I hadn't planned on seeing this. That's exactly why it hit me harder.
I left the room to get some water, still in my shorts and T-shirt, my head full of thoughts from the past few days. The living room was lit only by the lamp beside the couch. A warm, dim light. And silence. Too quiet.
I stopped in the doorway.
Nick and Jason were standing in the middle of the living room. Completely naked. Unselfconscious, without any nervous movements. Both of them were hard, clearly aroused, throbbing. Nick was holding a measuring tape in his hand. Jason was leaning his hip against the table, chuckling to himself.
"Okay, wait," Jason said. "One more time, you didn't place it right."
Nick knelt in front of him, placed the measuring tape at the base, and slid it slowly upward, stabilizing the shaft with his fingers. Jason looked down, tense, with a slight smile.
"Six and a half inches," Nick stated. "A solid six and a half."
"Cool," Jason shrugged. "I've always said quality over quantity."
They switched places. Now Jason was measuring Nick, looking closely, almost with a scientist's curiosity.
"Okay…" he muttered. "Almost seven."
Nick burst out laughing.
"So I win."
Only then did they notice me.
Jason was the first to look up. His smile only widened. No embarrassment. No surprise.
"Oh," he said. "Matt."
Nick turned his head. He looked at me calmly, still holding the measuring tape, still hard.
"Well, well," he added. "Perfect timing."
I stood motionless. I looked at them. At their bodies. At their dicks. At how naturally they were acting, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Jason smiled wider and said casually:
"Matt… wanna join us?"
And at that moment, I knew there was no turning back.
I closed the living room door behind me. Without slamming it. Calmly. As if it were a natural continuation of the moment, not crossing another line.
"Seriously?" I asked, but I was already pulling off my T-shirt.
Nick and Jason watched me closely. No pressure. No laughter. They just watched as I took off my clothes one by one. My shorts fell to the floor. I was naked. My cock was still soft and slightly heavy. I could feel their eyes on me.
"Well..." Jason said with a smile. "I guess you need to get a little harder."
I snorted quietly.
"Then I guess we'll have to do something about that."
Nick stepped closer. Really close. I could feel the warmth of his body, the scent of his skin. His own cock was hard, clearly taut, just a few inches from my stomach. He looked me in the eyes, his voice steady.
"May I?"
I didn't ask what. I didn't need to. I nodded.
"Yes."
Nick raised his hands slowly, as if giving me time to back away. I didn't. His fingers touched my chest, moved higher, up to my nipples. Gently. Tentatively. A shiver ran through me.
"Take it easy," he said quietly.
His lips drew closer to my body. And I let him. Because I trusted him. And because I wanted to see how far this would go.
Nick didn't rush for even a second. At first, he just tilted his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth. Gently. The warmth of his lips hit me surprisingly hard. He sucked lightly, then harder, his tongue moving slowly, precisely. I felt my breath catch involuntarily.
"Fuck..." I let out quietly.
Nick smiled against my skin and moved to the other nipple. Now it was more intense. His tongue circled, his teeth brushed gently, just enough for my body to react. And it did.
I felt it clearly, a heaviness in my lower abdomen, a tension in my groin. My cock began to rise, slowly, as if waking from a sleep. Nick sensed it without looking. His hand rested on my stomach, his fingers moved downward, just above the base, but he hadn't touched me yet.
Then Jason knelt down.
He didn't say a word. He just leaned in and touched my cock with the tip of his tongue. Gently. Barely a brush. But it was enough. A shiver ran through me from the back of my neck all the way down my spine and into my thighs. Jason licked me again, more slowly, catching the first bit of precum at the tip.
"Okay..." he murmured quietly. "It's waking up."
Nick didn't stop sucking on my nipples. Rhythmically. Confidently. As if he knew exactly what he was doing. Jason worked his tongue without haste, a short movement, a pause, another. I could feel my cock getting really hard, starting to throb.
"Let's check," Jason said.
Nick reached for the measuring tape. Jason lifted himself slightly, placed it at the base of my cock, stabilizing it with his hand.
"Just over seven inches," he said calmly.
Nick looked at me with a smile.
"All right..."
Jason licked his lips and added:
"...now it'd be a shame to waste that."
Their eyes met for a second. And I stood between them, hard, tense, aware that we'd just crossed another line. And that none of us had any intention of backing down.
"Let's do this," I said in a low voice. "Let's sit down."
Jason sat down first on the couch, settling in comfortably. Nick joined him on the other side. I sat between them, so close that our thighs were touching. Three naked bodies. Three hard cocks. One shared tension between us.
For a moment, no one moved. We just breathed. I could hear their breaths on both sides. I felt the warmth of their skin. The scent of sweat and arousal.
Then Jason was the first to wrap his hand around his cock. Slowly. With a full grip. Nick did the same a second later. They looked at me. As if waiting for a signal.
I grabbed mine.
We started together. The same rhythm. Slow, controlled. Our hands slid up and down the shafts, slick with precum. Every few strokes, one of us would speed up, one would slow down, but after a moment we'd fall back in sync. As if our bodies were synchronizing on their own.
I looked at Nick, then at Jason. At how their hands were working. How their abs tensed with every movement. How their jaws clenched. Jason had his eyes closed, his head tilted back slightly. Nick was looking down, focused, breathing through his mouth.
"Fuck..." Jason muttered. "This is good."
I didn't answer. I focused on what I was feeling, on the rising tension in my balls, on the throbbing of my cock, on that moment just before losing control. My breathing quickened. I could feel I was close. And I knew they were, too.
"Now," Nick said quietly.
And that was enough.
Jason tensed up first. His hand sped up, his hips twitched. A low moan escaped his throat and he came, cum shooting onto his stomach and chest. A few seconds later, Nick tensed up completely, clenched his teeth on his lower lip, and came, a stream of semen running down his hand onto his thigh.
I couldn't hold back any longer. A few more thrusts. One deep breath. And then I came, hard, pulsing, sticky. I felt my whole body go soft, the tension finally breaking.
We sat there in silence for a moment. Three overheated bodies. Three breaths returning to normal. No one laughed. No one joked.
Because we all knew one thing:
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