I Pounding the Prof, Part 11
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The answer to my question about how many times Damion could cum in one night turned out to be six. Or seven, if you count the time we fucked after breakfast.
That night, after he'd made me cum hands free and shot his third load in my ass, I climbed on his cock and rode him until I made him cum again. It was amazing how he could stay so hard even after he'd cum so many times, but I guess that was the great part of fooling around with an 18-year-old! On that fourth round, he lay on his back with his arms folded behind his head and let me do the work. I leaned back so that his cock was brushing against my prostate every time I bounced up and down, and in just a few minutes, another amazing orgasm washed over me. I didn't shoot a load, but massaging my spot shot waves of electricity through my body that ultimately pushed me over the edge into ecstasy. I couldn't help but moan loudly like a bitch in heat, which really turned Damion on, and in a surprisingly short amount of time, he shot another load inside me.
After his fourth load of the night, we climbed under the covers and just lay next to one another and talked for a long time. Damion asked me about who I'd dated before, and so I explained that I'd started late. I dated a couple of girls in high school, but we never did more than kiss. I told him that grew up in a small town in Ohio, so I didn't know anybody openly gay, and the idea of admitting that I was gay even to myself was not a possibility.
"I was a really serious student and focused on my studies all the time," I told him. "I think I was trying to keep myself distracted so that I wouldn't think about the fact that I liked boys, which I knew everyone in my town would think was wrong. And I kept that up the first couple of years in college too. I didn't even let myself think about dating, and I never thought about people I knew when I jerked off. I just watched videos of strangers or read porn and fantasized about anonymous sex, because it seemed safer. I went to a small liberal arts college where everybody knew everybody else's business, so I was afraid that if I did anything with another student, everybody would find out about it.
"Then my junior year, I discovered Manhunt, and that was it. I'd decided that I needed to try something with somebody, so I signed up and created a lame profile. The first time I went online, I found some guy just a little older than me who lived in the area. I made him swear that he didn't have anything to do with the college I went to, and then I went over to his house on a Friday afternoon after classes. I was nervous as fuck, but he was cute, so that helped. He invited me in, and we didn't kiss or anything. He just unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, and I got on my knees and started sucking him. I guess I'd watched enough porn to know what to do, cause I made him cum after just a few minutes. And when he shot in my mouth, I came in my own pants. All he said was, `thanks,' and then I left.
"I got back to my dorm room and got online again right away. Even though I'd already shot my own load, I had loved the taste of the guy's cum. I could feel his load swimming around in my stomach, and I wanted more. So I found another guy online not too far away, a little bit older, and about an hour after my first blow job, I went over to his house and swallowed another load. This guy wanted to kiss first, which I didn't think I'd be into, but I liked it . We made out and he felt me up and grabbed my cock through my pants, and then I unzipped him and pulled out his cock. He was big, with a beautiful cock, and I sucked him off until he shot in my mouth. That time we kissed for a while before I left, and he told me I should cum back sometime. But I never did.
"I spent that whole weekend looking for hook ups. I think I didn't study at all again until Monday and just spent every second trying to hook up with more guys. I must have sucked off like seven different guys."
"So you've always been a whore," Damion laughed.
"Nah, I was a saint until I hit 20. But then I've never stopped since."
"So when was the first time you got fucked?"
I explained to him that I got fucked the first time just a couple of weeks after I sucked a cock for the first time. I'd been hooking up at least a couple of times every week, always with guys away from campus and never with the same guy twice. I really found the anonymous sex exciting - not talking, not being intimate, just sucking them off and leaving. But after a few weeks of building my skills as a cocksucker, I decided that I wanted to try getting fucked. The next time a hot looking guy said he wanted to fuck me, I responded sure. I told Damion that since this was before Prep was widespread, I was terrified about getting AIDS or some other disease, so I made sure he had condoms and lube.
"My first time hurt like hell. I was totally unprepared. I'd watched tons of porn, and none of that showed how you were supposed to clean yourself first or how you should practice opening up your hole. And I hadn't ever stuck anything up my ass. So when the guy tried to fuck me, I had to make him stop. After trying for again, I finally got maybe half of his dick in, but I couldn't take any more. I sucked him off as quick as I could and left and didn't try getting fucked again for ages. The whole thing freaked me out so much that I actually stopped having sex at all for a few months.
