More Than a Buddy

Love seems to be something I can never understand. It’s an enigma, an unfathomable force that always seems just out of reach, leaving me feeling colder with each passing day. The idea of love, so often portrayed as a mutual, beautiful connection, feels foreign to me. My experience has been one-sided, a painful longing that gnaws at my heart, demanding reciprocation that never comes.

Growing up, my best friend and I were inseparable. Despite our differences, we shared a bond that seemed unbreakable. Both of us were male, navigating the treacherous waters of adolescence together. He was the quintessential nerd, always buried in books and excelling in academics. With his glasses perpetually perched on his nose and a slight slouch from hours spent hunched over textbooks, he embodied the intellectual stereotype. I, on the other hand, was a rugby player, dedicating countless hours to practice and games. My broad shoulders and muscular build contrasted sharply with his lean frame. On the surface, it seemed like we were worlds apart, living in entirely different spheres.

Yet, somehow, we were still close, our lives intertwined in a way that defied logic. Our differences never created distance between us; instead, they enriched our friendship, making it more profound. We spent hours talking about everything and nothing, our conversations flowing as naturally as a river. But beneath the surface of our camaraderie, I harbored feelings that went beyond friendship.

These unspoken emotions weighed heavily on me, creating an invisible barrier that I could never bring myself to cross. Every smile and every laugh we shared felt bittersweet, tinged with the knowledge that my love would never be reciprocated. The one-sided nature of my affection left me feeling hollow, a constant reminder of the love I could never have.

One day, on our way home after school, we walked across a small canal near our neighborhood. The late autumn wind carried a bit of cold air, scattering golden leaves across the peaceful landscape. The trees, half bare, stood as silent sentinels against the pastel hues of the setting sun, their remaining leaves fluttering like golden whispers. The sky was painted with the soft hues of dusk, creating a tranquil backdrop for our walk. 

As we strolled along, I found myself lost in thought, watching the shapes of the fallen leaves as they danced in the wind. My friend walked ahead of me, his usual youthful energy evident in his stride. The sight of him, so carefree and vibrant, brought a bittersweet ache to my chest. His tousled hair caught the last light of the sun, casting a halo around his head, a stark contrast to the shadows deepening around us.

"You know what, dude? I need to tell you something," he said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of urgency that made me glance up. I kept my eyes on his back, noting the way his shoulders moved slightly as he walked, the familiar shape of his body etched into my memory.

When he turned to face me, his expression was lit up by a bright smile, but I could see the worry hiding behind it. His eyes, usually so full of light, seemed to carry a shadow of something unspoken. My heart pounded in my chest as I braced myself for whatever he was about to say, the golden leaves continuing to fall around us, a silent witness to the moment.

"I've been hiding it from you for so long," he said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was tense, each word weighed down by years of suppression. He paused for a moment, gathering his courage. "I've had enough. I'm gay."

His words hit me like a bolt of lightning, and my heart skipped a beat. "Wait… what?" I blurted out, my voice betraying my shock.

He saw me freeze and his expression shifted, a mix of resignation and disappointment clouding his bright smile. "As I thought, straight guys like you always find this disgusting," he muttered, looking away.

I could see the hurt in his eyes and felt a rush of panic. "No... No, it's not that at all," I stammered, trying to find the right words. "Actually, it's the opposite..."

He turned back to me, confusion mingling with the lingering hurt. "What do you mean?" he asked softly.

We stood there, awkwardly staring at each other, the autumn leaves continuing to fall around us. In that moment, the peaceful scenery felt like a stark contrast to the turmoil of emotions swirling between us.

"I'm gay too," I stammered, trying to sound casual, but my voice wavered. "Haha."

He stopped in his tracks, turning to look at me with wide eyes. "Really?" he asked, stunned.

For a moment, we stood there, the weight of our confessions hanging between us. Then, as if some unseen barrier had finally broken, we both burst into tears and laughter, the mix of emotions overwhelming us. We laughed like two crazy people, our voices echoing in the quiet evening air, tears streaming down our faces.

The relief was palpable, a shared understanding that brought a new depth to our friendship. My heart swelled with hope, the painful weight of one-sided love lifting slightly. Maybe, just maybe, this was a chance for us to truly belong to each other, to escape the loneliness we had both been hiding.

As the laughter subsided, we sat down by the canal, the golden leaves continuing to fall around us. "I never thought I'd get to say that out loud," I admitted, wiping my eyes. "Especially not to you, bro."

He nodded, his smile returning, but softer this time. "Yeah, same here, dude. It's like a huge weight's been lifted."

