I remember giving my first blow job to my first boyfriend so well. We’d been seeing one another for months and after several hand jobs he finally asked me for more. I was in high school and nervous. One night my parents were out late and I knew I had several hours alone and I called my boyfriend over. We watched a movie in the VCR, and fooled around a bit after it was over and I told him I was finally ready to suck his cock. The look on his face, it was like a child on Christmas morning.
He leaned back on the couch and I knelt before him, taking his cock out. He was hard as a teenaged boy gets, like a steel rod. I stroked it and teased it with my hand before finally moving my mouth down onto it and licking it. I was grateful he didn’t taste weird, I think he’d showered right before coming over. I kissed the tip of his cock and looked him right in the eye as I opened my mouth and took as much down my throat as I could. His fingers grabbed my hair and he really was trying to fuck my mouth. I had to push him back a bit to control his enthusiasm.
I cupped his balls and rubbed them a bit as I sucked him. He was so excited, I’m sure you can imagine it didn’t take him long to
squirt his cum down my throat. I started to choke on it and he started to laugh. I grabbed a nearby Kleenex and wiped my mouth off and drank half my glass of Pepsi to get rid of the cum taste in my mouth. He thanked me and it soon became part of our regular make out routine and I got better at it with some direction. Ah, the sweet memories of youth.
