My favorite job was selling maple syrup--not because of the job or the free product, but because of my coworkers. Selling high end maple syrup wasn't easy or in demand. Customers were few and infrequent at our store in the upscale mall downtown. Our shifts were mostly solo and boring as hell. But those few hours with a buddy were much more fun on so many levels.
This one coworker of mine, Jake, was always bitching about how his girlfriend complained about his behavior and his apartment and his job. One time he let slip that she never gave him head. He thought it was unfair since he always went down on her, even if they didn't end up having sex.
My curious 19-year-old self was unphased. I loved talking about sex with whoever would listen and share their own stories. I'd only ever been with two people, and I was newly single when Jake struck up this particular conversation.
I sympathized with him and offered another perspective. Maybe she was embarrassed and doesn't know how or isn't good at it, so she avoids it. I shared that I was going on a trip to LA in a few months to see a close and intimate friend. We'd been chatting online for a while after meeting at a random party and mostly talked about sex or what we want to do with each other. One thing we were both excited about was me giving him a blow job, but I didn't have much experience with those, and I didn't want my friend to know that.
Jake looked surprised with his mouth dangling open. This was our first conversation about sex among the walls of maple syrup bottles. He confessed he didn't think I was into that kind of "stuff". My innocent look always shocks people if I curse, talk dirty, or show any interest in sex at all. Maybe it's the big green eyes or freckles or how quiet I am until I get comfortable and share something vulnerable--like how I'm nervous to see my sexting friend and wished I had more experience sucking dick before my trip to see him.
I was worried that I shared too much but Jake had just shared his feelings about a sex thing too, so I figured we were even. He acted different though twitchy and narrowing his eyes whenever he looked at me.
He told me about how many blowjobs he'd had before. He was older than me. Probably 24, so he'd had more experience. I joked that I wish I could learn from him then.
He surprised me back and offered just that. I asked about his girlfriend, and he said it didn't count because he's just trying to help me--teach me. No feelings or strings, just blow jobs.
I don't know why I agreed but I did. He invited me over to his apartment after work that same day. I took the bus to his place, and he let me in right away. There was an oversized blue loveseat, too large for the space, with a coffee table that narrowed all the possible walking paths.
He stood between the couch and the coffee table at the first seat and gestured for me to get past him somehow to the second seat. I faced him and held onto the bag over my shoulder tightly to shimmy past him--tiptoeing between his feet. I had to almost lean my body against his to balance and not fall backward onto the coffee table--he obliged a helping hand to my hip.
Safely on the other side of the loveseat, I sat cross-legged on the bouncy cushion and dropped my bag to the floor. I asked how he wanted to do this, but he didn't have a clear answer. He basically wanted to offer his cock for my practice whenever his girlfriend wasn't around. She was visiting her parents for the weekend so that's why I could come over last minute.
I asked him to give me feedback, pointers, even instruction would be helpful. He said he wouldn't have a problem telling me what to do. I could see that he had a bulge in his pants, so I asked if we wanted to start now. He just stared at me again with his mouth open.
I asked where I should go and how he wanted me. He got a hold of himself and told me to stay on the couch at first then he changed his mind and asked me to get between his legs. He spread them wide for me and I awkwardly squeezed my way into the small box squared up by his legs, the coffee table, and the couch wit his crotch by my face.
He placed his hands behind his head and told me to take his cock out for him. I was terrible at this. The button on his jeans were thick and too tight for my small fingers to get a good grasp. I could feel my face heating up with shame when he rescued me and undid his button for me. He said we'd work on that.
It took a couple of tries but I got his zipper down myself. I opened his black jeans revealing soft cotton, blue and white stripped boxers. I wasn't sure if I should tug the boxers down or dig around inside the boxer flap for his cock. I must have frozen because he helped me out again by tugging his shorts and boxers down a bit, just enough to expose his cock and ball sack.
I was mystified. It wasn't even the sight of the thing but the smell. His scent was clean, fresh, and hinted with vanilla or coconut. I couldn't pin where I'd smelled that before or if I even had. All I knew was that I wanted to be swim in that fragrance.
His cock was large, long, and intimidating. The head of this cock wasn't much wider than the circumference of his shaft and his balls were smaller than I had expected. The pale blond wisps of pubic hair looked soft instead of coarse like mine. He clearly shaved his pubic area and I was grateful for that.
