cw for emotional manipulation - a character uses another's feelings about his masculinity to push him into having sex. thank you <3

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It’s so warm. I feel his cock stiffen up against my face almost immediately, pressed into my cheek. I asked for it but I’m still so surprised that it’s even happening. The briefs smell the same as the rest of him — strongly like weed and a lot like sweat. My dick is fully hard by now too.

“Go on then, sweetheart.”

I put my paws on his thighs and push a few inches off. My paws are ready but I can’t do anything but stare at his bulge in his briefs. I’ve never seen anything like this before. It’s long. Nice and long. His briefs are loose enough that his cock isn’t pinned to the side but it pushes out to the front where it naturally rests. I’m transfixed by the length but also the head of his penis, the way it creates a space in the fabric with no folds at all.

I glance up at Marty. He has a patient grin on his face. “A lot to take in, I know. Lemme help you out.” He grabs my right paw and pulls it forward onto his bulge. I grip the thing in my paw — familiar like my own, almost, familiar in the way that holding the stick shift of your car is, but still so new. I give it a good squeeze on impulse and he grins. “Just like that.” It throbs in my paw.

At this point, I can practically shake it out of his briefs with the way it’s positioned against the fly. Keeping the one paw where it is, I use the other paw to ever-so-carefully slide his cock right out of the fly.

It’s amazing. Like the big cocks in porn I try not to look at when I’m watching the girls get fucked. Not quite as girthy, maybe, but long, just like him. How does such a thin man have such a thick cock?

I push back in, his cock inches away from my muzzle. I tremble a little bit. A little dot of precum leaks out of the tip of his dick and presents itself to me perfectly, a little round sphere containing everything I’ve secretly been longing for. That’s about to be in my mouth. I take a deep breath to steady myself and go in.

“Goood,” he whispers. “I didn’t even have to ask.”

It’s salty. Warm and salty. I’ve tried sucking my own dick before, as I imagine every man has tried, but I’ve never quite gotten there. It’s such a strange taste, definitely not nice but I also don’t want to pull away. I run my tongue over the head of his dick a few times. Marty leans back and bites on his thumb.

I let it a little further into my mouth. I have to open wider than I expected, show all of my canines. It slides down my mouth until it hits the back of my throat, but at that point there are still a few more inches before I hit his pubes. I sit there and just feel it in my mouth, feel the absurdity of this situation.

I never thought I would suck a cock before. I never even thought about sucking cock before. That information he wrangled out of me about Randall was something I have never expressed in words before, never even fantasized about. It was deep down in my subconscious, something I thought when I looked at him and packed the fuck away for later. It didn’t mean anything at all. My buddy can have nice legs and I can want to hang out with him because he’s my best friend and it doesn’t mean anything at all. It doesn’t mean I’m gay, it doesn’t mean I want to fuck guys, it doesn’t mean nothing.

And now I’m sucking Marty’s cock.

I am pissed off. I’m a straight man and he’s using my deepest impulses against me to get off. His head is laid back on the back of the couch, his mouth open, not even looking at me. He doesn’t care what gives him head as long as he can cum in someone’s mouth.

I pull away and wipe my mouth off on my sleeve. Marty can see the anger on my face because he goes into damage control instantly, putting a paw on the back of my head.

“Hey hey hey, what’s going on?”

“You just want to get off.”

He rubs my nape with his thumb. He nods in agreement. “I do.”

“You just brought me up here to get off.”

“That’s not untrue.”

“What’s your fucking problem?”

“Hey, shhh. We agreed on this, didn’t we? Guys get horny, other guys help ‘em out. That’s all that’s happening here. I saw a horny guy and an opportunity to help him out. That’s all.”

“I’m not gay.”

“I never said you were gay. I’m not gay. We’re just having fun.”

I have no idea what to say to that, because he’s right. Nothing he said isn’t true, isn’t something we’ve already discussed. Pressed right up against this thing I have no idea how I feel about (figuratively and literally), I am so malleable.

Marty puts his paw on the back of my head and beckons me back in, not pushing but giving me a light tap I could easily get myself out of. I know I have to make a choice. I can walk away, pretend I never wanted anything to do with it and was manipulated into it, or I could give into this instinct in me and go for it.

I don’t push. I don’t fight. I let him push me right back into his cock, looking up at him all the while. He smiles once I make contact. “There you go, bud. That’s what you wanted, huh?”

I grip the base of his cock and start going down on him like how girls do in porn, like how I wished my ex-girlfriends would handle me. Quick but tight, nice and firm. It slides in and out of my mouth easily. Marty leans right back and enjoys it.

Then, I start licking right between the shaft in the base, since that’s what I always liked. Marty lets out a moan, then laughs a little. “You’re good at that. You sure you haven’t had any practice?”

“I’m just doing what I would want done to me.”

He smiles. “You’re a good one.” Then he pushes me right back onto his cock.

It’s so easy. I don’t know why my exes never understood this. I guess they don’t have dicks and don’t know how it feels to be given head, but clearly I understand the assignment. Marty tries to maintain his composure but I see his toes curling, his tail wagging back in forth. I start to go faster.

“Shit,” he moans. “I’m getting close. Keeeeep doing that.”

I do. I do exactly as he tells me to. He starts to focus in again, putting his paw back on my head and guiding my movements. I’ve most definitely done that before, had an exact way I needed my dick to be sucked to cum, so I just keep my head down and follow what he wants. Soon enough, he pushes my head down as far as he can get it and bucks his crotch forward.

“Fuuuuuck,” he grunts. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

His cum fills my mouth. First tickling my throat, then with nowhere to go moving forward to my tongue. It’s even more of an acerbic taste than his cock has, but with his paws on the back of my head I can’t do anything but swallow it. Some of it dribbles down my chin, a combination of spit and cum caking my neck, but most of it goes to my stomach.

I take a deep breath in through my nose as he keeps my head pushed in, letting the very last of his cum drip into me. I swallow that too.

Finally, he lets his grip go. He folds his arms behind his head and looks down at me satisfied. I pull off of his cock and look up at him.

“So?”

I just breathe. Breathe and stare up at him.

“I have to go.” I say, getting up. I don’t even know if it’s audible, if it wasn’t anything more than the vague movement of my mouth, but I don’t care. I have to get out of here.

He doesn’t move a bit as I stand up, just sits there in his post-orgasm glow. He lets me get to the exit of the attic without saying anything, but barks out once I’m about to step down.

“Sweetheart?”

I look back at him.
“You looked beautiful down there. Truly gorgeous.”