Sin Studies E1 | My religious friend lets loose as soon as he's out of town (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Brandon and I knew from the get-go that we weren't living the classic college lifestyle. Our community is ridiculously conservative, and everyone is always preaching abstinence until marriage. It was pretty much drilled in our heads by the adults in our lives. Hammered, if that gives a more accurate image. 

It all made some sense, until we were 21 with our girlfriends. Hand holding led to kissing, and kissing led to touching. I found out that amongst our friend group, a handjob wasn't considered a bad sin. It was our way of compromising.

Brandon didn't talk about it, but I knew he was a horny guy. Actually, one time he was showing me something on his phone and I saw tabs for porn when I accidentally clicked something. If I had to pick someone who was gonna do the deed before marriage, it was gonna be Brandon. I could tell he was masking his true self to fit into our community.

Lo and behold, we went on a double date road trip, and he was touching her the whole way like they've already done it. I think he might not even notice it, but the way he chews on her ear “secretly” is really not so secret at all. Nor is the way he adjusts his crotch afterwards. 

We went into the trip thinking we were gonna keep our promise. Like I said, that was drilled into us. We booked two rooms; one for the guys and one for the girls. After the first day out, we settled into our respective rooms. 

“Have you already fucked Jenny?” Brandon says, pulling out a silver chain from his bag. 

“What's that?” I ask as I watch him put it on. Wearing a polo like usual, Brandon undoes the top button so the shiny metal shows. 

“Relax. We're out of town and can have a little fun,” he replies while adjusting his shirt in the mirror. Then, he takes it off and searches in his bag for another shirt. 

Brandon is pretty much completely hairless, except for his armpits and a little facial hair. He pulls out a grey tank top and pulls it on. Without his normal clothes on, he looks like a totally different person. 

Like one of the guys you see on TV, maybe outside a bar having a smoke with others. 

“So, have you fucked her?” Brandon repeats, turning to me. I think I need to start working my arms harder to look like that. 

“Nah. So far so good.” I flash him my purity ring. “You already had sex with Clara?” 

“Had sex,” he scoffs. “Terence, you're on your way on becoming the Mr. Ryans.” That's the guy that leads our group in church. “No, I haven't fucked her. I got to finger her pussy last time though.” He licks his lips as he says that. 

“Oh. Jenny gave me a handjob before we left,” I say and Brandon smiles at me from the mirror's reflection. 

“I knew you weren't totally lame! Did she let you cum on her boobs? How big are they anyway?”

“They're like…” I hold my hands out in front of my chest to show him. “But she doesn't let me do that.” 

“Yeah, a bit of prude, isn't she? You can tell by the way she walks.” Brandon messes up his hair, using a bit of water to try to get a more casual style. “Clara though: Good girl on the outside, cockslut on the inside.” 

I felt uncomfortable with the words he was using to describe his girlfriend, but the horny young man in me was interested in the conversation.

“What have you done?” I ask.

“Pretty much everything but fucking.” Brandon licks his lips again. “Her folks were out one time and she invited me over. Tied her hair up and blew me in the kitchen.” 

“Wow,” I murmur. I want to have that kind of experience so badly, like any other guy. You know, to feel my knees buckle while something besides a hand milks me. 

“Yeah, it was amazing. I forgot to warn her and blasted all over her face,” Brandon says with a wink. “Whoops.” 

When he laid down on his bed, I laid down too and made sure my wood wasn't showing. I bet Clara's mouth is nice and wet. Imagining the feeling over my inexperienced cock is turning me on. She does look like she’d be good at doing that.

“You don't mind if I have her over, right? We want to cuddle.” Brandon asks. I shake my head no, and he texts her to come over.

It had already been a long day, so when Clara came over, Brandon turned off the lights. I think I was the first one to fall asleep. 

“MmmM…mmm…mmm…” The soft sounds of her moaning wakes me up. I think I was listening to the sounds before my brain woke me up, cause I’m already hard as a rock by the time I remember where I am.

“You like that, babe?” Brandon asks in a raspy whisper. 

“OhHHh!” From the wet sounds, I think Brandon's eating her out. 

“I wanna fuck you, babe,” he whispers. 

“We…can't…oh…”

“Just once, baby.” I hear the weight on the bed squeak. “Feel how hard I am for you? Oh, babe, you're so wet.” I open my eyes slowly, and look at the shadowy figures. From what I can decipher, he's looming over her, his hips pushing against hers. 

“Brandon…” 

“I love you, Clara. I want us to be each other's first time,” he says. “It’ll be so good.”

“We shouldn't,” Clara says with clear conviction, and I hear Brandon sigh loudly. The shape of his body in the dim light collapses back on the bed with a creak. 

“Suck me off then?” 

“I'm tired,” she says. “Tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, sure,” Brandon says with dejection. I know the feeling of getting teased and rejected like that because Jenny always does it to me. “Maybe you should go back unless you want to deal with this poking at your back the whole time.” 

She agreed, and I laid there in silence as she stumbled her way into her clothes and left. 

“You awake, Terence?” Brandon whispers from his bed. 

“Yeah,” I say. 

“Sorry about all the noise.” 

“It's alright, I got to pee anyway.” I went to the bathroom in the dark and was blinded by the bright fluorescent light that I switched on. When I finished, I opened the door and the light shone on Brandon’s bed. 

Brandon’s bed, Brandon's near naked body, and his hand in his boxers. 

“She blueballed me bad,” he says while moving his hand up and down inside his underwear. “Could've at least finished me.” 

“Uh…” 

Brandon looks at me standing in the bathroom doorway. “You look like Jesus with the light behind you like that,” he says with a laugh. “Hey Jesus, can I get a blowjob tonight?” 

I chuckle quietly at his joke, because it felt inappropriate to really laugh at this late hour. “Jesus wasn't a genie.” 

“I could use a genie to rub right now.” Brandon shoves his other hand in his boxers. “Is there any tissue in the bathroom?” 

“Just the toilet paper,” I say. 

“Fuck,” he says. “Can you get me some?” I tear some off for him and give it to him. “A little more than this. This is the cheap stuff.” 

Going back to pull more off the roll, I return to see him with his cock outside his boxers’ pee hole. I actually can’t see the shape since he wrapped the tip in toilet paper and his hand covers the rest of it.

“Thanks,” he takes the paper from me with his free hand. “You think if I call her, she'll come back and finish me off?” 

“It's…” I check the clock between our beds. “3 am.” 

“Damn it,” Brandon sighs in dejection. His strokes falter. “It's not as good as when someone else does it.” 

“Yeah, I know.” I always cum way more when she does it too. 

We didn't have much to say after that, and I heard just the tissue rustling as Brandon whacked off. It was not conducive to falling back asleep because it just made me think about sex and I got too horny to even consider closing my eyes again. 

3:30. I look at the clock next to me. He's been at it for 30 minutes now. 

“Terence?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Can't sleep?” 

“You're making it kinda hard,” I reply. “Just finish already.” 

“I can't,” Brandon says. “I need a hand.” 

“What do you mean?” I shield my eyes as Brandon turns on the lamp on the table. 

“Let's help each other out?” Brandon unravels the paper from his cock slowly.