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The unfortunate part about being an owl is the tendency to want to stay up late. When I got home from work last night, exhausted and mentally taxed, all I wanted was to go to bed. But biology had another idea.

Most people would argue that a job at a recording studio should be fun, but like most "cool" jobs, this one was also subject to paperwork, and lots of it. Tonight was one such night. So much paperwork had to be done to sign on three new groups that I had to stay three hours late. And my shift ends in the evening to begin with.

So I walked into my apartment nearing midnight. About four steps in I realized that Francis, my crow roommate, was sitting on the couch with his gryphon boyfriend, Daniel. I had only met Daniel in passing once, so I didn't sit down. Instead, I immediately went upstairs as Francis tossed a "Hey," after me. I grumbled a reply.

By the time I had closed my bedroom door, I could hear Francis and Daniel playing some strange music. It wasn't very loud, but I was an owl, so it was loud. And then there's the whole biology thing, so sleeping was out of the question. Instead of trying to sleep, I resolved that I simply needed to relax, so I went on the Internet to...relax. However, I could now hear Daniel and Francis's voices above the din of their whatever-core they were playing. Francis wasn't a loud person, which meant that they had broken into his extremely awesome very-seldom-used wine collection. Some might balk at a group of guys getting drunk on wine instead of shots or something a little harder, but trust me; this was really good wine.

After attempting to relax some more, my efforts became soft and it occurred to me that what was going on downstairs was basically a party. "Parties are a good way to unwind," my brain said. After crunching so many numbers today, though, the other parts of my brain were pretty burnt out, and they reacted immediately.

An old college professor who did a whole lecture on carpe diem then popped into my head, and I had to agree with him. As much as I might come to regret whatever I might do in the morning, some slightly awkward nostalgia twenty years later was much better than having no fond memories at all. So I headed downstairs.

I'll take this moment to say that I wasn't looking for sex. I mean, the two were in a relationship, and just because we all happened to have varying attractions to males didn't mean they were going to let me between them. I just told myself that I would accept the offer if it came up.

I found them in the kitchen, and I had guessed correctly about the wine. Only one bottle was open and they weren't too far into it, so I was right on time. We were all dressed nicely and strangely similarly. Button downs and khakis or jeans. Work clothes for us.

Francis was a thinner, smaller male who never said much and didn't care to, but to his credit he was very observant. Daniel seemed to fall along the reflective line like Francis, but he was much bigger. I'm a tall bird myself, but Daniel stood a few inches taller and had a naturally bulkier muscle build. I could see the cords on his chest and neck through his half-open shirt , the tufts of eagle-brown feathers giving only tribute to his workout routine. Sex or not, this would be a good night.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked as I entered.

"Told you," Daniel said. "Now drink."

I took a seat. "Care to explain?"

Francis gulped down his glass of wine. "We had a bet on whether you would come down within the hour going. I said you wouldn't, thinking I knew you well enough."

I smirked. "I'm a hard bird to pin down."

"No, it just means there's something you want," the crow replied slyly. This is what I meant about him being observant. He set down a third wine glass and poured me a drink. His gaze held on me, either knowing or in ignorance of what I wanted.

Over the course of four tall glasses, I got to know Daniel, at least when drunk. Unlike tipsy Francis, he could be more of a partyer, telling jokes and teasing Francis with looks and talon tips. Neither I nor my roommate could take our eyes off him either. I usually preferred to top in my relationships, but my rump had a weakness for bigger males, and he was a fine specimen that had me egging him onto Francis to get something happening. I'm sure Francis observed all of this, but as usual, didn't say anything.

Eventually the conversation turned to me. "Got a girl, mate?" Daniel asked.

"Nope. Or a boy."

"So it's been a while, I take it?"

"Francis is right there," I reminded him. If it was going to happen, it should at least happen a certain way. We weren't that drunk, really.

"Right," he said. Turning quickly to Francis. "So how long has it been for your pal here?"

Francis gave a quick laugh. "I'd say about six months, right? Since that thing with Adrian when you went to the beach?"

"It's like you're stalking me," I admitted. "Why?"

"I don't pay much attention to you, really," he replied as he stood and left the room. Then he tossed over his shoulder, "I just know everything."

Damn. That comment, surprisingly enough, is what sparked my erection.

As if to rub it in, Francis called as he walked through the living room, "Coming, Daniel?"

Daniel gave me a glance as he stood, but left anyways. So much for my chance. I downed my glass of wine, preparing to just suffer through the hot stiffness in my pants until morning when my keen owl ears heard whispers.

I waited a moment before leaving the kitchen. I found the two birds sitting on the couch with the glass coffee table in between them and me, and not a stitch of clothing on either one of them, their thick malehoods resting fully erect against their stomach feathers.

It's like Francis was planning it all along.

