QColumn: A Gay In The Life: Blow By Blow

QColumn: A Gay In The Life: Blow By Blow
Blow by Blow
By Steve Prince

I kissed his neck. In return, Peter sighed and the heat of his breath caressed the back of my shoulder.
His hands lay by his side on the bed. As my tongue licked his collarbone, I pulled his arms so that his hands met above his head, exposing the fleshy underside of his biceps.
The smell of him wafted towards me and I kissed his bicep, following down into his armpit, and began working my way down his side. Against my thigh, I felt his exposed cock begin to swell—now we’re getting somewhere.
I love sucking cock. Maybe it’s the performer in me, but every time I do it, it’s like I’m trying to do it better than before.
it also helped that Peter craved a good blowjob.
As I kept kissing down his side, I could feel his cock becoming harder and harder. Nope, not yet, I thought as I inched my mouth back towards his nipple—foreplay’s one of the best parts.
I had forgotten that when you’ve been sleeping with someone for a while, you become accustomed to their body and the sensations they like and don’t like. I was beginning to know Peter’s body like the back of my ass. With this in mind, my wet lips began sucking on his nipple. I anticipated his reaction, but not the intensity of it.
Instantly his left hand clutched the back of my head. A hiss came from his mouth as his lungs drew in a short breathe of air—he bit his lip.
“Ohh,” he sighed. His cock began to bounce against my stomach.


