Triple Brotherly Love

Ted and May Kingsbury wanted to start a family. Ted fucked his wife three times a day until she became pregnant. The gynecologist examined May and did the usual ultrasound test; he discovered that she was carrying male triplets. Ted was over-delighted and decided that his sons would bear names that echoed the pleasure he had in seeding his wife. He called them Francis, Umberto and Christopher Kingsbury (F.U.C.K.). He joked in giving nicknames to the identical triplets: Fuck I, Fuck II, Fuck III.

Each boy had his own bed, but they often ended up cuddling in the same bed. They quickly became inseparable in their games, sports and fitness activities. The parents noticed that Francis, Umberto and Christopher developed all their muscles in a manly fashion by going to the gym three times a week. On their eighteenth birthday, the triplets received very tight faded blue jeans and a leather jacket. Their father could not resist in saying: “Dressed this way, you will attract chicks like honey attracts bears.”

In fact, the triplets were attracted to each other. Incest was not a word in their dictionary. The brothers kissed in the privacy of their room, and positioned themselves to simultaneously suck a glorious seven-inch cock. Francis, Umberto and Christopher showered together, soaped their hard dicks and brushed them against each other’s arse. “Fuck! This feels so good. Let’s try to shove it in each other’s shit hole.” A seven-inch rod in their butt was heaven on heart! To increase their libido, the boys got a chrome Prince Albert piercing. The feel of metal in the mouth and ass holes was simply divine!

To keep their dad happy, the triplets dressed up in tight jeans ans leather jacket to go cruising in local popular bars and discos. They took note of the atmosphere and told their parents how much fun they had. In reality, the boys had one drink, and then left for more gay-friendly venues. Francis, Umberto and Christopher were popular among other guys… who responded eagerly to their lustful gazes. The triplets are not Catholic and ignore the prophecy laid out by Matthew 22:14: “many are called, but few are chosen”. They however follow that testimony when it comes to having sex. Their gaydar is programmed to only spot men who are willing to fool around with the three of them simultaneously. Their moto reads: “if I fuck you, my two brothers also plough your face or ass.”

After their routine exercise program in the gym, Francis, Umberto and Christopher examine each other in the locker room, wearing only a jockstrap. Francis worships Umberto’s biceps; Christopher licks Francis’ pecs and thighs; Umberto kisses Christopher’s butt. They adore sniffing sweaty hairy armpits, sucking perky nipples, getting hard and frotting jockstrap bulges. The triplets shower together, get their ass crack all soapy, and shove their cock in brotherly fuck holes.

Francis, Umberto and Christopher got a summer job on a construction site, and often went from there to the gym. One day, after a sweaty shift, they took a short-cut through a back alley known as “cruising lane” amongst gay men. Umberto was the first one to notice a teenager whose powerful legs and arse were encased in extremely tight denim bleacher jeans; his so well-defined thighs and calves were pouring down into shiny black twenty-holes Grinder boots with white laces. Umberto went directly to the point:

“You love a dirty cock, don’t ya?”

“I like the taste of men, especially after a filthy day on the construction site.”

The teenager’s powerful Grinder boots, plus the thick leather belt and studded wrist cuffs, offered a striking vision. Francis, Umberto and Christopher were transfixed by the hardness of Damian’s punk look. His slightly snarling smile was also very sexy and alluring. The triplets didn’t have to lure Damian to follow them. He kept saying: “Bring it on guys, I’m hungry for cock!” They ended up in an abandoned warehouse, free to indulge in man-to-man pleasures. Nice view, Umberto said as he grabbed the punk’s arse cheeks and started parting them. Francis growled into Damian’s ear: “You have a great cunt for breeding, bitch!”

What the young lad lacked in length, he made up in girth. His dark pubes were bushy and unruly. He was a tease and a flirt, and he loved to sub. While Umberto shoved his hard rod in Damian’s sultry velvet channel, his rut hormones plowing into him like a tidal wave, Francis and Christopher were possessed by lust, by a virile need and an unbelievable desperation for the young lad’s body. They double face-fucked the jubilant punk, making him feel like he’d been put through a meat grinder, his entire body a symphony of divine aches and awesome pains. Being filled from both ends, Damian’s body was glistening with sweat, beads running down his abs, chest and back. The feeling of being dominated and owned by three gay demons was simply awesome!

Francis, Umberto and Christopher never thought that their wildest dream could come true. On a gay cruise in the Caribbean Islands, they met Brendon, Bruce and Blaine, three identical triplets who were almost a mirror image of themselves. Same age, same virile look, same built, same mutual attraction. They had drinks together, shared a cozy dining room table, went on the same excursions in St. Marten, the Cayman Island, St. Vincent and the Grenadines. To simplify the narration, I will call them A, B, C and X, Y, Z. They were regular clients of the gym on the upper deck. When A was on the treadmill, X would pull down his shorts to admire the peachy butt. When B was doing chest fly, Y would squeeze his crotch. When C was doing triceps kickback, Z would rub his finger in the ass crack.

They showered together, massaging each other’s back and cock frotting until precum begged to be licked. X, Y, Z had an extra-large king size bed and invited A, B, C to join them for some leather fun. The hosts put on high knee boots and dressed their guests in chaps. A, B, C. had never done it before, but licking boots came naturally. They discovered a hot reality: the longer the boots, the longer the hard-on on both partners. And a leather-gloved finger entering their arse was stimulating further blood to their cock. In no time, the moans and pleasure noises were increasing in the room, as was the heat from the action. Sucking, rimming and fucking were always a choreography of six well-hung dancers.

An ass framed in leather is obviously begging to be caressed, kissed, licked, pinched, spanked, rimmed and fucked. The crescendo scenario was followed to the letter as all six guys needed sex more than they needed food or possibly even air at this point. A, B, C and X, Y, Z were alternately Alphas and Omegas, Tops and Bottoms, filling or being filled by both ends.