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My First Blow Jobs: In the Theater; As Someone Watched


bj2Sex acts for the first time are pretty terrifying for everyone because you really have no idea what you’re doing. No one gave you a tutorial, no one gave you training wheels, the Internet didn’t have all of the things on it yet, and you were quite literally taking a stab in the dark. Or perhaps it was daytime.

PenI was horny AF growing up, so I definitely had a lot of practice with myself. However, I’d never touched a real penis and didn’t exactly know how they operate. The closest I’d gotten to a penis before age 17 was a squiggly vibrating pen (The Dizzy Doodler) I’d push up my pussy, grabbing random guy friends (as I’ve mentioned, there was a lot of grabbing at my school), and an auto-penetrating vibrator I was able to purchase 007-style online on the family computer when my parents weren’t home one night. Remembering to clear the browser history, of course.

I had my first kiss with a boy when I was 12 while I was on the road with my parents, and my boobs seemed to become conversation pieces early on in junior high and high school and were always getting groped by someone. (I realize how Trump-like this all sounds, but it was actually consensual among all parties. Teenagers are extremely horny.) I masturbated pretty frequently and fantasized about what having sex feels like, but I remember being quite nervous in advance about my first time.

At 17 I figured that the next step in the succession of sex things would be to give a blow job. I did all of the necessary Googling and probably practiced on a hot dog; but I needed a victim. I seemed to only be interested in guys that I couldn’t have, but I did have a lot of guy friends. One of those friends and I happened to have the same period free in high school, so we sat in one of the practice rooms together in the music department to rehearse, do homework, or just hang out. I figured it was a good opportunity to fulfill my quest.

We flirted a lot and he and my boobs were acquainted, so one day I threw the idea out there that I’d blow him if he wanted. He couldn’t say yes quickly enough, and soon we were looking around for a private place to carry out our plan. All of the classrooms were occupied or didn’t have any private space, but being music geeks we knew that nothing was going on in the theater and that the stage would be empty.

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My actual high school theater

As predicted, when we opened the side door to the backstage, the entire theater was pitch black  except for the soft orange glow of the fire exit signs. On each wing of the stage were double doors that led to a small space with another set of doors that led to the hallway. These spaces weren’t really used unless they were necessary for a production or assembly, so it was the exact private spot we were looking for.

We went through the double doors, he stood against the wall in the dark, and I got on my kneeslight in front of him. It was nearly pitch black except for the sliver of light coming from under the hallway doors that just barely illuminated the space enough to not bump into things. I took off my shirt and bra so he could see and touch my tits if he wanted. He unzipped his pants in anticipation for me, and my hands traveled up his jeans. By the time I got to it, his cock was already hard so I took it in my hand and gently stroked it. It was an average-sized, circumcised cock; good for a first time.

I distinctly remember the way he smelled. It was a strong scent; sharp but sweet. Probably his body wash. I jerked him off and teased his balls for a couple of minutes, nervous about someone walking through either unlocked set of doors and catching us in the act. After what I thought was an appropriate length of time to stroke him, I tasted the base of his cock and licked the length of him.

A droplet from the tip of his penis splashed down onto my cleavage, then I grabbed the next droplet of pre-cum with my thumb and slid it around the head of his cock. Slowly I took his tip in my mouth and heard him gasp as my tongue playfully bounced around him. My lips slid down his shaft until they met his soft tuft of pubic hair. He moaned softly when all of him was inside of my mouth, and I began gaining confidence when I saw how he clearly was enjoying himself.

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I figured sucking his cock at a steady, consistent pace would do the trick, and his quickened breathing told me I was right. I buried his shaft in my mouth until I felt it hit the back of my throat, and I savored every inch of him. I blew him for a few minutes, careful of my speed, teeth, and hands; and his hushed moans became more frequent and intense. But let’s be real here, we were in high school so it didn’t exactly take me long to make him cum.

I started getting the hang of performing a blow job and soon enough he let out a low, baritone grumble; as his shaft was immersed in my throat he warned me that he was going to cum. I quickened my speed with one hand at the base of his cock while my mouth engulfed the rest, and as I bounced up and down rhythmically I felt his penis thicken and begin to pulsate. Then with a jerk of his hips and a suppressed shout, his cum exploded against the back of my throat as his fingers squeezed into my hair.

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I saw no point in swishing it all around my mouth and spitting it out, so I swallowed his semen as he caught his breath and began tucking himself back in. I was pretty happy with my performance that was quite clearly successful and he thanked me profusely. Thankfully, nothing weird happened to our friendship, and it occurred a couple more times – but one time got a little more interesting when our gay friend asked to watch.

