So one day, I met with a guy who was anxious to end his curiosity over what it would be like to get with another guy. He was really specific about how he wanted to go about this – let’s get together and masturbate together but that didn’t mean we’d jerk each other off. I was okay with this despite being a bit amused because as we sat and talked about this, he had a very serious look on his face that I just found kinda funny.
That he wanted to start with the smallest of baby steps made sense; too many guys wanna jump into the whole nine yards as a first time and most wind up regretting such a decision. Anyway, I assured him that nothing was going to happen other than he wanted to happen and I meant that; I’ve also heard of guys being told one thing, only to have something else happen and that’s kinda fucked up in my opinion.
So we go to his place and head straight to the bedroom where we both strip from the waist down; he puts some “regular” porn in the DVD and the stroking begins after the “usual” equipment compliments. I’m not really watching what’s on the screen because I’m watching him trying not to look at what I’m doing and, yeah, I’m amused (but not laughing) at his running commentary about what’s on the screen as he slowly strokes his dick.
He’s restless and, to me, his body language is saying that this isn’t quite working for him because despite the action on the screen, I’ve noticed that he keeps getting soft and hard again and a little voice in my head asked, “You know what he’s getting ready to ask you, right? Just wait a moment,,,”
Sure enough, he shifts his position so that he’s more or less facing me and asks, “Um, can I touch your cock?” – then adds, “If you wanna touch mine, that’ll be okay.” So now we’re massaging each other’s dicks, not really rushing but literally getting a feel for each other. I’m still watching him; he’s got his eyes locked on his hand around my dick and his eyes seem to be a bit… glazed and my little voice asks, “Care to guess what he’s gonna ask you now?”
As he tugs upward on me a fat drop pre-cum oozes out; he blinks, looks at me and asks, “What does that taste like? Would it be okay if I tasted it?” I tell him that it would be okay but he doesn’t have to if he really doesn’t want to. He thinks about it for a moment then leans over and uses his tongue to lap up that drop and the touch makes me shudder. He sits up and looks thoughtful as he processes what he’s tasting – then he nods as if saying to himself that it didn’t taste bad at all.
He then says, “Um, I think it’ll be okay if we, um, taste each other but, um, please don’t cum in my mouth, okay?” I told him that if I was going to cum, I’ll warn him so he can stop; he says that he’ll warn me as well but I just shrug and tell him that warning me isn’t necessary and assured him that I wouldn’t be offended if he did cum while I was, uh, tasting him.
That was agreeable to him so we stretch out side by side and start tasting each other and I’m doing my best not to just devour him as he kisses my dick, licks it, and experiments with taking my knob into his mouth and, yeah, I’m trying really hard not to cum because his “fumbling” around is really pushing me to my limits.
He stops what he’s doing and taps me to get my attention: “I’m going to cum!” I stop and say that it’s okay if he does, take off the kid gloves and suck him down to the bone and he cums as if he’s been saving it up for a few years. He’s cussing, moaning, and groaning as he spills into my mouth. He’s done and I kinda prop myself up to look at him as he gets his act together; I ask him if he’s okay and he nods and mumbles something.
“What’s he gonna do now?” the little voice asks and, honestly, I really couldn’t say; he could move away or totally freak out and since I know there’s no way of guessing, I do an internal shrug and just wait for him to do or say something. He blinks and shakes his head, shudders just a bit before looking at me with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face before clearing his throats and asking, “Should I finish tasting you?”
“If you want to but I’m probably gonna cum if you do,” I replied truthfully – I’m kinda proud of myself that I hadn’t lost it already. He’s thinking and I can see the gears turning – then he says that he wants to taste just a bit more and I should let him know when I’m about to cum so he can stop tasting me and I let him know that I will let him know in enough time to stop.
He’s starts, uh, tasting me again but with more purpose than before and I’m just about there so I tap him on the head and say, “I’m gonna cum!” but he’s not stopping; I gently grab his head to remove him but he slaps my hands away and I hold on long enough to issue a second warning that he studiously ignores… and I cum, my last “conscious” thought was, “Hey, I did warn him…”
We’re dressed now, sitting in his living room and he asks, “You knew I wasn’t going to just stop at us masturbating, didn’t you?”
I just nod and ask, “You knew that you weren’t going to be satisfied with just doing that, didn’t you?”
He laughs and nods; he says, “I really wanted to take those baby steps we talked about but, yeah, I guess I knew I wasn’t gonna leave it at that and I really didn’t want to.”
“I understand,” I said – because I really did understand. “So… now what? Has your curiosity been satisfied?”
He laughs again and says, “I’m not sure. Would it be a bad thing if, ah, I wanted to taste you again, you know, to be sure?”
“I would say it wouldn’t be… but that’s really for you to decide,” I answer just as the little voice in my head says, “You know what he’s gonna say next, don’t you?”
I did and I wasn’t the least bit disappointed when he said, “You know, we should give it another try before you leave, you know, just so I can be really sure…”