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It had been two weeks since Robby was finally allowed to get back to the ER following his breakdown after the Pittfest mass shooting. Back then, no one was around to help, to lift him up and keep him from crumbling while screaming at the cartoon animals that lined up the walls.
It had also been two weeks, coincidentally, that Dennis learned just how great the sex could be if he pushed the right buttons and left Robby to mill over his pent up desire for a full work day. Exhausted, stressed out and horny, he'd come home to pump Dennis full of cum, eat a three day old slice of pizza standing naked at the kitchen and then snore like a hibernating bear, with Dennis comfortably tucked in his arms.
Things seemed to be falling into place - His camboy gig was fruitful, his boyfriend doubled as a loving sugar daddy and, with his help, Dennis saved up more than enough to afford getting back to his studies, though Robby made sure that he knew he would be supported and cared for even if all he did was lay in bed the whole day.
That's exactly where he found himself one lazy Friday morning, sprawled on Robby's bed, the sun kissing his bare skin while he pondered if he should eat whatever Robby had left for him, or get back to his own apartment next door to share Trinity's avocado toasts before she headed out for the day.
His mind drifted, recalling a conversation from a few days prior, one hand mindlessly scratching his pudgy stomach, the other comfortably tucked inside his underwear, cupping his own crotch purely for warmth, two fingers twirling a curly lock of his bush.
"I was thinking." Dennis announced as soon as Robby stepped into the apartment, helping him take off his heavy jacket.
The older man raised his eyebrows suggestively, kissing Dennis' forehead before letting himself collapse on his Dad Chair TM, a leather seat as old as Dennis, that groaned with any minimal movement.
"How was work today?" Robby tapped his thigh with two fingers, and the blonde was quick to sit on his lap, hugging his shoulders.
"How was work today?" He obediently repeated, batting his eyelashes in feigned innocence.
"Tiring." Robby took off his glasses, then nuzzling Dennis' cheek, his beard prickling the smooth skin in a familiar and welcomed manner.
Dennis bumped their noses, allowing them to enjoy each other's presence and that comfortable silence for a moment longer. Squeezing his boy's side, Robby peppered a few kisses that trailed from Dennis' jaw to his exposed neck.
The pressure of his body against Robby's felt like a blessing after a whole day barking orders, poking guts and saving lives - Whatever sense of dread built up throughout his shift dissipated once he was in Dennis' orbit, their gravitational pull just strong enough to unwind the stress that stiffened his muscles.
"What did you come up with this time, little devil?" He asked, loving and patient, already used to being a target for Dennis' sexual experiments at that point.
Dennis immediately perked up, shifting where he sat like he prepared to announce life-changing information.
"Two-on-one action has been popping off lately." He blinked, his eyes wide and expectant as he waited for his boyfriend's reaction in order to continue. "I mean, trending, like lots of people looking it up recently. I mean, more views, you know? More tips, more potential subscribers."
"I know what popping off and trending means, Dennis, all of my students are millennials." Robby rolled his eyes, his hand still kneading on Dennis' thick thigh while they chatted.
"W-Well, right." Dennis cleared his throat, his cheeks growing a little pinker. "I thought… Maybe you could call in a friend. Someone you… Really trust, and like, and would be okay with, y'know, sharing."
Robby paused, his own face rapidly gaining color. His grip on Dennis' thigh tightened, and he soon turned his head away, his ears red and hot to the touch.
"I thought, maybe Abbot?" Dennis added sheepishly, swallowing hard before continuing. "He's already basically your queer-platonic partner anyway."
"Jack isn't my partner, Dennis, you are." Robby was quick to correct, suddenly shutting Dennis out in a way he'd never done before, no matter the subject.
Dennis furrowed his brows, tilting his head slightly in order to put himself on Robby's line of sight.
"Hey… We don't have to, if you're not comfortable with it, yeah?" He assured, his voice low and kind. "I just thought… I guess I had the wrong idea about you two, I'm sorry."
We've never talked about this, now that I think of it. The boy thought, absentmindedly chewing on his inner cheeks. I always just assumed it was a given. I wouldn't even dare to try and claim the space I know he has earned for himself in your heart. He's been here way longer than I have, anyway. Literally.
