Fantasy's end
by Alfredogroats @ yahoo.com
When I returned to college for my second year I had a new room assignment. I lugged my baggage up the dormitory stairs, to my new room, and opened the door. It was a nice room, I saw: sunny, two substantial beds, desks, and two easy chaire -- one of which was occupied by a good-looking guy, who must be my new roommate. I told him my name and he iintroduced himself as Jerry. Then he said,
"I don't know how they do these room assignments, but there's something you better know before you move in. I'm gay."
That gave me pause, but I answered, "That doesn't bother me. Not at all. I don't think I'm gay, but I have no objection to what other people do. Two guys can get together and increase the total pleasure in the world, and that can't be bad."
"What a lovely attitude," he said. "Have you ever had sex with a guy?"
Some conversation! I thought -- but it sure was intruiging.
"No," I answered, "but I have had gay fantasies."
"You have?" he asked. "Like what?"
"Like being sucked off," I answered, "or imagine I'm sucking off another guy, or just that he's fucking my mouth."
"Oh boy," he said. "Do you fantasize about fucking him, or being fucked?"
"No," I said, "oral is all I want."
"When do you have these fantasies?" he asked.
"When I'm jacking off," I told him.
"You do that a lot?" he asked.
"Plenty," I told him. "Every day, at least."
"How do you do it?"
"I take off all my clothes, pour a little lubricant on my hand, lie on the bed and stroke really slow. I point my prick toward me so I don't shoot on the bedclothes."
"And you're thinking about another guy there all the time?"
"Most of the time."
"But you've never been with another guy?
"No," I answered.
"Never been sucked off?"
"No."
"Never sucked a guy off ?"
"No," again.
"That's a pity. But you think about it a lot?"
"Often," I said, "but -- oh, hell. I'm getting a hardon right now."
"So am I" he answered.
This talk had led somewhere. I had to take the next step.
"I'd like to see it," I said.
"O.K.," he replied, "Show me yours, too. Take off your pants."
We stood up together, took off our shoes, unbuckled our pants and pushed them off. We both wore jockey shorts that our pricks were pushing against, and we simultaneously discarded them. His prick was lovely: long, smooth, well cut. I hoped that mine looked as good. He gazed at it and said,
"Very nice. I want to suck that. Get on the bed, on your back."
I did just that, surpressing a shout of "Hurray!"
I wasn't quite sure what was going to happen, but I was ready for it. My prick stood up straight and trembling. The rest of me was trembling a little, too. He got on the bed between my parted legs, his face. above my groin. He lowered his head, put out his tongue, and began running it up and down the underside of my prick.
It felt wonderful, so exciting that I thought I might come right then -- but I didn't. After a minute of that treatment he stopped at the top and slowly put his open mouth down my prick's full length. That beat anything I had ever fantasized. It was warm, wet, and electrifying. I felt his tongue massaging it; the sensation was greater than anything I had ever done with my hand, and in a minute I was having a magnicicent climax. He sucked until my prick was totally limp. I lay a while in the warm afterglow of my orgasm before saying
"O.K., Let's trade places."
"Huh?" he muttered, "You want to suck me?"
"Yes, I do," I replied.
We traded places on the bed. His lovely prick stood straight up as I brought my head over it. Copying what he had done to me, I stuck my tongue far out and started licking its underside. I was struck by the softness of that skin moving over the hard core beneath. After I thought I'd done enough I brought my lips to the head of his penis, opened my mouth and slid slowly down his shaft, my tongue moving from side to side, just as he had done. It worked: He said "Oh, yes!" Then I tightened my lips and started moving up and down. The smooth in and out slickness made my lips tingle and his prick filled my mouth just right. I felt his hands on my shoulders, not forceful, but encouraging, and shortly urging me to suck faster, when I heard him groan, and found my saliva mixing with a warm, slick cream. He'd come! His sperm was filling my mouth, and I swallowed it down. As his prick grew limp I sucked out what I could, and didn't let go until it was really shriveled.
"Oh, that was good," he finally said. "Is that really the first time you've ever done it?"
"Yes," I answered, "and it was every bit as good as I imagined."
"Next time sixty-nine," he said, "and no more need for fantasies. You and I are going to have a great year."