I walked in to find my best friend being fucked by our roommate. But instead of anger, I felt a spark. What starts as a moment of jealousy quickly spirals into a raw threesome that redefines all my limits. This is the story of how paying my share of the rent led to the hottest, most fucked-up night of my life.
Hey guys, what’s up! 👋
Wow, my DMs have seriously been blowing up the last few days. So many of you want to know what happened next with Kev and me. I love that you guys are so invested! A fan also suggested that I should link all the parts of my “History” so everyone can keep track – awesome idea, I’ll start doing that from now on!
So, where were we? Ah, right… the group home, back when I was 14. After that woman, Paulsen, caught us, all hell broke loose. The whole drama over our, let’s say, harmless first sexual experiences was just completely over the top. Honestly, I’m still pissed at Paulsen to this day, but whatever…
This time, it was Kevin who said, “Jack, we have to get out of here.” Sure, I was scared shitless, I admit it. My first escape wasn’t exactly a roaring success. But the thought of running away with Kev… that was different. Not being alone anymore. And he had that contact, Alex. It was a completely new game. I didn’t have to think for long and just said, “I’m in. But this time, we do it smart.”
And our plan was so simple, it was brilliant. Two days later, it was time. We both went to school like normal, since we were in different classes. And in the very first period, each of us pulled a full-on show in our respective classrooms. Nausea, headaches, the whole nine yards. We were both sent “home.” The school thought we were on our way back to the home. The home thought we were sitting in school. A perfect window of opportunity. We met at the train station, gave each other a grin, and got on the next train. That feeling – priceless.
And before you ask where this all went down: sorry, I have to stay vague on that. The whole story is almost ten years old now, and I absolutely don’t want anyone who helped us or was involved back then to get into any trouble. Code of honor, you know?
Kevin had given Alex a quick call the day before. When we arrived at his place late that afternoon, Alex was sitting in front of his console, gaming. The apartment was tiny, honestly. One living room and a small bedroom. But for us? Man, it was a regular “Villa Happiness.” The main thing was we were away from the home, away from Paulsen. Freedom.
That first period at Alex’s place was absolutely insane. Just imagine: one day, you’re dealing with the stench and control of the home, and the next, you have your own little kingdom. We gamed all night, ordered the cheapest grub we could find, and slept in ’til the sun was already going down again.
And obviously, we didn’t just play games and eat pizza. 😉 We finally had a room, a door that could be locked—especially during the times Alex was at work. All that pent-up energy, that curiosity that could only be lived out in secret and under constant fear back at the home, could now flow freely. The nights with Kev… they were intense. It was more than just sex. It was the feeling of finally being completely ourselves, without the fear of being discovered. We got to know each other in a way that would have been impossible at the home. Every inch of skin, every breath was an act of rebellion against our old life. It welded us even closer together. We weren’t just friends, not just accomplices on the run—we were a unit.
But even the coolest “Villa Happiness” has its downsides when you’re three people crammed into 40 square meters. Alex was a genuinely good guy; he never made us feel like we were in the way. But even the most chill dude becomes an obstacle when you’re living on top of each other. There was only one bathroom, which occasionally turned into a war zone. And me, the bookworm, I never really had a quiet place to retreat to. It was chaos. Alex’s stuff, Kev’s clothes, my books were everywhere… the air was stale. The initial euphoria slowly gave way to a feeling of confinement.
The moment that changed everything came out of nowhere. The three of us were sitting on the couch, watching some movie. I started to notice the way Alex and Kev were looking at each other. Longer. More intense. At first, I thought I was imagining things. But then Alex put his hand on Kevin’s thigh. And Kev didn’t push it away. My heart started racing. I tried to focus on the movie, but I couldn’t. I felt every single vibration in the room.
And then, right next to me, they started kissing. Hesitantly at first, then more and more demanding. I just sat there, frozen. Completely paralyzed. What was I supposed to do? Get up and leave? To where? This was my home, or at least it felt like it. Say something? I couldn’t get a single word out. It was like watching a movie where I was just an extra, a prop.