Dennis slowly hooked two fingers under Robby's chin, guiding his face back towards him, his gaze glimmering with fondness and understanding. Stubborn as ever, Robby kept his eyes low, his cheeks still warm when Dennis lovingly pinched them.
"Michael, you're more open-minded and progressive than most men your age. On… Queer issues, at least. I mean, shit, your boyfriend is a trans man, leaning non-binary, sex worker who gets off on calling you Dad." He traced under one of Robby's eyes with his thumb, a smile on his lips. "All I'm saying is I wouldn't be surprised or bothered if you someday woke up wanting your best friend of thirty years to move in with us."
With a heavy sigh, Robby finally turned his gaze back to Dennis, his melancholic old dog eyes glimmering in uncertainty - Not over the intricacies of their relationship, but the sudden realization that the coat of cheap paint he had over his life-long friendship was thin and flakey, enough that Dennis could scratch a chunk off by simply stating facts, revealing the true, vivid colors below.
Dennis re-opened his eyes, the insistent buzzing of his phone dragging him off his day-dream. With a groan, he unlocked the screen, opening the notification that came from his three-person chat with Robby and Jack, which had been created the same evening Robby gave in to the whole 'Ok, maybe I'm gayer than I had previously predicted' mid-life crisis.
Dennis smiled at the screen, his eyes still a little puffy and reddened from sleep.
Jack A. 🐰 ( 10:21AM )
Soooo 😎
Jack A. 🐰 ( 10:21AM )
Everything good for tomorrow night boyz?? 😈
Jack A. 🐰 ( 10:22AM )
🍆🍑🥕 💦
Jack A. 🐰 ( 10:22AM )
👉👌
🧸 Papa Bear 🫀 ( 10:26AM )
Stop with the emojis.
Jack A. 🐰 ( 10:26AM )
😢
Me ( 10:27AM )
i can't wait!! 🫡🫡🫡
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Dennis laid upside down on the living room couch, his back against where he was supposed to sit, his legs dangling off the top. While he waited for Jack to arrive for their scheduled play time, he chewed on the string of his brown hoodie, preparing the draft of his next, much anticipated post.
All that was left was crafting a title enticing enough for people to click. He looked up from the screen, watching as Robby nervously paced back and forth next to the front door.
"Michael." He called, eyebrows raised. Robby stopped on his tracks, turning to face him with the body-language of a kicked, wet puppy. Dennis clicked his tongue, gesturing to the vacant place next to him.
"Wanna help me with the title?" He spat out the string, which slapped against his face, wet with drool. Dennis grimaced. He really should stop chewing on these.
Robby slowly approached, sitting by his side so stiffly one would think he was the one currently with a fat crystal plug currently filling his insides and tape over his cunt.
"I was thinking of something like… Caught his Sugar Baby in bed with his best friend, hashtag boy-pussy, hashtag- What? What's with that face?" Like the brat he was, Dennis grinned mischievously, observing the traitorous flush that spread up Robby's neck, creeping to his face and the tips of his ears.
"You want people to think I'm being cucked?" Robby groaned, running a hand through his short hair.
"Of course not, you'll join in! It's not cucking if you also kiss your best friend." Dennis barked out a laugh. "I've already told you the titles are just bait for perverts. The people watching normally know it's not the actual truth, but, y'know, they're willing to indulge in it for the fantasy. Gives the video a little spicy context for them to… Enjoy."
Robby nodded with a flustered sigh, still not at all accustomed to those perverted twists on their recorded perversions. Ironically.
"Alright. So, scratch that. How about: It's not gay if he licks his best friend's cum off his boyfriend's mou-" Robby slapped Dennis' mouth shut, his face an even darker shade of pink.
Dennis laughed so hard he was surprised the plug inside him didn't just pop right out, grabbing his stomach with both hands. They play-wrestled for control on the narrow leather couch, each movement echoing in quiet creaks and shuffling.
"'s not that baammph!" Dennis licked Robby's hand to no avail, still being manually silenced. "Ruhbby!"
Both ended up breathless and overheated - Robby had a knee in between Dennis' legs, holding his wrists over the blonde's head, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead.
"I yield! I yield!" Dennis breathed out, his cheeks strained from how much he smiled. That seemed to happen a lot since their first fateful meeting in the building's laundry room.
