The Mansion Boys...and Girl

We are reaching the end of this series, for now, Dillon will feature more prominently in future stories, so we need to get to know him and how he and Jack got together. 

Aidan and Harrison get shitfaced and have some fun. Harrison gets the fucking of a lifetime. I had fun writing that, building on a personal experience. When Aidan shares his secret about Jack to Harrison unexpectedly, he is completely surprised and confused by Harrison's response.

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Things were moving along very smoothly with the club. Brayden and Jarrin especially settled into their new roles perfectly. Justin and Dillon were really pleased that they were even more qualified than anyone had thought. They were really smart and knew their way around the business. The boys’ business savvy meant Justin and Dillon didn’t have to babysit the club, which made them happy since neither of them really wanted to be that involved in it in the first place. 

They quickly remodeled and reopened the strip club portion of the business without much fanfare, deciding to plan a bigger bash after they’ve finished the whole project. The regulars were excited about the changes and were eager to come back. Things were also going smoothly with Samuel on the party supply front.

Brayden and Jarrin moved into one of the warehouses that Jack bought that was near the club. They had it renovated into a pretty cool loft and were in the process of building their own play dungeon for their personal use. Of course, Jack helped them get established and was paying them a ridiculous amount of money to run the club.

The boys were working way more than just full time on all of the things the club needed to get going again. They loved it and were thrilled to be doing this. The staff there loved them and went out of their way to do things to make the club succeed. They were starting to work on the next phase of the club’s expansion into S&M. Brayden and Jarrin became good friends with Zach, who was managing the entertainment, and Ryan who was the club’s general manager. They also took quite a liking to the cute, new, young dancer, Donovan. So much so, that they were thinking of adding Donovan to their relationship.

Donovan was a very cute, kind of dorky, slightly awkward boy. He had just turned 18 and immediately went to the club to apply to be a dancer. Randy hired him and then proceeded to sexually harass and abuse him. Donovan reluctantly went along with it because he needed this job. Once he turned 18, he left home to get away from his physically and emotionally abusive family. He was supposed to live with a friend, but that fell through and he was homeless for a short while, living at a shelter. 

He had always been told he was cute and he figured his thin frame and big 9 inch cock would help him do well as a stripper. He’s a very naive boy who finds himself succumbing to the likes of Randy. Owen befriended him as soon as he got there and let him move into his tiny, grungy apartment with him. They were the weakest boys of the group and were frequently harassed by some of the other dancers and Randy. Aidan and Zach were their protectors when they could.

It was Donovan who made the first move, asking Brayden and Jarrin to go to dinner with him. They liked this spunky attitude and had seen him perform and had already had their eyes on him. Donovan was happy to submit to the boys and started serving them right away, sexually and otherwise. Over the last few weeks, Brayden and Jarrin knew this boy would make a good third for them. He treated them like Masters, obeyed them and served them, was fun to be with and was fantastic in bed. He was also very willing and excited to learn every possible kink he could from the boys.

“That kid is one hot piece of ass.”

“He sure as fuck is Bray. He’s also the sweetest thing.”

“So, you still like the idea of him being a part of us?”

“Totally! I figured you were the one who was nervous about it. Every time it has come up in the past, you were really hesitant.”

“Every time before it wasn’t a boy like this. He’s the real fucking deal, not some flaky faker just wanting to get off. I think he genuinely likes both of us. It’s not partial to one or the other of us.”

“I wish you would stop worrying about me falling for someone else. We’ve been together forever, if I was leaving, it would have been years ago. It would also have been the biggest mistake in my life.”

“Ok! Yes, I know! Let’s do this. Ask him to spend the night tonight. Sometime between me fucking him and him fucking you, we’ll ask him to move in with us.”

During work that night, Jarrin invited Donovan to spend the night. Donovan was super excited because he knew, at a minimum, he would get to have some amazing sex. He really liked the boys and felt like his feelings for them were growing. And as much as he loved Owen, he always took the opportunity to get away from his dingy apartment - even though he hated sending him home alone. 

Getting home after work meant after club hours. Usually, Brayden would piss down Jarrin’s throat and they’d crash, saving their sex for mornings. Whenever the boys brought Donovan home, their energy level spiked. Having a boy half their age to fuck around with boosted not only their energy, but their morale as well.

“I know I say this all the time, but thanks guys for bringing me home with you! I could sleep in your closet and it would be nicer than Owen’s apartment. You guys are awesome!!” Donovan did a little dance around the boys, tossing invisible confetti into the air.

“Well, you know you do have a job to do when we bring you here.”

“Yes Sir! As always, I am ready, willing and able to take care of both of you!”

“God, I love this kid!” Brayden whispered to Jarrin.

“What are you going to do to me tonight? Are you going to chain me up again? Make me wear the chastity thing? Stick huge dildos up my butt?”

“Maybe just some good old fashioned fucking tonight.” Jarrin said to the overly horny and excited boy.

Donovan was more than happy to let Brayden and Jarrin do pretty much anything to him. They were careful not to push too many limits, but they were finding the boy really didn’t have any limits, at least none they discovered yet.

