26 comments/ 285824 views/ 15 favorites My First Blow Job By: luvinoral2 This is a true story of my first visit to an adult book stores movie theater and of my first blow job. I have been in adult book stores many times before, but never ventured behind the curtains. Up to this point I never had a reason or desire to go behind the curtain. That all changed after moving to North Carolina. My girlfriend at the time was a real firecracker in bed. She was really kinky and bi sexual to boot. We would always talk about our past sexual experiences. Hers up to that point were a bit more wild then mine. All this talk always came to what we liked and would like to do. The recurring theme that always came up from her was that she would love to see or hear about a guy sucking off another guy. With the idea of making her horny and happy I started pondering the idea of actually finding a way to make her fantasy a reality. I discovered a xxx bookstore in our town and went in one day on a scouting mission. I found out to my delight that they indeed did have a video booth area. With my new discovery I went back and told Liz. To say that it got her excited that I actually was thinking about doing it for her, would be an understatement. That night we had some really hot sex, with her asking me, about every 5 minutes if I would really do that for her. My response was to intensify my thrust into her. She had to work the overnight shift a few days later, so I thought it would be good to get out of the house the next day and just let her sleep. This was to be the day that I got up enough nerve to go and fulfill her fantasy. I didn't tell her anything about it, just went in gave her a kiss and told her I would be back in a bit. It was close to noon when I came up on the book store. I was very nervous and actually circled the block a few times, trying to build up my courage. Finally on the 3rd or 4th time by, I forced myself to pull into the parking lot. After parking, I got right out of my truck and went straight in, before my adrenaline quit and I chickened out. Walking in, I started browsing the magazines and dvd's, checking out who was in the store, and what they were doing. It felt like everyone in the place was looking at me, knowing what I was going to do. After about half an hour, and after a few of the customers left, I got up the fortitude and went to the counter and asked for five dollars in tokens. I took the tokens and proceeded through the swinging door. My first thought was...wow it is dark in here. I stopped right inside the door and looked at the video menu hanging on the wall, at the same time letting my eyes adjust to the new lighting conditions. I didn't know it at the time, but the squeaking of the door was a signal for all the others in the back that there was a new cock walking in. The video area was like a maze. You had to turn either right or left then go back up again. I notice at every corner there were doors that went into little rooms, or booths. some were side by side, others in the corners. I would learn later the corner booths were a bit bigger and had more seating in them. Being new and really nervous I just proceeded to give myself the unguided tour around the enclosed room of booths. When I got to the back, there were 3 or 4 guys leaning against the walls outside two different booths, smoking cigarettes, but not talking to each other. I had no idea what to expect, but when I seen these other men just standing around like vulchers circling their dinner, it made me a bit more apprehensive. I found a booth that I thought would be OK, and went in to see if this booth had a glory hole. To my disappointment there was no glory hole. Although there was a large mirror in there. I had no idea what it was about, or what it was. Not giving it much thought, I locked the door behind me and started feeding the machine the tokens. I found a movie I wanted to watch and started to pull down my pants and stroke my cock. Shortly after I put my tokens into the machine, I heard a door open and close. It was my neighbor, the booth that I shared a mirror with. I was getting into my stroking and watching some guy sucking off a good looking TV when I seen movement next to me. I looked over and seen a shadow there. I looked at the mirror a bit more closely, and discovered a button. It said something about pushing it to see your neighbor next door. I was curious but a bit self conscious as to what I might see, or who I might see. Throwing caution to the wind I sat down, pulled my pants down farther and starting stroking my cock with one hand, while reaching over to the wall and pushing my "buddy button" with the other hand. When I looked over there this time, the mirror was clear, like a window. There was a young man over there probably in his late 20's stroking his cock, and looking over at me, staring at my cock. He got off his seat and moved closer so he could get a better look at it through the window. He started to lick his lips seductively. I in turn looked at his cock, it wasn't quite as big as mine, probably about six inches if I had to guess and not really thick, but not skinny either, just right for the size of his dick. Not knowing what the protocol was I just kept looking at him stroke his cock while I did the same to mine. When I looked up I could see there was lust in his eyes. He caught me looking at him, and he motioned if he could come over. I don't know what came over me, but I just shook my head yes. It wasn't two seconds later his window got dark and I heard his door open, and shortly after there was a slight tapping on my door. Closing my window, and with my pants down I just turned around and unlocked the door. I was excited about what was to cum, so to speak, but at the