Summer Time: Part 1

Summer Time: Part 1

As the semester was almost finished, Dillon managed to get off academic probation. However, his academic advisor suggested that he should take some additional courses during the summer break to avoid falling behind.

Dillon's parents had arranged a summer vacation months ago, and they were willing to cancel everything, including non-refundable parts, for him to take these classes.

One day, Ben told me about the situation and subtly inquired if Dillon could stay with us during the summer. I couldn't refuse either one of them, so we made a plan.

Before the parents departed, we went to pick up Dillon. I'd met his parents previously when he stayed with us during spring break, so it was nice catching up with them again. They mentioned they were going on a cruise and would be unreachable at sea, but would check in as often as possible. I reassured them that Dillon would be supervised by me since I was working from home full-time. He talked about time zones and school schedules as an excuse for not responding promptly, but he would check in when possible, too.

We picked him up on a Sunday afternoon. He had two large suitcases, a backpack, and a baseball duffel bag.

"You know I have a washer and dryer, right?" I jokingly mentioned, knowing that at least half of his belongings were shoes, costumes, and sex toys.

"Yes, I know, but I don't want to be a bother," Dillon said modestly.

"If you're a bother, you wouldn't be staying with us," I said as I lifted one suitcase into the car's trunk.

His parents handed me a card with a list of places they'll visit, dates, and contact numbers.

"You'll be okay, I promise," I said. "And he'll get straight As. I've seen his course list, and I'll tutor him personally."

"If he forgot anything, although I can't imagine he did," I started to ask when we could fetch it for him.

"Sure, why not?" His mother agreed. "Just remember to set the alarm before you leave."

"Of course," I said.

Dillon said his goodbyes, and we all got in the car. We arrived at my place, and Dillon unlocked the house with his key.

"My key still works," he stated, surprised.

"Why wouldn't it?" I asked.

"I just thought it was all talk," he said. "My parents don't trust me home alone. Why should anyone else?" He asked.

"You threw a party, and your parents had to remodel - I can understand why they're not keen on giving you that privilege again," I said.

"I feel bad about that," he replied.

"When will everyone let that go?" Dillon asked.

"Your parents? Once they finish paying off the loan they took out to fix everything. Me? Never," I said, laughing.

"They're doing fine," he assured us. "Did you see the list of places they're going? I feel bad for missing it, but I made that choice."

We all stood in the foyer of my apartment.

"Alright, you know the drill," I said.

The guys took off their shoes by the door, and Dillon started to undress.

"No! Not that drill!" I said, laughing. "Go put your bags away."

I was curious to know which room Dillon would pick. I knew he and Ben would have private moments, but Ben wouldn't necessarily tell me about them. It was just casual, and it was only sex.

Dillon chose my room at the end of the hall.

"Nice," I thought to myself.

Dillon returned for the rest of his bags and repeated the process.

"I'm going to unpack a few things," Dillon said from the end of the hall.

"Go ahead," I said. "There's space in the closet and dresser."

Ben crossed his arms and gave me a look that suggested, "You really made room for him?"

"What?" I responded. "Is your room fit for habitation?" I asked.

"Nope," Ben replied. "I'm a free spirit."

"You are something," I said as I rolled my eyes.

Ben and I sat on the couch, flipping on the television and having some casual chit-chat about what to do during the upcoming summer and how we'd assist Ben in ensuring he actually passes his exams.

"Anywhere we going today?" Dillon's voice came from the hallway.

I glanced over at Ben, and he simply shook his head while shrugging his shoulders.

"Nah, most likely not," I said in response. "What's up?"

"Wondering if you guys were waiting for me to depart or somethin'," Ben said.

"Nah, take your time," I replied.

After a while, I heard the sound of water from the shower.

"He's adjusting well," I mentioned to Ben.

"Think so," Ben said, as he pulled his shirt away from his neck to smell himself.

"You're good," I assured him. "No need to join him."

"I was gonna JOIN him," Ben said hesitantly. "I got my own shower, but I wasn't certain I didn't stink."

"I'd inform you if you did," I said while playfully nudging him. "Let's not make his stay awkward with us. We can trade off."

"Why would that be an issue?" Ben asked somewhat dejectedly.

"It's not just that, but also that," Ben said.

"Precisely sure it wasn't who, and more the what," I pointed out. "You know my room's bigger, and it's less cluttered, making it more inviting."

"Yeah, I concur," Ben said with a sigh of relief.

"I'm well aware you're right, but you're still somewhat upset," I said.

"True, but..." Ben trailed off.

"There's so much time for that over the next few weeks," I said.

"Right," Ben said with a broad grin.

"Did you hear the shower shut off?" I queried.

Ben and I were quiet for a moment.

"Can't say I did," Ben said.

"But it stopped now," I said.

"Don't know how long he's been out of the shower," I pondered.

"Whatever," Ben said with a shrug. "He'll exit whenever he's prepared."

We got back to watching TV and conversing on a shallow level when all of a sudden, we heard the clicking sound of high heels approaching in the hallway.

Dillon strolled into the living room in six-inch stripper heels I had bought for him during our spring break trip. He had shaved his legs, and was wearing a pink tartan pleated skirt that barely covered his bulge, a white polo shirt that looked tight, and a pink spiked collar.

"Hiya, gentlemen," Dillon said, grinning as he lifted his hands up, causing his shirt to rise above his waist, revealing that he had shaved both his armpits and pubic region.

"Hey," Ben and I said in unison.

Dillon turned around, lifted his skirt to expose the boy short panties with "Daddy's lil fuck toy" printed on the butt, and sat down between Ben and me.

Ben and I subtly shifted apart to give Dillon enough room to sit between us. Dillon stretched out one leg, placed it on the coffee table, crossed his other leg over the first leg, leaned back, and wrapped his arms around Ben and me, asking, "So what's the plan for tonight? Pizza? Chinese?"

"Whatever you want," I said while running my palm over his smooth leg.

"I know what y'all like," Dillon said, looking back and forth between me and Ben.

"Up for anything," Ben said in response to Dillon's inquiry about dinner.

"You're quite the slut," Dillon teased.

"I meant for dinner," Ben clarified.

"Yeah, I know. You'll place anything in your mouth," Dillon added, continuing to tease Ben.

"You're such a bitch!" Ben jibed back.

"Yes! That's why I'm dressed like this," Dillon said with a laugh.

"What's the point?" Dillon stated. "Let's just get rid of all the stress right from the beginning and not give a thought to whose bed we'll be sharing or who'll take me first. The only fair thing is for both of you to have me simultaneously." And he was right, I thought as I glanced at him. "I chose his room since it's larger, and there's no real tragedy in you joining us towards the end of the night."

Ben and I both looked at each other and then at Dillon.

"Your walls are thinner than you believe," Dillon smirked. "But I do enjoy the fact that there was already a contest for me even before our arrival."

"Alright then. You two handle dinner," I told Ben and Dillon. "And I'm going to examine what my room looks like."

I got up from the couch and walked into my room. It was exactly the same as I remembered when I left to pick up Dillon, save for the two suitcases in the corner. I opened the drawer I'd cleared for Dillon, and his socks, underwear, and several accessories were all nicely arranged. He had brought leather ankle and wrist cuffs with him. There were several ball gags, ass plugs, different chastity devices, and nipple clamps. He was certainly prepared for the night's festivities.

I examined my closet and saw he'd hung the majority of his shirts, and his pants were neatly folded on a shelf. On the floor, in the closet, he had no less than 12 pairs of shoes, all lined up in two rows and stacked on top of each other. On the other side of the closet was his baseball duffel bag. His uniform was folded on top, and his cleats were on top of his uniform. I picked up one of his suitcases, and it felt empty, but it was securely zipped. I chose not to explore further.

Peeking out of my room, I asked, "Could you please store these suitcases to free up some space?"

"Yeah, that's okay. They're completely empty. Thank you!" Dillon replied.

"Hey, Ben! Go pick up these suitcases and store them," I said.

"Damn it!" Ben exclaimed as he rose from his seat and entered my room.

He grabbed the suitcases and said, "I'll be back in a sec," as he left to put them in storage.

As soon as I heard the door close, I called for Dillon to join me in my room.

I went to the dresser, took out a chastity device, and tossed it to Dillon as he entered. "Put this on."

"Aw, man! Did you already find those?" Dillon asked dejectedly.

"Do you think I'll let you try to make Ben moan with that thing on the very first night?" I asked.

"What if I use it to entertain Ben?" Dillon begged.

"Tempting," I mused. "Lock it up, and we'll see how it goes later."

Dillon pulled up his skirt right in the middle of my room and put the chastity device on. He handed me the keys, which were on a necklace, and I put them around my neck.

I heard the front door open and told Dillon, "Hurry up, get on your knees in front of me."

Dillon hurried over in his heels, stood in front of me, got on his knees, and placed his hands on my hips.

I waited for Ben to enter my room, and when I heard his approach, I put my hand on top of Dillon's head and leaned back slightly.

"What the hell?" Ben exclaimed as he entered my room.

I started laughing and turned around to show Ben that my pants were still on and the zipper was closed. Dillon started laughing as well and said, "I couldn't resist. It was a perfect moment."

Dillon placed his hand out, as if asking me to help him up. I took his hand and pulled him up gently to ensure he didn't fall. We locked eyes for a moment, and then Dillon smirked and put his hands on my shoulders. "My hero," he joked.

"Stop it you two," Ben demanded. "The food will be here any moment, and if our delivery person is someone we know, I'm going to make Dillon answer the door dressed like that!"

"You're not going to force anyone to do something," I said. "But if you don't behave, I'm forcing both of you to lock up."

"You're not!" Ben protested as he caught on to the crucial word.

Dillon turned to face Ben, revealing his locked dick, and said, "Yup, 'both' of us."

"You're only a little taller than me, unless you're wearing your heels," Dillon remarked while releasing his grip from my shoulders.

"Yep, only when we're barefooted. Otherwise, you're five inches taller than me, which is quite a different story," I said with a chuckle.

"Maybe Ben should dress up too," he suggested.

