That was probably the most memorable Christmas of my life. I won't say we had a perfect relationship, but we were so much in love, we overlooked countless awkward situations. Since we were the only students in the dorms, we had all the privacy we needed to make all the noise we wanted. I told my folks that I was spending the holidays with Kurt's family and the twins told Burt they were spending it with me, especially since the Hummel-Hudson's had all gone to Vermont. I think Burt was glad the boys had somewhere to go.

It was two days until Christmas and I woke up early. We had taken two twin beds and pushed them together, laid blankets across for a mattress pad and the three of us slept together. I woke up to find Kurt snuggled to my chest like a baby koala, head under my chin, soft and warm and wonderful. Rolf was playing big spoon, his arms wrapped around me and his damp breath on my neck, his soft cock against my back.

It was strange, but at the same time it was like we'd done it all of our lives. My family had never been very demonstrative; not to say we didn't love each other, but we did not hug and kiss and hold hands. My siblings and I were somewhat close, but the thought of holding Cooper's hand or kissing Sammy's cheek? It didn't turn my stomach or anything, it was more like I could not imagine doing it. If I did either of those things, the look of utter astonishment on their faces would be comical.

But apparently the Hummels were people who valued contact. I don't think I ever sat with them...be it in the dorms with Rolf and Kurt or at the house with Finn, Carole, and Burt, that they were not touching. A hand on a shoulder, a casual kiss on the cheek, or falling asleep tangled together with whomever was sitting next to you on the sofa.

It took only a day or so before I was so used to it, I ceased to think about it any more. It was about the same amount of time to get used to the idea that my boyfriend was twins...and I was apparently dating them both! They didn't argue about me (or not in my hearing) and didn't show any jealousy. If I was sitting, watching a movie with Rolf on my lap, his arms around my chest, then Kurt joins us. Instead of sitting across the room and brooding or anything along those lines, Kurt would walk over, drop a kiss on his brother's head and sit beside us, maybe holding Rolf's hand and putting his arm around my waist.

I got so I could kiss Kurt on his luscious lips and move my head so Rolf had better access to kissing my neck. I admit there were times that I was so engrossed in the physical part of it that I just simply laid back and let them do all the work while I reaped the rewards. It is very intoxicating to have two people catering to your every lustful wish, and we loved every minute of it. We knew it was only going to be like this for a short time, the students would be coming back to the Dalton dorms and we would have to be quiet and careful so as not to let on about Kurt actually being twins. I like to think that with my help, they could have an easier time of it concerning their schoolwork.

I went out the next day...December 23rd....to get the twins' Christmas presents. I had heard from one of the seniors that there was a store down by the highway that sold certain items – and didn't check too closely about ages on IDs. I waited until the Kurt and Rolf were asleep and left a note that I went out for a treat. I'd have to stop and get ice cream on my way back.

I got to the store and nobody asked for my ID. I went in, not having any idea what to expect, so I walked down the aisles to see what they had. Wow. There were things there that I had no idea what you would do with them. Plus some pretty funny stuff that must be for gag gifts....I mean, who would buy themselves a blow-up sheep with a “real feel” vagina? And who tested it...how did they know what a sheep's vagina felt like? Ewww.

I guess I must have looked pretty lost because after a while this guy that worked there came up to me and asked if he could help me locate something. I had no idea what to say. He was a nice guy, early twenties, dark hair and jade green eyes. He was wearing designer clothes (which I recognized thanks to Kurt and Rolf) and had a rainbow pin on his vest. I think this made me feel a little better, maybe he could relate to my situation, well not the twin aspect of it, but the gay kid in high school aspect.

“I don't know. I'm kind of lost as to what to give a friend as a gift,” I started. He smiled, but in a companionable way, not a wolfish way.

“Is this for your boyfriend?” he asked. I blushed.

“Yeah, but we haven't been together for very long. I'm kind of new at all of this...” I stammered.

“No problem. Can I ask you a few questions? Don't answer if you feel the least bit embarrassed, I don't want to pry, I just want to help you find the best thing to make you both feel right.” I nodded.

“Are you already sexually active?” I nodded.

“Have you had anal sex?” Another nod. Apparently I had lost the ability to speak.

“Is your boyfriend opposed to toys?” he asked.

“I don't think so. We've never tried one, so I'm not sure what he might like. I don't want anything too...ah....large,” I said, looking over at a display of a giant dildo that must have been made for a horse because I had no idea how something that large could fit into any human body. The guy laughed.

“I think that might be for someone more..advanced. I don't want to sell you something that could damage you, you are kind of, ah...young. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but I worry about a young person, boy or girl, who wants to try to do it all at once. I do think that even though you are sexually active at a young age, you need to keep your activities a little – less advanced? Shall we call it. I can recommend several toys to start and I think they will work for you. If you need to know how they work, we have a discreet website with video demonstrations, or I can tell you the basics of how they work,” he advised me.

