Three Claims

As promised, here's my new story! This is my first "real story" on this site. BNC was a story I wrote with a friend, and MBAMR was... well, you can see my explanation in the author's note of my last story. This story will have an actual buildup instead of going straight to the banging.

Like BNC, this is a story about cheating boyfriend. Advance warning, now that I want to start being more active in writing, my preference for my characters are pretty 'heternormative'. My bottoms are total bottoms and not the most traditionally masculine, and while the tops are a bit more flexible, they will not be the point of my story. Going forward, if you aren't into these things, I kindly refer you to other authors

There's gonna be 4 chapters to this story. The first Ch. will not have any sex scenes but we will see some heated interactions here.

Without spoiling anything else too much, enjoy!

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Prelude

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Calum Channing was happy in his relationship with his boyfriend, Dean. At least until Alan Carlson steps into their world. Alan, the bisexual dynamo who has taken quite a liking to the beautiful and super hot twink, threatens their relationship by offering Calum three VERY tempting claims about himself: stamina, size, and topping skills that Dean could never offer.

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Couver University had its usual busy days. Students were walking about, going about their business. Among them was a football jock named Alan Carlson, the notorious ladies-man. Or rather, in his case, the ladies-and-gentlemen-man. He easily stood out among the students in his towering 6'4 height. That, though, wasn't the only staggering thing about him.

Alan strode confidently through the bustling college campus, his muscular frame drawing admiring glances from passing students; straight women and gay men alike, and even some of the straight guys who just couldn't

not

look at him. However at this time, as he approached the lecture hall, his eyes locked onto a pretty blonde twink who seemed to occupy his thoughts more than he cared to admit.

Calum Channing was bent over his notebook, sitting on a waiting chair in the hallways, his golden locks falling softly around his face, completely unaware of the jock's hungry gaze.

Alan sauntered over, leaning against the wall beside Calum with a smirk. "Hey there, gorgeous," he called suavely. "You look like you could use a break. Want to grab a coffee with me?"

Calum looked up, his blue eyes widening slightly as he took in Alan's imposing presence. "Um, thanks, but I can't," he said politely, but his tone was firm as he continued, "I have a boyfriend, remember? I feel like I already told you many times?"

Alan's smirk only widened at Calum's confident response, "Oh right. Danny is it?"

"Dean."

"Right right," Alan said disinterestedly, "he's, ugh, in the engineering program, right."

"Economics," Calum corrected again.

"Yeah whatever," Alan drawled, he couldn't look any more disinterested about remembering any information about Calum's boyfriend. "That lucky bastard. But come on, Calum, you can't tell me you're completely satisfied with just him," he got closer to Calum, leaning down a little bit to occupy the twink's gaze as he whispered, "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. There's a spark between us, whether you want to admit it or not."

Calum's cheeks flushed slightly, but he held Alan's gaze steadily. "Alan, I appreciate the compliment, but I'm not interested," he said firmly, his voice unwavering. "Dean and I are happy together. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to."

Alan's eyes narrowed as Calum stood up and walked away from him, his confidence faltering for a moment. He couldn't understand how the blonde could resist his charms. Alan was used to getting what he wanted, especially when it comes to pretty boys like Calum.

As he watched Calum disappear into the lecture hall, Alan's jaw clenched in frustration. He couldn't let this go so easily. There had to be a way to make Calum see that he was the better choice.

He had seen Calum's boyfriend, of course. They were both English majors so they didn't really share a building with Dean. But he had seen Calum and his boyfriend hanging around campus. That still didn't stop him from making his moves on the pretty twink. Calum just... ticked all his boxes. Alan didn't discriminate when it comes to his 'partners' but it was still rare for him to find someone who just magically fit all his type to a T the way Calum did.

He wanted that twink and he knew he wasn't afraid to play dirty. Even if it meant seducing him away from his boyfriend...

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Later on that same week...

Calum was engrossed in his textbooks, surrounded by his friends in a study group in the campus library. His friends laughed and chatted as they worked through their assignments, and none of them were aware of the tall imposing frame approaching their table.

Alan sauntered over. "Mind if I join you guys?" he asked, flashing a charming smile. Calum's friends welcomed him warmly, scooting over to make room. Calum only looked at him for a second before returning his gaze to his books.