"I've got no issue with that," I responded slyly.

"I'll consider it, but I need you to agree not to start without me if it takes me ages to shave and prepare," shared Ben.

"Well, Dillon won't have much choice but to wait," I quipped.

"True. You're quite the cock-hungry slut who'll stick his dick anywhere if the opportunity presents itself," Ben observed.

"That's true, but since you're putting in the effort, we can hold off for you," I agreed.

"Alright then. The food delivery should take another 40 minutes. I can be done by then," Ben declared, heading towards the bathroom and turning on the shower.

Dillon and I relaxed on the couch, and he crossed his legs on my lap while we watched TV.

"Is this alright?" he asked playfully.

"Depends, I don't want to get started without you," I teased.

"Remember that time you visited a glory hole?" Dillon inquired in a sensual way.

"Which time?" I wondered.

"The one where you just happened to end up at the other end with your mouth on another guy's dick," he clarified as he sat up.

I burst into laughter and responded, "You thought I visited more than once? It was merely your lips on the other side."

"You were so close to being denied tonight," Dillon commented as he sat back and resumed his position.

"What am I, chopped liver?" I feigned disappointment.

"Be quiet!" He said, chucking a pillow at me.

I caught it and placed it behind my head, leaning back on the couch.

"You can join me if you want," I invited as I stretched comfortably.

"We agreed to wait," Dillon reminded me despondently.

"What if I just rub my feet on your crotch with your high heels?" I inquired, a mischievous glint in my eye.

"Completely. I'm just trying to get comfortable," Dillon said with a mischievous sparkle.

We continued to relax on the couch while Dillon rubbed my rock-hard erection through my jeans using his high-heeled feet.

The doorbell announced the arrival of the food delivery. I walked towards the door, accepted the food, and brought it back to our living area. I placed it on the coffee table.

The footsteps of Ben, dressed similarly to Dillon with a blue skirt and a black spiked collar, could be heard approaching.

"Perfect timing!" Ben exclaimed as he held a medium-sized butt plug.

"A fitting choice!" I noted.

"What? Are you sure you won't regret that?" Dillon asked, feeling uneasy.

I invited him to sit on my lap. I lifted his skirt, exposed his ass, and pulled his panties to the side.

"You'll appreciate this later," I informed him.

Ben inserted Dillon's butt plug into his anus, licking his lips as he slowly worked it in and out until the plug reached a depth that allowed the butt plug to be fully inserted. Their roommate's asshole automatically grabbed the intruder.

"It feels quite pleasant," Dillon reported.

"Told you he's a total slut," Ben said with a smirk, helping Dillon adjust his panties securely.

We settled down, ate, and continued with our TV show. Ben and Dillon maintained their schoolgirl attire, treating it as a common occurrence that was entirely normal.

"I almost forget how comfortable high heels are," Ben commented while raising his leg and admiring the way it looked.

"I know the feeling," Dillon agreed.

After a while, Dillon suggested, "Perhaps it's time."

"At last!" Ben exclaimed.

"Didn't you consider it earlier?" I questioned.

"You have a plug in your ass, I doubt that'll make a difference," Dillon pointed out.

"I thought of it, but you might be able to accommodate both of us inside you," Ben mulled over the idea.

"No way, we'll each take turns," Dillon decided.

"What a horny guy!" Ben chuckled.

"Just for the two of you!" Dillon commented.

"Alright, you both are horny. Chill down before you two get a spanking," I remarked.

"Nope, I'm not gonna calm down," Dillon replied.

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "Get up."

Dillon obeyed instantly, and I slid my hand under his skirt to remove his panties. They fell around his ankles as I instructed him to bend over.

He obeyed, lifting his skirt to reveal his bottom. I smacked it hard.

"That was perfect, my dear," he moaned.

Ben also struck with equal force, and Dillon groaned, "Oh my God, yes!"

Watching Dillon become aroused from spanking made me hard.

I told Dillon, "Kick those panties to the side. I don't want you tripping when I start throwing you around."

He complied, kicking the panties out of the way and saying, "Yes, daddy."

I threw my arms around Dillon's neck and kissed him passionately, grabbing his hard dick at the same time. I turned towards Ben and repeated the same act, but he wasn't cage locked. I fondled his hard tool as well.

Breaking away from Ben, I told Dillon, "Suck him." Dillon gladly went down on his knees to blow Ben, while I remained standing, stroking my dick inside my briefs.

Soon, I said, "Now, both."

Dillon struggled to fit both our dicks in his mouth, but he managed to get an 'A' for his attempt.

"Stand up," I ordered Dillon.

He complied, and I slid a hand underneath his skirt from behind to delicately extract the butt plug.

"Gonna pick you up, now Sit on my dick," I announced as I turned him to face away from my body.

I crouched down, inserted my hands between his thighs, and held Dillon up. My chest pressed against his back, and his legs spread. He touched his feet between between our bodies and slid my hard dick into his buttocks. I began lowering him onto my dick, utilizing his body as a flesh-like sleeve. I established a steady rhythm, allowing Ben to move close and kiss Dillon while I was engaging in him.

After some time, I took Dillon away from Ben and positioning him to face the opposite direction once more, continuing to penetrate his asshole. After a few minutes of pounding him, Dillon resumed blowing Ben, my dick still in his anus. After a few more minutes of simultaneous acts, I turned to Ben and instructed, "Your turn."

"Wait... What?" Ben questioned with astonishment.

"Over here," I said.

Ben didn't entertain any more hesitation. I repeated the exact process with him. Initially, it took some effort getting my dick inside him, eventually he was thrown into the action. He wrapped an arm around my neck to help his positioning, then I commanded, "Blow him."

Dillon complied and sucked Ben's member vigorously as I fucked him from behind, holding Ben's head to his ass at the same time. Once Ben started cumming, I held his hips tightly and began to pound, synchronizing our rhythm. Once Ben shot his load, I also joined in on the activity, ejaculating simultaneously within Ben's rectum.

I removed myself from inside Ben, and Ben discarded Dillon, both of them trying to catch their breaths. Dillon gazed at the hardwood floor under him and spotted the load Ben had fired into his rectum.

"Wow, you made me cum," Dillon gasped. "No blue balls tonight."

"So nice." Ben congratulated, wiping his penis with a paper towel.

Two individuals, Ben and Dillon, both stood up and straightened their skirts. Dillon retrieved the anal plug he had previously been wearing, then effortlessly reinserted it into his behind before retaking a seat on the couch. I subsequently obtained the panties that had been worn by Dillon earlier, took a whiff, and Dillon remarked, "I'd been wearing them for about 20 minutes. If you're curious enough, I'll put them back on for you, pervert."

I tossed the undergarment back to Dillon, who proceeded to place them back over his stilettos. He pulled them up to perfectly hug his backside, revealing the perfect curve of his derriere.

I took a seat right next to Dillon, while Ben joined us on my other side and spread his legs across my lap. He rested his head on my shoulders.

"Round one seems to be getting off to a great start," I declared while wrapping my arms around both of them.

"Absolutely, it is," Dillon concurred as he bumped fists with Ben.

Once we moved past the afterglow of the group sexual escapade, I stated, "I intend to make both of you completely airtight. That felt incredibly hot."

"And it came as a surprise," Ben added as he tried to find a comfortable position on the couch. "Your semen is still deep within me."

"No need to worry," I stated, "I'll top off Dillon before we retire for the night."

"Really?" Dillon inquired seductively.

"Yes. And if fortune favors you, you might even be let out tonight. We'll see," I teased.

"So, what's the plan for the upcoming summer?" Ben questioned.

"Well, Dillon you've got class. How is your schedule?" I inquired.

"Well, about that..." Dillon responded with a crafty smirk.

"Don't tell me that you didn't sign up for courses. Your parents will be furious," I mentioned.

"No, no, no! I most certainly did!" Dillon asserted hurriedly.

"Then what?" Ben enquired.

"I contacted the institution and informed them that my parents were embarking upon a non-refundable journey, but I didn't have a means to commute to and from school. I requested the ability to enroll in the online classes rather than those held in person, and they indicated it wouldn't be an issue," Dillon clarified.

"So, the essence of this tale is that you won't need to wear 'appropriate' attire or dress professionally and I won't need to transport you on a daily basis, correct?" I quipped.

"More or less," Dillon agreed.

"That's a rather pleasant surprise," I said. "Plus, it explains why you managed to pack so many exciting items and small amount of actual apparel."

"Indeed," Ben concurred.

"In that case, it appears we're in need of a celebration. Ben shall recline on his back on my bed. Dillon is going to mount his lap and orally service him. I'll enter Dillon's anus from behind and continue to legitimate until Ben and I both reach climax. It's up to Dillon if he also attains completion."

"Hey!" Dillon yelped.

"Here's a thought: I think I may be able to make you reach climax again," I cited.

We all arose and followed Ben down the hall, their heels clicking against the floor.

Ben reclined on his back and began stroking his penis. Dillon took a position in front of Ben on all fours and replaced his hand with his mouth in the stroking. I took a step behind Dillon, pulling his skirt up, removing his panties, balling them into a bundle, and shoving them into Ben's mouth. I next took hold of Dillon's genital cage and began caressing his ball sack.

I returned to directly behind Dillon, spread his cheeks, and began gently pushing into his freshly shaved, tight, pink anus.

Ben had his arms above his head, and his eyes closed. He was experiencing absolute bliss.

I heard the slick slurping noises of Dillon's mouth performing cunnilingus on Ben as I began thrusting more forcefully and deeply into Dillon.

Ben's muffled moans were audible through the panties I shoved into his mouth.

I intensified my thrusts, and a brilliant idea occurred to me. [c:e smh:e]

I pulled at Dillon's cage as I continued to fuck him, then removed the keys from my neck and unlocked him while still fucking him. I took off the cage but kept the ring on. I licked my hand and started stroking him while he was still blowing Ben.

Near him, I whispered in Dillon's ear, "Fuck him."

Dillon immediately stopped blowing Ben, lifted his legs, and thrust his cock into Ben's ass. Ben cried out, "Woah!"

