That time I [F] seduced my geeky virginal housemate [M] with a blow job and turned him into a sex god (long read)

Just read this underrated [post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dohcks/mf_girlfriend_showed_inexperienced_guy_how_to/) on this sub about a girl “teaching” her inexperienced friend how to fuck while at university. One of those hot but wholesome stories which took me back to my own experience at uni of introducing my geeky housemate to sex.

Me at the time: 21, continental girl who’s come to the UK to study. My housemate (“James”): 22, reserved engineering student from the English countryside.

Context: we both moved into a flatshare at the start of term. There were four other housemates and none of us had known each other prior. James’ room was next to mine. I quickly discovered his dark, sarcastic, intelligent sense of humour and was drawn in by it. He only used the kitchen to make tea (he didn’t cook, or even eat much to be fair) but if we overlapped I would sometimes follow him up to his room and we’d chat over tea. He got in the habit of leaving his door ajar, so anytime I walked past I’d poke my head in and ask how things were going. Eventually I was inviting myself in every afternoon or evening. I’d sit on his bed while he sat at his computer and we’d chat about random shit.

We started to know quite a bit about each other. He was 22 but had never even kissed a girl, though he was half in love with at least two of his female friends. I was 20 and pretty uninhibited. I had under my belt a one-year relationship, a FWB arrangement, various flings, and several one-offs. But during the timeframe I was getting to know James, I actually didn’t have anything on the go.

One night, almost two months after term started, I ended up in his room later than usual. I’d been out at a lame house party and had come home around midnight. I noticed the light in his room was on and as I walked past I heard him call out. “Hey, good night out?”

I came in and sat on his bed. Somehow this time, he ended up sitting beside me, instead of at his computer. Up to now I had not found him attractive at all: he was deathly pale and super skinny, didn’t care for fashion, and his unstyled light-brown hair was more befitting of a middle-aged office worker.

But now that I was closer to him, other features stood out to me, and they did not repel me — quite the opposite. He was 6’1”, with big hands and feet. Next to my slim 5’4″ frame, his body didn’t seem so bony or slight. His eyes, light blue, radiated warmth. His lips were full and had a well-moisturised look… “kissable” struck me as an apt descriptor.

I guess being in closer proximity triggered something in him too, because things got flirtatious. We were talking about being stressed with coursework and James joked that we should give each other massages to unwind. I agreed. He went first and his touch was stiff. I knew it was nerves. He probably hadn’t expected me to take him up on the offer. Still, I liked feeling him.

Fast-forward a few minutes and I suggest we swap. He lays on his front and I start to press my hands into his back and shoulders while kneeling by his side. Minutes later, I decide I want to test out a more intimate approach, so I straddle his back. I hear him gasp. “Ohh… That’s nice,” he mutters.

Letting my weight fully rest on him, I continue kneading his neck and shoulders. I can feel him relaxing and after ten minutes or so I ask him to turn over. He does so but looks at me sheepishly. I glance down at his jeans and notice a massive bulge. “Sorry,” he says. “It’ll go away.” *But I don’t want it too…*

I ask James if it’s ok for me to have a look. He’s shocked I can tell, but also excited with anticipation. He nods. I unzip him and pull everything down in one go. Holy shit, he has the biggest cock of any guy I’ve ever been with at that point (and I reckon he’s still Top 3). It shoots straight up, has a thick shaft and it’s circumcised, which means I can see the engorged head, beautifully glistening with pre-cum.

I need this meat stick in my mouth so badly. After touching it a little and hearing his breathing change, I just go for it. I lean over and start licking his cockhead and he grunts. “You sure…?” he murmurs.

“Please?” I shoot back. Our eyes meet; he sees the glint of desire in mine and knows I’m serious. *Yes, James, you’ve just won the sexual jackpot.* I grin before engulfing him in my mouth halfway or so. He lets out a moan and holds his breath. As my tongue swirls across his glans and my lips wrap around it, he lets out the air with relief and satisfaction.

At this point he lays back and I do my thing. I start off sensual then pick up the pace. I don’t try to deep-throat (it’s an as-of-yet undeveloped skill) but occasionally bring him into my mouth beyond halfway. I rest my hand on his base and start jerking him in sync with my sucking, occasionally taking a break to stroke his balls.

