That Time I Wasn’t Ready

July 16, 2019March 22, 2025 notsosexinthecity Blowjob

Today, I’d like to talk about that time I wasn’t ready… also known as my first ever blowjob. It was every bit the failure that first-time sexual experiences tend to be, and it was bred from hours of laughing, kissing, and heavy petting in that way you do with your first ever partner.

He’d drawn the curtains and closed the door, just as we always did when we went to his house. There was some film playing in the background. I can’t remember which. We’d been kissing for hours – and I mean literal hours. All day long.

I can’t remember whose idea it was to shimmy him out of his jeans, just like I can’t remember why or how his boxers came off. Before I knew it, though, I was face-to-face with my first ever dick.

“Put it in your mouth,” he whispered.

I did as I was told, submissive even back then, my mind flicking to those filthy movies I’d stolen and watched in secret. I tried to copy what I’d seen the girls in those movies do, licking, lapping, and sucking away. There was some clumsiness, of course; no-one can be the perfect dick-sucker from the get-go, right?

His hands weren’t quite sure what to do with themselves. Nor did mine, for that matter. There was the occasional bit of accidental teeth-scraping, some embarrassed gagging, and a lot of what-the-fuck-am-I-doing, but I’d clearly done a good enough job, because, once again, before I knew it, something was happening.

He made a noise. A weird noise. A definite grunt but mixed with an explosion of breath. I looked up. He clamped his eyes shut.

Boom.

He shot his load so quickly and so fast that it came flying out of my nose and landed on him. No warning (well, apart from that weird noise,) no cheeky little “I’m coming,” nothing.

Just a straight shot of jizz down my throat and right out my nose.

Naively, we hadn’t discussed what would happen at that moment. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. There’d been no conversation about coming in my mouth or even coming anywhere at all.

I’d sucked his dick without a plan, then faced the spluttering consequences. Literally.

I coughed, gagged, spluttered, stammered, and made an array of interesting noises. My eyes watered. My mascara was running down my cheeks. I spluttered jizz everywhere – over him, me, the bed, our clothes, some got on the wall, we later found some on the carpet…

It was really quite something.

Neither of us made a sound as we cleaned up afterwards. Not a word. I was too embarrassed. I think he probably was, too. I mean, no one really plans to clean jizz off every surface right after their first blowjob, do they?

It was a long time before I sucked his dick again after that, and I made him tap me on the shoulder or vocally warn me before he came.

Fast-forward a couple of decades, and I quite like the idea of being covered in jizz now… and I gag deliberately.

Funny that, isn’t it?

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