“Ooooohhh!! Can I wear the collar again? Or that leather bustier thingy?” Jarrin had been given an old leather prop from a porn they made a long time ago. A black and red leather bustier that was now just a hair too small for Jarrin, who was almost as skinny now as he was then. It fit Donovan perfectly and he looked exceptionally hot in it.

“You get to wear both!” Brayden shouted like a game show host. “But first, I think Jarr is thirsty.”

“Yay! On your knees, urinal boy!” Donovan was truly giddy, and a little goofy. He thought it was weird that Jarrin liked to drink piss, but he also thought it was hot. It was one of the few moments he got to feel like he was in control.

Jarrin giggled at Donovan’s declaration and promptly got down on his knees, first in front of Brayden. He was sort of the alpha of the trio, so he got attention first. His eight inch member was hard and ready for both of his boys. Jarrin wrapped his lips around the head of Brayden’s cock and patiently waited. Brayden was too hard to piss, so it took a moment, but once he did, he let loose a steady shot of hot, rank pee down his boyfriend’s throat. Brayden loved this, so did Jarrin. They considered it one of their most intimate moments. Brayden put his arm around Donovan and pulled him close. He ruffled his thick mop of curly hair. Jarrin sucked and slurped the generous serving of urine he was getting. Brayden was so busy, he never made it to the bathroom all night.

While he drank from Brayden, Jarrin stroked Donovan’s cock - bigger than both of theirs at nine inches. Jarrin finished the last few drops of piss from Brayden and licked his head to make sure he didn’t miss anything. He looked up at the adorable boy in front of him. Donovan had a smile so wide, it was like a kid on his first trip to Disneyland. Jarrin took the boy's cock in his mouth, taking it a little deeper than he took Brayden’s. As soon as he had Jarrin’s mouth on his cock, Donovan blasted out his piss as if his cock were a firehose. Jarrin let some of it pour out of the corners of his mouth, he knew both of them liked that, and gulped down the steamy boy piss. 

“Fuckin A guys! I love this!! Drink it up, Jarrin, drink it up!!” Donovan was never able to control his excitement. Brayden especially loved his childlike enthusiasm, but found some of the things he said a little too corny. 

“Um, never say ‘fuckin a’ again boy.” Brayden admonished before kissing the boy. 

While Jarrin drank from Donovan, Brayden continued to make out with the boy. No sooner was Jarrin done with his urinal duties was he getting his face fucked by Donovan. Brayden guided the boy as he simply moved behind Jarrin to hold his head in place and still be able to make out with Donovan - and give him orders. “All the way down. Make him choke on it. Make him spit and gag. He likes your hard boy cock in his throat.” Donovan slid his cock deep into Jarrin’s throat, making him wretch, even spitting up some of the piss he’d just drunk. Brayden held his head in place and told Donovan to keep fucking his throat, no matter how much he pushed back. While Jarrin choked, Donovan kept fucking. “Ok, let him have some air…but just a little.” 

“He loves this! He loves getting his face fucked!” 

“Yes, boy, Sir wants you to just listen. I’ll let you know when you can talk again.”

Brayden usually had to tell Donovan that so he’d get him to stop blurting out random shit while they were having sex. “Yes Sir! Yes Sir!”

They resumed the throat fucking for a while longer. When Brayden was ready, he ended the assault. He sent Jarrin and Donovan to go get the boy dressed in his favorite outfit - the collar and the bustier. Brayden wanted to double penetrate Jarrin tonight. Out of the three of them, Jarrin was the power bottom. It was what he was known for when he was in porn.

Brayden laid back on the bed and waited for his boys. Jarrin decided he would dress up too. He slipped into his latex bodysuit, which left only his ass and his mouth open and ready, otherwise he was completely covered. Donovan wore his sexy little leather bustier and his collar - the one that would eventually be around his neck permanently. 

“You boys are fucking stupid hot. God damn!” Brayden was lying on the bed with his cock at full mast. Jarrin climbed up on top of his man and slid down on his cock. Donovan stood by, at the ready, waiting for Brayden’s order. He was practically foaming at the mouth with anticipation. Brayden fucked Jarrin from below for a bit, making the boy wait. He pumped his cock into the latex covered man on top of him, holding his hips in place and watching Jarrin’s body twist and turn, only able to see the movements of his mouth showing his arousal.

“You ready, boy?”

“Fuck yeah, Sir!!”

Brayden nodded, which was Donovan’s cue to climb up on him and slide his cock into Jarrin’s ass with his. At first, Brayden let his cock slip out so Jarrin could get used to the boy’s longer, thicker cock. For such a skinny boy, Donovan had a hefty piece of equipment that he loved to use. He fucked Jarrin with abandon until Brayden ordered him to stop. He immediately pulled out and awaited his next direction. He was extremely obedient. 

After a few minutes, Jarrin started to sit up on Brayden again, taking his lover’s cock as he had so many times before. Jarrin and Brayden were fiercely in love with one another and this feeling of one of their cocks entering the other was something they never tired of. Jarrin gave Brayden a short ride before he felt a hand on his back start pushing him forward. Brayden had given Donovan the order. He pushed Jarrin forward onto Brayden, and nudged his cock against Jarrin’s already filled asshole.

