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Have you ever met someone once or twice and kicked it off right away?
No?
Well, this was the case for Nicholas and Maki. They've just met a couple of times, and poof, they're besties!
And not just casual besties. But the real kind. The ones who show up at each other’s place without knocking, raid the fridge, and roast each other until one of them is wheezing on the floor.
They met at university. Nicholas was already a senior, the guy everyone in the music building knew for shredding guitar. Maki rolled in as a freshman—over six feet, platinum blond, well-built—and stole the mic at auditions without even trying.
Nicholas had been sitting off to the side, guitar in his lap, when Maki opened his mouth and sang. The whole room shut up, and so did Nicholas. Maki sounded like a rock angel with strong ass pipes.
One thing led to another, and Maki became the band's vocalist.
Fast forward to years of late-night practices, cheap beer, half-finished lyrics, and arguments that somehow always ended in them cracking up. Nicholas graduated but kept showing up for band stuff anyway. Maki was a junior now, studying music and songwriting.
They did everything together all throughout. Basketball pickup games where Maki dominated the paint, and Nicholas drained threes. Harmless gaming sessions that turned into all-nighters. Obsessing over motorbikes they couldn’t afford yet. Scrolling through Instagram thirst traps. Typical bro shit.
And speaking of thirst traps. Nicho had one of his own, Rua.
Rua had been in the picture from the beginning. She has been Nicholas’s girlfriend since college. A five-foot-four Japanese firecracker, though innocent-looking, and she's simply hot. For lack of better terminology.
Happy-go-lucky didn’t even cover it. Rua was down for anything, and she proved it daily. She knew Maki from day one and actually liked him. Not the polite “he’s Nicho’s friend” like. She legit liked him. Teased him more than anyone else, stole his fries, called him out when he got too quiet. The three of them, plus the rest of the crew, hung out constantly, but Rua always lit up a little extra when Maki walked in.
Maki and Nicholas were bros, full stop. Gym four times a week. Nicholas stayed lean and defined, 5'11" of smooth Taiwanese lines and that easy blonde wolf-cut he never had to work for.
On the other hand, Maki looked like he’d been engineered in a lab—broad German-Japanese shoulders, thick guns, pecs you could bounce quarters off. They joked about it constantly.
“Jeez, you should start wearin' a bra or sumthin', dude,” Nicholas said one time, spotting him on bench press.
Maki racked the bar and grinned. “Jealous your Taiwanese parts don’t come with the same horsepower?” and made his pec jump with a chuckle.
They both cracked up. It was an old bit.
Maki was mega hot. Yes. It's an actual fact. Nevertheless, he wasn’t exactly drowning in action. He’d had spontaneous hookups, a couple of short-term girlfriends, but nothing stuck. Nicholas put it bluntly one night: “Bro, you’re too much in the sack.” Maki had groaned and given him the finger, but they all knew the truth. Heck, their entire circle did.
What truth is that you may ask?
To put it in simple terms. The guy was packing a straight-up python. Or, as their mates call it, the German sausage that turned every “yeah, I can take it” into a quick “never mind” once clothes came off.
Inside jokes flew at every hangout.
— Just like tonight.
They were at Nicholas and Rua’s apartment, the nice one Rua’s family helped with. Takeout boxes everywhere, NBA on low in the background, music bumping from the speaker. The whole crew was there: Yuma, Fuma, Taki, and a couple of others. Soju flowing. The usual noise.
And somehow, the conversation slid into relationships and bedroom horror shenanigans.
“Women these days want vanilla sex and a bedtime story,” Yuma complained, sprawled on the floor. “Lights off, eyes shut, mission accomplished in ten minutes.”
“Boring as hell, I tell ya.” Fuma seconds Yuma's claims. "Plus, women are so picky. They don't want it too big or too small. Like, what the heck is the right size?! Pshh."
Taki pointed at Maki. “Explains why you’re on a dry spell again. German sausage strikes once more.”
"Yeah, thanks for stating the obvious, genius," Maki dropped his head back against the couch and laughed, ears already pink. “You guys suck.”
“It’s a curse, man. A lot of girls want to experience a monster dick until they actually get one," Nicholas chimed in. "Sounds good on paper, but then it’s ‘please don’t rearrange my organs.’”
Rua, tucked against Nicholas’s side on the couch, snorted. “Most girls still want their cervix intact, babe.”
Maki shot her a betrayed look. “Not you too.”
"Why?" She just smiled, all innocent. “I’m supportive of your struggle.”
The room lost it.
Then Yuma turned on Nicholas. “Alright, enough about the German problem. What about you, Nicho? Rua, be real—how’s he in bed?”
Nicholas grumbled. “Don’t.”
Rua took her sweet time, stealing a fry, chewing slowly while everyone waited. Nicholas’s ears went red.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” she said. Then added, casual as anything, “But let’s just say Nicho’s blessed down south. And he knows exactly how to use it.”
The guys erupted. Slaps to the shoulder, cheers, Fuma and Yuma shoving Nicholas. Nicholas tried to play it cool, but couldn’t stop the stupid grin.
He pulled Rua closer. “Rua’s the best, though. For real. Generous. Adventurous. She’s down for anything.”
The word hung there a second.
Yuma raised an eyebrow. “Anything?”
