I’ve been in a relationship for a few years that’s technically been open for a while. My partner is more on the asexual side, and we haven’t had sex since before the pandemic. I love them just the same- if anything, we’ve gotten better at communicating our needs and boundaries.
Since I do have that high libido, we had a more thorough discussion of what being open means to us. I’ve stayed off of dating apps, but I was considering getting back into them. But there’s this old coworker. We had become friends quickly, but I left the job after a couple months. We stayed in contact, and I made it a priority to hang out with him despite our near-opposite schedules.
Oh, I should also mention that I haven’t dated men for a looong time. I had ID’d as a lesbian for 8 years give or take, and now am bisexual. Still figuring things out about where I stand with guys romantically, but I’m there sexually.
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So this guy, he’s several years older than me but approachable. We usually smoke at his place and put on a show or movie. It might’ve been the third time we hung out was when it was close to calling it a night, and while we flirted nothing had happened physically yet. We were both sitting in swivel chairs watching credits roll, and I turned and said that I wanted to kiss him. I scooted closer and leaned in. We made out with a specific energy, at least I did where it could maybe lead to something more. His chair squeaked as I pushed him back. I rubbed my hands along his thighs, never getting direct contact with his crotch. I bit his lip and he would text me later saying how much he liked that.
He slowed things down and suggested that I should be getting home since it was pretty late. I called an Uber and he walked me out. We hugged goodbye and I felt his semi press against me. That was enough for me, at least for now.
Fast forward a week or so, and we’d been sexting heavily at this point. We were cuddling watching a movie he put on and tbh I was only half paying attention. After the midway point we started kissing and I felt his dick through his sweatpants which was already rock hard. I got up and undressed to just my underwear. He kept his clothes on but took out his cock. I straddled him and l let my pussy rub against the head. Then I started to jerk him off for a bit before getting fully nude. I turned around because I knew he wanted to eat my ass (it was my first time, and it could’ve been his first just based on how gentle/timid he was?) There was a bit of sensory discomfort because of his scratchy beard but I was preoccupied. I grabbed his cock and pushed my lips over it. He’s maybe 5 inches, and pretty girthy. I swallowed more and more of him with each plunge. I did gag once or twice but I stayed at it, jerking him when I needed a quick breather.
His moans got breathier, and I clutched his thighs and ass while I went down on him with more intensity. Before I knew it I was tasting his cum and I could feel it dribbling down my chin. I finished by jerking him off hard and fast. He shot onto his belly, and I was about to lick some off his dick before he got up and grabbed a towel.
It was kind of amusing seeing him wipe himself still dressed head to toe. I wish he was naked too but he’s talked about body issues. I keep telling him that there’s nothing wrong with being fat, and literally all he has is a beer belly. I’m fat and have PCOS, so a full belly is something that I’ve made peace with.
I’ve given him head a couple more times (and enjoyed it) since, and I get that he’s spent afterwards but I want him to make me cum. I had to stop myself from being too direct and just saying “you don’t need a dick to make me orgasm.” Hopefully it’ll happen next time though.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ytj0zo/my_first_guy_in_years_27f34m_fwb