This was going to be our first New Year's Eve together as a couple. We had successfully navigated Christmas, managing to have a Christmas noon dinner with Ned's parents and and evening dinner with my own. Admittedly, we had come home to our West End apartment bloated, but our two sets of parents were happy enough, and each seemed accepting of the fact that their little boy was homosexual and living with a man.

But New Year's Eve we didn't have to please anyone except ourselves - no parents or other relatives to consider.

We decided to spend it at Oscar's, our favourite gay bar, one that had opened early in the current year. It had started out under the name Wilde, but many of the rougher elements of the Vancouver gay crowd ignored the 'e' in 'Wilde' and took the name to be a licence to go ape, and after a series of near-riots, the bar closed and re-opened a month later under its new name 'Oscar's'. There had been no major troubles since.

It was rather like an Irish Tavern, but for New Year's Eve it was offering a live band and a midnight cold-plate and New Year's novelties for all for just $25 a head. Ned and I were among the first to buy tickets.

So it was that we found ourselves there on New Years Eve, all primed to enjoy ourselves, and maybe have a little 'fun' on the side if the opportunity presented itself. Oscar's was quite a respectable-looking establishment in the front bar, but there was much more went on in the "Smoking Room" (where no smoking was allowed) and in the two toilets, male and female, although there were rarely any females in this bar. The female toilets were used more for quickies than anything else.

The problem with the Smoking Room was that there were three ceiling-mounted cameras which showed all the action on wall-mounted monitors in the main bar. But there were plenty of exhibitionists who liked to fuck and suck onscreen, so you could often catch live porn in the main bar. There was an instant-off switch behind the bar which the bartender could hit if any cops came in.

On this New Year's Eve, the place was busy! The live band - actually a hot jazz trio - was tucked away in a corner at the far rear of the main bar, and valiantly tried to belt out holiday tunes and golden oldies - really oldies - jazz classics and pop fusion, just bouncy enough to get a few couples - and singles - up onto the postage stamp-sized dance floor fronting the band.

Ned and I had not arrived early enough to get one of the few tables which were squashed up against the wall, so we contented ourselves with stools beside one of the drink ledges which ran around the walls, far from the front door and close to the toilets and the smoking room - and the band, which made conversation a little difficult, but we were there for the atmosphere, not conversation, anyway.

Even though we had walked here, we had decided we wouldn't get too drunk tonight so we could enjoy New Year's sex with each other instead of just passing out when we got home. We ordered a jug of beer and settled in to enjoy watching the crowd.

There were quite a few of the regulars we had met during our many visits to Oscar's and some of them would stop by on their way to the washrooms - or the Smoking Room - to say hi and swap season's greetings.

It was not long into the evening before guys started shedding clothes. First it was just jackets and sweaters, but before long shirts followed, and soon many of the clientele were bare above the waist, showing off their gym-moulded abs and pecs. Both Ned and I joined in the strip-fest, neither of us embarrassed by showing our stuff. A few guys even went as far to strip down to their boxers, briefs, and jock-straps; but we weren't going that far. We had both dressed commando tonight, anyway.

Once in a while we would get up and try a little dancing on the tiny, crowded floor, but mostly we were content to watch the action - both in the bar and on the tv screens. The Smoking Room was busy tonight - guys trying to suck or fuck out the old year, I guess.

Ned and I were deep in a huddled discussion about whether we two would even be so brazen as to have sex in public like those guys were when I heard a familiar voice in my ear.

"Bud? Bud? Is that really you?"

Bud was a name no-one had called me since I left my home town a couple of years before. It was a name that had dogged me through school - shortened from Rosebud as it had cruelly started out. My surname is Rose; the school bullies had added the Bud. These days people called me Dan or Danny, my real name.

I turned to face the speaker, who was right at my ear. Yes, it was Ben, my ex-lover. We had first got it on in high-school, and continued our love affair after that, but it had eventually just cooled, and we had drifted apart, and Ben had left town. But I always had a soft spot (and maybe a bit of a hard one) for my first love.

"My God! Ben!" I exclaimed, trying to seem happy to see him, but instantly worried about how Ned would take this accidental meeting up with my first lover, because, of course, I had told Ned about Ben, and about how I still had the hots for him.

And time had been good to Ben. He had lost his teenaged puppy fat and become a toned young God. He was wearing a skin-tight black tank-top shirt, giving us a nice look at his toned six-pack of abs; and Ben was one of the few who had shed his pants, and stood there in his undies, the type with a pouch which emphasized your jewels. I noticed Ned taking in Ben's ample basket.

