My apologies I haven’t written in a while. I am indeed a real attorney which unfortunately gets in the way of my online sex life (and IRL but that’s a different story).
Anyway, I’d like to take a break from my regular storytelling to talk about a subject that’s very dear to me: sucking dick. I have an intricate history with this experience that I feel is worthy of its own post.Why do I love sucking dick? Because I’m fucking great at it. I realize everyone THINKS they’re great at head, but there are reasons I hold this special talent which I promise is about to become clear.
I grew up very religious and convinced myself that while my soul would be damned if I fucked before marriage, head was a righteous loophole. My first boyfriend and I started dating when I was fourteen and for four straight years partook in this practice without actual penetration…. Because God. I don’t want to get too much into underage shenanigans, but we did this several times a week so you can do the math of how much practice I had by the time I turned eighteen and we went our separate ways.
It took me a while after our breakup to want to fool around again, but I finally decided I needed to end my streak of oral celibacy. I have a high sex drive and was going crazy without my regular fix. I went to a frat party with a group of girls and started flirting with a guy I had been curious about for a while. I not-so-subtly asked to see his bedroom and he had me pinned against the wall moments after the door closed. We collapsed onto his couch and I let him grind into me for a while as I started pulling off our clothing. I told him I didn’t want to have sex which he was cool with, but he got a little weird when I asked if I could go down on him. He confessed he had never been able to come that way, and I honestly got so intimidated I almost didn’t go through with it. We both agreed to lower expectations so I got on my knees and went to town.
Everyone has their own methods, but I’ve found the best way to give head is to start almost agonizingly slow. I usually like to just roll my tongue up and down a few times with nice long licks before going all in. Even then, I like to start at the top and gradually, ever so slowly, working my way down. I start singing a song in my head to keep consistent rhythm as I work my way deeper… and boy can I go deep. However, that doesn’t happen until several minutes in because I really like to take my time before I go full deep-throat.
Anway, after letting this dude slide all the way down my throat twice, he announced with a gasp that he was close to finishing and asked what he should do. I was so inexperienced that I was genuinely confused by his question so I think I just gave him a little shrug. He looked at me in panic as he asked, “but where do you want me to come?” That’s when I got it. I very briefly took him out of my mouth to explain I don’t mind swallowing. I have seen many happy men in my life, but the look of pure joy on that man’s face as he came in my mouth is a moment I will never forget.
Sidenote: yes, I swallow. Everyone has their preference and no shame either way. For me, I really like the act of completion. It’s a weird mix of control of degradation, so it’s actually my favorite part of the act… I do enjoy cum on my face on occasion though, but that’s a different blog.Anyway, this guy looks at me with genuine disbelief and tells me I have a gift. I’m not sure I even believed him then due to lack of experience, but it was nice to be appreciated.
Fast forward a couple of years. I’m still pretty naive, but three different men at that point have told me I was the best head they ever had so I was starting to gain some confidence in it. Coincidentally, I was also developing a weird crush on my professor at the time (yes, I am that cliche) which was quickly turning into an obsession. I started finding excuses to come into his office to the point that my visits became daily. We both went to the same restaurant for live music every Thursday and would subtly flirt through the performance. He fucked up one night and kissed me outside the restaurant after he had had one too many glasses of wine, but explained that he couldn’t risk his job and that we needed to go back to a more professional relationship. I did not like that.
Anyway, I happened to be the president of the student club that was under his department so I was invited to their big banquet at the end of the semester. I asked a friend to join me because I knew it would be boring, but incidentally picked the most attractive of my male friends as a date. Wouldn’t you know it? I was sitting at Professor’s table.
Halfway through dinner, Professor realizes date actually isn’t an idiot. He was pre-med and a genuinely interesting person, which really starts pissing Professor off, especially when several people who stop by our table ask if he’s my boyfriend. Professor grows increasingly agitated and starts trying to catch my eye. After several minutes of ignoring me, he motions for us to leave so I shrug and announce my temporary departure. Minutes later he joins me in the hall and immediately drags me into an empty lecture hall and goes off about how I’m trying to make him jealous.
About a minute into what was becoming one of his more interesting lectures, we hear the door swing open at the front of the classroom and both dive under tables at the back. The fucking department head who was writing my law school recommendation and was Professor’s boss came in with another admin and started talking about politics within the department. My professor motions for me to be quiet and I just give him a smile.With us both laying on the floor of the classroom where he once told me my essay topic was derivative, I started working my hand down towards his crotch. He stopped me and his eyes got huge as he gave a single shake of his head and mouthed “no.” I wait a few minutes, a little disappointed, until he sighed and finally put my hand back and tried to suppress a groan as I rub back and forth. Meanwhile, Department Head is still chatting about tenured positions and problematic students. To be honest, I might have been interested in the gossip if other things weren’t on my brain.
Finally, I unbuckle his pants and lower my head. He stops me, pulls my face to his, and in a whisper asks if I had done this before. It was hard not to give a little snort as I just smiled and lowered my head to take him in my mouth.
So I never realized how much noise comes with sucking dick until you’re force to do it in silence. This required very, very slow movements up and down so our unwelcomed guests wouldn’t hear a rustle. This was also driving Professor crazy as he grabbed the back of my head and started pushing me deeper into him, slowly controlling my movements so that he wouldn’t lose control and accidentally cry out. I fucking loved being at his mercy and moved my hands down to pull my dress up so I could touch myself as I finished him off. This invoked a small gasp from him as he tried to suppress a shudder. I swear for half a moment Department Head stopped talking, but quickly resumed his rant about grading structures.
Professor was literally shaking as he laid his head back and continued to move my head up and down. I let my tongue swirl around him a few times before sliding him all the way down my throat. Professor tapped me on the shoulder which I took to mean he was close, so I went as deep as I could go and held him in the back of my throat for a few moments as I felt his body convulse. I let some of his cum purposefully drip onto my dress, and later returned to the table with a stain that was just ever so slightly noticeable. I caught him staring at it several times as the dinner commenced.
Alright I’ve gone back and forth what my final dick sucking story should be. I might have to write a part 2. I have a lot of great ones, but I suppose my favorite has to be the time my girlfriend made me get my boyfriend off [I have the full story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p3emji/my_exgirlfriend_made_me_get_my_boyfriend_off_mff/) if you’re interested].
So yes, I am the bisexual cliche who had a threesome with my then-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend. It was my birthday… and one of the more interesting parties I’ve attended.My girlfriend was not into men and extremely dominant so I wasn’t sure how this was going to work out. However, I soon learned she was cool with almost any form of sexual activity so long as it involved some level of my degradation and her control.
So we were all just kind of fooling around when she started giving me orders. She told me she wanted to see me suck him off and I happily complied. I pulled his pants down and put my mouth around him only to feel the back of her hand reach for my ponytail and slam me down onto him so hard I almost choked. She pulled me back and let me get air before slamming me down again. She started gently then, moving my head up and down as I watched my boyfriend squirm above me. He apparently didn’t mind her taking control as he started begging for us not to stop. She told him to come in my mouth and within seconds I felt him explode. This one was always interesting to me because it was definitely not my usual slow buildup and resulted in a quicker finish line… then again he had two naked women in front of him which might have contributed to the quick finish.
Anyway kids. Moral of the story? Date formerly religious girls. We get real creative in bed.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qazmxz/the_art_of_sucking_dick_fm_ffm
When you started giving head; did you swallow right from the beginning or was it something you had to work up to?