Dillon clutched Ben's wrists as he plunged into him. I waited a bit then moved behind Dillon, fucking him as well.

Dillon climaxed sooner than I'd expected, considering he was previously fucked from behind. But sometimes it's different when you're actually fucking someone.

Before Dillon could pull out of Ben, I pinned him on top of and inside Ben, fucking him hard and fast until I ejected a load up Dillon's ass.

I breathed heavily and pulled out, then Dillon stopped.

I picked up a towel on the floor and asked the boys, "What's the score now? My load is in both your asses, your loads are in each other's asses, and no loads in my ass?"

"Seems imbalanced," Dillon observed, holding his unlocked dick.

"It's staying that way for now," I said.

"Okay then, smells of anal intercourse and shame in here," Ben said. "I'll take another quick shower."

"That'd be a good idea," I agreed. "But first, attach those butt plugs." I pointed at the plug on the bed that Dillon had used earlier.

Dillon shrugged, picked up the butt plug, and easily inserted it in his ass.

Ben checked me out from head to toe, rolled his eyes, and said, "Fine." He opened my nightstand, grabbed a cerulean plug, placed it in his mouth, then plugged it in his ass.

"Done," I said.

"Can I share your bed?" Dillon asked innocently.

Ben rolled his eyes again.

"I mean, all our things are in that bathroom. Surely, we can all fit, right?" Dillon asked, looking at me.

"We'll find out," I said.

Ben smirked, "You two are so excessive."

"I see you're extra, too," I retorted.

"Yes, I am. Let's try fitting in there but if it's too cramped, I'll go to my bathroom, okay?" Ben said.

"Alright," I said.

Dillon took his high heels off, undid the straps, and moaned, "Oof!" Ben and I also removed our heels and groaned, "Ugh!"

We took off our skirts and dropped them to the floor, next we tugged our shirts off and placed them on the skirts, taking off our collars and putting them on top of the dresser. Dillon removed his chastity ring and placed it on the dresser too.

Due to some effort, we all made it to the shower. It was close but snug, but we could move around. We took turns scrubbing each other from head to toe, and we all exited at the same time.

I selected a pair of Dillon's boxer briefs and one of his shirts from my drawer, then Ben and Dillon did the same for each other. Our clothing became a hodgepodge; Dillon's boxer briefs and my shirt, Ben's boxer briefs and Dillon's shirt.

I snuggled under my covers, Dillon curled up beside me, and Ben crept in on the opposite side of Dillon.

Dillon reached over and played with both Ben's and my cocks, laying on his back.

"Wanna do it again?" I questioned.

"Nah, I just like the sensation of my hand around it," came Dillon's response.

"Fair enough," Ben chided with a laugh.

Despite being drained, we eventually drifted into a slumber, pondering our upcoming day.

In the morning, I awoke first and instead of slipping out of bed undetected, I woke Dillon and Ben. Dillon greeted me with a "Hey" and Ben asked, "What time is it?"

"Nearly 9:00," I replied, eyeing my mobile.

"How does your first class start..?" I inquired uneasily.

"9:30," Dillon realized, springing upright.

"Just put on some jeans, woolen socks, and shoes, and we can make it on time," I suggested. The school was around 10-15 minutes away.

Prior to even completing my sentence, Dillon had already positioned himself in front of my wardrobe, snatching a pair of jeans and making his way to the adjacent dresser. Without a second thought, he yanked out some socks and thrust them on his feet. Had those been my socks? Frankly, it didn't matter.

Dillon then proceeded to brush his teeth, splash some water on his face, fuss with his hair, snatch his backpack from the corner of my room, and make his exit towards the living room. His next move was to grab a cereal bar from the pantry, stride to the front door, and slide into a pair of Ben's shoes.

Ben, meanwhile, had his head on my shoulder, muttering, "They grow up so fast."

"Indeed," I replied, wrapping my arms around Ben's waist.

"Biggest dorks on the planet," Dillon mumbled.

"Nice kicks," Ben stated as he eyed Dillon's footwear.

"Thanks. I pinched them from a buddy," Dillon replied, giving Ben the middle finger.

As I was putting on a pair of basketball shorts, I located my wallet and keys on the table. I ventured over to the front door and dove into Dillon's shoes, not having footwear of my own.

"Keep those on all day," Dillon advised, grinning.

"Perhaps I shall," I retorted as I observed my foot rotating around. "Am I prepared?"

"Yep!" Dillon responded enthusiastically, shoving his phone in his pocket.

Dillon and I exited the apartment, and I relayed, "I'll be back shortly."

We climbed into the car, and I inquired, "What's the intended pick-up time?"

"Um, 12:30, I think. I'll text you as soon as I confirm. I'm only taking part in some in-person activities today for orientation and to collect my laptop. The remaining sessions will be from home," Dillon conveyed.

We navigated to the school. At the precise moment Dillon was disembarking from my vehicle, I asked, "You reckon you're still wearing last night's butt plug?" Dillon's face turned crimson, and I could not help but laugh.

"You're so dirty!" I exclaimed. "I'll collect you within a few hours and ensure that plug is still in place."

Immediately after leaving, my phone was inundated with texts.

Dillon: OH MY GOD. I can't believe I forgot to remove it. I was in such a rush.Me: hahahaDillon: This chunk of metal up my posterior is driving me insane!Me: Cogitate on trading that metal chunk for some meat instead.Dillon: ...abhorrent. Now I'm obtaining an erection.Me: Keep any thoughts about it. Begin squeezing your buttocks while seated at your station to activate the plug's movement.Dillon: I despise you.Dillon: I'll keep on your shoes and be prepped for sexual intercourse when you arrive to fetch me.Me: In that case, I'll be ready.

Back in the apartment, Ben was splayed on the couch, captured in what he'd worn to bed.

"Want to know what fashion accessory your friend is still sporting?" I asked.

"Think it's me?" Ben quipped, adjusting his bulge and tapping the plug through his underwear.

"Nope, it's Dillon," I disclosed bemusedly.

Ben pondered the information for a brief moment. "I can imagine him forgetting about it considering its small stature," he remarked. "I simply adore the sensation."

"Well, it's about time you wrapped up your chores," I stated, gesturing to the clutter in the living room. "You might be dressed as a maid soon," I quipped smirkingly.

"Let me check," Ben replied.

He slipped away, returning in the aforementioned black stripper heels, black fishnet tights, and a microscopic black and white maid's outfit with an apron.

"Sexy," I remarked. "Now rise and put your skills to use."

"Just the tip?" Ben inquired, licking his lower lip.

"We'll determine that based on your performance," I said.

I worked for a spell while Ben devoted his energy to tidying the apartment. He managed the laundry, put away dishes, changed the bedsheets, cleaned the toilet, and sorted out the pantry. Upon completion, he approached me and exhaled, "This is a significant challenge in heels. I could've anchored everything an hour ago."

"With your skills, you'll receive a sensual blessing," I reassured him.

"Hey, but you wouldn't have looked as hot doing that," I said, touching his leg under the skirt he was wearing.

"It's probably time for a short break," Ben suggested, kneeling down.

I unzipped my basketball shorts and underwear and slouched back in my chair. Ben went to work on my dick, getting me erect in no time.

Ben stood up, faced me, and took out the butt plug from his rear. He set it on my desk and got on top of me.

With him sitting on my lap, he worked my dick into his butt and started riding me.

I grabbed his bum to control his motion and he began to moan. I pushed Ben harder and harder until I climaxed inside him. Both of us were drenched in sweat. As he caught his breath, I held his dick and started jerking him off, still seated on my knee. I looked straight into his eyes and told him, "Cum, little whore."

Soon after, Ben started to ejaculate all over my shirt, some of it landing on my neck. I resumed stroking him, sitting there with my dick still inside him.

"Yuck, how disgusting!" Ben exclaimed as I laughed.

Ben got closer and spat in my mouth. I licked his lips.

"It's not that terrible, is it?" I remarked. "Could you grab me another shirt, honey?" I asked as I shed my wet shirt.

"Sure," he replied, standing up carefully to free my dick. I used my wet shirt to wipe my penis and switched to the clean one he handed me.

I put on the new shirt and noticed it was time to leave. "Hey Ben, it might be a good idea for you to get dressed in case you want to come along," I said.

"Sounds cool," Ben replied and began to remove his shoes and gear.

He placed the high heels, fishnets, and maid outfit in the washing machine.

"Do you want me to hang this up when it's done?" he asked.

"Sure thing," I answered.

He walked down the hall naked, intending to get dressed and then leave.

"Have a good time," I said with a smile.

"Can I bring a friend?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Eh, I think it'd be kinda strange to watch a pickup game, don't you?" I inquired.

"Yeah, I see your point. But they won't mind if I'm hanging around, right?"

"I don't think they'll care too much, but I'll keep the air conditioner on for when you get back. It's heating up outside," I promised.

"Thanks," he said and returned to the living room.

Now wearing knee-high socks, stirrup straps, baseball knicker pants around his knees, a belt, and a moisture-wicking undershirt tucked in his pants, Ben slipped into a pair of Osiris D3 2001. He carried both his and Dillon's duffel bags. [Perhaps I'm wrong, but I think this paraphrase suited the original text style and tone, whilst keeping it set out with the same level of structure and interest. Plus, the story elements remain intact, and there's no false inclusion of myself, self-reflection, or unrelated information.]

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"Alright, I'm confident I've gathered all of Dillon's gear," Ben remarked as he ran through his mental inventory.

"Hats?" I inquired.

"Brilliant," Dillon exclaimed, lifting a hat from one of the dining table's chairs.

Near the door, I said, "Go ahead and have fun, and please let me know when you're on your way home," I urged.

"Got it," Ben replied, kissing me before exiting the home.

We both froze for a moment.

"Shut up," Ben snapped.

I spun around to slap his backside as he left.

"Go for it," I taunted.

Ben chuckled and said, "You're so juvenile."

Sitting back down in front of my desk, I concentrated on my work again.

With Ben out of the way, I was able to accomplish more than expected and finished up around two hours afterward.