Jarrin froze. He already had one big cock in him, and now a second one wanted in at the same time. He knew he could handle it, but needed to prepare himself mentally for what was coming. He leaned down on Brayden’s chest waiting for what would happen next.

Brayden was slowly pumping his cock in and out of Jarrin. Donovan’s boy dick pressed firmly against Jarrin’s hole. He felt his ass stretch...then stretch some more...then stretch even further. It was only the second time they had done this together and it had been a long time since he did it in porn. It certainly hurt, but no matter, the sensation of being stretched by two cocks was incredible. He wasn’t going to stop this.

Silently, Donovan kept pressing his cock into Jarrin, pushing in when he felt Brayden pulling back. In a few minutes, Jarrin would have both cocks all the way up his chute. He loved the way it felt when the thick boy cock joined his lover’s, like he was going to explode. His two tops slowly started see-sawing their cocks in and out of Jarrin’s ass.

Jarrin was relishing the fact that he had two cocks in him at once. With just Brayden’s cock, he always felt incredibly filled and satisfied. Donovan alone was also an incredible feeling. But both, he felt stretched further than he had in years, if ever. It was a feeling he didn’t want to end, but knew he couldn’t keep up too much longer. Now that Donovan was going to be their third, he knew this would become a regular thing. His ass would be fine then. Now he needed a break.

"Someone's going to have to pull out soon," Jarrin groaned, not really wanting either of them to. 

Quickly, Brayden and Donovan yanked their cocks out of Jarrin’s ass. He went from bursting full to empty in a second, and that seemed to feel worse than having both of them in at the same time.

"Shit, someone fuck me, please," Jarrin begged. “I didn’t need both of you to pull out!” 

Brayden pulled himself out from under Jarrin and motioned for Donovan to start fucking. The boy pushed himself back into Jarrin with one harsh stroke. Jarrin hollered out, but despite the rawness of how he started fucking him again, he was happy. Jarrin’s ass was stretched enough and he desperately wanted a cock inside him. Donovan started pounding hard and fast, with all the energy only an 18 year old could muster.

Brayden reached up and grabbed Jarrin’s head and forced it down onto his cock. He pushed it down, shoving all eight inches to his tonsils. He wouldn’t let him up until he felt Jarrin begin to vomit. He let him off just in time to avoid that. Jarrin worked his man’s cock with his mouth while their hot new boytoy pounded him with abandon.

Donovan grunted and pushed himself deep. He pumped a load of his thick, hot boy cum into Jarrin, who ground his ass against his crotch as he unloaded, trying to milk every last drop. It only took about a minute before Brayden came, too, hosing Jarrin’s throat with loads of doomed sperm. They all collapsed and tried to catch their breath. 

“Donovan, how would you feel about living here?” Brayden finally asked after a long period of silence.

“You mean live here all the time? Like your roommate?”

“We were thinking of something other than a roommate?”

“Oooooh, you want me to be your slave? Are you going to lock me in a cage?”

“Good lord. He’s cute but not bright.” Brayden said as he rolled his eyes.

“Um, Bray, he’s right fucking here.” Jarrin scolded. “No, sweetie, we want you to be, um, our boyfriend. Like, a part of our relationship. Part of us.”

Donovan went silent. He didn’t know what to say. He stared into space as if he needed to comprehend what was just said to him. “Boyfriend? You guys like me? Like, want to be with me? I thought I was just a fuck buddy, you know like a sex toy or something.”

“Yes, Donovan, we really like you. We are excited to have you be a part of our lives. You’re adorable and fun. You are going to be one of us, totally our boyfriend.”

“Can I hug you, Sir?” Jarrin nodded yes and Donovan gave him a big hug. He sniffled while he did, but quickly regained his composure.

“Now, listen boy, this whole slave idea is definitely part of the equation. You are one of us, but you also serve us. You’re gonna take care of the loft, do laundry, all kinds of shit. And, you will be ready for sex at any time. Got it?”

“YES, YES SIR! I got it! I will do anything for you guys! I love you guys!” Donovan caught himself, “oh, wait, maybe I shouldn’t say that. Sorry. I’m excited!! Do I get to wear a collar ALL THE TIME?!?!”

“Jesus. Yes, boy you can wear a collar all the time. Don’t think you won’t end up in a cage at some point.”

“Brayden! Don’t worry Donovan, we won’t make you do everything. And we won’t lock you in a cage.”

“It’s ok, Sir! Slaves belong in cages and do all the work. You guys can do anything you want with me. Can I hug you now, Sir?”

“Yes, come here.” Brayden opened his arms and Donovan ran into them. “Who knows, maybe we love you too. Just be a good boy.”

“This is the best thing to ever happen to me! I won’t disappoint you! I’ll be the best boy! The best slave! The best boyfriend!”

“I knew this was the right thing to do.”

“Yes, Jarr, it was. You were right, as always.” Brayden grabbed Jarrin and made out with him. Donavan grabbed them as they kissed and hugged them. A throuple was born. 

***

Though he tends to mostly be in the background, Dillon is probably one of the most important people in Jack’s life. Without Dillon, Jack would have been bankrupt, and probably worse.  Dillon was a masterful organizer and managed to keep Jack’s empire intact and constantly moving - and thriving. He is the go-to man in the company and manages dozens of people who in turn manage others. Aside from Jack and Wagner, Dillon is the only other person with full financial and legal authority at the company. He refers to himself as Jack’s executive assistant, despite being much, much more. He doesn’t like to be praised or even recognized, though Jack has told him on more than one occasion that he is the reason for his success. 

