Hello, how are you? I hope you're doing well. It's been a while since I've wanted to start sharing my experiences but didn't know where to begin. So I'll start with one from this year: my first cock blow job.
Every now and then I enter a sexual encounter app. I'm looking for women, but almost always guys write back, it's a miracle finding one there who enables you to start chatting and see what vibe is like. Beyond what I'm looking for, I always respond to those who write me and sometimes flash with proposals; I'm open to new experiences.
The thing is that sometimes I'd meet up with a guy who we'd chat. Both of us were in relationships (he was married). Always good vibes. One of the many days when I was feeling hot, I entered the page and was connected. We wrote each other and finally accepted his offer to do something at his house. I wasn't far away, in Plottier (a town stuck to Neuquén).
His wife wasn't there, he had the house to himself and liked sucking cocks. I was feeling hot and wanted someone to give me a blow job and have a new experience. So I closed all doors.
I arrived at the house, we greeted each other like friends do. I went in and we chatted for a bit, he offered me water and then said: Let's go to the room? I said okay, naturally but with nerves.
We got into bed and he put on some porn. We'd already talked about everything being fine. He started taking off his pants and I did the same, one next to the other, watching the movie and each of us with our thing. At a moment I felt his hand coming onto my boxer shorts. I was already hard; so it were two caresses on top and then he grabbed my hand firm and started giving me a gentle blow job with slow movements. I did the same, moving my right hand to his boxer shorts. His cock I knew from photos, looked like a good-sized cock, he'd told me it measured 18cms. It wasn't fully hard yet but you could tell they weren't lying about the photos.
We stayed there for a bit, doing a crossed masturbation, very chill, until he said get it out While getting settled to go down. Obvious I gave in, how could I deny it. And there I was, without boxers, with my cock stiff as a board, with its natural curvature, venous and chubby. He approached and started with a soft, rhythmic blow job. While I watched like on TV as a blonde got massaged with enthusiasm and out of the corner of my eye at my friend who was really getting into it very, very tasty. He played with my tongue and head, putting his whole mouth on me, speeding up and slowing down the rhythm. He did everything right. To not make it too long, after a good while of satisfaction with little moans of pleasure, I told him I couldn't take it anymore. That really turned him on because instead of easing off, he started sucking me even harder. The result: some spit in his mouth that left my cock and legs trembling. He, a gentleman, took it all in and even kept going for a little while longer, that sensitive bit that every touch moves your whole body.
He went to the bathroom to spit and then I went to wash myself a bit. We got back into bed with the porn playing in the background. We said our usual two or three stupid things after a quickie. When I looked at him, he was still halfway to my cock. Then I said: I want to return the favor. I'll give you a blow job. He accepted eagerly. The deal was that he would suck me off and that's it; but one has to be grateful. So I grabbed his cock and started with a calm blow job. He settled in, closed his eyes, and let himself get blown. Slowly his breathing became deeper and his cock hardened in my hand.
It was a pinkish-red cock, big-headed and long. It's a bit longer than mine. It was a beautiful one. Then I hesitated for a moment, two moments, but at the third thought it's him, me, no one else and a wild heat. That was the opportunity for my mouth to officially get deflowered.
I said to myself: if you're going to suck it, you have to be the sluttiest. So I didn't send it back, but started like they do to me: tongue-lashing from base to head. My heart was exploding with nerves and my cock was getting stiff again. Stop. I think he didn't expect it, but then he relaxed and let things happen. A couple of licks and now yes, had to do it: opened my mouth and got something more than just my head in. Started sucking, following the rhythm. For the first time, I had a cock in my mouth. I felt the warmth of it in my mouth, its intense but not unpleasant flavor, smoothness. I started getting hotter. Then I started sucking his cock remembering all those times they sucked me and how much I loved them doing so. I was holding his dick base with one hand while starting to jerk off with the other.
He was moaning, breathing harder each time. He was petting my head. At one point he said: I'm done. And that's where it stopped, I didn't feel like getting his cum for the first time, I felt a bit of fear and disgust. I pulled my head back and gave him a strong and quick jerk off. In seconds four white and liquid streams flew out with a loud sigh. My hand and his stomach were stuck together. Slowly I started to slow down. We made another silence. I told him I was going to clean up and then he would.
We went back to the room to change. I was putting on my boxers when he came from behind, leaned against me, grabbed my cock, and said: this is still hard. It was true. I turned around and he said: it's rapidita before my wife arrives. He got down on his knees and gave me a rich blow job again. He ended up in my mouth again.
After everything was over, we parted ways like two friends at the door of his house. I told him that next time I'd be brave enough to let them finish and he said he'd be brave enough to get his ass done. That's how we parted, with the taste of his cock in my mouth and the idea that it would happen again. If anything else happens, I'll tell you about it another time.
