Well it is something I have been fantasising about for far too long, a cock stiffening at the thought of what it can do to me, an appetite which, once aroused, will insist on satisfaction.
I suppose I have been waiting for somebody to realise that I am available, to take control and to enjoy himself with me without asking so I can retain the pretence of reluctance. But clearly I will have to seduce, to offer not just a passive mouth, but to entice and excite. And at the end my pride will be gone, the knowledge that it was I who offered this, who wanted this, who begged for it, as I watch you fasten your trousers casting hardly even a look of appreciation back at me. Of course I have been too easy to earn your respect.
Stiil, I do not think of myself as gay. Is that exciting to you? That it would be my first time, that I might be reluctant when the time comes, that you might be turning a straight male into one that will then be available to you when you wish?
You asked whether I would like to suck your cock. When I answered 'Yes, once I had learnt how to make it stiff', you asked how I would do that.
Well I would start will a few subtle and ambiguous touches, perhaps inadvertently brushing your crotch once or twice and giving you a glance to see the effect, demurely lowering my glance as you stared back at me. Then gradually my hand would linger longer until, at last, there was no doubting my availability to you.
Rather than rushing to take your prize, you might pretend indifference challenging me to earn your favour.
My fingers would begin to trace the slight lump in your trousers, circling it several times before delicately slipping into the fold of your flies searching for the top of the zipper. Slowly pulling the zip down, my smallest finger inside the growing opening teasing you as it goes. Then my hand feels inside, gauging the growing shape of your sexual arousal, perhaps another glance upwards silently seeking your approval, quickly lowered demurely in the face of your encouraging gaze.
