I was sitting on the couch when I heard the doorbell ring. I thought it was the courier, but when I opened the door, Jon was standing there. My favorite sight, though I never admitted it out loud. That smile of his... damn, he could disarm anyone with it. Handsome in a way that didn't need any muscles or posing. A normal, masculine build, broad shoulders under a thin jacket, slightly tanned skin, hair slightly messy, as if he had just gotten out of bed. And eyes that always looked straight ahead, as if he was never ashamed of anything.
He came in uninvited, sat down on my couch, and took something out of his backpack. He threw it on the table, sighed, and said:
“Dude... my girlfriend is going away for a week. She gave me a gift. A Fleshlight.” He paused, then added more quietly, “Because I'm often... well, horny. And so I don't go crazy from lack of sex when she's away. But I have no idea how to use it. Can you help me?”
My heart literally stopped for a second. I looked at him, at his face, at his slightly embarrassed smile. I pretended to be calm, but inside I was sucked in.
“Fleshlight?” I repeated, picking up the toy. New, unused. “You've never tried it?”
He shook his head, resting his elbows on his knees.
“I wanted someone to show me how. I thought... you... knew.”
Jon's eyes sparkled in a way that said it all, he was really excited about this. And I, although I tried to remain calm, felt disarmed by it. I took the Fleshlight in my hand, unscrewed the cover, and ran my fingers over the soft entrance. I glanced at him again and again, he sat relaxed, as if it were the most normal thing in the world that he came to me to teach him how to use it.
“Okay,” I said finally, pretending to be cool. “I can show you. But we're doing this properly.”
Jon smiled wider, leaning more comfortably against the couch.
“That's what I was hoping for.”
At that moment, I knew one thing: this wasn't going to end with just instruction.
“So, should I get undressed?” he asked, looking at me with that half-smile that always did something to my stomach.
I nodded and reached for the bottle of lube in the drawer.
“If we're going to do this right, yes. A Fleshlight doesn't work through jeans.”
Jon laughed but didn't protest. He stood up, grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt, and pulled it over his head in one motion. His body, not overly muscular but perfect, emerged before me with all its natural confidence. A smooth chest, a delicate line of muscles on his stomach, and those damn sexy shoulders that always distracted me. He slid his shorts off without hesitation, and when his boxers followed, my gaze automatically drifted downward.
Jon's cock was already semi-hard. Thick. Long. So perfect that it took my breath away for a second. With a darker ring under the glans, pulsing slightly, as if the sight of it alone was enough to give him an erection. He had the body of a guy who moves but doesn't go to the gym, naturally defined, muscles without exaggeration. Sensual. Real.
He sat back down on the couch, legs spread casually, and I knelt in front of him with the fleshlight in my hands.
“Okay. The first thing you need to do is lubricate it well,” I said, unscrewing the casing. "See the inside? There are different textures in there that are meant to feel good, but without lube, they can irritate.
I squeezed a few squirts of lube inside and slid two fingers in to spread it deep, all the way to the end. Jon watched my fingers moving inside the toy and swallowed.
“Don't forget about yourself,” I said, handing him the bottle.
Jon squeezed some onto his hand and spread the gel over his cock, slowly, from the base to the tip.
My fingers glided over the taut skin, leaving a moist sheen.
“Now like this,” I continued. “It's best to sit slightly bent over with your legs apart. Hold it at an angle so that your cock doesn't bend at the entrance.
”How deep?" he asked.
I smiled, not taking my eyes off his body.
“As far as it goes. But slowly. Slide in, don't thrust. The Fleshlight will pull you in.”
Jon grabbed the toy. And then I noticed that his cock was already fully hard. Ready. The veins on the shaft were bulging, pulsing. His fingers trembled slightly, but not from uncertainty, from excitement.
“Ready?” I asked quietly.
He nodded.
And I felt that I had just opened something that I would not be able to close.
Jon grabbed the fleshlight as I told him to, one hand underneath, the other resting on his thigh. He spread his legs wider, sat deeper into the cushions, and looked at me as if seeking confirmation. I just gave him a short, quiet smile.
He pressed the glans against the soft entrance and did nothing for a second. He just held it there, as if the moment of contact alone was intense enough. Then he lifted himself slightly and... slowly pushed his way inside.
The Fleshlight made a wet, slick sound from the lube, and I watched as his cock disappeared into the silicone, inch by inch.
“Just like that,” I said quietly. “See? Don’t force it. It pulls you in on its own.”
Jon closed his eyes, parted his lips, and sighed.
“Fuck, that's... weird. But good.”
“It'll get going,” I muttered, resting my elbows on my knees. I was at the level of his thighs, a few inches from his moving body. The Fleshlight in his hand, his throbbing cock inside, his abdominal muscles twitching with each thrust.
He began to move, slowly, rhythmically. At first, short movements, only a few inches back and forth. Then deeper and deeper. The wet sound of each thrust filled the room, and I felt myself harden in my pants. I couldn't take my eyes off what he was doing.
His body was tense, but relaxed in the shoulders. As if he had forgotten I was in the room. But he knew. He knew perfectly well. And that's why it was so fucking exciting.
“So?” I asked, my voice lower, drier.
“I can feel everything,” he replied. “Every detail inside.”
“It's just plastic.” I smiled. “But it works anyway.”
“Fuck, it works too well...”
His hips quickened. The toy moved in his hands with perfect rhythm, and my gaze wandered down again: to his balls, which bounced with every thrust; to the line of muscles on his thighs, which tensed more and more.
There was no plastic in my head anymore. There was no toy. I saw his cock moving in my hole. I felt his weight on me. His hands on my hips. His breath on my neck.
I clenched my fingers on the armrest and said nothing. I waited for him to cum.
Jon was breathing harder and harder, his hips hitting the gadget with a rhythm that could no longer be controlled. I could hear everything, the wet, moist smacking, the moans muffled by clenched teeth, the rustle of his body rubbing against the fabric of the couch.
He was close.
He didn't have to say anything. A glance was enough, his eyes half-closed, focused on nothing, his lips parted, his fingers clenching the toy. His cock was all the way in, right to the base. One more, two more deep thrusts and...
“Oh fuck...” he gasped, his hips suddenly tensing.
He froze.
He pushed all the way in and groaned throatily, his body stiff as a string. The Fleshlight stopped, stuck deep inside, right up to the rim. He trembled and... came. Inside, profusely, with a full discharge. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I felt like I could come just from watching.
Jon slumped onto the couch, his head falling back, his eyes closed, his body sticky with sweat. The toy was still stuck on his cock, wet with cum and gel.
After a few seconds, he slowly took it off, sighing as if he didn't want to part with the feeling.
“Fuck...” he whispered. “That was sick. But... awesome.”
I smiled, still sitting across from him.
“See? It's not that hard to use.”
He opened his eyes and looked at me as if he was only now really seeing me.
“Honestly? Better than some girls... the ones who talk a lot and then nothing comes of it.”
He scratched his stomach and added more quietly,
“Tomorrow... maybe we can do it again? Only... maybe this time you can hold it for me? So I can focus on fucking?”
Before I answered, I looked at his cock, still hard, glistening with the remains of gel.
“Sure,” I said, barely suppressing a smile. “Tomorrow we'll do it better. Much better.”
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