Chapter 13

• I paused long enough to kiss the head one more time, then took his cock into my mouth as deep as I could without gagging and began bobbing my head up and down slowly. All the while my tongue was running insanely wild, caressing the length of his hard-on as my mouth moved up and down. I felt his hand on my back, then it moved upwards over my neck to the back of my head. I thought for a moment he was either going to grab a fistful of my hair, or try jamming my head down on his cock. I hate both these things and have been known to use pressure from my teeth, threatening to bite down if someone tries to skull fuck me. When it comes to a blow job, I feel the one doing the sucking should be in charge. He fooled me however, merely running his hand through my hair tenderly, occasionally moving down to stroke my cheek. Then there was the throb as several healthy gobs of cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed quickly.
• I know a lot of women don’t like to swallow, but I never understood that. If you take the dick into your mouth, you might as well let him cum into it, and if he cums in your mouth you might as well swallow it; it only makes sense. I never got any great thrill out of it other than knowing most guys like it when you do, and since I‘m not going to blow someone unless I like him, why wouldn’t I make it as thrilling for him as I can?
• I sat up, then reached down for my drink. I swirled to first sip around in my mouth to rinse it out, then downed the rest in a large gulp. When I set the empty glass down, he reached over, placed his hand behind my neck and kissed me. It’s awesome when a guy will kiss you after you just got done blowing him, I was beginning to like him more and more. Letting him pick me up in the bar hadn’t been a mistake.