Sin Studies E4 | Even devoted guys like us need some release (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Brandon is one of those guys that aren't afraid to show their temper. He's not violent, but he makes it clear when he’s not in the mood to joke around. 

Him with blue balls would be one of those moods. I don't know why he's so bent on getting laid during this road trip, when he knows that we've all taken vows to save ourselves until marriage. He should know what to expect.

Then again, it's not like he and his girlfriend are following those vows that strictly if they're having oral sex all the time. It probably isn't making it easier that they take it so far and then not all the way. 

So here we are, the four of us quiet in the car with the radio off. Brandon just ate Clara out on the hood of the car, gave her a loud orgasm, and got left hanging high and dry. I would be frustrated too, I guess. That's why I don't like to take it so far with Jenny. 

Clang! 

Brandon gets out of the car first and slams the door. I share a look with the ladies in the backseat. 

“Is he going to be ok?” Clara asks.

“He's fine. Guys can always jerk off. You did the right thing,” my girlfriend reassures her friend. I turn around to roll my eyes, and then I get out of the car myself. 

When I get to the hotel room I share with Brandon, I wonder if I should actually give him some space before I go in. 

Or maybe he needs a friend right now? 

I decide to go in, slowly opening the door to give him time to prepare for my entrance. 

“Whoaaaa, what is that?” I ask. Brandon's shirtless at the desk, holding two cans with the mini fridge door still open. 

“Have a drink with me.” He tosses me a beer can, and then cracks open the one he's holding. 

“We're not supposed to drink.” I look at the words on the can. 

“Dude, we're the only 21 year olds in the world that can't get our fucking dicks wet,” Brandon says and takes a big gulp of beer. He sputters immediately, and I put the can down on my bed to help him. 

“You ok?” I pat his bare back. He finishes coughing and takes a more moderate drink from his can. Then, he hands it to me and lays down on the bed. Curious enough, I smell the opening of the can. I am 21 after all. 

Closing my eyes, I decide to take a sip. It tastes horrible and it burns at the same time. I can see why Brandon choked on it. 

“I thought if I made her cum, she'd let me fuck her,” Brandon says. He spreads his arms on the bed until he's covering the whole thing. “Pass me the drink.” 

I take another little sip before I give it to him. He sits up to take a gulp and makes a face. 

“Tastes like piss.” 

It does, but when he hands it to me, I take another gulp. The burning feeling turns into a nice warm sensation in my head. 

“Was I being an asshole?” Brandon flops back down on the bed. I go over to lay on my bed. “Terence?”

“It wasn't that bad. You just slammed a door,” I say, watching the ceiling turn a little. 

“Fuck. I bet she's gonna break up with me now,” he says and rubs his eyes. “Fuck!” He shouts more loudly. 

“She's not going to break up with you.” I turn to reassure him. “Dude, I can't even get Jenny to take off her pants most of the time.” 

“You have to try eating her out. Girls taste like magic,” Brandon says with a sigh. “Fuck, my nuts are sore.” 

“I bet, yeah.” I can see that he's boned up just talking about it. 

He's probably going to take it out and jerk off like he did last night. 

He might ask me to help jerk him off again. 

Maybe he'll say he can suck my dick again in return again. 

Fuck, I'm boned up too. Like really fucking boned up. 

“I need to cum,” Brandon mumbles, shoving his hand down his shorts. “Oh fuck.” He lifts his head and looks down at his crotch.

“What?” Something in my head pounds as I watch his hand make motions in the fabric. 

“It’s all sticky,” he grumbles. Then, he pulls off his shorts and his big hard cock pops out. “Oh…” he places both hands on it and strokes methodically. “She could've at least blown me.” 

“That would've been more fair.” I recall the way she thrashed on the car’s windshield as she climaxed. Encouraged by his brazenness, I slide my own shorts off so I can play with my wood. I'm actually really horny too and the new sensation of drinking is enhancing my courage.

