I met Ben Chiarot the summer of 2014, before my senior year at U Manitoba. Ben was just starting with the Jets, and we met, predictably, at a bar. We went on a few real dates, starting dating officially, you know the story. I graduated in May, Winnipeg was eliminated in the first round of the playoffs, and we were looking forward to spending the summer together. Ben’s roommate and longtime friend Damian was doing his internal medicine internship at Victoria General Hospital. Everything was working out great.

Dustin and Emily Byfuglien hosted a post-season party the Saturday before the Cup finals. It turned out Damien had the first weekend of June free, so Ben (having played a lot on Big Buff’s line) pulled some strings and got a +2 to bring both of us.

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I pressed the door buzzer a second time, tapping my foot impatiently. Damian finally answered, his voice crackling over the intercom “Who is it?”

I snapped back, “It’s me! This is damned heavy, let me in!” The door buzzed, and I let myself in, balancing a case of beer on the railing. The apartment door was ajar when I reached the 8th floor, so I pushed it open, shutting it behind me. Ben and Damien appeared, laughing at something, and helped me unpack the beers into the fridge.

I took a bottle of tequila out of my purse and set it on the counter, at which point Ben commented “Looks like a fun night all around! You know what they say about tequila making her clothes fall off!” Although he was quoting a country song, he was absolutely right about my favorite liquor.

We all laughed, he kissed me hello, and we proceeded back to the living room, beers in hand. The Byfugliens’ party didn’t start for a few hours, so Ben switched on a rugby match - Aussie rules, my favorite. The three of us chatted and sipped our beers as the afternoon wound down. The sun was setting when Damian went to the kitchen and returned with the pitcher from the blender. He’d made margaritas, and the icy lime slushie was a perfect way to end our pregame. We headed out into the Manitoba summer, hopping in Ben’s 4-Runner to head to the party.

The Byfugliens’ house was decorated with Jets gear and general hockey stuff. I’d only met Emily once before, but spent some time talking to her and Sam Wheeler. The house was full of players, including some of the Manitoba Moose AHL guys, and various wives, girlfriends, and puck bunnies for the single guys.

Games of beer pong, flip cup and the like blurred together as the night went on. Eventually, as one does, I ended up in the basement where the ‘dancing’ happens. If you can call it dancing, really. Thumping club music, thumping co-ed bodies, ‘dancing’. House parties are the only place the big shots can get away with this kind of thing - too much paparazzi press and twitter tattling in clubs or bars. Ben was still upstairs, mid-winning streak in some game. I loitered with Zach Bogosian, on DJ duty, and Michael Frolik - dancing by myself and talking to them about their summer plans.

Someone slapped my ass, and assuming it was Ben, I held his hand in place and spun around into him. But it wasn’t Ben, it was Damian! I stuttered a bit, saying “Sorry, I thought you were Ben!”

He smiled, clearly a bit drunk, and said “Ah but I knew exactly who you were, babe.”
Assuming he was just playing around, I laughed and rolled my eyes. He hadn’t removed his hand, though, and we were still standing dangerously close together. I knew Bogosian and Frolik were watching us, and as Bogo switched the song, he shouted at us over the cacophony “Go dance!”

Figuring that was the easiest way to diffuse the growing awkwardness of my proximity to Damian, I walked forward into the mob, not taking his hand but assuming he would follow me. He did. Somewhere in the crowd I stopped, dancing only slightly, and took a few more sips of my drink. I turned back to see Damian right there again, very close to me. I leaned up and spoke directly into his ear so he could hear me, “What are you after? Does Ben know you’re playing at me like this?”

His grin spread across his face, his eyes dancing devilishly. “He knows, we’ve got a plan.”
I laughed at the preposterous suggestion that those two could plan anything past a pizza order, and in response he just winked. “Shall we dance?” he asked, and I shrugged, downing the rest of my drink and tossing the cup toward the trash can on the wall.

His hands found their way to my hips, soon I was grinding against him; I found myself enjoying it more than I thought. Perhaps it was the tequila, or perhaps I fancied Damian more than I had thought. After a few songs, someone came up behind me, grabbing my waist just above where Damian’s hands were. I glanced backwards, and found Ben, grinning like a hyena. He leaned in against me, and asked if I was having fun. It was too loud for me to respond, so I nodded. Ben pressed himself against my ass, grinding along with me as I faced Damian and asked me, “Really? Fun with Dr. Drunk here?” I laughed, and spun myself around.