Nicholas just smiled—slow, knowing. Rua bit her lip like she was fighting a laugh. Maki caught the look between them and felt something shift in his chest. Anything.
The conversation rolled on. More basketball talk, more underground artists, more dumb political debates. But that word kept looping in Maki’s head. Nicholas and Rua kept exchanging these little glances, the kind that said they had private jokes the rest of the group would never get.
One by one, the guys started peeling off. Loud goodbyes, half-hugs at the door, someone yelling about next weekend’s game. Taki was the last out, pointing at Maki on his way.
“Good luck with the curse, bro, or else your unused balls will drop off.”
"Ha ha, funny," Maki flipped him off.
The door clicked shut.
The apartment went quiet. Nicholas stretched, shirt riding up enough to show the lean cut of his stomach. Rua says she'll wash up while scrolling through her phone. Maki stayed right where he was on the floor, back against the couch, bottle still in his hand.
Nicholas glanced over. “You heading out?”
Maki almost said 'yeah.'
Then that word slid through his brain again.
Anything.
So when the guys left, only Maki stayed.
"Nah, I'mma chill here for a bit. If that's okay."
"Tots."
•
Maki and Nicho were cleaning up, talking in the kitchen.
Takeout boxes stacked on the counter. Empty bottles lined the sink. Rua had bailed 5 minutes earlier with a yawn and a “Night, boys—don’t burn the place down,” leaving the two of them to handle the mess.
Maki rinsed another plate and handed it over. Nicho dried it without looking, still chuckling about Fuma's latest dating disaster. The conversation bounced easy—band stuff, the challenges of collegiate life, Yuma's dramatic rant about vanilla sex. Then it tapered off.
Quiet settled between them.
Nicho caught Maki wiping the same glass twice. He knew that look. Maki’s shoulders sat a little higher than usual, platinum hair falling forward like it could hide whatever was spinning in his head.
Nicho tossed the towel over his shoulder. “Okay. Out with it.”
“Huh?”
“What’s bothering you?”
“Nothing’s bothering me.”
“Bullshit.” Nicho leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “You’ve been off since the guys left. Spill.”
Maki set the glass down harder than he intended, ran a hand through his hair, then let it drop. “It’s stupid.”
“Try me.”
Another beat of silence. The fridge whirred low in the background.
Maki exhaled. “When you said Rua’s adventurous…what exactly did you mean?”
Nicho’s brows lifted. He waited, letting the question sit.
Maki kept his eyes on the counter. “Everyone keeps roasting me about the German sausage thing. Like, it’s hilarious that I can’t find someone who’ll actually-ya know...So yeah. When you dropped that line, I got curious. Sue me.”
Nicho studied him. Maki looked embarrassed but not ashamed—just worn out from the same old jokes. Nicho scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t usually talk about this shit.”
“I know.”
“Especially not about Rua.”
Maki met his eyes. “Forget it, then.”
“No.” Nicho shrugged. “You’re my best friend. Limited gossip pass. Don’t abuse it.”
Maki’s mouth twitched. “I’ll behave.”
“Liar.” Nicho grabbed a water bottle, took a slow sip. “Fine. Start mild. Rua’s into foreplay. Heavy on it.”
Maki waited, attention locked.
“Like sensory stuff,” Nicho continued. “Blindfolds. Ice cubes. Feathers across the skin. Teasing until you’re losing it.”
Maki let out a low chuckle. “That’s straight Fifty Shades.”
“Rua loves that book. Pretends she doesn’t, but she does.”
“Cool that she wants to experiment,” Maki said. “Most people just talk big, then chicken out.”
“Yeah, I’m lucky. She keeps it fun.”
He paused, drying his hands again even though they were already dry.
Maki caught it. “There’s more?”
Nicho glanced toward the hallway where the bedroom door sat cracked. “Yeah. Lots more.”
“Like what?” Maki was all ears.
Nicho felt the shift in the air. Maki hadn’t been laid in months - he knew that much.
“We watch porn together sometimes,” he said, rougher now. “Then try whatever’s on screen. Positions, mostly.”
Maki’s grip tightened on the edge of the counter. “What positions?”
Nicho’s ears heated. “Standing. Against the wall. Bent her over the window once - curtains open. She got off on the idea someone might see.”
Maki blew out a breath. “Fuck.”
“Yeah.” Nicho’s gaze flicked down. Maki’s pants sat tight across his front now, the outline obvious. Nicho felt his own cock twinge in response, thickening against his thigh. He veered, cupping himself just to ease the pressure.
Maki noticed. His eyes dipped, then snapped back up. “Shit~sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Nicho said, tone tighter. “We’re talking about sex.”
Maki nodded, but his hand drifted lower too, pressing the heel of his palm against the massive swell in his pants. The kitchen felt smaller.
Nicho kept going because stopping felt impossible now. “There were a couple of nights we got stupid horny. Rua wanted to peg me.”
Maki’s head jerked up. “She what?”
“Pegged me.” Nicho lifted one shoulder, trying for casual, even though his face burned. “Strap-on. Full thing.”
Maki was not disgusted - just stunned. “I never pictured you letting someone do that. You’re… you.”
Nicho laughed, short. “Getting fucked doesn’t make me less of a guy, bro.”
“I know. I just—damn.” Maki dragged a hand over his mouth. “You actually liked it?”