"How did you two undress so fast?" was all I managed to ask.

"Trade secret," Francis asked. "Now take off your clothes and sit." I could already see who was going to be pulling the strings tonight.

I undressed, taking my time, feeling their eyes on me. It wasn't a strip tease, but it was deliberate. When my own erection was free and already leaking a single bead of precum, I sat down between them. Since my last girlfriend, I had a firm belief in owning big couches, since I had a habit of sleeping on them, so there was plenty of room for the three of us.

The two of them assaulted me, kissing my neck and running their hands through the matted grey feathers on my chest. They made out with each other, too, giving me time to explore their bodies. While Francis's thin body was fun to tease, I turned my attention to Daniel, tweaking his nipples and running my tongue down those washboard abs, stopping only to let my breath wash over his massive erection. Easily a foot long, probably more, and thick to boot.

When I breathed on his cock, Daniel immediately clutched my skull, ready to force me to suck it for all I was worth. I was ready, but now wasn't the time. If he liked to receive attention, I figured we could put him in the hot seat. I maneuvered to switch places with him, situating him between me and Francis.

And we began to worship him like the horny sluts we were. Francis had first claim over Daniel's shaft and didn't waste time licking it and slowly letting it into his throat, burying his beak in Daniel's pubes. I turned my own tongue toward the grypon's heavy balls, running my tongue over the full sack, covering every inch.

I noticed Francis begin to pick up pace, and I was impressed at how well he was taking fourteen inches of rock-hard gryphon meat, but I was wondering how long Daniel would last. As his balls drew up and away from my wanting beak, I had my answer.

Daniel stood quickly, Francis kneeling on the couch beneath him, needing the added height so the burly male could thrust violently into his open beak. I was certain Francis would throw up, but he was clearly used to it, and still seemed to be working his tongue to please the precum gushing erection that was invading his head. Since it was obvious Francis liked being taken for a bitch, I inserted a talon into his asshole, getting a pleasured grunt of surprise, and watched the show.

Then everything stopped. Daniel hilted in Francis's beak, and we all knew what was happening. With a raucous screech, thick cum began flooding Francis's throat. He only managed to swallow a few spurts, however, before Daniel pulled out, deciding to coat Francis's head and neck with his hot semen. They each took a moment to breathe as Francis sat with Daniel's meat on his forehead, letting every waning drop sink into his feathers. He was soaked.

I had my worries that I wouldn't get any real action tonight, but after a while, it became clear that Daniel was a marathon runner of sorts. His hard-on had faded for only a few brief moments before swelling again to its full, impressive thickness, ready to take another waiting volunteer.

"Don't worry. I wasn't going to hog him," Francis said to me. "Now clean him up for round two." With that, Francis flopped onto the couch to take a breather, amusedly stroking his own erection to maintain it.

Which left me on my knees in front of Daniel's cum-covered-fourteen-inch-godlike cock. Awesome.

I didn't hesitate getting to work. It had been a while since I had last tasted fresh cum, but Daniel's was sweeter than normal. I lavished every inch of his meat with my tongue, and by the time I was done he was throbbing again. Watching Francis made me want to suck gryphon cock too, so I did, sliding it toward the back of my throat in one wet gulp. He seemed a little surprised, but he obviously didn't argue.

It had also been a while since I'd deepthroated, meaning that it took me a few tries to get his thick shaft down my throat, and a few more to get my beak in his pubes, hearing a moan of satisfaction as my reward. I held at his base for a while, savoring the feeling of being a bottom for a change. I bobbed and sucked on his shaft for a while longer before pulling off, licking the tip a few more times for good measure. I realized that my own face had a good deal of drying gryphon semen matting my feathers.

"Ready?" Francis asked Daniel. He stood and bent over the coffee table, tail up, presenting his cute little butt to his gryphon stud. Then he beckoned to me with a finger. "Don't think I haven't forgotten about you, Blair." I came over to him and he began to lavish my untouched, painfully throbbing erection with that sweet, sweet tongue of his.

"Ready," Daniel replied after several moments. He took his position behind his crow boyfriend, and with a grunt of 'hurts-so-good,' Francis accepted half of his gryphon lover into his waiting depths. Francis moaned around my cock, sucking hard and fast while Daniel began to pump his meat into the crow's ass. Francis took it like a professional, remaining strong on his legs while bobbing lewdly on my erection like a horny schoolboy. I had joked that Francis, being an actor, had secretly done porn, but now I wondered.

Francis paused for a moment to ask me something, licking my balls between sentences. Damn he was hot, bathing my sack without missing a beat. "Blair?"

"Yeah?"

"I have to be honest," here he paused to suck on a testicle for a bit, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from me. "I was hoping to make something happen tonight, but I need you to do something for me."

I should have known. But things must have been going according to plan for him, because I would have agreed to anything. "What did you have in mind?"

