Sin Studies E2 | My first blowjob after taking a purity oath was from a guy... (Patreon)

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We took an oath to stay pure. That probably sounds like mumbo-jumbo to you, but basically all it means is that we promised to not smoke, or drink or have sex. The first two… I'll admit that I've already done with my friends out in the forest just outside of town.

The last one, a little bit more debatable. I've gotten handjobs from my girlfriend before, and I got a couple fingers in her before she got worried that her hymen would break. 

As you can imagine, there's a variation in how we handle this kind of restriction. I get horny just like everyone else, but some guys are just on another level.

Brandon is one of those guys. We’re on this double date road trip, and he's already brought his girlfriend into our room to eat her out. Defeats the purpose of the separated rooms, but she stopped him before they did the homerun. 

Now, he's been laying in the other bed, whacking off for the last 30 minutes at 3 am and keeping me awake. 

“Let's help each other out?” Brandon says, pulling off pieces of the toilet paper he used to cover his cock. “Fuck this cheap one-ply garbage,” he mutters. 

“Help each other out? What do you mean?” With the lamp turned between our beds, I have an unblocked view of his hard cock coming out of its wrapped state. 

“Man, what do you think I fucking mean?” he says with annoyance as he peels a bit of paper off his tip. Finally freed, he licks his hand and grabs his shaft. 

His chest rises considerably and then he relaxes into the feeling. 

“Oh my god, I need to fucking cum,” Brandon groans and switches to a backhanded stroke, his hand open and his palm sliding up and down on the top side of his cock. “Do you have any lotion or something?” 

“No,” I reply. This is my first time seeing another hard cock, and I feel an overwhelming need to compare mine with his. “Oh wait, I do have some Vaseline.” I lean over my bed and grab it from my bag. 

“Lifesaver,” he says and lets go of his cock to reach over. His dick curves slightly towards downwards near the tip, and the unusual nature of it makes me look again. “You don't mind if I dip right? It's just spit… well maybe some of Clara's juices too.” 

“Uh…” I look into my trusty tub of Vaseline. It didn't seem hygienic so I scooped up some with my fingers and put it on his hand. 

“Oh yes…” His chest rises again as his fist glides smoother down his shaft. “More.” He holds out his free hand, and I have to sit up on my bed to give him more. “Oh fuck yes.” His voice falters as he puts both slippery hands on his shaft. 

His cock tip slides in and out his right hand as he double fists his shaft.

Can I do that with my cock? 

Obviously itching to fuck, Brandon humps upwards, and he loses himself with his eyes closed and mouth open. 

“I need more. It's drying quickly,” he says. I scoop up a large glob with my fingers and hand it to him. With his eyes closed in concentration and both his hands busy, he doesn't take it. 

“Brandon,” I say, feeling the petroleum jelly melt in my hand. 

“This will go a lot faster if you help me,” Brandon says while biting his lips. He humps upwards quickly, with a desperate kind of rhythm into his tight fists. 

“How?”

“I always cum faster when someone else is doing it.” He stops moving and lets go, physically giving up before he reaches an orgasm. “Otherwise it can take me an hour.” 

“How long when Clara does it for you?” The Vaseline becomes too liquidy for me to even consider handing it to him.

“Like 5 minutes, maybe?” Brandon looks at my hand and I lean over to drip the oil directly over his crotch. He's completely shaven, which gives his big cock the illusion of being massive. “You can just hold it and I'll do the rest.” 

“Uh…” I watch him incorporate the grease into his already shiny cock.

“You said Jenny hasn't blown you yet right? I’ll blow you if you get me off,” he says, then closes his eyes as he fucks his hands with the additional lube. 

“What?” I laugh nervously. 

“Dude, I can see you're hard.” Brandon opens his eyes and looks down at my boxers. “I get what it's like to have a girlfriend who won't put out. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.” 

He's right. I am hard. I do want to get off.

And I do want to have a blowjob…

Like he knows I'm about to crack, he lets go of his greasy shaft and it stands in its downwards curved shape right beneath my hands. 

“Grab it tight, alright?” Brandon says as my hands approach. 

“Okay,” I whisper and close my hands around him. 

So warm. So slippery. So hard. 

“Oh… fuck… can be tighter.” He pulses his cock in my hands. I tighten my grip and Brandon lets out a big exhale. 

I know he said he would do all the work, but once my hands were on him, it felt easy to start stroking him. Maybe it was all the petroleum jelly but his skin was gliding smoothly in my fists. 

“Fuck, dude. Yeah, go over the tip like that.” Brandon scrunches up his face and sticks out his tongue. “Oh, that's good right there.” He pulls from behind my right knee so I come closer, and then he reaches up my boxers’ leg hole with his sticky hand. 

Holy fuck! Holy fuck, he's just going to go for it! 

“Jesus.” He opens his eyes and looks at me once he has his hand wrapped around my hard member. “Did you and Jenny do something before bed too?” 

“No, I just…” 

“Oh fuck!” Brandon interrupts me and looks down at his cock. With my nerves, I suddenly realize I'm stroking him a lot faster than I was in the beginning. “Squeeze it tighter.”

I squeeze so hard that I think it would hurt, but he just started thrusting upwards to match my strokes. 

“Oh…fuck…FUCK!” Brandon's smooth upper body crunches forward and a small shot of cum lands on his bellybutton. “Keep going!” 

Sweating, but caught in the moment, I ignore the ache in my arms as I stroke his big cock. 

“Oh!” A big shot of cum blasts out of him and lands on his face. The fact that it goes so far makes me pause in surprise. “Keep going!” I pick up my rhythm again and Brandon spurts more, hitting his chest twice and then a couple times on his belly. “Fuck…” The juices that dribbled out of him are mixing with the Vaseline and making everything more slippery. “Ah!” He whines as my tight fist slides past his cock head. 

“Do you want me to stop now?” I slow down anyway, and observe his weakened expressions as he experiences the post orgasm sensitivity that I know too well. 

“Yeah. Come up here.” His hand squeezing around my erection makes me realize his hand is still up my boxers’ leg hole. “Hurry, before it's too late.” Helping me pull down my underwear, he pulls me onto the bed until I'm straddling his wet chest. 

“Hey Brandon, if you’re… oHhHHHH!!!” My palms slam against the hotel room wall as he swallows me down. 

My first mouth.

Oh my god. His tongue.

It's so wet..

And 

Fuck! 

Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Brandon sucks consistently, like he's on a mission. 

“I'm going to cum!” I panic and try to pull out. I make it about halfway before he pushes his head forward to swallow again, and he holds my buttocks in place. 

I let it go. 

I let it all go.

“OHHHHHH!” I moan loudly as I explode into a hole for the first time in my life. It feels incredible, like the gates of heaven opened up for me as the liquid travels up my shaft and gets expelled in ab-crunching spurts. “Fuck!!!”

“GUhHhHh…” Brandon sputters around my dick. He lets go of my ass and pushes on my stomach to guide me out of him. Not quite finished, I jerk off naturally over him. 

He maneuvers my right leg so he can get off the bed. Running to the bathroom, I hear him spit out my load and clear his throat. 

“You need some serious pineapple therapy, dude.” Brandon turns the water on and so has to talk louder. “No wonder Jenny doesn't want to suck you.” It makes me smile as I stroke out the remainder of my nut onto his pillow.

After he rinses his mouth, he comes back out with a small and soft dick. “Alright, get out of my bed. We have to go on that long drive tomorrow.”