A Blowjob to Remember

A few months ago, I got to meet a wonderful twink. This is the story of our first shared sexual adventure. I've written this more than four months after the occurrences, so it might not be 100% accurate, but it is, as far as I can remember, a true story.

We had been messaging for about a month. It had all started because I had been flirting with his girlfriend, who, unfortunately, lives a fair distance away. We had talked about sexual practices we liked, and what we wanted to do together. When we met, none of that was present. It was just two online friends meeting for the first time. Except I wanted to touch him. Oh so bad.

He was tall, quite a bit taller than me given my short stature, and I had to get onto my toes to welcome his hug. Short hair, and a smile that would light up anyone's day. He looked innocent and wholesome. Not like the kind of guy who would fuck you until you're sore and sweaty, but, looks can deceive.

We had met at an event we just so happened to both attend. It would go on for a couple of days, and a lot of our friends attended as well. It was a very public space. Plus we had lots to do. It was one of those events where you want to sleep as little as possible, because every hour you sleep is an hour of the event you miss.

I happened to do some volunteering as well, which of course bound me up for a few hours at a time too. Things like helping move supplies around the venue or selling drinks behind the bar.

The second day rolled around, and I had met most of the people I had wanted to meet. Some personal struggles had kept my mood down for the day, I had gotten some rather terrible news around noon, but in the evening it slowly started to get better. At around 22:00 I was once again in a round with him, talking about things, except... eventually I stopped engaging in the conversation. Instead, I had gotten out my phone to write a message to him privately. A long-winded message, about how I really wanted him to touch me, how I wanted him to grab my thigh, how I was a little jealous of the girl that had been sitting on his lap for a while earlier and... before I had finished writing out the message, the seat next to him freed up. I had been sitting on the floor, not that I mind that, but a seat next to him would be nice, and sitting up on a chair was a good excuse to move there.

I continued writing my message while sitting next to him, when his hand landed on my thigh. That halted my writing. My focus shifted to his touch, my hand to his back, stroking at it, as he stroked my thigh. I was in heaven.

Except: my next volunteering shift would start at 23:00, at this point only a few minutes away, creeping closer and closer, inevitable as the progression of time always is. I never finished the message. It was replaced by a simple "Thank you for touching me", as I ran off to my shift. It was a long shift as well. Four hours of preparing and selling drinks for the thirsty attendees wanting to get their caffeine and alcohol to keep them going through as much of the night as humanly possible.

While I was preparing drinks I got a message from his girlfriend, the one I had initially been flirting with. "Kiss my boyfriend for me" So I had my plan set for what would happen after my shift. While I was giving out drinks, he came by, and I gave him his drink, barely containing the excitement for my release from this work.

So, at 3:00 in the night, I went over to the table where he was still sitting with some friends. I once again sat next to him, even ended up asking to sit on his lap, as the girl I had looked so jealously upon had, and at one point, he asked if I wanted to go for a walk. Of course the walk would not just be a walk. We both knew what this was about. In our chats prior we had agreed on a plan. Oral sex in one of the toilets, when the event had calmed a bit. There were certainly still people around, there always were, but it was a lot more calm at 3:00, so we walked the halls of the venue deciding on a spot, talking about what we would do. Eventually we settled on one of the disabled toilettes (There really wasn't a lot going on, and of course it was one of the lowest traffic areas of the venue). We walked past it, turned around, and he asked me one last time: "Do you want to do this?"

We walked towards the door. I went through first, him behind me, closing the door, locking it. click

I had barely turned around yet, when I saw his face. His expression had changed, and I felt his hands pushing down on my shoulders. He didn't wear that wholesome smile anymore. He wore an expression of intense need. He wasn't going to leave this room until I had given him what he needed. There was flurry of surprise and fear and arousal as I experienced this other side of him for the first time, and that has stuck with me. I didn't have much time to look at that expression, but it has burned itself into my eyes, and I have needed to see it again since. When my knees hit the floor, I started to push my face to his crotch, feeling his hard cock on my face through his trousers. Quickly after, I got to undoing his belt, opening his fly, and pushing down his cargo trousers to get to his briefs. Those were removed swiftly as well, and I finally got to see his cock.

He was big, bigger than I'd ever had, and girthy, just in proportion. He smelled good too, I didn't start blowing him right away, instead I first pushed my nose to his crotch, his cock brushing along my cheek, giving me a chance to take in the smell. Then my lips parted, and I slid them up his shaft before taking him in. I wasn't practiced with anyone this size and it showed. I fit him as far as I could, but that was far from all of him. As he hit the back of my throat I gagged a little and had to pull back. It was frustrating, but later a motivation to practice and eventually improve. I gave him what I could, with long strokes, lips tightly wrapping his spit-glistening shaft, head bobbing back and forth, as my knees started to hurt from the hard tile floor.

Eventually it wasn't enough. He knew there was a limit to what I could give him, that I didn't have the practice to deepthroat him or even consistently take him where I had before, but he knew that he could push me further than what I would do on my own. I started feeling his hand on the back of my head, fingers weaving into my hair, getting a good grip. He was taking over. No more head bobbing. He started fucking my face. Gently exploring how much force he could put on my throat before I would gag, and pushing just shy of that point. He fucked me like that for a while, and kept me on the edge of gagging, before he pulled out and asked me, the first words since we had entered the room: "Do you swallow?" I nodded, and he immediately pushed himself back into my mouth, fucking with more urgency now, pushing himself towards climax, using my mouth to get his relief, when finally, he held me tight onto him, and I felt his twitching, and the taste of his cum on the back of my tongue.

He let me go and went to wash his hands. I got up, and gave him a little kiss on the cheek, I still had to fulfil his girlfriend's request after all. He unlocked the door, and we left the bathroom. As we went back to the group of friends, we talked about it. How we both enjoyed it. I told him it was the most enjoyable blowjob I had given to date. I remained quite giddy and felt all warm from the afterglow for a while after too. And when I kissed my girlfriend, she told me I tasted like cum.

Not too long after, I went back to the hostel I was staying in. I went to sleep dreaming of the next time I would get to see that face, his expression of need, and get to feel him using me.