My Story Part 3
The next day I walked home and remember thinking to myself what did I do. Am I gay or maybe I was supposed to be a woman. For the next few days it was all I thought about. I went over and over it in my mind trying to make sense of it. A few days later and I stayed the night again with my friend. Pretty much went the same as before. I pretty much felt from that second time that I didn't really care for him blowing me. I just wanted to try doing it to him again. I was a little more comfortable but it still was kind of weird. Same deal over the next few days. Just thought about how I was doing it and how to do it better next time. Ages days later and I was back over there. This time I just went straight for him. I was liking having him in my mouth. I wanted to do a good job and please him. I had gone over it in my head a hundred times. I just did what I had thought about. I could tell I was doing it right when he started moaning and saying things like yeah just like that. Keep going like that. It feels so good. I just got in a rhythm and slid up and down his shaft. All of a sudden he said I think I'm going to cum. I just kept sliding him in and out until he grabbed my head and stopped me. Then he let out a moan and his cock twitched and my mouth filled with his warm cum. I just tried not to let any spill out of my mouth and just let it slide down my throat. I felt I had accomplished the goal. He said man that was awesome. Felt really good him telling me that. I think I blew him another 6 or 7 times before the summer was up. At that point I felt like I was pretty good. I knew exactly what to do to get him off. I can't remember how it happened but one of the times I was with him in his truck at night. Not sure where my friend was. He pulled over in this dark lot and parked and I blew right there.
