College m/m jo oral
This story is completely fiction; it is the story of a college student and his sexual pleasures and adventures. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now.
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I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 5
With our fucking -- he fucked me, too, not so well, but he got better -- Frank and I became really close friends. We'd often go get a burger when our shift at the library was over or just go someplace and talk. And afer the sex -- always getting better -- we'd lie in his bed and talk for a while. It was such a relief to be able to talk to someone who understood, somebody who had the same feelings and needs! Frank was a really sweet guy. Apparently I had called him 'babe' when I was fucking him the first time, and he said he liked it. So I called him 'babe' a lot.
He still didn't know about the cock I was getting in the dorm. But we talked about the dorm once. He said he'd looked forward to living in a dorm with a lot of guys running around almost undressed, naked guys in the shower room, the smell of sex in the air. (He actually said that!) I told him that it was hot seeing a lot of guys in their briefs and some of them in their birthday suits in the shower room, but I said that there wasn't much sex going on except between guys and their girls.
"But I'll bet there's a lot of jacking off!" he laughed.
And I'm sure there was. I rarely heard anybody make a reference to jacking off, though. One exception was during a bull session in the lounge. A guy named Terry was on the swim team, and it was obvious that he shaved his legs. I'd never seen him with his shirt off, but I'm sure he shaved there, too. Somebody just suddenly asked, "Hey, Terry. You shave all over? I mean, everything?"
The guys all laughed.
"Sure," Terry said, laughing, too. "All the guys on the team do. I mean, if you're going to be smooth, you might as well be smooth all over!" More tittering. "My dick and balls are as smooth as a baby's."
"Your girl like a smooth dick in her pussy?" somebody asked.
"That's disgusting!" The voice came from the corner of the room. It was Zach, always ready to listen to other guys talk about sex and always ready to condemn. "You shouldn't be talking like that!"
"O for shit's sake," somebody said. (As the semester went on there were more 'shits' and 'fucks' heard in this supposedly religious place.) "You sound like an old lady."
"An old lady who needs a good fuck!" somebody else offered.
"Go to your room and jack off," the first guy said.
Zach looked disgusted and left. I thought that they'd been a little too hard on the poor guy during the year so far. But I could hardly speak up about it. That would leave me open for some speculation, and I couldn't afford that in a dorm full of straights. And I felt bad about that. I imagine that, despite his comments around the dorm, Zach jacked off as much as anybody. I tried picturing a guy jacking off with a tiny dick like Zach's. Not much to stroke.
And I had a new fantasy to stroke to: Terry naked and smooth all over...
Chris said I was right to keep my mouth shut about such things -- he couldn't come right out and say 'in the closet,' but that's what he meant. And I appreciated his concern. It was just too risky.
Jake was concerned, too, in his own way. There was a story on the news about a gay in some town who'd gotten beaten to death. The consensus in the bull session that evening was that he didn't actually deserve to die, but he shouldn't have been 'queer' in the first place. What did he expect, anyway? Jake motioned me into his room when we left the lounge.
"You be careful, you hear?" He didn't look me in the face when he said it. "There are guys here... who would..." He looked at me then. "Well, if there's ever any trouble, you let me know, you hear?" But Jake wasn't going to let it deteriorate into a mushy, feel-good session. I left his room feeling very touched.
I guess you never know what's coming next. After Thanksgiving break, Chris and I were comparing notes about our trips home. We settled in for the evening -- lots to do with semester exams coming up. I'd been re-reading a chapter in history I hadn't remembered well, and Chris, sitting on the opposite side of the room and with his back to me, asked quietly, "How long have you known that you're gay?"
I turned around, surprised because we'd never talked about anything like this before.
"I guess since I was in the seventh grade."
"Really? How did you know?" We turned around to face each other.
"I just realized that I liked boys more than girls, I guess. I watched them, not the girls. Didn't do anything about for a while, though."
He was quiet for a minute. It was then that I noticed that his computer was showing a clip from a gay site -- one guy sucking another. It was one we'd watched together. "What's it like to suck a dick?" His voice was low, and he was looking away from me.
I didn't know how to answer. What's it like? Heaven. Short of getting fucked, the greatest pleasure a guy can know. But I couldn't say that. How did you answer a question like that? And why was he asking in the first place?
Chris glanced up at me. "See, I just want to know, that's all. I just wonder what it's like. And if I could do it. Could I do that?"
Was he asking to do it? With me? My dick?
"You mean you want to suck my dick?" I asked.
