He Said He Was Curious. So I Let Him Taste My Cock

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

Nate was my best friend. My roommate. My college dorm mate for two years before we moved into this apartment together. We’d been through everything, from all-nighters to bad breakups to blackout nights we didn’t fully remember. And yeah, we’d fooled around before.

It started in the dorms. Late nights, both of us horny, not really saying anything. Just jerking off in our beds with a little too much eye contact. Eventually, we got bolder. A few drunk makeouts. A couple handjobs. But nothing more. Nate was curious, but he always pulled back before it went further.

That’s why I was surprised when he walked into my room tonight with a look in his eyes. He stood in the doorway for a second like he wasn’t sure what to say. Then finally, after a long pause, he let out a breath.

“Lately I’ve been thinking about… trying something,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “With you.”

I didn’t even blink. “Try what?”

Nate shifted awkwardly, eyes flicking toward the floor, then back to me.
“I’ve been curious about what a cock would taste like.” That made me sit up a little straighter, but I kept my voice calm. “Mine, specifically?” I asked, already smirking.

He laughed, blushing hard. “I mean… yeah. Kinda.”
I leaned back again, casual, arms spread on the edge of the bed. “Dude. All you ever had to do was ask.”

He smiled, nervous as hell but trying to hide it. “So you’d be okay with it? Like, letting me… try?”

“Course,” I said, patting the space between my legs. “Come here.”

He stepped in slow, like I might change my mind if he moved too fast.
I stayed exactly where I was—seated on the edge of the bed, legs apart, watching him with that calm smirk I knew drove him crazy. I could see it in his face: he was nervous, but he wasn’t backing out. When he got close, I reached for his hips, steadying him in front of me.
“You don’t have to be perfect,” I said. “Just go with what feels good.”

He gave a tiny nod, biting his lip. “Okay…”

I leaned back just a little and started tugging my waistband down. His eyes dropped immediately, wide, locked onto my cock like he’d never seen one before—even though we’d jerked off in the same room a dozen times.

But this was different. This was *intentional*.
“Holy shit,” he whispered.

I grinned. “Still wanna know how it tastes?”

He let out this breathy little laugh. “Yeah.” He sank to his knees so slowly I thought he might chicken out halfway down. But he didn’t. He settled in front of me, eyes flicking up to mine like he was waiting for a green light.

“You’re good,” I said gently. “Take your time.”

He reached out with one hand first, wrapping his fingers around the base. That alone sent a jolt through me. He licked his lips. Then leaned forward. The first touch was barely anything—just his lips brushing the tip, warm and soft and hesitant. I could hear how hard he was breathing, like he was hyping himself up.

Then he went for it—just a bit. A soft lick around the head, tongue flicking like he was testing it out. He pulled back a second later with this surprised look on his face. “Okay,” he said, eyes wide. “This isn’t bad.”

I chuckled, resting back on my palms. “Keep going. You’ll get obsessed with it in no time.”

He laughed nervously, but leaned back in.

“Yeah, you’re doing good,” I murmured, watching him. “Open your mouth a little wider.”

He nodded and tried again. This time, he took more, lips stretched, his tongue pressing under the shaft.

Then, “Aaah, ah, Nate. No teeth, buddy…”

He immediately pulled back, eyes panicked. “Shit. Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” I said quickly, reaching out to touch his shoulder. “You’re learning. Just try to cover your teeth with your lips, yeah? Like… make an O with your mouth.”

He practiced it right there—kind of funny and kind of adorable—and then leaned in again, determined. This time it was better. He followed my instruction, made a seal, and took it nice and slow. I let out a quiet groan, letting him find his rhythm.

“Yeah… there you go,” I breathed. “That’s it.”

Nate was *focused*, like he was trying to prove something. And I wasn’t gonna lie—he was making it really hard not to lose my shit. Then he got cocky. He tried to go deep, like *really* deep, and immediately gagged. He pulled off, coughing, face red.
I laughed. “Take it easy, man. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

He grinned sheepishly, wiping his mouth. “I got a little ambitious.”
“Yeah,” I smirked. “But I like that.”

I placed my hand on his back, warm and steady. “Let me guide you.”
He nodded, and I helped ease him back down. Slower this time. Less pressure. I could feel him getting the hang of it—adjusting, learning, moving smoother. “You’re doing so good,” I said, voice low. “Kinda turning me on how into this you are.”

He gave me this messy little grin around my cock, and something in me flipped. Then he pulled off again, breathing heavy, spit on his chin, eyes wild.

“I think…” he said, licking his lips. “I wanna try deepthroating.”

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