I was still 17 when I entered university as a freshman. To say I was green would have been a significant understatement. Not only was I a virgin, my main source of sexual release was an occasional wet dream. Yes I did masturbate, but infrequently, and when I did I was so overcome with guilt that it was literally weeks before desire overcame inhibitions. Besides I already had enough to be guilty about. Though I fought it and prayed that it would go away, I found myself being sexually aroused by other boys and men. Women never entered my erotic thoughts.
I was the only child of a very religious family where sex was never mentioned, much less discussed. At 13 my father handed me a small paper pamphlet (put out by the church) that in the briefest possible way outlined the facts of life. The main thrust of the information was that sex only occurred between a husband and wife. Living in a small town of about only 1,100 people didn't help either. Most of the other kids were in the same boat as me, as far as sexual knowledge was concerned, and I was not allow to associate with those who might have known more.
It was a miracle that I talked my parents in letting me go to the state university. I know my mother would have preferred me to go a Christian college, but since a state school's tuition was considerably less my dad was agreed to my choice.
It wasn't long before I learned that life in the real world was quite different from the sheltered rural circle in which I was raised. I sort of retreated into myself, prayed a lot and studied hard. I also learned that there were far more temptations than I had been aware of. My roommate was a tall, geeky-looking city boy who, once he thought I was asleep, had no qualms about pushing down his bed-sheets, tugging off his briefs and jacking off his impressively hard cock. I would lie there, with my eyelids slit open watching as he pleasured himself to incredible ejaculations. My own cock would get so hard and I'd become so aroused on these occasions that several time I thought I would cum without even touching myself.
Still aside from finding his masturbatory sessions highly stimulating I didn't find myself attracted to him. That however was not the case with Ronald Medeiros. He taught my introduction to psychology course. From my perspective he was the hottest male I'd ever laid eyes on. He was a 26-year old grad student going for his Ph.D. and the combination of his good looks and intellect had me smitten. He was only 5'8", but with a solid, muscular body. His sandy blond hair, deep blue eyes and killer smile were perfection and when I did masturbate I found myself thinking of him exclusively.
I would make any excuse just to talk to him. It must have been a real ego boost for him because he never seemed to tire of my hero-worshipping nor did he ever give me the brush off. Of course I never even hinted at anything sexual while I was with him. Instead I told him I was thinking of majoring in psychology and we pretty much kept to that subject in our conversations.
I was doing exceptionally well in all my subjects, but in Psych 101 I maintained a 100% average. That put me in an even better position with him. Toward the end of the semester he and I were having a Coke in the Student Union cafeteria and he mentioned that he was going to be teaching another course in the upcoming term.
"It's a second year course, but given your performance I can arrange a waiver for you to take it," he explained.
"What's the subject?" I asked.
"Human sexuality," he said nonchalantly.
I'm not sure just what I was thinking, but I felt a flush of warmth rise in my face and realized that I was blushing. Ron chuckled and stared at me with a bemused grin on his face.
"I'd say from your reaction it might be a good idea if you took the course."
I stammered and felt totally embarrassed. I tried to explain. "I haven't had much exposure to sex and huh, huh, I don't know if I'm ready to take a course in it."
Ron's grin faded and he became serious. "I would think that's all the more reason to take it. You are obviously not comfortable with the subject, but if you're going to become a psychologist you need to realize that sex touches every aspect of the human experience. How old are you?"
"I just turned 18 last month," I replied.
"Am I correct in inferring from your reaction that you're a virgin?"
Again I felt the heat creep up my face and my underarms were becoming noticeably damp.
"Well I guess that answers my question. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, though nowadays it's a rarity in a guy your age. Relax, I think you should take the course, not only for the knowledge, but also for you to become more comfortable around the subject."
He gave me a warm and reassuring smile. "Take it easy, you'll come into your own, probably sooner than later. Sexuality should fit everyone like a glove. You have to feel comfortable with it or you'll go through your whole life not quite fitting in."
"That's exactly how I feel now," I admitted.
"It's no wonder. Take the course, I think it will help a great deal."
Thankfully he changed the subject and within a few minutes I felt far more at ease. A few days later we had early registration for the next semester and I signed up for Human Sexuality 214 with Ron Medeiros as instructor.
