Danny approached me one night after yoga. He looked distressed and excited at the same time, and he waited impatiently for me to finish up a conversation with a friend of mine that I planned to meet up with later on. When my friend turned away, Danny dove in, placing on hand on my shoulder.
“Please can I talk to you privately?” he gushed.
I decided to overlook his touching me without permission, seeing as he appeared to be rather agitated, and taking his hand, led him over to a little nook.
“Are you ok, Danny?” I asked him.
“I almost did it!” he burst out. “I got this close” — he held up two fingers just an inch apart — “to another man’s cock, but I couldn’t bring myself to suck it.”
He trembled visibly, and expressions tumbled across his face as quickly as the words tumbled off his tongue. Desire. Fear. Wonder. Disgust. Pleading. Longing.
“You mean to tell me you had cock ready to suck and you left some more man hanging?!”
He nodded dumbly. Poor Danny. He’d had cocksucking fantasies since he was a teenager and now, in his mid-twenties, he’d come to me for help. He’d heard through the grapevine that I was a FemDom.
“Am I gay?” he’d asked me that day, his big brown eyes desperate.
“Are you primarily attracted to women or to men? Who you do find sexy?” I asked in response.
“Well, women. I love women. I don’t look at guys and get hard. But I do when I think about sucking a dick.” He answered.
“Well then, I don’t think you’re gay. You’re cock-curious,” I added with a smile.
“I’m not gay?” he asked disbelievingly.
“Not right now. You might change your mind after you’ve stuffed a cock in your mouth though,” I’d teased him.
After that conversation, I’d not heard from him for a couple of weeks. And now, here he was, standing before me and quivering like a chihuahua.
“Please Miss Pamela, I think… I think I’ll need you to force me…”
“Danny, dear. I told you, if you want me to engineer a forced-bi encounter, you’re going to have to pay for a FemDom session, just like all the other Domination-hungry submissive males out there.”
“Yes, Ms Pamela. I want a session. I want several sessions.” Again, the words tumbled out of him.
“Oh?” I quirked an eyebrow. “What for?”
Danny quivered again. His eyes dropped to the floor.
“When I was on my–my knees…” He stopped. I waited. “When I was on my knees looking at it, I realized I didn’t know how to suck him and I wanted, really wanted, to make sure it felt good…”
He raised his eyes to mine and they were pleading.
“Please Ms Pamela, will you teach me how to suck another man’s cock?”
I laughed and wondered if he really knew what he was asking.
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