My college days
I don't get off on reading words like the stories in this forum, since I am a visual person.
I know there are many here who do, so I will share a few real things that happened to me.
I'll add more later
When I was 6. I constructed a radio station that consisted of a discarded refrigerator box, a speaker on top and an amp and microphone inside. I would read the newspaper inside the studio in my back yard. Naturally, when I entered community college, I made a beeline for the radio station as soon as I was settled in. I became friends with the classical DJ who looked like a stoner and cousin to Tommy Chong. I was hanging out there once when the phone rang. He picked it up and rolled his eyes and handed the phone to me and told me to talk. On the other end of the line was a girl. We started talking, and arranged to meet that night. After about an hour into the date, she told me to pull in the parking lot of her apartment complex, and proceeded to give me a blowjob for _2_ hours. She wasn't very good, obviously, and I was nervous being out in public, along with being caught off guard.
We went out once more, with her main interest being my dick. Her main goal was to have me shoot my nut in her mouth. Once that was done, she was not interested in me any more. I went over to her place the next day and overhead her say "I got Johnny's seed this morning" so she was a cum bucket for sure.
I'm not a psychologist, but it appears to me that since her father was not in the picture she was most likely looking for a replacement, and the penis represented what she was missing.
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