I can remember the coolness of your bedroom. Dark. End of the hallway. Like it’s own private oasis, waiting for the primed young man’s imagination. Only tonight, there was nothing left to imagination. Tonight, you whispered, shyly, into my ear, “I have a present for you, you know, for your birthday. But, you have to follow me, it’s in my room…” Nervously, I follow.
My mind racing as the short hallway turned into a mile long. What was in her room?? Do I truly BELIEVE there is “something,” or should I follow the wonders of my mind, that this truly may be what’s about to happen??
We step into the dark room. I am greeted with the usual smells of her, only this time, they’re intensified by the adrenaline running through my veins. Marc Jacob’s “Daisy.” A citrus scented soy candle. The smell of the orange Trident stash you keep in your nightstand. The subtle smell of “reds” on your hoody.
I stand, awkwardly pretending to search the room for my present. You turn and jump onto your ridiculously tall bed. It’s silly, really, how tall it is. However, it told me one thing…getting in this bed, with its throw pillows and oversized duvet, was a commitment. A commitment that said once you’re in, you’re in for a while.
You slide to the far side and pet the vacant spot closest to me. “Come here,” you instruct. I climb up and lay back. Planned. Awkward. You lay on my chest and say the one sentence in my life that has caused one of the greatest awakenings in my soul.
“I want to suck your cock for your birthday. I want to be the first girl who makes you cum, not on your own.” You say.
“Well, that’s certainly a gift! Are you sure?” I ask nervously. You answer this last question by pulling at my thick leather belt and unbuttoning my Levi’s.
I raise up and strip down. Nervous. Awkward. I’ve never done this with anyone, though I’ve been eager for “that day” to come.
Already growing, you take my cock and bring it into your warm, wet mouth. Your hands rests just at the base as you build your speed. I have no words, only primal moans. The most natural expression of pleasure.
My hips rock as you build speed. Your hand trails your mouth, making for the greatest feeling I’ve ever experienced. I feel it rising. I can’t stop it. “I’m about to cum,” I warn. You go faster. Deeper. Massage my balls. It is now apparent that you fully intend on ruining me. Ruining this “good boy” persona I have carried the first 18 years of my life.
I go over the edge and you slow your pace, milking every drop from my cock. I shiver. Shake. Rock.
“Thank you for that,” I tell you as I look down. Then, as if I couldn’t have felt more trusted and cared for, I see you looking up at me, my thick white cum pooled in your tongue. You close your lips, smile, and I watch as your throat opens and swallows my load.
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