We were sitting on the couch watching the game. Beer, two buttons of our shirts undone, legs spread wide. He was in his sweatpants, I was in a stretched-out T-shirt. It smelled like sweat, popcorn, and something that had been hanging in the air between us for weeks. We pretended it was just a friendly get-together. But we both knew what had happened before. And that it had changed the rules of the game.
Cody took a sip of beer, staring at the screen. He pretended not to hesitate, but I could see his jaw tighten slightly. Finally, he said casually:
“Matt... can I ask you something?”
I glanced at him sideways, raising an eyebrow.
“Sure. What's up?”
He took a deep breath and looked at me, this time not over his shoulder. Straight ahead. Seriously.
“Well... lately, I've been... you know. With you. And what's it like... being on the other side?”
I smiled slowly, putting the bottle down.
“The other side, hmm? You mean what it's like to be taken? What it's like when a guy takes you and goes all the way inside you?”
He blushed slightly but didn't look away.
“Yeah... that's exactly what I mean.”
I leaned closer. Now we were looking into each other's eyes. My knee was brushing his thigh.
"Do you want me to tell you? Technically? Do you want me to tell you what it's really like, Cody? What it feels like to have a guy inside you... when you hold onto his shoulders and he thrusts so deep that he turns your insides out and makes your head spin?
Cody swallowed, looked away for a second, then looked back.
“Yeah... that's what I want to know.”
I smiled wider.
“Well, hang in there, man.”
“The first time...” I began slowly, sitting down more comfortably and looking him straight in the eyes. “...it's like someone fired up a new body for you. Inside.”
Cody was silent. I could see his chest rising with each breath, slowly. As if he didn't want me to notice that he was turned on. But his eyes said it all.
“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly.
“Not if the guy knows what he's doing. But that doesn't mean you don't feel anything. You feel everything, Cody. Every inch. Every thrust. How you stretch. How he fills you up. And how he hits you right where you need it.”
“There?”
“The prostate,” I explained. “It's like an orgasm button. If he finds it right, you can finish without even being touched. Seriously.”
Cody swallowed hard. He shifted slightly on the couch, pretending to adjust the pillow, but I could see he was already harder.
“And you like that?”
“No. I fucking love it. When someone holds you by the hips and thrusts harder with every movement. When you're all stretched out and slippery, and he's barely holding back so he doesn't come too fast.”
“You... you like being on the bottom?”
“I like it when a guy knows what he's doing. When he holds me by the neck and thrusts all the way in. When I breathe his moans as if they were mine.”
Cody fell silent. His hand rested on his thigh. Tense. Almost trembling.
“Fuck...” he whispered.
“Exactly,” I said with a smile. “Exactly like that.”
He sat there mesmerized. He was looking somewhere to the side, supposedly at the screen, but I knew he wasn't watching anything anymore. Everything was happening here, between us, between his thighs. I could feel it. I could see his fingers tightening around the beer can, his chest rising faster. As if he was fighting something that had already taken hold of him.
“What if someone's never done it before?” he asked suddenly, quietly.
“It means they haven't found the right person yet,” I replied calmly. “Someone you can give control to. Someone who will do it so well that you won't want them to stop.”
He glanced at me briefly, as if he didn't want me to see his eyes. But I saw everything. Hesitation. Excitement. Hunger.
“You think... I could... do that with someone?”
“I think you already know what it would be like, Cody,” I said. “How it would feel. Like you're lying there with your ass in the air and I'm slowly opening you up. With my fingers. My tongue. Feeling you tense and relax. Feeling when you're ready.”
He trembled. Really. His whole body.
“Fuck, Matt...”
“You don't have to say it. I know.”
The silence lasted a few seconds. Heavy, tense. I could see the thoughts racing through his mind. And then... he sighed deeply. And he said it:
“Do you think... you could do that? To me?”
There was silence. A long silence. The kind where you could hear his throat working as he swallowed. As if he was trying to swallow all the thoughts he didn't want to say.
He looked at me. But not like before. That look... it wasn't a buddy watching a game with me anymore. It was a guy who had made a decision.
I clenched my jaw slightly. My pulse quickened, but I didn't let it show.
“You want me to...?” I began, deliberately leaving the sentence unfinished.
“Yes,” he interrupted. “I want you to take me.”
He sat stiffly, but there was something different in his eyes. Openness. Devotion. As if he were handing me the key to himself and saying, “Do whatever you want with me.”
The air was silent. Motionless. And then just one smile from me.
And I knew that the next part would be... intense.
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