***This is erotic story is based on one of my real life sexperiences.***
It was a rather cold Spring, not too many of us had cars which added up to not many of us dorm-dwellers being able to go very far and opting for staying indoors. We frequented the base shops to spend what little money we got on some new fits or kicks that we’d wear proudly as if everyone else didn’t go and cop it too. We enjoyed the fuckery of the very rare dorm party, that wasn’t much of a “party” since we weren’t allowed alcohol, music had to be kept to a minimum volume and our rooms were too small to hold but a select few. The happening spot always was the dorm day room, there you could see and be seen, there you could enjoy your evening if you were part of the hierarchy. He was part of that elite. I was new which made me fresh meat.
We will call him Airman Brown and I will let you know that he was not quite my type. He was well over six feet tall, muscular, perfect smile, beautiful “waves” in his hair but EXTREMELY light-skinned. He was lighter than this tragic mulata which made me think more than twice about dodging his advances and accepting the glances of his much darker yet shorter sidekick. Airman Brown though made it clear over the next week and change that I was going to be his next fresh meat victim. With the encouragement of my girls who had wanted him but had no chance of getting him I succumbed to his approach.
I’ll save you the mundane details…skipping right to the dirty details.
It was a Friday evening, one of the most BORING Fridays ever. Airman Brown was playing pool but quickly became bored with it. My girls were mostly absent they had gone out of town or had retreated to their rooms, so there I was alone on a couch. He approached and asked me up to his room. By the surprised look on his face he must have been expecting another no. That’s how I ended up having sex with Airman Brown the first time.
Several days later he knocked at my door. He gave me a look. I opened my door fully so he could see my roommate was there, he nodded and grabbed my hand, pulled me out the door, let go and proceeded to walk in front of me. We said absolutely nothing until we were naked in his room. I would love to recall the details of how we fucked and how it was but I don’t remember shit about the fucking. Not a damn thing that I can recall to even put together a half ass story about the fucking…but this story isn’t about the fucking…it is about the sucking. Well, more about how I was humiliated, told I sucked at sucking and was taught how a “man” wanted his dick properly sucked.
I’m more than sure that the fucking led to the sucking…in fact I am positive that the pause in the fucking triggered the sucking. I began to give him head just like I had to the two previous boyfriends I had done that for. Until Airman Brown, oral sex had been reserved for the men I truly felt I loved and was committed to. This time I just wanted him to get hard again so we could get back to sweating my hair out but as soon as I got about three inches down it and maybe a minute into it…he stopped me. He stopped me in the most humiliating fashion. Ever!
“You’re not very good at that. You haven’t sucked too much dick have you?”
Perplexed look on my face. Offended I was and started to be on my way.
“No. You should really stay and do better.”
Who in the fuck did this man think he was? I already had an idea that he was rude. Fine. His reputation preceded him. He was known as the best dick in the dorm but for being the biggest, pickiest asshole! Only a handful of girls had been with him and they all had these stories about the most amazing sex and there were rumors that he had a girl. Rumors. Only rumors since he openly fucked his lineup without any one girl becoming jealous.
Good dick or not, I didn’t like being talked down to. I didn’t care to be treated like the help. I was cool with the situation while it was us mutually abusing one another for our own sexual pleasure. Yet, I stayed. He instructed.
“You need to spit on it,” he demanded followed by, “take one hand and stroke down and with the other up. Don’t be so gentle it’s okay to get rough with it.”
I tried and I tried my best. He got harder. He continued to instruct me. He wanted me to take it all in my mouth. I tried but it kept making me choke. It was in one of those moments that most of it was in and spit was going down the side of his shaft that SHE walked in.
“It’s okay. She knew we were in here and what we were doing.” He explained.
This girl was the fabled girlfriend; the one that people rumored might actually be his girl. She locked the door behind her, said hello and began to take off her clothes. At that point I decided it was time to go but before I could remove myself she was in the bed right next to me. She gently stroked my hair off my face, smiled and leaned in towards him. They kissed.
“L-A this is Destiny my girlfriend.”
“Nice to meet you L-A,” she said so sweetly, “now where were you guys?”
“I was just trying to explain to her how to properly give head.”
That’s exactly when Destiny decided that Show was a much better game than Tell!
Read Exhibit B of this Cocktale here: Destiny Shows…
