I’m Julieya, and I’m currently 27 years old. And current figure 36 28 38.
I want to share my first experience with giving a blowjob. It happened back when I was 18, during my time at university in Edinburgh, Scotland. That’s where I met my first real boyfriend—let’s call him Kevin. We were both from the same city, and from the moment we connected in one of our shared classes, it felt like something special. He was charming, with that thick Scottish accent that made my heart race every time he spoke, rolling his R’s in a way that sent shivers down my spine. We quickly became inseparable, sneaking kisses in the dusty corners of the library or during long walks along the Royal Mile, where the ancient stone buildings seemed to whisper secrets about lovers from centuries past. But things really escalated one rainy afternoon in his cramped dorm room.
We were lying on his narrow bed, the relentless patter of rain against the windowpane creating a cozy, intimate bubble around us. Our bodies were pressed close under a thin, worn blanket that smelled faintly of his cologne—woody and masculine. Our kisses had started out innocent enough, light pecks and soft brushes of lips, but they grew deeper, more urgent, tongues dancing and breaths mingling. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me even closer, fingers tracing the curve of my spine through my sweater. I could feel the heat building between us, a delicious tension that made my skin tingle. That’s when he pulled back slightly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
“Julieya,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, laced with that irresistible accent. “There’s so much more to being a couple than just kissing. Don’t you think we should explore that? Go a bit further?”
I felt a flush creep up my cheeks, my face burning hot. I wasn’t completely naive—I’d heard about sex from my friends in hushed giggles during late-night dorm chats, and I’d even watched a few videos online out of sheer curiosity, my heart pounding as I hid under my covers. But actually doing it? The thought made my heart hammer in my chest like a drum. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, though I knew exactly what he was hinting at. My stomach twisted with a mix of excitement and nerves.
He chuckled softly, that deep, rumbling sound that always made me melt, and brushed a stray strand of my dark hair from my face with gentle fingers. “You know… intimate things. Like touching each other, making each other feel good in ways we’ve only dreamed about. You’ve thought about it, right? With me? Us getting closer, skin on skin?”
I bit my lower lip, nodding hesitantly, my eyes dropping to his chest where his shirt clung slightly from the humidity in the room. “Yeah, I guess I have. But I’m nervous, Kevin. I’ve never done anything like that before. What if I’m bad at it? What if it changes things between us?”
“That’s okay, love,” he reassured me, his hand gently stroking my arm, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. “We can go slow. I just want to be closer to you, to feel every part of you. Imagine how amazing it would feel—for both of us. You’d be incredible, I know it.”
Over the next few days, he kept bringing it up in little ways, always gentle but persistent, like a tide slowly wearing down the shore. We’d be cuddling on his bed, watching some mindless show on his laptop, and he’d whisper things like, “I dream about your lips on me, Julieya. It would drive me wild, feeling your mouth all warm and soft.” Or during a heated make-out session in the park under a canopy of trees, he’d guide my hand lower, pressing it against the growing bulge in his jeans. “See what you do to me?” he’d say with a grin, his eyes darkening with desire. “You’re the only one who makes me this hard.” I knew about blowjobs from those videos I’d snuck peeks at—girls looking so confident, guys moaning in pure ecstasy—but the idea both excited and terrified me. It felt so vulnerable, so exposed. Eventually, after a particularly steamy evening where his fingers had teased me under the table at a pub, sliding up my thigh and brushing against my panties until I was breathless and aching with need, I gave in.
“Okay,” I murmured against his neck one night, our bodies tangled on his bed again, the room heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth drifting in from the cracked window. “I’ll try it. For you.”
His eyes lit up like stars, a broad smile breaking across his face. “Really? You sure, Julieya? I don’t want to push you.”
I nodded, my voice shaky but resolute. “Yeah. Just… be patient with me. Tell me what to do, okay? I want to make you feel good.”
We dimmed the lights, the room bathed in the soft, golden glow from a small lamp on his cluttered desk, casting long shadows across the posters on his walls. He stood up slowly, his movements deliberate, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his toned chest, the light dusting of hair trailing down to his abs. I watched, my breath catching in my throat as he unzipped his jeans and slid them down along with his boxers. There it was—his dick, springing free, hard and veined, pointing right at me. It looked bigger than I’d imagined, thicker, with a slight upward curve, the head flushed a deep pink. A wave of revulsion hit me unexpectedly; it seemed so raw, so primal, so… unfamiliar. The musky scent hit my nose, a mix of sweat and something uniquely him, and I wrinkled it instinctively. “Oh god,” I muttered, turning my head away, my hands fidgeting in my lap. “I don’t know if I can do this. It feels… weird. Bad, even. Like, the smell… it’s too much.”
Kevin stepped closer, his hand gently cupping my chin to turn my face back toward him, his touch warm and reassuring. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s just me, Julieya. Look at it—it’s because of you. You make me this hard, this ready.” He stroked himself lightly with his free hand, making it twitch slightly, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. “Touch it first. Get used to it. Feel how warm it is, how it’s pulsing for you.”
