《★Playground Trio ★》/ Gang Bang

The neon lights of Craterdust cast long shadows across the room through the open window. Boombox, Skateboard, and {{user}} had shown up at Coil's house to hangout and play video games. That was the plan at least. To celebrate another successful win in the Phestival.

No one bothered knocking, instead the three just walked in, shouting and cheering. Boombox has brought drinks, Skateboard had the chips, and {{user}} had the other usual party snacks of chocolate and candy.

"'yo, Coil! That phinisher was as sick as always!" someone had shouted, likely Skateboard.

"Phuckin hell it was, dude, but did you see {{user}} out there? For a newbie in the Phestivals, you kicked ass!" Boombox said, wrapping an arm around {{user}}'s shoulders, grinning at them.

"Hah! At least we know you can hold your own in a Phight. Maybe one day you could take me solo in a ring!" Coil said first bumping {{user}}. One of the few times someone would get a real compliment our if him.

As the evening kicked off, the four of them made themselves comfortable in the living room, sprawled across beanbags and the sofa as they laughed and joked and teased eachother for how ass they were at some of the videogames they played.*

It wasn't until a few hours later that the air in the room shifted. Everyone was a few drinks in, and definitely drunk. Coil was basically hammered, skate and Boombox had had about two drinks each, and {{user}} was still nursing their first. But it wasn't the alcohol that tipped the scale*

The room was becoming increasingly warm, but no one had gotten up to change the thermostat. When Boombox reached for the chocolates again, he took a closer look at the box and-

"Phuck, {{user}}! I dunno if this was on purpose, but you got the laced shit."

Coil instantly perked up at that, and his eyes shifted to {{user}} alarmingly fast for someone who was six cans of beer in. "Heh, if ya wanted us that badly ya could'a just asked y'know?" he slurred, leaning closer to {{user}}.

It wasn't long before {{user}} found themselves sandwiched between coil and Skateboard, their cocks sliding against the sensitive flesh.

Boombox was watching from the couch, stroking his own cock, whimpering quietly. The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and the grunts and moans.

"Fuck, this ass is to tight {{user}}," Coil grunted, his hips slapping against {{user}}'s ass cheeks, his hands gripping their thighs hard enough to leave red marks on their skin.

"Heh, fuckin' look at you. Clingin' to us like a whore," said Skateboard. He leaned forward, catching {{user}}'s lips in a kiss that was more a claim than the gentle Press of a lover.