When Sex Became Transcendental [MF]

The only times I ever felt like I was making love was with this guy Matt (not his real name). He was my best friend for six years before our relationship became physical. And he was the first guy to tell me he was in love with me. We’d spend entire nights talking in his car in front of my parents’ house and then drive somewhere cool to watch the sun come up.

The first time we had sex, I was drunk. It was just standard fucking. But it was important because I was hesitant to have sex, so it broke that awkward platonic friendship barrier. The second time we were sober… and oh man, it was otherworldly. Everything I’ve ever felt toward him, every deeply personal secret shared, moments of vulnerability, uncanny emotional and physical connection, etc. helped create this almost spiritual experience.

**How It Happened**

Matt and I kissed passionately as he laid me on his bed in a missionary position. It felt like he was trying to draw in my breath to suck in my essence. Like our two souls were traveling through our mouths so they could live together in one body, transferring from me to him and back again. We undressed slowly, savoring every touch, taste, smell, sight, and sound. I’d never felt so present or felt like someone was as present with me. Every molecule in our bodies was pointed toward each other.

Matt rubbed himself along my clit, teasing me with light taps. His bare dick felt so good. And then he eased himself inside me. I was overwhelmed by the fullness and the fact the it was *him* who was giving me such pleasure. Here was my best friend who I had secretly adored for so long inside *me.* Everything was heightened.

As he thrusted, I finally understood what making love was truly about. When you cherish someone so much, you want to let them into the deepest, most intimate parts of yourself, and sex is the physical manifestation of that. I wanted Matt to melt into me like osmosis. I wanted him to be so close to me that we could truly become one.

I remember looking at Matt’s face and seeing pure love and fascination. He was experiencing the same thoughts. After more gentle caresses and strokes, he put my thighs on his forearms and moved harder, faster. It was the perfect angle, and I came instantly as he followed suit. We laid panting, riding the waves of our orgasms before falling into an intensely passionate cuddle.

The was the beginning of the most amazing sexual relationship of my life. Our chemistry was electric. Every time we had sex, I came and Matt would cum with me. Every. Single. Time. I’d never had that before and I never had that again. And when we weren’t making love, we were having the funnest, kinkiest sex imaginable–sometimes fucking like six times a day. He was like a drug. I couldn’t get enough.

After we had sex, we’d usually take showers together and he’d shampoo my hair lovingly, soap up my body–which would lead to shower sex, but on the days he went in the shower without me, I’d masturbate thinking about the sex we just had–even though I came–because of how good it was. I think I touched myself after almost every romp–whether it be when I got home later that night or a day later. I’ve never had that with anyone else.

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I plan on writing more stories about my experiences with Matt. I’ve already written one, which you can find in my posts.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fq5hvz/when_sex_became_transcendental_mf