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My Curious Straight Friend | E7
🕑 Added 2026-01-28 15:30:02 +0000 UTCAll characters in this story are over 18 years of age.
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He Wanted to Know What It Feels Like to Be Fucked.
I saw him at the door and knew right away that something was different. It was the same Kyle, with the same smile, the same loose sweatshirt, the same way he shifts from foot to foot when he's nervous. But his gaze was different. Deeper. Calmer... and a little shy.
I let him in without a word, and he walked into the living room as usual, sat on the edge of the couch, and started playing with his sleeve. He was silent. He waited for me to say something.
I smiled to myself.
"So what do you want to experience today?" I asked quietly, with a hint of humor but also a hint of something else.
He lowered his gaze.
"I think that's all..."
I looked at him for a moment. I could see it in him. He said "all," but his body betrayed something else, and then I thought:
Oh no, not all. The best is still ahead of you. But you're afraid to ask.
I moved closer. Calmly, without pressure.
"Are you sure? Because I think there's something else missing."
He pressed his lips together. His head was still bowed. But when he looked up at me, his eyes were different.
"You're right..." he said. "I'd really like to. But I didn't know how you'd react. And I don't know what it would be like..."
I gently touched his knee.
"What do you want, Kyle?"
He fell silent. He took a deep breath.
And then, almost in a whisper, as if casting a spell:
"I want... you to fuck me. So I can feel it."
The way he said it, honestly, embarrassed, but with no turning back, made my whole body tremble. My cock was already half hard from the mere thought.
I looked him in the eyes.
"Then we'll start from the beginning. Slowly."
Kyle swallowed and nodded.
He was ready. Even if he was scared.
I sat down next to him on the couch. I didn't touch him right away. I wanted him to hear my voice first, that calm, composed tone he knew so well. That's what he needed. A safe space before he gave me something he had never given anyone else.
"Listen," I began.
"Before I fuck you... I want you to know what's going to happen."
He nodded slowly, attentively.
I could feel him focusing on every word.
"First, I'll lubricate you. Lots of lube. I'll spread it slowly around your entrance to help you relax."
He began to breathe more deeply. I continued talking.
"Then I'll start teasing you with the tip of my cock. Just teasing, pressing. I won't enter right away. I'll let you get used to it."
He swallowed.
"And finally... I'll slide inside. Slowly. Inch by inch, so you can feel everything.
I looked into his eyes.
"The stretching, the pressure, the shape of my cock, the throbbing inside you.
His cheeks flushed.
He opened his mouth, but instead of words, he just exhaled.
"Do you want me to do that to you?" I asked quietly.
"Yes. Very much," he replied almost silently.
I moved closer, touching his neck with my fingertips. He looked me in the eyes, not looking away, as if he was already trying to feel everything that was about to happen.
We began to undress. Slowly. Every movement was a decision. His hands were slightly tense, but they weren't shaking. When he slipped my shirt off, I stroked his neck. He returned the gesture, taking off his sweatshirt. His pants and boxers fell silently to the floor, and when we were both naked, we stood silently for a moment, looking at each other.
My cock was almost hard. I didn't even have to touch myself.
The atmosphere alone was enough for my body to understand what was going to happen today.
I nodded toward the bedroom.
"Come on. I'll show you what you want so badly."
Kyle lay down on the bed, looking at me as if I were about to take control of his entire body. And that's exactly what I intended to do.
"On all fours," I said softly. "So I can see you well."
He turned and knelt down. He leaned his hands on the mattress and raised his buttocks high. He positioned himself exactly as I wanted.
I approached slowly, lube in my hand.
I squeezed the gel onto my fingers and gently spread it around his entrance. He moaned softly at the first touch, the coolness of the lube meeting the hot tension of his body.
I spread it slowly, making circles, pressing with my fingers with sensitivity.
"Breathe," I murmured. "Relax."
He nodded. His back trembled.
As his body began to open up, I grabbed my cock. I was already hard, throbbing, full. I guided the tip between his buttocks and just touched it to his entrance.
Kyle held his breath.
"It's just me," I whispered. "Can you feel me?"
"Yes..." he replied. "Very much."
I started to move. Not entering, just teasing him with the tip, a flick, a push, a pull. His hips moved back on their own, slightly, as if his body knew what to do.
And then... I started to enter.
Slowly. Inch by inch.
His breath caught for a moment, then turned into a quiet groan.
He was tight. Hot. Perfect.
I entered him slowly, deeper with each moment, feeling his muscles wrap around me, trying to hold me back and let me in at the same time.
When I was all the way in, I stopped.
"Now feel it. Every millimeter. The shape of my cock. How deep I am inside you."
He didn't answer. But he didn't have to. He just moaned, quietly, deeply.
And he didn't pull back an inch.
I started to move slowly. First, short, deep movements, as if I wanted to check if his body could keep up with what I was giving him. Each thrust was deliberate, I went deep, pulling back just enough to fill him with my whole self again.
Kyle moaned louder, pushing back harder. His back arched, his hands clenched the sheets as if he were holding on to reality by his fingertips.
I sped up. The rhythm became more confident, heavier. My hips hit him regularly, deeply, and I felt his body opening up more and more, beginning to accept me without resistance. He was hot, tight, a perfect fit. Each thrust drew another moan from him.
I put my hands on his hips and held him tight, taking full control of the pace.
"Yes... exactly like that," I muttered. "That's what I wanted."
Kyle cried out, no longer ashamed of anything.
"Fuck me... Matt... more... don't stop..."
That was all I needed. The rhythm became unstoppable, deep, powerful. I felt the tension building in my stomach, my spine, every nerve. His body responded to me completely, arching back, taking me all the way in, as if that was where he belonged.
I held out to the limit.
And then I thrust into him one last time, as deep as I could, and came. A long, drawn-out moan escaped my throat as my cum filled him from the inside. I stopped inside him, feeling the pulsing, the warmth, that moment of absolute connection.
It was a moment when he belonged only to me. And I to him.
We stayed like that for a few seconds. Just breathing. Just bodies.
Finally, Kyle fell face down on the pillow and laughed softly, tired, broken, happy.
"Fuck..." he said, half-joking, half-serious. "Now I understand."
And I knew that we had just crossed a line, after which nothing would ever be "the same" again.
