He assures me that he won't make any moves. He just wants me to be comfortable and he wants to get out of his clothes. So alright, we head into the bedroom. He quickly removes his shirt and shorts - oh man, he's naked - and gets into bed. He makes some more small talk before asking what made me decide to meet him, and what it is that I wanted to do. I told him the truth, saying that I was curious and that I had wondered what it would be like to suck cock, but that I didn't think I could bring myself to actually do it. He said that was fine and that I could leave at any time. He also said I was free to touch and explore, I didn't necessarily have to use my mouth. He told me to go at my own pace, even if that meant not doing anything at all. I felt a wave of relief knowing that he was genuine. So I asked if he'd mind if I touched his penis. He shook his head. So I started poking and prodding it with my fingers...
It wasn't completely soft, but only partially erect, as if something had turned him on ever so slightly. So I tried to jerk it. At first with just 2 fingers holding it, then some more, after a minute I was stroking it with my hand. Still it wasn't erect. Even looking at him, it seemed like this was doing nothing for him. I felt bad. With girls I have a pretty good idea of what I'm doing and I'm good at it - with my tongue at least, I'm terrible at clit stimulation with my fingers. Still looking at him he says that I can lick it if I want to, that he's just had a shower and cleaned himself up. So I lick the head of his penis, trying to avoid getting any pre-cum on my tongue, I move to the shaft. Licking up and down a few times I notice that he's not groaning or moving, which means that I need to do more than lick. I go all the way with oral on girls and they love it, maybe I should do that here. So I put my mouth on it.
The head of his penis is in my mouth and I'm massaging it with my tongue. I've probably licked the pre-cum, but there's no discernible taste difference. It all just takes like skin. Penis skin. In my mouth. It's not bad, really. Not the best taste in the world, but nothing negative about it. So I get to working harder. Bobbing my head up and down, working my tongue up and down and around the shaft and head. That's when I hear a soft "ooh yeah" from behind me, a "yeah suck it" follows. It looks as though he's starting to enjoy it! Feeling pleased with myself I try even harder as I hear him behind. His moans and groans, his hip movements thrusting to match my head bobbing. Since putting his cock in my mouth I've stopped using my hands - I don't need them, I'm an oral expert - so away ago. Sucking frantically. Grabbing his cock only when I take it out of my mouth to lick it up and down. I'm trying my hardest, trying to take as much as I can. 8 inches. I try to deepthroat but my gag reflex is too strong. I hold my breath and go down as far as I can, his cock hitting the back of my throat, it feels like I couldn't breathe with it this deep even if I tried. But I try to fit as much as I can. Over and over again. He's still moaning and moving, but it hasn't intensified. I take it out of my mouth to give myself a breather and before I go back down on it he tells me to stop.
He tells me that I'm very good, but that it's extremely hard for him to get off on blowjobs. He asks if he can return the favour, but I respond asking if we can 69 instead. He's fine with the idea. I tell him to get on top of me, and he does so. Now I have his knees on either side of my head and his cock in my mouth. Even when on all fours the head of his cock stays in my mouth. He brings himself down, inserting his cock all the way to the back of my throat, partially obstructing my airways and he starts to undo my pants. I can tell he's not familiar with this position, he's not thrusting or moving, and seems unaware that it is hard for me to breathe. I'm enjoying it though, and I've found that turning my head to the side gives me space to breathe comfortably. So while he fiddles with my belt and zipper, I'm getting a deepthroat crashcourse. Then he starts to suck me off.
It's not the best BJ I've gotten, but he was better than me, and it was made more enjoyable by the fact that my mouth was pretty much locked onto his cock with no choice but to suck. I loved it. He had cream or something on his hands stroking my cock, then sucking on it while massaging my hole. I was in ecstasy. But with my mouth full I wasn't able to tell him I was about to cum, it didn't matter though. Once my body started to convulse he took his mouth off me and starting jerking it as I shot cum all over my stomach. Finally he got up, removing the cock that had been stuck in my mouth for what felt like eternity, and went to get a towel for me to clean myself. After wiping up I rolled over onto my stomach. He asked how I was feeling. I told him that was awesome, in my post-orgasmic daze. I had my eyes closed, laying there, relaxing. I heard a drawer open and close but didn't really think anything of it. Next thing I knew he had straddled my prone body. I never mentioned wanting to do anal. I didn't want to do anal. But I was scared and he had one hand pressing down on my back keeping me down as he ran his cock up and down my crack, teasing my hole. He penetrated me.
Now I could hear it. The moans and groans of real pleasure. All his weight was on my back. Keeping me down as he thrusted in and out. Each time with an "oh yeah" or "that's right". Strangely it didn't hurt, it wasn't painful, but at the same time it wasn't enjoyable for me. Between the moans he started to whisper things to me. Telling me that my mouth was good but that my ass was even better. How tight I was. How good it felt. How he could do this everyday. He kept thrusting. In and out. Offering to let me stay the night. Telling me that I could come visit anytime.
Then he came.
After his body stopped shuddering he pulled out and rolled over onto the other side of the bed and started removing the condom. That must've been what he grabbed from the drawer after I came. He asked how I was feeling. I was feeling weird and scared, but I told him that it was a bit painful - I lied. I said that it hurt and that it felt like I needed to go to the bathroom. He motioned towards the toilet door but I told him I had issues with public or other people's toilets - another lie. He said I was free to use his apartment's facilities but that I was fine to go home if I wanted. He didn't seem to mind so I got dressed and made my way to the door. He asked when I'd like to meet next and I told him that I'd have to see how work pans out because my hours are crazy and then there are the weekends - even more lies. I left.
We kept in contact for a little while after that. Eventually I used work as my excuse when I wouldn't respond to his messages. He was cool with all of this, never getting mad even though I had an excuse everytime he wanted me to come over again. I've stopped sending messages since then but every now and then I get a message from him.
"Can't wait to play again" with a picture of his hard cock attached.
I delete it every single time.
But I've started talking to another guy on that website.
To be continued...