Shit, I gotta start lifting again. He thought, his chest heaving in labored pants. Can't have this old man pinning me that easily.
They stared for a few seconds, Robby's big brown eyes reflecting his love's face better than any mirror or camera ever would. After all, none could capture each detail, mole and freckle with a rosy lens that highlighted his best qualities and carved them directly to the back of Robby's eyelids.
Robby could feel Dennis' frantic heartbeat where the boy's cunt met his knee. He leaned in, brushing their noses lovingly.
"Are you nervous?" Dennis kissed Robby's chin, then inching his face to mouth at his jaw.
Robby's knee pressed the flat bottom of the plug inside Dennis, pushing it just enough to make him squirm. In response, the blonde let out a soft breath through his parted lips.
"…Maybe." Robby whispered back, his nose meeting Dennis' cheek. "It's been at least a decade since we've last-"
A playful knock at the door cut Robby's confession short - It sounded like Jack was as thrilled to be there as both were to have him, slapping the wood with both hands non-stop.
Robby closed his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.
"Your guest is here." He murmured almost mournfully.
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The three of them stood in the bedroom like they tried to figure out where to hide a body, awkwardly shifting in their spots, as if the few toys scattered around the bed were the mangled remains of Robby's dignity.
Taking a deep, patient breath, Dennis ran a hand on his nape, sheepishly smiling to Jack.
"Should I make us drinks first?" He asked with a breathless laugh.
"I think I need to be sedated." Robby grunted, dropping onto the bed with a hand over his forehead, as dramatic as he acted when sick.
"You act like I've never had my tongue up your ass." Abbot mocked, throwing off his jacket and then getting rid of his shirt - Dennis appreciated the promptness.
"Not in front of-" Robby's complaints were muffled by the sudden surge of blood drumming in Dennis' ears.
The blonde blinked in surprise, shamelessly staring at what most certainly was a pair of old, silvery mastectomy scars on Abbot's chest. He tuned out the bickering, a flush of red crawling up his cheeks.
Dennis swallowed dry, his clear eyes following down Jack's happy trail to the black straps that led into his cargo pants and indicated he'd come in bearing his own toy.
"…Jack, you're-" he croaked, then clearing his throat to try again. "I-I think Robby failed to mention that, uhm… You…"
He was simply beautiful. A raw, rugged display of survival and resiliency, a self-built man, both sturdy and soft on all the right places. Jack was so manly, so passable, self-confident and everything Dennis wished he could achieve with a few more years on T and a subscription to the nearest gym paid using Robby's money.
He was a living, breathing example that Dennis' life wouldn't simply cease once he reached thirty years old, carrying his scars like trophies though not making them the center of his whole being.
Jack Abbot was a doctor. He was funny, he was a reformed veteran, he was witty, and caring, and incredibly hot, and he just so happened to also be trans. He was alive, he had been alive for that whole time, and would continue to be long after.
Both older men paused mid-argument, and Robby let out a low, self-conscious "Ahh, yeah", grimacing.
Jack's eyebrows shot up, an amused grin on his lips. He shifted his stance in the habitual and unconscious effort to re-distribute the weigh on and off his prosthetic.
"Your old man didn't tell you the bullet scars aren't the only extra hole I got." He guessed, looking back at Robby, who had a hand over his reddened face.
"I guess it slipped my mind." He mumbled, snarling when Abbot barked out a loud laugh. "I'm sorry your vagina isn't the first thing that comes to mind when talking about you, jerk."
"Crude!" Dennis couldn't help but smile, unable to take his eyes off Jack's chest, as his presence now seemed to carry even more value than simply for their collab.
They would warm up eventually, Dennis figured, and once the little recording light was on, both men finally stopped bickering.
After ordering them around a little, Dennis sat between them, who stood at each side of him, strap and cock equally menacing. Slowly, Dennis wrapped his lips around Jack's strap, one hand lazily jerking Robby in a multi-tasking display so as to equally distribute his attention and affection.
Still, lifting his shimmering eyes towards Jack, Dennis was very clearly mesmerized by the older man's build and history living as a man for longer than Dennis himself had been alive. That explained part of Robby's evident annoyance, though he was pretty jealous by default - He was scared. Scared Dennis would find Jack a better suitor, as they had more in common than Robby could ever dream of understanding.
