Meghan"s Mystery Man

Hey fellas,

Last October, my friend's parents had a bonfire party thing at their farmhouse and, of course, I was invited. There were like 30 or 40 people there. It was like a Sunday bbq but on a saturday night and with smores and hotdogs. I had been there a couple hours and got up from the bonfire to go use the restroom inside. After, I was passing through the kitchen to head back to the bonfire when I started chatting with this guy. He was older, but not crazy old, probably his mid-to-late 30s. Very handsome, with some scruff going on. He flirted a little, I was was receptive, and eventually he asked if I wanted to somewhere else to chat a bit. I took him upstairs to my friends room. From her window we could see the fire and everyone.

We sat on the bed and he offered me a gummy bear. I was amused because for one it was bigger than a normal gummy and two it was so out of nowhere. But I love gummy bears so I ate it.

We begin kissing, his hand cupping my face. We lay on the bed and he feels me up over my sweatshirt. I roll on top of him and pull the sweatshirt off. He feels me up over my tanktop then runs his hands up underneath it to feel the skin of my breasts and rub my nipples. I let him. I lean forward, kiss him, his neck, make my way down kissing his chest thru his shirt, pulling it up to kiss down his happy trail. I unbutton his jeans. I slowly unzip his pants. I put my face to the ever growing bulge in his boxerbriefs and inhale, then lightly nip at him through the fabric. I pull it out. There's some girth to it, for sure, but it isn't terribly long. I drop to my knees beside the bed and lick, kiss, suck the sides of the shaft and tip before sliding it in between my lips, over my tongue. The fact he isn't long meant I could take him all the way to the back of my throat. The fact he was thick stretched my mouth to the limits.

By now I was feeling tingly all over and I was soaked in my panties. I kept thinking I must be way hornier than I thought. He was moaning. I like when the guy moans. I like knowing I'm doing a good job. And his cock had a nice taste to it, and I noticed I wasn't thinking about my jaw aching, in fact my mouth was sliding up and down on his cock with little difficulty. Then it hit me.

I stopped and asked if that was a mary jane gummy. He cupped the side of my face and said "This is the best blowjob I've ever had" and kind of lowered my head back into his lap. I let him push the tip into my mouth before resuming on my own. I figured I was already feeling it and couldn't do anything about it either way so might as well enjoy it.

Some time past, I was too into what I was doing to know how much. After some time though he had his hand on the back of my head again and he was kind of raising his hips and I have a tendency to moan or make noises when I'm giving head and this was causing me to be a bit more audible and then he pushed my head down and moaned intensely as he kind of came off the bed and thrusted himself gently into my mouth. There was a blast of familiar warm and salty liquid in the back of my throat before it more just flowed out of his tip. At the angle I was at I just basically went limp and let him do what he needed and swallowed what I could, though a lot dribbled out onto my tanktop when he pulled himself out of my mouth.

He thanked me and left to use the bathroom as I put my sweatshirt back on to hide the cumstains. After a few mintues he hadn't come back. I looked for him but the bathroom was empty, as was both the downstairs ones. I went outside and couldn't find him. I guess he must have left right away.

I never even got his name.