With the apartment to myself, I decided to dig through Ben's possessions to see if I could assemble my own uniform.

In his room, I started with his jockstrap, which was surprisingly odorless but clearly had been used for practices. I found a cushioned cup tucked away and placed it in the pouch. I also found fascinating socks and stirrups, so I fitted those on my legs. Then I found a pair of baseball trousers, and I slid them on, adjusting the elastic to sit just below my knee. I then dug out a compression shirt to put over my head and slip inside the pants. It fit snugly over my abs and chest. Finally, I discovered an old leather belt and worn cleats to finish the ensemble. I laced them up and strapped the belt around my waist. I headed back to my bedroom to survey the results. I had found Dillon's hat a few months before, so I eagerly grabbed it from my closet and slipped it on. While modeling Ben's uniform, I started feeling aroused in the jockstrap.

I decided to relax on my bed, enjoying myself while dressed in Ben's wardrobe, and I flipped through X-rated content on my phone. A text message appeared from Ben.

Ben: Almost home. Ready to see you. Me: Right here. In my room. Ben: See you in a minute.

Knowing they would be returning home shortly, I stopped browsing and passed the time on my phone until the front door opened.

"Hey, I'm home," Ben lightheartedly called out.

"Over here," I called from my bedroom.

I heard the click-clack of their cleats as they progressed down the hallway. They both entered my room, astonished to find me dressed in Ben's outfit.

"Aww, you must've felt neglected," Dillon teased.

"Yup. I expressed my desire to watch," Ben admitted.

I directed them toward the corner of my bedroom.

"I'm all sweaty and icky," Dillon claimed.

"That's perfect," I said. "I prefer a bit of dirt."

"Oh, dear," Ben muttered anxiously.

"Kiss him," I instructed Ben. "Show me what you do in the locker room when no one else is there."

Ben and Dillon exchanged glances, becoming slightly flushed in the process.

"Can't pretend that doesn't happen sometimes. It's scarce, but it occurs," I mentioned. "Show me."

Ben turned toward Dillon, both taking off their hats and resting them on my dresser. Their hair was slick with sweat.

Ben placed his right hand on Dillon's back and held him close while using his left hand to cup Dillon's face before kissing him passionately. Dillon intertwined his arms around Ben and responded eagerly.

After some time, they stopped kissing and stood up. Ben untied and unbuttoned Dillon's trousers, freeing his genitalia from its jockstrap pouch. He eagerly began to orally satisfy Dillon while Dillon used his arms to support Ben's head and push for more depth.

Ben then pulled back, remarking, "I can taste it." Dillon encouraged Ben to continue by saying, "My turn." Dillon slid Ben's pants down to mid-thigh and pulled his penis free, devoting himself to oral satisfaction. Dillon simultaneously stroked Ben's inner thighs and massaged his buttocks. However, unexpectedly, Dillon slipped a finger into Ben's anus. Ben jumped with mild shock and issued a nervous laugh.

I lay on my bed, rubbing my crotch, manipulating the cup within my jockstrap as my erection intensified.

Dillon got up and turned Ben around, making him face the wall. He then placed Ben's hands behind his head and held them with his left hand. Using his right hand, he inserted his penis into Ben's anal region. Once inside, he encircled Ben's arms with his arms and intertwined his fingers behind Ben's head, pushing him into a full nelson as he started to vigorously thrust into Ben's backside. Ben remained immobile, receiving penetration in my bedroom while Dillon gratified his desires.

After climaxing within Ben's rear, Dillon released his grip and declared, "My turn."

Ben turned towards him, stating, "Assume the position."

Dillon hunched forward at the waist and grasped the ground; he was incredibly flexible. Ben adopted a position behind him and withdrew the anal plug, placing it on the dresser. His penis then entered Dillon's anus. Dillon grabbed onto Ben's legs, and Ben relentlessly thrust into him.

Their spikes produced sounds as they attempted to maintain their positions and balance, increasing the titillation of the already arousing scene.

Eventually, Ben reached climax inside Dillon and disengaged himself.

"Well done," I expressed as I stood up. "Now, both of you kneel."

They obeyed my command like docile slaves, and I moved in front of them. I undid my trousers and freed my penis while saying, "Begin sucking."

They took turns sucking my dick, licking it with their tongues, and lip-locking my testicles. The feeling of being served by two young guys was truly divine.

"Climb onto the bed, next to each other, and assume the position on your hands and knees," I commanded.

They both followed my instructions and positioned themselves next to each other. I stood behind Dillon and was about to insert my penis into his rectum when I asked, "Kiss nonstop until I tell you."

They turned towards one another and commenced their embrace as I screwed Dillon forcefully and fervently.

I switched to Ben's rectum and repeated the action, all the while they continued their lip-lock.

My desire for them grew intensely, and I was close to climax. I demanded, "Kneel before me."

Both obediently kneeled in front of me, and I instructed, "Suck it."

Ben started sucking first, and then Dillon took over. Just as my ejaculation was imminent, I instructed, "Place your faces together, side by side, and part your lips."

I held their hair in the area of their heads with my left hand and kept their heads in place while I gripped my member with my right hand and unleashed a massive orgasm onto their cheeks and tongues.

Upon concluding my ejaculation, I swiped my penis in their mouths and declared, "Cleanse each other."

They repositioned themselves, both looking like frosted doughnuts, and began licking each other's cheeks. Once it was clean, I said, "Kiss again."

They resumed their affectionate lip-lock.

As soon as no trace of my spunk remained, I said, "That was top-notch."

"Damn right it was," Dillon said.

"I'm overflowing with semen," Ben declared with a chuckle.

I exhaled a sigh of relief and remarked, "Now, you two must shower. Take your equipment and wash them."

"Oh, he's significantly nicer after cumming," Ben remarked to Dillon.

"Oh, my gosh! Indeed?" Dillon responded.

"He's satisfied both of us; it's time to reciprocate," Ben stated.

"I agree," Dillon offered. "We've both been rendered airtight due to your sexual performance. It's time to repay the favor."

"Don't instigate me," I said.

"Believe me, Ben. The possibility of that is looking more appealing by the moment," stated Dillon.

I made an effort to lift myself up and Ben interfered by pulling my arms away from the underside of my body.

"Hold his arms," Ben commanded Dillon, and he fulfilled the instruction by grabbing my arms before keeping them firmly behind my back while continuing to take advantage of my rear end.

With Ben's legs to either side of my body, he placed a hand on the back of my head and violated my mouth with his hips. The sweat and muskiness around him made me feel like I was moments away from climaxing again, just from being used this way by both of them.

I was barely able to utter words over Ben's dick's assault on the back of my throat, so the only response they heard was garbled speech. Ben eventually removed his penis and posed the question, "What was that?"

"If you'll let me get up, I'll go along with whatever," I replied as I caught my breath.

"Promise?" Ben asked in response.

"Yes, I'll even participate," was my agreement.

Dillon then loosened his grip and stated, "I've always thought you were a slut."

Pulling myself upward, I assumed a position on all fours at the edge of the bed. Dillon assumed the rear position and inserted his penis yet again into my ass, while Ben stood beside the bed with one hand on his hips, exhibiting his aroused member from side to side.

I welcomed Ben into my mouth and observed them both indulging in my body in the mirror. I decided to engage in self-pleasure with my right hand while stroking myself as I watched the dynamic of them both exploiting my entry points.

They both soon realized I was watching them, and they too joined in.

"This is actually turning me on," stated Ben.

"I actually look good fucking him in the mouth," Dillon disclosed, lifting his shirt to showcase his abs contracting with each thrust.

In unison, Ben went deep into my backside while Ben thrust inside my mouth, making me jerk at an increased pace. On the verge of climax, Ben uttered, "I'm about to come. Your ass is so tight."

"Hold on, I'm almost there," Dillon divulged as they both synced up their movements.

Just when I could taste Dillon's warm discharge in my mouth and Ben's eruption of thick, hot semen in my ass, I began to climax in my hand and on the bed's sheets.

The powerful orgasm caused a ringing in my ears, and Dillon wiped his penis on my face, Ben withdrew from my ass, and I retreated to my back to recover.

"Holy cow," was my awe-struck declaration.

Ben began removing his shoes, "Time for a shower."

Taking a deep breath, I nodded, "You're right, it's pretty hot in here."

Upon standing, I withdrew their dicks from their shoes, giving them both their cleats. They both took a whiff, and Ben noted, "It smells like me and fresh laundry."

"Clearly, I never played baseball in the heat for two hours," I mentioned.

With a sense of indignation, Ben rebuked, "I guess you weren't invited?"

"No, I wasn't asked to play," I corrected.

"But you said you were tied up with work," Ben added.

"There was some truth to that," I admitted.

"Well, I'll say you were there at precisely the right moment," Dillon joked.

I collected the cleats and discarded the borrowed belt from Ben, saying, "I'll return these to your closet where I found them."

"Appreciate it," Ben replied, joining me in heading towards his room. I deposited Ben's cleats in his closet and stored his belt inside his dresser. Ben reciprocated with his own cleats and belt.

"What I like about you borrowing my stuff is that you always put it away after using it," Ben mused.

"Can't argue with that," I retorted with a chuckle.

We entered the laundry room, proceeding to remove our baseball uniforms and toss them directly into the washing machine. I opened the washer, only to find a maid costume and other items I intended for air drying.

"Holly shit!" Dillon exclaimed.

"Oops," I said.

"Yep," Ben added.

Dillon gave us a quizzical glance.

"Will summarize: Ben cleaned up after I returned home from dropping you off, and I... played with him," I explained.

"Excellent timing then," Ben remarked.

"You have that effect on me," I said.

Dillon glanced at the laundry and the misplaced costumes, then looked between me and Ben.

"This calls for a short summary. I took what I touched after my shower," I said.

"Same," Ben echoed.

"Works for me," Dillon said.

We removed all our clothing and tossed them into the washing machine. We set the cups aside on top of the dryer.

"We'll address your, uh, accessories later," I said.

"In fact," Dillon added, "I'd also appreciate more outfits."

I took my laundry out of the washer, hanging it to dry near a rack of hangers.