“Gonna come,” he grunts after a few minutes. I bring him deeper into my mouth and bob up and down furiously. It feels like a reward to feel his virgin dick shoot all that warm thick cum into my mouth and down my throat. Not a single drop is wasted.

We both lay back and laugh. He’s spent. Tells me it felt “fucking amazing”. We cuddle and while facing each other, he leans in. I guess it’s kind of funny that I’ve just swallowed his load and we’ve not even shared a kiss yet. He’s not the smoothest but not the worst. I dig those lips of his and resolve to help him improve (and he will). But I also know that my focus with him will always be pretty single-minded: his big gorgeous cock.

And that’s how a four-month FWB arrangement started. The next day we hung out and James offered to eat me out. Of course I let him, but instructing and guiding him through it was not the most exciting thing. When it comes to head, I get most turned on by confident, experienced muff-divers who bury their heads in my crotch and take me straight to heaven for five minutes (if it’s good, I don’t last long).

James was hesitant and driven not so much by enthusiasm, but by a gentleman’s desire to reciprocate. He was not a natural pussy-eater and I didn’t need him to be. So although I did eventually come from his amateurish licks all I could think about was his cock inside me.

I sprang up, asked if he had a condom and within seconds he was rolling it on. I could tell this is what he’d really wanted to progress to all along. Knowing it was his first time, I let him pump my pussy in the missionary position until he blew his load inside me. But for round 2 I got him to explore different strokes, different pacing and different positions (I love doggy, for example, as it’s so hot to touch myself and come while getting pounded from behind, and he was a natural at it — whenever eye contact was minimised, this reserved geek could suddenly tap into an animalistic, dominant side which I found incredibly hot).

Fucking James turned out to be really something. Our bodies were so in tune, that to this day he’s the only guy with whom I’ve managed to have simultaneous orgasms nine times out of ten. Aside from that very first time, he actually had great control. He could read my body exceptionally well, so as he sensed me get close, he would build up too. And once I started coming, my spasms would trigger him and he’d blow his load in me. “Intense” doesn’t begin to cover it…

Living together provided such a convenient outlet: I would blow him like a pro and he’d fuck me like a pro pretty much on the daily. I also got him to fuck my ass once but he was a little too traditional to get into it (he just didn’t find the idea appealing). Shame, but I respected that. He got me a dildo for Christmas so I could take care of any additional needs, which won him lots of brownie points.

Unfortunately the arrangement fizzled when he started to talk up our romantic potential and made it clear he expected exclusivity. I really really *really* liked him, but didn’t want a relationship. The downside to living together is that, yes, it was awkward for a while. I still wanted him, but knew that if we kept sleeping together it would mess with him emotionally. I’d love to say we stayed friends, but we didn’t. (He graduated at the end of that year anyway.)

Aside from the sex itself and all the good memories created, my experience with James taught me a few things. One, I am a bit of a size queen. He was my first big cock and it fit so snugly as well as being aesthetically and psychologically enticing. I knew that if a guy were ever to have this type of asset it would majorly count in his favour (although I enjoy dicks of all sizes fwiw).

Two, I can’t judge sexual compatibility on the basis of someone’s looks or my immediate attraction to them. This realisation made me more open-minded and I’ve had some amazing connections with people that I probably would’ve swiped left on had I seen them in an app.

Three, I love giving head and a fundamental for me in any long-term relationship or arrangement is that I get to fulfil this desire. My one relationship at that stage had been with a guy who didn’t like blow jobs and it was seriously frustrating. I just love giving too much and a partner coming in my mouth is a really satisfying experience.

Four, guys can certainly improve how they fuck but some guys are just naturals. It’s like they have better instinct about how to fuck you the way you want. Or maybe it’s down to how two bodies fit together, or the complementary nature of two people’s physiology. Either way, experience isn’t always the determining factor in whether someone will be a good fuck.

TL;DR: my geeky inexperienced housemate turned out to have a massive cock, which I found out about by giving him an unprompted blow job. He also turned out to be exceptionally adept at fucking and for four months I was lucky to have him stuff my mouth and pussy pretty much daily.

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