He sucked in his breath deeply, swallowed, and then nodded. "Yeah. If it's okay."
Okay! I wanted to strip for him right there. Nope, not a good idea. Slow and easy, no demands, let him do whatever...
"Why don't you start that clip?" I asked, motioning at the monitor. "We can have one of our little parties."
He actually blushed. I have no idea how much courage it had taken him to asked such a question of a gay, even though we were friends. Maybe despite that fact that we were friends.
He smiled with some hesitation. But I let him make the first move. I really wasn't sure if this was a good idea -- a roomie, a friend. But he took his t-shirt off, and as he pulled it over his head his arms and chest moved with such beauty! His chest was so well-defined, highlighted by those delicious nipples. My cock lurched in my pants. He stood up to see what I would do. I followed his lead. I took my shirt off. We took off our shoes and socks together, then dropped our pants and kicked them aside. Now was the moment. I'd seen him naked -- and hard -- many times as I sucked him off. But this was so different I can't describe the feeling. And I'm sure it was very different for Chris. Our briefs hit the floor, and we were naked. He hesitated and then started to drop to his knees in front of me, but I pulled him up.
"No," I said. "Let me start it."
I knelt in front of him and put my hand under those balls I loved to smell and began to slowly stroke his cock. It wasn't fully hard yet. I flicked my tongue over his cockhead, then put it in my mouth and sucked slowly. I could taste his precum. I could feel his thighs shake with nervousness, but his dick responded right away. He let out a long sigh, and felt him relax a bit. I sucked and stroked his shaft for a while; I licked it up and down the way I know he liked. It was hot in my mouth and against my tongue. I let his cockhead fall out of my mouth, and then I backed away and sat on the edge of my bed. I spread my legs. My hard dick was oozing precum and pointed straight at him.
"If you really want to know... if you really want to do this..." I still expected him to back out of it.
But he moved closer and knelt in front of me. He reached out and closed his hand around my cock -- the first time he'd ever touched it. His hand was soft and warm, but I could feel it shaking. I didn't say a word, letting him do whatever he decided to do. He stroked my dick a couple of times, then brought my cockhead close to his mouth. He hesitated. I could see him swallow deepy. Then he opened his mouth and took my cockhead in.
Is there such a thing as a virgin mouth? I don't know, but my dick throbbed with pleasure as he sucked once, tentatively. His eyes moved up to mine, and I smiled and nodded encouragement. He took my cockhead out of his mouth, and, for a minute, I thought that was all he was going to do. But then he put my cockhead back into his mouth and sucked some more.
"Watch the teeth," I whispered. God, this was so hot!
He slipped my cock in a little deeper. I stood still and let him move his face in and out a few inches. He took his mouth off my cockhead for a moment and said, "There's hardly any taste at all... just a little... almost sweetness..."
"That's my precum," I said. I was beginning to shake a bit myself. My hunk of a roomie on his knees sucking his first dick -- mine! "Go ahead, if you want. I'm not going to cum for a while, and I'll let you know.
He moved his head in and out again and resumed his sucking. He was slow and sometimes a little uncertain, but his mouth continued to work on me. I took a deep breath -- my cock loved this! I soon felt his hand cup my balls lightly. I had to moan in pleasure, hoping I wouldn't frighten him away, But it seemed to make him even more hungry for cock.
"That's wonderful, Chris. Just keep doing that..."
He eventually remembered how my tongue on his dick felt, I guess, and I could feel his tongue give me one small lick inside his mouth. He began to suck with more intensity then, sometimes pulling my dick out to lick around my cockhead and then inserting it again to suck it in. He had certainly been learning from those gay videos. And my cocksucking. I put my head back and just enjoyed his first blow job... the very first time he had a dick in his mouth... my dick... my hard, wet, horny, cock... I felt his lips, his tongue moving slowly at first then more rapidly... His sucking became more intentional, more regular, like he was enjoying himself...
He didn't take it deeply into his mouth, but that was fine. I moaned when my dick throbbed.
I couldn't take too much of it. Usually I can go for quite a while before I need to cum, but my cock wasn't going to wait this time.
"Gonna cum soon," I whispered hoarsely.
He pulled my dick out of his mouth. "I want to see this close up," he said quietly. He resumed stroking my dick, and I could feel it throbbing in his warm hand. I looked down at the sight of this beautiful blond straight boy who was giving his first blow job. And that was all it took. My gut exploded, my cock lurched in his hand, and I shot cum onto his chest. He kept pumping, and my shots were hard enough that he surely felt them hit as they landed on his skin. More shots, and then a dribble. He continued stroking as he watched the last of it drip.