Now that I was facing Ben, I leaned in and told him what Damian said: “Apparently you were in on this the whole time, setting Dr. Drunk on me!” He smiled, stepped closer and just kept dancing. ‘Dancing,’ like any horny 20-somethings. Damian took his cue from that, and pressed right in against me from behind – we were a gyrating, grinding sandwich. I was laughing, enjoying myself – and then I noticed that Ben wasn’t holding onto me anymore, he was stroking Damian’s arms. To be fair, they’re nice arms – muscular, a delicious butterscotch color that only grows deeper with a tan – but I’d never known Ben or Damian to be attracted to other men. Maybe I was mistaken – no, now Damian moved one hand from my waist to caress Ben’s face. I tried not to look surprised, but I must have given something away because Ben asked if I was alright. We’d been dancing almost an hour, and I was sweaty and hot, so I suggested we go outside. They both followed me upstairs onto the back porch. I sat down and lit a dart.

Ben asked, “Everything okay, babe?”

I figured, what the hell? So I responded “Yeah, sure, but I’d like to know what’s going on between you two,” pointing my cigarette at each of them in turn. Damian blushed furiously, which was unlike him. He ran a hand through his black hair, damp with sweat.

Ben shrugged, “Isn’t it obvious?” I shook my head, so he continued “Maybe not. Damian and I have an….unusual friendship, I guess you could say.” So I was right.

“You’ve been cheating on me?!” The accusation flew out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying. Thankfully they both laughed, and reassured me with shaking heads.

“We’ve hooked up in the past, but when I started dating you properly, we stopped. We had been hoping, though, since you seem to like Damian well enough….that maybe you would….well…” here Ben drifted off, and I was left to guess what he really meant. His hazel eyes were hopeful.

“Hoping I’d let you guys continue to fuck on the side?” I wasn’t sure what he wanted from me here.

Ben looked stunned – “What?! No! I want to be with you, but we thought…”

Here Damian picked up, “And I want to be with you too. So we thought maybe we could….all do it together.”

Ben cut in quickly “Just once, to try, not anything serious. Just, for fun, you know?”

Well, that was better than cheating on me, or leaving me for Damian, but I was still processing this whole thing. I hadn’t drank that much but it suddenly felt like it was a lot cloudier in my head than before. I took a few pensive drags, and asked, as much out of curiosity as to buy some time to think, “How would that work, exactly?”

Ben and Damian shared a look, and Damian said “I told you we had a plan, remember?”

“You did say that. Let’s go back to your place and we can talk. Or something.” I don’t know why I felt compelled to add ‘or something’, but we finished our beers and headed back to their apartment.

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I had put the pitcher of margaritas in the fridge before we set off, so I poured myself a nice cool one and took up my usual spot on the couch. Ben and Damien sat in separate chairs, each holding a beer and looking a bit scared, like the cans might explode at any second. I still wasn’t quite sure how I felt about this whole proposition. I was certainly no prude, and although I’d seen it done on screen, I’d never been with more than one guy at a time. So I told them that. I said it was an intriguing idea, but I didn’t know anything about it.

Damian whipped out his laptop, loaded a video, and pressed play. He set the laptop on the TV stand and came over to join me on the couch. The viewing angle from Ben’s chair was bad, so he came and sat on my other side on the couch. Convenient. Ben placed a hand on my thigh, which seemed almost possessive.

The video started with a forgettable set up, and quickly devolved into various MMF iterations: girl blows guy #1 while guy #2 takes her from behind; girl gets DP’ed; guy #1 blows guy #2 who is standing over the girl being fucked by guy #1; girl blows guy #2 as guy #1 takes him from behind – you get the idea. I must have looked shocked, because Damian hurriedly assured me “We weren’t planning ALL of that. Or any of that. Unless you wanted to. D- do you want to?”

I looked at Ben, who had the same encouraging, hopeful expression as Damian. I couldn’t deny that I’d gotten quite wet watching the porno, couldn’t deny that having two men lavish attention on my body was extremely appealing.

