First Time College Boy Monster Cock Blowjob

First Time College Boy Monster Cock Blowjob
It was lunch time after morning classes at college and I was eating in the City Park. A hunky 30 year old local boy was cruising the parking lot and he made a B-line straight to my car.

“Hey cutie, wanna burn one?” The local made a motion with his hands like he was hitting a joint.

I locked up and jumped in the passenger’s seat of his Dodge Charger. We wandered off into the woods, smoked one, and got out of the car.

“Want to see something cool?”

He undid his belt and dropped his trousers down around his ankles. Standing there in his boxers, I could see he was packing heavy equipment hanging down deep into the leg of his drawers.

“Goddamn that’s big,” was all I could get manage to get out of my mouth when I saw the dick.

“How about it baby?” The local gestured toward his crotch.

Without much experience under my belt, I was shaky about servicing such a large guy, but being the College Freshman I was, I resolved myself to forge ahead and give head to what was at this point in my life the most kaçak iddaa massive bulge in a man’s pants I had ever seen.

“Can I pull them down?” I asked the guy, having gotten down to my knees in front of him on the ground in a hiding spot next to the dirt road we came in on.

“By all means.”

And so I slowly slipped his boxers over the top of his junk, which revealed a bushy red pubic patch over the thick, vein-filled shaft of a very pale, white dick.

The rest of the cock came into view and as the boxers fell to the ground at the local’s feet, I was faced, literally within 4 inches of my lips, a bright red dickhead that was as big around as a young apple.

This is what I was being asked to suck, this pale white pole about 11 inches long and 4 inches round with a swollen red head ready to shoot thick male cream all over my tongue and lips.

At that age, I didn’t have any strategies for pleasuring a dick that big, and I made the best attempt I could with no prior experience for the job. Awkwardly, I started by lifting all that perabet giriş penile flesh, which was half hard to begin with, and commenced to sucking a set of balls the size and color of white extra large chicken’s eggs.

When I had gotten him hard, I slipped the red head into my face and flicked my tongue around the rear rim of his dickhead over the main huge vein that was engorged from feeding blood up to the penis hole of the local’s cock, which was now tightly inside my mouth.

“Ohhhh shhhitttt!” he groaned and slipped his hands on the back of my head and took over fucking my face with sharp hip movements as his cock penetrated my mouth, past my tongue, and over about twenty minutes past my esophagus and down into my throat.

The ride was a rough one, and I spit saliva and mucus all over the local’s cock as I worked to service his demanding rod.

Gagging, I choked up a number of times and snot came flying out of my nose and running all over the local’s penis as he skull fucked my face with his monstrous red appendage.

I perabet güvenilir mi couldn’t swallow all of his sperm. It was impossible, partly because of the way he started his nut. Without letting me know, he squirted a huge first rope of spermatozoa just as he took a deep thrust into my mouth that I thought would reach my stomach and slosh around the cheeseburger and Coke I had that day.

What did go down there was about a million of the local’s sperm cells in the form of a pasty thick string of white-yellowish jism, much of which would end up hanging from my lips, chin, and even one big thick mound stuck on the bridge of my nose.

All of the spunk was stacked on top of the snot and spittle that covered my face from the local treating my mouth like oral pussy hole. He was breathing hard after he got his nut, which to me, seemed as much as a half gallon of milk.

In Biology class that afternoon, I was nodding off after my lunchtime tryst with the local. Valerie Guffie, a Junior cheerleader at the College turned around as I was about to drop off.

“Is that glue stuck on your collar?” she asked, in an icily bitchy tone. “Just the local’s genetic material,” I thought to myself as I grinned and drifted into another dream that had nothing to do with the process of osmosis.