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My Straight Friend Became My Lube Tester | E5
🕑 Added 2026-01-11 15:30:03 +0000 UTCAll characters in this story are over 18 years of age.
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Day five.
The same ritual again, Justin came in, closed the door, looked around casually, but we both knew that nothing was the same as on the first day.
There was only one thing on the bed.
The last gel in the series. A black bottle, thicker, with the words "Deep Intense Lube" written on it.
I didn't say anything right away.
I waited for him to notice it himself.
He looked at me, then at the gel.
Something appeared in his eyes, shock, a question, a slight fear mixed with curiosity.
I took a deep breath.
"It's the last one in the series," I said calmly. "Designed for intense penetration, for sex."
He froze. No joke, no "seriously?" Just silence.
He looked at me for a long time. As if he was trying to read my face to see if I was really saying it. And I didn't add anything else.
I felt that if we were going to do this, it had to come from him.
Finally, he exhaled.
"So... you want me..."
He paused.
I nodded. Quietly. Without a smile.
"Only if you want to too. You don't have to."
There was a moment of suspension. As if the world was waiting with us.
And then he nodded.
"I want to try," he said. "I don't know if I can do it, but... I want to."
There was uncertainty in his voice, but also something more.
Conscious consent.
A decision.
And I felt my whole body tense up.
I started undressing first.
I didn't look him in the eye right away, I let him hear the rustle of clothes, feel the atmosphere, get into it slowly.
T-shirt. Pants. Boxers.
I was completely naked.
I didn't hide the fact that I was hard.
Justin glanced out of the corner of his eye and fixed his gaze on my cock.
He reacted with a nervous laugh, short, as if he hoped it would defuse the situation.
"Okay..." he muttered, reaching for his belt himself. "Now it's really happening."
But he didn't back down.
He undressed slowly. Without haste, but without hesitation. His T-shirt over his head, then pants, his boxers.
He stood naked in front of me.
And again I felt that tension. Different than before.
It was no longer curiosity. It was a suspension between fear and excitement.
Justin was beautiful.
Not just physically.
He was raw, open, exposed to touch. His legs were strong, his hips tense, his stomach rising slightly with each breath. His buttocks were firm, already slightly relaxed.
I moved closer. Slowly.
Our bodies were now within reach. Skin to skin.
I could feel the warmth of his chest, the delicate scent of sweat, the nervous tension of his muscles.
I hadn't touched him yet.
I was just watching.
He looked down, then looked up again.
"Are you really ready to...?"
"Yes," I said quietly. "But we'll do everything at your pace."
He nodded. And turned around.
He took his position.
On all fours, like last time. But this time it was different, his body more tense, more exposed.
His buttocks spread apart. His hole clearly visible.
And I... I was ready.
I sat down behind him. I knelt close, feeling his warmth before I even touched him.
I reached for the gel. The latest test, the latest formula, thick, sticky, designed for intense, deep fucking. I squeezed it onto my fingers, felt its weight and slipperiness, and then applied a portion directly to my cock.
I spread it slowly.
I could feel it pulsing in my hand.
Then a second portion, on his entrance. I spread his buttocks, pouring the gel between them. It slid slowly, thickly, glistening on his skin.
Justin shuddered.
"Relax," I said quietly. "Nothing happens without you."
He nodded.
He was already breathing harder.
I took myself in my hand and positioned the tip of my cock at his entrance. I leaned in slightly, without entering.
He clenched his hands on the sheet. His hips were still, tense.
I slid in a little.
He groaned. Quietly, briefly.
I stopped.
"Is it okay?"
"Yes... just... fuck..." he muttered, but he didn't pull back. "It feels weird. But... you can."
His breathing was shallow. His body was tense, but not in panic, rather in complete concentration.
I slid in deeper. Millimeter by millimeter. The gel worked perfectly, slippery, smooth, warm. His insides were tight, hot, reacting with every twitch.
I didn't push.
I waited, listened, watched.
I felt his body begin to accept me.
Finally, I heard a whisper:
"You can go further."
And then everything changed.
From tension... to pure excitement.
When I finally started to move, I did it slowly.
Not because I was afraid, but because I wanted him to feel every inch.
I would pull out almost all the way, then go back in deep. Calmly. Evenly. Controlling the pace so that his body had time to react, to open up, to take me in more and more fully.
Justin moaned softly with the first few movements. His back arched, his hips began to move back toward me on their own, as if instinct had taken over.
"Okay..." he gasped. "Okay..."
With each thrust, it got easier. His body began to want more. I could feel it in the way he embraced me inside, tight, hot, perfect.
I sped up a little.
My hands landed on his hips. I held him tight, steady, dictating the rhythm. Each thrust was deeper, more confident. The fucking became full, juicy, wet with lube and the sounds of our bodies.
"Matt... fuck..." he moaned, pushing back into me harder. "Don't stop."
And I didn't stop.
I fucked him as if he was made for it. As if his body had learned my pace, my length, my pressure. I could feel him reacting to every movement, tensing with deeper thrusts, relaxing when I slowed down, only to enter him harder again.
I was hard as hell.
Focused. Present.
I had only one thing on my mind: how fucking good he was at taking me, how he gave himself to it without holding back, without shame.
Justin was already moaning loudly. His hips worked with mine, perfectly synchronized. I could feel he was close, his whole body trembling, his breath ragged, his muscles tightening around me more and more.
A few last, deep thrusts.
Without slowing down. Without pulling out.
I came hard. Intensely. With my whole body tense to the limit. I thrust into him all the way and came deep inside him.
Justin trembled with me.
He fell heavily onto the bed, completely exhausted, breathing as if he had just finished a race.
For a moment, there was only our panting.
Then he turned his head and looked at me. Still in shock. Still naked, open, real.
"I can't believe I did that..." he said quietly.
After a moment, he added with a slight, uncertain smile:
"But it was damn good."
He hesitated for a second.
"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.
