The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

**Author's note. My apologies for any French phrases that are incorrect. I did my best, and look forward to any corrections. I used the Google translator... FYI. :) Now on with the story... (maintenant avec l'histoire)

Chapter 58 -- J.P.

We walked up to J.P.'s house and rang the bell. A dog barked somewhere and of course the way my mind works is I wondered if he was barking in French and how would we ever know?

Mary opened the door and welcomed us into her home with a big smile and hug. J.P. was right behind her and took us up to his room which was a decent size, but was going to be cozy for the week. We put our stuff in a corner and he showed us around the rest of the house. The bathroom was across the hall and he said that his Mom had another one in her room if we needed it. The house was small and a little old, but it was clean and fairly comfortable. The tour didn't take long as they really only had bedrooms and storage on the second floor and the living room, kitchen and dining room on the first floor. Mary was cooking dinner and asked if we liked chicken, which of course we all did.

We found out that none of us liked Tomatoes or Broccoli, and it appeared that we didn't have allergies either, although J.P. said he was allergic to girls as he smirked at his Mom. I'm not sure that was a real allergy though. We went back to his room and he showed us his computer and X-Box.

He had a double bed and had brought an airbed out to put on the floor for later. "If you guys are comfortable sleeping together, you can use the bed and I'll sleep on the air bed."

"Yeah, we're comfortable sleeping together. We really don't have any hang-ups around each other at all," said Jason. "But you can't sleep on the floor all week. So why don't we rotate each day. One night I'll sleep on the floor and another Justin will, and the other two can sleep in the bed. That way it's fair."

J.P. gave a big grin and seemed to like the idea. I guess if he'd always wanted brothers, this was a great bonding thing for all of us. We checked out his room and clothes and he had very similar taste, although that may have more to do with being gay, than being brothers. It was amazing how much we had to talk about and how comfortable we were around each other. Perhaps it was different that he was our brother and not a new friend that we had made. It didn't matter what we said to each other or how we said it because we weren't trying to impress each other, just share our lives.

"BOYS, Dinner!" yelled Mary. We ran downstairs and sat at the dining room table.

"Mom must be trying to make an impression by using the dining room," said J.P. grinning at his Mom. "We only use this area when royalty comes over."

"Just ignore him boys, Jean Paul is a bit of a smart ass," she said looking at her son with a smirk.

"That's ok, I get used to it. Justin is a bit of a smart ass too," said Jason.

"That's probably true. I use it to make him feel better about himself since I'm older and better looking," I replied.

"Which one of you is older?" she asked. I told her that I was by ten minutes.

"I was born at 10:07am and he was born at 10:17."

Then she dropped another bomb on me. J.P. was born first by almost 15 minutes, so I was now the middle child. Bummer. Jason was going to use that on me for sure.

We had a nice dinner and talked a lot. It was a bit unnerving at how many times Mary stared at the three of us as if trying to find differences in us. Even our voices sounded the same if you took away J.P.'s accent. Oui, I'm telling the truth. We sounded alike!

"I just can't get over how identical you are. It is very strange looking at two other copies of my son. I am looking forward to getting to know more about you all week. How was dinner?"

"Tres bonne," I said causing J.P. and Mary to smile.

"Learning some French I see," she said as she went to clear the table.

"Not really, but maybe by the end of the week, I'll be able to say an entire sentence. Let us take care of the dishes," I offered.

"No, you are guests in my home," she said which seemed ok with J.P.

"Maybe, but I think we're kinda family too, so all three of us will do the dishes since you cooked," I insisted.

"Well, Jean Paul, it looks like you could learn something from your brothers," she smiled as we all cleared the table and went into the kitchen to do the dishes. They didn't have a dishwasher, so we did them all by hand. I washed, Jason dried and J.P. put them away. We should have had a video camera running as it truly was a family type moment. Once we were finished and thanked Mary, we headed upstairs to get ready for a night out. J.P. wanted to introduce us to some of his friends and show us Montreal local's style.

"Who wants to use the bathroom first?" Asked J.P. as we prepared to grab showers and clean up.

"Well, time to learn what it's like to have brothers," I grinned. "We can all share, if you're not shy about it."

We stripped to our underwear and J.P. got us some towels from the hallway closet as we went into the bathroom together. As we stood looking in the mirror, it really was a strange sight, seeing three of us together in a row.

"If it wasn't for the tattoo and longer hair, you couldn't tell us apart," said J.P. still fascinated by us. Jason and I were used to it but even we had to admit that seeing a third was a bit weird.

"You should totally cut your hair to match ours and we could freak out your friends and ours when you get to Vancouver," I suggested excitedly.

J.P. held his hair back a bit to see if he'd like it, which was kinda silly, since all he had to do was look at Jason or me. He grinned and said it would be fun. I dropped my shorts and pulled the shower curtain back to turn the water on and bent over to feel it to get the temperature right.

"Dude, don't flash your hairy crack in front of us," laughed Jason.

"It's not that hairy. I know I haven't shaved for a few days, but it's hardly that bad," I complained.

He handed me the razor and shaving cream. "I guess if we're going out we should make sure we're nice and smooth." He said. I put them on the side of the tub as I stepped in. Jason dropped his shorts and climbed in with me. We left the curtain open a bit so we could still talk to J.P. but not enough to spray water everywhere. I washed Jason's back and he did mine. Once we had done our hair and other body parts, I offered to shave his ass for him.

I pulled the curtain back a bit to get a little more light and knelt down and sprayed the shaving cream on his ass and carefully shaved him. I opened his crack and got the razor right down to his hole as he bent over to give me better access. J.P. came up and watched seemingly fascinated by it.

"I always wondered how to get my ass super smooth. I'm always scared of cutting myself to pieces with a razor back there. I've cut my balls a few times and I can actually see those." He smiled

"It's just easier to have someone do it, and it's not like we are shy around each other. If you want your ass shaved, just climb in next."

Once Jason's ass was nice and smooth he turned around was almost fully hard. I soaped up his pubes and balls and went to work on shaving those as well. I held his cock out of the way and just to be a little mean, I stroked him off a bit as I shaved. I must have edged him a couple of times because each time I let go he moaned and I chuckled to myself. Normally he'd get a blowjob right about now, but with J.P. around it wasn't really the time. Neither of us were sure how he'd respond to us fooling around together. Jason and I switched positions and he shaved me nice and smooth.

