Before college I was a total mouse. I’m a petite, shy, quiet girl. 100 lbs, very little tits, barely an ass. I looked like Winona Ryder’s plainer little sister. I wasn’t allowed to watch MTV and had a parental block on my websites I could visit.
The only boyfriend I had in high school only wanted to kiss, he’d even knock my hand away if I tried to touch his bulge in his pants. So yeah, turns out he was gay. He told me at our prom and we danced to a Faith Hill song while he cried.
I couldn’t wait to get to college.
I had big plans for my independence. My roommate was a party girl, lucky for me, and she found a group of second years with a handle of coconut rum on our third night there. Coconut rum made me drunk enough to tell everyone I wish I had x-ray vision just because I want to see everyone naked.
“I want to see all those nice bouncing cocks and tits that are around me all the time!”
One guy really liked that and he took me back to his room.
He was nice and handsome and he was the owner of the coconut rum. We made out a little while on his bed but when he got up to get naked he didn’t come back. He sat in his chair. I took off all of my clothes and looked at him.
His cock was standing straight up and beautiful. I’d never seen one in real life before. It was thick and big and cut. Even all these years later, I can still picture his dick and its straining hardness.
I fell out of his bed and crawled to it. “Can I suck it?”
He nodded. I bet you’re surprised.
I’d always wanted to give a blowjob. I’d practiced on cucumbers and my toothbrush and my hairbrush handle. In no way did any of those prepare me for the real thing.
First of all, it’s both hard and soft. What is that? And second of all it tasted better than any of my practice “cocks.” Sort of sweet and salty at the same time. Human, alive. I licked up and down it first and he liked that. “Just tell me if I’m doing it wrong, okay?”
He nodded again, speechless.
I kept licking until it was all glistening and then I started to actually put it it in my mouth and suck. He let out a little moan when I did that.
“Good?”
He was like a bobblehead. I kept it up, getting further down it, then coming back up, making sure to get it wet and sloppy like I’d read guys like in magazines. “Don’t be afraid to make a mess, guys like mess,” cosmo had told me.
I could get it all the way into my mouth and down my throat and keep it there for a while, slobbering and sucking all the time, and he loved that.
The only thing he didn’t like was me reaching between my legs to play with my clit. “Focus on me, okay?” I got that.
It was hard for me to focus though. I wanted to lick his balls too, and suck on them, and I loved licking the spot at the base of the cockhead, it made him convulse like crazy. I was kind of playing with his cock in my mouth and he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of me.
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah, it’s good,” he said.
So I kept going.
I sucked his cock for 3 and a half hours. I didn’t know that regular blowjobs don’t usually last that long!
What finally got him to finish was letting him hold my head and sort of thrust a little while I sucked on a little more than half of it.
He spurted all over my face and down my throat, and I laughed with real happiness, at how much there was, how much he was moaning, how surprising it all felt. It was pulsing for a long time, I didn’t realize that pulsing meant he would explode.
Here’s the other thing I didn’t realize: his second year apartment had a weird window configuration. It was like a plus sign, and I was presented in perfect profile at the base of the plus sign, visible to anyone who might pass by.
I turned my cum covered face away from his still dribbling cock and saw a large group of people gathered and clapping.
Yeah, like half of campus saw me suck this guy’s cock for hours. And if you weren’t there, you heard about it.
People pointed me out to each other for the rest of those four years. I did what I could. I embraced it. I sucked a lot of cock in college. I didn’t set out to be known for my blowjobs, but I think it’s still what people remember about me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10ai2jh/becoming_known_around_campus_for_the_first
Yeah – post history checks out, too.