The Friend
“You’re fucking amazing,” he said again, still catching his breath, his cock resting heavy and spent in my hand. I could feel the slickness of his cum on my fingers, warm and sticky, and I couldn’t help but rub it into my palm like some kind of forbidden lotion. He chuckled, watching me with those dark, knowing eyes. “You know, I’ve got a mate,” he said casually, as if he were suggesting we grab a beer. “Horny as hell. You ever been fucked?”
My stomach dropped. Fucked? I’d barely wrapped my head around what had just happened, let alone the idea of going further. “I… uh,” I stammered, my face heating up. “No. I’m a virgin.”
He grinned, leaning back against the car seat, his musky scent filling the air. “Well, we can fix that.” His voice was low, almost a purr, and it sent shivers down my spine. He scribbled an address on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. “Be there in an hour. Don’t chicken out this time.”
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The rain had stopped by the time I pulled up to the address—a small, dimly lit apartment building tucked away off the main road. My hands were shaking as I knocked on the door, my heart pounding so loud I was sure they could hear it from inside. The door opened, and there he was, standing in the doorway with that same confident smirk. Behind him, I could see two other men—a Latino guy with a chiseled jaw and a body that looked like it belonged on a magazine cover, and another guy, slightly older, already shirtless with a look in his eyes that made my knees weak.
“Glad you made it,” he said, stepping aside to let me in. The air inside was thick with heat and the faint scent of sweat and musk. My mouth went dry.
The Latino guy stepped forward, his eyes raking over me like he was sizing me up. “This him?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth.
“Yeah. Meet Carlos,” he said, gesturing to the Latino guy. “And that’s Marcus,” he added, nodding toward the older man.
Carlos smirked, unbuttoning his jeans with a practiced ease. “You ever done this before?” he asked, his tone teasing.
I shook my head, my throat too tight to speak.
He chuckled, sliding his jeans down to reveal his cock—huge, at least nine inches, thick and uncut, already half-hard. My eyes widened, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. “Don’t worry,” he said, stepping closer. “We’ll take care of you.”
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Within minutes, the room was alive with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, moans filling the air like a symphony. Carlos had me on all fours, his hands gripping my hips as he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the stretch, the sensation overwhelming yet electric. He was big, so big I thought I might split in two, but the pain quickly gave way to something deeper, a primal need that I didn’t even know I had.
“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and husky as he pressed deeper. I could feel every inch of him inside me, stretching me open, filling me completely. My hands gripped the sheets as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Marcus was on his knees in front of me, his cock inches from my face. “Open up,” he growled, and I did, eagerly taking him into my mouth. He was thicker than Carlos, with a vein that pulsed against my tongue as I bobbed my head up and down. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me, and I could hear him groaning above me as I worked him over.
And then there was him, standing behind Carlos, watching with a satisfied grin as he stroked his cock, already hard again. “You look good like this,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Taking it like a champ.”
I could feel myself losing control, my body responding to their touch in ways I never thought possible. Carlos’ thrusts became faster, harder, his balls slapping against me with every movement. Marcus was fucking my face now, his cock hitting the back of my throat as I gagged and moaned around him.
“I’m close,” Carlos growled, his hands tightening on my hips. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”
He came with a loud groan, his cock pulsing inside me as he shot thick ropes of cum deep into my ass. I could feel it, warm and wet, filling me up as he shuddered above me.
Marcus wasn’t far behind. With a low grunt, he pulled out of my mouth and came all over my face, his cum splashing across my cheeks and chin. It was thick and creamy, the smell musky and heady as it dripped down onto my chest.
And then it was his turn. He stepped forward, his cock heavy and slick in his hand as he aimed it at me. “Open wide,” he said, and I did, sticking out my tongue as he stroked himself. His cum shot out in thick, gooey strands, landing on my tongue and lips. It was different from the others—hotter, more intense—and I swallowed eagerly, not wanting to waste a drop.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his last few spurts landing on my nose and chin before he collapsed onto the bed beside me. Carlos and Marcus followed suit, their bodies heavy and spent as they fell into a sweaty pile of limbs.
For a moment, we all lay there in silence, breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. And then Carlos chuckled, breaking the tension. “Not bad for a virgin,” he said, clapping me on the shoulder.
I grinned, still trying to catch my breath. “So… when can we do this again?”
Carlos laughed again, leaning back against the pillows. “Whenever you want, man. Whenever you want.”
Marcus smirked, his hand trailing down my chest. “You think you can handle more?”
I looked at him, my heart racing again as I felt the heat between us reignite. “I—”
“Good,” he interrupted, his voice low and hungry. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
