My name’s David, I’m twenty-three, and I’m bisexual—definitely leaning toward guys, but I’m cool with hooking up with women too. I’m laying it all out here, but in real life, it’s a different story: my family has no clue, only a few close friends know, and at college, I pass as straight.
I’m in my final year of college and met Carter in my first semester. I’ll be honest—my initial plan was to hook up with him. The guy’s tall, with short brown hair, piercing green eyes, and a ripped body from Muay Thai. Total eye candy. But nothing happened. I didn’t exactly make a move, but after observing him for a while, it became obvious he wasn’t into guys.
Over time, our friendship grew, and we got much closer, but it stayed just that: friendship. By our third year, my attraction turned into a full-on crush—yeah, pathetic, I know. The problem was, it was impossible not to like him. Carter’s hot, smart, chill, and caring. Girls threw themselves at him, but he only hooked up with those he saw a future with. If he didn’t feel a real connection, he wouldn’t bother. Basically, he’s the guy anyone with a brain would beg the heavens for.
Every touch, every playful shove, meant two things to me—one innocent, the other not so much. I even dialed back the joking around for a while because it was getting hard not to take his hugs and roughhousing somewhere hotter.
I was fighting myself like Gollum, except gay and way sadder.
Me: “He keeps hugging you and only play-fights when you’re alone.”
Also me: “Stop being delusional, dumbass. You’ve had straight friends who did the same shit, and you know they didn’t want anything. Some of them even had to tell you that.”
Last year, during summer break, I was scrolling Instagram and saw him tagged in a girl’s post. They were smiling, with cheesy captions: “#morethanlove #mybaby #loveyou #meandyou #foreverstartsnow #usforever #instalove #instaboyfriend.” I knew this day would come—not with that many cringey hashtags, but still. Honestly, the blow didn’t hit as hard as I expected, maybe because I was already hurting over him not wanting me. From then on, I decided to move the hell on and even got back to joking around with him.
Madison, Carter’s girlfriend, was gorgeous, sexy, cool, and outgoing. If I didn’t stand a chance before, now it was game over. But my friendship with Carter only got stronger. We were always messing around, touching, hitting up movies and concerts she wasn’t into, even double-dating with girls I was seeing. I didn’t stop liking him, but I managed to focus on the friendship—at least I wasn’t suffering as much anymore.
This summer, Carter, Madison, Camilla—a girl I was hooking up with—and some classmates went out to a bar near my apartment. The night wrapped up early. Around eleven p.m., the girl I was with went home, and it was just the three of us—me, Carter, and Madison—at my place, drinking wine and bullshitting.
Halfway through the first bottle, Madison said she should stop because she was getting too loose, and her imagination ran wild when she got like that. Carter and I weren’t even close to drunk, but Madison didn’t drink often and was already lit. Carter asked what she was imagining, and she whispered the answer in his ear. He got quiet for a while before he said:
“She wants to hook up with two guys at once.”
I just stared, not sure what to say—what if it was a joke?
“You serious with Camila?” he asked, breaking my silence.
So it wasn’t a joke.
“Nah, not at all. We’ve only hooked up twice.”
Madison just looked at me, smirking.
“You down?” Carter asked.
“You for real?” I asked, still in disbelief.
“Yeah, man. Just don’t steal my girl, and we’re good.”
“I’d never do that,” I said, locking eyes with him, not blinking. “You guys sure about this?”
“We are,” Madison said. “We’ve talked about it a lot.”
I weighed it for a few seconds. This could fuck up our friendship for good, but they seemed dead set on it.
“Alright, let’s do it.”
We sat there awkwardly for a bit, not sure how to start, until Madison climbed onto Carter’s lap and started making out with him hard. I took the cue and leaned in, offering my lips to her. Carter’s mouth was inches from mine; I could feel his breath. All I wanted to do was kiss him too.
All my effort to stop wanting Carter crumbled right there.
I wasn’t sure about the boundaries—what I could or couldn’t do—so I went slow, kissing her neck while he took her mouth. Then we both sucked her tits at the same time while fingering her clit. When I finally had the guts to look at Carter, he grinned, staring deep into my eyes.
I tried very hard not to stare at Carter once his clothes were gone. His body was unreal—tight, defined muscles from fighting, all natural because he hated gyms. His dick was average in size and thickness but fucking perfect, straight, with a pink tip and neatly trimmed pubes. It was really pleasant to look at.
