.

When we got out of the shower, I put on one of Dylan's oversized shirts and the panties I had on. I asked Dylan to find me some pants of his but he shrugged it off and said there was no need. We let Silas take the shower and sat together on the couch. Dylan loaded some pot and we began to pass it when Silas came out. He walked towards the seat opposite to us but Dylan told him to sit next to me, that way we could easily pass the bowl. By the warm attitude Dylan had taken since I told him what happened, I was starting to realize he was okay with it, especially by the time I was sitting in between them on the small couch. Dylan turned on a tv show and we smoked together.

Before long, my legs got cold from the open window. I got up, grabbed a blanket and when I sat back down between them, I made an impulsive move based on the tension in the room, stretching my bare legs across Dylan's lap and leaning back against Silas' shoulder. Silas looked over my head at Dylan questioningly and I saw Dylan smirk and nod. Silas wrapped his strong arm around my torso and I leaned against his chest. I suddenly realized what was about to happen and I felt butterflies in my stomach and a tingling between my legs. We watched most of the movie, which was enough time to enjoy the intimacy of the moment, laying between them both, feeling Silas' arm encircling me and Dylan's hands on my inner thighs and hips beneath the covers.

Finally, I felt so excited that I grabbed Silas' hand and pulled it under the covers and between my legs. I moaned as he slid his hand beneath my panties and began touching me gently. Dylan watched, biting his lip as I leaned my head back and made out with Silas. After a few minutes, Dylan slid the blanket off my legs entirely so he could see Silas' fingers inside me. I felt more wet than I ever had before.

Dylan pulled his shirt off and got on his knees on the couch in front of me, then he grabbed my panties and slid them off of me. Silas took the message and moved his hand from between my legs to take off my shirt as well. Both of them started kissing my body, Dylan kissing down my thighs to my pussy and Silas starting with my lips before moving down my neck to my breasts. After a few minutes of me writhing from their teasing, I was dying to be under them both.

We moved into the bedroom pretty soon after, I laid on the bed on my back and watched them undress together, both smiling at me confidently. I remember liking the way their bodies complimented each other, with Dylan's being thin and lean in comparison with Silas who was broad shouldered and powerful. Dylan again gave Silas the go-ahead as I beckoned to him, spreading my legs. He grabbed my hips and slid his cock inside of my soaking wet pussy. I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulder and gripped at his back. Then, he leaned back, straightening up and before I knew it, Dylan was standing over me, with his dick in front of my face. I happily began to suck him off as Silas fucked me.

Before long, Silas finished all over my stomach and Dylan finished in my mouth. After the sexual come down, Silas went to sleep on the couch as we all three realized we had a lot to talk about, but we went to sleep excited for more and to see where things went.

Anyway, that's how it all began. Again, depending on the reaction from this one, I would be happy to share more. If people are interested (and not just creeps lol) then I plan to tell the story of my relationships and work up to the present day. Hope you enjoyed!