PART III:
“Do you want to suck my dick?”
I didn’t know what to say. I had certainly never been asked that before. Yeah, sure, I had thought about it, about sucking dick before, but not specifically Kyle’s dick. I really wasn’t expecting to be asked that tonight. Did I want to? I immediately knew the answer. With his cock hanging inches from my lips, every fiber of my body was screaming a resounding YES! FUCK YES!
I wanted to, yes, I knew that instantly, but would I? My mind was racing, yet again. A nagging part of my brain was holding me back. Was he serious? Was this actually happening? Was he fucking with me because I was so drunk? Was he just trying to mess with me because he caught on to what was going on with Ashley and I earlier? Was this all some elaborate prank?
Even if he was serious, there would surely be no coming back from this. Once I’ve sucked a dick I would be a cock sucker for the rest of my life. Would it make me gay? Was I gay? No, I knew I wasn’t gay – I was far to attracted to women to be gay. Maybe bi. Definitely something, just for wanting this so badly. What if someone found out? What would people think?
I’m sitting there contemplating the pros and cons of sucking this beautiful cock suspended in front of my face, with no concept of how much time is passing. I don’t know what to do, as my mind gets stuck in a feedback loop and I just sit there, mouth agape. Time stands still until Ashley leans in close to me, puts her lips softly against my ear and whispers:
“Do it. Suck his dick.”
I feel her breath as she speaks and a tingling rush of passion courses down my neck through the rest of my body. I start moving autonomously as I reach out and put my hand around the base of his shaft. I can feel his warmth and am surprised how soft it is in my hand. I know that I’ve taken a huge, life changing leap in mere seconds, yet I don’t even feel like I’m making a choice. I don’t feel in control of my own body.
His his dick pulses and gets slightly harder, still softer than I would have thought. I run my hand up the shaft, just lightly touching his dick, moving my fingers over the tip and back down the shaft. My hand is exploring his dick with a curious, hypnotic fixation. I’m transfixed. Ashley slides her hand up the back of my neck, rests on the back of my head and as she leans in closer I feel her lips touch my ear as she whispers:
“Go on. Suck his dick. You know you want to.”
I open my mouth as I look up at Kyle, my face asking permission to proceed. He smiles greedily and I move forward, accepting his cock into my mouth. I wrap my lips about the head and move my tongue along the bottom. I swirl my tongue around the tip and bob my head a little farther down. I start going back and forth in a slow rhythm, going a little deeper each time, drooling all over his cock. Ashley keeps her hand on the back of my head, but she isn’t pushing, just guiding me. I feel her reach under my towel and start caressing my raging erection and I let out a little moan that’s muffled by Kyle’s cock filling my mouth.
I eventually make my way down his cock to where my hand is resting, so I take my hand off and cup his balls as I keep sliding my face deeper and deeper down. My jaw is wide open as he fills my mouth, but I keep my lips sealed to shaft. I can hear him breathing heavily and it compels me to keep going. I taste a bit a salty precum and it makes me want to taste his cum, like I need to swallow every drop of his load.
I try to slide my mouth all the way to the base of his cock, but I start to feel the head hit the back of my throat and I know I won’t be able to make it all the way down. I go back to moving my tongue around the tip of the head and grab his dick with my hand again. I slide my hand down his shaft and spread my spit down to the base, lubing up the full length. I start bobbing my head up and down on his cock in sync with my hand. I start twisting my hand as it moves in rhythmically with my mouth and I bring my other hand up to cradle his balls at the same time. He lets out another moan and I feel my throat relax as I eagerly take him in even deeper than before.
Ashley pulls my towel open, leans down and just licks the head of my dick. I let out a louder moan with Kyles cock at the back of my throat, which makes him moan too. I feel Kyle put his hand on the back of my head and guide me to a faster rhythm and pushes me even deeper down onto his cock. I take my hand off his cock and place in on Ashley’s head and do the same to her as she starts bobbing further and further down on me.
My jaw starts getting sore so I take my mouth of Kyle’s dick and start jerking him with my left hand when I realize that the door is still wide open and we’re all completely exposed. I start panicking, worried that anyone could walk in and see me with a face full of dick. Part of me thinks that only makes it hotter and the other part is panicking. I look through the doorway behind Kyle and realize that I can clearly see Dylan’s face, passed out on the couch behind us. All he has to do is open his eyes.
What if he wakes up and see his girlfriend sucking my dick? What if he sees ME sucking dick? What is going on? What am I doing?
I instantly feel like I need to stop and leave immediately. I feel guilty, confused and very, very drunk. I’m making a mistake. My skin goes beat red and I realize this is all too much for me. I say I’m sorry a few times, stand up and close my towel, pick up my pants and leave the room without looking back. I hear Ashley ask me to wait, but I’m freaking out. I just keep repeating “I can’t do this, I can’t do this.” and I go straight downstairs to my room, close the door and collapse on the couch. The room is spinning and I can’t make sense out of what is going on.
This whole night has been so surreal and part of me just wants to wake up. I keep replaying the events over and over in my mind and my heart is pounding and my hard on is throbbing. I realize that I need to release if I want to avoid great pains the next day, so I open my towel and start jerking off, completely naked on the couch.
I’m thinking about how hot everything was and what an idiot I was for leaving. Every time I was enjoying myself I ran away. I should have just given in and enjoyed it. My cock becomes fully rigid and I know that I’m not far from cumming all over my stomach when the door opens.
The room is dark and the light from outside makes it impossible to see who it is at the door. I’m sure i’s either Kyle or Ashley, but can’t tell which one.
Who’s is it? Who do I want it to be?
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/44bffu/happy_new_years_the_true_story_of_my_reluctant