We talked long into the evening, our words flowing as naturally as they always had, but now with a deeper honesty. The cold wind continued to blow, but for the first time in a long while, I felt a warmth in my heart. The path ahead was still uncertain, but at least now, we could face it together. Somehow, life is just a mother fucker trickster. 

"Let's always be friends!" he said, his voice filled with a happiness that made it feel like we were carefree kids again.

But his words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me confused and disheartened. I had hoped this was my chance, that maybe our mutual confessions would open the door to something more. Should I tell him, this stupid bookworm, that I love him?

My thoughts must have shown on my face because he frowned, a look of concern replacing his smile. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

I wanted to scream, to tell him the truth, to bare my soul. But the fear of losing him, the person I had always loved, paralyzed me. Instead, I forced a smile and shook my head. "No, bro, I’m just feeling cold," I lied, my heart aching with every word.

The autumn wind continued to blow, the golden leaves swirling around us as we walked, an awkward silence stretching between us. The moment that had once felt so full of promise now felt painfully empty, the weight of my unspoken feelings heavier than ever.

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It had been a few weeks since that key moment, yet everything felt strangely unchanged. He waited for me in the stands as usual, while I lingered on the field until my coach finally dismissed us. The late autumn afternoon bathed him in a warm, golden twilight. He sat on the bench, engrossed in a massive book, looking every bit as endearing as always. His unruly hair fell over his forehead, and he occasionally brushed it away absently, completely absorbed in his reading.

As I approached, intending to invite him to walk home together like we often did, my heart sank. A young man, scholarly and familiar-looking, approached him. They greeted each other warmly, their conversation flowing effortlessly. They seemed so comfortable together, sharing inside jokes and laughter. The new guy had a neat appearance, with a button-up shirt and glasses that added to his intellectual vibe.

Then, unexpectedly, the young man leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on my friend's forehead, ruffling his hair affectionately before walking away. My heart clenched at the sight, the gesture so tender and intimate. I stood there, unnoticed and suddenly unsure of where I stood in his life. The bright sunlight that once brought warmth now felt like a harsh spotlight, illuminating my hidden desires and fears.

No need to tell him. I walked away, leaving him behind with his ‘boyfriend’. I trudged home alone, the weight of unspoken words heavy on my shoulders. As I lay on my bed, in the dark and silent, torturing myself with thoughts of what could have been, a small voice in my mind wondered, "Is he still waiting for me there?"

I scoffed at myself, trying to convince myself otherwise. "No, he must be happy with the other person now," I muttered bitterly. Anger and hurt mingled inside me, overshadowing the love I once felt. "Fuck him," I whispered to the empty room. "I don't need him."

But deep down, I knew it wasn't true. The ache in my chest betrayed the lie, a painful reminder of the one-sided love that still lingered despite my best efforts to bury it. The room felt suffocating, the loneliness closing in around me like a vice.

While I was still engulfed in my own whirlpool of emotions, suddenly there was a knock on my window. I turned, startled, to see him standing there, gesturing for me to open the door and let him in. His face was flushed from the cold, his breath visible in the crisp night air.

Part of me wanted to turn him away, to tell him to go home and be happy with his new partner. But when I looked into his eyes, the familiar warmth and vulnerability still etched there, I found myself unable to deny the person I loved.

Swallowing my pride and pushing aside the pain, I walked over to the window. With a trembling hand, I unlatched it and reached out to pull him inside, away from the cold autumn wind that whipped leaves around outside.

"What? What do you need now?" I said, my voice tinged with frustration. "Besides, you could have just rung the doorbell!"

"I did ring it multiple times! But no one answered!" he retorted, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "And why did you leave without telling me?" he continued, his tone accusing. "I waited and looked for you."

His words pierced through me like a knife. I sank down onto the bed, overwhelmed with guilt and pain. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, afraid of what I might see in his eyes. The weight of our unspoken emotions hung heavily in the air, suffocating any semblance of normalcy.

He stood there, waiting for a response that I couldn't give. The silence between us stretched on, filled with unspoken words and shattered hopes. The room felt colder now, despite the warmth of his presence.

Seeing me sitting on the bed, silent and unresponsive, he cautiously approached. "Are you mad at me, dude?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"Not really," I replied shortly, my tone blunt and distant. His brows furrowed in confusion and a hint of annoyance, but true to his nature, he remained considerate. He had always looked out for me, a rough boy with strong limbs but a fragile heart, which only deepened my love for him.

Sighing softly, he sat down beside me on the bed. His voice softened with patience and care as he spoke, "Okay. Whatever it is, just tell me." His words were gentle, an invitation to open up, yet I hesitated, unsure of how to express the turmoil inside me.

"It's just... I feel like you've been getting really close with that guy from class D," I mumbled, my voice barely audible. I was embarrassed to admit how much it bothered me.

