I looked up and saw his cock now dangling over my face, looking quite a bit larger from my relative perspective. "Do a good job and you'll get some more." He rubbed my dick then started scooting forward. "That really works, doesn't it?" He asked and I laughed and said yes. Ryan lifted his head and looked over at me. I couldn't imagine anything feeling so good. Ryan slithered his tongue around my penis, working his head up and down in a slow rhythm and I was just in heaven. Back when I was eighteen and feeling it for the first time it was a mind blowing sensation and I figured out really quickly why something that seemed so gross could be such a popular move in lovemaking. When he does this to me now that's it, I'm his. He slipped my foreskin down and ran his tongue over the exposed head of my penis and that's when I almost leaped out of my skin. But then I felt his tongue trace its way up my shaft and I gasped once again and even though it was still wet and gross it also felt really good and my erection swelled. Admittedly at first it was exactly as gross as I had imagined. I felt the warm wetness wrap around my cock. Ryan leaned over me and took it into his mouth. He rubbed my stomach and teased my boner with a single finger. Part of me wanted to say no but part of me wanted to go ahead and try this adventure and that part won out. He had a good one going too and that prickle of dread came again as I contemplated where it was going. He was as hot as could be and I quickly got an erection. I looked up at Ryan, also in his birthday suit. Even the spanking didn't have dread in my anticipation. It was my first experience where dread was part of the mixture of feelings I was going through. I was a little scared about this, wondering how gross it would be, wondering if I could tolerate it. So one evening after class I once again found myself being tied up spread eagle on the floor, naked and stretched out between the good anchor points we could find. He reasoned that if I could survive our experiments with me having my ass paddled red that this couldn't be that big of a mountain to climb. And he did manage to finally talk me into it by appealing to my love of trying intense new sexual experiments while tied up. And while he knew I really didn't like it - at least I thought I didn't, he really wanted me to give it a try. Ryan however was getting a growing fascination for it. I was learning and discovering new sexual delights but that was one I just had no interest in giving or getting. That opinion hadn't changed much by college. Even thinking about it would gross me out. (I wonder how many of us got our worldly education that way :) ) When I first discovered what it involved I was absolutely repulsed by it. I would first learn that oral sex was a thing and learn what exactly it was thanks to some White House shenanigans during the Clinton years. But one of my most memorable adventures during this exploration was the first time I performed oral sex. We also experimented with spanking which he discovered he had quite a liking for. He would dangle me on that precipice for a maddening length of time before finally getting me off. Edging was the first technique we discovered in our sexual exploration and Ryan did find delight in working me up until I was right on the edge then leaving me teetering with no means for release. We started experimenting with various sexual games and playful teasing that could be done while I was in this predicament. Ryan was quick to indulge and while he wasn't exactly turned on by bondage, he wasn't turned off either and he found it kind of fun to have me tied up naked and helpless.
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I had more than a few fantasies of being tied down with Ryan free to do whatever he wanted to me. Normal sex was plenty of fun but I did have a few kinks screaming to be let out. It wasn't long before we started trying new things either. I would start daydreaming and then I'd catch myself slipping into a fantasy and try to drag my brain back to the topic while telling my groin to slow down and wait until we got home. Particularly if I was listening to a rather dry lecture. I kept up with my classes but it could be a real distraction. Toward the end of the day I would be bouncing my foot on the floor and trying not to think about what I wanted to do once we were back home. Very quickly we were sharing a bed and at that early honeymoon stage class became a kind of torture. After our very first sexual encounter things changed. College was going to be a fun ride once Ryan and I discovered each other.