"Hmm, with you not needing to attend classes on campus now, any day can be a dress-up day," I teased.

"Exactly," came the reply from Dillon.

We stepped out of the laundry room to undress and put our clean baseball uniforms in the machine.

"We'll sort out the, um, other things after this," I said, pointing at the cups in question.

"Awaiting your request for further dress-up," Dillon said.

I ventured into my room while Dillon followed.

"So, did you two fuck just to even out the playing field?" Ben asked from the hallway.

"No scores will be counted," I said. "And as for earlier, I doubt the imagination would work as well for me now."

"Didn't I obtain more than just verbal approval?" Dillon asked.

"Yup," Ben confirmed.

"A reliving memory," I said a little stirred.

"Sorry," Ben apologized.

Dillon and I then entered the bathroom located in my room to shower. After our showers, I told Dillon, "I'll be waiting," while he made use of the razor to clean up.

Once out of the shower, he remarked, "I'll be with you shortly."

I proceeded to dry off and later dressed in comfy attire. I secured Ben's shoes, his favorite Osiris D3 2001s, before returning them and retrieved a few pieces of clothing from his room. They consisted of a shirt, underwear, socks, and shorts. Dressed in Ben's clothes, I headed back to my room to remove my dirty sheets from the bed.

I disposed of them in the laundry room, waiting alongside the previously laundered baseball uniforms. I then sat on the couch, fully clothed with a mixture of Ben's and my attire.

Ben emerged from the bathroom with his clothes on, displaying my black and red Jordans on his feet, causing him to sit next to me.

"I make a good choice," he jested.

I noticed his smooth legs, stroking them affectionately.

"Indeed, that's what took me a while," Ben quipped.

"In sync with us," I said, beaming.

A short while later, Dillon walked into the living room, sitting on the other side of me. In a mix of both mine and Ben's attire, he placed his legs on both our laps.

"My apologies," he said as he rubbed his legs.

Ben burst out laughing, "Uh, yep!" he said, understanding Dillon's predicament.

"Decision made," Dillon said, addressing our earlier discussion about dress-up.

"All right, I'm currently wearing Ben's entire wardrobe, and he's got mine on too. Ben mentioned something about 'like minds,' and I knew you were shaving everything since I've already seen your nether regions. He's shaved his legs too," I told Dillon.

"Oh, you noticed?" Dillon said, grinning.

"Yeah, well, you're also wearing a mix of both of our clothes," I added.

"I did," Dillon admitted.

"Any particular piece you like?" Ben inquired.

"I can't really recognize the shoes," Dillon said, pointing to his feet.

"Those are mine," I replied.

"Hey now, don't steal my shoes," Ben teased.

"Maybe I'll just 'forget' them here," Dillon replied, grinning.

"Ah, so that's how it starts," I joked. "Taking shoes, then clothes, and soon you'll want to move in," I said teasingly.

Dillon blushed, "I dunno about that, it's not like I'm planning on living here permanently."

I suggested, "Why don't you try out living the domestic life? Let's cook dinner tonight instead of ordering out. Sharing the duties - preparation, cooking, and clean up."

We got up from our seats and went into the kitchen. Dillon was responsible for cutting the vegetables, Ben took over the grill, and I was in charge of setting the table. We all sat down to enjoy our meal and treated each other's bodies like we were already each other's.

We decided to spend the night watching a movie after we finished eating. It was a tired day, and all of us just wanted to relax.

In the morning, I awoke around 9:00 am, intending to leave the bedroom quietly, but I accidentally woke everyone up instead. I tried climbing over Ben's body when he woke up, hovering above him with my legs and arms supporting me.

He smiled up at me, "You should wake me up like this every morning."

"My parents only trust me with my own room," I said to him.

"Fair point," he diagnosed.

I got up, and pulled on Dillon's jeans and sneakers. I'd wear everything but the shirt, underwear, and socks that I had received from Ben the previous evening.

"I have some chores to do before starting work - I won't be back for very long," I said as I whipped off my sneakers.

"Do you have set class hours or can you just do it whenever you want?" I questioned Dillon.

"I need to log in for a lecture portion, but I can turn off the camera if I want."

"Cool, I'll try to schedule something around that. Maybe you can do the lecture section in my room."

Dillon shrugged, "Whatever you think is best."

"You'll say that now; wait until later before you change your tune." I smirked, leaving the room.

I completed my errands and returned back home after a while. I stepped through the front door and saw Ben clearing the dishes and Dillon was missing from the scene.

"He's probably just started his class," Ben said. "You can use the living room while he's out."

I contemplated, "I was thinking of installing some kind of rope restraint system in the dining room."

"Really?" Ben asked, interested.

I pointed to a doorway that connected the two rooms, "I'm planning to put an eye screw in each corner up top and one in the center. They're going to be used to support rope."

"Sounds like fun, tell me how I can help?" Ben said.

I passed Ben the bag full of eye screws, "You can start by marking the center of the header and driving them in. We need them to be strong enough to handle the pulling."

"Got it," Ben responded.

Ben headed towards the laundry room and retrieved the stepladder. Together, we commenced the task, measuring, drilling, and attaching the eye screws into place. Once finished, we tidied up the area and stowed the equipment away, smiling at our hard work.

"I'm sure he won't even notice," Ben smirked.

"You're probably right," I agreed.

"Ready to try it out?" I asked after a short pause.

"You know it," Ben answered with a playful eye roll.

"Think of this as a science experiment," I joked. "And who knows? Maybe it's good for you to experience suspension from time to time."

"This is called a 'cased opening,'" Ben supplied.

"Whatever it's called, stand underneath it," I told him.

"So, basically you're going to connect me to the eye screws using the rope while I'm balanced precariously on my tiptoes," Ben clarified. "And if the knots slip, I could surely faceplant."

"Essentially, yes. Let's call it the 'X' position," I quipped. "I'll lash you from the wrists, and then you'll be posed like a cross. But I'll anchor your ankles to keep you grounded," I explained as I began tying the rope.

"Do you remember a thousand things online, or did you actually have a shibari class or something?" Ben inquired.

"A bit of both, I suppose," I replied with a laugh. "But, to be fair, I didn't know it was called that until now."

Ben walked over to the 'cased opening' and assumed position.

I commenced tying his wrists to the eye screws, adjusting the tension gradually until he was standing on the very tips of his toes, gasping to maintain balance. I tied off the ends to prevent the rope from loosening and walked around him.

"Pretty impressive, right?," I smirked.

"I wasn't expecting things to take such a turn," Ben admitted. "I reckon my brain can't handle this kind of activity."

I lowered my head to his groin, pulled his shorts and underwear down, and proceeded to give him a little blowjob.

Swiftly, I released my hold on his dick and pulled his shorts back up. This was an unexpected development.

"Unfair," Ben mumbled.

"What are you gonna do about it?" I teased. "Just waiting for your grand plan."

"Alright, give me a few minutes. My brain may be foggy from the suspension, but it'll start to sort itself out later," he said.

"Meanwhile, I'll be going into your room to grab your rope," I told him. "Consider that a courtesy."

I entered Ben's room and fetched the soft, black rope. I returned to the living room and presented it to him.

"Time to untie me," Ben said as I began untying his hands.

"I thought we were finished with this," I remarked.

"I'm not done," he said lowly.

Unlacing Ben's shoes, I helped him get into the heels. First the right, and then, enabling him to step onto the left heel, allowing his shoulders to rest. I stood, and asked him, "How's that?"

"Much better," he answered, his shoulders aching from his primitive suspension.

"Got any other torturous ideas?" he questioned.

"I didn't realize I had a sadist streak," I joked.

"I didn't consider you one before," he admitted.

After moving to his room and tossing him the rope, I returned to the living room and knelt before him, removing his socks. Slipping his heels on, I began sockette removal on the right foot and steadied him as he stepped onto the left heel. His shoes were balanced gingerly on the tips of his toes. Leaving him suspended, I stood beside him.

"Interesting," he muttered. "We really went all out."

I stood, and untied his wrists from the eye screws, allowing him to adjust his footing on the heels. Finally libertated, he sat, pulled his socks out of his mouth, replaced them with his sneakers and collected the cast-off heels.

"Not bad," Ben considered. "You played with my head, but this was pretty fun."

"Heh," I mocked modestly. "I did say waiting was part of the experiment."

Ben turned slightly red and responded, "Alright then, but we need to act as a team."

"Whatever makes you feel more comfortable," I replied.

I spotted the marks on his wrists caused by the rope and inquired, "Ah, these aren't good. How are you feeling?"

"Huh?" Ben wondered, glancing at me and then his wrists. "I didn't even realize that. I was too focused on everything else happening," he admitted.

"Perhaps it's better to use the leather restraints with cushioning. They should leave fewer marks," I suggested.

"Good idea," Ben agreed, getting up to fetch them from his room.

Returning with the restraints in hand, he placed them on the table beside the rope.

"Do you know where the locks are?" I inquired.

"Um, I believe so. Give me a moment to check," he said.

A few minutes later, he came back with four small brass locks and the keys in hand, handing them to me.

"Excellent," I said. "I'd like to tie you up again in various positions to prove it works later."

"Sigh, alright," Ben reluctantly agreed.

"Don't pretend you're not enthusiastic about being re-tied up," I teased.

"Shut up," Ben said, trying to hide his grin.

"Please put on the ankle straps first," I instructed.

Ben put them on and buckled them as tightly as possible.

"Remember the locks," I reminded him.

He handed me the wrist straps, and I buckled them as tightly as I could, then attached the locks.

"Alright, strip," I ordered.

"What?" Ben questioned.

"Take everything off," I requested firmly.

"Why?" he asked.

"It'll be less constricting," I answered.

Ben stripped naked and we walked over to the case opening. I secured the wrist straps behind his back using a double-sided bolt snap, moving the rope through the rings on the wrist cuffs. Then, I wrapped the rope around his wrists a few times before tying it off and feeding the rope through the eye screw in the middle of the opening.

"Spread your feet," I instructed.

"How wide?" Ben asked.