Jason climbed out to dry off and do his hair. "Okay J.P. your turn." I backed up a little and let my new brother climb in. I washed his back for him and watched as he shampooed his hair. I was still hard from Jason shaving me and seeing another cute ass and big cock in the shower wasn't helping it go down. Once he was done, he turned around and I told him to bend forward so I could shave him. His ass was exactly like Jason's, except with a lot more hair in the crack and fine hairs on his ass. Once I was finished he was smoother than a new born baby. All he'd need would be some talcum powder and no one could tell the difference.

"Want me to do your balls too?"

"As long as you don't cut them," he said turning to look at me. His cock was only semi hard, so I lifted it up and had a look at his balls. They weren't really hairy as he did shave, but they definitely needed them done. He had trimmed pubes so I figured he probably wouldn't want me to shave those. I sprayed some cream onto his balls and gently and slowly began to shave him. He held his cock up out of the way for me to make it easier. He didn't move a muscle as I worked on him. I remember the first time Alex shaved my balls, I think I held my breath the entire time so that he wouldn't cut them off. I finished and rinsed him off.

"We should do the rest so that I'm just like you guys," said J.P. as he rubbed some shaving cream into his pubes. I grinned and began to shave them off. Jason came over to watch. By the time I was done, not only was he nice and smooth, but he was hard as well. All three of us had raging bones. I would have sucked him off, but since he hadn't said anything, I figured I better not. Instead, I stood up and put our dicks together on my open palm. They were exactly the same size and without his pubes, were indistinguishable. Jason stepped forward against the tub and aimed his dick at us. We had three identical dicks sticking straight out from our bodies.

We laughed and got out of the shower to dry off. Once again we looked at each other in the mirror with our deflating dicks and it was an impressive sight. We stood side by side and put our arms around each other to look. Once J.P.'s tattoo disappeared and we looked from neck down, you'd swear that it was just one person being reflected in the mirror. We grinned and knew we'd have to get a picture like that before we left. We finished in the bathroom, wrapped in towels and went back to the bedroom where we got dressed. It was great that J.P. was open around us as it made it a lot more comfortable, plus it was better for bonding.

"I thought about it and I'm going to get my hair cut like yours if you're okay with it. Maybe we can go tomorrow morning and then freak a few people out," said J.P. enthusiastically.

"Are you sure? I really love your hair long like that," said Jason.

"Yeah me too," I had to agree. Jason and I had always had the same hairstyle and the length it was now; halfway down our ears, was the longest it had ever been. J.P.'s shoulder length hair looked really hot on him, which meant it would look hot on us too.

"I cut it to match and we can grow it longer together if you want," he said making sense. We all laughed at the idea and couldn't wait to see what his Mom would say, or how much fun we could have with his friends. Although it would be a short lived trick since we couldn't speak French. At least from a distance we could mess with people's minds. We dressed and looked pretty good.

Mary met us as we headed down the stairs. "You boys behave out there tonight and try not to get into too much trouble."

"That's no fun, Ma!" grinned J.P. as he kissed her on the cheek. We waved goodbye and took off for the gay village. Our first stop was to his restaurant to introduce us to his boss and coworkers. They were all amazed and stunned. We were attracting more attention than Lady Gaga in her meat dress. J.P.'s boss was a great guy and told him he could take as much time off as he needed to connect with us and sort things out. He kept looking from one of us to the next as he shook his head in disbelief.

Being twins had always got the same reaction as people looked at one of us then back to the other to see if they could tell us apart, but this was like it had been magnified a hundred times. People's heads were moving as if they were all Owls. Heads moving in a jerking fashion and eyes wide open. If it was happening like this while J.P. had longer hair, I couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like when we were truly identical.

We made our way to Club Unity and Jason went to find the Manager again to see if we could gain access to the VIP level. J.P. texted his friend and we went to search for him. A nice looking guy about the same height as me came up and gave J.P. a big hug and kiss. They spoke in French and I didn't understand a word until I was introduced. Matthieu was his name and he shook my hand. At first he didn't make the connection until J.P. told him that I was his brother.

Matthieu was a bit shocked and looked at me again. "Le frère? Non?" He said. I figured he didn't believe him. Then he took a closer look at me and I think he swore as he said "Marde! ... Jumeaux?"

"Non, triples!" He said continuing to speak in French. I caught most of it.

"Va te faire foutre"

"What did he say?" I asked.

"He basically said `fuck off' after I told him we weren't twins but triplets," he laughed.

"Je ne savais pas que vous aviez un frère!" Said Matthieu

"Moi non plus, jusqu'à hier" replied J.P.

I had no idea what they were saying, but J.P. translated for me. "He said he didn't know I had a brother and I told him that I didn't know either until yesterday."

"Parlez-vous Francais?" Asked Matthieu as he spoke to me directly.

"No, parlez-vous, anglais?" I asked him back. I learned that one from school.

"A little," he said which was a bit of a relief or I was going to have to rely on J.P. to translate.

J.P. spoke to Matthieu quickly in French to bring him up to speed and I only knew that because he was using our names in the sentences. He was going to have to explain this a lot over the next little while and I had no doubt we would be doing the same thing back home.

Jason returned with VIP passes and we all headed to the upper level. Matthieu seemed impressed that we got to go up and even more impressed when he saw Jason and me side by side. He looked at all three of us and just kept shaking his head. He seemed to be drinking a lot and kept buying us drinks too. I was pretty sure I was getting hammered and thought perhaps this might be the best way to deal with this for now. J.P. also introduced us to a couple of his other friends Andre and Nick, who just stared at us as if we were wax figures or robotic clones. They both seemed to be too stunned to even interact with us, or perhaps they were drunk or stoned already. J.P. kept trying to assure them that we were real and that we really were his identical brothers. Andre even came over and stared into my eyes to see if they were the same.

Nick asked us to stand side by side and lift our shirts, so we did one better and took them off. Then the guys really stared. They pointed out the difference with J.P.'s tattoo and looked us over as if we were meat up for auction. They even felt our biceps and abs, then compared us to J.P.

"Sont vos bites identiques? Asked Matthieu as we were poked and felt up. "Sont-ils à la fois aussi grand que vous?

"What did he say?" I asked curiously.

"He wanted to know if our cocks were identical too, and if you are as big as me."

"Oui," he grinned back at them. "Grande, énormes."

They all smiled and I think they started to drool, or maybe the alcohol was just causing them to foam at the mouth. They bought us a few more drinks.

By the time the night ended I was how you say, marde faced? I was starting to feel French myself. I mean it certainly didn't sound like I was speaking English that's for sure, and if I was, I didn't understand a word I was saying. Jason and J.P. were just about as bad. We stumbled out of the club and followed the guys back to Matthieu's place. We had barely got in the apartment before we were undressing each other. Once we were all naked, J.P.'s friends each took one of the triplets and had their way with us. Or maybe the triplets, us, took each of J.P.'s friends and had our way with them. Either way, who gives a marde, we were getting laid by three French dudes. They all had uncut cocks which seemed to be the trend in Montreal, but they certainly weren't small in the dick department. They ranged from 7 to 8 inches, or perhaps more correctly, 17.7cm to 21.5cm. This French stuff was much easier when I was drunk.

