Rating: NC-17, PWP
Original Date of Completion: June 2002
Pairing: Steve Yzerman/Boyd Devereaux/Sean Avery
Disclaimer: Don't own em, will one day. I mean no offense to the holiday of Halloween. And I'm sure Lisa Yzerman is a wonderful lady, and cleans all the time. Don't sue me, please?
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Steve Yzerman relished being captain. While most of his teammates were being forced to dress up and take inter-city kids trick or treating, he got to stay home. And he planned to make the best of that. And no better way to do that than to have a threesome with two of his teammates.
The luck two Steve had chosen were Boyd Devereaux and Sean Avery. Steve had been drawn to Boyd from the first second he'd seen him. He emitted a quiet sexuality that drove Steve to the brink. He had to fight at times to not drop to his knees and suck Boyd off in the middle of the locker room, that's how strong it was. And Avery? Anyone in their right mind would want a piece of him. So it was an easy decision for Steve to make. He asked them bluntly if they wanted a threesome. As could be expected, both jumped at the opportunity.
It was a relatively easy plan to pull off. Steve asked Brendan to cover Sean and Boyd's group, and he happily obliged. Just as long as he got to join in next time. Steve had been sleeping with Brendan for years, so he saw no reason why they couldn't do it with Boyd and Sean there, so he agreed. Once that was set, he instructed Sean and Boyd to show up at 6:30, which would give time enough for his wife and kids to be gone on their Halloween escapades. Steve couldn't help but feel dirty for ditching his kids on Halloween so he could have a threesome with two guys. But the second Boyd's naked image passed through his mind, all of that was forgotten. He was getting his threesome this year. There was always next year for his kids.
Once his family had left, Steve started peeling off his clothes until he stood in just his birthday suit. He tossed his clothes toward the dirty clothes hamper, and pulled a box with Tinker's scrolled across it from under the bed. He pulled open the box and took from it a black silk robe. He'd promised Boyd and Avery that he'd dress up for them. And he could think of no better costume than Hugh Hefner. With the help of one of his kids' bubble pipes, all he needed to buy was the robe. It really served as an excuse for Steve to buy a silk robe, he'd always wanted one. And it worked out quite conveniently for tonight. If he was in only a robe that meant fewer clothes he had to take off, which meant less time spent before the threesome began. Steve put the robe on and shuddered as the silk glided across his bare skin.
"Damn, I like that," He said aloud, tying the robe around his waist.
He closed up the box and tossed it back under the bed. His wife hadn't cleaned in years, so he knew it was safe under there. He walked over to his dresser and dug into his sock drawer. He pulled out a bag with the last two ingredients for the evening. The plastic bubble pipe, and watermelon flavored lube. His fourgy with the Grind Line had introduced him to watermelon flavored lube, he'd been addicted to it ever since. He dropped the lube into his robe pocket and stuck the pipe between his teeth. He loosened the tie on his robe just slightly, then walked back out to the living room to wait for his guests to arrive.
Steve could hardly contain himself as he sat waiting for Sean and Boyd to arrive. Each time he moved, the silk would graze against his skin, sending sensations all throughout his body. By the time he heard his doorbell ring, his cock stood at attention, making an obvious tent of black silk. He hurried to the door and peeked through the peep hole. He burst into laughter as he opened the door.
"What the hell are you two supposed to be?" Stevie giggled as he stared at Sean and Boyd.
"I'm a Chippendale's dancer," Sean spoke as he entered the house.
Sean was clad in tight black jeans, framing beautifully his rock solid ass. His torso was graced by a tight wifebeater, and an open silk dress shirt. As Steve stared at him, he felt his cock ache with anticipation.
"What about you Boyd?" Steve asked as Boyd walked in.
"Steve couldn't take his eyes from Boyd as he walked around the room. But he also couldn't stifle his laughter. Boyd stood before him in a bright green leotard. For the life of him, Steve couldn't figure out what Boyd was supposed to be. But he wasn't complaining about the costume. It clung to Boyd tightly, displaying the sinewy frame beneath the layer of spandex. Steve let his eyes travel toward Boyd's crotch. The bulge slowly forming would certainly not disappoint.
"He's Boydie the Wonder Queer," Sean interjected, plopping down into the recliner.
"Fuck you bitch, okay. You're the one who made me wear this shit," Boyd snapped, glaring at Sean.
Sean got up and walked over to where Boyd sat. He dropped to his knees and grabbed Boyd's hands. Boyd looked down at him and Sean slowly put his lips on Boyd's. Steve watched intently from across the room, the tent in his robe only increasing.
"I'm sorry Boydie. I only did it because you look hot like that, and I knew Stevie would like it. Right Stevie?" Sean asked, turning his head toward Steve.
