My Straight Friend and My Crush | E5 (Patreon)

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

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Max Couldn’t Forget That Night

He had only written one sentence earlier: "We need to talk."

No emojis. No jokes. I knew it wasn't small talk.

When Max entered the apartment, I immediately felt the change in the air. He stood in the doorway for a moment, as if he had forgotten why he had come. He smiled crookedly, nervously. I closed the door and for a moment we just looked at each other.

"How are you?" he finally asked, too casually.

"Fine," I replied, though we both knew it was a lie.

We sat down. Not too close. Not yet. We talked about nothing, about work, about the gym, about the weather. Every sentence was like an attempt to maintain a balance that had long since been shaken. Max kept adjusting his position, rubbing his hands on his pants. I was too aware of my own body. Every inch of it.

"I..." he began, then paused. He took a deep breath. "I can't stop thinking about that night."

I looked at him closely. "About the sex?"

He shook his head. "Not just that. About how..." He hesitated. "How you tasted. How you reacted. How your cock throbbed in my mouth."

The silence that followed was thick. Intimate. Max stood up slowly and took a step toward me. Then another. His voice was lower, quieter now.

"It's in my head," he added. "And in my body. All the time."

He stood close. Too close to be accidental. I could feel his breath, his warmth, his tension. My own body responded immediately, without question.

Max looked me straight in the eye and said this sentence, without laughter, without distance:

"I liked your cock. And I want it again."

I didn't back away.

And at that moment, we both knew the conversation was over.

I didn't answer.

I didn't have to.

I looked him straight in the eyes and waited. I wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing. That it wasn't an impulse. That he really wanted it.

And he... didn't blink. He didn't look away. He stood opposite me, hungry, tense. And it was that look that made my fingers move on their own.

Slowly, without a word, I reached for my pants. I unbuttoned them. Then the zipper. Quietly, deliberately. He watched me do it without rushing. I slid my pants down along with my boxers. I was already hard. Almost to the limit.

"So let's do this again," I said calmly.

Max's lips stretched into a smile. Briefly. As if he couldn't believe this was really happening. And then... he knelt down. Naturally. As if he did this every day. As if his body knew the way better than his mind.

His hands rested on my thighs. I could feel their weight. I stood barefoot on the floor, my cock inches from his face, and he just stared for a moment. From below. With his mouth open with desire, which he made no attempt to hide.

He hesitated for a second. Uncertainty? Excitement?

He looked up. We made eye contact.

My cock moved as if it reacted on its own.

And then Max opened his mouth.

I slid in slowly, without pushing. He came for it himself.

His lips enveloped me warmly, his tongue immediately brushed the bottom, and I moaned through clenched teeth.

The first strokes were gentle. Slow. He was exploring me. Tasting me. He moved his tongue along the length before sucking harder. He breathed through his nose, calmly, in control of everything. I could feel his mouth enveloping me exactly as I remembered.

It wasn't an impulse.

It was a desire that had returned to his mouth.

Max sucked me deeper and deeper. At first carefully, as if still exploring the taste and weight of my cock, but with every second his mouth became more greedy. His movements became wetter, his tongue bolder. I felt his cheeks cave in as he sucked, pulling me in to the very base until his nose touched my lower abdomen.

I sighed loudly. I couldn't help it.

Max's hands were no longer passive. At first, they rested quietly on my thighs, but now they moved rhythmically, holding me tighter, wandering to my buttocks. He cupped them in his hands, pulling me closer, deeper. He clung to me with his whole body.

I could feel his moans vibrating on my cock.

I looked down. His eyes were closed. His face was focused, wet with saliva and precum. He gave himself over to it completely, as if it was something that soothed him more than anything else. His head moved smoothly, his neck worked, and I... I was getting closer and closer to the edge.

My hands clenched in his hair, not pushing, but holding.

My hips began to move rhythmically, timidly at first, then deeper, more confidently.

He didn't protest. On the contrary, he adjusted. He let me get into the rhythm. He wanted it.

The sucking sounds were obscenely loud. They echoed off the walls.

His saliva dripped down my balls. I could feel myself throbbing in his throat.

It was a moment outside of time.

Just lips.

Just moans.

Just me inside him.

And I wanted to stay there forever.

"Max..." I whispered warningly. "Wait."

But he didn't stop.

He didn't slow down.

He didn't pull back an inch.

Instead, he sped up.

The movements of his head were deeper, bolder, faster.

The sucking was stronger.

His tongue circled the shaft as if it knew every millimeter.

His hands still held my buttocks, pulling me rhythmically toward him.

I looked down.

That's when he looked up.

His eyes were dark, fiery, his mouth tightly wrapped around my cock.

Eye contact in the middle of this madness.

And then I broke.

With a moan, I pushed my hips forward and exploded in his mouth.

Hot, violent, pulsating.

I felt each wave pass through me and disappear into him.

He didn't move away even a fraction.

He swallowed everything, once, then twice. He breathed through his nose. He closed his eyes. He stayed.

My thighs trembled. My fingers clenched around his neck. Just a moment more...

Only when he felt me finish did he slowly slide off my cock.

With one last lick of the tip.

His lips glistened. His breath was heavy, moist. He was still kneeling, looking up.

Silence. Only breathing.

Me, shaken.

Him, wet, heated, his cheeks red from exertion.

He raised his head even higher.

He looked at me.

And then he said, with that quiet, unexpected warmth in his voice:

"That's what I've been missing."

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