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My Curious Straight Friend | E1
🕑 Added 2026-01-16 15:30:58 +0000 UTCAll characters in this story are over 18 years of age.
I've known Kyle for years. We were the kind of friends who could go a week without talking and then pick up where we left off in a second. He was always the quiet, calm, athletic type, a little withdrawn, but with a warmth that shone through in every smile. I liked him. Maybe even more than I wanted to admit.
He had been with his girlfriend for as long as I could remember, but he never seemed completely fulfilled. It was as if something in him was always suspended, unspoken. Or maybe it was just me seeing it that way because I was looking for something in him that others didn't see?
Kyle walked into my apartment without a word, as if the door had opened for him on its own.
I saw his face and knew immediately that something had happened. He had an expression I had never seen on him before, as if the whole world had suddenly become too small for him. He threw his backpack down by the door and sat heavily on my couch, not looking me in the eye.
"I told her," he muttered.
I sat down opposite him, calmly, without rushing. "Who?"
He shrugged. "My girlfriend. That... I've been thinking about having sex with a guy for some time now. That I don't know what it means. That maybe I want to try it. And that it doesn't mean I don't love her."
He was silent for a moment, then added quietly, "She burst out laughing. She said it was sick. That I should never bring up such topics again."
There was shame in his eyes. But underneath it, there was something else. Something that wouldn't go away.
"It's not sick, Kyle," I said calmly. "It's courage. That you want to understand yourself."
He looked at me for a moment. "I started reading... forums, posts, questions. What it's like... to take it in your mouth. How a dick gets hard between your lips. How a guy enters a guy and they both feel it.
He trailed off. "Maybe it's stupid. Maybe it's just me."
"It's not you," I replied. "The body doesn't lie."
He looked me in the face.
"If you... could show me...?"
He didn't have to finish. I could see he really wanted to.
"If you really want to, Kyle... we can try it together. No pressure."
He nodded, then added, "But this stays between us. My girlfriend would go crazy."
"I promise. Just us."
I moved closer.
"Where do you want to start?"
He hesitated for only a second.
"I want to know what it's like... when a guy gives a guy a blowjob."
"Okay," I said calmly, not taking my eyes off him.
"Get undressed."
I saw his breathing quicken. He stood up and, without a word, began to pull his T-shirt over his head. His body was exactly as I remembered it from all those trips to the lake together, but now I looked at it differently. His tense chest, his abdominal muscles trembling slightly, as if he wasn't sure he was doing the right thing. But he was. He slid off his pants, then his boxers, and stood before me completely naked. His cock was semi-erect, as if his body already knew that this wasn't just a conversation.
"Sit down," I pointed to a spot on the couch.
He sat down slowly, a little stiffly, as if he were sitting on a hot iron.
"Everything okay?" I asked quietly.
"Yes," he replied, but his eyes said more than his words. He was tense, but... not withdrawn. He wanted to do this.
I knelt between his legs. I smelled him, clean, slightly sweet, familiar. It was different from women. Something closer, more physical. I leaned over and slowly put my lips to his thigh, not his cock. A gentle kiss. Then another. Until his breathing changed.
I looked up at him from below.
"Just breathe. You don't have to do anything."
He nodded. His hands clenched on the sides of the couch.
I gently moved my lips towards his crotch, not touching his member yet. I felt his thighs twitch. It was a palpable tension, as if his body wanted to surrender.
Finally, I brushed his cock with my lips. It wasn't fully hard yet, but I could already feel the pulse under the skin. I took it slowly into my mouth, without rushing, calmly, tenderly. And just then, in that one moment, I felt it start to harden. His body was responding. It was in my mouth and was getting heavier and heavier, more and more alive.
I didn't move quickly. I wanted him to feel it. Every millimeter, every change. He was breathing louder and deeper. He moaned softly.
And I just kept sucking him, calmly, confidently, with my full attention on him.
There was something incredible about how his body responded to my mouth. Kyle sat spread out in front of me, completely naked, but it wasn't a sight of domination. It was a sight of trust. Of surrender. And something even deeper, a curiosity he could no longer ignore.
