I'm told I have pouty, sultry lips. I remember learning I could communicate with them, very subtly, even in class. At my desk, I would catch boys' eyes, pout my lips and tilt my chin down with my eyes looking up at them and inevitably they would come up to talk to me after class. Usually it was an awkward question about homework and I'd pretend to not know what I had done. I tried to practice the pout and look at every guy in class. This is when I had complete senior-itis. I made it into kind of a game. One of the popular boys, Jared, who I thought was really an asshole, was the most direct with me after class. He told me I have "dsl" and only later found out that meant "dick sucking lips."
And even though I gave lots of guys that kind of classroom attention, I only ever tried out my "dsl" on one guy, because I felt he was the only one who really dissevered it. His name was Corey. He was shy, but cute and rode the bus to school with me. We had practically grown up together. When we were little we'd have play dates and go to each others' birthday parties but starting in middle school didn't hang out anymore. That kind of thing. We'd talk sometimes on the bus and I could tell he had a little crush on me.
Senior year we were in English class together and I started going over to Corey's house to do our homework together. It was the day that other jerk told me I had "dsl" that I suddenly decided, while going over an essay with the cute, shy boy who had a crush on me for years but never told me, that I was going to suck his cock. We were sitting on his bed looking at his laptop. Out of nowhere I took his laptop and put it on his desk. He looked at me like "why'd you do that?" And I pouted at him. He blushed. I put my hand on his zipper and pressed down into his pants. I could feel his boner and I squeezed it. He looked shocked but very happy. I fumbled with his zipper - I had never unzipped someone's pants before - and he helped me bring his dick through the hole in his boxers.
Thinking back on it his penis wasn't that big but I think that's kind of cute. And at the time I was just so excited. I leaned over and placed my head on his lap, gave him one more sultry look, and started to suck my first cock. I remember we both had to be completely silent since his family was down the hall. Since his dick wasn't particularly big I could easily fit it all in my mouth. I can still remember the feeling of the hair on his balls brushing my lips. It's actually a sweet thought. And back then, I didn't realize I should be bobbing up and down like I do now. I even tried to keep swallowing my spit so it wouldn't drool, though now I know guys love that. So I kind of just kept my mouth pressed down on him and he sort of humped my throat. He was very sweet and rubbed my curly hair. His thrusting wasn't smooth, but more like overexcited spazzing into me. He stifled grunts. I loved it.
The funny thing was that we went for so long. Like two hours, just like that. I didn't know at the time that's a ridiculously long time to just deep-throat a guy (remember, not even moving up and down) but I had nothing to compare it to. My lips were numb for the rest of the night after but I liked that, I thought that was part of it. Eventually, he started humping faster. For the last half hour or so I had started licking his shaft, while completely submerged on him and clearly liked that. I felt a stream of liquid spilling out of him and I wondered if this was what cum was. I quickly swallowed that up too so none could escape. But soon after, he gave an extra big thrust, actually pretty aggressively, like desperately, and for the first time ever I learned what it was like to take a load. Corey's cum was thick and sticky and a little sour. I choked a little swallowing it all. We both giggled. Even after that I dedicatedly held my mouth all the way down his cock, the tip of his head slowly moving up from the back of my throat as it got soft. He had to lift my head off his lap and I realized we did it.
