My Best Friend Dared Me To Fuck Him

*All characters in this story are 18+*

I stared at the screen. Felt my cock throb hard against my thigh.

My best friend had just asked me to fuck him.


Zack didn’t even look at me. He just laid there, sweaty and wrecked, legs still parted, chest still heaving, like he wasn't gonna take it back.

"You serious?" I asked, voice low.

He turned his head toward me. His eyes were dark. Hungry. No hesitation this time.

"You think *I'd* waste a dare?" he threw back.

I groaned under my breath. My whole body buzzed.

Then Zack smirked — this small, wrecked smirk — and said, voice hoarse but cocky, "*I'm all warmed up.*" His legs brushed against mine. "*Your tongue felt heavenly, man. I can't even imagine how that cock of yours is gonna feel.*"

I swallowed hard. My dick twitched. My brain short-circuited.

"Fuck, Zack," I muttered.

I climbed off the couch again, dropping to my knees between his legs, dragging my palms up his thighs, feeling the heat coming off him. His hole was already glistening, twitching a little from how I'd eaten him out. He was open. Slick. *Ready.*

But I still had to be sure. "You know what you're asking for, right?" I said, voice rough.
He flushed deeper but nodded. “Yeah. I know.”
I raised an eyebrow. "You ever even gotten fucked?"

He bit his lip. Shook his head. "*No.*"

Something about that word — *no* — made me even harder. Fuck. I was gonna be his first. I leaned in close, kissing his inner thigh again, tasting his sweat, hearing him gasp.

"Okay," I said against his skin. "I'll be gentle."

I sat back on my knees, spitting into my hand again, coating my cock thick with spit. Then I grabbed his hips, guided him closer to the edge of the couch. His legs trembled a little but he didn't pull away.

I lined my cock up with him, the head brushing his rim, rubbing slow circles, teasing, letting him feel the size, the pressure. Zack whimpered. His hands fisted in the couch cushions.

I leaned over him, murmuring, "Just breathe, man. I'll go slow."
He nodded, blinking up at me with wide, blown-out eyes.

I pushed in.
Gently.

The head popped inside, and Zack gasped sharp, his whole body going stiff.

"Good?" I said, voice tight.
"Yeah," he rasped. "Just—fuck—keep going."

I kept steady pressure, slow and patient, easing deeper inch by inch. Letting him stretch. Letting him feel it. His thighs clenched around me, his toes curling, his face flushed deep red.

"Goddamn," he whispered.

"You’re doing so good, Zack," I murmured, kissing the inside of his knee again. "Taking me so fucking good."

When I was halfway in, I paused. Let him adjust. Rubbed slow circles over his hipbones with my thumbs. His hole spasmed around my cock, tight and hot and slick.

I waited until his thighs relaxed just a little—until he made this broken little whimper that sounded like *please.* Then I pushed the rest of the way in, bottoming out.

We both groaned.

He was so fucking tight it made my head spin. I had to breathe through it, had to grit my teeth not to cum like a fucking amateur.

"Fuck, man," Zack gasped, voice wrecked. "You're so big—"
I held there, buried to the hilt, letting him feel every inch of me.
"You’re stretched so good," I said against his thigh. "Feel that?"

"Y-yeah," he stuttered.

"Want me to move?"

He nodded fast, desperate.
So I started.

Slow thrusts at first. Just pulling out a couple inches, then sliding back in, keeping the pressure deep, the strokes steady. Zack moaned under me, his voice getting higher every time I bottomed out.

It was fucking beautiful. I wrapped one arm under his back, lifting him a little so I could angle deeper, grinding into his sweet spot. His mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

"There it is," I growled. "Found your spot, huh?"

He nodded frantically, his whole body shaking.
I started fucking him harder.
Not rough. Not brutal.
Just deep.
Precise.

I stayed locked onto that spot inside him, hitting it over and over until he was babbling nonsense, until he was clawing at the couch cushions, until tears welled up in his eyes from how good it felt.

"Cam—Cam—Cam—fuck—" he sobbed.

"You like getting fucked by your best friend?" I hissed against his ear, thrusting harder.

"Yes—yes—oh my God—"

I grabbed his cock in my free hand, jerking him in time with my thrusts. He was so hard he felt like he was gonna explode in my hand.

His whole body went tight.

"Cam—I'm gonna—fuck—I'm gonna—"
"Do it," I growled. "Cum for me, Zack."

He shattered.

Cumming harder than before, coating my hand, his stomach, the couch, moaning brokenly like he couldn’t even hold it in. His hole clenched down so tight around my cock that I lost it too, cumming deep inside him with a grunt, pumping him full, grinding into him until the world blurred around me.

We collapsed together, sweaty and shaking and panting.I stayed inside him for a minute, not wanting to pull out yet, not wanting to lose the feeling of being that close. Finally, when he whined a little, too sensitive, I pulled out slow, careful, wiping him off with the blanket on the couch.

Zack lay there, blinking up at me with this dazed, fucked-out look that made me wanna kiss him stupid.

So I did. Soft. Slow. Different from every other kiss we'd had so far. When I pulled back, he smiled lazy.

“New dare,” he said, voice wrecked.
I raised an eyebrow. “Already?”

He nodded. Smirked.

“Bet you won’t wake me up tomorrow morning… with your mouth.”

I laughed, breathless, heart racing. “Oh, you’re so fucked,” I said, dragging him into my arms, already planning how I was gonna ruin him all over again.

And this time? No dares needed.

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