"So, rock, paper, scissors to see who'll take which hole?" Jack grinned, and Robby sighed in response.
"Or you could ask him." He suggested, unimpressed despite the betraying flush of his cheeks.
Dennis watched the interaction while mindlessly suckling on the tip of the strap, his eyes glimmering with feigned innocence. He wondered how his Robby looked when being dominated, something Dennis never quite managed to get around on doing just yet.
There's a video idea… Note that down, Den.
"I don't think that's what he wants right now, brother." Jack pointed out, grabbing Dennis' face and squeezing it to prove his point - Drool dripped down his chin, partially acting, partially a genuine effort to turn off his brain and take what was given to him. "Do you feel like choosing anything right now, sweetheart?"
Dennis shook his head no, releasing Robby's cock to run his short nails down the man's inner thigh.
"See? Don't worry, boy, daddy and I will make the tough decisions for you." Jack cooed, caressing Dennis' curly locks. "You just focus on being a pretty little hole, yeah? Can you do that for us?"
Entranced, Dennis nodded.
"I like this already." He couldn't help but giggle when Jack pulled him by the back of his neck and positioned him on all fours. The bed creaked under his weight.
"How about you show me some hospitality, and let me have his ass this time, Mikey?" The man looked back up, easily manhandling Dennis like he used to see his father - his actual, biological father - do to moderate sized farm animals, such as sheep, calves and even the occasional filly or colt.
He was spun around, made to face Robby instead, his cheek pressed against his boyfriend's length and heavy balls. Robby didn't look too happy, tugging on Dennis' hair as one passive-aggressively caresses a cat.
Dennis batted his eyelashes, nuzzling Robby's cock in hope of earning the slightest of smiles. In turn, Robby looked down at him, simply leaning closer so Dennis would take his tip in.
So jealous. Dennis rolled his eyes, wrapping Robby around his lips. Stop being stubborn and enjoy it a little.
Behind him, Jack groped the boy's ass, spreading his cheeks out and massaging them before he pulled the crystal plug out with a lewd pop that Dennis hoped the microphone could capture.
Dennis' hole clenched around nothing, a gaping, greedy contraction of muscles that invited the black strap in with ease. He whimpered, his sounds muffled by Robby's cock, already halfway in, warming his velvety throat.
"There you go…" Jack patted Dennis' side, slowly pushing further inside until he couldn't distinguish where the strap ended and Robby began. He squeezed his eyes shut, small tears gathering in the corners.
"Aren't you a good toy?" Jack cooed, his eyes fixed on Robby's when he gave his first fierce thrust. Dennis whimpered with a nod once more, blinking more salty and warm tears that clung to his blonde eyelashes.
"Does it hurt, doll?" Jack asked in a whisper, his hand still smoothing Dennis' side like he tried to ease up a struggling animal. "That's how men take it… It thought you were at least a boy, no?"
Dennis felt impossibly full, his face fully pink, his arms trembling and struggling to hold his weight.
"Gmphh…"
"What was that?" Jack laughed melodically. "Now, now, you'll get yourself choking. Let us do the speaking, you just take it."
When Dennis failed to respond, Jack gave him a sharp smack on the ass, followed by another thrust.
"Yes, sir." He barked, and Dennis dazedly nodded.
"Y-Yes, mmh sir…" As warned, Dennis choked on his own spit and Robby's cock, struggling to breathe even more once he was impaled from both sides.
Shit…
His eyes were filled with tears, snot and drool mixed with the precum Robby leaked into his mouth. He grunted and squirmed, whining pathetically as each thrust led to another from the opposite way.
Soon enough, Robby's grip on his hair tightened and the man, who was eerily quiet up to then, groaned in pleasure, releasing hot ropes of white.
Dennis suffered to swallow, and just when he thought he was about to drown, his head was pulled back by Abbot, who watched each trembling, loud breath upside-down. Dennis hiccuped and coughed, his arms giving in on him - He fell forward, as up, like a presenting bitch.
