The First Taste
For most of my life, I led a pretty sheltered existence. I came from a Southern Baptist family and went to a local Christian school throughout elementary to high school. Needless to say, we were raised and taught in a pretty strict way. Sex was something to occur only after marriage, and though I had a girlfriend throughout high school, the farthest I ever got was third base. To be honest, I was surprised I'd even got that far, but I think both of us were too damn horny not to at least try something.
After graduating high school, I gave her a "Promise Ring", which was supposed to symbolize my desire to one day propose. However, we never made it that far since we both attended different colleges. Still, we did manage to keep our relationship throughout our sophomore year. To be honest, after that year I started to question some things regarding my upbringing and I think that was the nail in the coffin for her, but that's getting a bit further afield than we need to for this story.
I was accepted to a number of universities, but given I wanted to go into international business, like my father, I went to the school with the best program for that degree. It happened to be a state school and not Christian, which as you can no doubt believe, caused a bit of a scandal in our community. To them, non-Christian colleges were "Liberal Indoctrination" centers, but my father supported my decision and I end up going there.
Not much happened my freshman year. I got a 4.0, which was the result of staying in on the weekends and not partying like 99% of the rest of the campus did. I did, however, make a few new friends. All of which were partiers, and all of which tried to get me to go out partying with them almost weekly. I always politely declined, and I think it became sort of a game for them to see if they could peer pressure me into going. If truth be told, I wanted to go, but I think I was a bit scared having never done so before. I'd drank a few times back home with my cousins, but that was the extent of my partying. Still, when you're in college, especially having led a sheltered life up until that point, peer pressure is strong. Finally, just to get them off my back, I told them I'd drink after my last exam.
Though I tried to back out of it, they refused to allow me the opportunity. So, there I was, if not the first time I'd ever drank, I was still very much a beginner. Still, I managed to have a lot of fun. My friends kept me from drinking too much too fast, and made me stick to beer only, which given some of my later experiments with alcohol, was a Godsend. We party hopped our way through the student housing just off campus. However, sometime late in the night, I managed to get lost. I still don't really know how, but by that time I didn't really care. I was having too much fun, and the alcohol gave me enough courage to talk to anyone.
In fact, at the next party I walked to, I ended up meeting a guy named Mike, and we ended up drinking together until the wee small hours in the morning. However, when the party scene started dying down and we couldn't find any more alcohol, he suggested we head back to his place for the beers he had there. I was probably drunk enough by that point, but I didn't argue. Besides which, I really couldn't have found my way home if I tried.
He lived in a sort of loft, with only a curtain separating the rooms. One room was his bedroom, where he had a sort of bunkbed, with his bed on top, and a futon at the bottom. Given I had already told him I wouldn't have been able to get home, he told me I could sleep on his futon. We drank for another hour or so. He asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said "Yes". He then told me he could never have a girlfriend, because he liked to fuck too much and even though I had almost zero experience in that field, I lied and said my girlfriend and I "fuck all the time" when she visits. I didn't want to sound as lame as I was, and I think he believed me. The strange thing was, all the talk about fucking was getting me horny as hell and I could feel my dick getting hard, but I couldn't very well pull it out and start masturbating in front of this guy.
Instead, I got this genius idea that I'd pretend to go to bed so I could jerk off in the other room. I looked at him and said, "Hey, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to crash".
Mike looked at me and said, "Yeah, go ahead. I think I'm going to watch some porn for a while".
I think my jaw hit the floor. I know it seems unbelievable, but I had never watched porn before. I saw a Playboy once and it made me hard as a rock, but we had limited screen time at home and the dorm's WIFI prevented students from searching adult themes. I think I almost stayed, because my dick went fully erect at the idea of actually watching porn, but I needed to play with myself at that point, so I went to the other room.
He came in with me, helped me sort out the futon, and gave me a pillow and a blanket. Afterwards, he shut the lamplight off and went into the other room to start watching porn. My dick was out before he even turned it on. To this day, I don't know if he did this on purpose, knowing something might happen if he did, or it was simply happenstance, but the porn was really loud.
So much so, that when I heard it, I think my dick doubled in size. I was playing with myself pretty hard at that point in time, but for reasons I didn't understand at the time, I couldn't have an orgasm. Much later in life, I realized it was because of alcohol, but all that was really happening that night was that I was getting hornier and hornier.
Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore, and I got out of the futon and walked to the curtain and asked, "Hey, Mike, do you mind if I watch it too?"
He barely missed a beat, probably knowing I wouldn't be able to control myself, and replied, "Yeah, I don't care, but just to warn you, I'm jerking off."
At that point, I almost stopped and returned back to the bed, but that thought was quickly overwhelmed by the rest of my brain screaming to go watch porn. I walked out and pointedly kept my eyes on the TV, where a girl was sucking a man's cock. To my right, I could tell something was happening, but not the specifics of it. I sat down on the chair perpendicular to the couch Mike was sitting on and watched the first ever porn video I'd ever seen.
I was so damn horny I could barely think straight. My dick was screaming to be let out of my shorts, but I was so nervous I didn't know what to do. Finally, I looked over to my right to see if Mike could see me or just the TV. Before I even saw his face, I caught a glimpse of him playing with himself. The weirdest part was this turned me on even more for some reason. I wrenched my gaze away from his cock and quickly saw he was only watching the TV and I decided I couldn't help myself anymore. I pulled out my own cock and started stroking it.
The video we watched was a compilation of blowjobs. Each new scene made me hornier and hornier, but the strangest part was my eyes, almost of their own volition, would turn to watch Mike stroking his cock. It got to the point where I was splitting time 50/50 between the porn and watching him play with himself. I think he knew too, because every once in a while, I saw him start to turn his head, and I'd immediately set my eyes to the TV. However, one time, he was too quick and saw me staring without a doubt. I probably blushed and forced my eyes forward, but he knew.
He said, "My God, she sucks dick like a champ."
