In the waning days of summer, as the sun dipped low, I found myself standing before the old tree house that had been our sanctuary for so many years. It was a relic from our childhood, a place where we’d shared secrets, dreams, and now, as we prepared to leave for college, a place where we’d say our goodbyes. But little did I know, it was also where I’d lose my virginity to my best friend, Jake.
Jake and I were opposites in many ways, but our bond was unbreakable.
As we climbed up the old wooden ladder, the tree house creaked under our weight, a symphony of memories echoing through its weathered walls. Jake reached the top first, his muscular arms pulling him up with ease. I followed, my heart pounding in my chest, not just from the climb, but from the anticipation of what this day might bring.
We settled onto the old cushions, the scent of aged wood and dust filling our nostrils. Jake turned to me, his eyes reflecting the fading light. “You know, I’m gonna miss this place,” he said, his voice a low rumble.
I nodded, “Me too. It’s been our sanctuary.”
A comfortable silence fell between us, a silence that was suddenly interrupted by Jake’s hand on my knee. His thumb traced circles on my skin, sending shivers up my spine. I looked at him, surprised, and he just smiled, a slow, lazy smile that made my heart skip a beat.
“Jake, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear, “I’m doing what I’ve wanted to do for a long time, Matt. I’m finally making a move.”
My eyes widened in surprise, but before I could respond, his lips were on mine, soft and insistent. I hesitated for a moment, taken aback, but then I melted into the kiss, my body responding to his touch. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, seeking entry, and I opened for him, our tongues tangling in a dance as old as time.
Jake’s hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me. He cupped my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek, then traced the line of my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I mirrored his actions, my hands exploring the hard planes of his chest, his abs, his back. I could feel the muscles flexing under my touch, and it sent a thrill through me.
He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to taste you, Matt,” he said, his voice hoarse. Before I could respond, he was pushing me back onto the cushions, his hands going to the waistband of my jeans. He popped the button, pulled down the zipper, and then he was pushing my jeans and boxers down, leaving me bare from the waist down.
I lay there, exposed and vulnerable, as Jake looked his fill. He ran a finger up my thigh, making me shiver. “You’re beautiful, Matt,” he said, his voice soft. Then he leaned down, his breath hot on my cock, and I knew I was in for a ride.
He took me in his mouth, his lips stretching around my girth. I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair, as he began to move, his head bobbing up and down. He took me deep, his tongue swirling around my shaft, his hands cupping my balls, rolling them gently. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel my orgasm building.
“Jake, I’m gonna come,” I panted, my hips bucking slightly.
He pulled back, his lips glistening with saliva and precome. “Come in my mouth, Matt. I want to taste you,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
That was all it took. I came with a shout, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Jake swallowed every drop, his tongue lapping at my sensitive skin, drawing out my orgasm until I was a panting, boneless mess.
He crawled up my body, a satisfied smirk on his face. “You taste good, Matt,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
I reached for him, my hand going to his crotch. He was hard, his cock straining against the denim of his jeans. I popped the button, pulled down the zipper, and then I was reaching inside, my hand wrapping around his length. He was hot and hard, his skin velvety soft. I pulled him out, my eyes widening at the sight of him. He was big, bigger than I had imagined, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
I looked up at him, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. “I want to taste you, Jake,” I said, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.
He groaned, his hips bucking slightly. “Fuck, Matt. You don’t know what you do to me.”
I leaned down, taking him in my mouth. He was salty and sweet, and I could feel the vein pulsing against my tongue. I took him deep, my hand working the part of his cock that wouldn’t fit in my mouth. I could feel him getting harder, his cock throbbing in my mouth.
“Matt, I’m gonna come,” he warned, his hands fisting in my hair.
I pulled back, my hand continuing to work his cock. I wanted to see him come, to see the effect I had on him. He came with a groan, his body convulsing as he spilled into my hand. I worked him through his orgasm, drawing out his pleasure until he was a panting, boneless mess.
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