Daniel Introduced Me to His Best Friend in Bed

I met Daniel at a work gathering neither of us had any intention of being at. I’d arrived with a client who canceled at the last minute, and he was driving the director around, the kind of favor you do for friends when someone needs an extra hour. We crossed paths twice before speaking, and when we did, it was as if we’d been trying to for years.

By two months, I was sleeping in his apartment more nights than in mine. By four, we’d put our clothes in the same closet without even discussing it. Daniel had that way of loving me that unraveled me: direct, no theatrics, no grand promises. He’d say, “Stay,” and I’d stay.

So when, one afternoon, we were having lunch in the kitchen and he threw out the proposal like that, between two bites, I nearly choked.

—I’ve been thinking about something —he said, spearing the rice with his fork—. Adrián came by the other day. We talked about you.

—About me?

—I told him about your birthday. What you said after a couple of drinks.

I felt the heat rising up my neck. That night, after the second whiskey, I’d confessed out loud a fantasy I’d kept to myself for years. A fantasy about two men at once, two cocks inside me at the same time, my ass opened as far as my body could take it. I’d said it laughing, thinking it would vanish into the bar’s air and be forgotten with the hangover.

—Daniel, that was a joke —I murmured.

—It wasn’t. And Adrián was interested in the idea.

Adrián.

I’d seen him three times. Lawyer, tall, early thirties, with that calm confidence men have when they know exactly what they’re worth. Daniel and he had known each other since college, a friendship that survived moves and breakups. It had never occurred to me that we might cross another line with him.

—I don’t know if I’m capable —I said.

—I’m not asking you to decide today. Just think about it. And if you’re up for it, we’ll organize it. I’ll take care of everything.

He stood up, took the plates to the sink, and came back to sit beside me. He brushed my hair back from my forehead with two fingers. He kissed me slowly, without urgency, as if he wanted to leave the decision entirely up to me.

—Trust me. If you say stop, we stop. No one’s going to force you into anything.

That night I couldn’t sleep. I imagined scenes that made my cock hard against the sheet and scenes that scared me. Fantasy, once it starts getting a name and a face, stops being just fantasy. When I stopped thinking of Adrián as an idea and started thinking about his hands, his voice, the way he laughed with his mouth closed, I knew I was going to say yes. I jerked off slowly under the sheets, imagining the two of them opening my ass at the same time, and came over my stomach, biting my lip so I wouldn’t wake Daniel.

Ten, fifteen days went by without us speaking about it again. Daniel didn’t push once. And precisely because of that, one Saturday morning after coffee, I said:

—All right. Let’s talk about Adrián.

He smiled. Not smugly, but with a strange relief, as if he’d been waiting for me for weeks without saying so.

—I’ll let you know when everything’s ready.

***

More than three weeks had passed when it happened, and I’d already decided Daniel had forgotten or Adrián had changed his mind. That Sunday I was sleeping face down, hair a mess, the sheet tangled around one leg and the other bare. It was a little after nine when I felt the mattress sink on both sides.

I opened my eyes slowly. Daniel was kneeling on the bed, completely naked, looking at me with that half-smile of his, his cock already hard and pointed at my face. And to my left, also naked, also on his knees, was Adrián, with an even thicker dick, throbbing against his belly.

—Good morning —Daniel said.

My heart thudded hard. Adrián was bigger than I remembered, broader in the shoulders, with soft hair trailing down his chest to the black patch where that huge, thick cock grew, the glans shining with a clear droplet hanging from the tip. And he was rock hard. Both of them were, waiting for me, their cocks erect on either side of my face.

—Don’t move yet —Daniel asked—. Just breathe.

Adrián took the back of my neck with one hand and brought his cock to my mouth. He ran it over my lips first, smearing my lips with the sticky precum seeping from the tip, then pressed slowly until I opened. I felt the hot weight on my tongue, the salty taste, the thick vein throbbing against my palate. I took it in with a shiver that ran all the way down my back and started sucking him, licking the head first, sliding my tongue underneath, taking him as deep as I could. Daniel positioned himself on the other side and turned my head by pulling my hair. His cock went in too, and he pushed all the way to the back until I gagged and my eyes filled with tears.

They took turns, one and then the other, pulling their cocks from my mouth dripping with saliva and shoving the other one in without giving me a break. Every time one came out, I opened my mouth waiting for the next, and they shoved them down my throat. They fucked my mouth in turns, hands on my neck, driving me against their bellies. Saliva ran in threads from the corners of my mouth, stuck to my chin, dripped onto my chest. I let them do it, obedient, dizzy, my jaw open and my throat relaxing every time either of them pushed all the way in.

—Look at me —Daniel said, and when I lifted my eyes to him he held my hair gently, his cock still halfway in my mouth—. You’re going to remember this for the rest of your life.

