I went to SUNY Albany during the late 1960s. During my Freshman year, my roommate introduced me to his friend John. I did not think too much about him at first, but eventually found myself attracted to his body and his personality.
John was a very typical looking Irish teenager, freckles, curly brown hair, and a really cute boyish pug nose, to go along with his lean athletic body. John played all sports, but I did not really appreciate what a hot teenager he was until I saw him without his shirt on, sunning on a hot late September afternoon.
From that point on I spent as much time with John as I possibly could. I became totally infatuated with him and could think of little else but his smile and that smooth muscular chest with two hard little nipples on a perfect body. I could not help but check out his naked upper torso in the gym playing basketball or when he would lie back in his dorm room with his hands behind his head revealing a beautiful growth of armpit hair. I could smell his masculine scent and was very turned on.
Being a typical Irish lad, John loved to hang out in the town bars, drinking beer and checking out the women. I was checking out the guys, but mainly loved being close to John. I never dated women, but was very much in the closet about my attraction to men. But I think John noticed how attentive I was to him.
John would get totally shit-faced drunk and, one Friday night, my buddies and I had to practically carry John back to the dorm from town. My roommate had gone home to Long Island for the weekend and we carried John into my roommate's bed. The other guys left for their own rooms, and it was just me and the object of my jerk-off fantasies for the last couple of months. I really wanted something to happen that night.
John was semi-awake and, after peeling off his tee shirt, he crawled into my roommates bed, dressed only in his jeans and socks, and told me that I was a good buddy to take care of him that night. I couldn't help myself and I said "I love you." He smiled at me knowingly and said, "I know." Nothing else was said and I soon heard John snoring, as he had drank a lot of beer.
I tried to go to sleep, but my constant hardon kept my thoughts and my eyes on my roommates bed, where bare chested John was sleeping. After making sure that his breathing indicated that he was asleep, I went over to his bed, and gently pulled the covers down revealing his semi-clad body. I could smell his masculine teenaged body and became even more turned on than before. I touched his hard bare stomach. I felt the light brown streak of hair that began at his navel and ran down into his crotch, beneath the snug blue jeans where I saw the bulge of his Irish teen-aged meat, something that I hungered for.
I had to do it. I gently unfastened the snap of his beltless levis. My fingers felt his hot skin and I could breathe in his scent. I went wild and opened his jeans and worked them and his underpants down below his knees. He kind of stirred in his sleep and I was very frightened that he had caught me, but he seemed to go back into his deeper sleep, His uncut dick was not hard but I wanted it in my mouth. I sucked his cock until it stiffened in my mouth. I had only sucked off one guy back home (about five times), so I wasn't the most experienced cock-sucker on the planet, but I sure loved what I was doing.
He never said a word, but I am that sure he had awakened, as he put his hand on my shoulder and kind of pushed my head deeper onto his now rock-hard seven inch cock. I gagged a couple of times, but kept my face buried in his crotch. Finally he pulled my head down all the way on his dick and he started breathing really hard, and at first I didn't realize that he was shooting off in my mouth. I quickly started swallowing all of his hot bitter tart young cum. I couldn't get enough and lapped up every drop. I tasted his cum in my mouth and I jerked myself off at the foot of the bed. I kept my mouth on his now softening dick as he fell back asleep.
Nothing was said in the morning about the blow-job. Although John did not spend as much time with me after that night.....until Spring Break that March in Fort Lauderdale. Let me know if you want to hear about that night in the cheap Florida motel on the strip.
My Irish College Drinking Buddy. Part 2
In 1968, during my first semester of college, at the State University of New York at Albany, I had the opportunity to live out a fantasy of mine, I sucked-off my straight, Irish drinking buddy, John. He did not mention or make reference to the blow job, but I did feel a change in our friendship after that night. Whereas before, we would spend a lot of time hanging out in each other's dorm room, I felt that John was trying to avoid those situations, where we would be alone together, and I might "try something" with him again.
John and I did remain friends, and spent time together in groups with other friends, on campus and hanging out at the local college bars. John loved to drink his beer, and talk about women, but he was very shy and did not often approach the college girls at the bar. John did speak to me about his old high school girlfriend, Cathy. They shared a pretty serious two year relationship, but decided to see other people at college. John only dated one girl that first semester and really missed Cathy. She stayed home in Spring Valley to attend community college, while John was upstate in Albany.
John's room was in another wing of our dorm, and he found himself with a single room, when his weird "drugged-out" roommate mysteriously dropped out of college one day. John decided to turn his room into a private bar and lounge for himself and his dorm buddies. Whenever we had some money, we would keep the small refrigerator stocked with beer. And although John was not into drugs at that time, some of us would get "stoned" on pot and hash, in his room. John was a great guy, and everyone was welcome to party in his room.
