Anal Between Friends Doesn't Count As Sex 05

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Chapter 5: Household Hole

Michael stood in the doorway, wearing boxer briefs, his expression unreadable, especially in the dim light. Rhys froze, halfway between guilt and panic, while I sat there on the edge of the bed, caught in the middle like a deer in headlights. I was afraid that I had ruined something between them, whatever unspoken dynamics that occur between two guys who spend their whole lives across the hall from each other. For a second, nobody said anything. I felt my hair raise in the storm, the silence before the thunder.

Michael’s eyes flicked from me to his brother and back again. I waited for him to yell, or freak out in some way. At minimum I thought he would yell at his Rhys and throw something at him. But instead he just stepped forward, slowly walking toward us, as a floorboard creaked under his weight. Then he whispered, quietly.

“Didn’t think I’d walk in on this,” he said.

Rhys stammered, “I—I didn’t mean—”

Michael cut him off with a half smile. “You’re good dude. You think I can’t share friends?”

“You’re not mad?” Rhys asked meekly.

“It doesn’t count,” he said, and I was pretty sure he winked at him.

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. There was no anger in his voice, just some slowly escalating energy.

Michael asked him, “What did you think?”

Rhys looked down, face red, the guilt obvious. “It was awesome.”

Michael glanced at me, then whipped down his boxer briefs, the silhouette of his big hog commanding the room. “Let me show you how to use him,” he said, talking to Rhys but looking at me.

That threw me off. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stayed still, breathing unevenly, as he reached for my body and pressed me onto my back. He leaned forward and started kissing me. I closed my eyes and fell into it. I still hadn’t cum, and I was horny as hell, quickly getting lost in the moment again, especially with the approval of both big dicks in the room. 

Then he turned to Rhys again. “You want in? Then be in.”

Rhys grabbed my head and started making out with me, while Michael’s hand stayed on my neck. I literally felt the tension of them both pulling me in different directions.

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Michael moved with the same easy confidence I’d come to know. He didn’t speak, just guided me where he wanted me, the sound of breathing and grunts from all three of us filling the room. It wasn’t angry or rough, just confident control from Michael and Rhys following his lead, while I was in the middle. Rhys was more hesitant at first, clearly torn between embarrassment of taboo and fascination with whatever was happening.

Michael glanced at him over my shoulder. “You standing there all night?” he asked.

Rhys swallowed hard. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“If I wasn’t, I’d have left,” Michael said flatly. Then, quieter, “You wanted in, right? Come on.”

Rhys hesitated for a second, then joined us fully, pushing his body into the fold. The position was awkward at first, but he suddenly seemed eager to prove himself. The three of us fell into a strange rhythm of our bodies rubbing up and down, with me sandwiched between them. I wasn't even sure what was going to happen, until Michael pulled out the bottle of lube he had snuck in with him, and lined up with my hole.

Rhys' eyes went wide, his dick throbbing in the air next to my face. "You're really doing that?"

Michael didn't answer, just pushed into me. He kept a steady hand on my shoulder, pulling me into him as he developed a rhythm. Rhys rubbed himself near my mouth, until I leaned up and licked him, making him drop his shaft onto my face, letting me rub my tongue along his length until he shoved it inside my mouth yet again.

Amid the chaos, while Rhys was stuffed in my mouth, Michael pounded me from behind, and his hand found mine and squeezed once, like it was his quiet way of asking if I was okay. I squeezed back, grounding myself in that tiny connection. It was all the reassurance I needed, but then he did something wild.

He squirted on an extra helping of lube, and grabbed Rhys by the hand on the back of my head, interrupting his rough face-fucking. “Let’s stuff him at the same time.”

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He moved me, even more effortlessly than normal, until my red, trembling ass was hovering above Rhys' dick. I followed my instincts and lowered myself down, slightly easy after having taken Michael yet again.

Rhys exhaled slowly as I sank onto him, letting him fill me. I barely got to the base when Michael pressed me gently forward, like a suggestion.

"Just go slow," was all I said as I leaned into Rhys' face, while Michael did what he had promised, and started to press against my hole, next to Rhys' dong. I immediately felt like it was too much, but he paused repeatedly, pulling out again. When I was finally braced and ready for it to just get started, I turned back to him. "Just keep going."

As they found a rhythm inside me, one of them would set the pace while the other waited, then they traded momentum, until they were doing me at the same time, just at different tempos. Pressure built inside me in waves. It felt new, and huge, and honestly insane, but my body adjusted one breath at a time. Heat rolled up my back as I rubbed my own cock, easing myself into the idea that they had both taken to so quickly. On the receiving end, I was in a completely different world than them, but I started to love it. My fingers dug into the sheet and Rhys' shoulders. I could feel both of them so uniquely, the magic of the moment filling me up as much as their dicks were.

“Breathe,” Michael whispered in my ear, calm like a coach.

“I am,” I said, even though my voice shook. Rhys laughed softly, nervous and excited at the same time.

They fell into different rhythms, that would occasionally sync up. When one moved, the other eased. When one slowed, the other pressed. It wasn’t perfect, but it clicked enough that the shock turned into a rush. My head tipped back on instinct whenever Michael pressed in all the way, stretching me to my max. I started leaning into it.

When Michael leaned forward, pressing me into Rhys, their breaths hit both ears, one on the left, one on the right, getting louder as the tempo picked up. The room disappearead around us as we writhed in heat and the grip of hands on hips. I found myself wondering who would finish first. 

Suddenly Michael pushed in, just a little too far, and froze. I could tell it was his usual routine of trying not to finish too quickly, but the dynamics were different tonight. 

Rhys kept thrusting. 

Lost in the sensations of fucking me from underneath, he just kept pushing upward while his face was buried in my neck, his hot breath adding even more moisture to the sweat and saliva on my neck. 

“Shit,” Michael muttered. He started pulsing, making no effort to pull out. He was past the point of no return already. 

“Dude,” he said, looking at Rhys. “You're making me cum.”

Rhys just smiled, like an excited schoolboy, and kept thrusting up into me. Michael stayed hard as a rock as his load started to leak around the base of Rhys’ own thrusting rod, dripping down all of our bodies. In a minute, he was filling me too, the look in his eye telling me this was a life changing moment for him.

Michael called me a “sloppy hole" as he pulled out of me, letting cum leak down to Rhys' balls. “Better than pussy,” he added a moment later.

“How would you know?” Rhys quipped at Michael.

“At least I’ve fingered a girl!” he whispered loudly, making all of us laugh. I couldn't believe that even in this moment they were still in their typical competitive natures. I guess some things don’t change.

When Rhys finished his last drops inside my sore hole and pulled out, I dropped onto the bed, finally ready to rest, and turned slightly to face Michael. “So what’s going on with Emma?”

He gave a small grimace. “We actually broke up yesterday.”

My eyes went wide. “That was sudden.”

“It just wasn’t working for me.”

“Things were so good last weekend though.”

“No they weren’t.”

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine, his voice barely audible. “At least I have you."

He pressed a light kiss on me, half missing my lips in the dark and the tiredness of a sexually gratified male.

I closed my eyes and exhaled, my body still tingling from everything that had happened to it. Rhys stretched out on the bed beside us, half-asleep. Michael stayed close, his presence feeling grounding as he kept an arm around me. 

The house was quiet outside the room. My mind was full of noise.

Whatever was going on now, it definitely counted for something.