The door was ajar. Jake must have thought I'd left. I entered quietly, unannounced.And then I saw him.
He was lying on my bed, completely naked, leaning on his elbows, his knees spread wide apart and his ass sticking out behind him. In one hand he was holding my blue dildo, yes, the one I always keep in the bottom drawer, under my underwear. With his other hand, he was spreading his buttocks apart.
I watched as he moaned and slowly pushed it inside himself. Millimeter by millimeter. Yes, as if he were practicing. As if he were preparing himself. His body was trembling, his breathing was heavy. His penis was stiff but untouched.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Jake. My straight friend. Now he was lying there with my dildo deep in his ass, whispering softly, “Fuck, Matt...”
I couldn't hold back.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I said loudly, leaning against the doorframe.
He froze. Literally. He froze with that dildo inside him. And he looked at me over his shoulder. All red, hot, shaken.
“I... I thought you weren't here, I just wanted to try it.”
Plastic? Seriously? I've got you in the room and you're shoving a dildo up your ass?
He didn't answer. His chest was heaving.
I took a step forward. Then another.
“You want to know what it's really like, Jake? Not with silicone. With me?”
He didn't say a word. But he didn't have to. His body said it all. He was ready.
I moved closer. I could see every detail, how his fingers were still clenched around the shaft of the dildo, how his anus was pulsing around the rubber, how his breathing was turning into shallow gasps. And yet he didn't move. He waited. As if he knew that now I was taking control.
I stopped right behind him. I took the dildo from his hand. Slowly, deliberately, as if checking how much was already inside him. I pulled it out almost completely, then pushed it back in again. Premeditated. In complete control of my movements. I heard him hiss with pleasure.
“This is what you enjoy, huh?” I muttered into his neck. “When I'm in the room?”
Jake was trembling. His whole body was tense. He didn't know whether to be ashamed or beg me not to stop.
“How many times did you sneak in here when I wasn't here?” The dildo slid out slowly again.
“How many times did you fantasize that it was my cock and not plastic?”
He moaned softly. That was enough for me.
“Look at yourself, Jake. Stuck out. Quiet. And ready.”
I threw the dildo on the floor. It made a loud bang. He jumped. He turned his head away. Our eyes met.
“You don't need toys.” I grabbed his hips. “You need me.”
I pushed him down onto the bed. Hard. I grabbed his hair, pulling his face toward the sheets.
“Tell me you want it. Loud.”
“I want it...” he gasped. “Fuck, Matt, I want it.”
“Good. Because now there's no turning back.”
I pulled my boxers down just enough. I was already hard. Ready. And fucking pissed off that I saw my friend treating himself like a toy when he had me within reach. I wanted to show him the difference. I wanted him to never reach for silicone again.
I put my heart into it. Slowly. With complete control. I ran the tip over his opening, warm and slippery from playing with the dildo. He trembled under my hands.
“Breathe, Jake.” My voice was soft but saturated. “You want to feel a real man? Then relax.”
I pressed lightly. It went in. A centimeter. Then another. He moaned softly, biting the sheets.
“Yes...” he gasped. “Fuck, yes...”
“Don't tell me this is your first time,” I muttered, pushing deeper. “Your ass is sucking me in like it's been waiting for me.”
He was hot, tight, and damn wet. I moved. Slowly but powerfully. Every movement was a decision. Every thrust a signal that there was no turning back.
I held his hips. Tight. Like he was mine. Like something that finally belonged to me.
“Tell me you like it,” I growled. “Tell me you want more.”
“I want... more...” he moaned, almost begging. “Matt... please...”
I smiled.
I started to thrust harder. Deeper. Faster. And he just moaned. As if his body finally knew what it was made for.
Jake wasn't moaning anymore. He was begging. With his whole body. His fingers digging into the sheet, his sweaty skin trembling under my hands, his ass pushing up for more.
I pulled him toward me. I pushed as hard as I could. He shook as if he had been electrocuted.
“Can you feel me?” I hissed in his ear. “This isn't plastic. It's me. Your friend.”
I pressed him harder. I was deep inside him. So deep that I could feel every contraction.
And he... came.
Without touching. Without a word. He just fell apart. His whole body trembled, he moaned low and long, and then I felt his insides squeeze me in convulsions.
Fuck," he whispered, completely shocked. "I... I didn’t even touch...""
I know." I smirked. "That’s what a real cock does."
I slowly withdrew from him, watching his body fall back onto the bed. Stretched out. Weighted down. And completely mine.
I placed my hand on the back of his neck.
“You're not just my friend anymore.” I leaned over him. “You're more than that.”
He didn't deny it. He didn't move. He just breathed heavily, his lips parted and his eyes closed.
He knew there was no going back. And that this was what he wanted.
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