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I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 7
I went back to school several days before classes were to begin because I wanted to work at the library and make a little money. There were some disappointments with the beginning of the new semester.
One disappointment was discovering that Jake was not coming back. I had known that was a possibility; his grades hadn't been good at all, though he wasn't flunking. I'd heard him say several times that he might stay home and catch up in the local community college. I guess that's what he did. I knew I'd miss him.
Since I arrived a few days early, I had the dorm -- at least our floor -- almost to myself. Then I saw Zach down the hall, entering his room. The dining hall wasn't open yet, so I figured -- why not? I asked him if wanted to get something at a nearby restaurant. He was obviously surprised that I had asked, but he agreed. Our conversation over our dinner was a little stilted at first; we didn't have that much in common. But we had the time to relax a bit, and eventually we began to talk a little more.
When we got back to the dorm, Zach said, "I'm moving to a new room -- that's why I'm back early. Could you... I mean... I could use some help moving stuff... I you want to..."
I told him that I would -- nothing else to do. I took a piss and when I went back down the hall I noticed the door to Jake's room was open. It was empty, of course. Zach's room was on the other side of the hall, down a way. When I walked in, he was putting some books and folders in a box. We started with drawers; they were interchangeable, so we'd just switch them. I followed him into the hallway, and he turned into Jake's old room.
I felt a flash of real anger. Zach invading Jake's space? Where Jake -- and I -- had been? The mattress where he lay as I sucked his beautiful thick cock...
Zach didn't notice. "I'd wanted a single room at the beginning, but I didn't get one. I was first on the list, so I got this one when Jake flunked out."
"He didn't flunk out!" I said with more vehemence than I intended.
Zach was taken aback for a minute. "Yeah, well..."
I set the drawer I was carrying on the bare mattress and pulled one out of the built-in dresser. This had been Jake's! Where his stuff was! I turned and went back down the hall to Zach's room, with him right behind me. I was surprised by my anger. But I guess I missed Jake a lot more that I had thought I would.
We got all the drawers switched and then began carrying clothes. Then we took other stuff that was lying around, some of it in boxes. We were about done, and I was ready to quit. I set the box I was carrying down on the mattress a little harder than I intended, and it tipped over, spilling out folders and miscellaneous stuff.
I looked the pile on the bed as I heard Zach whisper, "No... no no no no..." He looked white as a sheet. "It's not... not... what it looks like..."
What it looked like was a little magazine with stories and pictures of gays. A jack off magazine. A buddy of mine in high school got one, and we jacked off to the pictures, joking about the big dicks and the exaggerated floods of cum.
"I'm... not mine... It's not mine," Zach said.
Sure it was. And all the pieces fell into place. His lingering in the shower room when guys were stripping to take showers. His being on the edge of conversations about sex, listening but not saying anything. His over-reaction on the subject of gays. And now this.
Zach was babbling something about finding the magazine by a dumpster behind the store where he'd worked for the summer. He was stammering and looking around as though he wanted to escape -- or fall through the floor. I let him talk for another minute, not really listening but watching him turn from sheet-white to beet-red. He finally slowed down, and I interrupted.
"It's all right. Zach, you're gay, and it's all right to be gay. It's okay."
He stepped back and fell heavily on the bed, his eyes on the floor. "It's not what seems..."
"Yes, it is, Zach. And it's okay."
He wasn't making a sound, but I saw tears running down his cheeks. Then he started to mutter. "No no... can't find out..."
"You're right, Zach," I said quietly. "Sometimes it's better for people not to find out -- better to keep it private, a secret." I paused. "I know, Zach, because I'm gay, too"
He raised his tear-stained face to me. "They can't find out at home... Please don't tell any..." His mouth fell open when he finally realized what I'd just said. "You... you...?"
"Yes. And I know how to keep secrets. Don't worry, Zach; no one will hear anything from me."
"But I don't want to be... that way."
"I know." I sat down on the bed next to him. "A lot of guys, when they first discover it... or first admit it... they don't want to be gay. But that's what we are, Zach. Some guys go through their whole lives pretending it's not true about them. But you and I know it's true about us."
