An Extended Family

by Austin Daniels

  "No," I said. "We'd all be sharing each other. Look, you both already made the transition to accepting that you're gay. How big a leap is it to think that maybe, just maybe, a family doesn't really have to consist of two people."

  Dexter started to say something, but couldn't as he began to cry.

  Preston moved next to him and held him by the shoulders, "It's an idea. You need to weigh in Dexter. How do you feel about being with Kyle? I mean for more than just sex."

  "Well, maybe." Turning to me he said, "I've always admired you and you're really hot…. I just never… We can't just… Can we?"

  Kyle reached down and grabbed a fist of Dexter's brown hair, pulling his face up close. "We can. We'll need to set our own boundaries and we're going to need to talk about it…a lot. At first there'll be some adjustment, but I already know of two threesomes from the bar. They're acquaintances of mine. I can introduce you and maybe we can get to know them better. Now, if everyone's in agreement to at least consider this, let's try to spend a day or two thinking about what that might mean. This will all be new for us, so before we screw it up, let's think about what we want it to be. In the meantime, Dexter will move his things into the master. Are there any objections or comments?"

  "I can't just… I mean, where would I sleep?" Dexter asked. "How will you feel about me being in your bedroom?"

  "Correction, that's now our bedroom. We'll work out the sleeping arrangements. If we really want to do this, I just think it's important that, for now, we all sleep together, so we can start to adjust. We can decide on the details later."

  Dexter grew quiet, then looking down toward the floor, he said, "Do you think you could ever… feel the same way about me… like you feel about Preston?"

  "I do," I said, as though we were standing at the altar. "If I didn't think I could easily love you too, I'd never have considered it."

  There were a few seconds of silence, interrupted by Preston's demand. "We're going to do this! This discussion is over for now. I'm keeping you both, and I don't want to hear any shit from either one of you."

  I wasn't used to this side of Preston. It came as a surprise, but at the same time, I couldn't allow one of my subs to take that tone with me. "That'll be enough out of you. If I'm going to have two boys, then it starts now." Embracing the two of them, I squeezed us all together, holding their arms down at their sides, kissing them both. I was pleased to see that they both kissed me back.

  The look in their eyes as I broke away said it all. We were doing this. That was the end of the conversation. The room grew quiet. After a few awkward seconds, Preston patted us both on the shoulder and said, "I'm starving. I'm fixing us some dinner." With that, he turned and headed into the kitchen. Dexter and I stood there a few seconds not quite knowing what to do with ourselves.

  As the metallic sound of bowls and implements came from the kitchen, I turned to Dexter. "While he's working on dinner, let's start moving your things into the bedroom."

  This new arrangement all made perfect sense to me. I couldn't think of anything else that could preserve my own security. I needed Preston more than he needed me and now if I ever planned to keep the love of Preston I needed Dexter. My only fear was the uncharted territory I found myself in. None of us knew where to go with this, but I knew if it was going to work, I needed to direct it.

  Then There Were Three

  Kyle

  It wasn't long before Dexter and I had all of his things in the bedroom. I was thankful that, as a student, he didn't own a lot of things to find places for. For the first time, the built-in bookcases looked full. That boy must have kept every textbook he ever owned.

  Turning to Dexter, holding him by the shoulders to hold his attention, I said, "This is going to take some getting used to. You're going to need to get used to being submissive to me, but you have to be comfortable balancing being my sub and Preston's Dom at the same time. Leonard had a point. As a switch, you'll need to have all of your desires fulfilled… here. I think this will be ideal for you. "

  "Do I have a special… you know… name?"

  "Let me explain. I'll be first in command. You will, in a way, be second. Some people call that 'Alpha.' We're not doing that. We're not playing a game. Your name isn't going to change because we're having sex. You are Dexter. The alpha, as I understand it, is the top submissive partner. Usually that's the original submissive, but since you're a switch I'm changing that. You'll will be second in command, because I want you to be happy. You need to fulfill two roles. Dom to Preston and sub to me. I'll be tolerant for a while, but you'll need to adjust. Your relationship with Preston is about to change."

