Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2012 19:17:03 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 58

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.



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