My Friend Convinced Me to Try Something for the First Time

Hello again to those of you who keep reading me. I’m Marina, I’m twenty-six years old, and if you’ve made it this far, it’s because something I say resonates with you. This is the second confession I’m writing, and I have to admit it’s harder than the first one, because this time it wasn’t an accident: I went looking for it myself, even though at first I didn’t want to admit it.

A few weeks earlier I had lived through my first real experience with a man. It was with Damián, a lifelong friend, and although I had liked it, I still didn’t fully understand why it had turned me on so much, why I had asked him, of all people, to teach me how to fuck. Every time we ran into each other I blushed and dropped my gaze, as if he could read on my face everything he had done to me, how he had spread my legs, how he had filled my cunt until I shook.

With time we managed to treat each other normally again. One afternoon I asked him to leave things as they had been before, that the sex had been a one-time thing and nothing more, and he took it well. He said goodbye with a long hug and left. I thought that chapter was closed.

But it wasn’t. Because a few days later, while having coffee with Carolina, one of my best friends, I ended up telling her everything in lavish detail. She listened with her eyes wide open, smiling, asking me questions I answered with my face getting redder and redder.

—And you didn’t suck his cock? —she blurted out all of a sudden, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

—No —I answered—. Damián said he was going to teach me that later. And after that there wasn’t a later.

—Then it wasn’t a complete first time —she said, very seriously—. You missed out on the best part. You have no idea what it’s like to have a hard cock in your mouth, Marina. To feel it throb against your tongue, how it gets thicker when you suck it right.

—It’s not that big of a deal —I muttered, though inside something was stirring and I felt my panties getting wet under my jeans.

—Would you like to try? —she asked, lowering her voice.

I stayed quiet for a moment. I was curious, yes, but also a little apprehensive.

—I don’t know —I said at last—. It kind of freaks me out, honestly. Like, the whole thing.

—That’s just at first —she laughed—. After that you love it. I can’t fuck without first swallowing Sebastián’s cock all the way to the back of my throat. If you want, you can try it with my brother.

With her brother? Was she serious?

—You’re crazy —I told her—. How am I supposed to get with your brother?

—He once told me he’d love to put it in your mouth. And you want to learn how to suck cock. It would be perfect: the first time you suck someone off, with a guy you trust, no strings attached. Just that, and that’s it.

—And what’s he going to think of me? He’ll think I’m easy.

—Not at all. I’ll explain to him that it’s so you can learn what it feels like to have a cock in your mouth. If you don’t want anything else after that, no problem. Just that.

I didn’t know what to answer. The only thing I managed to say was that I’d think about it, that if I convinced him first, maybe I’d dare. I said it almost certain it would end there.

***

I was wrong. A few days later, when I had almost forgotten about the whole thing, Carolina called me, all excited. Tomás—that’s her brother’s name—had said yes. She asked me when I wanted them to set it up.

I went speechless. Part of me wanted to back out; another, stronger part felt a mix of nerves and excitement that wouldn’t let me think clearly. In the end I agreed. All that was left was choosing the day.

The following weeks were a delicious torture. The same scene ran through my head a thousand times: what it would be like to have his dick in my mouth, whether it would taste bad, whether I’d gag, whether I’d be able to take it all the way to the back of my throat, whether he’d come inside me. I caught myself thinking about it at any hour, sticking two fingers into my cunt in the shower, imagining it was his cock going inside me, and then scolding myself for being so obsessed.

The plan was Carolina’s, who was an expert at this kind of thing. We would spend the afternoon at her boyfriend Sebastián’s place. She would stay fucking him in one room, and Tomás and I in another. Before going in, I made her promise that nobody would know about this, not even Lucía, our other inseparable friend. Carolina swore it with her hand on her chest, barely holding back laughter.

When we arrived, my nerves had my hands ice-cold. Tomás turned out to be quite a bit more charming than I remembered from the few times I’d seen him. He had a calm smile, with no arrogance at all, and that relaxed me a little. Carolina and Sebastián disappeared down the hallway laughing, and a few minutes later we started hearing her moaning on the other side of the wall, asking Sebastián to fuck her harder. My face flushed bright red. Tomás smiled and took my hand.

