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My First Blowjob – A Quid Pro QuoThe School Dance had come around again. These horror shows were part of our Socialisation Program and attendance was compulsory. Having a date was preferred but not compulsory.I dodged most of them by using the Asthma Card but that was wearing thin. The School Nurse told me it was too much of a coincidence that I would have an asthma attack before every event that I didn’t like. I told her it was brought on by the stress of being forced into unpleasant and painful experiences. She told me she didn’t buy it and that I did not exhibit any of the typical symptoms of an asthmatic.I asked her if she had a medical degree because I was diagnosed with asthma by a man who actually had one. Wrong thing to say. She sent a note to the Principal which said she believed I was faking asthma to avoid classes and functions I didn’t like and pointed out that I hadn’t attended a school dance all year. The kicker was she recommended I produce a current medical certificate.So a letter went home to my parents and they carried on like idiots as usual with my Mother trying to read it to my Father and him yelling at me as she read each sentence. So fucked up.My Father’s final word. “You go to dance. Meet nice Greek boy.”What a fucking moron.I was still confident I could get out of it even if I had to fake the attack at the front door. But that Nurse was right on my ass. She said “See you at the dance, sweetie.” Sweetie? I knew I wouldn’t be able to fool this bitch with a fake asthma attack so I tried to think of another medical condition. I knew she’d pull some fucking Nurse trick to show I wasn’t having an asthma attack if I did it in front of her.I panicked. I really depended on that asthma scam to survive high school and it looked like the game was up.I had just read a book about Lateral Thinking so I decided to give that a try. I looked for a way AROUND my problem instead of a solution to it. I had one. I forged a letter from my Mother requesting excusal from the dance because of pressing family issues. The letter was too literate. The Principal had met my parents. That got me an hour long lecture from the Principal and a week of detention.So, I did some more Lateral Thinking and focused this time on what was most painful about these dances. It was not having a date, or an ‘escort’ as the school termed it. So how could I get a date? Find some guy as desperate and dateless as me. Simple. But I’d have to ask them. No.But I did. All the morons, idiots and dickheads who couldn’t get a date and to my horror they all said no. They’d rather go alone then be seen with me. It was soul destroying being rejected by so many dickheads.Then I thought I’d offer them money. But I could only force myself to ask two of them and they both knocked back $100. I was devastated. Not only did it look like I had to go to the dance but I had copped all this rejection as well. My final plan was to simply kill myself. I did some research and found that the most successful method appeared to be overdosing on prescription d**gs. I checked our medicine cabinet at home but all I found were aspirins and hemorrhoid cream. Eeww.I was miserable and then I found the answer. I was having lunch with the girls and Kelly and Maxx were arguing about whether guys preferred blow jobs or a fuck. Emma said “They’ll do anything for either one.” I had my solution. “They’d do ANYTHING”. Even take me to the dance.The only flaw with this was that not one boy had ever shown any interest in fucking me since Alun. I still had no tits and skinny legs and so on. But a blow job might be a different proposition. If they liked getting their cocks sucked so much then maybe it didn’t matter so much what gaziemir escort the girl looked like so long as it was a girl. Unlike a fuck where I reasoned that the girl’s appearance was much more important and the body was actually involved in the process. Whereas a blow job just involved a mouth. And a cock.But I still had a problem. How do I offer to give a blow job to a guy if he will take me to the school dance? There just didn’t seem a subtle way of putting it. I could never ask a guy that.And I wasn’t sure I could actually go through with it. Putting that ugly thing they pee out of in my mouth and sucking it. I thought ‘what if I suck pee out of it?’ The other problem was I had no idea how to suck a guy off. I hadn’t paid attention to that lesson of Kelly’s because I thought it wasn’t something I needed to know.But as the date drew closer the horrors of the School Dance began to far outweigh the imagined horrors of sucking a cock. The horrors you are familiar with are always worse than unknown, imagined horrors.The horror of walking in alone, sitting alone, sitting with the Fuglies, the Fat and Uglies, having boys ordered to ask you to dance by teachers and saying no and then having teachers order you to dance with them. The smug looks from all the girls who have escorts. The really smug looks from the ones that had escorts this time but were on the Fuglies bench at the last dance.And seeing all your friends with escorts and not being able to sit or talk with them because you are on your own.Then I saw Karl sitting in the library where I often saw him at lunch time, avoiding the beatings and ridicule in the same way I used the library to avoid them. Well, not the beatings. I couldn’t think why I hadn’t thought of Karl before. We’d done a science project together and won a prize for it and presented our project at Melbourne Uni.So I asked him if he wanted to come to the dance with me. He told me he already had a date. I asked him who and he told me and I said “Eeeew, her?” He said. “Better than going on your own.” I said “Why didn’t you ask me?” and he said “Because we’re colleagues, not friends.”I knew he was lying. We weren’t even colleagues. We just did one science project together.I said. “Really? Why didn’t you ask me? I’d be better company than her.”He didn’t answer so I poked him in the side and said “Well?” and he got all annoyed and said. “Because you’re weird. Now get away from me.”I persisted with it. “You think I’m weird?”Karl: Yeah, weirdo, you’re weird.Me: And that’s the only reason?Karl: Yeah.Me: Whatya mean weird? How am I weird?Karl: Creepy weird. OK?Me: Karl, if I wasn’t weird would you go to the dance with me?Karl: Sure, and if protons had a negative charge they’d be electrons.Me: Karl?Karl: Oh, what?Me: Do guys really, I mean REALLY like getting their cock sucked?Karl: What? Fuck off, you’re really freaking me out. This is THE LIBRARY!Me: Karl, we did a science project together. You HAVE TO answer me.Karl: What? That’s stupid.Me: Answer me, fuck you.Karl: OK, OK. Yeah, they really do. Now will you fuck off?Me: Would most guys do anything to get their cock sucked?Karl: Some guys would. Anything.So now I needed to find a guy that had absolutely no chance in hell of ever getting his cock sucked. Lionel was perfect. A complete dickhead. Always on his own at the dances and all the girls hated him. Goofy, awkward, idiotic laugh, ugly as fuck. Perfect. I had already asked him and he’d said no, but I thought he would go for the blowjob.I agonised for a whole week about how to ask Lionel and left it until the day before the dance. I had no idea how to actually put it to him but I figured if I was direct it would be less painful gaziemir escort bayan and embarrassing.He was sitting with two other losers under C Block at lunchtime so I went over to them.”Fuck off you losers I wanna talk to Lionel.”They both got up and took off. I didn’t even know I had that power. The power of weirdness. Lionel looked really nervous and maybe even a little scared.I sat down beside him, gritted my teeth and shook my head. He was sitting leaning away form me watching me nervously.I said: “Lionel, have you ever had your cock sucked?”Bad start. It just came out.”By a girl?” I added, trying to be clear.His jaw dropped and he looked like he was getting ready to run off.I panicked and said desperately. “I’ll suck your cock.””What? Here?””No idiot. At the school dance.””What?'”If you take me to the school dance I’ll suck your cock.””OK””OK? Just OK?””I dunno. What do you want me to say?””Nothing. That’s great.”And it was done.I had prostituted myself at the age of 15 just to have a date for a school dance. My life was such a fuckup.Lionel was waiting for me and even held my arm like a gentleman when we went in together. It was tolerable except for Lionel telling me every 5 minutes.“Don’t forget what you said.”I finally shut him up by asking him what I had said. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. I thought about making a discrete escape but I hated the idea of leaving Lionel in the lurch at the dance with his cock not sucked. It didn’t seem fair.When the break came I took his hand and led him outside. We went to E Block which was the furthest away from the dance hall and all the way there I kept telling myself that it couldn’t be worse than Alun sticking his cock in me. Couldn’t possibly.Neither of us knew what we were doing. We didn’t know if he should sit or stand or if I should kneel or we should lie down or what the fuck. Finally we sat down side by side on a bench and he immediately undid his pants and took out his cock. He held it in his hand and waved it around.I was kinda curious but it was really dark under there and all I could see was a vague shape. Long and poking up. I wondered how that fitted in his pants. And if it had been hard all night, and if not, when it had gotten hard.I had never sucked a cock in my life and never seen it done in a video or anything. All I had to go on was a vague memory of Kelly with a hairbrush handle in her mouth doing a demonstration for us.I reached over and held it in my hand. I curled my fingers gently and tentatively around it and was surprised at how hot it felt. It felt kind of nice Nice and thick and warm. And very hard. Lionel was all jittery and I didn’t know if he was scared of being caught or excited.I was really nervous and was scared it wouldn’t work. I don’t know how it wouldn’t work any more than I knew how it would work. I was terrified I would suck a mouthful of piss out of his cock and so I asked him when was the last time he went to the toilet. He said “What?” and sounded really confused. So I didn’t want to look like a complete idiot and I gave up on that idea.The girls, my small group of friends, had all sucked cock and none of them had ever complained about getting a mouthful of piss so maybe I was worrying unnecessarily. I squeezed his cock gently and he moaned softly.