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Everyone is 18+ and everything is fully consensual.
Josh’s friend showed up in that tight white shirt again. One of those gym-cut things with sleeves clinging to his arms, hem riding high over his waistband. Trying to act casual, pretending not to notice he was alone with me in the house.
He asked if Josh was around.
“Nope,” I said, and leaned in the doorframe. “Just me.”
He hesitated. Smiled too fast. Said he’d wait.
I let him. Sat down on the couch, legs open, basketball shorts pushed high. His eyes dropped. He caught himself. Looked at his phone. Then let his eyes drop again.
I waited until they landed on my bulge. Didn’t say a word. Just adjusted it, slow and lazy. The shift made him freeze.
“You wanna be next?” I asked.
He looked up like he didn’t hear me.
“You heard me.”
He stared at my lap. Didn’t move. Breath stuck in his chest.
I stood. Walked over. Didn’t touch him yet. Just let him feel the size, the weight, the heat through the air between us.
“You talk to Josh about it?” I asked, letting my breath hit his cheek.
“N-no,” he muttered.
I leaned in.
“You gonna?”
He shook his head.
“Good.”
My hand cupped the back of his neck. Fingers slid up, gripped the base of his skull, tilted his head back. Lips parted. Eyes heavy. Already leaking in his jeans.
I walked him to the couch without a word.
Shoved him down. Pulled his pants open. Cock thick and flushed and wet. He gasped when I spat on it.
“Keep breathing,” I said, jerking him slow.
He nodded. Chest rising fast. Hands clutching the cushion.
“Call Josh,” I said.
“What?”
“Call him.”
He blinked. “Why?”
“Do it.”
He fumbled for his phone. Thumb hovered. I shoved the tip in my mouth while he was still unlocking the screen.
He whimpered.
Tongue circled the head. Sucked him slow. Just enough to make his hand tremble while he pressed Josh’s name.
Josh picked up.
“Hey.”
“Hey man,” he said, voice tight. “I’m at your place. Thought you were home.”
“Nah, I had to run out. Logan there?”
He swallowed hard.
“Y-yeah. He’s here.”
I pulled off his cock. Let a string of spit drop onto his balls.
Josh kept talking.
“Cool. Just hang out till I’m back.”
“Sure,” he choked.
I mouthed his sack. Licked slow. Stared up while he tried to keep his voice steady.
“Anyway,” Josh said. “You good?”
I shoved two fingers in my mouth. Coated them. Pulled his legs open.
“Y-yeah,” he croaked. “I’m… good.”
Fingers pressed against his hole. Tight. Unused. He flinched. Then moaned. Loud.
“You okay?” Josh asked.
He covered the mic and whispered, “Please.”
I slid my fingers in. He arched. Grabbed my wrist.
“You okay?” Josh asked again.
He gasped. “I—I stubbed my toe. I’m fine.”
I pulled my shorts down. Cock sprang free. Slapped against his taint.
His eyes went wide.
I pressed the tip to his hole.
“Keep him talking,” I said.
He nodded, dazed.
“So what time you heading back?” he asked Josh, voice cracking.
“Fifteen minutes. Why?”
“No reason.”
I pushed in.
He bit his lip hard.
I gripped his hips and buried it. Deep. Slow. Every inch.
He moaned through his teeth. Barely breathing.
Josh kept rambling.
“You sure you’re okay? You sound weird.”
“I’m—” he shuddered. “I’m great.”
I started to move. Deep strokes. Full grind. His cock twitched between his abs and the phone.
I reached up. Hit speaker.
Josh’s voice filled the room.
“You good?” Josh asked.
He couldn’t answer.
My hand wrapped around his throat.
“I said—” Josh repeated.
“He’s busy,” I growled, and hung up.
He just stared at me.
Phone still in his hand, screen dark. Chest heaving. Hole stretched wide around my cock. Every thrust made his abs twitch. Every grind pushed another drop of precum out onto his stomach.
“Didn’t think this was gonna happen today, huh?” I said, dragging my cock out slow.
He whimpered. Eyes rolled back.
I leaned in. Fisted his hair. Forced his head back till he was looking at me.
“You’ve been thinking about it though.”
