My Straight Friend: Our First Bareback Rendezvous
I had never whispered sweet nothings to a man before, let alone the one I called friend. Johnny had for years been my best buddy in college, playing golf and catching a drink at a dimly lit bar when the weekend rolled around. But when I came to him one Summer night, I was after something much different than just a night booze and laughter. He opened the door and what happened next was pure electricity. His hands were gentle but his intentions were wild. His skin felt like silk and tasted like sweet honey and he filled me with rapture as I entered him for the first time. We fucked in the wild without protection, leaving behind a trail of body sweat and fireworks in our wake. It was our first and last time, for I knew even then that this passionate embrace with a straight friend would be something to be remembered forever.
Table of Contents
- 1. The Thrill of the Forbidden
- 2. Exploring My Straight Friend’s Wild Side
- 3. Riding the Wave of Anticipation
- 4. Our Unforgettable Bareback Rendezvous
- To Conclude
1. The Thrill of the Forbidden
My heart was pounding in anticipation as I entered the park. In one corner I could see the swing set I had promised to meet Chris by. Ever since I first met him, I had been drawn to his unassuming beauty, his kind and sensitive demeanor, his innocence. But I had been too scared to make a move. Until now.
We had been texting for weeks and I had finally mustered up the courage to suggest something more daring. When he agreed to meet me for a midnight rendezvous, I could feel my excitement grow. We had been flirting for months, but tonight was something else.
- We embraced and I could feel his body tremble. As I held him, his vulnerability resonated inside me, mirroring the self-doubt that I had been so familiar with.
- He leaned into my embrace and said yes. In that moment it felt like our fates had finally aligned and all the uncertainties had begun to evaporate. Our inhibitions were lifted and we both could feel the tension between us.
We stepped away from each other and peered into each other’s eyes as I laid out the plan for our midnight rendezvous. We both knew what we were getting ourselves into. We weren’t going to be using protection, so the risk of this encounter was going to be greater, but we both wanted the thrill of it.
My mind was racing as I watched him agree. I could feel my excitement bubbling up. We stepped into each other’s arms and kissed deeply and passionately as we explored each other’s bodies. I was overwhelmed by the power of the moment and I knew I wanted more. This was going to be an experience neither of us would ever forget.
2. Exploring My Straight Friend’s Wild Side
Arousal and Anticipation
The thought of his body pressed against mine, our bare skin rubbing together, stirred a wildness within me. I lusted for him and in that moment, I wished he were a man of my own gender so that the ache could be appeased. But, as I looked into his blue eyes, and felt the heat that radiated between us, I knew that this straight man had a wild side that I must explore.
I ran my fingers along his arm, savoring the feel of the firm muscles beneath his skin, and as I moved my gaze downward, I saw the bulge that laid hidden behind his trousers. He knew of my hunger, for it reflected within him as well, and as we stared at each other mutely, I could not help but imagine myself slithering out of my jeans and claiming him as my own.
The Ecstasy of Granting Each other Release
His lips were eager when they met mine, and as I felt him slowly become aroused in my arms, I reached for and unfastened his jeans. His body shuddered in anticipation when I finally let him free, and I smiled as I glimpsed at his raging desire. I guided him closer to me and as we lay down on the floor, I relished in the relief of finally allowing us to give into our inner urges.
We both gasped when our erections collided, and as I explored his manhood with my mouth, I shivered in delight as I heard his yearning cries fill the room. I quickened my movements as his responses grew more fervent, and in no time we were both nearing our crescendo. My body shuddered as I released my load and felt my pleasure seeping into his body. The ecstasy of those moments as we laid side by side in our sweat-drenched aftermath was something that I would never forget.
3. Riding the Wave of Anticipation
Our Plans in Motion:
My straight friend had agreed to escape the passel of drunks and other night crawlers for some privacy. His housing choice for our tryst bordered on a country rustic chic, its cosy antique furniture shone in the warm yellow lamplight. Starched buffalo plaid and paisley pulled together the softly controlled chaos of its aesthetic.
With no materials to prepare for the night, desire was our only need, laying thick in the air like a heavy fog, our eyes bathed in anticipation. His cheeky grin gave away his true feelings: he wanted to do what we both knew we wanted. We had fooled around but never done the real thing – but it felt like now or never. We shucked off our clothes like ripe peaches: mines the shirt, his the jeans. A sleek, toned body shined in the moonlight, his slender physique exposed for me to explore. His hands and mouth traveled all over me, giving each area additional depth and sensation.
We shared an intimate kiss before rolling condom-free between the sheets. I felt overwhelmed by his slow, gentle strokes, acknowledging the beauty of his body through touch. His thrusts were delicate but powerful and I felt myself clinging desperately to them. We both exploded, packing that ecstasy in eternal sweetness, feeling an intersection of lust and affection in an embrace that felt like everything I had been waiting for.
4. Our Unforgettable Bareback Rendezvous
We agreed to meet up late so as not to arouse too much suspicion. He arrived at my place looking more nervous than I felt. His eyes nervously darted around the room as I smoothed down my long black tresses, our eyes finally meeting with an expressionless countenance. It was then the silence was broken with a proposition of fun we could never tell anyone of.
Anticipation had been building inside of me since that day, and as he wriggled out of his clothes I could no longer shake the feeling of being so damn aroused. His penis seemed rock hard, standing confidently stiff against my thigh as I felt it brush across my body. Our faces locked in an unspoken agreement that this moment would be the most intimate we would ever experience, as I leaned in to whisper something eternal in his ear. I guided him into me and felt our bodies sweetly becoming one, now forever involved in a most divine dance of pleasure. Every deployment of his powerful thrusts combined with my intrusive moans, intensifying the hybridous energy vibrating between us. We both entered a new realm of rapture, either of us yet to discover where this profound pleasure will lead us.
The climactic moment seemed to stretch out, time standing still as we basked in the afterglow. I remember laying there, completely captivated, while his glossy eyes remained fixed on me. I knew he was feeling the same things that I was; a simultaneous blend of pleasure and guilt, both of us disturbing the unspoken consensus that this thing between us might never be spoken of again.
To Conclude
The rest of that night was a blur of passionate sex and soft whispers as two men surrendered to sensual pleasure of our forbidden embrace. I never expected to feel something like this for a straight man; that he could return the same affections was unexpected. We lay there, panting and sweaty, afterward, our sweat mingling. But now, years later, I can still feel the warmth of his body against mine, and I will never forget that first bareback rendezvous with my straight friend.
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The End.
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