“Okay, I am a little embarrassed, but maybe I'd do okay with you telling me,” I said.

In the end, I bought a few toys along with some other products that might enhance our playtime. I had him wrap them up in shiny gold Christmas paper and left the store feeling at least a little better than when I came in.

~*~*~*~*~*

I got back to the dorms and went to my room, only to be greeted by two loving boys that dragged me into the room and drown me in kisses. I produced fresh cinnamon rolls and milk and we had a bit of a feast for breakfast. Afterwards we all called our families to wish them a Happy Christmas. The Hummel-Hudsons were having a grand time in Vermont on the aunt's farm in the country. They had cut down their own tree and had made strings of popcorn and cranberries to decorate. I called my folks and they were about to go walking in New York in the new fallen snow and do a bit of window-shopping. The three of us assured our families we were having a wonderful Christmas and we would see them next week.

“Should we open our presents?” they asked.

I grinned. They brought me two packages. The first was from Rolf: he got me a cashmere and angora cardigan that was so soft I couldn't believe it. It was absolutely sinful to touch and I put it on, rubbing my cheek across the warm fabric. Kurt got me slippers made of kid leather with rabbit fur lining so my feet would never be cold again. He'd noticed that since my little foray into the woods that night, my feet always seemed cold.

I got Rolf a new iPod with a gift card to download songs. I got Kurt a new messenger bag made of Italian butter soft leather. We were all overjoyed at the gifts, and sang Christmas carols and ate turkey that the janitor's wife sent over for us.

About time for bed, we walked by the tree in the common room and I mentioned that I saw a present under there. Kurt checked it out and it was to all three of us from Santa. (wink, wink). I suggested we take it back to the twins' room where we had pulled the beds together and we got ready for bed and sat together and opened it.

Inside the gold package were several smaller presents, each wrapped in a different colored paper. Kurt opened the first one to find a pack of three flavored lubricants: cinnamon-vanilla, passion fruit, and chocolate-cherry. His eyes lit up and a slow smile crossed his face.

“Hey, Santa must love us...hmmm, I wonder how he knew what we needed?” Rolf and I laughed and grabbed for the next package. Rolf opened it to find purple anal beads. His eyes got huge as he looked at me, and I blushed. I grabbed the next present to hide my embarrassment. What would they think once they realized all of this was from me?

Oh, I had grabbed the long package. I opened it to find the thin bronze colored vibrator the guy at the store had suggested for beginners.

There were still a few packages and we opened them finding satin blindfolds, furry self-release handcuffs, and a set of skin-touch teasers (a feather, a silk scarf, a piece of rabbit pelt, a cool piece of leather, a jar of honey, etc.). There was a set of gentle nipple clamps and a few more things..cock rings, a gel sleeve, and a book of instructions and suggestions.

It was maybe too much to take in all at once. I realized I might have gone a bit overboard with my credit card (which the clerk assured me would not say the name of the store, just “Abercrombie Enterprises” and not detail the list of purchases). I was getting a bit worried as the twins kept looking a the toys and then at each other or at me. I finally put the lid on the box and they just looked at me.

“Ah...maybe I over stepped my bounds?” I said in a small voice. Worried about what they must think of me now, buying all this stuff.

“No, Blaine, it's just...” Rolf blushed and looked at his twin.

“We kind of, ah, made a list this morning, of things we might like to try some day. And, ah...everything here was on the list. It's kind of weird that 'Santa' knew exactly what we wanted to try,” Kurt looked at me with those huge eyes. He smiled. I smiled back.

I heard Kurt whisper to Rolf as I was in the restroom changing my clothes. He was asking if Rolf was okay with this, or if he wanted to go to my room to sleep or something. I got the impression that Rolf was a much less adventurous person, and I didn't want to upset him in any way. I also didn't want to make him jealous. I was walking a tightrope with these two, but I didn't want to stop. I listened again and heard Rolf say he was okay with all of it, that if he felt uncomfortable with anything, he would say so. I felt better after that.

We did have a short discussion while eating ice cream: we talked about safe words, words for slowing down, and if we wanted to use condoms. I got some, just in case, but with all three of us virgins, we agreed that we were okay with not using them.

I turned out the lights and Kurt lit a few candles as the three of us got on the bed, the toybox at the side on a table. We started by kissing, just simple contact, stroking and rubbing, caressing and kissing. I learned that Rolf is ticklish under his chin and gentle licking there evokes a string of squeals and a lot of goose bumps. We explored each other, committing taste and scent and texture to memory as we moved over whichever body was in front of us at the time. I took the gentle nipple clamps out of the box, placing them on Kurt because his nipples were such an erogenous place for him. Rolf got out the blindfold and put it over his brother's eyes, making sure he was comfortable and couldn't see. I took the soft handcuffs and put them around his wrists, attaching them to the headboard, each time making sure he was okay with this. Then I got the cinnamon-vanilla lube and began to spread it over his nipples. Rolf removed the clamp from one side and replaced it with his mouth, licking and biting gentle little bites until Kurt was very hard.

