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It was supposed to be a special birthday treat. That’s how it started, anyway.
Well, actually--it started with a lewd DM.
if u and ilya ever want a third im THERE
yall can use all my holes, idec
It was from Max, an old high school friend who’d transitioned a few years after Shane did. They’d kept in touch over the years, vaguely. Max always said how proud he was of Shane, being the first trans player in the league. He was one of a few trusted people on Shane’s Close Friends story, so he saw all the soppy couple posts of him and Ilya.
Shane’s eyes went wide at the message notification, before he let out a laugh.
“Hmm?” Ilya mumbled from his side of the bed, still half-asleep.
“Nothing,” Shane said, not knowing how to possibly explain this.
“Is Rose? Rose is being funny again?” Ilya asked, a slight edge of jealousy to his voice. He still wasn’t over Shane and Rose’s brief, ill-fated affair.
“No,” Shane replied.
“I am funny,” Ilya said petulantly. A soft smile spread across Shane’s lips. He placed a gentle kiss on Ilya’s forehead.
“I know,” Shane said. Shane put his phone back on his nightstand, deciding to deal with whatever that DM meant tomorrow. He snuggled into Ilya’s warm body, his head slotting perfectly into his usual spot on Ilya’s chest.
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omg I was so drunk last night I don’t even remember sending this, IM SO SORRY.
Shane woke up to another DMs from Max the next morning. He was glad there was a reasonable explanation for Max’s offer (it was totally out of character for him,) but Shane was surprised to find that he was also a little…disapointed. Him and Ilya had never talked about opening their relationship--it was a big enough deal when both of them stopped sleeping with other people in the first place. But Shane wondered sometimes if Ilya missed sleeping with women. Or if he missed sleeping with cis men. Shane worried he was a shitty combination between the two--a man with a pussy, but his dysphoria meant he didn’t like front penetration, or much attention around that area at all. He got fucked like any other cis gay guy, so it shouldn’t be an issue. Ilya never said it was an issue. He seemed quite content with Shane’s body. But Shane couldn’t help but worry that Ilya missed having vaginal sex with women. And a third…that had those parts…and was seemingly comfortable with more than he was (Shane knew from past conversations that Max had a lot less dysphoria than him)...it could’ve been fun.
Another message came in from Max.
this is so embarrassing literally like if you block me i understand 😩
Shane quickly typed out his reply before he could second guess himself.
No worries, we all say crazy things when we’re drunk. I’m definitely not blocking you! Hope you’re doing well
i am, thanks man! we gotta catch up sometime.
Max’s reply came quickly. He was probably relieved, Shane thought. He’d feel the same if he drunk texted something horny to anyone but Ilya. Max had probably gotten drunk and horny and was scrolling Instagram and just…had a lapse in judgement.
and i mean…the offer still stands. if, yk, it’d ever be something i and ilya would be into.
okay, enough embarrassing myself on the internet for today.
Shane felt a warmth bloom across his cheeks, a heat that dripped down his throat, to his very core. Max was a gorgeous guy--long hair, nose ring, tan and built like a runner--he wasn’t attracted to him like Ilya, of course, but maybe there was something there of a…strictly sexual nature.
He glanced at Ilya, still asleep next to him, softly blowing a blonde curl out of his face with each exhale. It was his birthday soon, and maybe…maybe it could be a special birthday treat for Ilya. Shane might enjoy it, too.
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“Sooo…you know how your birthday is coming up?” Shane asked a few weeks later, as they were both getting ready in their bedroom to go to some silly, fancy hockey party.
“Yes,” Ilya replied, as he adjusted his tux in the mirror.
“I was thinking--er, wondering I guess. Would it be fun…to have a…” Shane’s cheeks grew red. He was too embarrassed to finish the sentence. He was never good about talking about sex stuff.
“A party? Yes, we’ll probably have a party,” Ilya said.
Shane shook his head shyly.
“I was thinking--um, as a like, gift to you--we could…”
“Kiss. Fuck. Travel,” Ilya offered, like this was a fun fill-in-the-blank game--decipher what your boyfriend wants to say!
“The second one, yeah. Um. My friend Max, you know Max, long hair…um, he offered to be a third, if we ever wanted.”
“A third?” Ilya repeated, his face scrunching together. Shane couldn’t tell if he was angry or confused.
“You think I want to sleep with someone else on my birthday?” Ilya continued. He stepped closer to Shane, grasping his chin in his hands. His strong, weathered hands. Shane’s brain melted immediately.
“No, I just thought--”
“Because I don’t,” Ilya said, making level eye contact with Shane. It was intense, too intense, and Shane had to glance at the ceiling. He couldn’t tell if Ilya was actually mad or sexy-mad.
