Exploring With Nate | E4

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

Part 4: He Said It Was His Fantasy. So I Sat on His Chest and Fucked His Mouth

Last night, my best friend Nate sucked dick for the first time. My dick. And yeah, it wasn’t just a first-time thing; he wanted me to use his mouth, and I did. I fucked his face slow, deep, until he was gagging on it, tears in his eyes, spit everywhere. And he loved it. The same shy, quiet guy I’d lived with for two years? He asked me to paint his face when I came. Later, He looked me in the eye and asked if I’d tie him up next. That’s when I knew, we weren’t just playing around anymore. Nate was serious. And fuck, I was ready to take him there.

I woke up late, sun already pushing through the blinds. My body still felt loose, warm, like every muscle had unclenched overnight. After last night, I couldn’t blame it. My cock twitched just thinking about the way Nate had looked under me...lips stretched, face messy, moaning with his mouth full.

But when I searched, his bed was empty. Covers messy. He was gone.

I took my time. Made breakfast. Hit the gym. Scrolled on my phone longer than I should’ve. No text from him, no “morning after” awkwardness. Honestly? That made it hotter.

By the time evening hit, I was lounging shirtless on the couch, half-watching something on Netflix, half waiting to hear his keys in the door.

Then I did.

The jingle. The lock turning.

I sat up.

He stepped in with a grocery bag in one hand and a smile that was way too casual for someone who got face-fucked the night before.

“You were gone all day,” I said, grinning.

“Yeah,” he said, kicking off his shoes. “Figured I’d knock out errands early so I could get home early.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You did errands… so you could get home early?”

He shrugged. “Well, yeah. Gotta make time for my sex education class.”

I laughed, standing up and stretching. “So, you still wanna explore with me?”

Nate didn’t say anything—he just reached into the bag and pulled out two things: a pair of black metal handcuffs, and a blindfold.

“It’s been a fantasy of mine,” he said, eyes gleaming.

“Jesus,” I said, cracking up. “You really went for it.”

He grinned, proud. “What? You said we’d take it slow. I’m just… enthusiastically slow.”

“One step ahead of me.”

“Always.”

I didn’t even tell him to follow me. I just turned and walked to my room. He came.

Inside, I nodded toward the bed. “Lie down. Lose the shirt.”

He peeled it off and climbed on the bed, sitting up against the pillows, suddenly looking younger. A little nervous. But he didn’t hesitate when I tossed him the blindfold.

He slid it on.

I watched him for a second. Just took him in. Soft, parted lips. That little upturn in the corners when he smiled even without seeing me.

I moved slow.

Climbed onto the bed.

Straddled him...knees on either side of his chest, my cock already half-hard and hanging in front of his blindfolded face.

“C’mon,” I teased. “I’m here. Find my cock and you get to taste it.”

His lips parted instantly, tongue flicking out. He tilted his chin up, searching, sniffing like he could sense how close I was. I stayed just out of reach, laughing under my breath.

“Not fair,” he muttered, jaw moving blindly as he tried to follow the sound of my voice.

Then I slapped it against his cheek.

He flinched. “Shit.”

Another slap. Then nothing.

I watched him squirm under me, still trying, head moving side to side. His tongue brushed the base of my shaft but I pulled back quick, just to tease him.

He groaned. “Dude...”

“Patience, Nate.”

He huffed, then I saw his hand twitch. Reaching for the blindfold. Trying to peek.

“Oh no you don’t,” I said, grabbing both wrists and pressing them flat against the bed. “Nate, buddy. No cheating.”

I pinned them down, hovering over him again. “Hands stay where I put them. Got it?”

He nodded, breath already picking up.

“Good boy.”

Then I inched forward.

My cock brushed his lips just the tip. He moaned, lips parting.

“There it is,” I murmured, dragging it across his mouth slowly. “Open up.”

He did. I didn’t go deep. Just let him suck the tip, slow and sloppy, his tongue curling under the head. His mouth was hot. Eager.

I stayed like that for a moment, letting him taste me, letting the tension build. His fingers clenched the sheets. Every few seconds, I’d rock forward just a little, pressing more of my shaft into his mouth.

“Shit, you’re really into this, huh?”

He moaned, muffled.

“You like being blindfolded?”

He nodded.

“Feels good not knowing what I’m gonna do next?”

Another nod. Harder this time.

I shifted my weight, sliding my cock further in. His throat welcomed me, slower this time, more familiar. I still had both hands gripping his wrists, pinning him there, giving him no control.

“God, you’re filthy,” I whispered, hips starting to roll.

I fucked his mouth like that. Blindfold on. Hands pinned. My cock sliding in and out while he moaned and drooled and sucked like he wanted to prove something. Every thrust earned a new whimper from him, each one making my dick harder.

Then I slowed down.

Pulled back.

Watched him lick his lips, chasing the taste.

I leaned over and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck your throat again. But this time, you don’t get to stop me unless you really mean it.”

He swallowed. “Okay.”

“Same signal. Tap if it’s too much.”

“Okay.”

I let go of his wrists. Sat up on my knees again. And this time, I gripped his hair in both hands and started moving slow at first, then deeper. Watching the way his throat stretched, jaw open wide, tears starting to pool under the blindfold.

His mouth welcomed every inch. Gagged a little. Moaned anyway.

I groaned, fucking slow, deep thrusts down his throat. “You’re doing so fucking good.”

He whimpered, helpless and turned on. I felt his hips squirm beneath me, probably hard as fuck and aching with nothing to rub against.

“I could do this all night,” I muttered. “Just use you like this.”

His head bobbed with my rhythm. His lips tight, cheeks hollowed, drool soaking his chin. His whole body tense with pleasure he couldn’t do anything about.

I pulled out again slow, sticky, watching his spit cling to my shaft.

He gasped for breath, chest rising and falling fast.

Then he smiled.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “That was…”

“Hot?”

He nodded. “So fucking hot.”

Then he reached toward the nightstand, still blindfolded, and grabbed the handcuffs. “So,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips. “How are we gonna use these?”

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