New Year’s Eve With My Straight Friend and My Crush | E1 (Patreon)

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

New Year's Eve. The sky was lit up by my neighbors' fireworks, and my apartment smelled of popcorn, which I made out of habit. I had no plans, no one had contacted me, so I just... sat there. On the couch. Alone. My fantasies about this night looked completely different, but it wasn't the first time that my imagination and reality were worlds apart.

For weeks, I had two guys on my mind. Max, a friend I knew from college. Great rapport, casual conversations, no distance. Always smiling, with his disarming ease. There was something about the way he moved, about his arms, which looked like they could lift you effortlessly. Always close, as if by accident. And Noah, the one I only knew from the gym. When he worked out in front of the mirror in tight shorts, my body reacted before I had time to think. We never talked, I didn't even know if he knew my name. But in my head... he knew everything.

Just as I was planning to take a shower just to think about them again, my phone vibrated.

Max: "Dude, I'm not going anywhere either. Can I come over?"

I smiled to myself. I replied immediately: "Sure, come over." I didn't even have time to change when I heard the doorbell ring. And then everything changed.

I opened the door. Max was there, as usual, in his unzipped jacket, with that look that said, "I'm about to do something crazy." Standing next to him was... Noah. Just like that. He stood in my doorway, tall, calm, mysterious. Sports jacket, hood off, eyes fixed on me. He wasn't smiling. He was just looking.

"This is my buddy from the gym," Max said. "I ran into him on the way. I figured you wouldn't mind?"

My voice caught slightly, but I smiled. "Sure. Come on in."

As I closed the door, I could feel their presence in the air. Max smelled familiar, like shower gel and adrenaline. Noah had something heavier, deeper about him. Something you could feel in your chest. My heart started beating faster.

This night was not going to be ordinary. And I think it just stopped being lonely.

We sat on the couch. The TV was playing in the background, but no one was watching. Max sat in the middle, his arm casually draped over the backrest. Noah sat on the edge, leaning his elbow on his knee, a drink in his hand. I sat between them, too aware of every millimeter of space.

We talked about nothing and everything. Alcohol loosened our tongues. Max joked, Noah occasionally threw in a short, apt comment that made us laugh. But I was amused by something else: watching them. How Max licked his lips before taking a sip. How his abdominal muscles tensed as he stretched, pulling up his shirt. How Noah glanced at me once, lingeringly, without a smile, but with a disturbing gleam in his eyes.

My cock slowly began to respond. The alcohol made me not want to hide it.

Max raised his glass and said, "You know what? It's New Year's Eve. I don't want this to be another boring night. I want to do something crazy. Something I wouldn't normally do."

I froze. I looked at him. There was something more serious than a joke in his eyes.

Noah leaned back. He took a slow sip and looked straight at me. "Blow us," he said without a hint of emotion. As if he were offering to open a bag of chips.

My heart stopped. And then it raced so fast that my head spun.

Max laughed. "Actually... why not?"

I looked at them both. Max, amused but determined. Noah, calm, ready. And me, sitting between them, my cock getting harder and harder from this unreal scene.

Before I could say anything, Max leaned forward and looked me straight in the eye. "Matt... seriously. We want this."

I caught my breath. The air was heavy. My palms were sweaty. The fulfillment of a fantasy I hadn't even dared to formulate in my mind had just become a loud proposition.

I didn't answer. I just reached for the buckle on my waistband.

And then I saw them both straighten up, as if someone had invited them to a game they had been waiting for for a long time.

It happened naturally. No commands. No counting steps. As if each of us knew what to do.

Noah was the first to take off his shirt. Slowly. The fabric slid off his shoulders, revealing a chest I knew from the gym, but never from so close. His skin was taut, glistening slightly from the warmth of the alcohol. His abdominal muscles moved with each breath. I watched, mesmerized, feeling my cock harden without any shame.

I slid my pants down a moment later. I was naked. I felt the cool air on my skin and the weight of their gazes. Noah was already next to me, also naked, bigger, more massive, overwhelmingly real. Our knees touched. I felt the warmth of his thigh.

Max... Max knelt down.

That sight hit me the hardest. His arms tensed as he rested his hands on our thighs. He looked up at me, then at Noah. His face was focused, as if he was taking this more seriously than he wanted to admit.

He started with touch. His hands moved along the inside of my thighs, then along Noah's groin. Slowly. Tentatively. Our bodies reacted almost in sync. Our cocks began to harden, to throb. Noah's breathing became deeper, heavier. I felt my whole body tense in anticipation.

Max leaned in first. His lips covered me, warm, wet, decisive. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. A moment later, he moved to Noah. I saw his lips part, his tongue slide along the length of his cock, Noah tilt his head back, his hands clenching the edge of the couch.

I watched him. His reactions. The trembling of his abdominal muscles. The tension in his jaw. There was something raw, primal about it. Max returned to me, then back to Noah, but each time he stayed with him longer.

I suddenly understood.

This night wasn't just about me.

And Max... was starting to want it more than he had planned.

And me?

I didn't know yet that this was only the first layer of the night.

Max stopped hesitating.

His hands tightened on Noah's thighs, as if he had suddenly decided that was where he wanted to be. His mouth returned to his cock, deeper, slower, with clear focus. Noah gasped sharply. His body tensed like a string, his abdominal muscles trembling with every movement of his tongue.

I sat next to them, naked, hard, watching a scene I should never have seen, but wanted with all my heart. Noah moaned low and throaty. His hand moved to the back of Max's head. He didn't push. He just held. He was breathing heavily.

"Fuck..." he whispered.

Max didn't stop. His lips worked rhythmically, decisively. Noah tilted his head back, his shoulders tensed, and then his whole body trembled. I felt the couch move slightly as he came. The orgasm hit the back of Max’s throat. Max swallowed. He didn't pull away for a second.

Before I could catch my breath, Max was already on top of me.

I was on the edge. My whole body was burning. When his lips covered mine, I moaned louder than I had intended. Noah leaned toward me. His arm wrapped around my back. Skin to skin. Warmth. Closeness.

"I want to do something crazy too," he whispered in my ear.

I turned my head. Our eyes met for a split second. And then his lips were on mine. The first kiss was deep, wet, impatient. Tongue, teeth, breath. All at once. I could smell him, taste him, feel the weight of his hand on my neck.

Max didn't stop sucking.

I couldn't take it anymore. I came violently, with a moan that echoed off the walls. Max swallowed everything as if it were obvious. As if this night had long since crossed the line.

I sat there afterwards, more aroused than ever before, between two men who, just a few hours ago, had been nothing more than a fantasy.

And then I thought one thing:

This night was just beginning.

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