“I just thought maybe you missed pussy…in that way, you know…and it’d be…it’d be kind of fun, to have two guys fuck me.” Shane’s voice got quieter and quieter, barely whispering the word fuck. He was such a prude. As if he hadn’t been having insane gay sex with Ilya for YEARS.
“I don’t miss anything. I like you. I like fucking you.” Ilya let his hand drop from Shane’s chin. Shane head dropped down. He looked at the floor, embarrassed.
“But sounds like maybe this would be more of gift for you?” Ilya asked, chuckling slightly.
“I don’t know, it was dumb, I just…” Shane didn’t know how to say it. How to say, he’d never had sex with any guy besides Ilya. Never even considered it, until last night. That something about the idea of servicing two men at once…something about being with another guy with a body like his…
“Is not dumb. I think about it,” Ilya said simply. He was always so decisive. Shane wished he could be that sure of things.
Shane nodded gratefully, before pulling Ilya by his suspenders into his chest. He leaned his forehead against Ilya for a moment, before he looked up to kiss him.
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Ilya’s birthday came and went. Max, ironically, was invited to llya’s birthday party, and Ilya kept making suggestive eyebrow waggles every time he saw Shane and Max talking.
It wasn’t until around Christmas that Ilya broached the subject again.
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“Well, this is the best thing to come of a drunk text,” Max said as he stepped into their foyer. He wore a soft blue hoodie and jean shorts, which showed off his stunning knee tattoo of a panther. His wavy brown hair was styled to perfection, as usual, and his gold nose ring glinted from the sparkling white Christmas lights in the hallway. Shane swallowed, already feeling overwhelmed by desire. He looked at Ilya, making sure this was okay. Ilya smirked. He knew Shane too well. He knew Shane was already gone.
“We’re happy to have you,” Ilya said.
“Shoes off, please,” Shane added, pathetically, not able to think of any other words to say. Max nodded dutifully and kicked off his Converse, adding them to the line of mostly Reeboks beside the door. (Shane’s mom always made sure to have them out, so Shane would remember to wear the shoes he was contractually obligated to wear.)
There was a moment of awkwardness, the three men just standing quietly in the hallway. Unsure who was to make the next move.
“We’re going to have fun with him, hm?” Ilya asked, putting a hand on the back of Shane’s neck. He squeezed Shane’s neck for a moment, before letting his hand gently settle on the nape of his neck.
“I hope so,” Max said. He leaned towards Shane, a question in his eyes. Can I kiss you? Shane nodded. Max’s lips met his, slightly chapped but gentle. Shane felt Ilya’s hand twist into his hair, as if he was holding him in place. It felt good to know Ilya was okay with this. More than okay with this. He was excited to have someone else to boss Shane around with.
Max broke off the kiss, turning to kiss Ilya. Ilya wrapped his other hand into Max’s hair, kissing him roughly before he broke away. Now that both his hands were on the other boys’ heads, he pushed them together, like they were dolls he was playing with.
“Now kiss,” Ilya goaded. Shane chuckled before kissing Max again. He knew he was going to obey Ilya, whatever he wanted him to do. He was happy to do it. He could already feel his brain start to go fuzzy and soft. Shane pushed Max against the hallway wall, deepening the kisses, his hand wandering down to Max’s denim shorts. He rubbed the fabric, searching for Max’s t-dick, but the fabric seemed too thick. He groaned and pulled at the shorts’ waistband.
Max laughed softly and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall to the floor.
“Oh good, clothes are coming off,” Ilya said, taking off his shirt in one quick motion. Shane went to take off his pants, but Ilya stopped him.
“Don’t worry, I take care of. You just focus on--” Ilya gestured between Max and Shane. Shane nodded dumbly and returned to kissing Max. He felt Ilya’s hands pull off his shirt and pants roughly, caressing Shane’s top surgery scars as he went. Ilya kissed Shane’s neck as Shane continued kissing Max. From behind him, Shane could feel Ilya was already hard. Shane was, too. This was already the best, most overstimulating (in a good way) thing to happen to him.
Shane pushed Max’s shirt up, kissing along his belly and chest. Unlike Shane, Max hadn’t had top surgery yet. Shane was entranced by seeing another trans guy like this. Someone with a body like...his. Hips a little wide, like his. A bigger chest, like he used to have. Stubbly facial hair and downy belly hair, like his. Shane licked Max’s nipple.
“This okay?” He asked. Max nodded. Ilya had switched from kissing Shane’s neck to kissing Max, their two tongues apparently battling for dominance. Is this what happens when two tops get together? Shane wondered idly, before he returned to sucking Max’s nipple. Max groaned and pulled Shane closer to him. Shane wanted both of them in his mouth so bad.
