I got the call on some random Sunday afternoon. My friend Eve, who’s too hot to have a crush on but hot enough to fantasize about (you know the type), asked if I could come help lift something. Why she needed me, I don’t totally know since she’s pretty strong herself. But of course, her particular style of bossy charm makes me bend at the knee for whatever she asks. Needless to say, I was at her house twenty minutes later.

As I approach the backyard, I notice her talking to a tall and gangly guy with a quirky look that immediately catches my eye. Dressed like he got all his clothes from the bins, he’s clearly my people. Maybe it’s the ripped t-shirt showing off some ultimate frisbee competition from 2010, or maybe it’s the baggy swim trunks from the 80’s. Whatever it is, he’s a bit of me.

Eve is looking delectable, as usual. Instead of her typical MILF look, she’s dressed like she’s headed to her college crew team 10-year reunion row. Jock shorts, a backwards hat, an almost-crop top. It’s a good look.

“Jake, bless you for coming at such short notice. I just had this hope that if I rang up some of my big strong boy friends, they would come to my aid.” She says boy friends like boyfriends, and I swear it’s intentional. Eve and her charm. God, she looks good.

“The real question is how you’re going to repay us later,” says the tall dark stranger, somewhat suggestively. I mean, I knew she flirts with everyone, but this guy can actually keep up. I’m way out of my league here, but I’ll focus on not being an awkward weirdo.

“Oh don’t worry, I know what you’re into. We’ll shotgun a beer later and see what the rest of the day has in store. I’m just hoping you’re strong enough to not need a tiny vom like last time, poor boy.” Though I can’t fully participate, this is entertaining.

“I disgraced my reputation last time, it’s true. I can only hope to live up to your standards in the future.” He says, before turning to me with a sly smile. “I hope you like beer.” The word that comes to mind when I look at him is rapscallion.

“Almost as much as I like lifting stuff for girls,” I say back with a smile. I sound like a child, but at least I said something. They have way too much chemistry, and I’m gonna need a beer sooner if we keep this talking up. Banter has never been my strong suit, but I do like to watch.

“How dare you assume my gender” Eve retorts pleasantly, and I’m immediately tense. Oops, I did that thing where I called a woman a girl. But maybe she’s not a woman? Is there something about her I don’t know? Sometimes merely living in Portland is out of my league. I never know the right words to say. “Oh don’t worry,” she laughs. “I won’t punish you too hard for the slip-up. Just the right amount.”

I think I actually turn a little red, grinning. I feel something in me stir and come to attention. Uh oh. I’m getting turned on. I try to recover. “My bad. Let me know how I can make it up to you.” Why did I just say that, like I’m some peasant begging for forgiveness? Fuck, my cock twinges with the beginning of a hard-on. What is happening?? I just came to lift something but now I’m feeling flustered.

The other guy comes to my rescue. “Eve, I apologize for my friend here. You can’t expect us lowly heterosexuals to keep up with the right lingo.” Something odd happens, though. When he says heterosexuals, I swear he gives me the tiniest wink. Am I imagining things? Is he implying something else? No, that has to be my sick imagination. I push the thoughts away and try to focus. “It’s true,” I say. “We are not worthy. Educate us, please?”

She smiles mischievously. “I’ll forgive it for now, but expect a full hour-long lesson over beers after we’re done. You’ll be sorry you asked by the end.”

“I bet we will” says the guy, mischief in his eyes.

I clear my throat. “So what are us big strong boys lifting, anyways? Or should I say, big strong humans? Did I get that right?” I hope this attempt to make light of my faux pas lands okay.

“Ah, it will truly be a delight to lecture you both later.” Fuck. My cock twinges again. I look away and let out a chuckle that I hope doesn’t sound too nervous. “I need your big manly muscles to help move this washing machine down into the basement.” Oh good, we’ll be done in less than ten minutes and I can get out of here (or get a drink).

“Alright then, let’s get to it” I say with as much chill bravado as I can muster. All three of us walk over to the washer and dryer I now see sitting in the corner of the yard. We all move around, trying to figure out the best way to lift and maneuver the washer. Once we’re into position, Eve steps back while the other guy and I get into position and lift. It’s heavy and a little awkward, but just doable. I pause to adjust my grip and when I’m done, I look across the machine and catch him looking at me. I force my gaze to stay on his eyes and not drift toward the flexed muscles of his shoulders. He’s surprisingly strong for being somewhat skinny and gangly.

“I’m Rev, by the way,“ he says with a grin.

“Rev?” I retort with some incredulity.

“Well, my real name is David but my friends all call me Rev.”

“There’s gotta be a good story behind that.”

“If you’re lucky, I’ll tell you later.”

At this, I have to break the eye contact. I can’t seem to not be flustered, and I hate that. Get yourself together, Jake!

