It happened! It totally, actually happened. I invited Mine and Dom over and Mine learned to suck dick.
I asked Dom ahead of time whether he’d wanna get right to it or have some small talk first (Mine is so cock-obsessed I’m sure he would have waited by the front door on his knees with his mouth open, but I wanted to make sure Dom was comfortable – he’s a friend, not a prop). Dom said small talk would be better for him, so that’s what we did: sat in the living room and talked. Dom is super friendly and chatty so it went fairly smoothly, even though Mine is shy and I’m awkward. Although of course there was an almost ominous shadow of anticipation hanging over all our interactions because we all knew what we were there for.
Dom had requested that I provide eye candy during the act (understandable, since he’s not actually into dudes) and as usual I couldn’t think of a graceful segue from small talk to sexytimes, so I excused myself to pee and, while in the bathroom, swapped out my boring everyday underthings for lingerie and then put my dress back on overtop. By complete luck, this dress has a zipper in back that goes really far down, so I can take it off downward (every other dress I own has to be pulled over my head).
So I walked back out of the bathroom with it covertly unzipped, made a bit more small talk, then pulled an “Oops, my dress fell off!”
Then I was like “Hey Dom, can we see your penis?”
Both boys immediately began stripping down, which I hadn’t been expecting. Both are straight-but-into-cock so I guess I assumed Mine would stay dressed and Dom would just unzip and take himself out. But hey, if they wanted to be naked, that was fine too (if slightly weird for me because Dom is a platonic friend of the non-naked kind). There was a methodical, almost dutiful quality to their undressing that struck me as somewhat unsexy. I hoped the evening would work out okay.
I reiterated that the idea of the evening was for Mine to learn to suck cock, so Dom should feel free to talk about exactly what he likes – which he did. One of the reasons I chose him for this mission is that he’s very talkative and articulate – not shy about expressing himself at all – so I knew he’d be better-than-average at giving fellatio lessons.
Mine knelt on the floor between Dom’s legs and took Dom’s cock in his mouth. I watched Mine’s face closely, trying to read whether that first moment lived up to his fantasies, but I couldn’t tell. It may be worth knowing that Mine was completely hard from the moment everyone got undressed, though.
Dom gave a brief overview of what he likes, cock-sucking-wise, and then reached out and began massaging my shoulders while receiving Mine’s oral attentions. I was all sore from work so the massage was more than welcome, and my moans seemed to get Dom going, so win-win.
I had thought that maybe in the heat of the moment I would become interested in engaging with Dom further, but nope – I’m just not attracted to him. He’s perfectly nice looking and I adore him as a friend and I enjoyed the touching and massages he gave me, but I had no wish for anything further. I caressed his torso sometimes (and, for a minute or two, the underside of his ball sac, to demonstrate what Mine might try doing) and sometimes we smiled at each other, but we did not kiss. I like that Dom didn’t ever try to escalate things, at least without asking. After a little while of massaging he asked “May I touch you a little more familiarly?” and I asked what he had in mind and he said he’d like to be able to touch my butt. I was good with that. But even though he was touching pretty much all of my exposed skin, he never assumed this meant it was game on for anything and everything.
For my part, I was very conscious of wanting to make sure everyone felt included. As much as Mine fantasizes about being used as a hole, I felt that he likely wouldn’t want me to totally act like he was just a cocksucking machine – plus this was his first time out and I felt moral support was called for. So I alternated between interacting with Dom and stroking Mine’s back and hair. After quite a long time of focusing ferociously sucking on Dom’s cock, Mine switched to jerking him off for a bit and we made eye contact for the first time since the naked stuff began. His expression was hard to describe…like we had a shared secret, kind of? An acknowledgement of our conceit that he was my property that I was lending out? I mouthed “good boy” and he smiled and mouthed back something I didn’t quite catch. It might have been “thank you.” I’m not good at lip reading.
Mine must have been flogging way for at least half an hour and Dom showed no signs of coming. I knew it was important to Mine to get the “reward” of a mouthful of semen for his efforts, but I didn’t wanna spook Dom by putting too much emphasis on it so as much as I wanted to say “Sooooo how are things coming along, there?” I did not. At one point I did ask Dom if he was getting overstimulated and maybe needed a break, though. He actually declined at the time, but maybe ten minutes later said that yeah, now he needed a bit of a rest.
Mine got up on the couch on the other side of me. “Cuddle pile!” Dom declared, and the two of them both petted me while I sprawled between and partially on them. It was quite lovely; I felt such affection for them both, and they both have lovely warm hands and are good at paying attention to responses and adjusting their techniques for maximum impact.
Dom intermittently jerked off during the snuggletouching, and eventually said “I’m ready for more if you’re up for it, Mine.” And can I just say I loved how courteous Dom was, calling Mine by name and asking for things politely and being patient with gaffes like Mine accidentally using too much teeth. At a few different points he even caressed Mine’s head during the fellatio, which was so hot I could’ve just about died.
