My First Blow [MF] [Oral] [Hookup]

As I lay here in bed, having had a difficult day working in the ER, I scroll through my Facebook feed. I see you. I stop scrolling and feel my heart skip a beat. It does every time I see a post from you, which is rare as your hardly ever on. Your business kicked off. I congratulated you. You liked my comment and moved on. It’s been like this since we graduated college. You moved on. I moved on. I never forgot you but you totally forgot me. It’s been 10 years and I still remember the night we met. You allowed me to give you a blowjob. My first one I’ve ever given. Its as they say, you never forget your first.

Now, I see your status update as I lay exhausted having lost two lives from a car accident. My exhausted tired mind wakes up when it sees you. You celebrating the birth of your son. Your first child. I stare blankly at the screen, wondering like I always do. What would be if we had stuck together? Would that be me now? Bearing your children? Would I be having amazing sex with you every night in your giant bed in your giant home in your giant city of Los Angeles?

I turn my phone off and toss it to the unused pillow next to me. I close my eyes, feeling my heart ache. I crushed for you. I thought we could have been something. It all swirled back. To the night we met. To the night we never saw each other again. Would you call me a stalker all these years? Would I be a creep?

The memories came back. It was a Halloween Party. Freshman year for me. Senior year for you. I remember the Frat house packed, shoulder to shoulder, the stench of body odor, axe body spray, and weed. People grinding up against each other, dancing to the hardcore music as if it were a nightclub. I dressed in a cute bear onsie outfit. You had gone as a roman spartan. Shirtless, paint marked on your muscled body. The only cloths were the helmet and the robe around your waist, barley covering your tall muscled body.

I remember eying you up. Checking out your body. You cough me. My young naive self glanced away and blushed, wondering if you would just ignore it. Instead, you walked over to grab another beer. You said “Hello Beautiful” to me. I blushed. We flirted for a while, complimenting each other. Your eyes were hungry. I could tell. If I wasn’t flirting with you, you would have drugged my drink. Our flirts became sentences, our sentences became a full conversation. Eventually you asked me to take a walk. We walked down away from the frat house. Walked all the way back to your dorm room on the other side of campus. You led me to your room and shut the door. You turned the light off, leaving us in the dark. You turned on a really deep red light, illuminating both mine and your body. Your body paint glowed in the light. I remember biting my lip, hungrily wanting your body.

You approached me, removing your helmet to your costume and tossed it aside like trash. You gripped my neck softly with your strong hand as you leaned in and kissed me. I remember feeling your other hand moving to the zipper of my onesie. I heard it slowly go down until there was enough room for you to squeeze your hand inside the costume, to grip tightly at one of me small rounded breasts, my nipple perked in your warm palm.

I remember you pushing me up against the wall, hand gripping my throat tighter as you pinched and pulled my nipple from between your ring and pinky finger. Your eyes staired into mine, as if you were reading my soul. Soon your dominant voice spoke, demanding that I “Get on my knees”.

I slowly slid down the wall, doing what you asked. My body was hungry for you. You knew it. I knew it. You undid the fabric of the toga that wrapped around your waist. You lowered it, showing your semi erect cock. It was already big and it wasn’t even fully erect. I glanced up, observing your hungry eyes. You wanted to abuse my mouth, didn’t you? I knew you did.

You demanded I service you. You demanded I be a good freshie and take care of her senior. I remember gripping you. Your veiny cock pulsed lightly in the palm of my small fragile hand. I remember you moaning softly as I kissed along your tip and shaft. I remember it was my first cock ever. I hadn’t done anything other than kiss guys back in high school.

I remember you demanded I open my mouth. And so I did, only to feel you grip the base of your shaft and slap the head of your dick on my tongue over and over before pushing the tip in. My lips clamped down automatically as if it was supposed to do it. I began to suck, making perfectly sure my teeth didn’t harm you. I closed my eyes and began to suck you, swirling my tongue around your tip. You demanded that I go more.

I pushed my head down more, my lips tightened around your shaft. I bobbed my head up and down slowly, sucking you off quite perfectly as you would later call it. I opened my eyes again, only to see your head resting backwards, your eyes pointed up to the ceiling. Your body being held up by your strong forearms as you placed one hand on the wall. Your other hand met the back of my skull, pushing on it as if to tell me I wasn’t doing it perfectly. I sucked more, adding more and more of your muscle to my mouth.

