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Kissing him, I lined up my cock and slowly pushed into him. He moaned. I paused before pushing harder.

“Yes,” he whispered. “More.”

I gave him more. Pressing harder as he winced, I thrust my hips until I entered him with a pop.

“Ahh,” he yelped.

Like a deer caught in headlights, he looked into my eyes. We were thinking the same thing. After years of friendship, I was inside him. He fit me like a glove. We were perfect for each other.

Sliding in until I could go no further, I slowly retracted. Pushing back in, I needed to kiss him. I loved what we were doing and wanted him to know it. I wanted to show him all the things I couldn’t say. So, sliding my arm around his back, I perched on top and made love to him.

It was sweet, comfortable, and more than anything, hot. Merri’s body was perfect. His angles matched my bends. And when I could no longer be gentle, my thrusting made him moan in a way that gripped my soul.

“Yes. Yes!” he cried.

Fucking him harder and harder, I could see his toes curl. He was fighting to hold back. That sent a tingle up my legs to my balls. Quickly, I was struggling. I wanted this to last forever. But when Merri exploded without either of us touching his dick, I came inside him. Flowing into him like a river, my twitching didn’t stop.

Tightly gripping his body, eventually, I released him. With his legs lowering around me, I was still inside him. I didn’t want to leave him until I had to. And eventually, when I shrank out of him, I climbed up beside him and pulled him into my arms.

There was so much I wanted to say, but didn’t. He had to know how I felt about him, though, didn’t he? He must have. Merri meant everything to me. Couldn’t he understand that I never wanted this to end?

Chapter 13

Merri

No, no, no, no, no.I mean, yes. A hard yes. But no.

I didn’t mean for this to happen. Did I want this to happen? Of course. I’ve been wanting this from the day I met him. But this was going to ruin everything.

I love Claude. And I don’t mean in the way that his incredibly chiseled body makes me feel. And that’s saying a lot considering he has those ‘V’ shaped side muscles that are constantly pointing to his surprisingly large dick.

No. I love him in the way that someone does when they want the person to be in their life until they die. I didn’t need to have sex.

Don’t get me wrong, feeling him push into me is going to be what I spank off to for the next few years. It was better than anything I could have dreamed of. But there was more to Claude than what he could do with his body. And that was the part of him that I was in love with.

If I could take back everything that just happened I would. I would need a lobotomy for that, because there was no way I would forget this. But if that was the trade-off to have him as a friend forever, I would do it.

Still, the feeling of him holding me under the stars was incredible. I could hear the waves lightly lapping at the shore. The moonlight cast a faint shadow over everything. And despite there being a cool ocean breeze, his warm body enveloped me like a blanket.

I could enjoy this for at least a few more minutes before I had to bring this to an end. Wait, did I have to bring this to an end? Yes. Yes, I definitely had to bring this to an end.

“We should probably go,” I told him – like a crazy person.

When Claude spoke, he sounded confused.

“Okay.”

Was he now regretting what he did and rethinking ever having come to Florida? Probably. Claude was straight. Or, at least mostly straight. There was no way what had happened was anything more than an experiment. And whereas I would have loved to be that experiment while we were in university, after experiencing life without him for two years, I no longer wanted to risk it.

“Did you not want to go?” I asked, nervously wondering if this was where I was going to lose him.

“No, we should go,” he said with more resolve.

When he unwrapped his arms from around me, I felt naked. More than that, I felt awkward and cold. As we both found our clothes and shook the sand out of them, I peeked over at Claude. He looked as stoic as ever. How did he make stoic look so hot? It was enough to make me hard again.

But no, I couldn’t go there. Not tonight. Not ever again. And I had to spend whatever time he gave me before disappearing again making up for what just happened.

Dressed and packed, we headed back up the beach and into the woods.

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