Nicho hesitated, then affirmed. “Yeah. Took a ton of lube the first time. Felt weird. But after? Good. Really good...She’s done it a few times now. I ask for it sometimes.”
Maki’s bulge strained harder under his zipper. He didn’t bother hiding the adjustment this time.
“She gives me what I want, too," Nicho’s Adam's apple bobbled. "Like edging. I love it when she ties me up, jerks me off, sucks me—then stops right before I blow. Over and over. An hour sometimes. Until I’m shaking and begging. Then she lets me finish on her face.”
Maki’s breath hitched audibly. His cock looked obscene now, stout and obvious, pushing the fabric to its limit. “Jesus, Nicho.”
Nicho’s own dick throbbed in the confines of his shorts. He palmed it again, slower. “Yeah.”
“How big was the strap?”
“How big was what?”
“The dildo she used on you.”
Nicho huffed a laugh, surprised. “Around six inches, I think.”
Maki’s eyes stayed locked on him, curious, not impressed. Nicho felt the brag slip out anyway. “I’m bigger. At least by an inch. Girth is close, though.”
He expected a whistle or a joke about his Taiwanese sausage. Maki just looked thoughtful, almost distant.
Nicho’s smirk faded. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Maki contemplates, jawline clenched.
“Do you enjoy it? Being pegged.”
The question landed heavier than anything else tonight. Nicho assumed Maki would stay on his penis size, keep it at a surface level. This cut deeper.
He met Maki’s eyes. “Yeah. I do.”
Silence. Charged.
Maki goggled at the floor like he was deciphering something. Nicho watched the way his friend’s shoulders rose and fell, the high tent in his pants still rock-hard. There was evident tension now.
“It’s, um, it's late,” Nicho pushed off the counter and headed for the hall closet. “Crash here. Uber tomorrow or I’ll drive you back to your condo.”
Maki stayed quiet a second longer. “Okay.”
Nicho took a pillow and blanket out and tossed them onto the couch. He didn’t ask what was really spinning in Maki’s mind. Not tonight.
Maki walked over and sat on the couch. Nicho stood there a beat, pulse still racing from everything they’d just said out loud.
“Night, bro,” he muttered.
Maki looked at him. Their eyes held one second too long.
“Night.”
Nicho pivoted toward the bedroom hallway. He could not wait to be with Rua after his riveting conversation with Maki.
•
When Nicho entered their bedroom, he saw Rua on her laptop.
She sat propped against the pillows in nothing but her lace panties and his oversized dress shirt, one knee bent, screen glow lighting her face. Nicho paused in the doorway, glad she wasn’t asleep yet. He crossed the room without a word, climbed onto the bed, and caught her ankle.
Rua glanced at him. “What’s this?”
He kissed the top of her foot, then her shin, then the soft inside of her knee. His hands slid up, lifting the shirt higher so he could press open-mouthed kisses along her thigh, her hip, the warm dip of her waist. He kept going, mouth brushing under the curve of her breast.
Rua let out a soft giggle and shut the laptop. “Okay, spill. What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?"
Their faces hovered close now. Nicho brushed his nose against hers. “Maki and I had a fun chat in the kitchen while we cleaned up.”
“Fun how?” Her fingers slid into his hair.
“Dirty-fun.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “He asked what I meant when I said you’re adventurous.”
“Course he did.”
Nicho kept his mouth moving down her neck. “Told him about the foreplay stuff. Blindfolds, ice, that feather you like.”
“Mmm.”
“Porn we watch together. Positions we’ve tried from it.”
“Which ones?”
“The window.” His teeth grazed her collarbone. “And… I might’ve mentioned the pegging.”
Rua drew back to look at him. “You told Maki I peg you?”
“He asked what else we do. It came out.”
She laughed under her breath, tilting her head so he could keep kissing. “What did he think of all that?”
Nicho hummed against her skin. “Got him worked up. Poor guy hasn’t had any in months. Bet he’s in the bathroom right now rubbing one out.”
Rua’s fingers tightened in his hair. “He’s still here?”
“Yeah.” Nicho kissed lower, along her collarbones. “I feel bad for him. Dude’s good-looking, but cursed with that giant German sausage. Maybe he just needs someone down to actually take it.”
Rua went quiet. Then, nonchalant as anything, “Why don’t we?”
Nicho halts mid-kiss. He lifted his head, brows furrowed.
“Why don’t we what?”
She shuffled up properly, shirt slipping off one shoulder, and cradled his face in both hands. “Listen. Maki’s been your ride-or-die for years. He’s been there for us through everything—band shit, the almost breakups, drunk nights, all of it. We’re open. We’re adventurous. He’s not some stranger. And I want to try a lot of things in the bedroom.”
“Wait. Are you saying you want a threesome with Maki?”
“Yeah.” Rua’s thumbs brushed his cheeks. “Threesome’s already on our checklist. Who’s a better candidate? He’s close to both of us. He’s nice. He’s depraved in the best way. And he’s right down the hall.”
“But won’t that be awkward? What if he’s not into it?”
“Keyword is consent, babe. He says yes, we go. He says no, we drop it and find someone else. But Maki’s perfect for this.”
“Why are you pushing it so hard?" Nicho’s jaw tightened. "You attracted to him or something?”
He pouted a little, half-joking, half-not. Rua found it adorable; she smiled and tugged him closer.
