One time only with friends dad
When I was 18 I got a little bit drunk at a wedding, I ended up going home with my friends dad, it was the first time I truly enjoyed s**.
It was a one time thing, we both kind of felt a bit embarrassed afterwards, but both admitted that it had been fun.
Even now, I turned 37 last month, we both smile a knowing smile at each other when nobody else can see.
What I remember the most was how skilled and what technique he had. He made sure that I had pleasure as well he did, with boys my own age the s** had been disappointing as they were so selfish.
He went down on me, made me o*****, made sure I was ready, then he caressed and kissed me, before he entered me, and unlike teenage boys, who tended to last little longer than the time it took them to get inside me, he had great stamina, and did little tricks that just made my head spin with pleasure.
I had gone down on boys before, but this was a man, he knew how to coax a performance from me, and I think that all the men who I fellated afterwards can thank him for the skill I showed.
I used to think about him often when I masturbated, imagining his skillful hands on me, taking me to o***** and making me feel so good.
It was right that we didn't do anything again, it would have been too easy to have had it turn into something regular and then all too easy to have given the game away, and how I could have looked my friends, or her mum, in the eye, well I don't know if I could have done that.