More Than Just a Cock in My Mouth

I usually come awake as I did this morning with some particular scene in mind on a day when we'll be meeting with one of our friends to share our unusual brand of intimacy with him. Sometimes it's the thought of Dee's tongue dancing all over his cock and balls - or the image of her little fingers guiding his puffy glans into her pussy - or the sight of her scrambling onto her hands and knees to get a brisk ass fucking. Today it was different. I awoke to the thought of Mike's cock in my own mouth - every last millimeter of his length between my lips - his balls pressing against my bottom lip with my tongue snaking out to lick them too. I need for this to happen at some point this evening - to get Mike into my mouth for an energetic workout of lips and tongue. I'm hungry for his cock - for him - and counting down the minutes till I can have my fill.

What makes Mike so special to both Dee and me is his responsiveness to us - responsive to our friendship as much as to our ministrations of sexual pleasure - responsive to our own needs and wants - responsive to our joys, our pains, our triumphs and defeats in daily life far removed from the motel bedrooms we so often share with him. His relationship to us is unique, as is Don's, and he's become a deep part of our lives and our sexuality. When I take his cock into my mouth it's not just his cock I'm taking inside me - it's he, my friend. For that time when he's in me there's a bridge between us far bigger than the length and girth of his flesh alone. Sucking his cock is a kind of summation of many feelings, emotions, and cravings. It fulfills something far deeper in me than the visible act itself does physically.

I continue to be absolutely amazed by this - by not only my bisexuality in practice, but in heart as well. By the knowledge that I can feel in taking a friend's hard cock into my mouth something transcendent - something by way of affection for another man that I'd not have thought myself capable of feeling in my younger days. By my ability to see a stiff dick as a thing of much beauty. By my continued strong desires to interact sexually with men far beyond the satisfaction of my original curiosity and its accompanying fantasies.

And I'm amazed too by the degree of passion I can comfortably witness between Dee and Mike when she makes love with him. (As with Don, as well.) I know that when Mike is inside Dee both she and he are feeling those same things I'm feeling when I urge his cock into my mouth - that incredible unifying bond with someone with whom sex is so perfectly fulfilling and naturally expressive of the affections we share with him.

I can't wait for tonight. My whole person longs to feel all of these things I'm trying to put into words.



When I'm touching Mike there's more going on
than meets the eye. It's humanity at its best -
without clothes - without inhibition.
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