Afternoon Delight, or I Can Do It!

     Of course, all these years later I can't remember why at that point I'd decided to try it or why (or even if) I'd been particularly horny that afternoon after my workout. I don't think now that there'd been anything going on, it was just another day. I'd walked back to my room, a single in a suite with several friends I'd known since freshman year, intending to shower and change, do a load of laundry, then go to dinner around 6:00 as usual. I passed Jenn's room at the end of our short hall and gave her a wave and a "hi!" through her open door to which she'd responded in kind and walked past the other 4 rooms, quiet. closed and empty, to mine at the other end. Jenn was smart and pretty with a great body but we weren't close more friends-of-friends and she wasn't an item of interest to me and I honestly don't think I'd ever fantasized about her when masturbating, a claim I cannot honestly make about the vast majority of my female friends & acquaintances. Kind of strange, in retrospect, but there it is.

     So... sorry, Jenn, I guess. She actually ended up marrying one of our other roommates, so I presume at least one of us back then had been waxing his weasel while thinking of her. He was a good guy so I was happy when I'd heard of their wedding through the grapevine years later.

     Anyway, just to say it wasn't Jenn, if anything that day, that had me in some sort of mood as I stripped off my workout clothes before heading to the shower but I'd sat down naked on the edge of my bed and considered jacking-off. Which was not really unusual: I liked to do it after a run or a weight-lifting session, but it wasn't often then that there was any privacy to do so. I was, usually, too chicken to do it in the gym showers, even if I was alone, and although I had my own room, usually one or other roomie was at home next door on either side, or out in the lounge right across the hall, or there were people just walking by in the hall outside my door. This year was a little better in that regard since we had our "own" hallway, there was no big boisterous lounge area and I was all the way on the end. So, unless my one next-door roommate was in, I could pretty much do myself without concern of being overheard.  

     Still, 4:30 in the afternoon didn't seem like the "right" time to masturbate. I mean, in the middle of the night, or just when waking up, that seemed the "normal" time to do it. Isn't that when most people did it?  No one out and about to wander by or overhear your lubed hand working it, the bed squeaking if you were really getting into it or shagging your pillow, or your careless moan as you climaxed a lot harder than you'd expected. So, I thought I'd let my orgasm wait until I went to bed, as I usually did. But then I thought I was into the idea of doing it now, I'd probably be tired later, my roommate would be back then, right next door, so I'd be trying to be quiet and if he stayed up, well, I might not even do it at all. 

     No one was around then except Jenn, and she was too far away to hear anything. 

     OK, then. I'm gonna do it.

     I swung my legs up onto bed and lay back, head on my pillow. Lube? Dry? Maybe a pillow hump? Maybe...no one around to hear the unavoidable noises that made once I was really going at it. I just started gently working it without lube and closed my eyes as I quickly hardened up.

     Today I have no idea why I'd decided then to see if I could suck it. I know it wasn't something that I'd though about then, even occasionally. Oh, I'd heard guys joke about it - "if I could do that, I'd never leave the house" but I had just presumed, without ever ever trying, that most guys couldn't do it. Maybe if you were hung like a horse, or double jointed, or one of those contortionists in the carnival you could, but for everyone else it just wasn't going to happen. 

      And would you even want to, it you could? Another question I'd never asked myself: I'd never had a blowjob, let alone thought of giving myself one. Then lying there gently pumping myself I remembered a friend from junior high school, one afternoon, up in my room (another story) and he'd asked me if I'd ever tried to suck my own dick? Then he'd sat down on the floor, lain back and flipped his legs up over his head (giving me a very clear and quite undesired view of his backside in the process) and tried to pull his hips down towards his head while trying to get his mouth up to reach his dick. 

     "I can't do it."

     "I've never tried," I said, standing there, myself also naked, and hard.

     "You're longer, maybe you can," he said, going back to a sitting position then leaning against my bed, starting to masturbate.

     I joined him on the floor and took my own erection in hand.

