I'm trying to get around to asking Candy for the use of her strapon so I can get some practice before trying to complete my ordeal of self-abasement.
"Well, I don't think I've ever seen Cocksucking 101 on the night school curriculum Of the Dupage JC. You'll just have to learn like all us mere mortals, by practicing.
"That's where you're wrong I hope. If you'll let me borrow Little Charlie, I hope I can strap him on and get trained by an expert."
"Who...? Oh, Rondella the lady-fella."
"Don't call him that."
"Why not? It's his stage name. He dances and sings at The Baton Show Lounge."
"Really? And how would you know that?"
"Marcy has some lady-boi friends who took us there once, just to see what it was about. It was a blast. Rondell's picture was on the wall, dressed as Rondella. He's quite convincing in drag."
She makes me feel like I'd been missing out on life while I spent so many nights in the dance clubs, but she loans me her toy, insisting that he doesn't have a name and would not ever be called Little Charlie. I take him with me to my next dance lesson.
"Good, Sugar. Very good. We still need to work on that pirouette, but that's enough for tonight. We don't want to overtax those ankles."
"Thanks, Rondell. Um, I'm hoping you can help me with another kind of training."
Rondell is a slightly taller slender guy. He's flamboyantly gay, but we only see each other when were dressed in dance training cloths, so he's never really looked feminine to me. He's some kind of mixture of Black and Hispanic and maybe some Asian, but he mostly looks like a light-skinned Black. He's from Biloxi, Mississippi and has a rich southern charm to his speech.
"You can ask, Sugar. I'll let you know if I can."
"This is kind of embarrassing, but I don't really know how to suck a guy off and I kinda have a good reason to learn."
"What? You just put it in your mouth and pretend your mouth is your a..., uh, your vagina."
"Rondell, be real. If somebody came in here and said they wanted to learn how to do the Foxtrot, would you tell them to just start moving their feet? If I wanted to dance at that level, why would I be here?
"Um, you got a point there, Sugar. But I'm not sure how I can help you."
"Well, I assume you know a little something about the subject. I was hoping you could demonstrate what you would do on this." I pulled the strapon out and Rondell started laughing. I start laughing, too. We shared a lot of sexual innuendo through the years and our hands and other parts have touched just about everywhere on each other's bodies, but I suppose this was kind of abrupt. "Hey! This isn't funny. If I ever want to be able to please a special guy. I'll need at least an intermediate level of skill with a real one of these. Can you help me?"
"Sugar, you know I'm always up for a new experience, and since you and I won't be competing for the same guys, I don't mind sharing my techniques, but it ain't as easy as holding a dildo up to my mouth and going down on it." He mimes doing exactly that and we're both laughing again.
"Well I was planning to wear it while you demonstrate. I'll try to act like a guy, but you'll need to coach me there."
Rondell starts laughing again. "Me? Coach anybody on how to act like a guy? Shee-it girl. This is gonna be fun if we can keep from laughing too much."
I see his point and start laughing again. When we both stop, I say, "We'll work together on that part. I don't think I need to be that convincing as a guy. Can we start tonight? And um should I be naked for this."
"Sure Sugar, I got an hour to kill. You can get nekkid if you want, it won't affect me, even with you wearing that thing. I mean, I know you're beautiful, but I'm just immune to what you got."
"Thanks Rondell."
I start stripping out of my clothes and he surprises me by also stripping out of his.
"Um... Rondell, what if I'm not immune to your beauty." I'm half joking, but he does have a male dancer's body and that is what I like to see.
"Oh, Sugar, don't worry." He lifted his limp dick and let it drop. "It takes two to Tango. You know it's just the way we move don't you. You're the only woman that I dance with that I can say this about. We don't get ready for each other, like when I dance with my man. We just get ready to get ready, because our bodies respond to the rhythms and the movements we see each other doing. That's one of the reasons I insist on teaching you both the woman's and the man's side of the dances. It gives a greater appreciation for what we'll see. But, even as beautiful as you are, and even wearing that, if you ever got me beyond ready to get ready, you would be the first."
