A Saturday with the boys – skating in the old parking garage”

Just being buddies. The four of us (me, Tim, Luke, and Noah) meet up like we do almost every Saturday in the old parking garage on the edge of town. The ramps have been broken for ages, but the concrete floor is perfect for practicing new tricks. Tim brought new wheels, Luke's filming clips with his GoPro for his Instagram channel, and Noah's telling us about the party yesterday where he almost made out with some girl from 12th grade. We laugh, drink energy drinks, eat cold pizza straight from the box, and skate until sunset. At the end, we give each other a quick hug, say "that was awesome today," and head home. Just best friends who enjoyed the day together.

There's something in the air. The sun is low, we're sweaty and exhausted from skating. Tim pulls off his wet shirt and throws it in the corner, Luke does the same. I notice my gaze lingering longer on Tim's smooth six-pack and the deep V-line that disappears into his tight boxer briefs. Noah grins, having noticed, and says quietly, "Hot today, huh?" We sit down in a circle on the floor, legs spread, bottles between our thighs. Luke suddenly lies down, his head on my thigh, and closes his eyes. "Chill for five minutes," he murmurs. His hair tickles my skin, Tim's foot "accidentally" brushes against mine. No one says anything, but the atmosphere suddenly crackles with tension. We all breathe a little faster, just smile at each other—and know perfectly well that something unspoken is vibrating between us.

Playful, but still harmless. We've long since taken off our shirts, just low-slung jeans and sneakers. Luke jokes about who has the biggest "drop," and all three of them pull their pants down a bit to compare. I laugh, but my heart is pounding. Tim grabs himself through his boxers and says, "This one definitely drops the lowest." We goof around, push each other, wrestle a little on the ground. Every now and then I feel a hard bump on my leg or stomach, but no one's serious. Noah just licks his lips provocatively and says, "Someday we'll measure this properly." We leave it at that, get back up, and continue skating—but the looks are different now, hungrier, and we all know that this is just a postponement.

We finally let it happen. It doesn't take ten minutes until the jeans are completely off. We stand naked in a circle, slowly masturbating each other, watching each other. Tim is the first to get really hard, his thick, long cock standing straight up. I kneel in front of him, take it in my mouth – slowly, deeply, until I taste it on my tongue. Luke and Noah watch, masturbating faster. Then we switch, I take turns giving each of them head, letting them thrust deep into my throat until tears come to my eyes. They moan loudly, holding my head firmly. Then they turn me around, Tim fucks me first – at first with lots of spit, slowly, then harder and harder. Luke and Noah kiss each other, masturbating each other until they take turns cumming inside me. It's wet, loud, hot – but still with lots of eye contact, laughter, and "Fuck, that feels so good."

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