Yes, somehow there I was in the dark wing of my high school theaterbj3 blowing my friend as someone else sat next to us watching. Neither of them were uncomfortable and it didn’t bother me, so why not? I told my gay best friend all of the details anyway, so he might as well be there and save me a step. I was happy to have had some practice before having an audience though, and surprisingly he didn’t jerk off. But I sucked my friend’s cock with just as much enthusiasm as before and even tried some new techniques as my other friend watched us and said how hot it was.

Obviously the more you practice something the better you get, but I seemed to do alright on my first tries. I always had a happy customer those few times, and it was definitely better than studying or doing homework during our free period. I tend to block out a lot of memories from my past, but I definitely remember my first blow job. 😉

2 comments on “My First Blow Jobs: In the Theater; As Someone Watched

  1. That was hot as hell.

    I’ve had two blow jobs in theatres, both within a two month period in 1996.

    The first one was by my (now ex-)wife, while we were waiting for MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATRE 3000: THE MOVIE to start at a cinema in Orlando. It was a spontaneous thing, she suggested it, and I was down for it. (We were pretty adventurous and had sex in semi-public places, she’d given me “road head” before – hell, we’d even had sex while driving down the interstate.)

    There was nobody there (it was a weekday matinee showing) and it was pretty dark already. I rarely reach orgasm from oral sex, and considering we only had ~10 minutes before the movie started, she didn’t have time to ensure that happened – which wasn’t the point, I don’t believe. I think she wanted to ‘tease’ me so when we got home, I’d be extra-randy. And it worked.

    It was fun, exciting, the idea of doing that and the potential of being spotted/caught, but nobody came in. She stopped when the previews started, I zipped up and we made out during the previews, fondled each other throughout the movie, and when it was over, went home and fucked for the rest of the afternoon.

    A couple months later, I was visiting my girlfriend in New York (like I said, we were pretty adventurous and a relatively open relationship.) I’d told her about the experience in the theatre with my wife over the phone and it turned her own a whole lot, hearing about it.

    She’d been fantasizing about it since then and when I visited, she’d already asked if that was something we could do. Of course, I said yes.

    We went to an weekend afternoon showing of MISSION IMPOSSIBLE. There were people in the theatre, but I wouldn’t say it was crowded. We chose the back corner, the darkest, out of line of sight for anyone coming in or out. The theatre had the chairs with the arms that went up, and she had brought a blanket (something she did in theatres normally, as she found them to be a bit chilly.)

    Prior to this, she’d only ever been fondled/fondled someone in the theatre under the blanket (back in her college days), and in fact, other than giving me a blow job at a party with other people nearby and aware (though most weren’t actually watching), this was her most public sex act.

    The previews started, people stopped trickling in; fortunately, most of them were in the front or middle of the theatre. Only a couple people were in the latter half, and they were in the center section and nobody as far back as us.

    The first twenty minutes of the movie, she teased me, hand down my pants, playing with me, getting me hard and very horny. (She was aware of my tendency not to reach climax through oral sex, and knew she was in for the long haul.)

    Finally, she couldn’t wait any longer and she lay down (having lifted the arms of several chairs to accomodate her), covered her self with the blanket (so we could claim she was sleeping/dozing/not feeling well if anyone questioned) and proceeded to start licking and sucking me.

    It lasted pretty much the whole movie before I came in her mouth. She took breaks frequently, sitting up at times, other times just nuzzling me/my cock, being affectionate and keeping me hard. She even went for a bathroom break at one point, so I kept the blanket on my lap, pants unzipped and open, and played with myself to stay hard for her.

    I think there was about ten minutes left in the movie. She was under the blanket, working vigorously, sensing that I was finally close. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prick, and glanced to my left, towards the nearest exit.

    A man, somewhere in his thirties or forties stood there; he wasn’t an employee, probably just a patron returning from the rest room. He was watching (he couldn’t see her, but he could see enough to figure out what was going on) and when there was enough light from the movie screen for us to make eye contact, he nodded, smiled, and gave me a thumbs up before heading to his seat.

    Not long after that, I finally climaxed, and she swallowed (almost) every drop. Then, as we always did, we kissed, so I could taste myself in mouth, something I’ve always enjoyed.

    I told her about the guy after we got into the car to head back to her place, and she was excited about it, but glad she hadn’t known at the time as she felt it would’ve been awkward.

    Since then, sadly, the only theatre-play times I’ve had have been some hands down my pants/up their skirts with a couple girlfriends. But, I’ll always have those two… and to this day, I still say that MISSION IMPOSSIBLE is the best movie I’d never seen. (Though I was sitting facing the screen, half the time my eyes were closed…. and even when they weren’t, I wasn’t paying attention to the movie. I can only recall a couple scenes total.)

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