One evening, not long after his breakup with his first boyfriend, my friend invited me over. He felt lonely and needed company, so I agreed to stay at his place to support him. I had been secretly yearning for him long before he came out as gay. His cuteness always made me fantasize about tearing his clothes off and giving him an unforgettable time.
After a day spent together, we found ourselves in his room. The night had cast a dark, intimate atmosphere. As he lay on his bed, I began to massage him, our clothes still on, though the anticipation was palpable. His legs, clad in loose-fitting PJ shorts, were bare beneath my hands, his lack of underwear making every touch electrifying.
Throughout the day, he had hinted at his need for sexual release, and as my hands moved higher up his thighs, the tension grew. His skin was warm and inviting under my touch. The fabric of his shorts rode up as I ventured closer to his inner thighs, his body responding to my caresses.
Silence hung between us, heavy with desire. His legs parted slightly, granting me more access to his balls. My heart raced as my fingers brushed his scrotum. He remained silent, encouraging me to continue. I caressed his balls gently, feeling the weight and warmth, his hips lifting slightly to meet my touch.
Positioned behind him, I reached up under his shorts, my fingers exploring his hardening cock for the first time. The sensation of his throbbing length in my hand was intoxicating. Using both hands, I fondled his balls and stroked his shaft, savouring the way he responded with quiet moans and subtle thrusts.
His pleasure was evident, and as I increased my pace, I watched his cock swell and pulse with need. Precum glistened at the tip, tempting me to taste, but I held back, focusing on the rhythm of my strokes. His quiet grunts and moans filled the room, a symphony of desire that drove me to pleasure him more intensely.
He was close, I could feel it. His moans grew more urgent, and with a final thrust, he came, his release spilling over my hand. The sight of his cum, the raw evidence of his pleasure, was exhilarating. His legs tightened, signalling his sensitivity, and I gently slowed my strokes, finally letting his softening cock go.
As he lay there, spent and silent, I tucked his balls and dick back into his shorts and adjusted the fabric. Leaving the room, I felt my own hard cock throbbing with arousal pressing against my shorts. In the privacy of the shower, I relived every moment, bringing myself to a powerful climax with thoughts of our shared intimacy.
and that was the first time I've ever touched or even seen my best friend's hard cock.
