Following my unexpected blow job in the seedy sex shop in Melbourne's Chinatown, I found myself catching up with Daniel frequently. Those encounters did not always result in my cock being throated to orgasm, but the experience was incredible when it happened. Often, we caught up for drinks after work and reviewed the events of the day before returning home.
The more I spent time with Daniel, the more I admired him; his manly physique, his rugged good looks, his intelligence and his desire to explore his bisexual fantasies. His wife was bisexual, and she had a small number of female partners that played together. Daniel had not yet told her about his desires or discrete real-life experiences with me.
One day, I decided that I would return the favour and give Daniel a blow job. I was out of practice, though, given that the last time I had a dick in my mouth was eight years ago. In preparation, I went back to the expert in such matters, amateur deep throat queen Heather Harmon. Her instructional videos, and sexual experiences with her husband, is some of the best oral porn on the internet.
Suitably re-educated by the gorgeous Mrs Harmon, I felt confident enough to bring Daniel oral pleasure and get him off. I also had a surprise in mind to heighten his orgasm that may help with his journey.
We agreed to meet at The Mitre Tavern in Melbourne's CBD after work for several pints. This watering hole has an old-world charm and is usually packed on Thursdays and Fridays and attracted the cream of the finance community. As Daniel and I were part of that community, we were among friends.
"Do you fancy some fun later?" Asked Daniel after returning from the bar with new drinks.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind," I replied but kept my intention for the evening quiet.
"It's been too long since I had your cock in my mouth."
"What, last Saturday was too long?" I laughed.
"I have a taste for cock now," Answered Daniel with a smile, "Specifically, yours."
"Well, you are a natural at getting me off," I complimented, "You should continue your exploration."
"I'm keen, of course," He said, "But I wouldn't know where to start."
"You have a vague idea about how male-on-male sex works?"
"Yes, but what I saw at the cinema didn't instil any confidence," Daniel replied, "And what I saw wasn't a turn on."
"Well, you know my thoughts about that," I said, wrinkling my nose in disgust.
"What do you think I should do next?" Asked Daniel, his curiosity piqued.
"You could let me suck your cock?"
Daniel did not immediately answer. Instead, his efficient brain processed the scenario, and I noticed the corners of his mouth turn upwards.
"But I thought you were a 'top'?" He asked eventually.
"I am, but that doesn't mean I can't switch it up for mutual pleasure."
"I haven't even thought about that," He said, "But the idea intrigues me."
"Same here," I admitted, "Besides, it's good to give back."
"The mere thought has got me hard."
Good job we were sitting at a table because I was growing uncomfortably hard too.
"Good because I want to see what you've got in your pants."
"I'm not as big as you," Daniel confessed as his cheeks turned slightly crimson.
"That doesn't matter in the slightest," I reassured him, "Some of my previous male partners were larger than me."
I went on to talk about my first male partner from my Uni days, whose cock was longer and thicker than mine, that my jaw frequently ached when I performed oral. In my experience, limited though it was, it was not size but how you used it.
"Did you take his cock up your arse?"
"I did, but I needed a lot of preparation and lubricant," I laughed as I recalled Lyndon's monster meat.