“Blaine, oh.....please, Rolf...” he keened as I put some of the lube in my hand, stroking it on his cock before putting my mouth to the tip, licking tiny kitten licks until he was squirming and sounding very impatient, then larger, wider strokes with my tongue, winding around the shaft from top to root. I was massaging his belly, over his hip bones and the inside of his thighs. Rolf began kissing him, first on his cheeks, his forehead and finally his lips. Kurt opened his mouth to moan and Rolf's tongue slipped in, startling Kurt. Rolf was massaging his chest, arms, and neck as I placed my lips over his cock once again and went down as far as I could, the lube making it easier. I swallowed several times, dragging a moan from Kurt's throat each time. Every time Kurt moaned, Rolf got harder, and he began to stroke himself every once in a while, too excited to wait his turn. We made love to Kurt, cherishing each touch and kiss until he was close, but we didn't want it to end so soon, so we took off the handcuffs and blindfold.

With Kurt's help, I adjusted Rolf so his feet were planted on the bed, his knees wide apart. I lay down between his legs, at an angle so I could reach him. I poured some lube onto my fingers, warming it before touching it to Rolf's skin. I licked up his thigh, biting as I went, and began drawing little circles around the ring of muscle with my fingers. Rolf moaned and Kurt went to him immediately, kissing his face, rubbing his nipples before applying the clamps. I had leaned down to put my tongue where my fingers had been, licking slowly as Rolf moaned loudly. I lost track of where Kurt was until I felt his hard cock rubbing against my crack, the lube I'd applied making it slick. I reached up to fondle Rolf's balls and tease across that small bit of sensitive skin just below.

I had reached the point where Rolf was panting in needy breaths, my fingers in his ass, when I felt Kurt take my hand. He placed something in it: the thin vibrator, already slick with lubricant. I smiled and slowly began to tease Rolf with it, inserting it just a little bit, drawing back and pushing in as he grunted and groaned, making sounds that went straight to my cock. I pushed it in gently a few inches and flipped the switch to low. Rolf came unglued. He twisted and squirmed as the pleasure penetrated deep. I took his cock into my mouth as I did this, making him more frantic.

Kurt was not sitting idly by, he had lubed his fingers and was massaging me open. The more he gave me, the more I gave Rolf.

“Blaine, I need more...” Rolf said, barely able to articulate. I pushed in a tiny bit more and turned it up to medium.

“Blaine, I want to be inside you,” Kurt panted into my ear and I suddenly had to have him.

“Yes, please, Kurt. I need you,” I whined. Kurt got the gel sleeve and put it over my cock, stroking as I fell under the spell of that pleasure. He got behind me and lined himself up and pressed forward, stretching my ass. It burned a little, but the good feeling completely overshadowed the small amount of burning. Kurt was moaning, trying not to hurt me as he plainly wanted to plunge into me. I backed up to him a little, encouraging him to quicken his pace as I maneuvered the vibrator so it hit the most sensitive part of Rolf. I put up my hand to ask Kurt to stop for a minute as I put all of my concentration on Rolf. I was sucking and licking his cock and he was shaking as I moved the vibrator until a sharp keening was heard as he came to a climax and he shot deep into my throat. I sucked him, caressing as I turned off the vibrator. He moved around so he could kiss me; and Kurt, who had been waiting patiently, came back to push into me once again.

Kurt was adding more lube, stroking me with the gel sleeve, which had heated up from my own body heat. It was a wonderful sensation, with Kurt holding my hips and plunging in. He stopped for a second and gasped - I turned to look. Rolf had cleaned the vibrator and reapplied some lube and was sliding it into Kurt's hole as he was pushing into me. The sound that ripped from his throat was amazing. He pushed harder, farther, faster as his twin gently rotated the lubed-up vibrator until it hit Kurt's prostate and he was coming inside me so hard, calling my name, Rolf's name and I felt myself falling into that burning lava explosion. I couldn't even see for a moment, so undone with passion and pleasure. Kurt seemed to be experiencing the same, lying across my back, completely limp.

It took a while for the three of us to recover. We didn't really talk, just held on and hummed and kissed each other. I wanted this to last forever.

We were so tired, but made our way to the shower and cleaned up, dressing in those wonderful silk pajamas that Kurt was so fond of, and lay in the bed, freshly made up with clean sheets. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow, I think. I was wrapped in Kurt's arms from behind and Rolf's from the front and we didn't wake up until the next morning.