same time really nervous. I had never done this before, I wasn't sure as to what to expect. Was I suppose to make the first move and start playing with him. Was I suppose to feed tokens into the video machine since he came to my booth. What if he tried to fuck my ass, or worse beat the shit out of me for being a fag. I wasn't gay, but he didn't know that, he could easily do what he wanted to me since I was in the back of the small booth and he was in front of the door blocking the way out. All my worries were for not. As soon as he was in the room, and locked the door behind him, he had me sit on the padded bench. When I was facing the screen watching my T.V. scene unfold my new "friend" dropped to his knees and proceeded to start sucking my dick. I have had my cock sucked by quite a few women in my past, and for that reason I have a hard time cumming from just a blow job, but get a blow job from a guy, well I don't know what the difference was, but I was approaching an orgasm really fast. As good as it felt, that is not what I came in here for, I came here to be the giver of a blow job. The good thing about him taking the lead, was I knew what he expected. It made it a little easier for me to get in the mood and build up the courage to go through with it. So with a do or die attitude I picked him up from the floor and sat him down. I got on my knees and started to unbutton his jeans. Was I a bit nervous? YES, but I didn't let that slow me down, as I was now more horny and hungry to taste my first cock and hopefully my first load of cum. Looking up at him, I pulled his pants down to his ankles. Instantly I got a huge smile on my face as I seen that nice cock standing up right in front of my face. Without delay I got down to work. I started by gently licking up and down the underside of his dick, occasionally licking one ball or the other on my down stroke. I was savoring my first taste of a strangers cock, and it was really good. With every lick, every nibble I began to love the taste, it was just so enticing. Sucking his cock was not just bringing him pleasure but it was getting me hotter and hotter. He was moaning softly while reaching down and running his hands through my hair. I looked up into my "friends" eyes and took his soft mushroom head into my mouth. The pre cum was kind of sweet, with just a bit of tanginess to it. I took my tongue and swirled it around the head, licking up his flavored juice. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the ministrations I was performing on him. I was getting into now myself, humming while I started to suck his cock farther into my mouth. The more I sucked him the more I was getting into it, the more i was becoming addicted to sucking a cock. I now knew why women enjoyed sucking cock so much. As I was working his hard cock up and down in my mouth, I started pumping it a bit with my hand, caressing his balls with my other hand. Working up and down faster and faster I was getting it deeper and deeper in my mouth. I was starting to slobber over it, getting it wetter and wetter. I was really starting to love sucking my "friends" cock. I was getting a bit tired from going up and down, so I took my mouth away from his dick and started licking up and down his tasty shaft. Taking my tongue I started to run it around the underside of his helmet, over and over again. He started moaning a bit more loudly now. Knowing what I like, I began using my tongue again, this time licking the little slit on his head. Up and down, in and out of that little slit collecting more and more of the pre cum leaking out. Leaving his head for just a bit, I trailed my tongue down his hard cock to his balls. I started out by licking his balls in a figure eight pattern, making sure I gave equal attention to both the right and left nut. After getting them all nice and wet, I took a chance and placed one of his balls into my mouth, gently caressing it with my mouth, using my tongue to roll it around my mouth. Switching to the other nut, I ran my tongue around it, while looking up into his eyes. My "friend" had his eyes closed and his head tilted back. I took this new nut into my mouth, rolling it gingerly around in my mouth, flicking his nut back and forth with my tongue, savoring the taste and smell of being so close to his lively hood. Having kept my eyes on his, I could tell he was getting close. His legs were starting to get a little rigid, his balls were starting to move up in his sac. I hurriedly moved up and took his throbbing manhood into my mouth. Nothing subtle here, I knew he was close and wanted to get him off. I started to bob up and down, faster and faster. Surprising myself with how far I was taking him now. Tickling his balls with one hand, and taking a finger and rubbing the male G-Spot between his sac and his anus. He started to tense, and I could tell he was about to blow. I was preparing to take my first load, to taste some other mans cum. My "friend" tapped me on the head warning me he was just about to blow. I kept going pumping his cock while bobbing up and down on it. Again he tapped me on the head, but this time to my dismay he pulled me off his cock, turned toward the corner of the booth and shot all that glorious cum onto the wall and floor. To say I was disappointed was and understatement, I had had so much fun working to my reward then he pulls it out and denies me of my just reward. He looked at me, and my new "friend" said, " dam, that was one great blow job, I haven't had a bj that good in a long time." I just looked up at him and smiled, my dick still sticking out, pants around my ankles. I stand up and he instantly slides down to the floor and starts sucking my dick again. With all the excitement of sucking my first cock, and