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College Sophomores Seek Relief 01

By: willmasonwillmason



Matt and I were already 6 beers to the good when he started telling me about his job working construction over the summer. His dad, skeptical about Matt's grasp on the "real world," wanted him to see what it was like to work for hourly pay with all sorts of guys who never went to college and maybe didn't get through much of high school. He had set Matt up with a friend who was a commercial builder. 

Matt worked all summer as the low man on the totem pole on a work crew, building a parking garage. He had made some serious cash and looked like the outside work had been good for him physically.

"So what was the job like?"

"I sure learned one lesson. I'm going to finish college and get me a cushy indoor job. Getting up at 6 am and working with Alabama Jones hauling heavy shit around in the hot sun all day was no picnic. But I did get some unique words of wisdom."

"Like what?"

"Old Alabama was the funniest fucker I've ever met. He must have been pushing 55 years old, but was strong as an ox and worked real steady. The other guys said he had done a little time for running blow in his 20s, but that was a long time ago. He never let up, keeping everybody entertained all day with stories and comments. One of the things he liked to say was that eating hot dogs will make your dick shrink. I guess you had to hear him tell it."

"I guess so. What else did you learn?"

"Oh, man, he had all sorts of advice and sayings about pussy. He claimed he always had pussy when he wanted it, and when he hit a dry spell, he'd make what he called 'other arrangements.'"

"Like what? Don't tell me you had to listen to a 55 year old construction worker talk about jerking off all summer."

"Well, yes and no. He had lots to say about that too, and he didn't think much of what he called 'self abuse.' But his other arrangements were a lot weirder than that. He was real open about occasionally getting head from what he called 'sissy boys.' "

"You're shitting me! He talked about gay shit too?"

"Somehow, it didn't come off that way – it was more about when you 'got a bone' as Alabama said, and no ladies were around, there were always some sissy boys around to take care of your load, no strings attached."

"I think I'd rather have heard him talk about beating his meat," I mumbled, hoping Matt would change the subject. But Matt was undeterred:

"When I thought about it, I decided old Alabama's probably right. I have a fruity cousin from California who was always getting drunk at family reunions and trying to find somebody who'd let him blow them. Some gay dudes are just like that; that's all they think about."

I let that comment pass, even though I had a third cousin (or whatever he was; our moms were first cousins) who had scared the shit out of me when we were about 15, asking me if I wanted a blowjob. I said "no way" and avoided him the rest of the weekend. 

Matt and I kept drinking from the case of Bud that he had brought over. By about midnight, it was clear we were too wasted to do any good if we stumbled over to one of the bars just off campus. But I was having fun just catching up with Matt, who had become my best friend our freshman year. I hadn't seen him all summer and our contact had been limited to a couple of calls. We had just started our sophomore year and felt like old pros at college. 

Matt was about 5' 10", blond and athletic. He had really gotten ripped. working construction all summer. He was also wickedly quick witted and more than a little unpredictable. We always had fun together, and a couple of times even hooked up with some drunk girls together, fucking them in the same room. Matt was flat out brazen; he would say anything that came into his mind. 

We would have never gotten those girls naked all in the same room, much less talked them both into switching, unless he had made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. He convinced them pretty much all by himself with "you only live once" logic. It didn't hurt that he was considered a great looking guy by all the girls and carried himself with total confidence. 

After Matt brought up Alabama's "other arrangements" again, I said:

"Well, I don't want anything to do with sissy boys, but sure could use a nice drunk sorority girl to get down here between my legs and do some enthusiastic sucking," I said idly.

"Not gonna happen, my wasted amigo. Let's get high instead."

Matt pulled out his trusty glass pipe and a film canister packed with some stinky weed. It sure didn't smell like hydro.

"This is some construction site skunk weed," Matt explained. "Not too strong, but it's what we've got."

After we smoked a bowl of dirt weed, I kept thinking about the girls we would not be fucking that night. I had been in a two-week drought since getting back from my summer at home. Weed always made me super horny, as if just being a nineteen year old guy wasn't enough reason to think about sex non-stop. 

"So did you get some loving this summer?" I asked Matt through the haze.

"Nah, not too much. I couldn't do anything all week, or I would pay for it on the job the next day. Dude, I started going to bed at 10 PM Sunday through Thursday. But I had a few lucky weekend nights with this little hippie girl I knew. Wish she was here now – but she's just a high school senior this year."

"You fuckin' cradle robber!" I teased him, knowing I would do the same thing. "So what are we going to do tonight? I am so horned up I might stumble over to Paddy's and make a fool of myself chasing skanks at closing time."

"Nah, Scotty. You shouldn't smoke that stuff if it makes you that crazy. You'd end up with a $200 minor-in-possession ticket, or worse, in the lock up."

"OK, you're right, cops will be crawling the street looking for underage drunks. But I sure need some ..."

"Oh shut up, and give me your laptop. I'll find you somebody to suck your cock, just watch."

He was crazy. But that was Matt. He took my old banged up MacBook off the coffee table and soon started typing something. I got up and went to take a leak. I looked at my red eyes in the mirror and knew he was right about not going out. So I retrieved two more fresh cold beers and made some popcorn in the microwave. When I got back, not five minutes later, Matt was finishing up whatever he was up to. He grinned at me with a look of devilish determination on his face. 

"What the fuck are you up to?" I asked, handing him another beer. He had been on the computer ever since I left.

"Oh you'll see."

"C'mon, what's the secrecy about?"

"Look over here," he said as he showed me the screen. "This is an old Hotmail email I only use for porn and looking at shit on the internet that I don't want finding a way into my school account. Now, in about 15 minutes, we're going to start getting offers from 'sissy boys' who want to suck some frat boy dick. We'll also get some weirdos and geezers too, but we just ignore those."

"You are absolutely fucking crazy, but we know that already. And there's no way I'm letting a dude suck my cock."

"Well, wait and see. I posted on craigslist that 2 hot straight frat boys were drinking beers and wondering if it was true that dudes gave the best head. I cropped a picture of you and me from the neck down, showing we were studs. I said only similarly good looking guys around our age should apply. I specified only those with photos will be considered and that we were squeaky clean and were looking for DDF straight-curious dudes only, no gay scenesters."

"What the fuck! You've done this before?"

"No, asshole – I haven't DONE it before, as in getting my dick sucked, but after all the talk by Alabama, I did check out craigslist a few times, just to see what was out there. 

"Yeah, and what is it that you checked out?"

"I'll be damned if he wasn't right. There are way more cocksuckers advertising on sites like craigslist than there are dicks to suck, and it sure seems like a no strings way to get a nut. But if I'm going to do it, I want company so I don't feel like a freak. You're horny enough to fuck the worst kind of skank, so this might be a better solution. You only live once!"

I was stoned, drunk and not quite believing what I was hearing. Matt's insane logic was starting to make sense. 

I asked to look at the craigslist post he had put up. I had never used craigslist except to buy a used laptop or some football tickets. He switched over from his email to craigslist and the "casual encounters" section -- and there it was: a photo of Matt and me, shirtless. It was from a day on the lake last spring, but with our heads chopped off by Matt's crude Photoshop surgery, to preserve our anonymity. We did look pretty good, like a couple of Abercrombie & Fitch models. My tall lean body and his more muscled one were glistening with water, glowing in the late afternoon sun. 

I just shook my head at one more crazy, boundary-stretching surprise from my buddy Matt. We hit the pipe one more time and before I knew it, emails starting rolling in.

"Hey, look, here are some of the first offers," Matt grinned.

I started reading the emails, amazed at all the guys lining up to suck our dicks. Matt deleted any stupid "what's up" messages without photos, a couple of fat guys and an old dude trying to see if we'd change the standards Matt put in for what he called the best head ever. In a word, "No." 

More emails popped every time the screen refreshed; we were weeding them out for a good ten minutes. Matt narrowed it down to a few he thought looked interesting. One guy sent a full frontal photo and said he's bi; he did have a good body ... what was I saying? 

Then one came in after all the others. It was from a freshman who didn't send a photo, but Matt hesitated from hitting the delete key, saying:

"Check this one out. Delete of respond? Your call."

The email read: "I'm a freshman, 18 and have been curious for about a year, but never acted on it. I can't believe I'm typing this. I play rugby, am in good shape and get with lots of girls. Not a douche, nice guy. Tell me more."

I liked the fact he wasn't identifying himself as gay or bi. He might be telling the truth about his status. If I was even going to consider this, diseases were a big concern, even for a blowjob. I surprised myself by telling Matt to email him back:

"See if he'll send a photo. He could be some troll professor, or a mass murderer for all we know."

Matt started typing furiously: 

"We're sophs, 19, same situation, never done anything gay. We were checking out craigslist to see if there were any non-weirdos out there who just wanted to give head. We sent our photo, so you know what we look like. Send us one and we'll trash it after we look. We're nice guys, not looking for anything but a little fun. How about a beer with us, no expectations?"

Within a minute or two, the prospective sucker replied with a photo. He was a nice looking guy with a young, smooth face, curly dark hair and a crooked smile. He was wearing rugby shorts and a tight t-shirt. This dude was plenty attractive, well built and could get some serious pussy if he liked. He looked 18, as advertised, if not a little younger. 

Matt raised an eyebrow and looked at me: "Are we gonna do this?"

Without thinking, I said, "Why the fuck not?" Matt quickly closed the deal and had this dude biking over to my apartment. He didn't live far away, in some dorm. It all happened so fast, I couldn't pinpoint when I went from "hell no" to "why not," but that's how things always seemed to go down when Matt and I were together.

In less than 15 minutes, the dude knocked on the door. Matt let him in, smiling his winning smile. His name was Cody and he looked scared shitless, almost trembling. But after a hearty handshake from both of and a cold beer in his hand, he seemed to relax, just a little. We all sat down on the big oversized couch I got from a garage sale. Matt lit that damn pipe again. 

"Let's get high and shoot the shit a little, get to know each other," Matt offered in his disarming manner. 

Cody seemed relieved that we were going slow. He took a big hit off the pipe and downed his beer pretty fast. Matt quickly produced a replacement. Cody told us where he was from and that he hadn't met too many people outside of his rugby team. He didn't have a fake ID and couldn't go to bars, so he felt a little left out of the campus social scene. We talked until he really relaxed, then Matt put some porn on the laptop that was sitting facing us on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Hey, look at this, guys, this was my go-to jack-off site all summer. I always ended up here when I needed to get a quick nut and go to sleep so I could wake up at 6 for that fucking job."

Matt was the only guy I knew who could so casually talk about jerking off.

The three of us, all plenty high, stared at the screen as some really high quality porn came on. It was obvious Matt had become a paid subscriber on this site because the film was high-def and what we were watching looked full-length, not some 3-minute teaser. 

As a pretty little Latina bent over and eagerly swallowed a good looking young white guy's cock, his buddy walked up and started fingering her from behind. He was warming her up while she sucked his buddy, then he started rubbing his big cock up and down her slit. In short order, they were stuffing her full of cock from both ends, to her apparent delight. My own dick had started to make a big tent in my shorts as I watched the two-on-one action develop. I glanced over and noticed Matt and Cody were in a similar state. 

Matt, always the leader, slowly stood up and casually dropped his shorts and boxers, his 7 inch cut cock springing out as he whipped his boxers off. I had seen his dick hard before, when we fucked those girls together last May, but he looked even bigger than I had remembered. Cody's eyes were glued to Matt's cock. Matt gave him the head nod to go ahead, then Cody tentatively reached out with his right hand to touch it. 

"I've, I've never done this before," Cody stammered, his young, smooth face flushed red. He slowly felt and held Matt's big tool.

Matt sat down close to him, spreading his legs to give Cody good access. Cody continued to play with Matt's hard-on, slowly jacking him up and down while staring at it intently. 

I was incredibly turned on by what I was watching and realized I had been watching the scene of Cody's first time touching another guy's dick, not the porn flick that was playing on the laptop. I started rubbing my dick through my shorts. I soon decided I was going to get left out if I didn't take the plunge and pull it out.

I edged over closer to Cody, so that my body was up against his left side; Matt was close up against his right. Then I released my straining hard-on from my shorts and slid them off. I took Cody's left hand and gently guided it to my dick. He willingly grasped it and started jacking me while he stared at Matt's cock, working it in his right hand.

Cody then slowly lowered his head down toward Matt's cock, then hesitated before he moved any further.

"You've come this far, buddy, and you've got a nice big cock in each hand, so go ahead. It doesn't bite." Matt softly coached Cody to do what he had come over here to do.

Cody licked at the tip of Matt's cock, then tasted the head, and then slowly sucked the head of Matt's big dick into his mouth. He let out a sigh, sort of an "Uhmmm," like it tasted good. Meanwhile, his left hand steadily, if a bit awkwardly, went up and down on my rock hard dick.

As Cody explored Matt's big dick with his mouth and tongue, Matt pulled off his T-shirt and stretched his hands back behind his neck. My reaction to seeing his wispy blond underarm hair caught me by surprise because I thought it was sexy. I was thinking how hot he looked, sitting there getting serviced by the young freshman who had answered his ad less than an hour ago. 

Cody was beginning to get the hang of sucking cock, licking it on the sides, nibbling under the head and taking more and more of Matt down until the 7 inches almost disappeared on each plunge.

I watched in stoned wonder as Matt's wet dick disappeared in and out of Cody's mouth. The sucking went on several minutes before Matt gently directed Cody off his cock and over toward mine. Cody looked at me briefly then in one move engulfed my now leaking cock in his mouth. I am a little thicker than Matt and maybe an inch shorter at 6 inches. Cody's mouth stretched a bit to accommodate my greater girth and he was soon giving me pretty damn good head. I felt the tip of my dick bottom out against the back of his mouth. It felt so good. 

I took off my shirt too and now was naked on the couch. Cody gave me slow, wet head, just like I like it, only better than any of the girls I had been with, none of whom were anywhere near this into it.

"Yeah, Cody, suck that fat cock, that's right. You're a natural dude," Matt was watching my blowjob while his hips gently rose and fell, slow-fucking Cody's right hand as Cody sucked my tool. 

