My Curious Straight Friend | E8

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

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This Time, He Wanted to Be the One Inside Me.

We lay next to each other, silently. His chest rose and fell slowly. My body was still trembling from intense fulfillment. With my head resting on his shoulder, I could feel his breath on my temple. It was warmer than before. Deeper. Calmer.

Suddenly, Kyle moved gently and looked at me from the side. There was something new in his eyes, a softness mixed with uncertainty, as if he was only now allowing himself to ask the question he had wanted to ask for a long time.

"Can I do it now?"

I didn't pretend to be surprised. I just lifted the corner of my mouth.

"Of course you can," I replied without hesitation.

There was one sentence in my head, clear and indisputable: "I've been waiting for this moment. I wanted to feel him finally take me for real."

I sat down on the bed, leaning on my hands, and my body slowly returned to tension. I looked at him, his face was full of concentration, as if he was making a decision that would change everything. Maybe it was.

"Show me what you've learned," I said softly, slightly provocatively.

I wanted him. All of him. This new Kyle who not only wanted to feel, but also wanted to give.

He didn't answer with words. He just nodded and reached for the lube , as if he knew exactly what to do now.

I knelt on the bed, stuck my ass out, consciously, with control, but with tension in my muscles that I didn't hide. I knew he was watching. That he had to watch. And that his gaze was as important as his touch.

There was silence behind me. The kind that said more than words. Finally, I felt the mattress bend as Kyle approached. Unhurriedly. I felt him getting closer and closer, each step bringing him not only closer to my body, but to a decision that could no longer be reversed.

I heard the click of the bottle. Then the cool touch of his fingers. Shaky, but confident. He spread the lube around my entrance, focused, as if memorizing every reaction of my body. I shivered. I knew he could feel every contraction, every breath, every moan. And I wanted him to feel it.

"Just the tip now. Slowly. Give me a moment to adjust," I whispered.

Kyle didn't answer. Instead, I felt his cock touch my entrance, lightly, uncertainly. He was trembling. But he was hard, ready. And that combination of excitement and shyness was damn sexy.

"Take a deep breath," I added, more to myself than to him.

And then he pushed. Gently. Slowly. I felt the head of his cock begin to push me apart, press against me, search for the entrance. And he found it. He slid inside with sensitivity, with respect, but without hesitation.

My body tensed and relaxed at the same time, as if fighting with itself and with excitement.

"I felt his cock pushing... pushing me apart. Perfectly."

Kyle was inside me. For the first time. All the way. And instead of chaos, I felt absolute calm. His breathing was shallow, as if he couldn't believe this was really happening. My body accepted him, but the tension didn't go away, it buzzed under my skin, tickling my spine. I could feel his cock pulsing lightly inside me, as if he were learning me from the inside.

He didn't move right away. He paused. As if he wanted to check if everything was okay.

"Breathe," I said quietly.

I heard him swallow. Then his hands rested gently on my hips. And then, the first movement. A slow withdrawal, almost to the very end, and then re-entry. Careful. Uncertain. But... conscious. My body responded instinctively, I lifted my hips, surrendered to the rhythm.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Mhm..." I sighed. "Now slowly. And deeper. Find that spot."

He did it. He bent his hips slightly, changed the angle. He slid in again. This time he hit the spot. My whole body reacted, I moaned loudly, arched my back, feeling his cock hit me exactly where it should.

"He was careful... but he knew what he wanted. Every movement said, 'You belong to me.'"

Kyle found his rhythm. Gentle but firm. With each thrust, he became more confident. Deeper. My hips were already in his hands, and I was... completely devoted.

"Do you like it?" he asked, whispering, but with a confidence I hadn't heard in him before.

"Of course. Keep going," I said through clenched teeth, pushing my hips against him.

And he did. Deeper with every movement. More with every sigh.

Kyle's movements were heavier now. Wet with lube, with tension, with what was happening between us. He held me tight, his hands clenching my hips as if he was afraid I might disappear. Each thrust was deeper. Stronger. More violent. But still with that strange kind of tenderness that only comes when you really feel someone.

I could hear his breath right above me. Broken, tense, full of emotions he probably didn't understand himself. My body was no longer trembling, it was pulsing. It responded to him, pulling him deeper. I wanted him there, inside me. For good.

He started to speed up. With every second, he hit me with more force, but he didn't lose control. He was focused, completely present. My hips were hitting his lower abdomen, sounds filling the room: wet smacks, moans, muffled sighs.

I could feel he was about to come. And he could feel it too.

"Matt..." he whispered, almost pleadingly, as if asking for permission.

"Yes, Kyle. Inside. I want it. Finish inside me," I replied, pushing my hips back harder.

He moaned long and hard. The last few thrusts were desperate, full of passion. And then... he froze. He pushed in as deep as he could. His body arched. His head thrown back. He was trembling, all over. And I felt his cum flooding me from inside, hot, intense, unstoppable.

For a moment, neither of us moved. Him inside me. Me underneath him. Two bodies united in a moment of truth.

Kyle slowly slid out of me. He lay down next to me, facing me.

"Now I know what it's like," he said quietly. "And I don't want it with anyone else."

I looked at him. I didn't answer. I didn't have to. Everything had already been said. By my body. By his gaze. By our breath.