I had always kept that part of me locked away, the quiet curiosity that stirred whenever I caught myself glancing too long at another man. At twenty-eight, I was straight in every way that countedgirlfriends, awkward dates, the whole routineyet the thought of touching a cock that wasnt my own never fully left my mind. It was just fantasy until the night I met Derek at the quiet bar near the river.
He was older by a few years, broad-shouldered, with a calm voice that made conversation feel easy. We talked for hours about nothing important, but the way his eyes lingered on my mouth told me he knew. When he invited me back to his apartment, my heart hammered so hard I almost said no. Instead I nodded, and we walked the short distance in silence thick with possibility.
His place was small and neat. The moment the door closed, he stepped close and kissed me. It was nothing like kissing a womanthe scrape of stubble, the firmer press of lips, the low sound he made in his throat. My body responded before my brain caught up. Heat flooded south, and I felt myself hardening against him.
We moved to the couch without turning on more lights. Derek sat first, legs spread, and looked up at me with a question in his eyes. I sank to my knees between his thighs, pulse racing. My hands shook as I reached for his belt. The leather whispered through the loops, then the button, then the zipper. He lifted his hips to help me tug his jeans and briefs down. His cock sprang free, thick, already half-hard, the head flushed dark and glistening at the tip.
I stared for a moment, breathing him inmusky, warm, unmistakably male. My own erection strained against my jeans, but I ignored it. This was about him. I wrapped my fingers around the base, feeling the weight, the velvet skin over rigid flesh. Dereks breath caught. Take your time, he said softly.
I leaned in and licked the head, tasting salt and skin. The flavor was new, intimate. I did it again, slower, circling the crown with my tongue. Dereks hand came to rest lightly on the back of my head, not pushing, just there. Encouraged, I opened my mouth and took the head inside. The stretch of my lips around him felt strange and right at once. I sucked gently, learning the shape of him, the way the ridge caught against my tongue.
He groaned, low and appreciative. The sound went straight through me. I took more of him, inch by careful inch, until my mouth was full and my jaw ached in the best way. Saliva slicked everything. I bobbed my head, finding a rhythm, hollowing my cheeks on the upstroke the way I liked when it was done to me. His cock throbbed against my tongue, growing harder, thicker.
Pre-cum leaked steadily now, and I swallowed around it, surprised by how much I wanted to taste more.
Dereks fingers tightened in my hair, guiding without forcing. Thats it, he murmured. Just like that. Youre doing so well. The praise made me moan around him, the vibration pulling another sound from his chest. I reached down to palm myself through my jeans, needing friction, but kept my focus on him. My tongue pressed along the underside, tracing the vein, exploring every contour. I pulled off to breathe, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening cock, then dove back down, taking him deeper than before.
My throat fluttered around the intrusion. I gagged once, pulled back, then tried again. Each time I managed a little more. Dereks hips rocked in small, controlled thrusts, meeting my mouth. The wet sounds filled the quiet roomslick suction, my breathing, his soft curses. I was lost in it, the act itself more arousing than I had imagined. My own cock leaked steadily, untouched, aching with every pulse of his in my mouth.
He warned me when he got close, voice rough. Im gonna come if you keep that up. I didnt pull away. I wanted it, needed to know what it felt like. I sucked harder, faster, hand working the base in time with my mouth. Dereks thighs tensed around me. He came with a deep groan, hot pulses flooding my tongue. I swallowed what I could, the taste sharp and intimate, some of it escaping the corner of my mouth. I kept licking him through it until he eased me off, oversensitive.
I stayed on my knees, breathing hard, lips swollen, chin wet. Derek looked down at me with something like wonder. He pulled me up into a kiss, tasting himself on my tongue, and reached between us to free my cock. It took only a few strokes of his hand, firm and knowing, before I spilled over his fingers with a broken sound, the orgasm crashing through me harder than any Id had before.
Afterward we sat tangled on the couch, his arm around my shoulders. I felt changed in a quiet, permanent wayno regret, only a new certainty. I had crossed a line I couldnt uncross, and I already knew I wanted to do it again. Derek kissed my temple and whispered that I could stay the night if I wanted. I did. And in the morning, with sunlight cutting across the bed, I took him in my mouth once more, slower this time, savoring every second of my first real taste of this new hunger.