“Tell me more about the plan.” I sipped my drink, feeling a bit self conscious. If we’re being honest, Damien was very handsome. Ben is gorgeous, too: powerful legs, shoulders and back, soulful hazel eyes and Han Solo brown hair. Damien is just as tall, but darker. He’s half Indian and half First Nations, so he’s got burnt caramel skin and deep brown almond shaped eyes. He’s doesn’t have hockey player muscles, but he goes to the gym often enough and it shows. They’re both wearing t-shirts, muscular arms fidgeting with beer cans, and both looking at me with desire.

Ben’s hand lifts from my thigh and takes my hand, “Do you trust us to just show you?”
I look back and forth between them, down the rest of my drink and nod. “Alright, I’m in. Show me what you’ve been up to.”

Ben kisses me, sweetly at first; I open my lips and he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding along my lips and flicking inside. I hear Damien get up and close the curtains, through my eyelids I can tell he’s dimmed the lights too. Ben’s hands rest on my hips, and he slides them upwards, his thumbs pressing my nipples through the fabric of my dress. I arch my back, wanting more; Ben pulls away, ending the kiss. My eyes open and he takes my hand, pulling me up from the couch.

Damien steps up to us, and takes my other hand. “Are you sure you want to do this? You can stop us at any time, ok?” His eyes are dark in the low light, but a sparkle of lust glints in them. Ben licks his lips, looking at me just as intently as Damien is. They’re standing close together, hips touching, and as I look at them both standing there, wanting me and waiting for me to consent, all my reservations evaporate.

“Yes. Let’s do it,” I say, slightly breathier than I intended. Damien closes the distance between us with a step, and lets go of my hand. Both hands come to cradle my face and he looks into my eyes; his gaze falls to my lips - embarrassingly, I can feel them quivering a little.
“So beautiful,” he says quietly, and places a soft, chaste kiss on my lips - quelling their trembling. His lips are thinner than Ben’s, but softer, since he doesn’t spend so much time on ice rinks, likely. I’ve kept my eyes open, watching him; he’s never stood this close to me before, and his body emanates heat. He kisses me again, his tongue flicking along my lips, asking to be let in. I open them slightly and his tongue dances in my mouth, I try to match his movements and feel myself warming at the core. He drops one hand from my face to press my lower back closer to him. Our mouths are slotted together and the kiss is hungrier, fiery. Damian’s hand moves to my hip, his other hand caresses my cheek and then threads into my hair.

Ben comes up behind me, kissing lightly on the back of my neck; he lowers the zipper of my dress, and slips the straps off each shoulder. His fingers send a chill across my skin, and I moan as Damian bites my lower lip. Damian’s hand leaves my hip, and Ben pulls my dress down entirely.

I turn around, and find Ben’s taken off his shirt and jeans. His bulge is visible in his boxer briefs, and he makes a turn-around motion with his finger. Standing between them in just a bra and panties, I turn and find the brown expanse of Damian’s chest. Fine black hairs lead down to his boxers where he’s palming his erection, looking me up and down. His muscles are more sharply defined than I expected, and almost involuntarily my hands come up and trace the lines from his shoulders down. My hands rest on his hips and I step closer, kissing him again. I feel Ben come up behind me again, his hands grab my ass. Damian’s hands cup my breasts, and he reaches behind my back to unclasp the bra. I let it fall to the floor, then grab Damian’s biceps, never breaking the kiss. Ben has pulled my panties down, and his fingers have found my dripping slit, roving slowly back and forth. I shudder, and I hear his familiar chuckle - dark and lustful.

“She likes it, D,” Ben says. I feel Damian smile and he pulls away. Damian leads me over to the couch, and has me sit down. Ben stands in front of me, and says “Me first.” I lick my lips, and scoot to the edge of the cushion. I take the tip of his cock in my mouth and swirl my tongue in circles, enjoying his sigh of pleasure. I close my eyes and start sucking him in and out, flicking my tongue as I go. I hear Damian moving around, and then feel his warm hands on my thighs. Before I can think about what he’s up to, he kisses my lips - my lower lips. He sucks lightly and I feel blood rush down, my core lights up with arousal. I moan around Ben’s dick and he strokes my hair with one hand. Damian starts to tongue up and down, flicking my clit and then laving along the slit. I match his motions on Ben’s dick, moaning.

