My Straight Friend Became My Dessert | E2

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

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I Knew What "Time for Ice Cream" Meant

The silence after sucking his fingers was thick like cream on his chest. Not heavy, more... intimate. Jax looked at me with a half-smile, there was something mischievous in his eyes, but also something completely soft. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, very slowly. He slipped his finger into his mouth and licked it theatrically. Or maybe completely serious.

"You know what would be perfect right now?" he asked calmly, as if he were talking about the weather.

I looked at him questioningly.

"Ice cream with strawberry sauce."

He paused, giving the thought a moment to grow.

I froze. For a second, I really thought he was talking about dessert. Something to eat. But then he smiled wider, tilting his head to the side.

"You know... my dick. Strawberry sauce."

It hit me right in the gut. Not just the words. The way he said them. The way he held my gaze, as if it were a game whose rules I knew but whose pace I didn't yet understand.

"Interesting," I said with a smile.

"In the bag. Take out the sauce."

I reached into the bag. I found a plastic bottle of sauce, red with a white cap. When I unscrewed it, the smell of strawberries hit me immediately, sweet and sticky.

When I looked back, Jax had already spread his legs wider. His cock was hard, thick, throbbing, and its tip glistened with precum. Still partially covered in cream, it looked like something I had created and was just waiting to be finished. Or perhaps destroyed. I didn't know myself.

I held the sauce in my hand, but I didn't move. Not yet. I wanted to remember this moment, his gaze, his body, and myself... on my knees, ready.

I was about to decorate my best friend like a dessert. And neither of us was pretending it was just a game.

Jax took the can of cream from me. He looked me in the eyes, then looked down at his hard cock. I could see him barely suppressing a smile, as if he was about to do something forbidden, yet absolutely deserved. He tilted the can and gently sprayed a white ring at the base. A thin line of cream wrapped around his member, sticking to the skin and gently flowing down his testicles.

I felt warmth in the back of my neck. It was obscenely beautiful.

When he put the can down, he looked at me from under his half-closed eyelids. Calmly, without a hint of shame.

"Now you. The topping."

The words were soft but quiet, like an invitation and a command in one. I took the bottle of strawberry sauce, still feeling the trace of its warmth under my fingers. I moved closer and knelt between his spread thighs. His cock was now the center of the scene, hard, heavy, taut. I could see it rise with each breath, the precum glistening on the tip, mixing with the cream.

I tilted the bottle.

Red sauce began to ooze from the thin opening, flowing in a thick thread along his vein. First from the base to the side, then a second line on the other side. One drop fell on his balls, then another. When I covered the tip, the sauce spilled softly, creating what looked like a perverse version of an ice cream cone. Red and white, pulsing, beautiful.

Jax watched everything with bated breath. His stomach twitched again and again, as if he were holding back any reaction. But I saw his fingers clench the edge of the couch. He knew he looked like a fantasy come true. And that was what turned him on.

When I moved back a little to look at the effect, I felt how hard my cock was. I could feel precum soaking through the fabric. But I couldn’t look away.

His penis looked like a work of art. And I was going to taste it.

I leaned in slowly. Not straight to his cock. Closer first. I wanted him to feel it, my breath, warm and moist, hitting his cock. Jax sucked in air sharply, as if surprised. His hips twitched, but he stopped himself. He wasn't leading. He was giving himself over.

I touched the base with my tongue. I gathered the glaze slowly, in a wide motion, feeling the taut skin and hardness pulsing beneath it. The sauce was sweet, sticky, but Jax's taste came through above everything else. His body responded immediately.

"Wow..." he whispered softly.

"Fuck... yes."

I moved my tongue higher. Once more. Then twice. I paused for a moment at the vein, running the tip of my tongue over it, as if testing the reaction. Jax moaned, low and drawn out. The hand he had resting on the couch slid limply to the side.

"Don't stop," he whispered. "You're doing it... perfectly."

I took him in my mouth for the first time. Just the tip. I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around the head, collecting the glaze, the cream, everything. I could hear his breath, broken, disjointed. I could feel his cock hardening even more, as if that were possible.

"Ohh Matt..." he whispered, surprised by his own voice.

I didn't answer. Instead, I took him deeper. Slowly. Millimeter by millimeter. My mouth was wet, warm, obedient. The sucking became rhythmic, not fast, not greedy. Controlled. Tender. My tongue worked at the base of the head, then on the sides, then back on the tip.

Jax moved his hips, completely reflexively.

"Fuck... yes..." he moaned. "That's how you do it..."

I listened to him. I adjusted to his reactions. To the pace of his breathing, to the tension in his thighs, to the way he trembled under my hands. I was focused only on him. On how he was losing himself more and more.

I kept him in my mouth longer than I planned. Deeper than I expected. I felt the weight of his cock on my tongue, the throbbing that betrayed every impulse, every wave of mounting tension. Jax was already breathing loudly.

"Matt… don’t stop," he whispered, almost pleadingly. "I... I'm about to... come."

I didn't stop. I sucked him harder, wrapping my hands around his thighs, steady, confident. As if I wanted to tell him with my body: I'm here. I'll take it. My tongue circled slowly, right where he reacted the strongest. I felt his hips tense violently, his whole body stiffen.

A shiver ran through him suddenly. Sharp. Uncontrollable.

Jax moaned louder, his head falling back, and in that same moment his body gave in. I felt the first wave of his release in my mouth, hot, thick, sweet with the glaze, mixed with his own taste. I didn’t pull away. I took everything, still sucking slowly, gently, as if this were the natural ending of the ritual.

Another pulse. One more. His breathing faltered, his hips trembled, and finally fell limply. Only then did I slow down. But I didn't pull away right away. I held him in my mouth for a moment longer, gently, until his body calmed down.

When I pulled back, Jax was staring at the ceiling. His eyes were wide open. Different from before. Empty and yet full of something new. Something he couldn't name.

He didn't say a word.

Neither did I.

I put the bottle of sauce on the table. I got up slowly. The silence between us was thick, but no longer tense. It was... meaningful. I could feel it in my chest, in my stomach, in the way he didn't look at me, yet I knew he could feel me.

Something had changed.

And we both knew it.

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