“It’s a bit cruel to leave me hanging, don’t you think?” Rev says.

“What do you mean?” I ask as we shuffle towards the back door.

“Not going to tell me your name?” I can tell his gaze is still on mine.

I glance up at him briefly before saying “Sorry, right. I’m Jake.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Jake.” This time I know he winks. Something at my core stirs and begins to build. Oh no. I’m way out of my depth here. Thankfully, though, Eve steps in again right at this moment.

“I’ll go down first so I can tell you where to put it when you get to the basement.”

“I usually never let someone go down first,” says Rev with a slow smirk at Eve.

“Oh I know your rules. It hasn’t been that long, Rev. And you’ve always been predictable.”

“What can I say? I know what I like,” he says with some strain in his voice and laughs. At this point, we’ve cleared the top few stairs with Eve in the lead, followed by Rev walking backwards and then me. It’s enough effort to keep holding the washer; I have no idea how he’s still talking.

Eve turns fully back toward us. “So do I,” she says and gleefully slaps Rev’s ass. Rev coughs and laughs, sputtering and struggling to keep holding the washing machine. “Oh, did you think I was all talk?” She asks.

“I guess I did,” he says. “But I’m glad you’re not.” He looks back up the stairs in my direction. I’d been staring at him without realizing it so he immediately catches my eye. “Hanging in there, Jake? Does Eve have this effect on you as well? Your shoulders are looking delicious from this angle, by the way.”

At this, I’m grateful to be still holding the washer as it covers most of my body, albeit awkwardly scrunched on the stairs. I’m half hard at this point, the combination of sexual tension and Rev’s unabashed attention on me. Plus, I often get a hard-on during and after some physical activity. If they keep this up, I’ll need to make up some excuse and take a walk around the block before we do the dryer.

I choose to ignore the shoulder comment. I think he’s just toying with me anyways. He looks straight, and I’m straight so it’s all in jest. I mean, I do watch a lot of threesome porn. But I’m definitely straight.

“I’m not immune to her charm. Eve, did you invite us here just to flirt with us or are we actually moving this thing?” Rev hasn’t taken any more steps since Eve’s last comment, and I’m starting to sweat a little from the exertion.

“Alright, alright you two. Get a move on,” she says, laughing.

We make it to the final few steps, trying to maneuver around the corner to the open part of the basement. Rev is now looking directly at me, gaze unwavering, despite the visible strain of carrying the washer. My eyes dart to his a couple times, but hopefully I look away quick enough that he doesn’t read into it. Why is he staring at me so intently? Why do I feel like I’m being assessed? And why am I so hard?

We finally set the washer down against the back wall. Rev and I both lean against our respective sides, breathing a little heavy. That tired me out more than I realized. I’m again grateful for the cover of the appliance as I feel my hard cock push up against the side. I’m looking away; Rev and Eve are giggling about something I didn’t hear. He looks at her suggestively. She drags her tongue across half of her bottom lip, then laughs as if it’s some big joke. Jesus, I should get out of here so they can fuck already.

But my hard-on does not go away quickly. I need to resort to more serious measures. A walk to clear my head will help. Abruptly, I push away from the washing machine and turn away, taking my phone out of my pocket. I look at it and put it up to my ear, pretending to answer a phone call. I gesture at them that I need a minute and jog away up the stairs. Once outside in the sunshine, I take a deep breath. I move into the alley and start walking briskly away from the main road. The sun and the fresh air help. I’m immediately aware that my heart is beating more quickly than usual as it starts to slow. I try to think about inconsequential things as I walk, and halfway around the block, I am already feeling more myself.

What was that about? I’ve never been so affected by a guy before. And why was he so clearly showing interest in me? I shake my head as I walk. That’s none of my business. I’m just here to do Eve and favor and then I’ll bounce so they can have their privacy. By the time I round the corner and approach the house again, I’m feeling almost back to normal. Good enough, let’s just finish this dryer and get going.

I walk into the backyard and descend the stairs into the basement. I’m surprised that I don’t hear them talking as I reach the lower level and start to turn the corner. Once I catch sight of the washer though, I see why.

Rev is leaning against the washer, shorts pulled partially down with Eve kneeling in front of him, licking and teasing his cock. He’s staring down at her, biting his bottom lip into a half smile.

After my initial moment of shock fades, I realize that they don’t know I’m there. I know I should look away, but I’m frozen in place. I watch as she starts to take him into her mouth and he runs his fingers deep into her hair, letting out a deep breath. This is wrong, I should not be here. I should turn around and go. After a couple beats, I finally come to my senses and yank my gaze away, turning back around the corner. I realize I’ve been holding my breath as my lungs fill with air and I stare at the stairs, unsure what to do. I can hear Eve moaning, mouth full and Rev say something in a low tone. What do I do??