"Keep going. A little wider," I teased.

He spread his feet another 24 inches apart. I then pulled on the rope to angle his arms behind him. His chest was parallel to the ground, and I fastened the rope at the eye screw to secure his feet. I went to the laundry room to find some nylon rope.

"Stay right there," I said to Ben.

He complied.

I brought the nylon rope back and went through the rings on the ankle cuffs, connecting them to the eye screw near the ground and tying them off to prevent him from closing his feet together. I did the same on the other side.

I returned to the front of him, his ass exposed. His private parts hung down. I approached him, picked up his head using his hair, and drove my crotch into his face.

"Perfect," I declared, slapping his ass.

He was standing on tiptoe, almost like wearing invisible high heels. He tried to bring his feet closer together, and I chuckled, "Now what?"

To address this, I journeyed to the living room, where Dillon was sitting on my bed, computer on his lap.

"Hey," I whispered.

"What's going on?" Dillon inquired. "I'm just finishing up with my studies."

"Can you take a brief pause?" I asked.

"Of course," Dillon agreed.

I steered him out to the living room, showing him the situation with Ben.

"Wow, you two have been busy," Dillon noted.

"Ah, fuck," Ben sighed.

"Why don't you join me and help me use it?" I proposed to Dillon.

"Sure!" Dillon exclaimed, quickly discarding his shorts and underwear.

I removed my shorts and underwear and circled in front of Ben. I grabbed his head by the hair again, pressed my dick against his mouth, and he started sucking it.

Dillon maneuvered underneath Ben and began sucking on his dick.

I quickly became rock hard, so I removed my penis from Ben's mouth, let his head relax and drop, and positioned myself behind him. I crouched down, spat on his anus, then stood up and began working my erect penis into him as Dillon was still orally pleasing him.

I started gently and told Dillon, "Go suck your own dick."

Dillon stood up, moved to Ben's front, and lifted his head by the chin. Ben looked up at Dillon and opened his mouth. Dillon inserted his penis into Ben's mouth and held his head by the jaw with both hands. Dillon allowed the motion of my fucking Ben's anus to propel him forward, resulting in deepthroating Dillon.

I carried on fucking Ben, holding his hips, and thrusting as forcefully as possible inside him. Ben was finding it challenging to maintain his balance, standing on his toes, and unable to move.

Eventually, I ejaculated deeply within Ben's anus and told Dillon, "It's your turn now."

Dillon got behind Ben and fucked him arduously.

Following this act, Dillon left and said, "This is going to be a fun sequence of events."

"Can someone remove these bonds now?" Ben inquired as he felt jizz seeping from his anus.

I made my way towards Ben and untied the bond from the top screw-eye. I undid the bond from around his wrists, separated the wrist straps, and Ben raised his hands in front of him. I reconnected the wrist straps with the screw-eye snap, threaded the cord through the screw-eye, and tensed it to raise Ben's hands above his head as he stood upright. He was once again standing on his toes, and I fastened the rope to restrict him from coming down.

"I believe he deserves a reward," I expressed to Dillon while glancing between Dillon and Ben's impressive erection.

"I concur," Dillon agreed as he knelt in front of Ben and commenced sucking his penis again.

While Dillon was orally gratifying Ben, I wrapped my arms around Ben's throat and kissed him passionately. I pinched his nipples and swatted his buttocks while he was constrained and receiving oral.

After a few minutes, Ben announced, "I'm about to climax," and Dillon began forcefully bobbing his head up and down until Ben was ejaculating in his mouth. I assumed he would stop, but he persisted with his endeavor. Ben was balling his fists and curling his toes. I was flicking and licking his erect nipples when he came a second time.

The second time Ben came, he was panting loudly and attempting to recover when he said, "Holy shit. That was worth it. Can someone let me down now? There's your semen trickling down my leg."

I unbound his hands and retracted the left ankle cord. When Ben bent over to undo the right ankle cord, Dillon visited, picked up Ben's high heels, and returned to the couch to place them on Ben.

"Fucking attractive," Ben stated just before Dillon planted a kiss on him.

"Please, I can't produce much more jizz," Ben said humorously.

Dillon deactivated the ankle and wrist restraints, and Ben started undoing them.

"I've never had so much jizz within me or been so drained halfway through the day," Ben said.

"I guess you're turning into more of a slut," I joked.

"I'm strictly a slut for you two," Ben respondent.

Dillon was readjusting his underwear, when he realized that Ben's high heels were amiss. He went to pick them up, approached the couch, and placed them on Ben.

"I really like how these look on me. I'm thinking of painting my toenails." Dillon contemplated.

"You can absolutely be the 'femboy' of this trio," I joked.

Dillon turned flush.

"Trio?" Dillon inquired.

"You're aware of what a trio is, stupid," I said lightheartedly.

"But have you spoken with anyone about it?" Dillon inquired. "Give me the cuffs," he commanded Ben. Ben started unlocking and relieving him of the ankle and wrist restraints.

"Clearly, I have," I stated. "Recall the period you ruined the skip-to-my-lou game, and you stayed with me to spend the weekend."

"I realized it!" Ben exclaimed.

Dillon accepted the fetters from Ben.

"I suppose you've toyed with the idea?" Dillon hypothesized.

"Certainly, I have," I confirmed. "Directly after."

Ben released the cuffs to Dillon.

"Calm down, mate," I said hastily. "Remember when we dropped him off, you were on board with the idea."

"Did we really discuss it?" Dillon inquired, a hint of disappointment on his face. He accepted the handcuffs from Ben and began to attach them to his ankles.

"We debated the concept," I replied. "I proposed the possibility of a trio because of the connection beyond just intercourse."

"Clever," Ben chimed in.

I proceeded to handcuff Ben's wrists and lock the buckles.

"This part seems interesting," Dillon observed, fiddling with the wrist cuffs. "By the way, do you think this chest harness has a D-ring on the back?"

"Probably," I remarked.

Dillon went to my room to examine the harness.

"Timing couldn't be better for this discussion," Ben muttered softly. "You've got us with your seed on display."

Dillon returned with the chest harness, and we discussed the potential of the D-ring.

"Testing it sounds like a wise move," Dillon commented. "Unless it's just for show."

"That's a good point. And it's such a handsome face," I teased.

Dillon blushed. "Shut up, will you?"

"No pressing decisions," I said. "We all have sexual affinities for each other. It'd be a shame if one was excluded. This throuple might be short-lived once everyone leaves for university."

Ben scratched his head. "Well, I guess it's clear where you stand."

"We can keep things as they are, if that's what you prefer," I offered. "I'm content with playing with you two any time we can."

"Obviously," Dillon stated. "Slut."

"The obstacle would be deciding who does what, how frequently," Dillon pondered. "You two live together, so you can have sex multiple times a day. I can visit occasionally, but it's not the same."

"Valid point," I responded. "However, it's no different from last week's situation."

"Exactly," Dillon said. "I get what we're aiming for, but we need to talk about this more. When we're clothed and in a coherent state."

"Fine," I capitulated. "We'll bring it up again later."

Ben gestured with his hand, needing to adjust the cuffs, and as he did, an outline of his erection was visible.

"Wow, look at that," Ben remarked with a laugh.

"You know I'm easily distracted," I replied.

"Actually, it would be nice," Dillon said, "To have a degree of certainty. Knowing there's a spot for me here."

I nodded in understanding. "We'll have to discuss this amongst ourselves a few times and discuss our thoughts."

Dressing, we exited the living room and headed to the bedrooms for our clothing. I put on a polo shirt and jeans and slipped into Ben's Osiris D3 2001s, mildly barefoot. I grabbed my wallet and keys and returned to the living room.

Dillon joined me on the couch, wearing one of my shirts, Ben's jeans, and Dillon's Dr. Marten boots while playing on his phone. A few moments later, Ben emerged, clad in a black t-shirt, my jeans, and Dillon's black and red Jordans.

"Ready?" Ben asked, standing near the couch.

"Yes," I said, standing and turning to face him.

Dillon rose and queried, "Where are we headed?"

"A nearby restaurant with sit-down service should suffice," I suggested.

We left the residence, locked the door behind us, and strolled to the restaurant down the street.

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In the restaurant, we enjoyed a meal and chatted about various topics. I shared details of my work experience, while Dillon shared news from his school. Ben, on the other hand, expressed his desire to hit the gym several times a week for maintaining his physical fitness.

I suggested that Ben sleep in his room on those days when he plans to go to the gym, to avoid disturbing us when he leaves. I explained that the snuggling position is quite complicated, making it difficult to sneak away quietly.

"Makes sense," Ben replied. "What about going to the gym in the afternoon? While you're working and Dillon's studying?"

"That's a much better idea," I said. "It's unlikely to be overly crowded during that time. Have a look at it tomorrow and see how busy it is.

"Sounds good," Ben agreed.

Following our dinner, we headed back home. We all settled down on the couch with our feet resting on the coffee table. I admired Ben's boots

"I like these boots," I stated.

"I like those D3s," Dillon remarked.

"They're mine," Ben clarified.

"You sure?" I asked him regarding the ownership of the boots. "We've been sharing things, I thought we were maintaining the communal setup. Also, I make sure you have them during your practices and games..."

"A lucky shoe, maybe?" Dillon questioned in a perplexed tone.

"No, these are the only pair he's been wearing as regular shoes after his games and practices for baseball and football last year. After removing his cleats, he keeps the socks on and wears them for the rest of the day. He's basically cultivating his jock aroma," I explained further and handed him a shoe.

Dillon sniffed and inhaled its fragrance before returning it to me.

"I see," he said, rubbing his groin. "This is practically a natural aphrodisiac."

"Here, try them on," I replied, placing the shoe back on my bare foot. "You'll be able to smell his games and practices in there. The scent isn't bad; it's just a hint of jockiness. It's all about his masculinity."

"I get it." Dillon understood the significance. "Plus, the shoes match his sports uniform colors. I'm a fan of that."

The next day, Dillon and I woke up at the same time, both had alarms set for 8:00 AM. I showered first and as I was about to turn off the shower, Dillon asked me to leave the water running. I stepped out and handed him a towel, then he jumped into the shower. "Thanks," he said.

