My [F]irst time giving road head

I had always been a very innocent girl before I left for college. I didn’t experiment at all in high school, only having just lost my virginity the summer before (a rather anticlimactic event), so when I left for school out of state, I was dedicated to filling my life with new experiences.

It was a few months into my freshman year. I was living in a shared suite with three other girls.
Two of them had a habit of smoking weed every so often (mean, hey, it’s college – isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?). I partook once or twice, but I was never too into it because my tolerance was super low.

Whenever they would run out, however, I was always the one who volunteered to “pick up.” My roommates were all slightly afraid of the guy who we bought from; he had this tall and imposing figure and whenever you wanted to buy from him, he’d pick you up in his truck and drive a bit before the deal. They were worried that he was secretly a murderer and would drive girls off into the wilderness to murder.

I never believed any of those stories. I had a class with this guy, and we had even been partnered up for a project. He did look intimidating, but he was actually such a sweet guy. What my friends thought was him being creepy was just him being super timid.
His whole deal with driving to a new location to sell stemmed more from his anxiety at being caught, as campus was usually cluttered with security guards.

I actually began enjoying our short rides with him when my friends sent me to buy. We’d talk about our day, he’d tell me about whatever crazy strain my roommates wanted, and then he’d drop me off.

One afternoon, after having just gotten back to my dorm, my roommates ambushed me with another order. While tired, I agreed, mostly due to the fact that they would not leave me alone until I agreed.

I texted my friend asking when he was available. He responded almost that he could pick me up ASAP. My roommates were excited – he had never been this punctual before.

A short bit into the drive, I could tell that something was up. He wasn’t as talkative as he usually was. He had a bit of a distant look on his face, and his music of choice today was much more morose than what he regularly listens to.

He asked if we could make a quick detour, and I agreed. He pulled off onto a dirt road, parking his car just out of sight from the main road back into campus.

After a second of us sitting silently in his car, he pulled a joint out of his pocket.
“I know you’re not super into it, but do you mind? I’ve had a pretty shit day.”

I told him I was totally fine with it, and asked him what was going on.
He began to explain, between puffs of smoke, that he had just been stood up by a girl he had been talking to. No text, no call, just ghosted fifteen minutes before they were set to meet up.

As I listened to him talk about his feelings for this girl, I realized that I couldn’t pull my eyes off of him. Though I didn’t know what it was at the time, he had inadvertently hotboxed the car, and I was slowly getting a contact high. While it probably wasn’t bad enough to be an issue, my super low tolerance meant that I was feeling the effects hard.

I don’t know what came over me, but I grabbed his hand and asked him if he wanted a blowjob. He was a bit stunned for a second, and initially refused, stating that I was high and didn’t know what I was saying.

He was right – I didn’t really know what I was saying. I had never given someone a blowjob before, but my roommates had given me a tutorial on how when they learned how innocent I was.
But in that moment, I became overwhelmed by the urge and all my prior inhibitions faded. I hadn’t had the chance to try until now, and I was eager to try.

I assured him that I wanted to do this and I leaned over the armrest, giving him a kiss. I could taste the smoke on his tongue, and it just turned me on more.

I reached down and felt the bulge I had been eyeing from my seat. For a timid guy, he got up pretty quick. I could feel it getting bigger and bigger the more I teased him through his jeans. He tilted his chair back a bit, giving me a bit more room to work with, and I slowly unzipped his pants.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. He was tall but kinda skinny, so I had underestimated the weight of his package. But cradled in my hands was a beast – and it was still getting bigger.

I had never felt a stronger lust than in that moment. As my lips wrapped around the head of his dick, I could feel him shudder. His seat moved further back, angled in such a way that he had a complete view of me. I looked up at him looking down at me.

He raised his left hand to take another hit of his joint, and I could feel his right hand slide to my lower back, then up to my head. The smell of the smoke and the taste of him seemed to send me into a frenzy, as I apparently began really getting messy with my head.

My roommates had put together this long How-To guide on blowjobs back when we first moved in together. They just couldn’t reconcile with the fact I was a complete novice in that regard. One night, while we were all drinking together, my friends sat me down and gave me all their combined tips.
“Make sure you’ve got a lot of spit – it’s fun for nobody if you’re dry.”
“Run your lips up and down his shaft and kiss his head in the same motion, he’ll go crazy.”
“Use your hands while sucking to get some extra friction going.”
And more than I could remember. We talked all night long.

And I was trying my best to put each of them to use.

I don’t think I heard him warn me about his orgasm. I was too lost in my own head and realized too late as my mouth filled with his cum. Without thinking, I swallowed his whole load. I was stunned for a second – I had gone from never having given a blowjob to a certified swallower.

He had thrown his head back and was panting pretty hard. When he finally looked down at me, he ran his hand through my hair, pushing back the strands that had fallen onto my face.

I sat back up and readjusted myself. He pulled his pants back up, and we awkwardly looked at each other for a moment, before he started laughing. “I didn’t know you were into that kinda stuff.” I admitted that I didn’t know either.

I checked my phone and had five missed texts from my roommates. We had been gone for a while now, and I’m sure they were wondering if I had been murdered. I let them know I was alright, and that we’d be heading back soon.

We headed back to campus, but when I went to pay him for my friends, he refused, stating that I had paid him “in other ways already.”

My roommates, while happy that I wasn’t murdered, were stumped by why I took so long.
I was too embarrassed to tell them, but I think they figured it out on their own.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qdptmm/my_first_time_giving_road_head