Growing up in the Deep South, it was an expectation to date within your own race, culture and religion.
I’ve never liked rules. And I scoff at expectations.
My poor parents never knew who was coming to dinner. (But lets just say I always knew who was “coming” after dinner.) My curiosity and adventurous spirit led me to some very interesting encounters with gents from all walks of life.
There was Geoff. He was a restaurant manager where a few of my friends worked. He was very dark and brooding. No one called out sick when Geoff was there. He ran a tight ship and as much as my friends disliked him, I found his power and control a big turn on. He seemed to like me also. We began dating and on the first date, I learned that he was Jewish. I was fascinated. We talked a lot about religion. His very orthodox upbringing. His “rebellion” by dating Christian women. We talked about rituals and teachings. I was like a sponge. I learned so much from him.
And then I thought…time to teach him a thing or two…
Although he was older than me by a few years, he’d not had many sexual experiences. I feel that his upbringing had a lot to do with that. I was happy to school him in the ways of the flesh. He was a very tender lover. Very considerate. I longed for him to channel some of that power and control he exuded at work, but it just didn’t happen. He just wasn’t confident enough yet to blend those parts of his personality. But I could see a beast lurking behind those big brown eyes of his. But it just didn’t last long enough for me to bring it out. Our relationship fizzled before Passover.
There was Ki. His mother was Korean and his father American. We went to high school together and the bastard beat me out for Salutatorian by less than a point. I never saw myself dating him. He was so focused on school that I don’t think he dated much. We were always friends (and always in competition) but there was no spark. While in college that changed a bit. He began working out and out of nowhere…picked up some serious swagger. The combination of his new attitude and intelligence made me take an interest in him. We started going out. He was a doting boyfriend. Always attentive. Almost in a fatherly way. He would ask if my car had gas, if I’d done my assignments, if I’d paid my bills (and offered to pay if I needed) and always made sure I had groceries. Not that I needed any of this, but he ensured I was cared for. For him, it was a learned behavior. His mother had never worked outside of the home and his father handled everything. She was very submissive and I feel that modeled what Ki sought in a girlfriend.
And in turn, as a submissive…I made sure he was cared for. I gave him his first head. And he was blown away. He had only had missionary position sex and I opened the doors to contortions far beyond his imagination. He was such an eager student that we fucked every chance we could. It’s ironic that he tried to control my life in his own way…keeping me on task with the things I needed to do. And I controlled him in a sexual way…steering the course of what we would do next. It was an interesting dynamic. And he loved nothing more than filling me with his seed when I rode him, only to have me finger myself to taste him afterwards. Our little hot flame went out as he began testing to get into medical school. His time was consumed with his studies. But I must confess…I intentionally kept him up all night in a marathon fuckfest, the night before his first attempt at the MCAT. Retribution, motherfucker…for beating me out of being Salutatorian.
There was Umesh, my chemistry tutor. He was from India and was already arranged to marry a woman his parents selected for him. And for me, in my rebellious nature, that posed a challenge. How dare anyone decide for another person! (Again…I was naive and headstrong…I had no idea that it was accepted in his culture) So I took Umesh on as my student. We didn’t have intercourse, but we explored far more than the periodic chart of the elements. I showed him how to make me cum using only his index finger. How to exact pleasure and pain by sucking my nipples. I pleasured him manually and orally. I think I even showed him some new hand job techniques. He was always so grateful for our lessons. I am sure his knowledge served him and his arranged bride well.
And I ended up with an A in chemistry.
There were so many others I brought into the mix. My family finally began asking if there were any dietary preferences or religious restrictions when I said I was bringing home a date for dinner. They eventually became accustomed to meeting people from different cultures, so I feel I did them a great service. And I didn’t do it to rebel against them or anyone else, I was truly thirsty for knowledge and experience. I was able to learn things about different cultures and religions, intimate things. I learned that at their core, men from all cultures and walks of life seek the same things. Connection. Respect. Pleasure.
And amazing blow jobs.