During Christmas vacation, John started dating Cathy again, and when we returned to school in January, John started going home on weekends to be with Cathy. He left me in charge of his dorm room and I had the extra key. I was still very much in love with John and was very angry and jealous of Cathy. She got to have what I longed for. And occasionally, I would sneak into his vacant dorm room on weekends, lock myself in, and lay in his bed, smelling his body odor on his sheets, and even grabbing a pair of his used jockey shorts, putting the pouch to my nose, and lowering my jeans to jerk off right on his bed.
I almost got into big trouble one Sunday afternoon, jerking off in John's unmade bed. John did not usually get back to campus until eight or nine o'clock on most Sunday evenings. It was two in the afternoon, and I was tugging away at my dick, laying in his bed, with the armpit stains from a crumpled up tee shirt in my face. I was about to come when I heard two voices in the otherwise quiet hallway. I quickly stopped to listen and jumped out of his bed, when I heard a key go into the lock of his door. I finished putting my pants back on and tossed his tee shirt to the floor. I was standing near the refrigerator as the door opened. It was John and a high school friend of his, Danny. John was surprised to see me there, but I reached for a cold soda and said that I was just using the fridge. He introduced me to Danny, a football player friend of John's from back home. Danny had driven John back to campus. I left for my room, shaken up, but still very horny. And now with the fantasy of what might of happened if I hadn't covered up in time, and been discovered jerking off with John's sweaty underwear in my face. Pretty embarrassing, but a big turn on for me. I went back to my room and jacked off thinking about being forced to give blow jobs to both John and his football stud friend Danny. I pumped out a huge load to that image.
The worst times for me were the weekends when John would have Cathy come up to our campus to see him. Just knowing that she was in his room with him got me very angry and frustrated. But Spring Break was coming and I would get another chance to blow John.
Five of us planned a drive down to Fort Lauderdale that March, to join the annual testosterone filled rite of college boys away from home, with three basic goals, get sun, get high and get laid. John had not planned to join us as Cathy's family was going to Atlanta to visit her older sister, who had just had a baby. John and Cathy were planning to spend a lot of time alone together, fucking and generally playing house. But about ten days before Spring Break started, John was devastated to learn that Cathy's mom had insisted that she join them in their visit to Atlanta, and all of John's plans for wild sex were suddenly canceled. He was really depressed and we persuaded him to join us in our trip to Florida. John finally agreed and the adventure was about to begin.
Our friend, Steve had a station wagon, and all six of us crammed into his car for the long drive down to Fort Lauderdale. Three drivers shared the nonstop driving, and we made great time, only stopping to eat and piss. John and I being non-drivers spent the trip in the back seat, and after a few of our pit stops, I made sure to get back in the car right after John, so we could sit next to each other, and I could feel his body rub up against mine. John had brought a cooler with beer for the ride, (of course). When John fell asleep in the car, I kind of rubbed his thigh a bit, but nothing that would wake him.
The motel that we were planning to stay at had no vacancies, and we were told of another one that was putting up college kids. It was a really seedy looking place, with paper thin walls, beds that didn't look too clean and an air conditioner that barely worked, but it was two blocks from the beach, and we were ready to party, so we took two rooms. Each room had two beds, and we decided that two of us would sleep on the floor. We checked in and all changed to shorts and bathing suits and headed for the beach.
As we approached the main strip of Ft Lauderdale beach, there were an amazing number of kids, all wandering down the strip in bathing suits, girls in two-piece sexy bikinis and tons of hot hunky looking shirtless guys. I could tell that there would be plenty to look at. We met other friends from our college and kind of split into our own groups. I did not see John again until much later that night. After an afternoon on the beach, I headed to one of the clubs along the strip, "The Candy Store," with two of my friends. They were having a late afternoon beer party for students. Lots and lots of sexy girls and boys, all drinking and having fun. The DJ at the pool was organizing all kinds of contests, involving water games in the pool, all involving drinking beer. He would set up competitions of college versus college and we all yelled and screamed and partied into the evening.
After a dinner of hot dogs and french fries from one of the shops on the strip, I split up from my friends. I was buzzed from all the beer drinking, and I just wanted to walk along the crowded sidewalk and gawk at the incredible semi-naked bodies of frat guys, and jocks from all over the country. I passed one club that seemed to have all guys walking in and out. I later learned that this was the Marlin Beach Hotel, an all gay hotel, situated right in the middle of the strip. A day later, we heard a story of two of the college boys, not realizing that it was a gay club, who wandered onto the grounds, and were invited back to a leather top man's hotel room. When they realized what was going on, they ran back outside as quickly as they could. This became a joke for the rest of our week down there. Everyone said to stay away from the "homo bar," or we would accuse various guys of going out late at night to hang out with the queers. It was a way of "goofing on" each other and it really did not mean anything. As much as I would have liked to have gone to the Marlin Beach, I knew that I could not risk being seen there.
