Hi community. I debated weather or not to post this here because it's...not explicit at all, kind of short, and a niche kink. Decided to post it because well, I found it hot, and so maybe other people here find it hot too.

Happy to continue it if people have interest!

It had been a mutual decision for Natalie and Scott to "stay friends" after their breakup. All of Scott's friends had insisted that it was a dumb idea, that he had to "move on"...but Scott couldn't really help it. He loved Nat, and while it was true that they just didn't work as a couple (her words)...he just couldn't fathom the idea of not being in her life.

So he had agreed to stay friends.

"Think about it" she had said. "We like, trust each other. We know all our secrets. It's like having a friend you can tell anything to."

"Yeah" he had answered, forcing a smile behind a clenched jaw. "Really great."

For some reason though, most of the time Nat texted him to ask for advice had to do with boys. Her dates. Her seemingly futile attempts of finding a suitable guy on any of the three apps she was on.

"Uh, Nat, can I ask you a question?" Scott had dared to ask her one day. "Why do we always talk about boys and stuff? Like, whenever you ask for advice it's never about work or anything it's always... other guys."

"Because I trust you!" she had said. "I can't talk about this stuff with anyone else! We have a special kind of relationship!"

"Right" he'd answered. "A special kind of relationship."

And Scott always obliged her whenever Nat messaged him about a guy for advice, or to complain about a bad date, or to get "a dude's perspective." He got insanely jealous, but he hid it. He was afraid that if he acted out and told her it was not ok, that she'd...stop messaging him. That he'd lose her. No matter what, he needed to be in her life.

Scott was at his desk one afternoon, working from home, alone (as usual). A messaged popped up on his screen.

From: Nat
"Sooooo that date last night actually went ok. I think I like this one 😍"

Right. Nat had found some guy and gone on a first date. Scott felt like someone punched him on the sternum.

From: Scott
"Great! What did you guys do?"

From: Nat
"Went to dinner at that place you had suggested a few months ago, where I took the greek guy. It was good"

From: Scott
"Great! Think You'll see him again?"

From: Nat
"I hope so! Actually, I wanted to ask you for some advice on a thing."

Oh god. Scott stopped breathing.

From: Scott
"Sure, what."

From: Nat
"Like... I like this one. I want to make an impression on him next time we meet."

From: Scott
"Impression? What do you mean?"

From: Nat
"You know... like... in bed."

Scott swallowed. He was dizzy. He hadn't taken a breath since the conversation took this turn.

From: Scott
"Ummm... sure, I'll help. Like, what have you guys done?"

From: Nat
"We made out. But...I think maybe next time I want to give him a bj?"

Then something happened that had only happened once or twice before. Something Scott considered...insanely shameful. He couldn't believe he was doing this.

He unzipped.

He took his cock out.

He spit on his hand.

He started to jerk off slowly, staring at the iMessage bubbles.

He typed with one hand.

From: Scott
"Wow. I mean, I'm sure he'll love that. That will make an impression for sure"

From: Nat
"lolololol. I mean, I want to do something special. Blow his mind, you know? I think I kinda wanna slut it up with him maybe?"

Scott jerked.

From: Nat
"You don't mind me saying this, do you?"

From: Scott
"No no it's fine. Ummm... maybe you could.... ask for a facial? Like, say it. Ask for it? I'm sure he'd love that."

From: Nat
"Wow, that's bad. I'll think about it. 😉. Thanks for the tip sweetheart"

And Scott imagined Natalie on her knees, in some sundress, going to a guy's place after a second date. A bit tipsy, sucking the guy's dick. Looking up at her date, and saying "I want you to cum on my face."

He thought about what the guy would think. He thought about how the guy would feel. He thought about what he'd think of Nat.

Scott jizzed all over his hand.