I introduced the two of them.

"This is Ned, my partner and husband-to-be," I said to Ben, making things clear right from the outset. "And this is Ben, my first boyfriend, who I've told you so much about," I added, to make sure Ned knew just who it was.

"Danny didn't mention what a hottie you are," Ben shouted over the noise of the band and the crowd.

Ben smiled broadly, "Well, thanks," he replied. "But I think you are the real hottie!" It became immediately clear that the two of them were going to really hit it off. I felt almost left out, until Ben put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek, "And you're especially lucky to have Bud here. He's a real prize," He told Ned.

"Don't I know it!" agreed Ned, putting an arm around me also and kissing me on the other cheek.

"I'm here alone," Ben told us. "Would it be OK if I join you two?"

I left it up to Ned to decide. He never hesitated.

"Of course," he replied. "We'd love to have company. Get your stuff and come join us." Ben hurried off, and soon returned with a stool, his beer, and a paper shopping bag with the rest of his clothes in it. Our shirts and jackets were draped over over our barstools.

Ben and Ned really got along great, even though conversation was somewhat limited above the music and the crowd. There seemed to be no friction, no jealously. Sometimes any two of us would dance; sometimes all three. It was all pleasant fun.

Late in the evening, the band took a well-deserved break, and were replaced by a trio of local drag-queens, dolled up to the nines, who were belting it out to a taped medley of show-tunes, loudly cheered on by the audience. Ben said he needed to piss, and headed off toward the toilets. I volunteered to get us another pitcher of beer, leaving Ned with our stuff.

When I returned, Ned was gone, too. I waited a few minutes, and neither returned. I needed a leak anyway, so I decided to go find them. Asking the two guys sharing the drink ledge with us to keep an eye on our stools, our drinks, and our stuff, I went in search of them.

Neither Ben nor Ned were in the empty men's toilets. I crossed the hall to the women's toilets.

I was half-expecting what I saw when I entered. Ben had shed his undies, and was on his knees with Ned's cock in his mouth. Ben had likewise kicked of his pants, which lay on the floor beside them. They were right in front of the urinals, so I presume they had both started out taking a piss and it had escalated from there. Yes, you heard me right - the urinals. The women's toilets has urinals, because most of the "women" using them are transvestites. This bar sees very few real women, and they are either lesbians or fag-hags, who never complain about the urinals. We guys use them, too, if the men's are too busy, or if we're in here fooling around, which is more common.

"Hey, kick your pants off and join us," Ned told me, not at all bothered by being caught with his pants down with my ex. I started to object, but instead just shrugged, "What the hell!" and added my pants to the growing pile on the floor. I moved in beside him, and in a flash Ben was sucking my cock while Ned put his arm round my waist and pulled me to him.

"I hope you're not mad at me, honey?" he asked.

"And so do I!" voiced Ben from below. "It just sort of happened. I'm not trying to hustle your fiancé."

"Well, I guess not," I agreed. We had sort of planned to play if we got the chance. I just never thought it would be with Ben.

Ben was a great little cock-sucker, one of those guy with a vacuum cleaner for a mouth and a gullet which opened to accept the biggest, longest cocks. He always was able to blow me in no time at all, taking most of my load straight down his throat. He proceeded to do just that right then, and I fed him a massive load.

He wasn't satisfied with just my load, however, and quickly turned his attentions back to Ned, and while Ben blew him, Ned and I exchanged horny kisses over Ben's gobbling head.

Ned came down Ben's throat just as a couple more guys entered. I guess the floor show in the main bar was finished. The two were surprised to find a new floor show in the Ladies' Room.

"Hey, guys," one of them said, "can we join in?"

"Sorry," Ben replied, rising from his feet. "This was a private party. I'm sure you two can satisfy each other." By the time we three had pulled on what clothes we had been wearing and left the Ladies' Room, the two men were doing just that - jerking each other off!

The evening continued swimmingly. All three of us got along well together, and we danced quite a bit, as couples or as a threesome. Ben was not bashful about feeling us up as we danced or sat, and kept us both in a state of horniness.

Midnight rolled around. We joined the rest of the bar in singing "Auld Land Syne" and the hugs and the kisses and the whistles and noisemakers and balloons and streamers and confetti. That was followed by the cold-plate dinner, which was excellent, well worth the $25 a head for the tickets.

After the dinner, the bar started to thin out as merrymakers decided enough was enough and set off for their homes. I suggested to Ned it was time we should go, too.

Ben looked crestfallen.

