It was evening. I came back from the café exhausted, so tired that I could barely hold my phone in my hand. I just wanted to throw myself on the sofa, close my eyes, and shut everything out. I walked into the living room and... froze. Kyle was already there. He was sprawled out on the couch in his boxer shorts. All sweaty, fresh from the gym. His muscles were tense, his body moist, tanned, smelling of exertion. His chest glistened, and the fabric on his thighs was a barely noticeable border.
“Yo,” he muttered, as if we were old friends. “I have a question.”
I sat down slowly, trying not to stare at his body, which was practically attacking me from every angle.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Do you think I have a big dick?” he said with that half-smile of his.
I choked on my saliva. I looked at him, searching for irony. But he just stared calmly. Seriously.
“Listen, I don't know why you're saying this...”
“Because I'm wondering. Everyone says it's big, but I have nothing to compare it to. So I thought... could you measure it for me?”
Before I could react, he handed me a tape measure. He literally had it at his fingertips. And then, without hesitation, he slid his boxers down to his mid-thighs.
His cock sprang out freely, half-hard, heavy, thick.
I froze.
“Come on,” he said calmly. “Just a measurement.”
Kyle stood up, and I took the tape measure, my hands trembling slightly. I slid it along his member, trying not to think about how it was getting harder by the second.
When I looked at the result... I froze.
I was in shock.
I don't know what I was expecting, but what I saw surpassed my wildest imagination. It wasn't exaggerated. It was... substantial. And terrifyingly impressive.
“Well?” he asked with a smile, as if he already knew the answer.
“That's... impressive,” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice calm.
“Really?” he said, still relaxed. “I knew they weren't exaggerating.”
I didn't answer. I stared at his cock, which now seemed even bigger, even heavier.
“But you know...” he added and looked me straight in the eye. “Measurement isn't everything.”
He paused briefly.
“Judge it by touch.”
I looked at him questioningly, but he just nodded. So, carefully, as if touching something forbidden, I took it in my hand.
The weight was immediate. I felt the pulsing under my fingers, the warmth of the skin, the hardness of the growing tension.
“It looks cool in your hand,” he said with a smile.
I froze. I felt my own cock starting to harden in my pants. I swallowed, not letting go of his member.
We were close. Too close. And we both knew it.
I held his cock in my hand. The whole time. Heavy, thick, throbbing. I felt it grow in my fingers, as if his body was deciding for him. My hand was damp, but I didn't know if it was from his warmth or my excitement.
Kyle was still standing in the same position, confident, with a smile that said more than a thousand words.
“Be honest,” he said after a moment of silence. “What do you think of it?”
I looked at him.
“What?”
“Well, how does it look? Is it... pretty? Thick? Scary?” He laughed briefly. “I want to hear it from you.”
I swallowed. I felt my face getting hot. I felt like he was testing me.
“He's... impressive,” I said, barely audibly.
“Is that all?” he smiled.
I clenched my fingers a little tighter.
“Well-shaped. Heavy. And... really thick.”
Kyle purred with satisfaction, took his cock in his hand, waved it a little, deliberately exposing it even more. The veins on the shaft were prominent. The head was slightly taut, darker. He was so aware of his body that he seemed to play with it like an instrument.
“What if I told you you could try it?” he asked suddenly. His tone was calm, almost indifferent.
My heart raced.
“Try it?”
“Yes. No strings attached. Pure curiosity. Touch it with your tongue. Like you're trying a strawberry.”
I looked at him. I didn't say anything. But he saw everything in my eyes.
Kyle leaned forward slightly, his cock dropping even lower, toward me.
“Or... just kiss it.”
I froze. I didn't back away. I could feel my own cock straining against the fabric of my pants.
His suggestion hung in the air. No joke. No laughter. Just him. Me. And a decision I had already practically made.
Kyle sprawled out more comfortably on the couch, like everything was going exactly according to his plan. His cock lay heavy between his thighs, the head taut, slightly moist. I stared at it as if hypnotized. I knew I could back out. One step would be enough. But I didn't take it.
Instead, I moved closer. I knelt between his legs. I could smell his skin, a mixture of sweat from the gym, masculine body, something intense that affected my mind.