The holiday break between terms turned out to be less than pleasant. I hadn't realized how much I'd grown up in the preceding four months. While I might not have been in the mainstream at school, home was no longer a comfortable fit either. Then and there I made up my mind to find a summer job that would keep me away from home for most of the summer. I was actually pleased to be going back as I boarded the bus for the 93-mile trip to campus.
My roommate had arrived before me and I apparently wasn't expecting me so soon, because when I opened the door to the room he was stretched out naked on his bed jacking off like it was his last act on earth. I just stood in the open doorway gawking.
He managed to growl out, "shut the fucking door." I did so immediately but remained there staring at him. I guess he was too far gone to stop or care because almost immediately his eyes shut tight, his chest heaved up, he let out a groan followed by a low moan and then a jet of cum propelled at least a foot straight up in the air followed by five other diminishing spouts. By this time my cock had taken on a life of its own and was creating a sizeable bulge in my 501s.
I dropped my bags on the floor as he came out of his trance-like state. He opened his eyes and grinned at me sheepishly.
I began to apologize profusely, I don't know why, but I kind of felt I had to.
"Don't worry about it. It's not like I was doing anything you don't do too," he said confidently. "Besides it was kind of hot knowing somebody was watching me. You just better not tell anyone else. Deal?"
"Deal," I agreed immediately.
"Good. So now I guess when either one of us gets into the mood we can just do it without having to worry. I hate having to do it in the shower or wait until you go to sleep. OK by you?"
It wasn't really. I jacked off infrequently and I sure didn't have any intention of being on public display when I did. Still since I'd just watched him doing it as intently as I had it seemed impossible not to agree. So I said sure.
"Good. You can seal the bargain right now, because from the look of things," he said pointing at my crotch, "you're in as much need as I was and that way I know you'll keep your mouth shut about me."
I felt trapped. I felt I shouldn't want to do it, not in front of him. At the same time I was still aroused by what I'd seen and even more by the idea of having him watch me. My mind was shouting no, but my throbbing cock and something down deep compelled me to comply.
I sat on the edge of my bed facing toward him. He sat upright and swung his body so that he too was sitting on his bed facing me. His cock was still semi-hard and it was difficult not to look at it. I unbuttoned my fly, spread the flaps of my jeans open and pulled down my briefs so that the elastic band was hooked under my balls. My cock was up to its fullest size, about 6 1/2 very thick inches and I was hornier than I ever remember being.
"Impressive piece of meat dude. Go on and stroke it, it will feel real good. I might even join you; I think I might be up for a second round."
I moved my eyes down to his crotch and sure enough he was slowly stroking himself and his cock was filling out again. I didn't need any more encouragement. I fisted my cock and began pumping in desperate need. I leaned back on the bed supporting myself with my left arm while my right hand flayed away at my cock. At that moment I just wanted to cum, to gain release.
It happened so fast that I'm not sure just how, but suddenly my roommate was on his knees between my legs and my cock was buried in his mouth. I'd never felt anything so incredible. I had a fleeting thought about pushing him off me, but the sensations his mouth was giving my cock banished that notion almost before it formed. I leaned back on both arms and thrust myself forward, pushing deeper into the wonderful warm wetness enveloping me. I wanted it to go on forever and at the same time I wanted to cum. The conflict was settled on its own. He worked on me for about three minutes when I felt the most unbelievable tingling right below my balls. I couldn't have stopped it, even if I'd wanted to and there was no way I wanted to. I was barely able to warn him of what was about to happen so that he could remove me from his mouth.
"It's happening," I gasp out. Instead of pulling off as I expected him to he seemed to redouble his effort and suddenly I was blowing my load and he was gulping it down like a man who'd been deprived of liquid for days. I was drained as I'd never been drained before. I was too spent to even move and he just kept suckling on me tenderly until he'd swallowed every last drop I had to offer. I went limp in his mouth. He finally released me and I opened my eyes and looked down at him.
"How was that?" He asked with a sly grin.
"It was wonderful. Actually it was incredible. I've never experienced anything like it," I answered in all honesty.
"You mean you've never had a blow job before?"
"No or anything else either. Except for jerking off of course." I didn't want him to think I was a total virgin.
"Well, if you can keep you mouth shut you can have one whenever you want."
"Great," I said. "I'll let you know."
With that I put myself back together and as quickly as possible left the room. I was of course consumed by guilt, but at the same time I had to admit it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.