"I want you and Daniel to take me at the same time."

I had no idea Francis was so ambitious. But double-pen didn't happen every day, and I couldn't pass up a chance to be a part of it.

I lay down on the coffee table with Francis straddling me, my head between his hands. Daniel began rubbing our cocks together, coating them with a lube that wasn't completely necessary, as precum dribbled freely down our shafts, mixing with the lube. I was throbbing with anticipation.

Daniel went first, sliding his slick shaft in with little resistance. Francis was working on his breathing above me, the air brushing over my face, in an effort to remain relaxed. If he clenched up now, it wouldn't work.

The gryphon pumped slowly to loosen him up, preparing him for me. Francis had his eyes closed, and his cock pulsed with every thrust above me, patting my stomach as he moved with the thrusts. The anticipation must be killing him.

Then it was time for me to make it happen. Francis lowered himself, Daniel crouching to stay inside, and my cocktip brushed Daniel's malehood and Francis's spread asshole. I pressed against the ring slowly. All I really had to do was get my tip in.

It resisted at first, so I pressed harder, receiving a grunt from Francis. It wouldn't budge, but I didn't want to hurt my roommate. I took a moment and looked at his clenched face. He opened his eyes, wondering why I had stopped. This is what he wanted...

A big thrust was needed, and after pressing firmly against his butt, I rammed it in. Francis cried out, but after the moment of pain, he heaved a sigh of pleasure. I worried for second, but after seeing the grin on his face, I knew he'd be alright.

Daniel and I went at him for a while. It started with him thrusting and me holding, figuring out how to work the situation. I soon realized that we couldn't really thrust at the same time without nearly slipping out, so we alternated as best we could. His maneuverability was much better than mine in his position, but I moved as much of my erection as I could. The few inches of pounding I gave Francis was enough to really get him going.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed in pure ecstasy. I knew it must hurt, but Francis didn't seem to mind. He had two large manhoods pounding his needy tail, and it was clearly a fantasy he had entertained for a very long time.

I resolved to give him the best I could. I worked my three-inch thrusts, raising my hips and putting in as much as I could. After a few minutes, I was able to hilt on one of my thrusts, and Francis could feel it. He moaned loudly, and Daniel responded. He sunk more and more of his thick meat in with mine while I did my best to help him, and soon we were both poised to slam Francis's stretched ass. Daniel's heavy sack rested on mine, and they drew up in anticipation.

"Ready, Blair?" Daniel called to me. It was all that needed to be said.

"Ready."

With that, Daniel made a big thrust, slamming the last inch of his cock into Francis. I could feel the force of it in my own member, and it caused Francis to cry out. As soon as Daniel withdrew for his next, I rocked my shaft into Francis, cutting off his cry. That one took him by surprise.

We began to go thrust for thrust, making sure the slutty crow's ass was constantly pounded. Francis's heavy breathing was drowned out by the sound of manhoods sliding against one another and loud slaps of crotch meeting butt.

Francis clamped his eyes shut soon after we started jackhammering him, and his muscles began to tense. Daniel and I could feel his hole tighten around us, and we knew that it wouldn't be long before the crow would be cumming hard. We never let up, riding his ass for every bit it could give.

With rising moans, Francis's orgasm began to take him. "Ah!" he cried out, short and desperate, his eyes wide as the first jet of crow semen splattered my chest. He even orgasmed like a true bottom. His ass continued to take the abuse while he came, and it was a doozy, long and hard and messy. His smooth shaft pumped every drop of cum his balls could produce onto my chest and belly. After a bit the fluid seemed to thin out as we milked his prostate, but the throes of his climax had him just as strong.

After the crow was in control of himself again, he motioned for us to stop, and we pulled out gratefully one at a time. I was coated in a thin sheen of sweat from the effort, but Daniel was dripping. Both of us were painfully hard, as the sensations within Francis were more for him than us.

Before I knew what was happening, Francis managed to remove himself from me on wobbly legs, and I felt my legs being lifted up, my ass exposed. Daniel stood above me, glistening erection poised to enter my depths.

"Wha...?" was all I said.

Francis chuckled. "This is what you wanted, right?"

There was a stab of pain as Daniel thrust his gryphon rod into me, and then a soothing, spreading pleasure. "Yes," I answered, partly begging for more.

Daniel gripped my ankles, placing them on his broad shoulders as Francis stood next to him, leaning up to kiss his neck and whisper loudly to him. "Make him scream," Francis ordered.

Another moan escaped my beak as I felt him slowly withdraw most of his length from me. With a dominating smile, Daniel rammed it back in me. "Yes!" I nearly shouted. After that, I couldn't tell the difference in Daniel's motions. He just began to fuck my ass long and hard, and the only thing I could do was lie there and take it. I was in ecstasy.

