So I got my cock sucked for the first time by not just any guy, it was a schoolmate, a guy I consider a friend, for he knew me, and I knew him despite the time that elapsed since we last crossed paths.
"I liked it lot, and I want to do it again," Roger said after I came the first time, as he kept rubbing me to get me hard and an hour later I "blessed" his throat canal with another load.
Roger took that second load and now I looked at him, and perhaps other men differently as he'd done one of the most intimate things you could do to make a man feel good.
"I'd been wanting to do it for a time, but never had the right guy," he said as it was also his first time. "Guess you just fit the bill."
I might've had a hidden "urge" to touch, or be touched by another man, too, but never gave it second thought like Roger as it seemed to happy naturally that evening. To me, it was a lot for you to touch a man, to seduce him enough in making him come out of his clothes for you had to have a strong desire in doing so. You add on the accomplishment making that man climax, and not just climax, but truly feel his body shiver furiously twice, to where for a brief moment there's enamoration for what happened.
"I'll always be your cum slut, and don't you forget it," Roger said afterwards as even those words had me thinking I might've been addicted to him and now, I pondered how far I truly could go with him in bed.
I wanted to fuck Roger.
"You're asking a tall task there, big fella," he said when I called him, reaching out to him a couple months after he swallowed the goods. "It sounds tempting, but you're very well blessed and I'm not sure you could pay it forward with mercy."
It happened to be a Sunday when he was speaking like this as I couldn't help but laugh. I just figured since he was so orally inclined that he for sure felt that "bottoming" wasn't too far fetched.
"I'd take my time. I just want to see what ir feels like," I said while trying to coax him.
I was an ass man and Roger's big butt from what I could see seemed to be able to absorb an eight inch prick, and his big cheeks in my mind were the gateway to an even deeper hole, one that might've been ample to stretching.
"I can give you the ride you'll never forget," I told him. "Lets do this."
"We do it, we do it with a condom on. I don't want you coming in me," he said.
He was nervous and understandably so as he gave in a couple days later. It was warm outside as we were at my place in the early evening sipping bourbon, and listening to 80s rock at a low volume while sitting on the couch chatting.
"How'd you feel about Aerosmith back then," he asked me as "Walk This Way" happened to play.
That prompted me to laugh, for I had no particular feeling of the group, and my musical tastes varied wider than his, for I was also a fan of hip hop music. Plus I was a bit tipsy at this point.
"Can't get with the rhythm, can't get with the lyrics. Just wasn't my flavor," he said of hip hop music after he took his last sip.
We both were sitting on the couch fully with our shoes off, letting the bourbon cycle thru us as we were feeling each other out. I began to take my last gulp and would catch him at the corner of my eye crawling to my side of the couch, then placing his right hand on my inner, left thigh.
"I think I'm feeling it now," he said as his hand corraled my crotch.
"Feeling what," I asked as if I didn't know.
