A life-changing high school blowjob [MF]

Disclaimer: some details have been changed for anonymity’s sake, but the plot and events are all true.

In high school, I was a quiet kid. I was generally well-liked and good looking but never had enough confidence to talk to girls. I hung out in the outskirts of friend groups. My only contact with girls was when I’d get set up for awkward dance pairings with girls on the outskirts of their friend groups. But there was one thing I had in my figurative back pocket and literal front pocket: a big ol’ cock. (Look at my past posts if you want a visual)

I went to a large private high school, so there wasn’t just one “it girl” but a dozen of them. Absolute knockouts. Volleyball players with asses that made my friends and I drool. Girls that went on to model and became trophy wives. But there was one who I’d crushed on for years: Jules. She was a model student who ended up at an Ivy League school and is now a lawyer. Speech and Debate, Newspaper, and star of the soccer team. A blonde, 5’6” spitfire with perky B cups and an ass sculpted from years of soccer and vanity. She was the type who worked hard, took no shit, and got what she wanted. And speaking of wanted, she also had a vicious rumor following her: she liked big cock.

She’d had two serious boyfriends in high school, both of whom had BDE and rumors of their own following them. Most of us didn’t take it seriously…but a rumor will follow you for all of high school, especially one as juicy as that. My friends threw jokes around that “her holes were wrecked” and “she’s a size queen…” yada yada yada. It didn’t stop me from lusting after her, even though I never thought it would actually happen.

I was one of the better lacrosse players at our school. Not much of an achievement since we weren’t very good. But since we’d made the playoffs for the first time in school history, the stars of the team were interviewed by the school paper for a story. I was looking forward to it as it was yet another reason to skip class, but also that I might catch a good glimpse of Jules’ perfect ass while in the newsroom. But when we got there, my heart jumped right into my throat–Jules was the one conducting the interview.

I immediately went red and got real nervous, but played it off as regular public speaking fear. She called me and my teammates over to some desks, and she took her place on a teacher’s desk in front of us. She was wearing a skirt just high enough to show off those legs that were toned from all her athletics. I’d just seen Bad Teacher and she was starting to make me feel the same way I feel when I look at Cameron Diaz sitting on her desk. I don’t remember too many specifics save for one interaction. Jules had been asking personal questions to each player, and it finally came to me.

She smiled at me and said “cspplt, you’re facing off against *rival school we almost fought earlier,* do you think the bad blood will boil up again in the playoffs?”

I was caught off guard. “Well, we’re not going to start anything with them and don’t want any more suspensions, but we’ll hold our ground if they start shit.”

“Oh, so speak softly and carry a big stick?”

Jules smiled coyly at me, maybe just out of appreciation for her comment that, in retrospect, was the smoothest thing I’ve ever heard, but it went right over my head. I’m still not sure for certain if it was intentional, but I like to think it was.

“Yeah, something like that.”

The interview finished, Jules and I had a little conversation after where she was flirty, but I left without a number. (again, in retrospect. I had no idea what I was doing. Dudes are dumb.) But that night, she sent me a Facebook message asking if I was going to the party at a mutual friend’s house that Friday. At this point, I was starting to get it. Even though I wasn’t much of a partier, of course I said yes. At this point, I was freaking out wondering if this was it. I was a virgin and never so much as kissed a girl, and now one of the hottest girls in the school was coming after me? My mind was racing and I wondered if she had heard the rumors…

Lax is one of many sports at this school with a locker room, and, as is the theme in this story, rumors get around. A teammate had caught a peek of me changing once and commented on my size. At the time, I was really embarrassed by it, so everyone latched on and created a nickname–Richie, brother of the nickname Dick. There’s no easier way to get a nickname to stick than acting like you don’t want it. Even though it didn’t leave the field, I wondered if she knew about my nickname and if the rumors about her size obsession were true.

In the days leading up to the party, I watched “instructional” videos like it was my job. I’d never had a kiss that was more than a peck. I’d had a fantasy of eating pussy but didn’t know the first thing about it. The only thing worse than not hooking up with her would be fucking it up bad enough for her to tell her friends about it. Rumors are brutal. It took forever for Friday night to roll around. I went to the house party with my friend Jim, who’d also been invited. Since I had practice in the morning, I told him I’d drive. I didn’t say anything about my suspicions with Jules, however. I thought there was still a chance I was reading into it all wrong and didn’t want to put the cart before the horse. Plus, I knew he’d never let me live it down if I was wrong, and quite frankly, I still thought I was. She was out of my league, especially since I wasn’t even in a league to begin with.

As we pulled up to the party, we knew it was going to be a short one. Even at 10:30, there were already over 100 people there. We estimated we had an hour tops before it got shut down. To me, this meant one thing: find Jules ASAP. Unbeknownst to me, it meant something else to Jim: only an hour to get blackout drunk. As soon as I walked in, I was accosted by friends that were drunk and drunk friends. This turned into a Kafkaesque nightmare for a chronic “yes man” like me. It took me nearly a half hour to even make it to the backyard where I still found not Jules, but Jim, already hammered and puking in a corner of the backyard. He had, by the looks of it, drank on an empty stomach. And he fessed up that he pregamed the party by himself. Ugh. I decided to call it quits on finding her and commit to getting him home to his unforgiving parents. As I was stewing in my frustration over Jim’s choices and how I’d missed my shot, I heard a familiar voice.

“Hey!”

I turned and saw Jules skipping over to me. She had on a tight, sky blue crop-top and leggings that left nothing to the imagination. But what caught my eye first was her bright red lipstick, something I’d never seen her wear.

“Oh hey Jules, I’d been looking for you!”

“Me too. Sooo the cops just showed up and are breaking this up…would you mind…driving me and my friend home?