Finally, I decide to shuffle my feet on the ground, clearing my throat and trying to pretend I’m just coming down the stairs. I don’t come around the corner though, I don’t dare. I know they know I’m there. I don’t know if they’ll stop. I don’t hear any noise from the room for a few beats, and then Eve says “Jake, we know you’re there. Don’t be shy.”

I don’t know what that means. But I think they’ve stopped so I cautiously round the corner. Eve is still on the ground, now squatting next to Rev and turned toward me. Rev’s pants are still down, his cock at attention, his eyes fully on mine. He makes no apology and his gaze does not falter. I clear my throat again, completely unsure how to behave in this situation.

Eve starts to speak, coming to our rescue. “Do you want to watch? That could be fun, if you want,” she says slowly, softly. I’m stunned and don’t move. Rev is still staring at me. His cock is still hard. It’s long and slender, graceful almost. I notice some wetness around Eve’s mouth. I notice I’m rock hard. I wonder if they can tell. My body overrides my brain and I feel my head nod.

“Good boy” purrs Eve and she beckons me closer. My legs move and then I’m just a few steps away. She turns back towards Rev and then her mouth is on him, taking him fully into her mouth. He lets out a throaty sound, his hand returning to her hair but his eyes are still on mine. Fuck. What is he doing? I look away, my eyes landing on Eve’s head moving slowly in towards his groin. My mind is part racing uncontrollably and part completely fixated on what’s happening in front of me. As she pulls her head back, I stare at the base of Rev’s cock. At the wet on his shaft. At the vein running the length. Soon enough, only an inch or two of him is showing as she takes him as far as she can go. As she lets out a sucking sound followed by a muffled moan, Rev makes a noise of pleasure that comes from deep in his chest.

My eyes dart up to look at him, and he’s staring at me still. Some of his composure is gone, mouth open slightly and breathing rough. Somehow, my eyes get stuck. I can’t look away. But his gaze drops briefly to my cock, which is hard as a rock in my thin shorts. He looks back at me, one corner of his mouth turning up in a smile. “Do you want to come closer?” He breathes. My head nods as I feel myself moving toward him. I’m completely out of control, my body betraying my mind. My body wants this, even though it feels partially wrong and confusing and overwhelming and intoxicating and dangerous.

When I’m close enough to touch, everything starts to unravel. Eve’s movements grow more urgent, Rev loses even more composure, his breathing ragged. She’s moaning with every movement now. He grabs my t-shirt and pulls me close to his face. We are a few inches away. His hand slides down my chest and then under my shirt to touch my skin. His eyes drop to my lips as he strokes my chest.

“Can I?” He asks. Somehow I grow harder.

“Can you what?” I murmur.

“Touch you?”

I pause, speechless “Yes... Whatever you want,” I say, hoarsely.

He and Eve groan loudly simultaneously as his hand slides over the slick material of my shorts, tracing the outline of my cock lightly. I wasn’t expecting him to go straight there, but it’s exactly what I wanted. Fuck. It feels good, but it’s not enough. It’s a tease. Eve’s hand slides up the inside of my lower leg, then up my thigh to slide under the hem of my shorts. He’s stroking me with more pressure now, staring at me with an intensity from which I can’t look away. Her hand reaches the upper part of my inner thigh, grasping the sensitive skin of my groin.

“Fuck” I breathe, still staring at him. Almost immediately he explodes, body shuddering. Rev and Eve moan together, her sounds coaxing him into release. As he comes, waves rolling through him, he has a hold of my cock like I’m on a leash. I can’t move, can’t feel anything other than his hand gripped on my throbbing cock and Eve’s nails digging into my inner thigh. I watch as she swallows once, twice. There is some cum dripping out the side of her mouth and down her neck.

I glance back at Rev, who still has my cock gripped tight. He gives me a slow grin. “You liked watching, didn’t you?” I look down, a little ashamed. Eve giggles.

“Poor boy can’t even speak,” she says, then glances down at my protruding cock, which Rev has now started slowly stroking again. “It’s obvious you liked it,” she continues. “Your turn?”

“Only if you want to,” says Rev. My mind hesitates but my body betrays me again, my hips pushing into Rev’s hand, grinding a little desperately. “Oh he wants it,” he says to Eve and moves his hand up to my waistband, pulling both my shorts and boxers down in one swift movement. “Fuck, he’s big. I am going to devour him.” He draws out the word devour like he’s savoring every letter.

He crouches down to slide his tongue over the tip of my cock. I’m rock-hard. I’ve never been sucked off by a dude before. I’m both turned on and terrified. As he slowly teases the tip of my cock with just his tongue, his hand travels down my shaft. Lightly, almost tickling at first, then increasing the pressure. I moan, my breathing heavy. I’m getting overwhelmed, I need to look somewhere else. I glance over to Eve who’s licking her lips and watching Rev. She looks up to meet my gaze, then stands and walks slowly around to my back, running her hands along my torso. I’m shaking.

