More Buttah!

I lovingly refer to my boyfriend as Dean in this blog. This is the story about how that pseudonym came to be.

When we first started dating we were fairly randy. If my backside presented itself to him at any occasion he would grab it and then grind on it. If it happened to be in a secluded or slightly secluded or barely secluded spot then he would pull down my pants and pleasure me with his hand or dick. This is all well and good. Until it gets interrupted… leaving him with blue balls and me with a very wet underroos.

We were sexing it up in the garage (nothing novel about that) and a friend, AJ, came for dinner. We seem to have this problem often (A Comedy of Errors). This time the garage door did not open and we managed to get dressed and outside with minimal problems.

We sat down to dinner and begin to eat. Aj and I on one side of the table and Dean sitting adjacent to me. Dean loves to hold hands. It is quite uncommon for him to go anywhere or do anything without reaching for my hand. Throughout dinner we were holding hands on and off as eating permitted.

About half way through the meal, AJ received a phone call that she needed to take and she left Dean and I to our own devices. Having been deprived of climax in the garage the hand holding quickly became my hand holding his erect dick. I was jerking him off with some verve and he started to chaff from the lack of lubrication. He suggested that I suck him off and I suggested that we use ranch dressing. After chuckling about the idea of using a condiment for lube, our eyes simultaneous alighted on the butter sitting innocently on the table. We looked at each other like two little kids who found something they knew they weren’t supposed to touch but couldn’t resist. I took a pat and melted it my hand. Then lovingly started giving him the best butter hand job of his life. This continued for about 10 minutes while AJ talked to her family in the next room. She hung up and noisily entered the room. Giving Dean enough time to pull his shirt over his fully erect flagpole and for us to both look faintly like we got caught with our hand in the cookie jar….or somewhere else it didn’t belong.

AJ sat down and began to tell us all about the happenings in the Rimmer family and I focused on avoiding Dean’s gaze and trying not to drip melted butter all over the floor since my hand was covered it in. AJ was elaborating about something and I snuck a gaze at Dean. He looked hard at me and then at his dick that he had pulled back out into the open. We didn’t say a word but silently agreed that AJ wouldn’t notice if I subtly continued to pull on his member. She was leaning back in her chair, I was leaning forward and the way the dishes and table was arranged I was fairly certain that she couldn’t see. I started slowly stroking him making sure that my upper body wasn’t moving at all. I am sure at some point I lost the subtly consideration but I continued to stroke him through the rest of the meal. AJ continued to talk and Dean focused on not groaning out loud and I gave all my attention to getting Dean off and keeping AJ talking about her family.

When everyone had finished eating, Dean was almost finished as well. Before he could shoot his load under the table, AJ suddenly stood up and started gathering dishes to put away. I have never seen Dean move so quickly. He shot up and turned around to tuck himself back in and zip up. Safety is a concern when penis skin and metal zippers are in close proximity. I was thoroughly amped up from the exhibitionist adrenaline and covered from forearm down in butter. I also cleared the table and after dinner we said a quick good bye to AJ.

As soon as I heard her car leave the driveway, I pushed him towards the couch and took out his semi-hard cock once again. I have to say that it was the most interesting blowie that I’ve ever given because the only thing I could taste or smell was butter. I love butter, but this was extreme even for me. It was like sucking down an entire stick of butter over and over again. He came in my mouth and I swallowed his buttery flavored cum. After we had taken a shower and were cuddling, he gave me a squeeze, kissed my forehead and said that I would have made Paula Dean proud.