This a side story to what I call my "The Chronicles of Kevin" Series. This one is about Kevin's Cousin Joe going away to college. This is written so that it can stand-alone but if you want some background, first read, Joe's Revenge on "Meat" that takes place the evening before this story: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/joes-revenge-on-meat
My stories rarely mention protected sex. But in real life, Always use condoms and get tested regularly.
This story is about college-aged men engaging in consensual sex. If this upsets or offends you, then do not read this story. If it is illegal to read this material where you live, then don't!
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Joe Goes To College
------------------------------ Part 3, Mark (A) "Beauty may exist in the eye of the beholder, but it starts in the self-image of the beheld." ------------------------------
It is Friday afternoon, and the start of my first weekend on campus. It has been two days since Sam and I sucked each other off. And how wonderful it was to finally have sex with someone who wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please him!
I have not seen Sam since then, except in passing, so I stopped by his room after classes and was about to knock when I saw a note on the door. It said that he and Randy would be gone until Sunday afternoon. I stopped reading except that I noted the mention of some sporting event.
My heart sank. I was looking forward to exploring all the sexual options two nicely hung and versatile bottoms can discover. All I could do was to go back to my room.
My roommate Mark and I talked about our weekend plans. I wouldn't be going home until Thanksgiving or Christmas, so I will be here every weekend. Mark lived an hour away but would stay on campus this weekend and visit home every other weekend. This worked for me since I could have the room to myself on those weekends.
Since my plans fell through for being with Sam, I used this happenstance to find a good opportunity to come out to my roommate and see what happens.
These are the things I have already discovered about Mark: - He is a Music major, instruments: Voice (bass) and Cornet (a short trumpet). The class we have together is Chorus, but I am in the Tenor section. - I think I know why he wears baggy clothes, because he looks to be very skinny, almost boney-skinny. He has muscles but they are not well-defined, and he has very little body fat. The baggy clothes almost make him look normal. - He is very penis-shy about his own penis. Even when he is in his underwear, he always holds something in front of himself or is quick to grab his robe.
I have not flaunted my nakedness in front of Mark, nor have I taken any measure to hide it. So, he has seen me naked briefly a few times already, back and front. His reaction to my nudity was mostly to try and ignore it. I say "try", because I saw him turning his eyes away from looking at me a few times.
When I got back to my room, Mark wasn't there. So, I went on to the cafeteria for dinner and when I returned, Mark still wasn't there. However, I saw some signs that he had come back while I was out.
I decided to finish my homework so I could have the weekend free just in case I got lucky. It was unusually quiet in the dorm, and I finished around 10 pm. I got ready for bed and was sitting up in my underwear, getting ready to watch TV, when Mark came back to the room.
I said, "Well, hello stranger. Where have you been all evening?"
"You'll never guess what happened," he said excitedly as he sat on the edge of his bed. "I tried out for the Belltones this afternoon and got in. They almost never choose freshmen, but they chose me."
The Belmont Beltones are a co-ed a cappella group who, despite being completely Unofficially, they are the premier vocal group on campus. The best of the best.
This was momentous. I congratulated him, and we shook hands warmly. It was the first time we had actually touched, and he seemed happy about the attention.
I could tell he wanted to share more, so I asked him to tell me all about it. He started telling me the details of how he found out about the tryouts. They were opening the tryouts even to freshmen because nearly half their group graduated recently.
As he talked, entirely engrossed in what he was relating to me, he began to take off the dressier clothes he had changed into for the group's first supper together. They used "breaking bread" as a way for the new members to get to know the other members, and vice versa.
Mark was standing up facing away from me, continuing to talk as he got down to his tighty-whities and a T-shirt. I got a better look at Mark's butt than I had been able to before. His hips were turned ever so slightly so I could see the curves and it was shapelier on those narrow hips than I suspected, and his shoulders were broader than I thought as well. But he put on his robe and tied it before turning around and sitting down to continue his story.
Mark said, "They needed two Basses, and they wanted one of them to be a Low Bass or 'Basso Profundo'. I told them I don't know how Profound my voice is but that I would be honored to have either position. They picked me, a freshman, as their Low Bass."
More smiles and congratulations ensued. I had not seen him smile so much all week, and his elated but deep voice was starting to work its magic on me and my desires. Such a sexy voice. And his whole appearance and demeanor changed. He went from an average sort of skinny, dorky guy, to a nice looking slender young man with confidence who is in harmony with the world around him.
It was a startling change. Isn't it interesting how a person's self-image can affect how others perceive him? Beauty may exist in the eye of the beholder, but it starts in the self-image of the beheld.
I said, "This calls for a drink. How about I get us a couple of soft drinks, my treat? What do you want?"
"A cola, any brand would be good," he responded. So, I went down the hall to the drink machines, still in my underwear, to get our drinks. We toasted to his accomplishment and reclined again on our beds to sip on the colas and talk about different things.
