I'm just getting up, and I can still taste the sperm I drank..

I'm just getting up, and I can still taste the sperm I drank last night. So the first thing I thought I would do is sit down and tell you about it. Lucky you, another boring novel by Brooke to start your day. Look, it was fun. I went to the Ocean Deck off of A1A, all by my lonesome. I know that's a bit weird, but I was really wanting to have some fun with a dick last night. It's been a while since I have gone out by myself. It was a good time. I was bought probably half a dozen drinks, of which I drank none. I accepted them to be polite, then quietly sat them down and forgot them. Who wants a foggy head when you get down to business with a dick? Not me. I finally ran into Rick. He is a 28-year-old AC repair guy or, as he put it, HVAC tech. I'm not going to drag this out on you. We spent a lot of time talking, and I ended up really enjoying my time with him. The back and forth had reached its useful limit, so I told him if he wanted to have some real fun, let's go out to my truck. He wanted to have some real fun. Sadly, though, the parking lot had become Grand Central Station, which would kill the fun for us. So I asked him to follow me to my house, which is 10 minutes away. He did, and when he got there, we made out, he fingered me, and I tried to stroke his cock, but I couldn't get his belt undone. So he undid it for me, and I pulled his jeans down along with his underwear and out popped his cute little boner. It wasn't tiny, around 4 inches at the most, with average width. Hard as steel, though. Small dicks get like that. So hard they don't even move. I knew it wasn't going in my pussy because I was still re-sized from "Robert...I am no longer allowed to call him Bob anymore per his instructions" and my big glass dildo. Not a problem, though. All I really wanted to do was make a guy cum anyway. I decided that a blowjob would be better than a handjob because it was such a perfect size for sucking. So I dropped to my knees in my living room and slipped the head of his dick in my mouth, and worked it over. Mainly just to see if he would cum right away. He didn't. He had solid control over his cock. So I took him in my mouth till the head was in my throat, and I repeatedly swallowed, so it was basically like getting a handjob from my throat. He made noises and told me how amazing it was, but they all do that. What else is a guy going to say? His dick is in my mouth...he's going to say wonderful things. I worked his cock, no hands, lots of spit, for ten minutes, and he wasn't showing any signs of cumming. So, using his small size, I bottomed him out in my throat again and, this time shoved his balls in with cock. I had both his balls and his cock in my mouth and swirled them around and swallowed, and after about 30 seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and fucked my mouth for another 30 seconds, and then pumped his sperm down my throat. I didn't even taste it. The head of his cock was so far in my throat that when he came, it was like a sperm-feeding tube. Right down it went. The only thing I felt was the warm trail of jizz going down into my belly. I got exactly what I wanted.

He, on the other hand, was indeed a nice guy. He offered to eat me, finger me, fuck me if I waited 20 minutes, do whatever I wanted to have an orgasm myself. I told him I was good. And I was. I was wet as fuck, waiting for him to leave so I could masturbate. But he was persistent, so I told him if he wanted to watch me rub one out, he could do that. So we went into my bedroom. I got my vibrator and my big glass dildo, and he watched me get off. I did get off, but I would have gotten off better if he wasn't there. He kept talking. It's hard to replay the mental video of what I just did when people are talking and, even worse, asking questions. The questions were relevant, such as "Does that feel good?" So I can't fault him there, but the logic is a bit off. Of course, it feels good... that's why I'm doing it. The problem with him talking and asking questions is it takes away from that mental image of me on my knees with his cock in my mouth that is so important for me to use for me to get off extremely hard. And I got off, but it wasn't that huge cum I was counting on. Still, what a great night. I'm a 56-year-old granny sucking a sexy stud dick I just met that night in a club...and it feels good!