Our Trusted Friend's Cock Joins Us Tonight

I still remember every detail of that Friday night like it was burned into me. Mark and I had been together eight years by then, both of us thirty, solid in our little house on the edge of town, the kind of committed couple who finished each other’s sentences and knew exactly how the other liked his coffee and his cock. Jake had been our friend longer than that—thirty-two, built like he spent every spare hour in the gym, thick arms and a chest that filled out every T-shirt he owned. He crashed with us whenever he was in town for work, always the guest room, always respectful. But that weekend the air felt different from the second he dropped his duffel by the door.

We’d ordered pizza, polished off a couple bottles of wine, and ended up sprawled on the big L-shaped couch in the living room well past midnight. The only light came from the muted TV and the streetlamp leaking through the curtains. I was in the middle, bare feet tucked under me, Mark’s thigh pressed warm against mine, Jake’s solid bulk on my other side. The conversation had started loose and easy—work stories, old college bullshit—then drifted the way it sometimes does when three guys who trust each other get a little drunk and a little honest.

Mark was the one who said it first, voice low. “You know we’ve jerked off thinking about you, right?” His hand rested casually on my knee, thumb stroking. “Both of us. About you joining in.”

Jake didn’t flinch. He just turned those dark eyes on me, then on Mark, and let out a slow breath. “Fuck. I’ve thought about it too. More than I should. Watching Mark bend you over, pound that tight ass of yours while I sit there stroking. Then sliding in right after him. Feeling how wet and open you’d be.” His voice dropped even lower. “I’ve wanted to bury my cock in you for years, man. Thick as I am, I know you’d take it. I’ve pictured it enough times.”

The tension snapped tight like a wire. My cock was already half-hard in my sweats just from the words. I could feel Mark’s getting there too, the heat of it against my leg. Jake’s confession hung between us, raw and specific, and none of us looked away.