Christmas morning. I woke up tangled in the limbs of the two people I was beginning to love more than anyone else on earth. I still had no answers, still didn't know what the future held for us. But we had here and now, and, well, it was Christmas.

As I swam my way to consciousness, I realized the twins were whispering to each other. They were debating the best way to start the day, how to wake me up. I feigned sleep just to see what would develop. Yeah, I was devious back then.

Kurt was stroking my back, calm and gentle. Rolf slipped into the warm space in front of me and put the blindfold on my eyes while Kurt took my hands and placed my wrists in the fuzzy cuffs. I struggled a bit, not used to feeling so helpless, but the reassuring hands of my two lovers came to calm me. They moved from calming, sure strokes to more insistent, hurried strokes as they moved from back and outer thigh to neck and chest, inner thigh and ankles. I shuddered as teeth scraped across my chest, a tongue licking on my nipple then one on each nipple, sucking and rubbing. I couldn't reciprocate if I wanted to, cuffed to the headboard. The strokes down my chest went to swirl around my belly, making me bring my knees up abruptly in surprise. A firm hand straightened my legs out, massaging the muscles to help me relax for the next thing. It went on all morning, as they brought me to the brink of satisfaction only to snatch me back and build me up again.

They used the vibrator, which was a little too much for me and I asked them to stop. During a breather, I was lying still, trying to get my breath back when I felt something very warm cross my chest. I have an extraordinary sense of smell, but since it was so close, I think almost anyone could smell it. Honey. Warm honey being spread across my chest and down to my belly. Just a thin coating before two tongues came to lick it off. It drizzled down to cover my cock, followed by a warm mouth, coming to lick that off. Then there were the touches: first a feather, drawn lightly to tickle across my leg as I tried to identify it. I guessed right, only to have it replaced by something soft and light being dragged across my arm. It swirled and tangled as it was moved to caress me, up my leg and over my cock, which rose to the occasion.

I finally guessed it was the silk scarf, which was replaced by another sensation and another. It was amazing. My nerves were on edge, trying to make me feel since my sense of sight was taken away. Eventually I got restless, needing more and the twins sensed it, turning to something a little bit more , ah..stimulating. I felt the gel sleeve being pushed around my hard cock, and the warmth reflected back, increasing the pleasure and it was rubbed back and forth, just the right amount of friction and stimulation. I was moaning now, and Kurt came to kiss me. It was the first time I knew which twin was doing what to me. I knew because I had kissed Kurt a lot and he tasted different than Rolf.

“Can we make love to you, Blaine? Can we enter you, make you feel our heat all the way inside you?” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes, please...yesyesyes,” I stuttered, pulling my hands out of the cuffs and the blindfold off.

Warm hands pulled me onto my stomach, then brought me up to my hands and knees. I met warm skin, wriggling under me as a body got under me so my cock was rubbing his crack, my arm protectively around his belly. I began kissing his neck and another set of hands helped me enter the boy in front of me. He was already prepped, guessing from the slippery slide inside. I was just barely in when a body was at my back, leaning over me and entering me with lubed fingers. He played a little, then got serious with stroking and scissoring until I was coming undone.

“Now, Blaine?” I heard and nodded my consent. He introduced his tip to my entrance, and thrust in as I pushed forward into the boy in front of me. Being so filled, and at the same time filling someone, was an experience you cannot imagine. I was crying and screaming, undone by the excess and overloaded with pleasure. The twins were both moaning, serious about making this the most mind blowing thing that ever happened. I felt the heat gathering in my lower back, sending shooting heat in streaks through my body.

“Oh...now, I'm going to come...ah, there, don't stop,” I was babbling, I know.

It took forever, or maybe only a split second, I don't know, but I was suddenly coming and coming, straining against the cuffs, shaking as I finished, my two lovers caressing me and kissing me through it. I lay as if dead.

Gentle hands took off the cuffs and blindfold, brought a warm cloth to wash me and each other, then snuggled back under the blankets to cuddle and kiss the boys the rest of the morning.

About noon, we managed to get out of bed, got dressed and were able to sneak out to my car. We drove to the next town down the road, Ottawa, and found a little diner open for lunch. We ordered coffee and sandwiches and sat to talk and laugh and have a wonderful time. Aside from the physical aspects of our relationship, I genuinely liked Kurt and Rolf. They did tend to finish each other's sentences, which was endlessly entertaining, but they were very intelligent and could talk about anything for hours.

We made our way back to the dorms, to watch a movie, listen to music and lay together the rest of the afternoon. We talked and talked, eventually about what our relationship and future would be.

Some of the students were due back at the dorms in the morning, so this was our swan song and we took advantage of it, spending several hours in loving each other. We fell asleep together once again, but I worried about whether this would be the last time. Surely somebody would notice if I started spending my nights in Kurt's dorm room.