"Baise-moi!" Said J.P. to Andre who he was playing with. He bent over and Andre lubed up his cock and fucked our brother.

"Baise-moi, me too!" I said figuring it meant I wanted to get fucked.

Nick seemed more than happy to baise-moi as I knelt beside J.P. and Nick pounded my hole. Jason didn't want to be left out so he knelt beside me and Matthieu fucked him. It must have looked hilarious with three identical asses in a row on a bed being fucked simultaneously. It really wasn't necessary for them to switch partners as I'm sure our asses were probably the same, but they did it anyway. They rotated several times so that they could claim they did triplets. I was just happy that I was getting baisée and that I had been getting it from cute French guys.

At one point Mathieu said something to his friends that I only caught part of. "Ils ont touse deux tatouages orteils"

I figured they were talking about J.P.'s tattoo as that was about the only word I could partially make out. I heard deux which I knew meant two, so I thought perhaps they were saying that the two of us didn't have the same tattoo as J.P. We kissed and made out for hours. Language wasn't much of an issue as sex seemed to have an international interpretation.

It was almost 6am before the three of us staggered back to J.P.'s house and crawled into bed. I had been French kissed and French fucked and was happily ready to drop asleep next to Jason after we downed a couple glasses of water each. We were so tired we didn't even bother to have showers. In the morning which was more like late afternoon, I woke up and raced to the bathroom to take a wicked piss. I almost forgot to throw underwear on until I remembered where I was, but once I got back, I dropped them and jumped back into bed which woke Jason up. He also raced to the bathroom, putting on the first pair of underwear he found.

He climbed back in bed and turned to face me. "Bonjour, or whatever you say in the morning", he smiled.

"Salut," I replied. He reached down and grabbed my dick which immediately responded to his touch. Jason slid down the bed and gave me a blow job for a few minutes before he crawled back up for some air. I looked over at J.P. who was still sleeping and then went down to give Jason a blowjob, but I didn't stop until I was rewarded with his morning load down my throat. I licked up his body and kissed him to make sure he tasted some of his own cum.

We lay in each other's arms for a while and I think we must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember J.P. was sitting naked on the edge of the bed saying good morning. He was grinning and watching us sleep in each other's arms.

"Good morning, brothers!" He grinned.

"Salut, frère!" I said in my best French.

"Tres bon!" he grinned. "You learn fast."

"You look so good together like that. Now I know what I miss not having a brother", he said smiling at us.

"Well you don't have to miss it anymore," I said as I threw the covers back and shuffled over to give him space. He took the offer and quickly climbed in with us. We all faced the same way and spooned each other. I felt Jason go hard and he pressed against my ass. I reached behind me and aimed his cock at my hole and backed up against him. There was still enough lube in my ass from last night that he went in easily. I guess the guys had used silicone instead of water based as my ass felt all oily. Jason entered slowly and I moved my ass back a bit from J.P. so that he wouldn't feel each time Jason thrust into me. Of course getting fucked by my brother gave me a hardon and it poked J.P. in the back. I tried to keep back from him enough but between Jason's thrusting and my raging bone it was difficult.

Jason's breathing became heavier as he continued to fuck me. His hand came over my chest and he tweaked my nipple, then gently bit into my shoulder as he applied a little more pressure to his fuck. I knew he wanted to go faster but couldn't without alerting J.P. to what we were going. As it was, I was sure the bed was shaking. As he bit me I felt his tongue licking as well. He thrust in deep and held on as his body shook. I could feel his warm sperm flowing into me as he reached a perfect orgasm. As he came down from his high, he stopped biting me and kissed my shoulder a few times. He slowly pulled out and quietly slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. I heard the shower running and wondered if I should go and join him. Instead I wrapped my arm over J.P.'s chest and moved close against him. He put his hand over mine and I put my nose against his hair. He may be identical but he had a smell all his own. I tried to keep my raging hardon away from J.P.'s ass or I might not have been able to stop myself from entering him, I was so horny.

Once I heard the shower stop, I moved my hand down J.P.'s chest, grabbed his cock which was semi hard and gave it a bit of a pull just for fun, then I slapped him on the ass before I jumped out of bed, grabbed a pair of underwear and ran to the bathroom. J.P. laughed and was right behind me naked. We burst into the bathroom as Jason was drying himself in the tub. J.P. yanked my underwear down and slapped me on the ass to get even.

"Morning bros," smiled Jason.

"Morning," we both said.

"Get out of there, bitch! I need a shower," I said as I climbed in beside him.

Jason didn't say anything and got out. I turned on the water and got it to the right temperature. "You joining me J.P.?" I said looking out and grinning. He got in as I turned around and wiggled my ass at Jason. He flicked me with the towel and the crack scared the shit out of J.P. as it made firm contact with my left cheek.

"Ow ow!" I laughed as I jumped straight up and yanked the curtain closed so he couldn't hit me again. J.P. and I showered together and I took the opportunity to wash his back and his ass. He liked the attention and did the same back to me.

We quickly finished our morning routine and got dried as Jason was finishing doing his hair and brushing his teeth. I stood behind him and looked over his shoulder. I smiled at him through the mirror and then glanced at his hair. He saw me grin and turned quickly.

"Oh, no you don't!" He said as he grabbed my hands to hold them down and then pressed his body tight against mine to stop me from messing up his freshly brushed hair. I was face to face with him, so I leaned in and gave him a quick wet kiss on the lips making sure to run my tongue all over his lips and nose. As he pushed me away and raised his hands to dry his face, I messed his hair up anyway. He came at me to attack, so I screamed like a little girl and raced out of the bathroom and ran right into Mary.

"Oh shit, sorry!" I said as I apologized and threw my hands in front of my crotch.

"No problem at all. You wouldn't be the first naked boy I've seen coming out of that bathroom. Good to see you guys getting along so well," she smiled and continued down the stairs. Jason peeked out of the bathroom door and began to kill himself laughing. I was bright red. I think even the underside of my balls were blushing.

"Asshole!" I said as I smiled and ran into J.P.'s room to get dressed quickly. I may never be naked again.

J.P. walked in the room naked and laughing. "I'm sorry bro; I had no idea your Mom was going to be in the hallway. I feel like an idiot."