I could feel your veins popping. I could feel the meat throb. I could feel your blood pumping in and out of your dick as you moaned, calling me “a good girl” and “keep going slut”. I sucked harder, applying more pressure in my mouth. I could feel your dick lengthen inside my warm orifice. Soaking your skin in my saliva. I swiveled my tongue along your base as it rested on it like a cushion. I pushed more in, feeling your tip press to the back of my throat.

I heard you give a louder moan as he picked up your phone and turned on some music. Loud techno music shook the room, the bass pumping making my chest hurt. I pushed further down as I could no longer hear your moans or your words. You were saying something as I glanced up. I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t read your lips. As for my lips, they were at your base, your whole 8 inches of pure godly meat were marinating in my mouth. I held myself there. Gagging slightly as I coated your dick in my spit.

You pulled yourself out, slapped your dick along each of my cheeks before moving backwards, sitting on the edge of your bed. I figured you’d want to fuck me now. I stood up and removed my onesie costume, leaving myself in my bra and panties. You waved to remove them. And so I did. I showed you my naked body. You were the first guy to see me bare. You checked me out, your eyes trailing up and down my body. I saw your eyes see my bush. I was a virgin. I didn’t shave. I didn’t know that guys wanted girls to shave. You gave a disgusting look about my bush and when the music ended you told me to get on my knees and keep sucking.

With displeasure in finding out you didn’t like my bush, I wanted to fuck you so much harder now. I wanted you so deep inside me and you denied me that. I stood frozen, unable to say anything as I was confused. You told me to get back on my knees and suck before you’d whip me.

I got on my knees and crawled my way back to you. You opened your muscled thighs and pushed your cock back into my face. I opened my mouth like a good girl and began sucking again. You got more aggressive. You pushed your cock all the way in, choking me on your thick meat rod. You pinched my nose and reached down, pinching my left nipple. I gagged harder, choaking as spit came out between my lips. I could feel it slide down to your ball sack. You told me I was good girl and need more protein.

I felt you begin to pump against my lips, face fucking me as you gripped both sides of my head. It wasn’t slow. It was fast, hard, and undeniably cruel. I gagged, face turning red. I wanted you out of my mouth. I gripped the cold wooden floor as your body rocked into my face, feeling your soaked balls slap against my chin. I could hear you grunting over the loudness of the music.

Eventually you grew tired of that position. You ordered me onto your bed. You positioned me so my head leaned off the edge of the bed. You stood near it, and slid your cock into my throat. My eyes could only see your feet. I could feel your balls against my nose as it slapped against it. You abused my mouth again, yet this time it was easier for you to slide in. The position allowed your dick to go deeper into my body. I reached up and gripped your thighs, tapping and slapping begging you to stop.

Then the part I remember most. The part that made me fall in love with you despite you wanting anything to do with me. You pushed your cock hard into my throat, me gaging as if felt your shaft pulsate quickly. The music ended in just the right place as I could hear your sexy moan. I didn’t have to see your O face to know you were having an amazing orgasm. I could hear you. It was so hot. It was as if apart of your soul left you.

I could feel your thick semen pumping into me. Shooting straight down my throat into my hungry stomach. I clamped my lips around you harder, sucking it like a straw to get your DNA inside me. It tasted so good to.

I felt your dick slide out when you were done with me. I gagged and coughed but I licked up lips of my own spit and the left overs of your seed. I staired up to you, wondering if you were going to allow me to sped the night. To be pushed over and fucked hard as if you were able to go a second round. But your dick began to shrink quickly. Any hopes of you going another round were long gone.

I saw you pant and move to find something to wipe your face and chest, removing your sweat that sparkled your spartan body. I remained there, moving my fingers to my pussy, feeling how wet it was. Feeling how badly my virgin hole wanted you to deflower me. Yet you glanced to me and asked me why I wasn’t getting dressed yet. You tossed my cloths at me before looking for your own. I got dressed and stood off the bed and began to write my number on a notepad at your desk. I saw you watch me do it. You didn’t seem happy about it. You drank more beer from your mini fridge and I approached you, wanting another kiss. You pushed me aside and sat down to game on your futon, turning both your TV and your xbox on. I knew what you wanted. I knew you wanted me gone. So I left. I wanted to call you a jerk but your seed tasted so fucking good. I left to my own dorm to finger myself that night.

I opened my eyes, staring up at the ceiling, finding myself fingering my wet hole over a 10-year-old memory. I kept my crotch shaved ever since, hoping you would text me one night. Asking me to come over to swallow your seed again. Hoping you’d just deflower me. That you’d fuck me with that incredible cock. Yet you never did.

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