Chapter 1: Silent Cravings
Kendal couldn’t sleep. The guest room at Curry’s place was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside the window. But his mind was a storm of restless thoughts, each one more daring than the last. He’d escaped the tension at home—his grandmother’s arrival had turned his house into a battlefield of sharp words and slammed doors—but now, lying on the pull-out couch, he found a different kind of tension brewing inside him. At eighteen, Kendal was a shy twink, all lean limbs and nervous energy, a virgin with a head full of fantasies he’d never dared to voice. And Curry, Trish’s rugged, masculine friend who’d offered him a place to crash, was the star of every single one.
He tossed the thin blanket aside, his bare feet padding silently across the hardwood floor. The door to Curry’s room was ajar, a sliver of moonlight cutting through the darkness. Kendal’s heart thudded as he nudged it open, his breath catching at the sight before him. Curry lay sprawled on the bed, sheets tangled around his hips, his chiseled body bare and glistening faintly with sweat. The man was a sculpture of raw power, every muscle defined, and as Kendal’s eyes drifted lower, he saw it—Curry’s massive cock, resting heavy against his thigh, even in sleep.
“Fuck,” Kendal whispered to himself, his voice barely a breath. His fingers twitched at his sides, a war raging between caution and craving. But curiosity won. He stepped closer, the floor creaking softly under his weight, and with trembling hands, he lifted the edge of the sheet. The sight made his mouth go dry. He reached out, tentative at first, his fingers brushing against the warm, thick shaft. It twitched under his touch, and Kendal froze, eyes darting to Curry’s face. Still asleep. Emboldened, he wrapped his hand around it, marveling at the weight, the heat. His strokes were slow, exploratory, his other hand cupping Curry’s heavy balls, rolling them gently.
Minutes stretched into an eternity as Kendal stood there, lost in the forbidden thrill. His own body reacted, a tightness building in his shorts, his breath coming faster. He leaned down, unable to resist, his lips brushing the tip, tasting the faint salt of skin. A low groan rumbled from Curry’s chest, and Kendal’s heart stopped. But the man didn’t stir. Not yet.
“You’re a sneaky little shit, aren’t you?” Curry’s voice, rough with sleep and something darker, sliced through the silence. Kendal jolted, stumbling back, but Curry’s eyes were open now, glinting with a predatory amusement. “Thought I wouldn’t notice a horny kid playing with my cock?”
“I—I’m sorry, I just—” Kendal stammered, his face burning, already turning to bolt for the living room.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Curry’s hand shot out, fingers tangling in Kendal’s hair with a firm grip. “You don’t get to start something and not finish it, pretty boy. Get back here.”
Kendal’s protest died in his throat as Curry yanked him forward, forcing his head down. “Open up,” Curry growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. Kendal’s lips parted on instinct, and then that massive, hard cock was pushing past them, filling his mouth, stretching his jaw. He gagged, eyes watering, but Curry’s grip didn’t relent. “Take it all, kid. Every fucking inch.”
The words sent a shiver through Kendal, a mix of fear and raw, desperate want. He choked as Curry thrust deeper, the tip hitting the back of his throat, but there was no escape. Curry’s other hand gripped the base of his own shaft, guiding it with ruthless precision. “That’s it,” Curry muttered, voice thick with lust. “Suck it like you mean it. I know you’ve been dying to.”
Kendal’s hands braced against Curry’s thighs, his body trembling as he struggled to breathe, saliva dripping down his chin. He was a mess already, panting, overwhelmed, but the heat of Curry’s cock, the sheer dominance in every movement, had him harder than he’d ever been. And Curry knew it. “Look at you, getting off on this,” he taunted, a smirk curling his lips. “Bet you’re wet as hell in those shorts, aren’t you?”
The night was just beginning, and as Curry pulled Kendal onto the bed, flipping him onto his back with a predatory grin, Kendal knew there was no turning back. The air was thick with the promise of more—harder, rougher, and dripping with every forbidden desire he’d ever buried.
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