the idea of a guy giving me a bj I didn't last long. I was nice and warned him so he could make his choice. He just kept going and let me shoot it down his warm wet mouth. What a afternoon, I received my first blow job from a guy, gave my first blow job and shot a load down some strangers mouth. What is not to like about this. From that day on I was addicted, and still am to giving a guy a blow job. There is nothing like feeling that long hard cock slide in and out of your mouth. Feeling a nice hot load of cum shooting into your mouth and then swallowing. When I got back home, Liz was just getting up, and she asked me where I had been. I told her I was out doing something special for her. She gave me one of those raised eyebrow looks, and didn't say a word. She didn't have to, I was so anxious to tell her, she didn't have a chance. As I was going on about my adventure and meeting my new "friend" she was getting all worked up, by the time I had gotten to the end she had disrobed and was dragging me to the bed. She was soaking wet, and ready for anything. We ended up having the hottest, wildest, best sex we ever had. * I hope u enjoyed this true story about my first blow job. I welcome any feedback, or if you want to share your story with me feel free to email me, and of course don't forget to vote. I have a few other "first" about blow jobs, and adult book stores, so if you like I will write those also. My First Blow Job My first blow job.... I don't know when I first became curious but knew I was for quite some time. I think it had to do with the enormous amount of pleasure it brought to me and seemed like such a cool thing to do, I wondered why women didn't seem to like it. I was always fascinated with porn. The sight of a woman's breasts sent me and I used to sneak my brothers playboy mags to look at. Mmmm. How hot was that... As I got older and discovered adult book stores and was really amazed at all that was out there. One time I was in a booth watching a video of 2 women when one kind of slid off a couch so her butt was up in the air and her partner started to kiss her ass cheeks. Then the most amazing thing happened. She ran her tongue over her asshole. I was stunned to say the least. It then continued on to the point where she was actively trying to stick her tongue in as if to French kiss her ass hole. That went on for a while. I don't remember anything else except how hot I thought it was. I tried it on my wife and at first she did not want anything to do with it. After a while and with a lot of massaging and kissing she would allow me to lick her ass hole. I found it to be truly intoxicating. I couldn't get enough!! Every time we had sex I would take the time to get her really warmed up,and I found that she would on her own roll over and reach back and spread her ass cheeks and push her ass up inviting me to stick my tongue in. To this day it is my favorite thing. Another time I was in a booth when a man came into the booth next to me. I leaned forward to see what he was watching and what he was doing. That was the first time I saw another mans hard on from 18 inches away. What a sight! I was really turned on but had no desire to do anything but watch.. His was much larger then mine and it looked so smooth. I watched him jack off for several minutes till he came. He shot a lot of cum and I could smell it. It was interesting to watch him just sit for several minutes in his afterglow of Cuming. I think he enjoyed me watching him. I left the booth and could not get that beautiful sight out of my mind. Several times while I was in a booth I would see guys stick there fingers through the hole in the wall and it took me a while to figure out they wanted me to stick my cock through. Once I was milling around outside a booth and a guy that was very clean cut caught my eye and nodded toward the booths. I went into one and he in the other. I unzipped and pulled out my cock and started to stick it through the hole. I felt him trying to stick his through to. I got down on one knee and there was enough light to see clearly. I looked at his cock from inches away. Oh my God!! I reached out and touched it and it felt warm and soft but firm at the same time. It was about 6 inches long and circumcised. I smelled it and it smelled clean as if he had recently showered. I remember getting short of breath and how the pubic hair was soft as I brushed against it. I took his cock in my right hand and very slowed stroked it and with my left hand I gently started to roll his balls in my hand. I know how much I love having my balls licked so I gently sucked a ball into my mouth. I did that for a minute and realized how much I loved it. I started to just lick his sack and it was heavenly. I pulled back and looked at his cock and it seemed it would burst as it had gotten even harder. I thought to my self, here goes. I licked the head a little tentatively a couple of times. It tasted fine so I took the head into my mouth and rolled my tongue around it. I started to run my lips back and fourth on his shaft. I was able to slide it in till his pubic hair touched my nose and lips. I loved it! As I continued for several minutes enjoying it to no end I sensed he was about to cum. I panicked and released his cock and left the booth. I hurried out of the book store afraid he would be angry with blue balls and there would be problem. I have always regretted not allowing him to cum in my mouth. A couple of years later I was in Las Vegas. I found a rather clean book store and went in. I looked around till I got a feel for the layout and then went to the area of the movie booths. I went into one and noted a hole right at the front of the booth. I put money in and the projector started. I heard someone