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My Straight Friend Became My Lube Tester | E6
🕑 Added 2026-01-13 15:30:03 +0000 UTCAll characters in this story are over 18 years of age.
This is a continuation of Part 5.
"And you know what?" He looked me straight in the eye. "Now I want to test that last gel... on you."
I smiled slowly.
Because I knew exactly what that meant.
For a moment, I said nothing. I let the silence do its work. I let him see that the question meant something.
Finally, I looked at him calmly. Without a smile. Without provocation.
"I knew you'd ask eventually," I replied quietly.
I saw relief. And something else, excitement that washed over his face like a wave.
It was the fulfillment of a fantasy I had never voiced aloud.
To give myself to someone I trusted.
To let him take control.
We didn't need to agree on anything else.
There were no rules to discuss.
Just one look, in which we both knew that the roles were about to reverse.
And that what was about to happen would be even deeper than anything before.
I knelt in the middle of the bed.
Quietly. Calmly.
There was no uncertainty in me. Only tension, deep, quiet, slow.
Justin stood behind me, still completely naked. His cock was already hard. Really hard. Visibly. It throbbed heavily with every breath. And he made no attempt to hide it.
He reached for the next tube of lube, the last one left to test. Smaller, silver, labeled "For the Active."
His hand trembled, just for a moment, as if his body still couldn't believe he was really going through with this. But when he unscrewed it and squeezed out a dollop, his hand was steady.
I felt the coolness of the gel on my skin.
His fingers were careful but not uncertain. He spread my buttocks and smeared a slippery layer around the entrance.
He made a few circles, then pressed his fingers a little deeper.
He didn't need to say anything.
Neither did I.
The whole moment was thick with meaning.
I could feel my body opening up. Relaxing consciously, with full consent.
I rested my hands on the mattress. I was on all fours, hips thrust out, buttocks spread, waiting.
And I felt his gaze.
He stared at me as if he was seeing me for the first time, every muscle in my back, the curve of my buttocks, the tension in my thighs.
He came closer.
I could feel the warmth of his body behind me.
"Ready?" he asked quietly. His voice trembled, but not from fear. From excitement.
I didn't look at him.
I just answered calmly, with all the confidence I had:
"Yes."
And then he touched my hole with the tip of his cock.
Warmth. Hardness. Weight.
I breathed deeply, pushing myself even harder against him.
Because that's what I'd always wanted to feel.
I could feel him.
The tip of his cock pressed against my hole, warm, slippery with gel, confident even though it was his first time.
Justin was breathing heavily, and I felt every second of that silence before he entered. Every tremor of air between us.
"Slowly..." I said quietly, feeling my body tense with anticipation. "Take it easy."
He started to enter.
The stretching was real. Strong. I felt my muscles open, taking him in, millimeter by millimeter.
It didn't hurt. It was intense. Deep. Real.
I moaned through clenched teeth. Not from pain. From pure sensation.
"Fuck..." Justin whispered from behind. "You're... so damn tight."
He slid in a little more.
He stopped, as if he couldn't believe he was really there.
He was inside me.
My best friend.
Hard. Filling. Driven by desire, not curiosity.
I breathed deeply, pushing back more, feeling my body learn his shape.
"Is it okay?" he asked quietly.
"Keep going. Slowly. It feels amazing."
And then he went deeper.
All the way.
We froze together. His hips against my buttocks, his hands clenching my sides.
There was no more "am I doing this right" in my mind.
Only one thing:
He was inside me.
And it was better than anything I had ever imagined.
Every inch of his cock was where I wanted it.
And he... held me as if he had just discovered something that changed everything.
At first, he moved cautiously.
As if he was checking to see if it was really happening.
He pulled out a little, then slowly, deeply, entered me again. One thrust. Two. Three. Each one more confident than the last. Each one sent a shiver through my whole body.
"Oh, fuck..." he whispered. "This is..."
He didn't finish.
Instead, he grabbed my hips tighter.
And then the pace changed.
He started fucking me.
For real.
The thrusts became deeper, stronger, more decisive. His hips worked rhythmically, naturally, as if his body knew exactly what to do. Each thrust was wet, slippery with gel, loud from the contact of our bodies.
I moaned without shame.
I pushed myself back into him, giving myself to him completely. I felt every movement, every contraction, every moment when he hit the perfect spot.
"Justin... yes..." I gasped, pushing back harder.
He responded with a movement. One more, even harder.
He was breathing heavily, throatily, like someone who had stopped thinking and started taking.
He fucked me faster and faster. More and more confidently.
As if he had been doing it forever.
I could feel that he was close. My whole body was tense, open, filled with him completely. I trembled with every thrust.
"Fuck..." he moaned suddenly. "I'm about to..."
He didn't slow down.
On the contrary, he thrust deep into me a few more times without pulling out.
He came inside me with full force.
I felt him pulsing, giving me everything, flooding me from the inside. His body stiffened and then fell heavily on me, all shaken.
We were silent.
Breathing. Recovering.
Finally, he slowly pulled out and sat down next to me on the bed.
"That gel?" he said quietly after a moment. "It works."
He looked at me seriously.
"But what we did... it was something more."
I smiled slightly, still feeling the warmth between my legs.
