The Friend Who Initiated Me and Ended Up Becoming My Boyfriend
In the end it was always the same story, and I was bored. I was exhausted from talking to girls for weeks only for nothing to come of it, or for anything that did happen to be an empty encounter forgotten by morning. I went out, laughed, flirted a little, and went home with the feeling that I’d repeated a script I hadn’t chosen.
The truth is I had doubts about my own head. I’d been with men a few times, always from the receiving side, and I had liked it more than I was willing to admit out loud. Thinking about the feeling of a hard cock splitting me open, of having a guy come inside me and then walking away with semen dripping down my thighs, made me horny. One part of me wanted it without reservations; another spent the whole day making excuses not to look it in the face.
In that mood I went out one Friday night, with no real plan, just wanting to clear my head. And I ran into Bruno.
Bruno was the guy I’d had my real first time with. I considered him a mate and he considered me one too, but between us there was a comfortable secret: he knew I kept all that hidden, that what I did with guys stayed behind closed doors, and he never pushed me. He played along with a naturalness I appreciated.
—You know I’ve been thinking about that night for months? —he said, leaning in so I could hear him over the music—. I think I was a bit rough with you. Too rough.
—You weren’t rough at all —I replied, and felt my throat go dry—. I had a really good time. Better than I expected.
That was like giving him the green light.
He grabbed me by the neck with one hand and kissed me right there, at the club entrance, in front of anyone who cared to look. It felt strange for half a second, that instant when your brain screams that this isn’t right, that someone might see me. And then I stopped caring. I was comfortable with him, and his mouth knew exactly what it was doing.
He led me to a doorway right next to the club while he kept devouring my mouth and pressing me against him, one firm hand sliding down my back to my ass. He grabbed both cheeks, spread them over my pants and gave me a hard tug upward, grinding me against his bulge so I’d feel how hard he was. I felt him, thick and hot even through the fabric, against my hip, and a moan slipped out into his mouth. He had me on fire in seconds. I kissed him back with the same urgency and brought my hand down to his crotch, palming him over his pants, feeling how he reacted. I squeezed his cock in my hand and felt it throb. My mouth watered remembering how it tasted.
—Come back to my place —he whispered in my ear, biting my lobe—. Let me stick it in you all the way again.
I played a little hard to get. I told him I was uneasy, that my friends were inside and I didn’t want them to see me leaving with him. As if I wasn’t craving it with every inch of my body, as if my ass wasn’t already clenching on its own waiting for him.
—Then I’ll see you when they close —he said calmly, without losing his smile—. You know where I live.
Of course I knew. I knew that doorway by heart.
***
When the club shut down, I went straight there. He was already waiting downstairs. We started kissing as soon as I saw him, and by the time the elevator doors closed his hand was already inside the waistband of my pants and the other was back on my neck, making it clear who was in control. He slipped his fingers around behind me, searching for my ass over my briefs, and whispered in my ear how much he’d thought about fucking me again. That night he wanted me to be his, and I was more than willing to be.
We got into his apartment and headed straight to the bedroom. He shoved me onto the bed without ceremony and started stripping me while I let myself fall back, relaxed, letting out the first gasps almost without noticing. When he yanked off my briefs, a rough laugh escaped him at the sight of my cock already fully hard, the wet tip sticking to my stomach.
—Look at you, you bastard —he said, grabbing it and jerking me off slowly—. You must’ve been sprinting from the door.
He stripped too, no fuss, and when I saw his cock spring free from his boxers my mouth watered again. It was thick, with a swollen head and a pronounced vein running down the shaft. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth without asking permission, sucking him all the way down, feeling him hit the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and set the pace, fucking my mouth calmly, making me gag and drool that dripped down my chin and onto my nipples.
—That’s it, suck it like you know how —he growled—. I’m going to shove it in you until you see stars.
He kept me like that a long while, his dick sliding in and out of my mouth, until he pulled away and lay me back down again. He spread my legs wide, pulled them up toward my chest, and lowered his face to my ass. He licked me from top to bottom, unhurried, and at the same time brought his hand down to stroke me and work me open with his fingers. First one, slowly in and out, then two, circling, searching for my spot inside and making me writhe against the pillow. Then he changed targets and focused down there with his tongue, pushing it against my hole, eating my ass until I stopped thinking about anything but him. I was moaning uncontrollably, clutching the sheets, my cock dripping onto my navel, feeling myself open with every lick.
—You in the mood to do it like last time again? —he murmured, climbing on top of me, grinding his hard cock between my cheeks, the weight pinning me to the mattress.
—Please —I begged, and barely recognized my own voice—. Put it in already. Fuck me.
He reached for a bottle of lube on the nightstand. He got himself ready calmly, squeezed a good amount onto his cock, and slicked my ass with two fingers, pushing in and out a couple of times just to make me nice and slippery. Then he positioned himself, pressed the head against my hole, and started to push in slowly. I asked him to be careful, because he was big and at first it really hurt. And that time it hurt more than I remembered; the sensation was strange, a mix of pressure and burning that made me grit my teeth when the head forced its way inside.
—Wait, wait —I gasped—. Give me a second. Fuck, you’re huge.
He stayed still inside me, his cock buried halfway, kissing the back of my neck, letting my body get used to the invasion. I could feel every inch of him throbbing inside, stretching me. Slowly the pain faded and something else started to arrive, something warm that replaced the tension, a tingle rising from my ass up to the nape of my neck.
—Okay —I said at last—. Slowly. All the way in.
