My Curious Straight Friend | E2

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

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He Wanted to Feel What It’s Like to Have a Cock in His Mouth.

We sat in silence, which was no longer awkward, but thick, charged with a tension that neither of us could yet name. Kyle's head was tilted back slightly, as if he were trying to return to his body after what had just happened. His torso was bare, his chest damp, his hair tousled. He was breathing more calmly now, but his eyes betrayed that something was stirring inside him.

He turned his head and looked at me.

"And how is it... on the other side?" he asked quietly. "What does it feel like to have a cock in your mouth? How it hardens. How it grows. How it starts to throb."

He hesitated, then added:

"I'd like to feel it."

I didn't answer right away. I just looked at him for a moment. I could see he was serious. That it wasn't an impulse, but a need that had been growing in him for a long time and had just burst.

"Sure," I said calmly at last. "If you really want to, I'll let you feel it."

He nodded. He was a little tense, but he wasn't the same boy he had been an hour earlier. I could see that he wanted it, with all his uncertainty, shame, and desire at the same time.

I stood up slowly and began to undress. First my shirt, I pulled it over my head without rushing, feeling his gaze on me. Then my pants. Boxers. I stood naked in front of him, aware of my own body, without shame. All this time, I was in control. I didn't allow myself to get fully hard. I waited. For him. I wanted it to be pure, raw, so that he could see and feel the whole process from scratch.

He sat staring at me with his mouth open, as if seeing me in this state was something he hadn't expected. Something more than just a dick in front of his eyes. It was a body, confidence, calmness, space.

He made a slow forward movement. He knelt down.

"You can," I said quietly. "Slowly. Start with what you feel."

I knew I was about to feel his breath on me. And that nothing would ever be the same again.

I felt his breath before he touched me. Kyle knelt in front of me like someone who doesn't know if he's doing something wrong or starting something that will change him forever. His hand hung in the air, uncertain. I gently took it and placed it on my hip.

"I'm all yours," I said quietly.

His gaze shifted downward. I saw that look, a mixture of curiosity and excitement. My cock was still only slightly swollen, warm, calm. That was the state I wanted. I wanted him to see for himself how I changed at his touch.

He leaned down slowly, without haste, and brushed it with his tongue. One uncertain movement, barely a touch. But it was enough. I shivered slightly, not from fear, but from excitement. From curiosity about how much he would enjoy it.

He continued licking, slowly, exploring the texture, the skin, the shape. His tongue was warm, soft, but shy. As if he was trying to understand if he really liked it. I didn't stop him. I didn't correct him. I just watched.

"See how pretty it is?" I whispered with a smile.

He hesitated, then looked me in the eyes and snorted softly, nervously.

"Are you seriously talking about your dick?"

"Of course," I replied. "Because you're about to have it in your mouth."

He smiled again, this time sincerely, without tension. There was something new in his eyes. Not just curiosity. Something like trust. Something like excitement.

He went back to licking, more confidently this time. He slid his tongue lower, over my balls, moved back to the tip, and licked it. My cock started to grow. I could feel it tightening inside. His tongue worked as if he was curious about everything, and he was.

Kyle took his time. But he no longer had the same uncertainty as before. I could see it in his hands. In the way he touched my stomach. The way he explored the line between my hips. The way he became bolder with every movement.

He began to open his mouth.

And I was ready to give him everything.

I felt his lips. Warm, slightly trembling, but open, ready. He took me inside slowly, a little awkwardly, as if he still didn't know how much he could take. But he didn't back away. He slid halfway inside me and stopped, catching his balance. His breath bounced off my skin, every movement of his tongue was careful.

I didn't move my hips. I wanted it to be his pace.

"You're doing well," I said quietly, stroking his hair. "Really well."

He began to move his head rhythmically, first with short movements, then more and more boldly. And I felt my cock reacting more and more strongly. With every second, it was getting harder, heavier, thicker. Kyle must have felt it in his mouth.

I leaned down slightly and said in a low voice,

"Can you feel it getting harder?"

He paused for a moment, just to look up at me and nod. His eyes were wide open, a little surprised, a little delighted.

"And how it’s getting bigger in your mouth?" I asked.

He didn't answer with words. He just went back to sucking, this time with more confidence. His tongue began to work more precisely, rhythmically, and his mouth closed tightly around me. I was already fully hard, my entire length alive inside him. I could feel his saliva, his warmth, the tension in his arms as he tried to keep up the rhythm.

He slid me deeper. Almost all the way in.

I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself a short sigh.

"Mmm... exactly like that. That's how it should be."

His hands found my thighs. He held on to me as if afraid of losing control. But he didn't stop. He was focused now. Devoted.

He was beginning to understand that the sensation, the taste, the pulse, the shape of a cock in his mouth, was genuinely turning him on.

And me?

I felt my body begin to vibrate with each of his attempts. And I knew one thing:

he would never go back to being just curious.

I could feel it clearly. The tension that could no longer be stopped. Every movement of his mouth, every suck, every uncertain but increasingly confident gesture led me exactly where I knew we would end up.

I gently slid out of his mouth.

Kyle looked at me in surprise.

"What...?"

"I'm about to come," I said calmly. Without haste. Without drama. "I want you to know."

He looked at me for a moment. I saw hesitation in his eyes, brief, barely perceptible. And then something snapped.

"I want to feel it too," he replied quietly.

I didn't have time to say anything. He leaned forward and slid me back into his mouth. Deeper than before. More confidently. As if the decision he had just made was final.

His lips closed around me, his tongue wrapping exactly where it needed to be. His hips shifted slightly, as if he wanted to take even more of me.

My body tensed violently. I sighed loudly, no longer in control of my voice.

The first wave hit, warm and heavy. Then another. And another.

I could feel him trembling. Trying to keep up with what was happening in his mouth. He didn't pull back. He didn't stop. He took it all.

When I finally pulled out of his mouth, we were both breathing heavily. Kyle sat motionless, his eyes closed, as if trying to understand what he had just done. I stood in front of him, still trembling, my heart beating faster than usual.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

"What just happened here..." I whispered, more to myself than to him.

Kyle looked up. There was no fear in his eyes. There was surprise. And something else.

Something that said that once this boundary had been crossed, it would never be the same again.

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