"What about you?" Ned asked him. "Are you leaving too?"

"I guess so," Ben replied. "I hope there's a hotel nearby with a room available."

"What do you mean?" Ned asked

Ben explained: "I live out in Delta. I took the Sky-train in. I don't think there's much hope of getting home tonight. I was hoping I'd hook up with someone who lived in town."

Ned looked at me with a raised eyebrow before he proffered:

"You don't need to go to all that expense. We have a spare room. You're welcome to use it."

I was not too enthusiastic at his suggestion. I envisioned it leading to all sorts of complications, like petty jealousies and resentments. However, I kept my mouth shut, even though I admit I was a bit worried by how easily Ned and Ben were taking to each other. Did I need to be worried?

"That would be great!" Ben exclaimed. "I'd like to spend more time with you both, anyway."

I'll bet you would, I thought to myself. What a little home-wrecker!

Never-the-less, I put on a pleasant smile as we all three got dressed, prepared to meet the cold outside. But it was not too bad; there was no snow or ball-freezing winds. This is British Columbia, after all, not eastern Canada.

The walk home was quite pleasant, actually. There was cloud cover, but occasional patches of clear sky with the stars peeping through. We even saw a shooting star and all made our wishes.

It was going on 2 a.m. by the time we arrived at the high-rise apartment. All of us were ready for bed. I showed Ben to the spare room, and where the bathroom was and all that stuff. The bed in the spare room was permanently made up for unexpected guests, so that was no trouble.

Ned and I retired to our own bedroom. After some brief cuddles and kisses, I turned out the light.

"You didn't mind me asking Ben home?" he asked in the dark.

"Not at all," I lied.

"Good," Ned replied. "He's a load of fun — and very sexy!" he added.

I turned my back to Ned, pushing my butt up against his nakedness, hoping he would take the hint that a quick fuck would be nice, but he also turned his back to me. He was snoring in no time. I drifted off soon after.

I don't know how much later it was that I awoke, but it was with a start, especially when I discovered I was alone in our big bed. At first I thought Ned must be in the bathroom, but it was in darkness and silent. I did hear muffled noises coming from the direction of the living room, however. I rose to investigate.

It was quite the sight that greeted me there. In the low light from one of the standard lamps in the room, Ben was bent over the end of the chesterfield, and Ned was buried deep in him, fucking away at him.

Surprising myself, I wasn't mad, just turned on by the sight. Quietly, barefooted and tiptoeing, I crept up behind Ned, my cock hard and ready. I pushed my dick against his naked back, wrapped my arm around his shoulder, and said softly. "Is this a private party, or can I join in?"

They were both startled to be caught in the act, but then laughed at the situation.

"The more the merrier, I always say," cried Ben.

"This wan't planned, honey," Ned tried to explain. "I heard a noise in the kitchen and got up to investigate…"

"I was looking for some ginger ale or something to settle my stomach…" Ben continued.

"And we both had piss-hards…" Ned added.

"And we thought it would be a shame to waste them…" continued Ben.

"Whatever!" I exclaimed. "What's done is done; but let's take this party into the bedroom where we can be more comfortable."

And so we did just that, and had ourselves a very fun little orgy, with loads of kissing, hugging, sucking, licking, and fucking. The highlight was a 'train' where I sat down on Ben's cock, and Ned sat down on my hard rod. For me, it was a terrific sensation with my cock in a tight, warm hole while a hot, hard rod was reaming my hole. It was kind of awkward, but very exciting, and we had no trouble cumming loads before it was time to go back to sleep once more, all three cuddled together, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

We awoke that way sometime the next mid-morning with the winter sun streaming in through the open shades. We had not closed then the night before, and anyone peeping in from the high-rise across the way would have had fun watching.

All three of us had morning woodies, and we stroked ourselves and each other's cocks as Ned kissed first me, then Ben.

"Happy New Year, guys," he greeted us. "I think it's going to be a good one!" And then we proceeded to fuck each other all over again.

And it has been a good year. That was exactly a year ago. Ben moved in with us soon after that first night, and we became a permanent threesome. Ned and I got married last summer as planned, and immediately set about the paperwork to adopt Ben so all of us will have some sort of offficial relationship. All three sets of parents have accepted our situation remarkably well, considering. Some people sometimes look at us with raised eyebrows, but it works for us, even though some might put us down for it. One guy even referred to us as the "Unholy Trinity."

Who cares? We're happy together, and tonight we are off to Oscar's once more for this year's New Year bash.

Happy New Year!

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