The Three of Us Ended Up at His Apartment That Night

Matías’s apartment was exactly as Andrés had imagined it: chaotic in just the right details, with posters of bands nobody listened to anymore and black-and-white photographs pinned unframed to the wall. In one corner, an old lamp cast an orange glow that mingled with that of three candles burning on the table. It smelled of sandalwood and something more earthy, a promise of what was about to happen.

Two weeks had passed since the gym locker room. What that afternoon had been looks that lasted too long and a brush of towels that none of them pretended not to notice became messages, and the messages became a concrete plan. Now the three of them were on Matías’s turf, ready to cross a line they had been circling for days.

Andrés remembered it with uncomfortable clarity. He had finished training and entered the showers just as Matías was coming out of his, his hair dripping over his shoulders and a poorly tied towel revealing the beginning of his cock against his thigh. Esteban appeared afterward, taking the bench opposite as if the place belonged to him, the bulge showing beneath his wet fabric. Nobody said much. There was no need. Their looks did all the work, and by the time Andrés tied his shoelaces, he already had both their numbers in his phone and an erection he struggled to conceal until he reached his car.

Over those two weeks, the messages grew hotter without any of them putting on the brakes. First jokes, then questions that weren’t innocent, then half-lit photos taken at odd hours: Matías’s cock hard against his abdomen, Esteban’s ass reflected in the bathroom mirror, Andrés with two fingers buried to the knuckles. The idea of the three of them getting together stopped being a fantasy written on a screen and became something concrete, with an address and a time. That night, standing before the door, Andrés felt his heart pounding in his throat before he pressed the bell.

Matías opened the door barefoot, wearing a white T-shirt that hinted at the shape of his torso and gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, with no underwear beneath them: the heavy bulge showed clearly, the shape of the glans pointing to one side. His smile was half nerve, half nerve. Andrés was wearing a fitted blue shirt and felt a tingling at the nape of his neck when he saw him. Behind him, Esteban—always imposing, a black T-shirt outlining every muscle in his chest—stepped forward and set a bottle of mezcal on the coffee table.

—Nice place —Esteban said, his deep voice reverberating through the small space. His eyes traveled up and down Matías’s body before returning to Andrés, with that intensity that always made the air grow thicker.

—Thanks. I like to think it’s… inspiring —Matías replied with a wink that made Andrés laugh. The tension between the three of them was obvious, but not uncomfortable. It was as if they knew perfectly well where everything was headed and still wanted to savor every second of the journey.

Matías poured three glasses, the golden liquid gleaming beneath the soft light.

—To nights that aren’t planned —he toasted, raising his glass.

They clinked glasses, their fingers brushing in the gesture, a brief contact that ran over Andrés’s skin like a current. They drank. The mezcal burned his throat, but less than the look they shared afterward.

It wasn’t long before words gave way to instinct. Matías was the first to move, approaching Andrés with deliberate slowness. His hands found Andrés’s hips and pulled until their bodies were only inches apart. Andrés felt Matías’s hard cock pressing against his hip through the thin fabric of the sweatpants.

—I’ve been thinking about this since the locker room —he whispered, his warm breath against Andrés’s lips—. About the way your dick showed beneath the towel. About eating you right there, against the tiles.

Before Andrés could answer, he kissed him. A slow, deep kiss that tasted of mezcal and pent-up desire. Matías’s tongue pushed its way in, wet and eager, and Andrés answered by biting his lower lip until he drew a moan from him.

Esteban didn’t hold back either. He approached Andrés from behind, his large hands sliding beneath the shirt, exploring the skin of his back before moving down to his pants and grabbing his ass with both hands, squeezing hard.

—Don’t hog all the fun, Matías —Esteban murmured hoarsely, kissing Andrés’s neck and biting the skin just below his ear. Andrés felt Esteban’s bulge rubbing against his ass, incredibly thick, moving in slow circles.

Andrés moaned, trapped between the two of them, his body responding with an urgency that made him tremble. Matías’s hands unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, his tongue tracing Andrés’s chest as the fabric fell away, while Esteban undid his belt from behind with a skill that spoke of experience. He pulled down Andrés’s pants and briefs in one tug and took his cock in his hand, squeezing it firmly, jerking him off with slow, measured strokes.

—Look how hard you are, you bastard —Esteban hissed in his ear—. You’re already leaking.

The clothes fell to the floor and Andrés stood exposed, his dick stiff against his belly, the glans glistening with pre-cum. Matías knelt before him without taking his eyes off him. His lips traced a path across Andrés’s abdomen and stopped just at the beginning of his pubic hair. Andrés’s breathing hitched when Matías, with a mischievous smile, took his cock in his hand and ran his tongue from the base to the tip, pausing to lick his frenulum with the wet edge of his tongue.

