Sin Studies S2 E3 | My church friend teaches me how to please someone else (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Brandon said it would be like before. Before, like when we trained with fleshlights to last longer. Honestly, I've prayed for forgiveness about that more times than I can count. 

Sure, it worked. We both got up to 10 minutes before we busted, and I’m sure our future wives will enjoy that. But to be truthful to God, that wasn’t the only reason we were doing it.

We needed to get our rocks off. Masturbation isn't encouraged either, and it doesn't do the job after a while. With both of us having girlfriends that were adamant about waiting for marriage to go all the way, it was a way for us to have something satisfying with someone else.

Even if that someone else was my church buddy, and the something was a piece of silicone. It was a temptation that felt strong enough to erase the parts of the experience that didn't fit in the bible verses.   

It was practice, but it wasn't just that. 

Brandon doesn't have a girlfriend anymore, and I might not anymore either. Jenny hasn't texted me back since our fight, and she doesn't even look at me in church. 

They say a man is the weakest when his woman leaves his side. That's how I felt. I was upset, and frustrated. I wanted to understand, but I couldn't. 

I just want to be with my girlfriend, and the urges feel so natural. At our age, if we were anywhere else but this town, I would've already felt the bliss that is to make love to her. 

But we can't. I messaged her and told I'm sorry that I wanted more, and she didn't reply. Later, I texted that we could keep to the hand stuff instead of moving to oral. 

She didn't respond to that one either. That one made me feel angry, because I know she wants it. She just wants someone like Brandon to do it. Someone who craves it and isn't afraid to show it. 

But when I do it, I'm in the wrong? I just can't understand.

I couldn't resist the urges without her. I'm a good man, but I'm a man.  

“Hey, Terence,” Brandon says as I walk into his place. He always has his Sunday clothes hanging over the chairs, and I never know if I should just sit anyway. “How you feeling?” 

“Yeah,” I say simply and decide to sit on his clothes. It's not like Brandon is known for having his shirts pressed before going to the service. 

“Man, if we're going to fight again, I prefer it not to be here,” he says. 

“I'm not going to fight you,” I say. “Where are we going to do it?” 

“You know some athletes don't nut before a big match? So they get laser sharp focus and aggression before they have to face off. Kind of like you right now.” 

“Are we going to do this or not?” I just am not in the mood to listen to someone else explain to me what I'm feeling. 

Brandon nods slowly at me and goes to his room. He comes back up with the black cased fleshlight that he uses to practice. “Did you bring yours?” 

“Yeah.” I reach into my bag and pull out the clear one that he had gifted me. It used to be clear anyway. Now it is more of a faded yellow. 

“Been giving her some use, I see.” My friend takes it from me and examines the entrance. “Relax, Terence. I'm not judging you. I use mine at least twice a week.” 

Me too. 

“How long you lasting these days? I’m good for about 15 minutes if I take it slow,” Brandon says as he passes the toy back to me. 

“Yeah, same.” Maybe. I haven't really timed myself since our first training period ended. I mostly just used it as relief if Jenny and I ever had a makeout session and I need to flush the urge out of me. 

Brandon uncaps his fleshlight and shows me the pink coloured opening. Watching him touch the material gently, I mimic him at the table, feeling the sticky silicone against my fingertips. 

This is what Clara is bragging about to my Jenny. 

“A real one is easier cause it's get wet,” Brandon mumbles. He licks his index finger and circles the entrance of the toy. I copy him, and feel the difference in the way my finger slips in accidentally on its rotation. “If she wants it, it won't hurt her.” 

The air crackles with sexual energy as we slowly finger our toys, working in additional spit as needed. Brandon looks concentrated and I bet the same look is on my face.

We're both young men who are deprived of the natural process that God gives us. Even playing with a toy with each other feels taboo, and the fact that we can never share this with anyone else makes every sinful tendency I have in me rise up. 

