My First Blowjob and Swallow

I was 19, a sophomore at a university, and still had a mixture of curiosity and anxiety as I was now living on my own for the first time.

I had a boyfriend who was Hispanic and was 9 years older than me. We met at a party and began dating shortly after. We had sex on our second date and continued having sex about every other day after that.

One evening I was talking with one of my girlfriends, and I asked her about blowjobs.

She replied, "You just put it in your mouth," It sounded very matter-of-fact as if she were giving instructions on how to tie your shoes. She continued and said to start out slowly. Lick around the head, and if he is uncircumcised, pull the foreskin back a little and get under there.

Don't use only your lips. Use your tongue. Also don't forget his balls. Using your hands will help. Spitting is ok. Just don't scratch him with your teeth.

When you taste that first drop of precum and feel him getting stiffer in your mouth, that means he is close to cumming.

I listened quietly, my face red. I asked a few other questions. After listening for a while, I decided that I wanted to try it. Not sometime in the future but soon. Soon arrived on a warm Thursday evening.

My boyfriend lived in a small second-floor apartment a block away from school. The apartment building was old. There was no central air conditioning only a box fan and the habit of opening windows once the sun set.

The window of his bedroom faced the quiet street. The curtains were thin and generally pulled back to allow any breeze to come in. For quite some time, we had been kissing on his bed, the room lit only by the soft yellow glow of a desk lamp.

The night outside was quiet with occasional sounds of cars or people walking along the street below. The window was wide open. Anyone looking up from the street could look directly into the room.

I withdrew from the kiss, heart pounding rapidly. "I want to try something," I whispered. My voice came out much softer than I had intended. "Irma told me... about blowjobs. I want to give you one."

He looked at me surprised, then nodded. "Ok." I slid down the bed, so I was kneeling between his legs. He helped me unfasten his jeans and pull them down along with his boxers. His penis was already semi-erect, thick, the foreskin still covering most of the head. I had seen it before, touched it, but never this close with the intention of placing it in my mouth while the cool night air passed through the open window.

I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and gently pushed the foreskin back as Irma had described. The head was smooth and a bit darker, already glistening. I tentatively licked it, tasting clean skin and a slight saltiness.

He moaned softly above me. Encouraged by this reaction, I placed the head in my mouth with soft lips and lightly sucked. It felt warmer than I had anticipated and heavier on my tongue. I moved cautiously, remembering not to use my teeth, letting saliva wet him as I took a little more. My hand caressed the base in slow motion with my mouth. Every few seconds I pulled away to take a breath and then returned, trying different amounts of pressure and the flat of my tongue along the underside. Outside, headlights crossed the thin curtains as a car drove past on the street below. Footsteps followed a moment later. My heart raced as I realized that the window was open and the light was on inside the room. But I continued. Perhaps even more determinedly because of the possibility that someone might catch a glimpse of us through the window, causing my cheeks to flush even hotter and my mouth to work even harder.

I found a rhythm: down, up; tongue swirling beneath the foreskin; hand twisting gently. His breathing became labored. One of his hands rested gently on my head; it did not push but merely rested there. I took him deeper than I thought possible, gagging once and pulling away; then returning more slowly. Saliva dripped down his shaft onto my fingers. I used it as lubrication for my hand as it moved in time with my mouth. A thin, salty-sweet fluid began to emerge from the tip and coat my tongue. I tasted the precum. It was warm and slightly bitter which caused me to suck harder wanting more of it.

Simultaneously I noticed his penis growing even harder in my mouth; the shaft growing denser and more rigid against my lips and tongue. This sudden additional firmness was the precise signal Irma had described which was the one indicating that he was near his orgasm.

I did not pull away. I stayed exactly where I was; sucking steadily through the transition until he ejaculated across my tongue in thick bursts.

I swallowed as much of it as possible; some escaped the corner of my mouth. Afterwards I rested my cheek against his thigh. He pulled me up and kissed me... tasting himself. I rested against his chest still tasting salt realizing that Irma had been correct regarding most aspects of giving a blowjob and that doing so with the window open made it seem more realistic than if we had done so with the window closed.