At some point, I had turned off the overhead light and the TV and put on a collection of movie music themes to play quietly while we talked.
During a lull in the conversation, I considered if now would be a good time to bring up my being gay. But Mark must have taken my silence for being tired because he asked me, "Do you want to go to sleep? I'm too wired still to go to sleep, but if you want to, I will turn off the lights for you."
"It is nice of you to offer, but I am not sleepy either. I was just thinking about something I want to talk to you about, and if now is a good time to bring it up."
Mark responded, "Have I done something bad or wrong?"
"Good God, no. You are a great roommate, and I have really enjoyed you sharing your accomplishment with me tonight. No, I think there is something you should know about me, should it ever become an issue."
"What is it, Joe." Mark said with genuine concern in his voice.
"Okay, before I start, I want you to know that it is okay with me if you disagree or in any way do not like what I tell you. Your opinions and beliefs are your own and I respect that. The only thing I ask is that you respect mine as well. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Joe, I think I can. But what is this about? Why are you being so serious?"
"Because this goes to the heart of who I am. And I do not want you to become afraid of me or hate me or anything like that."
"Okay Joe, just say it. I am prepared (I think) for something big, so spit it out."
"Mark, I'm Gay." There was silence in the dimly lit room, for far longer than was comfortable for me.
"Well, I guess if you were going to force yourself on me, you would have by now. You are not going to rape me in my sleep, are you?" he said with a growing smile.
I was relieved and happy he was taking it so well, I said smiling, "Not unless you ask me very nicely... and... take me out to dinner first."
That took him by surprise at first, but then we both started laughing. When we calmed down, I said, "Listen man, I would never force a sexual situation. I am a totally consensual kind of guy. I do not even pursue sex, at least most of the time. Only twice have I ever pursued sex. One was with my cousin who wasn't as straight as he wanted to believe, and the other was a guy he had sex with. All the others came to me asking for sex."
"'All the others? How many others has there been... uh... if that isn't too personal?"
"Well, there was more than you might expect considering that I grew up in a mountain town in SE Kentucky. Most of them just wanted a blowjob when they were hard up, and I quickly got real good at giving a blowjob. Some of those guys only came to me once, but others came back again and again. And all of them said they are straight."
"Straight? You will need to explain that."
"Most of them had girlfriends and they would come to me for relief when their girl wouldn't put out. And maybe I'd see them when they were between girlfriends. At least, that is what they told me was the reason for their visit."
"Did they pay you for the service?"
"Hell no, I may be a slut, but I'm no whore."
Despite the smile on my face, he said, "I intended no offense."
"None taken, I was just messing with you. But I enjoyed doing it too much to ever charge them for it."
"I hope you don't mind me asking you all these questions. I'm just curious."
"No, not at all. Ask away."
"Well, have you ever NOT been able to suck a guy's dick because it was too big?"
Pausing, I said, "Are you sure you want this level of detail?" and he responded with a simple, "Yes."
"Well, I have had no trouble with most guys' dicks. I found I can take up to about 8.5 thick inches down my throat easily. Only one guy I sucked-off was larger, he was about 10 thick inches, and I just had to take it slow and easy with him. After it was over, he said it was the best blow job he had ever had. And by the way, that was only last weekend."
A quiet "Wow." was all Mark said.
I asked, "Why are you so curious about my ability to suck a large dick?"
Momentarily, Mark looked like a deer caught in headlights, but then looked down letting his shyness show. Somehow getting the courage to look up again, he said, "Because I have never had a blowjob. And my dick is so much bigger than any other guy's dick I have ever seen." Embarrassed, his eyes went down again.
Realizing that this very well might be the reason he did not show his crotch when wearing only his underwear, I asked, "Just how big are we talking about? Have you ever measured it?"
"Yes." Mark said, still shy, "it is almost 12 inches long and about 7 inches around in the middle."
Now it was my turn to say, "WOW!" and I said it loud enough for our neighbors to hear it. I continued, "PLEASE tell me you want a blowjob, because I am willing and hopefully able to give it."
"I was hoping you would offer to try. Yes, I want a blowjob."
"Okay, the only thing I ask in return is something you have kept hidden from me all week. I want to see you naked." So we both stood up and shucked off the rest of our clothes.
What happened after that was almost a religious experience. He is slender but not as skinny as I had thought. And that horse-dick was not hard, but tumescent, full and hanging low, and had fairly remarkable low-hung balls behind it. His dick seemed to hang down to his knees, but that was probably just a trick of the angle I was looking at it from (downward). And it was indeed larger in the middle than at the end or where it went into his body.
I was salivating uncontrollably. And then he started a slow turn, showing off his broad shoulders, narrow hips, and the cutest little bubble butt I had ever seen or imagined. His body had the curves that muscles give a body, but they were not well-defined, just smooth. And to me, in that moment, he was the most desirable guy I had ever seen. I also realized that he was not turning to give me a better look at his body, he was just putting his watch on his dresser.