He nodded. Tiny. Barely there.
“I said—” I slammed into him again. “You’ve been thinking about it.”
“Yes,” he gasped.
“When?”
“Since… since that time at the pool…”
I smirked. “When I pulled your shorts down?”
He nodded again, breathless. “Yeah.”
I stayed deep. Just held it there. Let the pressure build.
“You looked hard then too.”
He didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
“You gonna leak all over Josh’s couch?”
He moaned and grabbed my arm.
“Answer me.”
“Yes—fuck—I’m gonna—”
I pulled out. He gasped in shock. Tried to grab me. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them down.
“Flip over.”
He obeyed without thinking. Face down on the cushion, ass still gaping. I lined up again, slapped his cheek once, then drove back in with one smooth thrust.
His whole body jolted.
I grabbed his waist and started fucking him hard. Slow at first. Then faster. The kind of rhythm that forced the moans out of him.
“You think Josh’s ever gonna find out?”
“N-no.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re dripping on his fucking pillows.”
He sobbed.
I leaned down, bit his shoulder, and kept thrusting. Sweat running down my back, balls slapping against his soaked hole.
“Should call him back,” I muttered.
“No—please—don’t—”
“Why not? He should hear what a little bitch his best friend turned into.”
“Logan—please—”
I grinned against his skin.
“Say you want it.”
“I want it,” he cried. “I want it so fucking bad.”
I grabbed his hips. Pulled him up. Sat down on the couch and dragged him back onto my cock.
He straddled me now. Cock drooling down my abs. Hole stretched wide.
“Ride it.”
He did. Weak at first. Then harder. Eyes shut tight. Muscles flexing. Sounding desperate.
“I’m—gonna—”
“No you’re not.”
He froze.
“You don’t cum ‘til I do.”
He whined. Tried to hold it back. I started thrusting up into him, holding his hips still. He shuddered with every stroke.
“Say it,” I growled.
“I don’t cum until you do—”
“Good.”
I bit his neck, slammed up one more time, and unloaded deep inside him.
He screamed through his teeth, body shaking, and spilled all over my chest without touching himself.
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Everyone is 18+ and everything is fully consensual.
Josh’s friend showed up in that tight white shirt again. One of those gym-cut things with sleeves clinging to his arms, hem riding high over his waistband. Trying to act casual, pretending not to notice he was alone with me in the house.
He asked if Josh was around.
“Nope,” I said, and leaned in the doorframe. “Just me.”
He hesitated. Smiled too fast. Said he’d wait.
I let him. Sat down on the couch, legs open, basketball shorts pushed high. His eyes dropped. He caught himself. Looked at his phone. Then let his eyes drop again.
I waited until they landed on my bulge. Didn’t say a word. Just adjusted it, slow and lazy. The shift made him freeze.
“You wanna be next?” I asked.
He looked up like he didn’t hear me.
“You heard me.”
He stared at my lap. Didn’t move. Breath stuck in his chest.
I stood. Walked over. Didn’t touch him yet. Just let him feel the size, the weight, the heat through the air between us.
“You talk to Josh about it?” I asked, letting my breath hit his cheek.
“N-no,” he muttered.
I leaned in.
“You gonna?”
He shook his head.
“Good.”
My hand cupped the back of his neck. Fingers slid up, gripped the base of his skull, tilted his head back. Lips parted. Eyes heavy. Already leaking in his jeans.
I walked him to the couch without a word.
Shoved him down. Pulled his pants open. Cock thick and flushed and wet. He gasped when I spat on it.
“Keep breathing,” I said, jerking him slow.
He nodded. Chest rising fast. Hands clutching the cushion.
“Call Josh,” I said.
“What?”
“Call him.”
He blinked. “Why?”
“Do it.”
He fumbled for his phone. Thumb hovered. I shoved the tip in my mouth while he was still unlocking the screen.
He whimpered.
Tongue circled the head. Sucked him slow. Just enough to make his hand tremble while he pressed Josh’s name.
Josh picked up.
“Hey.”
“Hey man,” he said, voice tight. “I’m at your place. Thought you were home.”
“Nah, I had to run out. Logan there?”
He swallowed hard.
“Y-yeah. He’s here.”