go into the booth next to me and I started to get really turned on. Moments later on of the biggest cocks I have ever seen in person came through the hole. It was black and had to be 8-9 inches long. I could hardly breath. I reached out and took it in my hand and loved the way it felt. I got on one knee and was looking at it fighting the inner struggle of taking it in my mouth. I wanted to taste is so bad but was really scared. After several moments he with drew his cock. I took that as a queue to leave quickly and I did. That is the last time I have ever touched another man. I love women and can safely say that I am not attracted to men at all except in this type of situation. In the day of STD's and AIDS I doubt I will ever act on my urge. Most book stores no longer have booths that allow holes or enough privacy for blow jobs. I have tasted my own cum and love it. I love to keep it in my mouth as long as I can. I have ordered 2 black cocks on line. One about 6 inches and one about 8 inches. I love to simulate sucking off a guy and while it is ok, It just isn't the same. Maybe some day I will get the courage to take the plunge and suck someone off till I can taste their cum in my mouth and savor it. My First Blow Job My name is Nadia. I was born and raised to a catholic family in an east European country. My upbringing was so conservative that from the time I reached puberty until my eighteenth birthday I hardly talked to a boy other than my brothers. All my information about sex didn't go beyond the one session of the biology class about human reproductive system. Basically, that man helps woman, somehow, to get pregnant and bear babies. I admit my knowledge about sex was lagging behind the average girl who's three or four years through pubescence. I just wasn't paying too much attention to what the other girls, or even my sisters and brothers, were talking and giggling about secretively. My artistic hobbies and day dreaming took most of my spare time, and worth to mention, philosophy and psychology were my favorite classes. One Sunday, when most of the girls and boys were engaged in some activities in the church yard, I was sitting alone on a bench watching the others with a mix of social indifference and mental curiosity. Then I noticed a young man sitting alone few feet away. He was good looking. He has green eyes, clean skin, and rather handsome face. His loneliness kind of jolted me out of my loneliness, and as he looked back at me, I reckoned it's good time to start a conversation with the male species for the first time in my adult life. "Hi, is it your first Sunday...in...here..." I stammered, "I mean I have never seen you in this church before!" "I don't usually go to church." He replied, "Besides, I'm not from this neighborhood. I'm just visiting some family relatives." It turned out I know his relatives. He moved closer to me and after exchanging few preliminary questions, we got engaged in a conversation that involved religion, interests, and personal information. We wandered out of the church to the streets while we were talking, and I learned his name's Alex. He grew up in another city, graduated from business school, enlisted in the army, and he is two years older than me. I had a fleeting thought of a conflict between the army and his looks. It looked to me he doesn't look tough enough to be in the army. Anyway, a lot of young looking boys get enlisted. We met on the next two days in the presence of some of my brothers and sisters. In such short period, I was convinced that Alex is intelligent and has a sense of humor. After a couple of days, he'd to go back to his barracks. After about a month, Alex showed up in the company of my older brother, and I was taken by surprise when he proposes to me. He had to do that in the presence of my older brother according to our tradition, since my father was not alive. I figured out he talked it over with my brother before they came to see me; however, I gladly accepted his proposal, sure that love will tie up our souls. After about a year, Alex came to the end of his enlisting commitment and got a job in a shipping company, and after another six months we married. I wasn't mistaken. Alex's a loving and caring person, and we share a lot of understanding. We traveled to many countries during and after our honeymoon. Alex is also talented, and I learned many things from him. He taught me, among other things, how to play tennis, swimming, playing cards, and above all, love. Although I had no prior sexual experience, he satisfied me in bed, and he still satisfies me. I had no prior knowledge about the strength or the size of the male reproductive organ. According to what I acquired of sexual knowledge later, Alex has normal sexual powers, but I believe he has a lot of technique. His hands know its way to every sensitive spot and every sensual curve in the woman's body, and he is also a good kisser. Nevertheless, in the beginning I found that paying too much attention to my butt was little unusual. He loves to feel it, grab it, and shake it, not to mention that doggy style is his favorite position. He'd never miss the opportunity to grab or finger my butt in public place whenever no one is looking. At home Alex likes to stay naked most of the time, and he likes to see me naked all the time. He would entice me into sex two or three times a day. We usually go through all the positions during every session, starting off with me on top, riding his dick, and ending up with me flat on my tummy and Alex stretching on top of my back or cuddling me from behind, spoon fashion, after we have finished our usually loud love-making. Due to my lack of experience, I used to imitate what he does, like caressing his anus, or hugging him from