Maybe it was over laundry. Or chores. Whatever it was, my girlfriend got mad at me, and off I went to the pub. That's how I met Rob. This tall blond stranger sat down next to me and started a conversation. His intentions were obvious, and bi-curious me was flattered by the attention.
We talked about my girlfriend, his childhood, and with more booze, the conversation quickly turned sexual.
"You look like someone who enjoys being with girls and guys," he half-yelled over the pub noise.
"How so?" I said, feigning surprise. "I've never even been with a guy."
Two seconds later, Rob put his hand on mine, looked into my eyes and said, "You know, there's a bunch of us boys and girls at my place having fun. Maybe, join us?"
My heart skipped a beat at his touch, but I soon found myself in the back seat of a cab, going back to his place.
At His Place
Unsurprisingly, there were no boys and girls. It was a bait I didn't mind taking. Rob took a quick shower, and appeared in a terry cloth robe. He handed me a towel, but I was too nervous to even look at him. With the booze wearing off, I took deep long breaths in the warm shower, trying to calm my nerves. What am I doing? I'm going to bed with a strange man, at his apartment. Finishing the shower, I wore the towel and stepped out into the bedroom, chilled by the 11pm winter. And there he was, sitting on the bed, already naked, waiting, and erect.
With barely any eye contact, I walked the two meters separating us, and started kissing down his neck and chest. I took a nipple into my mouth, and gave it a little bite. He sighed his approval. Despite my obvious arousal, I wasn't even hard. I felt awkward and confused. What is happening here? Is he going to fuck me? Should I fuck him?
Rob sensed my unease, and rolled me over onto my back, discarding the towel. He started kissing my mouth, and the sensation of having a stubble against my face was ticklish. I started to laugh, and my nerves eased. I dared myself to open my eyes, and met his gaze. His beautiful, grey eyes. There was no longer any doubt about roles. He owned me, and I was going to be his bitch. Slowly, his kisses made their way down my body, and I was beginning to relax. He was making his way down from my belly button, and... stopped. A long sigh escaped my mouth.
Getting up on his knees, he made his way towards the head of the bed straddling my body, his manhood staring me in the face. For the first time, I noticed his uncut penis. It was not thicker than mine, but a good few centimeters longer. I took it in my hand, and tentatively kissed the head. There is no going back. Opening my mouth, I slowly took the head in, savoring the taste and smell of my first cock. Emulating my girlfriend, I pulled the foreskin back with my lips, then started licking the bottom of the head. From the way he threw his head back, I knew I was doing a good job. I stuck my tongue out, trying to catch his balls, but they were completely out of reach.
"You're such a natural cocksucker," he said, pulling himself out of my mouth. Dragging me by my shoulders, Rob repositioned me so my head was hanging off the edge of the bed. Getting off the bed, he stood just above my head, and pinned my arms to the bed with his hands. Knowing my place, I opened my mouth and received his cock.
Gently, he pushed it all the way in, and bumped against the back of my mouth. As he pulled out, I tried adjusting my head to straighten out my throat. And on his fourth gentle push, I was rewarded with balls slapping on my eyelids.
