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My Straight Friend and My Crush | E9
🕑 Added 2026-01-14 16:04:15 +0000 UTCAll characters in this story are over 18 years of age.
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They Both Came to Me. And I Made an Important Choice.
Max and Noah showed up at my place together. Without warning. Without smiles. There was something in their bodies, a tension that didn't hurt, but weighed heavily.
I opened the door for them, surprised.
"Can we talk?" Max asked.
Noah didn't look at me right away. He just walked in. Silently.
We sat down in the living room. Me in the middle. Them on either side. Their shoulders lightly touching mine.
"We met, we talked," Max began. "And we came to the conclusion... that we're making this into something it was never meant to be."
"Competition," Noah added.
"We started hurting each other," Max looked me in the eyes. "And it was all about you."
I froze. Because I wasn't ready for this. Because I didn't know they would call it that. But there was no anger in their eyes. There was something else. Like... letting go.
"I don't want either of you to be sad because of me," I said quietly. "I don't want to choose."
They looked at me, waiting.
"Because I like both of you," I continued. "You both move me."
A moment of silence. Heavy, but soft. Their breaths on both sides. Their hands on their knees.
I took a deep breath. I looked them in the eyes.
"So... let me feel you. Both of you. Here. Now. If you want it."
They didn't respond immediately. But the atmosphere in the room became tense.
Noah nodded slightly. "I want it."
Max swallowed. "Me too."
Bodies began to lean in. Boundaries blurred.
And I felt something new. Not choice. Not chaos. Just... fulfillment.
I moved first. I looked over my shoulder and nodded toward the bedroom. I didn't need to say anything else.
Noah and Max got up at the same time. Their gazes were different than before, the uncertainty giving way to something more focused. Certain. They simply followed me.
The bedroom was quiet. The air stood still, as if waiting with us. I took off my shirt. Then my pants. I slowly slid off my boxers, not taking my eyes off them. I stood naked, already hard from the mere thought of what was about to happen.
Max took the first step. He also began to undress, nonchalantly but thoroughly. As if he knew that every movement would be remembered. Noah was not far behind. Their clothes fell one by one. Two bodies, different but equally tense.
"Lie down," Noah whispered. "Lean against the headboard."
I did. I sat comfortably, legs slightly apart, my cock bent upward, heavy with excitement. Their eyes stopped.
Noah knelt on my left. Max on my right. And they began.
Noah was the first to touch my neck with his lips. A warm kiss that turned into a tongue sliding down my chest. He stopped at my nipple and sucked it lightly until I shivered.
Max was closer to my mouth. He kissed my cheek, my jaw, until he finally reached my lips. He kissed me passionately, intensely, biting my lower lip lightly with his teeth.
Their bodies surrounded me, I could feel their skin, their muscles, their heat.
Then they both moved lower. I felt their breaths approaching my cock. When they touched it at the same time, one the head, the other the balls, I tilted my head back and moaned.
Max licked the entire length from the base to the tip. Noah took care of my balls, taking them into his mouth one at a time, teasing the sensitive spots underneath with his tongue.
They didn't decide who would do what. They just took turns. Noah sucked the head until I felt his tongue on the sensitive groove. Max then licked me lower, kissing my thighs, sometimes leaving small teeth marks. Then a change: Max took me deep into his mouth, greedily, while Noah massaged my balls in his hands and kissed my inner thighs.
I was between them. I felt completely surrounded, taken. I was breathing shallowly, moaning uninhibitedly.
"Guys..." I gasped. "I'm close. I'm about to come."
They didn't stop. Max sped up, his mouth working harder, saliva mixing with precum, his head moving rhythmically up and down.
Noah kissed my stomach and then looked up.
"We want to feel it," he said quietly. "Finish in our mouths."
That swept me away.
I grabbed their heads, my hands tangled in their hair. And then...
I shot.
With a guttural moan, with all my tension. Streams of cum filled Max's mouth first, then Noah took over for the last few seconds and swallowed the rest.
I was breathing heavily, trembling. Their mouths were shiny, their eyes dark with desire.
They didn't say anything. But I knew it was only the beginning.
I lay there for a moment, trembling, my muscles tense with pleasure. Their hands were still on me, gentle, confident, synchronized as if they had known me forever. And suddenly I knew what I wanted to say. What had to happen.
I turned onto my stomach. My body was warm, ready, my ass still wet from their earlier caresses.
"And now..." I said in a low, deep voice, deliberately slowly. "Enter me. Take turns. However you feel like it."
I didn't need to say anything else.
Noah reached for the lube. He poured out a lot, his fingers spreading it thoroughly between my buttocks. He was focused. Quiet. But I could feel his breath on my loins, his fingers caressing me in such a way that I wanted to ask for more.
And he entered.
Smoothly. Confidently. All the way. Slowly but firmly. I leaned harder on my elbows, a moan escaping my lips, deep and unashamed.
His cock went all the way in, filling me completely. And then he started moving, rhythmically, strongly, with breaths that told me how focused he was on it.
At the same time, Max knelt in front of me and took my hand.
He kissed me, first on the hand, then on the forearm. His body was close to mine, I could feel his tension, I could feel him supporting me.
Noah was fucking me deep. Every thrust hit the spot. My body trembled, my hips instinctively pushed up to meet him.
Finally, Noah thrust himself into me completely, groaned softly, and froze inside me.
I felt his cum, warm, pulsing deep inside me.
He sighed and slowly withdrew.
Max was ready. He poured more gel, spread it, and entered me faster, impulsively.
His style was completely different.
He thrust harder, deeper, moaning with each thrust. He kept his hands on my hips, moving inside me as if he were made for this movement.
And I shouted their names.
I gave myself to them.
I was between the two, still open from Noah, ready for whatever Max had.
His lower abdomen hit my buttocks, and I felt the tension rising in me again.
Finally, with a throaty groan, Max entered me one last time and came inside me, grabbing me by the neck, resting his forehead against my back.
We were all breathing heavily. All three of us.
I lay between them, still feeling their warmth inside me. The air was thick with sweat, cum, and something else… a tension that was no longer rivalry. It was something more. Something that stays in the body even after the shivers are gone.
Max was the first to move. He moved closer to me, resting his chin on my shoulder. His hand moved across my chest, calm, confident. Noah also moved closer, lay down on the other side, and touched my face with his fingertips, as if he wanted to remember me.
I closed my eyes. I sighed quietly. And then I said:
"I don't want you to fight over me. Not after all this."
There was silence. But it wasn't heavy. It was full of meaning.
"Let's fuck together. Forever," I added. "Because it's not about choosing. It's about what we have between us. And it... works."
There was no laughter. No irony. Just their hands, which didn't leave me.
Max kissed my neck. Noah ran his finger over my lips.
Their bodies were next to me, intertwined in one temperature.
There was no longer a first and a second. We were together.
I could feel it in the way they breathed, in sync.
In the fact that neither of them backed away.
They weren't separating me. They were sharing me.
And that's what I wanted.
Comments
Andre Renaud
I don't want to repeat myself but " Entrance " to describe the Anus of a Handsome Man seems although you have no love of or appreciation of the Male form ...