When Matt spoke, Cody said "uhmm, hmmm," and took me even deeper. I was amazed at how good it felt. It was so fucking erotic: my best bud and me were sitting on the couch, naked, getting switch sucked by a dude. I was so fucking high, I guess it just didn't faze me that it was gay as shit. 

Matt was swigging his beer, telling Cody what a good job he was doing sucking my cock. Then it occurred to me I had been in Cody's mouth for a lot longer than Matt had been. I felt selfish.

"That's awesome dude, but let Matt have a little more now OK?"

"Oh, sorry," Cody mumbled. "I am kind of in a trance here and can't believe what I'm doing, but I, I like it..."

With that, he plunged back down on Matt's dick, this time taking his 7 inches all the way to the balls.

"Holy shit, that feels so good," Matt whispered. 

I was glad I took a break when I did because the blowjob and now the renewed handjob were making me feel like I could lose it too fast unless I slowed things down a little. Watching the live porn show was incredibly hot, but it was the sheer excitement of the taboo nature of what we were doing made me get closer to cumming than I wanted. I decided to get up and get another beer, gently taking Cody's insistent hand off my cock. I watched with amusement as my hard-on bounced heavily in front of me on the way to the fridge. 

When I got back, I walked right up to the couch and stood beside Matt, watching his big tool getting devoured by the eager sucker. Matt smoothly guided Cody's head over to my cock. Cody gulped me down hungrily, burying his nose in my pubic hair as he took my cock all the way in before he pulled it almost all the way out and wetly sucked me in once more. Matt and I looked at each other in "what the fuck" wonder, smiling those big shit-eating stoner grins.

Cody was hungrily and sloppily sucking my cock, then switching over to Matt's. This kid was really, really getting into it. I sat down on the coffee table, close to where Matt was on the couch, giving Cody the access where he could quickly switch back and forth between us. 

I directed Cody to fondle my balls when he was sucking and he quickly got the idea, working our balls his hand whenever he was sucking. 

After a few more minutes, Matt was starting to really move his hips in a fucking motion, letting me know he was getting closer. Matt looked at me for the go-ahead, and I winked at him. When Cody started to switch back to sucking me, I guided him right back to Matt's straining cock and said,

"Dude, I think my buddy's getting close, so just concentrate on him for now, OK?"

"Uhm, hmmm." Cody mumbled, his mouth full of cock. I wondered what he would do when Matt started to cum, but from all signs so far, it didn't look like he was going to pull away. He slurped and sucked even more hungrily the more Matt moaned. It was obvious that Matt was building up toward a big finale.


College Sophomores Seek Relief 01



"Oh fuck yeah, that feels soooooo good... fuck yeah, suck it, suck it...." Matt was urging Cody on while his orgasm built. 

I watched with fascination, never having witnessed another dude's build up like this, much less a guy sucking a guy. When we fucked girls together a couple of times, I was always more focused on what I was doing and on my nut. Now, I was intently focused on Matt's cock getting sucked, even though Cody's handjob motions on my dick were getting me closer too.

As Matt pumped his hips up, Cody engulfed him eagerly and the two of them got in a rhythm that was as close to fucking as any blowjob could be. As Matt exclaimed louder and louder with his "oh yeahs" and "Oh, fucks," Cody was urging him on. Cody steadily met Matt's thrusts with "uhmms," as if the hard cock pistoning in and out of his mouth was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Oh fuck, ...oh shit,.... oh, oh, oh. uh, ......fuuuuucccccckkkk, I'm cuuummmiiiinng..." Matt didn't hold back, with either words -- or his big load.

Cody blinked hard as the first big surge of Matt's load blasted against the back of his mouth, but he held his head on Matt's dick and swallowed as fast as he could, taking Matt's initial volleys of cum. 

As Matt exploded in a loud orgasm, Cody continued to gulp and say "Uhmmmmm." I saw a little bit of cum seep out of the side of Cody's busy mouth. The sight of Matt's cum leaking out of Cody's hungry mouth started to put me over the ledge too. I stilled Cody's hand on my pulsing meat. 

When Cody finally pulled off Matt's cock and kissed the tip, I grabbed his head and practically shoved it down on my cock. Cody eagerly switched gears, taking me all the way down and then slurping wetly up and down on my meat, faster and faster. I was already on the brink.

"Oh shit, here's another one... oh fuck, fuck, fuck... get ready..." I grunted and could not hold back any more before I flooded Cody's mouth with surges and shots of cum. It felt amazing and Cody worked hard to gulp down my load too. I pumped his mouth without any restraint and held his head in both hands as I filled his mouth. I later realized I was a little rougher on him than Matt had been. 

Matt was now watching me, watching the hungry cocksucker that Cody had become and just shaking his head in disbelief. Cody milked every drop out of me, licking the head and shaft, then squeezing my cock from the base up to extract another big drop of cream, before returning to ever so gently lick Matt's shrinking cock once more.

Cody licked and sucked us both like he didn't want it to end. When we finally had no more to give, Matt got Cody a well-deserved beer and we all sat there, laughing and talking about how this needed to be the start of a beautiful but very private arrangement.



College Sophomores Seek Relief 02



Cody gave us his cell number and told us to text him when we wanted to get together again. I couldn't stop thinking about it and found myself looking at Cody's number in my phone contacts several times a day. I thought about having an on-call cocksucker to relieve stress anytime I wanted. I was both repelled and excited by the possibilities, but my stiffening cock didn't lie; I was mostly excited. 

I was home alone after a long day of classes and had downed my third beer when I decided to text Cody. He responded almost instantly. I told him to come by my place if he had time and before I knew it, there was a knock on my door. I let him in, locked my door and walked over to the couch where Cody had blown Matt and me last weekend. 

Without saying a word, Cody dropped to his knees and started rubbing my crotch. He unsnapped the button on my shorts and pulled out my hardening tool. I wriggled my shorts off and quickly took off my T-shirt, leaving me naked except for my socks. Cody said he'd been dreaming about doing this again, then he slowly engulfed about 4 inches of my now straining hard-on. 

The kid really took him time, licking up and down my shaft, nibbling the sensitive spot just under the head and kneading my hairy balls while he worshiped my tool. When a big clear drop of pre-cum bubbled up from my slit, he touched it with the tip of his tongue and then drew it into his mouth with an approving "uhmmm."

As he bobbed up and down on my cock, I closed my eyes for a moment and just reveled in the warm wet pleasure I was getting. This was so different from blowjobs girls had given me. Unlike the ladies, Cody absolutely loved what he was doing. His eagerness and hunger for sucking my cock were genuine; he wasn't doing it as a prelude to something else or out of a sense of obligation like most of the girls I had been with.

"That feels incredible, dude."

"Uhhmm mmm, I fucking love doing this," he whispered in between long, wet plunges.

"I don't want to say anything that bums you out, you know, but how did you like it when Matt was saying shit like 'suck that cock'?"

Cody stopped sucking for a minute to respond: 

"It was a weird turn-on. I can't explain it. I don't feel like this is degrading or anything. I just like it and hearing your buddy talk dirty just made it better," Cody returned to determined slurping.

"Then suck that cock, yeah, dude, bury it in your mouth. Work for that reward."

Cody went to work even harder and it felt amazing. I told him I was going to flood his mouth with my cum and that he needed my cum in his mouth. Cody agreed and sucked with enthusiasm. I guided him to what felt best, instructed him on how to massage my balls just right and praised his progress as a cocksucker. 

"I want to feel your cum shooting in my mouth," Cody looked up at me before returning to his work.

After another ten minutes or so of his worship, I started gently fucking his face, which looked so young and so hot stuffed full of my cock. As my hips rose to meet his sucks, Cody moaned and urged me on, his thirst for my load unmistakable. As my orgasm built, I concentrated on making it the best nut possible, at one point holding his head in both hands while stuffing my thick cock in and out of his mouth. Cody was so eager, so hungry and so willing.

I was breathing heavier and heavier. Cody was moaning while he worked on my cock, which he was now expertly taking all the way down to my balls.

"Oh fuck yeah, I'm going to fill that pretty mouth of yours with a huge load... I'm going to give you what you need, dude... Oh fuck, I'm about to bust, ohhhhhhh..." I thrust my hips up and the first shot of cum surged out of my cock, deep into Cody's hot mouth.

My first blast made Cody's head jerk a little but even if he had wanted to pull off my cock, he wouldn't have been able to because my hands were holding his head firmly in place. Far from trying to escape, Cody was moaning in pleasure as he eagerly swallowed my load. I came for what seemed like minutes as Cody gulped, sucked, swallowed and then licked. His intensity as he stared at my cock and carefully cleaned every inch with his mouth and tongue struck me as the very definition of lust.

After I came down from my orgasm and my breathing began to turn to normal, I realized Cody still had all his clothes on had never so much as rubbed his own crotch while he worked so attentively on mine. When he sat up on the couch beside my naked body, I did notice an obvious hard-on tenting his khaki shorts. 

"That was fucking amazing, dude. Looks like you've got a boner that needs release yourself."

"I started to get hard as soon as you texted me, Scott. But with you being a straight dude and all, I figured you wouldn't want me playing with my dick."

"Well, I didn't have a problem with Matt's big hard-on waving around the other day when you were working on us both, so I sure don't mind of you jerk off while blowing me. I hate to see a man in pain."

"Cool, cool, I just didn't want to do anything to spoil this. I want to suck that cock until you get tired of me."

That was good news indeed. I had decided I was a fool to have waited several days to text Cody. I envisioned him sucking my cock just about every day. I thought how cool it would be to get a blowjob on the way out the door to fuck some girl, knowing I could last a lot longer fucking if I had just gotten off.

Intrigued with how Cody came to the conclusion he wanted to suck dicks, I grabbed us a couple of beers and started asking Cody questions about his curiosity and the big step he took in answering our craigslist post a few days earlier. He talked about how he had girlfriends since he was about 14 and that he liked sex with girls, but that he realized he found some guys attractive too.

"I have always played sports and our high school was built in the 1970s, so we had the old style gang shower rooms," Cody explained while sipping his beer.

"And in tenth grade, there was this guy on my team who I always found myself staring at in the showers and locker room. It wasn't so much his dick as it was the whole package. My family's dark haired and this guy was the opposite -- kind of a dirty blond, surfer type, with a great face and nice lean body. I realized I was always staring at him naked, before I had any conscious sexual thoughts about him."

"Did you ever do anything about it?"

"Fuck no! I was scared shitless of being called a fag and I wasn't even sure what I was feeling. I was about 15 and confused about why I was attracted to a dude."

"So what happened from that moment of realization to your getting up the courage to come over here last weekend?"

"At first, I tried to suppress whatever thoughts those were. I had never even looked at gay porn before. All my jerkoff material was completely hetero stuff. I got my driver's license at 16 and started taking girls out. I wanted to get some sexual experience. This girl I knew who is a year older started flirting with me. She wasn't the hottest girl I had taken out, but not bad either. So I started to hang out with he and she took the lead. 

She was so eager to get into my pants and we started fucking like every day after school. Her mother never got home till about 6:30, and we had her house to ourselves. She taught me how to fuck and how to make sure a girl got off. I really got into it and pretty much forgot about that guy I used to stare at in the showers. I decided it was just an adolescent episode of confusion and that by getting laid, I was getting things figured out."

"So what happened?"

"Well, I was only with her about three months until I got bored and wanted other girls. I started getting with girls my age and word got around that I knew how to get a girl off really well. I got a lot of pussy when I was 16 and 17. For a while, that satisfied me and I didn't think about guys that way at all."

"Then senior year, I joined this rugby club and had another one of those shower room infatuations. I knew girls who messed around with other girls, like no big deal, right? And I started to question why I had to limit myself to just girls and whether sexual preference was as black and white as 'straight or gay' anyway. I started reading up on it on the internet and discovered the Kinsey study. Suddenly it all made sense; there's a continuum of sexual preference and not that many people are really all the way homo or heterosexual."

"Really? I haven't read much about human sexuality and guess I always accepted the black-and-white version."

"Well, read up on it. A lot of it is societal pressures and religious guilt stopping people from admitting what they really want. It obviously wasn't that way in Ancient Greece or Rome, for example."

Cody was giving me food for thought here and my mind flashed back to my surprise at myself when Matt took off his shirt the other day and put his hands behind his neck while he was getting his cock serviced. I had noticed his wispy underarm hair, his muscled body and thought he looked sexy. 

"So anyway," Cody cintinued, "I was getting laid pretty regularly and was still catching myself noticing a good looking dude in the locker room, so I started experimenting a little with some bi porn. I searched for guys who looked a little like the guys who had caught my attention: young blond dudes with lean bodies. I found a porn video on xvids that had these two guys banging this one little gymnast type girl. One of the guys was a young blond guy; the other was darker like me. They were all three good looking, but I found myself really turned on watching this girl suck the blond dude's cock. Then the other guy started sucking his cock too. It was his cock I was staring at, beating my meat."

"Wow, that's pretty self-aware. I never thought about using porn to explore what turned me on more."

"Well, I needed answers. I was flipping out with these 'am I gay' thoughts. I was really relieved to start seeing that I was somewhere closer to the middle of that sexual preference continuum, not a pure gay guy. I still like girls, figure I'll get married some day and have kids, and I don't think I would want to be a part of any gay scene. But I like variety too. I really got off sucking your cock, and your buddy's too."

We had been talking about 20 minutes, with me naked on the couch and Cody fully clothed. My dick was starting to stir a little as I thought about what we were discussing. I also flashed back to that crazy scene last weekend with this freshman sucking both Matt and me. Maybe it was thinking about Matt naked that was getting me turned on? I had to admit that I was also plenty turned on by the thought of Cody's young face stuffed full of cock, mine and Matt's. 

I wanted another blowjob but was feeling guilty about Cody's predicament.

"Dude, take off those shorts where you can get at your dick, then how about going another round?"