“Sorry, did that hurt?”“No.” He said but he sounded like he was in pain.So I thought let’s get this over with.I leaned over and put my lips on the end of his cock. Well, that felt OK, so far so good. It felt really smooth and kind of nice, nice to brush your lips against. Lionel was really jittery now and I could feel his whole body trembling. I opened my mouth and sucked his cock. I just had the head escort gaziemir of his cock in my mouth and I was really surprised to find that it didn’t feel bad at all. The head of his cock felt silky smooth and my tongue bumped against it and I felt it on my tongue, that silky smoothness.Then I sucked it. One long, continuous suck as if I was sucking on a lollipop. I felt my lips wrap around his cock and the head of his cock resting on top of my tongue inside my mouth.I thought this was all there was to it. I’ve always been a concrete thinker and tend to take things literally. I certainly did in this case. I thought cock sucking was literally sucking a cock. I was sucking his cock and had no idea there was anything more involved. I wondered how long you were expected to suck it for and pretty soon I was going to have to stop sucking and take a breath.I was sitting there beside him with my lips wrapped around his cock and my mouth and head perfectly motionless, just sucking away.He came in my mouth before I needed to stop for a breath. It just suddenly and completely filled my mouth and I almost threw up. Lionel moaned really loudly. It was awful. It was thick and gooey and slimy and it tasted like a slap in the face. The smell of it filled my nose and I instinctively swallowed it. I just wanted to get that stuff out of my mouth and my body decided the quickest was to do that was to swallow it. It felt like it went down in one mass like a big slimy oyster.But the taste remained in my mouth and I lifted my head up and spat and dry retched and shook my head and stood up and waved my hands around like an idiot.When I calmed down I could see all of Lionel’s teeth shining in the darkness. He was grinning happily. So he was happy. Good, I guess. I thought ‘Well, that was fuckin’ disgusting.’But it was certainly better than having a cock rammed into your cunt hole, that was for sure.I watched Lionel take a carefully folded tissue out of his pocket and wipe his cock with it. So he came prepared. He looked up at me and said. “Stuff’s still coming out of it.” And I thought ‘Why tell me that?’ God he was a dickhead.Lionel said. “Did you enjoy that?”No. It was fuckin’ disgusting.””I did.”And he laughed. A little soft laugh.”I came in your mouth.”More laughing. Dick – Head!”Why is that funny?””I dunno. I came in your mouth.””We’d better get back before they miss us.””OK.”The rest of the dance was tolerable but Lionel was such a dickhead it was impossible to talk to him about anything. Conversation was impossible but I did try. He had this goofy grin on his face all night.Kelly and Maxx and their dates wandered by and they came over to talk to us. I felt so fucking proud that I actually had a date. Humpph. Look at me. I got a date. Then Kelly leaned over and touched my cheek with the tip of her finger and said in a voice loud enough for all of them to hear.“Darling, you’ve got a drop of cum on your cheek, right here.”My hand shot up to my face and desperately felt around for it and I blushed and was totally and completely mortified. Fucking Lionel started laughing, completely giving the game away.Then I looked at Kelly and she was shocked. Really surprised and shocked. And it takes a lot to shock her. Then I looked at Maxx and she was just as shocked as Kelly.Then I realised something. This was just one of their little jokes they did to each other all the time. They had no idea I’d sucked Lionel off until I reacted the way I did and Lionel laughed.They both just stood there staring at me with their mouths wide open and their eyes open wide.I felt the heat in my face, I was blushing furiously and I knew my face would be bright red.A perfect ending for a sad and pathetic experience.So now, I had had one cock in my cunt for about three painful seconds and one in my mouth for a similar amount of time and that was the sum total of my sexual experience, apart from fooling around with the girls, until I met Brian some 4 years later.

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