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Evening With Boyfriend (FM)

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Category: Female-Male
Author: anon
Age: late 30s
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This happened about fifteen years ago. It was a Saturday night and my guy Joe, was supposed to come pick me up from the shop I worked at and we would get something to eat and then go dancing. He called to say that he was late and that I should just go home to eat and he'd meet me there. I didn't feel like going home alone, even if it was just to wait for two hours, so I went with some of my colleagues to a bar. These two friends were both male and gay, and we all got along really well. We almost never talked about anything "that" personal, but this night they asked me lots of questions about Joe.

I thought that was sort of funny, since they knew I wouldn't say anything all that intimate. Some of the questions were anatomical, "How long is it?" and that sort of thing. I had no idea! I never measured it and couldn't even really say. So I saw a bottle of gin beyond the bar and said, "I guess it's that length there". My friends both commented that it was a pretty nice size. I just remember that we laughed a lot. During the course of the evening, they told me a lot of things men liked, and I tried to take mental notes. I guess I was getting a lesson. Even though Joe was very blatant about what he liked, I wasn't all that experienced, and didn't have much imagination, so all comments were welcome!

After a while, one of them accompanied me home, and I found Joe waiting in front of the television. He was a little ticked off that I hadn't been at home, as he got there much earlier than he figured he would, and he was in too bad a mood to go out for the night. I thought, since I don't like making out if one of us is in a bad mood, I'll just wait and see if things get better, but I did really feel like "trying out" the new stuff. I sort of mentioned in an offhanded way that I'd been having some interesting discussion with the guys from work, stuff about men....

Joe started to seem interested. I told him that they seemed to have a whole lot of interesting ideas. He switched off the television. I asked him how long his cock was, he told me. I asked him if I could measure it. He said, of course you can. I knelt down in front of him and unzipped his trousers really slowly. I was getting really excited myself, but acted "cool". We didn't have a tape measure around, so I measured it against a sheet of paper, and later would find out how much it was. (I actually wanted to try with a bottle of gin, but there wasn't any in the house!)

I tried one of the handjobs that my friend suggested, where I used two hands, one to rub the tip and the other to stroke. The precome was very heavy, so everything slid around beautifully. Joe was still fully dressed, and I started to think about him getting cum all over, and since I did the washing, I didn't want that! So, I figured, at the moment when he is ready to let go, I'll swallow. Well, I told him that he had to tell me when he felt like coming, because I needed to know so that I could swallow it all. That idea got him even hotter and he was writhing and moaning.

In a low voice he said, "I'm gonna come", and rather than bring him to orgasm, I stopped. He had a look of surprise on his face. I rose up, gave him a wild kiss, but just kept his cock still between my hands. I could feel it throb and I wanted to make him come, but I wanted to try what my friend suggested, to bring him to the edge a few times, then make him just beg. We exchanged a few words, a bit of dirty talk, which we loved doing, and then I started in again, this time, stroking steady with one hand, the other rubbing his balls. "Tell me baby, you have to tell me when you are gonna shoot your load". He said, "Jesus, baby, I have GOT to come", and I stopped everything.

He almost looked upset and started to thrust his cock into my fist, which I was thoroughly enjoying. But, I decided to loosen my grip and edge him again. He took my hand, placed it right under his, and he made me stroke him off. This was better than my friend described! When he was about to come, he sped up so much and pumped it so hard that I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook now. I let him shoot all over my t-shirt, it was wonderful. The look on his face was priceless, he was obviously having a very fine orgasm.

When he came back to his senses, I said, "look at this bloody mess, we have to clean up now, and I don't feel like doing the washing". So, he picked me up, hauled me off into the bathroom and turned on the shower. We both tore our jeans off and stepped into the tub with just our t-shirts. At that time, I didn't wear a bra, and when I caught our reflection in the mirror, I have to admit, that wet t-shirt sticking to me, becoming almost transparent and clinging to the great tits I had then, with him going down on me, hands grabbing my arse, the water running all over us, well, it was fucking hot.

He learnt his lesson too that night, and edged me! I was ready to come and I moaned, "oh shit, I'm gonna fucking come". That was enough to make him stop! He slid up and said, "what's that about coming NOW? Forget it!" We kissed and by that time, he was hard again and he pushed me against the wall. We stared one another down as he thrust his cock into me. He had another nice orgasm and all I needed was just a few little strokes of his fingers to get me off. That night we didn't need a shower! We just stripped, dried off and slid under the sheets.