My Straight Friend's Girlfriend Lets Him Experiment With Me | E7 (Patreon)

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

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I Gave Him Exactly What He Fantasized About. All of Me.

I was still inside him. Breathing slowly, my forehead pressed against his. I could feel his insides pulsing around me, drawing the last impulses of my orgasm deep inside him. Our chests touched, his body hot, sweaty, trembling. My hips clung to him, motionless, as if we both didn't want this moment to end.

Jeff was breathing heavily, but more calmly now. His arms wrapped around my back, his fingers moving across my skin as if unconsciously, softly, gently, as if he wanted to keep me inside him as long as possible.

Finally, he sighed.

"So now it's my turn, finally," he muttered with a slight smile, without a hint of humor. He said it quietly, almost in a whisper, but the tone was unambiguous.

Lifting myself slightly, I looked at him. He was serious. His eyes were dark, dilated, but not from fear. From something I knew all too well, from desire. From readiness.

"All right," I said, stroking his neck. "I know you want it."

I slowly pulled out of him. He moaned softly as my cock left his body, wet and slightly throbbing. I could feel the cum I had left inside him slowly flowing out.

Jeff pulled me toward him, kissing me on the lips, no longer shyly, no longer uncertainly. Passionately. Provocatively. Like someone who had just broken through a barrier and wanted more.

"I want to know what it's like," he said, pressing me against him. "I want to feel you beneath me. Inside me."

I smiled, stroking his face.

"Then we'll switch."

Jeff swallowed and just nodded.

I knew there would be no doubts.

He was ready to fuck me.

And I was ready to let him in.

I lay down on my back. Naked. Silent. Open.

Jeff looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time, not as a friend, but as someone he was about to possess. There was a mixture of uncertainty and excitement in his eyes, but the latter was winning with every passing second.

"Fuck..." he whispered, coming closer and sitting down next to me. "You have no idea how much I want you right now."

I smiled slightly, spreading my legs and showing him that I was ready. That it was for him.

He leaned in. His hands wandered to my chest, cautiously at first, then more confidently. He ran his fingertips over my chest, his fingers over my nipples, watching my every breath. Then he leaned in and started kissing me, my neck, my sternum, then lower. He stopped at my stomach and looked up at me questioningly.

I nodded.

"Start with the lube," I said calmly. "A lot. Spread it slowly. Feel the body. Take your time."

I stood up and positioned myself on all fours, giving him better access, just like he had done for me before.

He reached for the lube. He squeezed a generous amount of gel onto his fingers, which immediately landed between my buttocks. I shivered at the cool touch, which after a moment turned into a warm spread. His hands were hot. He carefully massaged the lube in, as if each movement was part of a ritual.

"Yes?" he asked quietly.

"Mhm," I murmured. "That's right. You're doing well."

I stuck my butt out harder, feeling him spread everything more and more thoroughly. And then I felt his finger.

He didn't enter right away. First, he just touched me. He slid over the entrance, pressed lightly, explored. His breathing quickened. I glanced to the side and saw his cock, standing hard and ready. He wasn't just curious anymore, he was damn excited.

"I can't believe I'm really doing this," he whispered. "I wanted so badly to know what it was like... but I didn't think it would be like this. That you would look like this."

I lifted my hips slightly, provocatively.

"Now you'll find out. But first, feel that this body is yours. And that you can have it."

He looked at me silently for a moment.

Then he reached for more gel.

And spread my buttocks even wider.

Jeff knelt between my legs. His cock was hard, glistening with saliva and lube. He didn't take his eyes off me. His hands were on my thighs, but they were trembling slightly. I could see it.

"Come closer," I said. "Put it on. Feel what it's like."

He did. His head touched my entrance, warm, throbbing, ready. He rested his hands on the sides of my hips and looked me in the eyes. He was breathing heavily.

"I'm afraid I'll do it too fast," he whispered.

"You won't," I replied confidently. "Focus on me. Breathe with me."

He pushed lightly. I felt the familiar tension, that first moment of stretching. The tip began to slide in. Slowly. I guided him with my eyes and my breath.

"That's it," I said, feeling the head pass my threshold. "You're already inside."

Jeff groaned deeply, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Fuck... it's warm... so tight..."

"A little more," I prompted. "Go all the way in."

He pushed slowly, inch by inch. I felt my ass envelop him, every inch of his cock melting into me. His hips trembled when he was all the way in. He stopped.

"I'm all inside you..." he whispered in disbelief.

"Yes. And I'm all yours," I replied.

We both froze for a moment. I felt him deep inside me. He felt everything too.

He started to move. Slowly at first, uncertainly. Back and forth. Again. But then something unlocked inside him. His movements became smoother. His hips began to work rhythmically. He breathed louder.

"This... this is better than I thought," he gasped. "I can feel all of you. I'm really fucking you."

"Yes," I replied. "Fuck me. Take me for yourself."

He leaned down. He grabbed my hips with both hands. He moved in and out. He was inside me. For the first time. And he didn't look like he wanted to stop.

Jeff moved more and more confidently. His hips worked rhythmically, and the sounds he made were now uncontrolled, real, raw. Each thrust was deeper, more decisive. I felt him fill me completely. All of me.

He grabbed my hips harder, as if he wanted to go deeper than was physically possible.

"That's it," I moaned. "Don't stop. Fuck me."

My ass slapped against his hips with every thrust, and the bed began to creak rhythmically beneath us. I could feel his breathing quicken, his control slipping away.

"Fuck... Matt... I don't know how much longer..." he gasped through clenched teeth.

"Don't hold back," I replied. "Let it go inside me. You deserve it."

He made a guttural sound and with one last powerful thrust, he entered me completely. He froze. Inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing and filling me with his hot cum.

He trembled. His whole body shook. He leaned against my back, panting heavily. He was inside me. All of him. And he had just cum inside me.

After a while, he slowly pulled out of me, and we lay there side by side.

Finally, he lifted his head and looked me in the eyes.

"I wanted to feel it," he said quietly, with a barely perceptible smile. "But I didn't know it would be so..."

"I know," I replied. "That's why I let you in."

He ran his hand over my cheek, then rested his head on my chest, like that’s where he belonged.

I embraced him. I could still feel his cum inside me.

We were connected.

Not just physically.