The jock settled in beside Calum, his leg brushing against the blonde's under the table. He leaned in, pretending to look at Calum's notes. "Need any help with that?" he asked the boy but from his voice alone he didn't sound like he was actually interested in giving any help.

Calum shifted uncomfortably, trying to put some distance between them. "I'm good, thanks," he replied, his tone polite but firm. Alan just chuckled, undeterred.

The group continued to study together but Alan barely glanced at his textbooks. Instead he spent most of his time scrolling through his phone. He would occasionally look up, catching Calum's annoyed glare before smirking and going back to his device.

Calum's friends tried to include Alan in their conversations, but he would only grunt or nod absently in response. His lack of contribution didn't seem to bother them, but it was clearly grating on Calum's nerves.

Alan's phone suddenly buzzed loudly, breaking the chit-chat of the group who was discussing a certain topic in their assignment. He glanced at the screen and a mischievous glint appeared in his eye. Without a word, he stood up and walked away, leaving his books and phone behind.

Calum let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. "What a waste of space," he muttered under his breath, earning sympathetic nods from his friends.

They went back to their discussion in peace. Calum felt a bit of relief as Alan's presence didn't contribute anything positive to the activity, and his nonchalance was annoying.

A few minutes later, Alan returned to the table, a smug grin plastered on his face. "Sorry about that, guys," he said, not sounding apologetic in the least. "Just had to take care of something."

One of Calum's friends, a brunette named Sara, leaned forward. "Something like what?" she asked curiously, her eyes sparkling with interest. She could already guess what Alan was up to.

Alan smirked, glancing around the table before chuckling. "Got a blowjob from a cute little freshman," he bragged to everyone on the table. "Couldn't resist when she offered."

The table that was previously serious suddenly erupted in laughter, with Sara playfully punching Alan's arm. "Only you, Alan," she giggled. "Always the ladies' man."

"Who else but Alan?" one of them commented humorously, mimicking a certain phrase from an adult cartoon.

Calum, however, wasn't amused. His face flushed with anger and annoyance as he glared at Alan. "Could you be any more disgusting?" he snapped, his voice cutting through the laughter. Calum slammed his textbook shut, his patience wearing thin. "That's enough, guys," he said sharply, his blue eyes flashing with irritation. "I came here to study, not listen to Alan's crude stories. Let's focus, please."

His friends sensed his discomfort and their laughs dissipated, ultimately agreeing with him. They turned their attention back to their books. Alan, however, seemed unfazed by Calum's outburst. He leaned back in his chair, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

"Come on, Calum," he drawled, reaching out to flick the blonde's ear. "Don't be such a stick in the mud. Live a little."

Calum jerked away from Alan's touch, his cheeks flushing with anger. "I said enough," he growled. "Keep your hands and your mouth to yourself, or I'll make you."

Alan's grin only widened at the threat, he took Calum's sharp warning as a challenge.

For the rest of the study session, Alan continued to ignore his books, instead focusing on annoying Calum. He tapped his pencil loudly, hummed offkey in Calum's ears, and at some point stole Calum's highlighter, using it to draw a crude doodle on his own notebook.

Calum's frustration reached a boiling point. "Would you just sit still and study already?" he finally snapped. "Or do you need to go find another girl to give you a five-minute blowjob?"

The table fell silent for a moment before bursting into shocked laughter. Calum's friends looked pleasantly surprised by his sudden snap. They hadn't expected Calum to be so fiery. Their eyes were wide and their hands moved to their mouths covering their laughter at Calum's jab at Alan.

"Burn," someone chuckled.

Alan's face turned beet red and his eyes narrowed into slits. "You fucking bitch," he hissed in a snapped second. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Calum just shrugged, a smug smile on his face. "We were all here when you're gone earlier. Five minutes, Alan."

Alan felt embarrassed, his ego took a hit from Calum's insult. He leaned forward, his voice sour as he chuckled bitterly. "Five minutes? Please, sweetheart. I was just being generous with her time," he smirked, his eyes zoning into Calum's. "I could go for hours if I wanted to. Maybe you should find out for yourself, huh? I bet you'd love to see what I can do."

At Alan's statement, Calum's friends exchanged curious glances as they sensed the growing tension between the two. Calum, however, didn't back down. He met Alan's gaze, his blue eyes cold and challenging.