Cody stood up, shucked his pants and then pulled off his shirt before diving back down on my now half-hard dick. This kid had a beautiful body. He had an almost hairless chest. Black hair matching his head was under his arms and forming a faint happy trail from his navel to his pubic patch. 

I surrendered to the pleasure of his wet willing mouth as he inhaled my cock once more. I closed my eyes while he worked, thinking about Cody's path to self-understanding and wondering where my own journey would lead me. I didn't want to suck cock, I didn't think, and wasn't tempted to touch Cody's, but I suddenly realized I really wanted to watch him jerk off as he sucked me.

"Cody, you're hard as a rock, dude. Don't you want to get off too?"

Without saying a word, Cody moved his left hand down to start jacking his own cock to the same rhythm he was sucking mine. I watched in fascination, incredibly turned on at the thought that sucking my cock made Cody so hard and that we were both getting so much pleasure from my blowjob. 

The continuum was a new concept to me, and I thought about all the things guys could do with each other. I wondered if I would be interested in trying anything other than just getting my cock serviced like it was being sucked right now. Cody's cock was cut, nicely proportioned and decent sized. Would I want a cock in my mouth? Should I try it out on the old "you only live once" theory? Then I looked down at Cody's butt as he was almost in a doggy style position on the floor between my legs. I had to admit to myself he had a nice butt. Getting blown was just one of several possibilities here... 



College Sophomores Seek Relief 03



About a week after my second session with Cody, Matt and I were at a lame party with only four or five girls and a whole house full of guys. Matt pumped the almost-empty keg while I tried to fill our cups one last time. Nobody was within earshot and Matt leaned over, saying "This party blows, man; and speaking of blowjobs, what do you say we go back to your place and get that kid to come over?"

There was no mistaking what kid he meant. "I'm game," I responded, glad Matt was thinking what I had been thinking half the night. 

Yeah, I thought to myself, I'm a fucking perv, but at least I have a buddy who is too. It makes me feel less like a freak somehow. I texted Cody and waited for his response. When we got back to my place, Matt lit the bong and we smoked out. I grabbed us a couple of fresh cold ones. 

After a few minutes, I said: "Strange that Cody hadn't responded yet. I'll ping him again." I did and still there was no response. I even tried calling but it went to a generic voice mail message. 

Meanwhile, Matt was checking out porn videos on my laptop, looking for the right "inspiration" as he called it. I settled in beside him to see what he was watching and was surprised to see he had moved from strait porn to bisexual scenes. "You going homo on me, buddy? What is that shit?"

Matt, who I had never seen embarrassed at anything in all the years I had known him, was undeterred by my question. "I figured I'd watch some dudes giving dudes head since that's what we were about to get. Look at that guy go." Some good looking college kid in a baseball cap was sucking a nice sized but hardly porn-flick-sized cock.

More than a little high, I stared at the porn a few minutes. The video was shot in a college dorm and it was made to look like amateur frat dudes, or maybe it wasn't all that staged. They sure looked like real college guys and the dorm room, strewn with beer bottles, looked the part. There were two non-college looking chicks (stripper types, I thought) who were topless in the dorm room too and they were egging on a group of four frat guys to do things with each other if they wanted any pussy. The guys were doing as they were told, at first tentatively then enthusiastically sucking their buddies' cocks. 

I started to bone up a little and looked down at my phone in hopes Cody would see my texts and respond. No such luck. Matt had a hard-on too and was rubbing it through his shorts while he drank another beer and stared at what had turned into gay porn. 

"Shit," Matt said under his breath, "if that guy doesn't show up, you're gonna have to get me off, dude."

I had been thinking about being on Cody's side of a blowjob and now Matt, jokingly or not, was suggesting the same thing. I had no idea what to say, or if to say anything at all. Instead, I took another bong hit and took another long pull off my beer. My mind was racing with the pros and cons, the "do I want to do this" and "what the fuck am I thinking" thoughts. Jeez, I was high. 

"Seriously, dude, I'm so fucking horny right now." Matt was openly rubbing his cock now, staring straight at the screen. I was starting to think about how to get past the awkwardness of telling Matt I would indeed like to get him off, in case I decided that's what I wanted to do. 

Did I want to do that? It seemed like one of those never-go-back kind of decisions for some reason and I was scared of what might happen if I did. I wished I was more like Matt and just did, and said, what I wanted. I was so fucking insecure at times. 

Matt, never looking at me, soon pulled his shorts down below his balls and started slowly jacking his thick cut tool. He was staring at the computer screen but after a few seconds, I realized I was staring at his cock. It looked so suckable and with all the cocksucking going on in the video, all I could think about was how to cross a line I had never thought I would cross. 

I didn't decide to do it; it was far less rational than that. Without saying a word, I just leaned over and took Matt's cock in my watering mouth. I closed my eyes, tried to block out the thoughts that said this was crazy and started bobbing up and down on that beautiful slab of dick. 

Matt said nothing, but let out a soft moan of approval. I got maybe three inches down on the second plunge, then tried to take a little more each time. The spongy mushroom head felt so perfect in my mouth. Below it, the rock-hard shaft was slick against my lips and tongue. I worked my way down to Matt's fluffy blond pubes, almost getting the whole thing in my mouth after six or eight tries.

"Fuck, dude," Matt finally spoke, almost in a whisper. "You been holding out on me buddy; that's some damn fine head."

"Thanks, I think. I can't fucking believe I'm doing this, that we're doing this..." I said, taking his dick out of my mouth to be able to speak, "but I better not think about it any more or I might stop."

"Well we don't want that," Matt said as he gently guided his glistening rod back into my mouth. It felt so right, like it belonged there. I decided I had been missing out by now filling my mouth with this perfect cock sooner. 

Matt pulled his shirt off and was sitting naked on my couch, wearing only some ankle socks. His hard body turned me on even more as I worked at delivering the best wet, sloppy head I possibly could. I held his golden nut sack in my left hand, plunging down to the balls with more confidence as I got used to almost chocking but fighting back the reflex. 

I loved the feeling of Matt's big cockhead rubbing against the back of my mouth when I took him in all the way. Matt was moaning softly with approval, then he put his hands behind his neck, just like he did when Cody was sucking him off. Damn, he was a good looking kid. I wanted to run my hands over every inch of his awesome body. 

As I worked Matt's furry balls with my hand and inhaled his gorgeous dick, he started to move his hips a little. I worked his cock in to the side of my mouth making my cheeks bulge where the cockhead pushed, then withdrew it to nibble gently below the head, right on the sweet spot underneath before plunging back down to the balls again and again. 

Matt started raising his butt up to meet my plunges, slowly fucking my face but never so hard that I choked. His precum started to flow freely. I was at first intrigued by the salty almost metallic taste, which strangely I decided I really liked. 

Emboldened, I took his dick out of my mouth for a second and squeezed up a big clear drop of precum, which bubbled up from his slit. With Matt staring intently at what I was doing, I touched my tongue to the drop and drew it into my mouth, saying "uhhhmmmm," conveying unmistakably that it tasted good to me. Matt reacted by gently pushing my head down on his cock and saying "fuck yeah!"

I remembered how Matt had talked dirty to Cody, which Cody liked, telling him to "suck that cock" and stuff like that, but Matt didn't try any of that talk with me. He just stared at what I was doing, intently. He moved his hips in such a way as to meet my motions with deliberate thrusts. He pressed his lips together tightly, looking determined as he fucked my face. 

"Play with my cock, you selfish bastard," I managed to get out between warm wet slurps on Matt's big tool. Matt laughed and dutifully reached over and started rubbing my dick with his left hand, then fumbled to free it from my shorts. I helped him by shucking them off in a quick swoosh. My hard-on sprang up and slapped against my stomach with an audible smack. I was almost painfully hard, like when I would wake up with a boner pinned under my body. 

Matt was giving me a handjob of sorts, while continuing to fuck my face. He managed to jerk me with the exact rhythm of my plunges on his straining cock, which felt damn good. 

So how's it feel to play with a hard cock that's not your own?" I asked between sucks.

"Interesting," he allowed, raising an eyebrow and smiling. "But not near as interesting as feeling my dick in your mouth, dude. Now shut up and suck." It was a good-natured instruction, far from an order. 

I was really getting into sucking this thick cock and eager to do as Matt asked. For his part, Matt was still jerking me off. As my precum leaked out, Matt took his index finger and rubbed the precum it all over the head of my cock, making it slick and making the handjob more enjoyable. I got a glimpse of something he must do to his own tool when he is jerking off. This excited me even more. 

As Matt played with the precum leaking out of my piss slit, I took his beautiful tool out of my mouth and watched for a second before saying: "Well get real familiar with that thing, because you're going to be returning the favor soon enough," Intent on keeping things roughly equal here, I let Matt know this was no one way street, between lustful slurps. 

With that remark, Matt started moving his hips faster and I struggled to keep up as he started building to a climax. I didn't want to think about him shooting gobs of hot cum out of that cannon, and decided to just see how I felt at the moment of truth. 

"Oh, fuck, that's so good," Matt said in a low voice and we got into this perfect rhythm of sucking and mouth-fucking that was gaining intensity with every passing second. When Matt started breathing heavier and heavier, I saw his balls pull up closer to his body and knew the cum-cannon was about to shoot any second now. 

I still didn't know what I wanted to do with his load, but I didn't pull away. I just focused on getting my buddy off. I was so turned on sucking his dick that I felt like I might shoot my own load in Matt's hand, which was still intermittently working my hard-on. 

Fortunately, I didn't waste a load on a dry, mediocre handjob. As Matt edged closer to eruption, he stopped jerking me and with an "Oh shiiiiitttt," threw both hands back behind his head and pumped my mouth, fucking his way to the finish line.

Matt was huffing and puffing, his hips in full fucking mode as I met each thrust with eager sucking. He gave me plenty of warning: "Oh shit, here it comes dude, I'm about to bust, here it comes, oh fuuuucccckk..." 

I felt the first surge of cum shoot out and hit the back of my mouth. It was incredibly exciting and fascinating, to be the cause of his cock firing out a surge of hot-white jizz and to feel it shoot with my lips, mouth and tongue. Instead of pulling off, I let him keep shooting jizz in my mouth. I tasted it, but did not swallow. Different from the precum in both consistency and flavor, I couldn't decide if I liked it or not. But I didn't recoil. An acquired taste, maybe, I thought.

What I was sure of was that I loved feeling the squirts of his creamy load hit my tongue. I was excited by having a cock, this perfect cock, cum in my willing mouth. For some reason that I did not question, I didn't want to eat any of the cum, so I let it all just flow out of my mouth and slide down his shaft. His cum pooled in his blond pubes, visible evidence of Matt's shuddering orgasm. 

I held his cockhead in my mouth until the surges of cum subsided and Matt's heaving chest returned to more normal breathing. I then slowly removed his still huge tool from my mouth and shook my head. 

For a long time, neither of us said anything and not wanting it to be awkward, I opened what would be at least some discussion of the step we had taken:

"Fuck, dude, that was an amazing experience, every part of it, but especially feeling your jizz shoot out of your cock and hit my mouth and tongue." I was stunned at what I had done, even more surprised that I liked it, and it felt incredibly liberating to describe it to my best friend, whose cock I had just eagerly and apparently suitably sucked. 

I needed to talk about it and Matt was more than glad to tell his side of the story, asking me lots of questions as he got ready for sucking his first cock too. The insecure guy I was, who didn't know how to make this happen about twenty minutes ago, had a surge of confidence. I kept thinking how fucking liberating it was to go with what I wanted to do on a visceral level without second-guessing and debating myself. It occurred to me that I had just had a real breakthrough. 

A newly confident me started to tell Matt exactly how I wanted my own blowjob to go down. My naked buddy just listened and smiled at my explicit instructions.



College Sophomores Seek Relief 04



When I answered Matt and Scott's Craigslist post two weeks ago, I was a conflicted but curious college freshman, trying to figure out where I fit on the sexual preference continuum. Had I not been buzzed, I'm sure I would have never answered that Craigslist ad, much less biked over to the apartment where the two horny straight guys were waiting. 

I was petrified when I knocked on the door, but from the second I took the plunge and took Matt's thick tool in my mouth, a sense of calm surrounded me and I knew I was where I needed to be. It felt so right. All doubt about my decision to go through with it evaporated well before Matt gently guided me off his delicious cock and toward Scott's longer and equally enticing tool. 

I took to sucking cock like a fish to water. Switching back and for the between two luscious dicks attached to two hot nineteen year old guys was an incredibly fortunate way for me to start out. 

I was both shocked and aroused by Matt's good natured instructions to me to "suck that cock." The rough urgency with which Scott forced my head down on his tool, before I had even finished swallowing Matt's copious, creamy load, brought me psychic pleasure on a level I could never have imagined until it happened. 

The next day and every day thereafter, I checked my cell phone obsessively, hoping they would contact me, growing increasingly desperate in my need for cock. When Scott finally texted me after class one afternoon the next week, I practically raced to his door, hungrily devouring his dick without even a second of hesitation. He may have needed to get off, but I had a deeper, more enduring hunger.

Losing my clothes was incredibly liberating, but not for the reason Scott thought. Scott couldn't begin to wrap his straight boy head around the submissive fulfillment I felt, the strong sense that I should be completely naked when I serviced straight cock. 

After my second time, my need to do it again became obsession. Scott and Matt liked to fuck girls and couldn't possibly be expected to fulfill my urgent need to suck cock all the time. Rather than live in a state of constant frustration, frantically checking my phone every few minutes for texts from one of them, I went back to where I found those two beautiful specimens, "Casual Encounters" on Craigslist. 

I read literally hundreds of posts, scrolling all the way back in time until I again saw Matt's clever ad that led me down this path. I scrolled past all manner of weirdness, from daddies seeking "sons," to old dudes, fatties, married dudes on the DL, even a few students who turned out to be fems. There was not a single post that even held a hope of leading me to what I wanted. 

I decided to post my own Craigslist ad, modifying a few phases I saw among the scores of posts I read.

