DENNIS:

    Now that we were sucking each other off pretty much daily, I guess it was safe to say Finn and I were fuck buddies (even though we weren't technically fucking). At times it even felt like we were boyfriends, but neither of us thought it necessary to use that label. Besides, it's not like we weren't hooking up with other people. Unbeknownst to Finn, I was well aware of his incestuous sexcapades with his brothers. As for me, I was now regularly seeing Mr. Crane outside of class. I sucked him off in his classroom a couple of times, and I gave him a quickie handjob in his car during lunch one afternoon. Most days when we didn't see each other, the Math teacher and I texted back and forth.

    "How's my favorite little faggot?" Mr. Crane wrote to me one Wednesday evening.

    "good, Sir. can't wait to see You and suck You off soon," I replied. 

    "After school tomorrow, cocksucker. You'll get a taste of this," he said, sending a photo of his hard cock. 

    "can't wait!!!!" I admitted, already salivating at the sight of the dick pic.

    Of course, sexting with my teacher gave me a boner, and I thought of ways to take care of business. Rather than do it on my own, I decided to text Finn and see what he was up to.

    "Watching TV in the basement with my bros. You can come," his message read.

    Ignoring my homework, I adjusted my hard dick in my sweats and headed for the front door. On my way out, my grandpa asked where I was going, but he made no move to stop me after I told him I was going next-door to the triplets' house. Grandpa seemed to like the three brothers and thought they were a "good influence" on me. I wonder what he'd say if he knew they were fucking each other up the ass?

    By the time I went down to the triplets' basement, my boner was halfway gone, making it easier to hide. I wanted to be honest and tell them, "Listen, I know you guys all hook up together" but I couldn't do that; not without admitting that I'd broken into their house and spied on them. So instead, I decided to stir the conversation in that direction and see if they would come out to me at their own volition.

    "So… just how much do you guys look alike?" I asked coyly.

    "What do you mean?" Wyatt asked, resting his white-socked feet on the table in front of him. His basketball shorts gave a good outline of his bulge, making me stare at his cock and lick my lips.

    "I mean, who has the biggest dick?" I laughed, acting like this was all a joke and we were just fooling around.

    "We're pretty equally hung," Finn replied good-naturedly. He sounded like he was smiling but I couldn't tell: I was still staring at Wyatt's bulge. Looking at me, Wyatt grabbed his crotch and pretended to adjust his balls.

    "So y'all shared a room before moving here?" I asked next, remembering Finn telling me that this was the first house in which the three of them had separate rooms. "That must've been fun, three boys in one room."

    "It was fun, alright," Mason added from the other side of the large sofa.

    "Did you walk in on each other jacking off?" I continued, now adjusting my own bulge. My cock was once again growing to a full erection.    

    "All – the – time," Wyatt said slowly and chuckled. His hand was still on his balls, now gently tugging on them. 

    "And what did you do then?" I asked. I did my best to appear nonchalant and hide my ulterior motive; make it sound like this was just regular guy talk. Even back in Texas, where all of my friends were straight, I remember us sometimes talking about stuff like this. My buddies would tell stories of how they walked in on their brothers or dads jerking off, and everyone would have a laugh, without even suspecting that their stories were giving me a hard-on.

    "What do you mean, what did we do? We just kept whacking it," Wyatt answered my question, accompanied by an exaggerated jerkoff gesture. He pumped the air above his crotch, making it look like he was beating an invisible dick. Meanwhile, his real dick was getting visibly bigger in his basketball shorts.

    "So y'all have seen each other jerk off? Like, you've done it in front of one another?" I said. 

    "Yeah, we have," Finn said, sitting next to me. I finally looked at him and saw him grinning ear-to-ear. "Why, you feel like jerking off?" he suddenly asked.

    Before I had a chance to answer, Wyatt had already pulled out his semi-erect tool. He did it casually, acting like it was no big deal that I was there. And though I knew these three got up to all kinds of stuff when they were alone, I wasn't sure how serious Wyatt was about jerking off right now with me here. He might just be goofing around, so I just forced a laugh in response. But my cock's reaction was definitely genuine. I tried not to stare too much, but it was wild to see that Wyatt's cock was almost identical to his Finn's, which I knew pretty intimately at this point.

    Meanwhile, Mason and Finn were both cracking smiles, making them look mischievous. When I saw Mason's hand going for his own swelling bulge, down on the other end of the couch, I started to understand that this was more than just showing off or being silly. I was being invited into these brothers' mutual play, and my heart was racing a million miles a second.

    "We don't really keep much from one another," Finn said, and I felt his hand on my shoulder. Looking up at him standing behind me, I could see that he had his hand down his shorts as well.

    "That's true," Wyatt confirmed. "We, uh... We know you've been giving our brother some amazing head lately, Dennis."

    "Sometimes he won't shut up about it," Mason added, now pulling his own growing dick from his pants. I blushed, not because I was embarrassed at being outed as a cocksucker, but because I wasn't used to being lauded for my dick-sucking in a group setting. Knowing that Finn was talking to his brothers about my oral skills made my cock throb even more now.