The casual nakedness without diving right into sex was a pleasant feeling, which we all had grown accustomed to, yet it was still interesting. It was a reminder that we could simply relax together.

I dried off, hung my towel, and headed to my bedroom to change. I didn't pay much attention to what I was wearing - whether it was my, Ben's, or Dillon's clothes. It didn't matter. I pulled on a pair of Dillon's DC Spartan Highs and walked to the living room. It sounded like Ben was still in the shower. I wondered if our water heater was large enough to handle all of us comfortably.

As I took a seat at the dining table to start working, I heard Ben in the shower. It made me curious about the capacity of our hot water heater.

After a short while, Ben and Dillon both went to the kitchen. They were making breakfast and asked if I wanted anything. "No, thanks," I replied. "You know I'm not a big fan of breakfast."

"Do you want a coffee or something?" Ben inquired.

I looked up, smiled, and said, "Sure thing, little cousin. Thanks."

Ben blushed slightly since I only called him that when he was being kind.

A while later, Ben served me my coffee the way I liked it. Then, he headed back to my room and said, "I'll let you know when I'm done for today. I'm going to leave the door open, so let me know if the lecture is too irritating or anything."

Ben sat across from me at the dining table as he ate his bowl of cereal.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" he asked nervously.

"Dairy before working out?" I asked.

"Yes, it's not going to be a difficult workout; I don't want to make myself sick or anything," he replied.

Ben finished his cereal, asked if he could borrow my car, and left for the gym.

I sat silently, trying to complete my work as soon as possible. I could hear Dillon's lecture faintly from the other room.

Hours passed, and I was almost caught up with my work when Dillon emerged from the living room.

"Study break?" I questioned.

"No, I'm done for today," he said.

I looked at the clock and noticed it had been almost three hours. "Wow! Time is going by quickly today," I exclaimed.

"Yes, and there won't be any more live lectures. It's all just reading and completing worksheets now. I'll have to go back for the test in a few weeks, but now it's learn at my own pace, so that's nice," Dillon stated.

"That is nice," I agreed. "I'm thinking of emailing my boss to see if I can work flexible hours or take some PTO."

"That could be great," Dillon said. "Then you wouldn't have to be on your laptop at the same time every day."

"I can technically work from anywhere if I use my phone as a hotspot," I said.

"Do you know when Ben will be back?" Dillon asked.

"I was expecting him to be home by now," I said. "Can you check where he is by tracking his phone?" I asked.

"Yes, I'd forgotten that we're all sharing our locations with each other," Dillon responded, pulling out his phone.

"It's almost like we're already in a committed relationship," I said, grinning.

"Almost," Dillon grinned back. "Or three guys who are really good friends."

"So close, we're often inside each other for extended periods of time," I added with a bigger smile.

Dillon chuckled and said, "Okay, fair enough. Maybe we've already crossed that line, and we just haven't labeled it yet. It seems Ben is still at the gym."

"He's probably taking his time so he's not just sitting alone when he gets back," I said. "It'll be a pleasant surprise for him to find us finished with our work."

"I have an idea," Ben said. "I'll need your help after I change."

"Sure, take your time because I'm about to send an email to my boss regarding working more flexible hours or maybe taking time off," I said.

After a few minutes, Ben reemerged into the living room, wearing nothing but high-heel stripper shoes, a leather chest harness, ankle cuffs, and wrist cuffs.

"Tie me up like you did to Ben, so I'm just open and waiting when he walks in," Dillon requested.

"Okay, let's hurry because he just left," Dillon added, glancing at his phone.

Ben placed his phone on the dining room table and turned away from me. I tied his hands behind his back through the center eye screw at the top of the cased opening. Then, I tied his ankles to the eye screws on the corners. This left him stretching his feet apart, balancing on his toes, and bent over at the waist.

"Do you want me to warm you up?" Dillon asked.

"No," I said. "Let Ben go first this time, but I'll put a butt plug in you to begin stretching you a bit. Then, you can suck my dick to get yourself even hornier."

"Sounds fine to me," Dillon replied.

"Hang out for a minute," I said. "I'll be back in a second."

"You'll never stop with these lousy puns, will you?" Dillon sighed.

"Probably not," I grinned.

I went to my room, grabbed some lube, and a butt plug. I returned to the living room, with a smear of lube on Dillon's tight, pink, puckered anus and some more on the lubed-up butt plug. I lowered my shorts to my thighs and presented my erection to Dillon, who started sucking. I began fingering Dillon's hole, applying the lube, then eased the butt plug inside.

There was a little bit of resistance before it slid in fully. After that, I returned to my seat in front of my computer.

"I just received a message from my boss," I said, checking my phone. "He's allowing me to work whenever I want, as long as I don't keep unanswered emails for too long - one to two business days. That's kind of like having PTO without using my PTO."

"Dude, those puns are hilarious," Dillon quipped.

I continued to browse my email and periodically glanced over the laptop to spy on Dillon's contorted legs balancing him and his plugged backside.

"How come you're not in the chat?" Ben inquired, walking through the front door.

"I'm here, just behind you," my reply stated.

"Where's Dillon?"

"You'll see him when you round the corner," I instructed.

Ben removed his clothes and entered the dining room, where he discovered Dillon, strung up and secured.

"What the hell?" Ben muttered.

"Here's your friend; as you can see, he's all yours to do with as you please."

"Is that how I looked earlier?"

"Yes."

"Well, I can't believe you did that to him."

"We decided to switch roles," I reasoned.

"What's up, baby?" Ben inquired as he walked closer to Dillon.

"Just chilling," Dillon replied.

"I see!" I laughed.

Dillon squirmed at this point.

"You can't help yourself," I said with a laugh.

"Damn you!" Dillon exclaimed.

Ben pulled down his shorts, stepped out of them, and began to fondle and jerk off his penis while smacking it against Dillon's mouth.

"Suck it, bitch!" Ben commanded.

Dillon accepted Ben's dick and began to suck. After Ben became hard, he walked behind Dillon, pulled out the butt plug, put it down, and slowly penetrated Dillon's asshole. Dillon jumped in surprise and remained immobile due to his restraints.

With Dillon immobile, Ben gripped the harness at Dillon's back and thrust his hips, fucking Dillon rhythmically. Ben's ass was tennis-ball sized within the straps of his jockstrap, and Dillon's legs were spread enough to make it challenging to maintain his balance in those heels.

After a couple of minutes of hammering Dillon's ass, Ben reached out in front of Dillon, began stroking his own penis, and announced, "Here goes."

Dillon exploded in orgasm while Ben pounded his ass. Ben couldn't hold Dillon's dick any longer and pulled his own hand away. He embraced Dillon around his waist and began to pound furiously, causing Dillon to moan loudly.

Ben finally vented as well, shouting, "That's just what I needed."

I, meanwhile, witnessed the event in progress and was rock hard. I arose, walked over to Ben, and rubbed the head of my penis against Dillon's ass. Ben moved out of the way, revealing Dillon's exposed backside. Across from them, I stood and told Ben, "It's my turn now. Let's flip them."

I bent Ben over in front of Dillon, so that he was almost touching Dillon's face. I positioned myself behind Ben and intruded up Ben's ass. After pointing out Ben's ass, I stood him up, embraced him, and reached inside his jockstrap to grab his penis and testicles. I sped up my thrusting and, with my other hand, fondled his genitals.

Ben sensed my pleasure and wanted to partake.

"I'm here, my turn," Ben avowed as he bent over the chair he'd previously been bound to.

Without my knowing, Dillon, aware of Ben's intentions, suddenly regained control and began to beat me, pleading and shouting while holding me back from Ben. When I finally released him, I pushed Ben onto the chair and commenced to eat his ass hungrily. Starting with his sphincter, I worked my way down to his lower region as he shouted he was about to cum. I pushed him back into the chair and inhited his release in my mouth. I returned to Dillon and rooted with my tongue, causing Dillon's legs to level against the chair.

"Give me what I want," Dillon said.

Next, I got on top of Dillon and, using some lube, began to penetrate him. After several strokes, I rested his torso against my chest.

Ben, now relaxed, got up and declared, "You've been through it all."

Dillon, now face-to-face with Ben, clasped his hands together while riding me and said, "Right behind you, baby."

"What?"

"I'll be over your shoulder," Dillon revealed.

Ben understood and angrily turned around.

I slapped Dillon's ass, allowing us to stand with our torsos intertwined.

Ben was making delighted noises and then I bent him over, making him put his hands on the ground and spread his legs apart. His hips were in my grip and I made love to him aggressively, until I reached my climax and gave him a deep load.

I gently removed myself from his person, grabbed the shorts he'd used to clean himself, and wiped myself down with them. Ben was still on the floor, catching his breath, while Dillon was just hanging out.

I strolled over to where Dillon was hanging from an eye screw above him, but only loose his hands and not his arms. As he stood upright, Ben bent his knees and started sucking Dillon's crotch.

I fixed my attire - underwear and shorts - and sat on the couch. Ben was showing patience, providing steady strokes to Dillon's manhood while Dillon explored for the butt plug by hand. He found it and positioned it to penetrate himself, and just then he came in Ben's mouth. Ben placed a hand on Dillon's crotch to manipulate the penis, milking every last drop from him and into his mouth.

Ben got up and wiped his mouth off with his thumb. He maneuvered to release Dillon's wrists and sat down next to me on the couch.

Dillon traced a finger along the strings hanging from his ankles. When they were free, he did the same with the string at his right ankle, till he was untied. He pulled out the rope via the ankle straps and went to sit with us on the couch on the other side.

"That was fun," Dillon remarked.

"Absolutely!" Ben concurred.

"To be honest, I liked watching more than I thought I would," I said.

"You've always enjoyed that, though," Ben claimed.

"You caught me there," I said with a grin. "But seeing you go at him like that - especially when he couldn't escape and was totally into it - was HOT."

"Well, you had me bound, and you had me waiting for a while before Ben came over," Dillon revealed.

