Ryker, Tommy, and Noe were virgin losers in the final semester of high school. Despite being 18 years old, neither of them had ever even kissed a girl, let alone had any sexual contact with one. The primary reason for this, according to their own theories, was a total lack of trying. To date, they had hoped girls would have noticed them and taken charge, asking them out on dates. But that has not happened, and they are tired of it.
"No more being cowards. No more waiting for the poon to come to us. That changes today," Ryker said to his two and only friends. The boys didn't realize this, but the fact that they called girls 'poon' may also be a contributing factor to their lack of female attention.
"We will not graduate high school as virgins. By the end of May, the whole school will know us as sexual gods," Tommy declared.
"Dude. I don't care what they call us. As long as I have porked some sluts, I'm good," Noe added. Referring to sex as 'porking sluts,' was also not helping their chances.
"We've waited for the girls to come to us, but it's obvious we are too intimidating for that. Let's each pick a girl out and commit to getting a date with them. Come Monday, our goal is to be able to say we each made out with at least one girl," Ryker said, laying out his plan.
"No reason we need to go straight to making them squirt right away. We can take our time and take things slow," Noe said, agreeing with the plan.
"Not that we couldn't get them to fuck us if we wanted. Cause we totally could. In fact, we'll have to make sure to dial back our raw sexual appeal this weekend just to make sure they don't jump our bone the second they get us alone," Tommy said, with the other two nodding fiercely in agreement.
Ryker knew precisely who he wanted to ask out. Amber Riddles. She was a cute red-head girl who stood only at about five feet, two inches tall. She was a bit plump, but that made her extra curvy, which suited Ryker's taste just fine. Between classes, he purposely walked by her locker, hoping to catch her there. Finally, after fourth period, she was grabbing some books from her locker, and he knew it was time to make his move.
Despite his self-described 'drip,' Ryker was unbelievably nervous as he approached the 18-year-old high school senior. "Hey poon, I mean Amber. You wanted me, I mean, I wanted to ask you out to the movies tonight. What do you say?" Despite only seeing her not twenty seconds ago, Ryker's shirt was already soaked at the armpits. Although, in his mind, Amber's pussy was probably even wetter after seeing him. Amber's face was emotionless and gave him no hint as to how she was reacting to his proposal. Surely she wasn't thinking about turning him down, right? No, that wasn't it. She probably wasn't used to her panties being turned into the Niagara Falls, as was commonly the reaction women had when he talked to them. He assumed.
She eyed him up and down but spent an extra few seconds looking at his crotch, which was odd. But she made eye contact with him and finally responded. "Sure. Could be fun. Pick me up and 7," she said, closing her locker and walking away. Holy shit, she said yes. Ryker shook his head. He meant that, of course, she said yes. Now, he just needed to figure out how the hell you get a girl to kiss you. Are your teeth supposed to touch, or is that what the French kiss is? Is it normal for a guy to cum his pants during kissing, because that seemed likely based on how he was feeling when he pictured himself kissing her. Ryker had a lot of internet searches to do.
By the time he had to leave to pick Amber up, Ryker had forgotten to do any research and was going in blind to this date. Or, more accurately, he had sat down after school at his computer with the intention of doing the research but got distracted for four hours looking at rather extreme henati porn. However, Ryker told himself that the hentai gave him all the information he needed about how women actually act in the real world. He was all set for his date.
"Thanks for picking me up. So what movie are we going to see," Amber asked as she climbed into the passenger seat.
"They just released the re-mastered version of Dude Where's my Car. It was over forty-eight minutes of new footage and digitally replaced Ashton Kutcher with Orlando Bloom. You're in for a real treat," Ryker said excitedly.
"Oh... wow. Sounds like... a movie," Amber said in a tone that he didn't pick up on. During the twenty-minute car ride to the theater, Ryker explained in detail every new addition to the movie she should expect to see and about his fan theory about how the movie takes place in a post-apocalyptic world that's entirely in the head of Seann William Scott's character, even though he is in purgatory. Amber was on her phone the whole time, likely fact-checking the amazing information that Ryker was telling her.
