A Feast for Three

By Henri Roach

Copyright ©2025

Nick never quite figured out how to tie a towel around his waist. It’s not something you ever considered to be a life skill, until the shower drain in Nick’s apartment started spewing dirt instead of draining water, and Nick subsequently asked for shower asylum in your apartment.

Now, every afternoon, you get to watch your boyfriend’s best friend exit your bathroom with one hand firmly clutching the towel he has draped around himself.

“You don’t have to stare like that every time,” Nick pretends to complain.

And then, of course, it is your boyfriend Parker who replies, “I’m waiting for the towel to slip. You know we have bigger ones, right? You’re being a slut in my house, I’m gonna be staring at you.”

“I don’t want a bigger towel.” Nick looks himself down. Really, he barely looks like he’s used any towel at all. Water is still gleaming on his bare chest, the weak light in your hallway making his chest hair glitter with it faintly. It makes him look like an underwear model when he poses like that, like somebody oiled him up before placing him in your hallway. “Maybe you’re right and I want you to look at me.”

“You two are ridiculous,” you say, not for the first time. “You realize none of my friends believe me when I say that you don’t want to fuck each other, right?”

“That sounds like their problem,” says Nick, wandering off toward the guest room in all his naked glory. Over his shoulder, then, he calls, “I’d still be up for that threesome, though!”

He closes the door behind him, and leaves you to turn toward Parker, brows already raised.

“Well? Care to elaborate?”

“He just thinks we’d enjoy it,” says Parker.

“We,” you echo. “We as in you and him, or we as in the three of us?”

“Well!” Parker crosses his arms, and clears his throat, the way he does when he’s embarrassed about something. “Initially, the former, and these days—now that I’m with you—the latter.”

Parker and Nick, you’ve learned over the course of your relationship with Parker, have been inseparable since high school. They’ve had the sort of friendship that people dream about, the kind that really does let them be honest about pretty much anything with each other, including sexual experiments. Nick knew about his own bisexuality back when he was a teenager, whereas Parker has been in and out of the label for as long as you’ve known him.

He isn’t sure whom he’s attracted to, he’s explained to you, it waxes and wanes, and that’s perfectly fine with him these days. The one thing he really does know for sure, despite all of their joking and flirting, is that he has no interest in having sex with Nick.

“At which point,” Parker says now, “Nick always pointed out that there are plenty of ways for us to have a threesome without me fucking Nick, or Nick fucking me. And I always agreed that that sounded interesting. I just never was with anyone who would have been cool with that sort of thing, until now.”

“Aww, babe.” Parker almost starts to look horrified, so you grin at him. “I very much am cool with it. Were you worried about asking me?”

“Not really about the threesome,” Parker hedges. He glances toward the guest room door, still closed, then confesses, “I was worried you’d find Nick too annoying.”

You have to laugh. “You know,” you tell him, “I won’t pretend I don’t get that.”

The guest room door opens as if on cue, and Nick says, “What’s up?”

“Take your pants back off,” says Parker. “We’re having a threesome.”

You don’t actually end up doing it that day. There are logistics to figure out first, and all three of you are working adults. You are not above formally scheduling a threesome into everyone’s online calendars.

When the day comes, you have all of it to yourselves. It’s all been much less awkward than you’d silently feared it would be—the summer heat outside had all three of you barely dressed to begin with, and once clothes were off, Nick started off simply watching you and Parker kiss each other hot. He doesn’t touch himself when Parker slips a hand into your underwear, just watches with such an intense focus that it only gets you more aroused. Nick is such a clown whenever you see him, and being watched instead with such sincerity gets to you right away.

Parker pulls away from your mouth and kisses your chin, your jaw, until you tilt your head so he can get to your throat. The only reason you don’t startle when Nick speaks is that you see him open his mouth before. His voice cuts through the strange, cool haze of the bedroom, loud and clear, “Get on your knees. Take him from behind.”

You barely parse it as an order. It’s just a good idea. “Get down,” you tell Parker, wrangling him by his shoulders to get him down and behind you. Parker takes his sweet time, and you imagine you can feel his smile pressing against your ribs, your shoulder, the small of your back as he rounds you. The both of you sink to your knees together, with Parker immediately getting to work fingering you open.

Only now does Nick start to touch himself. He moves his hand along his cock in loose, lazy strokes, rising slowly from his seat and stepping closer. At your wide-eyed stare up at him, his lips curl into a smile. “Sweetheart, all in due time,” he says softly, over the noise of your breath growing rougher and Parker’s fingers sliding in and out of you. “You’re so hungry for it already. Does Parker not fuck your throat often enough?”