I pulled off Madison’s panties and went down on her, licking and sucking while she sucked Carter off. We switched like that for ten minutes until Carter put on a condom and started fucking her doggy style.
She was all in on the fantasy, never without a dick in her pussy or mouth. Every few minutes, we’d swap, one fucking, the other getting sucked.
Carter pulled out, grabbed a glass of wine, and sat back.
“You two keep going. I’m gonna watch.”
Madison was a fucking treat—women aren’t my main thing, but she was hot as hell: firm tits, round ass, tiny waist, and a shaved pussy dripping with desire. For a few minutes, I forgot everyone else in the room, just feeling her tightness around my dick, nearly making me bust. That’s when I realized why he’d decided to just watch us for a while.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Carter jump back in, tongue-kissing her. While he alternated between kissing her and sticking his dick in her mouth, I fucked her as hard as she could take it. She was so wet it was unreal, moaning hard on my cock, which was at least two inches longer and thicker than Carter’s.
I didn’t see him move, but he did, because he was behind me, grabbing my waist to pull me out of her.
“My turn,” he said. “There’s more wine there.”
He lay down, and Madison rode and kissed him. The easiest thing to look at was her small back and big butt sliding up and down, but my eyes were glued to Carter—his naked, sweaty body, his cock glistening.
It was like someone erased her from my sight. I started jerking off; I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.
“I want both of you inside me,” Madison said.
I didn’t think twice. Before I realized it, I went behind her, spit on her ass, and tried to slide the tip in. It wouldn’t go in.
“I can’t take it,” she groaned in pain. “Try to put both in my pussy. I guess it’ll fit.”
Carter stopped moving, staying still inside her. I lowered my dick and lined it up with his. Just feeling our cocks touch made me shake with lust, and I hadn’t even pushed in yet.
It wouldn’t fit.
I grabbed lube from the nightstand and slathered my dick, rubbing some on her pussy and feeling Carter’s cock while I was at it.
Now it was too slippery—my dick kept sliding along his dick or her ass, never finding the right spot.
“Come on, David, get it in!” she said.
“It’s too damn slick. Let’s try both at once.”
Nothing.
After a few tries, when I got mine in, his slipped out. After all those attempts, I felt free to do what I’d always wanted to do: I grabbed his cock, slid it into her pussy, and pushed mine in, still holding his dick to keep it in place.
Madison let out a moan—pleasure or pain, I couldn’t tell. I stayed still, letting her adjust, but when I moved, she wasn’t the only one to moan. A very male moan accompanied hers, and it wasn’t mine.
“Feel good?” I asked.
“So good,” Madison said.
The question wasn’t really for her, but I accomplished my goal of making it look like it was.
I’d never done double vaginal before. All I could feel was Carter’s dick rubbing against mine in that tight, wet heat. I’m telling you: for guys in a DVP, the pussy’s just a supporting actor. It makes the friction between the dicks feel better, warmer, wetter, but the real sensation comes from the other cock.
Any trace of pain was gone, and she was moving harder than before. Carter was flushed red, sweat pouring down his face, clearly fighting not to cum, especially when I sped up or went deep, like he was feeling my dick more than anything.
That thought got me going.
I tested it: slowed down, going deeper, and watched him close his eyes and bite his lip every time I hit her limit. Then I sped up the pumping, and he started squirming and moaning. My cock was throbbing so hard, I had to pull out to keep from busting too soon.
Madison collapsed on the bed.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, my legs are shaky, but I’m ready for more.”
“I’ll cum if we keep going,” I said.
“Me too,” Carter added.
“Not yet,” she said. “Let’s take a break.”
The only spot left was next to Carter. I lay down and looked at him. He was staring back, smiling. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. The smiles faded, but we kept locking eyes. I either had to kiss him or say something.
“So, Madison,” I said, “what’s it like having two dicks inside you at once?”
“Amazing! I feel one on the bottom, one on the top—distinct. I thought it’d just be like a thicker dick, but it’s way better. I almost came.”
We just grinned.
“Do you guys feel each other?” she asked.
“Yeah,” we said in unison.
“Sorry, babe,” she said, “but it feels so amazing…”
“No problem,” Carter said quickly. “You were right—the main thing I feel is your pussy, just tighter. David’s dick is there, but it’s barely noticeable.”
Bullshit, I thought. Her pussy was the least of it.