behind, or mounting his back while lying face down on bed. Going down on him was to me an amazing experience; actually, it was a turning point in our life. Alex would kiss and lick my body down to my pubic hair. He could kiss between my inner thighs and my pussy, but he wouldn't really insert his tongue inside my pussy. On the other hand, he never asked me to go down on him, or try to bring his penis near my mouth, or even make any indication that he wanted that. On my part, being raised in conservative home, I never thought that there is any reason for a woman to take the male organ in her mouth. Interestingly, after about four months of marriage, it was me who took the initiative. One afternoon, after Alex took his time kissing and working up my body, he laid on his back, lifted me on top of his chest, and waited for me to ride on his dick as usual; nonetheless, I had another thought. I had a great urge to get closer to that hot puffed up thing that goes throbbing inside me, stretching its length, and gets very stiff before filling me with a pervasive hot liquid. I found myself sliding down involuntarily under the cover while kissing Alex's neck and chest and sucking on his nipples, but before venturing any further I paused--feeling that what I was doing does not conform to my cultural norms. I listened to my racing heart beat and feeling the blood rushing in my veins, pounding like hundred sledgehammers in my head, and making me feel very hot. I took time slithering down on Alex's chest towards his stomach. I felt his prick growing larger and stronger, and it was plowing in my stomach heading up between my tits. I was alert to any signal of disapproval from Alex, but I felt that he was holding his breath. Nevertheless, was I ready to stop and reverse direction? I doubt it. Once that hot rod snuggled between my tits, I became mesmerized and moving on cruise control. Then I took a longer pause, or say a rest of the nerve racking journey. I stayed there for a while, enjoying the feeling of the stout shaft twitching like a trapped animal between my tits, the soft bag at one end radiating warmth on my belly, and another rather congested two lobed head prodding on my chin. I took more time licking and kissing Alex's loins, every mound and grove of muscles of his tense flat stomach, and his belly button. When I reached the train buffer I circled around it, just nosing around his pubic hair and balls. I moved below to kiss his thighs, and I was amused when his thighs twitched. I found out that he is ticklish in the inner thighs. At that point my knees reached the mattress edge, and I crouched to stop falling off the bed. Feeling sort of guilty doing what could be something abnormal, I pondered going up straight to Alex's face and let my pussy engulf his dick in the way upward. But when I started moving up, he moved up too, propping his back with the pillows. I took it as a signal to stay where I was and refocus on what I was up to. Only then I realized that I wasn't seeing anything under the bed cover. I pushed the cover back behind my head and peered ahead to see where I'm. There were faint rays of sunlight coming through the tiny slots of the closed shutters. My sight traveled along Alex's parted legs, and I saw it on a distance, standing tall with a glittering spot on its top, like a single street lamp post at the end of a blind alley. I kept my eyes on it and started crawling forward on my belly. When my head reached Alex's dick I kissed the shaft. It was searing hot. I went past it with my face and ear and trapped it between my neck and left shoulder. I rubbed my left cheek on it up and down, feeling the smoothness and tenderness of its skin. Before I reach out to hold it, I felt it boiling inside. Alex groaned loudly. His whole body went very tense, and a fountain of hot liquid erupted on my cheek and shoulder, messing up my hair and the bed cover. I had a mixed feeling of astonishment, awkwardness, and guilt. I buried my face in his belly, and held his legs tightly. I might have thought that he'll take off and fly. It took him few minutes to stop groaning, but his body bucked a couple of times with couple spurts of cum, then he went completely limp. Suddenly, he grabbed my armpit and jerked me up with such violence unknown to him. I thought that he was going to beat me up, but he brought my face close to his face. His lips literally, shot forward and grabbed my lips. He sucked my lips so intensely that it hurt me. I thought that he will wipe out the lips from my face. After few moments, looked to me like hours, he let go of my lips, looked in my eyes, and said, "I love you." Then he went back quickly to suck my lips. When we finished kissing, my lips were swollen and hurting. We were both emotionally exhausted, and I collapsed on his chest. After a while, I thought Alex was falling asleep. My curiosity was killing me. I kind of wanted to see what happened to that violent animal I was so close to catch minutes ago. I wanted to kiss Alex, but my lips were badly swollen; so I just moved my mouth and nose on his cheeks and neck several times, then I let my body slide down to his left side keeping my head on top with my right cheek on his chest, looking towards his groin. It was there, coiled like a sleeping cat. I moved my hand on Alex's stomach, and I saw that animal stirring in its sleep. When my hand drew closer to Alex's pubic hair his dick craned its head up. I kind of expected it to turn its head around and look to me. I pulled my right arm from my side and placed my whole right side across Alex's stomach. I was looking closer to the now rampant dick and getting ready to resume the unfinished job. Having Alex's head behind me and his dick in front of me, I was kind of