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My Curious Straight Friend | E3
🕑 Added 2026-01-20 15:30:05 +0000 UTCAll characters in this story are over 18 years of age.
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He Wanted to Feel What It’s Like When a Guy Licks Your Ass.
I didn't expect him so soon. He came back the very next day. He just knocked, and when I opened the door, he stood on the threshold with the same expression as last time, only this time there was less shame and more determination in it.
"Can we talk?" he asked quietly.
I let him in without asking any questions. I closed the door behind him and turned around calmly. He stood in the hallway, moving his hands slightly, as if he had to shake something off them.
"I've been reading about it all evening," he said suddenly. "On forums, in comments... guys write that it's one of the most amazing experiences they've ever had. That they've never felt anything so intense.
He looked at me.
"One guy wrote, 'I thought I knew what pleasure was until a guy started licking my ass. I thought I was going to explode.
He paused for a moment.
"And you know what? I want to understand it. I want to feel what it's like. I want you to show me."
I looked at him calmly, without surprise.
"Rimming?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"Yes. I know it sounds weird. But something in me wants to try it. You already know how... and you trust your body. I'm just getting started."
There was no provocation in his voice. There was no game. There was a pure desire to understand himself through touch.
I moved closer.
"If you're ready... I'll show you."
He nodded. Quietly. But confidently.
"Today... I want to know what it's like when a guy touches you there... not with his hand. Not with his cock. Only with his tongue."
I smiled gently.
"Then let's begin."
He stood still, uncertain but ready.
"Tell me what to do," he whispered.
I approached him, touched his side, just brushed it.
"Undress."
He nodded and began to take off his shirt, then his pants. I watched his every move, not lustfully, but with the soft, calm attention you reserve for someone who is giving you control.
He slid off his boxers. He was naked.
"On the bed," I said quietly. "On all fours."
He looked at me over his shoulder, slightly embarrassed, but he didn't protest. He got on the mattress, supporting himself on his hands and knees. He bent his arms, raising his hips slightly higher. His ass was exposed, open, tense. And damn perfect.
I moved closer and crouched behind him. My hands slid over his thighs, warm skin, smooth, firm. His ass was incredible. Shaped, as if formed precisely for the tongue. It was clean. Smooth. As if he had prepared himself. I felt myself getting warmer.
"Did you shave?" I whispered.
He started laughing nervously.
"I don't know... I thought maybe... it would be worth it."
"It's worth it," I replied calmly. "Your ass looks like it's begging to be licked."
I leaned closer and whispered in his ear:
"First you'll feel my breath. Then my tongue. Slowly. I'll explore you thoroughly. And you just breathe.
I could feel him trembling.
I placed my hands on his hips, holding him in place.
"If anything surprises you, say so. But it's normal for the body to react strongly. That's the point."
Kyle sighed quietly, his back rising and falling.
He was ready.
And I was going to show him everything.
I moved closer slowly. His legs were spread, his buttocks raised, his hands dug into the mattress. His whole body was tense. My hands held him firmly, gently spreading his buttocks. And when I took a deep breath through my nose and smelled him, clean, warm, human, I knew it was going to be intense for both of us.
I leaned down and at first there was just my breath. He could feel it. I could tell by the slight shiver that ran down his back. Then the first touch of my tongue, a gentle brush of the edge, calm, as if I just wanted to let him know I was there.
He moaned softly. And when I moved my tongue deeper, making slow circles, his hips moved slightly, as if he wanted more but didn't know how to ask for it yet.
I continued licking. Slowly. Thoroughly. I felt every millimeter, the softness, the warmth, the tension of his muscles. I slid my tongue deeper between his buttocks, pressing lightly, exploring every nook and cranny of his body. He was smooth, taut, as if made to be kissed and tasted.
Kyle moaned again. Louder.
"This... is strange and wonderful at the same time..." he whispered, as if afraid to judge what he was feeling.
I smiled.
My tongue worked steadily. Sometimes I circled around, sometimes I dug a little deeper. I sucked gently, then licked again, more wetly, more intensely. His body began to breathe at its own rhythm, his hips moved in response, his thighs tensed, his hands clenched the sheet.
At one point, he lifted his head, looked over his shoulder, and saw that I was already hard. My cock was standing out clearly, outlined against my shorts.
"Are you getting hard? From that?!"
I looked him in the eyes.
"Of course. Your ass is too perfect not to get turned on."
And I returned to his body. To the taste. To the sounds. To the tension that was becoming his new reality with every passing second.
I licked him deeper and deeper. My tongue worked non-stop, slow, slippery movements on the most sensitive part of his body. Kyle was already breathing through his mouth, with his whole being, as if trying to catch oxygen between waves of sensation. His hips began to tremble, he arched unconsciously, tensed his thighs, clenched his hands on the sheet like someone who doesn't know whether to defend himself or give everything away.
He didn't say another word. His moans became deeper, quieter, more raw. His body took control.
I ran my hand over his loins, feeling how hot his skin was. I kissed him between his buttocks, then slid my tongue in again. Deeper. Wetter. Sucking lightly, exploring him from the inside. And then it happened.
Kyle trembled all over, as if a wave of electricity had shaken him.
"I... I..." he gasped. But he didn't finish.
I looked down and saw a drop of pre-cum flow out of his cock. Then another. I hadn't even touched him with my finger.
I smiled to myself, but I didn't stop. I sucked him even harder, my tongue swirling around the tight ring of muscles. He was perfectly open. Perfectly mine.
Suddenly his whole body clenched and then he exploded. He shot without being touched, shaking under my hands. His cum hit the sheet beneath him, warm and thick, and he moaned long and hard until he finally collapsed onto his forearms, exhausted.
I stayed behind him for a moment. I stroked his back. I kissed the skin above his sacrum gently. And then I sat down next to him.
Kyle was lying on his stomach, breathing deeply, his eyes closed. After a moment, he whispered:
"I had no idea a guy could feel like that... It was like an explosion."
"And this is just the beginning," I said quietly. "Your body is just learning."
He opened his eyes. He turned his head toward me. And then he did it, a gesture I will remember for a long time.
He didn't say anything else. He just looked at me, lying naked, his butt still raised, as if he wanted to say only one thing:
I'm ready for more.
