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CHAPTER 1

Part 1 | Monday

MASON:

    "Mason! You've got mail!"

    My brother's voice bellowed from down in the kitchen, echoing through the rest of the house. I instinctively looked up and made eye contact with my other brother, lying across from me in our room. My heart started to pound immediately.

    "It's from Harvard," Wyatt's voice came from downstairs again.

    "This is it," Finn smiled at me from his bed.

    I got up and fought the urge to run to the kitchen. With every step I took down the stairs, my heart only beat faster and faster.

    I got to the kitchen and was blinded by the light coming in through all the windows. It was the end of March and spring had officially started; but it felt more like summertime in Dallas already. Wyatt stood by the counter, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. If they'd have been board shorts, he'd look ready for the beach.

    "Here it is," he said, turning to me, holding an envelope.

    It took a couple of moments for my eyes to adjust. The sun hit my brother's body perfectly, blinding me for a second. Wyatt was always the most athletic of the three of us. If you saw his body you'd think he was ten years older, rather than a high school senior. 

    As I inched closer to him nervously, I noticed the sweat dripping down my brother's body. He'd probably been out for a morning run and checked the mail on his way back in. I swear he'll get himself arrested if he keeps going out in public like this! His shorts were so ridiculously low, I could see his pubes poking out under his six-pack abs.

    I tried to gauge the thickness of the envelope he was holding. Thick letter = good news. It did seem pretty thick…

    "Well?!" I heard Finn's voice behind me. He'd sprinted down the stairs after me. "What is it?"

    "He hasn't opened it yet," Wyatt said.

    "Are Mom and Dad in?" asked Finn.

    "They're both out," Wyatt answered, as sweat continued to drip from his hair down onto his large pecs and nipples.

    "Should we call them?"

    "No!" I said loudly. "I wanna open it first. I want it to be just the three of us."

    I looked left and right at my brothers, each of their faces almost identical to mine.

    Wyatt handed me the letter, and I stood there holding it.

    "C'mon!" Finn egged me on impatiently. 

    "In a second!" I said. This was Harvard, for fuck's sake!

    My brothers both closed in on me. We stood there in awkward silence.

    "Dude, fix your junk!" Wyatt said to Finn, lightening up the tense moment.

    Finn and I had just gotten out of bed. We were both in our underwear, Finn still fully sporting his morning glory. I looked at him as he chucked and adjusted his package.

    I took a deep breath, and opened the envelope.

    "I'm in!!!"

    Next thing I know, I was being hugged from both sides, as my siblings cheered and congratulated me. 

    "You're going to fucking Harvard, bro!"

    I closed my eyes and let that sink in. We were done jumping up and down, but we were still hugging tightly, our shirtless bodies sticking to each other. With my eyes closed, I could sense my brothers' smell even stronger. It sounds weird, but one of the easiest way to tell my brothers apart for me was by their scent. Of course, most people didn't usually get so near to us, so they had a hard time telling us apart.

    I felt overjoyed, in a cuddle pile with my brothers after getting such good news. But then, I realized the downside. My joy faded and sadness seeped in. This meant… we would all be going to different colleges in three different states. I hugged my brothers even closer, pulling them in as tightly as possible, feeling their bare skin against mine.

 

Part 2 | Wednesday

WYATT:

    "Morning, Mrs. Christie," I greeted our neighbor out walking her dog. She quickly managed to block my way, just as I was about to head inside the house after my run.

    Three weeks ago, my brothers and I turned 18, and the fact I was now technically an adult didn't seem to escape Mrs. Christie. I humored her for a couple of minutes as she shamelessly flirted with me and looked me up and down from behind her expensive sunglasses. They were flashy and flamboyant, almost as if to compensate for her perfectly average suburban life.

    "I hope you're wearing sunscreen," she said, looking up at my shirtless torso and down at the teeny tiny shorts I was wearing, which I'd taken from my brother Finn.

    "I'll be alright," I smiled. "The sun ain't that strong still. Anyway, I gotta go grab a shower before school. Have a nice day."

    "I'll see you around," she added.

    Oh, I'm sure. She seemed to know my running schedule better than I did.

    Up the stairs and into the bathroom I shared with my brothers. Mason and Finn still seemed to be asleep. I turned on the shower and looked at my body in the mirror while waiting for the hot water. 

    I didn't normally do much cardio but I'd started running every morning lately, just to get rid of some of the holiday fat I'd accumulated over the winter. Not that I had that much fat; nor could I afford to. Football was what was paying my way through college, and I had to stay in top shape. 