Jack and Dillon met much like any of Jack’s other friendships. They hooked up and had a sexual relationship. Dillon was a departure from Jack’s other partners, he wasn’t dominant, he wasn’t abusive, he wasn’t wild or kinky and he wasn’t really a top. He was just a sweet guy a few years younger than him that he clicked with. He didn’t even look like Jack’s usual interests.

Dillon predates everyone else that continues to be a part of Jack’s life. He’s experienced everything with Jack, including the truly dark times. He even predates the company and Jack’s meteoric rise in politics and business. They met when Jack was on the upswing from his disaster with Shandy. Dillon was the front desk person at the nonprofit Jack was recently hired at. Jack was in charge of fundraising for an HIV/AIDS organization. It didn’t happen right away, but Jack and Dillon became friends, and more. Even back then, Dillon was incredibly organized and he often helped Jack manage his work.

Dillon Frankel was only 20 at the time. He dropped out of school, not knowing what he wanted to do. He was different from the twinky boys Jack was usually drawn to. He had long hair, down well past his shoulders and facial hair. Sometimes a beard, sometimes a goatee, almost always, a mustache. He was only about 5’9” and thin. He had a slightly hairy chest - which was mainly noticeable because he often wore his shirts with at least three buttons undone. He was more of an otter than a twink. He was a bohemian kind of boy who dressed in colorful clothing, usually thrift store finds and tie-dyed shirts, jeans and such. He smoked. He was sweet and friendly and had a little bit of snark that most people found funny. He was also very direct when he wanted something. He eventually decided he wanted Jack.

“Hey Holden, come over here.” Dillon called out to Jack as he dashed towards the door. It was after hours and they were two of the only people still at the agency.

“Oh, hey Dillon, what’s up?”

“For the last three months you have been coming over here to chat, letting me help you get your job done, or just dashing past me. Why haven’t you asked me out yet? I can tell you want to.”

“Um, I…didn’t know, er…”

Dillon started to laugh. “Look at you. The high powered fundraiser. Stumbling when a cute nobody asks you out.”

Jack was caught off guard, but regained his composure. “What are you doing right now?”

“Making you take me to dinner.”

They went off to dinner at a hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant where no one spoke English. Dillon ordered everything and they sat there drinking a strange Chinese liquor that was getting them very drunk. It was like they had been friends for years. They connected perfectly and would remain so. After dinner, Dillon brought Jack to the room he rented at a larger apartment in the city. They walked past his stoned roommates and went to his small, tidy room. Dillon had no bed. He had a pile of pillows, comforters and blankets. The room smelled of incense. His modest wardrobe was hung on a small rack in the corner. There were candles instead of lamps, though there was one lamp near a bookshelf that was filled with books.

“I hope you’re not disappointed. I don’t need or want much. I like simplicity. It makes life better.”

“This is great. Different, but great. I like it.”

Dillon plopped down on the pile and beckoned Jack over. “Come on, Jack, it’s time for you to make out with me.”

Drunken Jack clumsily fell down onto Dillon. “Sorry. I didn’t realize it was so low.” Jack tried to pull himself together and get in position to kiss Dillon. He was flopping around like a fish out of water. Dillon just giggled at Jack’s lack of coordination. Dillon’s hand reached up and threaded into Jack’s hair, steadying Jack and pulling him down until his nose and lips pressed against the skin of Dillon’s neck, not yet kissing, just there, taking in his smell.

Jack finally got himself together and turned in Dillon’s arms, their foreheads now pressed together, staring into each other’s eyes. Dillon’s hips began to roll and buck, pumping into Jack’s body. Jack’s arms wrapped around Dillon’s body, pulling him as close as he could. They bumped their heads as they both leaned in for a kiss. It was a short kiss at first, just a touch of their lips, then some gazing into each other’s eyes, and then suddenly, more passionate kissing.

There was a certain spark that they both were feeling, though it seemed different than when they were with other boys. Dillon felt good underneath Jack, they were both really into each other.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Jack whispered, in response, Dillon grinned and purred as he pushed Jack back and took off his shirt. Jack followed his lead and his shirt came off next. They kissed a bunch more, and could feel each other’s cock’s hardening between them. They both laughed as they struggled to get their pants off. Nothing about this moment was graceful. 

The longer they made out and rubbed against each other - which they for a while - the hornier they were for each other. They were super turned on, and they laughed with each other at some of the awkwardness between them. 

Eventually, they were naked and grinding against each other with a heated energy. Neither one of them were making the effort to fuck the other. They jockeyed back and forth, but it became evident something wasn’t connecting. They stopped for a moment and looked at each other and started to laugh again.

“It would seem we are at an impasse.” 

“Sorry Dillon, I don’t know why, but I just assumed…”

“Jack Holden! What about me gives you the impression that I am a top?”

“I…uh…just didn’t think otherwise.”

