My Straight Friend's Girlfriend Lets Him Experiment With Me | E3 (Patreon)

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

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This Time, He Was the One Doing It for Me

He was still sitting next to me, slightly hunched over, still silent, as if trying to recover from what had just happened. His face showed a mixture of embarrassment, relief, and something he couldn't quite name yet. Something new.

I turned to him and looked him straight in the eyes.

"So," I asked quietly, "do you want to try now?"

He froze. Literally. As if time had stopped for a moment so that his body could register the meaning of those words. He opened his mouth but said nothing. Then he exhaled and slowly nodded.

"I want to," he said in a voice quieter than usual. Quiet, but confident.

I smiled calmly.

"You don't have to rush," I said. "I'll guide you. Step by step."

He looked at me intently, as if to make sure I wasn't joking. That everything was still under control. His and mine.

"It's just... I've never done anything like this before," he muttered.

"I know," I replied. "That's why you don't have to be perfect. It's not about perfection. It's about feeling what you're doing. About listening to me. And to yourself."

I sat more in the middle of the bed and leaned back, my arms falling loosely along my body. I was ready. But I didn't push.

Jeff moved closer. Slowly, as if each of his knees weighed a ton. He leaned on his hand and hovered over me. Our eyes met again.

"If at any point you don't want to," I added, "just stop."

"I don't want to stop," he replied. "I want to do this right."

I could feel that he was sincere. That beneath his uncertainty lay a genuine desire. Not just following an impulse, but a real need to discover what else lay within him.

Jeff sighed deeply, leaned in, and... brought his face close to my neck. Before his lips touched my skin, he looked at me again. As if asking for silent consent.

I gave it to him with a single glance.

And then he began.

His lips touched my neck with a slight hesitation, as if he wasn't sure he was doing it right. But he did. Warm breath, an uncertain kiss just below my ear, then a gentle shift downward, softly, carefully, curiously.

I breathed calmly, focusing solely on him. I felt his fingers resting on my side, his body leaning closer and closer to me. He was no longer sitting in the distance. He was with me. Close. And conscious.

He moved his lips lower, along my collarbone, to the center of my chest. His lips stopped at my nipple. I felt his tongue tentatively brush my skin, as if looking for a reaction. I moaned softly, barely audible, but it was enough. Jeff returned to that spot and this time sucked harder.

"Oh yes," I whispered. "Slowly. Enjoy it."

I could see him absorbing every word, his body relaxing. He began to breathe at his own pace. He no longer looked at me like a student. He looked like someone who wanted to feel, not just perform.

His hand moved across my stomach, touching my muscles as if exploring the terrain. His lips moved lower, kissing me along my ribs, then lower still, to the edge of my waist. I felt my cock harden with every movement of his tongue. Each movement was both a promise and a request.

Jeff looked up at me. His eyes were darker, fiery.

"Can I...?"

I smiled slightly, stroking his neck.

"You can do anything."

He nodded as if those words had opened a path he hadn't seen before.

He returned to my skin with growing boldness. He wasn't just testing, he was exploring. He licked my stomach, stopping just above the hairline. He placed his hand on my hip, squeezing it a little harder. I could feel his uncertainty... and his excitement.

He was ready.

So was I.

He stopped just above my crotch, as if waiting for confirmation that he could cross a line he had previously only fantasized about. He looked up at me from below, still kneeling by the bed. His lips were moist, slightly parted. His face was flushed but focused.

"You can," I said quietly. "Just take your time. Start with your tongue."

He nodded. He reached for the elastic of my pants. I helped him by lifting my hips. He slid the fabric down, and his gaze immediately settled on my penis, stiff, throbbing, ready.

He didn't touch it right away. He looked at it first. And that look alone sent a shiver down my spine.

He leaned down, opened his mouth, and... touched the tip with his tongue. He barely brushed it. He pulled away. Then again. This time longer, wider, until the entire head was covered with his saliva. He moved his tongue carefully, exploring the taste, the texture, the reaction of my body.

I moaned softly. "Good. Take your time. Yes."

He took me into his mouth. Only half the head at first. His lips were warm, soft, slightly trembling. He held me with his hand at the base, as if he still needed control. He didn't move right away, he just stayed in the moment. He felt.

"Try a little deeper," I whispered, placing my hand on the back of his neck.

He took a breath and slowly slid down. Deeper. His tongue moved underneath, his lips sucking lightly. He pulled away, licked his lips, and looked at me with something between surprise and pride.

"Good?" he asked.

"More than good," I replied, stroking his hair. "Again. And slower."

He came back. This time his movements were more deliberate. The sucking was stronger. His tongue was bolder. He worked with his mouth, finding the rhythm better and better. I could hear my breathing, faster, heavier. My stomach tensed with his every movement, and my fingers clenched slightly in his hair.

I closed my eyes and let him work. He drew me closer to him, step by step, as if exploring every inch.

"Yes... just like that..." I whispered.

I felt I was close. And he... didn't want to stop.

I was close. I could feel it in every tense muscle in my stomach, in the throbbing penis in his mouth, in the way my hips began to move gently toward him. Jeff did it slowly but with commitment. His tongue was more confident now, and his mouth movements deeper. The sucking was timid but rhythmic. And wet. I loved the feeling, his tightly clenched lips, as if he really wanted to give it his all.

I tightened my fingers in his hair, but not to push him. Just to keep contact. To let him know how damn good he was making me feel.

"Jeff..." I gasped. "I'm about to come."

He stopped for a second. He looked at me, his mouth open, his chin wet. His eyes were wide open, full of tension. He was waiting for instructions.

I gently pushed him back by the shoulders, even though I could barely keep control myself. I sat up higher on the bed, leaning against the headboard, my cock straight, hard as rock. I reached my fingers to its base and started jerking myself off. Slowly. Confidently.

Jeff watched. He was silent. He didn't take his eyes off me for a moment.

"Watch," I said in a hoarse voice. "Until now, you've only seen ejaculations on screen. Now... you can see it live."

I tightened my grip. I worked in a steady rhythm, my cock already slick with my pre-cum and his saliva. I felt the climax approaching, inevitable. My hips trembled. My breathing came in ragged pulls.

And then... the moment came.

With a moan, I threw my head back. The cum shot out hard and hot, landing on my stomach and then higher, on my chest. Several long, powerful shots. I tensed my muscles, breathing heavily, and my hand didn't stop until the last spasm.

I opened my eyes.

Jeff was looking at me with his mouth slightly open. As if he had just seen something he wanted more of.

"That was..." he began, but stopped.

"Beautiful?" I asked with a smile, wiping my chest with my hand.

He nodded. "Yes. Hell, yes."

He didn't say anything else. But I saw something new in his eyes. Something deeper than just curiosity. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on yet.

I knew one thing:

he was no longer just a spectator.

He was part of this world.

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