"It's not a problem," he assured me. "It's not as bad as the time she came in my room and caught Matthieu and me. I was on my back and he was fucking me hard while jerking me off and she walked in just as I started to cum. Now she doesn't come anywhere near my room. I think the house could be on fire and she would only knock."

I laughed. "God, I'd never be able to look at my Mom again if she saw me doing that."

"It wasn't fun, but she talked to me about safe sex and told me to just be careful. So it's all cool now."

"So what are we doing today?" Asked Jason.

"First, I go to get a haircut, and then we HAVE to go to the hockey game at Bell Centre."

"Nice. Who's playing?" Asked Jason.

"I'm not sure," he said with a sly smile on his face. We quickly got dressed and went downstairs for some food. I apologized to Mary who once again assured me that it wasn't a problem. I guess if she'd seen her son, then seeing me was the same in her eyes. To me it was a weird situation.

We grabbed a coffee on the way to J.P.'s haircut. I prefer a double double, while Jason likes it black with sugar. J.P. was like me and ordered his double double and a donut. A good Canadian breakfast in any language!

We went to an upscale hair salon in the gay village and J.P. greeted the hair stylist, who was a good looking guy. Not my type as he was a bit hairier than I like as he had facial hair and I could see chest hair, but he looked a little Latin to me or Spanish, or Mexican or Cuban or something like that. Wait...are all those Latin? I'll ask Adam later. He looked at us and grinned. J.P. gave him a hug and they spoke in French for a bit.

The stylist came down and introduced himself as Oliver and asked if we would all like to get haircuts to be identical. We decided it might be a good idea to get a trim while we were there and at least we would have the exact same style. I almost felt bad that J.P. was going to get all his long hair cut off, but there was only about 6 inches difference between us, so if he didn't like it, he could grow it back fairly quickly. For now it was just a novelty for him to be like us. For Jason and me it was just the way we had always been.

Oliver sat the three of us together and with the way the mirrors were placed, the whole salon filled up with our faces. It looked like there were a thousand of us. He started with J.P. and slowly he was transformed into us. Once finished, J.P. stared at himself in the mirror and smiled. He ran his fingers through his shorter hair and told us he had never had hair this short. Then Oliver did Jason and me to match. He didn't take much off, but he definitely styled it better than we had had in the past. Once we were done, all three of us were sporting the same haircut, so I asked Oliver to take a picture using the mirrors so that it looked like there was a whole room full of us. It was hot! Then we posed together for a few other pictures. J.P. was the obvious one as he was wearing his Montreal Canadiens hockey jersey.

I went down to get my jacket off the hook and when I turned back I had my first realization of what we had done. I looked at both guys and for the first time had to really concentrate on which one was which. I now knew how others felt when they had been looking at Jason and I our whole lives. I stopped for a second and realized that J.P. was slightly less tanned than Jason. Just a shade, but otherwise he was the same. I couldn't believe it.

"Holy Shit, I can barely tell us apart now," I said as I looked at my brothers. Jason looked at J.P. and me and smiled.

"If we dress alike and keep J.P.'s tattoo hidden we could totally mess with a lot of people. Well, that and we'd have to keep him quiet too. The accent is a dead giveaway."

We thanked Oliver and raced over to the Bell Centre for the game. J.P. had tickets that he said his boss had given him yesterday. As we got to the stadium, the marquis outside said they were playing the Vancouver Canucks. Jean Paul was grinning from ear to ear. "I guess this is the one area that we aren't identical as brothers. We're going to crush the Canucks!"

"Dream on bro! The Habs are about to be the Hab Nots!" Jason laughed. Personally I never understood the game entirely. Every time they called icing, I had a craving for a cupcake. Then I always felt sorry for the goalie when he came out of the crease. Anytime anyone left my crease I usually had an ass full of cum and it would be a bitch to play hockey like that. We found our seats and sat down. Jason ran to get us some food and beer. When he returned he had added a couple other things as well. He had bought both of us Vancouver Canucks Jersey's along with the nachos hot dogs and beer. We put them on... to the boos of the people around us. They were booing in French, so I just pretended they were cheering. We settled down to watch the game. Without TV to tell me what was going on there were just a bunch of guys on skates going back and forth and hitting each other. The Canadiens scored first and the place went wild. We booed, but quietly so that we didn't get killed. Then Vancouver scored next on what Jason said was a power play. Sounded good to me. Throughout the game the giant screen in the centre of the arena lit up with different things and on occasion showed people in the crowd reacting to things that happened or showed replays of the goal or penalties that were handed out. It was at the end of the first period when Montreal scored to jump ahead when the board lit up with J.P., Jason and I. It stayed on us for a while as J.P. was cheering and we were just looking unhappy. I noticed us on the screen and it was quite a sight. Two of us in Canucks shirts and one in a Canadiens shirts. The crowd booed and then realized what they were looking at. Triplets. Needless to say a lot of people around us began to pay attention for more than the shirts we were wearing. J.P. was being congratulated and we were being ignored but stared at. The break came between periods and I headed off to take a pee. By the time I got back there was a flurry of activity around our seat. There was a guy with a microphone and a cameraman.

"What happened?" I asked when I got back to the seat.

"Apparently we've become a story," said Jason.

"What do you mean a story?" I asked as I looked around.

"We were shown on the big screen and also on TV. It appears that it's going viral and everyone wants to know who we are," said J.P.

A third guy asked if we would sign a release to be interviewed and go on TV. We all agreed and then he asked about why we were Canucks fans and the other a Montreal fan. We told him quickly and he received a message from someone.

"Guys it sounds like you could be a bigger story than just a quick interview, why don't you join us in the broadcast booth at the end of the next period. We'll send someone down to get you." We agreed and sat down to watch the next inning. Then I thought of something and quietly got out my phone.

"Call Adam," I said. The phone responded.

"Adam, please stream the Montreal/Vancouver hockey game to my phone."

"Acknowledged," said ADAM.

The screen began streaming the broadcast of the game. "Call Colin," I said. The phone rang and I got his voicemail. "Colin, if you get this message watch the Montreal hockey game. Love ya! It's Justin by the way!" I giggled and hung up.

"Call Alex," once again I got voicemail. "Alex watch the hockey game right now. I think we're going to be on TV."

"Call Kyle," and for a third time I got voicemail. "Seriously where are all you guys. It's Justin, watch the hockey game. The three of us are on TV."

"Call Adam." The phone connected. I asked him to locate Colin, Alex and Kyle. The game broadcast was replaced with their location which showed them all together at BC Place again. I asked for some of the other guys and they were all at the stadium as well.

