Sin Studies | No Nut November Special 2 | All the training my religious friend and I did ended our no-fap streak (Patreon)

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Continued directly after the last story…

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Brandon’s place is the epitome of a bachelor’s pad. Technically, he has a girlfriend, but she probably doesn't spend much time here. Actually, in our community, sleepovers are heavily discouraged so I can guarantee that Clara has never slept here. 

How could she anyway? There’s junk everywhere. It has a certain smell too, like he hasn't opened the window in a while. The smell is him, but really concentrated. 

I haven't been here since Brandon said we should stop the fleshlight training sessions. So, that means it's been about two weeks since I’ve been here, encouraging each other to hold in our loads while experimenting with the toys. 

“Oh yeah,” Brandon says as he slips off his church slacks into just his boxers. “Here.” He walks over to the drawer and picks up the fleshlight that he lets me use. 

“Just out there in the open, huh?” On top of the drawer, is the black fleshlight that he uses, along with our half empty bottle of lube.

“Hiding in plain sight,” Brandon shrugs. “She never even noticed it. I hate this shirt.” He pulls off his tight grey polo. He could probably go a size up, but I think he likes showing off his chest. 

“How much was this?” I look at the once clear fleshlight that I trained on. It has more of a yellow tinge to it now. Holding it turns me on, as I recall the feeling of sinking into the squishy material. 

Two weeks is a crazy amount of time to not release. I feel myself precumming just looking at the toy's entrance. I recall how Brandon coached me into breathing from my stomach so I didn't lose it immediately. 

“Early Christmas gift from me,” he says as he sits on his couch and takes off his socks. The relief on his face is palpable. “It'll be your second girlfriend until Jenny puts out. She'll have to write me a thank you note but when she realizes you used to last 30 seconds.”

I touch the lip of the toy, playing with the light stickiness that it has. 

“You'll probably last 30 seconds now. You're about to bust out of those pants.”

“I really want to fuck,” I say, dipping my fingers into the toy. It's not very smooth without any lube. 

“Yeah, you're telling me,” he sighs. I look at his bulge, and he twitches it for me. “I don't know how 3 months is even possible.” 

“Maybe they do fuck, and they just don't cum?” 

“That sounds like absolute hell,” Brandon says. His thinly veiled boner rises again, and this time I feel like it wasn't on purpose. “You think you're going to call it quits soon?” 

Why shouldn't I? Jenny isn't ready to let me pop her cherry anytime soon. I'm not going to go years without an orgasm for some pseudo-science claim of attracting more women. 

“Okay, yeah you're about to cream the toy,” he laughs at me and it brings me back to reality. “Try to make it last at least a minute.” 

I couldn't handle my tight slacks anymore either, so I took them down. Unfortunately, I chose to wear boxer briefs today, and the curved shape of my hard banana is 100 percent clear. 

I take a seat next to him, and he pats me on the shoulder. 

“Just two guys not getting any in the prime of their lives.” 

His hand on my shoulder causes some precum to roll out of me and we watch together as a wet spot spreads on my blue underwear. 

“You know, we trained fucking missionary and nothing else,” I place the lip of the toy on top of my groin. The pressure ironically relieves the inner pressure I feel. 

“Oh ho ho,” Brandon chuckles with his arm still around me. With his armpit exposed, I can smell the deodorant that he uses. “Terence here is into some freaky shit. What are you thinking? Cowgirl?” 

“Yeah,” I dry hump upwards. “Or like, doggy, but on the couch.”

He looks at me in a confused but curious manner, and I decide to show him. We both stand up, and I squeeze the body of the fleshlight in between two back cushions. It fits snugly and keeps the fleshlight lips pointed at us. 

“So you…” Brandon whispers.

I climb onto the couch, and press my groin against the entrance of the toy. To make the position less awkward, I put one knee down on the seat. 

“Oh, she'll like that,” he says behind me. The desire for sexual pleasure entices me and I dry hump the fleshlight, rubbing the length of my packaged wood against it for something. “How long do you think you'll last like that?” 

“I don't know,” I whisper, shaking with excitement. “Do you mind if I lose my streak now?” 

“It's your dick, dude. I don’t know why you joined me in the first place,” Brandon says. I watch him walk around the couch with a tent in his boxers and he tosses me the bottle of lube. I slide my cock out of the middle slit, and apply some lube onto my shaft. 

“Oh…” The sensation supercharges my body and I give into the urge to sink into the toy. 

Holy shit. My legs tremble as my dick yearns to explode instantly.

“Breathe, remember?” Brandon says beside me. “We worked on this.” 

I take a deep breath with him, and feel fully the sleeve's cold texture press against my burning crotch. Each breath I take makes my cock throb, which amplifies the wave of pleasure enough for me to ride through it like a mini orgasm. 

“It's probably not helping that you have your underwear on. You have to be free.” Brandon touches my shoulder and I pray to not nut. I want to enjoy this as much as possible. 

I pull out and get my underwear sticky as I pull my lube covered cock back through the middle hole to get the garment off me. 

“Back in you go,” Brandon pushes on my buttcheek and I enter back into the fleshy paradise. 