“You’re a riot. You are such a big ‘ol bottom slut that you assume everyone that takes you home is a top.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“Oh no, there’s no reason to stop. We just need to do things a little differently.” As Dillon spoke, things became a little clearer to Jack. This was going to be a bit different than his other encounters. “Grab that bottle right there and squeeze some on my hand.”

Jack squeezed a glob of lube onto Dillon's fingers. Jack leaned back, watching him as he wiggled his ass a little in excitement. Dillon then led his lube-covered fingers between his legs and rubbed them on his ass. He pushed two fingers into his hole and began to finger fuck himself. Jack watched Dillon pleasure himself for a few moments. Dillon’s head rolled back and he closed his eyes. He began to moan softly. 

“You look so fucking hot right now.” Jack said breathlessly. He squeezed some lube on his own hand and took Dillon’s seven inch cock in it. Dillon fingered himself more aggressively while Jack stroked his cock. Dillon nearly had his whole hand in his ass the longer he worked at his hole. Jack was turned on by the idea that Dillon had fisted himself before and might do it again right then.

With his other hand, Dillon grabbed his cock, nudging Jack’s out of the way. Jack was a little confused and felt like he was doing something wrong. Dillon sensed his inhibition. “Hey baby, you’re fine. Lay next to me. Play with your ass too.” Jack felt his ass twitch at Dillon’s suggestion. He positioned himself next to Dillon and lubed up his hands.

Self pleasure was not unfamiliar to Jack, he had just not done it with another person since he was a teenager. He slid his fingers into his hungry hole and easily slipped his whole hand in. He let out a loud moan as he felt his ass suck his entire hand right in with almost no effort. Dillon leaned up when Jack moaned and saw him now fisting himself. “Fuck, Jack, you went right for it. Nice.”

Dillon grabbed his and Jack’s cock and stroked both furiously, highly aroused by Jack’s self fisting. He felt himself ready to blow, but wanted to cum at the same time as Jack. Once he felt Jack’s cock pulse in his hand he let loose. Cum flew from both cocks and covered Jack’s hand, still in his ass, and his belly. Jack pulled his hand out while Dillon laid next to him. 

“That was fucking hot, Jack.”

“Fuck yes, that was fun.”

“There’s so much two bottoms can do. We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

“I look forward to spending a lot more time with you.”

They cuddled each other, feeling very comfortable about it. Despite the earlier awkwardness and their work relationship, neither of them was judgmental towards the other, as something like this could have ended up. The way they were going at each other clearly showed that they were really into one another.

Dillon leaned in to kiss Jack, their touch soft and deliberate. It wasn’t like their earlier kiss. It wasn’t heated or rushed, no longer under the excuse of drunkenness or trying to impress one another. It was new territory, especially for Jack. It was slow and kind of…friendly, in a way. It was a no-pressure sort of kissing with no particular intention. They were just making out for the sake of it, because it felt nice. Their tongues tangled together, arms and legs wrapping around each other. It no longer felt sexual at that point. It was all just harmless fun between friends. 

Dillon laid his head onto Jack’s shoulder, took a deep breath, and relaxed.

***

When Jack was off on a business trip, Harrison would occasionally get lonely. He always missed Jack terribly. No amount of phone calls and texts, dirty videos and live chats could make up for actually being with Jack. He wished he could teleport himself to DC and climb into bed with him, even if just to snuggle. Horny Harrison also watched a lot of porn when he wasnt fucking around with CJ or Aidan.

Garrett had a similar feeling when Blaze was gone as well. He especially hated to be alone since he still had random episodes and Blaze was the only person who knew just what to do. He received frequent check-ins and photos, and had plenty of calls and Facetime sessions, but just like Harrison, he craved the real thing. Occasionally, he would turn to Harrison for a little fun.

Harrison had a meeting earlier with Calista and the design team. He loved having the opportunity to work on a real project and his professor had incorporated it into his studies so he could get credit for it. He’d been lying in bed by himself, watching porn on his phone. He was watching a video where a boy like him was being covered in cum from multiple guys. He had just watched one where a twink felched the multiple loads of cum that were pumped into another twink’s ass. Harrison really wanted to explore his cum fetish further, but knew it wouldn’t happen that night. He was going to bring it up with Jack, he just had to figure out the best way. He was still figuring out not only what his kinks were, but how to share them with Jack.

With Justin on a business trip himself, Calista out with her college friends, Brayden and Jarrin now in their own place, Garrett was the only person home. It was a Friday night, so Aidan was dancing. Even CJ was busy that night and the professor wasn’t usually available to hang out outside of school. Harrison poked his head into Garrett’s room. 

“Hey Garrett! Whatcha up to?”

“Just playing a stupid game on my phone. Waiting for Blaze to check in. Bored as fuck.”

“I’m bored too! Let’s go out.”

“Cool. Where to? I really want to get out of this fucking house.”

“Hmmm, you haven’t seen Aidan strip yet, have you?”

“I mean he’s been fucking naked with me and Blaze, and seems to always be naked when he’s here, but not as an entertainer. No.”

“Let’s go to the club! Geez, I wish they’d come up with a name for it already. I hate calling it ‘the club’. Boring. Anyway, there’s a cool sushi place on the way and then we can go flirt with cute boys.”

