First time
My first time?
Back when I still had a gag reflex, I had a boyfriend called Adrian who had a particular fascination with blowjobs. He would only watch porn up to a point, then rewind, and watch again. He had no interest in the act itself, only the sucking and licking that lead to it, so it was hardly a surprise when he, a few months into our relationship, asked me if I would do it for him.
I'd never actually given one before, but I'd seen how it was supposed to be done. So down on my knees I went, my elaborate, noisy routine putting the pornstars of that time to shame. Nails were run across his pale, doughy stomach, rubbing the rolls of flab while trying to pretend they were well-toned muscles as I began to rub my face into his crotch. He urged me on, so I put my hands to better use, undoing his zipper, trying to feign appreciation when a tiny, uncut excuse of male genitalia plopped out. I guess it was all for nothing - the way he was behaving, he wouldn't have noticed if I'd shrieked in terror. I didn't need to pretend surprise when I noticed a small piercing on the top. It was hardly common those days, so it threw me back a little, but I decided to continue anyway.
It took two sucks and one lick. In the middle of the third suck, Adrian abruptly thrusted into my face, and I yanked my head back, instinctively snapping my teeth down when I thought he was completely out of my mouth, successfully forgetting the piece of jewelry dangling from the end. When I felt the metal between my teeth, I yanked my head backwards a little more, the small ring of steel still in my mouth, held firm between my teeth, and not so firmly on his body anymore. All the while, he was coming - screaming and jerking, the blood and semen going into my eyes, my nose, my hair...
Our relationship didn't last very long after that, but I do still have the ring to remind me of him. The bit of flesh dangling from it had to be thrown away, though.
It began to stink.
Marita Covarrubias
The X-Files
Back when I still had a gag reflex, I had a boyfriend called Adrian who had a particular fascination with blowjobs. He would only watch porn up to a point, then rewind, and watch again. He had no interest in the act itself, only the sucking and licking that lead to it, so it was hardly a surprise when he, a few months into our relationship, asked me if I would do it for him.
I'd never actually given one before, but I'd seen how it was supposed to be done. So down on my knees I went, my elaborate, noisy routine putting the pornstars of that time to shame. Nails were run across his pale, doughy stomach, rubbing the rolls of flab while trying to pretend they were well-toned muscles as I began to rub my face into his crotch. He urged me on, so I put my hands to better use, undoing his zipper, trying to feign appreciation when a tiny, uncut excuse of male genitalia plopped out. I guess it was all for nothing - the way he was behaving, he wouldn't have noticed if I'd shrieked in terror. I didn't need to pretend surprise when I noticed a small piercing on the top. It was hardly common those days, so it threw me back a little, but I decided to continue anyway.
It took two sucks and one lick. In the middle of the third suck, Adrian abruptly thrusted into my face, and I yanked my head back, instinctively snapping my teeth down when I thought he was completely out of my mouth, successfully forgetting the piece of jewelry dangling from the end. When I felt the metal between my teeth, I yanked my head backwards a little more, the small ring of steel still in my mouth, held firm between my teeth, and not so firmly on his body anymore. All the while, he was coming - screaming and jerking, the blood and semen going into my eyes, my nose, my hair...
Our relationship didn't last very long after that, but I do still have the ring to remind me of him. The bit of flesh dangling from it had to be thrown away, though.
It began to stink.
Marita Covarrubias
The X-Files