Gay Sugar Daddy

11

"Did you imagine I was a guy just now?" I ask when we're already lying on the bed.

Though instead of sleeping outside, we agreed it's better to be inside tonight, after the whole incident two hours ago. The floor is still covered with his cum that I coughed out. He decided to leave it for his housekeeper to clean it tomorrow. Sorry, Margo.

"Would you be mad if I say yes?"

"Figured," I shrug. And when I turn to him I realise he's already looking at me.

"Are you mad?"

"Do I look mad?" I flash him the sweetest smile, because honestly, I'm not. Not even the slightest. I totally understand it's not his fault. He's incapable of choosing who he's attracted to.

But yeah, I do feel offended. A bit. I'm a female who can't make a cock stands, of course you'd be offended too right? If you're perfect like me.

"But I really am sorry about what happened. I mean the cum-in-your-mouth thing. I won't do it again."

"It's my first time that's why-"

"Your first time?" He's definitely surprised with my confession.

I nod, "I thought I could handle it but it's too urghh."

He laughs, "Tell me about it."

Shit. He's gay. Of course he has his fair share at eating cum too. So I laugh along with him, "Bet you handled it better than me."

"Not that much better but at least I swallowed the whole thing during my first time." Can't believe I'm comparing notes with the perfect guy I want to marry.

Correction. The kind of perfect guy I want to marry. Because I don't do relationships with my sugar daddies, aside from this professional one.

"I seriously wanted to swallow yours because I've tasted you when I was licking and stuffs so I thought, hey I can do this, but when you shoot it in my mouth, the warmth and how thick it is, combined with the saltiness, urghhh-" I gag again remembering what it felt like an hour ago which he sits up immediately, rubbing my back.

"I'm okay." I tell him once I stop coughing. He nods and removes his hand from my body.

"Do you do it every time you give a blowjob?" I ask him when we're both sitting on the bed, facing each other.

"Do what? Eat cum?"

I nod.

"Most of the time." He answers casually, like it's nothing out of ordinary.

"You're impressive." I am truly fascinated by this particular skill.

Perhaps my face shows how high I think of him, he smiles as he adds, "After some time, you get used to it."

"I guess," I shrug, "Are you a top or a bottom?"

Obviously he's a top. The way he fucked my face, oh my God, he's a fucking top. Top top top.

"I'm a switch."

"There's a switch too?" Excuse me, he's the first gay guy I've ever had such honest conversation with. All my gay friends are more interested at being my stylist rather than comparing notes on how to fuck men better.

"Meaning I can be both."

"But you must've liked one more than the other..." I'm on my mission to prove I'm right; that he's a top. Or he likes to be the top.