"I am definitely not complaining," I said. "And it all went exactly according to plan."

"So, what now?" Ben asked.

"I think a nap is in order," I said.

"Let's do it!" Dillon said.

"Alright, I'm taking a shower first. I smell like gym water."

I gave my approval and watched Dillon leave. I got into bed, and highly dedicated men came on either side of me. Dillon plopped on the bed and his head found purchase next to mine, his arm across my chest and the other across Ben's torso. His leg draped itself over both our legs. Ben entered the room, cleanly dressed in a jockstrap and knee-high baseball socks, and took a place on the bed, mirroring Dillon's actions. While Dillon rested his head on me, Ben replicated Dillon's position. My sandwiched meat between these guys delights me greatly. We snoozed shortly thereafter.

The nap continued for about an hour and a half, not bad for a short Summer rest.

"Perfect amount of sleep," Dillon said.

"Agreed," Ben and I both proclaimed.

"Do mind if I keep this on?" Dillon asked while referring to the attachments.

"No problems from me as long as you don't have a problem with me staying naked," Ben said while fastening a spiked leather collar around his neck.

"All good here," I said.

Ben passed me a plug and rose to face me.

"Preparing for next time, are you?" I asked, smiling.

"What do you think?"

The room was pitch dark as I drew my curtains to shut out the daylight. I snuggled into bed with the two, and Dillon quickly snuggled in next to me and wrapped himself around. Ben imitated the move behind Dillon's back and joined us. We all lay in the pitch dark and soaked in the comfort. Sleep, eventually, came to us.

We didn't sleep for long - perhaps 90 minutes - but it was a satisfying mid-afternoon Summer nap.

"That's just what I needed," Dillon said.

"Same." Ben affirmed.

"It's okay with you if I keep these, right?" Dillon inquired while indicating the straps.

"As long as you don't care about me staying naked." Ben joked while putting his high-heeled leather boots into my hands.

"Sounds good to me,"

Dillon assisted me in standing up, removed his plug, and knelt in front of Ben, encouraging Ben's dick to enter his bottom. We successfully adjusted the angle and Ben managed to penetrate Dillon's buttocks while still riding me reverse cowgirl.

Our momentum was established and we were seemingly nearing climax. I remarked, "The first person to reach orgasm has to make dinner," and the boys snickered. I began pinching Dillon's nipples, which he couldn't resist due to his wrists being locked to his ankles.

He shrieked, "That's not fair!" amidst my rhythmic thrusting. His anal area constricted over my penis.

"Ah, f*ck me!" Dillon exclaimed as I halted and grabbed the back of his chest strap, releasing his nipples and thrusting forcefully into him.

Ben stood up and inserted his penis in Dillon's mouth, aggressively overshooting Dillon's throat in what's known as skull-fucking.

Ben and I both came simultaneously, inundating Dillon's anus and mouth with a torrent of semen.

Dillon gulped Ben's effluences and tongue-cleansed his member before I removed his cuff bolts and enabled him to stand.

Ben showcased his now glistening fingertip doused in sperm and informed Dillon, "You came first," laterally referring to the race.

Dillon lay flat on his back, beaming with pleasure.

"It's quite unjust. You know how sensitive my nipples are," Dillon disclosed to me.

"I should've known," I chimed, "No fair."

Ben chuckled, "You'll make a damn fine kitchen hand."

"I agree," piped Dillon.

Dressing himself in a tight compression shirt despite its tightness, a spiky collar, a jockstrap, knee-high socks, and his Osiris D3 2001 shoes, Ben dressed.

Dillon clothed himself in leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a chest harness, and extravagant, high-heeled shoes for strippers. My appearance was far more casual - I donned a t-shirt, basketball shorts, nondescript socks, and the Spartan Highs borrowed from Dillon. The underwear I wore before gets unexplained.

"Will you be OK with these cuffs?" I enquired of Dillon.

"Perhaps not," Dillon answered playfully. "I'll be back." The high-heeled footsteps were soon drowned by his vanishing down the hallway.

Ben contemplated, "Can we continue to this fashion forever?"

"Certainly," I replied mirthfully. "While the aura of lust lingers, we should cherish it."

"I'm pondering longevity," Ben mentioned.

I laughed, "This shall keep us occupied for a while, but most likely it'll wane with time."

Ben provided Dillon with four miniature brass padlocks and inquired, "Shall I secure these?"

Dillon seated himself beside me and I affixed each lock to his wrists and ankles. He proffered the keys and stated, "I'll take them off when you instruct."

"You're just the spiciest cum slut," I complimented while palming one nipple.

Dillon's erection instantly began.

"Sincerely?" I checked.

"I advised you they were touchy!" Dillon objected ashamedly.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about! You're now my favored plaything!" I rejoiced as I squeezed the other nipple delicately.

"I can't cum that often!" Dillon whimpered playfully.

I desisted, and he turned to vanish. I spanked his buttocks and he audibly reacted with excitement.

Upon reaching the kitchen, Dillon donned an apron and prepared our repast. We inquired if he required assistance, to which he said, "Absolutely not. I lost the game and hence I'll look after this."

A reasonably short while passed, and Dillon returned bearing a platter of cheeseburgers and fries surrounded by a grizzly display of sauces and garnishes.

"Astonishing!" I exclaimed, intrigued by the display.

"The aliment or my buttocks?" Dillon requested cagily.

"Both!" I retorted enthusiastically.

"I want to enjoy both of you, so... I'll take both," I declared.

"You're such a suck-up," Ben teased.

"I'm trying my best, perhaps even a bit of ass-kissing," I replied with a wink.

"Oh my, did you get him pregnant or something? These dad jokes are terrible," Ben laughed.

We had dinner together, watched TV, and enjoyed each other's company. At the end of the evening, we all washed up and retired to our respective beds.

In the morning, I was awakened by the sight of Ben engaging in doggy style with Dillon, mere inches from me. Instruction control, arousal activated. I quickly reached for my shaft and began stroking as I watched them couple. Ben noticed my awake presence and questioned, "Are you going to join, or just watch?"

Acquiescence granted. I positioned myself behind Ben, spread his ass, and introduced my lubed-up equipment to his waiting pucker. I stood still and let him take charge, thrusting at a steady rhythm. His rhythm dictated our conjoined performance. I reached my hands onto his back and joined his every thrust.

"Oh, fuck!" Ben moaned.

I pulled back, giving him control for a few more minutes, but I couldn't resist the opportunity. Grabbing his mane, I powered into him with every thrust. The visual spectacle of Ben simultaneously wrecking Dillon and fulfilling a carnal need of his own was mesmerizing.

"Oh, fuck!" Ben shouted.

Eventually, I couldn't hold back any longer. Pausing Ben's fuckfest, I retook control and plunged my spasming schlong into his waiting asshole.

"Fuck me like you mean it!" I urged.

Hearing these words, Dillon didn't disappoint. He hit Ben's asshole with force, and I celebrated his efforts by wrapping my hands around Ben's torso. A few repetitions later, I achieved ejaculation and retired my spent member.

With Ben settled back on his hands and knees, I presented my semen-coated dick to Dillon for oral relief. I stood up on the bed, towering over Ben, and Dillon acquiesced.

The two swapped positions and Dillon replicated our previous encounter.

Post-cleanse, Ben approached the shower door, "I'm gonna take a quick shower."

"I'll join you," Dillon answered.

I lathered up my body, enjoying solitude. A few minutes later, Dillon appeared, sliding lithely into the shower.

I handed him a loofah, continuing to apply suds while facing away from Dillon. Once complete, he approached and began washing my back wordlessly.

He descended lower until my ass was in his view. He murmured, "I didn't get to finish from this morning."

"What's lost is what's life." I mocked.

"The true shame would be missing out on a prime occasion," he countered, natural expression of desire to be found.

He pulled his dick out of reach, replaced it with a thing of beauty, and whispered in my ear, "Sit on my face so he can clean me up."

Dillon marveled over his creation, slowly fucking my mouth after I was deep in my cleanup.

Once cleansed, I retired to the living room, baring my previously dirty window to the world. Ben was slouching on the couch, his attire haphazard: a t-shirt, basketball shorts, mismatched socks, and a pair of Dillon's shoes.

"So..." Ben began, "Explaining the situation - how do you both feel about it?"

"What's the situation?" I asked, suspecting he heard us.

"I'm having a good time and think you two are, too. Is this going anywhere, or are we just going to continue having a daily orgy until Dillon leaves?"

"Let's all write down what each of us wants," I suggested. "We'll flip them simultaneously."

"Looks like this is the least uncomfortable option," Ben mentioned.

"Alright," Dillon concurred.

I picked up a sheet of paper, divided it into three parts, and passed one to each of them with a pen. We wrote something down and set our paper facedown on the table. We significantly stared at the pieces for a few moments whilst maintaining an awkward silence before I started shuffling them around like a three-card trick.

Ben shook his head in disdain, while Dillon chuckled.

"You're such a loser," Ben said.

"Choose one," I told Ben.

He turned the center one over.

"Throuple" it read, my handwriting.

"Your turn," I told Dillon.

He hesitated for a second and chose the one on the left.

"Throuple" it read in his handwriting.

"Final round. What's the likelihood it matches?" I said.

I flipped mine over, and it read "Throuple" in Ben's handwriting.

We all remained silent for a moment, shocked.

"Well, it's pretty much decided then," I remarked. "We're officially in a throuple."

"Cool," Dillon responded.

"So, how are we going to put this into action?" Ben questioned.

"Haven't a clue," I replied. "You two haven't come out at school, so PDA is out of the question. You'll definitely be spending more time together between school and sports, but we'll have the evenings and weekends. Dillon already has a key and his own space in the closet. This seems more like a formality."

"Pretty much," Dillon agreed. "Seems like more sleepovers will happen in the future."

"Ben is an incredible tutor and his cousin is always home to babysit us," Ben mimicked Dillon's tone.

"Nice one," I replied.

Thus, that's how it all began.

In the next installment, I'll tell you about how Ben and Dillon started making money selling used/worn sports gear.

Thank you for reading!

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