I Didn’t Know He Invited His Friend Over

All characters in this story are 18+
All acts are consensual

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Yo, Daniel? You home?”

It was Wes.

I flinched.
Daniel didn’t.
His hand stayed in my hair. His cock was still out. Thick. Heavy. Inches from my mouth.

I whispered, “You gonna get that?”

Daniel didn’t even look at me.
Just muttered, “He knows to come in.”

Click.

The door opened.

Footsteps.

I scrambled to my feet. Hoodie yanked down. Face flushed. Heart hammering like I’d been caught doing something filthy—and loving it too much to stop.

Daniel? Still sprawled in the recliner. Still hard. Still smug.
Like this was normal. Like he *wanted* Wes to see.

And then—

“Holy shit,” Wes said, stepping into the room. “You weren’t joking.”

He shut the door behind him. Slowly.
Eyes dragging over me. Then Daniel. Then down at Daniel’s dick. Still out. Still hard.

“Dude,” I stammered. “What the fuck?”

Daniel smirked. “Told you I’d break him in.”

Wes raised an eyebrow. “Looks like he was begging for it.”

“I was not,” I snapped. But my voice cracked.

Daniel stood. Big. Calm.
Cock still hanging there, heavy and shameless. “You sat on my lap and grinded, Troy. Don’t play innocent now.”

Wes stepped closer. “Wait—you grinded?”

“It was a joke,” I muttered, tugging at the hem of my hoodie like that could somehow save me.

Wes chuckled. “That why your sweats are soaked?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out—
because he was already reaching for me, hand low, fingers brushing right against the front of my pants.

I gasped.
It wasn’t just contact. It was possession.

Daniel moved behind me again, just like before. Hands steady on my shoulders. “You trust me, yeah?”

I nodded. Swallowed. Voice lost somewhere in my throat.

“Say it,” he murmured.

“I trust you.”

Wes leaned in from the front. Closer than before. “You trust me too?”

His eyes locked on mine. Hot. Focused. Curious in a way that made my stomach twist.

Another nod. Slower this time.

Wes’s palm was full on me now. “Fuck. You’re hard.”

Daniel kissed the back of my neck. “And quiet.”

“You always like being told what to do?” Wes asked.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.

Daniel spoke for me. “He likes being watched.”

Wes’s breath hitched. “You serious?”

“He was on his knees before you got here.”

My whole body burned like that sentence lit a match inside me.

Wes stepped in behind again, close enough I could feel the heat of him—hard, thick, pressing through his jeans.
His hands found my waist. Slipped under my hoodie. Ran up my back like he was mapping me out.

He was breathing heavier now.

I looked down—
Daniel was stroking himself slowly. Like he was enjoying the show. Like this was all part of his plan.

“Get back down,” he said.

My knees hit the carpet before I could think.

Wes moved in beside him. Unzipped his jeans.
His cock flopped out—thick, flushed, heavy. No shame at all.

He let it hang there. Close enough to feel the heat of it. “You want it?”

I hesitated. Just for a second.

Daniel cupped my chin. Turned my face up. “Say it, Troy.”

My breath caught. Two pairs of eyes on me. Two cocks out. One already slick from earlier, the other hard and waiting.

“I want it,” I whispered.

Daniel didn’t move. But he smiled.

Wes’s hand slid into the back of my waistband, tugging my sweats lower inch by inch.
I shivered. My hips twitched. My mind blurred at the edges.

Daniel leaned down. Voice low. Dangerous. “You think you can take two at a time?”

I blinked up at them.

Wes pressed his cock lightly against my cheek. “Can you?”

I felt hands on my waist. Fingers on my scalp. Breath on my lips.

My pulse raced. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.

Daniel’s voice dropped. Like a dare.

“Show us.”