The Shared Apartment | A Forbidden Story Between Three Colleagues

The apartment was small, cramped, as if designed specifically to force bodies close together. One relatively large bedroom with two single beds placed almost touching, a narrow living area that doubled as a kitchen, and a single shared bathroom. The city was strange to all of them: its streets were narrow, its restaurants expensive, and its nights long and cold. Ahmed, Karim, and Youssef. Three colleagues in the marketing department of the company's new branch. Ahmed, the tallest and quietest, with thick black hair and dark eyes. Karim, of average build, the most cheerful, with a athletic frame from regular workouts. Youssef, the youngest and slimmest, with fair skin and wavy hair, always seeming to shy away from looking others directly in the eyes.

In the first week, they were cautious. Each one quickly closed their bedroom door, dressed fully before leaving the bathroom, and spoke only about work. But the apartment was too small to sustain such pretense. The night things began to change was Thursday. They came home exhausted from a long meeting. Ahmed opened a bottle of red wine he had bought from the nearby supermarket, and Karim brought a second one. They sat on the floor in the living room because the couch was too small to fit all three. The music was low, and the wine flowed. After the first bottle, their shoulders relaxed. After the second, their laughter grew louder and their words less guarded. Youssef sat between them, his knee touching Ahmed's on one side and Karim's on the other. No one moved it away.

Karim was the first to dare. He reached out and placed his hand on Yusuf's thigh—not gently, but with a light yet unmistakable pressure. Yusuf didn't move. Ahmed watched the movement from the corner of his eye, then raised his glass and drank slowly. When Karim moved his hand slightly higher, toward the inner side of the thigh, Yusuf looked at him, then at Ahmed. No one said a word. That night ended with hesitant kisses between Karim and Yusuf on the couch, while Ahmed smoked a cigarette on the balcony, pretending not to hear the ragged breathing from inside. But he heard everything. The next night was bolder.

Ahmed entered the bathroom while Karim was showering. The steam was thick. Karim hadn't fully closed the door. Ahmed stood before the mirror, rinsing his mouth, then turned. Karim stood under the shower, his back wet, his hand moving slowly over his erect member. Their eyes met in the mirror. Karim didn't stop. Ahmed quietly closed the door behind him and took off his shirt. He approached until he stood directly behind Karim. He placed his hands on Karim's wet waist, then slid one hand forward and grasped Karim's member over his own hand. Karim let out a long moan and leaned back. Ahmed kissed the back of his neck, then gently bit his earlobe. They continued like this until Karim came in Ahmed's hand, then turned and knelt before him. Ahmed slowly inserted his member into Karim's mouth, holding the back of his head, pushing deep until Karim choked slightly, then continuing. When Ahmed neared his climax, he withdrew and deposited the white fluid onto Karim's tongue and lips.

Kareem swallowed what he could and licked the rest. Youssef was in the living room, hearing everything. When they emerged from the bathroom wrapped only in towels, Youssef was sitting on the sofa, his trousers clearly bulging. He looked at them and said in a low voice: "I didn't need to sit outside." That night, the three of them slept in the large bed after they pushed the two single beds together. Ahmed was in the middle. Kareem kissed Youssef first, his tongue diving deep into his mouth, while Ahmed's hand slipped inside Youssef's trousers and began to slowly stroke his member. Youssef trembled. Ahmed completely removed his trousers, turned him onto his side, then placed his head between his thighs and began to lick the head of his member with his tongue, while Kareem sucked on Youssef's nipples and gently pressed on his neck. Youssef came quickly, his muffled voice in Kareem's mouth.

Afterward, they switched positions. Yusuf knelt between Ahmed's legs and took his penis into his mouth for the first time. He was hesitant at first, but grew bolder when Ahmed placed his hand on Yusuf's head and face. From behind, Kareem slowly inserted a wet finger into Yusuf's anus, then two fingers, until Yusuf relaxed completely and began pushing his hips backward, asking for more. When Kareem finally entered him with his penis, Yusuf moaned loudly, his face buried in Ahmed's stomach, while Ahmed held his head and guided him to swallow deeper.

They continued for hours. Each one entered the other. Ahmed penetrated Kareem from behind while Kareem sucked Yusuf. Then they switched until all three were connected at once: Ahmed inside Yusuf, Yusuf inside Kareem, or vice versa. Sweat covered their bodies, the bed was soaked, and the sounds mixed moans with dirty words they had never dared to say in the office.

Since that night, there were no more boundaries. In the mornings, they would wake up tangled together. In the evenings after work, they would strip off their clothes the moment they entered the apartment. Sometimes it would start in the kitchen: Yusuf standing in front of the fridge, Ahmed kneeling behind him, spreading his legs and licking his buttocks until he was completely relaxed, then entering him while standing. Karim would come from the front and put his member in Yusuf's mouth. Sometimes on the couch, sometimes in the bathroom under the hot shower, and sometimes directly on the floor. They took turns in every role. Ahmed liked to dominate, holding their necks and telling them how to move. Karim liked to penetrate and be penetrated at the same time. Yusuf discovered that he loved being used by both of them together, being between them, feeling two members filling him at the same moment: one in his mouth and one in his ass, or vice versa.

Once, after a third bottle of wine, they laid Youssef on his back on the bed, lifted his legs high, and Ahmed slowly entered his anus while Karim knelt over his face and lowered himself into his throat. They continued until Youssef was filled from both sides, then they switched places without ever fully withdrawing. When it was over, Youssef trembled, white fluid dripping from his mouth and his anus onto the sheets, his eyes half-closed from exhaustion and pleasure.

They never spoke of it at the office. They passed each other in the hallways as if nothing had happened. But in the apartment, every night grew bolder than the last. The boundaries they had tried to maintain at first vanished completely, replaced by a shared desire that needed little words.

The small apartment no longer felt cramped. It had become the only place where they could be who they truly wanted to be, without masks, without limits, and without hiding anything from one another.