looking to his dick as a separate entity. I petted the head then moved my fingers with great care along the shaft. I found out that it is not as strong as it was during the first encounter, but it was noticeably hot. I cupped the soft bag in my hand and encircled the base with my fingers, and it swayed with a little poke from my index finger. I directed it to point strait towards my face. Slowly, it grew longer and bigger. I moved my head closer, and the dick's girth became stout, and the head started to pop up, kind of meeting my challenge. I paused for a moment, weighing the gravity of the action I'm going to take. Then, I made up my mind. I moved my fingers through the folds of the soft skin of the warm pouch at the base. Then I extended my tongue gingerly and I had my first taste of the liquid oozing out of the single eye. It tasted thick and pungent. Another pause, and then I extended my lips forward and gave it a kiss. That was enough to stir it up to its full erection; so it pulled away from my mouth. So, I had to draw closer with my body and raise my head to meet that animal's head. I pressed on the shaft to lower the head down and lowered my mouth on it. I held it with my lips and rotated my tongue around the sleek and slippery head. I kissed the flared circle of the head. I ran my tongue along the shaft up and down, and I worked with my mouth, nose, and cheek on every part of that arrogant creature. At that moment, feeling that I had tamed this wild animal, I started to pay attention to the presence of the owner, Alex. He was very quiet, other than moaning softly, and I could hear different sounds under the softness of his stomach. He was probably trying not to interrupt what I was doing, but I could feel his hand roaming very slowly around my butt. His fingers were working hard to part my butt cheeks, and his middle finger went deeper in my butt hole. Meanwhile, his right hand was working furiously on my back, tickling my spine, kneading my shoulder blades and my neck, pushing my head tentatively towards his dick. At this point I pondered what would Alex want to be done to his dick. I figured out that my mouth should work the way my pussy does, which is accommodating Alex's dick. So, I took the head in my mouth and let my lips slid down onto the shaft as far as I could go until the head hit my throat. I stayed there for a while, then I tightening my lips grip around the shaft and pulled my head back. Alex's moaning grew louder. A couple of lips strokes up and down the swollen shaft, and I heard the now familiar groan. Alex's grip tightened on my back and hip. His stomach muscles became as hard and tough as cobblestones. He arched his back, thrusting his hips up, and I felt his head and torso rising up behind me. His breathing quickened, and he gave a loud whooping cry before his dick twitched vigorously in my mouth, and a geyser of hot liquid exploded in my mouth. I kind of considered avoiding the previous mess by taking all the cum in my mouth, but it was more than what I expected and what my mouth can hold; so I had to let go his dick from my mouth, and it showered my face and sprayed cum in all directions. After he calmed down, I turned my head to see Alex's face. He grabbed my head by the hair, pulled it back toward his face, and plant a long kiss on my lips. Cum dripping from my mouth and on my face didn't bother him. He actually licked some of it while giving me the same passionate kiss he gave me before. "Did you like what I have done?" I asked. "I loved it, and I love you!" he said. For long time after that day, I kept wondering how I did that. What was this driving force that led me to go down on a man, although he was my husband. I tried, discretely, to inquire about blow job from my sisters and my friends. I found out that most of them know about it, and so many of them were doing it with their husbands or boyfriends. But for myself, I never knew about it before. I was also curious to know what Alex thought about me for doing it. Could he think that I knew about blow job? Or could he think that I may have gone down on another man before marriage? He never asked. After that day, blow job became the cream of our love-making; I would never miss the opportunity to go down on Alex, in bed, in the kitchen, in the car, at the beach, even on the train once. I would love to hold his dick, kiss it, hug it, and even talk to it; that one day, Alex joked about getting jealous of his dick. My First Blow Job.... 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 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 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 literotica probably as much as the next guy. Truthfully, I am hard right now as I am typing. My First Blow Job Online dating is challenging. You just never quite know what you are going to end up doing when you meet. I met Charles for a first date on Wednesday evening, in between my day job and night job. I was clear that if that was when we were to meet that I would only have an hour, but if he wanted to have a longer date, then we could meet for a late supper after 11 pm when I got off work. He chose to stick with the earlier time, but suggested that if we really hit it off, maybe we could meet up again for that late dinner or perhaps drinks. We met in a pretty little parkette near a gazebo in a trendy section of town. We walked, talked, stopped into a cool little bistro and before we knew it, our time was up and I had to leave for work. He walked me up the block, to a halfway point between where our cars were parked. I expected a kiss, the vibe was definitely there, but then he just shook my hand. As I was about to leave, he gave me a very intense look and held my hand for a long moment, but nothing