"College freshman, 18, clean cut, athletic, masculine and sane. I am looking for similar guys (and only similar guys) who like good head. I like pussy and have been with lots of girls, but sometimes nothing is as satisfying as sucking a nice cock. I am uninhibited about this desire -- and will make you comfortable too. 

I am an easy-going, nice guy, not a douche. Attractive, fit, straight students who need to take the edge off, or who aren't getting the quality head they deserve, try thinking outside the box and give it a try. Email me and, if we're on the same page, I'll give you my number to text late night, or after class."

To make sure no one thought I was a liar about my age or body, I attached a photo of me shirtless in my high school rugby shorts, my face blacked out. I hit "post" around 5 PM on a Wednesday and anxiously waited. I set my cell to buzz twice with every new email. 

While waiting, I used a fresh Word document to type out my thoughts on my voyage of self-discovery. Just thinking silently always led me to doubts, conflicted feelings, even guilt and shame, negative sentiments I layered on top of the certainty that I was bi and loved to suck cock. By using the written word, I hoped to gain some clarity and, more importantly some peace. 

Before the first buzz on my phone, I had listed the reasons not to yield to my desires and on the other side of the page, the advantages to being open to where desire led me. Under each negative consideration, I listed its source, whether it was parental disapproval, homophobia among peers, or residual religious guilt from my Catholic school past. Under the column listing the reasons to embrace my desires, I also gave underlying reasons for what I had typed, such "it arouses me," it feels right, or even "it's self-defeating to deny my urges."

Looking at the negative side of the page, in print and right in front of me, it was easy to dismiss the considerations that had led to doubts and shame. I was too educated and open-minded to allow myself to succumb to cultural forces founded on ignorance, prejudice, fear and conformity. The positive considerations, in contrast, all were based on healthy sentiments and self-awareness. 

Well, that was a useful exercise, I thought as I felt my phone start to buzz. Closing the Word document that had given me some clarity, I clicked on my secret Yahoo email that I had quickly created for responding to Craigslist communications the night I read Matt's post. Emails were pouring in. 

My photo, showing my toned body, flat stomach and sturdy legs was both a blessing and a curse. Several old trolls begged to suck my cock; one even offered my money with the not-so-subtle adjective "Generou$." Yuck. I deleted all the gay-scene applicants, the old dudes, the ridiculous cock shots and waited for the needle in the haystack. After an hour, I decided to give it a rest and went out to grab a quick bite at a favorite food trailer nearby. 

I monitored email the rest of the evening, deciding that turning up another Matt or Scott on Craigslist was wishful thinking. Then it seized me. I was fishing in the wrong lake! I slightly reworded my post and re-posted it in the women-looking-for-men section of Casual Encounters. I decided to just add one phrase, right after the first one, so my new post opened like this:

"College freshman, 18, clean cut, athletic, masculine and sane. I am a dude, posting here because this is where I figured similar guys would be looking for head..."

I made myself a large rum and diet coke, with lime, then waited to see if my strategy had legs. By midnight, I was pretty deflated, not having received a single email from the new post. Aggravatingly, unwelcome inquiries from gay dudes double my age and more kept coming in from the first post. I had completely given up and had whacked off to bi blowjob porn by the time I got my first email based on the women-seek-men post. 

The message was blunt : 

"Taking a chance here. Straight, 21, no experience with dudes. Just back from the bars and horned up. Would have to get comfortable on any risks before considering what you propose."

I quickly emailed him back:

"I had the identical concerns when I first did anything with another guy, which was about 2 weeks ago. I'm clean, healthy and intend to stay that way. I have sucked off 2 guys, both clean straight frat guys who are 19. That's it. No risks to you. Honesty and integrity matter to me."

The next message asked me to switch to Yahoo chat, where we fleshed out what we wanted to know about each other. His name was Nick. He had a girlfriend at a college several hours away and he was so frustrated and desperate to get off that he had answered my post. His words conveyed intelligence; he was always very direct.

I needed to see a photo. He wanted reassurance on discretion and that I was not a nutcase. We swapped face pics and both liked what we saw. Nick was a nice looking red headed guy, a little like a younger Prince Harry in appearance. He had a ready smile and an athletic body. 

After seeing the photo, Nick then said he wanted to talk on the phone, before he agreed to anything.

After he said hello, he immediately started interrogating me:

"Don't take offense, but how can I trust you when you say you're new to this? How do I know that you are not a gay guy with so many sex partners that I would be at risk catching something and infecting my girlfriend, even from a blowjob?"

"That's reasonable, and I would have the same concerns," I answered. "When we meet, we can have a beer and you can judge me in person. I'm not lying to you, but have no way to prove that here."

"You sound legit. I apologize for being skeptical, but I read Craigslist from time to time and there are a lot of freaks."

I agreed wholeheartedly and for the first time, we laughed together. Nick was comforted that I sounded "normal" on the phone. I was pleased that his rather mechanical questions turned into a more relaxed, if still controlled, conversation. 

After a few minutes, he asked where I lived. We were walking distance away. I asked him to come have a beer with me and we'd see where things went after that. I made clear there would be no pressure and no hard feelings if all we did was have a beer and call it a night. Nick said he appreciated my approach and that he would walk on over.

When I opened the door, I saw the good looking guy in the photo he had sent me, but was surprised to see he was about six foot five. He looked much better than in the photo: tall, broad shoulders, curly red hair, a ruddy handsome face. Nick looked me in the eye, shook my hand firmly and walked in. I offered him a beer and we sat on opposite ends of my couch. 

"I realize my questioning of you was pretty rough. But I had to know those things."

"No worries," I replied. "I was in the same boat a couple of weeks ago. I had never done anything with a guy and I was literally trembling as I knocked on the dude's door. It all got better real fast."

"I'm OK now. I just needed to see you in person, see that you were not some freak or flamer. I appreciated your matter-of-fact post, and how you handled my questions, I like straightforward people."

"Me too," I replied. "Are you in engineering?"

"Mechanial, yes. How did you guess?"

"The linear logic and no-nonsense way you talk. Do you want to smoke a bowl?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm not a big pot smoker, but this seems like a good time for its relaxing properties."

We smoked very lightly and talked over a beer, getting comfortable with each other. Nick was a mechanical engineering student from Scranton, attending college on full financial aid. He was still a sophomore at age 21 because he had had gone to a community college at first and basically had to start over. 

His engineer's approach was evident in all he did and said. His girlfriend didn't like to suck dick and was completely disgusted by the thought of him cumming in her mouth. She was fun to fuck, he allowed, but I could tell he was bored. 

Amused by his clear-eyed practicality – he had needs and this was a logical way to solve the problem – I tried to mimic his reasoning.

"That's logical, Nick. I have needs to fill as well. I am not in the gay scene, I have sex with girls, but I feel a need to suck cock sometimes. It makes no sense for me to deny my urges as that would just make them worse. Finding someone with reciprocal needs would be ideal."

Nick laughed a little and seemed ready. I moved over next to him and started massaging his crotch through his tight, faded jeans, feeling the outline of his dick. Nick simply spread his legs and let me touch him, watching from a detached perspective. 

I undid the top button then the button fly of his Levi 501s, then slowly peeled them away from his body until his half-hard cock was revealed. Nick wore no underwear. 

Nick stood up and kicked off the jeans, returning to my couch bare assed and a little more erect. Seizing the moment, I engulfed his semi-hard cock in one swoop, taking him down to his balls. Nick let out a soft "holy shit," then pulled off his shirt. He placed his hands behind his neck, in position to watch me suck his cock. 

"You've got some skills at that," Nick said softly after a minute or so, looking down with a bemused smile as he watched me work. 

Nick's cock was a beautiful, circumcised specimen, rising out of his unshaved reddish pubic patch straight as an arrow. I guessed it was seven inches in length and had a defined ridge around the well-proportioned head. His dick was a bit fatter then the norm, but not freakishly so. As it grew, it completely filled my mouth in the best possible way. 

I slowly worked my magic, adjusting the technique to what seemed to please Nick most. I enjoyed swirling my tongue around the big head as I sucked him in and out, and he expressed particular approval when I managed to take him all the way down to where my lips were pressed against his pubic hairs. 

I kept it varied. Occasionally, I would come up for air, removing him entirely from my mouth and tonguing his rather tight balls. Nick moaned with pleasure as I bathed his balls and taint with my tongue, then gasped when I took his straining cock all the way back down in one suck. 

I bobbed up and down fast for more than a few seconds, until I tasted his delicious pre-cum start to flow from his tip. I again took him out of my mouth and teased the bubbling pre-cum with the tip of my tongue at his piss slit. Drawing some of the clear liquid up in a strand, I looked up at him before plunging back down and swallowing the nectar.

Nick, who had been a mostly silent but appreciative observer up to this point said:

"That was really a turn-on to watch you do that. I think the reason it is so exciting to me is that anytime my girlfriend has sucked me for just a few seconds to appease me, if she tastes even the slightest bit of pre-cum she stops, chokes and acts disgusted."

"Hard for me to understand her not liking it," I said between slurps. "I get even more obsessed with sucking a cock when I first taste that sweet stuff. It makes me proud of coaxing it out, and determined to go for the bigger prize at the end."

"After she acted such a fool about a little pre-cum one time, I stopped her and tasted it myself right in front of her, to show her how silly she was being. I told her it didn't taste bad, was sterile in any event, and that she was being a drama queen, because she was.."

"Bet that didn't help the situation!"

"No, she got out of bed and left the room, refusing to fuck. So I just jerked off and went to sleep."

Yep, he was plenty bored with this girl. I wondered why he didn't move on, but was glad her failings had led him to my door. I liked his cock, and I liked him. I wanted to make sure this wasn't a one-time encounter. 

I continued to suck Nick's fat tool with even more fervor once his pre-cum started flowing and our brief between-sucks conversation about his girl. He talked to me a little more while I did, telling me what felt amazing to him and asking me a few times to "keep doing exactly that." 

I was really getting off on his thick cock, feeling utterly fulfilled when it was fully stuffed in my mouth and pressing against the entrance to my throat. As I got into a steady rhythm of plunging him all the way down, then sucking harder on the upswing, then immediately plunging back to the balls, Nick stated meeting my sucks with small thrusts.

Within a few minutes, we were locked in the perfect thrusting sucking pattern of reciprocal motion, Nick's breathing growing more and more emphatic. He was watching me intently, conveying in unmistakable manner that the visual effects of watching his cock piston in and out of my eager mouth was enhancing the physical pleasure he was feeling. He lasted an awful long time for a first nut, which I was thankful for. I loved being his cocksucker.

As Nick built toward his orgasm, he started breathing loudly and then adding exclamations:

"Fuck that's so good, fuck, fuck, fuck... Oh yeah, I'm getting closer, closer, oh yeah, here it comes, dude, here it comes, of fffffuuuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk....!"

He buried his cock on the back of my mouth with a bigger thrust than before and unleashed a torrent of cum. I jerked back just a little at the force of his first blast, closing my eyes in indescribable pleasure at feeling his hot jizz fill my mouth. I swallowed for all I was worth, making audible gulping sounds and I strived to get every drop. 

I felt a little jizz seep out of the side of my mouth as I kept swallowing his creamy load. I looked up at him with his cock buried deep in my mouth, pulsing and spurting until the little jerks subsided.

Nick's eyes were wide with amazement and he stared intensely at me as I squeezed his cock up from the base and gulped down his last little oozes of jizz. He tasted so good that I didn't want to let his cock out of my mouth until I was sure I had captured and swallowed every drop. 

When Nick's chest stopped heaving quite as hard, he collapsed from his thrusting position, his engorged member still lolling about on my tongue. I cleaned him and gently nursed on the end of his thick tool until the last hint of his jizz was safely down my gullet. Nick then spoke in a quiet but deliberate way:

"I have always wanted to do this, something I saw in a porn video once and now that I have a chance to actually do it. I hope you're ok with it. Hold still a second."

Nick took his hands from behind his neck, where they had been for the whole blowjob, and with his right index and middle fingers together reached down, then scooped up the glob of jizz that had escaped from my lips, looked at it on his fingers, then fed the two sticky fingers into my mouth. His eyes were ablaze with lust as I hungrily sucked the precious offering off his fingers and said "Mmmmmmm, so fucking good."

"Damn," he whispered. "I always wanted to feed my cum to someone who was eager for it. I just never figured it would be dude. That was absolutely amazing. I have never had head that came within a mile of what you just did for me."

"I loved it too, man, and hope this won't be the last time."

"No, it won't. Maybe not tonight. I need to think a minute about how this changes everything."

Nick was a planner and I could see the wheels turning.



College Sophomores Seek Relief 05



In that brief hazy moment between being asleep and awake, when it's impossible to distinguish between what was dream and what was real, my mind was filled with vivid images of sucking. 

I saw his balls pulled tight up against his crotch, the auburn-red pubic hair then the base of his thick white stalk rising like a tower. I saw its well-defined head crowning it and my hungry mouth plunging over it, again and again, down to the base then back up. 

Cock. Cock. Beautiful, hard, delicious cock. All I could think about was that cock. 

Reaching for my lube of choice as I came out of that blissful fog, I squirted a generous amount of slippery aloe lotion on my palm and started working on my morning hard-on. As I slowly then more deliberately jacked myself, I relived the night before, savoring every minute of that wonderful first time with the twenty-one year old junior, Nick.

After I first sucked Nick's cock last night and swallowed that first big load, he and I sat on my couch, both completely naked, talking for fifteen minutes or so. He didn't want to smoke any more, saying he was still pleasantly buzzed from just a couple of small hits before we started. But he did want a cold beer while he recharged, which I quickly retrieved for him.

It was incredibly erotic, casually conversing with the guy who had just blown his load down my throat, waiting for his balls to produce more cum to feed me. 

It was crystal clear what we were doing; he said he just needed a few minutes to recharge before I sucked his cock again. There was no question I would do it, no pretense of asking me if I would like to. In less than an hour since I had first laid eyes on Nick, I had become his cocksucker. 

We didn't chit chat. Instead, Nick asked me more pointed questions, following up on the questions he posed to me first by email, then by chat and on the phone when he was quizzing me to make sure I was the clean, previously straight eighteen year old I claimed to be in my Craigslist post. 