I smirked at his confidence. To be honest, it was a little disturbing that I had no effect on him and I wondered if I could do anything to change that. "Sounds like a challenge."
"Well game on then, girl," he laughed. "Okay, Dude. Now the first thing we have to do is discuss position. If you stand there like that and I get on my knees like this, that will feed your dominance fantasy. It's even more powerful if my back is against the wall and you can pin me against it with your cock. But with a cock that long, you could really hurt my throat.
"On the other hand, if you're sitting or kneeling, I can crawl right onto that cock and take it all the way in. That's how sword swallowers do it. They line up their throat and swallow at just the right time. You got to pay attention to the curvature of the dick. If it curves up, you got to..."
Rondell goes on filling me with all kinds of technique and I soak it up like a sponge. I'm surprised by how the hand work and small details like sucking on his balls are what really separates the novices from the higher levels. He demonstrates a deep throat and he tells me how to minimize wrist fatigue and neck strain and sore knees until 'the point of no return', when I'm supposed to know 'the volcano is gonna blow'. He tells me that when I get to expert level, I can delay the eruption by stopping and starting a few times and then 'go for the lava'.
"Okay, Rondell. About that. What then? Do guys really want you to swallow?"
"Some do, Sugar, but I'll tell you what I've never heard a complaint about. I take the first blast in the mouth and the rest in the face. If I get cum in my hair or a nice pearl necklace, ain't no boy gonna complain about that. You just remember to keep stoking until it goes dry and then suck it in one last time to show him you're a cock-hungry bitch. That's how you get a satisfied customer with a happy ending."
"Okay, thanks for that. I think I've run out of questions. I would sure like to practice on you. Can I do anything to wake your snake?"
He tells me about prostate massage and tells me it usually works on guys who can't get it hard. He guides me through lubing two fingers with my own juices and inserting them into his ass. I expect to find a turd there or something, but he's clean as a whistle inside. I find his prostate and start massaging it and his cock rises. I'm able to keep it hard with this technique, while I try to swallow him down. His cock is about 8 inches long and thin enough that I doubt I would feel it inside my cunt, but I am able to swallow over and over after I master my gagging. Try as I might though, I can only get him close and not get him over the edge.
"Looks like it ain't gonna work, Sugar, you got me right there, but you just don't look right to me."
I pull my fingers from him. "What if I got behind you and gave you this processed meat?"
Rondell laughs, but he puts a big glob of spit on the dildo and gets into the doggy position. I push it into his ass and I immediately feel a tingle in my pussy. Candy told me that she almost never comes when she uses it, but I like the sight that I'm seeing and the sense of control that I have. I position it down low so I can get some stimulation on my clit. I grab onto his hips and start to stab into him over and over with my blunt little sword.
"That's it, Sugar. Don't talk. Just grunt. Low like a pig." He starts to stroke his cock with his hand.
"Uhmf, uhmf, uhmf, uhmf..." I grunt into him until my thighs start to burn, but I find myself right on the edge when he says, "Give it to me hard now, I'm gonna come." I ram in another three strokes and he comes, followed quickly by me. I keep jamming into him as he moans out his lava. My groin actually feels like I've pumped something out of it and I love the feeling. I ease down and pull my faux-cock from him and we start to laugh. It feels good to be his first.
He normally only charges me half price when we're both learning a dance, but tonight I pay him double. He protests, but I stop him with a kiss on the lips and say, "Thanks for being my first piece of ass." We both end up giggling as he locks up the studio and walks me to my car.
So now I've got some experience, and I've sort of accomplished the goal Carlo gave me, but I don't feel like I've completed the humbling I need. For one thing, I didn't make him come from the BJ. But he's also not interested in straight sex with me. If Rondell is sort of like Gina, someone I admire, I feel I need experience with another guy who is sort of like Candy, someone I just took advantage of.
Thinking of Gina reminds me of the night with her and that's when I remember Xavier. I really do owe him for getting that jerk off my back that time. I talked the cops out of arresting him and my threat of pressing charges against the jerk kept him from pressing charges against Xavier, but I know that wasn't enough. The jerk sued him and the club and their insurance company settled out of court.