"Adam, show me all `Q' members at BC Place." The phone identified almost a hundred people there. "Adam is there a BC Lions or Vancouver Whitecaps game today?"

"Negative."

"Adam, what event is on at BC Place today?" I waited for a few seconds and the response came back that it was a private event. Weird. What sort of event could everyone be at.

I went back to the guys and told them I tried to reach everyone but they were all away from their phones. Obviously I couldn't tell them I knew there location, so I just sat down to watch the game. I had the phone turned back to the game and put in my earphones so I could listen. Why I hadn't done that for the first period I had no idea. It was making it way easier to know what was going on.

During the second period Montreal scored again and then Vancouver scored to make the score 3 to 2. Each time, the camera made a point of flashing on us at least for a second. I heard the announcer mention as the period came close to ending that they would meet the feuding triplets.

"They're calling us the feuding triplets," I told the guys.

"What are we feuding about?" asked Jean Paul.

"Probably the hockey thing," I replied. They said they were going to get us in before the next period.

"That's what she said," giggled Jason.

Some guy came down a short while later and asked us to follow him up to the broadcast area. We were given a seat and then hooked up with wireless microphones. The interview was going to be in French but they gave us earpieces and said that it would be interpreted for us. A guy quickly confirmed our story so that he had the details.

"Okay guys, just be yourselves and look at the interviewer and not directly into the camera." We were told that they were coming back from commercial.

"Welcome back and we are joined by three brothers who seem to have attracted attention quickly during this game. Jason, Justin and Jean Paul are identical triplets. Two are Vancouver Canucks supporters, the other a Montreal Canadiens fan. But we have learned that there is a lot more to this." He went on to quickly explain our story and we responded when asked.

He asked a few questions about the game and who our favorite players were. Jason and J.P. answered and I told him I had no idea as didn't follow hockey at all and only came along to be with my brother's. "So you might be a Montreal Fan in the future?" I laughed. "I doubt it. I have to support my home team."

"What an incredible story boys. Justin you might have to sit between your two hockey fan brothers as to prevent trouble when one team wins over the other."

"I'll just hope for a tie" I said naively.

"So there you have it folks, three identical triplets cheering for opposite teams and one hoping for a tie, which would truly be a unique ending, just like this unique story." They all laughed and both J.P. and Jason looked at me and grinned.

"What? What did I say?"

"NHL games can't end in a tie. They play until there is a winner," explained Jason.

"Well, in all fairness, I did say I knew nothing about hockey," I grinned back. They went to a break and unplugged us. The sportscasters gave us autographed pictures and we headed back down to our seats. I wondered why I needed an autographed picture of sports reporters, especially the old guy in a fluorescent suit that looked like Colonel Sanders, but J.P. said they were famous. I gave him my picture for his collection. If he wanted famous, we'd introduce him to `Marvin'.

By the time we got back into our seats the third period was underway. The game moved along and ended up at a tie of 3. I was right about the tie! I had redeemed myself. Then they went to a 5 minute overtime. It was still a tie, so I was grinning and when they flashed the camera at me I grinned and gave a thumbs up as I sat between Jason and J.P. The sportscaster was making comments about the game being a tie and said that if we left now that I would be right. Meanwhile they were going to a shoot-out. Now that I wanted to see. Get a bunch of guys on the ice with guns. The last player standing wins the game. Woo hoo! How disappointing when a lone guy came out on the ice and slapped the puck to try and get it past the goalie. Boring! Thank god for beer. I wondered at what point someone was going to get shot.

The game ended with Vancouver scoring a goal and the game ended 4 to 3 for us. J.P. and Jason decided to ham it up a bit for the cameras and J.P. poured his beer over Jason's head. I could tell they were playing and tried to keep them apart. The big screen had us on it, but I was holding the two of them apart as they pretended to get at each other. Then they smiled and gave each other a guy type hug. I'm guessing the three of us kissing would have thrown the viral story into overdrive. We headed out and several people greeted us and took our pictures as we got into the concourse. We raced back to J.P.'s house smelling of beer but totally excited about the game.

"We were like mini celebrities today," said J.P. "That was tons of fun."

"Okay, but on Friday we are going to the Cirque du Soleil. They have the new Michael Jackson show on that I want to see," I said.

"Awesome! That is a good show from what I heard," exclaimed Jason.

"Uhh guys, I really want to see that show too, but I can't afford it. Those tickets are over $200 each," said J.P.

"No worries buddy. They are already paid for. It's the least we can do for letting us stay with you and taking us to the hockey game," I told him. Adam had booked the tickets earlier for me and we just had to pick them up at the Bell Centre on the day of the event. I had also arranged another surprise for J.P. We were going to go by limo.

We showered and changed quickly. J.P.'s Mom wasn't in so we had a bite to eat and then headed out for another night of fun. We met even more of J.P.'s friends and they all laughed at his new haircut, but were fascinated at how it had changed us to be so much more identical. Several guys came up and told us they had seen us on TV at the game. Our little celebrity thing had some residual effects. They all wanted to know if we were fighting or if we were over it. They even bought us drinks. I kinda liked it. My next plan would be to do this back in Vancouver when Montreal came to town. We'd have to make sure J.P. was there for that. We could become mascots.

The next morning J.P. decided to have some fun with his Mom with his new haircut so I went down first to breakfast. "Good morning Mary," I said as I got some cereal and a coffee and sat at the table.

"Good morning," she said politely. "I don't know how your parents do it. Try as I might I can never tell you boys apart. I'm sorry as I'm sure that must feel like an insult."

"No not at all. We are totally used to it. It's just part of who we are. I'm Justin," I reassured her.

J.P. came down next but didn't say anything and had his shirt on so you couldn't see the tattoo. "Good morning Jason," she said as he came into the room. He smiled as Jason followed behind him quickly.

"Good morning," he said answering her. Mary looked at all three of us now sporting the same look and shook her head.

"Well, I've been trying to get J.P. to get a haircut for a long time now, so at least you boys are good for him in that respect. But I'm definitely going to have to get you name tags now. It was difficult enough with two." She smiled at us as gave her son a kiss on the head. At least she hoped it was her son. The accent and tattoo were things that would forever distinguish us, but as long as wore a shirt and kept quiet, we were identical.

The next few days flew by and we got to know Montreal and Mary really well. As brothers we did everything we could think of and went to every bar, club and strip joint in the gay village. We were rapidly becoming celebrities. Colin and Alex had called to say that they had seen our interview and that they loved J.P.'s new haircut. Our emails had also been filling up fast with people who had seen us. Who knew so many people watched hockey. J.P. asked if we were okay with him looking and acting like us to be more identical. Of course we told him yes as it was fun to be triplets now instead of twins. He gave us a big grin.