“MmMmm…” I grunt as I fight the instinct to blast my two week load. 

Relax…relax… relax… 

“How does it feel?” He's looking over my shoulder at my dick. “You're not all the way in.” He pushes me forward with his whole body, and I plunge the rest of the way in. 

“AhHh!” I whimper.

“Breathe,” he says in my ear. “You got this, man.” 

“I can't hold it.” I want to pull out but his chest is pressed against my back. 

“You can. Relax your asshole. Like we practiced.” 

It’s easier said than done. I remember how to control that muscle, but it's just too much. It’s been too long! I need to cum! 

I need to cum! 

I pull out forcefully, knocking Brandon back a little. Then, when the feeling gets too much for just relaxing, I clench hard on the muscle. 

Nope. 

I relax the muscle and cum streams out of me like a honey coming out of a bottle. I instinctively lean forward so it drips on the toy instead of the couch. 

“Damn!” Brandon says behind my shoulder. I keep everything relaxed and feel the sublime feeling of my balls emptying. It's like my brain takes a sigh of relief now that I'm not filled to the brim. “You just came handsfree.” 

“Yeah.” I move to stroke the rest of the nut out of my dick, but my friend grabs my wrist. 

“Wait, don't waste this. I've only done this once before but you can cum again.” 

“What?” I ask, feeling already a sleepy feeling wash over my body from releasing. 

“You can cum again. No contractions right? You just let go of some fluid. Put it back in.” 

“It's going to be sensitive,” I say, looking down at my cock. I am still awfully hard. 

“It'll be good. I promise.” Brandon reaches around and holds the base of my cock. “Oh yeah, I'm sure now. You’re going to cum again.” He taps my erection against the lip to spread my cum. “Go.” 

“AhHhh!” I whimper at the sensation of going back in. It's not the usual feeling. I'm both sensitive and ready for more all at once. 

“Fuck it.” I hear him mutter behind me. Then he repeats, this time clearly for me. “Fuck it!” 

My hips roll forward, and my head tilts back at the marvellous feeling of fucking a wet willing hole. It's just pleasure. No threat of cumming because I don't have the tanks full anymore. 

“You can cum again, right?” 

“I think so,” I whisper, fucking at different speeds to find a comfortable one. 

“I've only done it once. The second orgasm is crazy, man. I'm telling you,” Brandon says lust in his voice. “Fuck it.” I hear him take off his boxers. “I'm gonna cum too today.” 

“Oh!” I thrust, entering a state of edging as my friend gets naked behind me. He gets close again to look over my shoulder and at my dick sliding in and out of the toy he bought. 

His dick touches my ass! 

“Come on, man. Give her a good finish,” Brandon leans closer, placing his cock firmly in my crack. 

“Ah!” I bite my lip as I thrust. I feel myself inching towards the end, putting in the effort by pumping consistently. 

“It's going to be so worth it.” His dick is wet in my crack, and it feels fucking dirty as hell. “I need to fuck too, Terence. You get that, don't you?”

“Yeah,” I whisper. His wet tip prods at my hole each time I pull out of the toy. I know what he means. I know what my body wants.

I know that I'm the one doing it. I rock my hips back and forth purposefully, until his cock starts to penetrate me slowly. 

YES! My body screams at me. MORE! 

“Oh fuckkkkKkKk!” I cry out as his big two hander dick slips into me gradually with each fuck I give the fleshlight. 

“Oh, Terence, dude…” Brandon envelops my thinner body with his big arms by planting his palms on the couch back in front of me. He gives one big thrust, and his whole cock is in me. 

“FuckKkK!” I groan, pushing into the toy as profoundly as he is in me. 

“Oh fuck…” Brandon says weakly in my ear. “I'm in your ass,” he continues with disbelief. “I'm in your fucking ass. Oh my god.” 

Biological instinct takes over my motions. I fuck gently, resulting in me getting fucked gently. His giant dick is overwhelming to take, but the fact that he stays still makes it more manageable. 

“I think I'm going to cum again.” I feel the urge whenever his wood is pushed back inside me. 

“Don't say cum… oh shit I'm cumming… I'm cumming!!!” Brandon roars in my ear, making my eardrum burst. His hands form fists in front of me, and the man starts fucking hard. 

“Ah!”

“Oh fuck I'm cumming!”

“Ah!” I receive the brute force of his humps. 

“Fuck!”

“Ah!” 

“MM!”

His heavy weight pushes me fully into the toy and the fleshy part wrapping around my entire shaft signals for my body to release. 

“God!” 

Creak!

Creak! 

“FUCK!!!” I cry out as I cum for the second time. It's much more intense than the first time, the contractions feeling almost violent from how fast and hard they're happening. My hole clenches around a hard pole, which makes the release of liquid from my dick extra strong. 

“AhHh…fuck!” Brandon humps roughly into me. “Fuck!” His voice turns into a sort of breathless whimper. “I just fucking came in your ass. What the fuck…I came in your ass.” 

“Oh…” I groan. I don't want to say anything else. 

I don't even want him to pull out. 

When he pulls out, then we have to deal with it.

Not yet.