My Straight Friend Became My Lube Tester | E3 (Patreon)

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

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He came back the next day.

No more jokes about the "tester." No more pretending it was just a curiosity.

There was something different about him, an attentiveness. Tension. As if he knew that his return meant something more than yesterday.

We sat down on the bed, and without further ado, I reached for the third bottle. Different label. Different color. Different promise.

"Okay," I said calmly. "The next gel is... specific. Flavored anal lube. Designed specifically for rimming."

Justin raised his eyebrows and snorted with a short laugh.

"Seriously?" He looked at me incredulously. "So what, you want me to show you... my ass?"

I smiled, but there was no joke in it.

Only certainty.

"Trust me," I replied quietly. "Just lie on your stomach and spread your legs."

There was a brief silence. I could see him swallowing. Weighing it up in his head. Curiosity fighting resistance and winning.

He sighed heavily.

"You're really serious about this."

He stood up.

He took off his shirt, pants, and boxers. He was naked. Completely.

He lay down on his stomach on the bed, just as I had said. He spread his legs a little too narrowly, then, after a moment, wider. As if he was checking for himself how much he was able to give me.

I moved closer. I put my hand on his lower back. I could feel the tension under his skin.

"You don't have to do anything," I said calmly. "If you say 'stop' at any point, I'll stop."

He didn't answer right away.

Then he just muttered,

"Okay... do your test."

I knelt between his legs.

Justin lay quietly, leaning on his forearms, his face buried in the pillow. His buttocks were tense, as if he were trying to pretend to be relaxed. But I could see every micro-movement, the way his fingers clenched the mattress, the way his shoulder blades twitched when I ran my hand down his back.

I unscrewed the gel.

The scent hit me immediately, sweet and deep, like a mixture of caramel and something fruity. Vanilla with something sharper.

"It smells like dessert after sex," I muttered with a smile.

Justin laughed briefly, throatily. But he didn't look back.

"Fuck... don't say things like that when I'm lying with my ass in the air."

I squeezed a dollop of gel between his buttocks.

He reacted immediately. His body twitched, his muscles tensed. The gel was cool, thick, spreading slowly along the crevice, sliding lower, all the way to the hole.

I spread it wide with my finger. Gently but firmly.

I made the first circle. Then a second, narrower, more concentrated one. I could feel his body reacting. His buttocks trembling, his breathing deepening.

But he didn't say "no."

He didn't pull away.

On the contrary, his hips dropped lower, as if he wanted to be even more accessible.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear:

"Perfect scent. Now I'll see how it tastes."

He froze.

Then he just exhaled quietly.

I had no more doubts.

He was ready.

I took my time.

It was a moment when patience, taste, rhythm, and the reaction of the body under my tongue were what mattered.

I leaned lower. First, just my breath. Warm, deliberate. I felt his skin react, his buttocks tense even more.

Then I touched him with my tongue.

Gently. Flat. One slow movement from bottom to top. The taste of the gel was sweet, smooth, almost addictive, but it was Justin's reaction that caught my attention the most.

He shuddered.

He let out a low sound that was no longer laughter or a joke.

"Okay..." he muttered, more to himself than to me.

I began to circle my tongue around. First widely, exploring. Then more tightly. More thoroughly. My tongue worked rhythmically, confidently, pressing harder when I felt his body begin to surrender.

Justin moaned softly. His hips rose on their own, as if trying to find a better angle.

"Lie still," I said low. "I'll take care of it."

I pressed my tongue deeper. I repeated the movements, slower and slower, more and more intense. The taste, the smell, the tension, everything built up.

"Fuck, Matt..." he whispered through clenched teeth. "I didn't think it would be... like this."

I didn't answer.

I didn't have to.

His body spoke for him. It trembled under my hands, reacting to every movement of my tongue, every pressure.

It wasn't just licking anymore.

It was control.

And complete focus on one point.

I could feel his body starting to lose itself.

Not in chaos, in pure reaction.

Justin's breathing was already uneven, heavy. His hips rose and fell in short, restless movements, as if he were trying to find relief that he wouldn't allow himself to touch. His hands clenched the mattress so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

And I didn't stop.

My tongue worked consistently, rhythmically. I pressed it exactly where he reacted most strongly. I circled, paused, returned, building tension layer by layer. The taste of the gel mixed with his scent, and his reactions became increasingly difficult to hide.

"Matt..." he managed to say, his voice breaking. "I..."

I didn't let him finish.

I clenched my hands tighter on his thighs and pulled him slightly closer.

A few slower movements.

Then the rhythm again.

His body suddenly stiffened. All of it. As if someone had tensed every muscle at once. I heard a deep, broken moan and felt him tremble under my hands.

Justin came without touching his cock.

The orgasm was sudden, uncontrollable. Cum splattered onto the mattress, and he collapsed heavily onto it, breathing like he’d just run a race. He kept trembling for a long moment after.

Then he turned his head toward me. Sweaty, broken, with disbelief in his eyes.

"That gel..." he began, then snorted quietly. "And you. That was a whole different league."

I smiled slowly.

Because I knew one thing:

He wasn't testing products anymore.

He was testing himself.

And that was just starting to get really interesting.

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