Arron gives his first oral...and finds out she likes it...

Deep in the back of Arron's mind, in a part that was still in control, there was a part of him that was stunned beyond words that he was actively flirting with a man. Or, rather, he had been flirting as a man and just made out with him in public and had all but invited him to a private, secluded place to continue. His body was equally betraying any sense of being a man by not only enjoying the idea of him turning the man sexually on but also relishing the evidence of such turn-on, pressing himself against and rubbing the man's throbbing erection barely restrained by two layers of fabric. Hell, he had even gone as far as unzipping the man and palming the bulge in his boxers, using his fingers to trace and tease him a bit before giving him a "come here" look and led him into the room.

The man, (Arron didn't even get his name), was a very eager and patient person and was definitely reserved in while in the room. Once the door to the backroom was closed, though, he immediately turned and pressed Arron against the wall and kissed him. Arron moaned a bit in surprise but returned the kiss, slipping his arms around him and pulling him tightly against him. He wasn't a bad kisser at all, in fact he was perhaps the best kisser he had ever had, but that was pushed aside by the feeling of something else.

Something hard, pressing into his thigh. Arron moaned again.

He pulled away briefly to run a hand through the long hair of the woman he was holding in his arms. She had attracted his attention from the moment she walked into the bar and, unlike the smaller brunette (too plain) or the taller blonde (looked like she had a bit too much work done), the brown/black haired woman had an air of confidence that he and his friends found too alluring not to look. She wore a pair of tight pants that showed off her thicc ass and while some preferred a more pert shaped, he was one of those that appreciated the sight of something he could take a handful of. Her tits weren't anything to ignore, either, he wondered in part if they were actually real or implants. The way she was coy about letting him really get a closer look hinted at her teasing nature, that and the fact she seemed to know exactly how to work her hands around his pants made him forget exploring much more now.

"Damn, you're ready to burst, aren't you?" she whispered, laughing drunkenly as she continued to undo the button to his pants and slowly dropped them down to his knees. For added emphasis, she traced over his boxers with her fingers, pressing and feeling his entire length. He smiled, feeling little urge to resist, as she pressed him against the door gently and then leaned up to kiss him while simultaneously slipping her hand under the waistband of his boxers. He felt her hand, almost impossibly warm, wrap around the shaft before she slowly began to pump him.

"Can't help it, ma'am," he replied, leering down at her as she turned her attention from kissing him to pressing her nose against his shirt and inhaling deeply. She then slowly worked her way down, sinking lower and lower, until her lips brushed against his stomach and she rested on her knees. In front of her was his boxers tenting out, dangerously close to her lips, and she flicked her tongue at the tip. Almost school-girlishly, she giggled as the sensation, both warm and moist, caused him to involuntarily twitch.

"Mmm..." she whispered as her hands reached behind him and lowered his boxers down to his knees, leaving him completely naked from the waist downwards as it pooled by his feet. He was tempted to move to slip them off but the look in her eyes as she got a good glimpse at his cock in front of her mouth told him moving would be pointless. "Yes...very nice, you must be very proud..."

"Well, I can't...holy..." he got cut off as she flicked her tongue again, this time without any material in the way of contacting the tip, and slowly she began to work her mouth, lips, and tongue over him. He grasped the wall to support himself as she shifted slightly and used one hand to help steady herself while the other grasped him at the base near his sack. As a man, he prided himself for having a good, thick shaft but was embarrassed by the sight of his balls, each the size of a tennis ball, that hung low. More than one woman he had gone out with took a look at that, shook their heads, and he ended up jacking off more than once, bitterly.

No hesitation now, she continued to bob her head back and forth, alternating between wrapping her lips around him and then pulling off to use her tongue and lathering his entire length. What she lacked for in talent (and she was definitely not bad at all, perhaps just a bit rusty), she definitely made up for in enthusiasm. He reached behind and grabbed a handful of her hair to keep it from flailing in her face while pushing her to go faster. Some women didn't like that, touching their heads when they were giving you some, but she reacted differently, letting out a moan while his cock was still in her mouth, and she only went faster. He didn't trust himself to do anything or say anything.

A few minutes was all he lasted, that was a surprise considering he also could last a bit longer than his friends, but she was just sucking and working him too well. In her mouth, she could feel him getting even harder until his body seemingly tensed up and he gave her one more push and she, to surprise him, took him all the way. As soon as he felt her lips touching the base of his cock, deepthroating him, he came. His entire body seemed to focus only on the point in her mouth and she greedily sucked as he spasmed once, then twice, and a third time shooting white cum deep into her throat. A fourth spurt landed on her tongue as she pulled her mouth back and then looked up at him with a satisfied smile and opened her mouth to show him that she had it all in her mouth. Then, to his amazement, she swallowed it all. A few moments later, she shuddered and let out a low moan before she looked back at him. "That was yummy..."

"Glad to be of service."