My Straight Friends Love Challenges | E6 (Patreon)

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

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Their Tongues. My Limit.

The door opened, as always. The same sound. The same ritual.

And yet, something was different.

Nick and Ryan walked in confidently, smiling, as if they were about to enter a sports field, not a bedroom. But their eyes... they had changed.

They were no longer just amused. There was no more playing around.

There was something deeper. Curiosity. Hunger. Maybe even desire.

I sat down on the couch and watched them in silence. They stood close together, their shoulders tense, as if their bodies remembered every moment of the previous day.

I had only one thought in my head:

I'm starting to wonder if it's still about points... or if they just want more of my body.

"Would you like something more... intimate?" I finally said, without moving.

They didn't hesitate for a second.

Nick was first:

"Go for it. Nothing surprises us anymore."

Ryan looked at me with the same gleam that only appeared when he was really horny.

"Next level? I'm in."

I sighed quietly and stood up.

"Rimming," I said calmly, looking them straight in the eye. "Whoever takes better care of my hole wins."

There was a short, thick silence.

Their bodies didn't move an inch. But something in them tensed up.

Strongly. Visibly. Sexily.

They were no longer just curious.

They were ready.

And so was I.

I didn't look them in the eyes when I started to undress. I didn't have to. I could feel their gaze, heavy, focused, full of tension. My shirt slid off in one motion. My shorts fell right after. My boxers... slower. Deliberately.

My cock was already hard. Semi-hard, tense, with a pulsing vein along its shaft. Not from touch. Not from fantasy. From the mere presence of the two of them. From the awareness of what they were about to do.

I saw Nick swallow and Ryan shift his feet as if he had to hide his tension.

I turned away from them and slowly climbed onto the couch. My body was tense, as if every movement was under their control. I knelt in the middle, leaned forward, and stuck my ass out, resting my arms on the mattress.

"Well, boys..." I said over my shoulder with a slight smile. "Show me what you can do."

I didn't hear any response, but I heard their footsteps. Soft, uncertain, but confident at the same time.

I knew they were kneeling behind me, Nick on the left, Ryan on the right. Their bodies were close. I couldn't feel them yet, but the air between us was thick, full of warmth and tension.

My breathing quickened, even though they hadn't touched me yet.

I lay stretched out, completely naked, my thighs spread, and they had a full view of my hole, open, tight, glistening with the oil I had rubbed on earlier just for them.

Devoted. Ready.

I could feel their breaths brushing against my skin, hot, faster and faster.

I couldn't see their faces, but I didn't need to. I knew their eyes were glued to one spot.

My hole.

Their target.

And my cock...

It throbbed hard without a single touch.

And I knew that in a moment, my body would forget that I was supposed to be the one calling the shots here.

Nick was the first to approach.

His hands spread my buttocks confidently, without hesitation, as if he were doing this not for the first time, but for the tenth. He spread me open in his own way, wide, deep, boldly.

And then... he plunged his tongue in.

Immediately wet, full movement, licking from bottom to top, all over the crack, as if he wanted to spread his own saliva over every inch. He sucked hard on the hole, moved his head back and forth. He made sounds, smacking, moaning, breathing, everything sticking to me along with him.

"Mmm... fuck, salty and beautiful," he muttered between licks.

My hips twitched reflexively. I was no longer in full control. His tongue was thick, wet, spilling over me in the best possible way.

After a moment, he pulled back. His hands kept me open for a moment longer.

And then Ryan took his place.

He started differently. Slowly. Kissing first the inside of my thighs, then the sides of my buttocks, as if he didn't want to go straight to the center. He was gentle, precise. As if he wanted to convince me to open myself.

When he touched my hole with his tongue, I sighed. Softly. Quietly. Completely different from Nick.

Ryan licked me slowly, tenderly, circling his tongue, then slid it deeper, sucking my hole rhythmically, holding me lightly but firmly. He was in control. But his style was... almost intimate.

"Give me all of that ass," he whispered hoarsely.

"You'll melt on my tongue."

And he was right.

I felt melted. His tongue danced inside me, teasing the center, swirling, sucking rhythmically. My body was no longer lying still, my hips rose slightly, I was looking for more, deeper, harder.

And then...

They switched. For a moment.

One licked, the other blew. One spread, the other sucked.

Their tongues didn't meet, but they knew they were competing for more than just a point.

And so I thought to myself:

I already know who's going to win. Ryan understands this place... all too well.

I got up slowly, as if my body weighed twice as much. My arms were shaking, my breath was ragged like after a run, and my legs could barely hold the tension.

I didn't have to look at myself to know that my cock was all wet, not from their hands, not from their mouths, but from the rimming itself. From what they did to me with their tongues.

I turned and sat sideways on the couch. Nick and Ryan looked up at me, their faces glistening with saliva, their eyes no longer pretending.

They weren't just rivals.

They were horny.

I caught my breath with difficulty and lifted my head.

"Ryan..." I said quietly but firmly. "You won."

Ryan's gaze hadn't changed. It was still deep, burning. But something inside had broken and something had been released.

Nick chuckled under his breath and shook his head.

"Only today," he said.

Their bodies were still close to me. Knees by the couch. Heavy breathing. Ryan's cock was hard. Nick's too.

And mine... it hadn't even softened.

I leaned on my hands, looking at them indifferently, though inside I was boiling.

Their tongues had been inside me just a moment ago. And no one was laughing. No one was joking.

Only desire that could no longer be hidden.

"If it was just tongues..."

"What will happen if I let them go deeper?"

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