"Easy," Francis told him with another lick up his neck. "Draw it out. Make him beg for your cum."

Daniel, still pounding my poor tailhole, somehow bent down to my ear. "Well?" he said in a low, hot voice. "Beg."

And beg I did. I begged for him take me. I begged for him to make me his. I begged for him to fill me with his cum. I wanted him to do all of these things to me, and so much more.

There was a single, short-lived moment where I realized just how long it had been since I had felt this turned on.

Francis seemed to be surprised at my sluttiness, and my moans, coupled with the sight of his gryphon abusing my asshole must have riled him up again, because he moved away from Daniel with his own cock standing tall and ready. Then he moved over the table, straddling me, presenting his erection to my empty beak. Through the haze of tail-stretching pleasure, I knew Francis was not finished with me yet.

"Hush now," he said in such a dark, commanding tone. I had never known my roommate could be so... sexy. Francis then gripped the back of my skull, seeming to force my beak open, and thrust his length down my throat.

I wrapped a hand around his cock as I weaved and licked up the shaft, but before I could really get going, Daniel pulled on my ankles, hoisting my ass off the table so that he could thrust at a more downward angle. As soon as I felt the shift, the gryphon shaft began to stab at my prostate, and I knew I would be cumming from this soon. Almost simultaneously, Francis removed my hands from his member and hoisted them above my head, holding both of my wrists in one of his hands. With his other, he held my head fast so that he could thrust downward into my needy skull just as his boyfriend was thrusting into my needy ass.

Filled from both ends with throbbing malehoods, I felt my thoughts slip away. I could barely control my tongue to properly lavish Francis's length. I was nothing more than a pair of holes for the two lovers to dump their cum in, and I awaited it eagerly.

Their pounding began to increase in speed, Daniel's especially, every thrust into my tail slapping loudly accompanied by the slick sounds of a long cock sliding into me effortlessly. Pleasure overcame me as I realized my reward was coming soon, but I couldn't tell you whether it came from my over-stimulated prostate or from the situation itself. Probably both, and every muscle within me tensed and readied for my impending orgasm.

I could hear Daniel moaning loudly as he placed his fists beside me on the table, thrusting harder than ever. I thought he would be the one to fill me first, but he held on for longer than ever, as my own climax began to spread through me. Daniel's hand on the back of my head turned into a fist as he tugged at my feathers, each of us finding endless energy as we rode the waves of our delayed, ever-approaching finishers.

My cock and insides felt like they were on fire. The pleasure was just too great, and I wanted it to come, to overtake me, to send me into uncontrollable spasms of pleasure. For a while it felt like it never would, and for the two other birds, it was likewise. Amidst heavy grunts and pouring sweat, the breakneck pace of fucking me rotten continued.

I felt like I was going to pass out.

And then we came.

Cum flooded my mouth and ass at the same time as my own erection fired off spurts of semen like bullets, coating Francis's back. My senses were overwhelmed by feelings of being filled with male juices, all the while my legs and hips jerked uncontrollably in thrusts of ecstasy, my arms still held fast in Francis's iron talons. I was drowning in cum and pleasure, and I could have easily died in it.

Too soon, the two withdrew from me, their essences splattering the table and my face as they flooded out. We stumbled to the couch and flopped down on each other, each one a sweaty mess, with Francis and I being cum-splattered as well. Arranged haphazardly on the generously sized couch, the only thing left to do this late at night, with alcohol still in us, was to sleep.

When I awoke, I was alone and in my bed. I wondered if it had all been a dream. After a moment, I tried to get out from the covers and stand, and my aching muscles protested to let me know that it had been real.

My clock told me that I had slept way in, even more so than usual, for an owl. I headed downstairs to find Francis fully clothed in a wintery sweater and khakis. I was still naked, but Francis didn't seem to even notice.

I felt so embarrassed. I knew that my behavior and uncontrolled desires had led to what had happened last night, and everything about it screamed 'bad idea.' Still, even though I didn't want to at this very moment, I knew now was the only time to say something, or I might not get an honest answer.

"Francis, are you okay with what happened last night?"

"Of course," he replied. "I planned it."

"You're not worried about Daniel? That I shouldn't have come between you two?"

"Not really," he replied in his usual, clipped style. "Daniel is very mine, and he knows it. We talked this morning before he left. It was fun. That's all."

I was still ashamed and skeptical. "Are you sure?"

"What's wrong?" he asked quickly and with a lack of concern.

"It just feels wrong to me."

Francis laughed. "Most people experience at least some shame after doing what you did last night. You'll get your dignity back soon enough."

Part of me was insulted at how casual he could be about this. Another part of me knew that he was right, and I was just going through a glorified walk of shame. So I simply headed back to my room, my owl biology beckoning me to sleep for the entire day. And I did, sure that it would all wash away by tonight.