“I might want to do more than fucking flirt. Deal. I gotta shower first. I haven’t moved from the bed all day. I’m gross.”

“Maybe I can shower with you?”

“Sure. I’d love one of those expert blow jobs. I haven’t cum in days.”

Harrison’s dick twitched at the sound of a big load of cum. He also liked the sound of Garrett being dirty. “Soooooo, when did you shower last?”

“Like a few days ago, why?” Suddenly it clicked. Blaze had told Garrett about how he would let Harrison eat his ass when they lived in a tent and hadn’t showered for days most of the time, and how he’d fart in his face when he did it. “Never mind, I know why. Come on in.” Garrett slipped off his t-shirt and shorts and waved Harrison over.

The first thing Harrsion did was shove Garrett’s t-shirt and shorts in his face and take a deep breath. “Mmmmmm, you smell goooood.” 

“You are just as much of a freak as your man.” Garrett stretched out with his arms over his head and spread his legs. “Come and get it freak, my stinky body is all yours. I had a good sweaty workout today too.”

Harrison stripped off his shorts and jumped into bed with Garrett. They had been hooking up fairly regularly when Jack and Blaze were out of town. It usually followed a long conversation about how mentally fucked up their boyfriends were. Harrison buried his face in Garrett’s underarm and sniffed, then licked him. He did the same on the other side. He crawled all the way down to Garrett’s feet and started licking and sucking on them. The salty, pungent taste amping up Harrison’s horniness. 

After a good foot worshiping, Harrison licked and sucked Garrett’s balls, and swallowed his cock for a bit, saving the real cocksucking for the shower. He saved what he thought would be the best for last. He lifted Garrett’s legs up and dove into his rank, dirty ass. He dug his tongue in and took deep breaths as he did, taking in all the nasty aroma he could in his nose and mouth. He was going wild for the acrid, musty flavors he was tasting. Garrett didn’t disappoint either, he let out a gentle, but potent fart. Harrison almost came right then. 

“You’re kinda fucking revolting right now.”

Harrison looked up from his ass munching, with a devilish grin on his face, covered with spit and sweat, his glasses all marked up and crooked. “Sorry dude. I…just kinda…get into this and you smell and taste fucking glorious.”

“You clean cut innocent looking boys are always the piggiest. Come on nerd, let’s hit the shower. I’m fucking hungry, and not for your twinky ass.”

They got cleaned up and Harrison gave Garrett the promised blow job and in return received the promised huge cum load. They hopped in a car and were driven to Chicago. During the trip down, Garrett used the time to educate Harrison on classic Chicago house music. They bopped around to the music and talked about clubbing. 

By the time they made it to dinner, they were both a little drunk from the car ride. The advantage to having a driver meant you could drink all the way down. Over dinner the conversation turned to their relationships and their friendships. Harrison mentioned they might move to the penthouse in Milwaukee. Garrett was relieved to hear Jack didn’t care for the mansion.

“I really fucking hate that creepy house. I don’t know why anyone would want to live there.”

“Yeah, I thought it was so cool when we moved in, but I don’t really like it either. It is so cold and dreary. Even the nice rooms are gloomy. There’s a fucking dungeon. Why is there a dungeon?”

“Sick freaky people built that house. It reminds me of prison. I told Blaze we had to move soon. I’m hoping he brings it up with Jack while they’re in DC. I want to go back to DC.”

“Oh no! Like move away? That is sad. But, I get it.”

“Harrison, this town is not for me. I don’t even know what I want to do with myself. At least in DC, I know the city and it makes sense for Blaze since he does most of his work there. I could be with him more often. I hate these long stretches without him.”

“Yeah, I hate being without Jack so much.” Harrison suddenly got very excited, “I have an idea. What if we surprise them in DC? You and me, maybe Calista and Justin, all take a trip to DC and surprise them.”

“Fuck yes! I love that idea. Let’s do it. Like tomorrow, or at least by Sunday.”

“Well, we gotta go next weekend. I can’t miss any more classes. But we are going!”

***

Harrison and Garrett got a table close to the stage at the club. By this point, they were both sailing drunkenly through the night, even a little giddy. They watched the dancers and tossed tons of money at them. They flirted with boys and even made out with a few. Harrison went to the men’s room during the intermission with one boy and fucked him. He sucked another off right after. Garrett had a hot boy all over him. 

The next round of dancers started. Finally, the place went dark and a hush came over the crowd. It was time for Aidan. The short guitar beats of ‘Foxy, Foxy’ started and Aidan launched into his number. As usual, it was not a traditional gay stripper song.

“Is he fucking dancing to Rob Zombie?” Garrett asked incredulously.

“I have no idea who that is, but sure, probably.” Harrison responded.

Aidan wowed the crowd as usual. Owen and Donovan came out and scooped up all of his cash. He went back to get dressed and went out to meet up with Harrison and Garrett. The boy that wanted Garrett was ready to get plowed and begged him to come home with him.

“Do you mind if I do this?”

“Garrett! Go! Fuck the shit out of that boy. Just like you do me! Aidan and I will go do something.”

“I bet you will. Later buddy. Thanks for a great night!”

As Garrett took off, Aidan arrived at the table. “What did you think?”

“Fucking hot, as always. I didn’t know the song, but it was hot.”