    "Well..." I began, wanting to sound confident and cool, "Finn's got an amazing cock. But I guess you both have known that for a long time. It's perfect for sucking." I caught my breath suddenly, realizing how that might sound. I hadn't meant to imply that either of them had sucked Finn off, even though I felt sure that at least Mason had. Luckily, either they didn't hear that as an insinuation or they didn't object to it.

    "Mason, do our dicks look just like Finn's?" Wyatt said in a playful tone.

    "I mean... I guess?" Mason responded, in the same joking voice. "Maybe we should let Dennis here compare them and tell us for sure." 

    Before I knew it, I had three identical dicks right in front of my face, each one with a hand slowly stroking it and showing it off to me. My jaw dropped open, more from shock than anything else, but of course, that was where all of these perfect cocks were eventually heading anyway. I immediately got to to work and slid my lips around the one right in the center, which happened to be Wyatt's.

    It really did feel like I was sucking off Finn – even the smell was similar. It made me feel confident, like I already knew what Wyatt would like. As I moistened his entire shaft with my tongue, my hand went to his nuts, tugging downward to make sure the slightly upward-curving dick was lined up perfectly to slide right down my eager throat.

    "Oh fuck! That's nice," said the jock, his hand drifting instinctively to the back of my head. I worked him over for a few minutes, mainly with my eyes closed. When I'd blink them open now and then, I was treated to the peripheral sight of another cock being stroked on either side of me.

    Soon, Mason cleared his throat audibly and elbowed his sibling, making it clear that he felt it should be his turn. Wyatt grudgingly stepped back and to the side, sliding his cock out of my mouth in the process. I let go of his nuts but I hadn't even moved my hand before Mason stepped up and placed his balls into my fingers, letting his oozing dickhead brush against my lips. Then he was down my throat in a flash, his hands on my head where his brother's hands had been just a second earlier. 

    I started to suck Mason – a sensation nearly identical to that of sucking his brothers. My own dick was throbbing nonstop in my sweats, and I reached down to quickly free it so that I could stroke myself.

    "That's right, cocksucker," I heard Wyatt mutter as he moved to stand on one side of me, where Mason had just been. From the sounds Mason made, I was doing a good job blowing him. After getting serviced for a few minutes, Mason slowly pulled away and Finn took his place.

    "You were right, bro: he's amazing," Mason said, and Finn just made a low "mhm" sound in response. His fingers gently traced my jawline as he teased his dick along the edge of my lip. As Finn gently tilted my face upward so that our eyes could meet, I saw that he was smiling.

    "Is all this okay?" he whispered softly, only barely audible even to me. In that moment, it felt like a swarm of butterflies took flight in my stomach. He was making sure I wasn't in over my head, and that vanished any last traces of nervousness I might have had. I nodded subtly and then practically swallowed his entire cock in a single slurp.

    Finn moaned in reaction and then I had his hands on my head, making sure his cock stayed right where we both wanted it. Even though they felt the same in almost every way, this one was the most comfortingly familiar of the three fraternal cocks I'd sucked tonight, probably because of the emotional connection I felt with Finn by now. 

    After a few more minutes, Mason took Finn's place again, and he seemed to be leaking more precum than the other two had been. There was a more urgent feel to Mason's thrusts this time, and when he stepped back again after only a minute, I felt a little confused. But then suddenly, he was down on the floor and I felt his mouth sliding over my shaft. I stopped the stroking that I'd been doing for myself, which allowed me to resume using both hands on the cocks that remained in front of my face. One hand grabbed Wyatt's cock and pulled it toward my mouth, and I used the other hand to stroke Finn while sucking on his jock brother.

    There was a lot of rapid back and forth after that. It was almost a game, making sure Wyatt and Finn's dicks got the same amount of attention from me. In the meantime, Mason's mouth on my cock kept my level of bliss at a steady increase.

    Soon – and just like I'd been hoping – both Wyatt and Finn were letting me know they were about to blow their loads. I did the only thing I could think of, since I wanted both loads in my mouth: I tugged them a little closer and managed to have two pulsing cockheads between my lips, when one of them began erupting and filling my mouth with cum. A second later, the other one joined in, and there were two identical loads coating my lips and tongue. I had to start swallowing fast, just to keep it all from spilling down my chin.

    It was like fireworks going off in my brain, and I was so overloaded with sensation that at first I didn't realize that I was cumming too, right down Mason's throat while he massaged my tightened-up nutsack. It was all so overwhelming, my head was whirling as I lapped at the final drops of jizz that were oozing out of the two brothers' dicks that filled the space in between my lips.

    I felt Mason release my cock and then the tip of his tongue was tracing a path up my abs and chest. By the time his mouth was approaching mine, I could feel him lapping up his brothers' cum that coated my chin, moaning softly while he eagerly found every drop. Then, his tongue was in my mouth and we shared the taste of three loads (including mine) as we kissed deeply. When he pulled his face back, Mason brought his hand up toward our lips and I didn't even have to glance down to know that he was about to feed me the load he'd just shot into his own hand. When I was done consuming a third batch of these three brothers' babies, I collapsed back into the couch, staring at their three smiling faces looking down at me.​​