My straight friend wanted to see what it's like to fuck a guy

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

“Dude.” Zane got up from the couch and stretched. “There's something seriously wrong with you.”

“Thanks.” Matt said, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“No, seriously. I don't mean you... I mean...” He paused and looked away. “Your ass.”

Matt looked up. “What?”

“Well... Zane scratched the back of his neck as if he had said something completely idiotic. ”I've been thinking about it lately. Just for a moment, but... I thought about what it would be like. If I, you know... put my penis in there.

Matt froze.

Zane raised his hands. "Don't say anything. I know it sounds like complete nonsense. But I just wanted to see what it was like. I thought maybe... it wasn't about homosexuality, but about... physicality.

Matt looked at him intently. “And you want me to bend over so you can try it? Like you're testing a new hole?”

Zane shook his head nervously. “No. It's not like that. It's not about... you. It's about me. Because I don't know why it's in my head. And if I don't find out, it's going to eat me up.”

Silence.

“I've never been with a guy. I've never even thought about it. But with you... I don't know, Matt. With you, it feels like... like it doesn't matter.”

Matt sighed. “And you think if I let you, it'll go away?”

“I don't know. Maybe. Or maybe it'll be worse. But at least I'll know. That I tried.”

“What's in it for me?”

Zane looked him straight in the eyes. “You can say you helped a friend sort out his messed-up head.”

Matt fell silent. He thought. He felt heat in the back of his neck, pressure in his head, his hands clenching the corner of his sweatshirt.

“We'll do it. But on one condition.”

“What?”

“No one. And I mean it — no one will find out about this.”

Zane nodded slowly. “Sure. I swear.”

Matt stood up. “Just once. Only today. And you do it slowly.”

Zane swallowed hard. “Fuck, you really agreed?”

“Shut up and take off your boxers.”

Matt stood by the bed, his back slightly tense, as if he were about to change his mind. Zane took the gel and moved closer. For a moment, he just stared. At his neck. His shoulders. His back, which he knew so well from the gym. But now it was different. In silence. Intimately.

“Ready?” he asked quietly.

Matt nodded but said nothing.

Zane exhaled, spread the cool gel on his fingers, and touched him for the first time. Carefully. The movement was gentle, controlled. His fingers slid slowly between Matt's buttocks, and Matt shivered.

“Everything okay?” Zane asked.

“Yes... just do it slowly.”

Zane leaned closer. The gel slid between his fingers, Matt felt the cold and the growing warmth throughout his body. He sighed softly, almost silently. Then again, louder.

“Mmm...”

Zane took a deep breath and grabbed his penis at the base. It had been hard from the moment Matt agreed. He leaned one hand against his friend's hip, guiding himself slowly with the other.

The tip touched him for the first time.

Matt tensed, breathing shallowly.

“Breathe,” Zane said quietly.

And he began to slide in.

Slowly. Inch by inch. Matt's insides were hot and tight. Zane froze mid-movement, fighting the urge to speed up.

“Ooo...” Matt gasped. “Fuck...”

“Easy... almost there...”

As Zane went deeper, his hands clenched Matt's hips. A stifled moan escaped his throat as if he were fighting his own body.

“Wow ... you're so damn tight...” he whispered.

Matt only moaned in response, closing his eyes. A wave of heat flooded his spine.

Zane began to move. Slowly at first, exploring every inch. Then faster. His hips began to rhythmically pound against Matt's skin, his breathing quickening.

“Aahh... Matt...”

“Mhm... don't stop...” Matt mumbled, his voice trembling with tension.

The rhythm increased. The thrusts were strong but not brutal. Zane was in a trance, losing his breath, unable to believe that this was really happening.

“Fuck... you're amazing...” he blurted out between clenched teeth.

Matt's body responded with moans, muscle tension, and complete submission.

Zane was no longer able to think. He moved deeply and evenly until Matt began to tremble beneath him.

“Oh God...” Matt gasped.

“Zane... I'm going to...”

And then, without touching himself, Matt came. A pulsing orgasm shot through him, and his body arched in a spasmodic twitch.

Zane felt it—Matt's internal contractions wrapped around him like a trap. Two more thrusts. One more.

And then he shot.

Deep inside. He moaned softly, almost in disbelief, and collapsed onto Matt's back, completely spent.

They lay there for a moment in silence, only their breaths intertwining.

Zane finally pulled away. Gently. He sat down next to him on the bed, sweaty, his body still vibrating.

“Matt...” he began, but didn't finish.

Matt turned on his side, his face flushed, his eyes closed.

“Thank you for... for letting me experience that,” he said quietly. “Even if it's never again...”

But then Matt added in a calm, deep voice:

“How about... this time I repay you?”

Zane froze.

His face paled slightly and his breath caught in his throat. His eyes were wide open. For a long moment, he couldn't say anything. He felt as if he were naked for the first time. Exposed.