I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I stared at it, but his voice was so soothing, and the way he looked at me—full of raw desire and tenderness—started to melt my resistance. Tentatively, I reached out, my fingers wrapping around the warm shaft. It was smooth, hot, like velvet over steel, pulsing under my touch with each beat of his heart. “It’s… not as bad as I thought,” I admitted softly, stroking it slowly from base to tip, feeling the veins throb against my palm.
“See?” he said, his breath hitching, a low groan escaping his lips. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Now imagine your mouth on it. It’ll feel incredible for me—and I bet you’ll like it too, the power of making me lose control.”
But I pulled back again, shaking my head, doubt flooding back in. “I can’t. It smells… I don’t know, too strong. Maybe we can just kiss instead? Or you can touch me more?”
He groaned playfully, but there was an edge of frustration in his eyes, his hand still lazily stroking himself. “Come on, Julieya. We’ve come this far. Let me make you feel good first, show you how much I want this.” He leaned down, kissing me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth with hungry passion. His hands slipped under my shirt, caressing my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened into tight peaks, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. His mouth trailed down my neck, sucking lightly, leaving little red marks that made me gasp. Meanwhile, one hand dipped between my legs, rubbing me through my panties, the fabric already damp from my growing arousal.
“Kevin… oh god,” I moaned, my body arching against him involuntarily, hips bucking to seek more friction.
“Feel that?” he whispered hotly in my ear, his breath tickling my skin. “That’s how you make me feel—desperate, aching. Now let me show you more.” He slid my panties aside, his fingers delving inside me, pumping slowly at first, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. His thumb worked my clit in tight circles, the pressure just right, building me up until I was dripping wet and squirming beneath him.
“Alex—wait, Kevin… please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for, my mind a haze of need. The slip of his name didn’t register in the moment; I was too far gone.
“Give me what I want, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see fireworks,” he promised, his fingers speeding up, the slick sounds echoing in the quiet room. “Say yes, Julieya. Let me feel your mouth.”
I was teetering on the edge, my body betraying me, craving release. “Okay… okay, I’ll do it. Just don’t stop touching me after.”
He pulled his hand away just as I was about to shatter, leaving me frustrated and needy, a whine escaping my lips. “Good girl,” he said, standing up again, his dick inches from my face, the scent stronger now but mingled with my own arousal. I leaned forward, my heart racing like a freight train, and tentatively licked the tip. It was salty, a bit bitter, with that underlying musk, but not as gross as I’d feared. Encouraged by his sharp intake of breath, I opened my mouth wider, taking the head inside, my lips sealing around it.
**Minute 1:** I started slow, my lips wrapping tightly around the swollen tip, sucking gently like I’d seen in those videos, my tongue flicking experimentally over the slit where more pre-cum beaded. It tasted tangy, almost metallic, but intriguing now that I was committed. Kevin’s hand tangled in my hair, not pulling but guiding me lightly. “That’s it, Julieya. Just like that. Suck a little harder—fuck, yes.” I did, hollowing my cheeks to create more suction, feeling the warmth fill my mouth completely. It was awkward at first—my jaw already starting to ache from the stretch—but the way he groaned, low and guttural, spurred me on. “You’re perfect,” he murmured. “Keep that tongue moving.”
**Minute 2:** Emboldened, I took more of him in, bobbing my head shallowly, my hand gripping the base to steady myself and control the depth. Saliva built up quickly, making everything slippery and slick, easing the slide. “Fuck, your mouth is so warm and wet,” he murmured, his accent thicker with lust. “Use your tongue more—swirl it around the head, like you’re tasting your favorite ice cream.” I obeyed, tracing lazy circles under the ridge, feeling the smooth texture of the glans and the pulsing veins beneath. My free hand cupped his balls, heavy and warm in my palm, squeezing gently, experimentally rolling them. He bucked slightly, hips jerking forward. “Yes, just like that. God, you’re driving me insane.”
**Minute 3:** I found a rhythm now, sliding up and down, taking about half his length with each bob, my lips stretched wide around his girth. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, hot and insistent. “Deeper, baby,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “Relax your throat—breathe through your nose.” I tried, pushing further, gagging a little as he hit the back of my mouth, a reflexive spasm making my eyes water. Tears pricked at the corners, but I pushed through, focusing on my breathing, the musky scent overwhelming but now mixed with the heady rush of my own arousal. “Good girl, you’re taking it so well,” he praised. “Slow down a bit—make me beg for more.”
