Page 68 of The Barkeep and the Bro

I told him about last night and today in the truck, making sure nobody was around us. Amos’s jaw comically dropped to the ground.

“Holy shit,” he said again. “How was it?”

I wanted to collapse against the wall like some fucking heroine in a repressed Victorian society. Mitch had that kind of effect on me. The dude played me like a violin.

“That good, huh?” Amos quirked an eyebrow.

“Really good.”

“Better than my organic produce?”

I turned red. “We didn’t do that, though we got close.” I shared the things he did with his beard. Amos’s eyes lit up in vicarious pleasure.

“I knew he had a wild side. Mitch is a prime DILF.”

Jealousy flared in me at the thought of Amos or other guys having their turn with Mitch. Like a bout of dizziness, it came and went but felt weird.

“I...well, I’m definitely bi.”

“Oh, you definitely fulfilled that criteria.”

“But even though I have lots of sexual experience, it’s all with women.” I kneaded my hands together. “I want to reciprocate with Mitch, but I’m afraid I’ll suck at it.”

Amos opened his mouth to retort, but I stopped him.

“The wrong kind of suck. He’s been leading with everything so far, but I want to show I’m no slouch in the same-sex sex department.” I scratched my head, thinking of how best to put it. “How do I blow job?”

Amos gave me prayer hands and bowed. “The teacher has become the student.”

“Do you have any tips?” I shoved my hands in my pockets. Over the years, I had built up a repertoire of moves that drove ladies wild. I could find G-spots so easily, it was as if they were hidden objects in aHighlightsmagazine puzzle. But with guys, I was at square one.

“Do I have tips?” Amos asked with amazing confidence before drumming his fingers on the table. “Do I? I have a few. Don’t worry about trying to fit the whole thing in your mouth right off the bat. Work your way up to that. Guys like it when you stroke and suck at the same time.”

“Mitch did that. It was incredible.”

“Charlie, leverage the benefit of doing it with another guy. You have a dick. What’ve you liked in blow jobs? What you like, chances are, he’ll like, too.”

He had a good point. I was a simple man with simple pleasure. It didn’t take much to get me off. Please, Mitch could growl at me with that rough twinkle in his eye, and that’d be enough to make me cream my pants.

“I liked when he played with my nuts,” I offered.

“Good! Do that. The things he does to you are the things he wants guys to do to him.”

Huh. That was another good point. “You’re good at this. Why are you not teaching sex ed?”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t think blow job lessons are part of the sex ed curriculum.”

I shared the things Mitch did with his tongue on my head and shaft, a new wave of heat coursing through me. Thank God Amos was the type of friend without boundaries.

“That’s hot,” Amos said. “He’ll give you cues. Just follow the yellow brick road of his moans, Dorothy.”

“I just hope I’m not rusty like the Tin Man or scared like the Cowardly Lion.”

“There are people stupider than the Scarecrow who still manage to give good head. It’s not rocket science. Oh, there’s this video of a guy who I think gives good head.”

Before I could wonder if this was a YouTube tutorial, he pulled up a porn clip on his phone. It was a POV shot of a guy receiving a blow job from a hungry and willing participant. Moans and slurping sounds boomed from his phone’s speakers.

“Now, do you see how he’s using his hands as much as his mouth? How they complement each other.” Amos had his droning teacher's voice on. He pointed out the example, and I imagined this was how he talked about feudal European society in his classes.

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