The First Blowjob I Ever Gave

I am writing this post on 2/8/23 about 12/9/22 so I have dated it as such but that’s why I speak in such past tense.

After having my first sexual experience post-divorce with Nate, it really got me wanting more.

As I said in my last post, the sex was fine, but what I enjoyed was the very end, when I could literally feel his orgasm happening in my mouth. I wanted to experience that again. So, I went out with a mission in mind: find an attractive guy to give a blowjob to.

I didn’t know where to even start. I knew people were on Tinder and have had good luck hooking up with people there, so I got the app. I created my profile and I learned to swipe, and I started swiping on people.

It wasn’t as instant as I had expected. It was already 8:00 by now, and I thought “well shit, I guess I need to go actually meet people.” So, I went to a bar a ways away. I didn’t want to be seen really close to my home, so I picked a bar I had heard was popular from some of the younger people at work. I hoped I wouldn’t bump into any of them, and luckily I didn’t.

I walked in and immediately I felt lost. I hadn’t been to a bar in years. Not just because of quarantines and such, just because my ex-husband and I never used to go out. I had absolutely never gone to a bar by myself. I decided I needed to have some sort of a story, one that would be a reason I was here, so I decided to say I was from out of town and I was staying nearby with a friend who wasn’t feeling well.

I ordered a beer and sat at the bar. I had my phone out, was swiping on some people, and a guy walked up and started hitting on me before I even got my beer. I wasn’t interested in him at all, but I was nice and I chatted for a bit. After a while I noticed a younger guy who had come up right beside this older man who was talking to me, he was very fit, attractive, and exactly what I was after. He had dark hair and slightly darker skin, I think he was Hispanic. I needed an excuse to talk to him.

I told the older guy that I was actually meeting the guy next to him and asked if he wouldn’t mind if the new guy could take his seat. The older gentleman took the hint and walked away. The new guy saw him walk away and asked if that was my husband.

I laughed, told him absolutely not, that I was trying to get rid of him and that I had used him as an excuse, and that I hoped he hadn’t minded. He said he was flattered, introduced himself as Justin, and sat down. I told him I was from out of town, that my girlfriend and I were on a ladies trip, but that she got sick so I was out trying to find something to do. I thought this was the best, in case he wanted to go back to some hotel room that I didn’t have.

A few moments later, he was handed 4 drinks, and he asked the bartender for another one. I joked, asking if he was thirsty, and he pointed to a group of three other guys sitting at a booth across the bar. He asked me to come join them, and I agreed. He handed me one of the drinks and gave me a cheers, we touched glasses, and he gave me a quick rundown of each of the people he was with, nothing fancy.

When the drink he ordered for me came, he put it on the tray and we walked to his group. He slid into the booth, and then I slid onto the edge. He introduced me to the group, and we had a great time. It was a bit awkward keeping up a lie but after just a few minutes it hardly got brought up. I had just said I was from a town a few hours away, and unfortunately one of the guys was from there so it was a bit awkward until we got past it.

Eventually the conversations started shifting more and more to one-off conversations, so Justin and I were able to chat one on one a little bit. His attention got called by one of the guys, and he started talking to him. We ordered a few more rounds, and halfway through my third drink, I got bold and put my hand on his inner thigh. He reacted by looking over at me, giving me a quick smile, and then going back to his conversation.

I crept up, closer and closer and he didn’t stop me. Eventually, I felt just the tip of his cock through his jeans, and at that point, he leaned in to me and whispered, asking if I wanted to get out of the bar. I didn’t say a word, I just nodded. He whispered again that he’d get us out of here.

He finished his conversation and said we were going to take off, and his friends said their goodbyes. None of them asked where we were going, I guess it was implied.

He grabbed us an Uber to his place. He said his roommate was one of the guys still at the bar, and he never was done before 2 am when he was with the rest of them, so we had plenty of time. Once the Uber arrived, we got in and I put my hand on his inner thigh again, and he didn’t stop me. The Uber driver kept talking, which was annoying, but the trip was under 10 minutes so it wasn’t too bad.

We walked into his place, it was a small 2 bedroom house that must have been 80 years old, and as soon as the door closed, he grabbed me and we started making out. I was newly experienced in this department, so I swirled my tongue around his. He started feeling up my shirt and unclasped my bra in one smooth motion.

The couch was only a few feet away, so I backed off, walking into the living room. I asked if he was positive we had the place to ourselves, and he assured me. I slid my shirt off, and his eyes lit up and he walked over to me. I pushed him down on the couch, and dropped down to my knees.

I pushed his legs open a bit, slowly working my way up with my hands, and he watched me, complimenting my body. I unbuckled his belt, then his button, and then unzipped his pants. I tried taking out his cock, but his pants were too tight for that, so I started sliding them off. He lifted his body to help. I backed up a bit, sliding his pants off, and then crawled on top of him. He was just wearing his shirt at this point.

He started kissing my neck, and made his way down to my nipples, swirling his tongue on each of them. I had reached down between my legs to grab his cock, and I was slowly stroking.

I slid back down off of him, back onto the floor on my knees, and grabbed his cock again with my hand. I held it while kissing it a few times, and then took him into my mouth. I had no idea what I was doing really. I had sucked my ex-husband a few times, but never to completion. He just wanted to get to sex pretty quickly every time we did anything, so it was only ever for a few minutes.

It just came naturally. I sucked him slow at first, then gradually started increasing the pace. I read his body, the moans and noises he was making, and felt him moving under my grip. It turned me on more than I’ve ever been turned on in my entire life. I wanted nothing more than to slow this down, to make this last for a long time. I started slowing down to prolong it, and his moaning started getting a lot more intense.

Knowing it was happening, I sped back up, and gave another really hard suck while he came. I swallowed while he was still in my mouth, he pumped again a few more times, and I started slowing down my motions. He was getting really loud, and I almost laughed, but I concentrated on how much I was enjoying pleasing him. After a few more seconds of this, when I felt he was done, I slowly slid him out of my mouth, I still held him in my hand, feeling he wasn’t quite as hard anymore, and asked how it was.

He opened his eyes, shook his head, and told me it was unbelievable. I smiled, gave him a squeeze, and then kissed him in the middle of the shaft. He laughed, told me he didn’t deserve that treatment and I assured him that he did.

I stood up, grabbing my bra and started putting it on. He quickly jumped to his feet, grabbing his underwear, trying to convince me to stay. I told him that I needed to get back to my friend, to see if I could help her in any way. He was sweet, he said he’d help me by going to the store with me. I declined, and he asked me if we could meet up again tomorrow. I lied to him, told him that I was leaving first thing in the morning as long as she felt like she could leave.

He gave me his phone number and told me next time I’m in town to call him. He said he’d be willing to drive to “my town” and I didn’t know what to say, so I just said “we’ll see” and gave him a wink. I walked out to the street and waited for my Uber with him standing out there with me. As the Uber pulled up, he grabbed me, kissed me, and thanked me.

I laughed, said he didn’t need to thank me, and got in the car. He was a sweet guy, and giving him a blowjob didn’t settle my desire to give one, it only made it grow stronger. As I was in the car, I halfway contemplated texting him, telling him we could meet up again, but I’m really adamant that I don’t want a relationship right now and I just want to be single. I knew that going back for seconds could potentially create feelings, and that’s off the table.