Bringing Him Back from the Dead (fm:oral sex, 1700 words)

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Making out in the back of his borrowed HHR... easy. Okay, it was still our first date, and I knew very little about him. His name was Chris, he was in my class at college, and he'd asked me out for a drink. I said yes, partly because he was cute, but mostly because I couldn't face another night alone with the room mate from hell. And when he offered to drive me home, I made it very clear that I wouldn't be asking him in. Room mates from hell have that effect.

But he was a good looker, a great kisser, and he wasn't the first guy to take my hand and rest it on the bulge in his trousers. The exciting bulge in his trousers, and yes, I was already debating maybe unzipping him a bit. Just to find out what it felt like without the denim wrapped around it.

He got there first, though, popping that top button, pulling down the zip, fishing it out of his boxers as well - and, just in case I didn't get the message, folding my fingers around him.

Okay, new territory but still familiar ground, in a way. A squeeze, a caress, a jerk or two (or three... I really wasn't counting) and then he broke the kiss we'd been locked into from the moment we'd clambered into the back, and his voice was barely more than a whisper.

"Put it in your mouth."

So I did. Eventually.

What did I know about sucking cock? Well, I knew that a few of my friends had done it, and I suspected a couple of others had, too, only they'd not got around to telling me. And I knew that, once past some initial reservations, most of them seemed to enjoy it.

Not all of the time. Brenda had us enraptured one night, spinning out the story of how Johnny had shot his load in her mouth, without a word of warning or even a gasp, and there was so much that she thought he was waterboarding her. So she choked, spluttered, raised both hands to her mouth and... let's just say it wasn't her finest hour.

She'd not spoken to him since, but it wasn't because of what he'd done., It was because of her reaction, and that's the trouble with watching porn with your boyfriend. Those girls do it with such grace and finesse. She'd done it with all the finesse of a stranded mudshark.

And, of course, that's the only picture I had in my mind as I arranged myself as comfortably as that back seat would allow, and took my first close-up look at an in-the-flesh dick.

It looked bigger than I was expecting... bigger than it had felt, too. Suddenly I was surprised that my little fist had even fit around it and I couldn't imagine my mouth being half as accommodating. Not without dislocating my jaw, anyway.

Even his foreskin... yes, I knew enough to recognize what that was... even that was thicker than I'd expected, clinging to the head of his cock even when I tugged the flesh back, and I wondered, was I expected to take that into my mouth as well? Or maybe I could pull it all the way down? I wondered if he had a preference, but how do you even phrase a question like that?

Especially when you glance up and see him watching so expectantly, so hungrily and... oh shit. So impatiently?

Holding him on one hand, the fingers of the other ran across the head of his cock. Sticky. Was he cumming already? Instinctively I moved my face back, watching and waiting for the shot, the flood, the eruption, but no. This was... something else? But not pee, I knew that. Odorless, clear - okay, here goes, eyes closed, tip of the tongue, a quick touch, and tasteless.

Tingly, though. Just a little. Not unpleasant. Not anything, really, beyond the voice in the back of my head, two voices in fact, one egging me on because - let's be truthful - I was on the very verge of fulfilling a fantasy that had kept me awake at night for years! And

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Twig writes Tue 17 Sep 2024 17:32:

Great story as usual Chrissie, I sent you a friend request on facebook, hope to hear from you soon!!!

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Lyn writes Wed 11 Sep 2024 23:09:

Love it

Lyn XXX

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