Take him up your ass with Dahlia's help

(AN: Some gay/bi stuff happens in this chapter.)

It should be no concern of mine since I barely know her, but just now I can't help but wonder how Dahlia is doing. Siang is still sitting in front of me with his head slightly tilted, probably wondering what I'm planning. Shaking the distracting thoughts off, I get the urge to take my experiments one step further. "Siang..." -I begin- "I was wondering... Can I sit on your cock?"

He looks away and smiles his eyes closed, but doesn't object: "Of course." He ever so slightly adjusts his position so that his member is more accessible. He makes me feel so welcome, so free from stress, I can't fear what will happen even if something does go wrong. There's no lube around to my knowledge, but I still want to try and see what it's like to go in dry, even if to discourage me from ever trying it again. I turn around on the floor and lift my rear up a little from the carpet, finding Siang's cock with my hand and positioning it under my hole so that its head is barely touching it. Gritting my teeth, I let gravity take me down.

"Hnnnngh-!" -I vocalize from the tightness of the entry. Good lord, how do so many gay guys manage to pull this off with no sweat? Siang puts a hand on my shoulder and pats it. He warns, mirroring my own thoughts: "Hey... You're not trying to go in dry, are you?" There IS a bit of precum in between, but it's not doing much. I look like the biggest loser on the planet, bumping my ass down without much getting done. I finally sigh and lift myself off him, defeated, and lay down on my belly with my face next to what was supposed to go into my ass. Might as well blow it, if nothing else.

Just as I'm about to take it into my mouth, I see the doors of the temple open and the dim chamber get flooded with light. I hardly recognize the silhouette of the female figure walking toward us, but when the doors close again, I see her in full: It's Dahlia! My mouth with its tongue hanging out is inches away from a dick as she spots me, and she giggles a little, as she evidently wasn't expecting me to be up to this of all activities. Her hoodie is gone, leaving her in just stockings and shoes, and there's what look like blobs of cum scattered all over her skin, mostly on her tits, thighs, ass, and face. She doesn't seem too bothered by her new decorations, so I don't even care to mention them. Her expression is that of unease, like she's just seen a bad omen of some sort. I take my tongue back into my mouth to use it for talking instead of licking, greeting her: "Uh, hey, Dahlia. Something wrong? You look worried." She says: "N-No, nothing, really that important."

She notices who I'm with: "OH! Hey, Siang!" The addressee lifts his hand at Dahlia. I look at the two in order and comment: "So, you know each other?" I wrap my hand around Siang's dick and start playing with it, hoping he won't blow his load. He says: "She found her way into this Mullion shortly after her release, just as you did. That's when we first met. It's been a few months since we last saw... Unf, could you slow down..?" I realize I'm edging him, so I do as he says. I got the gist, anyway.

Dahlia asks me: "You look like you don't really know what to do with that. Need help?" I admit: "Yeah, actually, I kind of do. Is there any lube around here?" Dahlia perks up and brings her hand down to her pussy. At first I have no idea what she's doing, but I'm nearly put into a laughing fit when she shoves a couple fingers in there and pulls out a long bottle of what I'm guessing is the lubricant I need while moaning. She 'phew's when the tube has exited her slit and tosses it at my feet, sitting down right next to me.

So, how long has that been in there for?

Better not guess. I squirt a bit of lube onto my hand and smear it over my asshole and crack, just enough to get it all nice and slippery, and then carefully apply the rest onto Siang's twitching, aching cock. He's shaking a little, almost at his climax, so I hastily re-position myself over him while making sure that Dahlia will see me lose my anal virginity.

Two cute boys going right at it seems to be making Dahlia anxious again, so she bops down and sits on a nearby pew. She asks, perhaps rhetorically: "First time up the ass, eh Lewis?" I manage to utter: "Y-Yeah... UNF-!" -Just as Siang's length slips into my rectum in one fluid motion and our balls slap together. My eyes are crossed and pointed at the ceiling while my mind is thrown into a maelstrom from the mindblowing pleasure of my asshole being stretched wide open. I have never felt this full in my life. Holy fuck, I don't think I've ever even had sex before. I forget who I am, where I live, even what my name is; the only thing that exists right now is this massive cock boring its way into my bowels. Is this how girls feel every time they have sex? I manage to sober up just enough to grind myself over Siang while he responds by wrapping his arms around my waist and embracing me.