“Do you get hard when you eat her out?” I ask. Brandon's eyes don't leave the toy he's fingering, but he smiles. 

“I do, yeah.”

“I'm hard right now,” I confess to him. That does get him to look at me with those not-so-innocent eyes. 

“Me too,” he replies. Then, he lets spit drool out of his mouth and directly onto the toy. “I think jerking it at the same time makes me better at eating.” He leans down and grazes his lips softly against the toy. His spit leaves a shine on his lips. “You can give her a little teaser like this. Remember, the wetter she is, the better of a time it will be.”

“Yeah?” My lips touch plastic but I imagine the flesh in my head. 

“Yeah.” I watch him drag his chin across the slit, and I think about how Jenny mentioned how Clara liked Brandon’s stubble. I need to stop shaving so closely. 

My friend closes his eyes, and I watch him get into a zone. A zone that only other repressed men know, because sometimes this is all we get. He kisses his toy lovingly, adding only small licks to lubricate his actions. 

I follow each of his steps, repeating them precisely, so I can repeat this to Jenny later. I can imagine her moaning and writhing and begging for more. 

“This is when I usually start beating myself off,” Brandon says. He sticks his hand in his sweats, and I do the same. “Oh…then I just relax.. and let…” He flattens his tongue over the slit and breathes, “... let my tongue do what it wants to do.” 

With my wet cock in my head, I close my eyes and picture my girlfriend on my lips. I stroke slowly to that image, and then what my friend is trying to teach me becomes more clear. 

I lick the toy the way that my dick tells me to do it, and I imagine working both of us up to the climax together. 

“That's it. You're doing it.” Brandon’s voice floats in my head. “She'd be so wet. Don't be afraid to coat her with your spit too.” 

“Ah…” I moan into the plastic, now stroking myself hard and fast in my pants. I want to make her feel good so badly. I want to taste her so badly. I want to feel something pulse and throb back in my mouth so badly. 

“Think about how deep your dick is going to be in her… you can put your tongue just as deep,” he says and I stick my tongue as far in as possible. “And look up at her. That drives Clara crazy.” 

The eye contact that Brandon and I make with each other is full of lust. He has his mouth open, no longer eating his toy but coaching me. My tongue encased by the silicone, I look up at him past the clear case. 

“She's definitely going to cum like that. Hey man, you don't mind if I whip it out, right?”

“Uh uh.” I wiggle my tongue, trying to loosen up the impossible. While I do that, Brandon takes down his sweats. His usual intense eyes flicker as he lowers the toy on himself. 

“Oh fuck…” 

Shluck…Schluck… 

“You're eating her out so good,” Brandon pants. “When she says she's going to cum, don't change anything. Just keep licking.”

Keep licking…

Schluck… Schluck… 

“Oh… alright, not 15 minutes today…” 

Schluck! Schluck! Schluck!!! I watch his eyes roll back as he reaches the imminent purge. I imagine Jenny cumming on my tongue, and I feel the immense pleasure take hold on my body. 

“Fuck!” 

“MMMMm!” I moan into the toy, my mouth opening and my lips rubbing on my own spit. 

“Fuck!!!” Brandon pushes his hand on the table, and fucks upwards into his fleshlight. It rattles the surface and the toy in my hand trembles as I jizz into my pants. String after string unloads into my boxers, and I keep one thing in mind. 

Keep licking. 

“Oh fuck… yeah your girlfriend is going to like that…” Brandon groans and bites his lips. “Jesus.” He rubs his nearly buzz cut hair and looks at me with my face still buried in the toy.

“If I still have one.” The toy is suddenly tasting too plasticky and I sit back against Brandon’s nice clothes. “I'm pretty sure she wants you to do this to her more than she does me.”

Brandon removes the fleshlight from his cock.  His member, coated with transparent white goo, stands up straight. He goes to his room and comes back rubbing his crotch with a towel.

“I'm not looking to get tackled again, but if you want, I can help you convince her. Maybe two is better than one.”