  I felt like Dexter was enjoying this private discussion. We'd never had a talk like this. Nodding his head, working to be subservient he said, "It'll take some adjustment, but I know I can balance that. It might seem strange to be the second Dom and the alpha sub and a newcomer at the same time, but since Preston and I already have a friendship to build on, I think we can do this. I hope Preston can adjust to seeing me sub to you and respecting my dominance over him at the same time."

  Before I could comment, the bedroom door closed behind us. Turning our heads in unison, we saw Preston lowering his head and dropping to his knees.

  Dexter and I saw Preston on his knees and looked at one another. Without further discussion, we readied ourselves for what was about to come. "Sirs, what would you like to be called when we are together?"

  "You boys will continue to call me 'Sir'," I said. "You will always call Dexter by his real name. The same goes for Dexter. I may refer to him as one of my 'boys,' but if we're going to be a real loving family I will always call him Dexter. I may call either of you 'boy' from time to time but usually I'll call you by your name. Who knows, someday that might morph into something more intimate.

  "Now, I need to set some boundaries. First, we all need to understand that if this is going to work, we can't withhold our affections or desires. So, we can all be together or when it's appropriate, we can pair up. There will be no jealousy in this house."

  Looking at Preston, I said, "You are still mine, but now you're Dexter's as well."

  Then looking at Dexter, I repeated his ownership of Preston, but stressed that he was making a commitment. He was my sub and Preston's Dom but he belonged to me and me only. Preston was to serve me and him. Then to clarify I explained that meant that Preston was his ONLY sub.

  This is turning out better than I expected, I thought. "When will dinner be ready, Boy?"

  Looking up, Preston whispered, "It'll be another hour before the casserole is ready to serve, Sir."

  "Good," I said. "I have some unfinished business here." Addressing Preston, I ordered him to strip. Preston rose and slipped out of his shoes, setting them neatly to the side and carefully removed the rest of his clothing, folding everything and stacking it next to his shoes.

  "Dexter, now you. Everything is to be neatly folded."

  It wasn't long before Dexter stood quietly next to Preston. Being dominant over a good sub is rewarding, but keeping them in the zone can sometimes feel a bit like work. When I want to throw them on the bed and have my way with them, I have to remember to slow down to keep them in a place where they can deny me nothing. Now, I was going to have to dominate two of them at the same time.

  "Dexter, sit on the floor with your back to the footboard and your legs flat on the floor."

  As he dropped into position, I turned to Preston. "Boy, I want you to show Dexter just how much he means to you. Drop to your knees." Preston was on his knees with his hands behind him and his head bowed in seconds. "Pick up Dexter's foot, Boy." Reaching forward with trembling hands, Preston wrapped his hands around Dexter's left foot. "Massage the bottom of his foot with your thumbs." As Preston started to massage the foot in his hands I continued, "Now lean forward."

  Preston leaned forward as he ran his thumbs along the bottom of Dexter's foot. "Now I want you to put that foot in your mouth."

  Dexter was responding
. What had been developing since he'd been ordered to strip was now impressively swollen with a barely noticeable, rhythmic throb.

  As Preston bent down, sliding Dexter's foot into his mouth, I slowly stripped off my clothes. Setting the neat stack next to the two already lining the wall, I stepped over Preston, facing Dexter. His head, previously staring at Preston while he worked on his foot, turned up to see me straddling his legs at full mast, inches from his face. Bending my knees slightly, wrapping my palms around the back of his head and leaning forward I guided him toward me.

  As he opened his mouth, I grabbed a fist of his hair, holding him motionless. With my other hand, I aimed at my prize and slowly thrust forward. Holding his head in place, I pushed in and out of his mouth as deeply as I thought he could bear. Turning periodically, I could see Preston completely involved in making love to Dexter's foot, occasionally catching a glimpse of the prize in front of him standing at attention.

  I felt different. This seemed oddly right. The rest of this scene was scripted somehow, but I knew my lines. I can do this! I thought.

