Disclaimer:  Some of my friends may not want to read this as it is a subject dear to my heart and I just don’t know how to write about it without being crude and/or crass.  My aim is not to make anyone uncomfortable so if you feel inclined to proceed, consider yourself warned.

The first time I ever stuck a penis in my mouth I was in my early twenties.  It had taken me a longtime to get comfortable even seeing one because I just thought they were gross to look at, that is until I got a little older and was actually sleeping with partners who were good in bed.  It was then I learned to appreciate, nay, love male genitalia.  By the time I had entered my twenties I no longer minded seeing a guy’s member.  I rather enjoyed fondling and otherwise playing with them but I had become so accustom to telling a man no when oral was requested that I had still never given a man head.

When I was twenty-two, I was dating a guy named Eric, who I worked with.  He is one of the best lovers I have ever had.  He was also very good when it came to oral.  We had been sleeping together for almost a month before he asked me to return the favor.

One night we were sitting in the living room of my house, watching a movie.  We snuggled up together in an oversized chair, my head resting on his shoulder.  His hand rested on the small of my back, slowly began to move under the back of my shirt and down the back of my pants.  I told him to knock it off and watch the movie.  He knew I was only trying to draw my time with him out.  We seldom spent time alone together for any significant amount of time.  He still lived in his mother’s house helping her support his two younger siblings. I shared a house with another single mother.  She had taken our boys out for a night so I could spend time with Eric.

As I sat watching the movie, he shifted so that his hands had more access to the front of me, which had been pressed up against him.  He began kissing my neck, his hands tracing the contours of my body.  He slid his hand under my chin and turned my face toward him.  He pressed his slightly parted lips against mine, caressing my tongue with his own.  “I am trying to watch a movie,” I whined, trying very hard to seem annoyed.  “Fine, watch the movie,” he said smiling at me.  He rose from the chair and squatted down in front of me being careful not to obstruct my view of the television.  “Watch the movie,” he smirked at me as he began to undo my pants.  My eyes locked on his as he pulled my pants off and spread my legs.  “The television is there.” He motioned toward the television with a flick of head. “Watch your movie, Teri,” he whispered as he buried his face between my legs.  I tried to concentrate on the film until his licking and sucking became more rapid and focused.  I slid down in the chair, head back and ran my fingers through his hair.  After a several minutes, he rose from his knees, leaned over the chair kissed me.  I struggled to undo his pants as he kissed slowly and leisurely, tracing my lips with his tongue.  When I managed to get his pants down, he leaned over me further so his penis was inches from my face and whispered, “Your turn.”   I smiled up at him and said, “I don’t do that.”  The truth is I wanted to do it, I had never wanted to so badly.  “Your turn,” he said again softly, sliding his hand behind my head.  I wrapped my hand around the shaft of his penis and allowed him to slide into my mouth.  As I did he let out a soft moan and his head rolled back.  I gently ran my tongue over the head of his dick and began stroking his shaft with my hand.  He leaned over me further still and began to guide my head as he shallowly thrust himself in and out my mouth.   I began sucking gently at the mushroom tip each time he began to withdraw.  When his legs began to tremble he laid down on the carpet to make himself more comfortable.  I kneeled next to him and took him back into my mouth, one hand still stroking his shaft the other resting on his chest.  I took as much of him as I could into my mouth without gagging.  I could feel his heart racing and as it did my movement became more rapid.  His body became rigid.  “I am going to cum,” he mumbled and I took his dick out of my mouth but continued to stroke his penis more firmly and rapidly until he came.

He lay on the carpet quietly for a moment. He pushed himself up off the carpet so he could look at me.  He raised his hand and stroked the side of my face, tracing my mouth with his thumb.  “You are a liar,” he said. “You are so good at that, baby.”  I blushed, leaned over him and kissed him.  And that was that.

From that moment on I fell in love with oral sex.  I absolutely love giving head.  It is my favorite sexual act.  I know women say that a lot without meaning it or because they think they are supposed to like it but I really enjoy doing it.  While I have had doubts about my aptitude in various sexual situations that is one area where I know I excel and I love doing things I am good at.  My oral fixation, something I had been teased for growing up, had finally been put to good use.

I never told Eric he was the first person whose dick I had sucked partially because he wouldn’t have believed me but mostly because he enjoyed it so much when I did.  He insisted at the time that I was better at giving him head than any other woman he had been with.    I think we stayed together for as long as we did because I liked giving him head so much. The truth was I just enjoyed making him feel good and I am a firm believer in playing to your strengths.