My First Blow Job….

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This is a true accounting and the start of many, many more to come.

I still don’t remember how or why I knew what to do. I had been drinking big time and, on my way home, got the urge to pull over. Why did I know the spot? Why did I know that the sidewalk along Van Cortland park on Broadway was a place for men to meet? I must have heard it and stored it. I must have known then that it would useful information someday.

I was hammered and definitely should not have been driving. What an idiot. Still, had it not been for the mindset, I would never have done what I did. I can’t blame that night for starting what would be a life-style. I would have done it some other time. Being hammered is what made it excusable.

I pulled over to the curb. There was a man there, leaning on the railing, with a towel over his neck. It was after 2am. I took that as a sign—who would really be running at 2am? He wanted more. I flashed my high beams. He didn’t move. I flashed them again. He didn’t move. I flashed them again. Seriously, it went on like that until he finally came over.

I rolled down my passenger window and all he said was follow me. I remember him being a normal looking guy. I have no idea how tall he was. He had a decent face and had a mustache. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and had that towel still around his neck. He jumped into a car that was parked only a short distance up the street. I followed him to a quiet street. It was lined with apartment buildings only a short distance aksaray escort from the park and Manhattan College. I knew the street but only had been up or down it a handful of times. I never, ever, thought of just taking off. I followed him intently.

He just pulled over just as anyone else would park. I pulled up directly behind him. I stayed in my car. He got out of his and came and sat next to me. He asked me what I was looking for. I said, as though I was an expert, “head.” He rubbed my leg to check if I was hard. I wasn’t. He said, “Are you sure you’re in the mood?” I remember telling him this was my first time. I thought he would think I was full of shit, but he played along even if he didn’t believe. I sort of thought he knew I was telling the truth.

He kept rubbing my legs and asked if I was sure. I was. Before I got the word “yes” out, I reached over and grabbed his cock. I mean grab. Nothing subtle. I had never touched another cock before but had touched his as though I owned it. It was nice. It was hard. I loved how it felt. I put my hands up his shorts and he had nothing on underneath. I took his balls in my hands and massaged them. I also traced his cock with my other had and rubbed it against his soft shorts. He put his head back and groaned. I was on fire.

I dropped my head down and rubbed my lips on his cock. I followed his growth through his shorts. My hand was still on his balls as I stroked his shaft with my cheek, nose, eyes, lips. I had traced his 68aksarayspor.com cock with every part of my face. In one swoop, he pushed his shorts to his ankles. He took his cock in his right hand, pointed it up, placed his left had on my shoulder, and didn’t say another word. He didn’t have to. I was on it. As I had him in my mouth I was thinking how wonderful it smelled. It was musty but not dirty. I was thinking about how I could be doing this so naturally. I was thinking, “what would I want?” I went up and down his shaft, I licked him, put my tongue into his piss hole. I sucked on his balls. His big hairy balls. I remember being into it, but the hair was uncomfortable. Still, I did what I would have wanted.

He was patient. He would grimace and tense up when I used my teeth. He just guided me verbally. He encouraged me. “Mmmmm, yes, that’s right….use your lips. Swirl your tongue….. No hands. That’s cheating.” That last one made me laugh. It was true. I hated when a girl would jack me while blowing me. I wanted it to last longer and the hands sped things up.

He eventually started to fuck my face. His hands were in my hair and he forced me both up and down. I remember gagging and also fighting the gags back. I did put my hand on his shaft, shortening his size enough for me to take him in without feeling as though I would lose it. He shouted he was going to cum and lifted me off of him. He can on my cheek, just below my eye, in my hair, and on my chin. I just returned to my seat and put my head back. Shocked. Covered with cum. I remember thinking, and I mean this sincerely, “FUCK!!!!!!” I wasn’t freaked that I did it. I was freaked that I enjoyed it too much.

He did something incredibly hot, and I have repeated it many, many times — he wiped the cum from my chin with his finger and put it in his mouth. He did this with the rest of it, too. He gave me his towel and let me wipe off the rest of his cum.

He definitely wasn’t selfish. He dropped right down on me and unbuttoned my Levis. He got my cock out quickly and, like an expert, put me in mouth. He was amazing. I had many blowjobs from girls before, but this was like nothing I had felt before. It didn’t take long for me to get ready. I was so surprised because of the drinking. I told him I was going to cum and he just hummed. Literally, while on my cock, “mmmmmm hmmmmmmmmm.” I told him again. He hummed again. I came so hard. And he moaned again, “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” He stayed on me for a long time. Longer than I was use to. At first I was fighting him. It was so sensitive! After a minute or so, it felt amazing. He said, “let me clean you off.” I had no idea what he meant. I obviously learned how to do the same thing, eventually.

This all happened my junior year of college. It was Fall and I was 19 years old. I am 41 now and have had more encounters than I can count or remember. That first experience though, as odd as it was, is still in my head.

It is April 2009. I have never written a story before. However, I think I will write others. This took me no more than 27 minutes. I get off reading probably as much as the next guy. Truthfully, I am hard right now as I am typing.

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