My Straight Friend Begging me to Defile Him

My Straight Friend Begging me to Defile Him, Part Deux:


As the bright summer morning sun began to shine through the window, reflecting off of the water outside, we began to stir. Naked and entangled was a great way to wake up. We had been generating a lot of body heat, and so there was only a light sheet still partially draped over us. I think our legs were pretty much uncovered. I could feel Tom’s warm breath on my neck, his arm still wrapped around me at the waist. He pulled me closer to him, and I could feel his cock was hard, now pressed against me. It was no surprise that two 18-year-old guys both had morning wood, especially after the night before, and then waking up still intertwined.


Neither of us spoke, but Tom began rubbing his throbbing fat cock against my crack. He had never mentioned wanting to fuck me (the only conversations about sex we ever had were the ones in the two weeks leading up to the 4th of July, specifically about his desire to have me help him fulfill the fantasy of being fucked). We had accomplished that mission, but now it was clear that he still had more ideas. I was totally open to that, and in that moment, was going to let him do whatever he wanted.


I was very turned on by all of the dry friction he was creating by rubbing his cock against and inside my ass crack. I knew I was moaning a bit, and so was he. We really couldn’t make too much noise, because the house was full of people now. Still, I don’t think either of us was giving a shit at that time. Tom started to poke his cock head at my hole. It did occur to me that there was absolutely no kind of lube in play here, but I wasn’t going to break the moment by asking for any, or reaching for any. Since I had been in control the day before (the way he wanted it), I was going to let him be in control this morning. I guess he was really in control the whole time…


Tom used the leg he wasn’t laying on to draw me as close as he could, reached under the sheets with the hand and arm of the same side, and guided his bulbous cock head to my hole. He inhaled sharply, and then began pushing it inside me. Still, neither of us had spoken a single word. He kind of nudged it into me in three or four shoves, with the last one being the most forceful, and the one that delivered the most cock at once. I think I got the last three inches with that final shove. Somehow, even though this was a truly bareback insertion, it felt completely good in every way. It didn’t hurt at all. It felt smooth, and comfortable. Still, I felt “full” with him inside me, but in a very satisfying way. Before long, Tom settled into a pretty steady, slow, fuck. He was being gentle, and passionate about it, which was hot, and surprising — especially given his stature and his persona.. Towering at 6’5”, and with the personality to match — and the cock! — anyone would have expected being fucked by him would be a true railing. It was not at all.


After only about two minutes, he whispered in my ear, “I’m going to cum.” He stayed with his mouth and nose in the place just behind my ear on my neck. His warm breath turned me on so much that I felt like I was going to cum without even touching myself. All of a sudden, he let out several short gasps, andI knew he was cumming. I could actually feel his cum inside me, which sent me over the top. I had no expectations. I didn’t know if you could feel the cum as it hit your insides or not. I loved that I could. Tom pumped a few more times after the last spurt, so the cum was now lube. When he kept fucking me with his cum, I did actually bust in the sheets without ever touching myself. It felt better than anything I had experienced to that point (other than cumming inside his ass the day before. Those two may have been a tie). I realized Tom had done that for me. Somehow, he knew he would make me cum. He reached around, scooped up some of my cum, and licked it off his fingers. He went back for seconds, so I guess he liked it.


When he was done, he didn’t pull out. Just as he had asked me to stay inside of him the day before when I was done cumming, he did the same with me. We stayed there just like that, and he fell back asleep. I could hear him sleeping again by his breathing. I loved that, and I fell back asleep to the sound of him sleeping, and the feel of him and his essence inside of me. In that moment, everything was completely right in the world.


We slept for another hour, but then were awaked by others starting to wake up and make noise. I rolled over enough to see Tom’s face (for the first time since we fell asleep the night before), and said, “Good morning, Stud.” He laughed, and said, “Good morning.” I asked him, “do you think we should get up?” He said, “not really.” I asked, “what do you want to do?” He replied, “stay here like this all day.” That sounded good to me, but we both knew it wasn’t possible. I just told him, “I’m not ever going to tell you to pull your cock out of me, just so you know.” Somehow, he was still actually inside of me. I don’t think he ever got completely soft, so he remained in me the entire hour we had gone back to sleep. Tom guffawed when I said that, and pretty loudly, too. He said, “well, if I promise to put it back in later, maybe you’ll let me take it out for now, and I’ll make us French Toast?” That sounded like a pretty good compromise. French Toast was his specialty. Everyone in that house was going to be expecting it soon anyway, and it would make Tom the hero of the morning. Well, he already was mine. I told him it sounded like a deal to me. We leaned in for a kiss, which was still a nicer wake-up moment yet, and as we let the kiss dissipate, he gently pulled out of me. I will admit that when he was finally out of me, I felt sad for a moment or two. We had been connected for so long, that when we weren’t any more, I had a momentary wave of sadness come over me. Tom must’ve seen some reaction or facial expression, and realized I felt badly. He just said, “if we fuck as often as I jerk off, you won’t have much time to feel bad, Mike,” and kissed me once more as he untangled the sheet from us and his leg from mine. He stood up from the bed and then extended his hand to mine. As he was pulling me up from my bed, I was in awe of how stunningly good-looking he was. I could not believe I had been lucky enough to make love with him. His body looked like something you only see in a magazine; yet, he was real, and he was right there with me. As he reached for his underwear, I thought it a shame for him to put clothes on. I told him, “You should be naked all the time!” Tom let out another guffaw, and then just said, “don’t worry, they’ll be coming off again soon enough.” As we were getting dressed, I asked him, “do you think anyone heard us?” Tom said, “Mike, make your life a lot easier. Assume that they did, and walk around all day like a boss because you’ve already had sex twice since we’ve been here, and you’ll be having a lot more before we leave, and a lot more after that…”
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My Straight Friend Begging me to Defile Him