At first, I thought he just wanted to talk about his first blowjob from a guy and find out more about how I looked at things from my end of the action. 

"So you have this need, and I have needs too," he started out. "If they match up right, we could help each other solve our problems. I get horny every day, sometimes several times a day. How often do you get the urge to suck a dick?"

"I don't think of it like a schedule, but at least right now, I think about it all the time.

"That's what it sounded like from what you told me." he said. "When is your first class?"

Then it dawned on me that Nick, ever the engineer, wanted to schedule taking care of his needs in a logical way. I told him my class schedule: nothing till 10 AM on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays; 9 am classes Tuesday and Thursday. I was finished every day by 4 PM; 3 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. 

Nick told me his schedule, a jumble of engineering and math courses with names like Hydromechanics and Multiscale System Design. He passed right by my apartment on his way to class and said he would knock on my door at 7:30 the next day. It was incredibly exciting to think about a regular arrangement.

As he drained the last drops of his beer, Nick got up to go to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door as he let loose a forceful stream of piss that I could hear clearly from the couch in my small one-bedroom apartment. I heard him wash his hands, then saw him walking back toward me, his flaccid member swinging as he walked. 

Rather than sit back down next to me, Nick walked right up to stand in front of me, then picked up his cock with his right hand and aimed it at my mouth.

"Here you go," he said as he put his dick up to my waiting lips. "I'm ready for another round now."

I eagerly took his soft cock all the way in my mouth, swallowing him down to the base with ease. As I rolled mt tongue around his shaft and bathed his tool with saliva, I felt him start to plump up. The maybe three soft inches I took down to the balls was nearly four after a couple of sucks, then became a semi-firm five and quickly stiffened to a rigid, glistening and fat seven inches after I worked on him for about thirty seconds. 

Nick had a look of detached observation on his face as he looked down at his dick going in and out of my mouth, stretching it wide. Rather than the goofy buzzed grins on the faces of Scott and Matt that first night I sucked a cock (two cocks, in fact), Nick had the look of someone intently studying a situation. 

He soon started lightly moving his hips, gently fucking my mouth, with an expression that conveyed "Hmm, let's see what this feels like." I knew how it felt from my end: insistent, fulfilling and very arousing. My own dick was hard as a rock once more, jutting up as I lavished this thick cock with my full oral attention. 

"Hold my balls," Nick instructed as he steadily pumped his cock in and out of my mouth from the standing position in front of me, his hands on his hips. 

I palmed them overhanded with my left hand, so my thumb was free to rub and press underneath them. Unlike the two sophomores who had filled my mouth that first time, Nick did not have a loose ball sac with swinging nuts; instead, his balls, though by no means small, hugged up closer to his body when his cock was hard, the mechanics of his erection pulling them up tighter than when he was soft.

Gently holding them like he asked, I rubbed my thumb underneath them, then ventured down to the space below, drawing a comment from the owner of the cock that was wetly pistoning in and out of my mouth.

"That's interesting. Keep doing that."

I sucked his thick tool hungrily, holding his balls firmly with my palm and four fingers, while massaging his perineum with the flat part of my thumb. As I pressed my thumb against his taint, Nick gave grunts of encouragement: "Uhm, mmm, yeah, oh fuck yeah!"

Nick met each suck with a gentle pump, filling my mouth completely with cock. I felt like this was my purpose in the world at that moment.

After maybe ten minutes of steadily but unhurriedly fucking my face with his hands behind his head and his eyes intently watching his cock going in and out of my mouth, Nick brought both hands down to lightly hold my head in place. The he shoved his cock in me as far as it would go.

"Just hold still a second," he instructed. "That looks really hot to have my cock stuffed all the way in your mouth. It's buried all the way in. None of the girls I've been with could, or would, do that."

I looked up at him and breathed through my nose, enjoying the exquisite feeling of being so completely filled with cock. Nick's thick meat didn't move in and out but pulsed a little as he held it there. 

Then he ground his pelvis into me a little, as if to see how far down my throat he could push his tool. My lips involuntarily gripped the wide base of his cock.

"Yeah! That feels really good. Keep doing that." 

With a determined look on his face, Nick ground into me a few more times as my lips mouthed the base of his stalk in a milking motion. After he got enough of that sensation, he resumed steadily fucking my face. 

Nick continued to hold my head as he pumped his meat in and out, sometimes pushing against my left cheek and then my right, watching as the head of his cock made my cheeks bulge out. I eagerly met his thrusts with gulps, lavishing attention on his cockhead with my tongue.

Without warning, Nick pulled his cock out of my mouth, walked through the open door to my bedroom and plopped down on the bed, his head propped up on two pillows, his legs spread wide.

"Come here," he flatly instructed. "I was tired of standing and think it will feel even better if I lie flat on my back."

I dutifully followed him the six or seven steps or so to my bed, my straining cock making a tent in my pants.

"Take off your clothes," Nick said. "I think you ought to be naked when you suck me off."

I did as he instructed. As I crawled between his thick athletic legs, Nick commented on my condition:

"Sucking my dick made you that hard, huh? That's interesting. No, don't lie on top of your cock where I can't see it. Why don't you jack off with your free hand?"

I positioned myself sideways where he could see my dick and slowly engulfed his towering pole. As Nick watched, I moved my right hand down to start jacking my own straining hard-on in keeping with the rhythm of my sucking. 

With my left hand, I again held his balls and continued to massage their underside and his taint. Nick resumed pumping his cock in my mouth, making steady but gentle fucking motions with his hips. 

When I buried him to the hilt, I again squeezed my lips around his base, sucking in harder as I went back up his pole. We establishing another steady rhythm. I was lost in the sublime pleasures of sucking and having my mouth fucked to meet each plunge. 

I started to taste his sweet pre-cum against my tongue. The slick salty flavor sent a tingling sensation through my body and led me to pump my own dick faster with my right hand. 

"Something changed," Nick observed. "What made you go at it harder?"

I pulled my lips off his engorged prize, staring at its tip, then I squeezed a big clear drop of pre-cum out of his slit and touched my tongue to it, drawing it like a string out where he could see it like I had earlier.

"Your pre-cum started to flow and it really turned me on," I said, licking my lips and swallowing. 

"I can't feel it when I start to produce it, so I wondered what made you start jacking off faster. It's incredibly hot that you like it. What does it taste like? Is it different from semen?"

This was a combination blowjob and lab experiment to Nick. His questions were highly erotic to me.

"No, it's not at all like cum, although both are salty," I answered. "It's clean, almost sweet and very sticky. Jizz is usually thicker, creamy and can have a flavor like the hot inside of a perfectly fried oyster. But pre-cum is just a clean, sweet and salty sensation."

"That time I tasted my own to show my girlfriend it wasn't disgusting, I didn't focus on what it tasted like. I was just trying to make her quit acting so ridiculous over a little sterile fluid that's a natural part of the male sexual response. Have you figured out why it turns you on?"

I slowly sucked his dick a few times in between questions and answers, my left hand still firmly holding his balls.

"Yeah, I think it's because it means what I'm doing is working, and it's a preview of the bigger prize that's going to shoot out of the same place when I finish the job I started, if that makes sense."

"Totally. It's because you are getting the right response, and that response confirms that you are doing it correctly."

Jeez, he stayed so in character, even while getting his rocks off.

Nick continued: "The preview part you mentioned is because you like achieving your goal of making the guy get off -- and you like tasting and swallowing the cum. If it was a preview of something you didn't like, then tasting the pre-cum would be negative, because it would signal something unpleasant coming next."

I dutifully sucked as he gave his analysis, enjoying tasting and swallowing more of his pre-cum even more as he broke down the motivations in a scientific way. Taking his tool out of my mouth to speak, I said:

"I never thought about it in that much detail, but you're exactly right. And if you think the guy's load is disgusting, then you'd be repulsed by the pre-cum too, even though there's nothing about it that's unpleasant. Your girlfriend is missing out on one of life's great pleasures, but then again, I never had a girl who truly liked it when I came in her mouth."

"No, me neither. I had a girl senior year of high school who would take it in her mouth without complaint, but then spit it out. Looking back, that was a lot better than what I am dealing with now. OK, let's get this second nut taken care of, and give you more of what you crave."

With that, Nick shoved his meat back in my mouth and started pumping it in and out. I eagerly met every thrust, trying to grip him for a split second with my lips when he was fully inserted. I massaged his balls a little more firmly, to his approval, and resumed my insistent thumb massage of his taint. 

I sucked and sucked as he pumped my face, our bodies again getting in perfect rhythm of needs being sensuously and deliciously met. Nick lightly bit his lower lip and he drove his cock into me, watching intently from his propped up position. 

He put his hands behind his neck as he drove into me with increasing purpose and determination. I loved seeing his wispy red underarm hair and thought for a second about licking it.

This load would take more time to coax out and I worked hard for what must have been another ten minutes or so. Nick was loving it, biting his lower lip, grinding and pumping faster and faster. 

I saw his eyes go back and forth from watching his fat cock pump in and out of my mouth to focusing on my right hand jacking my own straining member in rhythm with my sucking.

"I never saw another guy shoot his load before. It would be interesting to watch you do it."

Between sucking his thick tool and thinking about how hot it was that he would be watching me cum, I began getting closer and closer. The sensations in my mouth, on my tongue and in my cock all merged into one beautiful whole-body and mind pleasure. 

I drove myself toward a much-needed release as Nick's pumping of my face grew more and more insistent. We were both moaning and breathing hard as his fat cock pistoned faster and faster in and out of my eager, hungry mouth. 

As I felt my balls pull up and knew I was seconds away from shooting my load, I started muffled moans around the meat in my mouth, letting Nick know I was about to erupt so he could watch closely.

"Uhhhhmmmm, uhhhhmmm, uhhhhhmmmm!" My muffled, escalating sounds signaled the moment as I blasted a rope of cum out of my straining cock, then another, hitting Nick's leg twice as he pumped my face in a frenetic face fuck motion.

Seeing me erupt, Nick went over the edge too.

"Oh shit, of fuck, here it comes, get ready to take it....Mmmmmmmpphhhh!"

Nick lightly held my head in his hands as he fired a volley of jizz against the back of my mouth. I swallowed fast to make room for the next shot, barely getting some down before another surge of cum flowed into my mouth and coated my tongue. 

Nick then held my head more firmly while pulling almost all the way out, tilting my face up a little and said "Open."

Then he blasted a third shot, then another smaller but still substantial spurt right on my tongue. Nick then took his right hand and milked his cock to drip more cum in my mouth. I swallowed the creamy reward and opened back up to receive any more he had for me. He was panting hard, staring at his cock as it continued to ooze little drips of jizz right onto my waiting tongue. 

Nick shivered slightly once as the last drops fell onto my waiting tongue. I got it all; not a drop of his somewhat smaller second load escaped my mouth. I closed my eyes and swallowed, a sense of satisfaction embracing me as the last of his jizz slid down my throat. 

"That was fucking awesome," Nick said in a less serious tone than before. "I loved watching my cum shoot on a tongue and into a mouth of somebody who really wanted it."

"Yeah, it was incredibly hot for me too. I loved it when you held my head and shot those first two streams of jizz in my mouth. The force of it surprised me."

"What about when I said 'open,' and jerked off a little in your mouth? I don't want to do anything that you don't like, since this needs to be a reciprocal situation to work like I want it to."

"Dude, that was the hottest thing of all. The lustful fascination on your face as you milked your cock and dripped the jizz on my tongue was so fucking hot. I loved being the receptacle you were milking cum into. I can't explain it except to say it was deeply satisfying and met a need that I feel intensely."

"That's good. I need to think more about what need it met for me, not the need to get off of course, but why I liked watching myself shoot in your mouth, seeing my jizz on your tongue and watching you swallow it. It was ten times more pleasurable than the same orgasm would have been in the dark."

"Well, in all sex, it's fun to watch," I offered.

"True, but the reason it increased the pleasure for me has more to do with your wanting my cum, that you like feeling my cock shoot in your mouth and you like swallowing my load."

It apparently hadn't bothered him that I shot jizz on his leg. He stood there talking to me a few minutes before thinking to wipe it off. Then he calmly walked over to my dresser, his firm white butt looking so fine from my angle. I had a box of Kleenex there and he grabbed two tissues and calmly cleaned the globs of cum off his leg where it had hit him. I now had a question for him.

"I really needed to get off and was glad you said to get naked then to jack off. I wouldn't have done it otherwise, as I didn't want to turn you off. Sorry about hitting your leg; it just happened.

"No problem. It's just jizz, like I've seen a thousand times before all over my stomach and chest when I jerk off and blow my load. Occasionally, it will even hit me in the face. No big deal. I'm not grossed out by bodily fluids or functions."

"So it's cool with you if I jerk off when I feel the need while sucking you?"

"Sure. Sucking cock makes your dick hard, so why would I mind if you took care of it? It was interesting to watch you cum; like I said, I of course never saw a dude blow a load except in porn, where it doesn't look real half the time."

"What made you want to see it?"

"Natural curiosity. I of course know what it looks like when I shoot, which I like to watch myself do every time I jack off. But seeing you do it was interesting, just as seeing another guy's jack-off technique is interesting. You do it differently than I do."

"How?"

"You slide your hand over your whole dick, encompassing the head, then sliding it down the shaft. You hand is moving and you're getting off from the friction, like this."

Nick demonstrated by jacking his still engorged but drooping cock right at me in the manner he had described. 

"When I'm jerking off, which is what I usually do while watching porn on my laptop before going to sleep, I tend to grab the shaft and move the skin under the head, like this."

Nick demonstrated his jerk off technique, showing me how he moves the skin of his shaft up and down instead of using the friction motion I like. It reminded me of how uncut guys slide the loose skin over the heads of their dicks, though Nick was cut. As he showed me his jerk off method, a small clear bubble appeared from his piss slit. I subconsciously licked my lips.

"Come over here, Nick. I see something I want."