"Is that an invitation?" he shot back quickly. "Because I'm not interested in being another notch on your bedpost, Alan. I have a boyfriend who can satisfy me just fine, thank you very much."

Alan threw his head back and laughed, the sound grating on Calum's nerves. "Dean? That little bitch can't even last five minutes," he sneered. "I promise you, Calum, I could fuck you for five

hours

straight and still be ready for more."

Calum's friends gasped at Alan's bold claim. Calum, however, just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right," he scoffed. "Like anyone could actually fuck for that long. You're full of shit, Alan. That's not even possible. Be more realistic next time"

Alan's eyes glinted dangerously. "You don't believe me? I'll prove it to you," he said while looking at Calum's eyes. "Come back to my place tonight, and I'll show you exactly what I'm capable of."

Calum shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Not a chance in hell."

Alan smirked, and gathered his stuff before standing up, "Alright then. Suit yourself, pretty boy."

With Alan walking away, Calum's friends who had previously watched their interaction in silence laughed again, shaking their heads at the jock's exaggerated claims. What Calum couldn't believe was what he was hearing next, as his own friends started discussing Alan's attractiveness.

"That guy is so hot," Sara gushed, fanning herself dramatically. "I mean, you can see his abs through his shirt. And the way he carries himself... so confident."

The other girls giggled, as well as Calum's other gay friend on the table, all clearly agreeing with her.

Even the straight guys nodded in agreement. One of them said, "Alan's really cool."

"He seems like he'd be a lot of fun to hang out with," another one said matter-of-fact-ly. "I bet he's great at parties."

Calum stared at his friends in disbelief, his mouth hanging open. "Are you guys kidding me right now?" he exclaimed. "He's an arrogant, crude jerk who thinks he's God's gift to men. Why would you want to be around that?"

Sara shrugged, unapologetic. "He's also really good-looking," she pointed out, as if that made up for Alan's personality flaws. "And let's be real, Calum, you can't deny that his confidence is kind of attractive."

"Absolutely not," Calum quickly shot out. "Confidence, my ass. He's full of shit."

The other guys, though, were mumbling about how Calum should relax.

Calum shook his head in disgust, gathering his books. "I can't believe I'm hearing this," he muttered. "You guys are all insane."

He left the library in frustration. He couldn't believe his friends were so easily swayed by Alan's good looks and bravado.

Confidence, they said. So cool.

Calum rolled his eyes as he thought again about what his friends were saying about the arrogant jock.

As if

.

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A few days later, Calum found himself sitting on the couch in Dean's dorm room, recounting the events of the study session to his boyfriend. Dean listened attentively, his brow raising with concern as Calum described Alan's behavior.

"That guy sounds like a real jerk," Dean sounded concerned after Calum finished retelling his story about Alan. "I'm sorry you have to deal with him, Calum. You don't deserve to be treated like that."

Calum leaned against Dean, grateful for his support. "Thanks, babe," he softly muttered. "I just don't know what his problem is. He's always trying to get a rise out of me, and my friends... they actually think he's hot or something. Can you believe it?"

Dean's eyes narrowed with a hint of jealousy flashing across his face. "Really? Even after the way he's been treating you?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Calum nodded, sighing heavily. "I know, right? That guy has no shame. I'm so tired of his so-called flirting with me."

Dean pulled Calum closer, wrapping his arms around him protectively. "Well, I think you're the hottest twink on campus," he said in a gentle voice. "And I'm the lucky one who gets to call you mine," Dean leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Calum's lips. "If that Alan guy keeps bothering you, just let me know," he murmured against his mouth. "I'll set him straight."

Calum smiled, feeling safer and more loved in Dean's arms. "Thanks, Dean," he said, returning the kiss with a sigh. "You always know just what to say to make me feel better."

As they lost themselves in each other's embrace, Calum pushed thoughts of Alan to the back of his mind. He had Dean, and that was all that mattered.

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Alan sat with his friends, and a few of his teammates, in one of their dorm rooms. Some of them had towels around their necks due to the humidity of the afternoon. Their conversations ranged from the upcoming game to weekend plans, but Alan's mind kept drifting back to Calum.