I stopped. Of course, I was going to say yes, but I didn’t know how to interpret this. Did I just get friend-zoned? I didn’t have time to overthink. “Yeah sure, lemme just get Jim back to his place too, he’s kinda a mess.”

“Aww you’re so sweet! And thank you. I owe you one.” With another coy smirk, the same from the interview. Again. Right over my head.

We left in my 2004 Ford Taurus, Jim in the front seat, Jules and her friend in the back. Jim only lived a half mile away, but getting him back was no easy task. Jules ended up holding his head out the window as he covered the door panel with six bucks worth of Burnett’s vodka and Mountain Dew. Sexy, I know. I got him home and through his front door and made him his parents’ responsibility. Jules lived in the same neighborhood and closer to Jim than her friend, so I assumed I’d drop her off first. But I heard her voice from the backseat:

“Drop her off first.”

I can’t argue with that.

The whole ride over, they kept insisting what a good friend I was. This wasn’t Jim’s first rodeo, nor was it mine. Conversation drifted toward whether he had a problem, but we got to her house before we decided. Jules got out to give her friend a hug. When she got back in, she got in the front seat next to me. She leaned over and put her hand on my knee.

“You’re such a good friend, thank you so much for all this. Is there any way I can repay you?”

Her hand and gaze lingered. If this wasn’t it, I didn’t know what it was. I summoned all the liquid courage from the one beer I drank, closed my eyes, and leaned in. I met her lips a lot sooner than I was expecting. Evidently, she’d leaned in too. Her lips were so soft and warm. I tried to follow her lead, but in her tipsy state, she didn’t leave me a lot of room to learn. She was moving faster than I was, and soon I felt her tongue on my lips. Desperately wanting to implement the findings of my research, I bit her bottom lip, which made her let out a little moan. With my confidence and pants growing, I moved down her neck, which made her let out an even longer moan. But as I kept going towards her tits, she stopped me. Oh no. I’d gone too far. I looked up at her when she gave me that coy smile that made me realize this had been her plan all along.

“Let’s drive somewhere more private.”

Easiest decision I ever made.

We drove around and found an unlit street where we parked and turned off the car. She started climbing into my backseat, so I followed. As I was trying to wiggle between the seats to get to the back, she noticed the bulge in my pants.

“So…the rumors are true?”

Holy shit. She knew all along? I tried to play it cool but she knew.

“What rumors?”

“Oh c’mon…you know…”

She put her hand on my thigh and started rubbing it, slowly moving towards my cock. I thought I was going to rip my jeans right there.

“I don’t know…maybe, I guess…” She smiled and leaned in to kiss me again, moving her hand up until she found my cock begging to break out of its denim prison. I felt her smile while she kissed me.

“Damn, they are true.”

Thank god for rumors. I couldn’t help but think how the tale of my sexual awakening was going to play like a porn plot. People had always told me sex isn’t like porn, but so far, it’s been pretty close. She unzipped and unbuttoned my pants with one hand like a pro. I was praising past me for jerking off that afternoon, otherwise I might’ve came right there. When she grabbed my cock, she pulled her lips away from mine in surprise.

“Woah.” That’s…big.”

She took off my pants and boxers for a closer look. Her eyes widened as she looked up at me.

“Wow. That’s like a nine-inch cock right there.”

I would’ve corrected her and said it’s only 7.5”, but my mind was absolutely blank. I was watching the girl of my dreams fawn over my cock like a porn star. I couldn’t believe what was happening. All I could muster up was a groan. She moved her head down into position, stuck out her tongue, and licked from the base of my cock all the way to the head. The sensation of her hot breath on my cock almost made me pass out. I was in heaven. She repeated it a few times, before all at once taking it all in her mouth at once and pushing down until I was deep in her throat. At this point, I nearly blacked out. I must’ve moaned loud because she took her finger to my lips to tell me to be quiet. But I saw that coy little smile again, and I knew she actually loved it. She wrapped her lips around my cock again and started bobbing up and down, going almost all the way down on my cock. She was an absolute expert. To this day, it is still one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever received, and she was only 18. I opened my eyes to watch her and saw that she was looking up at me as she took my cock deep in her throat. I was so turned on that I almost came right there. I pulled it out of her mouth so I didn’t cum in the first minute. She smiled and put my balls in her mouth, sucking on them while she stroked my cock. Well, that was it. I began to moan and barely managed to get out “slow down I’m gonna cum.” But instead of slowing down, she took me back in her mouth and sped up. I lost control and came harder than I’d ever came before. She kept me in her mouth as I shot a huge load down her throat. I thrust in her and heard her gag a little. She kept her mouth on it until I’d shot my last drop of cum, then swallowed it all like it was a shot of Malibu. Holy. Shit. If I thought I was speechless before, I was even more speechless now. I couldn’t even begin to find words. Finally, after an awkward silence, I whimpered “thank you.”

She laughed. “No, thank you. Can you drop me off now? I’ve got to be home by 12.”

I obliged. I drove her back in comfortable silence. We didn’t know what to say, but every glance we exchanged was of blissful high school hormonal lust. I kissed her goodbye when we got to her house, and asked her “do you want to do this again sometime?”

She giggled. “Sure!”

I’m not being hyperbolic when I say that this blowjob changed my life. In the weeks and months following this, I became more confident and outgoing. Maybe it was just an internal shift, but I felt that people looked at me differently. Rumors, like clockwork, flew around the school again and I experienced newfound respect from peers. Jules also single-handly shifted my turn-ons from things like cuckolding and femdom to cock worship and rough, dominant sex. I’ve got a few more Jules stories I’ll share if enough people liked this one :)

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