The first time I sucked a guy off I was fourteen. As that guy unzipped his pants, I remember thinking, How the hell am I going to do this? Yet as soon as my lips wrapped around six-inch cock, I almost came from the very sensation, though it felt odd having his head in my mouth like that. I remember asking myself while sucking, Is this gross? Obviously that thought didn’t last long.
Just as I felt Peter becoming relaxed by my sucking and biting his nipple, I began to nuzzle his body down towards his groin, lingering around his stomach. I can’t help but marvel at his body—I don’t have six-pack abs myself, so I love kissing and licking all over his.
My lips meandered down to his pubic bone. You know that soft area right above a guy’s leg just below his waist? I loooooove this part of a man. Peter giggled and I couldn’t help but think of my first boyfriend, Brendon.
Brendon and I were college roommates, and he loved when I kissed that area too. Often he’d laugh out from the sensation; I even gave him some hickies there from sucking on him so much. In retrospect, I feel like I honed my dick-sucking technique on Brendon’s cock. Believe me, there was a lot of ground to cover—or in this case suck; he was at least eight inches. It’s funny but I don’t think you ever forget the first time you actually sucked off someone you care deeply for.
I will always remember taking Brendon’s dick into my mouth. As gay men, we suck one another off so much, but we rarely stop to think about how vulnerable the person getting sucked is at that moment. Our dicks are really so fragile and sensitive. If someone doesn’t know what he’s doing, a blowjob can be really painful. I remember feeling a bit honored that Brendon trusted me enough to let me hold his dick on the tip of my tongue. It was just a sexual progression in our relationship but an emotional one as well.
Peter began to giggle harder as I sucked his soft spot, bringing me out of my memories. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his hard prick waiting for my mouth’s wetness. In fact, I could smell the musk of his balls and almost the heat from his engorged cock.
Placing my palms by the outside of Peter’s legs, I raised my head and looked at him. He looked back at me. He smiled. A smile that said, you don’t have to if you want to—but oh God I want you to. I smiled back.
I looked down at his head.
Jesus Christ, I love dick. It’s just pretty and Peter’s is a beautiful specimen. His dark brown bush highlights the milky white skin of his penis stretching over his veins. He’s a big boy and I’m quite the size queen.
I licked my lips like a dog about to eat dinner. I was in heaven.
I lowered my head slowly. I opened my mouth and held my breath, not wanting the heat of my breath to ruin his first sensation he’d feel. Gingerly I lowered my lips around his cock, embracing his cut head.
“Ahh,” Peter exhaled, his abdomen rising and falling quickly.
Tenderly I curled my tongue around the tip of his dick. Slowly and carefully feeling every crevasse and tasting the salt of his skin.
Dick actually has a taste, but as I think to describe it… I can’t. Perhaps I should ask Chinpoko.
“Damn,” Peter moaned, “that feels good.”
I smiled even though he couldn’t see it. You ain’t seen nothing yet, I thought. With my left hand I took Peter’s shaft and held it upright, slightly stretching the skin taut.
I prepared myself and took a deep breath… here goes.
Opening my jaw and lifting the back of my throat, I slid my mouth down Peter’s cock, the sides of my lips tightening from his girth. I stopped at the base, my nose buried in his hair. Yeah, Linda Lovelace, this boy can deep throat too.
His body tensed at the sensation. “Oh fuck, Steve,” he moaned. My own cock stiffened from his reaction.
I rose back up and inhaled, looking at his gleaming dick, wet from my own mouth. Peter leaned over and grabbed my face in his hands. Pulling me toward him, he kissed me fiercely, deeply tonguing my own mouth.
Oh, but I’m not done sugar…
I broke from the kiss and pushed his chest down on the bed. All subtlety gone, I dove towards him and engulfed his cock in one swift swallow—he moaned.
I loved Peter’s reactions as I gave him head and I noticed that it felt different from sucking other guys. It felt more like being with Brendon, probably because I cared for Peter.
As my lips puckered and curled around his shaft, I couldn’t help but notice the love and attention in my action. I was taking care of him in another way. Warmth spread through my chest. Not only was I turned on sexually, but also I could feel my heart skipping a beat—all because of his physical reactions. And maybe his reaction were so intense because he cared about me too?
As I began to speed up, rising and falling on his cock, I felt powerful. I don’t know why some guys think the submissive guy is the one who always sucks cock. It’s such a wrong stereotype that’s the opposite of reality. As Peter writhed and moaned, I knew I was the one in control. I was the one creating this experience for him. Without me, he’d just be lying there with a hard prick.
I rose up and sighed. I looked up at Peter. His head rested on his pillow, his eyes closed. His broad chest rose and fell with the weight of emotion.
I took my other hand and held his dick up to my mouth. Slowly I opened up encircling his cock almost putting all of it in my mouth, but not touching it at all. I breathed in and out letting my breath cool his wet penis. He sighed.
With one motion I dived again, this time enlisting my hands to twist around him as I sucked. I moved faster and faster. Soon his moans grew shorter and harder. I couldn’t believe his cock could get any harder, but my lips felt it stiffen.
I kept going faster and stronger.
“Oh,” Peter moaned, “I’m close. Fuck I’m close.”
Abruptly I stopped, my hands moving away.
He looked at me, a little disheartened.
“But I was about to cum, ” Peter protested.
“I know,” I said. I kissed my way up his body towards his mouth. I pecked him, giving him some time to cool down.
I smiled. I’d forgotten Peter had not been out for that long. He wasn’t used to getting head from a guy.
If he only knew, I was just getting started…
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Years after moving from Oklahoma, Steve Prince is still acclimating to the gay scene in Los Angeles—he’s a slow learner. By trial and error and a lot of sex, his mission is to make the uncomfortable, comfortable. Also it should be known that he is gayer than butt sex.
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Previously, on A Gay In The Life:
The Birds and The Birds
Lyin’, & Twinks, & Bears—Oh My!
Going Public
Christmas in July
Luck Be A Lady Tonight
I Left My Heart In Oklahoma
As Luck Would Have It
Shock & Awe
Blame It On Britney
The Unending Journey
Makin’ Copies
Bullets and Bracelets… and Lube
To Tell The Truth…
Stars Aren’t Blind
The Dark Knight
Come As You Are
A Date?
A Happy Ending
Better Than Nothing
A Man With A Slow Hand
Taking The Long Way
Everybody Knows
Wake Me Up, Before Ya Go-Go
Definition
The Best
The Upper Hand
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
2000-Date
Dick The Halls
The Queer Dear
A Night At The Museum
A Conversation
I’m Just A Girl Who Can’t Say No
Change The Way You Feel
Kissing A Fool
Leo The Lamb
The Elephant In The Room
Zuckerman’s Famous Pig
A Birthday Surprise
The Sleepover-er
SP Phone Home
Out of the Frying Pan and into the Closet
What If…
Just Beat It
Intimate Portrait
Intimate Portrait (Part Deux)
Intimate Portrait (Part Trois)
State of Mind
The Age of Disbelief
A Man For All Seasons
Summer Lovin’
A-Men
The Urge
Gettin’ It Done
Here You Cum Again
Eye Of The Beholder
The Present
A Minute’s Pause
Brotherly Love
Ladies Who Lunch
Here Cums The Rain Again
Dinner For Two

Aug 22, 2009 By paperbagwriter 8 Comments