Chapter 1 - Part 5 -- My First Swingers Party
I looked round the table at everyone very nervously as Bob wiggled his cock even closer to my face, close enough that I could feel the heat of it. Everyone could all see I was unsure, so Sally, still dressed by the way, got up, walked over to me and knelt down next to my chair.
"Don't worry Jim. It's understandable. Some young guys react exactly the same. Cock sucking may seem so gay and offensive to them. It's like you are going to be made fun of."
I looked at her, frowned, then back at Bob's cock. She wasn't helping me take the leap, with THAT little talk. I looked round the table once more, just to get reassurance from the faces of everyone watching me.
"Well, you can be confident, that is not going to happen here," she continued, "This is what swinging is all about."
I looked back at the cock being presented to me. I had to admit that it looked quite impressive. I stared at it. Bob moved even closer to my face, so I could see the bulging vein, his crinkly foreskin bunched but open at the end of his cock. I wondered how heavy it must feel in someone's hand and only then noticed he was completely shaved.
Sally reached up to cup each of Bob's balls in both hands, then gently lowered them and let them hang again as she grasped his cock. She closed her fingers around it, but they only just touched as she gently lifted it and started showing it off to me from all angles. She pointed it at me and slowly pulled his foreskin back to show me his purple coloured cock head, which made him twitch and get harder.
She licked her forefinger, then stroked his rubbery looking cock head, leaving a wet trail from his pee hole to the ridge of his head. Then, pushing his now big and erect cock against his stomach, she stroked the large vein along the length to his balls.
Bob smiled but frowned as he looked down at me. I felt so strange, nervous, embarrassed but hot. I was being make to look at a naked, hard cock, up close and in detail. My mind was being overwhelmed. I heard a voice again telling me to suck it, but it felt wrong, naughty, dirty, gay.
I looked at his heavy balls. I then wondered, what they felt like, how heavy they were. As if she had read my mind, Sally touched them with her fingers, outlining each one, making me stare at their shape and size. I was totally mesmerised. It was like Sally was preparing me, getting me used to seeing Bob's cock up close, burning this moment into my mind, letting me study every centimetre of his manhood.
"It's not gay," she said again. "Girls aren't the only ones to suck a cock you know. Swingers like us, find cock as sexy as pussy and tits."
She smiled at me, wiggling Bob's cock in my face, then pulled his foreskin back once more. She took his cock head into her mouth and suckled on him for several minutes. She looked into my eyes, flicked her tongue around the ridges of his cock head, then once again sucked on him, showing me just how much she loved to nurse on it.