He paused, considering his words. "Yeah, I've been talking to him quite a bit," he admitted with a small smile. "He's into the same novel I'm reading, and he's a pretty nice guy."

His smile faded when he saw my expression grow even more somber. "Are you... jealous?" he asked incredulously, a hint of laughter in his voice. "Seriously?"

Embarrassment flooded through me, and he couldn't help but laugh. "I can't believe this," he chuckled, shaking his head. "You're really jealous."

I remained silent, my heart sinking deeper into turmoil. His laughter subsided, and his expression softened into one of understanding. "Come on, dude," he said gently, his tone serious and considerate once again. "I was just kidding. You know you're my best friend."

I couldn't take it anymore. Fueled by a surge of emotion, I turned around and grabbed his shoulder, gently but firmly pushing him down onto the bed. As a rugby player, it wasn't hard to overpower him, despite his surprise.

I see his eyes, clear and searching, and feel again the mirrored reflection in my own: a steely determination battling a whirlwind of chaotic emotions.

"No," the word escaped me, firm and resolute despite the storm raging inside. The path ahead, whatever it was, I had to face it alone. But then, a tremor, a crack in the facade. "I... I..." the words caught in my throat, choked by a sudden surge of vulnerability. Shame, fear, a desperate need for comfort.

My voice faltered, a whisper lost in the din of memory. "I just need you to fuck me."

A beat of startled silence. Then, a shift in his expression, surprise giving way to a gentle understanding. A soft chuckle, the sound of a balm to my frayed nerves. His smile, always a touch lopsided, held warmth and a quiet reassurance.

"Honestly, I was expecting something a bit more dramatic," he said, the amusement laced with a touch of tenderness. "But this? I can definitely do that."

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I couldn't believe it when I blurted out the offer. I said that? I expected him to laugh in my face, to tell me I was crazy for thinking he'd ever agree to something like that. But instead, he simply nodded, a look of surprise mixed with curiosity crossing his face.

 

As soon as he gave his consent, I felt a rush of excitement. I'd been wanting to give him a head for so long, and now I finally had the chance. I quickly moved to kneel between his legs, my hands already working to free his cock from his pants. 

The moment his briefs slipped down, his cock sprang forth, smacking me right across the chin. It was a sight I'd seen countless times before – in the locker room, at home, even at the public swimming pool. But never had I been so close, never had I been able to admire its full glory.

Even soft, his cock was impressive, the size of a can of Coke. Now fully erect, it was even bigger, throbbing with need and desire. Its girth was astounding, promising pleasure beyond measure. I reached out tentatively, running my fingers along its length, marveling at how warm and smooth it felt.

His cock was massive, even bigger than I remembered it being. When it was soft, it resembled a can of Coke, but now, his big, juicy cock was a sight to behold. Standing tall and proud, it looked like a piece of artwork carved from the finest marble. Its girth was immense, rivaling the size of a baseball bat. Every vein, every ridge, was visible and throbbing with desire.

Its color was a deep, vibrant red, contrasting starkly against the pale skin on his groin. The head of his cock was particularly noteworthy, swollen and engorged, adorned with a tantalizing slit that oozed precum continuously.

Every stroke I took upon his shaft caused his cock to twitch and pulse, a clear sign of his growing arousal. Each throb sent a wave of pleasure coursing through him, making his entire body tremble with anticipation.

As I leaned in, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his balls, I couldn't help but wonder if he truly understood the depths of my affection for him. Had he ever suspected the secret crush I'd carried for years, hidden beneath our friendship?

Now, as I prepared to take him into my mouth, I pondered the implications. Would this intimate act change the dynamic between us? Would he finally recognize the intensity of my feelings, or would it merely serve as another fleeting encounter between buddies?

Only time would reveal the answer. For now, I focused on savoring the taste of him, letting the musky scent fill my nostrils as I gently licked and sucked at his cockhead. His moans of pleasure were music to my ears, and I reveled in the power I held over him in this moment.

"This must be the first time you've had such close contact with my dick, right bro?" he said comfortably. As I looked up at him, his enormous cockhead nestled snugly between my lips, I fought back a wave of nervous excitement. "Yeah dude, this is probably the closest you've let me get to your dick," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the intense situation.

I hadn't expected it to taste quite like this. The muskiness was stronger than I'd anticipated, a unique blend of sweat and male hormones that seemed oddly enticing. And yet, the sheer size of his member made it challenging to navigate comfortably. Every bob of my head, every flick of my tongue, served only to highlight the enormity of his erection.

Still, I did my best to focus on the task at hand, using my hands to grip his hips firmly as I explored the texture and shape of his cock with my mouth.

