Dotting the “I” in bi

I was in no hurry. And I knew he wasn’t either. He leaned back against the door and pushed his hips out. I righted myself off my seat enough to lower my own pants, and give my own cock some room to breath. I had never seen a porn movie, or a photoset of a blowjob. I just followed my instincts, and let my desire to feel and taste his pecker direct my actions. I started stroking his cock slowly and deliberately, squeezing him in my fist and pulling his foreskin as far back as it would go. I had a good look at his meat – it was still big, but not the impressive monster it had seemed yesterday – and circled my tongue around his head, leaving glistening spit to lubricate the massage I gave him.

He sighed and put his hands on my head, not guiding me but just letting me have my way. Total surrender. My tongue kept drawing circles while I closed my lips around his boner and slowly lowered my mouth over his shaft, until he hit the back of my throat. I stayed there for about half a minute, sucking vigorously with his glans just at the entrance of my gullet, grinding my head and discerned the first taste of what I though had to be precum. (we had learned about that). I loved it.
I drew back slowly and intensified the vacuum by sucking in my cheeks and applying as much force with my tongue as I could.