Inside the theater, the horny teenage boy debated when he should make his move and kiss his date. Certainly not during the trailers, where he loudly announced the names of every actor and actress he recognized. Also not during the legendary opening scene of the movie either. And he would be an idiot to miss the... crap. Ryker realized every scene of this movie would be criminal to miss. But love required sacrifice, so he decided to make his move. He had also seen this movie three times this week already with plans to go twice more tomorrow, so it was okay.
Ryker stretched his arms into the air and slowly spread them out so they fell right on Amber's shoulder. She turned to him and smiled excitedly, and the young man knew he was about to get his first kiss. Amber leaned into him, but instead of kissing him, asked, "You want a blow job?"
Ryker must have misheard and asked, "What did you say?"
"I asked if you wanted a blow job. That's why you put your arm around me, right? Because you want to feel my lips running up and down your cock in this theater?"
The young man thought about what in the world he may have said or done that gave Amber the impression he was looking to do such an act. "No. I would never ask you to do something like that. I was just hoping for a kiss," he explained.
"Oh. So after you blow your load in my mouth, you want me to kiss you and squirt the cum into your mouth? I can do that," she said while moving to the floor.
Ryker stopped her. "No! I don't want that at all!"
"Then, after you are done face fucking me and my mouth is full of your potent cum, what do you want me to do with it," she asked, confused.
"I just want to kiss!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I get it now. You want me to kiss you with a mouth full of cum but don't actually squirt it into your mouth. Sorry, I watch a lot of hentai porn and get weird ideas in my head. Now get that cock out," she said, reaching for the pants of Ryker. The inexperienced teen pushed her reaching hands away.
"I'm really not comfortable getting oral sex in a public theater. How about we just watch the movie and talk later," he suggested.
"But why else would you take me to this shitty movie if not to get blown during it and have me do provocative things with your cum afterward," the young girl asked.
"You think it's a shitty movie?" Ryker asked, offended.
Amber panicked a bit. "I mean work or art. Greatest movie ever made. I masturbate to it every day. Just tell me what I should say that will result in my tongue tasting your balls in the next two minutes."
A white-faced Ryker turned back to the screen. "Let's just watch the movie. This next part is a new addition where they spend an extra ten minutes looking for the car," he said, hoping his date would stop talking about his cum. Amber let out a 'humph' sound and crossed her arms, looking annoyed. Ryker had always assumed Amber was a quiet, reserved girl, but apparently, she is rather... adventurous.
As the movie progressed, Amber kept stirring in her seat. She eventually reached her breaking point and addressed the issue on her mind with her date again. "What will it take for me to get your sweet-tasting manhood in my mouth right now? There's isn't anything I'm not willing to do. Want me to wear your cum on my face for the rest of the date? No problem. Want to watch videos of me masturbating while I blow you? I have like twenty on my phone you can choose from. Do you need more of an audience watching you orgasm? I have no less than twelve girlfriends that will gladly watch a stream of you getting your dick sucked by me right now. In fact, most of them have been asking me to do just that for them." Amber had a desperate look on her face. She was acting like if she didn't cover Ryker's cock in her saliva, her whole family was going to explode... just like that the plot of that hentai he watched earlier.
"Why do you want to do this so desperately," Ryker asked, wondering if 'Blow Blow Blow Step-Sister and the Eighteen Cocked Penis' was based on a true story.
"Because all the guys in the school are prudes. All I want is to blow guys in public and maybe stick foreign objects in some to-be-determined orifices. It's a very standard female fantasy, but every guy gets all squeamish. I thought you might be different, but I guess I was wrong. The only time I've gotten anyone to do what I want is that one time when I paid that homeless guy like five hundred bucks. And even then, he complained the whole time I blew him inside that cafe. By the way, I hope you weren't thinking of taking me to the coffee shop on Fifth Street. Cause I'm a bit banned from it."
"I'm just not ready for any of that, Amber. I'm sorry. Can we just kiss today?" Ryker asked his apparently very kinky date.
"You like tits right? I'll have my tits out the whole time I'm blowing you and fitting a plastic bottle into our various holes." Amber pulled her shirt off over her head, and the naive high-school senior boy was face to face with the first naked tits he had ever seen. With his mind overwhelmed, he panicked and ran out of the theater.