As I continued to lavish attention on his throbbing member, I couldn't help but notice the look of pure bliss on his face. He placed one hand on my head, his fingers tangling lightly in my hair, guiding me with gentle pressure.

"FUCK, bro! I've always had a dream of having a big muscle guy like you, servicing my cock in a sweaty rugby outfit, fresh from practice," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice. It wasn't an insult; rather, it was a playful acknowledgment of his fantasies fulfilled.

The sight of him, naked and vulnerable on the bed, his lean frame quivering with pleasure, fueled my arousal further. I could see the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, his nipples hardening under my gaze. His cock pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, each throb sending waves of pleasure rippling through his body.

"Glad your cock likes my mouth, dude!" I managed to say between licks and sucks, before releasing his dick from my warm embrace. A surge of pride filled me at his reaction, the way his eyes rolled back slightly, the way his breath hitched.

Then, he opened his mouth wider, inviting me to take more of him in. With a playful smirk, I complied, swallowing that delicious piece of cock back inside. The sensation of his thick shaft sliding down my throat sent a thrill coursing through my body.

His hand on my head suddenly tightened, pulling me closer, forcing his dick deeper into my mouth. The sudden intrusion caused my nose to press against his groin, my cheeks spreading around his girth. But instead of discomfort, I felt a rush of pleasure. His cock hit my throat, and I savored the feeling of being so completely enveloped by him.

As his cock slid effortlessly into my throat, I was momentarily taken aback by the sheer size of him. The sensation of his thick head running smoothly along the tight confines of my esophagus was unlike anything I'd experienced before. It was a shock to discover that not only was I capable of taking such a massive cock, but I was doing it remarkably well.

There he sat, his lithe body perched on top of my own rumpled bed sheets, guiding my head expertly, his hand firm yet gentle. The sight of him, commanding my mouth so intimately, was far beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Maybe even beyond what he himself had envisioned.

A certain intensity in his gaze that suggested we were delving deep into uncharted territories, exploring new depths of pleasure and desire.

As the first spurt of hot seed shot into my throat, I barely had time to react. The thick, creamy fluid spilled over it, flooding my senses with its salty sweetness. His seed was huge, flushed straight down my esophagus, and into my stomach. I swallowed instinctively, gulping down every last drop, savoring the taste and texture.

Another powerful pulse followed quickly after the first, coating my throat and oozing between my lips. My throat bulged with each subsequent blast, and my lips stretched taut around his throbbing member. His moans grew louder, more desperate, as wave after wave of his potent seed erupted from his pulsing tip.

Each spurt seemed to trigger another round of spasms throughout his body, his slim form shaking uncontrollably atop mine. His grip on my hair tightened, his breathing became ragged, and his hips jerked erratically as if driven by some primal urge.

As his cock slipped free from my mouth, still glistening with our combined fluids, he let out a heavy sigh, his chest heaving with each labored breath. "Sorry, bro," he panted, "but your throat just feels too damn good."

He slowly sat upright, allowing me to catch my breath and savor the lingering taste of him on my tongue. I couldn't help but marvel at how incredible his seed tasted, rich and salty, yet somehow addictive. "It's okay," I managed to say, my voice shaky with residual excitement.

I remained seated, my eyes locked onto the thick stream of cum dripping from his cock, tracing a path down his abdomen towards his navel. "This...is his sperm?" I whispered to myself, the realization sending a thrilling shiver down my spine. "The semen of the man I've secretly loved for years..."

As the final remnants of his cum trickled down to my stomach, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. His seed tasted so much better than I ever imagined, rich and slightly salty, with a warmth that seemed to seep into my very soul. Each drop that dripped from his spent cock was a testament to our shared intimacy, a physical manifestation of the connection we had forged through our secret desires.

His words echoed in my mind, "Your throat feels so good..." Those simple phrases carried a weighty significance, not just because they were spoken in the heat of passion, but also because they represented a shift in our dynamic - from mere friends to something more profound.

Slowly, I rose from the floor, wiping away the last traces of his essence from my face.

Gazing down at my own reflection on the polished wood floor, I could see the curves of my ass outlined perfectly against the pale hues of the bare wooden planks beneath us.* *The soft glow of the dim lighting accentuated the firmness of my cheeks, their rounded contours seeming to shimmer under the low light.

The tight, lycra material of my baby pink jockstrap hugged my ass like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. Its shiny surface reflected back the soft, inviting curves of my ass, creating an almost hypnotic effect.

I shifted my position slightly, allowing him a full view of the puckered entrance nestled between the globes of my ass. It looked so small and vulnerable against the backdrop of my muscular frame.

