My Curious Straight Friend | E4

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

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Now He Wanted to Experience Rimming and I Was Truly Surprised.

For a moment after what had happened, none of us spoke. Kyle was still lying on his stomach, warm, broken, as if his body was just learning a new language. I sat next to him, calm, attentive, allowing the silence to linger for as long as it needed to.

Finally, he lifted his head and looked at me. There was no longer uncertainty in his eyes. There was curiosity. Courage. And something that only appears when someone has just crossed a line and discovered that the world on the other side is... tempting.

"Matt," he said quietly. "I'd like... to feel that too."

I frowned slightly, but didn't interrupt him.

"Not as the one who takes. Just... doing it to you. I want to know what it's like to give that feeling to someone else."

For a split second, a very simple, certain thought popped into my head:

Oh, you'll find out. I have a very sexy ass.

I didn't say it out loud. I just smiled slightly and ran my hand over his shoulder.

"All right," I replied calmly.

I saw him swallow. As if he had just confirmed something to himself.

I got up first. I did it without rushing, without nervous movements. I wanted him to see me as I was, confident in my body, calm in this role. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that his gaze was following me intently. And that his body was reacting. Slightly. Naturally.

I undressed slowly. Not because I was hesitant, quite the contrary. I wanted Kyle to see it. Every movement. Every inch of skin deliberately exposed. My way of saying, "Look how much I trust you." And at the same time, "Look what you're getting yourself into."

I slid off my boxers, standing right next to the bed, and noticed that Kyle had frozen. He didn't move, he just stared. There was a tension in his gaze that I knew all too well, it wasn't just admiration for my body. It was hunger mixed with slight shock. As if only now did he really see me as a sexual partner. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his cock twitch slightly. It was soft, but alive. Just looking was enough for him.

I smiled to myself. It turned me on. His reaction, his tension, his receptiveness.

I got on the bed and got on all fours, facing the pillow. There was something strangely intimate about being so exposed, so open. I wanted him to see what trust looked like.

"Stand behind me. Kneel. Slowly."

I heard the rustle of the sheets. He moved closer.

"Slowly at first," I said quietly, calmly. "Just your tongue. Swirl it around. Take your time."

I fell silent for a moment, feeling his hand brush my thigh, settling between my legs.

"You have everything you need," I added in a whisper. "And you have me."

I knew that his tongue was about to touch me for the first time.

And that it would be the beginning of something he couldn’t yet name, but already desired.

His breath came first. Warm, uncertain, just above my skin. I felt it between my buttocks before he did anything, as if he were holding back on the edge of something that would change everything. I was ready. Relaxed. Open. I knew it was his first time, but I trusted him without a shadow of fear.

And then I felt the first touch of his tongue. Quiet, almost non-existent, but real nonetheless. He licked me gently, just grazing the surface. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the intensity. The first contact was always the deepest. And with his lips, uncertain but focused, I felt something more.

"Good..." I murmured, closing my eyes. "Move it slowly. Take your time."

He did. He began to circle his tongue, more and more boldly, more and more widely. He pressed a little harder, then pulled back and came back again. His breathing became heavier with each movement. As if he himself was surprised by how much he was getting into it.

I guided him with my voice.

"Higher... there. Yes. Now suck gently."

I felt his tongue envelop me, sliding in a little deeper. I also felt his hands, resting on my thighs for more control. It was a reflex that betrayed his involvement.

I started to breathe harder. Every lick, every suck sent a jolt through my spine. I tensed my abdominal muscles, felt a tingling in my testicles. I was hard. More than I had expected.

I turned my head over my shoulder and looked at him. I saw him, focused, his cheeks flushed, his hair slightly disheveled.

"You're hard too..." I said with a slight smile.

He paused for a split second, surprised. He looked at me and laughed quietly.

"I guess... I can't not be anymore."

"Then don't stop."

He returned to my ass deeper, harder, his tongue working faster, more precisely. He sucked between my buttocks until I trembled.

I felt my body beginning to lose control.

And he was just getting started.

I had no idea how far this would go.

At first, I thought he would explore, try, touch with his tongue, maybe lick a few times and stop. But Kyle didn't stop. On the contrary. With every second, he became more and more confident. His tongue worked faster, deeper, more precisely. He sucked me in. He swirled it hard in the middle. He knew what he was doing, or rather, his body was beginning to know. The moans I made must have fueled him.

I felt myself tensing up. Hardening to the limit. My testicles rising.

The thought in my head: Wait... fuck... this is his first time... how the hell is he doing so well?

He sucked harder, his tongue went deeper. His hands grabbed my hips and held me down.

"Oh yes," I whispered, "fuck..."

I trembled. My whole body bent like a taut bow.

I came, violently, not quite believing it was happening. My cum shot straight down, shaking me with waves, one after another. I let out a deep, broken moan.

It took Kyle a few seconds to pull his tongue out. He sat back on his heels, panting as if he had run a marathon. He looked at me silently. I was still kneeling, my ass raised, my arms trembling.

I slowly dropped to my elbows. The silence between us was overwhelming.

One unquestionable thought pulsed in my head:

This was one of the best rimming experiences I'd ever had. And it was his first time.

I looked over my shoulder. Kyle looked shocked, but… proud. Shy, but genuinely proud.

I closed my eyes.

And I already knew he was starting to take more and more pleasure from it.

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