He let go of my dick and sat back on his haunches. I couldn't see his face, and I wasn't sure what to say. What do you say to a straight friend who just sucked you off?
"Thanks, Chris," I said quietly.
He didn't look up, so I barely heard the words. "It was... okay?"
It was one of the shortest blow jobs I'd ever gotten since I was 12 or so, and one of the least erotic. "It was great, Chris. You were great. Thank you."
He stayed down a little longer, and then I knelt down in front of him and reached between his legs for his cock. We were face-to-face, and I wanted so much to kiss him -- even just a little peck on those luscious lips -- but I knew that was not a good idea. He was semi-hard in my hand and wet with the first of his precum.
"Let me say 'thank you' another way," I said.
He stood and backed up to his bed, then he lay back on it and opened his legs as wide as he could. He'd never done that without my suggesting it before. His cock was at full staff now, and I moved over to stroke his inner thighs. I didn't touch his dick yet; I just let my fingers run lightly up and down the inside of his thighs, first one and then the other.
"Mmmmmmmmmm..." he hummed.
"You've got a beautiful cock, Chris." I wanted to tell him that HE was beautiful, but I realized that would be going too far. I took his dick in my hand and licked his sweet cockhead, covered with his precum. Then I sucked it in. I made certain I gave him one of the greatest blow jobs I could that evening. A long one. A sensuous one. Mouth, tongue, lips. I worked his dick slowly, giving him plenty of time to feel it. He closed his eyes and let me suck, dick and balls.
His balls were tight, and I knew it wouldn't be long. But I slowed down and moved to suck his balls some more. They were lightly covered with tiny blond hairs, and I loved the feel of them against my lips. When he was ready to cum I was tempted to let him cum in my mouth, but I decided not to. I loved watching him cum. I held his dick up and stroked it once, then a second time, and a huge fountain burst from it, shooting high above his groin and my head.
"AAAAAwwwwww gaaaaaaaad....!" It was loud and prolonged.
It was one of the longest cumshots I've ever seen.
I watched him shoot and watched his cum land on his belly and thigh; the last of it spilled out of his little lips and covered his dick and my hand. I just held it in my hand for a minute, warm, wet, and still pulsing. I didn't say a word -- just let him enjoy the afterglow of a good blow job. Then I began to clean him up, licking up his strings and pools of cum. I licked up some cum off his chest -- my cum. I licked it across one of his nipples, and I felt him suck in his breath sharply. So much cum. His. Mine. All on the beautiful body of my blond roomie. I looked up at his face. His eyes were closed; he didn't make a sound. His belly rose and fell with his heavy breathing.
When I finished, I sat down on the floor next to him. He just lay there, his cock softening and glistening. I watched his breath slow. Without opening his eyes, he said, "I don't want to do that again..."
Something in my belly sank heavily.
"... right away. Just the regular stuff. Okay?"
His eyes were still closed, so I had to speak instead of nod. "Yeah, Chris."
"But then..." He paused. "Then maybe sometime, could I... do this... you know, again?"
"Sure, Chris."
I sat still for a bit, watching this beautiful guy absorb what he'd just done. His eyes stayed closed, and he didn't move a muscle. I pulled my briefs on as I moved back to my chair. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I tried to resume reading, and he eventually sat up, slowly, finished cleaning himself up with tissues, and put on his briefs. He looked over at me and blushed deeply. But his smile was there, and I knew it was fine. It was better than fine.
I pulled the sheet up that night and held my cock while I re-lived that blow job. His and mine. When I turned over I could barely see across the room, but his form was there, under his sheet. What was he thinking?
It was right at the end of finals and just before Christmas break when Frank and I were lying in his bed after a nice fuck session. He had improved greatly! He asked if I would be going home during break, and I said I was. My arm was around him, and I could feel him tense a bit.
"Well, look... Scott will be coming home. His break starts earlier than ours, a couple of days. Maybe one afternoon before you leave you could come over and... meet him." He looked up at me to see my reaction.
A threesome! I'd been in one only twice before, in high school. The first was a bust, but the second was hot!
"I'd love to, babe. Thanks for inviting me. But you and Scott will need some time together..."
"We'll have an afternoon before you come over," he said. "I'll tell him about you, and I know he'll want you to come over."
There was a message for me on the next to last day before the dorm would close for vacation. It was on.