Page 67 of The Quirky Vet

I take a determined breath, lean down, and lap it up. The tang of salt bursts on my tongue, and it's him.

It's Muir.

I'm tasting my best friend, and I have to say, he's fucking delicious.

I may have only ever been on the receiving end of blowjobs, but I know enough about the mechanics of how this works. I unlock my jaw as much as I can and slowly work my way down his hard cock, curious to see how much I can fit in my mouth.

I get about halfway before I have to pull back, take a breath, and go again. I reach the same point I did last time, and nope, that's as far as I get.

I continue taking him in my mouth, managing to go deeper and deeper each time.

The first time his cock hits the back of my throat, I freeze up and feel like I'm going to cough. So I pull back and jerk his saliva-coated dick a few times, working my way up to taking the plunge again.

The next time, it's a littleless bad.

By the fifth or sixth time, I've gotten used to the sensation and have my gag reflex under control. The internal alarm bells triggered by the unknown intrusion wane, and after a few minutes, I'm able to take more of him. Not all the way down like I'd like to, but tantalisingly close.

If I'm moving too slow or doing a totally shittastic job at my first crack at blowing a dude, Muir isn't saying anything. In fact, the only sounds coming out of his mouth are a chorus of softmmmsand breathyyeahs.

"That's so good. Oh, yeah…Fitz."

Hearing him moan my name goes straight to my cock, and I leak a giant glob of pre-cum all over myself.

"Can we swap positions?" I ask, wanting to try out something I find really hot.

"Of course. What would you like?"

"Lie down on your back."

He does as I instruct, swinging his leg over me and lying back down on his side of the bed. This is one of my favourite positions to receive head in, lying on my back with the girl between my legs.

Except this time, I'm the girl.

For a moment, I worry that it won't work, but as I spread Muir's thighs apart and get into position, the look of pure joy on his face tells me there's a good chance it probably will.

I run my lips over the head of his cock again, and whoa, the change in position was a brilliant idea. Being on top of him gives me more control, and with my mouth already properly stretched, I'm able to take him all the way down to the base in one smooth slurp.

Huh. Turns out I'm a deepthroater, after all. I'll make sure to add that to the special skills section of my resume.

"How does this feel?" I ask.

"Great," he replies with a smile, finding my eyes. "You're a natural at sucking cock. Who knew?"

Pride fills me. "I've always been told I've got a big mouth. Glad to be finally putting it to good use."

I pick up where I left off, falling into a natural rhythm, my hands, mouth, and tongue working together in what I'm hoping is a perfectly applied combination of pace and pressure.

I've always wondered whether women actually enjoy giving blowjobs. I mean, it's such a male-focused act that sometimes with my girlfriends, I worried they weren't actually getting anything out of it themselves and that they were doing it simply to fulfil some sort of implied responsibility.

But now that I'm going down on a guy?

Fuck. Now Iknowthere is as much pleasure in giving as there is in receiving. Every whimper Muir makes, every thrust and rock and jerk of his body in response to something I'm doing, every time my name spills from his lips on a throaty moan,mybody comes alive.

"Getting close," he grits out, his hands landing on the side of my face, urging me to slow down.

I ease off to give him a momentary reprieve before finishing what I've started. But he's got other ideas.

"My turn," he says, smacking his lips.