I guess I felt a little funny the next day. The nighttime skinny-dipping and my surrender to gay sex ran through my mind and into my dreams all night. I was still pondering it all in the morning.
Mike was the first man I had ever had sex with. His was the first cock I had put in my mouth. I found myself wondering just what this meant about me. Was I gay, or bi? I wasn't sure. I enjoyed fucking my girlfriend, but there was no denying I was definitely aroused by what had happened. I was amazingly turned-on while it happened, and even now I couldn't work up any regret. Confusion remained in my thoughts.
In the back of my mind, another issue was how submissive I had been in my encounter with Mike. I had knelt and sucked him off with great enthusiasm and swallowed his spunk gratefully. He never even offered to reciprocate, and it certainly didn't occur to me to ask him to. I had been curiously thrilled to hear myself admitting to him that I was "his little cocksucker". This seemed to have many further implications as well.
The next morning I had the day off. Around 9 in the morning I got a telephone call. I was surprised that it was Mike.
"I wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed last night." Mike said in his cheerful way.
"Me too." I shyly admitted.
"Got any plans for the day?" he asked.
"Nothing much. I was going to do some laundry. Not much else."
"Good. Want to come over to my house?" His voice took on a slightly different tone. "Susie is out-of-town." He left that information hanging in the air, with what it might imply.
"Sure. Why not?" I tried to keep the excitement out of my voice.
"Great. Be here in an hour." He stated that as more of an order than a request. "Oh. Better bring what stuff you need to stay overnight."
When I heard that, I felt a strange erotic tingle. I don't know if I was more interested by the sexual possibilities, or the way Mike just took it for granted that I would comply with his orders.
In just under the required hour I was at Mike's door. He answered the door with a huge grin, and a twinkle in his devious blue eyes. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, tight jeans, and barefoot. Even barefoot he stood easily six inches taller than me. The snug clothes only emphasized his long rangy physique, topped by his mop of thick black hair.
I stepped inside the doorway with my gym bag carrying a change of clothes and a few toiletries. Mike took the bag from me without saying a word. He reached over and set it on the floor. Turning back, he took my head in both his hands and planted a huge wet kiss on my lips. My eyes got wide in surprise. (Why I was surprised I'm not sure, given our antics the previous night.) I drew a breath and he started a deep wet kiss, feeding me his long and agile tongue.
I enjoyed the hell out of this, kissing him back. He pulled me into his embrace and his big strong hands began to roam all over me as we fell deeper into an almost unending kiss. I felt like I was melting into him, and this time I didn't have the excuse of being stoned, like last night. I was intoxicated, but it was by the sheer eroticism of the experience.
Mike left arm wrapped around me possessively and pulled me into him even more strongly. His hand gripped my ass cheek and kneaded it with passion. He whispered in my ear, "Tell me what you are again, babygirl…"
I looked him in the eye and smiled. There was no doubt in my mind.
"Mike, I'm your little cocksucker." I looked down, feeling a strangely demur.
"That's right, babygirl." Mike grinned. "You are my own little cocksucking bitch, aren't you?" I nodded. He kissed me deeply and fed me his tongue. I moaned in pleasure
Still kissing me and stroking my hair, Mike walked me over to the living room couch. His big hand kept gripping my rear end.
"Now I want you to prove what you are, baby." He released me and sat down on the couch.
"Strip for me, Gary." Mike ordered.
I felt a little awkward, but I was quite excited as well, so I pulled off my shirt, shoes and socks, and then my pants. I was only in my snug black briefs, when Mike said, "Hold it right there. Pose a little for me, like a good girl who wants to turn on her man…"
So I struck a couple of model-type poses, coyly turning away and jutting out my ass, putting my hands across my chest like I had boobs to hide and lifting my left leg to conceal my hardening cock in the tight briefs. Of course it was silly. One part of me felt very foolish, but I have to admit that another part of me was intensely aroused. That part of me must have been connected to my cock, which was getting very hard.
Mike watched my gyrations and posing with his typical grin. I could see that he had a big hard-on in his snug black jeans. Somehow that spurred on my lewd behavior as I faced away from him and mimed being mounted from behind while I stroked my ass through the snug briefs.
After several minutes of my performing these antics, Mike stood up. He gestured me to come to him. As I stepped to his side he leaned in and kissed me while he gently tickled my bare nipples. They were quite erect. Then he ran an index finger along the length of my stiff rod that was tenting out my briefs.
"Take those underpants off." He said authoritatively. I lowered the briefs and stepped out of them, wondering what was in store.
Mike reached and took my wrist in his hand. Without saying anything, he started walking to the rear of the house, bringing me with him, my cock bobbing in the air. We went down the hall, and into the bathroom.
"Fill the tub." He said to me. So I started running water and fiddled with the plug. As the tub began filling he pointed at it and told me, "Get in."
I was surprised at this but I did what he ordered. As I was settling into the very hot water, Mike reached into a cupboard and pulled out a box of some sort of bath salts, which he poured in the water.
"First, soak for a while." He said as he reached over and turned on a radio on the counter. Soft jazz music filled the room. "Then I want you to shave everything smooth below your eyebrows." He laid a pink razor and a can of shaving cream on the edge of the tub. He leaned in and kissed me deeply for a few moments. Then he left the bathroom.
I was trying to process this turn of events as I lay back and felt the hot water relax my muscles. I guess I could see where this was going, but frankly it excited me more than upset me. Somehow it seemed perfectly reasonable that my man (my man!!) would require me to demonstrate that I was his little babygirl, as he enjoyed calling me. I suppose it should have distressed or humiliated me, but as I relaxed in the water and soothing lavender smelling bath oil it seemed perfectly appropriate.
After fifteen minutes of soaking I started the shaving process. I am a very fair redhead without much body hair, and what there is of it is rather fine. I actually enjoyed the novel experience of shaving my legs, arms, and underarms clean and smooth. It was trickier to shave my pubes, genitals, and butt crack. There wasn't much hair on my chest and it came off quickly. I shaved my face last. It was baby smooth.