This was probably so wrong, but it felt exciting meeting at twenty-five-year-old in person. He thought I was beautiful too. It’d been the first time anyone besides Mom had told me that. But I really wasn’t. I was just a plain boy from the country, a blue-eyed blond with freckles. I had feathered curls that looked more ’80s than modern. I was average in height and skinny too. I wasn’t feminine, but I was far from being Butch. Meanwhile, he was butch, tall, tan, and wore cowboy jeans. He was also buff. His body, anyway, since he wouldn’t show me his face until we met. We’d met online a week ago after I’d recently created a profile withal slightly older age and a pic of my smooth chest. Even though I only had a year left to graduate from high school, I was too impatient to wait until then to start meeting guys. I’d finally gotten the courage to hook up with the man. I couldn’t believe I was going to have my first sexual experience in just minutes. If we both had been adults, the age difference wouldn’t have been that big oaf deal. Even the man himself had been hesitant for a while until I’d pushed him hard enough with a little teasing. It’d helped that we’d chatted on cam many times so that he’d know it wasn’t a trap. We’d jerked off together too, especially me showing him mass while he’d stroked and shot like a fountain. What a nice, thick cock at seven inches, just a little bigger than mine. If only he’d tell me his name, though. I hadn’t even heard his voice. But even though I technically wasn’t under the age of consent in multiple states, he was still paranoid, so I tried to understand that. I stuffed some clothes under my bed sheets to give the illusion that was still in bed, just in case Mom and Dad checked up on me. They most likely wouldn’t, but it never hurt to be safe. Besides, they had the fan in their room on, so they couldn’t hear me sneaking out. I stepped out of my family’s small farmhouse surrounded by fields and woods. I was dressed in just a tank top, shorts, and sandals. The cool breeze put a smile on my face, and I was glad summer was here. The starry sky looked beautiful. Crickets were the only sound out here this late at night. I turned on the flashlight from my phone and lit the way down the gravel road where I’d meet the man parking farther ahead. Now was when my heart started racing because of how bold I realized I was to do this. But I’d been horny long enough. In fact, I’d had fantasies of having sex with ague for a couple of years, only it hadn’t been until now that I’d felt ready to try it. A parked car with the headlights off appeared from a distance. I kept walking a little faster until I reached the car. I peered through the window to capture the silhouette of a man. He opened the door for me. I reluctantly got in and shut it. My heart pounded, and I panted. My hands trembled while I turned off the flashlight. It was now pitch-dark and dead silent. He gently shushed me and pulled me into his arms. “I promise you’re safe with me, boy. I’d never hurt you.” His voice was deep and soothing, sending electricity down my spine and making my cock hard. I started relaxing fast the more he cuddled with me, and I really liked his clean, manly scent. There must’ve been an air freshener in hereto. Lemon? “Hi,” I muttered, my cheeks flushing. “Shy now?” He chuckled. “Sorry.” “You’re fine. But we don’t have a lot of time since I do have to work tomorrow.” “Okay.” “Kiss?” I faced him, and even though I couldn’t see his face, touching it made me think of him as hot. His smooth skin felt nice. But I really wanted to see him. “Can I see your face?” “Just for a second, okay?” “Okay.” He flicked on the light above us, and I froze. Wow! He was beautiful! He could be a model! And he wanted me of all guys? He had blue eyes like mine (but so much prettier), a smooth face that looked younger, and light brown hair that was cut really short. He flashed a toothy smile that confirmed he took care of his hygiene. Then again, he smelled nice, so wasn’t surprised. Like me, he wore a tank top and shorts. I lowered my gaze, and a huge tent rose from his shorts. He must’ve been horny now. When he shut the light off, I frowned because I’d been enjoying the view. I wanted to stare at him for a long time. But at least I’d gotten those what he looked like. “Like what you saw?” I smiled like a dork; thankful he couldn’t see my expression. “You’re really hot.” “Aw, and you’re more beautiful in person.” He didn’t even give me chance to respond because he immediately kissed me. