In just one semester I'd changed from a green, virginal 17-year old freshman who rarely even masturbated into an 18-year old who was getting head from his roommate nearly every night. Sometimes that wasn't even enough, I'd taken to frequently jacking off during my morning shower. On most of those occasions, as I often did while being serviced orally, I fantasized about sucking off my Human Sexuality instructor Ron Medeiros. When I did so I found that my climax was far more intense than otherwise.
I was conflicted, meaning that while I still carried around a good deal of guilt, I was not willingly to abandon my new found sexual practices. I loved getting sucked off. I found it totally thrilling to shoot my load into my roommate's hungry mouth. I got off knowing how much he loved eating my hot thick cum. I also realized that the longer this lasted the less guilt I was experiencing, at least about that. Envisioning kneeling in front of my instructor with his cock in my mouth still had me a little queasy. Not that it stopped me. I rationalized that since I wasn't really doing it, it was harmless enough.
As in the first semester I still sought out time to be alone with Ron. This time it was a bit more complicated. Whereas last term, when I was taking his course in introduction to psych and our conversations revolved around my wanting to major in the subject, this term our talks were focused on sex, which after all was the subject of the course. I may have been having sexual contact with another person but I still had lots of questions about sex and sexuality. I didn't have the balls to come right out and ask the questions I had, but I did ask him a wide variety of questions on the subject of sex in general.
For his part Ron was very tolerant, answering all my queries in a completely clinical manner. He never pushed the conversation in any specific direction, but just let me go while being honest and open in his responses. Finally, around the eighth class session the topic was orientation. I Ron somehow knew or at least sensed that we'd finally arrived at the area that really interested me. It was he who asked if I wanted to meet him for coffee after class.
We found a quite corner in one of the smaller student lounges where nobody else happened to be. "So what did you think of today's lecture?" He asked me with a reassuring smile.
By now I was comfortable enough to ask what was on my mind, albeit a somewhat censored version.
"You said that very few people were totally heterosexual or homosexual. I'm not sure I understand that. I thought you were either one or the other."
"First of all I said that it is theorized that few people are totally one or the other, it's certainly not original with me. I do happen to agree with it though."
"Right, I understand that, but I don't understand why a person isn't just one or the other. I mean that's what I've always heard. You're either homosexual or you're not."
"Let's see if I can explain it simply. As I said in class, Kinsey rated people on a scale from 1 to 10, 1 being exclusively heterosexual and 10 being exclusively homosexual. He maintained that most people fell somewhere on the scale between the two extremes, neither ones nor tens.
"As a matter of fact this is the subject I working on for my dissertation. I've refined his theory and I believe it's a bit more accurate in terms of today's world. There are individuals who are totally heterosexual; they would never have sex with a member of the same sex under any circumstance in any way, in other words they would rather masturbate than have sexual contact of any kind with a member of their own sex. I call them hetero one.
Next there are those individuals who, given the right set circumstance though preferring members of the opposite sex, might have some contact with members of the same sex, Simplistic example: a prisoner or a man in the military with no or limited access to a person of the opposite sex, or even someone who is drunk and very horny or maybe just very horny and at that moment someone of the same sex may offer them a sexual favor. They maybe engage in a sexual act, receiving oral sex for example, and then go right back to their typical heterosexual orientation as soon as they are able. Call them hetero two.
The next category, hetero three are those individuals who are oriented primarily toward members of the opposite sex, but who may every once in awhile, perhaps just for variety, or perhaps because the opportunity presents itself do engage in and enjoy having sex with a member of his or her own sex, either passively or actively or both.
"Then in the middle there are the true bisexuals, individuals who are attracted to both male and female equally. I personally feel that there are very few who fall into this category, but there are some who do, call them bi.
"Finally the remaining three categories are mirror images to hetero one, two and three only on the homosexual side. Homo one, exclusively homosexual; homo two someone who is homosexual but who because of social or family pressures are able to conduct themselves heterosexually, they remain homosexual even if they play and even enjoy functioning in another role; finally homo three, someone who can and does engage in sexual action with a member of the opposite sex, say as part of a threesome or because the situation presents itself.
"I believe this almost everyone except for celibates, who don't have sex with anyone. Though I think even most of them fall in one of the seven categories only they opt not to participate."
"How do you know what category you fit into?" I asked, and as I did I felt the blush creeping up into my face.
I was thankful that he seemed to ignore this and just answered my question. "Time and experience. The first thing most people figure out is what side of the scale they're on, hetero or homo, except of course those few who are bi, that's a bit harder to determine. Figuring out if you're a one, two or three takes time and experience. For example I'm certain there are many men in prison, getting orally serviced on a regular basis, who would have sworn they were hetero one until they'd been behind bars for several months. There's sometimes a difference between what you do and what you are. I mean that you may conduct yourself as a hetero one for years, when in fact you are a hetero two. Situations my change and only then do you discover that you're actually hetero two. Understand?"
"I think so. I'll have to think about it some more, but I think I've got the gist of it."
"Good, otherwise I'd have to question my teaching abilities."
I had a lot more questions and I was even tempted to ask in what category he placed himself, but just then a group of students entered the lounge and Ron changed the subject.
"Spring break is coming up in a couple of weeks. Got any plans? Going anywhere?"
"I wish I was, but I don't have the money to go any place exciting. I'd stay on campus, but they're closing the dorms. Much as I hate the idea I guess I'll just go home."
We made small talk for the next few minutes about why I'd rather not go home. Then Ron had to leave explaining he had a meeting with his adviser. I headed back to my room.