Siang groans loudly as he begins unloading himself inside my rectum, making the temple's walls reverberate in his wake, bumping his hips up as he shoots his first into me. Drinking Will's cum was one thing, but this... I'm letting a dude blow his load up my ass like it's a girl's pussy. I've been told several times how there's nothing strange about being gay, but the sheer pleasure of how taboo this act still feels to me is taking its toll. I could get addicted to this feeling of a fellow male's liquid warmth merging with my own, having him throb and twitch while he moans himself to ecstasy... Dahlia breaks my concentration by apparently having stood back up and re-positioned herself over my dick. She grins like the fucking Cheshire Cat and slams herself down onto my cock in turn, sandwiching me between herself and Siang. By this point I'm shaking and drooling like I'm having a seizure, fucking and being fucked stupid. Dahlia very happily leans over my shoulder and makes out with Siang as he's apparently still cumming into me, and the experience of being so utterly squeezed dry gets me to orgasm as well. Dahlia's cunt meets its all-time second load from my tool and expertly sucks it up like it's nothing. I have never felt as alive as I have today, that's for sure.

After what seem like full minutes, I finally calm down and my breath returns to an ideally deep and mindful state. My partners follow shortly behind, and Dahlia pulls herself off of me, signaling me to follow behind her. I carefully place my hands against the carpet and push until I feel Siang's cock leave my ravaged asshole alone, a barely audible pop signifying the end of that encounter. He sighs and congratulates me: "Phew... For your first time taking cock, you weren't half bad..!" I chuckle and crouch over the carpet, a dripping trail of cum being left behind by my butt, much the same as Dahlia's.

Now my girlfriend proceeds to do something I could never have anticipated: She pushes down on my upper back so that I'm bent over and shoves her head in between my asscheeks through the hole in my pants. I can barely utter: "Dahl, what the fuck are you... AH!" -before I'm interrupted by her tonguing the very same hole that just got its cherry popped. She makes out with the damn thing like it's a Frenchman's lips, felching it dry from the sounds of it, the sensation of the abused rear entrance being fiddled with sending shockwaves along my spine. I look up at Siang, who just grins like a motherfucker. I'll see to it that you'll get your fair share of dick, later. Dahlia leaves my ass alone for now, but not without giving it a resounding spank, which adds insult to injury.

I pout like a spoiled little princess and shuffle to a less compromising position, sitting down onto the pew closest to us, wondering how to break the ice after that shitshow. A little 'ouch' escapes my lips as my anus touches the hardwood bench. I start with: "So, Dahlia. What have you been doing for the past few months, between our first-time meeting and when you last saw Siang?"

Turns out, she was just wandering around Manhattan, enjoying all that the city has to offer, living the illustrious life of a Released. We all laugh together while she talks about all sorts of funny stuff that has happened. One time she walked into a bulky guy's house to spend the night, and while said guy just let her crash at his place without a single protest or even commenting on her attire, she had no idea that this dude was apparently into BDSM. She walked into his bedroom and found the bed equipped with bondage gear. Chains hanging from the ceiling, stocks and spreader bars attached to its metal frame, you name it. Didn't take long for her to discover the contents of his closet, either. It seemed he wasn't in any stable relationship, but he swung around a lot, picking up chicks and later dominating them. As bedtime drew closer and the alpha male sat down with his evening meal, Dahlia pulled her favorite stunt. She stood up onto the table while the guy was eating and just unloaded her bladder onto him. She pissed all over his plate, his hair, his clothes... The carpet was dripping wet by the time she was done, but the guy just kept on eating. This was doubly entertaining to her because of how this man clearly preferred to be the one who calls the shots, yet there he was, enjoying a side of being used as a human toilet, not even caring if he ended up drinking some of this stranger's piss. Later that night she fell asleep next to him while he was still drenched, but she'd gotten used to her own fluids by then. The morning after that, she got up and walked off to screw with equally oblivious people.

I ask her about her little penchant for watersports. She puts it in her own words: "I dunno... It's just really fun. It's fun to piss on people without them minding. Makes me feel so... Free. I got hooked the first time I tried it. For instance, to just walk up to some chick sitting at a bus stop who's texting her boyfriend, only to shove my cooch into her face and let it rain while she keeps fiddling with her phone... God, can't get enough of it. Never tried shitting on 'em and don't care to, but I'm pretty sure they'd let me do that as well." The last sentence had me cringing, but she's got a point.

Last thing I ask her is what she was worried about when she arrived at the Temple. She's a bit hesitant, but then caves in and reveals it to me.