He said we’d be sitting shortly, and moved to the other corner away from the door and told me to follow him.He told me to get on my knees, which I d...d but apparently not far down enough as he told me to get all the way down. He then unzipped his pants and out sprung a cock that was about 7 inches and nicely thick. He grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and forced me to look up at him, smiled, and moved his dick to right in front of my face and told me to kiss it. I moved forward just. Then if you're like most people, it must have something to do with sex." Yeah. That's why I have a hard time telling you about them." What is the worst thing that happens to you if you tell me?" I don't know. I guess I would be embarrassed. These things are pretty personal and I'm not accustomed to sharing my personal experiences with other people, especially men." Which is worse, being a little embarrassed or not knowing why you are having these experiences?" I've got to find out the story. I want my lips to slowly make their way down your shaft and meet the skin at your base while the head of you throbs at the back of my throat. Sometimes you let me taste the beads of your precum on the tip of my tongue. It’s salty, but not too salty. It drives me wild and I pump you a little faster with my mouth. I feel myself getting wet down south. You moan a little and tell me how much you love what I am doing. Truly I love what I am doing to you. Sometimes, I think of how I would love to be. It turns out blowjob-movies are a much better instruction for real life than handjob-movies, as from that first time on I’ve never had anything but compliments for my… eh… prowess. Before long B was letting out low moans, which I noted with great pleasure.This time I had no problem getting wet. Instead the problem was undoing my pants with one hand while still focusing on my first blowjob :P B noticed me fumbling around, and suggested swapping places. I was actually quite enjoying myself in.