Later that evening we all went to another bar, Summers, that had all kinds of contests to show off college kids bodies. The girls would compete in the "Teenie-Weenie Bikini" contest, and they had similar contests for guys with hot dogs in their shorts. Everything lead to getting drunk and talking about and having sex. I grew tired of the heterosexual games, and decided to head back to the cheap motel to crash on one of the beds. We had two rooms, each with two beds. Being six guys, that meant that the last two guys back in the rooms would sleep on the floor. I figured that I was going to be first back that night and would take one of the beds. I opened the door and was surprised to find John in one of the beds with a pretty little topless blonde. She yelled out and covered up. John told me to "Get the fuck out of the room." I apologized and left for the other room that we had rented.
The other room was empty and I stripped down to my underwear, and climbed in to bed, again jealous of a girl next door, who was able to get what I so desperately wanted again, John's naked body next to hers, and I imagined his hard cock in her mouth or in her pussy. I fell asleep and was awakened about fifteen minutes later, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was a shirtless and very drunk John trying to wake me up.
"Hey buddy. Are you sleeping?" slurred John to me. "I was," I said. John told me that the bitch was a tease, and after letting him feel her tits, would go no further with John. She was being loyal to her boyfriend back home. "Fuck loyal," said John, referring to his girl Cathy.
"We're down here to get laid," said John, while squeezing his crotch in his jeans. He knew that he had my undivided attention then. "The bitch wouldn't suck my dick, or even give me a handjob!", John complained to me. My eyes adjusted to the dark motel room, and I could see a semi hard cock in Johns blue jeans. I also gazed at his sunburned naked chest and belly, and I could smell John's very distinctive and very sexy body odor. That was the same smell that I jerked off to back in John's dorm room, with his dirty underwear in my face. I was so horny and wanted to taste John's cock again.
John looked me in the eye, and said, "Buddy, you really like me, don't you?" I said, "You know I do." John grinned at me and asked, "Do you want to help me out again?" He then rubbed his smooth stomach and brought his hand to the top of his jeans. I then knew for sure, that John remembered exactly what had happened that night many months ago, when I sucked him off. I was hypnotized by John's words and actions and just nodded my head yes.
John again grinned at me and said, "Go ahead. Help me. I am so fuckin' horny, and I need to get off!". I needed no further encouragement. I put my hand over his on the snap to his jeans. I unfastened his jeans and pulled them down revealing a hard wet bulge in his underwear. I pushed my face into that bulge and sucked my breath in. I started to pull down his shorts, when John put his hand on the top of his jockey shorts to stop me. I looked up at him, like a puppy who had his bone taken away. John again grinned, mussed my hair with his hand, and said, "Don't worry. I just want you to do this right, so we can both enjoy it."
John went back to the door and double locked the latch for privacy, so we would not be discovered by any of our other friends. John then laid down on the other bed, with his hands behind his head. I loved looking at him that way with his armpit hair exposed, as well as his hard hairless chest and his smooth rippled stomach; and the top of his white jockey shorts exposed with the head of his hard cock outlining his shorts. I would do anything that John wanted and he knew it. "Come here," he ordered, and I got out of my bed and went to him. "Show me how much you care about me buddy," he said to me. I bent over to his body, and kissed his navel, with the light trail of brown hair that always fascinated me. "Down lower," he said, and I again tongued his dripping hard cock through his white jockey shorts.
Whereas, the first blow job was performed while he was supposedly asleep, there were no pretenses this time. John wanted his cock sucked, and I wanted to suck his cock. He ordered me to remove his jeans and underwear, and told me to suck his cock. I was as happy as a lark, for I feared that there would never be a repeat performance. And I didn't know if this would be the last time. I teased the uncut head of his dick with my tongue. I licked his hairy Irish balls, when I felt his hands grabbing my head. "Suck me off," he ordered as he guided my head back to his cock. I sucked and gagged and slurped on my "candy" with great abandon. This is what I lived for, to be John's personal cocksucker.
The blowjob probably lasted for a good half hour. I let John control the pace with his hands on my head.
I was so happy to please him. He occasionally moaned, or just said "Suck my Cock," over and over again. Finally he held my head down, and started grunting. I then felt his hot cum start to fill my mouth. John started cursing, "That's it bitch. Eat my cum. Eat it. Swallow all of it. You love my cum, don't you bitch!". I swallowed all of it and loved it more than the first time. When John's cock started to soften, he pushed my head away and told me to go back to the other bed. John slipped his underpants back on, and opened the door and went to take a piss. Soon after, our other buddies came back to the rooms. I slept like a baby.
John again acted normally to me the next day, and did not say anything about it. But he did come to me one more time, during that Spring Break for one more blowjob. He knew that I would suck him off anytime and anywhere that he wanted. That turned out to be the last time that I sucked his dick.
At the end of that semester, John transferred to another college and I never saw him again, but I will always have the memories of sucking my straight college buddy.