New Year’s Eve With My Straight Friend and My Crush | E2 (Patreon)

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

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It was already past three. We were sitting on the same couch as before, already dressed. The TV was still on, something about New Year's resolutions was playing, but no one was listening. Max was scrolling through something on his phone. Noah was holding a beer can, empty for a long time. I was sitting in the middle, trying to breathe normally.

But nothing was normal.

We talked. About silly things. But every sentence had something... broken in it. As if none of us knew if what had happened was meant to be a joke, a moment, or the beginning of something more.

The glances lasted longer. Max gave me the same half-smiles, but now there was something more to them. Noah would bite his lip from time to time, looking at me from the side. I... could feel their bodies even through their clothes. My own was heated by thoughts that wouldn't stop coming back.

And now we were sitting here as if it were just a regular movie night with friends. But it wasn't.

I noticed it first with Noah. His hand wandered down to his crotch. He pretended to be adjusting his pants. Pretended to be doing it casually. But then he did it again. And again. And then he wasn't adjusting anymore, he was gently pressing. The bulge was clear.

I shifted my gaze to Max. He was looking at the screen, but his legs were spread wider than before, and the fabric of his pants didn't hide much. His cock was swollen, clearly hard.

I felt a familiar warmth under my skin. A shiver ran through me. Something inside me began to grow. I had them both. Here. Again. And if I didn't do something... I would waste this night.

I looked at one, then the other.

No.

This night won't end with a blowjob.

"Hey..." I broke the silence.

They both looked at me. Max narrowed his eyes slightly. Noah slowly put the empty can back on the table. They were silent.

"I can see you’re both hard." I smiled slightly. "Why waste it?"

Max laughed quietly, as if to relieve the tension. But something else flashed in his eyes. Something that said, "Okay, let's keep playing."

Noah didn't move. He just stared. Quietly. Heavily. He inhaled through his nose and slowly exhaled. As if giving himself permission.

"It's New Year's Eve," I added. "Once a year. We’re not gonna regret not doing something… right?"

Max raised an eyebrow. "What do you suggest?"

I didn't hesitate for a second. "Let's fuck."

A moment of silence.

Too long to be comfortable. Too short to back out.

Noah was the first to respond.

"I'm in," he said calmly, almost too calmly. As if he were talking about having another drink.

Max looked at me, then at him. I could see he was thinking. That something was stirring inside him. And then, without a smile, without a mask, he simply nodded.

"All right."

My heart pounded against my ribs. My skin itched from the sudden rush of heat. I already knew it was going to happen. And that I would no longer be the same Matt I had been just a few hours ago.

I got up first.

"Come on, then." I looked over my shoulder. "Let's go all the way."

And in their eyes, I saw the same thing I felt under my skin, hunger. And something else.

Uncertainty about what would happen when we finally gave ourselves completely.

We took off our clothes faster than I had planned. There was no shyness, only determination. The desire was already between us, thick and heavy. Now we just had to use it.

Max was the first to take off his pants. His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, taut as a spring. Precum glistened on the tip, sticky, betraying how long it had been inside him. He leaned against the table, his shoulders trembling, but he didn't take his eyes off me for a second. Noah was naked too, but he stood to the side. He watched. Silent.

"So who are we fucking?" Noah asked in a low voice.

"Me," I replied immediately.

I reached for the lube and threw it on the couch, then turned my back, knelt down, and stuck my ass out deliberately, without shame.

I heard Max's footsteps. Before he touched me, I could already feel his presence behind me. Then the cool slickness of lube ran down over me, and his fingers began to work, slowly, methodically. One finger. Circling. Second. Stretching. His thumb pressed down, and I breathed deeply, allowing my body to open up.

"Fuck..." I let out as I pulled my hips back, asking for more.

"Easy," he muttered. "I want you to feel this."

The head of his cock pressed against me. The pressure was intense, stretching, but damn exciting. He slid in slowly, inch by inch, until I felt him all inside me. He paused for a moment, his hands resting heavily on my hips.

His first movements were cautious. Short. Controlled. But that quickly ceased to be enough for him.

He began to thrust deeper. Harder. His hips slammed into my buttocks at an increasingly rapid pace. The couch creaked beneath us. His breathing was loud, ragged, and I could feel it on my neck as he leaned closer and closer. Each thrust hit exactly where it needed to, until I lost my mind and moans escaped my throat.

"Matt... fuck..." he hissed. "This is sick."

I didn't answer. My body spoke for me. Pulling my hips back. Tensing with his movements. I wanted him deeper, harder. And he felt it.

His pace faltered. His movements became uneven, violent. He grabbed my hips, thrust himself all the way in, and froze with a dull moan.

I felt an explosion of heat inside me.

He slid out, trembling, then collapsed onto the couch next to me, sweaty, broken, breathing as if he had just run a marathon.

I stayed on all fours. Spread open. Trembling.

With a body that still hadn't had enough.

Because Noah was still waiting.

His hands clenched my hips, hard, decisively. Unlike Max. As if his whole body had been waiting for this moment. I felt his fingers digging into my skin, spreading me even more. I was warm, soft, stretched. Full of Max's cum. And damn ready.

Lube. Another wave of coolness.

His hand slid down my spine to my neck, which he held gently, as if controlling me with a single gesture. It was a touch of power. But tender.

And then, his cock.

He entered me with one smooth movement, deep. So smooth that I moaned. Deeper than Max. Heavier. I could feel all of him. He paused inside me for a moment, then began to move. At first calmly, evenly, controlled. But each thrust was full of power. He thrust all the way in. And back out. And again. The loud slaps of his hips against my buttocks began to create a rhythm I couldn't resist.

My body swayed with his movements, moans escaping me. I was completely devoted, completely open.

Noah leaned over me. His stomach touched my back. I could feel him tense his muscles with every thrust. I could feel his tongue on my neck. His breath, warm, rapid. And then, in my ear, he whispered in a hoarse voice:

"You know I've wanted you... for weeks."

I shuddered. My hands clenched the fabric of the couch, and my hips moved back into him harder. I wanted him more. Deeper. And he could feel it.

He started moving faster.

My body jerked with every thrust.

But he didn't stop. He didn't slow down.

He fucked me as if everything he had been holding back all this time was now being released.

I could feel the finale approaching. His body was trembling, but he still held me tight.

He thrust once more. Deep. Deeper. And then he froze.

He groaned throatily.

I felt him shoot his entire load inside me. Heat spread inside me, and his body fell on top of mine, as if he couldn't believe it had happened.

We stayed like that for a moment.

Connected.

Silent.

Breathing together.

He pulled out slowly.

I slumped to the side, sticky, trembling, open.

Max lay next to me. Noah sat down next to us, his eyes fixed on the floor.

No one said anything. But everyone knew.

And then I thought one thing:

I'm glad they were here with me.

Because that night... my body will never forget.

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