As I continued to gaze at my friend, a strange sensation began to build within me. I could feel the warm slickness of my saliva mingling with the remaining traces of his cum, forming a unique blend that coated my lips and tongue. A sudden urge took hold of me, compelling me to capture a portion of this tantalizing fluid on my fingertips. With deliberate slowness, I withdrew my fingers from my mouth, leaving behind a trail of the viscous mixture that glistened under the dim light.

I brought my damp hand down towards my lower half, trailing the wet digits along the curve of my ass. My heart pounded loudly in my ears as I slowly inserted one fingertip into my pucker, pushing gently until it slipped past the tight ring of muscle.

A wave of pleasure rippled through me as I pressed deeper, my fingertip sliding easily thanks to the generous coating of my own juices and his seed. The sensation was unlike anything I'd experienced before – a mix of discomfort and delight that sent sparks shooting up my spine. My breath hitched in my throat, and a soft moan escaped my parted lips.

As I pushed further into my stretched opening, I felt my muscles clench around my probing digit. The tightness was exquisite, a pressure that built with each movement of my finger.

With every passing moment, my desire grew stronger, a yearning that resonated deep within my core. The words spilled out from my lips before I could even register them, a plea for fulfillment that hung heavy in the air between us.

"I want you... Go deeper... Cum inside me..." These whispered pleas filled my mind, echoing incessantly as I worked my soaked fingers deeper into my hole. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, intensifying the longing that gnawed at my insides.

"Yes, please... Fuck me, bro!" The words tumbled out of my mouth, sounding desperate even to my own ears. I could feel the intensity of my begging, the raw vulnerability shining through each syllable.

Gripping my ass cheeks firmly, I pulled them apart, revealing the pink, pucker of my hole even more clearly. My eyes fluttered shut as I arched my back, pushing my ass higher into the air. The cool breeze wafted over my heated skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"God, look at how much you're enjoying this," came the murmured comment from behind me. His voice sounded husky with lust, a stark contrast to the playful banter we typically shared.

With lightning speed, my friend descended upon me, his lithe form hovering just inches above mine. The sight of his massive member, now fully erect, loomed large before my eyes, its throbbing girth taunting my needy asshole. A smirk played across his features as he spoke, his voice dripping with amusement and arousal.

"I didn't expect you to be such a slut, bro!" He chuckled, the sound low and filled with sinful promise. "Let me use my monster cock to cure your horny hole." The words were punctuated by a rough slap against my ass cheek, a clear indication of his intentions.

Lowering his body, he positioned his cock at the entrance of my finger-stretched hole, the tip pressing insistently against my quivering flesh.

With a sense of desperation, I blurted out my plea, hoping he would understand the depth of my craving. "Yes, fuck me, dude! I need your cum!" The words hung in the air, a raw confession of my long-held secret desires. Even as they left my lips, I wondered if he truly grasped the significance behind my request.

Without waiting for a response, I withdrew my fingers from my puckered hole, making way for his engorged cock. My hands trembled slightly as I reached out to grasp the thick head, guiding it towards my eagerly awaiting passage. The heat emanating from his shaft seared my palms, a tangible manifestation of his arousal.

As our bodies aligned, I felt an overwhelming urge to bring him closer, to merge our flesh in the most intimate way possible.

With a firm grip on his throbbing length, I urged him forward, the tip of his cock pressing against my slick entrance. The sensation was electrifying, a tantalizing preview of the pleasures to come.

"I'll push in now!" His voice was a growl, filled with primal intent. I nodded, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. This was it - the moment I had fantasized about countless times, yet never believed would actually happen.

As he began to press forward, I braced myself for the stretch, my inner walls clenching involuntarily in anticipation. The feeling of his cockhead breaching my tight ring was exquisite, a slow burn that spread warmth throughout my entire being.

The moment his cock breached my tight hole, a gasp escaped my lips, a symphony of pleasure and pain intermingling. The resistance of my muscles, trying to adjust to his immense girth, was palpable, yet his oversized easily forced its way past the initial barrier, entering me inch by delicious inch.

His cockhead split my sphincter wide open, stretching my walls in ways I had never experienced. The sensation was intense, almost too much to bear, yet somehow addictive. As the shaft pressed further, forcing my inner walls aside, and carving a path for itself, I felt a rush of warmth spreading throughout my lower belly.

A whisper slipped from my lips, barely audible over the deafening silence of the room. "Is this what it feels like to be fucked by your own crush?" I murmured, overwhelmed by the wave of sensations crashing over me.

