Curious straight guy

Some time ago I was invited to a religious group where songs and community activities took place. There I met a new member: a heterosexual guy, a former reenlistee, who was dating his girlfriend and worked as a mechanic. From the very first moment I was attracted to his strong, masculine body. I didn’t like how he dressed, so, taking advantage of our budding friendship, I practically forced him to go buy tighter, more modern clothes. They looked excellent on him, and he thanked me with a smile that lit me up inside.

As the days went by, we grew closer. One night he called me very upset and completely drunk. I went to get him from a cantina, stayed with him while he vented about his problems with his girlfriend (they had broken up), and, seeing him so vulnerable and drunk, I decided to take him to his room. He lived far from my apartment, so I stayed. I laid him on his bed, took off his sneakers, and, when I was about to go to the sofa, he grabbed my hand tightly and begged me in a slurred voice not to leave him alone, to stay by his side.

I lay down next to him. He fell deeply asleep almost immediately. Curiosity and desire overcame reason. With my heart pounding, I began to touch him slowly: first his firm chest, then I moved down his abdomen until I reached his crotch. His cock was big even at rest; thick, heavy. I caressed his ass over his clothes and discovered that he had a round, firm, perfectly shaped backside that drove me crazy. I didn’t dare go any further that night for fear he would wake up, but the excitement kept me awake for hours.

The following weekend he called me again, drunk once more. The story repeated itself, but this time I decided to be bolder. While he slept deeply, I carefully pulled down his pants and freed his cock. It was already half hard. I couldn’t resist: I took it in my hand, stroked it, and then put it in my mouth. I sucked it eagerly, feeling it harden against my tongue. Then I turned him over, admired his little round, juicy ass, and gave him a good tongue bath, savoring it while I slowly inserted a finger. He moaned softly in his sleep, but did not wake up. I fingered him several times, each time deeper and with more saliva, until I came just from the excitement of the moment. The next day he said nothing, and neither did I mention the subject.

The third time was even more intense. He called me to keep him company while drinking, but this time I served him stronger drinks. When he fell deeply asleep, I repeated the ritual: I pulled down his pants, sucked him with more passion, and then turned him face down. I ate his ass hungrily, pushing my tongue as deep as I could. My cock was hard as a rock. I decided to go further. Little by little, with plenty of natural saliva as lubricant, I began to slide my cock into his tight little ass. He was so drunk he barely moved. I got in almost all the way and began to fuck him slowly, enjoying every inch of his hot, narrow interior...