He was silent for a long time, and I wasn't sure what to do. Finally, I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed just a bit.
"I knew it," he said. "I knew it in middle school. I knew it in high school. But I didn't want it that way. I never fit in anywhere. And I knew what they said about me in the locker room, what they thought of me... fat guy with a little boy's dick. That's what I heard one day..." He took a breath. "I don't know if they ever guessed just how different I really was."
And with that the dam burst. He told me about his middle school years. His difficulty in living with super-strict parents. His failed attempts to get along with girls; he'd tried, because that was what was expected. His discomfort at church camps -- knowing he was so different he was damned -- but yearning so much for the boys he lived with there. His ignorance about sex -- so many questions but so few answers. High school -- no friends. His fear at home. All the guilt he felt after jacking off. It finally slowed to a trickle.
"You've never done anything with a guy?"
He shook his head 'no.' "Just... just that." He motioned to the magazine. His face reddened again.
I picked it up. I turned the pages and saw black-and-white drawings of guys sucking and fucking. Guys with dongs so big they couldn't possibly have gotten them into pants. I stopped at a page that showed an older guy forcefully fucking someone who was probably in high school; the face of the younger guy was distorted. He was obviously in pain.
"It's not like this, Zach," I said, holding the magazine in front of him.
He looked at the picture and then his eyes dropped to the floor again.
"It's jacking off with a friend. Sucking a guy you really like. Doing nothing but what pleases the guy you're with -- and knowing he will do the same for you. Enjoying the closeness of a guy. Touching skin..."
He was silent. I wondered what I should do. I really felt for him. And all the razzing the guys did -- we did -- that only made him feel worse about himself. I put my hand on his shoulder again.
"If you've never done anything with a guy... If you really want to know... I'm here, Zach."
He was silent for a moment. "You... with a guy like me? You're so... god, you're beautiful..."
"What I am, Zach, is gay. And horny all the time," I smiled.
I leaned in closer to him and ran the back of my hand over his cheek. He froze for a second, then relaxed.
"There's no need to be alone, now, Zach."
I cupped my other hand around his cheek and turned his face toward me. "Just be yourself, Zach. Enjoy what you and I are supposed to enjoy."
I ran one hand over the back of his neck, massaging it gently. I lay the other hand on his heavy thigh. A sound came from his mouth, a strangled cry. Then a long... very long... sigh. And he lay his head on my shoulder. I put my arm around him and gave him a hug as my fingers on his thigh moved gently, petting him.
"Oh, yes," he whispered. "I want it so much."
We sat like that for a while as he got accustomed to the touch of another guy. Then I slowly moved my hand down between his thighs to his crotch. He surely was hard, but I couldn't feel it. His dick was so small it would hardly make a bulge. I pressed my hand in where his dick ought to be and began to massage him there. He gave a little whine and opened his legs.
"I want it so much..." he repeated.
I pulled away a bit, unfastened my pants, and let them fall to the floor. I couldn't see his eyes, but I know he was looking at my thighs -- and the tent in my briefs. I took his hand and lay it on my thigh.
"Feel me," I said quietly. "Feel now hard I am. That's how much I want to do something for you."
His hand moved up my thigh a little, then stopped. I opened my legs, and his hand moved to my cotton-covered cock. His hand was shaking a bit, but he gave me a little squeeze. That made some precum ooze out; I could feel it.
"Do you want me to take off my shirt?" I asked.
He swallowed. "Yes."
I had on a t-shirt, and I slowly pulled it over my head, exposing myself from the neck to the waistband of my briefs. He'd seen me naked, of course, in the shower room, but this was different -- very different. I stood in front of him, my tented briefs practically in his face. "Touch me again," I whispered. "It feels so good."
I lay my hand gently on his head as he moved his fingers up and down my hard cock. I saw him touch the wet spot on the cotton where my cockhead was, and I couldn't help but sigh. "Take them off for me, Zach."
There was a moment of silence. Then his hands moved to the waistband of my briefs, and he slowly pulled them down. My cock caught under the waistband and finally broke free to swing up and down right in his face. My briefs fell to the floor. He carefully put his hand around the shaft of my dick and held it.
