I have a gay friend whom I have known since high school. He’s actually a good looking guy, but has always known he was gay. There was never any pretence on his part to liking girls even when we were in our early teens.
I’m glad I’ve kept in touch with him over the years. We call each other, we chat online, we exchange emails. We even visit each other when we can find the time despite his place being a good nine-hour drive from where I stay.
A couple of weeks ago, he paid me a visit and stayed in my apartment. We had wine and got to talking about our favourite topic – sex. He showed me a picture of his boyfriend of two years.
The guy was a real hunk and I said he deserved a hot woman like me.
It was a joke, but my gay friend said his man would never leave him for a girl because of what he could do in bed. That sounded like a challenge to me, so I asked him what he could do that I couldn’t at least match, if not do better.
“Gays give much better blow jobs than women,” he said, “much, much better.”
A blow job was a blow job, I said. He smiled at me and said, “that’s what you think, honey.”
My curiosity was piqued, to say the least. “So tell me what you can do that I can’t,” I told him.
He borrowed one of my dildos and said, “Watch.”
My eyes could have popped out of my skull when he showed me how deep he could swallow the sex toy. I would have gagged if I had taken a cock or a dildo that deep in my mouth. He was also performing what I can best describe as acrobatic tricks with his mouth and tongue.
After his graphic exhibition, my friend told me that he had studied some yoga breathing techniques.
I have to hand it to him. He really could do things that I never imagined myself doing. But after his private show for me, I can practice what he did. Not on my boyfriend. Not yet. Good thing I have some dildos which I can use.
When I’m good and ready, that lucky boyfriend of mine will get a blow job he will never forget.
