I, M19, have been exlerimenting with my sexuality while on break from college. This led to tonights meetup. We met on grindr maybe 40 minutes before. He was passing through, I lived nearby. We met in a church parking lot. I got down on one knee and opened my mouth. It wasn't as hard as I anticipated note did it taste of much. His short smelled of smoke, and overall it was off putting, and I was full of regret before we started. We continued though, me gagging some as I took it down my through, his hair caught on my face. He put his hands on my head and rocked, picking up pace. Eventually I had to push away, and as he stroked I mustered enough to go back. Tears crawled down my face, though I have no recognition of when the6 came to be. As he was approaching, he sped up, pushed down my throat, and I gagged. Some bile came up, and I leaned back, hacking and spitting at the ground. We split ways, him going back to his car, and me going back home to gargle some soap