Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

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He shrugged, and gestured to my computer. “You made your intentions clear, I guess,” he admitted. “Plus, this is basically like being with Tiff, except we’re actually being honest when we say there’s nothing romantic there.” He paused, then pointed at me with a serious expression, and I nodded. His expression softened. “Then yeah, it’s easy. The biggest thing is just getting you comfortable with it. Not the idea, the actual action. It needs to come second nature to you.”

I chuckled darkly. “I have a funny feeling it will.”

Greg slowly grinned at me.

***

I never would have admitted this to him in a million years, but Greg was right. I was nervous as fuck walking into his house the next day. If I was a gambler, I would have bet he was a little nervous too, especially since we knew each other for years and we were about to cross this line together. He was too proud to tell me, but I could also tell he was excited. I bet he wanted me for a while.

We sat in his room and made dumb small talk for a bit before we quieted down, looking at each other and chuckling like dummies. I couldn’t bring it up. I couldn’t be the one to bring it up. I wanted to, but couldn’t.

“Alright, so, you want to be someone’s, you know…” Greg cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. I didn’t know if he was trying to hide it or not, but he had a boner. “Wow, this is harder than I thought.”

“So I can see,” I boldly joked, gesturing down to his crotch. “And it’s not anyone in ...

... particular. I just wanna be someone’s…” I shivered. “…Sex toy.”

Greg was particularly interested in my first comment, following my eyes down to his bulge. He was definitely hard, and clearly not lying about being big. “Heh, yeah, may as well start with that,” he admitted, grabbing his bulge. “So, ever seen one in person?”

I shook my head no, staring right at it.

“Ever wanted to?” he asked, smiling hungrily.

I lowered an eyebrow. “What do you think, genius?” I asked sarcastically.

“I’m just trying to set the mood,” he said exasperatedly. “I already have to guide your ass through this. Now I gotta deal with attitude too.” He stood up. “Just tell me you wanna see it.”

I smiled, my sarcasm never leaving my face. “Yes, I want to see it.”

Greg, my friend for years, the guy that never knew I fingered myself to his social media posts, removed his pants and his underwear in one fell swoop. With less hesitation than I thought someone that nervous would have, he revealed his boner to me, bobbing right in front of my face.

Anytime it wasn’t bobbing, it was almost perfectly still, held in place, almost painfully hard. I hadn’t seen one in person until now, but his looked… impressive. A thick shaft leading up to the crown of his dick, a pinkish-purple head pulsating with need. “Huh,” I said out loud. “Cool.”

Greg laughed. “‘Cool,’” he repeated. “We’re going to have to work on what you say to a guy.”

Greg was never not going to be Greg. I was almost annoyed he was ...