There were 15 possible couple combinations among the 6 participants who gathered in the den of Jeff's (still) new house to play the twins' new game:
Max + Jeff / Jeff + Fred / Tyler + Fred
Max + Fred / Mitchell + Fred / Tyler + George
Max + George / Mitchell + George / Tyler + Max
George + Fred / Mitchell + Max / Tyler + Jeff
George + Jeff / Mitchell + Jeff / Tyler + Mitchell
Jeff, Max and Mitchell had arrived first and Jeff had shown them around the downstairs. The key feature from Jeff's perspective was that, with his older (regrettably straight) siblings long out of the nest, he'd scored one of the two master suites downstairs on either side of the large den, with outside access off the back porch. It was, as Mitchell had pointed out, essentially another fuck nest, though Jeff had yet to fuck (suck or jack) anyone under that roof. Max thought that Jeff fucking guys in virtually every room before his parents returned the next afternoon ought to be one of Jeff's top priorities, but that wasn't very practical given the evening they'd planned. Still, Jeff liked the idea and decided to keep it in mind, figuring he could probably manage to break in three or four rooms by the time they cleared out the next morning.
Max, Jeff and Mitchell had made all the game cards while they'd waited for the twins and Tyler to arrive, including a few three way combinations they thought might be interesting, as well as most of the action cards they'd talked about at La Muralla, except for mutual hand jobs, 'plate job' and Fred and Jeff pissing on each other (which, as Max had explained, the two of them could take care of themselves anytime they wanted to). They also made several extra Fuck cards, many with special provisions, in order increase the prevalence of fucking.
Max had explained to Mitchell how he and Jeff had met Tyler and how'd they'd both had reservations about inviting him, solely because they both wanted to fuck Tyler before they shared him. Then he'd thrown out his clunky idea for how the three of them could at least dip their wicks before the game started. "Too awkward," Mitchell said immediately, recognizing the validity of Max's and Jeff's reservations about sharing their brand-new find. "I mean, the three of you excuse yourselves to go quasi-fuck while I beat off with your brothers? Unh unh, I don't think so. We'll just cheat instead."
"Cheat? How can we cheat?" Jeff asked, intrigued.
"Simple," Mitchell replied. "Maybe the three of us won't be first to draw cards, but the likelihood of somebody drawing a card with Tyler and Fred or George on it and then a Fuck card before two of us get a turn is still pretty low, even with the extra Fuck cards. So, let's say Max draws the first cards...whatever they say, Max says 'Jeff and Tyler fuck.' Then after fucking Tyler for three minutes, Jeff draws two cards and announces 'Tyler and Max fuck.' Nobody's going to be checking up on whether you're reading the cards right, but put them back in the pot as soon as you lie about what they say, just in case. And if I draw before both of you have had a fuck session with Tyler, I'll cheat for you, too."
"I like it," Max said. "I'm in." "Duh," Jeff agreed, and high fived Mitchell. "Thanks, bro. You want us to rig a special combo for you in the second round?"
"Nah, I'm gonna be very fucking happy with whatever Chance has in store, for me," Mitchell said.
The twins had arrived next, with lots of liquor for shots and no condoms, and had almost immediately begun ritually undressing their host in a seductive manner that they had practiced on Max before, peeling off his items of clothing one at a time and worshipping his body at every step of the proceedings, massaging his pecs and abs, sucking his nipples, rubbing his bulge and finally dropping his jeans, ending with one twin (Fred) sucking his balls and then deep throating him while the other twin (George) buried his face in Jeff's crack and explored his asshole with his tongue, basically wedging Jeff upright between themselves, as Mitchell and Max watched.
