My Straight Friend Is Learning To Suck My Cock, And I Cum On His Face And Lick It Off

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

Dan, a straight friend, gets an offer to perform in gay porn and asks Matt for help to prepare him for the role and avoid making a mistake on set. Previous part here.

I sat relaxed, legs spread apart, hands resting on my thighs. I unzipped my pants slowly, looking him in the eyes. I wanted every move to be a clear signal to him that there was no turning back now.

"Let me teach you," I said calmly, without a trace of a joke.

Dan hesitated, but knelt down. For the first time, he was so close, at the height of my cock. His shoulders were tense, his breathing uneven, but his eyes were determined. He reached out with his hand and touched me gently, as if testing the temperature. Then he moved his fingers along the shaft until he reached the tip.

He leaned forward and licked the tip. Carefully, almost uncertainly.

"You're not licking a lollipop," I said firmly. "It's a cock. Suck it."

He took it deeper. Slowly, but I could feel the warmth and wetness of his mouth. I immediately corrected his movement, setting the pace with my hand on the back of his neck. Gentle pressure to let him know that I was in control, not him.

“Breathe through your nose. Evenly.”

When his head started moving in rhythm, his eyes became slightly moist. His throat tightened and his breathing became ragged, but he didn't stop. Every inch he took deeper was something new for him.

“Good,” I whispered. “You're starting to understand.”

And at that moment, I knew I was drawing him in, step by step, until he would ask for more himself.

With each passing moment, he moved more smoothly. He was no longer gasping for breath, but catching the rhythm I had imposed on him. I could see it in his face, the tension mixed with something new.

“Look,” I said, sliding it halfway down. “See what you've done?”

A drop glistened on the tip. Warm, thick.

“Now do something with it.”

He looked at me with slight hesitation, but returned his lips to the spot. He licked the tip and drew air through his nose. He grimaced slightly, the first taste was foreign to him.

“Again,” I instructed. “Don't run away.”

I gathered another drop with my finger and pressed it to his lips. He opened them and accepted it.

“Do you know a better taste that you made yourself?” I whispered with a slight smile.

He didn't answer, but something in his eyes broke. He wasn't as tense as he had been at the beginning.

He returned to the tip on his own, without my pressure. His tongue moved more confidently, his sucking became deeper, wetter, as if he had forgotten that this was an exercise.

I knew he had just crossed the line.

I grabbed his hair. I didn’t yank, he just felt that his movements now belonged to me. I set the pace, pushing him deeper until his throat tightened.

“Breathe through your nose. You can do it,” I said calmly, like an instructor, not a buddy.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

“Don't stop. You're just getting good.”

He groaned through his nose, resting his hands on my thighs. I liked that he wasn't fighting back anymore, just accepting.

“Let the tears flow. That's what submission looks like.”

I looked down, straight into his eyes as they were just below my stomach.

“Tell me it's your favorite taste,” I whispered.

He mumbled something with my cock in his mouth.

“Tell me you want more,” I repeated, pulling his hair slightly so he would look at me.

“I want more,” he said, embarrassed but hard as a rock.

That was enough. I pushed him deeper, feeling the tension building. And then I came. Cum shot into his mouth, onto his cheeks, onto his chin. Drops ran down his face.

I leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, licking my own cum off with my tongue.

It was so exciting to lick my own cum off his face.

“See? Scenes like this happen too.”

I sat back down, moving away slightly.

"Your turn," I said calmly, as if it were the most obvious thing. "If you want to play it well… you need to know how it feels."

He lay down on his back. He pulled down his boxers quickly, without hesitation. His cock was already hard, throbbing slightly.

I knelt between his legs. I placed my fingers on the inside of his thighs, moving higher and higher. I kissed them slowly, deliberately, leaving traces of warmth on his skin.

I touched his balls. Softly but confidently. I heard a short, broken breath.

I brushed the tip with my tongue. Salty, slightly moist. Then I opened my mouth and took him slowly, halfway in.

He groaned, completely surprised by the intensity.

“Now you know,” I whispered, looking into his eyes, “why gay men suck so well. Because they know what they want to feel.”

I began to move my head rhythmically, licking every inch with my tongue. I felt his thighs tense, his fingers intertwining in my hair.

His breathing became shorter and shorter until he finally trembled. His cum filled my mouth, thick and hot. I didn't pull away, sucking every drop until there was nothing left.

I got up slowly, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. I looked him straight in the eyes.

“You thought that was all?” I smiled. “Turn around. I want to show you something you'll love more than sucking. Don't be afraid. It'll be... exceptionally nice.”