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Balls. Fuck. I didn’t know I would have to deal with balls.
I finally decided to go down on this guy I like for the first time – really, the first time, as in my first time, ever – and here I am having to encounter balls for the first time. I mean, I finally got up the nerve to give a blowjob, months and in some cases even years after my friends, had just begun to get a little confidence about the idea of me with a dick in my mouth for the first time, when this douchebag has to lift up his sweaty sack and lay it right on my mouth. Great. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?
But me? I’m nothing if not a trooper. I’ve skated hard for like eight years now and taken my fair share of broken bones and skinned flesh and bruised muscles. And I shake it off and get up and don’t complain and get on with it. I’m not some girly girl that needs everything just exactly perfect and am too precious to get a little down and dirty. But fuck. Balls? What the fuck am I supposed to do with balls? They’re all big and floppy and I know enough to know that these things are pretty sensitive, right? I’m sure I’m supposed to be gentle or something, but, I mean, am I supposed to suck on these?
Feeling like the clock is ticking and that if I don’t do something of consequence soon, this guy will know I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, I stick out my tongue and lightly lick his balls. “Oh yeah, baby, just like that,” he says. Okay, so apparently that’s about what he is looking for, but man, I have to admit these things taste and feel terrible. With each lick up the fuzzy, gelatinous sack, beginning down at the bottom where the little marble sits at the bottom of the sack, up to the base of his rock hard shaft, I start to question some of the life choices I’ve made. But with each shudder of delight and anticipation as I flick my tongue back in my mouth and descend again for another round trip, I figure “Hell, at least I’m doing this right.”
But then, new requests are made: “Oh yeah baby, suck on those balls.” Suck on them? Really? Fuck. But, damn, I’m nothing if not a giving person. So, my mouth widens and he lifts his sack up and drops his left ball right in my mouth. “Well, what the fuck? I’ve come this far,” I think as my lips close gently around it and I gather whatever moisture I can from the back of my mouth and, well, what do you know? Pretty soon, I’m sucking on a ball, much to the pleasure of the mouth on the other end of this sweaty, hairy nut. Well, I have to admit, this is sort of fun. I begin to suck on it with more confidence, then let it pop out and give the whole sack a couple licks, then work my way over to his right ball and give it the same treatment. “Oh fuck honey, you’re so good.” “Damn right I am,” I think as I suck my first pair of balls.
Then he starts with the slapping. As I’m doing this guy the pretty outstanding favor of sucking his cock and giving his balls all the pleasure he can stand, he pays me back by slapping his rock hard – and pretty substantial – cock all over my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, even my eyes. “Oh yeah baby, you’re so gorgeous,” he says as I look up at him with an obvious WTF expression plastered across my face. “Yeah, that’s right sweetie, you love it.” What the living hell? Does this guy really think I’m enjoying getting slapped in the face with a hard seven inches of flesh? Is he not reading my expression of complete annoyance? “Dude.” I get the start of a thought out of my mouth a split second before his cock re-enters my word-hole. Well, whatever. Okay, at least I’m back on solid ground again. I came here planning to suck cock, I got myself all mentally prepared for sucking a cock, and even after that weirdness, I’m still down to suck cock. So, I get back to work.
When I started, my gameplan was simple. Put mouth around cock. Slide mouth down cock as far as possible. Slide mouth back up. Repeat until completion. So, after that little bit of a sidetrack, I’m back on target, sliding my mouth up and down this cock to the audible delight of its owner. Sure, I can’t really get a whole lot of this monster in my mouth, maybe the inch or two until it hits the back of my tongue and I know I’m a nudge away from gagging, but I feel like I’m doing a pretty good job. I’ve got a good rhythm going. Each slide down the cock pushes my lips a little wider, seems to fill up my cheeks. My tongue slides over the ridge of tip with each ingress and egress. I look up at his face to see what he’s thinking and see his beautiful blue eyes staring down at me intently. Clearly, I’m the only thing in the world for him right now. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s so good,” he sighs, then reaches out his right hand and pets my head, tucking my long blonde hair behind my ear. And then his hand rests there on the side of my head, following my head as it bobs up and down.
