Jake had just closed his laptop and stretched out on his bed opposite mine. The night was quiet, only muffled laughter could be heard in the hallway. He glanced at me with an uncertain smile.
“Hey... your bed is more comfortable. Can I sleep there tonight?” he said casually.
I raised my eyebrows. “Really?”
He shrugged. “I don't feel like changing the sheets, and your side of the air conditioning is cooler.”
I wanted to laugh. Or kiss him. Or both.
“Sure,” I said. “But I have one rule. No clothes in my bed.”
He fell silent. He literally froze. I saw his gaze move over me as if to make sure I was joking. I wasn't joking.
“What?” he finally said.
“Let's just say I like it that way. So if you want to sleep with me, you take everything off.”
Silence. And then he did it. Slowly. As if every movement was a decision that couldn't be undone. T-shirt. Pants. Boxers.
He stood there naked in front of me. My friend. My straight friend. He stood there and looked me straight in the eyes.
“Get in,” I said quietly, moving over. “There's room.”
He lay down next to me. Close. Too close.
After a few minutes of pretending to sleep, I noticed something growing under the covers. Clearly. Hard. Firm.
“Oh...” I muttered. “I see you like something, Jake.”
He just squeezed his eyes shut. And moaned softly.
“Do you want help... or are you going to keep pretending it's an accident?”
His breathing quickened. He trembled slightly as I ran my hand over his stomach, stopping just above the place where his hard cock was sticking out like a mast under the blanket.
“You don't have to say anything, Jake,” I whispered in his ear. “Your body is already talking for you.”
He squeezed his eyelids shut. “Matt...”
“Shhh.” I stroked his thigh slowly until he twitched. “Don't pretend you don't want me to do it again.”
Or better yet... this time you get to feel what it's like to be inside someone like me."
His moan was barely audible, but I felt it more than anything else.
I slid the blanket off him and looked at his body, strong, slightly sweaty, ready. I propped myself up on my elbow and leaned over him.
“If you have even the slightest doubt... tell me now.”
He was silent. So I pressed myself against him. I kissed his neck. I bit his earlobe. And then I felt his hips move slightly toward me.
“That's it. You see, you can be honest with your body.”
I took his hard cock in my hand. I started to slowly move my hand up and down it.
“My hard, straight friend... panting in my ear because he can't control himself. Is this what you wanted?”
Jake grabbed me by the neck and pulled me closer, his breath hot, his hips desperately seeking my touch.
“Matt... please.”
I smiled widely.
“Please? In a minute you'll be begging.”
I lay down on top of him and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Do you want to come inside me?” I asked low, calmly. Jake swallowed, as if he didn't know how to respond. “Then start with something simple. “Reach into the drawer, grab the lube, get your fingers wet, and spread it around.”
Jake shivered. But he did as I told him.
Now,” I said, “lube me up".
I stuck my ass out slightly, lifting my hips and presenting myself to him, confident and ready. Jake touched me uncertainly. Then more boldly. His warm fingers spread the slipperiness along my entrance. I gasped when he slid in his first finger. And then the second. Slowly. Gently.
“Mmm, yes...” I moaned. “Can you feel how ready I am? You got me like this. You did this.”
His fingers moved inside me cautiously, as if he were discovering something. But I didn't want to wait any longer.
“That's enough,” I whispered. “Now you. Lie down. Don't move.”
I sat on top of him, grabbed his cock and guided it where it needed to be. I felt the tip at my entrance.
He entered me deeply. Millimeter by millimeter. I felt him filling me up. With every movement, he went deeper. And tighter. Jake moaned as if he was about to explode.
I started riding him. Slowly. Provocatively. Clenching myself around him, moving my hips. Jake looked at me as if hypnotized. As if he couldn't believe it was happening.
I drove the movement. Hips up, down, tight, deep. I could feel Jake shaking beneath me, gasping for breath, his fingers clenching my thighs, trying to hold on. But he was losing control. I was too tight, too hot, too aware of his every twitch.
I clenched my muscles. Hard. Deliberately. Jake roared. He tried to hold back, but he couldn't. He entered me once, twice, three times, and... he exploded. He pulsed deep inside me, hot, spilled, filling me with his whole self. I felt every wave.
I stopped. I bent over him, resting my hands on either side of his face. He was all hot, drenched in sweat, shaken. He was breathing heavily.
“All your load... inside me,” I whispered in his ear with a smile. “Not bad, buddy.”
“Fuck... I'm gonna pass out,” he gasped, almost unconscious.
I ran my hand down his chest. I was still hard. Even more than before. I touched his stomach, running my fingers over his tight core.
Just one more thing... I said quietly. And I pulled him by the hand.
He opened his eyes, tired but obedient. He raised his hand and wrapped it around my cock. It was heavy, throbbing, sticky. He began to move his hand slowly up and down, and I guided him with moans, hip movements, and sighs.
“Mmm, just like that.”
He started faster. His hand was wet with cum and sweat. Every movement was noisy, slippery, perfect. I was panting louder and louder, my hands resting on his chest, my eyes fixed on his.
“Faster, Jake. You want this. You want to see me shoot you in the stomach.”
And I did it. I howled, my body arched, my cock throbbing. The cum shot out, hot, shiny, splattering his chest, neck, and chin.
I leaned against him, panting. Then I leaned closer and pulled him toward me.
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