With each thrust, the world seemed to spin around us, my reality shifting into something more primal, more carnal. His cock, buried deep within me, pulsed rhythmically, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

The sensation of his shaft stretching me, filling me completely, was indescribable. Every inch of him inside me, his cockhead nestled snugly against my prostate, sent jolts of pure ecstasy radiating outward from my core.

As I adjusted to his size, the pain subsided, replaced by an insatiable hunger for more. I could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock, embedded deeply within me, and it only served to fuel my desire.

"Fuck... yes..." I moaned, my voice echoing off the walls of the room, a chorus of pleasure and longing.

With every thrust, my fantasy unfolded before me. "He's fucking me," I thought, my voice barely a whisper amidst the cacophony of lustful cries. "My crush's cock is really fucking me."

The sensation of his dick plunging deeper, each stroke pushing my limits, was exhilarating. I could feel it expanding my tight little pussy to the extreme, stretching me beyond what I ever thought possible.

Yet, with each plunge, fear crept in, unbidden. "But snap, I felt full," I mused, my mind racing with the realization of just how large he was. My belly swelled, a physical manifestation of his massive cock claiming me.

In a desperate bid to halt the relentless assault on my senses, I pleaded, "Wait, it's too big, bro! Slow down... please, bro! My ass is gonna break."

With a firm hand on my hips, he pulled me back onto his cock, each thrust driving deeper than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, punctuating the crescendo of pleasure building within me.

"Shit, your ass is so damn tight, broooo..." he groaned, his voice laced with awe and desire. His cock, buried to the hilt within me, throbbed relentlessly, pulsing in time with my racing heartbeat.

I whimpered, caught between the blissful agony of his size and the sheer intensity of his movements. 

Despite the overwhelming discomfort, despite the burning need to push him away, my gaze lingered on his face. His eyes squeezed shut tight, revealing nothing but raw, uninhibited pleasure. His heavy breaths, ragged and loud, filled the room, painting a picture of utter enjoyment.

And then there was his face, flushed crimson, the very portrait of bliss. Seeing him enjoy my body, savoring the warmth of my hole, ignited a fire within me that I couldn't ignore. The sight of this small nerd, this object of my desires, riding me so thoroughly, his cock ramming into me with abandon—it was intoxicating.

With each thrust, I grew more aroused, the idea of a muscular guy like myself being used by a smaller man, but with a cock of such monstrous proportions, became a source of intense excitement.

His eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine with a look that left no doubt about the extent of his pleasure. It was a gaze dulled by sheer hedonism, yet somehow managed to pierce through the fog of my own inhibitions.

"I surrender," I confessed, my voice trembling with a mix of relief and anticipation. "If it feels good, then fuck me harder, bro. I'm so happy I could die!"

Each word slipped past my lips like a whispered prayer, an invitation for him to take me further, to claim me entirely. The chains binding my wrists fell away, relinquishing control to him—control over my body, my pleasure, my very existence.

"And make my hole a mess," I added, a plea coated in the sweetest sort of desperation. "Do whatever you want with it."

As soon as the chains fell away, he pounced, yanking my shirt over my head in a swift motion. The sudden exposure left me feeling vulnerable, my round, muscular breasts now on full display. I gaped at him, surprise etched across my features.

"Eh, what are you planning on doing, bro?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

His response was immediate, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You said I could do anything with your body," he reminded me, his words dripping with mischief.

Before I could react, he leaned forward, his hot breath fanning across my nipples as he lowered his mouth to them. A jolt of electricity shot through me as his tongue darted out, circling the sensitive buds with deliberate slowness.

The sensation of his tongue swirling around my nipples sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, making my knees buckle slightly. He chuckled, the vibrations sending additional shocks of delight through my body.

"I'm in heaven dude!" he murmured against my skin before taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling firmly. "I always dream to suck the thick muscle tits of yours forever!"

Each pull of his lips, each flick of his tongue, seemed designed to elicit moans of pure bliss from deep within my chest. My hands instinctively rose, fingers threading through his hair, urging him on.

His cock continued its relentless grind against my pussy, the friction building to a fever pitch even as he lavished attention on my nipples. Each tug, each lick, sent electric sparks racing through my body until I felt like I might spontaneously combust from the intensity of it all.

"My tits...they're gonna burst!" I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily to meet his thrusts. The dual sensations of his cock driving into me and his mouth and fingers working my breasts had me teetering on the edge of climax.

"Please, please..." I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. All I knew was that I needed more, needed him to take me higher, to consume every inch of me until we were both lost in the throes of ecstasy.

Feeling his cock slide deeper inside me, pushing against my inner walls, fueled the growing heat coiling tightly in my belly. Every pulse of his hips, every grind of his shaft against my clit, brought me closer to the precipice.

