Until I was 19 I hadn't even considered sex with a man, it just never crossed my mind. Sex wasn't very important in my life. Sure I had wet dreams (I never remembered them, but the evidence was on the sheets in the morning) and I jerked off a couple of time a week, but while that was fun, it was no big deal. I dated girls, made out with them; I even fucked a few, but again no big deal. I just didn't understand what all the excitement about sex was.
Then I went off to college and was assigned a roommate who changed how I looked at sex. This guy, Mitch was his name, was a sex addict and he didn't care who knew it or what they thought of it. When we were in the room he was always naked and he jerked off whenever the urge hit him, right in front of me. I have to admit that watching such blatant displays of sexuality did have an effect on me. I found myself getting aroused whenever he'd throw a stiffy and start stroking it. On more than one occasion I was very tempted to whip out my own wood and join him, but I was much too shy about such things.
He, however, being far worldlier with regard to sex, knew he had me hooked. After he'd gotten me to the point where the shock of his autoerotic sessions had worn off he started adding verbal description of his various sexual exploits to his jerking off. Mitch, if he was telling the truth, had had sex of almost every imaginable form; at least it went way beyond my imagination. It was his telling me about the most fantastic blowjob he'd ever had that caused me to break into a cold sweat. Mitch had gone to prep school and apparently his house master (a teacher who supervised the residence where he lived) was gay and Mitch being a real beauty and sex maniac, the two naturally hooked up. Any way the guy was crazy about Mitch and Mitch's thick 7 inch pole. Mitch had his own private cock sucker during his junior and senior years.
For some strange reason as he was telling this I became more and more turned on. I suddenly realized that the reason for this was that I was picturing myself in the teacher's position. I tried to convince myself that I was thinking of myself in Mitch's role, but that wasn't it. I wanted his fat hog in my mouth; I wanted to slurp on that fat pink head; I want to feel him pulse between my lips; I wanted that geyser of hot cum to spurt out into my mouth and not be wasted on his stomach. I was staring at his cock as his fist was a blur as it stroked up and down. I was mesmerized waiting for the grand finale. He had to call out my name several times before I realized he was talking to me.
"Hey dude, if you're that hot and bothered, haul out that thing and join me, it'll do you some good."
"Naw, I don't think I'd better," I said as I stroked my steel stiff rod with the palm of my hand.
"If you want. . . feel free to do what you really would like to do?"
Now he had me worried. Could he read my mind? "What do you mean?" I asked him.
"I've seen the look you have in your eyes before, man. I know you want it, have wanted it. Don't even bother to deny it. So if you want it, it's all yours." He pushed his rock hard cock away from the flat of his stomach until it was pointing right at me. The little slit in the head looked like an eye winking at me.
I knew he was right. I did want it. I wanted to take his cock into my mouth; I wanted to see what he tasted like; I wanted to suck his cum out of his balls and swallow it. But, I didn't want to admit it, more to myself than to him.
It was like he knew exactly what was going on in my head. He got off his bed and stood in the center of the room and stretched. Totally naked he was a magnificent example of male perfection. Not an ounce of fat apparent, a solid, tight body which stood just a hair over 6'. "Let me help you," he whispered.
He walked over to me. I'm slightly shorter and his big blue eyes looked down into my baby browns and I was his slave. He placed his two hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down onto my knees. I could have offered no resistance had I wanted to. My face was directly in front of his manhood. He took it into his right hand and lightly brushed the head across my lips. It felt so silky and a smear of pre-cum glazed my lips. Instinctively I licked my lips and came into contact with his skin. That's all it took. I parted my lips and he glided it in.
"Just take it slow at first and do what come naturally, you're doing just fine," he assured me in a near whisper.
Well he was right I suckled on him like a new born calf. I was in heaven and didn't ever want to leave. He urged me on, giving my pointers. "Vary your speed. Go up and down slow for awhile and then fast and then slow again. . .Use your tongue along the underside of the shaft when your coming up on it. . .Play with my balls. . .Now lick them. . .That's it, now go back to my cock. . .That's great. . .You're doing just fine."
In between his pointers he was moaning and the sound of his breathing became more noticeable. "OK, yes, that's it, perfect. I'm getting real close. When I cum, just let it fill up your mouth. Stop going up and down and just caress my cock with your tongue until I tell you to pull off. Swallow or spit out, don't matter to me. Yeah, getting closer. Just a little more speed, right, perfect!!! Almost, here we goooooooooo... Ooooohhhh. Take it!
Take it. I guess. The mother fucker flooded my mouth. I just held still as the bitter-sweet essence of man fill all my senses for the first time. There was no question of spitting it out; I wanted to drink it down. I gulped as he was spewing and gulped again. Fuck not moving. I started going up and down on him like a wild man, trying to suck out as much from his balls as I could. OK, OK, take it easy. He pushed me back.
"Relax dude, that was great, but there's plenty more from where that came from. Give me an hour and you can have a fresh batch." Needless to say I took him up on that offer and for the next four years he never went without in a time of need and I never went hungry.