Sin Studies E8 | My straight friend and I push each other to train for fucking (Patreon)

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Continued directly after the last story…

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“I’m serious, man. We're never gonna get anywhere if you don't train hard.” 

Brandon isn't talking about building muscle. Or running a marathon. 

He's talking about holding our load in while fucking. As two 20 something year old virgins, it's easier said than done. 

That's why Brandon set up these training sessions, and bought us fleshlights to practice with. It's a great idea, honestly. I'm sure my girlfriend will appreciate it once I get the hang of it. 

“One minute penalty for not playing along. Cock in the fleshlight, Terence,” he says impatiently. “I got the timer ready.” 

I could tell Brandon isn't joking, so I push myself back in the sleeve and exhale deeply. I'm getting more used to the feeling now, but it's still pretty intense to feel the tight toy swallow my dick. 

“Go.”

I take a deep breath and start thrusting in short pumps, holding my breath to not let the feeling overtake me. 

Don't cum… don't cum… don't cum…

“You have to breathe. I read that online. Take deep breaths from here.” Brandon pats my abs, and the breath comes out of me so fast it makes a funny noise. 

“Oh my god.” I tense up as I get dangerously close to cumming and have to stop. 

“That's weak, dude. You're 10 seconds in.” 

“Shut it,” I say and start to pull out. 

“Nuh uh.” 

Oh fuck! His hand cups my left asscheek and holds me in place. 

“You're not gonna get better if you quit now. Keep it in.” 

“Dude, your hand is on my ass.” I sink back into the fleshlight. 

“Don't tell me that this is getting you off,” he says playfully with a squeeze. “Do long and slow strokes until you get used to the feeling.” I pull the length of my cock slowly and then he guides me back by pushing on my ass. “All the way in.” 

“Ah…” 

“Breathe. That's it. Don't stop moving.” 

“Oh shit,” I sigh. He was right. This rhythm makes it easier to stay on top of the sensation and now I feel like I'm surfing it rather than being blown away by it. 

Beep beep! Beep beep! Brandon turns off the timer and shoves his cock back into his toy. His hand still on my ass, he fucks his toy at the same speed. 

I can see that Brandon takes his own advice too. His tight belly expands and contracts as he takes big slow breaths. His long dick exits the entrance almost completely before he pushes it in as far as it can go. 

“Oh…” I get a little greedy and go a little too fast, which immediately sends off alarm bells in my body. 

Don't cum… don't cum… don't cum…

“Relax your muscles. Your ass is tight as hell.” He squeezes my asscheek and I attempt to release the tension in them. “Feel mine.” 

“I'm not touching your ass,” I say, my breath a little haggard.

“You've already touched my dick. What's the difference? You'll see what I'm talking about.” 

“Fine,” I concede and hover my hand over his meaty butt. Hesitating over how to touch it, I decide to just place my hand over the biggest part. 

His glutes tighten as he pushes in, and then relaxes as he pulls out. 

“See? I'm not clenching like a motherfucker,” Brandon says. “Two minutes left.” 

“Ok,” I say and close my eyes. My hand feeling his rhythm, I imitate it and visualize my own ass muscles doing the same thing. 

“There you go, buddy!” 

Smack! He smacks my asscheek before holding it again. 

“Now we got something to work with here,” he says while squeezing my ass, and I can tell that my butt is jiggling in his palm. 

“Can we cum yet?” I ask, being forced to slow down again if it's not the end. 

“Not yet. We’re doing good though. What are you thinking about?”

“About cumming,” I say honestly and squeeze my eyes shut. I shouldn't have said that because now I can only picture my seed blasting into the clear walls of this toy. 

“Think about Jenny instead.” 

“I'm not sure if that's going to help,” I say, slowing down even further at the image of my dick going inside my girlfriend. 

“No, not nutting inside her,” Brandon says. “But like you're fucking her and you want her to cum.” 

“Okay?” My hand pounds at the hot image. 

“And your job is to fuck her through it. You can't cum until she does.” 

I feel him speed up his pumps from the way his ass is moving in my hand. 

“Oh fuck…” I naturally hold my breath again as I fantasize about fucking. 

“You gotta breathe,” he reminds me. “Oh fuck, this is nice.” 

“I gotta bust soon,” I say, and he squeezes my ass. 

“1 minute left. Imagine her begging for you to fuck her harder.” 

“That's not helping.” My voice turns into an embarrassing high pitch whine. 

“You have to hold it! She's about to cum!”

I must be pre-cumming hard into the fleshlight, because it is feeling more slippery than ever. 

“She's gonna blow! Fuck her! Fuck her hard!” Brandon shouts. He's fucking his toy so hard and fast that his ass is just hitting my palm with each thrust. 

“Oh fuck!” I moan.

“Fuck her!” 

“I'm about to cum!” I groan loudly. I feel my pits getting sweaty from the exercise, and I will my tired hips to keep going to reach the end goal. 

“Me too, buddy. We're almost there. She's going to cum!” Brandon shouts. 

“AhHHHHh!” I let out an unexpected masculine roar. 

“Yeah buddy!” 

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! 

The timer going off makes me open my eyes, and I turn to look at Brandon. He's drenched in sweat, and his beefy chest is red from the cardio he's doing. 

“We can cum!” He looks back at me and then his face turns bright red. “FUcKKKKKKKKk!”

“AHHHhHHHh!” I let go of trying to surf the feeling and let the wave knock me off my feet. 

“Oh BUDDY!” He squeezes my ass, and a torrent of cum gushes out of me and directly in the toy.

“Oh my god!” I lose my footing and stumble forward, ejaculating without control into the welcoming hole. 

“Fuck yeah! Take my fucking load!” Brandon grabs the toy with his other hand and does quick and short drills into it before going deep in.

“Oh god..” I fall onto the bed with my hands and go balls deep into the toy and feel the toy's walls bounce back with each contraction of my shaft. 

“We did it. We fucking did it.” His palm lands with a thud on my back. “Oh…” He assumes the position as me, and I notice how sweaty his sides are. 

The rush of breathing hard from the exercise and cumming mix together, making me light headed as I descend back to reality. 

“That was 5 minutes.” Brandon takes a gulp of air. “We do this until we get to 10 minutes and we're golden. Nice work, Terence.” He squeezes my shoulder. 

“Thanks, you too.” That's all I could think of to say. 

“I'll clean up this time. You do the next one.” Brandon holds onto the base of his toy, and his huge semi-soft dick exits in with a wet pop. “Should we try for the 10 next time or go easy and do 6 minutes?” 

“It's … up to you…” I wince as I pull my sensitive cock out of the cum filled toy.