else, so I decided to move on as I could not fathom what he was thinking or feeling and I didn't have the time to spend figuring it out. I got to work and quickly texted a thank you for the drink and snack we had and wished him well, being polite and giving him an easy out to just walk away as I took the lack of a kiss as lack of interest. My work place is a secure facility with confidentiality issues, so no cell phones are allowed on the production floor, therefore my phone went into my bag for the next three hours. When I got off work, just after 11 pm, I had 3 texts waiting - one to say he enjoyed meeting me and asking if I would join him for drinks later, one to ask if I would be comfortable meeting at his hotel bar for said drinks, and one asking if I was "pissed" at him. I texted back to say I had just gotten off work and received his texts. I laughed and asked why should I be pissed, had he done something bad that I had missed? He texted back to say he thought maybe I was upset that he would invite me to a hotel on a first date. I pointed out that it would technically be a second date, and no, I wasn't pissed as we had already discussed potentially meeting up later and due to the time of night, a hotel bar made sense since most other places would be starting to close down. After some banter we decided to meet for drinks. I quickly changed my clothes and headed off for his hotel, excited to see if we would continue to hit it off as we had earlier. He texted me while I was en route to ask if I really was coming, as if I was, he would have to get dressed as he was stark naked in bed. This text was a departure from all of our previous texts and conversations. In a lighthearted but clear way, I stated that drink did not mean automatic sex pass, so he better get some clothes on. He graciously said "too bad" and that he would get ready right away. By this time I was almost to his hotel and upon arriving, texted to ask where to meet, in the lobby or bar. He said he was just finishing getting ready, so if I wanted, I could just pop up to his room and we could go to the bar together. This seemed sensible since walking into a hotel bar alone at midnight definitely puts out the "woman on the prowl" message. I jokingly asked if I could trust that he wouldn't be opening the door naked. He said what did I think he was, some kind of perverted prick? I said, I never said you were a prick.....lol. I arrived to his room and he called to find out when the bar closed. We would have half an hour if we went down right away. He said he didn't really feel like drinking alcohol and said if I didn't as well that we could just relax, talk, get to know each other better. Apparently I am very naive, as I thought that was a nice suggestion and we might even end up sharing that kiss I had been expecting earlier. He told me later that he had every intention of fucking me when he had suggested we should stay in the room. I curled up in the desk chair, carefully choosing not to sit on one of the two big beds in the room. He sat on the bed and we made small talk about what he had been watching on tv (politics). He turned off the tv and suggested I sit near him - of course on the bed - so that at least we could look into each other's eyes as we talked and maybe cuddle. Yes the red flags went up in my head at that, but I also am working on relaxing my outlook on anything to do with sex and relationships, so I agreed to sit with him on the bed to cuddle and talk. As soon as I was settled, glasses off, propped up on pillows, he gave me the same intense look he had given me earlier. I found the silence unnerving so I asked him a question about why he chose his profession. He looked a little surprised by the serious question, but he relaxed and started talking about his life for about 40 minutes then we talked about mine for another 15 or so. He then adjusted the temperature in the room saying he was cold, then too hot, definitely making a show of fidgeting around. In between temperature adjustments he was giving me very intense looks as we talked and I of course was pretending not to notice them. I figured a kiss was on the way at any moment - I was hoping it would be the defining moment of whether or not I could see us going forward together. He quite suddenly stood up and said he was tired and wanted to go to bed. I immediately sat up to leave and he asked me to please stay and cuddle as we were getting along so well. He asked me what time I had to get up for work in the morning in case we fell asleep and set his phone alarm. I figured I would stay for a little bit and see how I felt about things. As soon as I lay back down to get comfortable, he pulled his shirt over his head. I was not surprised as I know most men do not like to feel constrained by a shirt when they are in bed. Besides, I enjoy touching a man's chest if we are cuddling, so I was onboard with that. He then mentioned that as he said earlier, he sleeps naked and before I cold bat an eye, his pants were around his ankles. I looked away and tried to decide what I should do and in the meantime he quickly hopped into bed under the covers and settled back against the headboard. I was on top of the covers so I felt that I was still in charge of leaving should I wish to. But strangely, I didn't really want to, even though I could see where this might be headed. He put his arm across my pillow, pulling me towards him so that my head was cradled at his shoulder and my hand was splayed across his chest. He was rubbing my arm, encouraging me to explore his chest, and I expected a kiss at any moment. He stopped my hand, placing his on top of mine and began pushing it down over his stomach towards the edge of the sheet. In a very sexy voice he told