Thursday Night we headed back to the Oasis Sauna for the foam party. I almost immediately headed back into the bubbles for the grope and fuck session. It was just as busy as the previous week and I was almost instantly being stuffed from both ends. Once I'd had enough, I left to get some air and thoroughly wash the soap off my cock and balls. I really didn't want to spend an hour getting that stuff off again like last week. I joined J.P. and Jason in the hot tub and was introduced to a few guys that they were with. We were rapidly becoming celebrities by doing nothing more than being ourselves. Well nothing more than being our naked gay selves. I think if we decided to have a live sex show we could have made millions.

I went back into the foam room a little while later after having walked around the club and checking out the action. I strolled all the way to the back of the room after pushing past everyone making out in there. I found a cute blond guy and we kissed for a bit before I turned him around and fucked him. He took my cock easily and I felt him jerking off. He shot his load, stood up and moved away. So much for waiting for me to cum. How rude. The next anonymous fuck I give had better be with a polite guy. I felt a guy come up behind me and run his left hand down my back until he gripped my ass. His right hand cupped the other cheek and I felt him kneel down and spread me wide so that he could get his tongue deep into me. I bent over further and stuck my ass out as I placed my hands on the tiled seat. The rimming continued as I felt his hand come between my legs and to stroke my cock pulling it down between my legs. He was pretty good and licked from my ass all the way down my hard shaft. He sucked on me for a bit before he stood up and rubbed his dick up and down my hole preparing to fuck me. He leaned forward and put his hand on my shoulder and kissed my back as he slowly pushed himself past my ring and deep inside me. His cock was huge and he carefully moved forward until I felt him all the way inside. He didn't have pubes so we were skin to skin. As he fucked me it was my turn to stroke my dick and enjoy the deep anal penetration. He hit my prostate on a regular basis, almost sending me over the top. Each time I came close I clamped my ass tight to try and get myself under control.

"Je suis cumming!" mumbled the guy as he slammed into me and filled me up with his warm load. He continued to fuck for a couple more seconds and I stood up as his cock slipped out of me. I turned around and was staring into my brother's face. "Chnoutte!" He said as he looked at me in horror.

I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. "Guess we're really part of each other now!" He kissed me back but it wasn't fully believable. It was more like a kiss you give when you're not sure what else to do. I put our cocks together and stroked them. J.P. relaxed and looked at me. I smiled and leaned back in to kiss him. This time he kissed back and we rubbed our bodies together slipping and sliding in the foam. It didn't take long before others joined us and I felt him getting fucked.

I whispered in his ear. "Guess we can have more fun back home," I smiled, kissed him again and made my way out of the foam. If he decided that he was okay with it, tonight could be a lot of fun. I went and found Jason and told him what had happened. He grinned and we went in search of more guys to fuck as a team. Eventually we all headed home and climbed into bed. Jason took the floor and I climbed into bed with J.P. The three of us talked for a bit and were looking forward to the Cirque du Soleil show tomorrow night.

As we went quiet to drop off to sleep, J.P. backed against me and curled up. I moved forward and put my arm over his chest. As we lay there, my dick responded to our closeness and began to rise. I held J.P. tight, he sighed and put his arm over mine and we fell asleep together.

In the morning J.P. was facing me and as I opened my eyes he was already looking at me. "Morning." I said and leaned over to kiss him. He smiled and kissed me back. We both had our morning wood and decided to throw shit at Jason to wake him up so we could all jerk off together. He climbed up in his groggy morning state, being led by his boner. We lay together with J.P. in the middle, and stroked ourselves off. As I watched J.P., my horniness took over and I reached over and played with his balls. When he didn't stop me I grabbed his shaft. Jason joined in and rubbed his chest.

"Are you guys sure you want to do this?" asked J.P.

"We're cool with it if you are," I said smiling at him.

"I'm cool with it. Have you guys always fool around together?"

"No. Surprisingly we only started about a year ago when I realized I was gay, so you haven't missed much, although we slept together a lot as kids," I told him.

"Let's have some fun shall we?" Said Jason. He bent down and took J.P.'s dick into his mouth and slowly gave him the morning wake up that I loved the most. I joined in and we shared our brother's hard cock. Jason turned to position himself so that J.P. could have access to his morning rod as well. We played like that for a while as we explored each other. J.P. sucked each of us, then watched as Jason and I 69'd.

I put J.P. onto his back and got into a 69 position on top of him. Then I sat up and pulled his legs up for Jason to get between them to play with his hole. He rimmed him and I watched as his tongue went deep into J.P.'s rosebud. I sat back to give my new brother access to my ass as I basically sat on his face. J.P. didn't disappoint and began to lick at my tight ring and along the length of my crack. I sat down a little further to get him deeper into my hole.

I pulled J.P.'s legs right back and opened his hole wide as I threw Jason the lube. I leaned forward a bit to watch as he fingered J.P. to get him ready before he covered his own dick and slowly pushed into him. I kept J.P.'s legs right back and Jason entered him. It was fun watching his big dick disappear into the tight ass. J.P. moaned and kept rimming my hole. I bent forward and licked along the length of J.P.'s dick and then down onto his balls. Jason's cock was so amazing that I had to stick my tongue out and lick it as it went in and out of J.P.'s ass.

After I'd played for a bit, I sat back up and kissed Jason as he kept fucking J.P. The deeper we kissed, the hornier he was getting, and it wasn't long before he announced that he was unloading into J.P. As he pulled out, I watched closely to see the cum run out of his ass. It made me extra horny so I climbed off J.P. and told him to turn over. It was now my turn to fuck. I didn't need lube as he was ready to go. I lay down on him and pushed fully into my brother. I nibbled on his ear and neck as I slowly fucked him. Jason rubbed my back and on occasion ran his finger down my crack and into my ass. I shot a second load into J.P.'s ass to join my brothers. Now we needed to finish the session, so both Jason and I went to work sucking his hard shaft and playing with his tight balls.

"I'm cumming," he said quickly and we both got ready to take his load. He shot multiple jets and both of us took alternating blasts into our mouths. Once we were a cummy mess we climbed up beside J.P. and had a three-way kiss. By the time we were done, we had jizz all over our faces and were basically exhausted. We played together for another hour and I thought we might never get out of bed.

"So now we're completely bonded as brothers," I smiled at both of them as we lay with each other covered in cum and sweat. Mary had gone out to work so we went naked to the bathroom to clean up. The tub was just too small for the three of us to go in together, so Jason and I started while J.P. sat on the side and kept helping to soap our cocks. We managed to keep each other hard and if there had been foam, we would have fucked for another hour.