We went into the room. I closed the door behind me and, when I turned around, he was facing me, looking at me calmly.

—Are you ready? —he asked.

—I think so —I answered, in a thinner voice than I would have liked—. I’ve never done this. I’ve never sucked one.

—Relax —he said—. I’ll guide you. No rush. You’re going to learn how to suck me the way you like it.

—Okay.

He started kissing me in such a soft, patient way that, to my surprise, the nerves began dissolving. I kissed him back just as eagerly, slipping my tongue into his mouth without shame. His hands traveled over my back, my waist, my nape, and I felt my body loosening, my cunt getting wetter and wetter. He took off my blouse slowly, without roughness, and then my bra, leaving my tits bare and only my black jeans on. I wasn’t embarrassed. On the contrary, I liked the way he looked at me, the way his eyes fixed on my nipples, hard as stones. He bent down and sucked one, then the other, nibbling them just a little, and I felt a wave go straight down between my legs. A stupid little moan slipped out of me that I couldn’t hide.

—Kneel down —he told me in a low voice, once he had me breathing hard.

I did. He unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper, and slid them down together with his boxer briefs. His dick sprang out, already half hard, bigger than I had imagined, with a red, shiny head. He had it there, in front of my face, a hand’s breadth from my mouth, and although at first it intimidated me a little, I also felt an enormous curiosity, a need to touch it, to smell it, to taste it. It was different from what I expected, thicker, with veins marked along the shaft, and something in me, something I hadn’t known I had, wanted to fill my mouth with it.

—Take it with your hand —he instructed—. Gently.

I wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking it slowly, just like I had seen in some video I watched the night before precisely so I wouldn’t be so lost. I felt it get harder between my fingers, lengthening and widening until it was pointing at my face. I opened my mouth, but he stopped me gently.

—Wait. First give it little kisses here, no rush. On the head, on the balls, all over it.

I closed my eyes and gave it small kisses, almost shy ones, that tasted like nothing to me. Then I stuck out my tongue and ran it slowly over the whole tip, tasting that flavor for the first time. It wasn’t unpleasant at all, nothing like what I had imagined. It was only slightly salty, warm, with a taste of clean skin, and that gave me enough confidence to keep going. I licked from the base to the tip in one long motion, like it was an ice cream, and he let out a sigh that made me feel powerful. I sucked his balls one by one, taking them into my mouth carefully, and then I went back up the shaft with my tongue flat against it.

—Like that, very good —he murmured, stroking my hair—. Now put it in your mouth, as far as you can.

I opened wider and took it in. At first only the head, feeling it fill me, stretch my lips. I sucked it hard, wrapping my tongue around it, and he let out a low groan that made my skin prickle. I went down little by little, swallowing a bit more each time, until I felt the limit. Then he was the one who took the reins. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed carefully, and when he reached the back it made me gag and cough a little. He pulled back immediately, with a thread of saliva hanging from my lip to the tip of his cock.

—Breathe —he said calmly—. You don’t have to rush. When you can’t take any more, tell me and I’ll stop.

I nodded, my mouth still open and my chin wet. I took a breath and we tried again. He did it slowly, giving me time, letting me slide my mouth over his dick at my own pace, backing off the moment he noticed I was struggling. We tried several times and I never managed to get past a certain point without getting dizzy. I was starting to get frustrated. Saliva dripped down my chin, onto my tits, and I used it to make the cock slip better between my lips.

But there’s something I have to confess about myself: I’ve never liked giving up. The harder it seemed, the more effort I put in. I asked him to try once more. When I reached my limit, instead of asking him to pull out, I grabbed his hips and pulled him hard toward me. My eyes filled with tears, but not from pain: it was my body reacting on its own. For a couple of seconds I felt like I’d done it, like I had his whole cock down my throat, with him holding the back of my neck and me pulling it toward my face, my nose pressed against his pubis, his balls brushing my chin.

