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Monday, November 3, 2008
The Blowjob
Now it's time to tell you about the gay blow-job.
It was my first blow-job - the first one I got that made me cum. The only one a guy did on me.
I don't want to make a big deal out of this.
I was walking home from a theatre after a double bill - I had missed the bus. A car pulled up and a young guy asked if I needed a ride to campus. I thought I recognized him as a fellow student, but didn't know his name and didn't have any classes with him.
I got in, happy not to have to walk the 2 miles back to the dorm. He began to talk about his girlfriend, and how she wouldn't have sex with him.
I told him I knew the feeling. He said just a blow-job, it wasn't really sex. Maybe she would get to like it. A good testing ground.
I agreed with all of this. I'm naive.
Then he asked me if I ever got a good blow-job. I hadn't had any blow-job of any kind at that point. Only casual tastings by my handful of partners.
He said, as safe as milk, if I'd like him to let him try on me.
I liked the guy, and he wasn't intimidating at all. I said no way, and he said he'd stop as soon as I stopped liking it.
I insisted that I wasn't interested in that.
He said that I didn't sound that convincing. He wondered if I would prefer to do it on him.
I told him no, I didn't know how. He admitted he wasn't an expert either. So I think I was inadvertently choosing to let him try it on me.
We pulled into an alley, and he leaned down and very carefully undid my pants, and fondled my genitals, which got very hard in his hand very quickly.
There was a moment or 3 there in which I was not making any decisions.
His mouth felt very good, and for the first 2 minutes I told myself as soon as my curiosity was satisfied I'd ask him to stop.
He gently stroked my balls while he put my cock into his mouth and licked. Quietly and attentively. And I soon came, and he licked most of it off my prick and his hand.
I felt good - then cold and shamed. He drove me home.
I wonder how it would have felt to have gone ahead and blown this stranger in his car instead.
I've never had another gay experience. I never wanted one.
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