My Straight Friend and My Crush | E8

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

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Noah Showed Me He Could Do More.

I wasn't expecting him. It was almost 8 p.m., I was sitting in my sweatpants, tea in hand, when someone knocked. I opened the door, and there was Noah. No words. No warning. He just stood there. Cap, jacket, shoes, as if he had just come back from a run. But his gaze was different. Heavier. Serious.

"Did Max give himself to you?" he asked quietly, without preamble.

I froze. I didn't deny it. I didn't lie. It was enough that our eyes met. He knew. Or Max told him.

There was a long moment of silence before he added,

"I want to do it better."

I narrowed my eyes. I didn't know if it was pride, jealousy, desire, or all of the above. But there was a need in it. Not a moment of elation, not an impulse. Just a decision.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," he replied calmly. "I'll show you that I'm better than him."

I trembled slightly. My cock instantly began to stiffen under the fabric. Not only because of what he said, but because of the way he said it. No shouting. No questions. Just, "Your turn."

Without waiting for more, I let him in. He took off his shoes. His jacket. He sat down for a moment, as if catching his breath before something big. He knew why he was here.

He stood up. He looked me in the eyes once more and said:

"Let's go to your bedroom."

I didn't answer. I moved first. I could hear his footsteps behind me. I had only one thought in my head: I can't believe this is really happening.

But it was happening.

The bedroom was quiet. Warm light seeped from the lamp by the bed. No music, no talking. Just breathing. And glances.

We stood facing each other. Noah was already without his sweatshirt. He reached for his waistband and, without a word, began to take off the rest. He slowly slid down his pants, then his boxers. There was not a hint of uncertainty in it. No jokes. Just a decision. He was completely naked, with a hardening cock and heavy breathing.

I undressed in front of him, more slowly, with growing excitement. When I pulled off the last piece, my cock sprang out hard, taut, ready. But it wasn't the center of attention.

Noah came over and turned around himself. He lay down on the bed. On his stomach. His arms relaxed. His ass raised. He just stuck it out, ready. And waited.

I looked at him for a moment. At his breath. At his neck, which trembled slightly. At his ass, firm, warm, tense. But the silence spoke the most. Because Noah didn't say anything else. No "please," no "I'm ready." His body did it for him.

I knelt down next to him and touched him gently at first. My hands moved down his back, then to his sides, until I finally grabbed his buttocks. Noah sighed quietly, almost silently. But his body reacted with tension, movement, as if he wanted more.

I leaned over and kissed his neck. Slowly. Tenderly. I felt him tense up, breathe deeper. But he still didn't say anything. He was breathing for both of us.

My fingers moved lower. Between his buttocks. I felt the warmth of his skin, the moisture from sweat. I took the bottle of gel and squeezed some onto his hole. He shuddered. I added more. I spread it slowly, in circular motions.

"Can I stretch you with my fingers?" I asked quietly, leaning toward his ear.

"Absolutely," he replied immediately, his voice deep and dark. Without hesitation.

I slid in my first finger. Then the second. Noah's body opened up to me as if it had been waiting for this. He didn't clench. On the contrary. He accepted everything.

As my fingers worked inside him, I could feel his body changing. He was no longer tense. He was relaxing rhythmically. He was opening slowly, as if with every movement he was saying: more, further, harder.

I slid down and began kissing his back, from his neck, through his shoulder blades, to the base of his spine. My lips glided over his warm skin, and Noah moved slightly with each touch.

Noah didn't turn around. He didn't ask any questions. He breathed quickly but quietly, as if he didn't want to disturb me.

Finally, I took my fingers out. I reached for the lube again, then for my cock. It was rock hard. Slippery, hot, ready.

I knelt behind him and grabbed his hips. Noah lifted his ass slightly, exposing himself even more.

"Ready?" I asked, though I knew the answer.

He didn't answer. He just nodded.

I put the head of my cock against his entrance. I pushed lightly. Not entering yet, just teasing. Noah held his breath.

"Relax," I whispered in his ear. "I want you to feel everything."

I began to enter. Millimeter by millimeter. I stretched him slowly but firmly. His breathing became ragged. He groaned loudly, as if it had taken him by surprise.

I was close to him the whole time, with my body, my words, my touch. I held him by the hip with one hand and by the shoulder with the other. I felt his warmth, his surrender.

I entered him completely. All the way. And I didn't move for a moment. I just stayed inside him. Noah exhaled. Quietly, with a long hiss.

I started to move. Slowly. As if I wanted this moment to last forever. My cock moved in and out of his body in a calm, deep rhythm. Moist sounds filled the bedroom, but apart from that, only our breathing. Rapid. Deep.

Noah was silent. But his body said it all. He tensed his buttocks with every thrust, spreading his thighs even wider, as if he wanted more. Deeper. Harder.

I grabbed his hips with both hands and pulled him closer as I thrust even deeper. With every movement, I felt his insides tighten around me, as if they didn't want to let me go.

He moaned. Loudly for the first time. Then again. And again. Each moan sounded like a confession.

I leaned over him. My chest pressed against his back. My lips found his neck. I began to kiss him, with my teeth, my tongue, my breath.

"Can you feel that?" I whispered.

He nodded.

I pushed harder. Deeper. Noah growled and his body rose. His hands clenched the sheets.

He wasn't touching his cock. Yet I could feel his body trembling. His insides pulsing.

"Are you coming?" I asked, without slowing down.

"Yes..." he moaned, his voice broken. "Yes..."

And then it happened.

His body tensed like a string. He trembled all over. Cum shot out onto the bed, without any touch. Only from inside.

I was still inside him. I was still holding him. And I didn't stop moving.

A few last thrusts. Deep ones. With a force I could no longer control. And then...

"Fuck..." I moaned. And I came inside him.

The heat spilled inside his body. My hips stopped. My breath caught in my chest.

After a moment, I lay down on top of him, without pulling out.

I kissed his neck. His shoulders.

"You were amazing," I whispered.

Noah didn't answer. But his body was breathing beneath mine. Deeply. Heavily. Calmly.

The silence between us was no longer a competition. It was something... more.

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