“Look, you know you’re my boo. You know I love you.” Her delivery stayed steady, sure. “We both said we’d try different stuff. I’d rather bring in someone we actually know and trust than some random off the street.”
It made sense. Nicho hated how much it made sense.
“And hey, I won’t sugarcoat it. I’ve got functioning eyes," Rua prattles while playing with his hair. "Maki’s really attractive. Sweet, charming, talented, ripped, gorgeous. Inviting him has crossed my mind before. But I need you to be okay with it. Not kinda-okay. Actually okay. So… you with it?”
Nicho thought about it. The kitchen. Maki’s flushed face. That gigantic bulge he couldn’t hide. The sounds he’d probably make if—
He exhaled. “Yeah. I’m with it.”
Rua kissed him, relieved and hungry at the same time.
🚪
A minute later, the bedroom door opened. Nicho strolled into the living room. The couch was empty, blanket rumpled. The apartment sat pitch-black except for the thin glow leaking from the powder room door.
Nicho tiptoed closer. His ear near the wood. Maki’s breathing came through - gruff, uneven, the unmistakable rhythm of a hand working fast.
Fuck. Nicho’s dick jolted in his pajama pants. He hadn’t expected the sound to hit him like that. He was straight. He knew that. But the low groans, the wet strokes, how Maki tried and failed to stay quiet…it went straight to his cock.
He shook it off. Rua was waiting. So, he raised his knuckles and knocked.
“Hey, bro. Can we talk?”
A scuffle inside. “J-just a sec.”
Nicho felt a pang of guilt for cutting the guy’s alone time short. A full minute went by. He lifted his hand to knock again when the door swung open.
Maki stood there, chest still heaving, faint sweat shining on his face and neck. He wore only black boxer briefs. Nothing else.
Right, he sleeps in his underwear.
Nicho’s gaze dropped before he could stop it. Broad shoulders, thick biceps, heavy pectorals, a cut six-pack, that deep V-line arrowing down. And below it, an intimidating bulge straining the fabric.
No wonder Rua wants him.
Maki cleared his throat. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Nicho hauled his eyes back up.
“What’s up?”
“I, uh…wanted to ask you something.” Nicho started walking backward toward the bedroom. “Actually, I think Rua should be the one to ask.”
Maki followed a step or two. “Dude, I’d love to, but I’m still rocking a full erection here. Don’t you think it’s gonna be awkward?”
Nicho waved him off. “No, it’s gonna be fine, it’s—”
The bedroom door stood open now.
They both turned.
Rua lay on the bed, buck naked. The lamp cast a low, warm light across her skin. A bottle of lube sat beside her thigh. Her legs spread wide toward the doorway, one hand between them, fingers slick as she skimmed slow circles over her clit.
Maki and Nicho were dumbfounded.
Speechless.
Nicho kept his eyes on Rua, then remembered why he had invited Maki in the first place. “So, um, you down for a threesome?”
Maki gulped, gaze locked on the way Rua slid one finger down and pushed it inside her hairless pussy.
All his rational thoughts vanished. Still unable to speak, he just bobbed his head in acknowledgment.
Rua invited them inside with one lazy curl of her finger.
She didn’t rush. Didn’t cover up. Just scooted back on the bed, legs still open, eyes darting between them like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. She circled her clit once more, just to watch their mouths part.
“Hungry?” she asked, tempting and seductive.
Maki nodded like an idiot, eyes glued to her hand.
“You’ll get your turn, big boy,” she told him, drawing the words out. Then she looked at Nicho. “Come here.”
Nicho dove onto the mattress, already kissing down her body before Maki could even move. He began slowly on purpose—he loved making her wait. His nose nudged her folds, wetting the tip, then he licked a long stripe up her slit. He nibbled the soft skin, sucked one lip into his mouth, and Rua hissed, hips jerking involuntarily.
Maki stayed at the foot of the bed, one hand pressing over the penile outline in his boxer briefs. His cock strained sideways, apparent and aching.
“Looks like someone’s famished for pussy,” Rua said, breath catching as Nicho kept teasing.
Nicho lifted his head to glance at Maki, smirk sharp. “Want a taste, bro?”
“Yes. Please.”
Rua giggled. Pleased. “Then c'mere.”
She ran and scooped a finger through her folds, spreading herself open. Nicho shifted over, giving Maki room. Maki crawled closer, eyes dark, and tipped in. He breathed her in—floral—then commenced.
Unlike Nicho’s teasing, Maki went for it. He licked broad and deep, tongue flat, then sucked her clit hard. Rua’s laugh wrung into a moan so fast it surprised even her. Maki spat on two fingers, slid them inside her sopping pussy, and curled them while his mouth stayed busy.
“Fuck—okay,” Rua gasped, back arching. “This rufian doesn’t need any coaching.”
Nicho watched for a second, then clutched Rua’s face and kissed her, swallowing every sound Maki pulled out of her. She squirmed when Maki nipped at her folds.
“Give me some of that,” Nicho broke the kiss and shoved back between her legs.
He ate her out again, fingers joining Maki’s. He curled his own digits, hitting that spot he knew too well. Rua moaned louder, thighs shaking.
“She sounds like a total slut. How are you doing that, bro?”
“It’s easy. Here.”