The only other cock I'd sucked did not manscape and the curly fuckers always got in my mouth and up my nose.
I was so nervous stroking him--worried that I was hurting him or stretching his cock skin. But he moaned and pushed my head down over the tip of his cock. I took it in shallowly at first and felt my lips rolling in on themselves from the dryness, so I backed up and stayed put up top and kept stroking him with my hand.
He suggested that I lick his shaft and try to spit on the head so it could drip down. I was no good with the spitting so I just licked up and down all around from the base to the very top. But the streaks of saliva evaporated by the time I'd gotten all the way around, so I kept licking like this.
When he brushed the hair from my face, I looked up at him and he sighed heavily. He gathered my hair and when I looked back at his cock, he tilted my head and pushed it down. Half his length was in my mouth, and I gagged as it knocked against the back of my throat.
He wouldn't let me pull my head away at first but when I gagged a second time he lightened his grip. He was smiling at me while I coughed and took deep breaths.
He was nice enough to ask if I was ready to try again before pushing my head further down his cock. I still gagged but he didn't let me up. He reminded me to breathe through my nose and told me to relax and suck like it was a popsicle.
I tried but still couldn't get the hang of it. Tears streaked my face, and I could see he felt bad, but his cock was now leaking precum from the stimulation of my throat's defensive actions.
After he finally let me up to breathe, he had me continue by doing whatever I normally did. So I bobbed my head up and down his cock only halfway, sucking and wiggling my tongue under the tip now and then. My hand worked his shaft twisting to the the rhythm of my mouth.
Before he came, he asked if I wanted to swallow. I couldn't really answer without stopping what I was doing so I just nodded yes. Both his hands gripped my head and pushed me down further than the other times. While I hit his legs with open palms in protest, I also tried to relax my throat muscles. He was bigger than usual as he pulsed ropes of cum past my tonsils. I held my breath so I wouldn't choke on it and swallowed as fast as I could.
He kept his cock and my head in place even after he finished cumming and let it deflate where it was--the smaller it got the easier it was to breathe. He complimented me and asked if I wanted to get some fast food. I wiped the tears from my face and stood weakly while he put his junk away.
We ate on the way to my bus stop. He told me he felt bad, like he should do something for me too. I told him the lesson and lunch was great. I don't think he believed me, but I did believe we would be doing that again.
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After making our agreement that my coworker, Jake, would help me practice blowjobs on his cock before my LA trip, we practiced whenever we could. It wasn't often since he had a girlfriend and we only really saw each other at work and at Hector's apartment.
Hector was a good friend of Jake's and he's actually the reason Jake got the job at the maple syrup store in the first place. We all worked there together but rarely all three of us at the same time. Hector's home was a short walk from the store so Jake and I would often hang out at his place when the three of us weren't working.
We'd usually eat something Hector cooked up, guzzle down a couple bottles of wine, and watch a movie. Completely innocent and platonic. In fact, sometimes I ended up spending the night on Hector's couch if I stayed over too late to take a bus home. One time, when I got sick from too much wine, he let me stay in his bed and he slept on the couch. A real gentleman, that one.
Despite having been to Hector's place so many times, and in vulnerable ways, I always felt unsettled there. Especially after Jake and I started engaging in oral sex.
This one time we were all at Hector's, but he had to go get wine for the night leaving me and Jake alone in his apartment. The moment the door locked Jake pulled out his cock.
I was surprised and protested that it was rude, and we couldn't possibly finish before Hector came back. Jake told me that was the challenge, calling it a "quickie," and he told me to get on my knees before him.
I obeyed and he took full control. He gripped my ponytail and shoved my face back and forth over his cock fast and hard face fucking me and making me cough and drool down my chin. The sounds he made were aggressive and enthralling. I felt numb and limp as he used my face as a toy, his cock head knocking against my tonsils.
The fast pace made it easier to breathe. Whenever I could I took big whiffs of his vanilla scented cock and felt myself get turned on. I enjoyed myself being used like that and gave into the act without worrying about Hector walking in on us.
He pulled out of my mouth and pumped his cock, telling me to open my mouth so he can shoot into it. But instead, he sprayed my face with his white sticky fluid--everywhere but my mouth. I scrunched my face at the surprise and had to close my eyes to protect them from the gooey substance. No one had ever cum on my face before and I hated it.