Soon, his left hand moves up to the same position on the other side of my head and does the same thing, tucking my hair behind my ear, then resting on the side of my head. Now he’s got my head in both hands and, as I slide down his cock again, he presses in a little bit further, sliding his cock a bit further into my mouth, honestly, past the point of comfort. But he is oblivious as I fight off the gag reflex, merely uttering “Yeah baby, just a little bit deeper.” His grip on my head intensifies and now it isn’t even so much that I’m bobbing up and down on his cock, so much as he is pulling my head down his shaft. A little deeper each time, a little closer to making me gag. I look up at his face again, likely with a look of terror in my eyes, but he is lost in the ether, his eyes closed in passion, his face a picture of concentration. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” he mutters. Another press forward and this time I can’t help but gag, and in doing so my teeth make contact with skin. I try to pull my head away, but he’s still holding on tight. “Easy with the teeth, honey,” he laughs. I’m in no laughing mood as I stare up into his eyes defiantly, but he’s still sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. “Oh baby, I’m almost there. Just like that honey,” still shoving his cock down my throat, but a little bit lighter now. A good lesson learned for both of us; teeth can send a clear message.
But now, I’m just holding on for dear life. The rhythm of his thrusts increase in pace. His grip on my head solidifies. I can feel his legs start to tremble a little and, as all of this is going on, there’s this little thought running through the back of my head: “As much as I had a gameplan for this, I’m not sure what to do at the end.” Like, I know this dude is about to cum, and I know the whole thing about spit or swallow, but like the actual mechanics of the whole thing escape me. Like, what is this shit going to taste like? Or feel like? And do I really want to swallow this dude’s sperm? But if I’m going to spit it out, what the hell am I supposed to do with it? Where would I spit it? And like, oh fuck, I guess I really don’t have any idea what I’m doing.
But despite this running conversation with myself in the back of my head, it turns out this dude had plans of his own. His thrusting picks up intensity, little guttural moans come out of his throat, his eyes roll back in his head and, as the first spurt of cum enters my mouth, almost without even a conscious thought he pulls back all at once, his cock pops out of my mouth, his right hand jerks from my head down to his cock, and he aims it right at me as his cock explodes all over my face. A jet of sperm soars over my face, landing in my hair, trailing down my forehead, across my left eye, down to my lips. Another jet follows much the same path as I try to comprehend this turn of events. What the hell is this stuff all over my face? Is this normal? Does he like this? That last question got answered most clearly the quickest, as I heard him sigh “Oh baby, damn! You’re so hot,” as the last bits dribbled out of his cock onto my mouth, and down my chin. I’ve still got his first blast in my mouth and now spitting seems like too much of a challenge, so I just swallow in an effort to get it out of my mouth. There I am, on my knees in front of this guy I have such a crush on, and he’s just defiled my face with his cum, and he seems to be loving it.
I’m not sure what to do now, just kneeling there, looking up at him, waiting for him to come down from whatever plane of existence he’s on and back to reality. I’m starting to think that maybe I got off easy, not having to swallow much and not having to deal with the whole spitting conundrum, when I start to realize that the blob in my left eye is starting to be an issue, as I feel a little stinging sensation there. Just as I start to reach up to get rid of it though, he starts with the slapping again, hitting his still-hard cock against my right check a few times, causing a little bit more of his cum to fly out and onto my forehead and into my hair. “Damn, you’re a hot little slut,” he tells me, in what I guess he thinks is a compliment. I get a finger in my eyes to clean out the gunk as he backs away and bends over to pull his pants back up from around his ankles. I’m still trying to blink cum out of my eye when he says “Here, before you clean that off, let me get a quick pic,” and before I have a chance to protest, his iPhone has a recorded a picture of me in all my glory.
That done, he grabs a towel off his bed and flings it at me. “Here. So you can clean up.” The picture of chivalry. But then, as he sits on his bed and I, still on my knees, wipe off my face, he tells me: “You know, you’re really really good at that.”
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