—Take all of it —Andrés gasped, burying his fingers in Matías’s hair.

Matías obeyed. He opened his mouth and swallowed it whole, down to his throat, until his nose touched Andrés’s pubis. He sucked hungrily, saliva spilling over his chin, his lips stretched and red around the hard flesh. Every time he pulled back, he left a strand of saliva hanging before devouring it again, moving his head with a rhythm that tore moans from Andrés and sent them ricocheting off the walls.

Meanwhile, Esteban took off his shirt, revealing a torso that looked sculpted. He lowered his jeans, and a thick, long cock sprang into view, its veins pronounced and its thick glans already completely hard. He pulled Matías up by the hair and kissed him fiercely, their tongues tangling as he pushed two fingers into Matías’s mouth beside his tongue, making him suck them as if they were another cock. Andrés watched, his own arousal growing at the sight, slowly masturbating himself, unable to stop.

—Come here —Esteban growled, guiding Matías toward the sofa and gently pushing him down to sit. He yanked off Matías’s sweatpants. Matías’s cock sprang free, curving upward and throbbing.

Andrés needed no further invitation. He knelt between Matías’s legs and swallowed it in one motion, pressing his tongue against the thick vein running along the underside. Matías threw his head back against the backrest and gasped, his hands gripping Andrés’s hair to set the pace. He fucked Andrés’s mouth without restraint, thrusting his hips upward until he made him gag.

—That’s it, swallow it, don’t let go —Matías moaned, his voice breaking.

Esteban, standing beside them, approached Andrés from behind and grabbed his face to turn it toward him. He pushed his cock into Andrés’s mouth without warning, and Andrés went from one to the other, sucking Matías, then Esteban, then both at once, both cocks pressed against his lips as his tongue moved from one glans to the other. Esteban spat into his mouth from above, and Andrés swallowed the spit along with both cocks, moaning like a madman.

Lost in what he was doing, Andrés felt every reaction from Matías—every tremor, every sigh—as a reward. But it wasn’t enough for any of them.

***

Esteban lifted Andrés from the floor with a decisive movement and led them toward the bedroom. The sheets, a deep red, seemed to invite them to lose themselves in them. Matías followed, his cock bouncing against his belly with every step, his gaze lit with a mixture of lust and something softer, something none of them was ready to name yet. They stripped off the rest of their clothes in a frenzy of hands and intertwining bodies, skin against skin, sweat mingling with the scent of sandalwood.

Esteban laid Andrés facedown and lifted his hips with both hands, leaving his ass raised. He spread Andrés’s cheeks with his thumbs and bent down to lick his hole without warning, his tongue hot and broad as it traced circles around it, then plunged inside with short thrusts that made Andrés writhe.

—Holy fuck —Andrés moaned into the sheet, his face buried in the mattress.

Matías climbed onto the bed beside them, grabbed Andrés by the hair, and lifted his head to put his cock in his mouth again, fucking his face with a slow rhythm while Esteban ate his ass. Andrés didn’t know where he was; all he could feel was Esteban’s tongue opening him from behind and Matías’s dick pushing into his throat from the front.

With a condom and the lubricant Matías had left on the nightstand, Esteban prepared Andrés with a patience that contrasted with the urgency in his eyes. He spread lube between Andrés’s cheeks and inserted one finger, then two, twisting them and opening him up. His fingers were expert and precise, making Andrés arch against the sheets while his moans were muffled against Matías’s cock. When he inserted a third finger, Andrés was trembling all over, his prostate struck again and again until his cock began to spill onto the sheet.

—Fuck me already, please, put it in me —he begged, his voice breaking.

Matías positioned himself behind Esteban, his hands exploring Esteban’s body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down his back until they reached his ass. He spread Esteban’s cheeks and ran his tongue over his hole while Esteban rolled on the condom.

When Esteban slid inside Andrés, slowly but relentlessly, Andrés’s world narrowed to that sensation: the heat, the fullness, the burn of the first moment yielding until it became pure pleasure. Esteban’s thick cock opened him completely, driving all the way in until his balls struck against Andrés’s ass. He stayed still for a second, then began to fuck him, thrusting firmly enough to make the bed creak and their skin slap together.

—You have such a tight ass, fuck —Esteban growled, gripping Andrés’s hips—. I’m going to fill you completely.

Matías had no intention of staying out of it. He coated his fingers and prepared Esteban with the same dedication, pushing them in to the knuckles and searching for the spot that made him moan. When he found it, Esteban let out a long gasp and pushed his ass against Matías’s hand. Matías positioned himself behind him, pressed his glans against the open hole, and slowly sank all the way in. The feeling of entering him was enough to draw a deep moan from Esteban, whose movements grew more erratic, more desperate.

