After lurking on this sub for quite a while, I figured I oughtta commit some of my own personal stories to text and share with you, as well as taking the opportunity to relive them myself.
Back in high school, I spent a lot of time in a tech class that focused on entry level music production. Most of the students joined the class because the teacher was a well known pushover, and would give everyone an A for showing up. I saw it as an awesome opportunity to take advantage of cool equipment and software that I didn’t have access to at the time. Generally speaking, I was not popular. I was a good looking kid, but lacked an abundance of confidence at the time and mostly kept to myself.
There were a few of girls that I would flirt with in class. I suspect at least one or two of them did it for their own entertainment, and not for my benefit. However, there was one girl, Tara, who I felt was a little more serious. Tara was cute, soft facial features and a gentle smile, with a fit, youthful body. She was in good shape, with nicely apportioned features. We would find each other in close proximity fairly often, and truth be told I was pretty oblivious to her subtle advances.
Anyway, fast forward to the week of graduation. It was customary at the time for the senior class to camp out somewhere, woods, dunes, some rich kids backyard, and get shitfaced before we walked the following day. The day of the camp out, we had spent some quality time in an isolated office space that was rarely used by students or faculty. I noticed Tara was edging closer to me, which I quickly ignored and assumed was incidental. We went about our business, finished our work, and left the privacy of the office without incident. If I knew then what I know now…
That night, a large group of us decided on a camp spot and secured the countries finest cheap beer. We hiked out into the woods to meet another group already at the location, fire roaring. I proceeded to set up a tent, which was actually a luxury that few others had. Most intended to just sleep on the forest floor, I guess.
About an hour in, a group of girls arrive, and among them is Tara. We nod in acknowledgement, and carry about our independent conversations. My buddies and I do our best to consume the case of shitty beer, all the while largely oblivious to Tara or any of the other girls at the party.
Finally, people are starting to pass out around the fire, and I decide it’s time to retire to the tent. I climb in, zip up the flap, and begin to doze off.
Some indeterminate period of time later, I am gently roused to the sound of the tent zipping open. It’s dark, so I’m unable to see exactly who it is at first, and drunk enough that I’m not especially concerned. As I open my eyes, I see the outline of Tara’s face as she slides into my halfway zipped sleeping bag.
Without so much as a word, I feel Tara’s lips against mine. She’s gentle, and slips her tongue in my mouth as my hands begin to roam down her side, across her ribs to her hips. Our kissing becomes more impassioned, her teeth trapping my lips, saliva wetting our teenage cheeks. I find my hands slowly tracing into her pants, then quickly down her panties, as I impatiently search for the slit of her pussy. My fingers navigate her trimmed, but coarse pubic hair, as they manage to part her lips. Her pussy was soaked, and the juice was thick and sticky. My fingers poked and prodded unimpressively in her for all of a couple of minutes before she stopped me abruptly, pulling my hand away as she pushed her face down towards my waistband.
Still now, not a single word spoken since she entered my tent, Tara hungrily snatches my cock from behind my waistband and slides it into her warm, wet mouth. The first audible noise of the exchange is a groan that escapes my mouth, and a slurp that announces the presence of her lips on the head of my dick.
She then dutifully goes to work. Tara consumes me, setting a predictable and consistent pace with the bobs of her head, her hand working in tandem in an effort to extend the depth of her mouth. The slurping, and sounds of the saliva lubricating her hands, surely had to be audible to the rest of the camp. Her breathing escalated, mine mimicking hers, until I could feel myself close to exploding. With a deep breath, I slipped the fingers of both of my hands softly into her curly hair, my palms conforming to the shape of her head. I applied light pressure, guided her movements, and unleashed a powerful explosion of cum into her still dutiful mouth. I shot rope after rope of mid to high velocity jizz right into her throat, Tara never slowing or stopping her pace as she gulped it down.
Tara continued to suck me into her mouth, draining me completely and cleaning all but her residual saliva from my cock. And then, still without a word, she left the tent to return to the remaining group of her friends.
I followed suit and immediately shared the events of my experience with my buddy that I had arrived with. That night, we never spoke, and we never addressed that situation with each other.
***This is one of many stories I have, and is definitely one is the tamer ones. I’d love to create a bit of a catalog of my favorites so that I can revisit them myself. Let me know if it was enjoyable and I’ll take a crack at another one!***
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/im9za4/eve_of_graduation_blowjob_mf
Liked it give it ago but if i may try to make the two into a couple