"Oh fuck, bro!" I cried out, my voice breaking with the intensity of the pleasure. "Your dick...it's hitting just right!"

The combination of his relentless pounding and the expert ministrations on my nipples were too much. 

In a flash, he withdrew completely, leaving me panting and wanting. But instead of continuing his assault, he simply grinned at me, a wicked glint in his eye. For a moment, I thought maybe he was just teasing, playing some twisted game.

But then he spoke, his voice low and husky with desire. "Bro, will you ride my monster cock?"

Those simple words, spoken with such raw need, shattered any lingering doubts. I stared at him, my mind reeling as the enormity of the offer sank in. Ride him? On his massive cock?

"Yes, yes, fuck yeah!" I exclaimed, hardly believing the words tumbling from my mouth. But the hunger in his gaze told me he wanted this just as badly as I did.

With a fluid grace, he stretched out on the bed, limbs splayed wide. His monster cock stood proud, a testament to his virility, pointing skyward as if challenging the heavens themselves. The sight of him, laid bare and ready, sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I crawled onto the bed, my muscles rippling beneath my skin as I moved. Hovering above him, I took in the sight of his body, the way his abs contracted with each breath, the sparkle under the sweat of his pecs and biceps, and the lines of his thighs. And then there was his cock – so large, so inviting.

Without another word, I reached down, wrapping my hand around his impressive length. My hand encircled his cock, a low growl rumbled up from his throat. It was a sound filled with primal lust, a clear indication of how much he craved this moment.

"Fuck, yeah," he muttered, his eyes locked onto mine. The raw desire reflected back at me was almost overwhelming.

Gripping his length tighter, I gave a firm stroke, marveling at the velvety softness that belied the sheer size of him. His cock twitched in my hand, a drop of precum beading at the tip. I leaned forward, bringing my mouth inches from his pulsating member, inhaling deeply, savoring the musky scent of arousal that enveloped us both.

With a swift movement, I lowered myself, taking his girthy cock into my mouth. The taste of him, salty and slightly sweet, flooded my senses as I began to bob my head, taking him deeper with each pass.

His groan echoed in my ears, vibrating through me, adding to the symphony of pleasure. The heat from his body seeped into mine, warming me to my core. I could feel his heartbeat throbbing in time with mine, a rhythm as old as time itself.

Each stroke of my tongue, each suckle of my lips, was met with a corresponding twitch of his hips, urging me on.

The anticipation was killing me. I couldn't wait any longer. With a desperate need burning within me, I positioned myself over him, guiding his thick cock toward my eager entrance. The head of his member nudged against my dripping slit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through me.

With a steady grip on his thighs, I slowly sank down, taking him inch by glorious inch. The stretch was intense, my tight hole clenching around his impressive girth. A loud moan escaped my lips as I finally seated myself fully atop him, his cock buried deep within my welcoming depths.

As I started to move, bouncing on his lap with a rhythm honed by years of athletic training, I realized just how perfectly those hours spent in the gym had prepared me for this moment. Each powerful thrust, driven by the strength of a seasoned athlete, drove his monstrous cock deeper into me.

The sensation was indescribable, every inch of him stretching and filling me to the brim. His girth was unforgiving, pushing past my tight walls with ease, yet providing a delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

"Fuck... bro, you're killing me," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly, guiding me further down onto his throbbing member.

With each bounce, his cock slammed against my prostate, setting off explosions of pleasure that threatened to reduce me to a quivering mess. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuating the air with the symphony of our shared lust.

My movements became more erratic, spurred on by the relentless pounding of his cock inside me. I could feel every vein, every ridge of his impressive length rubbing against my sensitive inner walls.

As we continued our passionate dance, I couldn't help but notice his eyes fixated on my bouncing breasts. He reached out, grabbing them roughly, squeezing and kneading them as if they belonged to him.

A sharp pang shot through me at his harsh treatment, making me gasp and arch my back. "Ah... it hurts..." I whimpered, trying to pull away from his grasp. Yet, despite my protests, there was a part of me that craved his touch and wanted to be claimed by him.

"Sorry bro," he said, releasing my breasts momentarily, only to grab them again with renewed vigor. "But if I do this," he gave a particularly rough yank, causing me to cry out, "Your hole will get even tighter."

"You're such a jerk, dude!" I teased, grinning up at him. Despite my words, there was a playful edge to my tone that belied my true feelings.

"If you want it tighter," I challenged, feeling a wicked grin spread across my face, "let me show you." Without warning, I clenched my inner muscles, tightening around his cock as if to crush it. The sudden pressure caused his thick shaft to twitch within me, eliciting a low growl from deep within his chest.

"Shit! Bro! I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise and pleasure. "If you keep doing that, I'll cum again soon!"

