I was 17 at the time and I was going through a rebellious anti-religion phase. It was Easter and my family is extremely religious and extremely conservative. So it wasn’t much of a choice on whether or not I was going to church. I tried to argue and I told them I didn’t want to go, but that was a waste of time.
We went to one of those Catholic Churches where you have to sing a song and it feels more like you’re a cast member of a musical than a member of a religious gathering. There was this one boy, he was 19 and in college. He was roughly 6 foot and very in shape. We were friends and we talked after church all the time. My parents used to say if I ever dated anyone like him they would disown me. And I was in a mood.
I walked over to him before the service started and said hi. He was dressed so sharp, a baby blue button up and khaki pants. I was in a flowery white dress and a flower crown. I told him to text me during the service and he said Ok.
After about forty minutes of texting I asked him if he ever had a blow job before. He said no. I asked him if he wanted one, he didn’t think I was serious. I asked him to meet me by the bathroom, he did. He thought it was a prank and I was messing with him. Put when I put my hand on his penis and shoved him towards the bathroom he knew I was serious.
He was hesitant and probably wasn’t super comfortable with the situation. But I wanted this and he said yes. He was probably just nervous being caught. We took the handicap stall (the only thing I feel bad about in this story). His penis was roughly five inches but it was the widest thing I have ever seen. It hurt my jaw, keeping my mouth open that wide. It was my first time giving a blowjob and I’ve been thinking about it for years. I used to read so much Cosmo and random dirty blogs so I can learn to give the best blow job one day. I read them all talk about how the cum tasted and I needed to try it.
He came in my mouth, and it was way thicker than I imagined, and I couldn’t swallow. I struggled for a few minutes and he told me to just spit it out. I wiped my face, smiled at him and went back to my seat. For the rest of the service I was all closed lipped smiles and head nods. And I finally started to like church.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fyluqp/i_f_sat_in_church_on_easter_sunday_next_to_my