Erotic Stories #19: A Night With My Straight Friend

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A Night With My Straight Friend

It started like any other night.

We were lying on my bed, drinking beers and swapping stories about past hookups. At some point, he started talking about his ex—how every time they fucked, he had to do all the work. She just laid there, starfish-style.

I was tipsy. Maybe too honest. Maybe just horny. I looked over at him, took a sip, and said,
“Trust me… If I ever got the chance to please you, you’d be satisfied.”

He paused.

I saw the hesitation in his eyes—but it wasn’t rejection. It was heat.

Then he kissed me.

No warning, no lead-up. Just an intense, full-tongue kiss that tasted like beer and something deeper. He pulled back for a second and whispered between kisses. “I need to try you at least once.”

I grinned, drunk and buzzing. “Try me, as much as you want. Use me!”

My hand moved to his crotch. I palmed his bulge, already rock hard. As I kissed him again, I worked my way down—neck, collarbone, chest. I pulled his shirt off and let my tongue explore his torso, tracing my way toward the waistband of his jeans.

He was trembling, just a little—nerves, maybe. But his smile gave him away. He wanted this.

I looked up at him as I unbuttoned his jeans. Then I leaned down and bit softly on his cock through his boxers. He twitched beneath the fabric; already throbbing.

I pulled them down, and there it was—thick, heavy, veiny. Nine and a half inches of everything I’d imagined.

I didn’t waste time.

I licked the tip slowly, teasing him. Then I wrapped my lips around his cock and let him slide into my mouth. I moved slowly at first, letting my lips and tongue get to know every inch of him. My teeth gently grazed the underside as I worked him deeper.

And then, I picked up the pace.

Sloppier. Wetter. My throat stretching, my nose brushing his stomach with each thrust. I pulled off for a second, panting. “I’m not your ex,” I said. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

He stared down at me, chest rising. “Like what?

“You like to dominate? You like it rough? You just said it—go on.”

That’s all it took. His hands gripped the back of my head, and he pushed his cock deep into my throat. I gagged, spit dripping down my chin. He used me—slow thrusts at first, then faster, harder, until tears welled up in my eyes.

He moaned. “Fuck, your mouth’s perfect.” He fucked my throat for nearly twenty minutes before pulling back. “I think I want to try fucking you. I want to hear you scream my name.”

He stripped me down, pulled my legs up, and buried his face in my ass. His tongue worked me open, wet and relentless.

Then he flipped me onto my stomach and slid a finger inside. Then two. Then four.

I could barely breathe.

“You want it, babe?” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He pushed in slowly. Thick. Stretching me wide. He pulled back, then slid in again, faster, deeper.

My body rocked with each thrust, hips slamming into mine as I moaned into the sheets. And he just kept going—harder, rougher. Like he was trying to fuck every thought out of me.

He flipped me onto my back, spread my legs, and rammed in deep. My ass lifted, my voice gone raw from moaning his name. “Jay—Jay—Jay—.” It spilled from my mouth with every thrust.

He fucked me like that for nearly an hour. His hands gripping my thighs, my body shaking beneath him.

“Babe, I’m going to cum—fuck—.”

I gasped, twitching.

“Oh yeah?” he said, eyes wild. “Didn’t know you could cum like that. Guess I better go harder.”

That’s when he turned feral.

His pace doubled. My eyes rolled back. I screamed into the mattress as my orgasm hit—wave after wave, thirty seconds of pure, breathless pleasure.

But he didn’t stop.

“I’m gonna cum… fuck yeah,” he moaned.

One final thrust, and I felt him explode inside me—hot, heavy, deep.

When he pulled out, we were both gasping. Sweat-slicked, trembling.

Then he looked at me and said, “Let’s keep this between us.”

~ x ~

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