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I Was Thinking…

19 Jul

Sounds dangerous, huh?  But I was thinking about something specific, something that, again, just popped into my head unbidden and I even had to ask myself why the thought appeared.

I was thinking of my ‘finest’ moments as a bi guy.  The topic popped into my head… then I started shifting through all my bi moments, looking for things that could or would make me pat myself on the back and give myself an attaboy.  There have been so many things, so many moments where I’ve been with men and have had some kind of sex with them… and the one thing that kept being highlighted was the first time I managed to deep-throat a cock without gagging (or throwing up on the guy).

I remember the moment, one of those chance meetings with a like-minded guy; we chose neutral territory – a motel – and started to get into it.  When he got undressed, he was hard and ready and, for some reason, I just knew I could suck him down to his pubic bone even though I also knew that it probably wasn’t going to be as easy as it looked.  I mean, the guys who had gone deep on me made it look easy – how hard could it be?

After showering together, we got onto the bed and got into the sideways 69 position and went to work on each other, first with light kisses on each other’s tools, then our tongues got into the action.  I sucked his knob into my mouth and ran my tongue along those wonderful ridges, delighting in the spongy feeling of his knob and smiling inwardly to taste the pre-cum that was already flowing from him.  On the other end, he was kinda duplicating my actions but I could tell he was a little nervous – I could feel his lips trembling on me but, hey, that was okay.

I don’t know how long I sucked on the head of his cock before something in my head said, “Do it now!”  I took a deep breath and just swooped down on his cock without really giving my gag reflex time to relax, concentrating on breathing only through my nose so that I could keep all of him in my mouth and throat; I had one hand cupping his sac and pressed upward on it gently as if I could get more of him into my mouth… if he had more, that is.

I had all seven inches of his dick; I could feel his knob pressing against the back of my throat; breathing was a real bitch and I could feel that sense of panic starting to rise in me as my body started to demand more air than I was giving it… but I was determined to hold him there for as long as I could; I was in control of myself and felt that I could hold him like that for as long as I wanted to.

And I would have, too, if he hadn’t shot his load.  I felt him swell and before I could back off, he was pretty much unloading his spunk directly down my throat without me having to actually swallow it.  Oh, I was deliriously happy with myself despite the part of my brain that’s always paying attention to shit telling me that it would have been embarrassing if I had drowned on his spunk.

When I did let him go and propped myself up on an elbow to look at him, he was looking at me as if I had grown a third eye or something even as he was trying to regain his composure; my own cock lay against my thigh, totally forgotten in his moment of ecstasy – and I was okay with that because I had deep-throated a man’s cock – finally!

“Jesus, where did you learn how to do that?” he asked when he could finally speak.

I just shrugged… because I learned it when I did it or perhaps I learned it through the power of positive thinking.  I did ask him if he was okay and he allowed that he would be in a moment and when he was, he went on to suck me off and I’d have to say that he did a decent job of it.  We kicked back to smoke and regroup and he was still looking at me strangely.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“I feel bad,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I couldn’t do to you what you did to me,” he said.

I was a little puzzled for a moment because I never saw myself as one of those guy who insisted on being taken deep and regardless if the person could do it or not.  After some more thought, I understood that he was upset because he probably didn’t know the trick of doing it… and I told him that he shouldn’t feel bad about that because it’s not an easy thing to do and that this was my first real attempt at it – and thanks to him, I actually pulled it off and in amazing style, too!

When round two started, I was all about getting more practice taking it deep and I pretty much drove him nuts by doing it quickly, then taking it really slow and just really fucking with his dick and setting in my mind that if I could do this to him, I could probably do it to a lot of guys.  I guess he was determined to figure it out – he tried to take me deep and almost threw up on me.

We ended our time together by fucking each other but, to me, busting a nut in his ass didn’t even come close to comparing with the thrill of deep-throating another guy for the first time.  The poor guy was so frazzled that he barely got the head into me before he creamed me; that made him even more upset than he was but for me, that was fine – I didn’t mind one bit because it still felt good to me.

The whole event flashed through my mind in a matter of seconds but hung around so I could share this with you.  I’ve done a lot of things with men but I still feel that this was my finest moment as a bi guy…

 
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Posted by on 19 July 2013 in Life, Living and Loving

 

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2 responses to “I Was Thinking…

  1. Pyx

    19 July 2013 at 20:01

    Very h-h-hot

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    • kdaddy23

      19 July 2013 at 20:02

      I was insufferably pleased with myself afterward! I’m glad you enjoyed this peek into my ‘sordid’ past!

      Like

       

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