My roommate was there. I figured he might be able to answer some questions I didn't dare ask Ron. There were some questions I had that I couldn't ask either one, because I didn't want to tip my hand to either that I might have some homosexual feelings. For the moment I was contenting myself with the possibility that I might be just a hetero two or three.
"Can I ask you a personal question Gary?" I said as I stretched out on my bed.
He laughed. "I suck your cock almost every night and your asking if you can ask me a personal question. How personal could it be?"
I laughed too, he was right, there couldn't be he had to hide from me. So I just asked him. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I was just wondering. What do you get out of blowing me? I mean I know what I get out of it and I love it, but what's in it for you?"
"You ever eat out a girl?"
"No, I told you I've never done anything with anybody else."
"Oh yeah, that's right, I almost forgot I got me a virgin. Well you'd like to thought, right?"
"Yeah, of course I would." I said what I thought I had to say.
"Well what would you get out of that?"
"That's different, it's a girl."
"Shit, you straight boys are all alike. See if you can understand it this way. If you like pussy you get off on eating pussy; if you like dick you get off eating dick. I'm gay, I like dick, therefore I get off eating dick, and you got a fine piece, not to give you a big head or anything. It's thick enough to be a real mouthful, but not long enough to gag on, just about perfect. Besides you're a heavy cummer and I love eating your loads, they're really sweet."
I could feel myself blushing. I almost didn't go on with what I wanted to ask, but then he noticed the redness in my face.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, but it's true. I love sucking your cock and eating your load. That's what I get out of it. Doing it just gives me a thrill. I can't explain it any more than that."
"When did you know you were gay?"
"Never knew I wasn't. As far back as I can remember I always found males attractive. I mean I liked girls to play with and shit, like for friends, but it was always boys that I thought were cute. I sucked my first dick before I shot my first load. I was 10 or 11 and one of the kids in my neighborhood, who I thought was really cute, was around 13. Anyway he found out about jerking off and cumming and he showed me how it did it. His cock was about four times bigger than mine, the biggest I'd ever seen and when it got hard and he pumped out a load of cum I was totally intrigued. He asked if I wanted to touch it and of course I did. Then he asked if I'd give him a hand job and I thought that was the coolest thing. Finally the asked if I'd suck it for him. That I wasn't so anxious to do; I mean the idea of putting a cock in my mouth didn't exactly turn me on because I was afraid he might piss or something. But kept asking and finally wore me down and I did it for him. Once I had his cock in my mouth and discovered how it made me feel I was hooked and I've been hooked ever since.
"Why do you want to know all this anyway? You ain't going gay are you?"
"Shit no," I said perhaps a bit too defensively, "I'm just curious. Besides wouldn't you be happy if I was?"
"No. Not really."
"How come?"
"It's kind of funny. I guess some day I'd like to meet some guy and fall in love and maybe live together. But now I'll settle for just sex for sex sake. And there's nothing I enjoy more than sucking off one of you straight boys. I don't understand why, maybe you can answer that; you're the psych major. I mean I've had sex with gay guys and it's cool. I enjoy it. But there's just something about seducing a straight guy that's the coolest thing in the world. It must be like having forbidden fruit, no pun intended. I mean here you are a straight guy, you're not attracted to me and yet I can get you to cum gallons. I just love it. When I jack off right after sucking you I always have the best orgasms, much more intense than the times when I get blown or fuck a guy. I mean there's no such thing as a bad orgasm, but sucking off a straight dude always gets me hotter than anything else."
"I'm really not sure I understand, but I'll take your word for it," I said. I'll admit getting a blow job from you give me the most intense orgasms I've ever had, but then the only other ones I've had were from jerking off or a wet dream and I don't much remember those."
I got off my bed and started to get ready to leave. I had to eat then get to the library to do some serious studying. I wanted to get to the cafeteria early and avoid the rush.
I looked down at Gary and he had a wicked look on his face. "What?" I asked.
"All this talk has made me horny, can I talk you into a quickie before dinner?"
I had to admit I was horny too, but I didn't have time for the usual ritual and said so. "I don't have time to get undressed and kick back for twenty or thirty minutes."
"I said a quickie, I promise I'll make you cum and have you out of here in less than ten, maybe five. Now just lean against the closet door and leave things to me."
He got up, came over to me, pushed me up against the door and then dropped to his knees. I found this very sexy. As I looked down at him he busied himself in opening the fly of my jeans. He expertly fished out my rapidly growing cock. Not even bothering to stroke it he went down on me and I instantly reach my full length and girth. He began bobbing his head back and forth rapidly while at the same time running his fisted hand up and down my shaft. My cock was being sucked and caressed simultaneously. It was a new and awesome technique, but one that was working very well; I loved it. Generally when he sucked me I kept my eyes closed, but this time I was getting off watching him servicing me. I felt as though I was totally dominating him. All this was having the desired effect; I was getting very close, very fast. I placed my hands on his head and began literally fucking his face. It made me unbelievably hot. Then as I watching him his eyes looked up right into mine, I could see the desire in them and that pushed me over the edge. I shot my first blast and then he did something he'd never done before. He just opened his mouth wide with my pulsing cock resting on his tongue and I watched as my molten seed splashed into his mouth. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.
Once my orgasm began to subside he closed his mouth and milked the last of my cum out of the shaft and with obvious satisfaction swallowed all that had collected in his mouth. He again looked up into my eyes and smiled as he slowly withdrew my deflated cock from between his tight lips. He licked his lips and smiled at me.
"I told you it wouldn't take long."
He was right; it had taken less than five minutes. I was totally drained and my legs wobbled when I stood upright. I tucked my cock away, grabbed my things and headed out to the library.
"Later," I said.
"You bet," he said with a grin, "This is going to be a double load day."