  Stepping back, I ordered Preston to stand. Then I ordered Dexter to rise and lie across the bed on his back. As he did so, I walked around the other side of the bed. Turning toward him, I looked down at his inverted face. Grabbing him by the armpits, I pulled his head over the edge and pushed his head down so he faced out. "Dexter, spread your legs."

  Turning, I addressed Preston. "Boy, get on the bed and kneel between Dexter's knees." For a second, I thought I detected a tiny smile of anticipation from both of them. Preston stepped up onto the bed on his knees. "Now stay there and don't move. Put your hands behind your back and wait."

  Reaching down, I held Dexter's head. "Open your mouth, Dexter." As he raised his chin upward to open, I slid the rubbery head across his lips to tease him. Glancing up, I saw Preston staring at the throbbing member before him. As much as I was tempted to watch him dive on it, I knew, only too well, that he would enjoy it more if I made him wait.

  Ignoring him for the moment, I pressed slowly but firmly into Dexter's waiting mouth, watching the muscles of his throat open as he took me deeper than I expected. I could feel the tickle of his exhale against me. Once I could see he was comfortable, I quickened my pace.

  Remembering we were not alone, I addressed Preston. "Boy, do you want anything?"

  Glancing up, he pleaded, "Yes, Sir."

  "Take him now, all the way down," I commanded. Watching the fevered lust in his eyes as he followed my orders struck me in a place that both confused and delighted me. My beloved was passionately pleasing someone else at my order, something I swore I'd never do. I'd never seen him perform with anyone else. I wasn't jealous because Preston was having sex with someone else, but I was still affected. This was going to take some getting used to, I thought.

  Stepping back, I addressed Dexter. "Dexter, sit on the edge of the bed."

  Pulling Preston off the bed, I ordered him to sit next to Dexter. In seconds, both boys sat on the bed facing me. Reaching into the nightstand, I pulled out the lube and set it nearby where we could get to it easily. I took Preston by the ankles, raised his legs, rolled him back onto the bed, and pulled him toward the edge, leaving his ass slightly extended over the edge, giving me easy access. I reached for the lube and handed it to Dexter. "Slick me up and leave plenty on your fingers."

  Shaking slightly, he lubricated my length and slathered his fingers. "Now open… our Boy."

  Preston looked surprised that I would order Dexter to do something this intimate on our first occasion together. I knew I couldn't have the two of them questioning the roles they were going to fill. This was going to be my decision, barring limits imposed by either one of them. We all needed to know what to expect of one another. Today, I was setting the bar high.

  Without wasting additional time, Dexter repositioned himself and inserted one, then two fingers. Within a minute, he'd added a third, preparing Dexter for me. "Now gently pull out and guide me in."

  Both of my boys were stunned. As I thrust forward into Preston I ordered Dexter to resume his sitting position next to his boy.

  "Dexter, prepare yourself. You will be joining me." Preston's eyes grew wide again. Seeing the expression on his face, I clarified, "Yes, Boy, you're taking both of us." A spark of fear appeared on both of them, but neither one objected. Seeing the fear in their faces tugged at my patience. I wanted to get on with this and even though Preston seemed concerned, I was confident he would be fine. A few seconds later Dexter was lubed up and I gently pulled out. "Dexter, lay on your back with your head up by the pillows."

  "Yes, Sir," he replied, scooting back and lying on the bed. Anticipating my next command, he aimed his himself upwards. The glistening appendage awaited my next command.

  "Boy, face Dexter, climb over him and impale yourself." I walked around the bed and stroked Dexter's hair, watching Preston slide lower and then lower still until Dexter was deep inside him. "Now Dexter, take Boy by the arms and thrust up, pulling him down onto you and keep it up."

  I walked slowly back around the bed, waiting, allowing Preston to relax further as Dexter repeatedly thrust upward. Finally, taking Dexter's ankles in my hands and pulling his legs apart to give me access to Preston, I pushed him forward and guided myself into position.

  "You ready, Boy?"

  "Yes, Sir," Preston said in a shaky voice.