Then it hit me: what if I was feeling him more because my focus was on him? What if his reactions weren’t about what I was doing with my dick?
“Come on, I want you both in me again.”
I almost bailed. I was wanting more from Carter than he could give. But I stopped acting like a whiny kid and went for the position she suggested: me on the bottom, her lying back on me, reverse cowgirl, I guess.
Now Carter was on top, doing most of the work. I felt his cock sliding against mine even more; I could feel every inch of it with every thrust.
Madison couldn’t handle that position for too long, so we switched back to regular cowgirl.
Carter lay down, Madison rode him facing him, kissing him while I fucked her from behind. Something took hold of me; I was possessed by lust and desire. I decided to go to town. If he didn’t feel what I did when I went harder, deeper, or faster, that was his problem. I was feeling it, and I’d milk every second of his cock.
Carter had his eyes closed since our dicks slid into her slick pussy. I started playing with him again: pulling out and sliding in slow, then going deep with short thrusts, then speeding up. He moaned every time I switched it up, loudest when I went deep and fast.
He opened his eyes, and I couldn’t look away. I stuck to the moves I thought he liked best—which, conveniently, got me off the most. I thrust deep, pressed my chest against Madison’s back, my face inches from his. I didn’t break eye contact, and neither did he.
It got unbearable to be that close to him before it got awkward. I returned to my original position and slowed down the thrusts. I saw his face relax immediately.
Madison turned and kissed me. I didn’t break eye contact with him. I looked at him the whole time I was kissing his girlfriend, never closing my eyes. At that moment, I didn’t give a fuck if he thought I was going too far.
“I’m gonna cum!” Madison yelled, turning her face to Carter and kissing him deeply. He closed his eyes, though. I didn’t care. I’d probably overthink it later, but at that moment, I was too close to cumming to care.
I went back to the thrusts that turned me on most, holding my nut until I saw Carter lose it, his dick pulsing with every shot in the condom. That pushed me over, and I unloaded too.
Madison screamed one last time and went limp under me. We collapsed on the bed, half-dazed.
“I need a shower,” she said after a bit. “Gotta pick up my sister from the club at three.”
I was alone with Carter on the bed, both staring at the ceiling. Madison turned on the shower. I looked at him; he felt me moving and looked back. We stared at each other, serious, way too close. I could feel his breath.
“Carter…”
He kissed me before I could say anything else.
Not a little peck or a gentle kiss—he kissed me as deeply as he’d been kissing his girlfriend moments before. I said fuck it and went for it, climbing on top of him. His hands started moving all over my back and ass.
Our hips ground together, cocks rubbing, both hard again, like we hadn’t just cum. I kissed and sucked his neck, moving to his nipples as he moaned loudly. I arched my hips enough to grab his dick, jerking him off.
When I decided it was enough, I took his cock in my mouth, giving the best blowjob I could (and I’ve always been complimented on my oral skills), swallowing him down to the balls, swirling my tongue around the tip like a passionate kiss. He writhed, clawing at my back. The condom’s lube taste was gone; it was just him, salty precum on my tongue.
He pulled me back up and kissed me hard. His fingers found my dick—clumsy at first, then steady, stroking me firm and good.
The shower stopped, and Carter pushed me off, panicked. But the water started again.
“Sorry,” he said, panting.
“My bad,” I said.
“Madison can’t know. I shouldn’t have drunk so much.”
“Chill, I won’t tell anyone. It just happened,” I said. There was nothing else I could say.
Madison came out of the bathroom, clueless, dressed in under two minutes, kissed Carter deeply, and gave me a quick peck.
“David, can you give Carter a ride? I’ve got thirty minutes to get my sister.”
“No need,” he said. “I’ll go with you now.”
“Babe, you’re all sweaty. Now that I’ve showered, I can say you two reek of sex and…manliness, also known as sweat. Shower up. David doesn’t mind, right?”
“Nope,” I said.
That was enough for Madison. She waved and left. The door slammed, and I locked it. When I got back, Carter was already in the shower. I tossed him a towel, grabbed one for myself, and hit the other bathroom.
My head was spinning. I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship. I shouldn’t have gone all in.
He was pulling on his boxers when I got back to the room.
“We good?” I asked.
“Totally.”
