Sin Studies S2 E6 | My church friend is the only one that sins more than I do (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Brandon’s apartment is the opposite of the church. I don't mean that in a clean or dirty way. The church, no matter how filled with people, doesn't have the same feeling of humans actually existing. 

He's not a tidy person, but his place isn’t dirty either. I do find it comforting to see his clothes strewn about, some dishes on the counter, and an array of colognes lining a shelf. 

It’s why Brandon continues to be popular despite having broken every rule of the bible at one time or another. He's a real person, and he isn't afraid to be one. 

“How many times did she cum?” he asks as he takes off his jacket, throwing it on top of another one over his dining table chair. Is that a leather jacket? Haven't seen him wear that before. 

“Just once. She got kinda weird after.” 

“Did you keep going or did you try something else?” Brandon takes off his sweater and readjusts his black tank top. “Let's go sit.” 

We went into the living room and settled on his couch. He put on some music, and repeated his question. 

“So she got weird. Why?” 

“I wanted her to blow me afterwards. Like when you were there,” I say. “Is that…” I point at the ashtray on the table. 

“Yeah,” Brandon replies. “It's pretty much dead.” He lights it up anyway and takes a puff. “You want? You know, old time folks used to smoke all the time to have their spiritual journeys.” 

Still feeling hurt from the rejection, I took it from him and took a huff. It wasn’t my first time smoking, but it burned just the same. 

“Oh, you're hurting, alright. Okay.” He takes the nub from me and stamps out the ember in the tray. “I'll tell you where you went wrong. You should've kept eating her out until she was about to cum again, then you could've asked her for head.” 

“That's not what we did last time.” I cough. Now that I think about it, maybe this is the smell that makes Brandon's apartment smell so much less disinfected than the church. 

“Last time, I was there. I'm sorry, man, I'm not trying to flex on you, but your girl has a thing for me. Yo! It’s not like I took my shirt off or nothing.” He shrugs at me, and his bare biceps bulge in a way that mine doesn't. 

I know he’s right. The only reason that Jenny gave me that blowjob was because Brandon told her too, and that turned her on. 

“It works though, man. I learned after a couple times with Clara. Women don't understand how bad blue balls hurt.” 

Fuck no, they don't. 

“She at least jerk you off after?” 

I shook my head and Brandon shook his head sympathetically at me. 

“Bitch. What'd you do then? Fucked the shit out of your fleshlight?” 

“Actually, yeah.” I giggle unexpectedly, feeling a sense of euphoria relax the tension that's wedged in my chest. 

“Would've done the same. Have done the same.” Brandon chuckles. “She tasted good?” 

“Fucking fantastic,” I admit, licking my lips like I might be able to taste her. 

“She's got a nice one,” he murmurs. “Hey, okay no disrespect, but I found a video of someone that looks just like her. You want to see?” 

I'm not surprised that Brandon is horny. He is normally anyway, and I think smoking does it for him. I mean, it's doing something for me too. 

He put the video on his tv, and I agreed that the actress has a resemblance to my girlfriend. 

“This part.” 

The man spreads her legs and eats her out like it's his last meal. 

“That's what you looked like, dude.” Brandon scratches himself, and something rigid in his sweats gets moved and bounces back to its spot. “You see that eye contact he's giving her? She melted for you when you did that.” 

I could feel flesh against my lips as I watched the video. 

“Shall we?” Brandon asks.

“Yeah.” 

We took off our pants together and Brandon took off his tank top too. I didn't want to be oddly half dressed, so I got naked with him. 

“Shit, you didn't bring your fleshlight, did you?” he asks, opening the table’s drawer and pulling his out. “Here, guests get priority.” 

“It's fine. I'll take the lube though.” 

Brandon put the fleshlight away, warmed some lube up in his hand, and squeezed some onto my palm. Even after doing the same thing that did, the lube was a cold shock to my hard cock. 

“He just eats her out the whole video. I think she cums 4 times. You see how he's flicking her bean with his tongue?” 

“Yeah, that's hot,” I whisper. I grab my cock with both hands so I can imitate the feeling of the shaft being fully covered. 

“Bet you wanted to fuck her so bad.” Brandon stretches his arm on the back of the couch and smirks at me. “Try edging her next time. They do crazy shit when they're edged.” 

“For example?” I pump hard, trying to feel something that's worthy of the blissful orgasmic pleasure that I know is possible now. 

“Clara ate my ass a couple times.” He strokes himself lazily with a backhanded technique. “You sure you don't want the fleshlight?” He looks at my two handed grip. 