There is no correct answer to that. Mercifully, your boyfriend seems to know, because he thrusts and twists his fingers in a way that makes you moan out loud, rather than having to come up with words. You want both of them in you right now, you want to finally feel what this is like, you’ve been looking forward to a spitroast all day, but neither of them are giving it to you.

All they do give you is fingers. Nick utilizes your moan and pushes two into your open mouth, smugly watching your eyes snap up at him. You’d close your lips around him and suck, give him a taste of what’s to come, but Nick pushes your tongue down and keeps you from it. All of your moans from Parker’s uninterrupted attention to your hole are unbridled now, and Nick keeps staring down at you as saliva begins to gather under his fingers and on your bottom lip, eyes dark. Finally, he smiles, just as your spit spills over toward your chin. Nick pulls his fingers out of your mouth only to smear your own spit across the bottom half of your face, then snickers when you scowl at him. “Fine, fine,” he says. “I’ll get moving.”

“He’s being gross, isn’t he.” Behind you, Parker, too, pulls his fingers out of you and begins to line himself up with your hole. Before he can push in, though, you can feel him leaning down, warm breath brushing over your back, gentle kisses trailing down your spine. “We’ll shut him up later. Don’t you worry, darling.”

You look up just in time to see Nick roll his eyes. The next thing you know, cocks push into you from two directions.

By now, of course, you are used to Parker’s length and girth, but that does nothing to take away from this. Both shafts feel scalding hot within you, and you were not prepared for the mental gap between feeling your boyfriend push into you, only to look up and see someone else’s face smirking down. “There you go,” Nick all but purrs. “Easy does it.”

As soon as he says it, as if on cue, behind you, Parker pulls back and thrusts into you hard enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. It’s followed immediately by a choked noise as you jerk forward, moving Nick deeper into your mouth to hit the back of your throat.

Nick shuts up even faster than you think Parker had anticipated. You can’t help but stare up at him, and find that he also can’t help but stare down at you. You must be painting quite the picture, letting your boyfriend shove you forward onto Nick’s cock and pull you back again, only keeping your lips tight around him and your tongue pushed up. Your face is wet already, spit making its way to your neck, and your eyes are starting to tear up from the lack of air. Nick takes pity on you, buries a hand in your hair to hold you steady as he pulls back and out of your mouth, which only results in you immediately releasing a loud moan into the hot, wet air between you two.

“Fuck,” Nick mutters. “Look at you. Parker, keep going.”

Parker grunts something that probably amounts to, I wasn’t planning to stop, and he does keep snapping into you, sharp staccato thrusts that have you jerking forward in Nick’s grasp. Unbridled now, you moan and gasp, your wet mouth open in bliss. After another moment of this, Nick grips his cock with his free hand and begins stroking himself, aiming right at your face. He keeps holding that intense, mesmerized eye contact with you, while bliss builds steadily within you all.

There is never a moment of rest. Nick starts alternating between stroking himself and letting you suck on his tip. Parker is pounding into you hard for minutes at a time, then slows down again to long, deep thrusts. His hands roam, holding onto your hips like a vise during those harder poundings, then scratching your back or caressing your sides. Sometimes he leans forward enough to find and tease your nipples with both hands, letting his breath ghost over your sweaty back. Sometimes he fucks you hard while Nick is stroking himself and your voice reverberates around the room, sometimes he does it while Nick is fucking your mouth, making you choke and convulse from the avalanche of pleasure.

Finally, it becomes too much for all three of you at nearly the exact same time. As Parker’s thrusts begin to get erratic, he reaches around with one hand to stroke you as well. Nick is holding your head up by your hair now, moaning loudly himself as his other hand speeds up on his cock. Thick ropes of cum hit your face just as you feel yourself tense and tighten around Parker to bring you both over the edge as well. Parker cums with a shout and a swear, and you have to swallow a mouthful of Nick’s cum before you can moan through your own bliss.

It’s only ten minutes later that you’ve all hydrated and cleaned the worst of the cum off of you, and that you’re on your back on the mess of blankets on the floor, with one hand in Nick’s hair. It is a beautiful reversal, you think, humming softly at the fervor with which he’s giving you head this time.

“See?” Parker says from above you, leaning down to press another upside-down kiss to your mouth. “Told you we’d shut him up.”

“Mm.” You chase your boyfriend’s lips, knowing how besotted you must look as you gaze up at him. “I never doubted you.”

“Maybe now he’ll start using bigger towels.”

You laugh, then swat gently at him. “Maybe. Now come on, you promised you’d sit on my face.”

Parker keeps his promise. Nick, of course, keeps using your smallest towels in the coming days, until his shower gets fixed. By then, the three of you are already planning your next roast.

About Henri Roach:

Henri Roach (he/it) is a psychologist and writer from St. Cloud, France. He presently resides in Germany with his spouse and their three pets. This is what he gets up to in his free time.