  "Kiss Dexter." My attitude was having the desired effect on both of them. The results of my efforts didn't feel at all like work, as I'd feared it might. Instead, it doubled my pleasure. Keeping both of them under control would be easier in the future, but my pleasure today was dependent on keeping them on their toes.

  With Preston still impaled by Dexter, I added my fingers one at a time to gently stretch him beyond what was necessary to take Dexter. Soon he was prepared for us both. "I'm going to pull my fingers out," I said. "Stay relaxed and do not tighten. I need you wide open."

  I could only imagine the look on their faces as both of them waited in anticipation. By now they were kissing wildly. Knowing what was coming stunned them both, but I knew this first time had to be significant. I needed them both to at least momentarily suffer that shock, knowing full well that it would be something they'd always remember.

  Gently thrusting forward, I penetrated. The feeling of Dexter's thickness under my own was foreign to me. I knew I had to be gentle as I pushed slowly forward then slowly halfway back.

  At my order, Dexter began to move again. It wasn't long before we all adjusted to an opposing pattern of insertion and withdrawal. The feeling was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and I suspected this was foreign to both of my boys as well. At the same time, I was certain that Preston was deep in ecstasy.

  After a while, I felt Dexter's legs start to stiffen, and I knew this was about to end. Reaching around Preston I took him in my hand and began to stroke. "Hold it, Dexter. Not yet." As I felt my own orgasm rising I slid hard into Preston. "Now."

  As we both slid deep inside, Dexter let go, starting to raise his torso slightly off the bed, lifting Preston in the process. My hand was still stroking Preston and it was only seconds before he was spraying Dexter's chest. Then I heard Dexter whimper. When we caught our breath, Preston collapsed across Dexter's chest. I was lying on his back and we all lay still with Preston still holding both of us as we slowly deflated, leaving the last of our passions within.

  "Don't move," I ordered, bending my head forward, pushing Preston's torso aside and kissing Dexter. When I was done, I turned my head and repeating the gesture with Preston. We lay there for a minute or so just relaxing as we both slid out of Preston.

  I gently rolled Preston aside, freeing Dexter. "Dexter, get me a warm towel."

  In a minute he returned with a washcloth and I showed him how I expected him to treat Preston when he was done with him.

  After a few minutes, Preston shook his head. Dexter and I had finished cleaning him up. Then I wiped down Dexter's chest and ordered eve
ryone into the showers.

  That evening as the boys got back to their studies, I spent several hours catching up, writing a new chapter. The title was 'Then There Were Three.' When I completed the chapter, the boys were still working. Soon I was going to have to reveal the theme of my novel. I'd better get in there and change the names, I thought.

  The Discussion

  Preston

  The time had come to live my life openly. The first thing I needed to do was have 'the talk' with my parents. I'd heard enough horror stories to know that I'd remember this very special conversation as long as I lived. I'd planned it for weeks, rehearsing every argument and every situation.

  In the process, I came to a startling conclusion. When a gay person confronts their parents, they've usually had time to prepare. Parents, on the other hand, are usually broadsided. Judging them for the rest of your life by the ten minutes after their sensory assault is hardly fair.

  I made an appointment to meet them both for dinner. I'd planned to take them to a restaurant, but mom insisted on cooking fried chicken for me. She knew it was my favorite and I was touched by the gesture. The following Friday I jumped in my car and headed over there. I'd expected to be terrified, but my newfound courage reduced my terror to nervousness.

  I arrived and parked my car on the street for an easy getaway. I didn't want to have to back up if it came to that. The events of the evening were fairly normal for a visit home. We ate at the kitchen table which was something we usually did only with company. It was the first time I realized that I was company.

  Mom showed me the new craft room she made from my old bedroom. The old computer games and awards had been packed away and stored in the garage, awaiting my first real home. I made a mental note that it was time to move them.

  At the end of the evening we went through our customary goodbyes and before turning to walk toward the door I asked them, "What are you doing two days from now, on Sunday."

  When they told me they'd likely be home I said, "Okay, I'd like to come back about two in the afternoon. It's kind of important. You see, I'm about to tell you something, but I don't want your opinion until Sunday."