I imagine not much thought goes into a safe word but then do wonder if people do choose as carefully as me. If it's something completely bizarre, as it should be I suppose, it could make a weirder situation even more weird but if it's something common you could say it by mistake and spoil all the fun unwittingly.
I thought I'd conjured up a decent one but when you then hear that word in everyday use, in the cold light of day, the memories that it brings up can be even weirder.
When you are conversing in a polite conversation in work and someone says it, it can, for example, give you flash backs of when you were tied up being ravaged by two guys you'd met an hour ago, when this happens you know you're probably not living your purest life. You can't help but feel this is life's way of making you feel some sort of shame for your pleasures.
But more on that later, firstly I suppose I should elaborate on how I came to find myself in that situation barely 3 months after I'd even tried my first blow job.
It had taken me a while to pluck up the courage to try it, like it does any bi curious man. However once I'd tried it and processed it I knew this wasn't something I'd only do once. The thrill of being sneaky about meeting other men seemed to make me thirsty to do it even more.
I'd always wondered about being sub and found out that once I'd actually settled in after a couple of casual blowjobs it was something I definitely liked. Each encounter bringing me more out of my shell. Something a few random individuals could attest to.
I'd thought about a threesome long before I'd actually ever done anything with a guy and now I was experienced it was something that drew my curiosity more than ever.
It still felt like it was on high on my bucket list but something I didn't expect to happen soon until one crazy night where I got talking to a couple of guys through Reddit. Something I'd done plenty of times but when they turned out to be close by and I was at an unusual loose end that evening it peeked my curiosity even more. A huge bulge in my boxers testifying to what I thought of this.
They were staying about five miles from me and seemed quite confident with their adventures which made it even more alluring. You get used to people who want something off you being nice and agreeable but these two were different.
The one guy I spoke to most was very happy to tell me what I really needed and how I would love what I could give him. He wasn't pushy almost as if he knew what I wanted and therefore didn't have to sell it too hard.
The inevitably about how hot this felt left me nervously excited and both cautious at the same time. The next few conversations involved exactly how they'd satisfy me and how I needed to get down there now.
The natural hesitation made me quiet for a little while then I tried to dial down the tone and go back to asking about what they liked and what they'd done.
They went quiet for a few minutes as I felt maybe they'd thought I was wasting their time. A silence which if I'm honest made me want this even more. Did they know this? Were they treating me mean to keep me keen? If so, it was definitely working as the thought of servicing these two was keeping me rock hard.
A message popped up which was just a location, their precise location. Followed briefly by a picture of them both standing up naked from the viewpoint of lower down. Only their pants on with huge bulges in each. Obviously this was the view point they expected me to be looking at if I got my arse there.
