My best kept secret to a good jawline.

Let me preface this by saying I’ve always taken a weird sense of pride in my blowjob skills, so this experience really shook me to the core. Or maybe that was the fucking oxygen deficiency you get from choking on dick for half an hour. Anyway, some context.

I was 20, freshly going out with a guy of 26 (I know, too much). I can tell we’re about to do the deed and I’m terrified of seeming inexperienced – one of the things with age gaps. I’ve had a suspicious amount of vodka on the rocks, somehow made it to his room…Next thing I know, I have a cock in my mouth.

Now, we were both fairly drunk so I was surprised he could get it up at all. However, filled with liquor and determination, I am determined to prove myself in bed. I take it slow and do all my tried and tested tricks. And he seems to be enjoying it.

Then 10 minutes pass… then 20…

My legs are shaking and my eyes are red with tears (either the choking or emotions, couldn’t even tell anymore). He reassures me I can stop if I’m tired, says he has never finished from just a blowjob, all that stuff. Like I care!

Once my knees give in I plop face first on the bed, dick still down my throat. There’s something almost medieval (and so not hot) about how tortured I looked in that moment. In an act of desperation, I try and go deeper, only to feel all the vodka coming back to my mouth.

Refusing to admit I just puked straight alcohol on his penis, I swallow it back and pray he just thinks I’m extra sloppy or something. He defo knew.

Five more minutes and I’m jerking him off with the vigour of shaking a cocktail. Except I am just shaking a cock and it’s definitely not pleasant. This is only interrupted by me screaming “Cum already!” like, every minute.

I gave up eventually and had a little silent cry in his bathroom.

2/10 experience, would not recommend.

Edited by Yoan Shterev and Ramona Gabriela Toderascu