     "You want to try sucking mine, and I'll do it to you, too?"

     "No, not really."

     "OK." I was kind of relieved because I didn't really want to put his dick in my mouth, but fair was fair, right? And I didn't really want my first blowjob to be from a guy... 

     That afternoon, years later, alone in my dorm room, I'd scooted down the bed a bit, brought the pillow back under my head, flipped my own legs over my head, and with only a slight downward pressure on my hips, more for positioning than anything, slid the head of my penis into my mouth. 

     Huh! Well, that wasn't so hard.

     OK.. Now what?       

     How do you give a blowjob, anyway? 

     In that position, I discovered, apparently only with great difficulty, and not very well. I could not only get the head into my mouth, but the first inch or two of my shaft. So far, so good. But actually DOING anything to my penis with my mouth, with my lips and tongue, was pretty much impossible. I was scrunched up in a little ball, my chin against my chest, making it difficult to move my jaws, having to move my penis in & out of my mouth by pulling my hips into my face with my hands, finding very little room for my tongue to work around with my mouth stuffed full of penis not to mention having to actually be able to breath during the process. 

    Oh, and yeah, teeth. Not ideal. 

    I gave it a good try for five or ten minutes, having to stop and pull out to rest, then reposition for re-entry and another attempt. But, it just wasn't doing much for me. I took myself in mouth again as best I could, then slipped out, gave my glans a last few determined swirlies with my tongue and then taking myself into my mouth one last time for more attempts at actual sucking, but meeting with no greater success than the last few minutes had produced, pulled out and flopped back down supine and contemplated my discovery. 

    I CAN suck myself. But, it sucks. 

    I felt rather let down, actually. Well, it had felt good being inside my own mouth(!) That was cool, right? But it wasn't going to male me cum or anything. And it was just an awkward and uncomfortable position to be in. Really, not comfortable at all. I cupped my balls in my left hand and took hold of myself in my right and began to get back to business the proper way but just about then I started to feel a twinge in my upper back I thought "oh great, this is what I get for being stupid" so I swung my legs off the bed and went through a series of full body stretches to address anything I might have done to myself in my rather pathetic attempt at knob-gobbling. I again sat back on the edge of my bed, spat in my hand and laying back across the bed, started to masturbate again "the normal way." 

     Already worked up and now with my erection at full hardness, almost red in its excitement and all slicked up with spit I started to get into it pretty quickly and, of course, then thought I should try using my mouth again. Too bad I couldn't just lean over and do it, sitting right here, I thought as I debated going back into the position I'd just tried unsuccessfully.  

     Wait a minute... Could I?

     I kind of stretched my back and my neck, to get loosened up, settled on the edge of my bed, held my erection straight up with my left hand and slipping my right under my right thigh, curled forward, lowering my head, and pulling my hips up, slipped about 3 inches of my penis into my open mouth. 

     Closing my lips around it, I sucked. Then breathed. Then sucked, and I mean actually sucked, again. 

     Ohhhh....!

     I could move my head up and down. I could move my hips and my penis up and down. I could breath. I pulled my mouth off my erection with a little slurping sound.

     Holy s--t! I. Can. Do. It.

     I licked my lips, worked up a mouthful of spit, and lowered my head. Once the first few inches of my erection were in my mouth I was able to let go of it with my left hand slip that under my left thigh, and now more or less comfortably curled up, I began to actually suck myself. I quickly got into a sort of rhythm of pushing my face down gently, pulling my hips up gently, sucking and breathing and trying, mostly unsuccessfully, to put my tongue to some use. My chin down almost to my chest and my mouth full of my own erection, I still couldn't do that. But it didn't matter. With the head of my penis well into my mouth and sliding against my tongue and palate, and my lips able to caress my frenulum and the base of my glans, the pleasure began to intensify and I soon had no doubt that I would be able to bring myself to orgasm. I worked on myself like this for a couple of minutes, taking it slow, trying to breath, feeling my penis pass through my lips on its way in then back out of my mouth, and giving it good, hard suck, suck, suck now and then, then pulled off, stopping to listen to make sure no one had come back taking a few good breaths and getting another good mouthful of spit before lowering my head and guiding my erection into my mouth again.

