Funny you should say that.
Sir came to visit me in early October for a weekend (yes, that’s where we are in the timeline now) and when he arrived, I sucked his cock in my living room. He’d always liked to tease me about sucking other guys’ cocks, and had jokingly dubbed the last summer kind of a slutty summer for that reason. To this day, he makes me blush by telling people that I’d made good use of my free time over the summer.
But, anyway, I was on my knees in my living room and his cock was out of his pants and in my mouth. Sir started chuckling and rolled his hand through my hair, pulling it lightly to make me look at him. “Now, who taught you that?”
I blushed and didn’t respond, continuing to suck his cock.
“Look who’s been getting so much practice.” He mussed my hair. “You’re getting a lot better at that.”
I pulled back from him, “would you stop teasing me?” He pushed his cock back into my mouth, and when he found I didn’t gag, held it there.
So, moral of the story? I don’t know. Maybe it’s not the worst thing in the world. Practice makes perfect.