His cock wasn't even fully hard when I started sucking it. But I could feel it. How it pulsed against my tongue. How the skin tightened. How it grew, heavier with every second. I was the first guy to touch it like this. And he knew it.
I slid down, taking him deeper into my mouth until I felt him rest against my tongue. He was hot. Alive. My lips wrapped tightly around him, and I moved slowly, it wasn't about the pace. It was about awareness. So that Kyle could feel my every movement, every inch of moisture, warmth, suction.
I looked up. His head was tilted back, his eyes half-closed, his mouth slightly open. His hands were still clenched on the couch, as if he didn't know what to do with them. His breathing was ragged, irregular.
I kissed the tip. I ran my tongue along its entire length. I took it into my mouth again, this time even deeper.
I felt his hips twitch slightly under my hands.
"Fuck..." he whispered almost silently.
I didn't stop. I just sucked harder, guiding him further. I could feel his skin tightening with every second. His cock stiffening to its full length, hard and full, perfectly fitting my mouth.
I started moving rhythmically. Lips, tongue, light sucking, full attention. I felt his warmth, his taste. He had a slight salty aftertaste.
When he moaned louder, I looked up. He was looking at me.
I saw the moment when he lost the last of his control. His body betrayed him completely, his hips began to move on their own, his breathing became more and more ragged, and his hands let go of the couch only to dig into the pillow next to it. He was tense from head to toe.
I took him deeper. I could feel his cock hitting the roof of my mouth, throbbing harder and harder. I slowed down just for a moment, just when his body was begging for more. It was like leading someone over the edge. I knew what I was doing.
"Matt... I..." he broke off, unable to finish.
I tightened my lips, deepened my suction, added my tongue. Every movement was deliberate. Every one mattered. I heard his moans, felt his thighs tremble, saw his stomach tighten in short, nervous spasms.
And then it happened.
His body stiffened suddenly, violently, as if someone had pulled an invisible string. He moaned loudly, rough and raw, completely different from before. I felt the first wave of cum hit my throat. I didn’t pull back. I didn’t stop. I took everything.
I swallowed. Every wave. Every spasm.
I stayed there for a moment, holding him in my mouth, feeling his body tremble, the tension slowly leaving him. Only when his breathing began to calm down did I slide out slowly, gently, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Kyle slumped heavily onto the back of the couch. He was breathing deeply, his eyes closed. He was completely disarmed.
And I looked at him calmly, knowing one thing:
It was the beginning.
For a moment, the room was completely silent. Only his breathing, deep and still a little uneven, filled the space between us. Kyle sat leaning against the couch, naked, relaxed in a way I had never seen him before. As if something inside him had fallen away. As if he had stopped guarding himself.
I got up slowly and sat down next to him, not touching him right away. I didn't want to ruin the moment. After a first time like that, silence is sometimes more important than words.
"Matt..." he finally said, quietly. "That was..."
He hesitated, as if searching for the right word.
"That was amazing."
He looked at me, this time without shame. There was shock in his eyes, but not regret. Rather, surprise at how much he had enjoyed it.
"You sucked... better than my girlfriend," he added after a moment, a little uncertainly, as if checking to see if he could say it.
I smiled slightly. Not triumphantly. Calmly.
"I have a feeling," I replied, "that I can do more things than your girlfriend. And that I can do them... better."
He swallowed. I could see it working inside him. New questions, new images forming in his head.
"That... doesn't change anything, does it?" he asked. "It was just...
He trailed off.
"An experiment?" I finished for him.
He nodded, but he didn't look convinced.
"It only changes one thing," I said quietly. "Now you know what it's like."
Another moment of silence fell. This time it was thicker.
Kyle looked down at his body, then back at me. There was a sparkle in his eyes. Not panic. Curiosity.
"So what now?" he asked.
I leaned back, comfortable, calm, confident.
"Now... we'll see if you want to know more."
He didn't answer right away.
But he didn't get up.
And that told me everything.