He moved gently, sinking a little deeper each time, never stopping kissing me, controlling every thrust. When he finally had it all the way in, a long moan escaped me, almost relief. After a few slow strokes he sped up, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning louder and louder, feeling his cock go in and out, feeling it rub inside me with every thrust. He put my legs over his shoulders and the angle changed everything. He started driving in harder, slamming his groin against my ass on every downward stroke, and I clutched the sheets literally seeing stars. My cock jerked on my stomach with every thrust, leaving a shining thread of precum.
—What a fucking ass you’ve got —he gasped—. How tight you’re squeezing me.
—Harder —I begged—. Ruin me.
We went on like that for a good while, until something inside me needed to take the reins.
—Stop —I told him, almost out of breath—. I want to get on top. My turn.
He accepted the challenge with a wicked smile. He lay on his back, his lube-slick cock pointing at the ceiling, and I straddled him. I grabbed it in my hand, lined it up with my hole and began to lower myself very slowly, feeling it enter centimeter by centimeter at my own pace. I closed my eyes and let out my breath sharply when I felt him sink all the way in and my ass touch his thighs. He held my hips tightly while I braced my hands on his chest and started to move. First slowly, setting the rhythm, rising until only the head stayed inside and lowering again to the bottom, and then with real hunger, bouncing against him again and again. Guttural moans slipped out of me every time I took him all the way in. He slapped my ass a few times, drawing a sharper moan from me and making me clench around his cock, and I could feel the pleasure building without restraint, my thighs starting to tense from moving so much.
—That’s it, ride that cock —he growled, spanking me again—. You dirty little slut.
—I love your cock —I blurted out, unfiltered, looking him in the eyes—. I could suck it all day.
—Stop or I’ll come right now —he warned me, grinding his teeth, his fingers digging into my hips.
***
He put me face down, lifted me by the hips so I was on my knees with my ass raised high, and went back in, this time with no mercy. He drove it in in one stroke, balls deep, and started fucking me at a pace that made the bed creak. Beside us there was a large mirror, and from my position I could see everything: his body against mine, his hips slamming my ass, the shiny cock sliding in and out, my own face wrecked with pleasure, mouth open. The sight turned me on even more.
—Look at yourself —he said, grabbing my hair and forcing my face up toward the mirror—. Look how much you like being fucked.
—You like it? —he asked, hitting me hard, driving all the way in.
—Don’t stop —I begged into the pillow—. Don’t stop, please. Come inside me.
He picked up the pace and I started biting the sheet so I wouldn’t scream too loud. He slipped a hand underneath and grabbed my cock, jerking me off in the same rhythm he was fucking me, and that double sensation was driving me crazy. Then I felt a shiver born in my legs that ran up my back to the lower part, a current that shot through my whole body, and I exploded in an orgasm like I didn’t remember ever having. I came in gushes onto the sheet while he never stopped thrusting, and my ass clenched around his cock in spasms that drew a rough groan from him too. The best of my life, no exaggeration. I nearly blacked out. My strength went out of me all at once and I ended up lying there, face down, my cock still leaking under my belly, unable to hold myself up.
He collapsed over my back, wrapping his arms around my neck, and kept going a little longer, giving short, fast thrusts until he came too, burying himself to the hilt while he held me against his chest and growled in my ear. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, unloading hot semen shot after shot, filling me completely. He stayed there a good while, not pulling out, letting me milk every last drop from him. When he finally did withdraw, I felt the load start to seep back out and slide between my cheeks down to my thighs.
We stayed like that, glued together, catching our breath. There was no hurry to separate or to clean up. At some point we fell asleep, wrapped around each other, my back against his chest and his arm across me, with the sticky feeling of his semen still inside me reminding me of what had just happened.
***
The next morning, with light coming through the half-open blinds, he looked at me sleepily.
—I loved last night —he said—. And not just the sex. I have a good time with you. I’d like to do it again.
—Me too —I replied, and for once I wasn’t lying or playing it cool—. And I don’t mean just because of this. I feel comfortable with you, just like that.
Bruno stayed thoughtful, saying nothing, but the way he looked at me told me both of us were comfortable in a new way, one that had very little to do with the party from the night before.
From then on we started seeing each other more often, a couple of times a week. We’d meet up, fuck until we were wrecked, and then fall asleep together as if it were the most natural thing in the world. What had started as an awkward secret gradually turned into something I looked forward to all week.
And without either of us ever naming it, we began developing a connection that went beyond the bed. We talked for hours, told each other things I never told anyone else. It went on like that for about three months, until one night, after being together, he looked me in the eye with a seriousness I’d never seen before.
—I think I feel something stronger for you —he said.
I froze. All my life I’d kept that part of me hidden, convinced it was something that stayed in the darkness of a room. And suddenly someone was putting it on the table, in broad daylight.
—I think I do too —I replied. And for the first time, I wasn’t afraid to say it.
That was the night we became real boyfriends. We were together for two years. A lot of people freaked out when they found out, because nobody expected that from me, but my inner circle saw that I was happy and was happy for me without making a big deal of it.
With him I discovered my most liberated side, the part I’d kept locked up for years. The sexual connection between us was brutal; he loved possessing me, fucking me in any position, coming inside me at any hour, and I loved giving myself over completely, getting on all fours whenever he asked, letting myself be filled with semen and then purring against his chest afterward. But what really surprised me was the other part: how easy it was to be with him when the clothes were back on, the silly mornings, the midnight conversations, the feeling of not having to hide anything.
I’ll tell more stories from those two years later, because we did everything and I enjoyed it in a way I never thought possible. But if I had to choose one moment, it would be that first dawn at the club entrance, when he grabbed me by the neck and, without knowing it, finally forced me to stop lying to myself.