"Oooooo..." His sound was low and soft. "So warm... hard..."
"Stroke me, Zach. Help me."
And he slowly moved his hand up and down my dick, the precum from my cockhead making his hand slippery. I whispered encouragement to him. He didn't touch anything else down there, just my hard, wet, throbbing dick.
"I want to touch you, Zach. Can I?"
He looked up at me. "You've seen me in the shower... I don't have..."
"What you have, Zach, is a cock that is longing to be touched, stroked, and more." I put my hand on his cheek gently. "Let me touch you there, your dick, your balls... Let me."
He swallowed again and moved his hands to the waistband of his pants. He had to stand to get them down and off. He was wearing briefs.
"Let me," I said. I knelt in front of him and pulled his briefs down from his waist, his hips, his small bush... then they fell to the floor. There was his dick. He was hard; there was no quesion about it. His cockhead was small and dark red; it had pulled away from the short shaft and was oozing precum. His belly hung over his pubic mound, and I don't think he could even see his dick. I touched the tip of his cock with my finger, and he jumped a bit and then sighed. I stroked him with my forefinger and thumb; that's how small he was. His dick couldn't have been much more than two inches. And rather thin.
"Sit on the bed, Zach," I said. When he sat down I started to unbutton his shirt, but he grabbed my hand.
"No... I'm not... I don't look so good..."
"Zach, I've already seen you naked. Let's be naked together." And he let go of my hand.
I opened his shirt and saw the extent of his belly, his chest carrying two very heavy, large pecs, so large they hung down. I rubbed the nipple of one of them, and I heard his little groan again. My hard cock was in front of his face. I leaned down and kissed both nipples. Then I sat on the floor between his thighs and began to play with his dick again. He was oozing a lot of precum, and I used it to make his little cock slick. Yes, he was little. Smaller than anyone I'd seen before. But it was his cock, and it felt everything my own cock felt.
I leaned in to him and gently kissed his little cockhead. He jumped again and gasped. The first time anyone but himself had ever touched him there -- and certainly the first time anyone had kissed him there. He spread his heavy thighs to give me more access. I licked around that tiny dickhead, tasting him. I sucked it gently into my mouth, just the cockhead, and sucked.
"Ahhh... oooooo Jerry o Jerry ooooo Jerry." He began to rock and forth a bit. "Suck me... o Jerry suck..."
His cockhead fit easily in my mouth, but there wasn't much to move around. I licked his precum off again, then moved my tongue around and around that little cockhead. It was even smaller than the first one I had sucked when I was twelve. His shaft was hard, and I pursed my lips so I could move up and down it a bit. Zach groaned and began to move with me, fucking his dick between my lips.
I let it drop and lowered my face to find his balls. They were tiny, too. I ran my finger over his ballsac first, and he spread his legs even farther apart. I turned my face to get between his heavy thighs and licked his sac. His fingers tightened on my hair as he moaned at this new sensation. I licked his balls around and around. They were so little I couldn't move them much, and I couldn't get them into my mouth, just between my lips. But my warm, wet tongue on them sure made Zach happy.
My fingers ran under both of his thighs, moving the little hairs there. I moved my tongue to the spot between his sac and his thigh and licked. Then I licked across his sac, back and forth, listening to him murmur his pleasure. I worked his dick again, and his hands pressed me into him. It seemed like he wanted me to crawl into his peehole! I moved my face from side to side, wiggling his dick as I held it with my lips.
Finally, I moved away and stood in front of him again, my cock dripping precum right in front of his face. "It's sweet, smooth, Zach. You want to taste it?"
Without a word he licked the tip of my cock moving my precum around and getting a lot of it in his mouth. He'd lick, then taste, lick, then taste...
"Will you suck me?" I whispered.
He opened his mouth and took my cockhead in. He continued to lick it in his mouth, and his lips closed behind the crown of my head. Then he began to suck. I had to slow him down and warn him about teeth. He never took anything but my cockhead into his mouth, but that was all right. He was obviously loving his first taste of dick.
