My Straight Friends Love Challenges | E5 (Patreon)

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

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They Competed With Their Mouths. I Decided.

I was already sitting in the living room when I heard the door handle turn. The door opened confidently, without hesitation. Nick and Ryan walked in like two buddies returning to the ring, amused, with a twinkle in their eyes, as if the past challenges had only excited them.

There was no awkwardness. Only the certainty that today something would happen again that would push the boundaries even further.

"Good morning, massage king," Nick said, throwing his jacket on a chair.

"Got any new interesting ideas?" Ryan added with a smile, stretching his arms.

I looked at them calmly. I sat deeper in my chair and stretched as if I had just woken up, even though inside I had been ready for an hour.

My cock had been hard since morning. Just from the thought that they were coming.

"I have something... more daring," I said quietly.

They both burst out laughing. Nick raised an eyebrow.

"Go ahead. Let's face it all."

Ryan nodded, coming closer.

"I'll win this."

Nick looked down on Ryan with superiority.

"We'll see."

I straightened up, put my hand on my thigh, and said,

"The competition is simple. Whoever gives me a better blowjob wins."

Silence. A split second.

And then they both burst out in short, surprised laughter, excited, tense, full of disbelief and excitement.

Nick was the first to look me straight in the eye, already with that challenge in his gaze. Ryan turned slightly, as if to hide a growing smile or the growing tension in his boxers.

They were already ready.

Bodies tense, thoughts racing.

And I just sat back more comfortably.

This was supposed to be their test. But also my reward.

I slid my shorts down without a word.

Not slowly, not theatrically, I just took them off like something unnecessary, and my cock sprang out freely, semi-hard, throbbing, already slightly moist at the tip. I didn't try to pretend to be in control. Not today. Not with them around.

I sat on the edge of the couch, spreading my thighs wide. I could feel their gaze drop lower and stay there, suspended between curiosity and a desire to compete.

They looked as if they were assessing their opponent before a match. But the opponent was my cock. And each other.

"Okay..." Nick muttered, glancing at Ryan. "Which one first?"

"We're not going to fight," Ryan replied, kneeling on my left side. "You start. I'll finish."

Nick didn't have to repeat himself. He knelt on the right, both of them leaning in close, their heads level with my cock. I could see their faces getting closer, their hands accidentally brushing against each other, the tension between them growing, not just from the rivalry, but from the very fact that they were going to share my cock.

"You have one job," I said quietly, smiling. "Give me the best blowjob ever."

Nick laughed softly. Ryan just swallowed.

I leaned back, resting my hands behind me, letting them do what they wanted. I felt like a trophy, like a challenge, like a prize they wanted to fight for with their mouths.

I never thought two straight guys would compete... for my moans.

But they were already kneeling.

They were already opening their mouths.

And I knew that in a moment, something would break between them. And in me.

Nick knelt first. Without unnecessary words.

He leaned down and took me into his mouth as if he knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue immediately wrapped around the shaft, and his lips enveloped me tightly and deeply. There was no uncertainty. There was no trying. The sucking was rhythmic, decisive. His head moved steadily, at an even pace, and saliva glistened on my cock with every movement.

"Okay..." I muttered under my breath, my hips trembling slightly. "This is serious."

Nick didn't answer. He sucked me harder, then slid me deeper into his throat. All the way to my balls.

A low, hoarse sound came from his throat, which passed through my body like an electric impulse.

He was perfect at it.

When he pulled back, he did it slowly, as if savoring the taste. When he came back, he did it quickly, without fear.

My hands clenched the sheets.

After a few seconds, he pulled back, looked me in the eyes, and smiled cheekily.

"Your move, Ryan."

Ryan wasn't joking. He moved to Nick's place, leaned over, and started completely differently.

Not deep. Not rough. Precise.

His tongue brushed the tip, circling it slowly, thoroughly, as if he knew every millimeter of it. He smacked his lips, licked it again, returned to the head, sucking it lightly, leaving a wet mark.

He was more subtle. But intense.

He treated my cock like candy and me like someone he wanted to disarm with tenderness.

I was breathing faster and faster.

My body reacted differently to each of them. One dominated, the other caressed. But both of them wound me up to the limit of my endurance.

After a moment, I raised my hand.

"That's enough..." I whispered. Not because I wanted to stop.

Just because I couldn't take it anymore.

They moved away. My cock glistened with their saliva, hard and throbbing.

I lay down comfortably and started masturbating, my hand working slowly, my body already tense.

They both watched.

They waited for the verdict.

And I felt that I had never wanted to say it so much before.

I was breathing heavily, leaning back against the bed. My hand was moving on its own, in a rhythm I no longer controlled. My cock was wet, tense, I could still feel the trace of their mouths on it, the warmth, the saliva, that lingering sucking that stays in your head longer than in your body.

Nick and Ryan knelt in front of me. Both focused. Both alert.

They waited.

The contraction came quickly. One, then another. I came violently, my body bent forward, my breath caught in my throat. I didn't say anything for a moment. I just recovered, feeling the tension slowly release.

Finally, I looked up.

"Okay..." I said quietly, my voice still hoarse. "I have to be honest."

Nick straightened up slightly. So did Ryan.

It was that moment, that second of silence, when they both knew the verdict was in.

"You were both damn good," I continued. "But Nick..."

I looked him straight in the eye.

"Your throat. The fact that you didn't hesitate for a second. That's what won."

Nick smiled broadly. Confidently. Without false modesty.

"I knew it," he said. "Technique. And no fear."

Ryan just snorted, but there was no anger in his eyes. There was something sharper. Ambition. Hunger.

"It's not over yet," he said, getting up from his knees. "Tomorrow I'll do a better job with my tongue. I swear."

I looked at them both, still naked, still tense, still ready for more.

And I smiled to myself.

Their mouths are fighting for victory. But I get all the rewards, and I knew that tomorrow this rivalry would reach a whole new level.

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