I believed him. Adrián slipped two fingers into my mouth alongside Daniel’s cock, opening me wider, and I started sucking both at once, licking between the cock and his fingers. Then Adrián pulled the wet fingers out and took them to my ass. I felt him trace my crack slowly, searching for my hole, and when he found it he pressed there, not going in yet, just promising it.

—Loosen up —he whispered—. We’re going to open you up good.

Adrián pulled away for a moment to go around the bed. He made me kneel at the edge, my head on the pillow and my ass lifted. I felt two hands spreading my cheeks, showing Daniel the hole they were going to share in a little while. Then a hot tongue, Daniel’s, traced me from my perineum to my hole, circling around it, pushing the tip against the ring until I moaned. He ate my ass slowly, getting filthy, spitting on it, forcing his hardened tongue farther and farther in. Adrián watched without touching me yet, propped on one knee, cock in hand, stroking it slowly, waiting his turn with a patience that made my skin prickle.

—Lube it up good —Adrián told Daniel—. I’m going first and I’m not small.

Daniel laughed and grabbed the lube. He drizzled my ass with a cold stream that made my hole clamp shut at once, then slipped in one finger, then two, working them scissor-like, opening me little by little. When three went in without resistance, he pulled them out and handed the bottle to Adrián.

—All yours.

Adrián went in first, and at first I thought I wouldn’t be able to take it. I felt the fat glans press against my hole, push, and for a second my body resisted, closing itself off. He held there, pressing, until the ring yielded and the head slid in with a sharp thrust that tore a muffled cry from me into the pillow. He was different from Daniel, thicker, and he entered with a calm that was almost worse than haste. I clenched the sheets until my knuckles turned white. I let out a long groan that he took as permission to push another centimeter. And another. And another. I felt every vein of his cock marking me from the inside, opening me millimeter by millimeter, finding places Daniel had never touched.

—Easy —Daniel murmured in my ear, stroking my back, running a hand through my sweaty hair—. You’ve got this. You’re doing great. Open up for him.

When Adrián finally sank all the way in, his balls resting against my ass, I lost my breath for a second. I felt the pulse of his cock beating inside me, the pressure filling me all the way to my stomach. He started moving slowly, pulling almost all the way out, to the edge, then driving back in with a thrust that shook my whole back. He fucked me setting a rhythm my body learned to take, and every time he bottomed out I let out a deeper, more surrendered moan. The bed began to creak under the rhythm. Adrián gripped my hips with both hands, digging his fingers in, and fucked me like he was taking something that already belonged to him.

—What a tight ass he’s got, Dani —Adrián panted—. You never told me how tight he was.

—Wait until you feel him with both —Daniel answered.

Then Daniel lay down beneath me, on his back, his hard cock pointing at the ceiling, already slick with lube. He pulled me down by the shoulders.

—Come here. Sit down.

—Daniel, no…

—Yes, you can. Slowly.

Adrián stayed still inside me, buried to the balls, while Daniel guided his cock with his hand and looked for an opening underneath, pressing the tip against the same already-filled hole. I felt Daniel’s glans push against the ring, trying to get in beside Adrián, and my body instinctively clenched in a spasm that made me protest with a moan.

—I can’t, I can’t, it won’t go in —I gasped.

—It goes in —Adrián said in my ear, holding me hard against his chest so I wouldn’t get away—. Take a deep breath. Loosen up. Let your ass go.

They tried for minutes. Five, ten, I don’t know. Daniel spit saliva over the two cocks pressed together, added more lube, pushed with patience. Every time he gained a millimeter I let out a moan that was half protest, half surrender. I felt the ring stretching, burning, the flesh of my hole impossible, opening around both cocks. And every time I said “wait,” they both waited. No one forced anything. No one got angry. Daniel kissed my neck from below while Adrián stayed still inside me, cock throbbing, letting my body adjust, like two men sharing one pulse.

Daniel’s head finally got in halfway. I felt both crowns together, squeezed inside the ring, mine stretched to the limit, burning, me groaning between their mouths. One more millimeter and I cried out. Adrián stroked my hair.

—If it doesn’t go in, it doesn’t go in —Daniel finally said, kissing my temple and slowly pulling his cock out of my inflamed hole—. Either way, we’re not leaving without finishing.

What happened after that is what I remember most clearly. Adrián pulled out, turned me onto my back, lifted my legs until my knees were almost touching my chest, and folded me over the mattress. He entered again in one smooth motion, already familiar to my body, driving his cock into me to the hilt with one blow that emptied my lungs. And he really fucked me then, without the tenderness of the beginning, battering me with the weight of his hips, his thighs slapping the backs of mine. Every thrust sounded like flesh on flesh, and I took it with an animal moan, my own cock hard and dripping against my belly, bouncing with every slam.

Daniel knelt beside me and turned my face toward him, taking my mouth again. I sucked him down greedily, tasting the cock that tasted like my own ass, while Adrián destroyed me below. I looked Daniel in the eyes, mouth open and full, and felt Adrián moving harder and harder, faster and faster, until Adrián let out a roar and drove in to the balls, unloading inside. I felt the hot spurts throbbing deep in me, one after another, while he trembled over me with his mouth open.