Brandon takes a peek when I pull my shorts off my ankles, then lays his head back down. He reaches for my jar of Vaseline and dips his hand inside, and then he pushes the jar towards me. I do the same thing, and my dick grows harder as I rub the oil into my palm. 

I don't ever jerk off like this. 

“Whoa…” I say as my slippery hand glides across my rigid cock. 

“It's better with a little something,” he confirms. His two hands now slide past his swollen cock head. “You don't want to fuck Jenny?” 

“Of course I do,” I wince as my palm goes past a part of my cock tip I normally don't touch. 

“You're not really going to wait until you get hitched, are you?” His speech is punctuated by laborious breathing.

“I don't know.” My dick feels amazing with the Vaseline, and I'm able to try different strokes that were never possible dry. “Maybe?”

“We're wasting the best years of our boners waiting for that. Look at this shit.” 

I turn my head to see him let go of his long cock, and he slaps it to show me just how rigid it is. 

“I just wanna stick it in her,” he says while grabbing his two hander and humping upwards. Then, he reaches for the vaseline again. “Fuck!” The jar falls off the table and rolls closer to my bed. 

Standing up, and then bending down to grab the jar, his hard cock is right above me when he stands back up straight. It smells just like the product that he has slathered over it. 

“Do you want to help me out again?” Brandon whispers, almost with a hint of shame. 

I look at his long shaft with the veins travelling from the base to the tip. Brandon places a glob of oil on the top end, and I place my palm slowly over it. 

“I don't want to have Vaseline in my mouth,” he hints. I nod and close my grip around his shaft. 

Holy shit, its rock fucking hard. The oil quickly liquifies in my grip, and my fist slides naturally towards his tip. 

“Oh fuck… oh fuck!” I can only see his chin as he tilts his head back. “Use two hands, man.” I place my other hand at the base of his shaft and feel the man tremble under my touch. 

“Does that feel good?” I pump his big cock slowly, following the shape of his curve. 

“Yeah,” Brandon looks down at me. He grabs a little more petroleum oil from the jar and sets it down. Leaning forward, I feel his warm hand caress my erection. “Jesus…” 

“Oh!!!” I moan as he lifts my heavy cock. It makes me naturally stroke him faster. 

“Shit…” He matches my stroke, which is more than enough to finish me in a minute with the slippery oil on it. “Can I cum on you?” 

Cum? 

On me? 

“Fuck!” I groan and exhale loudly. I look down in time to see myself spurt on my abs. His consistent stroking keeps me at the height of pleasure as I stroke him back. 

“Oh fuck man, I'm going to bust! I'm going to bust!” 

The first shot that comes out of him misses me completely and lands on the bed. Just when I presumed I was safe, a jet of hot liquid splashes against my right cheek. 

Then it coats my eye.

And my ear.

I feel it landing in my hair. 

“Oh fuck!” Brandon bats my inexperienced hands away and takes over. The warm liquid splatters on my collarbone and drips onto my chest. I myself grab my own cock so I can continue to ride my orgasm for all it's worth. “Oh shit. Dude! Oh shit!You're fucking covered … oh…” 

The stinging in my right eye is the worst part. I have to shut it tightly as I scan the sticky mess he left on me and my bed. 

“Fuck…” Brandon drops his tough guy exterior and whimpers as he strokes out the last drops onto me. “MmmM…” 

“You feel better now?” I ask with a laugh, accepting the fact that I'm going to have to ask for all new bedsheets from the hotel lady. 

“So much fucking better. Do you think I need to call Clara to apologize or some shit?”

“I could use an apology.” I laugh again, using the back of my hand to try to wipe the gunk off my eyes. 

“Hey, some of the mess is yours,” Brandon says while chuckling too. “My bad though, dude. I didn't know I had the super soaker setting on. I'll get you a towel.” 

After he gets me a towel and I dry off as best as I could, I sit up and he sits on his bed facing me. After jerking each other off, it doesn't feel so weird to be naked in front of each other. 

“If we're going to fuck them,” Brandon says slowly, “then we need to work on our endurance. That was a terrible performance.”