“Bedroom?” Shane asked in a strained voice. Ilya immediately broke off of kissing Max and turned towards him.
“I think I will say when it’s time to move to bedroom,” Ilya said. Shane reached towards Ilya’s boxers, palming his dick.
“Need you,” Shane whined. Ilya shared a look with Max.
“See how desperate he gets?”
“It’s so hot,” Max said. “You just wanna do good, huh, baby?”
Shane nodded and kissed Max, out of words to try to convince either of them.
“Fine, fine, bedroom,” Ilya relented. He grabbed Shane’s hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. Max followed closely behind, all of them now in nothing but underwear, their clothes still strewn across the white tile floor of the foyer.
As soon as Ilya sat on the bed, Shane immediately went to him, laying his face on the bulge in his underwear, inhaling his favorite smell, that warm, spiced Ilya smell. He mouthed at Ilya’s boxers.
“Shane, you’re being rude. Focus on our guest,” Ilya commanded.
“Need you. Inside me,” Shane breathed. For a moment, he’d forgotten about Max.
“I will warm you up, but for now help out our guest,” Ilya said.
“Sorry,” Shane muttered, embarrassed. Max was at the head of the bed, sitting patiently. He’d taken off his boxers, his shiny cunt on display for all of them to see.
“Come on, baby,” Max said, patting his thigh. “You’ve never tasted T-dick, have you?”
Shane shook his head. He cautiously kissed Max’s pelvic bone, slowly making his way down to the curly black hair that covered his pussy. Eventually he found his T-dick, and gave it an experimental suck before looking up at Max.
“ 's good,” Max murmured.
“Keep going,” Ilya said. He patted Shane’s ass like he was sending a horse off to the races.
Shane sucked gently on Max’s warm, wet T-dick. Even aroused, it was softer than Ilya’s dick. He liked it. He liked it…a lot. He alternated between gentle licks and sucks, bent over Max, bare ass up in the air. This, obviously, was the perfect opportunity for Ilya to kiss his ass, slowly making his way towards his hole. Thank God, Shane thought. If Ilya wasn’t inside him in the next five minutes, he was going to explode. He needed to feel him, to feel how much he liked seeing Shane with another guy.
Shane moaned into Max’s pussy, trying to stay focused on licking him, as Ilya ate him out from behind.
“Fuck,” Shane muttered. It was all too much. Ilya’s entire tongue seemed to be inside him and Max’s cunt was so soft and warm--he climaxed quickly, a brutal ascent with few aftershocks.
“You came?” Ilya asked in disbelief. Shane’s head was still in Max’s crotch, but he did a “keep going” hand gesture. Ilya should know by now how quick Shane could come…and how often.
“You good?” Max asked. Shane nodded, breathing hard. He felt Ilya’s mouth go back towards his hole.
“Before I come--I wanted to try--before I’m too sensitive--” Max started to say.
“Ilya, Jesus Christ. You have to fuck me right now or I swear to fucking God--” Shane exclaimed, cutting himself off because he couldn’t think of a threat. He had nothing, just that he was filled with need. Ilya was torturing him at this point.
Ilya chuckled, pulling away from Shane.
“Okay, fine. Mr. Bossy.” He stood up beside the bed.
“Ilya--” Shane warned. Ilya threw his hands up in the air.
“I am getting condom!” Ilya said. “What, is illegal?” He strutted around the bedroom, fully naked and erect, searching through their drawers. Shane would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so desperate. Instead, he felt tears brimming in his eyes. He needed Ilya. Now.
Shane turned back to Max, who was wearing a sheepish expression.
“Sorry.”
“I don’t wanna interrupt--or, like, get in the way--” Max started.
“He will chill out when my dick is inside him,” Ilya said, matter-of-fact. Shane shot daggers at him, mad that it was true and that it hadn’t happened yet.
“What did you want to try?” Ilya prompted Max. Shane was glad he seemed to pick up on the fact that Shane didn’t have a lot of words right now.
“Tribbing, it’s like, pussies grinding on each other. I’ve always wanted to try it with another trans guy. Like, grinding, but also, swordfighting, a little.” Max let out a small laugh.
“Okay, c’mon,” Ilya said, sitting back on the bed. His dick was still hard, freshly condom-ed and waiting for Shane. Ilya smacked his thighs,
Shane immediately crawled over to Ilya and wrapped his body around him, his usual position when riding.
“Face our special guest, Shane,” Ilya reminded him. Shane turned, so he was facing Max, his back to Ilya.
“Good boy,” Ilya murmured.