He walked up to the bed where I was now in a sitting position and I reached out, gently bringing that magnificent tool to my lips again. I tenderly licked off the drop of cum and then slowly nursed on the head of his cock a minute, swallowing the small amount of nectar he had brought out with a few strokes of his hand. I felt him stiffen a little.

"Damn," Nick exclaimed softly. "I am so fucking turned on by the fact that you like what comes out of my dick that I am going to have to delay going home a little more."

I took that big bone back down to the balls and Nick shoved it in even deeper. I had some more work to do tonight before I slept. 



College Sophomores Seek Relief 06



Right on cue, Nick lightly knocked on my door at seven thirty the morning after I had sucked him off for the first, second and third times.

"Cody?" he asked, opening the door crack.

"Nick, come on in," I answered groggily from my bed. "I woke up to take a leak at like 6:15 or so and unlocked the door because I had hoped you'd be coming over before class. I was back in a deep sleep when you knocked."

Nick closed the door behind him and I heard him turn the deadbolt. He walked into my open bedroom doo, taking his clothes off as he walked. I was naked, the way I always slept since leaving home for college. My morning wood was jutting up against the bedding as I lay on my back.

"Looks like you were thinking about sucking my dick," Nick said, pointing at the tent I was making as he shucked off his jeans. I was amused to see he was again traveling commando. 

His thick tool sprang out about half hard, hanging full between his athletic legs. He lifted it with his hand as he approached the bed and guided it into my mouth. 

I took his big dick in with a slurp, its plump thickness lolling on my tongue. I was glad he wasn't fully hard yet. I loved feeling him grow to his full, fat, filling hardness while in my mouth. 

As I bathed his delicious cock with my saliva and swirled my tongue around its head, I felt him swell to the full thrusting monster I had enjoyed so much just six hours before and dreamed of every hour since. 

Nick wanted to fuck my face from the standing position a while first. I had dreamed of waking up to his huge tool filling my mouth. I had worried that he would be too spent after last night, or maybe even would have pangs of guilt when he woke up sober. But Nick had planned this round and was not the kind of man who failed to follow through. 

I met his thrusts with eager sucks, twisting my head to be the best target for his lust. When he seemed to tire a bit of standing, I turned sideways and presented my waiting mouth from an angle where I was lying flat on my back across my bed with my head handing just off it, in a position I had seen in a porn video where the guy stuffed the throat of his willing receptacle from above his face. 

Nick smiled at my inventiveness and stroked his thick tool a couple of times before feeding it into me from above. His furry balls clung tight up against him, brushing my nose as he inserted his cock in my mouth at an angle I had not yet felt any dick yet, and one at which he had not felt my mouth. 

He slowly poked it in, allowing my tongue to lap at his head from this new position to us. Then he bent his knees slightly and tried to slide all the way in, causing me to fight hard against my gag reflex.

"That's an interesting angle," Nick said, staring intensely at his cock entering my mouth. "Can you take my cock into your throat?" He pulled out to let me answer.

"I think it takes practice. I'm game to try if you have a little time. If you need to get off fast and get to class, we can do it again later."

"No, I am good till 8:30 so let me try to slide it in real slow and you try to relax your throat."

With that, he slid it back in to where he felt resistance and I grasped his cock with my hand so I could try to control the force feeding. I concentrated on relaxing my throat and not gagging while slowly stuffing his meat past the back of my mouth. 

I had to slide forward a little more so he was aimed straight down my throat and not at an angle. I gagged a little but fought back the urge to pull him out. Little by little, I eased him into my eager throat. 

After taking way more than I thought I could, I pulled him out and came up for air.

"That looked really hot," Nick almost whispered. "Here, you control how much you take in. I won't shove or anything. See if you can get it all the way in your throat." Nick put his hands behind his neck and looked down as I inserted his cock back into my mouth.

I had taken him to the balls many times the night before, always pressing against my limits from the position of sitting or kneeling between his legs, but this was an entirely different matter. To bury his thick meat in me to his balls from this angle would require me to take him well into my throat. 

I wanted to fill myself with his meat and wanted to bring him new pleasure, so I slowly pushed him in as I fought the urge to gag with greater and greater success. Finally, I felt his cock fill my throat and his balls slide past my nose, the bridge of my nose splitting those fat cum-filled prizes until they nuzzled up against my upturned lower lip. 

I had him all the way in and the feeling was one of indescribable, if delicate, perfection. I swallowed over and over, working his head with my throat as Nick made a face that told me he had never felt anything like this before.

"That feels amazing," Nick spoke with awe and wonder in his eyes. "I am going to just hold it there, with your throat stuffed with cock for another minutes, then see if you can handle me fucking your face like that at little, OK?"

I gave a muffled hum of approval, swallowing and massaging his cockhead with my throat muscles as stared up at him. I felt so superbly stuffed, so exquisitely used in the best possible sense of that word, as only a deeply satisfied cocksucker could understand that term. 

Nick slowly started to withdraw from my throat until the head of his cock was at my lips, then he slowly pushed back in, our eyes meeting in a stare of pure lust. My eyes widened as he again invaded my throat and I felt it expand, with less urge to gag this time. We kept doing the old in-and-out as I got used to this welcome invader and accepted his thrusts with glee. As Nick built into a steady fucking motion, he took his right hand and placed on my throat gently.

"That's great too, feeling my cock expand your throat as I fuck it. That's hot as fuck."

I gulped my agreement as I accepted his insistent but never brutal thrusts. First my mouth and now my throat were eager, waiting sleeves for his pistoning rod. 

I lay on my back in utter joy as Nick throat fucked me for my first time. I knew it was only the beginning of new sexual frontiers with this horny twenty-one year old whose need to impale me matched my own need for being stuffed full of his remarkable tool.

Nick thrust into my throat over and over, feeling his cock through the skin on my throat with first one hand then the other. The rhythm was gentler than we had established in a more typical sucking posture, but I felt so beautifully face fucked this was that I was a bit disappointed when he stopped and pulled his meat out of my gulping mouth.

"That felt fucking awesome but I need to get off my feet now." Nick laid down on the bed by me and ripped the sheet off, revealing my strong erection pointing at the ceiling. 

"Mind if I touch it?" he asked, staring at my 6 inch rod.

"You just had your cock down my throat, halfway to my stomach. What do you think?" I asked with a laugh.

"It never hurts to be sure," Nick said as he firmly grasped my straining cock with his right hand. "I never touched another guy's tool before and thought it would be interesting to see how it felt."

"Be my guest, Nick. Explore, do whatever feels good to you and I'll bet it feels good to me too."

With that open invitation, I went back to town on Nick's thick meat, licking the tip for a dollop of sweet pre-cum and plunging back to the balls. I bobbed up and down, doing all the wet swirling things I knew Nick liked while he played with my cock in an almost clinical manner.

Nick was dry-jacking me as I sucked him into a state of pre-orgasmic delight. I would have preferred some lube but this seemed to me at least as much for him as for me, so I just focused on the cock in my mouth. Nick seemed to be building toward an orgasm as he stared at my cock in his hand and thrust his own fatter tool in my mouth. Then he pulled out of my mouth, even as he kept jerking my cock.

"I want to try something different this time. I don't think it will be as purely pleasurable as in how explosive my orgasm is, but it is something I'm interested in doing from a visual standpoint. I want you to jerk me off into your mouth, where I can see my first shot on your tongue. Lick at the head but make sure I can see it all shoot out."

I took his big hard-on in my hand and did as he asked, trying to get whatever fantasy or scenario he was after right. Nick was lying on his back and I was hovered over him, licking and occasionally sucking on the head of his dick, but mostly just jacking him off pointing directly at my open mouth. I acted eager for it, because I was and because I wanted to please him.

"You like that cock?" Nick started asking me questions that at first sounded like stilted porn dialogue.

"I fucking love this fat cock," I replied, eager to play along on whatever dirty talk fantasy he had in mind.

"You want that big load in your mouth, on your tongue, in your throat?"

"I don't just want it," I said breathlessly as I took his cockhead into my mouth for a few wet sucks to accelerate the process I was working on with my hands. "I need it. I need to feel your fat cock blast against my tongue and fill my mouth with your white hot jizz."

"But that's not all you need is it? You need to swallow that thick load too, don't you?"

"I need to swallow it all, scoop up any that escapes and lick it off your body, your fingers, my fingers. I need every precious drop of your cum. Give it to me. Feed it to me!"

"Oh I'm going to feed you cum alright. Not just now, but after my last class today and every day. I'm going to shoot so much cum in your mouth that it overflows, then I'll feed you any that escapes then I'll feed you again and again."

"Shoot that cum cannon in my mouth. Give me that seed. I need it so bad. I want your hot load."

Nick then stated jerking me faster and all the cheap porn video dialogue was surprisingly putting me over the top. I said "I'm cumming at the thought of all that delicious creamy jizz you're going to feed me... I'm cumming.... Fuck yeah..."

I thrust upward and unleashed a nice stream of jizz, which Nick deftly caught in the hand than wasn't still jacking me. Then I surged again and Nick caught is as well, making a fist around my spurting cock to catch more.

"Watch this, you cum-hungry slut," Nick scowled at me like I hadn't seen before as he brought his cum-filled hand up to his own fat cock and slathered the gooey white cream all over his cock. 

"Now lick your jizz off my cock and I'll feed you some of mine to mix with it."

I eagerly engulfed his glistening gooey tool, tasting more of my own cum than I had ever had before. I devoured his cum coated cock, eagerly slurping up my jizz, licking at the base where he had dribbled some after I got all the cum off his shaft and cockhead. I made an "uhmmm" noise of satisfaction as I licked the last drops.

Then Nick put my hands back on his cock and resumed his plan of being jerked off, by me, into my mouth. I was excited and felt dirty for having been fed my own cum, eagerly jerking his big tool into my mouth as I licked and nibbled at his cockhead, urging him to feed me that big load.

"I need your big load so bad, Nick. Mine wasn't near enough. Feed me big gobs of your cum now, please spurt your hot jizz in my mouth. I need it so bad."

"Here it comes, cocksucker. Open wide, let me see it blast on your tongue... Here's your reward for all getting your hungry throat fucked ... here you go... eat it all... eat my load!...eat this cum!"

I felt the cum surge up the thick cock in my hand and directed the first big blast right on my waiting tongue. Nick's eyes were ablaze with lust as his cock spurted out two then three loads of thick white jizz on my tongue. 

I made sure he could see as I swallowed it all with a satisfied smile, then quickly opened back up for any more of the creamy treat I could get. I squeezed his meat softly from the base to the tip to extract some more nectar, licking it off the tip with relish and again swallowing again.

"That tastes so fucking good. I can't wait till four o'clock so you can feed me more of your hot jizz."

Nick took his cock back into his own hands and squeezed up another big droplet for me, presenting it to me and saying, "here's a last taste to help you remember how much you like my jizz until I get back."

I eagerly inhaled the last drop and gave his cock several wet sucks to try to extract more remnants. The time was 8:15 and we had been at this for forty five minutes now. Nick went into my bathroom naked and washed his dick and balls, then his sticky hands in my sink. He came out, drying his junk with a hand towel, then started pulling on his jeans.

"That was a lot of fun. I hope you got into it. You gotta let me know if I step over any line with you. My goal is to make this fun for us both," Nick spoke as I watched him dry his balls with my towel.

"The only lines you crossed were ones that needed to be crossed, Nick. That was amazingly hot, even if I wouldn't have scripted it quite the way you did. I loved the unpredictability and the unexpected twists."

" I have to be in the engineering building in like ten minutes, so I need to get going. But are you sure you were OK with me slathering your load on my cock then shoving it in your mouth, calling you names?"

"Yes, that was incredibly unexpected and hot. I had no idea you would even touch my cock, much less want my cum on your unit. I wanted to eat it because it was on your cock."

"I didn't know I wanted to do that until I saw you start cumming, then it occurred to me to catch it and then watch you eat your own load off my cock. I usually plan everything out in advance, so the spontaneity was especially exciting to me."

"What was touching a cock like, jacking me off, feeling me cum in your hand?"

"It was interesting. I'm glad I did it. Like I told you last night when your spunk hit my leg, jizz doesn't gross me out, so catching your cum was no big deal. I was hot and sticky like mine is. What was exciting to me was the thought of you eating it off my dick. Will I jack off thinking about it? Probably not, but you never what images are going to pop into your head when you're jerking it, do you?"

"You seem to have avoided religious guilt and fear of labels. How?" I was interested in how he got like he was. 

"I have no hang-ups about having sex -- with you or anybody that I want to have sex with. I like you sucking my cock. I love watching you eat my cum even though I'm not quite sure why. Unlike some guys who might be worried he was going gay or some such shit, I am not bothered by any of that. I am just seeing what feels good, what I like, what I don't, and taking it from there."

"Cool. That's how it seems to me too. I have no idea where my limits and boundaries are at this point. Doing anything with a guy is real new to me. At this point I know I love sucking cock, so why would I feel bad about it? I wasn't raised with religious guilt or homophobia, so I am just exploring my natural desires and seeing where they take me. So far, only good places, like swallowing your delicious cum."

Nick was buttoning up his shirt and putting his shoes back on as he answered:

"Yeah, no 'sex is dirty' nonsense at my house either. My mother's a lab scientist and my dad was an electrical engineer, very matter of fact people. They gave me a book on human reproduction when I was eight, saying to let them know if I had any questions. When I was eleven, my mother gave me a book on human sexuality that explained how masturbation was normal and healthy, about wet dreams, and all about how people expressed their sexual desires. I have read a lot about human sexuality since and am intrigued by the desire part of it, the stuff I cannot logically predict."

"Well, let's keep exploring. Let me know how I can improve things for you."

"See you about four fifteen. I will have another load built up by then to feed you."

The idea of Nick keeping me "fed" all semester was exciting to the point I felt my spent cock start to swell.



College Sophomores Seek Relief 07



My obsession with sucking Nick's thick tool was a perfect match with Nick's need to get his rocks off. As a result, he fed me a steady diet of his jizz, shooting that magnificent cum cannon in my mouth at least twice a day since we began on Monday. 