My pleas grew more desperate as his relentless thrusts pushed me closer to the brink. "Give me all of your hot, thick, sticky jizz, bro!" I moaned between each powerful stroke of his massive cock. "Shoot deep inside me, breed me, make me pregnant, bro! I want to make you a baby!"

The thought of carrying his child, of being impregnated by my secret crush, sent shivers of ecstasy through my body. I imagined the swollen belly, the knowing glint in his eye when he saw the positive test result. It was a fantasy born from unrequited love, but in this moment, it consumed me entirely.

His grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his climax. "Fuck, bro, you want my seed that badly?"

"Yes, bro, shoot inside of me," I urged, my voice filled with longing and desperation. With a final, powerful thrust, I lowered myself onto his cock even harder than before, driving him deeper into my depths. The force of my descent caused his thick shaft to twitch within me, signaling his imminent release.

I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, the veins pulsating against my sensitive walls. His breathing grew ragged, his thrusts becoming shorter and more urgent as he teetered on the edge of climax.

And then, with a guttural groan, his cock erupted within me. Thick ropes of hot semen spurted forth, coating my insides with his essence. Each pulse of his release sent aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my body, intensifying my own impending orgasm.

As his hot, sticky cum began to fill me up, I felt a rush of satisfaction wash over me. It wasn't just about the physical pleasure anymore; it was about the fulfillment of a long-held fantasy, about claiming him in the most primal way possible.

I could barely contain my own orgasm, my climax ripping through me like a tidal wave. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and spent.

As I rode the high of my intense orgasm, I felt his warm seed flooding my insides, coating my walls with its thick, creamy essence. A sense of completeness washed over me, as if this act had somehow sealed our bond in a way nothing else could.

Breathless and sated, I collapsed onto his chest, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we both basked in the aftermath of our passionate encounter.

As I lay there, still catching my breath, I couldn't help but be drawn in by the comforting scent of his body. The musky aroma mixed with the lingering tang of sweat and sex, creating a unique fragrance that was undeniably all him. There was something so endearing, so 'cute' as you put it, about the way his natural scent clung to my skin, a tangible reminder of our intimate connection.

With a deep sigh of contentment, I snuggled closer to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his torso. This moment, this rare intimacy, felt too precious to let go of easily. The fear of losing him, of never experiencing this closeness again, gnawed at me, but I pushed those thoughts aside, choosing instead to cherish every second we shared together.

"I love this... I love you," I whispered softly in my mind, burying my face in the crook of his neck. The feeling of his skinny arms holding me close, the steady beat of his heart against my ear - it was all so perfect, so utterly right.

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As the aftershocks of our shared climax subsided, I rolled aside for him to breath. "Shit! This feels so fucking good, bro! Like heaven!" he exclaimed his voice husky with satisfaction. "Hope you liked your first time bottoming. You rode me like a champ dude!"

Before I could even begin to process his words, he was already speaking again. "Glad you're my best friend, dude," he said while sitting up. "Let's do it again sometime!" His enthusiasm was palpable, yet his casual dismissal of our intimacy stung worse than anything else.

That single sentence, uttered without a second thought, felt like a knife twisting in my gut. In that moment, it became painfully clear that he would never see me as anything more than a friend. And yet, here I was, caught in a cycle of unrequited desire, unable to break free.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my body still tingling from the experience, but my heart aching. The room felt colder, the reality of our situation sinking in. He chatted on, oblivious to the turmoil within me, his words a blur as my mind replayed the last few moments over and over.

I wanted to scream, to demand that he see me for who I truly was to him, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I forced a smile and nodded, trying to match his casual demeanor. "Yeah, sure," I muttered, my voice hollow.

He jumped up, already pulling on his clothes, his mind seemingly miles away from what had just happened between us. I watched him, feeling a growing sense of emptiness. How could something that felt so profound to me be so easily brushed aside by him?

As he finished dressing, he turned to me with a grin. "You know, you're the best, bro," he said, his eyes twinkling with genuine affection. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

His words, meant to be comforting, only deepened the ache in my chest. "Yeah, same here," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Maybe I should have just asked if he stayed the night, but nah, I didn't do it.

He left shortly after, leaving me alone in the now-quiet house. I lay there for a long time, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on me. I had given him everything, yet it was never enough. 

I didn't know when, but a tear fell from my eye. It seemed that what I had been looking for from him since the beginning was not simply this kind of carnal pleasure.

The intimacy we shared, though physically satisfying, left a hollow ache in my soul. I wanted him to see me, truly see me, as more than just a friend or a fleeting moment of pleasure. I longed for his love, or maybe just a kiss on the head.