Exploring With Nate | E3

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Part 3: He Wanted Me to Use His Mouth. So I Face Fucked Him

Nate was my "straight" best friend and roommate who tasted a cock, my cock for the very first time. And yeah, after just a few minutes, the shy bastard got cocky and tried deepthroating me. Surprisingly, he was really good at it, apart from a few gags and some spit down his chin. Now? He wants more. He said he wants me to use his mouth.

He laid back on the bed , head tilted over the edge, neck exposed, lips wet. “Fuck,” I muttered, walking toward him. I stood right at the edge of the bed, my cock already getting hard again just looking at him like that, completely open. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave me this nervous half-smile. “You said you’d teach me…”

I ran my fingers gently through his hair, not pulling, just holding him there. “Let’s fuck your face,” I said, voice low. “I’ll try to be gentle. Tap my thighs if it’s too much.”

He nodded, a little breathless. “Okay.”

I brought the head of my cock to his lips, resting it there. His lips parted instinctively, but I didn’t push in yet. Just rubbed it against them, slow and deliberate. A tease. Letting the anticipation build.

“You like that?” I asked.
He nodded again, lips barely touching the tip.
“Good. Open up.”

He did, wide and eager. I slid the head in, slow. He wrapped his lips around me, making that tight little “O” like I’d taught him earlier. I kept it shallow at first, just letting him adjust, his tongue pressed under the shaft as I eased forward. Then I pulled back, slapped it lightly on his tongue. He moaned.

“Shit, that’s hot,” I muttered, hand still in his hair.
I leaned forward, placing both hands on the bed on either side of his head. Now I had control. My hips angled over his face, and I watched the way his throat moved, the stretch in his jaw.

I started slow. In and out. Shallow thrusts. Watching the way he blinked up at me, mouth stretched around my cock, spit beginning to gather again at the corners. “You good?” I asked, voice a little strained already.

He gave a thumbs up and moaned around me. Fuck. That sound did something to me. So I gave him more. I pushed in deeper. Pulled back. Pushed again. His throat tightened the second I passed his limit, and I felt the twitch of his fingers on my thigh. I stopped. Pulled back a little.

“Good,” I said, rubbing his cheek with my thumb. “You’re learning how to signal. I like that.”

He blinked again, tears already forming from the stretch. I leaned down just a bit, hips closer, and this time when I pushed in, I angled it. He relaxed his jaw more. I could see him trying.

And he fucking took it.
Not all of it. But way more than before. His throat tightened. His nose brushed my stomach. I groaned and pulled out just enough for him to breathe.

“Holy shit, Nate…”
I started to move. A rhythm. Slow but deep. Gentle but firm. His face flushed red, but he didn’t tap out. His hands gripped the back of my thighs, holding on.

I looked down at him, his lips stretched wide, spit pooling down his cheeks, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. And he still moaned.
He didn’t stop. If anything, that made him hungrier. I could feel the change, he wasn’t just trying anymore. He was into it. His fingers dug into my thighs like he wanted to pull me deeper.

I let go a little. My hips moved faster now. His throat made tight, wet sounds every time I bottomed out just past the edge of what he could take. He coughed a couple times but didn’t pull away.

“You’re doing so fucking good,” I whispered, voice almost shaking. “Shit.”

I leaned in more, my weight above him, my cock disappearing into his throat again and again. Then I felt it. That pressure building. That tight pull just before I lost it. I pulled out quick, breathing heavy. “I’m close. Can I…?”

His eyes opened wide. He coughed, wiped his face, blinked a few times like he was just coming back into his body.

“In my throat?” he asked, voice hoarse.
I nodded. “Only if you’re cool with it.”
He hesitated, then shook his head. “Maybe not yet. But…”

“But?”

He gave this little grin. “You can paint my face.”

God.

I grabbed the base, jerked a few times, and groaned hard as I came—thick ropes landing across his cheeks, lips, even a bit on his chin. He flinched but didn’t stop smiling.

“Jesus, Nate.”
He wiped at his face, laughing breathlessly. “That was… intense.”
“You okay?”

He sat up slowly, still catching his breath, his face a mess. “Dude. That was intense,” he said again. “But I’m glad I asked you to do this.”

I handed him a towel, still grinning. “Me too. You’re a quick learner.”
He cleaned up, still flushed, hair a wreck, lips swollen.
I sat beside him and ruffled his hair. “Damn, I must’ve tired you out.”

“A little,” he said, leaning back, exhaling. “My throat’s gonna be sore tomorrow.”

I smirked. “Rest up, champ.”

He looked at me, head tilted. “You think there’s more?”

I raised a brow.

“You down to be tied up next?”

His eyes widened but he didn’t say no.

Exploring With Nate | E4