From straight friends to craving his tight little ass

Disclaimer: every person in the story is 18+

I never thought I’d be lying here in the dark, cock throbbing and leaking all over my abs, completely obsessed with turning my straight best friend into my personal fucktoy. But fuck, this is exactly where I am now.

I used to be straight as hell. For years it was the same routine — regular porn every night, big tits, dripping pussies, girls getting railed hard. Then one random click changed everything. I stumbled into trans porn, then femboy stuff, pretty boys riding toys and moaning like they needed it more than air. Before long I was hooked on full gay porn, watching smooth twinks get their tight holes stretched and pounded until they were shaking. I started craving those cute, soft guys — the ones with smooth skin, round asses, and that look in their eyes that said they wanted to be taken.

The online attention hit me like a drug. Knowing other guys were jerking off to my pics and videos made me feel electric. So I started posting. At first it was just my thick, veiny cock, hard and dripping while I stroked slow for the camera. Then my full body — chest, abs, ass spread so they could see every inch. Eventually I showed my face too, looking straight into the lens while I pumped my shaft and told them how bad I wanted to bury myself in a tight boy.

For the last year I’ve been on those gay cam sites (flingster) almost every night, scrolling for femboys or cute guys to get off with. I’d watch them finger their pink holes, moan when I tipped, and cum so hard my sheets were soaked, imagining it was their bodies I was using.

Then the craziest shit happened.

One late night I was scrolling through the rooms and there he was. One of my best friend. The guy I go outside with every weekend, the one who’s basically my little brother. Small, smooth, ridiculously cute with that boyish face and perky ass that always caught my eye. Our cams connected for maybe one second. Eyes locked. He saw me with my hand wrapped around my cock. I saw his pretty pink dick in his fist. Both of us frozen, caught in the act.

I slammed the laptop shut, heart pounding so hard I thought I’d pass out.

A week later we met up in real life like nothing had happened. We laughed, chilled, played it normal. But that image was burned into my brain forever. That same night I jerked off three times just replaying how his smooth body looked on camera, how his ass moved when he shifted.

Since then he’s been teasing me nonstop, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. Every time we hang out he “accidentally” bends over in those perfect grey jogger pushing that fat, juicy bubble butt out like he’s offering it. He brushes against me in the kitchen or sometimes, grabbed my thigh and squeezed, fingers so close to my throbbing cock…

I’m losing my mind over this.

I was straight, but now every time I see him I picture dropping to my knees, yanking those legs, and sliding my tongue deep into his tight little hole until he’s shaking and begging. I want to bend him over the couch, spit on my cock, and slam balls-deep into that smooth ass while he moans my name. I want to fuck him raw, watch my thick load drip out of him, then make him clean every drop off my dick with that pretty mouth.

He’s my closest friend — practically family. But my cock doesn’t care. It leaks every single time he teases me. I keep typing messages at 3 a.m. — “Bro, I saw you on cam… I want to destroy that ass so fucking bad” — then deleting them because I’m scared it’ll ruin everything.

But the truth is I’m completely hooked. I want him. I want to ruin him. I want him to admit he’s been teasing me because he needs my cock just as much as I need his hole.

So tell me — should I just man up and send the message? Should I grab him the next time we’re alone, push him against the wall, and finally take that sweet little ass I’ve been fantasizing about for a whole year?

Because I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending I don’t want to turn my best friend into my dripping, moaning, cum-filled secret.