"I didn't have any gay friends to talk to about sex and give me advice. And I never fooled around with anyone more than once, and we never talked, so none of them could give me advice. But I started to get really horny again, and so I did some research on the internet about how to have anal sex. I learned about douching and practiced sticking my finger in my ass trying to get used to it. I was still terrified about AIDS, so I didn't get fucked that often until grad school, when I got on Prep, and then..."
Damion told me about his first experiences too.
"I started young," he said. He started out online too. Since he commuted to school on the rapid transit system, his mom got him a smart phone, and of course he used it to watch porn. He said that the straight porn didn't do anything for him, but he watched tons of gay porn.
"I guess cause it was just my mom growing up, I had a thing for older guys. I loved to watch older and younger guys fucking," he said.
When he was a sophomore, he downloaded Grindr and started looking for opportunities to hook up. He hit up a guy who ran a store near his house. The profile said he was 40, and his picture had a bare chest, showing him to be thin and very hairy. Damion lied and told the guy that he was 18 and a senior, and the next day, he stopped by the store on his way home from school. The guy was Indian and was in great shape, with thick black hair and nice eyes and a thin body. The shop was a small convenience store that he ran by himself, so he waited for a customer to leave then just locked up the shop, put the closed sign on the front door, and led Damion into the storeroom in the back.
"The guy could tell I wasn't 18, but I guess I looked cute, and he was horny." That first time, the guy just unbuttoned Damion's pants and got down on his knees and sucked him off.
"I don't think he was very experienced," Damion said. "He was nervous, but he was really into my cock."
Damion said that he held the guy's head and started face fucking him, and the guy took out his own cock and started jerking off, until they both shot their loads at the same time. The guy, whose name was Vijay, was married, of course, with two kids.
"He kinda freaked out after we both came. It's like he felt really guilty and confused and rushed me out of the store."
But a few days later, Vijay hit Damion up on Grindr again, and after that they started hooking up about once a week. The more they hooked up, the more comfortable Vijay got, and their sexual practices expanded. By the third time they hooked up in the back storeroom, they would both get totally naked and feel each others bodies. They started kissing and making out. They would take turns sucking each other off. And then after a couple of months, Vijay asked Damion to fuck him.
"I kept hooking up with him at least once a month until I moved to come out here." He said that they had become friends, and they would talk after they fucked. Vijay had told him all about his wife, of whom he was very fond, and kids. But they never talked about what it meant for a married dad of two to be taking it up the ass on the regular from a high school student. They would drink a soda together, and Vijay would give him some snacks from the store to take home.
Damion said he'd gradually found other guys to hook up with, some near his school in Berkeley, some near his home. Most of the guys were in their 30s or 40s. "I hooked up with a few Cal students too," he said, "but I liked the older guys more than the kids."
He told me that he had even learned that guys would sit at the back of the last car on the BART trains and expose themselves or even fool around, if there was no one else there. He would sometimes get on a train and just ride for awhile in the last car and watch guys jerk off or show off his own goods.
"I even got a couple of blow jobs on the train."
Since coming to college, he said that he'd only hooked up with other college boys, "But they don't really do that much for me. But an ass is an ass, I guess."
After all of our talk about our sexual histories, we were both horny as fuck, so we started making out. Damion fucked me for the fifth time that night, this one a long slow tender fuck where we never stopped kissing even as he moved in and out of my ass. He slowly made love to me as I lay on my back with my legs pulled up. He kissed me deep and fucked me slow, and when he was finally close to cuming, he started rubbing my cock with his hand until he got me close. Then, just as I let loose with another load, he filled my ass with his seed, the two of us shooting in perfect harmony.
He kept kissing me for awhile, then he rolled off and lay next to me holding me, our faces so close that I could feel his breath. We were sticky with my cum, but neither of us wanted to get out of bed to clean up. He gently kissed my lips, then he kissed each of my eyes in turn.
"Good night, Adam," he whispered.
"Good night, Damion," I said. I realized that this was the first time that he'd called me by my name, and it made my heart warm.
And in a few moments, we were both asleep.