Oral sex between a man and a woman is incredibly different, for obvious reasons. But, like everything with a woman, there's an art to orally pleasuring them. Your tongue glides along their lips while you wait for the sounds to pour down from their mouths on where to stop and where to keep going. Your tongue is a paint brush, flicking along the edges of a canvas soaked with paint. Brushing out the edges until a finer picture presents itself, and then you stroke and spread and put the heavy work in to form the subject of your painting.
When orally pleasing a man there isn't a lot to getting it right. All you need is a warm mouth, as little teeth interference as possible, and eagerness. I provided only one of these the first time I had another man's cock in my mouth.
Aaron had finally weakened my resolve. I was adamant that I was not going to trade free rent for blowjobs, but the weight of the situation was too much. His constant suggestions piled on top of the threat of being thrown out by an overbearing, physical landlord. The hassle of finding a new place to live in a climate that was already stretched thin. Trying to find a new job after being let go by my previous one. It was all so much that taking the easy route and letting a man, my roommate, slide his cock into my mouth for money seemed like it wasn't that big of a deal.
"There you go. All you gotta do is sit there and take it the first time. Just let me show you how I like it."
I should have told him I didn't want to hear him talking. I don't want the awful porn dialogue that went along with blowjobs. All I wanted was it to be silent, or extremely loud with music so I couldn't even hear myself think. Anything to keep my mind off of what was happening.
Aaron was right though. The experience wasn't what I thought it would be. In reality, the idea of letting another man put his cock in my mouth was revolting. I thought the second it came close to me I'd gag and spit and cough and tell him I couldn't do it. Instead he put it to my lips and I felt the tip of his cock press firm against me, my mouth not open wide and my face was screwed up sour.
"There you go," was all he said as he pushed past my lips, spreading them apart. I didn't flinch, just twisted my face further expecting the taste of his cock to turn me off and end this all. My mouth opened around his meaty flesh, I could feel the shaft push into my mouth and rest on my tongue. All I could do was make a disapproving, gentle gag even though he wasn't even half way in at that point.
My mind wouldn't shut off, even if it was desperately all I wanted it to do. The thoughts ran through my head.
Should I actually suck? Is that what's supposed to happen?
Is it alright if I don't move?
He better not start moaning.
Oh my god, how far into my mouth is he going to go?
Oh my god! Is he going to cum in my mouth?
The last thought terrified me. I didn't set any ground rules on the actual act of him putting his cock in my mouth. What if he came? I sure as fuck wasn't going to swallow it. What if he pulled back and came all over my face? I might fucking die.
I was conflicted though. If I pulled back and stopped it I would have to go through the experience of him putting it back in my mouth, rather than being almost finished. It was probably easier if I just let him continue than stop the whole thing to have a discussion about it.