Throughout the week, Mary had been amazing as she really treated us like her sons. It was weird having to tell her where we were going and when we were coming back though. J.P. seemed to just accept it, but since our parents had pretty much let us be independent from about age 14, we totally weren't used to it. Having meals together when she was home was also weird. Normally at home we just all ate separately and ever since I moved out, I just ate when I was hungry, not when the clock said it was time for a meal. Who came up with that rule? We had invited her to Cirque du Soleil but she had to work, so it was just going to be the three of us.

J.P. had to run out for a couple of hours, so Jason and I just entertained ourselves until he got back. The limo picked us up on time and took us to the theatre. Jean Paul said he had never been in a limo before so he was like a small child in it as he checked everything out. We had amazing seats to the show and the circus people were incredible, not to mention all the Michael Jackson music. Fortunately there were no sports reporters or center screens to show us on, so the night was uneventful. We were just three brothers having an awesome time together. Afterwards we headed out for a few drinks and met up with J.P.'s friends again. They were really awesome guys and were rapidly becoming our friends as well. It totally sucked that Montreal and Vancouver were so far apart as this was going to be tough to maintain a relationship with them all, especially with J.P. We had decided to head home on Sunday, so I called Adam to have the plane sent for us. The pilots would contact us on Saturday when they arrived so we could arrange a time to leave.

Once we got home Jason and I jumped into bed and J.P. took the airbed. "Tomorrow if you guys want to experience something really wild, there is a club in town that does some kinky stuff on a Saturday if you want to go," said J.P.

"Sure, kinky is fun, as long as there's no real pain," I said. After all I'm not a fan of pain.

"Cool. Hey guys, I hope you don't get mad or anything, but I know you said it would be fun to be more alike as brothers, so I did something that I hope you're okay with," he said looking at us as we lay sideways on the bed looking down at him.

"Like what?" asked Jason.

J.P. smiled nervously and lifted his right foot to show us the `Q' tattoo on the bottom of his big toe. I couldn't believe it. He had copied our tattoo and gone to have one put on him. "I saw you guys had matching tattoos on your toe and thought it was a cool brother thing to do, so I took a picture of it and had a guy in town do it for me."

I looked at Jason and he looked back at me. What was going through my head was `oh shit', but obviously we couldn't say anything to J.P. I was going to have to talk to Colin about it as soon as we got home.

"Sweet," said Jason responding first as he tried to downplay what had just happened. We were in deep shit. Maybe we could arrange an industrial accident that cut off his toe. Or perhaps we could chloroform him; have him brainwashed and the tattoo laser removed. Or maybe we'd just have to make him a member of the `Q'.

We had a good night sleep and at noon the next day, J.P. took us over to a club that he said used to be a bathhouse but had now been bought by some gay organization that opened it up on Saturdays to raise funds. We entered and the first thing I noticed is that it looked like the Cell'r we had created at home. It still had a couple of hot tubs and a labyrinth of halls. It was three floors and most of the walls were silver metal. The main room was a dungeon type room with all sorts of play equipment. The guys were either in leather, their underwear, or walking around naked. We left our clothes in a locker and headed out to explore. J.P. was the boldest of us and walked around naked. Jay and I stayed in our underwear. We got to the main room and he immediately went up to a wooden thing in the middle of the room. Several guys moved to join him. The board was an X shaped plank with a hole in the center of it. Jason and I watched as J.P. was placed face forward against the wood. His cock was pulled through the small hole and then the hole was tightened to secure him in place. His arms were raised and tied to the upper outstretched branches of the planks. Then his legs were spread slightly and he was fastened to the lower planks. He was totally secured and spread eagle with his dick poking through the wood. He looked awesome. Then they surprised me slightly and tilted the platform from vertical to horizontal and locked it into position. Looking underneath all you could see was his cock pointing straight down. A couple of guys got on their knees and began to stroke J.P. until he was fully hard. Then they attached a clear tube that looked like a milking machine to his cock and turned it on. I watched as a roller went up and down the tube. Maybe it was a milking machine. Then J.P. was blindfolded. This was already exciting and my cock had begun to respond as I watched the guys taking control of my brother.

Jason was pushed gently towards J.P. and stood between his outstretched arms. The guys lowered Jay's underwear and had him step out of them. He was now naked and pushed up against J.P. His head was repositioned and they opened his mouth. Jason's cock was lifted and placed into J.P.'s mouth. Then he was pushed forward until J.P. couldn't take any more. The guys moved Jason back and forth so that he could face fuck J.P. One of the guys came forward with a glass butt plug and dipped it into a large tub of lube before putting it behind Jason and inserting it into his ass. Then they attached a red and black lead to it which went to a box mounted on the wall behind them. The turned it on and I saw Jason jump. They turned a knob on it and I saw Jason's face as he was obviously being stimulated in some way. I wish I had my camera for all this, as it was pretty hot.

Then four guys came over to me and removed my underwear. I guess it was my turn next. I was sprayed with oil and had hands rub it all over me. It didn't take much of that kind of stimulation to have my cock bouncing rock hard in front of me. If they kept it going I was going to spew my load all over them. Then they covered J.P. in the same oil and rubbed it into every part of his body including his ass. I watched two guys pull his ass cheeks apart and finger a ton of lube into him as they worked his hole really well. Then I was lifted up by six guys and turned horizontal face down. My cock was dipped into a tub of lube and then I was carried until I was directly over J.P. They began to lower me. I felt a hand on my dick and as I got lower they aimed it at J.P.'s hole and inserted me into his ass. There was no delay as they dropped me all the way onto J.P. and left me lying on top of him. With all the lube and oil I slid in easily and I could feel J.P.'s warm oily skin enhancing my senses. I could have lain like this for hours and stayed hard, but the guys still had other ideas. I felt a butt plug enter my ass, which of course caused my dick to throb a bit inside Jean Paul's ass. Once I got used to the butt plug inside me I felt begin to expand inside my ass. It kept going until it felt like my ass was spread so wide you could park a car in there. I went to groan in pain and as I opened my mouth, a ball gag was wrapped around my head and fastened in place. So much for complaining. Then a blindfold was placed over my eyes. That's so not fair, now I couldn't see what else was going on. Just as I wondered what was next, the butt plug in my ass began to vibrate. I almost shot my load right then. I felt several hands take hold of me and I was raised up and then lowered repeatedly so that I could fuck J.P. They moved me at varying speeds and it felt insanely weird being controlled like this. I wanted to scream go faster, but my mouth was full of ball gag.