He let my cockhead slip out and held my shaft up, so he could see my balls. They're no bigger than most, I guess, and they hang nicely, but they must have seemed huge to a guy with tiny ones. He just looked a while, then he touched. He surprised me by licking them, one then the other. He knew to move carefully, and he got every bit of my sac wet from his mouth. He was good. But he moved back to what he obviously loved more -- my hard dick. He nursed on it slowly and his suction began to increase. I realized I was getting close. I thought for just a second about coming in his mouth, but that was probably too much. For the first time.
"Ooooooo that's so nice, Zach. Suck me there... suck my dick, my hard cock..." But I was careful not to push more than he wanted into his mouth. "Take it out and jack me..." I said. His big hand circled my shaft and be began to pump. He was pulling so hard, like he wanted to pull it out by the root. I fucked myself into his hand, and it only took a minute...
"Fuck... oooooooooo OOOOOOOOOOOO..."
I shot hard. My head was thrown back, so I didn't see it. But I looked down in time to see my next shot. It landed on his chest, just above one of those nipples. My first shot had landed right between those huge nipples. I watched as he pumped for more, and I shot hard several more times before my cum started to dribble out.
"That was sooooooo good Zach... yesss..." And I wasn't overdoing it, either. It was a good cum.
I carefully pulled my dick from his hand and leaned in to lick at the cum on his chest. He moaned and thrust his chest out more, and I pulled some of my cum over his nipple and sucked. Then I licked upward, until every drop had been cleaned up. I stood up and used both hands to massage his nipples, sticky from cum. He moaned again, and I pinched them lightly. I kept one hand working a nipple while the other wandered down over his big belly. It was warm and soft. I leaned in again to lick between his nipples and then downward, over that mound in his middle. His hands were on my head until I was low enough that he couldn't reach it.
It was his turn now. I sucked that little hard nail through my lips and massaged the dickhead with my tongue. I sucked slowly but regularly. His moans became whimpers, and I knew he was close. I wasn't sure what he wanted, if he wanted to cum in my mouth. I would have let him, but he pulled out, and I stroked him with my finger and thumb.
"I want to see it..." he said. "See... it cum..."
He leaned up just enough that he could see his dickhead; his mouth was open as he gasped in pleasure. I could feel it beginning in him. Suddenly, a huge stream shot into the air. And into his mouth! I was amazed! But I kept stroking. There was another shot that went higher and landed on his shoulder. The next one fell on his chest. One more huge shot that he got with his tongue. Then his cumshots slowed and weakened until he was oozing. I held his dick a minute, then licked it clean.
"Zach, can I... can I lick some of the cum off of you?"
He smiled weakly and nodded his 'yes.' I licked at his chest first. His cum was more tangy than mine, but also a little sweet. I licked and swallowed and licked for more. I looked up at him as I sat back on my haunches. There was still a little cum on his lips, and he licked it off.
"O fuck, Zach! That was one of the most awesome cums I've ever seen! Up into your mouth! Damn, that was sweet!"
He grinned at me. Now that we had shared cocks and cum, he felt more at ease. I looked at his little dick, still wet from all that cum, and it had already softened so much it was almost buried in him. I leaned in and kissed it one more time.
He lay back on the bed, on top of some of those folders and stuff, and breathed deeply. His eyes were closed. I moved closer on the floor and lay my hand on top of his belly and rubbed gently.
"That was..." he started. He turned his face to look at me. "I never imagined it could be so good."
I smiled. "Any time you want it, Zach, there's more."
I spent a lot of time in Zach's room for a couple of days, until people started returning. I showed him a little more about cocksucking, and he quickly got better. I showed him some of my favorite gay sites on his computer. I knew he'd spend some time jacking off to those lovely boys. We agreed that with everyone back in the dorm, we'd have to play it really cool. But we would work out something.
My other disappointment happened when Chris arrived the morning of his first class -- cutting it close. He was different. He was still friendly, but there wasn't the light banter that usually went on in our room. I worried about it. He turned away from me several times when we were talking. He'd answer my questions, but he wouldn't start a conversation. There was no laughing, no smle. Something was wrong. Should I ask? Am I the cause? His blowjob...?