The absolute low point was when they stood up, held hands, and disappeared into the bedroom without a word. The door clicked shut softly. And that click, guys… that click destroyed everything. In that moment, our unit was shattered from within. “Villa Happiness” felt alien, a place where I no longer felt welcome. The boy who was my anchor and the guy who offered us shelter had forged a new alliance. One where there was no more room for me.
Sex as Currency, Reconciliation & a New Kick
That night on the couch was hell. I barely slept. Just that click of the door over and over in my head, that image of their hands. I must have drifted off late at night because I didn’t even hear Alex leave for work in the morning.
When I woke up, Kev was already in the kitchen, making himself something to eat. He acted as if absolutely nothing had happened. “Morning,” he mumbled, like it was any other day. That feigned normality was a thousand times worse than any fight could have been. The air between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to say something. And of course, a fight broke out. I told him how shitty I felt, how he’d just thrown our unit away. And his answer? It hit me like a ton of bricks. He said I shouldn’t act like it changed anything between us. But what was he supposed to do? Reject the guy who was giving us a roof over our heads and filling the fridge?
BAM. There it was. That brutal realization. The first time in my life I was confronted with the fact that sex could also be used to pay off “debts.” That our survival here was tied to a service in return. I had to swallow hard and think fast. “Villa Happiness” wasn’t a gift; it was a deal. And in that deal, I was currently the useless party. With that bitter pill to swallow, the emotional hurt suddenly became secondary. This was about survival. By noon, the mood between us was okay again. A new, weird kind of okay. One based on this new, harsh truth.
The reconciliation came in Kev’s own way. He said all the stress had worn him out and that I could do something to help him relax now. He wanted me to blow him.
So we were lying in bed, and I granted his “blow-the-stress-away” request. It felt familiar—our bodies, our closeness. It was our way of patching up the cracks. And right in the middle of this familiar act, when I was fully focused, he suddenly commanded in a rough voice: “…and now, eat my ass.”
I froze. Shocked. That was new. That was a line I’d never even thought about. But his gaze was demanding, and in the chaos of the day, I just thought: fuck it. I leaned down, and the moment my tongue touched his hot ass for the first time, something exploded inside me. The initial shock turned into pure horniness. Seeing him squirm, hearing him moan, having that complete control… it was an incredible kick. And let’s be real, guys: who among you has also realized how fucking hot rimming can be?
After all the drama with Alex and Kev and my realization that sex was a currency here, a strange kind of calm surprisingly set in. The next few days were relaxed and cool again. Sure, Kev and Alex did their thing, sometimes more obviously than others. But the tense atmosphere was gone. We had found a new dynamic, a kind of unspoken agreement. We were a team again, just… different.
Rent Is Due
One evening, I was chilling on the couch in shorts and a t-shirt, gaming, while the two of them were in the bedroom. I was totally in the zone, but something with the console settings just wasn’t working. Annoyed, I paused the game, went to the bedroom door, knocked briefly, and opened it to ask a question.
And what I saw… dude. The image is burned into my mind. Kev was lying on his back, legs bent, and Alex was deep inside him, fucking him. It wasn’t hidden, not secretive. It was just there. Raw. Direct. I’d seen plenty in porn, but this? This was REAL.
So I’m standing there in the doorway, the question about the Xbox settings still on my lips, and I stammer something like, “Uh, I’m having a problem with the Xbox settings…”
Kev turns his head towards me without even batting an eye. He grins at me while Alex keeps moving inside him and says, “Give me a kiss instead of playing your game.”
Guys. My brain shut down for a second. But I didn’t hesitate. I went over, leaned down, and kissed him. And that kiss… it was totally strange and at the same time, unbelievably hot. To give a guy a kiss while another guy is fucking him, to feel the vibrations of every thrust… that’s a whole new level of intimacy and thrill. I immediately felt things get tight in my shorts.
Of course, Kev noticed too. He broke the kiss for a second, looked down at me, and then said to Alex, “I think he wants some too.”
In that moment, Alex stopped moving. Both of them were looking at me. This strange situation, suddenly being the center of attention, feeling their gazes on me… I just enjoyed it. Even more so when Kev looked at me with that demanding stare and said:
“Take off your shirt and shorts.”
