My Straight Friend's Girlfriend Lets Him Experiment With Me | E6 (Patreon)

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

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His First Time, When He Felt All of Me

He arrived in the evening. Right on time. He stood in the doorway wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, slightly warmed up, with a slight blush on his cheeks, maybe from running, maybe from excitement. There was something different in his eyes than usual. Calmness. And confidence.

Before I could say anything, I noticed a bulge in his pants. His cock was hard, stretched to the side. He didn't try to hide it. He stood in front of me with an erection, as if it were part of the invitation.

"No boxers?" I asked with a half-smile.

"Mhm," he replied quietly. "I wanted to feel every movement."

I closed the door behind him. I walked over. I stood in front of him and put my hand on his hip. I could feel the tension under the fabric. I could feel it. Hot, throbbing.

"Ready for more than just fingers?"

He nodded. "I want to know what it's really like. Not just look. Not just guess."

I looked him in the eyes as I said,

"Today, I'm going to enter you. Slowly. I'll teach you what it feels like to have a cock inside you. And to let yourself have it."

He shuddered. Literally. But he didn't back away. Instead, he took a deep breath, as if preparing himself.

"I want it. I want this, Matt."

I leaned close to his ear. "Today, you won't just feel me with your fingers or your mouth. Today, you'll feel all of me. Inside you."

His cock twitched through his pants. I saw it, I felt it, and I knew his body had been ready for a long time.

"Start undressing," I said softly. "I want to see what a guy looks like who knows he's about to feel a cock inside him for the first time."

He didn't protest.

He took off his hoodie, grabbed the waistband of his pants, and slowly slid them down. His cock was erect, stretched to its limits. The head glistened with precum, and his breathing was already ragged.

He was ready. And today he was going to feel it.

Every inch of it.

He stood in the living room, and I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, his fingers clenching slightly into fists, his eyes unable to decide whether to look me in the face or look away.

I approached him. I placed my hand on his shoulder, moved it down his chest, across his stomach, until I touched his cock. It was throbbing. It reacted to every touch of skin.

"You have a body made for taking," I said quietly, stroking his hip. "And today you'll feel how well you can work with it. How your insides will accept me on their own."

I grabbed him by the neck and kissed him on the lips, not gently. Deeply, with my tongue, with tension. And then I led him towards the bedroom. He followed me. Naked, still hard, breathing heavily. We went inside.

"Get on all fours on the bed," I said calmly.

He got on the bed, spread his knees, leaned on his hands. His ass stuck out naturally, his muscles tense, his legs wide. He looked insane. Ready. Devoted.

I stripped naked too, my cock already hard, throbbing and ready for what lay ahead. I approached him from behind. I ran my hands over his back, kissed his shoulder blades, his neck. His body trembled. But not with uncertainty. With anticipation. With a tension he could no longer control.

"Relax," I whispered. "Let yourself feel everything."

I spread his buttocks. I looked at his hole, slightly pulsing, ready. I poured lube on it. Some of it ran down between his thighs. I began to spread the gel with my hands, slowly, massaging his entrance, patting the liquid into his skin. Jeff moaned softly and arched his back harder.

"Yes. Just like that. Don't hold back. There's nothing to hide anymore."

I leaned down and kissed him in the middle of his back, right between his shoulder blades.

In a moment, I was going to enter him.

And teach his body a new form of pleasure.

I rested my knee on the mattress, my other leg on the floor. For a moment, I just looked at his body, at that ass, spread open and wet, as if it were waiting for exactly what was about to happen. His back rippled with each breath. His hands dug into the sheets. His hips were thrust out. He didn't have to say anything, his whole body was screaming, "Take me."

I wrapped my hand around my cock. I was rock hard, the entire length glistening with precum.

I placed my hand on the back of his neck.

"Focus," I said calmly. "Breathe. Don't tense up. I want you to remember this as accepting something your body is capable of holding."

I put the tip against his hole. Warm. Ready.

"Now the tip," I whispered, pushing gently. "Okay? A little more. Breathe. Let me in."

I felt resistance. Natural. His body fought against instinct, but after a second... it gave way. I slid in. Slowly. Inch by inch. His insides enveloped me tightly, warmly, wetly.

"Matt..." he let slip. "It's... intense. But good. Don't stop."

I started moving inside him very slowly. I pulled out, then back in. I taught him about me. About the rhythm. About the pressure. He moaned softly when I went deeper. I grabbed his hips, steady and firm. I pulled back gently and entered again, harder.

"Hold on," I muttered. "Because now you're really going to feel me."

I grabbed him by the neck with one hand and his hip with the other and started fucking him. Slowly but firmly. Rhythmically. I could feel his body surrendering. How he started to arch his back. How he moaned.

"Fuck..." he groaned. "Like in porn... Exactly that scene... I liked it the most..."

I sped up. The slapping of our bodies filled the bedroom. Jeff was panting, his head down, his whole body surrendering to the movement. He took me. All of me. And he didn't want me to stop.

And I wasn't going to.

I slowed down. I stopped moving. Jeff moaned in disappointment, as if his body was demanding more, but didn't understand why that "more" had suddenly stopped.

"Lie on your back now," I said, grabbing his shoulder. "I want to see you when I take you."

He got up without a word, all hot and trembling. His cock was still hard, stiff with tension. He slid onto his back, spreading his legs reflexively. As soon as he lay down, I entered him again, from the front, slowly, looking him straight in the eyes.

He trembled under my weight. His hand grabbed my shoulder, the other clenched the sheet.

"Fuck... Matt..." he gasped. "I can't believe this is happening..."

I moved deep inside him, rhythmically, steadily. Each thrust made his body bend beneath mine. His eyes were wide open, as if he was looking at me in disbelief. As if he couldn't comprehend how something so intense could be real.

"Look at me," I said quietly. "Breathe with me."

I thrust harder. His insides pulsed around my cock. He took me all the way, every time, without resistance. Spread out beneath my body, completely open. Every muscle in his body trembled. I could feel his breathing quicken. His thighs clenched against my hips.

"You're damn good," I gasped.

"You're doing it perfectly. You take me like someone who already knows what he wants."

He just sighed, then moaned loudly when I sped up. The rhythm was fast, hard, wet. I held his hips and fucked him deep. I filled him. I was all inside him. And with every second, I was closer.

"I'm about to..." I gasped. "I'm about to cum..."

Jeff just looked me in the eyes. And he didn't look away.

With one last thrust, I froze. I pushed myself all the way in, my hips tense, my body trembling. And then it happened. Hot spurts of cum shot deep inside him. One. Two. Three. I moaned long and low, holding him tight. I could feel his body accepting every contraction.

Still inside him, I leaned down and pressed my forehead against his.

"You've just experienced something you'll never forget," I whispered.

He was breathing heavily, but he was smiling. Slightly. Like someone who had only now truly understood what it meant to be taken.

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