me to touch him, stroke him, put my hands on his cock. I tentatively did, sliding my skin over his, feeling the head, the shaft, petting him, circling my fingers around him, telling him I had not played with a man this way since college. He pushed his fingers into my hair and growled at me to "kiss it" and he added pressure to my skull to guide me in that direction. I rebelled, saying that I hadn't even kissed his lips yet, let alone his cock. He pulled my head to his mouth, kissing me, massaging my neck, licking my lips. I responded, sucking on his bottom lip, nibbling, kissing. After a few minutes, during which time he made sure my hand had not left his groin, we stopped kissing and he strongly pushed my head down towards his waist. I hesitated a bit, fighting my instincts to say no. I took the head of his cock in my mouth, just popping it in then out. I moved my head sideways, running my lips along the side of the shaft, getting it wet, feeling the curves and bulges in it. He ran his hands back into my hair, pulling it out of the way so he could see, but not letting it go. As I began sucking and licking more of him, he alternately massaged my head and gripped my hair in a very possessive and aggressive way. He pulled my hair tightly in his hand and told me to get between his legs so he could watch better as I sucked him. I told him that I had never given a blow job before, as my previous boyfriend had preferred to get straight into intercourse. He gave a smile and told me again to get between his legs. I followed his instruction and slid further down the bed as he swung his leg over me, trapping me between his thighs. I began to get more comfortable with his cock, licking it all over, sucking, probing with my tongue, spitting on my hand then rubbing it all over his shaft, getting it nice and wet. He demanded that I suck on his balls so I did, sliding then into my mouth, lapping at them with my tongue. He raised his legs encouraging me to fully take them into my sucking mouth. I continued to alternate between his balls and cock, getting more and more exuberant as he responded to my mouth. I began popping the head in and out of my mouth, the sound driving him wild. I took his cock and ran it across my cheeks, my eyes, all over my face and neck, it's silky skin sizzling against mine. His moans and his enjoyment were making me feel powerful and I was loving having this affect on an obviously experienced man. I asked if he was getting close as he was very hard and his balls were tight up against his cock. He said he had been holding back because it was so good he didn't want it to stop. My mouth was getting a bit tired and sore so I rolled to the side, continuing to play with his cock as I took a drink of water from a bottle beside the bed. He reached into my shirt, pulling the neckline down, forcing my breast out of my bra cup and pinching the nipple hard. I arched up, reacting to the pain, followed by such a surge of pleasure. He demanded that I take off my shirt and before I could even pull it over my head he had my bra undone and had started molesting both breasts quite savagely. His fervor was exciting me and I relaxed and accepted his attentions willingly. He pushed me back down onto the bed, pinching and kneading my breasts, telling me how he loved feeling my big tits. He locked his mouth onto my left breast, sucking the nipple, then taking more and more of it in his mouth. He began biting and sucking, so aggressive and dominant. I had my head thrown back, enjoying the feelings coursing through me, my pussy reacting to every tug and lick. Suddenly he was not touching my breasts any more. He swung his leg over me, straddling my chest in the blink of an eye, pushing his hard cock into my mouth, making me suck him fully. I could barely open wide enough to take his entire cock into my mouth. He was pushing my shoulders down, running his cockhead through my lips repeatedly, loving the sound of me slurping him trying to keep up. As he started to go faster and faster, I tilted my head back, giving him a better angle as he started fully fucking my mouth. He plunged his entire 7 inch cock into my mouth and down into my throat over and over. I gagged on him, but he didn't stop. I ran my nails down the outsides of his thighs and he grabbed my head, holding me still and he pounded my face. I could barely breathe when he grabbed the front of my hair and began cumming deep in my mouth and throat. My entire mouth filled with cum, warmness running everywhere in my throat, creating a gag reflex and I had to turn my head away to not drown, letting it run from my mouth into my hand. I took his cock in my other hand as he tried to shove it back into my mouth and I began milking him, the cum running into my hair to match the cum dripping down my cheeks and chin. After several minutes of his shuddering climax, he slid backwards a bit so he was over my stomach and my breasts were exposed to him. He again pulled on the nipples, pinching hard as he told me how much fun we were going to have together before climbing off me and going to the bathroom to clean up. I also cleaned up and although I stayed the night, I never let him take my pants off or play with my pussy although he did ask and try to convince me to go further. I knew that if we started, there was no way I would be able to stop him and I wanted to just enjoy what we had already done. It was fun and exciting and most likely to be continued this weekend as he plans to visit again. He has been texting and calling all week to say what a fabulous time he had and that he can't believe that I hadn't given head before as he thinks that was the best oral sex he has ever received. Maybe a line, but then again, maybe I really am just that good.