The drive to his place was dead quiet. When we got there, he hugged me briefly, like he always did. I avoided his eyes, and so did he. I went home, jerked off thinking about every second of that night—the kiss, his dick in my mouth—came hard, and fell asleep with Carter still in my head.
I’m in my final year of college and met Carter in my first semester. I’ll be honest—my initial plan was to hook up with him. The guy’s tall, with short brown hair, piercing green eyes, and a ripped body from Muay Thai. Total eye candy. But nothing happened. I didn’t exactly make a move, but after observing him for a while, it became obvious he wasn’t into guys.
Over time, our friendship grew, and we got much closer, but it stayed just that: friendship. By our third year, my attraction turned into a full-on crush—yeah, pathetic, I know. The problem was, it was impossible not to like him. Carter’s hot, smart, chill, and caring. Girls threw themselves at him, but he only hooked up with those he saw a future with. If he didn’t feel a real connection, he wouldn’t bother. Basically, he’s the guy anyone with a brain would beg the heavens for.
Every touch, every playful shove, meant two things to me—one innocent, the other not so much. I even dialed back the joking around for a while because it was getting hard not to take his hugs and roughhousing somewhere hotter.
I was fighting myself like Gollum, except gay and way sadder.
Me: “He keeps hugging you and only play-fights when you’re alone.”
Also me: “Stop being delusional, dumbass. You’ve had straight friends who did the same shit, and you know they didn’t want anything. Some of them even had to tell you that.”
Last year, during summer break, I was scrolling Instagram and saw him tagged in a girl’s post. They were smiling, with cheesy captions: “#morethanlove #mybaby #loveyou #meandyou #foreverstartsnow #usforever #instalove #instaboyfriend.” I knew this day would come—not with that many cringey hashtags, but still. Honestly, the blow didn’t hit as hard as I expected, maybe because I was already hurting over him not wanting me. From then on, I decided to move the hell on and even got back to joking around with him.
Madison, Carter’s girlfriend, was gorgeous, sexy, cool, and outgoing. If I didn’t stand a chance before, now it was game over. But my friendship with Carter only got stronger. We were always messing around, touching, hitting up movies and concerts she wasn’t into, even double-dating with girls I was seeing. I didn’t stop liking him, but I managed to focus on the friendship—at least I wasn’t suffering as much anymore.
This summer, Carter, Madison, Camilla—a girl I was hooking up with—and some classmates went out to a bar near my apartment. The night wrapped up early. Around eleven p.m., the girl I was with went home, and it was just the three of us—me, Carter, and Madison—at my place, drinking wine and bullshitting.
Halfway through the first bottle, Madison said she should stop because she was getting too loose, and her imagination ran wild when she got like that. Carter and I weren’t even close to drunk, but Madison didn’t drink often and was already lit. Carter asked what she was imagining, and she whispered the answer in his ear. He got quiet for a while before he said:
“She wants to hook up with two guys at once.”
I just stared, not sure what to say—what if it was a joke?
“You serious with Camila?” he asked, breaking my silence.
So it wasn’t a joke.
“Nah, not at all. We’ve only hooked up twice.”
Madison just looked at me, smirking.
“You down?” Carter asked.
“You for real?” I asked, still in disbelief.
“Yeah, man. Just don’t steal my girl, and we’re good.”
“I’d never do that,” I said, locking eyes with him, not blinking. “You guys sure about this?”
“We are,” Madison said. “We’ve talked about it a lot.”
I weighed it for a few seconds. This could fuck up our friendship for good, but they seemed dead set on it.
“Alright, let’s do it.”
We sat there awkwardly for a bit, not sure how to start, until Madison climbed onto Carter’s lap and started making out with him hard. I took the cue and leaned in, offering my lips to her. Carter’s mouth was inches from mine; I could feel his breath. All I wanted to do was kiss him too.
All my effort to stop wanting Carter crumbled right there.
I wasn’t sure about the boundaries—what I could or couldn’t do—so I went slow, kissing her neck while he took her mouth. Then we both sucked her tits at the same time while fingering her clit. When I finally had the guts to look at Carter, he grinned, staring deep into my eyes.
I tried very hard not to stare at Carter once his clothes were gone. His body was unreal—tight, defined muscles from fighting, all natural because he hated gyms. His dick was average in size and thickness but fucking perfect, straight, with a pink tip and neatly trimmed pubes. It was really pleasant to look at.
I pulled off Madison’s panties and went down on her, licking and sucking while she sucked Carter off. We switched like that for ten minutes until Carter put on a condom and started fucking her doggy style.
