My college years were some time ago and it feels like I need to start writing out some of these stories if I don’t want to lose the memory of them completely. Every one of these stories is completely true to the best of my recollection. You will know they are true because I am usually the fuckup of the tale.
In the late 1980s, I shared a loft apartment with three other dudes several miles from the university. It was above an old clothing store on the little college town’s main street, and it was perfect for parties. It had a big open floorplan with a door that opened onto the roof, and we’d invite dozens of people over to party with us. Mostly girls, of course.
One night at a particular party there was a girl no one could take their eyes off of, holding court in the kitchen and the guys all schooled around her like piranha. She had a deep tan, dark curly hair that draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing the perfect hip-hop outfit: A man’s blazer worn open over a black lace pushup bra and a pair of trousers she wore just below the waist. Total Fly Girl, and she was looking to pair up for the night. Because of that fact, everything she said was super funny, and every guy wanted her to know it.
Then there was her friend, the kind of girl you know she kept around so she could say she wasn’t shallow. Her friend had put on the freshmen ten and then kept going a bit. Dressed in a plain sweatshirt and jeans that did nothing for her. She had blond hair cut very short, and she was sitting in the corner of the apartment by herself, nursing a glass of wine and holding a volleyball in her lap for some reason.
“Hey, that’s my ball you’ve got there,” I said. She looked down at it and looked back at me and kind of grinned.
“You want it back?” she asked.
“No, no,” I joked, “I think my ball looks much better in your lap.” She started to giggle a bit. “Plus, it’s not like I haven’t handled it plenty already!”
With that, I sat down on the floor across from her and we started to talk. Turned out we had some friends in common, which is how she scored the invite to the party and brought Fly Girl as her plus-one. She also brought her brother and his buddy along, and they were happily talking with Fly Girl.
Keeping the joke going, we started rolling my ball back and forth between us, commenting on how big and smooth it was. As we did, I noticed that, like a lot of big girls, she had an amazing rack, one so big her shirt couldn’t hide it. And I was drunk and horny, and it was a party, so I asked if she wanted the tour.
The loft was huge, and the back door opened onto the roof, which then adjoined the roof of the next building over. Once I had her away from the party and out in the night air, I moved on her and she responded in kind. I started kissing her and slipped one hand under her shirt to grab onto those enormous titties. She ground her crotch into mine and it wasn’t long before I was hard as a rock. She pushed me back against the outside wall of the apartment, near the kitchen window. We slid down low and she unbuttoned my jeans.
“Hey,” I warned her, “Fly Girl might be able to see us out here.” If she cared, she didn’t say anything, and immediately went to work bobbing her mouth up and down on my cock, sucking it like a pro.
Something about the danger of getting caught that night has stuck with me to this day. She’d look up and through the window every so often while she slobbed my knob. I was getting very close to climax when she suddenly stopped.
“Oh shit. I think my brother’s coming!”
The brother was a big guy, probably a head taller and a foot wider than me, wearing a big ol’ cowboy hat. He could fuck me up bad. She started to walk off and I fastened up quickly, hoping to avoid the appearance of anything. She made her way back to the party while he came out on the roof for a smoke. My erection was pinned up by the waistband on my jeans, throbbing hard, and primed…
“Hey, want a cigarette?” he asked me.
Sure, I started to reply and all of a sudden… I shot my wad up into my shirt. And it was a big one! I came so hard! Thankfully it was dark, but I let out a little noise and my body shook visibly.
“You okay?” he asked.
I thought one up fast. “Yeah, just a sudden chill. I should’ve grabbed my jacket before coming out here.”
And so I shared a beer and a smoke with the protective older brother of the girl who blew me on the roof, all while my own jizz was cooling against my stomach.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/slhhbc/interrupted_bj_with_unusual_consequences_mf
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Another good one! Great story, and great writing. I’ll never look at a volleyball quite the same again. :D
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