The gag reflex came back and he pulled away. I coughed, breathed deeply, my whole face wet with saliva and tears, and I laughed despite myself.

—Relax —he said, smiling, while he wiped my face with his thumb—. You did amazing. You had it all the way inside. That’s all that matters.

***

After that I let myself go. I wasn’t doing it to prove anything anymore, but because I was really enjoying it, because my cunt was wet to my knees and I felt like if I touched myself I’d come in two seconds. I kissed him, licked him, took him in my hand and set my own rhythm. I took him halfway in and pulled him out with a smack, sucked him again along the sides, ran my tongue underneath, over that thick vein running along it. At times he guided me, grabbing my hair and setting the pace; at other times I was the one deciding, the one pressing my lips harder, the one playing with the tip against my palate.

—Now suck my balls while you hold my dick with your hand —he asked, his voice rough. And I did it without thinking, taking them into my mouth one by one, giving him a slow handjob at the same time. His cock got even harder, thicker, a transparent drop swelling at the tip that I licked eagerly.

Watching him breathe hard, hearing him moan without hiding it, feeling that he was completely surrendered to what I was doing to him with my mouth, turned me on more than I expected. That feeling of power, of having a guy that big trembling because of what my tongue was doing, was new to me and I loved it. Without realizing it I started squeezing my thighs together, rubbing them, looking for relief for the throbbing cunt between them. He noticed and smiled.

—You’re a beautiful little whore, Marina —he told me, and instead of being offended, I got wetter.

I took him all the way in with more eagerness, moving my head up and down, letting him bump against my throat. I didn’t care about gagging anymore, I didn’t care about the saliva dripping down me. I listened to the sounds my mouth made sucking him, to his moans, and far off to Carolina’s as she kept fucking on the other side of the wall, and all of it drove me crazy.

After a while I felt his body start to tense, his breathing turn ragged, his cock getting even harder, almost like stone, inside my mouth. He told me he was about to finish and asked if he could come in my mouth. I told him no, that still freaked me out. So he yanked it out, grabbed his cock with his hand, and jerked himself off for just a few seconds in front of me. I felt hot spurts falling onto my tits, one after another, thick, warm, sliding down to my stomach. There were a lot, more than I expected. I stayed still for a moment, looking at him, surprised at how calm I was after so much nerves, with my face and chest covered in his cum.

Curiosity won out over modesty. I slowly ran my fingers over my skin, gathering the warm, thick semen, and almost without thinking I brought one finger to my mouth. I tasted it with the tip of my tongue first, then sucked my whole finger. It tasted strong, a little bitter, a little salty, but it didn’t disgust me. I brought a second finger to my mouth, then a third, until I had cleaned almost everything that had landed between my tits. I don’t really know why I did it. I suppose I wanted to complete the experience, without leaving anything halfway, just as I had done with everything else that afternoon. Tomás stared at me, mouth open, his cock still half-soft, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Tomás gave a soft laugh and helped me up. He lent me a towel, sweet until the very end. We got dressed, talked for a while about random things like old friends, and when we left the room I felt different. Not ashamed, as I had feared. More than anything, curious about myself, about how far I was capable of going when I let myself be carried away.

Carolina was waiting for me with a knowing smile and, as soon as Tomás got distracted, she squeezed my arm and asked me with her eyes. I just nodded, biting my lip so I wouldn’t laugh.

—Told you —she whispered—. The best part was still pending.

On the way back I couldn’t stop thinking about how easy it had been to cross that line I had thought was so complicated. One conversation, one promise, one afternoon, and suddenly I was someone else, a girl kneeling to suck a cock and licking cum off her fingers. Or maybe I had always been this way, and only now was I getting to know myself.

I still don’t know whether I’ll see him that way again. I also don’t know whether this thing I’m slowly discovering is something I should stop or keep exploring. What I do know is that curiosity, the one they used to tell me as a girl was dangerous, became my best guide.

If you have questions, you know where to find me. I promise the next confession won’t take so long. A huge kiss to everyone who reads me to the end.