Mine got back on his knees and went to work, and it took five or ten more minutes but Dom did finally announce (in a hilariously deadpan tone, given the circumstances) that he was coming. And then his matter-of-fact statement dissolved into moans, and Mine also moaned, hungrily, as he sucked and swallowed Dom’s load. Throughout the entire evening, I still hadn’t been completely sure whether Mine was enjoying cocksucking as much as he thought he would or if he’d just been going through the motions so as not to disappoint. Those moans were my first inkling that things were probably good. Then, having clambered back up on the couch again, Mine said to Dom, in sort of a stunned and grateful voice, “I would totally do that again if you ever wanted to” and that’s when I knew for sure.
The three of us sprawled on the couch and talked some more; I started jerking Mine off, figuring he probably needed it after his big fantasy coming true like that, but Dom’s and my small talk wasn’t of a sexy nature so it began to feel like a choice between the conversation and the hand job. I chose conversation so as not to make Dom feel excluded. Pretty soon after that he had to go – it was one in the morning by then and he has a day job.
Once MIne and I were alone, for the rest of our awake-time he periodically hugged me and thanked me for making this blowjob happen. He was just adorably beside himself with excitement.
For my part, I was so wired I didn’t feel sleepy – although I didn’t want to try for an orgasm to make me sleepy, either. For whatever reason, whenever I get into new sexual or kinky territory, my brain keeps me at one remove – I rarely feel turned on in the moment. Afterward, once I’ve processed a little, that’s when I’ll probably feel turned on and wank to the memories.
I had Mine massage my feet until I felt like maybe I could actually sleep. Then, in bed, I told Mine to jerk off to completion (not only had he lived his huge fantasy that day, we’re also practicing orgasm control so he hadn’t come at all in like a week – while knowing that this dick sucking day was fast approaching, and edging every day thinking about it. Poor boy must have been pretttttty backed up). As he touched himself, he asked “Do you want me to just come, or to eat it after?”
“You’ll be eating it,” I said. “…Unless you’d rather come on me and lick it off…”
It was dark in the room but I heard his breath hitch at the very idea. He enthusiastically agreed that he wanted to lick his come off me, and had me cuddle up to him until he said he was close – whereupon I rolled over and turned on the bedside lamp so he could Jackson Pollock my back. I love the feeling of a partner coming on me (Just not in my face or genital region…)…all those warm, slippery little spurts. When Mine told me he was coming, at first I felt just a light splatter and thought “Huh, that doesn’t seem like much.” But then suddenly there was a gallon more. Not splatters anymore. More like someone pouring warm liquid out of a pitcher. While gasping and moaning.
The gushing stopped and his sounds mostly died down, so I told him to clean up his mess…and he gasped “…I’m not done…” and apparently kept on orgasming for another five or ten seconds. So fucking hot. And then, yes, he bent and licked up as much as he could (some had run off the edge of my back onto the bed). He confirmed that he’d ejaculated a large amount – that hadn’t been my imagination.
And we slept.
And in the morning he was all puppy-wiggly and overjoyed again at having had his fantasy come true. And then he said “Hey, you know how you wanted me to be open with you about my emotions?”
“Yeah,” I said. I felt trepidation; I had told him to be transparent with me, so that I’d know if any problems came up. I wondered if he was having an issue with me.
But he told me he thought he was falling in love with me.
I wish I could’ve said it back. I did feel it, at one point; I’ve almost said “I love you” to him on several occasions. But lately I’m feeling all distant n shit, and I think it’s probably fear/self-preservation but I don’t know. What I said to him was “I…have been feeling some things, too. But I’m not ready to say the words. We’ll just…see how things go.” He seemed fine with this. Mostly I think he was just happy he didn’t scare me off. His “in love” speech had contained substantial amounts of “I know it’s really soon and I hope you don’t think I’m weird.”
I felt awful at how distant I was at that moment. He professes he loves me and I’m in a headspace where I practically wanna go “Atta boy!” and give him a jaunty punch in the arm. I mean it was hard for me to even manufacture a semblance of affection at that moment. I was a deer in headlights. And it’s so, so frustrating because he’s lovely and I did feel like I was falling for him before and how do I get back to that?
But literally thirty seconds after we kissed goodbye at my front door and he left, my stomach butterflies came back. I had a raucous urge to fling open the door and yell his name – make him come back to me, look into his eyes, and say “I love you.” But he was probably far-ish away by then and I was in a bathrobe and therefore in no position to give chase. Also I was afraid once I said it, my emotions would close down again and I’d be left wondering what I’d gotten myself into.
This lends credence to my “self preservation” theory, though: my feelings came back only when Mine was on his way out of the apartment, and therefore I was “safe.” I could have bared my heart and made myself vulnerable to him and then he’d be gone and I wouldn’t have to sit around with him right there owning a piece of me like that.
Jesus, I’m gun-shy. I wonder how I get past it?