Chapter 4 - Playtime!

<< Hope I didn’t lose too many with last week’s ‘preachy stuff.’ With this week we’re back to the hot and heavy sex. Enjoy! -=Norm. (By the way, comments are always appreciated!)>>

“You need to remember: The goal when we have sex is to have fun, and to make each other feel good,” I said. “Of course, different folks have different ideas about what ‘fun’ is and even about what feels ‘good.’ My goal for you, and your goal for me, is to find out what the other thinks is fun and feels good.” I continued to unbutton his shirt. “After all, sex is about more than just fucking.”

“For instance,” I said, “I enjoy unwrapping you like a Christmas present.” I reached into his now-unbuttoned shirt to gently stroke and tweak his nipples. “Maybe you’d like to unwrap me?” I suggested.

He mirrored my actions. “That’s nice. Just remember, you don’t need to do exactly what I do, just what feels good to you and what you think will feel good to me. This is a mutual thing. We both get to feel good!” I told him. “Do to me what you think feels good to you. Don’t worry about being wrong. If you are, I’ll let you know. By doing that, you let me know what feels good to you and I can model it. Who knows? You might even teach me something new! That would be nice.”

I stood us up, leaving our shirts in piles beneath us. I hugged him to me, chest to chest. We were both tall so our nipples rubbed together and stimulated each other. “Penetration is all well and good,” I said, “but there’s a whole journey to getting there, and getting there can be at least half the fun!”

I kissed him, opening his lips with mine and caressing his tongue with my own. While caressing his back, noting places and touches that got a particular reaction. He responded beautifully under my hands. Our pants and shoes quickly joined our shirts on the floor, and our erect cocks rubbed against each other. I reached down and grabbed them both in one hand, Stroking and frotting them together. Tony’s eyes closed and he moaned in pleasure. “See?” I asked, “Isn’t this nice?” He moaned and nodded his response.

I could feel him tense, getting close to his ejaculation. While I had no problem with him coming on my hand and belly then cleaning us off by licking it up, that’s not how I wanted my first taste of him to happen.

I laid us down on the soft carpet, head to toe, and brought my dick to his lips. He knew what I wanted, he wanted it too. He took me into his mouth and began to suck. I surprised him by sucking his cock into my mouth and swallowing him down until my nose rested in his pubic hair. I swallowed around him several times until I felt him firm up even further and shoot his first wad straight down my throat. I pulled back a little and took the rest of his load into my mouth. He tasted delicious, slightly sweet with just the right amount of tang, and oh, so very male. I released and came in his mouth as well, still holding his spend and enjoying the taste.

We sat up. I showed him his semen covering my tongue, then swallowed down my treat, smiling.

He looked at me in some surprise. “I didn’t expect that,”, he said. “You’ve been so ... Dominant before. Always the one doing the penetrating...” I’d apparently thrown him for a loop with my behavior. Fair enough I suppose. I’d been playing Alpha Top up to that point.

“I’m really not, usually,” I said. “I’m not really a Top or a Bottom. More of a Switch, really. I enjoy both roles.” He looked confused “Top? Bottom? Switch? I don’t know what any of those words mean when you say them like that,” he said. I nodded. He really was new at this. Fair enough, I’d just taken his virginity yesterday.

“It’s good you’re asking questions,” I said. “In the future, if I or anybody else uses a term you’re not familiar with, feel free to ask them to explain it. If their answer is ‘You know!’ and repeats the term again, then Demand an explanation. In this world, what you don’t know can hurt you a whole lot!

“What I was talking about are general sex roles. Generally a Top is the one doing the fucking, putting his dick into someone. The bottom is the one being penetrated, taking a dick or dicks, (or sometimes other things, ) into himself. A Switch will swap between the roles as he likes.

“Me, I like getting my dick sucked. It feels good. I like fucking a nice ass. You have a really nice one!” He grinned and blushed a bit at the compliment. “I also like sucking a dick. I like the feeling of someone I like coming in my mouth. I even like the taste of most sperm.”

“I noticed that the other day, in the gym,” he said. “When the guys came, it was generally okay. I didn’t mind. A couple of them were nasty. A couple were very nice.” He reached down and stroked my dick. “You tasted really nice.”

I thought for a moment. “Okay,” I said, “I’m going to ask you to do something that you are probably going to think is a little weird. Come down here and take a good sniff of my armpit.”

He looked confused, but I could see in his eyes that he trusted me. He bent down and took a sniff.

“Do you like that smell?” I asked.

He snuggled in and sniffed again, deeper. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I do,” he said, dreamily.

“Take a lick,” I said. “Taste my skin and sweat.”

He took a small, tentative lick. Then he took a longer, more luxurious one. “Do you like the taste?” I asked.

I could feel him nod his assent into my armpit, unwilling to release his new treat.

“Some guys, particularly dedicated Tops, think that sex is just the dick’” I said. “It’s really all the senses combined. Sight: If I lie the way you look, I’m more inclined to get naked with you. Hearing, If I can’t stand the sound of your voice, I’m probably not going to take you to bed. Touch,” I ran my hand down his back, paying attention to those spots I’d noted earlier. He shivered and stretched like a cat when I did that. “Smell and taste, too. If you like the way a guy smells, you’ll probably like the taste of his cum. The taste of his sweat is pretty closely related, too.”

“There are exceptions, and things that you can overlook, especially for a one-time thing, but everything should combine for a long term partner.” He looked a question at me. “There’s more to it than that, and we’ll get to that stuff, but yeah, we have a pretty good start here.” I smiled down at him and he snuggled in again with a contented noise.

We lay there for a while, just enjoying the body contact, occasionally stroking each other. But neither of us trying to drive the other wild. Just enjoying the contact and the warmth of the other’s body.

After a bit, I quietly told him, “Hey, there’s one other thing I wanted to go over before we get Hot and Heavy.”

He looked up lazily and gave me a questioning “Hm?”

“One thing I don’t like and won’t tolerate is licking a shitty dick. One that’s already been up a dirty ass. I won’t do it, and I won’t make you do it either. Remember our talk about scat and humiliation?” He nodded. “It’s about that. Some folks get off on it, I don’t”

“Okay, I can see your point,” he said.

“Fortunately, there’s something we can do about that. C’mon! Get up,” I said, and guided him into the bathroom. I pulled a box out from under the sink. “Some guys hate this. For some it becomes one of their favorite things. Me, I’m pretty indifferent to it, but I like the results, so I put up with it. Have you ever had an enema, that you remember?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he said.

“You might not have, or if you did you might have been too young to remember,” I said. “Do you know what I’m talking about?”

“Isn’t it putting water up your butt?” He asked.

“Mostly, yeah,” I replied. I pulled the big red rubber bottle out of the box. “This is the enema bag. If you wind up liking this, you may want to get one over at the drug store.” I showed him the hose, nozzle and clamp. “Before we start, make sure that the clamp is shut!” I admonished, showing him how it worked.