    "Pecs are looking good," I said to myself, bouncing them while checking myself our in the mirror, running my hands down my chest and giving my nipples a quick pinch. I sucked my stomach in to fully expose my six pack. Then, I turned around to look at my ass.

    "Damn!" I said out loud. My ass looked amazing in these shorts! I was just gonna borrow them for the day, but I might steal them from Finn completely. "Gay men really do know how to shop better," I thought of my brother who'd come out a couple of years ago.

    I pulled down the shorts to look at my ass, admiring how huge my glutes had gotten lately, when the door to the small bathroom opened and almost smacked me in the face.

    "Dude, why didn't you wake us up?! We're gonna be late," Finn burst into the bathroom, speedily lifting the toilet seat and going for an epic morning piss. 

    "I'm not your alarm clock," I said over the loud sound of my brother's stream hitting the water. Being triplets and sharing a bathroom, this kind of situation wasn't uncomfortable for us in the slightest.

    "'Miring your ass?" my brother noticed what I was doing. "Damn, it's gotten huge! You haven't started taking those steroids, have you?"

    "No," I said. Lately, a couple of my jock friends started taking roids and offered me to join, but I'd turned them down.

    I got in the shower. A full minute later, Finn had finally finished pissing and started brushing his teeth. At the same time, Mason joined us in the bathroom and headed to the toilet, pulling out of his underwear to go for a piss while the three of us chatted and tried to decide who would get to drive to school today.

 

Part 3 | Friday

FINN:

    With less than three months of high school left, people were throwing parties as often as they could. There was somewhere to go every single weekend; finding alcohol was no problem; and the parties usually ended with a big sob fest of group hugs and "I'll miss you guys."

    "I can't even imagine what it must be like for you three," people often told my brothers and me. After growing up sharing everything (including a room, even though there were more rooms in the house), we would now be scattered all over the country.

    Mason, the high achiever that he was, managed to get into Harvard. At his football coach's recommendation, Wyatt got into a school nearby and would be staying in Texas. Me, I was headed to an artsy school in California (which I'd picked, partially, because I knew every single other person there would be queer).

    Tonight, we only had a couple of hours after school to get ready to go to the latest house party somebody was throwing. While my brothers were downstairs catching up with our parents, I decided to take advantage and crank one out.

    "College gay porn," I typed into my phone, getting down to my underwear and jumping into bed.

    Lately, that had been my preferred category. I loved imagining all the scenarios and possible roommates… The sexy nerd with his glasses on, making jokes only he and I would understand. Or maybe I'd end up rooming with a hot jock, a beefy giant with a heart of gold… 

    I found a spy cam video of a guy jerking off in his bed while he thought his roommate was asleep. The quality wasn't very good, but the set-up completely turned me on. I pictured myself waking up in the middle of the night, catching my roomie going to town on his dick, thinking nobody can see him.

    As I watched the hot college guy on screen, I quickly got just as hard as he was. I pulled off my boxer briefs completely and let them drop to the floor. I gripped my boner tightly with my right hand, holding my phone with my left. Fuck, this guy was hot! I enjoyed the sensation in my cock, imagining he felt the same way. Too horny to even care there was someone else in the room…

    "Yo, what're you watching?"

    Suddenly, my brothers burst into the room, loudly making fun of me, the way we always teased each other when we caught someone red-handed.

    I quickly dropped my phone and tried to cover up my boner to no avail, as there was nothing to cover up with except my hand.

    When they spotted my phone, my brothers quickly jumped on my bed and tried to reach for it to see what I was watching. I tried to get to it first but I failed, as they both jumped on top of me. Mason got to the phone first, and Wyatt started tickling me and making me squirm. I tried to fight him off; but between trying to cover up my cock and getting over the shock of being caught, all while laughing uncontrollably, I wasn't able to do much.

    "'College guy jerks off with roommate in dorm room,'" Mason read off my phone. "Oooh, so that's what you're planning on getting up to in college."

    "Give that back," I panted at Mason, laughing and trying to fight off our brother. "What are you fuckers even doing here?"

    "Oh, we just came to jerk off with our roommate in the room," Mason joined in on the tickling, making me laugh so hard that my stomach hurt, all the while my boner swung left to right.

    After a couple minutes' torture, my brothers decided to have mercy and got off my bed. 

    "Mom and Dad wanted to see you downstairs," Wyatt said, heading out of the room.

    "Hurry up," Mason tossed me the phone and smiled, closing the door behind him as he went out.

    "Stupid fucks," I said, but maintained a smile on my face, as I went back to stroking my boner until I shot my load all over my chest. 

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