He Said He Was Curious. So I Let Him Deepthroat Me

*Everyone in this story is above the age of 18.*

Last night, Nate walked into my room and told me he wanted to know what a cock tasted like. Not just anyone’s—mine. We’ve been best friends since college, roommates for years, and yeah, we’ve messed around before—mostly jerking off in the same room, a few makeouts, a couple handjobs. But he always pulled away when things got too real. Not this time. He got on his knees and tried sucking me off for the first time—shy, eager, nervous as hell—and right at the end, after gagging and pulling off, he looked up and said, “I think I wanna try deepthroating.”

Nate’s lips were slick, pink, swollen. His eyes were glassy. “I think I wanna try deepthroating.”

I raised my brows. “Already?”

He nodded, a little out of breath. “I just… I dunno. I liked how it felt. I wanna try more.”

God. I had to shift on the bed because my dick was throbbing now, way harder than I realized.

“Alright,” I said, my voice calm, but there was no hiding the heat in it. “Let’s take it slow. You don’t gotta go crazy. It’s not a competition.”

He laughed nervously, wiping his mouth again. “Okay. So like… what do I do?” I sat back on the edge of the bed, legs spread just a little wider, cock standing proud and wet from his mouth. I motioned for him to come closer.

“Get comfortable first. Hands on my thighs. Don’t force it. Just go as far as you can… when it feels like too much, pull back. Got it?”

He nodded again, lips parted.

“Good boy.”

His ears turned red immediately, but he didn’t say anything. Just dipped back down between my legs. This time he was more confident. Mouth open wide, tongue down, he eased over the head again and took me into his mouth. He moaned softly as he sank lower.

“Yeah…” I whispered, brushing his hair back. “That’s it.”

He went slow. A little deeper. Then a little more. I could feel him tense up when he hit his limit, but he didn’t panic. He pulled back just a bit, got his breath, then tried again.

“Fuck, Nate,” I groaned, gripping the edge of the bed. “You’re getting good at this.”

He was. Like *shockingly* good. He was breathing through his nose, head bobbing now, spit sliding down his chin. Then he tried again—pushing further. This time he got deeper before choking. He gagged, coughed, pulled off again, panting.

I put a hand gently behind his neck. “You okay?”
He nodded fast. “Yeah. Yeah, just—holy shit.”
I laughed and leaned in. “Open your throat for me.”

Nate gave me this look, nervous, but also kind of excited. He was still catching his breath, but the way he nodded, like he was ready to prove something, made my cock twitch.

He lowered himself again, slower this time, lips wrapping around the tip like he was savoring it. His hands were firm on my thighs now, anchoring himself as he eased down the shaft.

“Breathe through your nose,” I coached. “Relax your jaw. Just let it slide in.”

I felt him adjust. His throat opened a little more, and fuck—he took nearly all of me in one slow, careful push. His nose brushed my skin, and I had to grip the edge of the bed just to stop myself from bucking into his mouth.

“Holy shit, Nate…” I groaned, voice wrecked. “You fucking did it.”

He held it for a second; eyes squeezed shut, brows drawn tight like he was focused on every inch. Then he pulled off fast, coughing again, spit glistening on his chin, but he was grinning this time.

“I got it, right?”
“Dude,” I laughed. “You fucking nailed it.”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “It feels kinda insane, honestly. Like—I can feel it *here.*” He touched his throat and laughed breathlessly.

I reached forward and tugged him gently by the hair until he was looking at me. “You want to try it again?”

His eyes flicked to my cock, still hard, still wet from him. He licked his lips, then nodded. “Yeah. I do.” This time I leaned back more, spreading my legs wider, giving him room. I didn’t rush him. Just let him find his own pace.

And fuck, he was getting better. He took his time working his way down again, learning the rhythm, figuring out how to breathe, when to pull off. I kept a hand on his back the whole time, just resting there, reassuring. Occasionally, I’d thread my fingers through his hair and guide him just a little, not forcing, just helping him stay steady.

He moaned around my cock, and the vibrations nearly made my hips buck.

“Shit,” I muttered. “That mouth of yours…”

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 hands gripped tighter at my thighs, fingers digging in just a little, like he needed to ground himself. His rhythm picked up—smoother now, more confident. My cock slid past his lips over and over, wetter each time, his spit soaking my skin. He moaned again, deep and low, like he didn’t even mean to, and fuck—it shot straight through me.

“You like that?” I asked, voice rough.

He nodded with his mouth full, eyes fluttering shut. A trail of spit stretched from his lip to my cock when he finally pulled off. “Dude…” He wiped his chin, catching his breath. “That was actually kinda hot.”

I chuckled. “*Kinda?* You were moaning around my dick, bro.”
“Shut up.” He laughed, then ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think I’d enjoy it that much.”

“You were made for it,” I said, patting the side of his cheek. “Natural.”

He looked up at me, lip caught between his teeth. “Think I could try something else?”
I raised a brow. “Like what?”

Nate hesitated. His cheeks flushed again, but not from embarrassment. There was heat behind it now. Curiosity. Want.

“I was thinking…” He leaned in closer, voice dropping. “Maybe you could… I dunno. Show me how *you* like it.”

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Like… maybe I get on the bed.” He glanced at it, then back at me. “And you show me what turns *you* on. Use me. Kinda.”

The way he said it; half shy, half daring,, made my heart pound and my dick harder.

“You sure?” I asked.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. I trust you.”
I sat forward, cupped his jaw, and looked him in the eye.
“Alright,” I said. “Lie back for me, Nate.”

And when he did, arms behind his head, eyes locked on mine—I knew exactly what we were doing next.