Kyle just watched. He was silent. But his body said it all.
I leaned in. My breath hit his skin. The head moved slightly, as if it reacted on its own.
I closed my eyes and touched the tip with my lips.
Gently. Barely a touch.
The head was warm, smooth, and moist. I ran my tongue over it slowly, tasting his skin. It was unmistakable, the taste of flesh, arousal, masculinity.
Kyle sighed deeply. Quietly, but sincerely.
“Oh, fuck...” he muttered. “You have good lips.”
That one sentence ran through my body like an electric current. I felt my own cock throbbing in my pants, already practically freed from my boxers, all wet with pre-cum.
Instead of stopping, I took him deeper. Slowly. I felt his cock filling my mouth, falling heavily on my tongue. It was hard, hot, slippery. Every inch entered with tension, with my breath catching in my nose.
Kyle tilted his head back and purred softly. His thighs tensed slightly.
I sucked him deeper. I massaged the shaft with my tongue, my lips tightening around it harder and harder.
I was in a trance.
He didn't have to say anything. But he did.
“Fuck... yes. You're doing good... Take more.”
I did.
And at that moment, kneeling between his spread thighs, with his cock in my mouth, I thought only one thing: I want more.
Kyle spread himself out even more, his body almost falling onto the pillows. His hands behind his head, his abdominal muscles tense, his eyes half-closed. His cock throbbed between my lips. It was already completely hard, wet, slippery, the taste of his skin mingling with the pre-cum I could feel on my tongue. Warm, sticky, intense.
My fingers rested on his thighs to keep my balance, but I could feel them trembling. He saw it. And he seemed to like it.
“You're doing well,” he said quietly, with a calmness that was more of a command than a compliment. “Take more.”
I slid him deeper into my throat. My breathing quickened. I pressed my lips together, moving slowly but confidently. I could feel his cock sliding over my tongue, the head grazing my palate.
Kyle sighed louder, his hips twitching slightly.
“Fuck, Matt...” he muttered. “I knew you'd like it.”
I felt his fingers touch my head. Not hard. They were just there. He stroked me, tangled my hair, sometimes squeezing it lightly. That was enough to make my whole body tense up.
His breathing was heavier. His moans were quieter but more intense.
“Yes... deeper...” he whispered. “Faster, Matt.”
I sped up. I could feel his cock filling me completely, my throat learning to take it in on its own. As I pulled back, he left a trail of wetness, heat, tension.
My own cock was already rock hard. My boxers were wet, the front soaked with pre-cum, and I hadn't even touched myself once.
Kyle groaned deeply, his thighs tensing harder.
“Oh, fuck... I'm about to...”
I could feel him trembling. His hips reacting more and more involuntarily. His fingers clenching my hair.
I knew what was coming. And I wasn't going to back down.
Kyle started to tremble. I felt it first under my fingers, a slight tension in his muscles, barely noticeable but growing. His thighs tensed and relaxed in short, violent spasms.
I didn't stop. I kept his cock deep in my mouth, breathing through my nose, feeling his fingers tighten around my hair. He pushed me in a little deeper, but not roughly, more out of need, out of an uncontrollable impulse.
I knew it was coming.
I felt his cock pulsing in my mouth once… twice… three times…
And then it happened.
He came. His cum hit the roof of my mouth, thick, salty, intense. Sperm flooded my mouth, more spurts hit deep inside, and I didn't back away an inch. I swallowed it all, reflexively, greedily. I felt his hips still twitching, his moans vibrating in the space between us.
“Oh, fuck...” he moaned. “I'm done. In your mouth.”
It lasted a moment, but I felt every milliliter, every reaction of his body. His chest rose and fell rapidly.
I slowly let him out of my mouth. His cock was still semi-erect, shiny, wet. So were my lips.
I lifted my head. I looked him in the eyes.
He smiled. Slowly, lazily. Satisfied.
“That was the best experiment ever,” he said, still panting.
I didn’t answer. Not yet. I felt like I’d just come myself, even though I hadn’t touched myself once.
I got up slowly, my hands shaking a little. I felt sticky moisture in my boxers.
“Don't tell me you didn't like it,” he added.
I smiled to myself. I didn't have to say anything. He knew anyway.
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