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My First BJ
I was a freshman in highschool and I been exercising (cardio). My girlfriend at the time, who I met at an all night techno party, called me to pick her up.
I didn't shower, I just put some jeans on and my favorite v-neck from Banana Republic (stylin'!) and drove over to her parent's apartment.
I get in my parent's SUV, head a few cities over and scoop her up.
This is all happening in southern California.
But we had no monies. I had been peelin' carrots and potatoes at my uncle's restaurant, but that money was from jr. high and had been long since spent at the arcade.
I wouldn't get another job until later that year... (deadbeat, amirite).
So I pick her up and ask her what she wants to do.
She said, "Anything, let's just get out of here."
"Okie".
We had been dating for about 2 weeks at this point.
I head over to the only place I know, back to my parent's house driveway.
This driveway is long and secluded.
I park.
"Let's go in the back," she says nonchalantly.
I never had the sex before.
But somewhere, instinct kicked in.
We both get out of the car, I open the trunk (it's quite spacious, being an SUV), and we both climb up and into the back.
She's sitting sorta squished towards the back and I decide to make the only move I know.
I extend my right arm out and begin the move directly towards her skirt..
"Not there."
(I stop)
"Oh."
"I don't want to have another abortion."
"Oh."
At the time, I am not familiar with this. And we are oh so close to sexy time and my brain is oh so clouded..
There are no alarm bells (no alarm at this age had been installed).
"How about I suck your dick?"
That seems reasonable. Yes, absolutely kind of you to offer.
She goes to my jeans and unbuckles my belt.
I shimmy a little so they get to my knees.
I still have my basketball shorts on.
She pulls them down.
I've never had people see my penis before.
She parts the hair and begins to suck.
1 lick. 2 lick. 3 lick. Four.
5 lick. 6 lick. I did not.
Score.
She stops.
I don't question this.
It's all so new to me.
I pulled my boxers up along with my shorts.
I pull my jeans up. Buckle my belt.
I ask her, "How was it?"
She replies, "Salty."