I pulled off his cock. Let a string of spit drop onto his balls.
Josh kept talking.
“Cool. Just hang out till I’m back.”
“Sure,” he choked.
I mouthed his sack. Licked slow. Stared up while he tried to keep his voice steady.
“Anyway,” Josh said. “You good?”
I shoved two fingers in my mouth. Coated them. Pulled his legs open.
“Y-yeah,” he croaked. “I’m… good.”
Fingers pressed against his hole. Tight. Unused. He flinched. Then moaned. Loud.
“You okay?” Josh asked.
He covered the mic and whispered, “Please.”
I slid my fingers in. He arched. Grabbed my wrist.
“You okay?” Josh asked again.
He gasped. “I—I stubbed my toe. I’m fine.”
I pulled my shorts down. Cock sprang free. Slapped against his taint.
His eyes went wide.
I pressed the tip to his hole.
“Keep him talking,” I said.
He nodded, dazed.
“So what time you heading back?” he asked Josh, voice cracking.
“Fifteen minutes. Why?”
“No reason.”
I pushed in.
He bit his lip hard.
I gripped his hips and buried it. Deep. Slow. Every inch.
He moaned through his teeth. Barely breathing.
Josh kept rambling.
“You sure you’re okay? You sound weird.”
“I’m—” he shuddered. “I’m great.”
I started to move. Deep strokes. Full grind. His cock twitched between his abs and the phone.
I reached up. Hit speaker.
Josh’s voice filled the room.
“You good?” Josh asked.
He couldn’t answer.
My hand wrapped around his throat.
“I said—” Josh repeated.
“He’s busy,” I growled, and hung up.
He just stared at me.
Phone still in his hand, screen dark. Chest heaving. Hole stretched wide around my cock. Every thrust made his abs twitch. Every grind pushed another drop of precum out onto his stomach.
“Didn’t think this was gonna happen today, huh?” I said, dragging my cock out slow.
He whimpered. Eyes rolled back.
I leaned in. Fisted his hair. Forced his head back till he was looking at me.
“You’ve been thinking about it though.”
He nodded. Tiny. Barely there.
“I said—” I slammed into him again. “You’ve been thinking about it.”
“Yes,” he gasped.
“When?”
“Since… since that time at the pool…”
I smirked. “When I pulled your shorts down?”
He nodded again, breathless. “Yeah.”
I stayed deep. Just held it there. Let the pressure build.
“You looked hard then too.”
He didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
“You gonna leak all over Josh’s couch?”
He moaned and grabbed my arm.
“Answer me.”
“Yes—fuck—I’m gonna—”
I pulled out. He gasped in shock. Tried to grab me. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them down.
“Flip over.”
He obeyed without thinking. Face down on the cushion, ass still gaping. I lined up again, slapped his cheek once, then drove back in with one smooth thrust.
His whole body jolted.
I grabbed his waist and started fucking him hard. Slow at first. Then faster. The kind of rhythm that forced the moans out of him.
“You think Josh’s ever gonna find out?”
“N-no.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re dripping on his fucking pillows.”
He sobbed.
I leaned down, bit his shoulder, and kept thrusting. Sweat running down my back, balls slapping against his soaked hole.
“Should call him back,” I muttered.
“No—please—don’t—”
“Why not? He should hear what a little bitch his best friend turned into.”
“Logan—please—”
I grinned against his skin.
“Say you want it.”
“I want it,” he cried. “I want it so fucking bad.”
I grabbed his hips. Pulled him up. Sat down on the couch and dragged him back onto my cock.
He straddled me now. Cock drooling down my abs. Hole stretched wide.
“Ride it.”
He did. Weak at first. Then harder. Eyes shut tight. Muscles flexing. Sounding desperate.
“I’m—gonna—”
“No you’re not.”
He froze.
“You don’t cum ‘til I do.”
He whined. Tried to hold it back. I started thrusting up into him, holding his hips still. He shuddered with every stroke.
“Say it,” I growled.
“I don’t cum until you do—”
“Good.”
I bit his neck, slammed up one more time, and unloaded deep inside him.
He screamed through his teeth, body shaking, and spilled all over my chest without touching himself.
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