So, there was Kev’s suggestion hanging in the air, and everything inside me twisted into a knot. My head and my shame were screaming NO internally. A real, panicky “Dude, are you crazy? What is this?” But it was as if my body made its own decision in that moment. I think in the end, it was my dick that got me undressed. Sounds weird, but that’s how it felt.
And there I stood. Naked in front of Kev—nothing new there. But in front of Alex… that was new. And as much as a part of me wanted to sink into the floor with shame, I have to admit: it was also kind of hot. This new attention, this unpredictable situation.
Kev then casually gestured to Alex and said something like, “Trust me, he gives great head.” Alex just grinned and said he’d have to see for himself. And the next thing I knew, I was in front of Kev, who was stretched out on the bed with Alex, and I started blowing him.
It was such a surreal situation. I hear Alex say, “Looks like the little one really knows what he’s doing.” And Kev, playing the manager, asks him if he wants to “judge” for himself. And of course, Alex agreed. The craziest part was that they talked about me the whole time as if I wasn’t even there. I was busy, after all; I was the object of their conversation.
Then came the command from Kev, short and simple: “Move on to Alex.” And guys, in that situation, I didn’t think for a second. No hesitation, no resistance. I just did it. My brain was completely switched off.
And wow… that was a whole new experience. Alex had a really nice dick, and it was significantly bigger than Kev’s. But what totally got me in that moment, and was completely new to me, was that his pubes and balls were completely shaved. Everything was smooth. That made it so much hotter to lick, to blow, to suck… I got really into it and blocked out everything else around me.
So I was totally in my element, and it was seriously hot. And then, in the middle of this rush, Kev and Alex start kissing. Right above me, while I was busy, so to speak, switching between the two of them.
And you know what? Something crazy happened in my head at that moment. The jealousy that had almost eaten me alive just a few days earlier when I saw Kev with that other guy? It was gone. Just gone. It was replaced by a really good feeling. Because I suddenly no longer felt guilty that Kev was basically paying our “rent” here all by himself. Now I was an equal part of the deal. We were doing this together.
In that moment, Kev pulled me up to him again and kissed me. And then it was pure, amazing chaos. Six hands on three bodies at the same time, tongues wandering everywhere… you completely lose your bearings. Alex started fucking Kev doggystyle, and the next thing I remember is my dick being in Kev’s mouth.
Dude… that first threesome was absolutely the hottest thing I had experienced up to that point. It wasn’t just what I was feeling myself. It was this insane mix of participating and watching. Seeing the other two interact with each other while you’re right in the middle of it, doing your part. That was a whole new level for me.
The whole situation went on like that for a while, just this incredible chaos of kissing, sucking, and bodies. And then, in the middle of that rush, I hear Alex ask Kev what it would be like to fuck my hot little ass. And Kev’s answer, dude… it burned itself right into my brain. He just said that it would be fucking amazing, but that Alex would have to wait because I had no experience with it yet. That he wanted to be the one to introduce me to it—when we were alone again. So in that moment, I knew what was next on the agenda. And yeah, a part of me was damn intimidated by the thought. But the other side? All the pent-up horniness inside me was just cheering at the idea. It was looking forward to it.
Phew… okay, guys. I can feel my own pulse racing just retelling all of this. It brings back so much, it’s really intense.
But hey, I have to take a break here for today. My alarm is about to go off, I have a shoot scheduled, and I have to get going—my present-day life is calling. 😉
But I can’t just leave you hanging without asking: How is this whole story hitting you? This isn’t just some story; it’s a part of what made me who I am today.
I’m dying to know what you guys think. Definitely let me know in the comments!
- How do you see the whole “sex as currency” realization? Harsh reality or just a means of survival? Would you have reacted the same way in my shoes?
- And then the thing with the rimming… for me, that was a complete explosion in my mind. Who among you knows that moment when a boundary falls and it suddenly feels fucking amazing? Or is that a total no-go for you?
- And of course, the threesome… Watching and being a part of it at the same time. Is that something that gets you off too? Or is a one-on-one emotional connection more important to you?
I’m so excited to read your honest opinions and thoughts. Let it all out! And who knows, maybe we’ll talk about it in the next live chat, if you dare. 😉
See you soon, Your Jack
