He came the next day.
As if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Justin entered the apartment with the same ease as always, but I could see the difference. His gaze was more attentive. More focused. As if he remembered exactly what had happened the day before and didn't want to forget it.
"So, test professor," he said with a smile. "Another sample today?"
I didn't answer right away. I just took the second lube out of the drawer and put it on the bed between us. A small, elegant bottle. Vanilla. Edible.
Justin picked it up, sniffed it, and snorted with laughter.
"It really smells like dessert."
He looked at me sideways.
"So, should I eat it off your finger or what?"
I moved closer. I sat lower so that he had to look down at me.
I smiled slowly.
"Actually... I have a better idea," I said calmly. "Give me your cock."
He froze.
For a brief moment, I saw pure shock in his eyes. Then uncertainty. And right after that... curiosity.
"You're not kidding," he muttered.
"No," I replied quietly. "It's a test. Taste, reactions, texture. Everything."
He stood there for a moment, as if weighing something in his mind. Then he sighed and shook his head.
"Okay..." he said. "Since I've already started, let's do it."
He took off his T-shirt, then his pants and boxers in one motion. No drama. No shame.
He sat down on the bed, leaning back with his hands behind him. Naked. Open. Clearly more relaxed than the day before.
His cock was already slowly reacting to the situation.
I looked at him for a moment longer, letting the tension build.
Because this was no longer just a test.
It was the moment when we both knew we were taking it a step further.
I unscrewed the bottle. The vanilla aroma was intense, sweet, almost dessert-like. It filled the room like the smell of freshly opened ice cream, with a hint of warmth and something... more carnal.
Justin watched as I squeezed a portion of gel onto my fingers.
"Fuck... it really smells like something I would eat," he muttered.
"That's good," I replied calmly. "Because you're about to feel something really good."
He pursed his lips but didn't reply. He was already lying half-upright, his legs spread wider than yesterday, his cock hardening faster, as if his body already knew what was about to happen.
I leaned down low.
I gently rubbed the gel into his cock. Starting at the base, with a steady, circular motion. The consistency was perfect, transparent, smooth, slightly sticky, but quickly melting into the skin.
Justin flinched when my fingers touched the head.
"Cool... but nice," he murmured.
I leaned over and ran my tongue over the tip. The taste was subtle, sweet, but not overpowering. Like warm vanilla melted on the body.
I licked it again, slower, wider, from bottom to top, until his breath caught.
"Okay..." he murmured, closing his eyes. "This is definitely better than the hand test."
He leaned harder on his elbows. His body was tense but not locked. He was breathing louder.
I began to lick him more thoroughly, first with the tip of my tongue, brushing his sensitive spots, then I wrapped my lips around his head and stayed there longer.
He moaned.
Not loudly, but deeply, as if something had just convinced him.
And I felt the same thing I felt yesterday:
This was no longer just an experiment.
It was consent. Devotion. And a taste of something that was just about to take off.
I didn't stop after the first lick.
On the contrary, that's when I really started to test it.
I took him into my mouth more fully, more deeply. The vanilla gel made everything slippery, smooth, almost limitless. My lips glided down without resistance, my tongue wrapping around him naturally, as if it knew exactly where to press.
Justin gasped sharply. His thighs tensed and clenched slightly, instinctively.
"Okay... fuck..." he muttered, quieter than before.
I sped up a little. Not violently, rhythmically. Deeply, but controlled. The gel allowed me to go further than usual, making the movement smooth.
I slid lower. Further.
I felt it hit the back of his throat. I breathed through my nose, focused, consistent. My tongue moved slowly, in circles, when I was deepest.
Justin moaned louder. His hips rose involuntarily and his hands dug into the mattress.
"I don't know what you're testing..." he whispered, his voice trembling. "But I think I'm addicted."
I looked at him for just a moment, without letting him out of my mouth. His eyes were misty, his lips parted, his body completely responsive to my every move.
I returned to a deep rhythm. I moved in and out slowly, consistently, letting the gel do its job. Vanilla mixed with the taste of his skin, warmth, tension.
My throat worked in sync with my mouth.
This was no longer a test.
It was a demonstration of possibilities.
And his body responded without hesitation.
I didn't slow down when I felt him start to tense up.
On the contrary, I deepened my movements.
My mouth worked evenly, my throat opening with each downward stroke, and the vanilla gel made everything smooth, fluid, almost effortless. I could feel his weight in my mouth, the pulsing becoming clearer, faster.
Justin was already breathing loudly. Short, broken breaths. His thighs tightened around my head, unconsciously, as if he wanted to keep me exactly where I was.
"Matt..." he whispered, and that one word sounded like a warning.
I didn't answer.
I went even deeper.
I felt the first strong pulse. Then another. The orgasm hit my mouth suddenly, intensely, warm, thick, with a distinct hint of vanilla that mixed with his taste in a way that was surprisingly… natural.
I didn't pull back.
I didn't take my mouth away.
I swallowed everything. Calmly. Consciously. To the end.
Only when his body began to relax did I slowly pull out, leaving him in silence for a moment.
Justin fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily. He looked at the ceiling, then at me. There was disbelief in his gaze, something between shock and delight.
"Fuck..." he finally said, shaking his head. "The taste. The intensity. That sucking..."
He swallowed.
"Vanilla. Eleven out of ten."
I smiled slowly, calmly.
Because I knew one thing:
This was no longer just a product test.
It was a test of limits.
And he had just passed it without hesitation.
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