“Never heard Rob Zombie before? Ah, so much to teach you. I need a drink. No, I need many fucking drinks! Come on, let’s go to the bar.”

Aidan and Harrison went up to the bar and Aidan shouted out, “who is buying me and my hot friend shots?” Men lined up to buy the boys shots and drinks. Harrison was already drunk. Aidan pounded shots in quick fashion. It wasn’t long before they were hanging all over each other, barely able to stand. They made out and groped each other to entertain the men getting them drunk. 

“Harry, I can’t take this place anymore. Come to my place!”

The drivers that work for Jack are used to all kinds of things. Two boys sloppily making out in the back of the Escalade was not a surprise. Aidan and Harrison were all over each other during their relatively short drive to Aidan’s dorm. If they had to drive to the mansion, they probably wouldn’t be able to contain themselves and would be fucking in the car. They were dropped off at Aidan’s and stumbled inside.

“Sorry, it's not fancy.”

“I don’t fucking care, as long as your cock is in there being fancy.” Harrison was not very coherent at this point.

They were all over each other in the elevator. The old, slow elevator gave Aidan just enough time to take off all of his clothes. Naked Aidan was a common sight in the dorms to the delight of some and the offense of others. He was working on getting Harrison naked as well. Once they landed on Aidan’s floor, they dashed to his dorm room and burst in. He had Harrison naked in seconds. “Fuck Harrison, you are a hot fucking twinkie. I’m gonna rail you so hard.”

“Yeah, ffff-ffff-uck me into next wick. SsslllAAAAAAmmmmme with that MONSTER cock! GRRRRRRR.” Harrison was really wasted. 

Aidan’s half of the room was about as messy as one would expect a college boy’s dorm room to be with clothes strewn about and empty food containers and cans all over. The only clear space was on the other side where a rotation of roommates had been. Aidan bent Harrison over his former roommates desk, shoving his near 11 thick inches into Harrison as hard as he could. “FFFFFFUUUCCCKKKKDAMMMMMAAAAAAAAIDANNN!!!” Aidan covered Harrison’s mouth, which didn’t stop him from trying to talk. Muffled through Aidan’s hand, Harrison begged him to fuck him harder and harder. Aidan obliged and pounded Harrison with a speed and intensity that would devastate most boys. Harrison was out of his mind. Aidan removed his hand to get a better grip on Harrison’s hips.

 “GGoddddddddamn Aidan! FFFFFFFFUCK MMMMME HHHHHARDERRRRRFFFFFASTER!!”

“Jesus, kid, shut the fuck up before they call security on us! Next time I need to gag you!!”

Not satisfied with the desk anymore, and wanting to somehow keep Harrison from being heard, Aidan pulled Harrison down and slammed him into a pile of clothes on the floor. He held Harrison’s ass up and slammed his cock in again. Harrison tried to hold himself up, but ended up face down in a pile of dirty running clothes. “OOOOHHHHH ffffuucccckkkk,” Harrison mumbled, digging his face into the sweaty, musty clothes. He was getting harshly pounded within an inch of his life. He yelped and moaned into the clothes, begging Aidan to rip him apart. Harrison was so turned on, he shot a huge load all over the floor without even thinking about it, let alone touching himself. 

Aidan tensed up, thrust his cock as deep into Harrison as he could and howled as he blasted his seed into Harrison’s guts. Aidan barely waited 30 seconds before he resumed his anal assault on his friend. These two boys had more sexual stamina between them drunk than an entire team of sober football players. Aidan pulled his cock out momentarily, just enough time to pull Harrison off the floor and toss him on the bed, flipping him on his back. Harrison was pretty easy to toss around at this point. He just groaned and grunted, no longer bothering trying to make words. Aidan still stuffed a pair of dirty underwear in his mouth to play it safe.

“Fuck Dude! You are an anal fucking whore!!” Aidan growled, leaning right into Harrison’s face, spitting as the words came out. He pushed Harrison further onto the bed and pushed his legs as far back as they would go, practically folding Harrison in half. He was able to really pummel Harrison hard and deep. “God fucking damn! I could fuck you for days.”

Harrison was silent for just a short time. He screamed through the underwear, making guttural noises, begging for more. They were both covered in sweat, Aidan making animalistic grunts, not slowing down for a moment. He pushed Harrison’s hip up further, now having them in the air, his back perpendicular to the bed. Harrison used the wall for extra support while Aidan stood over him, pile driving him with his massive thick tool plunging deep into Harrison’s greedy hole. Harrison shot another load of cum all over his face.

After nearly 45 minutes of crazed fucking, Aidan finally blasted a second load of cum. He pulled his cock, letting Harrison’s ass fall to the bed . Standing over him with one hand on the ceiling to keep his balance, he blasted another huge load onto Harrison’s face. Harrison greedily wiped it from his face and into his mouth. 

Aidan collapsed on top of Harrison, both of them and exhausted heap of sweaty, cummy, boy flesh. Aidan kissed Harrison for a long while as they settled into the bed and one another. They were still so out of breath, they stopped kissing to try and recover. 

“Aidan, you are shuch a fffffucking machhhhine. Fuuuuuck. I am going to feel this for a…for a…a…a week. You really are the best top in Chhicago…probably anywhere!” 