What had impressed me most was that I hadn't blown a dozen loads yet. I was being stimulated everywhere. Hands were running down my back. Fingers were playing with my balls, my ass was vibrating and I was fucking J.P. I felt a pair of hands rub my face and run fingers through my hair. The guys sped me up with the fucking and I finally couldn't hold it any longer. I groaned loudly and shot one of the most powerful loads I've ever had into J.P. The guys kept me moving even once I had finished. It was almost torture on my poor dick. I heard Jason moan and I could tell he had also shot his load. Then it was J.P.'s turn and as I dropped onto his back I felt him twitch and shudder as he obviously unloaded himself into the milking machine. I guess it did its job. This was wild. All the hands left me and things went quiet. I didn't know if I was supposed to do something and climb off, but with my ass stretched wide and not knowing what else I was attached to I waited. Fortunately it wasn't long before I felt the butt plug deflate and get removed. My ass felt so open that I was sure they could see right into my stomach. I was lifted off J.P. and placed back on my feet. Two guys held me so that I couldn't move and I heard other things happening around me. I heard J.P. being unhooked and a few minutes later I was taken somewhere slowly. A couple minutes later my blindfold and ball gag were removed and I saw that all three of us were in the shower. We were left alone and cleaned up in the warm water.

"That was fucking intense!" I said as I felt my ass which I was sure I heard wind whistling through.

"No shit. That thing they put in my ass gave electric jolts and vibrated. It was seriously wild. Sorry about blowing my load in your mouth without warning J.P.," said Jason.

Jean Paul was grinning and obviously knew what he had gotten us into. "Told you this was kinky. But there is a lot more if you just let the guys do what they want to you. Let's go take a break in the hot tub." We agreed and relax for a bit. I was a little worried that I'd sink like the Titanic as I wasn't sure that my ass wasn't water tight anymore. After about 20 minutes, we decided to go back down and see what else we could get into, or perhaps what else could get into us. We jumped back into our underwear, although I doubted it would stay on for long. The place was a lot busier and guys were into all sorts of things. Some were tied up and being whipped and seemed to be enjoying it. Others had clothespins all over their body pulling skin tight. A few were tied down and were being fucked by one guy after another. This was every porn movie I'd ever seen put into one room. As I got closer to them another guy came over to me and put his fingers through my hair and began to kiss me. No talking, no introduction, just tongue. He kissed me long and hard and put his hand inside my underwear to stroke my cock back to fully hard. He'd had a chicken subway sandwich for lunch. I could taste it. Now I was hungry.

A couple of guys came up behind me and took my hands. I was led over to a mat where I was told to lie down. I did and a couple of heavy duty ankle straps were attached to me and tightened firmly. Then a couple of metal ropes were attached to them from the ceiling forcing my legs apart. Just as I wondered what weird thing was about to happen next, my legs were raised into the air and I thought this was going to be fun until they kept going and lifted me completely off the ground upside down. I was hanging by my feet and I was just high enough that my hands couldn't reach the ground. A guy came up and put his cock at my mouth and I decided to see if I could actually suck a cock upside down so I opened my mouth. He began to fuck my face while another guy came up and began to rim my ass. All the blood was beginning to rush to my head but fortunately the guy fucking me didn't take long to cum and I was trying to swallow his load while upside down. Strange and absolutely not my favorite position. The guy rimming me shoved a couple fingers into my ass and I felt him jerking off and shot all over my back. The whole thing took maybe five minutes and I was lowered back down. My head was throbbing from the blood, but it was a ton of fun anyway. I untied myself and went for some water. I also needed and aspirin too as I had a headache. When I got back to the main room Jason and J.P. had found some of their own fun. Jason was on his hands and knees and J.P. was on top of him so they were back to back. Two guys were holding J.P.'s feet up and another guy was taking turns fucking both of them. He went from one hole to the next. He no sooner finished with them than more guys took his place. Others got involved and fucked my brother's faces. I watched for a bit and it wasn't long before guys were unloading all over them. This place was wilder than anything else I'd been too. Maybe the French guys had less hang-ups than westerners. We spent the next couple of hours here and I tried almost everything. Well everything that didn't include being beaten or hit with some sort of electric cattle prod. That looked absolutely beyond painful. At one point Jason had things attached to his nipples with a chain on it. He said it actually hurt a lot especially when someone pulled on them. I didn't like people pinching my nipples at all.

I have to say the weirdest of all the weird things that we did during the day was when the three of us had sex together. Now it doesn't sound weird except for how it happened. It started with Jason being bent over and tied to a saw horse which secured him firmly in place. J.P. then went behind him and was greased up and his hard cock was shoved into Jay's waiting ass. Before he was allowed to fuck, he was bent forward and a double ended dildo was shoved into his ass. Well, it was more like a butt plug at one end and a dildo at the other. The butt plug was inserted leaving at least an 8 inch dildo hanging from his ass. Then it was my turn to be positioned. A second saw horse was moved in and I was tied to it exactly the same way Jason was. The dildo in J.P.'s ass was lubed up and shoved into my ass as the saw horse was positioned closer to it. So if you were looking directly at us, I was on the left bent over, J.P. was in the middle with a cock in front and back of him, and Jason was bent over on the right. J.P.'s job was to fuck back and forth. I don't know who thinks shit up, but they obviously have a lot of time on their hands. As the guys watched, it wasn't long before we were also being fed cocks to suck. I must have swallowed half a dozen loads. I certainly wasn't going to need dinner tonight. J.P. fucked until he was exhausted, and by the time he stopped I could barely stand up. We cleaned up in the shower and got dressed. As we headed out, I made a note of this place so that I could come back one day and do that again. Of course, I thought maybe we should just try to duplicate the place in Vancouver and see if we couldn't get the guys a little kinkier. We went back to the house to join Mary for dinner as it was the last one before we headed back tomorrow. She had ordered pizza which all of us agreed was our favorite.

She was sad that we were leaving and told J.P. to behave himself while he was in Vancouver. If she only knew what we really got up to, I'm sure that warning would have been unnecessary. That night the three of us were sexed out so we just talked and fell asleep. The next morning we packed our stuff and grabbed the bus to the airport after hugging Mary goodbye and thanking her for the hospitality. We promised to return soon.

The pilot was waiting when we arrived and took our bags. J.P. was very impressed by our plane and couldn't believe that it was just the three of us. He had thought it was a charter plane that we used, but had no idea that it was actually ours. On the trip home, we made sure to induct him into our club. The mile high club. At this rate we were getting more members into this club than we got into the `Q', and I still hadn't had pins made up.

Next chapter soon, (prochain chapitre bientot)! Comments welcome at outinwest@gmail.com.