Nicho took Maki’s hand, guided it, adjusting those thick digits at an angle inside Rua. He held Maki’s wrist, using it to fuck her deep. Rua’s moans echoed in the room.
“Just like that,” Nicho murmured right against Maki’s ear.
Maki licked her clit again. Nicho spat on her pussy, right where Maki’s tongue swirled. Their faces hovered close—tongues slurping fast, brushing each other, practically kissing over her clit. They locked eyes for a good while. Heat crackled.
Rua felt it. She nabbed Nicho’s hair. “Babe. Fuck me. I’m ready.”
Nicho withdrew, stood, and stripped. The lamp light carved across his lean muscles, his flat stomach, the sharp lines of his hips. His cock sprang free—7 rigid inches, above average, cut and proud.*
“Watch how I like to get fucked,” Rua told Maki. Breathy.
Maki’s gaze fell to Nicho’s dick. He’d heard the kitchen brag, but seeing it was different. Thick enough, long enough, already leaking at the tip.
Nicho grabbed the lube, poured an ample amount over himself, and stroked several times. He yanked Rua to the edge of the bed. She giggled at the rough pull. Nicho smiled, licked his upper lip, bit the lower one, then slapped his cock against her pussy. He lined up and pushed in—no condom, just wet heat welcoming him by slow degrees.
He fucked her gently, savoring the drag, letting Maki see every detail. How Rua’s folds clung to him, shiny and stretched.
Maki couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. His own cock pulsed painfully in his briefs, the head already poking past the waistband, precum dripping down his thigh.
But Rua grew impatient fast. “C’mon, babe. Don’t be polite. Give me the usual.”
Nicho puffed through his nose, bit his lip harder, and whipped his hips. He went from zero to a hundred in seconds, pounding deep.
“Like this? This what my slut wants?!”
“Yes—yes!” Rua cried, fingers flying to her clit, rubbing fast.
Maki leaked even more, underwear ruined. Nicho looked insane like this—lean body flexing, hips slamming, face focused. Rua sounded sinful, moans spilling out with every thrust.
They really were a hot couple.
Nicho fucked her so good she teetered right on the edge. “Don’t want to cum yet, babe. Please—please.”
Nicho pulled out quick. His cock bounced, glistening with her juices. Rua sat up, cheeks pink, and fondled her folds, eyes on Maki.
“Your turn, big boy.”
Maki scrambled. He snatched the lube, hooked his thumbs in his boxer briefs, and shoved them down in one move. His cock vaulted free—10 solid inches, girthy, veiny, angry red at the tip, curving slightly upward. It slapped on his abs with a heavy sound.*
Rua and Nicho both ogled.
“Goddamn,” Nicho muttered.
“Holy shit.” Rua couldn't believe her eyes.
Maki wasn’t just big. He was massive. Girthier than any toy Rua owned, longer than anything she’d taken. She laughed, half nervous, half thrilled. “Nic~make sure he’s all greased up. I still want to keep my cervix intact.”
It was the running joke, but right now it felt like Maki's cock could be the end of her.
Nicho wavered at the request. He’d never touched another guy’s dick. Especially not one this size. But Rua had her eyes on him, anticipating, and Maki stood there, waiting.
Nicho stepped closer. “May I?”
“Mmm-hmm. Go for it.”
Nicho poured lube into his palms, rubbed them warm, then wrapped a hand around Maki’s vascular cock. It was plump, hot, pulsing. He stroked it backhanded from base to tip, spreading the slick. Maki hissed, hips bucking.
“Yeah, bro. Get that fuckin’ dick nice and wet.”
The words came out bassy, sensual. Nicho’s own cock twitched hard. He added more lube, working both hands now because one wasn’t enough. He coated every inch, even the heavy balls, and trimmed blond pubes.
Lube dribbled everywhere.
Maki moaned openly, head tipping back. “Fuck, bro.”
Nicho huffed a laugh, grip tightening on the upstroke. More precum leaked over his fingers. “You’re so wet already.”
“Well, your hands are magic,” Maki shot back.
Rua smiled from the bed, legs still fanned out, eyeing her boyfriend prep his best friend’s huge-ass cock, like he's done it a dozen times.
“Good job, babe. Now our guest is all ready.”
•
Maki moved between Rua’s legs, cock in hand. He tapped the head against her pussy, like he was knocking, then swiped it right into her slick folds. The weight of it made her breath hitch.
“I can’t wait any longer, Maki. Give it to me.”
He lines up and ever so slowly slides in.
Even just the bulbous cockhead stretched her open. Rua moaned, clutching the bed sheets. Maki was so eager that he sank a third in before she could stop him. Her palm shot to his abs, pressing hard.
“Wait~p-please! Need a second. Your dick’s too big!"
Maki stops mid-thrust, jawline tight. He retained the part of him that was inside Rua, hips swaying in tiny, careful rolls that kept his dick hard without driving deeper. Rua keened every time he moved, face twisting, body flinching around the sheer size of him.
Nicho watched from the side, pulse hammering. He’d braced for jealousy. It never came. Instead, heat coiled low in his gut. Maki’s oversized flesh looked obscene, and how Rua's pussy stretched shiny and tight around it.
Never have I ever seen her cunt strain like that. Nicho’s dick ticked harder than it had any right to.