**Minute 4:** Spit dribbled down my chin, messy and uncontrolled, as I sped up slightly, my head moving faster, the wet slurping sounds filling the room like an erotic symphony. Kevin’s grip tightened in my hair, not painful but possessive. “You’re doing amazing. Look up at me—let me see those beautiful eyes.” I did, lifting my gaze to meet his, seeing the raw lust there, his pupils blown wide. It made me feel powerful, desired, even as my jaw burned from the effort. I hummed around him experimentally, the vibration traveling through his shaft, making him hiss sharply. “Shit, that’s good. Keep going, add a twist with your hand.”
**Minute 5:** I was fully into it now, my hand stroking what my mouth couldn’t reach, twisting slightly at the base for extra friction, syncing with my bobs. His hips started thrusting gently, fucking my mouth in shallow, controlled pumps that made my pulse race. “Suck harder—yes, like that. God, Julieya, you’re a natural at this.” Drool coated everything—his shaft, my chin, even dripping onto my shirt—and I slurped noisily, embracing the messiness. My own panties were soaked through, my thighs clenching with unmet need, the ache between my legs mirroring the one in my jaw. “Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven,” he groaned. “Don’t stop—build it up.”
I took a quick break then, pulling off with a gasp, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. “I… I need a second,” I panted, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “My jaw hurts, but… I like how you taste now. Salty, but good.”
He smiled down at me, stroking my cheek. “You’re incredible. Take your time, but don’t leave me hanging too long.”
**Minute 6:** Fatigue was setting in—my neck ached from the angle, my lips feeling numb and swollen—but I didn’t stop for long. I varied it to keep things fresh, pulling off to lick along the entire shaft, tracing the prominent veins with the flat of my tongue, from base to tip and back again. Then, I sucked his balls into my mouth one by one, gently rolling them with my tongue, the skin soft and slightly wrinkled. “Holy fuck,” he gasped, his knees buckling slightly. “That’s amazing—don’t stop. Back on my cock now.” I plunged down again, deeper this time, gagging but holding, tears streaming down my cheeks as I forced myself to relax. “Yes, take it deeper,” he urged. “You’re so fucking hot like this.”
**Minute 7:** He was getting rougher now, his hand guiding my head faster, fingers woven tightly in my hair. “Take it all, baby. You’re mine—show me.” I choked, sputtering around him, but the lingering horniness from his earlier touches kept me going, fueling my determination. My tongue pressed flat against the underside, massaging the sensitive frenulum as I bobbed relentlessly. His moans grew louder, ragged and uncontrolled, echoing off the walls. “So close… but not yet. Edge me, slow it down.” I eased up, sucking languidly, teasing the head with light flicks.
**Minute 8:** My rhythm faltered from exhaustion, saliva everywhere, but I powered through, using both hands now—one stroking in tandem with my mouth, the other on his thigh for balance, feeling the muscles tense under my fingers. “Slower now,” he instructed, his voice breathy. “Tease me—lick the tip like a lollipop.” I did, licking lazily, sucking just the head into my mouth with popping sounds, edging him until he was trembling. “You’re killing me,” he laughed breathlessly, his head thrown back. “Faster again—build me back up.”
**Minute 9:** Back to full intensity, my mouth a blur of motion, saliva flying as I hollowed my cheeks to the max, tongue swirling frantically around every inch I could reach. His body tensed, veins bulging in his neck, sweat beading on his forehead. “Almost… keep sucking, don’t you dare stop.” I could feel him swelling even more, the head flaring against my tongue. My jaw screamed in protest, muscles burning, but I was determined to finish what I’d started. “Fuck, Julieya, your mouth is magic,” he panted. “Harder—use your teeth a little, graze me.”
**Minute 10:** Finally, I felt him swell impossibly larger, throbbing wildly as I went too fast, my enthusiasm peaking. But just as he was on the brink, he pulled out suddenly with a gasp, his hand replacing mine on his shaft. “Wait—kiss me,” he demanded, leaning down to capture my lips in a fierce, messy kiss, tasting himself on my tongue. His free hand jerked himself roughly while we kissed, and then he broke away, breathing hard. “Give me a fast handjob—finish me off.”
I wrapped my hand around him again, slick from my saliva, pumping quickly up and down. “Will you cum like in the videos?” I asked, a little excited now, my voice husky from the strain. “I want to see it.”
“Yeah, baby—fuck, yes,” he groaned, his hips thrusting into my fist. Moments later, he tensed, and with a deep, primal moan, he came hard, ropes of hot, sticky cum shooting out onto my hand and his stomach. The taste from earlier lingered in my mouth—salty, bitter, but now mixed with the satisfaction of having done it. He pulled me in for another kiss, his body shuddering. “That was incredible. Now, let me fuck you properly—let’s do everything.”
But I shook my head, still catching my breath, my body buzzing but my mind clearing. “No, Kevin. Not tonight. I’m not ready for that yet. Let’s just… cuddle.”
He sighed but nodded, pulling me close. “Okay, love. Whenever you’re ready.” And that was my first time tasting a dick—overwhelming, intense, a mix of revulsion turning to empowerment, with that unique flavor I’d never forget.