After a few minutes, Ben stops me, pulling out of my mouth. Damian inserts two fingers at the same time, making me gasp. He curls them, pressing on my sensitive spot as he keeps licking at my lips. Ben has stepped away and is rolling on a condom. As Damian increases the intensity of his mouth and fingers, my head falls back and I moan his name. I feel an orgasm building inside me and I run my fingers through Damian’s soft black hair. He kisses and sucks again, his fingers thrusting in and out and my hands fist in his hair, my hips bucking. I come quickly, clenching around his fingers as he laps up my arousal. Ben is standing next to us, and as I’m coming down from the orgasm, Damian stands up.

“Want a taste?” He asks Ben. There’s no answer, but the way Ben kisses him is familiar, they’ve clearly done it before. I watch the kiss deepen and feel my core start to thrum again with lust. Damian’s erection is almost as impressive as Ben’s, and I’m ready to go again - with whatever is in the plan.

Ben breaks off his kiss with Damian and extends a hand to me, pulling me to my feet. He leads me to the side of the couch and bends me over the arm. I spread my legs, jiggling my butt enticingly. He smacks one cheek playfully, then kneads it in his strong hands. Damian sits down on the couch, jerking himself casually. “My turn, gorgeous.” I’m happy to help, taking his length into my mouth all at once. His sharp intake of breath makes me smile around his cock, but it's my turn to gasp a second later when Ben thrusts his swollen head inside me from behind.

Ben eases the rest of the way in, and I fist one hand around the base of Damian’s cock, stroking up and down as I lick the shaft.

“God, she’s good at this, Ben.” Damian’s hand pets my hair and his hips thrust upwards just slightly, not forcing me but encouraging.

“I know buddy, I know.” Ben’s voice is strained as he takes long, languid thrusts in and out, savoring my tightness. Before long his pace increases, and I’m breathing hard still sucking Damian’s dick. Ben smacks my ass again, holding my hips as his thighs smack against mine. Damian is moaning too, and I can feel his dick pulsing in my mouth. My moans are getting faster and higher pitched as Ben hits again and again at my core. I come, my scream muffled around Damian’s cock and he shudders under me as I pant and come down, releasing him from my mouth.

“Ben, finish in my mouth,” Damian says.

“Yes, yes yes.” Ben says, burying himself deep in me one more time before pulling out. He takes off the condom and Damian rolls on one of his own. Damian shifts on the couch so his back is against the arm, and helps me climb on top of him. I reach under with one hand and position him so I can sit down on him. When he’s buried inside me I realize he’s thicker than Ben - the feeling of my walls stretching around him is incredibly good. Ben stands next to us, and leans down to kiss me. I gyrate my hips, getting use to the fat cock inside and my tongue flutters against Ben’s. He gasps a little, and I look down and see Damian has turned his head and taken Ben in his mouth.

“God that’s hot,” a voice says - my voice?! I ride Damian faster, loving the pull of him as I rise up and savoring the fullness when I settle back down. Ben smiles at me and when Damian brings his hand up to cup Ben’s balls, his eyes close and his mouth opens in an ‘O’ as he thrusts into his roommate’s mouth.

“Yes, D, I’m coming. Yes,” Ben moans and thrusts a few more times. Damian swallows his cum, and I reach around to rub my clit. I had no expectation this would be so arousing. Damien wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and reaches out to hold my hips.

“Your turn,” he says, his dark eyes burrowing into mine. He thrusts upwards, and I yelp.

“Oh God,” already feeling another orgasm growing. I lean forward, my clit rubbing against his body as he fucks me from underneath. Ben is still standing next to us, and pinches my nipple with one hand. I moan as Damian keeps his devastating pace, his fat cock splitting me as my thighs struggle to keep pace. Ben smacks my ass with his other hand and I scream his name. “Again,” I pant. He smacks me again, and again until I come, squeezing and shuddering around Damian’s cock.

Damian thrusts a few more times, faster still and then holds me down so he’s fully inside while he comes. I feel the twitching, and collapse onto his chest. Ben’s hands run along my back - light, feathery touches. Damian’s hands come around to hold me too.

“Was it a good plan?” Ben asks me, his words whispered next to my ear.

“Oh yeah. Great plan. Damian, request more weekends off. We gotta do this again. Soon.”

Damian kisses the top of my hand, smoothing my hair. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

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