As I inhaled his beautiful cock after class Thursday afternoon, the fourth day in a row I had sucked him, Nick talked to me about an idea that came to him while sitting through a boring lab.

"I have jerked off at least once a day since I was about thirteen, sometimes more than once a day of course. Now that we have this arrangement, I'm going to see how long I can go without doing it by having you blow me every time the urge arises."

It was not a question, more of an announcement. Stuffed full of his meat, I was in no position to complain. I just kept sucking him while my mind filled with an endless stream of opportunities to get what I needed. Nick continued:

"It's already been four days. I wake up with a hard-on every morning, but instead of taking care of it like I always did before, I get my ass over here as soon as I can. That's made it easy to not even want to jerk off in the morning. So far, our afternoon sessions have lasted me until the next morning."

Nick was thrusting up a little now, sitting naked on my couch while I knelt between his legs and sucked his cock. I had sucked him off three times Monday night, again the next morning before class and then again after his last class. That same twice a day pattern continued on Tuesday, Wednesday and now Thursday. 

I was naked, as I always was when I sucked his cock.

"So here's the plan, I will text you if I ever find myself getting the urge to get off outside of our regular times before class in the morning and on my way back in the afternoons. If you aren't immediately available, just text me back with the first time you can be, and I'll see if I feel like waiting.... Oh.. oh... oh, fuck, yeah! That's hitting the spot. Keep doing exactly that!"

As Nick had talked on about his plan to fuck my face every time he had the urge to jack off, I had found a slightly new way to stimulate the sensitive area just under the head of his cock, slathering the right spot with my tongue while continuing to massage the rest of his big dick with my lips and hands. Nick liked the way my tongue was working him.

"I'll bet it will be easy to resist jerking it if I know I can get off in your mouth, say within an hour or two. This feels so much better than masturbation of course. They key is to make it almost as convenient. Yeah, like that!" 

In the nine times prior to this one that I had sucked him, including twice Tuesday after class, we had tried a number of positions and twists on blowjobs. I had laid on my back and hung my head over the edge of the bed while Nick stuffed his fat cock into my throat. He had mounted my face on the bed, sitting on my chest while feeding his cock into me. I had explored various ways to play with his balls and taint. We had done it with him standing, with me on my knees, with me lying between his legs. I had sucked him in this living room, on the bathroom counter, in my bed and in my tiny kitchen. 

Twice, Nick had said he wanted to jack me off so he could watch as I blasted out ropes of cum. 

Those times were particularly awesome, not just because I got off. The first time, on Monday morning, he caught almost all my cum in his hand and wiped it all over his own cock, then commanded me to lick and suck it off. Watching me lick and suck my own jizz off his dick turned him on so much he broke into porn-flick dirty talk before he unloaded in my mouth. 

The next time, in one of our two Tuesday afternoon sessions, he told me to stop sucking his dick for a minute so he could concentrate better as he got me off and watched me shoot. He worked my cock the way he apparently liked to jerk off himself, then when I got close, he had me bend my head over and open my mouth. 

Nick was a directing a scene, aiming my cock at my mouth while holding my head with his other hand to make sure his aim was lined up right. "Eat it!" he instructed as the first surge erupted from my dick. I ate what I could reach with my tongue, but most of my load ended up on Nick's hand and fingers, which he fed to me while we stared into each other's eyes. His dick exploded seconds later as he was put over the edge by seeing me lick cum off his fingers. 

As I continued to coax the second nut of the day, and tenth of the week, out of him, Nick kept telling me about his running internal dialogue about our symbiotic arrangement.

"So you need to tell me if any part of this isn't meeting your needs, Cody. This is too good to fuck up and I don't want to do anything to upset the balance between what we both like."

"So far, so good, Nick. I love this big cock and crave what it feeds me. I'm far from getting enough, whatever that is."

I slurped and sucked and plunged some more. Nick thrust his hips in time with my sucking motions, not like he was getting close, but in the manner of someone casually fucking, midway through a long session, after already blowning a couple of loads. 

"Good. You seem to enjoy it just as much today as you did the first time, but let's be sure to be honest with each other on this so we neither one mess up a good thing." 

"Deal," was all I could get out between mouthfuls. 

"And I have been thinking," Nick continued, "about what needs this meets for me, and for you, as part of my trying to understand the motivations." 

"Tell me," I managed to say while continuing to work.

"I really get off on watching you gulp down my loads like a starving man eating his first meal in days. I didn't know why, though. But I think it's related to evolutionary traits. Males of all species evolved to spread their seed. Many offspring died and such harsh conditions made mating for life a poor strategy for making sure a particular male's DNA would be passed on."

"Go on. Fascinating."

"Human males have that evolutionary need to spread their seed as far and wide as possible, just like most animals do. We are the legacies of males who were most successful in passing their DNA along. The puritanical society we live in is just a blink of the eye in the course of human evolution, and the cultural pressure to be loyal to one woman runs counter to our very nature. This is why many cultures have healthy outlets for the male need to spread the seed, like the wide acceptance of having lovers in France, mistresses in Mexico and prostitution almost everywhere."

"OK, makes sense to me so far," I allowed letting my jaw rest a second before resuming my delicious task.

"So, my need to get off a couple of times most days is entirely natural. But getting off is just part of it. I want to understand my near obsession with watching you swallow my loads. I think it's because I know my seed is good, spewing it out as often as I feel like it is what I was designed to do -- and I resent my girlfriend's ridiculous attitude about it."

"Uhmm, hmmm," I encouraged him by plunging down over and over to his tight balls. 

"Watching it shoot out of my hard cock is affirming because I was built to do that. It's my job. Having you accept it instead of acting like it's disgusting is satisfying to me because my seed is good and it keeps my DNA alive. I'm 21 and a sophomore in a tough engineering program. I have evolved enough intellectually to know I do not want to shoot my sperm into a fertile female womb, at least not until I am married and able to support kids. But I still need to shoot those loads, and feel good about them going somewhere that they are needed – even if it's not the same need evolution designed."

"Interesting theory. Plus, it's healthy to shoot every day or so, cleans the pipes and keeps the prostrate healthy." I had read enough to know that.

"Exactly!" Nick said with a particularly powerful thrust, which he held for a few seconds, his meat buried deep in my mouth. "By keeping the sperm and semen production humming along at a healthy, steady pace, I am ready to meet my evolutionary purpose when the time comes. My sperm is fresh every day, which makes it more potent. Cumming a lot is good. Watching my cock and my cum be truly appreciated meets some primal need that I am just starting to figure out. Psychology is a strange science, so many unknowns."

All the talk about Nick's primal needs and the images of him shooting streams of healthy sperm every day, as he was designed to do, made me want to taste that next healthy load. I redoubled my efforts on his big slab of meat, my own cock straining and needing release too.

Nick leaned forward on the couch, forcing his dick even further into my mouth as he grabbed my jutting hard on. 

"Sit on the table," he instructed and I moved from the floor to the coffee table in front of the sofa, never letting his tool lips from my lips. Nick jacked me while I sucked, feeling my cock start to thrust against his hand. The hand job was too dry, though, and felt like it would chafe, so I made a suggestion for the first time in all our sessions.

"You said to speak up and I'm going to take you up on it."

"Absolutely, Cody. Tell me how you like it. It's your dick, man, " Nick remarked as he kept jacking me up and down.

"It would feel a lot better if it was lubed up when you jack me. Cool with you?"

"Sure. What do you like?"

I got up and went into my bedroom, bringing back some Astroglide that I had in my bedside drawer, a relic of my days as a pussyhound. I walked back to the couch with my hard on pointing the way and squirted a glob of the slick, clear liquid in Nick's open palm. Then I dived back down on his dripping cock as he started jacking me off with the cool slippery lube. It felt so much better. 

Nick worked my cock expertly, as only a guy knows how to do. I sucked him to bring him back to where we were before I made the mad dash for lube and soon had him moaning with approval. My hands were massaging his balls in just the way I had learned he liked while I rubbed lightly on his perineum, occasionally brushing my fingers near his hole. Nick started to thrust harder. 

The slick, well-lubed handjob I was receiving combined with the craven pleasure of sucking his fat cock to send me down the home stretch to shooting my load.

"I'm getting close, man. That feels so good," I said between slurps up and down his big tool. Nick jerked me faster, giving me great waves of pleasure as his slippery hand covered every centimeter of my straining dick. Just as my balls started to pull up, signaling my impending eruption, Nick pulled his dick out of my mouth and aimed my cock right at his big wet tool.

Seeing what he had in mind pushed me over the edge fast and I thrust my hips forward and unleashed a jet of white cum, which Nick aimed right on the top of his shaft. My second surge hit the big crown of his magnificent meat, some of it dripping obscenely into his piss slit. Nick continued to milk me, directing my cum onto his tool until it was covered with my gooey jizz. 

"Clean up the mess you made, Cody, now! Eat it all. Lick me clean, if you want my load."

My mouth was watering as I dived back down on his cum covered cock. Nick watched in lust as I took the tip of my tongue and licked the cum out of his slit, then plunged down to slurp up all the jizz that had coated his cock. I got most of it in three wet sucks. I then used my tongue to get any that spilled onto his balls, licking oozes out of his red pubes. Before swallowing the last globs, I put his cock back in my mouth, my jizz mixing with my saliva to bathe him in gooey wetness. 

Nick had watched the whole cum-eating scene with an evil grin on his face. He then shoved his cock all the way in my mouth, entering the top of my throat and just holding it there a minute.

"You need another thick load to mix with the one I just fed you. You're going to get more than you bargained for. That was so fucking hot, having you shoot your cum on my cock and feeling the hot jizz hit my shaft, and watching you hungrily eat it all. You need more cum, don't you Cody?" 

All I could do was hum "uhmmm mmm" in agreement, my mouth so stuffed with his pulsing cock that I my eyes were watering. 

I'm going to give you what you need. You're going to swallow it all, or drown trying. Now suck that cock and work for that reward you crave!"

I sucked him deeply as he continued to tell me how much I needed his big load and how my life was made complete by swallowing all the cum he fed me every day. As he talked dirtier and dirtier, he looked even more determined and ground his cock into me with almost brutal force.

"Take it, Cody! Take my cum. Take it all. Don't waste a drop of my seed. Here it comes! Oh fuck, here is comes..."

Nick thrust forcefully and shot a stream of hot jizz straight down my throat. I felt it slide down my pipe in utter bliss. My mouth was quickly flooded with another big jet of juice, this time coating my tongue. I rolled the tasty thick cream around in my mouth, coating his thrusting cock with the jizz it had just produced, opening so Nick could see he creamy load he had just produced. I then slurped the salty goodness off the engorged head and shaft of his oozing tool. 

Nick held me head in his hands as he pumped my face like he was fucking a blowup doll, his eyes ablaze and his lips pursed in a look of pure determined lust. I tasted more of his cum as he pumped in and out, a little emerging from his piss slit each time he drew his cock all the way out so it was at my lips. 

A dribble of cum escaped my lips and Nick quickly caught it all on his thumb. He stuck the thumb roughly in my mouth, removing his swollen cockhead. I sucked his thumb wantonly like it was a small cock itself until he withdrew it, looking satisfied.

"That was fucking hot, man." Nick's chest was heaving.

"Fuck yeah it was. I couldn't believe it when you aimed my cock at yours and spurted my cum on your fat shaft. My mouth was watering before you told me to clean you up."

"That just came to me when I saw your nut sac draw up and I was thinking about where to shoot that load. It was weird, feeling hot jizz shooting on me. Really weird, but good weird. I'm glad we're both so open to new things."

After we came down from our orgasmic buzz a bit, I followed up on Nick's theories about why he liked to shoot cum in my mouth. 

"I'm interested in why I need to suck cock and especially why it's such a huge turn-on to me to swallow your load. I know I love the taste because of the act, not just because of how it tastes. But I wonder why I love feeling it shoot in my mouth, why I need to swallow it. And it is a need, Nick, not just a want."

"I thought about it too and don't have any answers yet, because like I said psychology is a strange thing to call a science. Human sexuality is incredibly complex. Humans obviously do lots of things that are not strictly based on an evolutionary need to reproduce and sustain the species – like what we just did, what lesbians do, like heterosexual and homosexual anal sex. The list could go on and on, with bondage, water sports, pain, you name it. Humans do a lot of crazy shit sexually, and there is a wide variety of tastes."

"I'm happy our tastes match up so well. I'm also happy we keep surprising each other, in good ways."

Nick was still sitting on my couch, naked and completely relaxed with his hands behind his neck. He liked talking about why he – and I – had the needs and desires we had. I found it interesting and erotic at the same time, so I urged him to speculate.

"I don't know for sure, but maybe you have some need to be submissive. There is a lot out there on the topic. Submissiveness comes in many forms. There are males who are very heterosexual in their desires, but who get off on being dominated by a woman. It is not a signal of repressed gay thoughts; it requires a female to do the dominating. Some submissive guys like humiliation, like a married man who is straight but who gets sexual satisfaction by being forced to watch his wife get fucked by other men. Unimaginable to me, but so are most fetishes. Yet submission and wanting to be humiliated are not necessarily connected."

"I need to study it more, I guess. My approach has just been to follow my instincts and do what feels right. I am excited, exhilarated by what we do, not at all humiliated."

"Yeah, I see that. But a lot of guys would find it humiliating to be told they were cocksuckers and that they needed to swallow cum. You seemed to like it when I said that."

"Sure, some guys would be mortified. Not me, because I am comfortable with the fact I like sucking cock, and I like having a cock shoot in my mouth. It's a turn on because I like the feel of it and the excitement of it, not because it makes me feel guilty or humiliated."

" I get it. You aren't embarrassed by your need to suck, that's clear. And so why would you feel humiliated by being told to get to work? I guess in your case, the dirty talk is a little like adding visual scenes to tactile pleasure – the way I like watching myself cum in your mouth better than I would like doing it in the pitch black."