He positioned himself behind Maki, his chest brushing the other man’s back. “You feel how tight she is?” he murmured against Maki’s ear.
Maki hummed.
“You like how dirty this feels? Fucking your best friend’s girl?”
“Y-yeah.” Maki’s hips rolled again. Even the lightest movement created a racy, squelchy sound.
Nicho’s hand settled on Maki’s hip, guiding the rhythm. “You like how big you are compared to her tiny cunt?”
“Fuck yes...”
Nicho smiled, breath hot on Maki's neck. “She’s had enough time. Give it to her. She likes it rough.”
That was all it took.
Maki let go. He drove in with two-thirds of his length, callous and steady, rattling the bedframe. Rua’s moans turned filthy, loud, nothing like the ones she usually gave Nicho. Her tits bounced from the robust advances. Maki smacked one, then the other, leaving faint red marks.
“You sound like a dumb slut, Rua. Can’t even help it, huh?”
Nicho gripped Maki’s hips tighter and steered him deeper. “Look at that shit, bro. Look how wet you both are.”
Rua was soaked. The sound of Maki’s cock plunging in and out was profane and deafening. She rubbed her clit frantically, but Maki’s size did most of the work. Her moans climbed higher, sharper, until her walls squeezed hard. Two more thrusts and she came with a cry, squirting hard around him. The force pushed Maki’s cock right out of her pussy.
“Fuckk,” Maki groaned, clasping the base of his dick that made the veins jut as he tapped the head against her clit, rubbing through the sappy clutter as Rua kept squirting amuck.
Nicho laughed, dark and delighted, and smacked her cunt lightly. Then he slid two fingers inside her, curling and drilling fast. “Feels good getting fucked by a horse cock, doesn’t it, babe?”
Rua answered with another suggestive moan and another prolific gush.
“M-my… ass,” she managed between gasps.
Nicho blinked. “What?”
“I want it in my ass.”
She scooted back fast, yanking Nicho’s wrist off. He got the message and dropped onto the bed, back propped against the pillows. Rua spat on his cock, jerked him off quick, then sank down slowly. They both groaned as he filled her pussy again.
Still trembling from the aftershocks, Rua bent forward and presented her bleached pucker to Maki. “You take the dirty hole this time, big boy.”
Maki let out a stunned laugh. “You’re a certified freak, Rua.”
He took the bottle of lube, poured some over her hole, and worked two fingers in. Rua impatiently pushed back on his hand. Maki prepped her for a minute or two. He's not that savage.
“Fuck me, Maki. Fuck my shit hole.”
Maki spanked her so strongly that it echoed. “Fuckin' whore.”
She smiled, then her mouth fell open as he aligned and pressed in. The stretch burned. Rua cried out, loving every second of it. Maki’s cock felt thicker, longer, and deeper than anything she’d taken back there.
“Want more?”
“Yes—oh God, yes.”
They found a rhythm in no time. Nicho thrusting up into her pussy, Maki driving into her ass. They took turns, one pulling out while the other pushed in, filling her completely. Rua’s sounds became pornographic, nothing Nicho had ever pulled from her in the past.
SCHLOP.
SCHLOP.
SCHLOP.
Nicho felt it through the thin interior walls separating them. How Maki’s cock slides against his own, separated by almost nothing. The pressure, the heat, the drag... For a brief period during this combined assault, it stopped being about Rua. It became more about how Maki made him feel.
“I’m close,” Nicho gritted out. He was right there, balls tight, ready to spill.
Rua came suddenly. "Ohh, fuckkk," Her whole body locked up, walls clamping down on both cocks. She spasmed, begging, “Slow—please slow down.” Rua sounded so pitiful.
Nicho froze. Maki did too. Nicho was edged, aching, right on the brink with nowhere to go.
“Can I please fuck you, babe?” he asked, hemmed with frustration. “I need to cum so bad.”
Rua caught her breath, still shaking. “Oh, you will.” She lifted off them both, legs unsteady, and grasped the lube in a hurry. Nicho and Maki watched, expecting her to slick Nicho up again.
But no, she did the unexpected and poured it over his taint. The cool liquid dripped down to his hole. Rua slid three greased fingers in, aiming straight to his prostate.
“B-babe,” Nicho keened. His back arched. He knew this feeling—Rua had pegged him on multiple occasions—but the context made it filthy.
She scissored him open, hitting that spot constantly until his cock leaked gobs of precum onto the dips of his abs. Just when traces of white began showing at the tip, she pulled her fingers out.
“Babe!” Nicho yelled, edged for the second time.
Rua didn’t answer. She seized Maki’s still-hard cock, fisted it, and lined the fat head right against Nicho’s overly lubricated hole.
“W-what the heck?" Nicho’s eyes flew wide. "What do you think you’re doing, babe?!”
Maki looked just as startled, face red and dazed.
“I know Maki is a lot to take," Rua smiled, devilish. "But it would make me really happy to see you cum on a real cock.”
Nicho gazed at her, then at the monstrous phallus nudging his entrance, then back at Rua. “You’re joking.”
She wasn’t.
“You want to cum real bad, don’t you?” she said, sweet and merciless. “Well, this is the only way you’re cumming tonight, babe.”
Nicho’s mind spun. He felt tricked, cornered, blackmailed by his own girlfriend. Deviant thoughts crashed through his head—will I, won’t I, what the fuck is happening—but his body was screaming for release. His cock thumped in ache. He was so close it hurt.