Part 3


A little while later, we were all seated around the table being treated to Tom’s French Toast, looking out at the still water of the early morning. My father asked, “so, did everyone sleep well?” Without skipping a beat, my aunt was the first to chime in, “yes, but not as well as the King and his Prince.”


Both of my parents just looked at her quizzically, not really understanding, and my father responding, “what do you mean?” My aunt replied, “Oh, COME ON! These two are like two rabbits in heat. Don’t you people see that?!” I thought my mother would choke. My father was without words. My parents looked at one another in total astonishment and disbelief about what my aunt had just blurted out. No one knew what to say, until Tom found the words: “See Mike, I told you. At least that cat’s out of the bag. Life will be much easier now.” Then, he leaned over, and kissed me right on the lips at the table in front of the entire family. Then, he asked, “who wants more?” My aunt, always too quick and too obnoxious, “Apparently, the King does!” My mother somehow found it within her to break the tension, “So, Mike, when are you and Tom getting out on the water?” I just looked at her and said, “after we’re done with breakfast.” My mother replied, “that’s good. I’m glad you guys have such a nice day for it. The weather is supposed to be really nice this weekend.”


And that was the end of it. Tom was right. Somehow, he had put an end to all of the awkwardness in just a matter of minutes, and no one ever asked any further questions, other than the one I asked myself: How did we go from being childhood friends to “out” lovers in a matter of two weeks? Then, I found the answer, too: AOL. Yes, the Internet was responsible for this, or at least allowed it to happen. It was the facilitator. Who knows if Tom ever would have found the courage to do what he did were it not for him being behind that computer screen with some rum and Coke one night?


We spent an amazing day on the Jet-Ski, the beach, and in the water. We would always wear ourselves out completely on these weekends. When we went up to bed that night, we weren’t any different than any of the other couples going up to bed: my parents, my aunt and uncle, or anyone else.


Tom and I went into my room, closed the door, and got undressed. We climbed into bed, and Tom spooned me from behind, putting his leg over mine, and his arm around my waist. Somehow, we already had a regular position. I could feel his mouth and nose in the crook of my neck near my ear, as usual. He began to draw me in close with that upper leg, and I could feel his fat, throbbing cock up against me. He guided it towards its home, and drove it inside. Within a minute or so, Tom was back to his slow, rhythmic fucking — which was really much more making love than fucking.


This time, he spent more time kissing my neck and being a little bit more involved romantically from the next up. I turned back at him so we could tongue kiss as he continued to make love. He lasted a little bit longer this time, an extra couple of minutes, which was nice. Then, I recognized the breathing pattern of him getting ready to cum. This time, I wanted us to be kissing when he did it, so I craned my neck around, and interlocked tongues with him as he unleashed his essence inside of me. When he was done, just like last time, he continued to fuck for a bit, now with his cum inside me, reaching around to jerk me off. Somehow, since he was so tall, he was able to reach over — all the while his cock inside me — and suck my dick until I came in his mouth. He swallowed it all up, and then leaned back on his pillow. We fell asleep just like that yet again: his cock still inside me, his leg over mine, and his arm around me just above the waist. My only concern as I drifted off to sleep behind him was: what would happen after this weekend at the beach ended?
 
I shared a real story also in January. Sad I had to delete it because a lot of people figured out who we were and he's straight. He was my passenger in the airplane and had a gf.. however our friendship developed into something more.. 7 mos fast forward. We are still together and we are going to my home country together for the first time.

I am a sucker for this kind of love story ❤️
 
I shared a real story also in January. Sad I had to delete it because a lot of people figured out who we were and he's straight. He was my passenger in the airplane and had a gf.. however our friendship developed into something more.. 7 mos fast forward. We are still together and we are going to my home country together for the first time.

I am a sucker for this kind of love story ❤️
I’m glad to hear you are together! 😍
 
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