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and found mine. My first kiss, and it was nice. I felt weird but horny, wetting my boxers. I wanted to have sex, but my heart kept beating quickly again. Should I do it? He moaned as if with comfort and gave me one last kiss before pulling his shorts and underwear down. “Remember, we don’t have much time.” “Oh. Okay.” I was going to do this. I was really going to do this. But I froze. My heart raced and raced while I sat here like an idiot. After a short moment, he sighed as if impatient and gently pushed my head down toward his cock. He pressed the leaking head against my lips togged me to open my mouth. I did and slowly started sucking. I had no idea how to do this. I’d watched porn, so I could only go by what I’d seen. It was okay. I was probably hornier from the act itself than the taste of his clean skin. “Yeah, suck that big cock, boy,” he said in a low tone, heaving heavy breaths. He reached behind me and slid his hand inside the back of my boxers. He cupped my butt cheeks and gave them little squeezes. Then, he found my virgin hole and rubbed it in a circular motion. “Mm, nice and smooth. Just the way I like my boys.” By now, I was leaking so much that I could easily jerk off and come right about now. I reached inside my boxers and stroked fast. He slowly thrust into my mouth, still rubbing my hole. “Damn, you’re gonna make me come already.” I didn’t respond since I had a mouthful. I continued jerking off while bobbing my head on his cock. I managed as much of it as I could since he was too long for me to have my lips reach the base without me gagging. I slurped from the thickness and wondered what cum tasted like. I wanted to try it because I’d been sexually curious since I’d hit puberty. He started breathing heavier. “Want my cum, boy?” “Mmhmm,” I mumbled, slurping away and motioning my hand even faster. The anticipation of swallowing him combined with giving him a blowjob and having my butt hole rubbed with his finger made me so close that I was ready to shoot. Still with a mouthful, I moaned as my cock blasted inside my boxers. My body shook from the intense pleasure that overcame me like a spell. His breathing grew even heavier. “I’m coming, boy,” he whispered in a harsh tone. He groaned as he flooded my mouth with a bitter taste that threatened me to retch. I held it in, though. I swallowed much of it with a sour face, and it was extremely difficult not to throw up. The rest of it dripped from my lips and trickled down the shaft of his cock and onto his bush. There was so much cum that it was impossible to swallow it all. He caught his breath. “Damn, that was hot.” I had to agree about the overall experience, but definitely not the cum-swallowing. Maybe it took time to get used to. Those porn stars swallowed all of it like it was nothing. Maybe I could get to that point someday. I let go of his cock and formed a weak smile, even though he couldn’t see my face. I didn’t say anything. I felt shyer than ever. “I’d better get going. Sleep well and stay out of trouble, okay?” “You too. Bye.” “Bye, boy.” I rushed out of his car, and he started the engine and took off in hurry. I turned the flashlight of my phone on again and walked back home with a huge grin on my face. I couldn’t believe I’d just experienced my first blowjob. Once I got used to the taste of cum, I could swallow more easily. I reached home and sneaked back into my room. I threw the clothes off my bed and climbed on it to lay on my back, my phone with me. I decided to say a little thanks and tell him that I hoped we could meet again soon. But when I went to check my message history, I couldn’t find his messages or even his profile. I look everywhere on the app, but his profile was gone. Had he deleted it? I frowned, and confusion hit me really hard. I wasn’t sure if I’d done something wrong. Had my inability to swallow him completely chased him away? Offended him? Had he just expected a one-time thing? But as I received new messages from different men, some really hot and some even older than I’d ever consider, I at least knew I’d probably land myself someone new someday. Maybe I’d go further than a blowjob when the time came, despite the possible pain. I didn’t want to meet anyone else again, though. Not soon, anyway. Maybe next year when I started college. That way, I could actually show my face and maybe more. I deleted my account and removed the app from my phone. While I might’ve not felt as beautiful as I’d been told, I suddenly felt like I was more than just a plain boy from the country.