He looked at Maki.
Maki looked back, wide-eyed, waiting.
Nicho had no choice.
He swallowed hard and nodded.
•
"D-don't use it all,” Nicho implored.
Maki hovered, slicked cock heavy in his hand. “I’ll try.”
Nicho shot him a whatdoyoumean look. “That’s not very comforting.”
Rua knelt beside them, pumping more lube down Maki’s shaft with unhurried strokes. “Breathe in, babe,” guiding the very large head right onto Nicho’s hole.
Maki pushed.
The initial breach stung. Nicho winced, a high-pitched cry slipping out as his rim stretched around the concrete appendage. Maki’s tip alone felt impossible, like it was splitting him in half. Nicho’s nails dug into the wrinkled sheets. “Jesus fucking Christ, it’s too fuckin' BIG!!”
Maki paused, breathing hard, but Rua didn’t let him stop. She leaned and kissed Nicho deep, devouring every protest, tongue sliding like she could distract him from the discomfort. While their mouths moved, she glanced at Maki and gave a small nod.
Maki sank another inch.
Nicho shook. The stretch was inhuman, his body fighting it. But underneath the sting, something else brewed—warm, insistent, better than any toy he’d ever taken. He bit down on Rua’s lip, trying to hold back the sounds, but they kept coming out anyway.
Rua broke the kiss just enough to murmur in his mouth. “You’re doing so well, babe. Making me proud. Such a trooper.”
She kissed him again, while Maki kept feeding him more. Each slow rock pushed another thick inch inside until Nicho felt utterly full, phallic veins scraping along his rectal walls, heat pulsing deep where nothing had ever reached before.
Maki grazed that spot.
Nicho’s moan broke loud and raw.
“Is that where you like it, bro?” Maki rocked his hips again, intentionally this time, dragging right over it.
Nicho’s answer came out as a string of erratic vowels.
Rua inched back, licking her lips. “Good job, Maki. That’s how he likes it. Our Nicho loves having his prostate played with.” She dipped lower, tongue tracing over one of Nicho’s nipples, then the other, while Maki built a steady rhythm. Over half his length, but it was enough—more than enough—to batter that P-spot again and again.
Nicho’s cries changed over time. Pain melted into profound ecstasy. Eyes rolled, mouth hanging open, his lean frame wriggling but pushing back instead of pulling away.
“He’s loving it,” Rua said, delighted. Her tongue cruised down his abs, lapping up the steady leak from his cock. “I’ve never seen him drip this much precum." Maybe that says something.
Maki kept fucking him in slow circles, hips rolling, sweat sliding down the crevice of his chest.
Rua looked up at him. “How does it feel to fuck a man’s ass?”
Maki’s rhythm faltered for half a second. He didn’t answer right away, just kept moving, hands gripping Nicho’s hips like he didn’t know where else to put them.
Rua wasn’t letting it go. “Does it feel like pussy, Maki?”
Maki groaned, eyes half-lidded. “No.”
Rua grinned, wicked. “Better?”
Maki hesitated for a bit, then nodded, thrusting quicker. “Yeah. Tighter.”
Nicho’s face burned red.
Rua’s grin widened. “Is my Nicho that tight?”
“Y-yeah. He’s the, ahh, tightest!”
Nicho blushed darker, scuffing against the sheets. Rua laughed softly, then took his cock into her mouth without warning—wet heat engulfing him while Maki kept pounding his ass.
The double sensation hit like a freight train. "Anghh," Nicho moaned more audibly, fucking up into Rua’s throat and impaling himself harder on Maki at the same time. Every jab drove him deeper into that long, huge fuckpipe - stretching him wider, hitting that delicate spot relentlessly.
“Fuck—ahh—bro,” Nicho gasped.
Rua pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny. “Deny it all you want, babe. But your dick says otherwise.”
She dove back down, almost deepthroating him. Nicho’s hips jerked, chasing the warmth of her gullet and Maki’s spearing length all at once. His balls drew tight. He was right there, ready to bust down her esophagus when~
UWRKK.
Rua popped off again.
“Rua!” Nicho snapped. He was about to launch into a full complaint when she ignored him completely and looked straight at Maki.
“Flip him over.”
•
"Flip me, what?!” Nicho yelped, halfway through a panic as Maki’s larger hands clamped on his waist, spinning him onto all fours on adrenaline. Face down, ass up. The mattress dipped under the shift. Nicho’s palms sank into the sheets, knees spreading on instinct.
He wasn’t shocked by the strength—Maki was built like a German Angus bull—but the speed? That hit different. It's as if Maki had been waiting for permission and finally got it.
Rua sat back against the headboard, legs flared, looking far too satisfied. “Eat this dirty pussy, babe.”
She scrunched Nicho’s hair and yanked his face right between her thighs. He went on autopilot, mouth open, tongue sliding through her soaked pussy lips. She tasted sweet, still drenched from everything that had come before. Nicho licked deeper, nose buried, sucking her clit like he needed it more than air.
Rua spread herself wider with two fingers. “Get in there.”
Behind him, Maki spat on his hole, tapped the fat head of his cock, then pushed back in. Doggy style. No warning, no slow build. Nicho’s moan vibrated straight into Rua’s cunt.