Almost at the same time Daniel yanked his cock out of my mouth, grabbed his dick with his hand, and started stroking it over my face. He came in jets over my neck, my chest, my jaw, thick hot ropes landing on me one after another, while I opened my mouth to catch whatever I could. And in the middle of it, with Adrián still buried and unloading inside me and Daniel coming over me, I stroked my cock twice and came too, splattering my own stomach, clamping my ass around Adrián’s cock in spasms that tore another moan out of him.

The three of us lay there, panting, with semen dripping down my neck and chest, my ass open and leaking Adrián’s cum, laughing without really knowing why. Daniel kissed my temple. Adrián slapped my sticky thigh. For a moment I thought life could be exactly like this, this simple.

***

The doorbell rang twice before any of us reacted.

It was the building superintendent. Behind him was the landlord, an older woman Daniel had been renting from for years. Someone in the next apartment had called to complain. And the landlord, who knew nothing about Daniel’s life and even less about mine, found three half-dressed men in a bedroom that smelled like what it smelled like.

The scandal wasn’t the stuff of a novel, but it was enough. Low-voiced insults, threats of eviction, calls to Daniel’s family, who lived two hundred kilometers away and showed up the next day with funeral faces. Adrián, faithful to his title as a lawyer, tried to mediate. There was no possible mediation. Daniel had until the end of the month to leave.

The most absurd part of all was that he’d already had a backup plan for months. An uncle of his had written from Galicia offering him work in a family company. Daniel had always turned it down because he didn’t want to leave my side. That night, sitting together on the sofa in the half-empty living room, he told me there wasn’t much left to decide.

—Come with me.

—Daniel.

—Come with me.

—I can’t. Not yet.

And the two of us knew exactly what “not yet” really meant.

***

We saw him off at the airport on a Thursday at six in the morning. Adrián drove. I was in the passenger seat, not speaking, watching the city wake up through the fogged-up window. Daniel was in back, holding two suitcases and a framed photo of the two of us from last summer.

Before going through security, he gave me an envelope.

—In case you need it.

—I don’t want your money, Daniel.

—It’s not money. It’s so you can move if you decide to come. And if not, so you can move anyway.

He hugged me for a long time, no theatrics. He kissed my temple and my mouth, not caring who was watching. Then it was his back moving away, his shoulders lowering with each step, the first glass barrier he crossed, then the second, and he was gone.

Adrián was waiting for me leaning against the car hood. When he saw me come out alone, he didn’t ask anything. He just opened the door and waited for me to get in.

We went back home, which was no longer home. There were half-packed boxes left, clothes of Daniel’s he hadn’t been able to take, a couple of my mugs I’d forgotten in his kitchen and now belonged to me by default. I sat on the living room floor without saying a word. Adrián sat beside me.

—Do you want me to go? —he asked.

—No.

He put a hand on the back of my neck, exactly as he had that morning. Only this time there was no rush and no play. He gently pulled me toward his shoulder and let me cry everything I needed to cry, without interrupting me. He didn’t ask if I was okay. He didn’t offer any canned phrases. He just stayed.

When I stopped, it was no longer so early and the light was coming through the window differently. Adrián lifted my face with two fingers. He looked at me for a long moment. And he kissed me very slowly, as if he were asking me, as if he were giving me the chance to pull away.

I didn’t pull away.

What happened that afternoon didn’t resemble the threesome that morning. There was no rush, no audience, no one waiting their turn. There were two men in the middle of a move, one of them broken, the other trying to put him back together with his hands. Adrián carried me to the unmade bed and undressed me slowly, piece by piece, kissing my skin as it was exposed. He licked my neck, my chest, sucked my nipples until they were hard, went down my stomach tracing my hair with his tongue until he took my whole cock in his mouth, and there he sucked me slowly, without hurry, pulling back until the tip rested on his lips and swallowing me again to the hilt.

Then he came up, kissed the taste of my own cock from my mouth, and spread my legs with his knees. No hurry, no pounding like that morning. He slid his cock into me slowly, looking me in the eyes the whole time, stopping every few thrusts to kiss me, to ask without words if I was still there. We fucked like that for an hour, barely speaking, him on top moving slow and deep, my legs crossed over his back, our foreheads pressed together. When he came, he did it inside, almost silently, pinning me against the mattress, and I came after him, between our bellies, without even touching my cock.

Then he fell asleep beside me, half-dressed, one arm across my chest.

Daniel sent a message at one in the morning. “I got there okay.” I replied, “Let me know when you’re settled,” and put the phone away.

I stared at the ceiling for a long time. Adrián was breathing against my ear. I thought about how strange it was to lose one man and find another on the same day, and how life always manages not to leave you completely empty.

Life goes on. Life goes on in the strangest ways.