"There, there… Shh…" Robby whispered hoarsely, sitting on the edge of the mattress so Dennis could lay his head on the man's thigh while still being relentlessly pounded by Abbot, who grinned as if that was the most fun he'd had in years.
"Giving up already?" He mocked, and Dennis sobbed in response, shaking his head no. "…Not talking to you, sweetheart."
Robby looked back up, his cheeks flushed and breathing unsteady after the orgasm.
"I'm alright." He dryly stated.
Before Robby could add to his bitter act, however, Jack ran a hand along Dennis' spine, pinning him down and placing his leg upon the bed to better lean over him. That way, hammering the strap inside Dennis, he reached for Robby's face, pulling his chin to close the distance.
Dennis strained his neck. his eyes heavy-lidded, his mind fuzzy with pleasure, trying to get a glimpse of the kiss that occurred just outside his line of sight. He cried out, his face mushed against Robby's soft stomach as the man inched closer, one hand on Dennis' hair, the other touching Jack's freckled arm almost sheepishly.
They probably wouldn't be able to use that footage at all, as the hottest moment on it included both their faces - Not that Dennis was even close to figuring it out at that point. With his tongue out, he tried to catch stray licks off Robby's skin, breathing through his mouth, a vein marking on his forehead, for the stimulation was simply too much to handle.
Dark smudges framed his vision, which completely swam once Jack decided to rip the tape over his cunt with no prior warning. Good thing he had shaved beforehand.
Dennis cried loudly, his breathing coming out in strained heaves as Jack stuck a finger inside, then two, then three, barely taking enough time to properly stretch between each addition.
"Now, now, don't cry…" He cooed, though his grin was unwavering and his thrusts still carried the energy he began with. "You're doing so good… The perfect sex doll you are, my boy."
Jack lapped on Robby's mouth and suckled on his tongue like a damn animal, somehow able to make Robby cum a second time, untouched. - Straight into Dennis' eye, too. Ouch.
It was too much. It was all too much.
At the same time Dennis reached his climax, he lost complete control over his body, piss running down his thighs, cries ripping through his throat with the promise of his voice being completely gone later on.
Then, nothing. He blacked out and the warmth went away, no rough hands manhandling him, no more fingers inside him. With half his face still dripping cum and one eye glued shut, Dennis was left on his side, Robby's flannel over him, made to witness that in the few seconds - or minutes? - consciousness slipped off his grasp, Jack had pounced on Robby, the strap lying useless and wet on the bed.
Jack straddled Robby, holding onto the bed frame while riding his face and hoarsely calling his name at each grind down his tongue and nose.
Dennis grunted softly, rubbing his bad eye with a trembling hand. Yeah, the editing process was going to be tough.
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After a long, hot shower and some well deserved after-care, Dennis had his head pressed to Robby's chest, sitting on his lap while some corny rom-com served as the only source of light in the living room. Robby had fallen asleep, still unusually quiet, probably aware of the impending conversation that would eventually take place between the three of them.
Just an inch closer than what would be considered appropriate, Jack sat by their side, one hand mindlessly petting Dennis' hair while playing a match-three game on his phone.
Sweet! A velvety male voice praised at yet another well thought out combo. Dennis side-eyed Jack's phone. He was at level five hundred sixty seven. Wow.
Delicious! Satisfied with his unique gaming skills, Jack shifted in his spot, twirling one of Dennis' curls around his index finger.
"B-But…! Antonio Romeo, I can't possibly choose between the two of you!" The protagonist whined, embraced by one of her lovers. "Sometimes I wish… I-I wish I could be with both!"
With an earbud in, Dennis paid half attention to the TV while he watched the raw footage from their little collab, taking mental notes for the editing he'd do the next day.
DAD'S PERVERT FRIEND teaches him a LESSON on SHARING, Dennis typed out, shifting to better accommodate the laptop on his thighs. ( #FRIENDSHIP #RUGGED #PARIS ) ( BLESS OUR VETERANS 💜 )
"What?!" Antonio Romeo gasped in disgust, pushing her off his arms. "Carla Maria, just what kind of degeneracies has that man been teaching you?!"
"Ah, impossible." Jack mocked in a low purr, though his eyes were still glued to his phone - He seemed to be purchasing extra in-game lives with real money. "There ain't such a thing as a throuple."
Dennis smiled.