Brandon? Getting his ass rimmed? 

“Hey, only God can judge me. And it felt fucking good, I swear. I don't know. You know, it's the big man himself that put the man’s g-spot there. Where's the fucking bible story on that?” 

“What did it feel like?” I turn my attention back and forth from the porn to him. 

“It felt good.” Brandon shrugs. “Got me off.” 

“It didn't feel weird?” 

“Oh, it felt fucking weird.” He laughs. “I don't know though. Something about getting done what you want to do? Makes you better at it.” 

“She liked it too?” I imagine the roles reversed, with my girlfriend spreading my legs. 

“She fucking loved it. Said it was tasty,” Brandon says with another laugh. “I'm telling you, these church women are dirty to the core. She had me like this.” He puts his hands behind his knees and pulls, putting himself in some sort of spread eagle position. “Jerked me off at the same time.”

“Did you last long?” The two handed pump I'm doing becomes a little too much and I give myself a break from going back to one hand. 

“Nah. It got me pretty fast. Too bad we broke up when we started playing with that.” He keeps his position, and stretches to stroke himself at the same time. “Would you try it?” 

“I don't know. I think I like eating more. I mean, I wouldn't know. But I don't think about it,” I say. 

“Yeah, that's fair. That's your journey of exploring right now,” Brandon says. We make electric eye contact, and I keep it as my legs move themselves. His eyes follow me as I position myself between his open legs, and I slowly detach myself from his gaze to look in between his thighs. 

A light dusting of brown fur lining a pink hole. 

“How'd you eat her out? The way I taught you?” Brandon asks. 

“Like this.” I lean forward in lust, and circle his hole with my tongue. 

“Oh!” 

“And like this.” I taste his flesh in a clockwise motion twice, and then reverse the direction. 

“Fuck, Terence!” 

He tastes good too. Not like Jenny. A different kind of good. It tastes just like his apartment feels, really.

It's real. And it's raw. 

“Oh fuck… you really learned something…” 

I moan into the hole I'm eating, and restart my strokes. Just like before, suddenly how to structure my licks becomes crystal clear. 

Full laps on his entrance, to loosen him up. 

Turn my head, so he feels the angle of my tongue change. 

Pierce into him with the tip, and wiggle like I'm on a mission. 

A kiss, feel it pucker, and then kiss it again. 

“Oh… fuck…Terence… fuck!...” 

I felt him jerking off in excitement, with his balls bouncing on my forehead. And I felt him stop, because he wanted more. I felt his hole loosen up, because he needed me deeper. 

“You jerking off, man?” Brandon groans. 

“Uh huh…” I moan into his crevice, making sloppy licks and matting down his fur. 

“I can feel it, man. You're really hungry.” 

“Uh huh…” 

“I'm not going to suck you after I cum, dude. You have to do it yourself. FUCK!” Brandon writhes and I push his cheeks apart to keep my access. 

Fine. I reach behind me and grab at things until I pull the table drawer open. The fleshlight is easy to find, and I let go of Brandon’s legs briefly to open the cap. 

“OHhhHh!” I moan into his hole as I sink into his fleshlight. Then, the urge to make out with his pink opening overwhelms me, and I let my spit get all over my face. 

“Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! Dude! Holy fuck! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!!” 

“MMmmmMmm!” I moan in tremendous pleasure as I breed his toy, all the while tasting his flesh pulse around my tongue. His ass clamps with his orgasm, and I use my tongue to pry him apart to taste sweet victory. “MMM…mmm…”

It's what I needed. I needed to cum while making someone cum. 

“Holy mother of god…” Brandon sighs and then lets out a deep chuckle. “What the fuck? Look at what you made me do.” I lift my face up, drenched with my spit, and look at the watery splatters he made all over his chest. 

“We're going to hell,” I whisper, and wince as I pull out of his fleshlight. 

“Yeah, we are,” Brandon closes his eyes, and presses his cross to his lips. “Forgive us, for we have sinned.”

I didn't know if it would be worse if I pressed my dirty lips against my own cross, so I let Brandon pray for us, even though I'm the one on my knees. 

“Hey, it'll be okay. We needed that. The big man will understand. Hey, Terence! I'm serious.” He rubs my head, and I blink away the tears. “You did something good for me. That counts for something.” 

“Okay,” I whisper. I get up and sit next to him on the couch, feeling oddly comfortable naked with him and yet so ashamed at the same time. 

“It's okay, man. Now that we have our heads cleared, tomorrow we can try to get our women back. That'll put us back on the right path.”