She was all in on the fantasy, never without a dick in her pussy or mouth. Every few minutes, we’d swap, one fucking, the other getting sucked.
Carter pulled out, grabbed a glass of wine, and sat back.
“You two keep going. I’m gonna watch.”
Madison was a fucking treat—women aren’t my main thing, but she was hot as hell: firm tits, round ass, tiny waist, and a shaved pussy dripping with desire. For a few minutes, I forgot everyone else in the room, just feeling her tightness around my dick, nearly making me bust. That’s when I realized why he’d decided to just watch us for a while.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Carter jump back in, tongue-kissing her. While he alternated between kissing her and sticking his dick in her mouth, I fucked her as hard as she could take it. She was so wet it was unreal, moaning hard on my cock, which was at least two inches longer and thicker than Carter’s.
I didn’t see him move, but he did, because he was behind me, grabbing my waist to pull me out of her.
“My turn,” he said. “There’s more wine there.”
He lay down, and Madison rode and kissed him. The easiest thing to look at was her small back and big butt sliding up and down, but my eyes were glued to Carter—his naked, sweaty body, his cock glistening.
It was like someone erased her from my sight. I started jerking off; I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.
“I want both of you inside me,” Madison said.
I didn’t think twice. Before I realized it, I went behind her, spit on her ass, and tried to slide the tip in. It wouldn’t go in.
“I can’t take it,” she groaned in pain. “Try to put both in my pussy. I guess it’ll fit.”
Carter stopped moving, staying still inside her. I lowered my dick and lined it up with his. Just feeling our cocks touch made me shake with lust, and I hadn’t even pushed in yet.
It wouldn’t fit.
I grabbed lube from the nightstand and slathered my dick, rubbing some on her pussy and feeling Carter’s cock while I was at it.
Now it was too slippery—my dick kept sliding along his dick or her ass, never finding the right spot.
“Come on, David, get it in!” she said.
“It’s too damn slick. Let’s try both at once.”
Nothing.
After a few tries, when I got mine in, his slipped out. After all those attempts, I felt free to do what I’d always wanted to do: I grabbed his cock, slid it into her pussy, and pushed mine in, still holding his dick to keep it in place.
Madison let out a moan—pleasure or pain, I couldn’t tell. I stayed still, letting her adjust, but when I moved, she wasn’t the only one to moan. A very male moan accompanied hers, and it wasn’t mine.
“Feel good?” I asked.
“So good,” Madison said.
The question wasn’t really for her, but I accomplished my goal of making it look like it was.
I’d never done double vaginal before. All I could feel was Carter’s dick rubbing against mine in that tight, wet heat. I’m telling you: for guys in a DVP, the pussy’s just a supporting actor. It makes the friction between the dicks feel better, warmer, wetter, but the real sensation comes from the other cock.
Any trace of pain was gone, and she was moving harder than before. Carter was flushed red, sweat pouring down his face, clearly fighting not to cum, especially when I sped up or went deep, like he was feeling my dick more than anything.
That thought got me going.
I tested it: slowed down, going deeper, and watched him close his eyes and bite his lip every time I hit her limit. Then I sped up the pumping, and he started squirming and moaning. My cock was throbbing so hard, I had to pull out to keep from busting too soon.
Madison collapsed on the bed.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, my legs are shaky, but I’m ready for more.”
“I’ll cum if we keep going,” I said.
“Me too,” Carter added.
“Not yet,” she said. “Let’s take a break.”
The only spot left was next to Carter. I lay down and looked at him. He was staring back, smiling. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. The smiles faded, but we kept locking eyes. I either had to kiss him or say something.
“So, Madison,” I said, “what’s it like having two dicks inside you at once?”
“Amazing! I feel one on the bottom, one on the top—distinct. I thought it’d just be like a thicker dick, but it’s way better. I almost came.”
We just grinned.
“Do you guys feel each other?” she asked.
“Yeah,” we said in unison.
“Sorry, babe,” she said, “but it feels so amazing…”
“No problem,” Carter said quickly. “You were right—the main thing I feel is your pussy, just tighter. David’s dick is there, but it’s barely noticeable.”
Bullshit, I thought. Her pussy was the least of it.
Then it hit me: what if I was feeling him more because my focus was on him? What if his reactions weren’t about what I was doing with my dick?