"No doubt about it," Steve replied, walking over to them. He sat beside Boyd on the arm of the couch and ran his fingers slowly up Boyd's spine. Boyd shuddered and let out a soft moan.
"H how about you Stevie?" Boyd stammered as Steve continued to trace over his spine.
"I was supposed to be Hugh Hefner," Steve chuckled, running his hand over Boyd's chest. "But I lost my pipe somewhere,"
"Well, if you're supposed to be Hugh," Sean stated as he snaked his hand up Steve's leg. "I guess that makes us the bunnies,"
Boyd stood up from the couch and guided Steve down onto it. He pushed Steve back and loosened the robe from around his chest. He slowly started caressing the muscles of Steve's chest.
"And if we're the bunnies, that means we have to do whatever you command," Boyd purred, continuing his caress of Steve's chest.
"Mm, yeah," Steve moaned, his eyes closed. "But I think I'll let my bunnies decide for themselves just what they want to do me,"
"I think we can handle that," Sean replied.
Steve moaned as the robe was untied. Immediately, he felt a warm mouth engulf his dick. His eyes shot open, and he looked down to see Sean bobbing up and down. Steve kept his eyes open as he watched Boyd strip off the leotard. Inch by inch, Boyd's tight flesh came into view. As soon as the leotard was off, Steve beckoned Boyd to him. He reached down and pulled the lube from his robe pocket and flipped open the top. He squirted some directly onto Boyd's dick, causing Boyd to flinch from the sudden cold. Boyd wouldn''t be cold long as Steve quickly sucked all 7 inches of Boyd into his mouth. Boyd moaned out loudly and thrust into Steve's throat. Steve followed with a moan of his own as he felt Sean licking on his balls. Sean took his mouth from Steve's groin, only long enough to speak something Steve wanted badly to hear.
"Hand me the lube. I want you in me," Sean breathed, extending a hand toward Steve.
Steve happily handed the lube to Sean, still not removing his mouth from Boyd. He let out a soft moan as the cold lube hit his cock. But that moan would quickly turn loud as Sean jammed himself down on Steve's cock. He slowly started riding Steve's dick, causing Boyd to thrust deep into Steve's mouth as he watched.
"Boydie, straddle his face," Sean moaned as he continued to ride Steve's cock.
Boyd removed his dick from Steve's mouth and quickly stood on the couch. He slowly lowered himself down, depositing his cock back into Steve's eagerly awaiting mouth. Boyd slowly started pumping in and out of Steve's mouth while Sean continued to ride his dick. Steve was in complete ecstacy. This night had exceeded any expectations he'd had. Steve brought his hands up and slowly caressed Boyd's ass. As he did that, he felt Sean's hair, then heard Boyd moan loudly. Steve knew without seeing just exactly what Sean was doing.
Their escapades continued for almost an hour more; Steve blowing Boyd, while Sean rimmed him and rode Steve’s cock. Boyd was the first to lose it, depositing seven shots deep down Steve's throat. As Steve savored the sweet taste of Boyd's cum, he felt Sean's juice land on his chest. Boyd slowly removed his softening cock from Steve's mouth, then went to work on lapping up Sean's cum. As Boyd's tongue swirled across his chest, Steve felt his orgasm bubbling. He buried his fingers in the sofa and screamed out as he shot his load deep inside Sean.
Once the last bit of cum had leaked from Steve's cock, Sean slowly pulled himself from it. He dropped to the floor and crawled up to Steve's head. He pushed his lips roughly to Steve's. Their tongues dueled passionately as Boyd dropped down next to them. As Steve separated from Sean, he found his lips on Boyd. The kiss with Boyd was different, much more heated. Steve was breathless by the time they separated. But he watched intently as Boyd and Sean kissed in front of him. When they broke, they both turned and smiled at Steve.
"Happy Halloween, captain," Sean stated with a big grin on his face.
"Yeah, Trick or Treat, Stevie?" Boyd asked loudly, standing up.
"That dick," Steve started, grasping Boyd's quickly rehardening dick in his hand. "And that ass," He said again, smirking down at Sean. "Could only be a treat,"
"Then it's time for the trick, some Shanahan dick," Steve heard from behind him.
Steve turned and saw Brendan Shanahan walking toward them, tossing his clothes as he walked. Steve smiled as he saw Brendan's 9 hard inches ready to go. He glanced over at Boyd and Sean, who had smirks plastered across their faces. They both dropped to their knees and began kissing Steve's chest. Brendan stopped in front of them, his hard cock directly in Steve's face. As Brendan pushed his dick past Steve's lips, a thought crossed Steve's mind. This certainly was a Happy Halloween...
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© 2002 Triple X