"Yeah, hearing the words are an added turn-on. But there's also the fact you liked saying the words. I got off on you saying all that 'suck my cock, I'm going to feed you a fat load' stuff because you liked saying it. You were into it; so when it dialed the heat up for you to say it out loud, it increased the hotness for me too."

"Cody, that's good insight. It's not like anything I said was beyond what we were actually doing. If had said something that made you feel like a piece of shit for sucking me off, then that would be out of bounds. I wouldn't say it because that's not what I think. I hope you understand that just because of our different roles in this, that doesn't mean I don't have complete respect for you, especially your honesty. We just like different aspects of something and our needs fit together like the right key in a lock."

"Yep, you got that right. If you really got off on calling me a worthless cocksucker and piece of shit, then it would be a shame because we'd be out of sync. It would turn me off. I like sucking cock; I want to feel, taste and swallow every drop of your cum -- but there's nothing about that that makes me a bad person, any more than your wish to shoot a load in a dude's mouth makes you bad."

Nick scratched his balls and adjusted his flaccid but still heavy tool as he responded. 

"I may want to push some boundaries a little, so you have to feel completely free to push back if something's not to your taste. I'll always ask."

"That's hot to think about. I'll be totally honest if anything you suggest is unappealing. No panties, no cross-dressing, just as an example," I clarified.

"Right, right. No, that's some ridiculous shit that a guy wants to put on women's underwear and other guys get turned on by it. To each his own, but not for me," Nick shook his head. The idea of either of us straight-acting, masculine guys wearing pink panties made me laugh.

"OK, Nick," I said, feeling bolder. "Are you cool with me pushing at boundaries too, trying out things you or I might like, but might not, as long as I ask first? Or does this dynamic work best for you if you mostly control things?"

"That would be a huge turn on. Surprise me, Cody – not with a dick in my ass – but yes, experiment some. I trust you. I enjoyed it when you started rubbing me down below my balls, an area I hadn't paid much attention to as erogenous before. That's an example of something you initiated that made things better. We should both feel at ease doing that kind of thing."

"I can't imagine being more at ease, Nick. It's rare to even meet another guy who isn't hung up on labels, isn't afraid that trying something out will make him a 'faggot,' and who likes to explore and push boundaries in a respectful way."




College Sophomores Seek Relief 07



"I gotta piss. Then how about going into your bedroom and expanding our horizons a little more before time to eat dinner?"

I got up, grabbing my lube, and led the way.



College Sophomores Seek Relief 08



I followed Nick into my bedroom and lay on the top of the sheets while I listened to him take a long piss. He washed his hands and walked back into the living room. We were both naked. I glanced at my cell phone and saw that it was just after 5 PM.

"It's beer-thirty by my watch," Nick called out as he opened my fridge door. "Want one?" 

"Sure, man. Why not?"

Nick ambled back to the bedroom, his still heavy member swinging between his legs as he walked. He handed me a cold one and stretched out on the bed beside me, popping his beer open. I reached over and very gently started tracing my fingers across the undersides of his balls. 

"Have you seriously not jacked off since we started doing this," I asked, now jiggling his nuts just a little.

"Not in over 4 days, which is a record for me after about age 13," Nick responded while looking at the ceiling, trying to recall his jerk off history.

"Yeah, I can't say that I remember ever going four days either, even when I was fucking some girl all weekend."

"And you seriously like chicks, Cody? I have wondered about that since you're so into sucking dick."

"I still like pussy, man. I started getting laid right after I got my drivers' license and did pretty well for myself junior and senior years. I like pounding a shaved little twat; the visuals are really nice. But right now, this is more exciting, I guess because it's new."

"Right on. Some people are just lucky that way; they like it all.

"I figure I will always be attracted to both sexes and will have to figure out how to handle that later on, like if I get married. I can't imagine living a full life without having at least a couple of kids."

"Makes sense. I think most of us have an urge somewhere deep in the psyche to continue the line, like I was saying earlier. But the monogamy part of marriage is hard to imagine. I can't see myself foregoing getting good head, and I suspect even the perfect wife won't want to suck my dick like I want it."

"Never met a girl who truly loved it either, especially the jizz, although I had an older girl in high school who gave damn good foreplay head."

I had been working on Nick's balls while we talked, never once touching his dick. Then in one smooth motion, I leaned over and took his whole cock in my mouth, swallowing him down to where my nose was pressed up against his pubic hairs. 

It felt really interesting to have a soft cock in my mouth. I just held it there; no in and out yet. I swirled my tongue around and bathed his thickening tool in my warm saliva, enjoying feeling him swell.

"That feels nice, real nice," Nick said soflty as he swigged on his beer. 

""Uhmm hmmm," I let him know it did for me too as I felt his engorging cock steadily fill me. His dick grew to the point that I was getting close to choking. Still, I kept him buried in my mouth, working him with swallowing motion.

Nick held my head in his hands and stared at how stuffed I was. Then he raised his hips in a small thrust that made me pull him out in a hurry.

"Holy shit, look at that monster," I gasped, amazed at how the three inches I had engulfed a minute or so earlier had grown to a full seven fat inches inside my mouth and throat. 

I dived back down and started the second blowjob of the afternoon in earnest with some steady, deep sucking. I was in heaven again, and from the noises Nick was making, he was on the same cloud.

Leaning over and sucking him from the side, rather than from my more common position between his legs, I was able to put my left hand under his butt and raise up his left knee. Nick was game and brought both knees up as he lay on his back getting sucked.  

I started playing with the underside of his left thigh and his butt, my hand straying over to the area underneath his balls as well. I pushed his balls up, feeding his big thick cock into my mouth from below a few times. Then my hand wandered down to his perineum, eliciting a moan as I sucked and sucked and sucked his thick tool.

Just as I started to taste his pre-cum flowing, Nick began telling me how good it felt. I took him out of my mouth and squeezed up a big drop of pre-cum, took in on my finger and licked it off my finger before plunging back down on his cock.

"Fuck yeah, Cody. Eat my pre-cum."

As I sucked and slurped, I teased his ass crack very lightly, running my finger up and down, barely touching his opening. Nick reacted by pumping my mouth a little more but said nothing. Feeling a little bolder, I gently circled his hole with my finger, just rubbing around the outside without any penetration.

"That's interesting, dude. Kind of weird, but interesting."

I continued my steady sucking and played with his ass a little more boldly as I felt my cock twitch against my stomach with a full erection. Nick looked at it and smiled. I knew he got off on the fact that it made me hard to suck his cock. 

"Give me that lube and I'll help you out," Nick looked over at the table where I had set the Astroglide down.

As he squeezed out a dollop in his hand and reached over for my cock, I took the lube from him and put a little on my fingers of my left hand. Then, as Nick stroked me in rhythm to me sucking his dick, I spread the glob of lube around Nick's hole and the surrounding area. As my finger kept circling and pressing in a little, Nick let out a long soft moan.

"Oh fuck... that does feel nice... a little scary, but nice too... Oh shit..."

Emboldened, I barely pressed the tip of my index finger inside his hole, inserting it only half-way down my fingernail. Nick didn't stop me, so I put a little more in each time I bottomed out on his thick cock. 

I timed it so when I took his tool all the way down on each plunge, my finger pressed in a little more until after a few more sucks, my index finger was inside him down to the first knuckle.

"Oh fuck that feels weird, good weird, oh shit... yeah, it's OK for now..."

I got in this rhythm of sucking and fingering his hole while he steadily jacked me off, re-lubing my cock when he felt like it was getting a little dry. I realized I was almost involuntarily fucking his fist while I probed his ass and sucked his fat tool. We were both really into this new experience. 

"Oh fuck, Cody... that is starting to really feel good now, not so weird any more. Keep doing that...Oh shit..."

I probed deeper, running my finger around inside his ass and rubbing the inside walls. I tried a second finger at the opening and Nick tensed up a little then relaxed. I soon had two lubed up fingers in his ass and Nick was starting to leak pre-cum like a faucet. It tasted awesome. 

As I pushed Nick's cock deeper and deeper into my mouth using my fingers in his ass as leverage, Nick started to pump me in a face-fuck motion.

"Oh fuck, you're going to get me off again, dude... Oh shit..." Nick was fucking my face now and taking more of my fingers up his ass with every down thrust. I was working his cock with my mouth and his hole with two fingers as he steadily jerked me off in time with the sucking and thrusting. Suddenly, I felt Nick's cock swell even larger. His balls pulled up to his body.

"Oh shit, oh shit, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna shoot... Oh ffffuuuuuuuuucccckkkk!" Nick's eyes got huge as he watched himself unload in my throat. He shot out a huge surge of jizz which went straight down my throat, and then a second pulse hit the back of my mouth with considerable force, his cum coating my tongue. 

Even though he had just gotten off a half hour earlier, he pumped my mouth full of his hot jizz, cumming at least as much as he had earlier. His hole was clenching on my fingers and I milked him with my mouth while I slowly finger fucked his hole. 

As Nick's orgasm subsided, I slowly withdrew my fingers from his ass and continued to gently nurse on his leaking tool. With my own dick straining for release, I drained every drop of his delicious jizz, savoring its sticky wetness in my mouth while swallowing all he had given me. 

When I took his dick out of my mouth, Nick started to review his orgasm.

"That was fucking amazing. I was a little apprehensive at first, but ... I can't believe I liked having two fingers up my butt, but the proof's down your gullet right now, right? Not sure I want to do that often, but holy shit, it was good."

Nick was stroking my cock the whole time he talked.

"OK, you need to get off, dude. So just lie there and I'm going to try something."

Nick crawled around to where he was between my legs, still gripping my cock. He squeezed another glob of lube in his hands and sat on the bed between my legs, crossing his legs. I propped up on the pillow a little where I could watch the hand job better. 

"OK, I'm trying to see if the fact I just came -- twice – makes me mind doing this, you know how your brain sometimes reacts, like post-cum remorse?"

"Yeah, I get you. Like when you fuck a fat chick or a girl you really didn't want to have sex with but did anyway, and after you cum you want to get the hell out?"

"Exactly," Nick said. "I had no qualms jacking you off while you sucked my dick, but I wonder how I feel about jerking off another dude when I'm not in the heat of my own sexual moment. So far, nothing about this bothers me," Nick kept narrating as he gave me a damn good hand job.

He took his left hand and spread the lube over my balls, massaging them expertly and rubbing my perineum too. He never reached my hole, but worked my balls and taint while he steadily jacked me off with his dominant right hand.

"Am I doing this the way you like it?," Nick asked.

"Fuck yeah! It feels great. I won't last long at this rate. What we just did was almost enough to get me to bust; I probably would have cum when you did if this wasn't the second nut of the afternoon."

"Yeah that was hot. I haven't fully processed the fingers up my ass part yet. But let's see about getting you off right now. This is kind of fun, I gotta admit. I'm not getting any post-cum regrets about the fact I am playing with a dude's cock and balls, and that's interesting too. Come on, Cody, tell me what you like."

"I like what you're doing... Fuck yeah!" I thrust my hips up and fucked his hand as he did a wonderful number on my balls with his left hand. I imagined him lying in his bed in the morning, working his own cock and balls just like he was working mine. Then it occurred to me that hearing about that would be hot."

"OK, Nick, this should get me off in a matter of seconds: Are you jacking me off exactly the way you jerk yourself off?"

"Yeah. This is just the way I do it when I'm alone and have some time. I lube up not only my dick but my balls too, getting everything sloppy. I usually do it before I shower, so making a mess doesn't matter, just like this."

Nick was working me hard now. I loved being the one getting pleasured. The fact that this hot guy whose cock was the focus of my fantasies was naked in my bed, jerking me off was even hotter than what I was feeling. 

"And what were you fantasizing about the last time you jerked off, like five days ago?"

"Shit, man... let me think. It sure as hell wasn't my girlfriend... I usually jerk off to some porn movie memory that stuck with me, except in my mind, I'm the guy doing the fucking or getting the blowjob and the porn actress is moaning and squealing over me..."

"I think the last time I jacked off was a morning wood situation, no porn, and I was freeze framing different scenes in the porn video I had jacked off to the night before."

"Damn that feels good."

"Yeah, now I remember. I was fucking this hot little brunette with her legs in the air like goal posts. She was screaming shit like 'fuck me, give it to me'and I was pounding the shit out of her. Yeah that was what was going through my mind while I worked my cock hard with my right hand, playing with my nuts like I am doing to you now..."

"You're going to get me off in like fifteen seconds... oh fuck..."

"Yeah, I was fucking her harder and harder, jacking my cock with my eyes shut," Nick kept recounting his jack off fantasy. 

"And just when the dude in the porno pulled out and shot his jizz all over her stomach, I thrust up and blasted out a load than flew everywhere. I worked my nuts hard till the last drops oozed out...

"Oh fuck, here it comes, man, watch out so I don't hit you..."

"No, I want it to hit me... I want to see what it feels like to have hot jizz spurt on my chest. It was cool when I shot it on my cock before, but I missed a lot. I want to try it with a bigger target. Just blast away... shoot it on me dude."

Nick scooted up a little closer so he was stroking my cock and aiming it right at his body.

Hearing Nick say he wanted to feel my hot cum hit his skin made me shoot out a rope of hot jizz, which he aimed right at his chest, low enough so it wouldn't get close to his face. 

He continued to milk me and aim my shots at his chest and stomach, while he watched in fascination. I was trembling in orgasm, dumping my load on the guy I had just blown. It was a damn fine orgasm, especially from a hand job. 

When I quit cumming, Nick just held my spent cock in his hand and said that looked like it felt good. He had a big smile on his face. 

"Fuck yeah, it did!" My chest was still heaving. "I have never jacked off to a hand job fantasy before, but you may have just given me some new material."

Nick laughed and let go of my dick, walking into the bathroom with my cum dripping on his chest and stomach. It wasn't a huge load, but there was enough to create an image I would probably think about again and again.

"I'm going to clean up. That was really an interesting experience..."

As I watched Nick's perfect white butt disappear into my bathroom, I thought about how things had progressed and where they might be headed. I washed my hands thoroughly in the sink while he showered and we talked through the steamed up shower door about what just went down.