The final bell rang at Ridgewood High, and Nash, Callum, and Macca spilled out into the afternoon sun, backpacks slung low. All three were eighteen, seniors done with classes but not with each other. Nash wiped sweat from his brow, flashing that cocky grin. "Callum's place again? Your parents are never home, man. Lucky us."
Callum smirked, unlocking the door to his empty house. "You know it. Macca brought the good stuff—snacks and whatever else we need to blow off steam." Macca chuckled, elbowing Nash. "Blow off steam? That's one way to put it. You two have been eye-fucking all week. Time to stop talking and start acting."
Inside, the tension thickened fast. They dropped their bags, and Callum grabbed sodas from the fridge. "So, Nash, you keep saying you're the best at everything. Think you can handle both of us today?" Nash leaned against the counter, voice sharp. "Handle you? Please. I've seen how hard you get just from a wink. Macca's the wildcard, but I'm not scared of a little competition."
Macca stepped closer, his hand brushing Nash's arm. "Witty as ever. But words won't save you when things get wet and dripping. You horny yet, or need more teasing?" The air crackled. Callum pulled Nash in for a kiss that turned hungry, tongues clashing with witty jabs between breaths. "Mmm, taste that? That's me winning already."
Clothes hit the floor in a rush. Nash's cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. Callum dropped to his knees first, taking Nash's length into his mouth for a slick blowjob, sucking with expert rhythm while Macca kissed Nash's neck, whispering, "Panting already? We haven't even started railing you." Nash groaned, gripping Callum's hair. "Fuck, your mouth is dangerous. Macca, get in here—don't make me beg."
They moved to the living room couch. Macca bent Nash over the arm, spreading his ass cheeks. Callum slicked his cock and pushed in first, filling Nash with a deep thrust that made him gasp. "Goddamn, you're tight. Horny little show-off." Macca watched, stroking himself, then joined, guiding Nash's mouth to his own hard cock for a messy double rhythm. Sweat beaded on their skin as they moved, bodies slapping wetly.
Nash came first with a shout, cum spilling onto the floor while Callum pounded his ass relentlessly. Macca followed, pulling out to paint Nash's back with hot ropes. Panting and dripping, they collapsed in a heap, Callum laughing. "Round one, Nash. You still claiming victory?"
Nash grinned through the haze. "Just wait till next time—you two won't know what hit you."
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