“Why so nervous, Jake? Is this your first time?” She asks tauntingly. I say nothing. I couldn’t speak if I wanted to. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you,” she murmurs as she starts to kiss my shoulder, hands traveling lower while she licks and nips along the top of my neck. Rev meanwhile has the head of my cock in his mouth. The bite of her teeth is too much; I groan loudly and grab his head. My brain has gone completely offline. I push him further down my shaft, as far as he’ll go. I make a noise that embarrasses me and he moans in response.

“Greedy boy. Shame on you, Jake.” Purrs Eve into my ear. “Leave some of you for me.” She slides a hand all the way down past my hips and my ass to my thigh, then slowly works her way back up, stopping at my innermost thigh again. She grabs me, digging her nails into the skin just below my ass cheek. What the fuck is happening. This feels so good and so bad at the same time. She fondles my balls gently. The combination of sting and then softness is torture.

Rev is still busy with my cock, working me steadily, expertly. He’s done this before. I feel my face turn red again, maybe from embarrassment or maybe just plain arousal. Eve says, “Rev, give me some spit, as much as you can.” She reaches her hand between my legs as he pulls back, holding me with his hand.

He says, “Only if you tell me what you have planned for it. I don’t want to feel left out.”

“Oh, I’m gonna introduce our greedy boy here to something I’m guessing he’s never felt before. Catch my drift?”

“Exactly what I was hoping you’d say,” he replies, smiling up at her. He takes me in his mouth again, deep into his throat. My legs are shaking; I feel like I’m barely standing. I grab his head and push him a little bit farther. He makes a sucking, almost choking sound and I freeze. But he moans in pleasure, and I’m lost again.

Eve moves her hand back towards my ass, brushing my balls. I can feel moisture on her hand, a lot of it. To my surprise, she slides from my balls up and back. Fuck. She’s touching my asshole. I jolt. It’s not that it feels bad… It actually feels good. But I’m confused. It feels wrong. “It’s okay. Just relax. Tell me to stop if you don’t like it,” she murmurs. “I think you’ll like it.”

I do like it. I hate that I like it. It feels so wrong. She moves her wet finger in slow circles around my hole. I feel self-conscious, but I don’t want her to stop. My cock is somehow harder. Slowly, she presses a finger in the center, holding still. I shudder and moan. She presses a little harder. I buck against her, Rev following me with his mouth. She slips the tiniest tip of her finger into my asshole, and fuck. I am shaking uncontrollably. She slips a little further as Rev is taking me deep and slow now. My legs feel weak but I’m somehow still upright. Maybe because if I fall, this sensation will end. So I keep myself standing.

“You like?” She asks in my ear. All I can do is whimper. Her finger in my ass hurts a little. But it also feels good. It feels wet, and hot. And I want more. I grasp Rev’s head, keeping his mouth around my cock as I sit back on her finger just slightly. It’s almost like my ass swallows her finger whole. “Whoa,” she says. “You dirty boy. You like this more than I even expected. You’re desperate for this. Naughty, naughty.”

My asshole feels like it’s expanding. With each thrust of Rev’s mouth along my cock, her finger feels better and better. It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before: warmth building in my pelvis, the utmost pleasure swelling up inside me. Soon, her finger isn’t enough. I’m holding Rev’s head onto my cock again, grinding against her. It’s messy, I’m shaking. But I have tunnel vision. More feeling, more sensation. Deeper. Harder. In every way. More, more, more.

I feel her slide another finger up to the entrance of my ass as she pulls the first one out. Then two fingers plunge into me. I’m lost. She’s touching something, somewhere, that feels like euphoria. A kind of sensation and pleasure I’ve never felt before. My vision goes bright and blurry. I can feel her fucking me, in and out and in and out to the same rhythm that Rev has on my cock. I can hear him moaning, choking, sucking. I have to bend over, one hand on the washing machine I’d completely forgotten is there and the other hand in his hair. A clear and lucid thought comes to me: I’ve never really been fucked before, but I think I like it.

As this thought comes to me, I’m gone in an instant. I come, convulsing in my bent over state, both of them pulling it out of me. I hold onto the washing machine, keeping my eyes closed. I can tell I’ve made a mess, but I don’t dare to look. I feel Eve delicately slip her fingers out of me and then rest her head on my back. Rev remains kneeling, all of our breathing slowly returning to normal. I hear the sound of movement, him shuffling around and standing up. My head is at waist height and I can see his cock, erect again. I’m flooded with shame, satisfaction, fear, relief. We’re quiet for a few beats, and then I hear Eve say,

“Wow, and we haven’t even moved the dryer yet. Little sluts.”

Rev laughs and kisses her.