Chapter 1: The Silent Intrusion
Kendal couldn’t sleep. The guest room at Curry’s place was quiet, too quiet compared to the chaos of his own home, where his grandmother’s sharp tongue and endless demands had turned every day into a battlefield. He’d begged Trish, his mom, for a couple of nights away, and she’d relented, sending him to her old friend Curry’s house. Now, lying on the pull-out couch, Kendal stared at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of nervous, pulsing thoughts. He was 18, untouched, and painfully aware of the heat pooling in his gut every time he thought of Curry—the rugged, masculine man sleeping just down the hall.
His bare feet hit the cool hardwood as he crept through the house, heart hammering. The door to Curry’s room was ajar, a sliver of moonlight cutting across the bed. Kendal’s breath hitched as he saw him—Curry, sprawled out, sheets tangled at his waist, his broad, naked chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. The sight was a punch to Kendal’s senses, and before he could stop himself, he was at the bedside, fingers trembling as he lifted the sheet.
‘Holy shit,’ Kendal whispered to himself, eyes wide at the sight of Curry’s massive cock, heavy and resting against his thigh. His hands moved on instinct, tentative at first, brushing over the warm, velvety skin. Curry didn’t stir, and Kendal grew bolder, cupping the weight of him, marveling at the heat, the sheer size. His pulse raced, a mix of fear and raw desire as he explored, fingers tracing over Curry’s balls, up his shaft, every inch a forbidden thrill.
Minutes stretched on, Kendal lost in the act, until a low, gravelly voice cut through the silence. ‘You gonna stand there all night, kid, or do something with that mouth of yours?’
Kendal froze, heart in his throat, as Curry’s dark eyes glinted in the dim light. He wasn’t asleep—hadn’t been for a while. A smirk curled on Curry’s lips as he propped himself on an elbow. ‘Don’t get shy now. You’ve been playing with my cock like it’s your damn toy. What’s the plan, huh? Gonna run back to the couch and pretend this didn’t happen?’
‘I—I didn’t mean to—’ Kendal stammered, stepping back, but Curry’s hand shot out, fingers tangling in his hair with a firm grip.
‘Oh no, you don’t,’ Curry growled, voice dripping with command. ‘You started this, pretty boy. Now you’re gonna finish it. Get that mouth down here.’
Kendal’s knees buckled under the pull, his lips hovering inches from Curry’s now-hard cock, the scent of him overwhelming. ‘I’ve never—’ he started, but Curry cut him off with a dark chuckle.
‘First time for everything, kid. Open up. Let’s see how much you can take.’ His grip tightened, guiding Kendal down, the thick head of his cock pushing past trembling lips. Kendal gagged at the sudden intrusion, eyes watering, but Curry’s voice was unrelenting. ‘Breathe through it. You wanted this, didn’t you? Been sneaking in here, all horny and curious. Now take it.’
The room filled with the sound of Kendal’s choked gasps, Curry’s low groans, the wet, desperate rhythm as Kendal struggled to keep up. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his body trembling with the effort, but there was no backing out now. Curry’s hand stayed firm, guiding him deeper, the taste and heat overwhelming every sense. Kendal’s mind spun—he was drowning in it, in Curry, in the raw, pulsing need that had driven him here in the first place.
Curry’s voice dropped lower, a rough edge to it as he watched Kendal struggle. ‘That’s it, kid. Look at you, dripping already, so fucking eager. You’re gonna take every inch before I’m done with you.’
Kendal’s eyes flicked up, meeting Curry’s intense gaze, and in that moment, he knew there was no turning back. The night was just beginning, and Curry had no intention of letting him go until every craving was satisfied.
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