College was going to be a fun ride once Ryan and I discovered each other. After our very first sexual encounter things changed. Very quickly we were sharing a bed and at that early honeymoon stage class became a kind of torture. Toward the end of the day I would be bouncing my foot on the floor and trying not to think about what I wanted to do once we were back home. I kept up with my classes but it could be a real distraction. Particularly if I was listening to a rather dry lecture. I would start daydreaming and then I'd catch myself slipping into a fantasy and try to drag my brain back to the topic while telling my groin to slow down and wait until we got home.
It wasn't long before we started trying new things either. Normal sex was plenty of fun but I did have a few kinks screaming to be let out. I had more than a few fantasies of being tied down with Ryan free to do whatever he wanted to me. Ryan was quick to indulge and while he wasn't exactly turned on by bondage, he wasn't turned off either and he found it kind of fun to have me tied up naked and helpless. We started experimenting with various sexual games and playful teasing that could be done while I was in this predicament. Edging was the first technique we discovered in our sexual exploration and Ryan did find delight in working me up until I was right on the edge then leaving me teetering with no means for release. He would dangle me on that precipice for a maddening length of time before finally getting me off. We also experimented with spanking which he discovered he had quite a liking for. But one of my most memorable adventures during this exploration was the first time I performed oral sex.
I would first learn that oral sex was a thing and learn what exactly it was thanks to some White House shenanigans during the Clinton years. (I wonder how many of us got our worldly education that way :) ) When I first discovered what it involved I was absolutely repulsed by it. Even thinking about it would gross me out. That opinion hadn't changed much by college. I was learning and discovering new sexual delights but that was one I just had no interest in giving or getting. Ryan however was getting a growing fascination for it. And while he knew I really didn't like it - at least I thought I didn't, he really wanted me to give it a try. And he did manage to finally talk me into it by appealing to my love of trying intense new sexual experiments while tied up. He reasoned that if I could survive our experiments with me having my ass paddled red that this couldn't be that big of a mountain to climb.
So one evening after class I once again found myself being tied up spread eagle on the floor, naked and stretched out between the good anchor points we could find. I was a little scared about this, wondering how gross it would be, wondering if I could tolerate it. It was my first experience where dread was part of the mixture of feelings I was going through. Even the spanking didn't have dread in my anticipation. I looked up at Ryan, also in his birthday suit. He was as hot as could be and I quickly got an erection. He had a good one going too and that prickle of dread came again as I contemplated where it was going.
"You ready for this?" He asked. Part of me wanted to say no but part of me wanted to go ahead and try this adventure and that part won out. I nodded my head. "You look nervous."
"I am!" Ryan chuckled. He rubbed my stomach and teased my boner with a single finger. It stood at attention. Ryan leaned over me and took it into his mouth. I made a sharp inhalation. I felt the warm wetness wrap around my cock. Admittedly at first it was exactly as gross as I had imagined. The dampness made me want to cringe. But then I felt his tongue trace its way up my shaft and I gasped once again and even though it was still wet and gross it also felt really good and my erection swelled. He slipped my foreskin down and ran his tongue over the exposed head of my penis and that's when I almost leaped out of my skin. When he does this to me now that's it, I'm his. Back when I was eighteen and feeling it for the first time it was a mind blowing sensation and I figured out really quickly why something that seemed so gross could be such a popular move in lovemaking. Wow. Ryan slithered his tongue around my penis, working his head up and down in a slow rhythm and I was just in heaven. I couldn't imagine anything feeling so good.
Ryan lifted his head and looked over at me. "That really works, doesn't it?" He asked and I laughed and said yes. "Do a good job and you'll get some more." He rubbed my dick then started scooting forward. He got right up to my chest. I looked up and saw his cock now dangling over my face, looking quite a bit larger from my relative perspective. It was rather imposing. He shifted himself around, trying to find a comfortable stance for the both of us, and when he was ready, he pressed his cock to my lips. I felt a little surge of panic and for a few seconds I desperately wanted to be somewhere else. He nuzzled it to my lips and I really wanted to pull back. The idea of sucking him off was still unsettling and at the moment of truth I was having second thoughts again. But I managed to get control. Ryan was kind enough to sit there without any further goading and give me the time I needed to get used to this. And when I was ready, I opened my mouth.