Shane felt Ilya slide into him, slowly. Too slow, he was warmed up enough. Shane whined. Ilya sighed and fully entered him, bottoming out quickly. He thrust in and out of Shane slowly.
“See, he is calm now,” Ilya said to Max, before placing a rough kiss on Shane’s jawline. Shane didn’t even care to argue or pretend he wasn’t enjoying this. He felt safest, securest, with his boy inside him.
Max crawled closer to Shane. His head dipped low, towards his pussy. Max looked up in question. Shane immediately felt fear coarse through him. He didn’t like his front hole getting eaten out, especially not by strangers. Well, Max wasn’t a stranger, but close enough. He only trusted Ilya enough to suck his T-dick sometimes. Sometimes.
“No--I just--maybe the--other thing?” Shane said in between moans. It was strange to have someone see him experiencing his most private pleasure, but the way Max was watching him--brown eyes sparkling and wide, pink lips turned upward in a small smile--it felt safe.
Max nodded. He kissed Shane again, gently. Getting kissed by a pretty boy and fucked by another one. Shane didn’t know what he’d done to deserve such good luck. He might start answering his Instagram DMs more.
After a while of kissing, Max got closer to Shane, so his body was flush against his. His skin was warm and damp with sweat. He smelled like fresh rain and sandalwood.
“It’s just, like this--” Max said quietly. He took two fingers and parted his pussy lips, so his T-dick was fully jutting out. Shane heard Ilya’s sharp intake of breath behind him. His thrusts paused for a moment, entranced by Max’s little red T-dick as much as Shane was.
Max leaned his pelvis into Shane’s, letting his T-dick graze Shane’s cunt. Max ground against him, soft and warm and dripping wet. Shane moaned and started to grind back, small thrusts so Ilya would stay inside him. Ilya started to time his thrusts with Shane’s, so it was as if the two of them were fucking Max at the same time. Shane had never felt so full, so happy, so sated in his life.
Max guided Shane’s fingers to his T-dick, showing him how to part his lips so his dick stuck out a little more, then ground his dick against his. It was, like Max said, swordfighting. But mini. And fuck, it felt so good. Shane leaned his head against Ilya’s chest, mouth opening, tongue lolling out. Ilya stuck two fingers in his mouth, just to give him something to suck. That, somehow, was what put Shane over the edge again. He came hard, in waves that felt like they lasted hours. He might’ve bit down on Ilya’s fingers. He didn’t really know, he was just hazy and blissed out.
Shane watched Ilya and Max kiss above him, Max pausing on grinding against Shane. Once Shane felt like he could breathe again, he squeezed Max’s hand.
“More,” Shane begged. Max nodded.
“Here,” Ilya said. He kissed Shane’s collarbone gently before he slid out of him, letting him lie down flat on the bed. Shane whined as soon as he felt empty again. Ilya ran his hands through his hair, reassuringly. Somehow he seemed to know exactly what Shane wanted, before he even knew it.
Max crawled on top of Shane as Ilya watched, rutting his pussy against Shane’s for what felt like hours, his breasts slapping against Shane’s flat chest. It was sweaty and warm and wet and Shane never wanted it to end. They switched between gentle grinding and ramming into each other like their life depended on it.
Ilya watched from the sidelines as he stroked his dick, studying the two men like he watched playback of a bad hockey game.
At one point, Max cleared his throat and used his pointer finger to open Shane’s mouth. Shane nodded in assent, happy to go along with whatever Max was planning. Max cleared his throat again and spit in Shane's mouth, warm and wet. A little spit dripped down Shane’s mouth.
Ilya leaned forward to wipe it away, gently. Shane immediately reached out and squeezed Ilya’s hand. Ilya chuckled and somehow knew exactly what Shane wanted. He spit into Shane’s mouth too, before smothering him with sloppy kisses. Shane groaned. This is what he’d wanted the whole time. To be completely used by two men, to be treated like a little toy for them to play with.
“I’m gonna--” Max started to say, still grinding on Shane’s cunt. Shane didn’t understand how he’d already lasted that long. Max’s grinding slowed. Shane felt Max’s lips pulse as he came, then felt warm liquid coat his own cunt in spurts.
“Sorry--think I squirted--” Max breathed. Shane wasn’t sorry. He immediately dove into Max’s pussy, lapping up everything he could.
With Shane’s ass up in the air again, Ilya saw his opportunity and rammed back into Shane’s hole. He wasn’t gentle this time.
“Fuck, Shane,” Ilya muttered. “Gonna make me cum so hard. Such a good boy.”
Shane felt his belly go warm. He loved, loved, loved being Ilya’s good boy. He felt Ilya’s warm cum inside him and he, somehow, orgasmed for the third time.
Shane loved being a tboy.