Every now and then I enter a sexual encounter app. I'm looking for women, but almost always guys write back, it's a miracle finding one there who enables you to start chatting and see what vibe is like. Beyond what I'm looking for, I always respond to those who write me and sometimes flash with proposals; I'm open to new experiences.
The thing is that sometimes I'd meet up with a guy who we'd chat. Both of us were in relationships (he was married). Always good vibes. One of the many days when I was feeling hot, I entered the page and was connected. We wrote each other and finally accepted his offer to do something at his house. I wasn't far away, in Plottier (a town stuck to Neuquén).
His wife wasn't there, he had the house to himself and liked sucking cocks. I was feeling hot and wanted someone to give me a blow job and have a new experience. So I closed all doors.
I arrived at the house, we greeted each other like friends do. I went in and we chatted for a bit, he offered me water and then said: Let's go to the room? I said okay, naturally but with nerves.
We got into bed and he put on some porn. We'd already talked about everything being fine. He started taking off his pants and I did the same, one next to the other, watching the movie and each of us with our thing. At a moment I felt his hand coming onto my boxer shorts. I was already hard; so it were two caresses on top and then he grabbed my hand firm and started giving me a gentle blow job with slow movements. I did the same, moving my right hand to his boxer shorts. His cock I knew from photos, looked like a good-sized cock, he'd told me it measured 18cms. It wasn't fully hard yet but you could tell they weren't lying about the photos.
We stayed there for a bit, doing a crossed masturbation, very chill, until he said get it out While getting settled to go down. Obvious I gave in, how could I deny it. And there I was, without boxers, with my cock stiff as a board, with its natural curvature, venous and chubby. He approached and started with a soft, rhythmic blow job. While I watched like on TV as a blonde got massaged with enthusiasm and out of the corner of my eye at my friend who was really getting into it very, very tasty. He played with my tongue and head, putting his whole mouth on me, speeding up and slowing down the rhythm. He did everything right. To not make it too long, after a good while of satisfaction with little moans of pleasure, I told him I couldn't take it anymore. That really turned him on because instead of easing off, he started sucking me even harder. The result: some spit in his mouth that left my cock and legs trembling. He, a gentleman, took it all in and even kept going for a little while longer, that sensitive bit that every touch moves your whole body.
He went to the bathroom to spit and then I went to wash myself a bit. We got back into bed with the porn playing in the background. We said our usual two or three stupid things after a quickie. When I looked at him, he was still halfway to my cock. Then I said: I want to return the favor. I'll give you a blow job. He accepted eagerly. The deal was that he would suck me off and that's it; but one has to be grateful. So I grabbed his cock and started with a calm blow job. He settled in, closed his eyes, and let himself get blown. Slowly his breathing became deeper and his cock hardened in my hand.
It was a pinkish-red cock, big-headed and long. It's a bit longer than mine. It was a beautiful one. Then I hesitated for a moment, two moments, but at the third thought it's him, me, no one else and a wild heat. That was the opportunity for my mouth to officially get deflowered.
I said to myself: if you're going to suck it, you have to be the sluttiest. So I didn't send it back, but started like they do to me: tongue-lashing from base to head. My heart was exploding with nerves and my cock was getting stiff again. Stop. I think he didn't expect it, but then he relaxed and let things happen. A couple of licks and now yes, had to do it: opened my mouth and got something more than just my head in. Started sucking, following the rhythm. For the first time, I had a cock in my mouth. I felt the warmth of it in my mouth, its intense but not unpleasant flavor, smoothness. I started getting hotter. Then I started sucking his cock remembering all those times they sucked me and how much I loved them doing so. I was holding his dick base with one hand while starting to jerk off with the other.
He was moaning, breathing harder each time. He was petting my head. At one point he said: I'm done. And that's where it stopped, I didn't feel like getting his cum for the first time, I felt a bit of fear and disgust. I pulled my head back and gave him a strong and quick jerk off. In seconds four white and liquid streams flew out with a loud sigh. My hand and his stomach were stuck together. Slowly I started to slow down. We made another silence. I told him I was going to clean up and then he would.
We went back to the room to change. I was putting on my boxers when he came from behind, leaned against me, grabbed my cock, and said: this is still hard. It was true. I turned around and he said: it's rapidita before my wife arrives. He got down on his knees and gave me a rich blow job again. He ended up in my mouth again.
After everything was over, we parted ways like two friends at the door of his house. I told him that next time I'd be brave enough to let them finish and he said he'd be brave enough to get his ass done. That's how we parted, with the taste of his cock in my mouth and the idea that it would happen again. If anything else happens, I'll tell you about it another time.
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