Ryan Standish was happy. He was enrolled at the same college as Vinnie Cost and they were going to be
roommates. He was a bit miffed that Dylan had tagged along. Ryan realized it was his own fault. He knew his
brotherly admiration for Dylan and his love or lust for Vinnie were leaking through into Vinnie's psyche. Ryan
knew too that Dylan liked hanging with his brother, even if his brother was his boyfriend's jockstrap.
Dylan knew it was a bit fucked up. He knew Ryan loved Vinnie, but didn't know how to express it - except by
becoming whatever Vinnie wished. He really thought he was helping Ryan out, but making sure Vinnie had Dylan
as his boyfriend. He figured, he could step aside when Ryan was ready, or they could keep sharing.
Vinnie flexed in front of the dorm room mirror. He looked hot and buff in just his jockstrap and muscle tee
shirt. He knew that Ryan was his jockstrap and that Dylan was his muscle tee. It had been a fucking wild
summer. He had worn the brothers nearly every day. He actually thought of them as a matched set. It had made
moving up here to college easier. Most of his old clothes no longer fit his muscled frame, and what he had
fit into his backpack. He had ridden up here on Dylan's motorcycle while wearing the Standish brothers. He
thought it was all his idea. He had figured out that Dylan and Ryan really had the transformative powers, but
he had talked them into being his clothing for three reasons. First, they could share a single room between
the three of them. He'd wear the brothers to bed each night. He had the best dreams when he wore those two.
Second, they discovered that when he used the brothers to absorb his cum, the two big men were not hungry when
the became human again. He promised to keep them well fed, and by the end of summer was producing six or more
loads each day into his absorbent jockstrap and whatever Dylan was that day. Dylan had been a hand towel,
terry cloth shorts, a robe, a Speedo, a wet suit, a singlet, a tee-shirt, running shorts, a pair of socks, a
head band, sunglasses, a towel, and chamois. He was even a necktie for Vin's interview. It was odd, but 95%
of the time, Ryan was just a jockstrap, even when Vinnie wanted him to be boxers or briefs or anything else.
He was eager to become Vinnie's leather loincloth, when Vinnie want to play Tarzan on the ropes hanging over
the swimming hole at the Standish's lake cabin.
It had been a long day, Vinnie had gotten his dorm room assignment and registered for his classes. He also
registered Ryan for his remedial classes and Dylan for his classes. He had hit the gym, and jogged home
without showering. His skin was shiny with sweat. It looked great in the mirror. It looked like his muscles
were oiled. He felt his pouch tighten up, and recalled that he hadn't cum all day. The boys must be famished
he thought. His muscle shirt was tucked inside his jockstrap, so he knew they'd both absorb his load as he
hopped into the single bed and started jacking off. It had been a long day, and he came once and passed out.
He had a wonderful wet dream, and probably came another 3 times in his sleep.
His alarm woke him, and he cursed. He had slept through the first alarm, and he'd be late to class. He
pulled on his clothes and raced across campus to class. He'd buy a bicycle today or tomorrow, he decided. He
totally forgot about Ryan and Dylan. He was so excited about his first day at class, he totally forgot that
as long as he was wearing them - they couldn't attend their classes. Dylan tried to remind him a couple
times, but Ryan was happy where he was. In fact, Dylan suspected that Ryan was helping Vin to forget about
Dylan and Ryan, because he didn't want to change back.
Dylan remembered that awkward conversation he had had with Ryan after Vinnie had left them to complete their
college applications.
"How am I going to explain to the guys that I'm rooming with you and Vinnie in a single room with just a twin
bed?" whined Ryan.
"Dude, you don't have to tell them it's a single or that you have roommates, unless you want to. For all they
know you might be sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor to save money. Hey, that reminds me. Remember when
we were kids, and you wanted to go with me when I went to Scout camp? You made a fucking great mummy bag.
Let's say we take Vinnie camping some weekend, you can be a double mummy bag for the two of us."
Ryan had bit his lip and nodded. They'd be going camping next weekend. The plan was for Dylan to ride on his
motorcycle with Vinnie holding on to his waist. Ryan would be in the pack on Vinnie's back. Of course, if
they missed a few days of school, Ryan and Dylan might not be able to go, as they would have to catch up.
Dylan concentrated at Ryan and Vinnie.
Vinnie was in the Starbuck's Men's Room pissing at the urinal when he realized he was still wearing Dylan and
Ryan. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. Vinnie had changed into his Barrista uniform and was just about
to begin his shift. He said sorry guys, and promised to take them off when he got home.
It was after midnight when he got home. He fell asleep still wearing his uniform. In the morning, the alarm
woke him. He was late again, but he had to change into fresh clothes, and he remembered to take Ryan and Dylan
off. Then he left.
Dylan changed back first, and to Ryan's surprise, he put Ryan on.
"Bro, I'm going to enjoy wearing you for the rest of the week. Now I'll go to your remedial class first, and
explain you had to take care of some family stuff this week, and I am just taking notes for you. Then I'll go
to my class, and then to your next class. I planned my schedule around yours, so I could wear you, Ryan."
He grinned and finished dressing, and then he ran to Ryan's class, and told that story to the teacher while
Ryan angrily squeezed his balls. He was going to put his little bro in his place. He suddenly added, "Dr.
Smythe, I should tell you that Ryan may be out for two weeks, he's helping with some family business. Uh, you
know helping sort out things after a death."
Two weeks? You wouldn't! Thought Ryan.
Try me, Bro. You be good, and it'll be you sitting in this class next week, not me sitting here wearing you.
Vinnie felt naked all day without Ryan and Dylan. He spent several hours in the supernatural section of the
library stacks trying to decide what to do about Ryan and Dylan. He needed them too badly. Hm, this passage
looked interesting.
"...and Goodwife Abigail Hanson then took enchanted thread and sewed her name into the hem of the garment into
which her husband had been transformed. Thus, enchanting him to eternally be her slave, by literally weaving
her ownership of him into the very fabric of his being."
"Enchanted thread?" whispered Vinnie with an evil smile, as he adjusted his loose cock. Damn, he missed that
pouch.
That night.
"Oh, Ryan's already transformed?" Vinnie asked when he got home.
"Yeah, well, it'll be intimate with the two of us sharing the bed tonight, Vin," Dylan replied.
"Oh, you're not transforming? Uh, would it be okay then if I wore Ryan?"
"Not tonight, Vin. Tonight, it's just you and me. I made dinner," Dylan switched off the lights to reveal a
candle lit dinner waiting on the window box.
"Whoa, a romantic dinner for two?" Vinnie was touched.
By the end of the night, he was hornier and drunker that he had ever been before. Vinnie had the presence of
mind to mention condoms as he and Dylan kissed. Dylan answered it wasn't necessary as long as he was wearing
Ryan. That boy would absorb everything better than a condom, and besides both of them were STD free. Vinnie
just nodded. He'd be sore in the morning.
When Dylan woke up, Vinnie and Ryan were still asleep. He decided he was going to given Ryan any chance to
escape. So he pissed right through the pouch as he sat on the toilet and then showered while wearing Ryan.
Ryan woke sputtering. Someone was pissing in him. He instinctively absorbed the foul tasting liquid. Then he
remembered Dylan was wearing him. He was horrified when Dylan wore him in the shower, and then blow dried
Ryan while still wearing him.