His best friend, Blake, noticed his distraction and nudged him with an elbow. "Yo. Earth to Alan," he said, smirking. "What's got you so preoccupied, man?"

Alan shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Nothing, just... thinking about stuff."

Blake's smirk widened, and he leaned in closer. "Stuff like that blonde twink you can't seem to stop staring at in class?" he teased, earning laughs from the other guys.

Alan felt his face heat up, but he tried to brush it off. "Shut up," he spat, but the damage was done. His friends, who initially weren't paying attention to his distracted state, were now already on the topic and they were getting amused by their friend.

"What's so special about this guy, anyway? I thought you were just playing around," someone asked. "So you're like

gay

gay now?"

"I'm bisexual, idiot," Alan answered, throwing his towel towards his friend. But then he shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "He's just... really hot, and he's tempting," he said, struggling to find the right words. "I don't know, he's cute, and he's got this attitude that drives me crazy."

His straight friends looked at him like he was speaking an alien language. They had seen Calum before but, being straight, they didn't really see the appeal. Especially not when they knew several hot girls who kept asking them about Alan, wanting to get in line inside his pants.

Fortunately his other bisexual friend, Mike, nodded knowingly. "I get it," he said, grinning widely. "There's just something about those twinks, isn't there? And Calum is probably the sexiest one on campus."

Alan nodded, "Exactly! I know you got me. He's sexy as fuck."

Mike added, "Yeah he's got that sexy ass, and that mouth..."

The straight guys groaned, shaking their heads. "You guys are so weird," one of them said, laughing. "But hey, we're not judging here."

Alan laughed, wordlessly thankful for his accepting friends. It felt good to have his friends' support, even if they didn't fully understand.

"So, have you made a move yet?" Blake asked, curiosity painted in his eyes.

Mike's expression turned serious, and he shook his head. "Dude, doesn't he already have a boyfriend? Dean, I think his name is. You should probably back off, man. It's not cool."

Alan waved his hand dismissively, smiling smugly. "Nah, his boyfriend is a pussy. He's a loser."

If he was being honest, Alan didn't really think Dean was a pussy, or a loser, or even remotely ugly. He actually didn't care about him at all. Calum could be dating young Tom Welling himself, and Alan would still try to make a move on that perfect blonde twink.

Mike shook his head, "You're crazy, man. How many times have you tried to flirt with Calum and got turned down?"

Alan just went on dismissing Mike's concerns. "I don't buy it. He's just playing hard to get. You should see the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching. He's totally into me."

His friends exchanged skeptical glances, but Alan was too caught up in his own obsessions to notice. "And I bet he's a complete freak in bed," he continued, his voice turned lower. "Those pretty boys are always the kinkiest. I'm telling you, once I get my hands on him, he'll forget all about Dean."

Mike sighed, realizing it was pointless to argue with Alan when he got like this.

Alan, seeing his friend's skepticism, said pointedly, "You don't believe me, Mikey? Just wait until I get that lil freak under me," he laughed and made some crude gestures at him.

"Alright, man," Mike just shrugged it off, refusing to entertain Alan's obsession any longer.

The conversations eventually shifted to other topics, Alan's friends reluctantly let the subject of Calum drop. However, when they started leaving one by one, one of them pulled Alan aside, there was a certain kind of glow in his eyes.

"Hey, man," Maurice was the name, called to Alan, lowering his voice. "If you're really that into this Calum guy, maybe I can help you out."

Alan's ears perked up, a hopeful expression crossing his face. "Yeah? How?" he asked eagerly.

The friend grinned, leaning in closer. "We could set something up, you know? I think I have a few classes with his boyfriend. Dean is it? There will be a party at my frat, I'm thinking I could--"

As the idea was shared, Alan's heart raced. His mind was already conjuring up the scenario that would play out. "That's genius!" he exclaimed, clapping his friend on the back. "I knew I could count on you."

The friends exchanged knowing glances. Alan still had to wait a little bit though...

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A few days later...

Calum and Dean were having lunch together in the campus yard. They sat on the grass, enjoying their lunch and each other's company. The sun shone brightly overhead, and the campus yard buzzed with activities of students around them. Suddenly, a shadow fell over their picnic blanket, and they looked up to see Alan approaching with a girl and a boy tucked under each arm.