     Both hands now clasped behind my thighs I began sucking myself, really more pumping in and out of my mouth, or bobbing my head on my dick, in earnest. Again, I quickly got into a sort of rhythm with my head, hips and breathing and despite a slight feeling of tightness in my neck, I knew I'd be able to and decided right then to make myself cum in my own mouth RIGHT NOW!. I think that realization, knowing that I was going to be able to make myself cum with my mouth, rather than my hand (or my thighs) more than the actual physical stimulation was what brought on my orgasm so quickly. I was doing just what I'd been doing a couple minutes ago but now my mind was like "I'm actually gonna suck myself off! I'm really gonna suck myself off!" like it was some huge moment of self-discovery or something. And I was of course suddenly a bit ashamed at being so excited about being able to do and so enjoying this, thinking if I weren't a virgin I wouldn't be so into it, but I kept sucking, and those thoughts passed out of my mind. And, wow, it really did feel good and just before I started to orgasm, the sensation and thought of just having my mouth on the end of my penis, brought me to that feeling you get just before you lose it, and it was there without my hand on my penis and I thought suddenly that this was so cool and I went suck, suck, suck! - breath... suck, suck, suck! - breath .... suck, suck, suck! 

    Oh, like that! Yeah, it's gonna work, I'm gonna do it!

     I pulled myself in as snug as I could and got my penis just where I wanted it inside my mouth so I could do it again but then before I could start again and way before I was actually expecting to, I exploded inside my mouth. 

     I think my cum (never tried anyone else's) tastes like crap and I got a mouthful for the first time but I didn't care and I resisted grabbing my dick at its base as I usually did and managed to keep my head down and my penis in my mouth through my whole orgasm, no longer able to keep to my rhythm but just rocking back and forth as my body shuddered and my dick twitched and then gave a second spurt and blissful spasm a few seconds into my climax which was quite intense and felt soooooo good but not having the benefit of my hand continuing to work my penis through it (so I thought) seemed to pass more quickly than my usual jerk-off orgasms and as it vanished I uncoiled and slid off to the bed and onto the floor and vigorously pumped myself hoping there was just one more spasm I could induce but that was it - my orgasm had passed and I gave up and just lay spent there on the carpet marveling at what I'd just done. 

    About fifteen minutes later, I wrapped a towel around me and walked a bit wobbly and stiff into the bathroom and stood under the shower and just stayed there for several minutes with the hot water pounding on my neck and back thinking. "I had my penis in my own mouth. I hope I didn't pull a muscle or something. I just gave myself a blowjob. My neck is stiff. I just gave myself my FIRST blowjob. I hope I didn't hurt my neck. I just sucked my own penis. I liked the feeling of my penis in my mouth. I had an orgasm in my own mouth! But my neck is sore." 

     I wondered if other guys did this, or if it was really uncommon, or unusual. Was it weird? Was I weird, for doing it?  And for LIKING it?  Did any of my friends do it?  I wondered if I should, meaning if it would be safe, since my neck was sore, to do it again. Then I tried not to think about it, telling myself that it was no big deal, it's just masturbation, really.

     I washed my hair and then squired conditioner in my hand, stepped out of the shower spray and leaning against the far wall of the stall, quickly came to full erection and vigorously masturbated to another orgasm.

     A half hour later at dinner I wondered what my friends at the table, both guys and girls, would think if they knew I'd just given myself a blowjob.

    When I went to bed about 1:30 that night, I couldn't not think about it and again masturbated, fantasizing about giving myself a blowjob that afternoon. I used lube because it felt so good but had to go slow so as not to make that loud "squish-squish" noise I was afraid my neighbor would hear though I didn't even know if he was awake. So it took awhile and when I finally came almost a half-hour later I came really, really hard.