June 9, 1969, or 6/9//69, at 777 N Michigan Ave., Chicago
The guy's initials were B.J.
I gagged and choked on his cock, and took a long shower afterwards.
HA! Mine was right around then, too, but I don't remember the exact date.
It was spring of '69, in my freshman dorm, just a few miles north of you, in Evanston.
I'll skip the details leading up to it. We agreed to "69" so neither one of us would be the "first" to suck dick. (Though thinking about it, this probably wasn't his first rodeo.)
He was on his back, on his single bed, and I was straddled over him.
His initials were D.T., a Mexican guy from Toledo, OH. I was a lily white twink from Youngstown, OH.
I was fascinated by his plump brown dick, and silky black pubes. I'd not seen anything like it before, and couldn't wait to taste it.
I was only vaguely aware of what he was doing to me. All of my attention was on him.
He was oozing precum as I took him into my mouth, tasting my first delightful taste of salty "Dude".
I surprised myself when my nose touched his balls, inhaling his musky scent, with his rampant dick filling my entire throat.
And, I didn't gag!
He shot first, and I eagerly swallowed all of his warm, tasty, cum!
That's when my brain realized what he was doing to me, and I couldn't help but let go!
I couldn't help but relax my stance over him, and crumbled onto his body, while not wanting to let his softening dick escape my mouth.
We laid there for a moment, then he started to thrash about as I was still licking his sensitive shaft, and lapping at his inflamed, pink, glans.
Our immediate reaction was to break out laughing, as I tumbled off of him, onto the floor, still holding his dick.
And, no, there was nothing that we had to clean up.
That was the beginning of more interesting experiences. The following year, back at school, he was the first guy I fucked.