Not then! I have never been a bold person, but desperation causes some people to do what they otherwise wouldn’t and that is why---out of the clear ...lue sky---I shocked myself when I blurted . . .“Can I . . . Can I . . . Can I . . . Please ...can I ... kiss it?”Both men laughed. I instantly felt so queer and stupid and with them laughing longer than necessary, I felt like the most hideous almost-cocksucker ever.Mason leaned forward, still chuckling. “You want to kiss it? You’re actually begging. We weren't planning on having strippers as a regular part of the entertainment, but we knew that the bikers and rednecks appreciated girls who would dance and take their clothes off, and the bikers regularly required new 'mamas to put on a show.My partner explained to me that it was not uncommon for some butch lesbian to put her femme on display, and that there was a thriving dominant/submissive community in the area that we would be serving. The dommes often wanted to exhibit their subs, so. I wanted him and no stupid rule was going to stop me from getting what I wanted. And so the game began. One summer I decided to spend the weekend over Monicas house just to make a move one him. But to my dismay he was out all day. I was very disappointed at this fact so I decided to go to bed at a decent time to have an early start. Me and Monica said our goodnights and went to bed. In the middle of the night I got up to go to the bathroom and on the way back I heard rustling noises coming. Jealousy? Lust? Happiness?“What are you feeling?” I asked him.“That Toby is a lucky kid, I guess. I sort of wish she wouldn’t have sex with anyone, and if she does, that she’d just do it with me, but that’s not really reasonable, is it?”“No, it’s not,” I said. I reached out and touched his cock. He stepped closer and I wrapped my hand around it. I began to jerk him off.“Feels good?” I asked.“Oh, yeah.”He got close enough that I could put my mouth around the end and suck. I cupped his balls in.