They moved like a single creature, the three bodies synchronized in a raw, primal dance. Every thrust from Matías pushed Esteban a little farther into Andrés, linking them in a triple rhythm. Beneath them, Andrés clung to the sheets, his hips seeking Esteban’s rhythm while Matías set his own from behind. The bed banged against the wall, buttocks struck against hips, and their moans merged into one line of dirty, animal pleasure.

—Harder —Andrés moaned, almost drooling against the pillow—, harder, you sons of bitches.

Esteban obeyed, grabbing Andrés by the neck and pushing him against the mattress as he hammered into him with brutal thrusts. Behind him, Matías fucked him with the same fury, his left hand digging into Esteban’s hip and his right reaching out to pinch one of Andrés’s nipples. The sounds filled the room: skin rubbing, gasps, moans, the wet sloshing of lubricant and cock sliding in and out.

Andrés felt his orgasm rising from his balls like a discharge of electricity. Esteban’s cock struck his prostate with every thrust, and he didn’t need to touch himself: he came all at once, one spurt after another across the sheet, shouting Esteban’s name with his face buried in the mattress. His ass contracted around Esteban’s cock, squeezing him, and Esteban lasted only a few more seconds before coming too, groaning deeply, his thrusts turning clumsy as he emptied the condom inside him. Matías, caught up in the intensity of the moment, pulled his cock from Esteban’s ass just in time, gripped his dick, and came in spurts across Esteban’s back and ass, the hot semen sliding over his sweaty skin. He collapsed on top of him, his mouth seeking Esteban’s nape, and the three of them remained tangled in a heap of limbs and broken breaths.

They stayed like that, panting and sweating, while the world slowly returned to its proper place. But something had changed. It wasn’t only the sex, though it had been intense, almost otherworldly. There was a new softness in the way they touched one another: in the way Matías traced lazy circles over Esteban’s back, mixing his own come into the skin; in the way Andrés sought his hand and laced their fingers together; in the way Esteban kissed Andrés’s forehead with a tenderness that hadn’t been there before.

***

Hours later, deep into the early morning, they were still lying in Matías’s bed, the sheets rumpled around them. They had sought each other again, this time more slowly, exploring every inch of one another with a reverence that spoke of something beyond desire. Matías took Andrés from the side, their legs intertwined, sliding inside him with a soft, deep thrust that made them both moan with every movement. He nipped at Andrés’s shoulder while slowly fucking his ass, one hand wrapped around his cock and jerking him off in time with the thrusts. Esteban watched them from the other side of the bed, masturbating unhurriedly, occasionally moving closer to put his cock in Andrés’s mouth or press himself against Matías from behind and rub his dick between Matías’s cheeks. When Matías came inside Andrés, his hand covered in Andrés’s come, Esteban leaned over to lick his fingers one by one.

Then Andrés returned the favor to Matías. He put him on his back, raised his legs against his chest, and fucked him while looking into his eyes, his cock sliding in and out with an almost reverent slowness as Esteban, kneeling beside Matías’s head, sucked him and stroked his hair. Their bodies moved in a rhythm that was almost a conversation, a wordless confession. Andrés came inside him without a condom this time, feeling the semen run out of Matías when he finally pulled his cock free, and Esteban bent down to lick the white trail running down Matías’s thigh before coming over both pressed-together bellies.

As dawn appeared at the window, they spoke in whispers. Matías, his head resting on Esteban’s chest, said:

—I don’t know what this is, but… I don’t want it to end.

Andrés, lying on the other side with one leg tangled with Matías’s, nodded.

—Me neither. It’s… different. It’s more.

Esteban, always the most reserved, looked at them both, his brown eyes softened by something he didn’t know how to name.

—I’ve never felt this with anyone —he admitted, his voice low but firm—. With you two… it’s as if we fit together.

The words floated between them, heavy and liberating at once. It wasn’t only desire, though that still burned beneath it all. It was a connection that had caught them without any of them seeing it coming. The three of them kissed, a soft, shared kiss that sealed something they didn’t yet need to define.

—So what now? —Matías asked, with a smile that was half joke, half hope.

—Now we keep going —Andrés replied, squeezing his hand—. The three of us.

Esteban laughed, a warm sound that filled the room.

—I’m in. But next time, at my place. And bring more mezcal.

They laughed, their bodies still intertwined, and in that instant, beneath the first light of day, they knew that what they had found wasn’t just one night. It was the beginning of something much larger, unexpected, and shared—a bond none of the three wanted to break.