Hey, my name is Sam. I’m 24 but this story happened a few years ago, back when I was 19 and Mike was 20.

Mike is tall, handsome, and athletic, a soccer player with a confident energy. Before this night, we had already played around, mostly, it was me blowing him.

That night, he called me out of the blue after a hookup with someone he’d been into for a long time. It hadn’t gone well, though he never really shared the details. What mattered was that he sounded heartbroken, his usual confidence shattered. We were friends first, friends with benefits sure, but his pain mattered to me. I dropped whatwa I was doing and headed straight to his place.

When I arrived, I was greeted by a man who looked utterly defeated. He didn’t have to say a word, I could see it all in his eyes.

I stepped inside and hugged him tightly. Without letting go, I took his hand and led him to the couch. Gently, I made him sit while I stood in front of him. I placed his head against my chest and started running my fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay, Mike,” I whispered. “I’m here. You’re not alone. Everything’s going to be fine.”

He didn’t respond, but the way he leaned into me said more than words ever could. After a while, I sat down, guiding him to lie down with his head resting on my lap. One hand stayed in his hair, stroking softly, while the other gently rubbed his arms, chest, and abs. I wanted him to feel comforted, cared for.

It was then that I noticed the bulge in his pants. Seeing it made me realize how I could help him feel better.

I stood up, giving him a little smile, and started teasingly stripping for him. His eyes lit up. By the time I knelt down and freed his cock from his pants, it was hard and leaking, practically begging for attention.

I started slow, licking his balls, trailing my tongue along the shaft, swirling it around the head. He groaned, his breathing getting heavier. Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore and took him in my mouth, sucking deeply. I gave him my all, using my tongue and lips to work him over, one hand stroking his length while the other gently massaged his balls. He moaned so hard, and I could feel him getting close.

But I stopped.

The confused look on his face was adorable. I gave him a cheeky smile, grabbed a condom from my wallet, and took his hand, leading him to his bedroom.

Once there, I undressed him completely. Seeing his fit, muscular body, I couldn’t help but take a moment to admire him. He looked perfect, like he was carved from stone. I guided him onto his back, straddling him as I opened the condom and rolled it onto his throbbing cock.

We had never gone this far before. As I positioned myself over him, I glanced down to gauge his reaction. The huge smile on his face was all the encouragement I needed. Gently, I aligned his cock with my entrance and began to lower myself, inch by inch, feeling him stretch me as I took him all the way inside.

“Don’t move,” I told him softly. “Just enjoy. Let me take care of you tonight.”

I started riding him, slowly at first, then faster and harder. His hands gripped my hips, steadying me, guiding me. My own cock bounced with every movement, and soon he reached out, gripping it firmly and stroking me in rhythm with my movements.

The pleasure was overwhelming. His cock deep inside me, his strong hand on mine, I couldn’t hold back. I came first all over his abs. He didn’t seem to mind; if anything he seemed happy to see how good he was making me feel. My legs were trembling but I kept riding him, I wanted to make him feel better, to give him that release. His moans kept growing louder until he finally came too, filling the condom as his body shuddered beneath me.

Afterward, he pulled me into his arms. He held me close and tight, his strong body enveloping mine, making me feel small. It was sweet, intimate. I rested my head against his chest, pressing soft kisses to his neck and collarbone.

We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, neither of us saying a word.