My sophomore year of college I was still pretty naïve when it came to women. I could count on one finger the women I’d slept with and the blow jobs I had received and my freshman year of college was nothing short of a disaster of Hindenburg proportions. (See my first day of college story). Things were starting to feel different, I was at a new school, I knew a couple of people and I had just broken my toe so I was collecting 2/3rds of my full time pay because of workman’s compensation while attending class full time. It was a fateful October night when I was invited up to my buddy’s girlfriend’s all girls college to try to hook up with her roommate. Upon arrival I immediately realize there is no love connection between me and the roommate and I am bummed. She does take me to hang out with a whole slew of girls who would be considered attractive if only there was alcohol being served, but someone had to baby sit me while my boy got his groove on. As I later found, word got out that there was a single guy left unattended in the dorm which would explain the steady traffic of girls coming by to borrow something. I was completely oblivious to this and just figured this is what girls do. Suddenly a pretty attractive red head came by to ‘borrow’ a word processor. Wouldn’t you know, she also needed a hand lugging it up to her room and asked if she could ‘borrow’ me to carry it for her. I was fine with it and followed her up to her room, stopping by several rooms so she could show off the stray guy she scooped up from someone else. I didn’t catch on to this until after the fact when she eventually filled me in on her side of the story. After we got up to her room we started a very friendly conversation mainly about music and stuff like that for a good 45 minutes. In no way did I get the ‘she’s totally into me’ vibe. She just seemed like a nice girl that I had a lot in common with, oh great another female friend who won’t fuck me.
Eventually they send out a search party to hunt me down. My baby sitter finally got to the redhead’s room, entered slowly and was a shocked to find us just sitting on the bed talking. I was told that my ride was going to go come by and pick me up so I had to leave, but we exchanged numbers and arranged to hang out the next week. I was grilled the entire ride home to see if I did anything with the girl but again, nothing happened we just talked.
The next Tuesday I drive up alone to see the Red Head. While trying to decide what we should do we just start making out. For over an hour we are getting hot and heavy, she’s totally dominating me as she’s very assertive and ‘worldly’ as I’m just trying not to cum in my pants. She’s onto me like a hyena to a wounded baby antelope. She starts toying with me.
RH: I’m going to give you a 2 hour blowjob
Me: Yeah right, I’d like to see that.
Well that’s when things got wild. She starts going down on me and is doing an incredible job bringing me to the point of cumming, then stopping. Something told me that mine wasn’t the first dick she sucked. At about the 1.5 hour mark, my cock tapped out as if it were in a Gracie choke hold. He was done, taking his ball and going home. No matter how much CPR she tried to give, even promising to let me cum, she could not resuscitate my dick. He was done, at least with her. It was time to boot me from the building but she promised me the next time I was up, she’d take care of me. This was no consolation considering my penis was determined to exact his revenge on me by giving me the worst case of blue balls ever, to be enjoyed on the hour car ride home. My penis and I have a love hate relationship.
The next day I’m hanging out with my buddy, and he is again grilling me with what happened the night before. I tell him what happened and all about the blue balls and I how I think I really liked this girl in my retardedness.
Him: So did she show you the cup?
Me: What cup?
He then tells me the story of how she had invited one of her male friends up for a weekend, blew him and spit his jizz into a cup, then left the cup in her closet for the other girls to see. I have no idea what to think, the love of my life was blowing another guy two weeks ago? This doesn’t make sense. Then an evil thought comes to my head. I vow not to jerk off until I see her next.
I call her that night and after much debate we determine the next time we will be able to get together will be next Thursday. 9 days. I don’t know if you know this or not but at 19 I was jerking off at least once if not twice a day. It was a maintenance thing. My body was producing so much of the stuff the pressure had to be regularly released. By day 3 all my thoughts were about sex, by day 5 I was hallucinating about sex, but by day 7, I prayed to my lord and savior Jesus Christ for the strength to persevere, and he gave it to me. God wanted me to cum in her mouth. By the time Thursday rolled around I was in a zen like place with only one goal.
Our second ‘date’ started out much like the first one, and after a while, I heard words I wanted to hear, but not the words I truly wanted to hear…yet.
RH: I want to make you cum…
Me: Sounds good to me.
She starts working it like a pro again and I’m going through the entire Red Sox line up and pitching rotation to try and not to explode. After a good 10 minutes of her working and me forcing myself to not enjoy it I hear the phrase that I’ve been waiting to hear for 9 days.
RH: I want to swallow your load.
Me: Be careful what you wish for…
With that, I allowed myself to enjoy the experience. All 8 seconds that I lasted after that.
As she was throwing up into her trash can, I kept firing rope after rope onto me, her bedspread, her floor, I think I may have hit the window. She was a trooper and tried to take on the situation on her own, but it was similar to drinking from a fire hose. It just wasn’t possible.
Did I mention that this was the second date of a relationship that lasted 3.5 years? Game on…