“Shittt,” he cried, the sound muffled against her.
Maki went beast mode. He fed inch after thick inch, breaking Nicho open until the burn singed. Nicho’s face smashed into Rua’s minge, nose sinking into her slit as Maki slammed forward. The slap of skin banged in all four corners of the room, excessively wet and thunderous.
“That’s it, big boy!” Rua gasped, observing them. “Fuck the shit out of my boyfriend’s cunt!!”
She flicked her swollen bean fast, gawking at the way Maki’s beefy muscles flexed every time he drove in. Nicho could barely focus on eating her anymore. All he felt was the stretch, the burn, how Maki’s cock bullied those bundles of nerves inside him.
PLAP.
PLOP.
PLAP.
PLOP.
Rua’s moans climbed. "Oh God, oh my Goddd!" She shouted out, thighs vibrating, and squirted profusely across Nicho’s face.
He tried to lick it up, tongue sloppy, but Maki hammered in him too deep that Nicho’s nose and mouth remained within her mess while his ass took a serious beating.
“You look so good getting fucked,” Rua panted, still rubbing herself.
“Ooh, baby—” Nicho bellowed in rapture as Maki’s hips lashed harder. “I’m...I'm gonna nut!”
Rua’s eyes lit up. “Cum inside him, Maki. Fill your best friend’s pussy!”
Hold up. Cum where?!
“No, Maki—wait—”
But Maki surprised him. Strong arms hooked under Nicho’s chest and yanked him upright. Back to chest. Kneeling now, Maki behind him, holding him in place against that ripped torso. Nicho couldn’t break free even if he wanted to. He didn’t. Rua watched, lips parted, one hand still toying with herself.
Maki railed him like that. Oh, he railed him good. Skin-smacking turned vile, blaring, ruthless. Nicho’s cock thwacked on his six pack, leaking nonstop. Right as Rua’s gaze lowered to the faint bulge jutting from Nicho’s belly every time Maki bottomed out.
“Fuck,” she breathed, fingers speeding up. “Look at that.”
Maki’s voice rumbled against Nicho’s ear. “You get off on this shit, Ru? Watching your boyfriend lose it on some guy's cock?”
Rua’s head fell back. “Been dreaming of it. Been wanting someone to put him in his place.”
FAP. FAP. FAP.
FAP. FAP. FAP.
"Ahhhh!!" She came again, squirming as she squirted on Nicholas' flailing erection.
Spurred, Maki forced Nicho’s head to the side.
Nicho barely had time to register it before Maki’s mouth crashed into his. The kiss was uncoordinated, desperate, tongues tangling while Maki kept fucking him deep. Nicho wailed into it, drooling, body trembling as that exceptionally long, girthy pole of flesh destroyed him from the inside.
Rua had her eyes set on the cock bulge rising from Nicho's paunch. The sight of her boyfriend—her sweet, straight, possessive boyfriend—getting owned like this pushed her over again.
"You two look so hot fucking like that. Ahh, unghh!!"
SQUIRTTT.
Nicho followed right after. No hands. He groaned loud and broken, cock pulsing untouched as ropes of pent-up cum shot across Rua’s face and tits. She abandoned her own clit, nabbed his throbbing meat, and sucked the rest down her throat while he spasmed.
“Oh fuck—fuckkk,” Nicho cried, full-body shakes ripping through him. His ass clenched tight around Maki, milking him.
Maki hissed right into his ear. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You really want me to fill this shit up, hmm?”
Nicho could only moan louder.
“God, you have no idea how good your ass feels,” Maki growled, licking the shell of his ear. His palm pressed flat over the penile bump in Nicho’s stomach. “This arse was made to be bred!”
Then Maki’s cock swelled thicker. Hot jets gushed through Nicho’s insides—dense, endless, months of backed-up load pumping deep. It was so much that it started leaking out around Maki’s crimson shaft, running down Nicho’s thighs in sludgy streaks.
Nicho nearly collapsed from overstimulation, but Maki’s muscular arms kept him upright, holding him steady while he kept propelling in, drawing out every last drop with lewd, coital suction noises.
The room reeked of a mixed bag of musky scents.
Rua stared, breasts heaving, already replaying the whole thing in her head. This was a night she’d never forget. Nicho getting wrecked by Maki’s cock for the first time—something told her neither of them would either. She was already thinking about next time.
How soon could they invite Maki back?
How much further could they push?
Nicho floated in the afterglow, ass still packed, body limp against Maki’s chest. He’d never felt anything like this. Never even dreamed of it. He’d always been the one giving in bed. A hetero for twenty-three years. No questions. No doubts.
But Maki’s monster cock had just rewritten everything in his psyche.
What the fuck am I thinking?
He was scared. Confused. Pissed at himself. Was he still straight? Or had Maki’s infamous German sausage made him gay? He didn’t know anymore. All he knew was that it felt too good. Better than anything.
He wanted more. Needed more. But the deed was done.
So, he just reveled in what he could take, and melted into Maki’s kiss again, letting the other man keep fucking him slow, riding out his high, while his stuffed ass milked every last drop.
Perhaps another threesome would help clear out his confusion, or perhaps sleeping with his hot best friend another time would give him the answers he seeks.
Maybe Rua wouldn’t mind.
But more than that—would Maki?
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