“I keep coming back to your ass because I love fucking you senseless. You are a true fucking power bottom. A real fucking slut for cock in your ass. I will fuck you as often as I can.”

“Mmmmmmmmmm…I’d let you…so would Jack…ah, Jack…I love him so much.”

“Nothing against Jack, I mean…well…but he comes in second to you. You are without a doubt my favorite ass to fuck. Seriously. The fucking best bottom I’ve ever had. 

“Damn. That is hhhhigh praise coming from ssssommmmeone who hashffffucked as many dudes as you. Lucky you has…ac…ce…ssss to the two best bottoms ever! I think you could use the fuck out of us for dayyyyyyyyysss at a time.”

“You know I can, too. I’d take breaks just to hang out with you and Jack. I really like being with you guys.” Aidan shifted himself in his dorm style twin bed so he was looking at Harrison. He was drunk enough that he suddenly felt emotional. He was probably going to share things he shouldn’t with Harrison, or in this condition. “Remember the hospital room? When I said I was in love with you and Jack?”

“Yeah. I ddidn’t think we’d…we’d… ever talk about that again. It was like…. ffffforbidddddden. Did you meant it? I mean…mean it?”

“I did. At least for one of you. Maybe both of you. I don’t fucking know.”

“Is there sssssomething you want…to tell me?”

Aidan realized he had gone too far and shouldn’t have said anything. He figured it was best to do what he did with Calista and blurted it out. 

“I’m in love with Jack. I’m sorry, Harrison. I can’t help myself. I really love him.”

Harrison’s mind was still wonky, but the adrenaline from that fuck session was helping the drunkeness wear off a little. He allowed himself to pull himself together and concentrate. He didn’t want to fuck up his response. He’d actually been preparing for it. 

This news didn’t really surprise Harrison at all. He had quietly been wondering to himself when this moment would happen. He fully expected it.

He obviously knew how amazing Jack was and could understand how anyone would fall in love with him. He understood how Aidan felt. Harrison also couldn’t help but notice how Aidan was around Jack. How he looked at him, how he interacted with him, how he touched him. Aidan’s feelings for Jack were fairly obvious to anyone paying attention. It didn’t bother Harrison at all that Aidan felt this way. He sat up in the bed and pulled Aidan close, putting his arms around Aidan’s chest and holding him against his.

“That’s really…hic…fucking awesome.” Harrison now had the hiccups.

“What? You’re fucking drunk. You’re not fucking mad about that? Worried? Bothered?”

“Aidan…how could I be…upset? Jack is one…hic… of the most amazing fuck…hic…ing people ever. I happen to be the lucky mother fffucker who gets to be with him. I know others love him. I mean, Calista and Blaze are in love…love…with him too. Y’all think I don’t see it?”

Harrison hesitated a moment replaying what he had just said, making sure that was what he wanted to say. “It’s rrreally ok. I am not brushhhing off…but I love…that you love…Jack. I fucking love you too.”

“Am I just too fucking drunk? Are you happy about this? You’re cool that I fantasize about a life with your man? You’re supposed to be mad or jealous or something. What the fuck?”

“I can’t be…I’m not a hater…I gotta be hhhappy. How could I be mad at you? I love you, you’re…family…family now. You’re only human…exccept when you fuck. Then you’re a machine!”

“Fuck, Harrison. You might be as amazing as Jack is. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Just say you love me. I know you do.” Harrison gave Aidan a squeeze and kissed the top of his head.

“Yeah…I do love you. Man.” Aidan just shook his head slowly.

“I have the honor of being with…hic... the most awesome guy there is. I guess I have to share him,” Harrison smiled proudly, “ spread the… llllove, you know?”

“I need to give my brain a rest. I’m so fucking confused right now. Hang on.” Aidan got up and grabbed his bag of edibles. “These are what we need. It will put us in a nice mood and off to lala land. A nice, chill end to this. I guess I'll make sense of it tomorrow. Maybe…fuck.”

“I like the sound of that. I promise…we…weee…hic…we’ll work it all out. It will make sense, Aidan.”

“Thanks, Harrison. I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone. All of you are so…so…fucking good. Like really good people. How the fuck did I end up here?”

Aidan served up an edible to Harrison just like he did to everyone, he popped it in his mouth and kissed Harrison, passing it to him. They laid back down in the bed. “Harrison, can you be the big spoon?”

“Of course. Anyyyy time. I love the way your body feels… against mmmine. Pluuuussss…we really don’t have much room in this kiddie bed anyway….and I need to hhhold onto you so I don’t fffalll out of it.”

“Sorry it isn’t one of your many luxury beds all over the city. It is more comfortable with you in it though.”

“I want to…ffffuck you sssso hard…wait…I didn’t…mean it….um, I did, but not like that… but I really can’t wait to ffffuck you, Aidan. Be inssside of you…that is…is going to be so hotttt….” Harrison’s voice trailed off as he fell asleep.

Aidan felt a warm, cozy feeling, like nothing he’s ever felt before. He felt good, like he was happy. He smiled to himself and let out a contented sigh, “I can’t wait either. You will. Soon. Very soon….” For the first time that he could remember, he fell asleep happy.