At a friend's house party, I was happy to cut loose and socialize after working hard. The party was co-hosted by her neighbors above her apartment and next door. There was quite a bit of alcohol. I had already planned to spend the night at her house, which gave me the freedom to consume as much beer without worrying about catching a subway or taxi home.
So, that being said, forgive me if some of this seems to be a bit blurry.
At one point, I was having a casual conversation with several folks, which then dwindled to a conversation between myself and my friend's neighbor.
Next thing I know, he's pressing his lips against mine. I was completely unaware that I was making any signals that I was even remotely interested, especially since I had interacted with him several times before this party. But, I let it happen.
We were those people at the party. The people that are just straight making-out in the corner of the room. I could feel people staring and moving away. I had to pull away several times just to catch my breath.
My friend checked in with me throughout the evening, just to make sure I was aware of what was happening. I told her that I was okay with what was happening, and she gave us her blessing.
Eventually, we left the party to go to his house and sneaked into his bedroom.
This is where it got pretty hot and heavy, as though it wasn't already. We quickly undressed ourselves and continued to make out.
There's something thrilling about pulling out this kind of energy in another person. There's the feeling of being so desired and the feeling of wanting to please that other person.
I moved my kisses down his neck, down his chest, and made my way to his dick.
At this point in my journey, I had learned several tricks that seemed to further excite the men I had already pleased. I decided this guy was worth showing some of my tricks to.
Big mistake.
As quickly as we got undressed, he proceeded to cum into my mouth. I barely got to show him all my tricks, but I figured it meant I did quite well.
After cleaning up a bit, I kissed my way back up to his lips. I was ready to receive my treat for treating him.
While we started kissing again, I could feel that he was slowing down. Next thing I knew, he was fast asleep.
He was asleep. I couldn't believe it. I tried waking him and saying that it was my turn, but I got barely a grunt.
I sat in the dark of his bedroom for a bit, frustrated and uncertain of what to do.
After several minutes, I resigned myself to getting dressed and walking back to my friend's house. Boy, was my friend surprised to see me again so soon after I left. The party had dwindled down to the residents and a few of their friends. I was able to tell her what happened and how disappointed I was in the situation.
We laughed a bit, but we were both disappointed at the outcome.
The following day, after I had already gone home, my friend informs me that her neighbor had been looking for me. He wanted to get in contact with me, perhaps make up for him falling asleep? In the light of day, I decided I didn't want to pursue anything with her friend. I had already been burned by a friend-of-a-friend situation.
About a year later, I ran into him again at my friend's going-away party at a local restaurant. He seemed happy at a chance to reconnect with me. Sadly, I was in the midst of a relationship, and he soon realized that he blew his chance at making anything else happen between us.
There are certainly times I still worry about running into him when I'm in his neighborhood. But that has yet to happen again.
Lesson Learned: After consuming alcoholic beverages and feverishly making out, don't ever ever EVER give a guy oral before you get yours first.
So, that being said, forgive me if some of this seems to be a bit blurry.
At one point, I was having a casual conversation with several folks, which then dwindled to a conversation between myself and my friend's neighbor.
Next thing I know, he's pressing his lips against mine. I was completely unaware that I was making any signals that I was even remotely interested, especially since I had interacted with him several times before this party. But, I let it happen.
We were those people at the party. The people that are just straight making-out in the corner of the room. I could feel people staring and moving away. I had to pull away several times just to catch my breath.
My friend checked in with me throughout the evening, just to make sure I was aware of what was happening. I told her that I was okay with what was happening, and she gave us her blessing.
Eventually, we left the party to go to his house and sneaked into his bedroom.
This is where it got pretty hot and heavy, as though it wasn't already. We quickly undressed ourselves and continued to make out.
There's something thrilling about pulling out this kind of energy in another person. There's the feeling of being so desired and the feeling of wanting to please that other person.
I moved my kisses down his neck, down his chest, and made my way to his dick.
At this point in my journey, I had learned several tricks that seemed to further excite the men I had already pleased. I decided this guy was worth showing some of my tricks to.
Big mistake.
As quickly as we got undressed, he proceeded to cum into my mouth. I barely got to show him all my tricks, but I figured it meant I did quite well.
After cleaning up a bit, I kissed my way back up to his lips. I was ready to receive my treat for treating him.
While we started kissing again, I could feel that he was slowing down. Next thing I knew, he was fast asleep.
He was asleep. I couldn't believe it. I tried waking him and saying that it was my turn, but I got barely a grunt.
I sat in the dark of his bedroom for a bit, frustrated and uncertain of what to do.
After several minutes, I resigned myself to getting dressed and walking back to my friend's house. Boy, was my friend surprised to see me again so soon after I left. The party had dwindled down to the residents and a few of their friends. I was able to tell her what happened and how disappointed I was in the situation.
We laughed a bit, but we were both disappointed at the outcome.
The following day, after I had already gone home, my friend informs me that her neighbor had been looking for me. He wanted to get in contact with me, perhaps make up for him falling asleep? In the light of day, I decided I didn't want to pursue anything with her friend. I had already been burned by a friend-of-a-friend situation.
About a year later, I ran into him again at my friend's going-away party at a local restaurant. He seemed happy at a chance to reconnect with me. Sadly, I was in the midst of a relationship, and he soon realized that he blew his chance at making anything else happen between us.
There are certainly times I still worry about running into him when I'm in his neighborhood. But that has yet to happen again.
Lesson Learned: After consuming alcoholic beverages and feverishly making out, don't ever ever EVER give a guy oral before you get yours first.
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