My Straight Friend and My Crush | E6 (Patreon)

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

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Noah Wanted to Be Better.

The gym was bustling with sweat, weights, and overly loud music, as usual. Max was finishing his last set on the leg machine when he noticed a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. Noah. Alone. Wearing headphones. He walked past as if he hadn't noticed him. But Max wasn't the type to keep quiet.

"Hey." He nodded. "Good to see you."

Noah took out one earbud. He stopped. Quiet, composed.

"I was at Matt's place recently," Max said, as if he were talking about visiting a friend for a beer. "I dropped in for a moment... and gave him a really good blowjob."

He smiled half-heartedly, proud but not arrogant. Noah didn't react right away. For a moment, he looked somewhere above Max, as if his body was registering the words more slowly than his brain. Then he nodded.

"Okay."

That's all. No comment.

But in his eyes... something stirred. Something sharp. A cold, controlled spark.

Max noticed it, but said nothing more. He smiled and went back to his workout.

Noah didn't do another set. He put down the weight, took off his headphones, and just left. Without saying goodbye.

When I opened the door, the surprise was not feigned.

"Noah?"

He stood in front of me, leaning against the doorframe, as if he had every right to be there. Dressed as always: simple, dark, with that strange strength beating beneath his skin. He hadn't written. He hadn't called.

"I dropped by," was all he said.

"Now?" I asked, stepping back.

"Yes. Now."

He came inside. He closed the door behind him. I still didn't know what was going on. But his body knew.

Max had set something in motion.

And Noah had come to show that he leaves nothing unsaid.

I didn't have time to ask why he had come.

Noah was already standing in front of me, too close for me to pretend indifference. His gaze moved slowly over me, without haste. As if he were checking that everything was in its place.

"Max was at your place," he said calmly.

I didn't deny it.

"He made you feel good, didn't he?" he added, raising his eyebrow slightly.

I felt something tighten in my stomach. "Yes."

Noah nodded. There was no jealousy in his voice. Only concentration.

"I'll do it much better."

There was no question in it.

It was a statement of fact.

I understood at that moment that this wasn't just about sex. It was about comparison. About showing me that what I got from Max was just the beginning. And that Noah was going to top that.

I should have said something.

Instead... I let him take a step closer.

"If this is a competition..." I began quietly.

"It is," he interrupted me. "And I know you like it."

My heart raced. Because he was right.

Noah knelt without hesitation. Immediately. As if this position was obvious to him. He looked up, looked at me from below, calmly, confidently, and reached for my pants.

He unzipped them slowly.

He slid them down along with my boxers in one motion.

My cock sprang free, already hard, betraying me mercilessly.

Noah cupped it in his hand for a moment, as if testing its reaction. I felt myself tremble.

Meanwhile, I took off my shirt. I exposed my chest. I wanted him to see everything.

"Good," he muttered. "Just as I remembered."

He moved a little closer. His lips were inches away from mine.

And I knew that in a moment he would show me why he didn't like to lose.

He didn't wait.

He didn't build tension with his gaze.

He just opened his mouth and slid me inside with one smooth motion.

I moaned immediately.

Not because he surprised me. Just because he did it so calmly.

His tongue was immediately active. He wasn't just licking. He was working.

He vibrated under the shaft, circled around the tip, sucked with a force that made my legs buckle slightly. I braced myself against the wall with my hand because I knew I couldn't hold out like this for long.

Noah's hand rested on my chest. Sensitive. Stabilizing. As if saying, Don't move. Let me do my job.

He started sucking deeper. His throat relaxed, taking me in more and more with each movement. He pulled back only to let his saliva run down my balls, then came back, even harder. Even deeper. He clamped his lips right at the base, as if he didn't want to lose a single centimeter.

"Fuck, Noah..." I gasped. "You really..."

He looked up without stopping. His eyes were clear. Focused. They didn't say I want you. They said I have you exactly where I want you.

The rhythm was hypnotic. His head moved smoothly but powerfully. The sucking sounds echoed in my chest. My hips began to move on their own, searching for the pace, but he stopped me. He grabbed my hips tightly and pulled me toward him. He set the pace. He decided.

It wasn't an accident.

It was a show.

At one point, he pulled away for just a second. He rested his forehead against my hip, took a breath, and whispered,

"I don't want you to compare. But if you must... remember this."

And he took me into his mouth again. Deeper than before.

I disappeared inside him. And I didn't want to come back.

"Wait..." I whispered, already feeling myself close.

He didn't react.

On the contrary. He sped up.

He sucked me harder, as if that was what he was waiting for. His lips tight, his tongue raging around my shaft. My hips moved forward involuntarily, but he held me back. His hand was back on my chest, pressing just enough to keep me from taking control.

He didn't let go of me for a moment. As if his throat knew my shape by heart.

And then it happened.

My whole body tensed in one wave.

"Fuck...!" I gasped, just before the orgasm tore through every muscle.

My cum exploded deep inside his mouth, in sharp, relentless pulses. And he just kept going. He swallowed everything. His throat worked with each contraction, as if he were absorbing me completely.

He didn't even pull away when I was done. He ran his tongue over my head a few more times before slowly withdrawing. His mouth glistened with saliva, with warmth, with what he had just taken in.

He stood up slowly, resting his hands on my hips. He was close. I could feel his breath on my neck. He smelled of cologne and me.

He looked me in the eyes. Quietly. Confidently.

And he said

"I'm not competing with Max. But in your body... I'm not going to lose."

He didn't kiss me. He didn't hug me.

He just wiped his mouth and left.

He left me there, with a soft cock and a heart pounding like crazy.

I didn't know what that was. But I knew one thing: I wanted more.

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