“Come on, I want you both in me again.”
I almost bailed. I was wanting more from Carter than he could give. But I stopped acting like a whiny kid and went for the position she suggested: me on the bottom, her lying back on me, reverse cowgirl, I guess.
Now Carter was on top, doing most of the work. I felt his cock sliding against mine even more; I could feel every inch of it with every thrust.
Madison couldn’t handle that position for too long, so we switched back to regular cowgirl.
Carter lay down, Madison rode him facing him, kissing him while I fucked her from behind. Something took hold of me; I was possessed by lust and desire. I decided to go to town. If he didn’t feel what I did when I went harder, deeper, or faster, that was his problem. I was feeling it, and I’d milk every second of his cock.
Carter had his eyes closed since our dicks slid into her slick pussy. I started playing with him again: pulling out and sliding in slow, then going deep with short thrusts, then speeding up. He moaned every time I switched it up, loudest when I went deep and fast.
He opened his eyes, and I couldn’t look away. I stuck to the moves I thought he liked best—which, conveniently, got me off the most. I thrust deep, pressed my chest against Madison’s back, my face inches from his. I didn’t break eye contact, and neither did he.
It got unbearable to be that close to him before it got awkward. I returned to my original position and slowed down the thrusts. I saw his face relax immediately.
Madison turned and kissed me. I didn’t break eye contact with him. I looked at him the whole time I was kissing his girlfriend, never closing my eyes. At that moment, I didn’t give a fuck if he thought I was going too far.
“I’m gonna cum!” Madison yelled, turning her face to Carter and kissing him deeply. He closed his eyes, though. I didn’t care. I’d probably overthink it later, but at that moment, I was too close to cumming to care.
I went back to the thrusts that turned me on most, holding my nut until I saw Carter lose it, his dick pulsing with every shot in the condom. That pushed me over, and I unloaded too.
Madison screamed one last time and went limp under me. We collapsed on the bed, half-dazed.
“I need a shower,” she said after a bit. “Gotta pick up my sister from the club at three.”
I was alone with Carter on the bed, both staring at the ceiling. Madison turned on the shower. I looked at him; he felt me moving and looked back. We stared at each other, serious, way too close. I could feel his breath.
“Carter…”
He kissed me before I could say anything else.
Not a little peck or a gentle kiss—he kissed me as deeply as he’d been kissing his girlfriend moments before. I said fuck it and went for it, climbing on top of him. His hands started moving all over my back and ass.
Our hips ground together, cocks rubbing, both hard again, like we hadn’t just cum. I kissed and sucked his neck, moving to his nipples as he moaned loudly. I arched my hips enough to grab his dick, jerking him off.
When I decided it was enough, I took his cock in my mouth, giving the best blowjob I could (and I’ve always been complimented on my oral skills), swallowing him down to the balls, swirling my tongue around the tip like a passionate kiss. He writhed, clawing at my back. The condom’s lube taste was gone; it was just him, salty precum on my tongue.
He pulled me back up and kissed me hard. His fingers found my dick—clumsy at first, then steady, stroking me firm and good.
The shower stopped, and Carter pushed me off, panicked. But the water started again.
“Sorry,” he said, panting.
“My bad,” I said.
“Madison can’t know. I shouldn’t have drunk so much.”
“Chill, I won’t tell anyone. It just happened,” I said. There was nothing else I could say.
Madison came out of the bathroom, clueless, dressed in under two minutes, kissed Carter deeply, and gave me a quick peck.
“David, can you give Carter a ride? I’ve got thirty minutes to get my sister.”
“No need,” he said. “I’ll go with you now.”
“Babe, you’re all sweaty. Now that I’ve showered, I can say you two reek of sex and…manliness, also known as sweat. Shower up. David doesn’t mind, right?”
“Nope,” I said.
That was enough for Madison. She waved and left. The door slammed, and I locked it. When I got back, Carter was already in the shower. I tossed him a towel, grabbed one for myself, and hit the other bathroom.
My head was spinning. I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship. I shouldn’t have gone all in.
He was pulling on his boxers when I got back to the room.
“We good?” I asked.
“Totally.”
The drive to his place was dead quiet. When we got there, he hugged me briefly, like he always did. I avoided his eyes, and so did he. I went home, jerked off thinking about every second of that night—the kiss, his dick in my mouth—came hard, and fell asleep with Carter still in my head.