Mark saw me staring and said, "I am sorry that I am so unattractive. I wish I looked more like you."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. I think you look great! Do you see what you have done to me?" I said as I gave my hard dick a shake.
My dick was as hard as it had ever been, so hard it hurt. It felt like a balloon ready to pop. When he showed me his cute butt, all I could think of was watching my dick slide into it. And when I looked at his gigantic cock, all I could think about was trying to get it to go down my throat or all the way up my ass.
Mark was finally standing naked and mostly hard in front of me, with only a hint of the shyness from before still there.
I finally awoke from my revelry and motioned for him to sit on his bed. I told him to grab his pillows and lay back on them, and just enjoy what was about to happen.
I pushed his knees farther apart and kneeled between them, beholding the monster cock that was getting bigger by the second. I took ahold of it with both hands and even a third hand would have left the crown exposed. I gave him several two-handed strokes before starting to lick around and suck on his crown as his pre-cum started to flow. He moaned and became fully hard.
Mark was so hard that I was having trouble bending his dick down enough to get the end in my mouth. Noticing that his dick bent a bit upward and to his left, I sat on the bed on his left side and started working on it from the side. I quickly discovered that I couldn't get my big mouth open wide enough when I got down close to half-way down his dick. So, I shifted position again, pushing my ass closer to his head and by turning my head slightly, I could go down farther onto his monster.
Pretty soon, to my surprise and Mark's deep pleasure, I had his dick deep throated all the way, and then I had to come up for air. But I didn't stop. I licked around and sucked the top 5 or 6 inches or so, then went for my second deep dive. Mark was moaning loudly, and his body was very stiff. As I was pulling his dick out of my throat, he said, "I am getting very close to cumming. I don't know if I can hold it off much longer."
So, when I took his dick out of my mouth with a slurp, I said, "Don't worry about it, just let it go when it feels right." And I started another deep dive all the way to his pubic hair. As I felt the tickle, my throat suddenly felt like it was being stretched, again and again as Mark pumped shot after shot of his load directly into my esophagus. By the time I got that long hose out of my throat there was hardly any cum to taste. I kept a few inches of his dick in my mouth and gave my dick the few strokes it needed to cum all over Mark's shoulder and chest.
Mark was still spasming a bit every time either of us moved but he watched my quick jerk off with interest. I noticed he was still very hard, like he could go again. And normally I would ask if he wanted to cum a second time. But my mouth and throat were so sore from this monster's stretching that I couldn't go for seconds when it would undoubtedly take longer than the first.
We wiped ourselves off, and I asked, "You said that this was your first time being sucked, so how was it?" "It was wonderful, better than I had ever dreamed possible." He said. "Congratulations, you are no longer a virgin in that respect." He looked surprised by this but pleased, so I asked, "Have you ever done anything else with a guy... sucking... fucking... or being fucked?" Again, he seemed to be surprised, perhaps by my bluntness, and timidly shook his head, no. "Nothing like that. But a friend I graduated high school with, who enrolled in a trade school back home, we did jerk off together several times over the summer."
That told me that Mark was gay or bi-curious. So, I opened the door for further explorations by saying, "Well, there is nothing virginal about me anymore. If you want to get sucked again or want to try any of the other things that two healthy young men can do together, I am up for it anytime, anywhere and anyhow, and I mean that." And Mark just smiled, so I smiled back.
We realized it was late, and that we were both exhausted, so we said good night and went to our own beds, but neither of us bothered with putting on underwear. (And we were never shy around each other ever again.)
TO BE CONTINUED in Part 4:
"The next morning (Saturday), I woke up enough to check the time and it was already too late for breakfast in the cafeteria, so I just went back to sleep. Sometime later I was having a very enjoyable dream about being sucked only to discover it wasn't a dream..."
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Over the years, I have been adding to a series that I call, The Chronicles of Kevin; here they are in story-line order:
Cousin Joe Loves Dick (the earliest story about Kevin) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/rural/cousin-joe-loves-dick
Porked By "Meat" (Kevin tells how his anal virginity was taken, referred to in the Cousin Joe story) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/porked-by-meat
Kevin's Chubby Buddy (in Kevin's Senior year of HS) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/kevins-chubby-buddy
Joe's Revenge on "Meat" (Cousin Joe tells about getting revenge on Kevin's virginity stealer) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/joes-revenge-on-meat
Joe Goes To College will go here.
Allan's New College Freedom (Allan tells about rooming with Kevin) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/allans-new-college-freedom/
Letter To A College Roommate (Kevin tries to reconnect and catch up with Allan 20 years later) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/letter-to-a-college-roommate/
NOTE: If you read all these, they are about the length (in word count) of a Novel.