A knock on the door broke the quiet atmosphere of the evening. I was lying on the bed, shirtless, wearing only boxer shorts, browsing something on my phone. Surprised, I got up and went to the door.
Ethan.
He stood in the doorway wearing a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, his bangs tousled and tension written all over his face. He didn't speak right away, looking at me intently, as if weighing every breath.
“Can we talk?” he asked quietly.
I stepped aside, letting him in. I closed the door, and he sat down on the edge of my bed, as if he knew this room better than himself. I could see that he was struggling to find the words, so I sat down next to him and remained silent. Finally, he spoke.
“For some time now... something's been on my mind. And I don't know who to talk to about it.” He swallowed. “It's about... anal sex.”
He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, as if checking to see if I would laugh. I did nothing.
“I like it. By myself. I put a dildo in. It gives me... relief. I feel, I don't know, free. Real.” He paused for a moment. "But what really blew me away... was that night. When I saw you naked. Your cock... hanging there so loosely, naturally... I couldn't get it out of my head. I thought about what it would be like... to feel you inside me.
He fell silent. The room became stuffy. The words he had spoken vibrated between us like a taut string.
I didn't respond right away. Ethan sat next to me, naked with emotion, as if the very fact that he had said it cost him more than he could bear. But he didn't run away. He didn't look away. He looked at me with that strange combination of uncertainty and courage.
“Ethan...” I said quietly, but not questioningly. More like someone who had just realized that this was all really happening.
“I know it's a lot. That it's sick, maybe, I don't know...” he mumbled and looked away. “But I don't want to hide it anymore. I want... you to fuck me.”
He said it as if he were throwing off something that had been burning inside him for a long time. The words were simple, brutally honest. I froze. I got up from the bed and stood in front of him. He was still sitting, his head slightly bowed, his hands clenched on his thighs. They were shaking. Uncertainty hung in the air like thunder before a storm.
“Are you sure that’s what you want from me?” I asked in a low voice, looking him straight in the eye.
He nodded. Gently. As if each nod weighed a ton.
“Yes. From you. Only from you.”
The silence became heavy, sticky, saturated with heat. His confession still resonated in my head. And something raw began to grow inside me. Dominant. I understood that he hadn't come here just for sex. He had come to give himself.
“Stand up,” I said calmly, but with a tone that meant I didn't have to repeat myself.
Ethan stood up slowly, without a word. Tense, heated with emotion, as if the very act of standing in front of me was already something intimate. I moved closer. I touched his shoulder. His skin was warm, breathing nervously, as if it was waiting for this touch.
“Take off your shirt. Your pants. Everything.”
He looked me in the eyes as he slowly took off his clothes. Layer by layer, until he was completely naked, his cock slightly drooping, but his body tense. I could see his chest moving. He was breathing deeply, exactly as I had told him to. Without a word. He waited. Obedient.
“Good,” I said and touched his neck, slowly sliding my hand down to his lower back. He shivered. “I want you to feel. Not just me. But yourself.”
I reached for the lube and squeezed it onto my hand. I started spreading it over his ass, slowly, thoroughly, with care, as if it were a ritual. I could feel him breathing steadily, his leg trembling. I slid one finger in, slowly, firmly, without warning. A quiet moan escaped his throat, and his hips instinctively moved backward, exactly as I wanted.
“Relax. Breathe. You're safe.”
I added a second finger, twisting them gently inside him. His body tensed, then relaxed. He was ready. I took off my boxers. My cock was hard, swollen, wet with pre-cum. I covered it with a layer of lube and stood behind him.
Ethan leaned against the bed, spreading his legs wider. His ass looked like an invitation, a silent command: come in. I leaned down and whispered in his ear:
“You'll feel me slowly.”
I pressed the tip against his entrance. Ethan let out a quiet moan. I pushed in, millimeter by millimeter, until our bodies met in a full, wet, unhurried connection. And then what we had both been waiting for began.
The movements were smooth, precise, full of weight and focus. I held him tightly by the hips, thrusting into him slowly, all the way in, and then withdrawing almost completely, only to enter again, deeply, rhythmically. Ethan breathed loudly, irregularly, as if each inhalation was a struggle for control and each exhalation an attempt to surrender it.
“Fuck... Matt...” he whispered. His fingers clenched the edge of the mattress, his body trembling with every thrust. “Aren't you... too deep?”
“No,” I whispered, leaning over him, wet with sweat and tension. “I'm exactly where you want me to be.”
I pushed harder, all the way in, and stayed there until his body began to pulsate gently around my cock. I could feel it. How it was opening up. How it was surrendering. How it was accepting everything, without resistance.
I started moving faster, harder. With each passing minute, his moans grew louder, less controlled. I leaned over and grabbed the back of his neck, forcing him to lift his head.
“I want to hear you, Ethan. Tell me what you want.”
His voice was muffled, broken, but clear:
“Cum inside me... I beg you. Fill me with your cum. I want to feel it, all of it...”
Those words exploded inside me like fire. I grabbed him tighter and started fucking him with short, deep thrusts until I felt the familiar tightening in my lower abdomen. I pushed myself as far as I could, melting into him and...
“Ethan,” I growled as I came inside him.
The release was intense, warm, and long. I could feel his body trembling, his breath breaking. He was all mine. Literally.
I stayed inside him for a moment, feeling him close around me, holding me inside. After a moment, I gently withdrew. Ethan collapsed onto the bed, naked, trembling, but... calm.
He turned his head. He smiled slightly.
“I didn't know this was how I was supposed to feel.”
I looked at him without saying anything. But I knew that something between us had just changed. Forever.
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