The first blowjob I [F] ever gave

So, to preface this post, this happened when I was 18, during my freshman year of college. I had never dated anyone in high school, or anything, and hadn’t even had my first kiss until this guy came into my life. Let’s call him “A.”

“A” and I met on an online dating/hook-up site. I was very naive at this point, and was looking for a real relationship. Having had no prior experience with guys, I failed to pick up on all the signs that he was more interested in a casual fling.

The first time we met in person, I was back home for Christmas break, and he came over late one night to “watch a movie.” He and I spent the 2+ hours of the movie making out on my parent’s couch, and I felt like I could just keep going and going. After the movie was finished, we said our goodbyes, and “A” went on his way.

Still thinking that we were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, and this was the start of my first real romance, I texted him that night saying I’d had a great time and something that implied that there was something more serious between us. He messaged me back saying he didn’t want me to get my hopes up, and I probably stared in bewilderment at my phone for a good 5 minutes before I realized what he was saying. I got mad and didn’t talk to him for a few days, which he probably didn’t even notice, honestly.

Jump forward to New Year’s Eve: I was hanging out with a couple of friends at one of their houses. We were drinking, dancing, etc. Both of my friends had vastly superior knowledge of sex compared to me, and being around them always increased my desire to “catch up,” as it were. So, drunkenly, I decided to text “A” and make him a proposition: I needed someone that I could fool around with whenever I felt like it, knowing that it would never turn into anything more. He agreed, of course.

Skipping ahead a month, or so: “A” and I had now fooled around a few times. He would come over to my dorm room maybe once a week to make out. It was all fairly innocent, because I was so shy and nervous around guys at this time in my life, that I refused to let him get under any of my clothes. Lol, poor guy. (Not that poor, though. Because, oddly, despite the fact that I didn’t trust him touching me, I quite liked touching him.)

After meeting up maybe four times, and going a tiny bit further each time (but ultimately nowhere), “A” was practically begging me to give him head. It was toward the end of one of our sessions, and he eventually straddled my chest, pulled out his dick, and asked me to please “just kiss it.” Looking back, he was definitely a little pushy, but I didn’t really mind. I’d been fantasizing about giving him a BJ for a while, and he’d been desperate ever since I’d confessed to him that I didn’t have a gag reflex.

Acting like I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, I finally raised my head up and gently placed a kiss just under the head of his cock. I stared at it for a moment, in fascination. His was the first dick I’d ever seen in real life, especially right in front of my face. He was about 6.5-7 inches, with average girth. It seemed perfectly suited for everything I’d been daydreaming about, and I felt my body respond to the sight.

Deciding that I didn’t want to stop, I slowly placed a few more kisses along the underside of his shaft, marveling at how soft and silky the skin was. I wanted to feel more of him. Not sure what I was supposed to be doing, I took his head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. “A” made a small noise in the back of his throat, and I looked up to see that he was staring at me with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, full of desire. An intense jolt of pleasure surged through me as we made eye contact, and I closed my eyes and moaned around him.

I took more of him into my mouth, and I began to suck on him in earnest as he started slowly thrusting in and out of my lips. I heard the pace of his breathing pick up, and it turned me on so much to know that he was enjoying himself. I tried to remember any tips I’d gleaned from reading magazines, but the only thing that came to mind was something about treating your man’s cock like a popsicle or an ice cream cone.

Inspired, I drew him out of my mouth and licked the underside of his shaft all the way from the base to the tip. I did it slow and deliberately, and was rewarded with him taking in a sharp breath of air, and looking down at me with widened eyes. I had surprised him, and I loved it. Feeling more confident, I gave him a little smirk and a few more licks. He reached down and tugged on my hair- which to my surprise made me super fucking hot- and plunged himself deep in my mouth, to the back of my throat. I slid my hands under his shirt and dug my nails into his hips, drawing him in as deep as I could and sucking rhythmically on him. “Fuck,” he growled, as he finally had proof that I hadn’t been lying about my gag reflex.

He started pounding into my mouth, and a strangled moan rose from my throat. Looking up at him, I saw that his eyes were clenched shut and his lips were parted. It was the first time I’d seen that look of sheer pleasure on a man’s face, and I found myself disappointed that I wasn’t able to reach around him to slip my fingers inside myself. Instead, I reached up and scratched my nails down his back, and that finally seemed to do him in. He gave one last thrust and a long, low moan, as he shuddered and shot his hot load down my throat. I swallowed it down, shocked that I actually liked the salty taste.

I wasn’t ready for the night to end, but unfortunately, right after “A” had tucked his dick back into his jeans and zipped them up, my roommate walked in. He still had both his knees on either side of my chest, his crotch above my face. Mortified, I slapped both my hands over my face and turned towards the wall to avoid her gaze. All I could hear was silence from behind my hands, and then I heard my roommate cough. It sounded like she was trying to cover up laughter. Thankfully, she was really chill, and just grabbed something from her desk and said she would be downstairs. After I heard the door to our room click closed, I finally uncovered my face to see “A” still above me, with a smirk on his face.

I walked him downstairs to the entrance of my dorm, and we said goodbye as he walked through the doors. I knew that would be the last time I’d see him, as he’d finally gotten what he wanted. But I was okay with that, because honestly, I had used him just as much as he’d used me.

I heard from “A” a few months later, when he tried to spark things back up between us. He said he’d been thinking a lot about my mouth, and wondering what more I could do with it. Part of me was flattered, and gratified to know that my first BJ hadn’t been terrible for him. I turned him down, though, as I had my eyes on someone else at the time, and just wasn’t interested in him anymore. But I will always remember that first time.

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